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Mr. Thorner is on antibiotics, NPO for three days.

The diverticulitis should be responding to the treatment.

All right, Jacqueline, I think you ought to look for an abscess.

Why don't you order an ultrasound, huh?

Yes, sir.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, I want to remind you that the blood drive starts

next week, so please help us out by sticking it in.

Very funny.

I'm counting on all of you to get out there and give us good corpuscle.

Old joke.

Where's this guy getting his material?

I think that's all.

No, the community service assignment, it seems that the state correctional

administrators would like a resident of ours to do clinic work at the Newcastle.

Penitentiary, so, uh, Dr. Morrison, you start today.

Check with me later about details, will you?

Thank you, sir.

All right, thanks.

Who loosened Westphall's tie?

If his step had any more bounce to it, he could slam dunk.

White male, late 30s, OD done, quaaludes.

All right, in here.

I need a nurse.

AP is 85 over 40, pulse 46, respiration shallow.

All right, get him on a monitor, drop an NG tube, and lavage until clear.

Don't forget the wrinkles.

Uh, circles under the eyes, saggy pantyhose.

I draw them as I see them, and you're just about the prettiest physician that's ever given me the one.

Oh, well, thank you.

What I generally get are doctors who are old guys with nose hair.

Well, give me time.

I'm still in med school.

Ooh, you're a student driver, eh?

You're gonna give me a discount?

Hospitals don't work like barber colleges.

Oh, come on.

Everybody takes a bit off the top.

Oh, damn, there's arthritis.

It's beginning to cut into my drawing time.

I can give you something for the pain, Mr. Potter.

You know, I've been enjoying your comic strip ever since.

Well, before I could read.

I used to just look at the pictures in Little Rico and laugh.

I still read it every Sunday.

Who's your favorite character?

Oh, gee, I love them all so much.

Nugget, Maeve.

Especially Wombat.

She's always getting herself into such deep trouble.

Uh, 200 over 120, Mr. Potter.

That's extremely high.

I'm going to have to talk with the senior resident.

He may want to admit you for tests.

Okay, sign me up.

I have to go, uh, get some paperwork.

Hey, Novino.

Mm-hmm.

What do you think's wrong?

Don't know.

We'll have to see the next panel.

Vitamin Q for breakfast, huh?

Took a header right into his bowl of cereal.

You better order a chest X-ray.

Make sure you didn't swallow the prize.

Jail, boomer.

Do not pass code.

Do not collect $200.

Hold on, let me tie my shoes, man.

It's tough luck, kiddo.

Wait a minute.

Prison reform happens to be something that I care about.

You have any idea what conditions are like in there?

Oh, yeah, sure.

You ever been in prison?

No.

Have you?

Yeah.

Take it from me.

Believe me.

Stay home.

Go on sick.

What were you in for?

My Aunt Charisse took me on one of those trips to Alcatraz for my birthday one year.

Uh-huh.

In Massachusetts alone, there is something like, I don't know, 250 inmates to every doctor.

Now, can you imagine what kind of treatment those people are getting?

Yeah.

For someone who spends half his life... life in a trance, why this sudden burst of social responsibility?

Yeah.

Got a lot to be grateful for.

Passed my remedial, my knee's okay, my son's safe and sound.

It's time to give something back.

Yeah, and since you're giving something back, how about my orange sweater, you know?

Oh, thank you.

Oh, genuine Jersey Piper.

Must be quite a joy what you do, making people laugh, smile.

Oh, it's a joy, all right.

But I'll tell you something.

I couldn't have put out a daily comics trip for the last 52 years unless the work made me happy, too.

I work at home in a small house that my father built in Marblehead.

I spend the morning sitting in front of the bay window drawing.

You know, you can look out across the salt marshes to the ocean.

Rico, Nugget, me, we all just sit there and we like to see the fog bank roll in and out.

What more could I ask?

I live with my friends in my imagination.

That's the best of all possible worlds.

Your imagination must be quite a place.

It sure beats the stuffing on a bus.

This is a cow.

She goes, moo.

This is a rooster.

He goes, cock-a-doodle-doo.

And here's old MacDonald himself.

He complains a lot about the farm, so the government gives him price supports.

So there you have it.

Old MacDonald has a farm.

Ellen, for crying out loud, didn't I ask you to pick up some huggies today?

We're almost out.

Oh, I just didn't get to the store today, Mark.

I haven't been feeling well lately.

Well, maybe you're coming down with something.

Don't give it to Barbara.

I just can't seem to shake this pain.

Should I see a doctor?

What kind of pain?

Female problems.

Been bothering me for a week now.

Why didn't you speak up sooner?

I haven't seen you to talk.

I haven't talked to you in days.

You're never home.

When you are here, all you do is play with the baby.

Last week, you were complaining that I didn't spend enough time with Barbara.

Well, now I'm pitching in.

Isn't that right, precious?

Call What's-His-Name, your gynecologist.

What's-His-Name is skiing in Switzerland.

Well, then see one of the doctors at the hospital.

Would you make an appointment for me?

This little piggy went to market.

Which is more than your grandmother did today.

Mark?

Oh, look at the time.

Holy Moses.

We've got to get Barbara to bed.

Oh, yes, indeed.

This is an odd way to say hello.

Rule number one.

Always make sure there's a bold presence.

That's what we call the guards.

Never see an inmate alone.

Never see more than one at a time.

Why don't you empty your pockets over there?

They're going to try to test you.

They're going to try to manipulate you.

Look for an edge.

Don't you have to treat them as a patient first and as a prisoner second?

You see anything suspicious, report it to a bull.

Want to take off your belt?

I can't violate the confidence of a patient just because he's behind bars.

This is a penitentiary, not a prep school.

Good to have you, Morrison.

You're understaffed, overworked, what else is there, right?

Ever treat criminals?

Yeah, in the jail ward at St. Eligius.

Yeah, that's street stuff.

This is the big leagues.

Rapists to axe murderers.

Looked to work for 12 doctors.

Place was built to house 600 inmates.

Presently, we're at 1150 and counting.

Inmates call Newcastle the mine.

Hard, cold, and everybody gets the shaft.

Worked here 20 years.

Sound still goes right through me.

Nice perfume.

Don't wear perfume.

My vanilla extract, my cookie.

You know, I woke up this morning, you were on my mind.

The Wee Five, huh?

Yeah.

Are you busy tonight?

Why don't we go down to Anthony's and watch the fishing boats chug in?

Um, I have to present Mrs. Horan on Grand Rounds tomorrow.

Interstitial nephritis.

I have to bone up on my recent literature.

In other words, pass.

Thanks for the offer.

I just don't feel like going out tonight, that's all.

You sure that's not perfume?

Hi, Ellen.

Don't.

Don't be, I've heard your war stories before.

You'll get little Rico tomorrow.

That's as fast as I can work.

Editors, deadlines, who needs them?

Hi, Jersey.

Hi.

Mr. Piker, I'm Dr. Westphall, I'm a kidney specialist.

Oh, hi.

Hello.

You mind if I take a look at your ankles?

You're the first man ever to ask.

Why not?

Go crazy.

What does this have to do with arthritis?

The blood tests I ran along with your high blood pressure and swollen ankles indicate that kidney function is not good.

The condition might have been damaged.

Have you been taking ibuprofen for your arthritis?

Well, the pain used to be just in my wrists and ankles.

Now it's the forearm, hands, shins.

Give me your hand, Carol.

You don't feel the crepitus, huh?

Uh-huh.

That joint's deteriorating.

Uh-huh.

Oh, that feels good.

Now, you two make a nice couple.

Where have you been getting the ibuprofen?

Well, I borrowed some from my neighbor until his prescription ran out.

Then I bought some of the over-the-counter stuff.

Didn't pack as big a wallop.

So, uh, I tripled the dose.

And you've never been under a doctor's supervision?

First time I've been down to Boston since fall.

Maybe you should go in private practice together.

Mr. Piker, the next time you decide to do your own doctoring, I suggest you read the directions.

You've exceeded the recommended dosage, and you could be well on your way to kidney dialysis.

Now, stop taking the ibuprofen, and very probably your high blood pressure and the other symptoms will go away.

Well, with my hands like this, I can hardly sign my name.

Let alone draw a little Rico sign.

Snubby little nose.

All right, Carol, order some x-rays of the affected bones and get a rheumatoid factor.

And, Mr. Piker, we're going to give you another medication as

soon as we know what kind of arthritis you have, all right?

We'll see you later.

Bye.

This is what I meant by my world inside the comic strip.

Nobody grows old, nobody has arthritis, nobody dies.

I feel like the fairy godmother of Mrs. and Perry's child.

The kid is cute.

The capital Q.

I come by here every couple of hours to congratulate myself on a job well done.

That's terrific, Victor.

You know, this whole tour of duty in the dark realm of yonic mystery has been a blessing in disguise.

Not only does Dr. Craig think I'm the cat's pajamas again, but I've begun to

realize what incredible creatures women are.

Strong, resilient.

For up to men to bear children, the species would have thrown in the paleolithic towel.

Well, if you're so high on OBGYN, why do you want to leave?

You kidding?

Back to cardiac surgery for this pop.

Ventricles, auricles, tubes a man can relate to.

Well, the adieus are going to have to wait, kiddo.

I'm supposed to be working labor delivery.

You're in the clinic today.

Where's Jacobson?

He blew with the flu.

All right.

Precise.

This is probably the last pelvic you'll ever have to do.

I mean, how bad can it be?

Right on.

All right.

Top of the morning, Mrs. Craig?

Jackie, you've got to help me out.

It's a matter of life and death.

Mine.

I'm late for rounds.

Mrs. Craig's in there cooling her heels and the rest of her gams.

So?

Would you mind performing a pelvic exam for me?

Yes, I would mind.

No, no, no.

How can I look Dr. Craig in the eye after I looked his wife in the cervical epithelia?

Victor, she's a woman in distress.

Even if she is Dr. Craig's wife... I have a sacred responsibility to see that she receives proper medical care.

I know, that's what I keep telling myself.

So what are you afraid of?

Peroxide.

Ah...

Do you keep all your patients waiting this long?

Sorry.

You know, maybe I'll run down to the cafeteria for a quick sandwich.

They say Turkey has a natural sedative effect.

Victor, are you nervous?

It's just that, um, well, terrified, um, nonspecific dread, existential angst, nothing important.

Um, what'd you say your problem was?

I have this sharp pain in the pelvic area.

You know what I'm thinking?

I'm thinking, if I give you a little bit more time alone, whatever it is will just go away.

I don't think so, Victor.

It's been bothering me for a week now.

Did you ever consider visualization therapy?

It's very big in Berkeley in the 60s.

Um, you visualize a pain in your mind's eye, and you make it smaller.

Let's go, Victor.

I left Barbara with a babysitter.

Right.

This pain, is it, um, is it constant or sporadic?

Well, it comes in waves, mostly at night.

And, um, this pain, it's located where?

In the pelvic area.

Right.

Wait a second.

Did I just hear myself being paged?

Victor, am I going to have to perform this exam myself?

Uh, Mrs. Craig, could you... Look, you're a professional.

You just treat me like you would any other patient.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Okay.

Spread them.

Look, at Newcastle, this is a situation as close as you get to paradise.

Every inmate in the joint is gonna be hitting on you for time in here, so be prepared.

Study, I'd like you to meet Dr. Jack Morrison.

Reinforcements.

With pleasure.

They'll be working together in the clinic.

She'll show you the ropes.

She's heard every kind of con from every kind of con.

Here are the autopsy results.

Heroin OD?

And good quality from the looks of the lab report.

Why don't they get drugs in there?

Are you really that green?

Copy this for the supervisor, will you, please?

Right.

Be careful in here.

Look, I know what criminals do.

My brother's a cop.

I've seen their victims in the ER.

And I still intend to give these people the best care I can.

I was just like you when I came here.

Work within the system?

Change things?

Huh?

Nothing ever changes.

You're burnt out.

No, son, I'm way past burnt out.

Worst part of it is, I don't even feel like a doctor anymore.

I'm a veterinarian.

No masses, no scarring, ovaries appear normal.

How about an ectopic pregnancy?

Blood HCG is negative, tubes are clear.

Pain or tenderness on palpation?

Clean villa health.

Damn.

Or you'd rather Mrs. Craig had something wrong?

Well, nothing serious, treatable, non-life-threatening, preferably esoteric.

Press Dr. Craig with my diagnostic skills.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

You mean to tell me you would actually wish a disease on someone just to further your own ends?

I am amazed at what a morally bankrupt human being you really are.

I amaze myself sometimes, but you gotta put yourself in my boat's shoes.

I go to Craig empty-handed.

He thinks I've done a slapdash job, and Victor Ehrlich is out of surgery forever.

Victor, let's pretend that we never had this conversation, okay?

Phil, come on.

I know you think I'm a scuzzbucket right now, but please, could you do me one tiny favor?

What?

Could you drop these test results off at Dr. Craig's office?

Come on, it's on your way!

Hey, Doc, would you open up the door for me, please?

What, this door?

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

Oh, thanks, Doc.

Oh, Dr. Westphall, I'm on the horn of the... Oh, excuse me, Ehrlich, I'm late for a consult.

Hi.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

I did a routine chest X-ray of Mr. Piker.

There's a tumor in his left lung.

Well, that explains the arthritis, then.

It frequently accompanies respiratory lesions.

Now, did you do a bronchoscopy?

The results came back positive.

Oat cell carcinoma.

Brain scans shows evidence of metastatic disease.

Have you spoken to Mr. Piker?

No, not yet.

I just can't walk into his room and tell him he's going to die.

Carol, remember, when you do, give the man hope.

You know, I've worked on this ward longer than most of the doctors in this hospital.

I've heard the pep talks.

I've watched the patients die anyway.

Well, you go into his room with that attitude and he will die.

Look, Carol, I don't care if the man's chances are 50-50 or 100-1.

Patients count on us for more than just medical treatment.

They need encouragement, inspiration, too.

Sometimes we need another person to help us see the possibilities in life.

Are we talking about Mr. Piker, or about watching the fishing boats chug in?

The whites look more like yolks.

Let's get some blood.

Right.

Let me see.

What have you been shooting?

Speed balls.

Picket bag coke and smack.

It's better than parole.

Must have picked up a short habit.

Can we get him into detox?

Take him to detox.

It takes three weeks.

Get your teeth.

Why don't you sit down here?

You probably landed yourself a case of serum hep from using dirty needles.

I'll give you some clonidine to take the edge off the shakes.

I mustn't be lying.

No, no, no, no, no.

You probably just sell the stuff anyway.

But not so fast.

Open your hand.

You're on report.

You're drunk, dear.

You got to watch it, doctor.

All right.

Aren't you afraid for your safety working in here?

Because I'm a woman?

I take care of these guys when they're sick.

I listen to their problems.

I'm the closest thing to mother in the joint.

I'm careful, but I don't lose any sleep worrying.

Will you send in the next prisoner?

Patient.

Diane Borey.

Good, I got you a loan.

How did you know Richard and I are refinancing?

Huh?

Oh, a loan, as in a cappella.

Helen, in the past ten years, you've had two husbands and a lover, at least that I'm aware of, right?

Are you looking for advice or a chance to see stars?

No, no, no, no, I'm not putting you down, honest.

It's just, uh, well, I think I'm beginning to understand why.

You know, I can't remember the last time I sent flowers to a woman.

Or even wanted to.

But, uh, Carol, you see, I look at her, and all I want to do is, but I'm not sure.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

And frankly, Donald, I'm really a little surprised.

I didn't think sniffing after pretty med students was quite your style.

That's what I'm doing?

Oh, come on, Donald, you're director of medicine, for heaven's sake.

You're a role model.

Never mind that Carol is 20 years younger than you are.

18.

I gather you're not too thrilled about this.

Accurate diagnosis.

Yeah.

Well, to tell you the truth, I'm not either.

At my age, there's a certain comfort in, uh, predictability, patterns.

I don't know if I have enough room in my life for another person.

You know, Lizzie and Tommy, of course.

Nah, maturity rears its seasoned head.

But another part of me says, what the hell?

Take a chance, you know?

Unfortunately, Donald, you represent a higher ideal to most people around here.

Yeah.

Well, I think that stinks.

He glanced off a rib.

You're lucky the knife didn't puncture a lung.

How did it happen?

How do you think it happened?

Got stabbed.

Who did it?

You for real?

Is he for real?

A word to the wise, doctor.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Right.

What's the problem?

My back is killing me.

Morrison, St. Eligius.

Who are you?

Name's McAllister.

Don't you remember?

Two years ago?

No, no, I treat a lot of patients.

A bomb went off in a bank.

You killed a woman?

Catherine McAllister?

You took care of the scum who murdered my wife.

And then I splattered him all over the hospital hallway.

It's good to see you.

He was just sitting there in a wheelchair.

It was a piece of cake.

The judge said it was premeditated and cold-blooded.

Of course it was premeditated.

I had to go out and buy a gun.

Would you straighten your right leg and lift it?

But it wasn't cold-blooded.

Killing him was the most passionate thing I've ever done in my life.

What?

I couldn't see anything else.

I couldn't hear anything.

It was like a laser.

Total focus.

When I shot the bastard, I could breathe again.

I must have really loved her.

Catherine.

I guess I'm...

Now I can barely see her face.

First six months in here, I was fresh meat.

And I'd never even been in a fist fight in my life.

I spent my days working in the prison packing plant cutting up beef,

and my nights fighting off the creeps who were trying to rape me.

What happened?

I became this lifer's punk.

His Jenny.

Jenny?

Slave.

I belong to him.

I do anything he wants.

Anything.

And he protects me.

Even if I walked out of here tomorrow, I'd never be the same.

Not like I was.

But I'm not going anywhere tomorrow.

I'm not going anywhere for a long time.

You...

You got a spasm in your back.

You probably strained a muscle.

Do me a favor.

Keep me in the infirmary.

We don't have the beds.

I need the soft time.

Sorry, I... I can give you some aspirin for the pain.

Give me a shot.

Demerol, morphine, anything.

You don't need it.

I don't need it.

I don't need it.

I've been down in the mine two years.

Two years!

Sorry.

You are one sorry sucker.

Ehrlich, you want to see me?

No, sir.

Then why are you hovering?

I just came to tell you how much I'm looking forward to returning to surgery.

Well, that goes without saying.

You look a little flushed.

Me, sir?

I must have OD'd on the niacin this morning.

Well, rest up.

We have to repair little Miss Cunningham's tetralogy of flow first thing tomorrow morning.

Owen Ehrlich?

Yes, sir.

My wife came in to OBGYN today for some tests.

Find the chuckle head who examined her.

Tell him I am growing old waiting for the results.

Or better still, track down the chart yourself and bring it to me.

I'll meet you in my office.

Chop, chop, chop!

The nurse told me you were up here working.

How are you feeling?

Like old newsprint, yellow and brittle.

Hands are much better, though.

Good.

I'll take my view over this one any day.

You must come down to shore sometime and visit me.

I'd like that.

And bring Dr. Westphall.

You're trying hard not to be interested in that guy, aren't you?

I'm stuck.

Here, see if you can help me.

Come on.

You hate it?

No.

Oh, I love it.

I'm a cartoonist.

I can take the truth.

We think we can bring the arthritis under control with endomethacin.

Oh, that's good news.

But your mouth wouldn't turn down at the corners if everything was coming up roses.

You have what's called oat cell carcinoma.

It's a type that spreads rapidly to other parts of your body.

Is there a cure?

We get closer every day.

How long have I got while I'm waiting for a breakthrough?

Well, with aggressive chemotherapy, a year, maybe two.

104 Sunday additions.

I read the rest of the paper, too, Carol.

I know what chemo and radiation therapy can do.

I have to spend most of my time in hospitals, and I'll be too weak to work.

Not everybody experiences side effects.

But if you don't get the treatment, you won't have any chance at all.

Sit down.

I became a cartoonist for freedom of thought.

Lifestyle.

Now, what you're asking me to do will change who I am.

It'll put a limit on my imagination, and it's going to affect the characters,

too, in subtle ways.

They'll become callous and desperate and angry.

Sounds like a law firm, doesn't it?

It doesn't have to be that way.

A couple of years ago, I got an offer from Hollywood to do an animated version of Little Rico.

Have you ever watched TV Saturday mornings?

It's a real duck factory.

How are kids supposed to learn anything from that garbage?

I told the studio they could keep their money.

I wasn't going to sell Mayfairn Nugget and Wombat downriver for a couple of lousy bucks.

And I'm not going to now for a lousy couple of years.

All inmates from cell block C on the main line immediately.

All inmates on the line, this is an inspection.

These sores on the roof of the mouth indicate a vitamin B deficiency.

Loss of hair, fatigue.

Are you eating?

Choke down that swill every day?

You should try it.

Enough to gag a maggot.

This man has malnutrition.

I don't understand.

Check out the chow.

Yeah, right on.

Well, I've seen the menu.

I mean, there's nothing fancy, but it's solid.

All the RDAs are there.

There ain't no relation between what's on the page and what's on the plate.

Give him a vitamin B booster.

He'll have to wait.

What is that?

Big trouble.

And there's no organic source for this woman's pain, at least none that I could find.

Dr. Auschlander?

With hospital services' new computer, I can calculate apartment budgets.

The RGs and staffing levels are...

Fingertips.

Glad you're stepping up to the 80s, sir, but I'm a little pressed for time.

Isn't everybody?

That's why I'm putting my life on floppy disk.

This woman, you're convinced the pain she's feeling is real?

Absolutely.

Have you any idea about her personal life?

Job pressures?

She's a housewife.

What does her husband do?

He, um...

He works with his hands.

Manual labor.

Not exactly.

He, uh, repairs...

Tickers, clocks, and other... They're small appliances.

Detail work, very stressful.

I've accessed the hacker's bulletin board.

Good.

Are they happily married?

They throw nice parties, but the husband's gone a lot.

Long hours.

Hmm.

This is just an idea.

Oh, please, Dr. Auschlander, anything.

I'm a drowning man grasping at straws.

Spousal hypochondria.

You think this pain could be psychosomatic?

Possibly.

It's a phenomenon common to women with husbands who are busy workaholics.

The wife feels neglected, alone.

So she develops these symptoms in order to get attention.

The ailments are quite real, although the cause is emotional.

So you think this gynecological problem could be a way for this woman to get the love she's missing?

A hypothesis.

I'm a goner.

Excuse me?

Nothing.

Nothing.

If I were you, I would sit this fellow down and have a heart-to-heart with him.

About his marriage.

No, I couldn't.

You have to.

You have a responsibility to your patient.

Believe me, Dr. Auschlander, I've met her husband.

He doesn't take advice very well.

That's because he's afraid to change.

Computers used to scare the dickens out of me.

Now look.

Enter code name.

I don't have one.

How about Wiley Coyote?

Hey, Dad.

The superintendent sprang a surprise weapons check on cell YC.

The top guys wouldn't leave their cells, so he pumped in gas.

What should we do?

Keep breathing.

We've got another bird and a small supply of isoethan.

We'll rotate supplies and hope for the best.

Celia?

Can't we get an exam?

No, no, we need a ball.

Come on, come on.

It's my fiancé.

Is he all right?

Yeah, he's gonna be fine.

Who are you?

Nick Motz.

The Bostarian Brotherhood.

If you're white, you gotta be right with me.

We were having a little party, and the Muslims tried to crash it.

Things got out of hand.

The whole place smells like burnt chocolate now.

How are you feeling?

Okay.

All right.

Why don't you just sit there and rest?

We're gonna go back out there, okay?

Come on, Mr. Motz.

I'm sorry.

The Smokes are too mean to die.

You stay and party with us, Goldilocks.

Okay, all right.

Helen,

I'm changing Mrs. Horan's medication.

Can you make sure her bed gets changed as well?

Sure.

Um, Carol, I had a chat with Donald about the... Look, I know I'm behind on my case reports in Skudberg.

No, no, no.

Listen, he has very strong feelings about you.

Well, we're friends.

I'm... When a man who's kept himself to himself as long as Donald has, and then he finally

expresses an interest in a woman, and that woman happens to be you, I...

Well, I just felt that you should know, that's all.

Well, and after cheerleading practice, maybe we can meet the boys at the mall shop.

This is infantile.

I know, it's none of my business.

I shouldn't have gotten involved.

I'm sorry, but...

If you know Maureen...

Well, I don't know, after talking with Donald, maybe it's time.

I have a headache.

Shall I get you some acid?

Helen, no.

You've really done enough already.

Doesn't anyone in this hospital practice medicine anymore?

Were you born in a barn?

Taxicab, actually.

On the Cabrillo Highway, somewhere between Carmel and Monterey.

Here are Mrs. Craig's test results.

It's about time.

Now close the door and make sure you're on the other side.

Hold it a minute.

Why is your name on this chart?

Um, I, um, I perform the exam.

You examine my wife's genitalia?

You don't know how hard I tried to get out of it.

What's that supposed to mean?

Chandler and Wade can be very uncooperative.

What's wrong with my wife?

Nothing.

Nothing organic.

What are you insinuating, Ehrlich?

I'm not insinuating anything.

I'm just suggesting that Mrs. Craig's pain, which is quite acute and localized,

has a psychosomatic origin.

Dr. Auschlander says that wives of highly pressured individuals...

such as yourself, frequently suffer from hypochondria.

Did he?

I, of course, kept Mrs. Craig's identity confidential.

From Chandler, from Wade, from Auschlander.

How about Luther?

I couldn't find him.

The particular location of Mrs. Craig's pain would seem to indicate, at least

symbolically, a marital breach, if you will, a feeling of neglect on her part.

Don't pinch a loaf of high school Freud all over my wingtips.

Just get out of here.

Like a shot, sir.

See you in surgery?

Only if... Only if you're on the table.

Right.

Why don't we just go?

And I'll forget this happened.

What's he talking about?

I'm not going to report it.

It's not going to count against you.

Moats is a lifer.

Unless he kills you, he's got nothing to lose.

Okay, that's enough.

Mama.

Mama.

Mama, mama.

Be nice.

You need a loan!

I graduated nurses a long time ago.

What I'm looking for now is an eligible young doctor.

You dance with me, Jenny?

You dance with me, huh?

Steven.

Nobody help me, Morrison.

Once the bar is slammed shut, you go down the shaft.

He's all yours.

I think you're gonna enjoy this, Mama Cedar.

Jersey was adamant.

Well, sometimes the doctor has to accept a patient's wish to die, Carol.

Ever read Little Rico?

The characters are sweet, but confused.

They want something better in their lives, but they don't know how to get it.

You know, if I were told that I was gonna die, they'd have to drag me kicking and scratching all the way to my funeral.

How could he be so willing to give up?

Well, it seems to me that Jersey's accomplished almost everything he set out to do.

Now, like the rest of us, we put off our dreams till next year, and then, of course, it's too late.

Donald, do you realize I've never been to Europe?

Or Marblehead, for that matter.

Come on, be young.

I'm not that young.

I've just, I've already spent seven years being a nurse, and then I realized I was unfulfilled.

Now I'm spending four more years to become a doctor, and what if I find out I'm still unfulfilled?

Well, just don't blame me.

You know, I'm, uh, I'm like your, uh, your pal, little Rico.

I want something very much, and I don't know how to get it.

Why me, Donald?

I don't know.

I'm not sure.

I'm, I'm usually pretty well-grounded, you know, but around you, I'm off balance.

I'm sorry.

No, I like it.

I'm not in love with you.

It's okay.

Well, I, uh, promised Mr. Parker I'd go by and see him.

You see, I'm not in love with him.

I don't know how he's feeling.

Maybe he'll feel better.

Maybe he's changed his mind.

Congratulations.

No, I heard you were nominated for doctor of the year.

Oh, that.

No, I get nominated every year.

It doesn't mean much.

Well, even so, I hope you win again.

Thank you.

Uh, taking anyone to the awards?

No.

Probably go stag, like always.

Not this time.

Still up?

I couldn't sleep.

How's the baby?

An angel.

Sorry I'm late.

Are you?

What a question.

Of course I'm sorry.

I was held up replacing a patient's chest tube.

No, I meant, are you late?

It seems like your usual hour.

Well, I wanted to get home early.

How are you feeling?

Did the test results come back?

Ehrlich dropped them by my office this afternoon.

Oh, poor Victor.

He was so nervous I practically had to hold a gun to him to get him to do the exam.

I want you to see Scullets as soon as he gets back from yodeling up the Matterhorn.

Then it's serious.

Did the test... The test showed nothing at all.

Ehrlich wasn't able to find anything wrong with you.

He probably botched the job.

Well, I'm feeling a lot better right now.

Good.

Come here.

I want to show you something, but close your eyes first.

Why shouldn't I close my eyes?

It's dark in there.

All right.

The family.

I found this today up in the attic, and we never hung this picture.

I don't know why not.

Because I never liked it.

Don't do that, Mark.

Everything can't always be your way.

It hasn't.

Ever since Stephen died, you've been tense, on edge, and that's what's brought on this illness.

Oh, it's all in my head.

Is that what you think?

I didn't say that.

My pain is real, Mark.

I want to know the cause of it.

Me.

I'm the cause.

I spent 11 years in the hospital.

I spent a lifetime taking away other people's suffering.

Has my absence caused you all this pain?

Yes, I guess it has.

I can live with that for a while.

For whatever it's worth.

I'm sorry.

Oh, Mark.

I get so lonely, Mark.

Helen, I seem to have lost a cartoon.

Have you seen Jersey Piker wandering around?

He was in his room.

No, he's not now.

Jersey, where are you?

You're safe here.

No one's going to hurt you.

What do you got?

Female, late 30s, multiple contusions, possible broken jaw, probable rape.

I think there's another one in cubicle three.

Janet, what the hell happened?

Nothing.

Get her to isolation and call the rape team.

I'm having trouble sleeping.

Boo, are you okay?

I'm worried about my classes.

Just relax now.

I miss you so much.

Just before dawn, which is the coolest part of the day, and I ought to be able to sleep, but I can't.

I get up, and I go outside, and I watch the sunrise.

You're going to be amazed, Nina.

Jack, I'll get you something to help you rest.

Down in the tropics, it's unbelievable.

It comes on so fast, the jungle, it's all black.

And then the sky starts to catch on fire, pink.

The orange, yellow, blue, and the birds, they're making this incredible racket.

I think you better come down here.

I don't want to spend Christmas without you.

Oh, Nina, I miss you so much.