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Ellen, is my breakfast ready?

Is it too much to ask that I have a little sugar with my gruel?

Thanks, honey.

You're welcome, sweetheart.

Who the hell are you?

The caterer.

Ellen!

KNOCK AT DOOR

Is this the Craig house? Got a delivery.

Ellen!

Mmm, Taittinger's. Good choice. Just the right hint of impertinence.

Give me that.

Get those into the other room.

Leave Mr Craig alone!

I want him to wolf down his breakfast and get out of the kitchen, please.

Here.

You'll never guess who I just got off the phone with.

Amy Vanderbelt.

Your brother.

William?

You got another one?

Don't tell me he's flying in for the party tonight.

Yep.

Now, this is your fault, Ellen. You said that

if we invited him, he wouldn't come.

But, Mark, you haven't seen him for three years.

I was shooting for five.

Oh, Mark, how can you talk about your own brother like that?

He doesn't deserve to be a part of this family. The man's 40 years old

and can't point to one single accomplishment in his life.

KNOCK ON DOOR

For crying out loud!

Can't someone use the doorbell?!

I will get it, I will get it!

Put that in the icebox, please.

Don't we have a health code in this town?

Ellen?

Mmm.

This party is a bad idea.

I can't stand people tramping through the house smoking, spilling

things, slapping me on the back, telling me we have to do lunch.

Mark, it's our 30th wedding anniversary,

we should be very proud.

Fine, can't we be proud in a restaurant alone?

I'm going to work.

Give him a cup of coffee...

and a milk bone.

Heh-heh...

When St Eligius was built, this was a blue-collar Irish neighbourhood.

We got a lot of industrial accidents in the ER.

Injuries from bar-room brawls, that sort of thing.

Who's Westphall showing around?

Mary Woodley, MD. New head of ER.

You're kidding me?

No.

I was sure Cavanero was gonna get the nod.

Nah.

Why would they go outside the hospital

to find someone to run emergency?

Beats me.

Where's she from?

Shaker Heights Medical Centre, Cleveland.

Great. Westphall goes and finds some milquetoast from a small suburban

hospital, whose idea of emergency medicine is treating golf injuries.

You don't think she's gonna last, huh?

Wait till she sees the wildlife that comes in through that ER.

Hey, hey!

Easy!

We'd better call security.

There's a welterweight bout in the elevator.

Well, why didn't you stop it?

And risk these?!

Er, Dr Craig...

Not today, Ehrlich.

Just a quick question, sir. Mrs McCauley's angina hasn't

responded to nitroglycerine.

Have you tried Propranolol?

Yes, that hasn't helped either.

Mark...

I'm sorry that Catherine and I can't come to your party.

Ah, that's a shame.

I know, but our grandson, Matthew, has his school play tonight.

He has the lead in it. However, we haven't forgotten about you.

Catherine would like to send a little remembrance.

We could use a new blender.

I'll keep it in mind.

So, you tried Propranolol?

Yes. Er, you're having a party tonight, sir?

My 30th anniversary.

Congratulations!

Thank you. Now, about Mrs McCauley's angina...

I have her scheduled for coronary arteriography, um...

I'll tell you what I'm afraid of. I don't think

I'm gonna be able to get a date to your party on such short notice.

Ehrlich... you weren't invited.

I don't understand.

Let's face it, at social gatherings, you're anathema.

The two times you were at my house were disasters.

And you still owe me $217 from the communist restaurant you took me to.

So, I think we'd all end up sorry if you were there tonight.

Now, about Mrs McCauley...

Was she invited?!

Just bring me the results of the arteriography, hmm?

Look, I've been waiting...

Now, look, I've already told you,

your name will be called as soon as a doctor is available.

Would you please sit down?

I'm sure you'll find this quite different from

the trauma center you're used to.

Here, we have to fight with the City for new equipment, and...

most of our funds go towards caring for the indigent.

Where have you been?

What have you got?

A headache!

Well, let me see, you've got your choice.

There's a wino who switched to Sterno when he ran out of wine,

a transvestite who wants a pelvic exam from a muscular doctor...

Here you go, Phil.

Or a woman who claims she received stigmata and drove a nail

right through her hand. We've stopped the bleeding.

Slow day.

Spoke too soon, Wayne.

Respiratory depression.

30-year-old white male.

BP is 90 over 60. Thready pulse.

Is this the way you found him?

Yeah. Lobby of the Eight Street Hotel. No ID.

It's pink-white pupils. Gimme that.

What have you got?

I don't know yet. Excuse me.

I want CBCs, ABGs and chest X-ray... PA and a lateral stat...

The chest X-ray can wait. Start an IV, I'll intubate him.

Do you know what you're treating him for?

Bag of ice on the groin is a street cure for heroin overdose.

Get me 0.8 milligrams and naloxone IV.

I knew that.

Not bad for milquetoast!

Andrea, time to get up!

Come on.

Mmm...

We're supposed to meet Dr Caldwell at ten o'clock.

These photographs of Andrea Fordham were taken before.

Dr Meldrum's exploratory neurosurgery three months ago.

Neurofibromatosis. It's either inherited or a spontaneous mutation.

Oh, boy!

In Andrea's case, the symptoms are limited to her head and face.

She's had 12 operations already.

Five to remove tumours,

seven more to treat glaucoma resulting from the disease.

I suggest you take a good look at these photographs.

I'm concerned about the scarring, Bob.

I don't think this girl's gonna worry about a few scars, you know!

Ehrlich, I said I would think about

letting you assist me again if you held the wisecracks.

Sorry.

How much reconstruction do you wanna accomplish?

This'll be a radical procedure.

Excising large amounts of tissue,

reducing the size of the eye openings,

reshaping them with new lower lids, exposing cartilage behind the ears

and resetting them to achieve a more vertical alignment.

If the tumours have always returned,

will this surgery make any difference?

If we remove enough tissue on time, there's a chance the disease won't

reassert itself as severely.

Now, I've drawn up a basic plan of attack, utilising

doctors and personnel on shifts.

Dr Marks, you work around me and er, assist with the glaucoma.

Dr Meldrum, you'll assess bone disease and be

on hand for a possible craniotomy.

Dr Griffin, you harvest additional skin from various parts of the body.

This'll be a long haul in there.

Anywhere from six to ten hours.

So I hope you have all had a very good night's sleep.

Phew, this girl has really been dipped in the ugly pond, you know!

Bobby, Dr Caldwell, I'm sorry, it just slipped...

You're out.

I heard myself say it and I just couldn't stop.

Daniel... just heard the news, congratulations.

What news?

The board of trustees wanna hang his portrait in

the chapel, next to Father McCabe.

Oh, well, that's quite an honour.

Let's hope your guy does a better job than the hack who painted McCabe.

He looked like an ad... for Burma-Shave!

You don't seem too excited.

It's an insult. 20 years ago, I had

a full head of hair and my figure.

Now I'll have to sit holding my breath in for hours at a time.

Well, regardless, you deserve it.

Yes, well, you're not the one they're mummifying.

Now, Donald, you're still coming to the party tonight, right?

Sure, you bet.

Good, Carol will be there about nine.

Who's Carol?

Ellen's recently widowed sister, you know?

Her husband was a sports writer for the Examiner, Dewie Hicks.

Died of a concussion from a foul ball.

Yep, I remember.

I think you two should meet.

Mark, I really don't need you setting me up

with available widows, all right?

When is the last time you've been out with a woman? What are you, a monk?

I'm happy with my life the way it is.

You worry me.

Any other of your relatives gonna be in attendance?

No, my son's busy studying for his anatomy finals and my mother-in-law

is blowing my inheritance playing the nickel slots in Atlantic City.

You made up your mind on a present for Ellen?

Well, I've got it narrowed down

to a string of pearls from Shreve, Crump & Low...

Nice.

Or a ten-speed Osterizer.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting with Tony Clifton.

He's modifying our phone system, re-wiring the whole hospital.

I'll see you at the party. 8.45 sharp.

OK.

Hi.

Hi.

So, this is nice, once a week meeting to have lunch together.

How come I always get to pay for it?

Cos you're the mother.

Although, sometimes I wonder. Mom, I think you're being really

immature when it comes to Richard.

Look, I choose not to see him.

I think that's being pretty damn mature.

Yeah, where is it mature not to see someone you care about?

Because it...

Oh, Marcy, I don't know. I have

to be more in control of myself, not just running off to a safe harbour.

I gotta be alone.

Take stock of who I am,

take care of my family, act my age.

Er, look, Mom, I gotta tell you something.

I came to see you under false pretences. I'm really sorry, but I

think you should give Richard another chance.

For the sake of the kids.

Hi, Richard.

Ellen.

Well, um, I gotta go.

You two have fun.

You really wanna do this in front of everyone?

Oh, I'm so glad to see you.

Wrapping up negotiations, Richard?

I've missed you.

And I'm delighted to be here in Boston and to be associated with

this hospital.

I'm sure that it will take a while for me to be up to

speed on how things are done...

Is this woman running for office, or what?

I'm starving.

Well, this place could use someone in charge for a change.

That's what they said about Germany in the '20s.

Starting next week, all doctors will be required

to wear standard white lab coats.

Male doctors will wear shirts and ties.

You've gotta be kidding!

I'm not doing this to be arbitrary, I've found in general that...

What's wrong with what I'm wearing?

You look like an outfielder, not a doctor.

We'll be working closely together and I'm looking forward to getting

to know each one of you.

Thanks for the soapbox.

Dr Fiscus?

You can call me Wayne.

I can't help sensing that you're a little dissatisfied.

Oh, just a touch of deja vu, you know, the pep rally, the dress code.

Makes me feel like I'm back in high school.

Well, I suggest that if you wanna make varsity,

you start playing by the rules.

Mr Antonio?

Yes.

Dr Fiscus will be happy to see you.

That's a nice dress.

Mmm, thank you.

You have no right making her think there's hope!

I understand your frustration, but Andrea wants the surgery.

Of course she does!

What kind of a life is it for her looking like that?

I've watched her get excited every time, then watched the

hope fade away to tears.

She knows not to expect a miracle.

All of this has been hard on our family, we're a long way from rich

and even though the medical insurance covers some of the

expenses, it's cost us a lot.

Andrea has a brother in college we hardly have time to see.

I lost a good job selling insurance, took off too much time driving Andrea

to check-ups and doctors' appointments.

Mrs Fordham, I believe in my ability to help Andrea.

Since she's of age, all I really need is her consent.

But I would like your support.

Of course I'll stand by Andrea.

I'm just tired of you doctors risking

my daughter's life to break her heart.

I hear the verdict's in on Morrison, he's history, the state board's not

buying his lame excuse for forging his medical degree.

Well, he and I are gonna have to look for work together.

I'm not long for this hospital, Victor.

I don't like Mary Woodley, she doesn't like me.

Who's Mary Woodley?

The new boss in ER.

I think you're over-reacting, Wayne. Excuse me.

I hate to be a complainer, but I'm gonna be charged for a three bean

salad, I only count, er... one, two beans here.

Believe me, I don't respond well to authority.

Every time she tells me to do something, I go limp

as an act of passive resistance.

Fine.

The key to your relationship with Woodley is proper lubrication.

She's a doctor, not a sports car.

I'm talking about corporate dynamics.

Use your interpersonal skills to reduce the friction between you two.

I got it. Turn a potential adversary into an ally.

How am I supposed to do that?

How are you supposed to do that? You take Craig and me, for instance, OK?

We have a relationship based on mutual need.

He's my springboard to the big bucks.

I give him positive reinforcement, unconditional acceptance.

And a doormat.

Exactly. Supply and demand.

I could never do that, Victor.

Never say never. Being a toady requires a lot of work,

but I know you can do it.

I should be running ER instead of Mary Woodley!

Is this woman the Antichrist, why does everyone hate her?

Actually, she's really very nice,

but I'm just upset because I didn't get the job. That's all.

Don't get your nose out of joint, it's always harder to move up in a

management structure you're already part of,

it has to do with vertical resistance.

Since when are you an organisational science jock?

Hi, guys.

I'm going over a friend's house

who just lost a loved one, I don't know what to take.

How about some flowers?

No, cos when they die, she'll just get depressed again over Murray.

Murray? As in Murray Robbin?

Yeah.

You're going over to visit with...

Mrs Hufnagel, yeah, why?

You need therapy, pal.

I think it's sweet.

Why don't you take her a casserole, or a baked ham or something?

Yeah, that's a great idea,

because she probably doesn't feel like cooking. Thanks.

BLEEPER SOUNDS

Why, I don't even know why I bother trying to sit down and eat.

Come on, Elliot, maybe you can give me a hand with this one. OK.

I'm sorry you lost the ER appointment, Annie.

When did you become sensitive?

Since er, St Eligius started running a

flea-market on career disappointment.

I don't want this to get around, but Dr Craig is having a big hoedown

tonight and he didn't invite me.

It's no secret.

I've lost the respect of my mentor, I got absolutely nobody in my corner,

I'm really depressed.

I'm sure I'm gonna regret this, but... I'll take you.

Where?

To Craig's party, I was invited.

Are you sure, do you mean it?

Just don't try to kiss me goodnight.

Deal.

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

That was me.

KNOCK ON DOOR

You want to see me?

Sit down.

Would you excuse us for a minute, please?

Look, if I stop now, I'll never remember where I was.

Go ahead, don't mind me.

I'm out, right?

No. St Eligius recommended that you be

allowed to continue your residency.

The Massachusetts board's going along with it.

Thank you.

I know you had a lot to do with this.

No. I didn't. Joan Halloran's weighed in.

And you don't agree with her decision?

I'll tell you the truth, Jack, I don't know what to think.

As a doctor, I'm appalled at what you did, I really am.

But on the other hand, I understand how family pressures can cloud our

decisions, so for the first time in a long while, I just sat back and

did nothing to try and change the situation.

PHONE RINGS

Yeah? Sorry.

Now, you're not off the hook entirely.

They've ordered you to complete two years of

class work while you're here.

That's a hell of a load for anyone.

What, with taking care of little Pete, maybe you won't wanna try it.

No, I'll do it.

All right.

That's all.

Jack?

You screw up and I'll be all over you.

PHONE RINGS

Well, that's for real.

OK, this is the surgical outline.

I wanna make sure you understand exactly what's happening to you.

I'll trust you.

This is me when I was five.

Before the effects of the disease.

Imagine her at 20.

That's what I wanna look like.

Good morning.

Morning, Luther. Luther's here to

take you down to pre-op. Luther, this is Andrea Fordham.

Nice meeting you.

Erm, you want the express ride, or the local tour?

Express would be better, I think.

Express it is.

I'll meet you downstairs.

So, you're a patient of Dr Caldwell's? He's good.

He'd better be.

He's got a big job ahead of him.

Well, I've seen him work miracles.

I've learned not to expect miracles.

If I'm lucky, maybe I'll get what I want out of the surgery.

What's that?

Just... a normal life.

A job,

my own car, a kiss.

Well, that would put you two up on me.

I applied for a job as a phone solicitor,

you know, just a voice?

I filled out an application and I never heard from them again.

Three weeks later, I went back

and the Help Wanted sign was still in the window.

I can relate to discrimination.

You know, I've been prejudiced against blacks myself.

I grew out of it.

People should realise it what's inside that counts.

That's a fairy-tale, Luther.

Take it from me, the outside counts more, it's just the way things are.

I'd like to be pretty.

Well, I hope it works out for you.

I know I'll never make Vogue magazine, but I just want to be able

to look in the mirror.

Gina, I've brought a friend down.

What the hell are you staring at?

I'm outlining the areas where we plan to excise diseased tissue.

Dr Griffin, you can start harvesting fascia lata.

Lidocaine, please.

We'll be suturing the eyes shut to protect against possible damage by

sharp instruments.

What the heck are those?

They are chicken wings, Mr Craig.

Couldn't you have chosen a meatier part?

This is not dinner, this is an hors d'oeuvre.

Do we pay you by the hour?

I'm worried about your brother, William, he hasn't shown up yet.

Why are you surprised?

He's only running true to form.

Who let you in here?

Her.

Well, he's your responsibility, keep him sober.

Make sure he doesn't blow chicken pods all over my gladiolas.

What's this?

The money I owe you.

I'll count it later.

Nice party, Dr Craig. Yeah.

Nice and quiet and dull!

I hope it's not symbolic of his marriage.

D'you remember your wedding day?

Which one?

Oh, right, sorry.

Ah... Thanks a lot. Hi.

Happy anniversary.

Ah, hey, heavy.

It's a blender.

Another one, huh?

OK, you ready?

Ready for what?

I've been telling her all about you, she's chomping at the bit.

Who?

My recently widowed sister-in-law, Carol, come on.

Carol? I would like you to meet my very

good friend, Dr Donald Westphall. Donald, this is Carol Hicks.

Hello.

I was sorry to hear about your husband.

I enjoyed his column very much.

DOORBELL RINGS

I'd better go see who that is.

Da-da-da-da-da-da, da!

♪ Happy anniversary, happy anniversary

♪ Happy anniversary, happy... anniversary! ♪

Was this your idea?

No, sir, bad taste, only a complete moron would do something like this.

That's why I asked you.

♪ To Mark and Ellen

♪ Here's something silly with lots of love, your brother Billy. ♪

Ta-da! Hi, guys, I'm here!

William! Oh, William, it's good to see you!

Oh!

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Hold your shorts, I'm coming!

Who's there?

It's er, Dr Axelrod from St Eligius.

Oh, Elliot.

Er, what d'you want, Chubs?

I, er,

brought you this, in memory of Murray.

I mean, you know, like when somebody dies, in condolences?

I'm sorry.

A ham? Yeah.

Well, er, you might as well come in.

Say, boneless...

Not bad.

"Florence, I miss you, love Ernie."

You know Ernest Borgnine?

Oh, I was a big fan of McHale's Navy.

Er, you hungry?

Stupid question, of course you're hungry!

Oh, well, I... I brought you this so, you know, you wouldn't have to cook

in your time of bereavement, so don't go to any trouble for me.

Ah, it's no trouble, sit down and take a load off.

Wow, you've got a personal computer, huh?

Yeah, well, I'm riding the wave of the future.

See, I only use it for, you know, little things like, er,

my budget recipes, figuring the odds of the race track...

Ah, there we go - ham.

Now, let's see... Er, we can make pineapple-glazed crispy ham salad...

or Grandma's Old Fashioned. Well, what'll it be?

Hmm... Well, I shouldn't... put you to this trouble.

Well, look, look, I could use the company, Axelrod, OK?

Now, see, I'll go fix us a nice little dinner

and er, then we'll use your lovely ham and we'll have a pleasant chat.

I really gotta go, I...

Sit down and shut up!

Your brother's quite a guy.

How much younger is he than you?

14 years.

So he was an accident?

My father wanted a girl.

I can't believe you and he are in the same family!

I'm gonna go to the little girls' room.

Second door from your left.

I know, I got sick there at Victor's wedding.

Popular guy, your brother.

Why aren't you over there drooling with the rest of 'em?

Come on, it's your party.

I'm here to see you and the lovely Mrs Craig.

Can I give you a piece of friendly advice?

No.

You shouldn't be jealous of him. He's just not worth it.

Who says I'm jealous?

I can spot a case of sibling rivalry a mile away.

Donny and Mitch Eriksson back in Monterey, they fought over cars,

girls, drugs. Trust me, talk things out, don't do what Donny did.

Which was what?

Shot Mitch with a flare gun and left the state, back in 1971.

He's still on the lam.

Why did I let you in here?

In order to excise the tumour, it's necessary to sever certain nerves.

This last incision just destroyed

much of the muscle control of her forehead.

It's unavoidable. Planting the fascia

lata tendon taken from her thigh will restore some of the fine

muscle control, this should at least enable her to blink.

Trisha, after I've finished closing

up the eye openings, I'd like to do the craniotomy.

I'd advise against that.

But I can do more extensive reconstruction

when I open up the skull.

Bob, you have to weigh a little better look against a potentially

life-threatening situation.

I don't wanna slip back into doing minimal things.

All the surgery she's had hasn't done any good!

Bob, Trisha's right, it's too dangerous.

Unit, Doctor. She's already losing too much blood

and if we puncture the dura surrounding the brain,

she could develop meningitis, then what have you done?

Snap.

Bob, take a break.

I'm fine. Snap.

Take a break, Bob.

Hey, somebody do something!

What's the problem?

She went down to the public gardens, now she's bleeding.

OK, let's get her in two, come on.

Sit her down there.

OK, er, you're going to have to wait in that room over there.

It's OK, Maddy, I'm here. Can I hold her hand while she goes through this?

Fine, get out of our way, over here.

Get her started on ritodrine, 0.1 milligrams per minute, IV.

It's OK, Maddy, everything's gonna be fine.

Ooh!

I'm gonna need CBCSMA6, PT and PTT.

How long have you been pregnant, Maddy? Oh!

Seven months.

Have you had a bad fall or a blow to the belly?

Are you taking any medication?

Any drugs?

I need to know.

For what?

To help her and to save the baby.

OK, OK.

I was doing coke.

Let's admit her to OB and get her on a foetal monitor.

I'll schedule an ultrasound.

We're gonna take good care of you, Maddy.

What's wrong with her, doctor?

Well, she may be in labour prematurely,

and large doses of cocaine may have damaged the foetus.

What about the baby?

We'll know more after the ultrasound, but if she's been taking

a lot of drugs during pregnancy, the baby may not have a chance.

Wait! Please, hurry, I think I may have killed Mrs Hufnagel!

What are you doing in here by yourself?

What does it look like I'm doing?

I'm staring at my neighbour's fence.

Gee whizz, it is a nice fence,

although I wouldn't have whitewashed it. Uh-uh.

Well, at least he finished the job.

I remember the summer Dad hired you to paint the house.

Hey, I did good work, OK?

You did half the work.

The Beatles landed and you ran off to scam a ticket

to the Sullivan Show in New York.

But when I got back, I finished.

The trim! I painted the damn house.

So that's why I've been getting the cold shoulder?

Because I never finished painting the house?

Don't be glib.

You have no sense of responsibility.

You drop in out of the blue and everyone is supposed to be

at your beck and call?

You have a terrific bunch of friends...

Don't change the subject!

Damn it, Mark, I am so sick of you being morally superior to me.

If you've got a problem with who I am, let's hear it, huh?

You quit Harvard

because the system wasn't going the way you wanted it to.

How far back are we gonna go?

You broke Dad's heart.

Then why send me money every month?

You're my brother.

I didn't believe in your politics, but I believed in you.

That's not good enough.

You were William Craig Junior.

Smarter than me.

Better looking. And the way you handled people...

I envied your youth,

but I loved you too.

When the war ended, I thought you'd come back here

and fulfill your potential.

Instead, you're nothing but a failure.

I know.

What, d'you think it's easy to live with?

To come here and see all that you have

and know that somewhere along the way, I lost it.

You're still a young man, Billy.

No, not in today's world, no.

I've made too many bad choices in the past

and I've used up all my options here, you know?

There really doesn't seem to be anything left.

Except become a cardiac surgeon.

Do you have a job now?

Uh-uh.

Well, what are you going to do?

I don't know, I'm not sure.

Oh, but hey, we Craigs bounce back, right?

Come on, what are you doing?

Helping.

Mark, how can you expect me to take a dime from you, knowing that you think

so little of me, huh?

All right, then take it from Ellen, her name is on the cheque too.

A man who turns his back on his family can't call himself a man.

Dad told me that.

Uh, well, I... I don't, er, know when, or even if, I could ever pay it back.

Well, we'll just put it on the tab.

Come on, let's go back to the party, huh?

Elliot, it wasn't your fault.

Digesting ham only aggravated Mrs Hufnagel's gall bladder symptoms.

I know, but will you try to explain it to her?

Because she really thinks that I tried to kill her.

How's Maddy?

Undernourished and dehydrated, but she'll be OK.

Yeah!

And the baby?

We don't know yet. Is it yours?

I think so.

I'd like for you to talk to one of our social workers

here at the hospital.

So he can tell me everything will be OK if I finish school and get a job?

I am required to report Maddy

to the Child Protection Agency, she is going to have to talk to someone.

Do that and I'll take her out of here.

How old are you?

20.

How long you been on the streets?

What's with all the questions, huh?

Sorry.

So, are you excited about being a father?

Yeah.

I was never much good at anything, except tricking.

But I'm gonna be a great dad.

Gonna be able to take care of the baby?

Hustlers make big dough.

I can make four or five bills a night depending on the weather.

Are you gonna hustle all your life?

Until something better comes along, sure.

America's a great place.

You just need the right angle, you can make a lot of bread.

I've just gotta figure out what mine is. It'll come to me.

And when it does, I'm gonna give Maddy the world.

I'd like to help you with that.

Yeah?

Get out your wallet and I'll show you a good time.

Where are you going?

I'm going over to the Garden,

because me and Jimmo are gonna work the drunks after the Bruins game.

I've got a family to feed, right?

22 units, doctor. And we've only got four left here.

I have to go to the blood bank again.

Nice job on the eyes, that lift made a difference.

You see this here?

The right eye is pulsating.

I saw that on X-ray.

She's missing the lesser wing of the sphenoid bone behind that eye.

Her brain is pressing directly against it.

If I don't fix this now,

she's probably gonna lose the vision in this eye.

You've got your craniotomy, Bob.

Prepare the osteotome and open up the craniotomy tray.

'..Visited in your room by the anaesthesiologist

'the day before the surgery.

'In the early days of medicine,

'doctors tried all kinds of kinky ways to knock their patients out...'

You recorded this earlier, did you?

At the six o'clock news.

Mrs Craig's sister, huh?

One long piece of timber. You have to shoot from outside.

If you take her underneath, she'll kill you off the boards.

I don't follow you, Victor.

Would you like a piece of cake?

No, I'm not eating.

I'm not drinking, I'm barely breathing. No, thank you very much.

I'm tiptoeing through this place like it's a crystal palace.

Shit! That was close.

You want me to tell Carol you're in here?

No, no, I'll be out in a second.

I understand.

There are successful surgeries, William,

and unsuccessful surgeries.

Annie? Old Mr Clock says morning rounds are just round the corner.

Shh, shh!

So if you take your car to the garage and it's not fixed properly,

you don't have to pay the mechanic.

Of course not!

So isn't it unethical for a surgeon to accept a fee

from a patient for a procedure that does not accomplish its purpose?

That makes sense.

A human being is not a Buick!

But the patient's out a couple of thousand

and no better off than when he came in.

William, medicine has its limitations

and within those limitations, you either win or you lose.

Ah, but the doctor always gets a cheque.

Well, since you can't afford a Band-Aid, let alone surgery,

why argue about it?

Thank you.

Mark, can you say something nice about an old bride?

I'm difficult to live with,

but the only person here who would know about that is my wife, Ellen.

My job dictates that I give of myself to others at the expense

of the woman I love the most.

34 years ago, Skimmer weekend,

I strolled through the quad on my way to Smokey Joe's

and there, sitting under the statue of Ben Franklin, was a vision

in red and blue, crying because she broke the heel of her pump.

Love at first sight.

To my dear Ellen.

How much have we given her so far?

So far? Seven units. Fresh frozen plasma.

Five units platelets.

35 units Packed red blood cells.

That's too much blood, we should stop.

Nose isn't right yet and I wanna sort out her jawline.

Bob, how much do you expect to do?

Her eyes are rebuilt, the lower eyelids are restyled,

you've got the ears reset, the tumours in the scalp are clear.

We can't do it all this time. We'll come back in and do more later on.

First, we've gotta get her out of here alive.

All right... let's close.

Ah! Oh, Mark, oh, they're beautiful!

Put them on.

Oh, boy, do I have good taste!

Sometimes.

You know, I've lived with you a long time

and it never ceases to amaze me.

What?

How at any moment, without warning,

you can be the most tactless person I know.

Well, happy anniversary to you too, Ellen.

Why did you humiliate your brother tonight?

Oh, wonderful, even my wife takes his side!

What side, Mark?

You hurt him.

Don't look at me like a wounded deer,

you know exactly what I mean.

It was very embarrassing.

I know.

Sometimes, I can... be very cruel.

I'll apologise to him in the morning, OK?

Thank you for the pearls.

One more thing...

Aren't you going to take off the pearls too?

No!

(GIGGLES)

Dr Caldwell?

I came up here to wait.

How is she?

She's great.

We won't know how well we did for a few weeks yet.

I'd like to apologise...

Stop.

I understand. You love your daughter.

A mother wants so much for her child.

You have dreams for them.

When Andrea was six, I took her to Franklin Park to run in the leaves.

It was a beautiful fall day.

Andrea ran over to play with some other kids on the swings,

the ones that didn't run away made fun of her.

One of the mothers yelled at me to get "that monster" out of the park.

Andrea just stood there, confused.

Do you know what it is to tell your child

she can't play on the swings anymore?

Would you like to see her?

Oh, yeah!

Andrea?

HE KNOCKS AT THE DOOR

Billy? Are you up yet?

Billy?