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I'd like to schedule you for a coronary bypass.

You wanna unzip me just like that, huh?

That cut came awfully close to the mitral apparatus.

I nicked the papillary muscle. You see what you made me do?!

Andrea Fordham is coming in today to get her bandages removed.

My face feels so small.

Who's the chubby guy with the big peepers?

Dr Axelrod. He's a first year.

He's kinda cute.

Did Myra White get my present for her baby?

I don't know, what was it?

The little ski mask. See?

I'm concerned about Shirley, I mean about her mental state.

If you're suggesting I try to win this case

through an insanity plea, you're way off the mark.

I'm not ready yet.

To what?

I'm not going out there.

Late for rounds again!

What are you, my mother?!

Late for rounds again?

My engine caught on fire.

You don't own a car.

Craig doesn't know that.

Hold this for me, will you?

I'm not your valet.

Charts, I need charts.

Late for rounds again?

I've 10 minutes to check on 20 patients before rounds.

If I'm not up on every case, Craig will have my butt in a sling.

Ehrlich, you have pyjamas on!

So?

They have feet!

Right.

Better go change. Excuse me!

BUZZER

Oh, I'm coming, Mrs Hufnagel. Again!

Yeah, I just need something short to read.

"Jokes For The John". OK. Thank you.

What is it this time?

I didn't know this thing had an ejection button.

All I wanted to do was sit up.

The beds in this hospital don't work any better than the elevators.

Don't believe me, Papandrao?

See, Cretan?

I beg your pardon?

Oh, your people are from the Isle of Crete, aren't they?

I grew up in Fall River. Why?

Ah, you Greeks are sure a distrustful lot.

Cradle of democracy, my eye.

Don't tell me that Onassis

wasn't trying to make a run for the White House by marrying Jackie.

Oh, stop blathering, Mrs Hufnagel, you're sounding paranoid again.

Ah!

There. You can do the rest.

Hey! Papandrao?

What?

Thanks.

You... are very welcome.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Good morning.

I'm not leaving.

Andrea, I thought by now...

I told you yesterday, I can't go out there.

You're behaving like a child.

Please don't start!

I'm tired.

Spending the night on the exam table was very uncomfortable.

There's no reason for you to stay in this hospital.

Who says I need a reason?

According to Dr Caldwell, after years of failure,

the operation is a great success.

When he took the bandages off yesterday,

he said there was no sign of the tumours coming back.

Oh, your face looks lovely, Andrea.

Oh, excuse me. Ladies, I think you're in the wrong room.

I'm scheduled to see a patient in here.

The nurse at the desk is aware of the situation. We have Dr Caldwell's OK.

For what?

For my daughter and me to stay in here as long as we want.

Oh, I see.

Sorry to bother you.

Darling, we simply have...

I don't mean to hurt you, Mother.

There was a side of the disease that made me special.

It gave me an excuse not to participate in life.

Now I look normal.

I don't know what people do.

I'll help you.

No, don't you see?

You can't help me any more.

I'll be right back with the discharge papers, Shirley.

Okey-dokey.

You're fine.

OK, Toots, let's give the surgeon

one last gander at his intricate suturing.

Take my word, the scar is right where you left it.

I'm the medico here, OK?

So let's undo Mr Bow,

pull the gown back and take a peek.

Your hands are cold!

Yes, but my smile is warm.

And the traverse stops here.

Easy!

I know it's not the cleanest appendectomy of the New Year,

but considering the incredible pressure I was under.

You, a demented killer, we almost dated once.

I've great difficulty excising a vestigial organ

knowing that right around the bend sits a cervical os.

Citizen Kane's dying thought wasn't a fond remembrance

of a childhood sled, OK?

I don't mind the scar. Besides, I'm not planning on

logging any bikini time for a while.

Surely, they won't send you to prison, will they, Shirley?

Eventually. Until then, I've got to find a job.

OK, embroider pillows.

It's a growing cottage industry, you're home alone, no-one gets hurt.

My lawyer scheduled a meeting with Auschlander

trying to get me reinstated in Emergency.

If you need a character reference, let me know.

I have always been in your corner.

I know your heart's in the right place. So was Peter White's.

Ooh, I gotta go.

Because if it wasn't, I'd have had to pull the trigger a third time

and blast a hole through his skull.

I gotta go. I'll talk to you.

I was uncomfortable.

I needed to elevate my thighs.

This is a bed, not a crane!

Good morning, Mrs Hufnagel, we're looking well.

Chandler?

Ehrlich.

Well, I puke,

I can't breathe and my chest feels like Buddy Richard's snare drum.

Other than that, I can't complain.

Typical post-op irritations, I assure you.

Somehow, your assuring me isn't very reassuring.

Always a wit, aren't we?

Your EKG showed high peak T waves and your last serum electrolytes

indicated elevated potassium, so we'd better recheck it.

Do us a favour, will you?

Don't play with the bed.

Will one of you dolls get me a 20 gauge needle?

Sure.

Thanks.

Hold on there, horse face, you're not jabbing me again.

Rounds started two minutes ago. Roll up your sleeve.

You're all plotting against me.

Calm down, please. You think it's fun for me

to be stabbing you with needles?

Hey, I've seen you before.

Sure. In the diner.

You always wore purple and you never left a tip,

and you used to bad-mouth the eats even before you tasted them.

Let's try a little reality here, Mrs Hufnagel.

If your potassium is too high, it might cause cardiac arrhythmias.

Ah, all part of a scheme, isn't it?

Rotten drugs dripping in me day and night. The food.

Hey!

That's what's causing all the bubbles in my head!

Look, you're on a special diet, OK?

It's important to eat what we've prescribed.

I'm telling you

that I've got bubbles in my head.

Like Lawrence Welk.

All right, you don't want the test, that's fine.

I don't have time to shilly-shally around with you.

When you're ready for expert post-op care, call my answering service.

I don't know what I'm going to do.

Personally, I don't know what you see in her.

She's kind of cute.

Are we talking the call of the wild here? Who is this little sweetie?

He's got the heat for Rosenthal's daughter.

Who's got Finnegan's chart? >

I do, sir, me, I'm ready. Fire away, let her rip.

'Dr Craig, Dr Mark Craig, OR two.'

Oh, all right. Right, rounds are over. You lucked out, Ehrlich.

I've never been good at breaking the ice with women, anyway.

The best way to break the ice is to melt it.

This girl sounds like she has a great appetite. You should satisfy her hunger.

Never mind.

I'm talking about dinner. Impress her over a meal.

Take her somewhere they know you,

you get the best table, tip-top service.

My mother's?!

No, I've just the hideaway. It's a sedate little Polynesian bistro.

The Kahuna Room?

Yeah. The owner is a good friend of mine.

My picture's on the wall. I'm not trying to brag.

So you ask for Hong and make sure you mention my name.

Is there a dress code?

Sarong, Elliot. See you later.

No, no dress code. Come here.

I must tell you, the thought of a murderess,

however provoked, being employed at St Eligius, sickens me.

Innocent till proven, Dr Auschlander.

Remember, the court allowed Peter White

to work here prior to his hearing.

A woefully misguided exercise of civil liberties.

Dr Auschlander, I want to play by the house rules.

Avoid the courts.

Meaning?

Evaluate Shirley's mental competence.

Run psychological and physiological tests.

If she's judged sane, she's back on staff.

No deal.

Don't force my hand, Doctor, I'm not being philanthropic.

The more competent she appears, returning to her old job,

the stronger my defence will be when she comes to trial.

I've talked to the head of nursing.

They're not going to aid or abet either side in this issue.

It's certainly unethical and probably immoral. Yes?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Excuse me.

What's it, Morrison?

Dr Ehrlich told me you were meeting to reinstate Shirley Daniels.

I'd like to be involved in the testing.

I'll do the EEG and the CAT scan.

Nurse Daniels is your friend, Dr Morrison,

don't you think your opinion is somewhat biased?

No, you don't understand,

I'm hoping the evaluation will prove that Shirley is insane.

Mrs Hufnagel's buzzing again.

Let her wait. 10th buzz this morning.

PHONE RINGS

Third floor.

Ah, Vanette, I see you've decided to live another day.

Either you give me an accurate patient count >

or I'm coming up there and we settle this with our fists. >

Anything for a laugh, huh, Miss Hufnagel?

Miss Hufnagel.

Miss Hufnagel?

Damn!

Code blue, 3312.

Well, no-one can say we didn't try.

We performed CPR for 40 minutes.

This is all my fault.

I ignored her buzzer.

She's God's problem now.

What makes you think she's going up?

Old bird.

The bigots of the world are gonna miss her.

Bob. What's going and in exam room B? I tried to use it an hour ago

and the floor nurse tells me your patient spent the night in it.

My NF patient.

She's in the middle of a post-op crisis.

Call bed control, have her admitted.

If I get her out of the room, I don't need to admit her.

I don't understand, what are you waiting for?

For her to make up her mind she's ready.

I don't see how you're helping her towards a decision if you're out here.

Stop thinking this will take care of itself.

We have limited space for exams and we need the room.

OK.

Hi.

Bob tells me you sold your house yesterday.

Just called Lizzie at school to tell her about it.

How did she take it?

Excuse me, Dr Craig. We lost one of your patients. Florence Hufnagel.

Where is she?

In here. On her way to the morgue.

What happened?

Cardiac arrest.

Why haven't her test results been charted?

We have ward clerks up the wazoo, but you can't get a simple blood test

back from the lab before high noon!

Well, the doctors didn't seem to know what caused the heart attack.

Though my guess is, it was brought on by the bed.

The bed, what bed?

Mrs Hufnagel was found, well, she'd been swallowed up by the bed.

(LAUGHS)

I don't think it's so damn funny!

I'm not laughing, I'm really not, it's tragic!

Wait until the hospital gets slapped with a lawsuit for shoddy equipment!

Send the death certificate to my office, and find the family.

OK, I'll start dredging the river.

We struggle to find a cure for cancer, but what's the cure for a bed?

I'm not laughing. Excuse me, water.

This case has been manhandled from the start, Donald.

I'm aware of that. Eight different doctors, no continuity of care.

No awareness of the overall clinical picture.

I've made it clear that I'm angry and I'm tightening up procedures.

You can let it rest at that, but this woman was murdered,

same as if she'd been knifed in an alley.

Yeah, yeah, I agree with you.

We'll have to find out who's culpable.

I intend to see to it that the guilty parties pay.

To tell you the truth, Mom, I wasn't overjoyed

with the idea of you being pregnant.

I'm sorry it turned out the way it did,

but that's no reason to cancel marrying Richard.

I still want him to live with us. But since I'm not having a baby,

there's no point in getting married.

You've never needed a reason before.

Thanks for lunch, Marcy, I'll see you at home.

OK.

Body's over there.

Mm-hm.

Hi.

Hi!

I'm Marcy Eisenberg.

Nurse Rosenthal's daughter.

Remember we met in the cafeteria once? Sort of.

I don't know the reason why you're in the morgue,

but it couldn't be very pleasant, so I'll see you later.

No, actually, I came here to see you.

Mom said you'd be here.

Thanks, this is just what I needed. Thanks a lot.

You're welcome.

Is there a medical problem?

No. I think you're cute.

Really?!

Uh-huh.

Does this mean if asked you out, you wouldn't laugh in my face?

Yeah.

OK. OK. Are you planning to be hungry some time?

For dinner, I mean?

Probably tonight.

We could go out. You and I. Alone. Together.

To a restaurant!

Listen, I've got a better idea.

Why don't we order up Chinese at your place and eat in bed?

Yeah! I mean, no! No.

Oh, face facts, Axelrod, 90% of dating only postpones

what two people really want.

I'm not that kind of guy, Marcy.

Old school, huh?

No. I just, I would like our date to lead to

maybe a long-term meaningful relationship.

You know, if we hop in bed together, right away, what's the surprise?

Well, if that's the way you want it, sure.

But, think of me as a vampire because eventually,

I'll drain your of all your body fluids.

Pick you up at eight?

Make it 7:30.

Give us a little extra time later. What should I wear?

A sarong.

OK.

See you later.

See you.

Hiya. Would you like to take a little walk?

No, thanks.

Hey, look at me.

No.

Andrea, I don't understand. You have everything you ever wanted.

You can't expect me to walk out there

as if I've been a regular person all these years.

You didn't go through the ordeal of surgery

to spend the rest of your life cooped up in some dumb room.

I was concerned about my health like anyone else.

Surgery corrected the bone disease and glaucoma...

I'm tired of this.

Time to get you out in the real world.

You can't force me to leave here.

Sure I can.

No!

No!

Come on, I'll buy you dinner.

Watch it, will you?

Yeah.

Come on, Andrea.

You remember how.

Left foot. Right foot.

Left foot.

Right.

Yeah.

Yeah. Just like that.

No problem.

Hey.

How you doing?

If Mr Lamb had taken my advice and stopped smoking 10 years ago,

he might not have developed cardiovascular disease. Stitch.

Hold off on that suction a minute.

Ehrlich, I didn't see any notes on Mrs Hufnagel's chart this morning.

She was delusional and abusive and...

And dead.

What? She died?!

With a snarl on her face, I'm told. Crushed by her ventilator clam.

Hufnagel in the half shell.

I don't want to hear any more jokes about this woman.

I'm having an autopsy performed and if I find you're responsible...

Me? I wasn't anywhere near the old... sweetheart.

Precisely. It's possible that if you'd rechecked her electrolytes,

you might have discovered her potassium level was dangerously high.

Instead, you chose to walk away.

Honestly, Dr Craig, I tried.

I couldn't get close. She was delirious and hyper.

It's your job to cut through a patient's anxiety and agitation.

She accused me of not leaving tips!

BP's 90 over 60. I'm adding another unit.

I haven't crossed you off my list of suspects either, Kochar.

What were you doing the day Indira Gandhi was shot?

Mrs Hufnagel left the OR in stable condition.

You could have maintained better control of her mean arterial pressure

and the Vaso Press you gave her was too little, too late.

You two better have your alibis straight

for the mortality conference because somebody's head is going to roll.

Clamp.

The CAT scan shows no evidence of brain lesions.

The first step in proving to everyone that I'm sane.

That disappoints you, doesn't it?

Let's see if the EEG is within normal limits.

Answer me, Jack!

If you get your way, you're going to go to prison.

I'd rather see you declared insane and free.

Who's free?

For you to survive in prison, you'd have to become like a criminal

and I don't want to see that happen.

Besides, you'd lose all that time.

Time imprisons everybody.

But I'll make good use of the time in my cell,

in isolation.

Why the sudden concern for my welfare?

Why didn't I hear a word from you

after I was arrested? Two months, Jack.

I couldn't get in touch.

You couldn't face the truth.

You convinced Peter to lie for me

at his entrapment hearing and they convicted him.

He felt betrayed and started attacking women.

Which made me angry, so I killed him.

But you really killed him and he was your best friend.

Now, that's insane.

Really?

And that's what you want to hear.

Up on the roof that night, I was totally unglued.

I admit it.

Anything could have happened.

But I chose life, Jack.

For both of us.

I made a mistake.

I should have splattered you all over the sidewalk.

Start the damn test.

Let me get this straight. You've never been married?

Right.

You've never even lived with a girl?

Never for more than a couple of weeks.

What's the matter with you?

Right girl never come along?

No, she came. She went.

I'm just not very good at commitment.

I got clams.

Stop!

I'm serious!

Mind if I crash the party?

Not at all. Wayne Fiscus, this is Andrea Fordham.

Pleased to meet you.

Got one for you.

You're the manager of a Broadway playhouse.

A giraffe runs into the theatre during the matinee.

The audience panics. How do get the giraffe out of the theatre?

Got me.

You can't if it's in its blood.

The woman obviously has a sense of humour.

Something he had removed shortly after arriving in Boston.

Be careful what you say about Dr Caldwell. He's my friend. Aren't you?

You bet.

BEEPER

That's me. I'll see who it is.

I'll come with you.

Don't rush off. He always comes back for his milk.

I just had the most amazing experience in ER.

A guy came in with chronic hiccups

and I cured him with an eight-inch hypodermic needle.

Where did you stick it?

Never give him the shot, I just showed him the needle.

I always got results with an old paper bag. I put it over my head.

I did the same thing with surgical gloves,

except everyone got tired of that routine.

Fine. Tell Dr Sutcliffe I'll call him later.

Thanks.

You felt in your mind that Dr White was dangerous.

I knew he was slime, Dr Weiss.

I treated some of the women attacked, friends of mine.

One committed suicide.

Another had a nervous breakdown.

So you had to stop Dr White

from victimising other women at St Eligius?

After slipped through a loophole and was acquitted,

he was above the law.

Did you feel personally threatened by Dr White?

No way.

I can take care of myself.

But all the women here at St Eligius were terrified.

Hospitals have to be safe places,

like churches, or home base when you played tag.

Do you believe that what you did was wrong?

Peter was a rapist.

Rapists are scum.

A half notch above child molesters.

Given the opportunity, you would shoot a child molester?

No, not me. I wouldn't let anyone bring me to that point again.

But if someone else wanted to hang a child molester, more power to them.

All right. There are some mental and motor function tests

I need you to perform for me.

Take your thumb and forefinger like this and let me see how quickly

you can tap them together.

Good.

Let me see how quickly you can stick your tongue

in and out of your mouth.

All right.

Subtract 7 from the number 100 repeatedly.

93, 86, 79, 72,

65, 58... Is that enough?

Plenty.

Can you think of one thing that apples and oranges have in common?

Yeah, they both taste lousy in Boston this time of year.

All right.

I'd like you to answer yes or no to the following statements.

No.

No.

No.

I wish I could be as happy as others seem to be.

Yes.

All right. That's it.

Can you stick out your tongue and touch your nose?

Come on, Doc, give it a try.

Got you!

Yes, you did.

There is nothing wrong with the young lady, Dr Auschlander.

You have nothing to be afraid of. She can return to work.

Did you inquire about the ski mask gift?

She denied having anything to do with it.

You believed her?

I did.

Simon, I'm still not convinced.

It's too soon to have Shirley return to the emergency room.

Very tough, very hard.

She sure was.

No, the tongue.

I hate to admit it, but I honestly couldn't care less

that Mrs Hufnagel died.

There's a frothy haemorrhagic fluid in the lungs.

First time I ever felt this way about a patient, too.

The lower lobes are soggy.

Hello, Dr Craig.

What can you tell me?

The closure of the heart held up beautifully.

Of course it held up.

So far, I've got a massive pulmonary oedema

without chronic congestive changes. It looks acute.

Here's what must have happened.

Ruptured papillary muscle right along the incision line. See it?

I'm not blind.

The muscle must have held together for a while,

but when it finally ruptured, she went into CHF and died.

There's only one thing wrong with that assessment.

I never went near the papillary muscle.

No, sir, I think you did.

I seem to remember Ehrlich whining and you nicked...

Dr Wade, what we're seeing here is a pre-existing defect.

The cardiac cath just didn't pick it up, that's all.

Well, maybe I'm confusing two different patients.

Damn right you are.

We'll just say congestive heart failure and leave it at that.

There'll be more information in my surgical notes.

I dictated them immediately after the operation.

She obviously had a lot of things wrong with her.

That's beside the point.

If there was a screw-up during the resection,

it's because Ehrlich distracted me from keeping my eye on you.

My notes will clear that up.

This is taking for ever.

Excuse me!

I'm sorry. Here I am trying to make a good impression.

I can't even get us a table.

Why don't we forget about dinner and go to your place?

I wanted more for us than a few cheap thrills.

What's wrong with a few cheap thrills?

Let me see about our table again. Stay right here.

Excuse me? We've been waiting here for over an hour.

Name?

Axelrod MD, remember?

Everyone doctor at dinner time.

We had reservations.

Friends of Victor Ehrlich.

Who?!

Victor Ehrlich. Health spot, WYN TV.

You have his picture hanging up here somewhere.

Victor Ehrlich? Victor Ehrlich?

Yeah, yeah. Off air, made fool of self.

Ancient history.

Oh, welcome, darling!

Tatupu show you to your seat right away.

Enjoy fire dance, darling!

Look, Hong. Will this speed things up a little bit?

Hong see what he can do.

Excuse me, what about this empty table right here?

No, that very special table.

Permanently reserved for Jack Ward.

Well, I could make an exception.

Right this way, sir.

'February 26th, 1985.

'Florence Hufnagel, 63-year-old white female.

'Right coronary bypass and resection...

TAPE FAST-FORWARDS

'Purse-string sutures were placed in the aorta and right atrium.

TAPE FAST-FORWARDS

'Aneurysm. Coronary artery was isolated...

TAPE FAST-FORWARDS

'Saphenous vein graft was pro fused with cardioplegic solution...

TAPE FAST-FORWARDS

'Detected small surgical nick on the mitral papillary muscle

'which was repaired with...

'..Surgical nick

'on the mitral papillary muscle which was repaired with...'

BUZZER

Not now.

'Small surgical nick on the mitral papillary muscle...'

How's the spicy poi?

Mm!

It burns a little, but I like it.

Anyone ever tell you you've got beautiful thumbs?

No.

You can tell a lot about a man from his hands.

Yours are so... big.

You want?

I love fish.

Especially anchovies.

Let's go to my place.

RAPID DRUMBEAT

Show time, show time, darling. Back to table.

Yee-ha!

Hello, hello! Direct from the main room of the casino

on the island of Guam.

Please give big Kahuna Room aloha

to Sammy Sang and the Flickering Flame dancers.

Yee-ha!

Hey!

Get the extinguisher.

Elliot!

Get the extinguisher. Marcy, get an ambulance!

Relax. You're going to be OK. I'm a doctor.

'Dr Susan Simons to Paediatrics. Dr Susan Simons to Paediatrics.'

Mr Hong. You are one lucky fellow.

Just a couple of first and second degree burns.

You'll be good as new in no time.

Now, take one of these every six hours.

It will help ease the pain and I'll see you at the end of the week.

No.

I'll see you in court, brother.

I am going to sue your butt from here to Samoa.

Wait a second. Why? I probably saved your life,

not to mention your sleazy restaurant.

Life and restaurant insured.

Aquarium not insured.

I can't believe you're going to drag me in front of a judge

over a lousy fish tank.

Not tank. Very rare Japanese koi.

Good investment. Excellent tax shelter.

Those suckers spawn like crazy. Hong is out about 20,000 big ones.

I hope you have a good lawyer, brother.

Hong. Hong!

I saved your life!

Dinner was ruined. Life is terrible.

But we still got each other.

OK, Marcy. Let's go.

I ordered Chinese. I thought we could like eat it in my bed like you said.

Over my dead body.

Mom, I'll handle this. OK?

I'll wait for you in the car.

Listen, Elliot.

I was attracted to you because I thought you were goofy and klutzy

and you wouldn't say no to me.

But when that guy caught on fire tonight I saw a quick-thinking,

capable, caring doctor,

and I was attracted to you more than ever.

Listen, we can skip the Chinese food and get right to it.

I don't think I could wait, anyway.

Elliot, you don't understand.

Now I really like you as a person, not as a quickie.

I think we should take our time and not jeopardise our relationship

by just jumping into bed.

You do?

Sarong, Elliot. Call me?

Sure.

What's the matter, Elliot?

Just colour me blue.

Shirley. Found you.

Hi, Iris. My shift's about to start.

I was under the impression Dr Auschlander put your return to ER on hold.

Oh, he changed his mind.

Really? He seemed so definite yesterday.

According to the experts, I'm playing with a full deck.

That's wonderful. This means you're going

to walk out of that courtroom a free woman.

Now, on the stand I want you to tell how Peter tried to rape you.

That you killed him in self-defence.

You're suggesting I perjure myself?

Not in so many words.

You said he tried to kiss you.

I went there to kill him.

I'm not going to manipulate the system like did.

Honey, you're looking at five years.

Maybe less. I got to get going.

I'll drop by the ER later to see how you're doing.

You don't have to, Iris.

It's no problem.

Yes, it is.

Why?

Because you're fired.

Oh, bye, Iris.

What's the name of that Agatha Christie book?

Huh?

The one on the train where everybody's guilty of this murder.

I don't know.

Anyway, that's how I'm feeling.

All the suspects gathering in one room.

Dr Craig...

Not now, Ehrlich. It's time for the mortality conference.

That's what I want to talk to you about.

I overlooked Mrs Hufnagel's symptoms.

Every doctor makes a mistake at one time in their careers.

She kept talking about air bubbles in her head.

She wasn't ranting. She was trying to describe

an AV malformation or maybe a brain tumour.

The woman underwent a very complex procedure.

She was advised of the risks.

Excuse us.

Dr Craig, I remember where I was the day Indira Gandhi was shot.

Book a passage to India, will you, Kochar?

No, it's my fault.

I know I'm kind of a lousy doctor sometimes and a wussy human being

and I'm ready to take full responsibility for her death.

Although I'm hoping you won't kick me out of the residency programme

I'm willing to accept any disciplinary action you may decide upon.

Yes, well, thank you for your honesty.

OK.

All right, let's get started, please.

First case, Dr Chandler.

Ziganski, Geoffrey, 32-year-old executive white male.

Cause of death was an intracerebral haemorrhage.

He collapsed while he was in a screening room Friday night

between 8 and 10pm.

You can sit and wait for a doctor but trust me, all he's going to do is put some ice onit.

I'll wait.

Then please have a seat in the waiting room.

Isn't it great America works this way?

One day, you're persona non grata, the next day you're grata.

It's so good to have you here, I can't tell you.

Yeah, why not?

Are you a doctor? Can you take care of me?

Listen, Mr Falletta, I'll call your name when a doctor's available.

Sure is nice having you back in the cockpit.

Fasten your seat belts. It's going to be a bumpy night.

And a craniotomy was performed

to reduce the increased intracranial pressure.

Dr Chandler, did the patient have a history

of cerebral vascular disease?

Yes, he had an aneurysm that ruptured

and caused a massive intracranial haemorrhage.

Any other questions?

Next case.

Hufnagel, Florence M.

I want you ladies and gentlemen to know

that we're going to take a long, hard look at this case.

63-year-old white female. Expired postoperatively

of congestive heart failure, secondary to...

I'll take this one.

The care this woman received

was disgraceful

and sub-professional.

Sure you can blame that on her unhealthy lifestyle,

her paranoia, her negativity,

on her almost innate talent to seize upon our personal lives

and expose our vulnerabilities,

but actually,

it was the system that broke down, completely.

The medical profession has been getting a lot

of criticism these days, but there's nothing wrong with medicine,

it's just the people who are in it.

And I mean those doctors who don't give their very best.

I know I yell at you all. I say rude things. I goad.

But it's the only way I know to challenge you to achieve.

After all, you're the next generation.

As a teacher as well as a doctor, use me as a yardstick

for excellence, perfection.

Which is why I have to tell you now that Mrs Hufnagel's death

was a direct result of a surgical error.

A small nick in the mitral papillary muscle

which gradually ruptured during the post-op period.

Those chest pains, Dr Ehrlich, the shortness of breath, the nausea,

are not just routine post-op complaints,

they're symptoms of mitral regurgitation.

The ruptured papillary muscle lead to acute mitral insufficiency

and congestive heart failure.

In other words, I'm responsible for Mrs Hufnagel's death.

My father always said,

"One life,"

"one day in that life,"

"is as precious as any other."

We lose patients for a lot of reasons that we can't control,

but when we lose a patient because of our own ineptitude,

it's unforgivable.

I apologise to you all.

I made a mistake.

I'm sorry.

We'll proceed to the next case.

Dr Cavanero?

Wake up, Wayne.

The weirdest thing just happened. I told Shirley I was going to go

to Nantucket and I'd stop in to see her sister.

Her sister doesn't live in Nantucket.

That's what's weird. In the bar, I swear she said

she stopped there to see her sister.

What's that?

Got a headache.

Well, let's get back to it.

We got all kinds of people who need a lot more help than you do, Mr Falletta.

I've been waiting here for 30 minutes.

St Eligius, Emergency.

Don't turn your back on me.

St Eligius, Emergency.

I'm Dr Fiscus. What's the matter?

All I get from her's the run-around.

Wait your turn!

Go to hell.

Why don't you do us all a favour and wait?

What did you say?

I didn't say anything.

Say it, Peter, that you raped them.

Sure.

Shirley, don't.

Just like old times, huh, Jack?

You're a wimp! Always were. Till now.

Shirley?

Please don't.

Can't anyone around here take a joke?