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Joanne, it's time to get up.

Hey, I'm leaving for the hospital soon.

Why, you fit the four deuces.

Cruel and unusual punishment.

Escrow's closing on the 19th.

At least we'll be able to celebrate Christmas in a new home.

Buy a huge spruce tree.

Decorate it together.

Drape the fireplace mantel with garland.

Throw a big party.

I made a list of 30-something guests.

Daddy!

Yeah, come on, Pete, it's time for school.

Oh, that reminds me.

Mrs. Engle at the daycare center.

She says she hasn't received a check yet.

You did send it, right?

Joanne, I have promised to get back Caitlin and Christopher.

I won't let you down.

You can't just lie here like this every day. E

ating and sleeping and watching the television.

If you don't get out of bed, I'm going to disconnect your magic fingers.

That's my girl.

I knew you could.

I'll see you tonight.

Peter, you all set?

Yeah!

Well, let's go.

Um, maple syrup, boysenberry, blueberry, guava.

Wow, everything from soup to nuts.

You really turned this place around.

Well, anything would be an improvement over the old cafeteria.

I know.

Before, when I ate here, all I got was gas and an appreciation for airline food.

Good morning.

Daniel, I want to show you something.

After 30 years of being dependent on somebody else to support me, my first paycheck.

Pity the decimal point isn't two places to the right.

Congratulations, Ellen, you should be proud.

And how about this, no hand.

You've gotten rid of the cane, good for you.

Harmony, what's that?

Dynamite.

Construction resumed on the parking structure.

Crews will be detonating all day.

Should be a blast.

Flash.

Now, you can't say you didn't feel it that time.

All I feel are my roots being ripped out of Washington Heights.

My parents are moving to Boca Raton.

They're selling the house I grew up in.

All those memories, sitting on the roof outside the bathroom window, cold linoleum on the kitchen floor.

You guys want a good laugh?

Pull up a chair.

Watching TV in the den, playing with my winky dink.

Have you seen today's paper?

Just the front page.

Hiding in the in the hall linen closet, listening to my mom and dad in their room.

Take a look at this.

Our very own resident poster boy, Boomer.

At 7 O'clock this morning, his BP was 100 over 60, pulse 80, temperature 97.3.

Sorry, Dr. Craig, a patient.

Buttonhole me.

If you can't get here on time, I'll drop you from the artificial heart program.

Continue, Wade.

Mr. Spooner's PVCs and short runs of VTAC are still problematic.

He was started on a third antiarrhythmic.

Despite this man's advanced cardiovascular disease, he's doing well.

Walking the way he did, delivering the mail.

Oh, that was another heart candidate, Mr. Killian.

He was a postman.

Mr. Spooner's a retired general contractor.

To continue, we are on schedule to implant the Craig 9004 days from now.

Of course, for Mr. Spooner, living with an artificial heart heart won't mean a day at

the races or a night at the opera, but he'll be able to enjoy his other

passions, such as reading and... Oh, sir, Mrs. O'Shea was the bookworm.

You know, ever since we attended the Cushing conference, you have had this overinflated sense of your abilities.

I'm only trying to fill you in.

I mean, you weren't really that involved in picking this recipient to begin with.

There was a reason for that, Buster.

When I did Eve Layton's transplant two years ago, I got involved

with a woman's personal life, and I lost my objectivity.

This time, I'm keeping a proper perspective.

I'll take over.

Even if the artificial heart implant succeeds and we get the Nobel,

I'm not sure if it's worth the grief anymore, Assistant Craig.

This is my decision, and I have to do what I think's best.

Hey, Marguerite, turn it off, will you?

Hello, Mr. Spooner.

Mrs. Spooner?

Dr. Craig, my husband... I can speak for myself, Marguerite.

Is something wrong?

Mr. Spooner?

I know you've gone to a lot of trouble.

I've changed my mind.

I don't want the artificial heart.

Dr. Chandler!

No time, Luther.

Vascular, davitalli, federal border, heart surgery, ray mounted emergency,

strategic surgical surgery, psychedelic surgery in the heart, pediatric surgery,

mechanical surgery, surgical surgery su magazinis... Dr. Nevero, we still have a choice.

Dr. I unicorn and do not have a choice.

Doesn't better a change a Isaac.

And Brett Johnston.

I thought he was discharged.

He's back for blood tests to monitor AZT therapy.

After pricking myself with his needle and becoming exposed to the virus,

Dr. Kiem agrees it wouldn't be in his or my best interest for me to treat him.

Hey, I like Brett Johnston.

Mrs. Gertz, spike to fever, time to look at her urine, sputum, and stool.

I can't wait.

Hey, be careful with Brett Johnston.

And more.

Gynecologist, gynecologist, gynecologist, gynecologist, gynecologist, I noticed the inflammation yesterday.

It didn't seem like much at first.

Is this tender?

Yes.

And then this morning I began feeling the discomfort in the shower.

It's almost two years since my mastectomy.

I cannot tell for sure if there is a mass.

Patient, and, of course, a surgeon.

In this class, who did you say was the surgeon that did your breast reconstruction?

Dr. Caldwell.

He was head of plastics then.

Well, you seem to have done an excellent job.

Mm-hmm.

Let's do a mammography.

You know, since my surgery, I've performed regular monthly self-examinations, and I've had annual check-ups.

Lean in, please, Helen.

I always forget how cold these plates are.

We'll only take a moment.

Stay still.

Take a deep breath.

Hold it.

Okay.

If this is another tumor, and I need more radiation, I truly will be glowing.

We spent millions developing this heart.

Heart, reviewed hundreds of medical histories for prospective recipients,

only to end up choosing this man by default.

Why do you suppose he changed his mind?

Next to the obvious?

Good point.

Easy to forget, others don't have the same faith that you and I have in the Craig 9000.

I did my best to convince Mr. Spooner, if you can't persuade him, we'll be forced to start over.

Went into VTAC, had a cardiovert again.

Help my husband.

Have you You started him on additional antiarrhythmics.

Yes, we've tried just about everything.

Still unable to maintain a regular heartbeat.

Mrs. Spooner, your husband's heart won't sustain his life any longer.

I don't want Henry to die.

The only chance he has is going ahead with the implant.

Yes, go ahead.

All right, let's get him to OR.

Have OR 2 prepped and alert Werner in the lab.

Come on, let's move.

You like having a visitor?

Sure.

You know, you're the main item in this morning's buzz, right between the

artificial heart implant and Jack Morrison's picture in the paper.

My prosthesis ruptured, and the silicone is leaking, causing inflammation.

There's also a lump.

Paulette's not able to tell yet whether it's coalesce gel or a malignancy.

We'll know more when we get to OR.

Time for your pre-op goose.

Oh, my good side.

Helen, I didn't know you had a tattoo on your buttock.

It was a birthday present from my first husband, Edgar.

The Union Jack.

Commemorating our courtship in London.

The orderlies will be down soon.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Well, I should let you get some rest.

Ann, are you seeing John Gideon?

We've had dinner a couple of times and talked.

How do you know?

My daughter, Julie, she's a waitress at Durgan Park, and she saw you two together.

Does Mark have any idea?

No.

And when he finds out...

You want me to serve as the hospital spokesperson?

Can't stress enough the importance of favorable publicity, Daniel.

General.

Ecumene has spent millions developing the artificial heart program.

Are there any guidelines for the briefings?

Respect the spooner's privacy, but realize an artificial heart

recipient's average longevity is around 225 days, maybe a year if we get lucky.

And if we do, it had better be one hell of a year in the life for Ecumene.

Oh, what happened to you?

I'm running on a lower GI on Mrs. Gertz.

She threw up her goal lately.

Ugh, you stink.

What's black, white, and red all over?

I'm looking for a job.

Jack, you make a lousy straight man.

And this may also come as a surprise, but you already have a job.

It's not for me, it's for Joanne.

A woman's life is falling apart and you're putting your nose to the grindstone?

Yes.

No.

No.

Oh, which is it?

No.

Yes.

Contradicting yourself.

As usual.

Let's stop, Mr. Spooner, on bypass.

Poor Mr. Spooner just couldn't go another step.

Part collapsed in the bell lap.

Jim Ryan in 67.

Jim Ryan was tripped, you moron, when it was 68.

Clamping the aorta.

Doctor.

I'll begin removing the heart.

Number 10 blade.

Cutting things a little close, aren't you, Werner?

We've practiced this procedure over and over.

I have your timing down to the minute.

That's no excuse for not getting up here as soon as you were called.

He's here.

What's the big... Button it, Ehrlich.

Leader.

Well, cauterize the damn thing.

Cuttery.

I can't do everything in this operation.

Cut.

Emergency report, lying asta complete, home emergency.

Report, perfect.

Told you when I walked in, I'm feeling great.

It's like the AIDS has gone in remission.

No fever, appetite's returned, my energy's way up.

I've been trying to talk Brenton to go on a vacation, go some of the places we've always wanted to see.

Well, we'll check his white count, and if nothing's unusually low, and there's no abnormality, bon voyage.

I can understand you being a little nervous around me and needles.

Somebody go tell Gideon.

I want that blasting stopped.

Yes, doctor.

Ehrlich, track the lung.

I'm removing the heart.

The extent of cardiovascular disease.

Aneurysm in the ventricular wall, paper thin.

All right, let me have the Craig 9000.

Ready to test the pump at 90 beats per minute.

All right, start the compressor.

It sounds louder than usual.

I'd might as well.

What was that pop, Warner?

There's a leak in the ventricular vent.

Must be a faulty seal.

Can you fix the seal?

Uh, I'll try.

Take a while.

Well, never mind.

Get downstairs and bring back the extra 9,000.

Haven't recuffed the Dacron connectors yet.

Why not?

I thought you had these problems worked out.

I do, but sterilization would take hours, and you wanted to go immediately.

Oh, for the love of... There are spare autoclave vents in the lab.

Go get them, and hurry.

I've no other choice than to try to repair the hut myself.

Dr. Chandler.

Press photographers.

Willing to go anywhere for a picture.

What I was going to say earlier... You see this?

Uh-huh.

Have you ever done any research projects before?

Yeah, a couple.

Well, my clinical research project is due in a month.

Yeah, good.

Well, wait a minute.

Luther, have you joined the CBC I ordered?

Well, not yet.

You see, Dr. Chandler... Please, my patient is waiting.

Yes, Dr. Kiem.

Helen?

I've lost her.

Joanne, look, I know the court dates along the way.

I'm sorry, report is covering the spinner operation.

I'll wait in the briefing room.

Mr. Barnett says you're not answering his call button.

He rings every five minutes.

I hate Mr. Barnett.

I'm not insensitive.

But that's not my fault.

Peggy, I've charted a med change for Dr. Bolling.

I don't care if you're Jimmy Olsen from the Daily Planet.

You wait downstairs or I'll be tossed out on your ear.

Sweetheart, don't, don't cry.

Has Helen Rosenthal already been taken to surgery?

In her room, last I saw.

In the velo.

Hello, Mrs. Gertz.

Everything okay?

Just great.

So why do you hate Mr. Barnett?

Huh?

Honey, I can't hear you.

Joanne.

No.

Would everyone shut up?

So that's it?

No discussion?

Okay.

I love you too.

Bye.

Jack, everything all right?

Joanne.

She misses her kids.

Kids.

She feels like she's abandoned them.

She must feel a tremendous sense of guilt.

Yeah, more than I realized.

Joanne was calling from the airport.

She's moving back to Seattle.

Helen.

You're due for surgery.

There's so much to be done.

Staffing reports, ward checks, scheduling.

Would you like to postpone?

Oh, no, I'll be ready.

Oh, this never ceases to amaze me, the amount of work.

Time to go.

I'm so afraid.

I don't think I can go through this again.

What if you find something?

More cancer.

Oh, oh.

Must be fun.

Oh, oh, the St. Eligius is stuck with the leftovers from the last purchasing agent.

Um, 25 gallons of fruit cup, um, 50, uh, 12 ounce boxes of instant mashed potato flakes, spaghetti in a can.

EASIER TO TAKE THE RUNNING OF A HOSPITAL FOR GRANTED.

WHENEVER I LOOK CLOSE, TRY AND FIGURE OUT HOW IT ALL WORKS.

AMAZING AN INSTITUTION THIS SIZE FUNCTIONS AT ALL.

WE'VE GOT BONZO BEANS, SIX, SEVEN.

WE'RE REALLY GONNA DO THIS, AREN'T WE?

REMINDS ME OF WHEN I WAS TOOLING ACROSS THE COUNTRY IN MY V-DUB.

Uh, broke down in Elkhart, Indiana.

Waited all day at an SO station for a new crankshaft.

Oh, one day my junior year at Bates, my girlfriends and I were driving.

This isn't a coffee clutch.

Stay on your toes.

Yes, sir.

That better be that weenie Werner.

Hello.

What do you mean the vents won't fit the 9000?

Are you sure?

Never mind, I'll be down myself.

Watch Mr. first-to-spooners pressure.

Any problems, I'll be down in the lab.

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train, feeling near as faded as my jeans.

I've been thinking, you're, uh, you're not gonna like this.

Uh-oh.

I've always wanted to buy a motorcycle.

You're right, I don't like it.

Hey, faggot!

Get bent!

Take it easy.

Why would you want to get a bike during the winter anyway?

I am not getting one yet.

I'm just thinking.

Maybe a Norton Triumph?

You're nuts.

A red one.

A classic English bike.

A place is large enough for entertaining, but not so big that I feel lost when I'm alone.

Oh, it's lovely.

Would you like fire?

If it isn't too much trouble.

Not at all.

Hospital.

Wonderful view.

Yeah.

All the way to the Charles.

I thought this would be nicer than a hotel.

It isn't easy for me, you know.

We don't have to stay.

No, I meant seeing this brownstone.

Makes me impatient.

I've been looking for weeks and haven't been able to come up with a place of my own.

Have a terrific real estate broker.

Be happy to set you up with it.

I'm out of matches.

I'll get more.

John, don't bother.

Maybe coming here was a mistake.

I'm not sure about this.

My nose is starting to run.

How much longer?

I have to go to the the bathroom.

How's Spooner?

Still stable, sir.

Flash this vent six minutes.

Four minutes would be better.

Less wear on the cortex.

I don't want to risk infection.

The extra two minutes could cause cracking and failure of the entire unit.

First you're not ready, then the Dacron connectors are not recuffed, and now you disagree with.

You really know how to shake a guy's confidence.

Said yourself you couldn't do this operation alone.

Four minutes.

I'll re-scrub and then we'll get back to work.

Dolphins, AIDS, outpatient, type cross crit, IB, saline, 115 hour, and also a portable X-ray.

What happened?

Street fight.

Kevin?

Where's Kevin?

Should be here soon.

Is he okay?

Okay?

Be fine.

Knocked unconscious.

Those bastards!

Hold still.

You really drilled that big guy.

Took him to Boston General.

Said he was gonna kill you.

You'll have to get me before AIDS does.

My husband and I will have been married 42 years in January.

Had our wedding just one week after he returned from the war.

Henry jokes that he proposed when he was still in shell shock.

Your husband's salty sense of humor should help ease his recovery.

Come in.

He's still in surgery, Mrs. Spooner.

Those reporters are getting restless for another briefing.

They'll have to wait.

This operation was to be for us, nobody else, so that we could be together as long as possible.

Well, we talked again about what this extra time might be like, being confined

to the hospital or maybe an apartment nearby, the probability of stroke,

the medications, the complications, the invasion of the media and the curious.

I was within my rights when I gave the go-ahead to Dr. Craig this morning,

but if I have turned my husband into an experiment or kept him alive only to suffer, I'll never forgive myself.

We're not doing too well, are we?

No.

No, we're not.

It's been a while since I've tried unhooking a woman's bra.

I should say so.

Mind fasteners in the front.

This is really silly.

We're adults.

No matter how hard we try, man is still unable to make a pump as efficient as the human heart.

Ready to begin implantation.

Retracting the lung.

4-0 polydeclin, please.

What are you doing?

Asserting the drive lines through the abdomen.

We're a team.

Next time, you wait for my directions.

Certainly, Dr. Craig.

5-0 poly on a cardiovascular needle.

Needle.

Start re-warming, Mr. Spooner.

I thought I'd come home for a little R&R.

Maybe next month for the holidays?

Just don't sell the house before I get there.

Okay.

Bye, Mom.

Oh,

Carol, I just admitted your patient, Brett Johnson, beat up, uh, fourth floor west.

Jack, you should clean out your locker more often.

It's my scrubs.

I treated a patient with Novino.

First she heaved on me.

Carol?

No, Mrs. Gertz.

Then her barium enema exploded, or imploded, I can't tell which.

I'm having a great day.

Going somewhere?

Yeah, as a matter of fact, Seattle.

I have a meeting with Dr. Kiem about transferring my residency.

Oh, boomer.

Hang on a minute.

Don't.

Just don't, Wayne.

Joanne is right.

She should leave.

I would if it were Pete.

Well, you're going to court for custody.

Yeah, and the case might not come to trial until next August.

Who knows how long that could drag on.

My residency is not worth it.

Under audition at Newark Parafra, health department, Abend, fita, All of that is not worth sacrificing my family.

Jack, you have six months left at St. Eligius.

That's all.

Then you're a free agent.

Go just about anywhere you want to go.

Don't throw away two and a half years.

Two and a half lousy years.

One thing after another, just slapping me in the face, and I keep on taking it.

You've become a good doctor.

More secure, self-sufficient.

Ask Kiem for leave of absence.

Go to Seattle, see how things are going there, and then decide.

Give yourself some time.

Well, Jack, you really surprised me.

Why is that?

I figured when Joann dropped the bomb, you'd be right on the next plane out of here.

Hello.

The lump was silicone gel.

There is no indication of malignancy.

I have removed the prosthesis.

Prosthesis.

You're going to feel some discomfort for a week or so.

Fortunately, you caught the problem early.

I'm in a lot of pain.

Really?

You've already had three shots of meperidine.

I was about to switch you to codeine.

Codeine constipates me.

What about Dilaudid?

During your operation, it didn't take much anesthesia to put you under.

You react erratically to medication.

Let's put you on codeine and then I'll prescribe a laxative.

Everything looks good.

Peggy will put on the fresh dressing and I'll see you later.

Well, good thing summer's over.

Not exactly ready for all the tops and bikinis.

Well, I haven't worn a two-piece since Tricky Dick was in the White House.

Ow!

I know, bad.

I'll do that now.

Get in position, Werner.

We're almost ready.

Ready to start taking Mr. Spooner off bypass, transfer him to the artificial heart.

We begin at 10 beats per minute.

Start the heart.

Distal arteries full, flowing.

Should I increase the pulse?

Take it up to 25 beats per minute.

Faster, 50 beats per minute.

90 beats per minute.

Unit.

He is sustained only by the Craig 9000 artificial heart.

Great!

I've been looking for you.

I've been in class all afternoon, but I'm back.

I'm not getting away this time.

What are you talking about?

My clinical research assignment.

I even got a topic, early and late complications of adrenomycin therapy.

Will you help?

Can't.

I don't ask for a lot, so how come when I ask... Luther, I'm leaving.

Well, we can start tomorrow.

I'm going to be gone for a month.

It's a management management training program at Ecumenta's home office in Missouri.

I'm chief resident, so I gotta go.

Shut out again.

Dr. Novino.

Sorry, Luther, not now.

Hey, how's Mrs. Gertz?

Fever's down, finally.

There are at least 27 body fluids, and today I wore nine of hers.

Oh, Brett Johnson's back.

Gay bashed.

Look.

What they did to that man.

Theater, wasn't it?

Victor's overworked.

Spooner.

Oh.

That's Helen.

Want me to go?

No, I haven't seen her since your return from OR.

Oh, my god.

Come on, Dr. Axelrod!

What happened?

It's not ever like this.

I've got you, Helen.

She's bleeding from her incision.

Oh, God.

I'll get Dr. Kiem.

Bring back compazine, 25 milligrams IM.

Helen, it's okay.

You're going to be all right.

I'm sorry I wasn't able to see you any sooner.

Oh, it's okay.

Gave me time to think.

Uh, about leaving.

The St. Eligius?

Well, you see, my family, uh...

Just a minute.

Hello?

Who is she now?

I'll be right there.

Jack, can this wait?

Helen Rosenthal is having some post-op complications.

Oh, yeah, sure, okay.

I.

Tried preparing myself for this moment, but actually, seeing my husband,

the tubes and the lines running in and out of Henry's body,

and this, this machine.

Our hope is that Mr. Spooner will eventually be able to use the portable drive unit.

It's much smaller.

I can see him as if it were yesterday, swimming along Wallerston Beach, the most handsome man.

So strong.

And... Henry's... He's such an active man.

It's okay to touch him.

His flesh is warm.

For some reason, I thought maybe it would be... Your husband is still the same man, Mrs.

Springer.

May I be alone with Henry?

Certainly.

I want progress reports on the hour.

Monitor all vitals.

And alert me at the first indication of any problems, huh?

Oh, and Ehrlich, Wade, you both did a good job.

We're happy for Mr. Spooner, sir.

Mark, congratulations.

You certainly laid low through all of this.

This is your day.

Daniel showed me the statements he's deuces, stage Circle, reporters.

Sure you don't want to talk to the press yourself?

No.

Maybe tomorrow.

How's Mr. Spooner?

Fine.

Fine.

First 24 hours will be the most difficult for him.

Clotting, bleeding.

What are you up to?

Uh, the cafeteria's monthly budget.

Turned out larger than usual.

Hospital.

Watch out, John.

Ellen can really write the checks a star market.

Mark, I'm really proud of you.

Felt you behind me all the way.

What do you want, Griffin?

Talking to Vino told me what happened.

Wish you'd been there to watch.

Kevin,

IVF, fuelling, pediatrician, post-traumatic care, değeric, prevention, treatment, and more.

People don't know how to react to this disease.

The only reason Brett Johnson got pounded was for being in love with a man.

I'm not too thrilled about homosexuals, but when you get right down to it,

all we really want is to connect with someone.

But you wouldn't know.

You've got a wife and family.

You've got it licked.

Emergency room, emergency room.

But how does that affect me?

What would it do to me?

How much damage did I do?

Your bleeding has stopped.

However, it's hard to believe that one dose of Dilaudid could have caused such a violent reaction.

You told me of conning Nurse Shortwell.

Still, I don't feel you're being totally honest.

I took a valium before surgery.

Surgery.

That only explained the easy anesthesia.

After I was brought back downstairs, I took another one.

You were risking your life.

I was so afraid of the pain.

I made a terrible mistake when my judgment was less than sound.

Get some rest.

I'll see you in the morning.

Mark?

Come in, Daniel.

Mr. Spoon is asleep.

Craig 9000 is running perfectly.

95 beats a minute.

Pumping blood at the rate of 6 liters.

Normal for the low volume output of the device.

Blood pressure is 138 over 70.

Has he regained consciousness?

Long enough to kiss his wife goodnight.

She's gone home for the evening.

You should do the same.

You look beat.

I want to stay at the hospital until I'm sure he's out of the woods.

Patients.

Daniel, you and Ellen have been friends for a long time, and I would never ask you

to violate a confidence unless it was important.

I don't know what you're going after.

John Gideon and Ellen, is something going on?

Not that I've heard of.

Whenever I see them together, Gideon.

Weigert, I say, I've got work to do.

Pete, come on, finish your dinner.

No.

How about dessert?

You wanna go for a walk?

Frozen yogurt?

No.

No.

How you doing?

Fine.

You having a good time, huh?

Right.

This is fun, Dad.

Come on.

Take it easy, pal.

Don't jump too high.

Come on, Dad.

Savior, Logi, A-team, line.

The Weir on the line.

The Weir Weir is.