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We got a full-term BOA infant.

Avgar's 8 and 10 colors good.

Hustle him up to the nursery.

How's tricks, Victor?

Dr. Turner, you're back.

Very perceptive.

You mean you're back for good.

Yep.

Mom here needs a CBC and a small tear repaired in the birth canal.

Keep an IV running tight for two units.

She fell over while we were waiting for our luggage in Logan.

Move it.

Does Chandler know you left Mississippi?

I'm'a suprise her.

Where are my suitcase and my purse?

I can use that.

Now, let me get this straight.

If I get a run in the same suit, then I'm on my way.

That's the ticket.

This will have to be the last hand, Ms. Grassman, because I'm due on the road.

I thought you were an orderly.

Oh, I'm a hyphenate.

Today, a good-looking orderly.

Tonight and tomorrow, just a handsome paramedic in training.

Well, you'll never make a living playing cards.

As my late husband, Jacob, used to say...

Gin.

So, a penny a point, you owe me $500.

Tomorrow, double or nothing.

I may not be here tomorrow.

Don't worry, Miss G.

According to my research, 98.6% of all female patients between the ages of 62 and

80 come out of a simultaneous mitra-aortic valve replacement, singing and dancing.

Oh, you really know your medicine.

I just made the numbers up.

Forget the doctors.

You make me feel better, Moopa.

Well, I gotta run now, but I'll be back to visit you before Dr. Craig takes a crack at your chest.

Please do.

No, you'll bring me luck?

Yeah, and a condition.

Hi, cutie.

You had a big day ahead of you.

Okay, I'm finished.

You should be more careful, Mark.

Yeah, yeah, one leg at a time.

Doesn't look straight to me.

Then wear another pair.

Not on Tuesdays.

I gotta finish getting Barbara's stuff ready.

You wanna go out to dinner tonight?

I'm already defrosting the duck.

Lame, Ellen.

No, actually, it's peaking.

Oh, he's here, Mark.

Oh, for crying out loud.

The kid's going to Clinton, not to boot camp.

Well, six weeks, Mark.

Now, we promised the Galeckis they could have the baby for a while.

After all, they're Barbara's grandparents, too.

Yeah, yeah.

Come on, help me down with this stuff.

No.

I've got to get ready for work.

Well, at least come down and say hello.

Hello, Mrs.

Craig.

Hello, Mr. Galecki.

I don't think I can...

Goodbye, Barbara.

Phil!

Yeah, over here.

Where?

Here.

Where?

Keep coming.

Oh.

Phil, you gotta come upstairs.

I'm too busy trying to correlate all this data.

Craig asked me to help him write a paper pajama.

He did?

Why didn't he ask me?

Maybe because you peeked at his wife's privates.

Anyway, we're submitting our findings tomorrow.

None of that matters.

She's back.

Of course it matters.

Being published to help me to get my fellowship.

Who's back?

Roxanne.

Impossible.

Phil, come on.

You think I could really be so cruel?

Roxanne Turner, in the flesh, OBGYN.

Look, pal, I don't want to worm in on your research project,

but if there's anything I could do at all to help, just whistle.

You were that desperate to get back in Craig's good graces, huh?

No, I'm deeply interested in the subject matter.

Whatever the hell it is.

Roxanne's upstairs.

I knew reality would finally sink in, yes.

No sycomial infections, yuck.

Uh, the next order of business.

Whitney Taft, an esteemed member of our board of trustees, died suddenly two

months ago after enjoying a repast in his wife's boudoir.

We all know the details, Daniel.

What'll he leave us?

Oh, boy.

It's the early bird.

It's the early bird who gets the Danish, right?

You guys really power them down.

Mr. Taft has designated St. Eligius to be the recipient of the deed to a building he owned at 3156 Beale Street.

The man owns six co-ops on Beacon Hill, and we get a toilet in the slums.

The old skinflint.

I'm gonna miss the man.

Why?

You were his GP for 20 years.

He never paid you a cent.

Oh, this is not the time, Daniel.

You all right?

Uh, just squeezing from the chemotherapy.

What are we going to do with the building?

I'm headed over to inspect the property.

It's supposed to be a city landmark from the Civil War era.

Excuse me, Donald, if you would, take over.

Look, if this building is a fire trap, let's tear it down.

We don't need another headache.

Mark, what about the people who are living there now?

Where are they supposed to go?

Sling your hash in another direction, will you?

What do you mean?

Your community service program.

The intention was good, but the execution stinks.

Residents are out on the street being robbed, blown up, and this latest fiasco,

Morrison came back here looking like an anchovy pizza.

Fair tig, Donald.

Fair tig?

Enough.

Mark, I'm perfectly well aware of the fact that my program's failed, alright?

Now look, I had to call Jack's parents to tell them what happened.

I had to put that boy on the plane back to Seattle.

So don't tell me I don't feel the responsibility.

Which is why I move to postpone any further assignments indefinitely.

I mean, I'm finished sacrificing residents so that you can feel like Mother Teresa.

Well, if I didn't say it, no one would.

So you two are still in steady things, huh?

Yeah, I'm not sure.

I haven't seen her in 103 days, 16 hours, and 12 minutes.

But who's counting?

Oh, Roxanne.

Hey there, stranger.

I love your hair.

You look high-toned, girl.

At least that's what they say in Blue Creek.

Mail for Dr. Turner.

I'm sorry things didn't work out.

Oh, they did.

I found the town another doctor.

He's a good man.

He's young and strong.

He cares about the people, and he doesn't mind that snails pace that was driving me crazy.

Thank you.

Blue Creek does not have the ballet, or Steve's ice cream, or Phillip Chandler.

I was an insensitive jerk.

She wanted to go home to help her people, and I accused her of doing it because she

felt guilty for walking out of the backwoods in the first place.

I came down hard on Chandler for saying so, and not because I didn't have a right, but I was too hard.

Instead of talking things over, they stormed out.

Since she left, I've been through a lot.

I guess there's nothing like a pipe bomb to make you realize how fragile people are.

I just want to tell Roxanne I'm sorry.

I want to start all over again.

I'm ready to give us another try.

I spent a lot of nights looking up at the stars, thinking, I must have apologized to

Phillip Chandler over a thousand times in my mind.

Do you have any idea where he is?

Hey, look at these.

Downstairs.

I'll go with you.

I'm a sucker for reunions.

Roxanne loves Johnny jump-ups.

Too bad.

Those are footsteps of strength.

No, really?

Well, whatever they are, I'm going to run right upstairs and give them to her.

See ya.

See ya.

Hey, fine weather for stick ball.

Good day.

Hey, open this door.

Hello?

Hello?

What's going on here?

Holy.

Moses.

Anniversary of violence resulting from the busing of students here.

You do the honors, B.

I gotta make a phone call.

23-year-old Deborah Eddings.

How long has she been in labor?

Would you let me finish?

She's not in labor.

She collapsed while walking to the market.

She complained of severe headaches and blurred vision.

BP's through the roof.

210 over 140.

Are you sure?

I know my sphygmo from my elbow, thank you.

Ma'am, are you on any medication?

Something for high blood pressure.

Can't remember the name.

Propranolol?

Clonidine?

Clonidine.

Please stop the pounding in my head.

I will.

I will.

First, we want to get you an examination and get your CAT scan.

Tina, please, come up over here, exam room B.

Let's go.

Good people here.

Don't be afraid.

They'll take care of you.

Come up and run.

What do you want to do, Hawkins?

Hold her hand?

Come on.

What are you doing up here?

You're supposed to be compiling data in the records room.

I just wanted to welcome back Dr. Turner.

Isn't publishing a treat as important to you?

Yes, sir.

Well, if you go see Roxanne, you're going to give her those tiger lilies,

then you're going to give her a kiss, and before you know it, you will have forgotten all about nosocomial infections.

Stop looking for distractions.

We've got a deadline.

I need to see her, Dr. Craig.

You know, me.

Let me tell you a little story.

Skim a week at her pen.

I met Ellen.

Love at first sight.

But the following weekend, it was an inter-varsity boxing tournament.

So, well, you know, I laid low.

You took a dive in the fight?

Of course not, you moron.

I won.

But only because I abstained.

Otherwise, I would have been, you know, weak.

Now get downstairs.

Dr. Craig, any additional help you need in this project?

I'm your boy.

I'm not kidding, Chandler.

No jerking around.

Sir, I've been in the surgical rotation for over a week now.

Yes, and I've had no complaints.

But I haven't done anything.

Exactly.

Um, when do I get back in the OR?

When do I get my hands bloody?

Open your peepers, Erlich.

If you look at the board, you'll see that I've assigned you to assist in Mrs.

Greissman's mitral and aortic valve replacement.

Save me from the big stuff.

True decision.

There's nobody else available.

Dr. Chandler?

Phillip Chandler?

He was here a minute ago.

How can I convince you?

I am Dr. Daniel Auschlander.

Please put that gun down.

My arms are exhausted and my bursitis is flaring up.

Thank you.

Definitely too old to be a cop.

Better dress.

I've told you, I'm chief of services at St. Eligius Hospital.

You run that place?

Yes, and we've been given this building in Mr. Taft's will.

So Taft's dead, and you're the new man.

Who are you?

Okay, here it is.

Same deal as last time.

We don't bother you, and you don't bother us.

I don't understand.

We're the first rock house on the block.

Cocaine?

And you're our new business partner.

Warren, how many orderlies does it take to screw in a light bulb?

I don't know, but did you hear the one about the resident who had his lips stapled shut?

I guess I better stick to elephant jokes.

Hi, Warren.

Hi.

Elliot, what have you got?

A 23-year-old female complaining of severe headaches.

CAT scans showed subarachnoid hemorrhage.

Elliot, I'm not a neurologist.

Me neither.

Speak English?

The woman's pregnant.

Her BP's 210 over 140.

She's determined she's having contractions.

That's bad, right?

Why isn't she on an antihypertensive?

It was.

Clonidine.

Then why wouldn't she take any?

Makes her dizzy.

We need to get her BP.

Damn.

I already started her on a diuretic and methyl dopamine.

That's good, right?

One last thing.

I ran an angiogram.

It turned up a grade one aneurysm.

Damn.

What's that mean?

What?

Warren, do you mind?

I mean, isn't there some work you should be doing?

Fine.

And next time you need a consult, just try and find me.

We need to get her prepped for an emergency C-section.

Wait a second.

You don't think she can handle the stress of labor with medical management?

Not without risking a serious stroke.

Guess I better go tell Mrs. Eddings.

Deborah Eddings?

Yeah, why, you know her?

Yeah, she's a patient of mine.

I treated her before I left.

She came in complaining of an upset stomach.

I told her she was pregnant.

I gotta give her bad news.

Why, thank you, Phil.

What beautiful sun coats.

Oh, I thought they were tiger lilies.

But actually, they're not for you anyway.

Oh, well, Dr. Tanner isn't in anyway.

Ah, you know where she is?

Pray not.

But doesn't she look fabulous?

Well, actually, I haven't seen her yet.

Oh, too bad.

If you want a vase, those are going to wilt.

Yeah, that'd be great.

Mm-hmm.

I'll find one for you in storage, but I've been so busy lately, what with Nurse Papandrao gone.

Oh, really?

Where'd she go?

Reef diving in the Bahamas.

Nice life.

Hmm, sharks, barracudas, moray eels, I'll pass.

That won't bother Lucy.

Professional courtesy.

Ooh.

Dr. Josiah Blunt.

What is it?

Sir, it's just that, I mean, you haven't said anything to me except more suction since Mrs.

Greisman rolled in.

Yes, well, that's because in this operation, you suck.

There you go.

Back to the friendly banter of the good old days.

Ehrlich, I've got other things on my mind, not the least of which is Mrs.

Greisman's frozen valve leaflets.

She's had problems with every phase of this procedure.

Besides, I've gotten used to the peace and quiet while you were out of my OR.

Well, I can appreciate that.

I can appreciate the sounds of silence myself.

But let me just put one foot up in the soapbox and thank you again for inviting me back into the saddle.

More suction.

Hey!

Crying out loud.

Now see what you've done?

What, me, sir?

The woman's chest is still open.

Get her back onto Dakin.

Well, your yakety-yakety slowed me down so much I'm out of step with Dakin.

Luckily, I caught her hand before it touched the wound.

Is she asleep?

All right, watch it next time.

And you too, Ehrlich.

Just keep your mouth shut, hmm?

Free glove.

Are you still upset about me doing a pelvic exam on Mrs. Craig?

Well, I wouldn't be if you didn't keep bringing it up.

Yes, sir.

I don't know why that image of your wife in the stirrups came to mind just now.

Are you going to drop the subject, Ehrlich, or am I going to dropkick you out of this OR?

More suction.

Sucking, sir.

Here's the rent.

Go ahead and pick it up, chief.

$1,500, same as Taft got.

No.

Don't be greedy on me.

I don't want your money.

As good as the next guy's.

What you're doing here is wrong.

So is cheating on your taxes.

Now, let's talk dollars and cents.

See, I lose the franchise unless I move 50 grams of soda a day.

Now, if I fold, you're back to renting the crib to hookers for $300 a month.

Sounds like bad business to me.

To cocaine addicts, nothing matters except getting high.

And if they're lucky, there's withdrawals.

Tremors, hallucinations, screaming.

So you blame the bartender for the alcoholics problem?

Folks are always going to hide inside some habit.

How they handle it is their trip.

I'm a businessman.

I think I'm going to be healed.

What, my life story making you sick, huh?

No, I have...

It's the chemotherapy.

I have cancer.

So did my mama.

That's one thing that really ever... You're frightening.

Cast us one bad habit to OD on.

How much life can you see here holed up in this little box every day?

Hey, the view stinks, but the pay is good.

Besides, man's got uptown waxed his way.

This is my grab for opportunity.

One day when you're old and sick like me, you look back and wonder why you were here, what you gave to the world.

Oh, who cares?

World's giving me squibs.

Why?

I was poor, too.

My people came here from Europe, could speak the language, suffered from prejudice, no jobs.

My father wanted a better life for his family.

He fought hard.

Worked in a sweatshop and saved his money in lard cans, and then

when the Depression wiped him out, he started all over again.

He had dignity, not like you.

Hey, I got dreams, too.

I don't plan on dealing my whole life.

My future's in music.

I don't know what, though, but...

jazz, sax and horn, trading fours, the bass laying it down, the drums backing it up, and everybody's still cool.

You dig music?

Yes.

My tastes run a classic.

Yeah, old stuff.

I got that here, too.

Charlie Parker, Bird, 1953.

Nice.

Take it up.

What's that?

It must be the cops.

Here they come.

Straight up your tie, because you want to walk out of here looking good.

I'm going to flush the stairs.

See you later, chief.

All right, let's go, guys.

Get in, get in.

All right.

I'm going to go to the wall.

All right, take it down to the back.

I'm Dr. Daniel Auschlander.

I'm St. Eligius.

All right, let's go.

Let's see where I'm sitting.

Get your hands up.

Mrs. Eddings over here.

Dr. Turner, thought you were way down there in Mississippi.

Well, I ran back to deliver your baby.

Elliot, notify OR, NICU, and find someone to assist me.

Everyone acts like I'm in trouble or something.

I'll take care of you, Debra.

I know that.

Being pregnant, people treat you so nice.

Giving you a seat on the T, holding doors.

Feel like a real-life Princess.

You better call your husband.

Is he home?

No.

Gone for good this time.

I don't know where.

Then how are you making a living?

I dust, mop, fold laundry for professors in Cambridge.

Hard for busy people to keep their lives in order.

But it's nice coming home to a clean house.

Deborah, Dr. Axelrod tells me you haven't been taking your blood pressure medication.

Makes me sick.

Not taking it's made you sicker.

Have I hurt my baby?

No, no, but in a few minutes we're going to bring you upstairs and do an emergency delivery.

Why?

There's a weak spot and a vessel in your brain.

If I let you go through labor, the vessel could break.

The weak area is very small.

Now after your baby's born, we should be able to treat your condition with medication.

I'd like my baby to live in Cambridge someday.

Not much chance, though.

Would you just bet a lasagne or a roast beef?

Tastes exactly the same here.

Okay, take off a salad.

Eddie, I was wondering, since I'm not going to eat, could I go upstairs and visit a friend of mine?

Girl?

Lady.

I promised her I'd stop by before she went in for open heart.

Yeah, sure, go ahead.

Thanks.

We've been so busy, I mean, I just hope I make it there in time.

She's going to have to wait.

Let's hit the bricks.

Home.

Admission.

Nurse Patty.

Home.

Admission.

Has anybody seen Roxanne?

Yep.

Me too.

You know, I can't understand why she hasn't tried finding me.

Phil, maybe she's not in love with you anymore.

I mean, after all, she was all alone with her ex-husband down there in the land of cotton.

Old times there are not forgotten.

Anything that went on between Roxanne and Andrew is fine, okay?

Yo, those flowers don't smell so good.

Checker lilies.

Oh, these are sun cups.

They're checker lilies.

My grandmother had a big field of them behind her house.

Are you crazy?

Those are footsteps of spring.

Looking a little worse for the wearer, my dad.

I'll tell you what, these are dead.

Yeah?

Well, if this relationship is over, I want to hear it from Roxanne.

I looked in on Deborah Eddings' pre-op.

Said that when the pregnancy test came back positive, you were the one who convinced her not to have an abortion.

She wanted to keep the baby.

She just wanted to make a good mother.

I know how she feels.

I find myself asking the same questions sometimes.

There's no guarantees, but how do you know unless you try?

Jackie, I really need you to help me stay on top of things in there.

It's going to be a real do-si-do between you, me, and the anesthesiologist.

Aren't you giving her a spinal?

Pentothal and nitrous.

But a general is going to depress the baby's metabolism.

If anything goes wrong, we won't be able to resuscitate her.

Well, I can't have mom straining during delivery and risk a subarachnoid hemorrhage.

I'm not saying it isn't high risk, but I'm trying to save two lives here.

I haven't seen the inside of an OR in six months.

The nearest X-ray machine was 125 miles from Blue Creek.

But I'm not going to panic until after I deliver Debra's baby.

I'm the ammo.

Being a star.

Isn't there some way?

I want to watch my baby being born.

I'm sorry, but it's safer this way.

As soon as you wake up, I'll bring your baby to you.

I just want to see my baby.

You will.

Go to sleep.

Dr. Craig, did Mrs. Gradsman come through okay?

What concern is it of yours?

She's a friend of mine.

She deals from the top of the deck.

Well, if you must know, it was touch and go through the whole procedure.

Had trouble getting her off the pump.

Never got her BP back to normal.

Won't know for sure she's okay till morning.

I love Mrs. G.

What are you talking about?

I promised I'd come by before surgery.

Oh, well, I'm sorry.

Next time, I'll rearrange my life to fit your busy schedule.

You can apologize to her later.

Blood stains the roots of the palm trees of Venice.

Bloody red sun, fantastic L.A.

Hi, Victor.

Elliot.

Elliot.

Tell them about your... Your serum hepatitis?

He's just kidding.

So what, you getting on Westphall's good side by supporting the blood drive?

Actually, I didn't have any money for dinner, so I came down for orange juice and a sandwich.

Fiscus got the last one.

Oh.

I came down because I was depressed.

Thought this might cheer me up.

I thought you were terrified of giving blood.

Not as much as I am of Craig.

He asked me back in the O.R., and then he treated me like I didn't exist.

Oh, you should probably stay seated.

Yeah, I'm worried about who's gonna make the cut for next year.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

I've got first-year boards coming up.

Yeah, could be a lot of new faces next fall.

I guess we could assume Boomer's out.

Have you seen him around?

Are you kidding?

Westphall had to escort Jack to the airport.

Now, what happened at the prison?

Eh, reports are sketchy.

Now, Wayne told me they had his face chopped up.

No, that wouldn't turn a guy into a zombie.

It had to be more than his face.

Wow.

I feel kind of bad.

I feel kind of bad that I made all those jokes about him.

It's all right, Elliot.

You said those nasty things in a moment of fraternity to ease Jack's troubled mind.

How are we doing?

Besides, the jokes weren't very good.

Nice.

What?

This.

The duck?

No, the two of us, together.

Used to take it for granted before.

Now I realize.

Tough.

It's hard for me, too, Mark.

But Dr. Weiss says... No, no, no.

The duck.

Or the coat.

Sorry.

Maybe this weekend we'll go out.

Out?

Away.

Or to a concert.

Okay.

Which?

Either.

I'll get tickets.

Larissa and Regis got a divorce.

I thought they were on vacation together.

He's scum.

Yeah, we'll go out.

Friday?

Or Saturday.

I'll get it.

Maybe it's the Galecki's calling.

About time.

Hello?

Yes?

Uh-huh.

I'll be right over.

Patient?

Daniel.

Dead.

Worse.

In jail.

Gotta bail him out.

Don't wait up.

Deborah.

Deborah!

My baby.

Where's my baby?

The nurses are bringing her in.

My daughter?

My daughter?

She's beautiful.

She's 7 pounds and 4 ounces.

She's got long, delicate fingers and a head of hair.

Thank you.

How do you feel?

I wish these headaches would go away.

Your blood pressure's back down to normal, so the pain should clear up in a couple of days.

I'm so sleepy.

Legacy was taking him so long.

Is the Eddings baby on her way?

Roxanne.

How's Deborah doing?

I just looked in on her.

BP's down.

She's a sweet woman.

So, was Thomas Wolfe right about being back home?

That's strange.

All those people who knew me as a child.

When I was singing in the church choir, stealing peaches from Bertram's orchard.

Here I was trying to tell them how to keep care of themselves.

Oh, look!

He's a Logan baby.

Born on a luggage carousel.

Uh, how you doing?

Did they listen to you?

No.

Ah, here's little Miss Eddings.

But what's worse is I stopped trying to be a doctor.

I started acting like everyone's sweet little girl again.

Easy to fall back to old habits.

Yeah.

See you.

Oh, my God, no.

I was only gone a minute.

What happened?

Must have been the aneurysm in her brain.

Vessel finally burst.

Didn't even have time to defib.

Sorry, Dr. Turner.

You were supposed to see a baby.

I don't even know her name.

My belt.

Boy, Daniel, you really take the cake.

Let you out of our eyesight.

You die for five minutes and you end up in the middle of an opium war.

Cocaine, actually.

Did they really think I'd hang myself with this belt?

Fine-tooled Italian leather?

Judge Farnham had to call in a lot of favors to get to DA to drop charges.

Brown calfskin wallet, check the contents.

How could they not believe I was innocent?

Well, for starters, you had $1,500 in marked bills in your possession.

One call, an embroidered handkerchief.

That was the rent money.

Officer.

Tell me honestly, do I look like a drug user to you?

Brought a guy in last week, 85.

Caught him with his nose in the bag and a chippy on each arm.

Said he was going out in style.

Let's get you back to the hospital.

Last item, one pull of the watch.

Run slow.

Have a nice day.

Couldn't reach Catherine.

Thank you for coming down here.

Sorry to disturb you and Ellen.

Yeah, well, we finally got an evening alone together and you ruined it.

At least the building's rid of that.

Drugs pressure.

Yo, chief!

Oh, you feeling better?

Yes.

Hey, I don't know where I'm gonna be yet, but if you're ever in the neighborhood,

stop on by and we'll spend some time together, okay?

Friend of yours, Muggs?

An acquaintance.

Nurse Rosenthal, how's Mrs. Gransman?

Not so good.

Pressure and cardiac output have dropped further.

I guess if she could make it through the night, there's a chance that she'd improve.

Dr. Westphall in his office.

What should I know?

Glory, open the vent.

Open the vent.

Please see the cashier.

So?

So?

How's Roxanne?

Everything I said she was, right?

I gave up trying to find her.

I've been chained to this terminal for hours.

Gee, I hate to burst your bubble, Bubbler.

She must be ditching you.

Not now, Relic.

I gotta have this information in Dr. Craig's office first thing in the morning.

Uh-oh.

You misspelled pleurisy.

Of course, who can blame you?

Excessive testosterone buildup.

It's affecting your spelling.

Whenever my tail fin gets hot, I never get behind the wheel of a car.

Probably why I don't own one.

17 years old, driving Sherry Abernathy home from cheerleading practice.

Crashed my Aunt Teresa's Ford Fairlane.

Of course, it was my fault.

Had my face buried in her sweater.

Sherry Abernathy's, not Aunt Teresa's.

Yeah?

Luther.

Dr. Westphall?

How's the ambulance business?

Busy.

Guess I'm gonna have to soak this shirt a long time.

Blood and newsprint.

Guy was riding his bike home from work on sterile drive and got hit by a newspaper truck.

Ruptured spleen, splashed all over the front page.

Got him stabilized and took him to Bernheim Memorial.

Don't know how he's doing.

Hope he's okay.

Why don't you call and find out?

I don't just mean what's his status.

It's more like if... If we brought him here, I would visit the guy.

But being a paramedic, I mean, I scrape people off the pavement and I plod them down in the ER, never see him again.

Dr. Westphall, that may be fine for some people, but it's just not who I am.

Yeah, well, Luther, you see, sometimes we forget what we're supposed to be doing

here is taking care of people, trying to take the pain out of them.

When I started this community service program, I thought I was right, and I still think I am.

But sometimes it doesn't work out that way, you know?

But we have to keep on trying.

Dr. Westphall, you ever heard of a physician's assistant?

Yes.

I kind of like the idea of helping out on rounds, checking up on patients.

I know I could be good at that.

I've been around this hospital since I was a kid, and I know how it's run.

And I could be closer to people.

Luther, I know you'd be a terrific assistant.

But the unfortunate part of it is that it's two years of post-graduate school

after college, so you're talking six years.

Do you understand me?

Oh, I am sure there's a way around that.

No, no, there isn't.

The state can't certify you.

No problem.

I'll get another light bulb for you.

Come in.

Roxanne, have you signed Deborah Edding's death certificate?

I signed this and she's dead.

What?

Not a very pleasant first day back, huh?

I was the first person in Blue Creek Forge to go to college.

Country girl moved to the city and never wanted to go back.

Smug little snot.

But you went back.

First day I was home, I felt out of place.

I thought it would change, but it never did.

When I lost a patient there, I blamed it on the lack of medical care.

I blamed it on the lack of medical sophistication.

Here I am in Boston with no excuses.

I got my old office back.

I got my old apartment back.

Still nothing feels right.

The truth is, I don't have a home.

Yes.

Right there.

My social services.

Checking up on the status of Debra's baby.

She doesn't have a home either.

On my way out.

What do you want?

I heard you were back.

I got the information you wanted on the nosocomial infections.

Oh, good.

Step in here.

I entered the data into the computer, synthesized it, and got the results back.

You didn't even get a chance to look at it.

Good.

Excellent.

Job well done.

Thank you.

I busted my butt.

Putting those findings together.

Yes, well, get used to it.

Because from now on, it's going to be long hours, nights, weekends, but ultimately

worth it when your name is published in JAMA.

Just below mine.

Well, sir, I don't think I understand.

I thought you said I was finished.

You've made a decent start here, but this data just scratches the surface.

Now you really have to buckle down.

What I need is a breakdown of hospital-acquired infections by the ward.

Dr. Craig, everything there is to know about nosocomial infections is in that folder.

Now, is this your way of weaseling out of it so that you have more time to nitpick Dr. Turner's heels?

No, sir, because obviously she's not interested in me.

I mean, she never called me after she left, not a letter, no postcards, nothing.

It's the gender.

Women will break your heart no matter what age.

You get attached to them, you hold them, change their diapers, and then they leave you.

Well, at least she could have told me she didn't love me anymore.

Oh, for heaven's sakes, Chandler.

Climb into a Skinner box.

The behavior speaks for itself.

It's over.

Our relationship?

No.

This conversation.

Come in.

Nice to have you back in one piece.

Cup of Red Zinger?

No, thanks.

Bet you were scared.

I would have been.

Felt like a kid again, Donald.

Guns, coppers bursting in.

Brought back memories of my days in the Pacific under MacArthur.

For that short time, I no longer felt like a dying old man.

Does Catherine know?

I reached her after Mark dropped me off.

I hear the building was pretty badly damaged.

Reparable.

And now I feel an even greater commitment to rejuvenating that

property and putting something back into the neighborhood.

Perhaps housing for our residents.

Got an old duck?

Yeah.

Or maybe a shelter for the homeless?

This place was run by a lad of 17.

He had magnificent eyes, clear intelligence, such a waste.

Well, the last I heard, it's still a felony to sell narcotics, isn't it?

Everywhere this boy turns, he sees the fruits of the great American dream,

and yet he's neither big education nor the skills to share in it.

So his ambition is channeled off to the only Avenue open to him.

No, I don't agree with you, Daniel.

This young man right over there seems to be doing things right.

This young man.

Right over there seems to be doing things right.