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Oh hell!

I've been thinking about our night together.

Still?

Fiscus' death and resurrection reignited our relationship.

Lucy, you give me fever.

Take acetaminophen.

I look at you, I see visions of sun-drenched Greek isles and the wine-dark sea.

Oh, spare me the travelogue.

Let's go out.

We'll have conversation over tossed green salad and creamy vinaigrette.

Get to know one another.

You'll meet a new me, mature Victor.

Forget about it.

We've had our yucks for history.

Besides, I've met someone else.

Someone else.

Someone else.

Who?

Who?

His name is Bing.

Bing?

You can't go out with a guy named Bing.

I'm sorry I told you.

What's he going to do, bow, bow, bow in your ear all night long?

Oh, get lost.

I've forgotten the Tsunami of paperwork that swamps this job.

Paperwork is all part of life's rich pageant.

Why are you so chipper?

It's Friday.

Donald and I are going to show Quinns for drinks.

Oh, Quinns has all the ambiance of a submarine.

It grows on you.

Like Tinia Curis.

I don't care.

I'm crawling the walls.

Richard's been in Schenectady for two weeks trying to settle a meatpacker strike.

Besides, Donald needs a night out.

He's been terribly down since the breakup with Carol.

That'll teach him to get involved with residents.

Have a nice weekend.

Fat chance.

I've got to go downtown tomorrow and meet with some functionary from the Soviet consulate in New York.

Are you planning a trip?

No, I'm sponsoring the immigration of a dissident Soviet surgeon.

Really?

My housekeeper's husband, Yuri Peltrovich.

I should have my head examined for letting Ellen talk me into this.

Julie, are you coming down with something?

Just my chronic PND.

Post-nasal drip is all part of life's rich pageant.

Did you give Mr. Thomas his demerol?

Just now.

Elliot, what's shaking?

Changing of the guard.

I thought you were on your way to the Big Apple.

Well, with Fiscus recuperating and everything, the schedule's all boxed up.

But I'll fly out of here first thing Sunday A.M.

as soon as that wing-ding Barry Wexler relieves me.

You know how long I've been waiting to see the Chinese acrobats?

I can't imagine.

Third row center, 40 bucks.

That's the ticket.

I can't wait.

Haven't had a free weekend since Memorial Day.

Who you got?

Nova.

The woman, not the series.

See you later.

There.

Mrs. Nova.

That's me.

Right here.

You think this is funny?

No, ma'am.

Smart, Alec.

I hope you hiccup for 36 hours straight.

Have you tried putting a paper bag over your head?

No, I haven't.

Follow me.

Luther, let me use that bag.

Come on, come on.

It's always worked for me.

Smells like tuna in here.

Jackie,

hi.

Looking for you.

Hi, Seth.

How are you?

Coping.

Look, I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to say yes when you asked me out.

No, what with your divorce and everything, it wasn't easy for you.

Tenth grade all over again.

It took me all night to get up the nerve to ask Ray Chenna.

To dance with me.

He looked at me and said, I don't think so.

I'm sorry.

You made me feel like a fool.

I hope the offer is still open.

Why?

Because I'd like to go out with you, dinner, a movie, tonight.

You don't want me, Seth.

I mean, I'm hovering around 30.

What do you mean?

Well, everyone knows you like younger women.

20, 21, Lizzie Westphall.

Oh.

Oh, is right.

I just wonder what the two of you talk about.

Bing.

No cherry jokes.

Great idea coming here tonight, Helen.

I want to spend another Friday night with the laundry.

Ah, dirty laundry is all part of life's rich pageant.

Donald.

David, how are you?

Dried as rain, whatever that means.

Donald Westphall, St. St. Eligius, Brendan Connolly, Harvard.

How do you do?

How do you do, sir?

Helen Rosenthal, also St. Eligius.

Hello.

How do you do?

Hello.

Hello.

Would you like to join us?

No, thank you.

Brendan Connolly, the poet.

Yeah, you've heard of me, but you've not read me, right?

Nobody reads poetry nowadays.

Well, I happen to have a well-thumbed, dog-eared copy of Atlanta's Rising at home.

A man of perspicacity and taste.

Oh, yes.

Oh, these salt peanuts.

I'm drier than a spinster on on a Saturday night.

What are you drinking?

Irish.

The nectar of the gods, the universal solvent.

Excuse me.

We'll have a round of Jameson's, doubles, straight up, and sweet as love and money.

I don't feel this in the morning.

Well, if you can't feel it in the morning, what's the point of doing it the night before?

Some of us are getting too old to carouse, Brendan.

There's not enough candle to burn.

Barrett, you've got plenty of wick left.

As the ancient sage, Satchel Paige, age once said, age is simply a case of mind over matter.

If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.

Ah, here's to whiskey and song, to beautiful women, poetry, and the wild horses of the spirit.

Well, here's to your horse.

Please be patient.

I've tried everything.

This usually works for me.

You're some doctor chubby.

Tell her to hold her breath till she turns blue.

Put me the right way up.

Drink out of the wrong side.

Side.

Any other bright ideas?

Mrs. Nova, won't you let us give you an injection of chlorpromazine?

It's a tranquilizer.

I never take drugs.

We've tried all the alternatives.

Okay, okay, I'm exhausted.

The next door neighbor dressed up like Rambo to scare me.

Did he?

Out of my wits.

Now, today's your lucky day, Mrs. Nova.

You are not going to hiccup to death.

What's wrong?

It's Angel, Doug.

He thinks he's Mr. Angel.

Better give him something before he starts biting someone.

Well, bring him into the ward.

Ward.

Way over.

Another full moon Friday night we are.

That's a terrible loss for such a young man.

Still miss her.

Can you raise two kids alone?

For the most part, yeah.

And they're happy and healthy and beamish?

Um, yeah, for the most part.

Hey, you guys, enough autobiography.

That's Let's have some funny stories, a couple of cheap jokes.

Better yet, let's song Jewel.

Ah, now come on, darling.

You and I will warble a tune with gusto and panache, if not perfect pitch,

and fair Helen will be the sole and final judge.

We'll compete for a luscious heart.

My luscious heart is not up for grabs.

I was speaking metaphorically.

No, I can't sing.

Ah, nonsense.

No, no, no, I know my limits, Brendan.

In the shower, yes, but never in public, no.

Now, you see, I am a man of moderation.

You're as spontaneous as the time of day, lady.

Donald, he's impugning your sense of adventure.

Damn straight.

Now, come on.

I give you a choice of songs.

Danny Boy, The Rain in Spain, or Part-Time Lover for the Stevie Wonder fans.

I loan you me dark sunglasses.

Blame it on the boss of Nova.

Ah, my favorite.

A good choice.

Here, let's shoot these.

Brings tears to me eyes and so do you to mine well that whiskey brings tears to

your eyes Helen wait till you hear this one wake up wake up you don't want to miss

this don't worry the limo will take us all home safely I.

Was at a dance and she caught my eye standing all alone looking sad and shy We

began to dance, swaying to and fro, and I knew right then I'd never ever let her go.

Blame it on the boss of Nova, and his magic spell.

Blame it on the boss of Nova, that she knew so well.

Blame it on the boss of Nova, and his magic spell.

Dr.

Craig, this is so good of you.

Yeah, well, let's see if I have the facts straight.

You and Yuri were married... 15 years, in August.

And you came to this country... Three years ago, to visit my sister, who is sick.

Then they will not let me return to Russia and won't let Yuri immigrate.

Surgery.

Number of... None.

Will you let me finish?

No children.

That's unfortunate.

Kids would give us more leverage.

They want to punish us.

Dr. Craig, it's three years since I have seen my husband.

A few phone calls from him, cards, nothing else.

Does he get my letters?

At Christmas time, I send packages to him.

I don't know.

No.

My fault.

I signed petition on human rights.

Yuri wants to stay in Russia, do his work.

He blamed me for our troubles.

This will be duck soup.

A clear case of cruel and unusual suffering.

On humanitarian grounds alone.

They'll have to Grant a visa.

But I'm not looking for credit card.

What?

I don't know why I bother.

I wonder, does he still love me?

Thanks for the tour.

This place is so gothic.

Well, that's one word for it.

Life and death, before breakfast, intense.

Hi, mind if I down some decaf with you?

No, absolutely not.

Fantastic.

Yes, I mind.

I was looking for a friendly face, and you have a friendly face.

Hi, time, Victor Ehrlich.

Uh, Bing Shalimar.

The famous Bing, I've heard a lot about you.

Don't start.

All of a good first class and top drawer.

I imagine you've heard a lot about me, too.

No.

I mean, Lucy didn't tell you about us?

No.

There's nothing to tell.

Uh, you used to date.

Tender, poignant, as fleeting as a raspberry season, but so sweet while it lasted.

He's a pathological liar.

No, you're one lucky bingo.

Where did you two flamingos meet?

Lucy came into my shop.

Bing's copies, mass ave.

Bing's, good color reproduction.

Thanks.

Uh, the self-service machine jammed.

I I had to help her clear her paper path.

All right, stop right there.

I don't want my private life spread all over radio-free rumor.

Hey, I'm the soul of discretion.

And the mouth of Joan Rivers.

I agree, not that funny.

I just can't laugh.

Not good for me.

Nonsense.

I have a hilarious one for you.

I have this physiological problem.

I can see that.

This will loosen you up.

Here, lick.

So there's this elderly couple.

They're about to get married.

Woman says to the man, there's something I have to tell you.

I have acute angina.

He says that's good because you have lousy legs.

Oh my god.

I guess he heard that one.

Now look what you've done.

Your lousy jokes have killed him.

Oh, you startled me.

Sorry.

It's okay.

Julie, I told you to write stat on Mr. Schwartz's blood tests.

I did.

No, you didn't.

Now I have to wait four hours for results I needed in 20 minutes.

What can I say?

I messed up.

Send Mr. Schwartz to nuclear medicine, please.

Okay.

I don't want to sound like the lavatory monitor, but shouldn't you wash your hands?

Oh, of course, that's stupid.

You just got me flustered.

And so, they would bat the decapitated heads of prisoners back and forth across a line strung with ladies' underwear.

Such is the origin of volleyball.

The game today is not what it used to be.

Ah, hello, Donald.

Just entertaining this poor fellow of shut-in.

My kind of critic.

Comatose.

So, it wasn't your singing which brought me to my knees last night.

No, give me a stone.

I felt I was passing the Hope Diamond.

Transcendental pain.

But once it plopped into the basin, instant relief.

Yeah, well, you still had a little blood in your urine this morning, but your IVP looks okay.

I don't think you have any other stones.

I think you'd go on.

Oh, great!

Uh, I wonder, would you mind signing my copy of Atlantis Rising?

Happy to.

That's a real collector's item.

Out of print, out of mind.

I think up something stupendous.

Atlantis Rising came out when?

68, 69?

65.

Was it?

More than 20 years ago.

Yeah, it won all the major awards.

And since then?

Is that your polite way of asking what happened in the next book?

No.

Well, there were two more collections.

Remainer, quicker than you could say B.

Dalton, lousy, to tell the truth.

In the past ten years, nothing.

The muse has stopped whispering in my ear.

She finds me bad company.

Since my daughter died, my heart does not beat in meter.

Oh, what the hell.

Everybody's got a family tragedy.

Seems so, doesn't it?

Yeah.

No, it's just a dry spell.

Speaking of dry, I'm so parched, I'd have to be primed to spit.

Do you have a bottle in your desk drawer?

Oh, Brandon, after last night, even the thought of whiskey makes me sick.

And you should quit drinking altogether, you know that.

Your liver function test showed long-term alcohol abuse.

You're well on the road to cirrhosis.

If you stop now, you can recover.

Oh, you're the doctor.

I'm serious.

Okay, do me good.

Clear the cerebellum.

I'll write a new poem.

The Saga of St. Eligius.

A romance which be... What the hell is that?

Old Blue here, room 3333, let's go!

Get the crash cart down here now, damn it, move it!

What's the problem?

Mr. Henry ate some fugu last night.

Fugu?

Yeah.

Blowfish.

Ah, here it is.

Mr. Henry, blow fish contains a deadly nerve poison, and if not prepared

properly, fugu can paralyze the central nervous system.

Right, I know.

What?

There's a new Japanese restaurant in the back bay.

All they serve is fug...

Fifty-seven varieties.

You deliberately went out of your way to eat something you knew could kill you?

That's the whole point.

Fugu's macho.

It's all the rage in Japan right now.

Every time you strap on the feed bag you got a one in 200 chance of winding up in

an iron lung seems like a dumb way to die killed by a hunk of fish that's why I'm

here first bite was exhilarating but after dinner I kind of cooled out on the concept

in fact I've been up all night in a cold sweat your heart rate is a little

accelerated is that bad your adrenaline's up because of the poison no because of the thrill of fine dining.

I mean, I get the same reaction when they hand me the check.

Any tingling in your hands or feet?

No, zero tingle.

Well, then I think you're going to survive your culinary adventure.

Bless you.

That's my lucky luck.

Hope I'm not coming down with something.

Fugu, pally boy.

Helen, will you have a word with Julie McPhail?

I told her to send Al Schwartz up to nuclear medicine and she took him to radiology instead.

It's the second time today she's put me Yeah, she's been a little bit out of the

weather recently, but I'll talk to her as soon as I give Mrs. Luna her enema.

Enema's all part of life's rich pageant.

Oh, shut up.

Welcome back, bingo.

Let's do a magnetic resonance scan.

Don't bother.

I'm a narcoleptic.

I didn't want to tell you.

I thought narcolepsy was an uncontrollable urge to fall asleep.

Only when I'm bored or anxious.

But whenever I get overstimulated, I have attacks.

I lose all muscle tone and control for a few minutes.

Excitement of any kind makes me cataplectic.

Let's do the scan anyway.

See, I have to maintain an even keel.

No highs or lows.

Otherwise, I'm jello.

Anger, fear, laughter, sex.

You lose muscle control during sex?

Paralyzed for a few minutes.

Patients, but I can still see and hear everything.

Lucky you found out now instead of right before the big topper, huh?

Lucy, look, I have an idea that'll help you understand me better.

Come to my support group.

Oh, Bing, I work all day in a hospital.

I like to keep medical problems out of my social life.

That's why she dumped me.

Don't do that.

I'll come to your meeting, Bing.

For now, I'll pretend that you didn't say yes.

Nurse, so I don't get overstimulated.

Did you hear the one about the fellow of the well-known ethnic persuasion locked his keys in the car?

No.

Took him three hours to get his family out.

Oh, Ehrlich, why did you do that?

I need to be alone with you.

Scan him, Dano.

How can you go out with him?

You are impossible.

Lift off.

The answer is no, Victor.

Turn it off, Dano.

I won't go out with you.

So what do I care?

I've got a hot date.

On.

Who?

Who you don't know our new hematologist we're going to the pita pocket suck up

some hummus oh well I'm so happy for you bring him out what do you care you've got

bing the sleeping beauty have fun at the narcolepsy support meetings just be

careful you don't turn them off or on oh bing baby you're going my way.

Your interest in the Peltrovich situation is a welcome surprise.

Yes, well, as I said in my many letters and repeated phone calls, his situation

was brought to my attention by his wife, Marsha.

What's your real interest in Yuri Petrovich, Dr. Craig?

Purely humanitarian, to reunite the good doctor with his wife.

Yet you're offering him a position on your staff.

Dr. Craig's offer of employment helps the effort.

Application on this end.

Yeah, well, I thought I'd take a chance.

A long shot, I realize.

Soviet medicine being what it is.

And what's that, Dr. Craig?

In your opinion?

Primitive.

Let's face it, you people are 30 years behind in research, equipment,

pharmaceuticals.

I'll have my hands full just bringing this guy up to date.

You haven't let him practice surgery for two years.

For crying out loud, he's been putting distributor caps into tractors.

Well, I'm so glad I'm glad that we see eye to eye Dr. Craig.

Great.

When does he leave?

Since Dr. Petrovich is so incompetent and Soviet medicine so primitive, as you say,

we'll spare you the trouble and the expense of rehabilitating this former surgeon.

I recommend to my government that we deny this immigration application.

Good day.

Are you always this much help?

For the love of God, Helen.

Brandon, what's the matter?

My roommate gave up the ghost this afternoon.

I know.

I hope it wasn't too distressing for you.

Oh, not at all.

Buzzers, chaos, and the pure smell of death.

Day at the beach.

Are you okay?

Helen, he's been stewing a putrefying in his own juices all afternoon.

He's still in there?

That's what I'm saying.

Read my Ruby lips.

I'm cellmates with a corpse.

I can hear him, bubbling and sighing in the next bed, rotting away like a rump roast.

The order for the morgue must have gotten this place.

I'm going to take care of it right away.

All right, come on.

Get back into bed, lie down.

I'm so sorry about this.

Okay.

You know, now that you're here, I find the presence of death hugely erotic.

Medic.

Come on, fair and luscious Helen, won't you join me in a little connubial cuddle?

No, thanks.

Oh, please.

You've been drinking.

Steadily, since the angel of death flooded her wings here.

You'd never know, would you?

I'm proud of that.

Give me a fifth of whiskey and a thermos of black coffee and I could pilot a plane over the North Pole.

That's true.

Tomorrow the Chinese acrobats will be doing stunts I'm going to go home,

get a good night's rest, grab a fast cab to Logan in the morning and be at NYC by noon.

I wonder what I did with my wallet.

New York, New York.

Sounds so nice they named it twice.

I don't know what there's doing here any minute.

That sneeze is not what you think it is.

Go.

Don't even think it.

I hope I haven't lost my wallet.

We got a couple of DOAs outside.

I hope this doesn't take long.

What's the story?

A young couple got swacked by Amtrak.

Made a floss amount of the wreckage with tongs.

How does anybody ever get hit by a train?

I mean, they're so big.

I mean, you can see them coming at you, for goodness sakes.

It happens more often than you might think.

They were playing chicken with the choo-choo and lost.

Luther, when you man the phones, bring body bags and a spatula.

I'm not catching a cold.

I'm not catching a cold.

I'm not catching a cold.

St. Eligius ER.

Yeah.

Oh, hi.

Okay.

I'll tell him.

Okay, that's it.

I'm done.

I'm out of here.

Wexler can deal with this.

Wexler just called.

Threw his back out.

No money to cover for him.

What?

There's nobody to cover for him.

No!

No!

No!

No!

I can't find my wallet!

I'm stuck here!

I'll never have another weekend off the rest of my life!

Yes!

I have a cold!

And I also caught Mrs. Nova's hiccups!

Narcolepsy ruins lives.

We sufferers know how the disease can prevent us from practicing our profession.

Sessions, break up our marriages, make a normal social life impossible.

Popular stereotypes reinforce the idea that falling asleep against one's will is comical.

But those of us who are afflicted know that nothing... I apologize for telling that second joke.

I shouldn't have laughed.

It wasn't funny.

Where's Lucy?

Now let's have some personal testing.

I'm trying not to get upset.

Hey, would you start out this evening sharing?

I had a pretty good week.

Avoided driving altogether, took public transportation.

Fell asleep once in the checkout line at Filene's.

Fortunately, I didn't drop my packages.

I met a woman who works as a nurse at St. Eligius.

I invited her to come tonight, but she didn't.

A friend of hers came instead, Dr. Victor Ehrlich.

Ehrlich.

Oh, well, would Dr. Ehrlich care to give a physician's point of view?

No, no, I'm just observing here tonight, thanks.

Well, perhaps Dr. Ehrlich can speak to the issue of why the medical profession has

made so little progress in understanding and treating the tragedy of narcolepsy?

No, thank you.

Please, Victor.

Okay, I'll give it a try.

You know, every afflicted group, The group feels the same way that you do.

Not enough is being done.

Why isn't there a cure?

Jeez, people expect miracles these days.

And despite all the advances of modern medicine, what we know is really less than what we don't know.

Many, many mysteries remain.

And every afflicted group feels the same way that you do.

I'm sorry, did I say that already?

I did, didn't I?

On.

Um.

Dr. Craig, what happened?

Uh, things look good.

Oh, spasibo.

Spanning, please.

Where's Ellen?

Dining room.

Yeah.

I'll check on Barbara for Mark.

How'd the meeting go?

Very promising developments.

Wonderful.

Look at here.

The Cushing left anterior area, descending artery, award.

The police found it in a buffalo pawn shop.

They're hot on the trail, John Doe.

They beat me on the way home.

Mark, what was the Soviet response?

Extremely promising overall.

I did make a minor faux pas about Soviet medicine, but... What'd you say?

I told the truth.

You botched it, didn't you?

I did not botch anything.

Mark, we're talking about two people's lives, their futures, nurses, their happiness, their freedom.

What you think about Soviet medicine is immaterial.

Your opinion's not important.

No one cares.

I put my professional reputation on the line to sponsor Yuri Paltrovich for St.

Eligius' staff.

If it doesn't pan out, I'm the goat.

How did this situation suddenly become all about you?

Okay.

You tell Masha that you've ruined her life.

I can't do it.

Ah, Father Westphall, come to succor the fallen angel, right on schedule.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

I'm balancing my electrolytes, what does it look like?

You know you're killing yourself with the booze?

No, go and peddle your paternal advice somewhere else.

I know all about you, bona fide bleeding martyr that you are,

carrying the burdens of the weeping world upon your shoulders.

St. Donald, fresh stigmata daily.

Your dry cleaning bills must be astronomical.

It's the whiskey talking.

Everybody feels sorry.

Well, not me.

Your suffering is bogus, boring, and bilious.

Why don't we talk about it when you're sober, all right?

What have you and I possibly got to chat about?

Maybe about the way you're flushing your talent down the toilet with the booze?

You don't know anything about that, sanctimonious bastard.

You're just a poor excuse for a real man.

You're just a Dean of students.

You're not a doctor.

Look, I'm not going to take this abuse from a foul-mouthed drunk, do you hear me?

I'll be the judge of that.

Pat?

Helen, am I a foul by a drunk?

I thank you to keep your hands to myself.

No, no, don't go.

Let poor Donald crawl home to his cold bed of nails.

You just stay here and I'll show you darling time.

Let go of me now.

That's enough.

Wait a minute.

Ah.

Oh, now I'm getting through to you.

A little spirit.

A little moxie.

All right?

Let's go.

Let go.

You renal failure.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Let's see what you're made of.

Come on that's.

Real blood I'm going to be sick.

Ehrlich it's 9 a.m Sunday morning how come you told me you're going to the meeting

and then you I called Bing's machine and explained.

He's a nice guy, I just can't get involved.

Oh, anyway, I thought you had a hot date.

What happened to the pita pocket?

She told me to get stuffed.

Lie.

There was no hot date.

I just said that to get at you.

Well, you did.

I did what?

You got under my skin.

I was steamed.

No kidding.

How about getting under your covers?

You've got some nerve, you know that?

I know, I'm a desperate man.

Are you going to ask me in?

Well, that could go either way.

Thanks for the lunch loan.

You're a cheap date, Roth.

It clears up my sinuses.

I have to call in all my lost credit cards.

You have credit cards?

Sears.

Oh, that's a tough one to get.

Yeah.

Oh, I miss my luck.

I come down with a cold.

Luck is the residue of your own design.

Meaning?

Take vitamin C.

You won't get sick.

No, I don't believe in vitamin C.

I don't believe in luck.

I do.

I mean, people are either born under the right stars or they're not.

There's nothing you can do about it.

Jackie, the world's a dangerous place.

It's not because of stars.

It's because of hatred and poverty, human irrationality, handguns.

Look what happened to Wayne.

Exactly.

I mean, getting shot by a stranger who's aiming at someone else, that's bad Karma.

Not at all.

ER is a risky gig.

If Wayne wanted to play it safe, he would have chosen pediatrics.

Are you saying he asked to be killed?

No.

But people who chalk up everything to fate just don't want to accept responsibility for their own lives.

You're a fine one to talk about responsibility.

You know, it's a good thing I didn't go to New York.

I mean, I could have gotten mugged or something.

Elliot, stay out of this.

Gee, I'm sorry.

I thought we were talking about me.

Hi, Ellen.

What gives?

Let's have a cup of coffee, shall we?

How are you?

Tired.

Nothing unusual.

I've been going over the narcotics records.

Yeah?

You have half a dozen unwitnessed demoral discards in the last two weeks.

Helen, you know what this place is like.

Like, short staff, there's never anybody around to witness.

What do you want me to do, pull somebody off a code?

Julie, I'm going to ask you something and I want you to be straight with me.

Mr. Thomas is having so much pain because you're skimming off his drugs.

What are you talking about?

Chronic sniffles, puffy hands, constant trips to the ladies room, performances erratic, deteriorating.

You're using, aren't you?

That is absolutely absolutely not true.

I'd like to believe that.

You should.

If I tell Dr. Auschlander, he'll want to test you.

I thought you were against testing.

Julie, you need help.

I've just been depressed.

The past few years I've had all kinds of physical problems.

Look, my mom took DES when she was carrying me.

I had to have a hysterectomy when I was 23.

It tends to cloud your feelings about the future.

I'm not strung out.

I'm concerned about your patients.

You can't give quality care if you're using Helen.

I'm not I Have a responsibility to report this Push me I'll quit I can get a job at any hospital in the city.

So just go to hell Do you see anything in my eye there's a tiny fleck of metal

floating around in there I was at a Twisted Sister concert concert.

Oh, you're into heavy metal, huh?

No, just into heavy.

Blink, it's right on the edge of your lid there.

There, I got it.

It's left a little scratch, but I'll prescribe some antiseptic eye drops to take over the next few days.

Dr. Axelrod, leave me alone.

I've had the worst weekend of my life.

Whatever's going wrong now, I don't want to know about it.

But I... Luther, remember how they used to kill the bearer of bad news?

How's your cold?

Like cream of phlegm.

You find your wallet?

Some sucker's on a shopping spree.

Guess what?

Where'd you get that?

Lost and found.

Security guard found it in a parking lot.

Money's gone.

Chinese acrobat ticket's gone.

Sears card's still here.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Chinese acrobats?

Oh, yeah.

They're fantastic.

They're my heroes.

Mine, too.

I've seen them three times.

My name's Anne Van Juren.

Oh, um, I'm Elliot Axelrod.

Well, listen, Elliot, um, when you're finished here, would you like to go for Kung Pao Chicken?

Talk about triple somersaults and the human pyramid?

Well, I'd love to, but, um, I don't think so.

Oh, why not?

To be honest, I'm a walking misfortune, fate stooge.

Everything in my life goes wrong.

Elliot, maybe your luck has changed.

I just checked in on Brandon.

That man could charm the birds out of the trees.

He sent you this.

Thank you.

How is he?

Well, he's hungover and thirsty, threatening to drink his aftershave.

A joke, I think.

Well, what a waster.

He really got to me, Ellen.

He pushed all my buttons.

I just wanted to break loose, let it all fly, lose myself for a while.

But in this job, I'm supposed to be at room temperature all the time.

You sang Blame It on the Bossa Nova in public, and you punched him in the nose.

Now, that's not exactly lukewarm.

He thinks I'm gray and dull, and he's right.

I don't know, passion scares the hell out of me for some reason.

Maybe that's why Carol and I... Come on, Donald, you're too old to be going through a midlife crisis.

Why?

You and everybody in this hospital has a certain perception of me that I'm supposed to live up to, right?

I'm as trapped in my image as Connolly is in his.

Surprise us.

To.

Donald Westphall, song stylist.

I should never have come to America.

I ruin everything.

We have good life in Moscow.

Here he is.

Oh, Mrs. Craig.

Stay calm.

Chasing Moloch off all day.

Okay, it's settled.

Yuri Peltrovich will be here next week.

Week.

Is that really true?

The wheels are turning.

Oh, thank God.

And, Marsha, you and Yuri are welcome to stay here until you find a place of your own.

Oh, yes, please, for as long as you like.

Dr. Craig, how can we thank you?

In English.

I'm so proud of you, Mark.

Yeah, well, uh, Marsha, would you go check Barbara, please?

And thank you again many thousand times from my heart.

Yep, yep.

Oh, Mark, how did you do it?

Tell me.

Diplomacy.

Pure and simple.

Nothing to do with me.

Malikov is a third-level paper pusher with absolutely no authority to nix the application.

Turns out that Reagan just sold Gorbachev some soybean futures, and Peltrovich was part of the deal.

I mean, they were ready to let Yuri go all along.

I almost blew it.

Well, no harm done.

So much for Craig's clout.

Oh, thank you for trying me.

And for offering Yuri and Masha a place to stay.

Yeah, well, welcome to Ellis Island.

That was unspeakable.

You were very vocal.

Oh, it was incredible.

The best.

Better than the first time right after your grandma's birthday?

Oh, better.

Better than this morning?

Than this afternoon?

Better than any time.

I register right off the Richter scale for me.

Oh, it's too, too good.

How am I going to explain all these bruises?

Why do you always hit me right after sex?

You're so kinky.

I can't stand feeling this good.

Hey, what are you, nuts?

Child, be sparring partner.

Doctor, blood brother, how my heart leaps up to see you.

Push back the furniture and we wrestle naked in front of the fire.

I want to thank you for the inscription.

My pleasure.

And I also want to apologize.

I'll think nothing of it.

No, no, I lost my temper.

To hit a patient, that's unforgivable.

Forgiven and forgotten.

Brendan, don't you sense a need for a change?

You have a problem, sir.

You're an alcoholic.

You have to stop drinking now.

Well, you're the doctor.

I can arrange to have you entered into a detox program.

Sounds just the thing.

Yeah, try now, it'll put me back in the pink.

Lucid.

Prolific.

Why is it I don't believe for a moment you're going to follow my advice?

Because I'm a free spirit.

I tell you what, why don't you join me down in the Quinns when I'm convalesced?

We'll knock back a couple of celebratory shots.

You haven't heard a word I've said, have you?

We could be great best friends.

No, I don't think so, Brennan.

You see, for whatever it's worth, I've devoted myself to maintaining life.

And you're dedicated to destroying yours.

I'm sorry, but far from being a free spirit, to me, it seems your life is out of control.

Alcohol has made you this desperate, pathetic little man hiding behind all this bravura talk.

You're playing the drunken poet and it's killing you.

Well, I'll keep that in mind.

Thanks for the advice can't reach you can I see I don't know why people find self-destruction so romantic i.

Don't know why I've always been drawn that way seductive so afraid of death yet I

long to embrace it Bury my face in her dark bosom Peace, rest, oblivion God,

my life sickens me I'm a poet and I can't write All I can think about is The way

things used to be How I was, how we were We were so happy for a time.

I'm dying here, puking out my wretched soul before you.

Donald, help me.

Oh, sweet Jesus, help me.

Surgery.

Hospital, emergency room,

hospital, hospital, hospital, and more.

Child, pediatrician, gynecologist.

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