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Pop, what's the use of playing by the rules if you're never going to win.

Well, Donny. Winning isn't the only thing that counts you know.

And we all have to play by the rules, otherwise everybody loses.

George Deaton cheats at marbles.

He does.

Today, I lost a swirly, two Aggies, and my favorite shooter.

Oh, well.

Listen, son, there's no real satisfaction unless we play fair and square and do the best we can all the time, right?

Why don't you challenge him to another game tomorrow?

Maybe you'll win.

Or lose all my marbles.

How are you, my friend?

Fine, thank you.

My wife and I really enjoyed the sermon Sunday.

The parish is going to miss you.

Sorry you're leaving.

Well, running this house of God's a full-time job.

But I'll be close by if you need me.

Hello, Donnie.

Is the snow still good for packing, lad?

Quite a hospital you built, Father.

Well, it's God's design, to be sure.

But since he never went to architecture school, I had to draw up the blueprints myself.

Let's see you hit Flannery's pub across the street.

That it!

Help!

Help, Father!

Help!

It's going to turn real bad!

Dad!

Father!

Please don't let me die!

Please don't let me die!

We was moving a melon machine when it fell over.

Killed another fella.

This is cocaine solution.

Cotton seizures in a needle.

He's lost a lot of blood.

We may have to do a transfusion.

I'm going to sew up his blood arteries.

You're going to have to hold him down.

It might be pretty painful for you, friend.

Patrick's Catholic, father.

Could you say something?

Just in case?

What?

Does the police call?

Is there something else about my son?

No.

Pete's still missing.

It's my fault he's been kidnapped.

I should have pushed harder for a daycare center here at the hospital.

Instead, I passed Pete around to anybody to play with him, assuming everybody would be nice to him.

I was out all night looking for my son, going door to door, handing out flyers with Pete's picture on it.

Why don't you give me a bunch of... I'll put some up in my neighborhood.

I'd really appreciate it.

How's Mr. O'Casey doing?

I still don't know yet.

At least he's off the respirator.

He's got a partial return of function in his legs.

Jack, don't sleep in this room.

It doesn't look good.

St. Eligius' 50th anniversary is turning out to be quite a shindig.

I hope our hospital staff has been cooperating with you on your oral retrospective.

Well, it's... been half-hearted at best.

But since you've been here the longest, the Historical Society is particularly interested in your reminiscence.

The sun was setting on the island of the rising sun.

By leading the U.S.

forces in the invasion of Lady Island, MacArthur fulfilled his promise of, I shall return.

Who shall ever forget the magnificent image of the Marines planting the stars and stripes on Mount Suribachi?

Excuse me, Dr. Auschlander.

Oh, yes.

You need to speak into the microphone.

Yes, yes, of course.

I always get carried away whenever I recall my Navy days in the Pacific Theater.

Well, your work there led you to be hired here at St. Eligius by Father McCabe.

Yes.

I arrived here April 14th, 1945.

Come in.

Is this a bad time?

Not at all, Daniel.

I'm just reprimanding this lad who's caught stealing a patient's pocketbook.

What do you think I should do to him?

Tan his hide.

Oh, stay out of this, four eyes.

Dr. Daniel Auschlander, meet... Frankie Fish.

Donald Westphall.

A sheenie on the staff?

Father McCabe, next thing you know, you'll have niggers working here.

I told you never to use words like that around me.

I don't go anywhere.

May I show you to your office?

You better be sitting here when I get back, or I'm coming after you.

Father McCabe.

Joseph.

I can't tell you how thrilled I am you're going to be working here.

St. Eligius needs a liver specialist.

Your studies on hepatic dysfunction and tropical diseases in the South Pacific are very impressive.

Oh, there.

But as that boy so rudely pointed out, I'm Jewish, and I assume the only Jew on the entire staff.

So what?

The cafeteria serves a meat alternative on Fridays.

Here we are.

Daniel, we'll talk later.

I want to get back to that boy before he's sent to reform school.

Love what you've done with the place.

This office could use a desk lamp and some pictures.

Maybe even a record player.

But I'll tell you what it really needs.

A woman's delicate touch.

What a line.

You must be fresh from the service.

Here, this is for you.

Every starch, thank you.

How do you find Boston?

Uh, take a left at Rhode Island.

Ah.

I haven't seen much of the town, really.

Maybe you could show me around sometime.

Perhaps.

See you.

Red.

Oh, what are we doing here?

Well, since you won't listen to reason, I thought I'd knock some sense into you.

I ain't fighting a priest.

Don't worry.

God won't hold it against you.

Your father came by last week.

He said you're getting to be a real pain in the keister.

He said you haven't been to church in nearly a year.

Don't need to.

Not going to make me a better person.

Well, maybe not, you little git, but you haven't been going to school either.

And for sure, that will make you stupid.

What do I got to be smart for?

Life taught me a crummy hand, so what's the use?

Why should I play?

Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

Come on.

I ain't boxing with you.

You're going to run into pain and disappointment your whole life.

If you don't learn to face up to it, you're going to get the tar beat out of you every time.

Now, let's go.

I know you love your family, Donald, but it's been ten years.

Time to get on with your life.

There's no reason for what happened.

Ah, it hurts growing up.

I'll show you hurt.

I should have been killed.

I should have died.

Sorry.

Have you looked through any mug shots?

I only saw the back of the guy's head.

Maybe I should call the police again.

Jack, go home.

I should have done something for Pete.

I should have... ID tags, fingerprints.

Jack, go home.

I'll cover for you.

No.

Mr. O'Casey, I still haven't made the diagnosis.

I thought it was a septic meningitis until he developed lower extremity paresis.

Maybe you missed something in the medical history.

Mr. O'Casey was pretty vague, and his wife was even less help.

Did you check the computer?

Yeah, and the records only go back to 1600.

Well, this may come as a shock, but there's a whole world that existed before floppy disks.

Look, tucked away in the basement are all the back medical records in boxes.

They're just sitting there, waiting to be excavated.

What do you mean?

I should go down there and dig around, try and cover something.

Maybe I will.

I'll call the police first.

Do you think the cops will ever find Jack's kid?

Not a chance.

Strong Patrick.

A real scrapper.

Not many men get crushed by a heavy machine and live to tell the tale.

Dr. Lacio says I'm going to be fine.

Patrick's worked in the mill since he was 12.

Sometimes 18.

18 hours a day, trying to earn enough money so we could get married.

But if this is what wanting a life together costs, it is not worth the price.

Alison, you can't think like that.

America was built on hard work.

Little by little, we come closer to the happiness my father came here searching for.

Patrick, I love you, but I'm afraid.

I don't want us to start off on the wrong foot, with no money.

I don't even have a dowry.

We have each other.

That'll be enough.

Father McCabe, will you perform the wedding ceremony?

We'll hear back on your feet, lad.

Then you two come and see me.

Dr. Morrison, have you seen my mother anyplace?

No, I'm afraid not.

Where's my father?

Well, he's gotten back some of the motor function in his legs, but he's still heavily sedated.

So even when he wakes up, conversation won't make much sense.

Nothing new there.

Kevin, your anger is not going to help your father get better.

So what?

He's done nothing but shove me out of his life for the past two years.

I came in here yesterday, he didn't want to have anything to do with me.

You know why?

Because I'm gay.

My father acted as though my homosexuality was an act of defiance.

Took it personally.

Rather than being glad that I was fine, I was only happy with who I am.

He stopped loving me.

I became the son he never had.

Kevin.

Fathers and sons, they lose each other for all kinds of reasons.

Some get pushed away, some...

If you want the relationship to last, you've got to say the things you feel now, good or bad.

Because someday you'll reach out and your dad won't be there.

You promised me the roof would last a lifetime.

Ten years is a very short life, wouldn't you say?

No, I'm expecting you to come back and fix what should have been taken care of when you built this hospital.

Well, what about craftsmanship?

Have you no pride in your work?

Well, when can you come back and make the necessary repairs?

Waiting until hell freezes over is an ecumenical debate, Mr. Endicott.

Don't say it.

I should have been more tactful.

It's not going to work.

Oh, the hospital's had financial trouble before.

I'll raise the money for the new roof, bake sales or bingo or somehow.

I'm referring to myself here.

It won't work.

Why?

Why are you asking me?

I'm always running off when I want to talk.

We're talking, but I'm late for the meeting with the new cardinal.

Hold that.

Swastika and the word kite are painted on my office wall.

If that's the way people around here feel about me, fine, I can catch 8 O'clock back to New York City.

Oh, Daniel, you can't leave.

Watch me.

Oh, come on.

The first incident, you're going to run.

Just a month ago, I was to be named to the board of medical quality assurance.

Under qualified, they said.

Too Semitic was the truth.

If we don't stand up to hatred and fear, it spreads.

It kills.

Now, in the army, I was in a platoon, which was the American melting pot,

and some southerner asked me why I was defending America as if it wasn't my country.

And my family's been here for over a hundred years.

Well, I told that hick my grandfather fought for the North in the Civil War.

Then we got into fisticuffs.

And before being drafted, I lost my fiancée because she was a Gentile.

I need you here, Daniel.

You and I can make the difference.

If we don't leave this world in better shape than when we got here, what's the point?

Rain depresses some people.

Not me.

Don't go anywhere till I get back.

Please.

Excuse me.

Doctor, doctor, my name's Patrick O'Casey.

My daughter's in there.

She was brought in two days ago.

I have to see her.

No, you can't.

Not until she's allowed out of isolation.

Patrick just got home last night.

He hasn't seen Sam.

He hasn't seen Sarah since he left for Fort Bragg eight months ago.

All right.

But you'll have to wait here because of the risk to the baby.

I'm afraid you'll have to be content with looking at her through this window for now.

Do you see her?

Yes, there she is.

That's Sarah, the one with the dog.

What's going to happen to her?

Now, you really should speak with a physician.

Tell me.

Well, poliomyelitis attacks the spinal cord and the brain.

Muscle groups are destroyed.

Many children are covering tires.

While others are unable to move an arm or a leg.

And some die.

Am I going to lose my little girl?

The wonder of medicine, Mr. O'Casey, is that it's unpredictable.

You and your wife have to be strong.

Your daughter needs to know that you haven't given up, despite overwhelming adversity.

Good news.

I've been reading and rereading your family's history, trying to find some clue

or connection to his symptoms, and suddenly...

there it was.

Mr. O'Casey's sister, Sarah, died of polio in 1955.

She'd never been vaccinated.

And Mr. O'Casey had never received proper immunization.

Jerry's got polio?

Come on, Dr. Morrison, this is 1986.

It's like saying he's a victim of the bubonic plague.

In the 50s, a lot of kids were vaccinated with what's called a dead virus.

But it only worked temporarily.

People like your father, who were never followed up with booster injections,

lost immunity to polio and are still susceptible.

Jack.

Well, is there a cure?

Um, no, no.

But the infection will eventually dissipate.

And with time and help from you both, they should be fine.

How do you know?

My aunt died of polio.

In cases like your father's, where there's been an early return of motor function,

there's usually a full recovery.

What is it?

Police just called me.

They think they found your son.

Where is he?

He's down at the police station.

Come on, let's go together.

I'll drive.

Is there anything you'd like to add?

Yes.

Most people associate hospitals with disease.

I think of romance.

But that's another story.

Thank you.

Bye.

Goodbye.

Bye.

Sheeshine, please.

I didn't think you wanted a shave and a haircut.

Decided to make some honest coin, I see.

Just working off what I stole from a couple of patients.

Me and Finally McCabe gotta deal.

I like the father.

It takes some time, but I think I'm going to like it here.

You come from money?

No.

My family was worse than poor.

My mother sewed in the sweatshop.

My father pushed a clothing rack down 7th Avenue.

No kidding.

You could buy wholesale and he dressed like that.

Thanks.

How much do I owe you?

I'm not finished.

It's all right.

They look nanny.

This one's on me.

Because I called you that name.

You keep the change.

Excuse me.

Would you happen to know where in town they mix an old-fashioned egg cream?

I haven't had an egg cream in years.

But I'll bet you could get one at Hobson's on Franklin Street.

Uh, Franklin Street.

Hmm.

You take Essex to Tremont, turn right, go down two blocks, and it's just across from the cyclorama.

Oh, wait a minute.

I... I... I... I take Essex, and I go two blocks, and then what?

Never mind.

Would you like me to show you?

That would be wonderful.

I'm Daniel Auschlander.

Catherine Wellingham.

You are a very handsome man.

What a line.

That's not beat.

What do I have to do to get my boy back?

Pop, I'm scared.

Donnie, go wake your brothers and sisters.

Elizabeth, wake up.

We can't get out.

It's all right, sweetheart.

I'll be there.

Watch out.

Historical society, hysterical society, if you ask me.

You call this an interview?

Which, by the way, has run five minutes longer than was scheduled.

You were talking about your final years as a resident.

Intern, pay attention.

As I was saying, a lot of us were still wet behind the ears.

We were just kids.

But the world was simpler then.

Dr. Domitian, I say this from the bottom of my heart.

These years spent watching you have been an inspiration.

Can the histrionics, Craig?

You've been pandering to me for four years.

Your internship's over, so clam up.

You're right, sir.

Foolish of me to think that I could pull the wool over the eyes of a man with such vision.

Let's move on.

Let's move on to the next case.

Dr. Westphall?

Yes, sir.

13-year-old Sarah O'Casey with polioparesis.

Admitted three days ago with respiratory insufficiency and infection.

Very likely bilateral pneumonia.

How are you feeling, Sarah?

A little better.

How long have you had that cough?

Since last night.

Well, we'll have to do something about that.

Dr. Westphall?

Yeah?

Could you stop by later and read to me again?

You bet.

Here, try some of this.

Didn't you pay attention to what the attending said?

Never get emotionally attached to the patients.

Dr. Westphall, increase the doses to 400,000 units IM.

By the way... That will help clear up the tardic cough and congestion.

Yes, sir.

By the way, sir, early indications suggest that Dr. Salk's preventive polio vaccine is a success.

I'm aware of that, dimwit.

One more thing, sir.

I'm honored that you're allowing me to perform my first solo operation this afternoon.

A mitral valve commissurotomy, a procedure on the forefront of cardiac care.

But that's the great thing about St. Eligius, the nurturing, the wisdom.

No place on earth comes close to the family you've created here.

Whose Taffy do you think you're pulling?

Rounds are over.

Well, it won't be long now.

The moment my call comes from Boston General, I'm leaving.

St. Eligius?

No, the planet.

Boy, Donald, sometimes you're really a stooge.

Hey, Oliver, stick an egg in your shoe and beat it.

I've really got a great career ahead of me, Donny boy.

Pretty soon I'll be earning double digits.

Life couldn't be better.

Did you know Ellen is pregnant?

No.

Terrific.

Congratulations.

In 58 minutes, she and I are meeting a real estate agent to look at houses in Lincoln.

I'm anxious to move to the suburbs now that we're expecting a new arrival.

What are you hoping for?

Well, what else?

A two-story colonial.

Have you heard this one?

There once was a girl from Nantucket whose goose every man tried to pluck it.

Its thighs were so thick, its feet were so quick, if it only sat down you could fill in the rest.

What's going on, Joseph?

I'm celebrating.

Would you like a drink?

You're drunk enough for both of us.

Daniel?

I've never told anyone this.

I used to have dreams about Clara Bow.

1926, the man trap came out.

Being a priest, I couldn't go.

I could only fantasize about it in the privacy of my own mind.

I was in my prime in the roaring 20s.

The rest of the world was flapping.

I was in the seminary, flagellating myself.

I was three years assistant pastor at St. Ursula's.

I saw all sorts of people with all sorts of hurts, spiritual, emotional.

Those are the people I could help.

But the ones in physical pain, the poor, nobody was helping them.

On our Saint's day, I made a vow.

Someday, I'd do something about that.

What's wrong, Joseph?

I just had a lovely chat with...

the Archbishop.

Cushing cushioned... Cushing cushioned the blow.

And then he fired me.

We will meet, but we will miss him.

There will be one vacant chair.

That's a Civil War song, you know.

Your grandfather sang it like it's not.

Now a golden cord is severed, and our hopes in ruin lie.

Now don't talk to me about making the third bedroom into a study.

I mean, if that was what he had meant it to be, the architect would have put it on the ground floor.

Obviously, another item in a long list of design flaws.

Would you excuse me, please?

Isn't this the greatest house you've ever seen?

Aye.

I mean, isn't this where a surgeon should live?

The way you've been ranting, I thought you hated this place.

No, no, no, that was just to keep the real estate agent hungry.

I get hungry too, Mark.

If we pay for this house, how can we afford to eat or raise a child?

Ellen, what's to worry?

Sipping Brandy while watching embers glow?

$50,000 at 4%.

Oh, criminy, Mark, that really scares me.

I think we're getting in way over our heads.

Ellen.

I have a great career ahead of me at Boston General.

Did Dr. Kearns call?

No.

Dr. Kearns' associate?

Oh, for Pete's sake, Ellen.

Have a little confidence in me.

I'll get the appointment, and when I do, I will begin to build a fabulous clientele.

I mean, people will be dying to get in to see me.

I'm getting a headache.

Ellen, relax.

We are going to be very happy here.

Come here.

Shh.

That won't be you.

Oh.

Shh.

To the three of us, may we live happily ever after.

Oh, I know it's a girl.

This cast is disgusting.

You see, they had it changed weeks ago.

You've got weeping dermatitis.

What are you going to do?

Wait here and see.

Boomer.

Everyone's talking about how you diagnosed Mr. O'Casey's polio.

All I did was check the medical history.

Like, I don't know.

Yeah, but you look for something beyond the obvious.

Your instincts were right.

Maybe.

Look, everybody knows you've had a lot of problems here over the last couple of years.

It's no wonder your self-confidence is broken.

But despite what any of us may say, and despite what you might think,

you're still as capable as any doctor in this hospital.

Because you care.

So I'm a good doctor?

It's not a question, Jack.

I'm a good doctor.

And now, the leg.

Dad?

How you feeling?

It's thirsty.

Yeah?

And my throat hurts.

Here.

You go.

Go easy.

Better?

I wasn't sure I'd ever see you again.

I know, it was pretty frightening, wasn't it?

Donnie, you and I are going to have to talk now, man to man.

You know how much I loved your brothers and your sister and your mom?

Well, I did everything I could, you see.

But sometimes, no matter how hard we try, it's not enough.

They died in that fire, sir.

Where are they?

They're in heaven.

Will we ever see them again?

Yeah, someday.

No.

That's just your knee, Bill.

Don't ever leave, Pop.

No, I wouldn't do that to you.

And 1-0 silk on a cardiac needle.

I'm putting a purse string suture in the left atrial appendage in preparation to perform the commissurotomy.

Oliver, hold the purse string, please.

What, are you asking him to dance?

Leave Emily posted.

Is this in the scrub room?

Uh-huh.

Scalpel.

Bigabody mitral valvulatum.

Come on, number one.

Even a trained seal could do this procedure.

Right.

I'll use the gabody to separate the valve leaflets and broaden the restricted openings.

Watch the inter ventricular septum.

If London weren't shaking like a bowl of gelatin... Go on, blame someone else because you haven't got the guts.

Stay right here and don't touch a thing.

What the hell is going on?

Four years I've looked up to you.

I've watched your every move.

I've tried to emulate your techniques.

I've looked forward to this day all my life and now I wish it had never arrived.

Well, that's just too bad because here it is.

And Mr. Kellogg is in there.

They're relying on you to save his life.

This is no time to turn into a bonehead.

I'm a failure.

Oh, Lord.

How will I tell my father?

Listen, I have not invested four years in you for nothing.

You may be arrogant, self-centered, and opinionated, but you're never a failure till you stop trying.

Besides, how do you think you look to those interns up in the gallery?

Pathetic.

Pathetic?

Like you don't have... I don't have any.

I'll do the operation.

Oh, goody.

Any signs of life?

A person spends his life trying to help people.

And then one day someone says, we won't let you do that anymore.

You're dismissals of shame.

I've been reassigned to a diocese near Phoenix.

They teach in holy communion to the local tribes, that sort of thing.

The archbishop actually tried to convince me that Arizona's the best place for my sinuses and my short game.

I know better.

I've stepped on a lot of toes hereabouts.

I'm surprised they put up with me this long.

Refuse to go.

Oh, I can't.

I've taken a vow of obedience.

Besides, there's no reason to stay.

Archbishop Cushing also informed me that the city's made an offer to buy the hospital.

And the church is tired of bottle washing.

St. Eligius officially changed his hands in January.

I want you to know I'm going to attend to my resignation.

Oh.

Well, now that's a problem.

Because I've recommended to you to replace me.

I need somebody I can trust.

I need somebody who wants to run my hospital.

Hardly a soul around has ever heard of St. Eligius.

The patron Saint of artisans and craftsmen.

My father was a cabinetmaker.

All his life he prayed to St. Eligius.

I figured he'd show a special attention.

But judging from the way the roof is built, I'd say he was out to lunch a good deal at the time.

Take care of my hospital, Daniel.

She's been good to me.

Donald, you are looking at Boston General's newest and brightest cardiac surgeon.

I'm happy for you, Mark.

I really am.

You see what Domitian passed on to me?

The Gabody mitral valvulotone.

My first surgical instrument.

His way of wishing you luck, huh?

Domitian doesn't know I'm leaving.

Mark, don't you feel some sort of commitment to this hospital?

Look.

Look, Boston General is a real hospital.

It already has a heart-lung machine.

I'll be doing open-heart operations soon.

And I can tell you something else.

Mr. I-wanna-be-a-kidney-specialist, you should consider making the jump to the General.

They'll have you.

A doctor over there just did a kidney transplant.

The cutting edge of medicine is at BG.

What are you doing with that cigarette?

Don't you read, Gemma?

There is a greater death rate among people who smoke.

No.

No, I don't think so.

I don't think I could leave St. Eligius, Mark.

I really don't.

I feel a connection here with the people, the neighborhood.

Hey, I'm happy that you have a deep and abiding affection for this slaughterhouse and all these sleazebags.

But not me.

Good luck with your career, Westphall.

Better tell Domitian you're leaving.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, Craig, just dropped in on Mr. Kellogg.

He's doing well.

You should be pleased.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, by the way, you wouldn't happen to know where my Gabody Mitral Valvulatone is?

No, sir.

Sir, about my coming back next year.

I'm looking forward to it.

God knows why.

Yeah, me too, sir.

Wait a minute, Donald.

Listen, everyone.

Quiet down.

Hey, you!

Shut up.

Well.

Here we are, looking at the past, thinking of the future, and like it or

not, we have to face our failings and our mistakes and our shortcomings,

but God knows we've seen enough pain and death, so I suppose we should be

depressed, but because this building stands here, and because of the people who

have walked through that door, the human spirit prospers and moves on.

You know, it wasn't long ago that if a man came in here with a dying heart,

all we could offer was solace, and now we can offer a transplant,

and that to me is amazing.

They call us a teaching hospital, but I find this a learning place,

and whether it be nurses or orderlies or surgeons or patients, we all have

something to offer each other, and I want to salute those people who have

brought us to this celebration, and to those who will lead us in the future.

Daniel?

Happy birthday, St. Eligius.

To the future.

To the future.

How's the new cat?

Fine.

Jack, look!

Oh, Nina.

Hiya, buddy.

Daddy.

Quite a hospital you've built, Father.

Well, it's God's design, to be sure.

But since he never went to architecture school, I had to draw up the blueprints myself.

Now, let's see you hit Flannery's pub across the street.

That it!

Now, let's see you hit Flannery's pub across the street.