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Come on. Tighten it up. Tighten it up.

Nobody falls back!

Wide awake. Nobody falls back.

Behind those rocks.

Watch the trap!

Dig in!

Dig it in!

Put your heads down!

Watch the trap!

Sit!

Watch yourself.

You'll never get out of here alive.

Yuri, here we are.

St. Eligius.

A well-oiled American medical machine.

This man outside is begging for money.

He's one of your many homeless?

Homeless.

For all I know, that bum has a house in Marblehead.

Any messages for me?

Busy, huh?

Here.

I'll say.

Look at this.

Looks like everyone's heart went kaplooey at once.

When is my license approved?

What's that?

To practice surgery, my license.

Oh, well, you see, the board of registration in medicine can be very slow about these things.

There are a A bunch of petty bureaucrats.

But one of them, Josiah Bartlett, is a friend of mine.

And he said he'll push your approval straight through.

Here we are.

I'm out of practice.

You know, two years I spent on the factory assembly line building tractors.

A pioneer in Russian cardiovascular laser surgery, forced to manufacture farm equipment.

It's terrible.

You're right.

Oh, come on, Mrs. Ditko, you're not gonna die.

Masha and I fought all the way from the airport.

She started our troubles.

It was her protests.

And then the Soviet officials just forced her to emigrate.

And now me.

I was trying to get her back to the Soviet Union.

Two months ago, they put me back into my hospital.

I was so happy.

At my laser, helping people.

And then the word comes, you can go to the U.S.

now.

And I must choose between my work, my wife, both of which I love.

I said you'd get your license, didn't I?

Oh, for the love of... McHile.

No, no.

Mr. and Mrs. Gillette?

Yeah.

I'm Dr. Turner, head of obstetrics.

The doctor who admitted you asked for a consult.

Obstetrics?

But my wife only fainted.

Because she's pregnant.

Can't be.

It could be.

You are.

Mom!

Mom!

Come on!

How far along?

20 weeks.

My periods have been irregular.

I even took a home pregnancy test.

It came out negative.

Those aren't 100% accurate.

Well, why did Gail black out?

She's slightly anemic.

We gotta get you on a proper diet.

Vitamins, lots of rest.

A kid.

Mr. and Mrs. Gillette, I'd like to perform an amniocentesis.

Withdraw a sample of the amniotic fluid for examination.

Something's wrong?

Your initial blood test showed elevated levels of RH antibody.

In simplest terms, Gail's blood and the baby's blood are not compatible.

The two of them are fighting it out.

And right now, the baby's losing.

And nursing.

Hey, messed up my four in hand, I gotta start all over.

I just know I picked up something, a fungus, a rash.

Stay away from me.

Oh yeah, sure, have a yuck.

You don't have to do crusty skin rotations in dermatology.

I'm not doing the rotation anywhere, remember?

Member, I'm Mr. 50-50, half orderly, half positions, assistant in training.

But I do look good.

You know, why is this rosier?

Gotta be.

Oh,

tough time answering the bell this morning.

My son Jeffrey had his hair streaked like that for Halloween.

It's a girl I went out with.

It's her idea of a joke.

She did it while I was asleep.

I haven't had time to take a shower yet.

Patient.

Looks like Mr. Mulder had a pretty rough night, too.

Let's up him to 10 milligrams Valium IV.

Please write your instructions on the chart.

Oh, Helen, would you do you see Ms. Raines aminophylline?

No problem.

What's the program here?

Word of mouth's good enough for her?

Dr. Griffin, you and I have had our problems communicating.

If you write everything down, there won't be any misunderstanding.

Understanding.

I gotta find a way to get back on top with Rosenthal.

Tough climb for a guy like you.

Nice cloth.

Oh, you just missed Helen.

That's okay.

She left her wallet in the seat of the car.

Could you give this to her?

Sure.

You grew a beard.

I'm not used to the whiskers yet.

The only place I can grow hair, though.

Listen, Helen told me about the walkout.

You're divorced, sorry.

From 9 to 5, I'm a federal mediator.

Well, there'll be no negotiations in this dispute.

Robert met someone else.

Looks like a merger.

Too bad.

Mates lose interest.

Dare at you across the breakfast table one day and wish they saw someone else.

When I was married, I always kept a sports page in front of my face.

See ya.

Hey, come on, yellow team!

What about the big red machine?

Are you kidding?

They retreated to defend their flag.

How can you be so sure?

Know your enemy, Chandler.

Red team's all accountants.

They're gonna cut their losses and run.

We doctors from the inter-hospital squad will excise them with surgical precision.

Now, come on.

And don't forget.

If you're captured, they get ten points, so it's better to take the fatal shot for five.

Are you trying to escape?

Well, I had a little spicy chorizo this morning.

Ah, you lower G.I.s from St. Eligius stink.

Whoa, whoa, friendly forces.

Hey, you really take this seriously.

I thought we were just playing a simple game of capture the flag.

It's no big deal, Boomer.

It's just a little, uh, competition.

A little planned strategy, that's all.

Yeah, a chance to blow out all that pent-up testosterone and see what we miss not being Audie Murphy.

Yeah, we're running around with guns shooting at people.

With paint pellets.

Hey, it's the whole idea.

This is simulated war.

We're pretending to kill other human beings.

This is a harmless way to let off steam.

We're doctors.

Exactly.

All smiles and bedside manner every day.

Need some way to blow out the carbon.

Not Boomer.

He never gets revved.

Victor, we spent a whole night trying to get a bullet out of Wayne's chest.

I know.

Your brother died in Vietnam.

Doesn't bother you glorifying battle?

You know something?

You're the one taking this too seriously.

Let's split up.

Chandler, you're with me.

All right.

Should we buddy with you?

Nah.

Get this filled and take the iron supplement daily, okay?

An RH problem?

It's genetic.

There's nothing you could have done about it.

Any word?

Results of the amnio still aren't back.

All they have in the gift shop down there are chocolates, and stuffies.

That's cute.

What are you looking for?

Literature.

For the baby.

A little prenatal preschool.

Like your sister Claire did with William?

Oof, that baby is a wizard.

You.

I'm gonna read you the classics.

The Iliad, The Odyssey, Ted Williams' Art of Hitting.

We'll listen to music, we'll talk.

I've talked.

I'll talk.

Still got five months before you graduate from the womb.

Hatching super baby, huh?

Competition for the top schools is rough.

Boston Latin, Yale.

My child will have the educational opportunities I never had.

Here you go, Dr. Turner.

Oh, Dr. Ashland is looking for you.

Need some help?

Oh, thanks.

Just as I thought, the M.D.O.

results indicate we should do a fetal transfusion as soon as possible.

That operation you mentioned.

I'll insert a needle through the womb into the peritoneum and replace the baby's blood with R.

H.

Negative.

Well, what are the risks?

Infection, stimulating labor, fatal injury to the feet.

There must be some other way around this.

I'm afraid not.

Too much of the baby's blood has been destroyed already.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I want a second opinion.

Of course.

I can recommend another doctor.

I can find one on my own.

Thanks.

Could you excuse us?

Ah, I missed.

Specialist.

That guy's tough to knock off.

Your brother was a NAM, huh?

Yeah.

Son of a gun.

Real thing must have been terrifying.

Yeah, Nathan sent home lots of letters.

The thing he hated the most, though, was those tunnels the VC built, you know, just wide enough for a man.

Someone had to go in there and flush out the enemy.

They sent him in a couple of times, knife in his teeth, .45 in his hand.

No room to move around.

Dark.

Dirty.

Didn't know if Charlie was in there.

Waiting.

Son of a gun.

I had him wide open.

I missed him.

How did your brother handle that place?

Nathan had big ones, you know.

When his draft number came up, he was gone.

No two ways about it.

You know, the call I would have heard was a Canadian goose.

You know, his first letters he sent home were full of glory stories, souvenirs.

Then after six months before he was killed in Quezon, he sent the family a letter.

Dear Mom, Dad, Phil, I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

It's all you were... I love you.

CCU, cardiac care unit.

State of the art patient life support systems.

Mr. Kuehl here had near total occlusion.

Of his left main coronary artery.

Coronary bypass prevented a fatal myocardial infarction.

Laser and geoscopy can achieve the same results without a major surgery.

True.

Oh, Donald.

Hi.

This is Dr. Yuri Peltrovich.

How do you do?

Hi.

Donald Westphall.

Nice to meet you.

How's the tour?

Well, actually, I've got patients.

If you just take Yuri... In Moscow, one of the local cardiology clinics is located on the top floor.

Of a five-story walk-up.

And patients with bad hearts have to climb up all those stairs.

And if they make it, doctors say, you're fine, go home.

Sounds like Boston City planning, doesn't it?

I don't understand.

Short on funding and logic.

Oh, it's so strange.

I see such abundance, efficiency, care.

And in Russia, we don't have enough antibiotics, bandages, cotton.

What Soviet doctors could do with your garbage?

Look, why don't you tell Donald all about it?

I have some surgery reports to review.

Share some of your sob stories about Ethiopia.

Dr. Gray, I'm looking forward to working with him.

It's a different breed, you know.

It's pit bull.

Come on.

What a treat having lunch together.

I'm so glad you came back.

Yeah, well, since I couldn't get the United folding chair to sit down at the

bargaining table, I have the rest of the day.

Mmm, can't pass up an eggplant.

It looks yummy, but I'm watching my weight.

Excuse me, guys.

Thank you.

Join me for lunch?

Sure.

Um, I gotta get another shot of Fizax first.

Jackie.

How's your name on it?

Why are you so mad at me?

Not mad.

I just think you've got a scruple loose.

Everybody has me pegged for a jerk.

Sure, I booted the pooch a couple times, but what's a guy got to do around here to get a second chance?

Hi, Helen.

Hey, how you doing?

Nice guy.

Met him earlier.

Thinks the world of you.

Been on and on.

What a great nurse you are.

How lovely.

The guy's hot for you.

Oh, don't be a twit.

Oh, I'm telling you, in my line of work, what's unsaid is often most important.

When it comes to expressing wants, I've learned how to read the really small,

unspoken signals.

He's a boy.

And you're not attracted to him?

Sir?

Well, he's in good shape.

He's got great hair.

And looks like Michelangelo's David.

Yes, he does.

And what about me?

What do you see when you stare across the table?

Sauce.

What?

On your tie.

Uh-oh.

Just as I thought.

I'm nothing more than one of those pathetic, bald, middle-aged men who drool.

Pass salt.

It's great being outdoors.

Boomer.

If you don't want to be here, you can leave.

You don't have to fight.

If you do stay, I think you'll need this.

Fifth grade, Stevie Hill used to beat the snot out of me every day after school.

Even if I came late, changed my route, turned the corner, there he'd be.

Had the same problem?

Yeah, how'd you handle it?

Worked out a system.

Every week, I'd give the class bully my milk money.

I'd mail it to him.

Well, I never fought back.

My father tried to teach me to box.

When I'd see Stevie, I couldn't even block his punches.

One time at the kitchen table, my mother was cleaning my bloody lip with a dish towel.

My father, he came home from work, just stared at me, shook his head.

As he walked out of the room, I heard him say, What do you say, pansy?

Nice guy.

Parents want their kids to be strong.

They want them to be able to defend themselves.

I don't know.

Victor, doing my community service work at Newcastle Prison, I allowed myself to get raped.

How much do you take before you strike back?

Boomer, you really think fighting Nick Motes would have done any good?

Did you guys quit?

No, I just thought we'd stop before we went a bridge too far.

And more.

Morrison, you go that way.

Ehrlich.

Oh, here.

Here.

Cover your head with it.

Shot anyone yet, Ehrlich?

Come in.

Here I am.

What's up?

Your patient, Gail Gillette.

They wanted a second opinion.

Dr. Glenn agrees with my diagnosis.

Nurses, so she's scheduled for an in vivo transfusion as soon as I grab a cheeseburger for lunch.

Would you like some tea?

Yes.

Those patients who have filed malpractice suits in the past?

I got the memo.

The Gillettes are suing an entire surgical team at the Immaculata Hospital in Baltimore for three million dollars.

That's a lot of whip out.

Point is.

Hospital trustees are skittish about litigious patients.

I would suggest that you explain this operation carefully to the couple.

Make certain that all proper consent forms are signed.

And if possible, get your conversation with them on tape.

Even if I do, Daniel, this is a risky procedure.

I can't I can't possibly cover every angle or eliminate the dangers.

As an obstetrician, your malpractice premiums are the highest in our profession.

A sizable lawsuit could seriously affect your future ability to practice.

I'll explain everything to the judge again.

You know, there's a computer service for patients, too.

It lists all the doctors in America who've been sued for malpractice.

And we don't want you to wind up on that list, Roxanne.

Please, look around.

Mark Craig has guided this surgical department into the modern era.

Bypass machine.

This is the Eligius station.

This is amazing.

Well, I'm sure that once you've started operating here, you're going to wonder how

you ever got along without all these wonderful tools.

You have 14 operating rooms here.

Why is this one idle?

We can be saving lives right now.

Mark, for me, this is a utopia.

What's the matter?

Trouble with the patient?

No.

I just got off the phone with Josiah Bartlett.

Yuri, your surgical license was denied.

What?

You won't be allowed to practice medicine here.

Never should have had that chorizo for breakfast.

Remember kids, save those wrappers.

Last request?

A wet nap?

Wild.

We need to talk first.

I want you to thoroughly understand the risks of this procedure.

Is there something you didn't tell us?

No, but I'm not sure I made myself clear.

The transfusion could send Gail into labor.

You explain that.

And you are aware there is some possibility of fetal demise.

Are you making excuses before you begin?

You know, you're not giving us a lot of confidence here.

Mr. Gillette, your name was spit out by our computer.

Apparently, you're suing some doctors in Baltimore.

That lawsuit is none of your business.

Doctors have to protect themselves.

That doesn't give you the right to invade our privacy.

I don't like this any more than you do.

The doctor-patient relationship is supposed to be based on trust.

Trust?

Lady, I don't even know you.

And you're asking us to let you handle the single most important event in our lives.

And then if it goes wrong, it's, oops, sorry, these things happen,

don't hold me accountable.

How am I supposed to operate?

My ability's undermined by your attitude, by your suspicions.

I will do the best I can, but I can make a mistake, and I have to live with my conscience the same as you do.

Dr. Turner, I trust you.

Please help us.

Listen, Yuri, I'm sorry things didn't work out the way we'd hoped.

But at least in this job, you'll be involved in medicine.

I mean, it's not the law, but the blood bank is still vital in health care.

Hematology.

Important, yes, but it's only diagnostic.

In surgery, you and I were enabled the blood to circulate through the body,

pumped by the heart and arteries.

We have repaired the sustaining life.

And I will not be in the OR to see the blood spout to heal.

Listen, be patient.

We're appealing the board's ruling.

Hey, Benoit!

Where are you?

I'll have to dig up Dr. Benoit.

He's the guy in charge here.

Let's get out of here!

Missed fire, huh?

Well, let's go.

You're my prisoner.

Ten points.

Have a seat.

I appreciate you opening up some time for me, Elliot.

Didn't want to make my problem sound like it was life and death.

Oh, no, the first thing you learn in dermatology rotation is that oily skin is an emergency.

Actually, I'm here for my hair.

Um, what hair?

Exactly.

Oh, you want to re-sod, huh?

Well, medically, you have a few choices.

Um, plugs, where you take healthy hair and transplant it to the bald area,

if you don't mind pain, scabs, and looking like a doll's head.

Um, then there's, um, hair weaving, which is the same as plugs, except you look like a great barber.

Could be infant ago.

What about lotion?

Oh, hydrocort, thanks.

I was talking about a new drug.

It's supposed to grow hair.

Oh, oh, minoxidil.

It was originally developed to lower blood pressure.

Some of the users started to look like werewolves or Michael Landon.

Then they started to use it experimentally on bald patients and promising results.

Trowel it on.

You know, that's the problem with dermatology patients.

Patients, only concerned about cosmetics, never about the possible side effects,

you know, like increased heart rate and difficulty breathing and weight gain.

Calm down.

I mean, you don't know what it's like in this department.

You know, people come up to me all the time.

They say, here, look at this.

And I cringe.

I mean, they lift flaps of skin and spread their folds, bear this, expose that.

And then they expect me to touch them.

Sounds awful.

You know, teenage girls with a few zits, no problem.

Old men with liver spots, spots, doesn't even rattle me, not even planter's

wards, but ringworm, weeping dermatitis, eczema, seborrhea, psoriasis.

Look, why don't I stop that, huh?

Look, no, no, no, no, no.

You came here for me to help you.

I'm here.

I just have one question.

What's that?

Shampoo this morning.

And conditioned.

Oh, no problem.

Hey!

Hey!

Gail, I need you to lie very still.

Dr. Wade's trying to locate the baby's position with the ultrasound.

After I've entered the peritoneal cavity with a needle, I'll inject 60 cc's of matched blood.

There's the head.

Feet.

Little hands.

Hand folded, stay with me, Jackie, sorry, okay, Gil, you feel a slight stick,

and after that, you shouldn't know we're there,

all of the baby moves, I'm not taking any chances on this one, can you tell if it's

a boy or a girl, do you really want to know, folks, folks, first things first,

it's just about there,

almost there, blood's here, Here.

The baby's moving.

I can't enter the cavity from this angle.

It's still on the move.

All right, I'm with you.

Don't let anything happen.

Lie still.

I can do this.

What's cooking?

The pulse started running away.

It's at the 150.

I'll help you here, Mr. Scott.

My heart.

Jumping out of my chest.

Anesthetic signal atrial tachycardia.

I'll get the tensile.

We'd have to start an IV too much time.

Dunk your face in here.

Come on.

It worked.

I've never seen that done before.

Cold water stimulates increased vagal tone, cardioverted him.

Reduces heart to normal rhythm.

I'm sorry about the wet PJs there, Mr. Stroud.

I'll get you a fresh gown.

You know, I tend to forget you do know your medicine.

I guess people just see what they want to see.

Dr. Griffin, why don't we assume that you and I started off on the wrong foot and wiped the slate clean?

I've always loved clapping the erasers.

Thanks.

We played the Boston Pops team last month.

They were better than you.

You.

Oh, man.

Boomer?

Boomer, yeah!

Yeah, Boomer, get the flag!

Get the flag!

Get us out of here!

Hey, you're out!

Come on, he nailed you, Morrison.

Hey, be a good boy.

Wait a minute!

Just a game!

Just a game!

And nurse, medical any, breathing آه, آه, آه, آة Day-oldApp Nat surprised her

son-in-law amputated in defending with being shot.

Richard.

Please, I want to show you something.

Helen.

Ms. Rains.

Oh, yeah, I did see the Ravanoff line, like you said.

No, I just looked in on her.

You'd better start it up again.

Hi, Richard.

What did you want to show me?

Not here.

It's private.

Oh, Richard, did you try that minoxidil I prescribed?

Actually, I...

Well...

Wow!

That stuff really works.

What do you pay?

What do you think?

Do you want me to be honest?

Completely.

Well.

Richard Clarendon.

It's just on my way to tell you how I feel about that useless computer blacklist.

I can already see how you feel.

You don't know the half of it.

Dr. Turner, perhaps we ought to discuss this in my office.

No, I don't want a chance to cool down.

I just finished Mrs. Gillette's transfusion, and because I was made to

feel paranoid, I hesitated and second-guessed myself.

And that is the quickest way to lose a patient.

I'm a good doctor, and today I felt like an accident waiting to happen.

How did the surgery go?

Mother and baby are fine.

Thanks for giving me room to kick like a mule.

Hospital.

I saw you earlier with a patient.

Why do you clean the floors?

Well, I'm a physician's assistant.

Well, I mean, I will be in a couple of years anyway.

But in the meantime, I do double time as an orderly.

Luther Hawkins.

Yuri Petrovich.

Dr. Peltovich?

Not in your country.

Unable to get certified.

Yeah, me too.

All my previous experiences as a paramedic, plus the million years I spent at St.

Eligius, I still come up short of my PA license.

Medicines.

You must be very upset.

You're damn right, but I've got Dr. Auschland and Dr. Westphall on my side.

They spoke up, helped me whip the bureaucracy so I can get ahead.

Yeah, but you're still push mom.

Well, it's not important where you come from.

I mean, look at me.

I'm a guy from a poor neighborhood, very few opportunities, but what counts is where I'm going.

You do what you got until something better comes along.

You don't give up on your dreams.

You gotta keep fighting for them.

That's America.

I'm sorry.

About my meltdown earlier.

I didn't mean to yell at you.

You know how hard it is walking around with this image cloud hung over my head, huh?

Of course, you wouldn't know.

Everybody likes you.

You're just a sweet, small-town girl, uncomplicated, never throw any curves.

Reserves.

It's open.

Gail's resting.

This whole thing's been a lot of stress on her.

Both of us.

Count me in too.

You can sit if you want.

Dr. Turner, as far as I'm concerned, this baby is a miracle.

Immaculate conception.

Manner speaking, yeah.

See, the reason I'm suing those doctors at Immaculanda in Baltimore, I went in for a

hernia, they botched the job, they tied off the testicular artery by mistake.

I ended up losing a testicle because of their care, incompetence.

I see.

Now, I know that a man doesn't need both to be fertile, but still, you get scared

something else might happen, and that's why I was uptight with you.

You wait and see, though.

My child will be a super baby.

Prenatal education has just begun.

Gun.

Thanks.

Mr. Gillette, good luck with your lawsuit.

I mean it.

Find out the truth if you can.

But remember, there are no guarantees in the OR or in our kids.

That little baby of yours isn't PC Jr. You can't program him.

Give nature enough room to work a little magic.

I think I'll start a new game.

Conscientious objector.

Take a bus across the border to Canada, shoot yourself in the foot with a paint

pellet, wait till Jimmy Carter gives you amnesty.

How you feeling, Boomer?

I don't know.

The biggest casualty was my Hershey's.

Listen, guys, I'm sorry for dragging you out there today.

What a goose egg.

Those accountants are really into violence.

Yeah, well, working with numbers all day, you would be too.

I guess playing a game makes them feel like they're facing up to real life and death situations.

All we have to do is walk in the ICU.

Victor.

Pudge, come on.

Join the Schritz Brigade.

No, thanks.

I'm trying to keep my pores closed.

I just came here to congratulate you.

Oh, thanks.

For what?

Oh.

Oh, maybe I wasn't supposed to say anything.

Elliot, don't do this to me.

Guy popped you pretty hard, huh?

Hmm.

Did my share of swinging.

Bobbing and weaving and, well, actually, you didn't have much form, but.

...

Looked like rock-em-sock-em robots.

Robots, arms and legs flying every which way.

I don't know what happened.

Getting chased, someone coming after me.

Finally had to draw the line.

Tired of running.

Does that make sense?

Makes perfect sense.

I was gone.

And it felt great.

Getting even with all the Stevie hills Nick motors satisfaction only lasted a few

moments didn't accomplish anything just created new problems well this steam is

not making me feel any better tonight I'm out of here I'll see you later boom oh

love you I could never leave your energy surgery, your body.

Not in front of the hospital.

Well, let's find a side street.

Now listen, listen, let's talk.

What's gotten into you?

Are you still interested in me?

Of course I am.

Look at me.

I mean, you can't because I'm sitting down, but underneath all these clothes,

I'm just as rumbled as they are.

Remember our first time at the motel?

I was embarrassed.

Well, it was right after my I had my mastectomy and breast implant.

I was afraid you'd reject me.

But you were so at ease.

I had nothing to lose then.

Now?

Well, you rotated husbands every four years.

We've been together almost two.

Richard, the clock's not running.

I lost my... I started to lose my hair in junior high.

I.

By 12, I was already dubbed the Fender.

Guys like Griffin would have been so jealous of that kid's duck tail.

Our voices were getting deeper.

We were supposed to be growing hair, muscles hardening, just becoming men.

And I already looked like somebody's grandfather.

Disqualified myself in the race for women.

Today, all those insecurities came flooding back.

You know, after all my marriages, I've finally begun to look at a relationship from the inside out.

When I gaze at you, I don't see a bald head or a slight paunch.

I see the man I love.

What slight paunch?

Yuri hasn't said a word since you two came home.

Home.

He's probably trying to decide how to drop the bomb ski on Masha.

Explain his license was rejected.

If you ask me, Yuri's ready to catch the next plane home.

Oh, you really think he'd return to Russia?

If he does, poor Masha will be devastated.

For the life of me, why anyone would want to live in the union of Soviet socialist republics?

I mean, lousy cars, second-rate housing, You're standing on line to buy food.

I mean, this rib roast is the best shot Marsha has of keeping Yuri here.

Here we go.

Okay.

Take a look at the size of this rib roast, Yuri.

Oh.

Huh?

This is nice.

Very nice.

Okay.

All right, let's pass the food.

Yuri, you were told nothing of hospital.

Hospital.

Well, first day was informative.

I want to say something.

Dr. Craig, Mrs. Craig, thank you for your generosity.

Masha, your political views forced us to leave our homeland.

You raised your voice against oppression.

And today, I met someone who reminded me that we have to fight for what's important to us.

Thank you.

Now, somebody else who helped me to realize that this country is a place where

individual struggle is not only possible, it's celebrated.

That people must be allowed to improve themselves and help others and make mistakes.

Headaches, a toast to you and to our new life together here and to America.

Here, here.

Not the baccarat!

And other medical staff, and many more.

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Hospital, emergency room.

Hospital, emergency room, emergency room, emergency room.