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Morning Warren.

How many times do I have to order you to vacate?

No way.

Come on. Even if a garbage truck is com'in?

That's an exception.

Why don't you live out on a dumpster anyway?

You can at least find a good restaurant.

This isn't my home.

I keep telling you, Warren, I'm protesting.

Styrofoam cups, plastic forks, and spoons, disposable diapers,

paper towels, vials, plasma bags, plastic gloves, bloody bandages,

soiled linens, syringes, assorted excreted materials.

I know what's in there.

I dumped out the stuff.

I mean, one hot day I even blew my lunch

the stench was so bad.

Warren, do you have any idea where all that stuff is going?

Yeah, to the dump.

Yeah, where it will be burned or buried to foul our air and seep into our water.

Yeah, well, standing around in the dumpster isn't going to help.

One person can make a difference.

I'm targeting this hospital and its parent corporation so that my strike will really matter.

What, your hunger strike?

How many days so far, Dick Gregory?

27.

And a few days ago, I stopped taking liquids.

During an operation, everything we touch contributes to the risk of infection.

This study seeks to discover how surgical scrubs might be contributing to these dangers.

Participants in this program will be well compensated.

They'll also be operating completely in the buff, isn't that right?

With the exception of gloves, masks, and caps.

And everyone will be shaking their booties, wearing surgical footwear, I mean.

Where'd Weigert dream up the idea for appendectomies au natural?

Studies were conducted in Sweden, where the adventuresome spirit is alive and well.

And since Weigert can always use the money from the Grant... But aren't we forgetting about the big organ?

I beg your pardon?

The skin and all the bacterial population that goes along with it.

Surgical teams will be required to shower thoroughly before entering surgical suites.

I want to caution all of you.

Do not sign up just out of curiosity.

This is no place for prudent interest.

Weigert is taking this study quite seriously.

Operations on actual patients will be conducted in a single designated OR where traffic is light.

Am I too late to sign up?

- Today Tuesday or Wednesday? - Wednesday.

- Tuesday. - Sure?

No, Wednesday.

48 hours of ICU rotation.

I can barely see straight.

We need to draw multiple blood cultures, determine whether we're using the right antibiotics to treat his infection.

Finally got the IV in.

Boy, his veins are shot.

All temps up, 101.

Give him mesitaminophen?

That would mask an important symptom.

We need to know if he's febrile.

Fever, low BP, deteriorating renal function.

Out of all the diagnoses these symptoms could indicate, I can't imagine how we hit on toxic shock.

We were right.

That's what matters.

What if we can't figure out a way to cure him?

Blood pressure's unstable.

Worry about mental status?

Or liver failure.

Read to me the last liver function tests.

I don't... I can't find the report.

Move.

It's hard enough analyzing this data without wasting time looking for it.

What's the matter with you?

Same as you, I'm beat to hell.

And still we're expected to keep this guy alive.

And the only way we can do that is by going over and over the paperwork together.

Charting, graphing, looking for signs, for signals, to help us evaluate trends

and alter treatment until his condition reverses.

Now finish updating his latest vitals.

I got rounds.

You said you need to talk to me.

I lied.

Come on, let's swap a little spit here.

No, no, no, honey, honey, please.

I'm behind on my patients.

With Craig missing in action, department surgery is running like McHale's Navy.

Victor, you said you were going to reassess your priorities.

Stop letting this place stress you out so much and spend a little time together.

From your lips to Gideon's ears.

I'm sorry, honey.

I gotta run.

Oh, Dr. Griffin, one of the orderlies found your New Testament.

Thank God.

I understand you in here are pretty chummy these days.

Yeah, it must seem weird to a lot of people around here, me becoming born again.

What I'd like to know is, do you speak in tongues?

Sometimes, when I'm praying.

Oh, no, of course, I shouldn't cry.

I mean, that would be like asking you to show me the secret hand handshake.

You know, I'm not wild about the guy either, but religion's pretty personal.

Why are you taking shots?

Griffin trashed his reputation around here.

He's got a complete makeover going.

I smell a born-again phony.

I told you not to make a bed.

Housekeeping hands out clean linens today.

Figured you'd know that.

Then they're like, changing sheets is what I'm going to be doing here.

Might as well be back on the ward.

At least here the vomit on the pecal is your own.

Why have you been practicing your women behind bars routine?

I've gone through three detox programs from A to Z.

Emergency.

Since I was 30, the longest I've been sober is nine months and seven days.

How about you?

How about me what?

When they let you out of detox yesterday and put you here with me, you kept pretty much to yourself.

My guess is pills.

Oh, pill heads are quiet types.

Times, the trouble is if you have secrets you can't get well.

Oh, muscle cramp!

Your body's still detoxing.

You'll probably have withdrawal symptoms, upset stomach, headaches, shaking, irritability.

That's part of it too.

You're so damn glib like you're having a terrific time.

Actually, it sucks.

Just trying to help.

Op.

We all depend upon each other in here.

Ask a nurse for some meds if it really starts hurting.

Tender?

How about here?

Yeah.

Hey, don't do that again, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

You know, your white count is very low because of the AZT.

I've only been back on the therapy for a week.

Well, you know, we're going to have to pull you off again.

Well, I wish you guys would make up your minds.

So I guess I'm SOL on the AZT.

So that cough of yours could be an indication of pneumonia.

I guess I get to wear another hospital ID bracelet, huh?

Well, I'd like to admit you and get treatment right away.

It's been less than a year since my AIDS was diagnosed.

At first I tried fooling myself, pretending that I didn't have it.

But lately, I've done anything possible to fight.

Meals of processed pond scum, snake venom, injections of inoculated mouse blood.

Home remedies aren't the answer.

I'll tell you one thing.

I was hoping that I would never see this place again.

Are you just after the CDs, or are you planning to take the play or two?

I'm sorry for coming in here uninvited.

Let it bleed?

Rolling Stones, a gift from my grandchildren.

Not exactly my taste.

Who are you?

I'm Dennis Neely.

I wanted to meet to say thanks.

What have I done for you?

Gave me a start in the world.

Pardon?

I'm your son.

His temperature keeps rising by points, 100.2, 0.5, 0.8.

Every time his heart rate increases, so does mine.

Yeah, I think we've been too conservative with fluids.

What is respiration?

16, 18, 20, 22.

It's not critical, but it's rising.

In other words, I'm wrong.

Again.

And I'm exhausted.

I can't understand the information.

How can I treat the patient?

Don't get hung up in the individual trees.

Try and see the forest.

Orthodontist.

And hope he makes it to Arbor Day.

Oh, end of my first year of residency.

National board's coming up.

All I know is I don't know what I don't know.

Yeah, my first year.

I'd just finished med school down in Mexico.

I arrived here unprepared, undereducated.

I was so confused.

Where's this morning's EKG?

Carol?

Yeah.

I should have stayed a nurse.

Where is he?

He stays tucked down inside the dumpster to stay out of the cold.

Sir?

Wes Pickle.

Uh, do you mind if I have a word with you?

Are you someone of authority?

Because I'm not leaving until my complaint gets proper attention.

Ah.

Well, what's the problem?

Our problem.

Every man, woman, and child in this country is holding the bag on waste.

And so is St. Eligius.

The putrefying fluvia and infectious detritus that's thrown away here every day

goes virtually unchecked as it's hauled away by private contractors.

I know, I used to drive a garbage truck and this place was on my route.

Well, then you also know that by standing in this dumpster you're risking infection.

Infection.

We're all risking infection, contamination, suffocation from the

mountains and mountains of trash we throw away every day.

Well, I appreciate your concern.

I don't want your appreciation.

Do something.

Well, you certainly got our attention.

I'll bring this problem up.

Not good enough.

I told you it wasn't budget.

Hi, Carly.

Um, um, Jackie, hi.

You're scrubbing.

Good, good.

I'll get scrubbing too.

I wasn't sure about just showing up without writing.

Oh, no need to apologize.

Guess I wanted to give myself a chance to back out at the last minute.

A few months ago, Margaret told me that we'd had a son and she'd put him up for adoption.

1939.

39.

After so long a time, how'd she find you?

When I was a teenager, I contacted the agency that had placed me with the Neelys.

Left word that if my natural parents ever inquired, I'd welcome the contact.

You must have been very curious.

I never thought we'd actually meet.

Did Margaret tell you of my relationship with her?

Just that you loved one another.

And other, but that a marriage was forbidden.

Oh, Eugenia, our Irish fire, telling her family, my rabbi, the priest, all to go to hell.

Yes?

How many milligrams a day?

What about a screatinone?

Well, give him his next dose now, run another BUN, and tell him I'll be right there.

Sorry.

I always pictured my natural father to be an industrialist, a man of steel, or something.

Well, there's much we have to talk about, but I have to look in on a patient now.

Can we get together tonight?

I'll call.

What?

Looking at you, I see Margaret's family, and my own.

Passing it across your features like a kaleidoscope.

Are you praying for my life or for my death?

For God's will to be done.

I must really be sick then.

Pneumocystis pneumonia is a serious complication.

AIDS victims generally don't tolerate standard treatment.

Are you trying to tell me that I'm already dead?

Because I don't want to listen to that.

Last time I was discharged from here, I went home to Wisconsin, and my parents

tried to take care of me, but their fear and their grief over my condition was so

depressing, especially in a minus 50 wind chill.

Now, I came back to Boston to keep on fighting.

I'll help you.

We can't fight this together.

After your exposure to AIDS, from taking that blood, I thought you wanted me out of your life.

I believe that God brought you back here for a reason.

If we only knew for what.

So that we can serve him.

Classic cholecystitis.

Prosthesis, should be a routine cholecystectomy.

Well, let's go to the hop.

Okay, everybody, I know this is a little different, but I think we should try and

put aside our feelings and perform as a normal surgical team.

Most of all, I just want to get in and get out.

And keep your eyes on the monitors, okay?

Steven?

Dr. Steven, uh-huh, we're ready.

Uh, why don't you go ahead and begin.

Too late now for a cold shower.

Number 10, Blade.

Let me get this straight.

Communication department's paying people to act?

In those instructional videos for the hospital channel.

Oh, like the one I saw, post-op isometrics.

Any good?

For the sleep-deprived.

Well, at least they pay money.

I need all the money I...

What's the matter?

Having a petty maul?

More like an El Grando.

Wonder what's in the box.

Clean up your language.

Excuse us.

Brett Johnston.

Yeah, back again, this time with numerous sisters.

How bad?

Well, he's putting up a noble fight, but to tell you the truth, I don't think he stands a chance.

Oh, good.

Shouldn't have had to be asked to specialize lunch.

Indigestion.

I think your heart's burning now.

Now, wait till you're burning down the outhouse.

Being director of medicine, director of medical education, and acting chief of surgery is too much.

You won't have to cut off the Mark Craig much longer.

His lawyers are trying to get an injunction so they can resume his old post.

How is Mark spending his days?

I have no idea.

Right now, I don't care.

Oh, what a good word.

I've just met someone, a relative, my son.

What's happened to you?

The bottom's dropped out of your testosterone.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

You've been this way ever since the miscarriage.

Look, look, I've really got to run, okay?

Have Boomer Page get him up to ICU stat.

Tell him to look, stop breathing.

Climb out, Mr. Bickle.

You see, this is what I have to do to show you people that I'm serious.

I spoke to the Weigert home office.

They're demanding you go.

No.

Well, I'm sorry it comes down to this, audiologist, but you're gonna have to be forcibly removed.

Well then come and get me.

Any idea why you're arrested?

Non-carniogenic pulmonary edema.

We should've ordered a recent blood gas and we might've caught this.

Nobody told me to order a blood gas.

Respiration rate was climbing every hour.

I assumed you made the connection.

You know I'm having trouble tracking these numbers.

How long do you think we can sustain him on the respirator?

If his other vitals don't stabilize, he'll be lucky to catch the next news week.

Wait, where are you going now?

Jack, don't leave me on this.

You can always beat me.

Jack, I know I'll screw up on my own.

There are other doctors on call.

No one who knows the case.

Come on, please.

I'm lost.

I am an all-day sucker.

Thanks.

The test results show that you've probably fainted from dehydration.

You're weak, badly malnourished.

I'd like to start you on an IV.

That would violate the principle of a hunger strike.

Yeah, I understand that.

But it's time to put that aside.

Your body is consuming itself for energy.

You need fluids now just to stay alive.

I have the legal right to refuse force feeding or rehydration.

All right, all right, wait, wait, wait, not so fast, not so fast.

When you fell, you hit your head hard enough to sustain a severe concussion.

Now, I strongly suggest that you be admitted overnight for observation.

Either that, or you risk the possibility of more severe brain damage.

All right.

No IV.

No IV.

What finer place for us to be than home.

Catherine would have been delighted to have welcomed you, but she's off visiting our daughter and grandchildren.

And more.

Besides, I couldn't get a reservation at Lockover's.

What can I do?

Crack a cold one and observe.

Corned beef is my metier.

Always slice the meat thin, angled slightly against the grain.

Nice house.

I like the paintings.

You have your mother's artistic eye.

Margaret always loved.

Atelier Dixie, nurses of New York Rye.

I've, uh, I've had a job offer from a Top 40 station in California.

Yeah, well, sit, and we can talk about it.

And now for the crowning touch, my own horseradish sauce, hot as Hades, bitter as cane.

Comes from an old family recipe, with a twist or two.

Yes, I've become quite a Cuisinartist.

Anesthesiologist.

And now, after almost 50 years, it starts with a sandwich.

Take, eat.

Does anybody have any objections to Jerry's list of interferences?

All right, Jerry.

Surgery.

Everybody in the group feels that you have been completely

honest about the effects of your drinking on the lives of others.

Good work.

That's exactly the kind of honesty and directness that means so much in this situation.

It's helpful to everyone.

Thank you again.

Now, let's see, who else was assigned to You have a list prepared.

Helen, would you read your list of interferences, please?

I forgot to bring my notebook with me.

Oh, I've heard that excuse at least a hundred times.

It's not an excuse.

You just don't want to face facts.

How would you know?

Compared to me, when it comes to denials, you're just a rank amateur.

The truth of the matter is that I didn't understand the point of the exercise, so I didn't finish it.

Well, the assignment's fairly simple.

You are to make a list of the ways in which you have interfered

in the lives of others due to your continued use of pills.

And then the group will decide whether or not you've been completely open and truthful.

Oh, well.

Then tomorrow, or the next day, We'll come back to you later.

But I don't have a list.

We'll give you time to think.

Hello.

Hi.

When I signed up for this, they told me to wear a gown.

What do I do?

Get in bed.

I hope this is about sleep, because I can use a nap.

No, actually, this is a video that'll show our patients how to use the many features of the hospital beds.

Like when they press two buttons at once and they short circuit?

Okay.

Sit back, no, up a little, here, right, like that, now we'll practice

first, put your hands on the controls, now lower the back, what's your name?

Penny Franks, Luther Hawkins, worked here long?

Since Weigert revamped the communications department, I've seen you in the halls,

I never expected to come in here.

Now raise your feet.

You do all the educational tapes for the hospital channel?

Uh-huh.

You need actors often?

All the time.

Good.

Okay, thank you.

Hmm.

This problem doesn't even show up on the X-rays.

The entire gallbladder just slipped away.

It's so necrotic.

Suction.

You know, we could be in big trouble here.

Shades of the snafu we had with that bowel resuction a few months ago.

You think all the bleeding's coming from the cystic artery?

There's so much necrosis I can't even find the cystic.

More laps.

Want Dr. Kiem?

We don't need an attending.

Victor and I had a bleeder like this last week.

Find Ehrlich.

Tell him to hurry.

More suction, Steven.

And when do you have to respond to their offer?

The job starts next month.

I can't imagine being happy about trading Denver for Los Angeles.

The Raiders would never lose the Super Bowl two years in a row.

Keep a weather eye on the liver.

I love it with onions.

Oh, I'm at your own.

I hope you haven't inherited my cripple, Alden.

When Margaret contacted me, she said you have cancer.

True.

Now what I would like is for you to stay here.

We need to pick up your bags at the hotel.

Thanks anyway.

I already told you I really don't want to impose.

You're not a guest.

Daniel, I'm not home for the holidays.

We can't pretend we spent our lives together.

Patients of ophthalmology.

I have parents who raised me.

My own family.

I can't start my life.

Their lives, over again, I'm leaving Boston in the morning, we won't see each other again, you.

Make such a big thing about the title doctor, as a nurse you still had to think

through major decisions about patients and treatments, I've been in this 18 hour bra

now for two days, I'm too tired to be modest, specialist.

A few weeks ago in the on-call, you took off your clothes underneath the

cover so Victor and I wouldn't see your undies.

Yeah, well, here they are now.

I don't know why I bother.

I'm not here to support anyway.

I think you look great.

I remember my mom saying, breasts are just fat.

Why are men interested in them?

I can't imagine jiggling around the OR naked like Jackie Wade.

I hardly feel comfortable doing that in my own bedroom.

Well, I always sleep nude.

Can't ever get warm in bed alone.

Bed.

Doesn't that sound good?

After a hot shower.

Tub.

STELLAR, STELLAR, STELLAR,

STELLAR, slide down, up, head going under.

Yeah, well, I don't see how anyone could go one day without eating.

Well, after a few weeks, the appetite disappears, stomach shrinks.

I'll admit, though, it's not so easy, ignoring food.

Yeah, well, all I know is I'd go banana, nuts, and fruity, trying not to think about food.

Your pulse is more rapid.

You're not putting out any urine.

Now, if you don't end this hunger strike, Mr. Bickle, your system's going to shut down.

Do something about this hospital's waste, and I will.

Weigert won't bother intimidation.

There's got to be some other way you can protest this.

All I want is for the corporation to take me seriously.

You could die, Mr. Bickle.

Doctor Chandler.

I never stood up for anything in my life.

I drove my garbage truck.

I mined in my own backyard.

But one day I woke up to how we were ruining our planet.

And if we don't quit, pollution and waste will do us in any way.

So why not make a final stand now?

I interfered in the life of my.

Medical insurance, socioeconomic services, animal health, medical staff, Evidence.

Service, Mission, Information Systems, parameters to all kinds of biological information.

Injuring people while I was driving drunk.

I interfered in the lives of my children, Alex, 22, Sarah, 19, Sammy, 14,

by my continued drinking, which caused my husband, Raymond, to divorce me and separate the family.

Any objections from the group?

Okay, Marjorie.

Oh, plenty of time.

Helen, you ready?

I still don't see why I should have to do this.

You were asked to prepare interferences for today.

Everyone else has completed the assignment.

Give it a shot.

I...

I interfered in the lives of my co-workers by being late and forcing them to cover for me.

I interfered in the lives of my children because I was spacey and not there for them.

That's all that comes to mind.

End.

Anyone in the group have any objections?

Yeah, I do.

That's a real half-assed list.

How about getting down to truth and reality?

What about the doctors you con for pills?

What about the lying?

What about the promises you didn't keep?

Your patients?

You have no right.

Hell, I don't.

Marjorie's a member of the group.

I don't care about the group.

Helen, your list is a little We have so much bloody homework here.

We have reading assignments.

I don't see how we can be expected to... We're all doing it.

Oh, shut up.

Helen.

Shut up, Simon.

What are you afraid of?

I'm not.

You've interfered in other people's lives.

I know that.

Tell us about it.

I... Oh, God.

Tell us about it.

I overdosed someone.

A patient.

I killed Judge Farnham.

Oh, God.

Steven, get that bleeder.

Snacks.

I just can't figure out this anatomy.

Knock, knock.

Victor, thank God you're here.

Jump right in.

Should I take that offer?

It's going to be a memorable chapter in my autobiography.

You're dressed.

Yeah, which is more than I can say for you.

Cute wine-stained birthmark there, Gotti.

What do you think you're doing?

You got a call you needed me?

Here I am.

Like I was in the building.

This is a controlled study.

You can't wear clothes.

Bad enough dreaming about being naked in high school.

No way I'm going to live that nightmare.

If you want to, just leave.

No, no, you've already blown the experiment.

That's a mess, huh?

All the necrosis.

I can't locate anything.

I thought we could use the same technique for blood control as we used in the Smith operation last week.

Okie doke.

Right angle on a sponge.

You find the hepatic hematocartic artery, the cystic should be nearby.

Okay, mop and suction, kids.

Get ready with the hemoclips.

What's the problem?

Until you came in, we were doing fine.

Being naked became meaningless.

We started working together as a team.

And I feel embarrassed again.

Me too.

All because I'm wearing clothes?

Compared to you, we're naked, exposed, vulnerable.

Vulnerable.

Hey, I didn't ask you to volunteer for this experiment.

I need the money, okay?

And I needed to take a risk.

I've never been happy with my body.

I figured operating in the nude would give me a chance to be free of my body.

For a while, it was liberating.

Now I wish I could get my hands on a fig leaf.

If I were you, I'd go palm fronds.

Yes.

Good morning.

Weather's warmed up, snow's melting, first hint of spring today, I came to say

goodbye, nothing I do to stop you, make you change your mind, no,

I understand you have your own life, but ever since Margaret told me I had a

son, I'd hoped that someday we'd find and the rest.

I'd be lying to say I don't feel a connection to you.

I hear something distant in your voice, speaking to me.

I'm glad we met.

Daniel.

Breathing.

Weak, but on his own.

So you think he's turning the corner?

Fever's down.

Other vitals are stable.

Good chance.

All right.

So what do we do now?

Keep him on the respirator half the time until he's breathing entirely on his own.

Continue watching his renal function.

Well, I should know what we did.

Maybe you found the right antibiotic to treat his infection

or just kept him alive long enough for his body to fight back.

Careful.

Last night.

Let's just forget it.

Can we do that?

We should.

I agree, but I've been thinking about our kiss ever since.

Me too.

I just don't want to end up in bed.

You're right.

Joanne's in Seattle with the kids.

She and I haven't been together for months.

That's the end.

The neato.

How about you?

What, Jack?

Didn't you?

Yes.

A lot.

Okay, then.

Okay, then.

What?

I'm not sure.

No sex.

Definitely no sex.

Or that either.

So much residency has been, like, the last two days.

And going home to be by myself or with Lizzie.

I just want someone's comfort.

A person I don't have to explain at all to.

I want someone to hold.

Someone not alone.

What happened?

Came in and found him like this.

Couldn't wake him up.

Mr. Bickle?

Mr. Bickle!

I already tried.

Doesn't respond to deep pain simulants either.

Pulse is 115.

BP is 80 over 50.

He's unconscious from hyponatremia.

What do we do?

Lucy, draw some blood, start an IV, normal saline, 500 times, too.

The church says he refuses IV fluid replacement.

Get the IV, Lucy.

Is this legal?

I don't know.

You just can't let the man die.

Help me find a vein.

Beautiful day.

March may go out like a lamb, after all.

That desperate for a cigarette, sir?

I'm weeding these butts from my flower box.

Smokers will use anything for an ashtray.

Getting ready to plant, huh?

Already have, last fall.

Tulips.

Thought perhaps today I'd see a shoot.

Still too early.

Well, so much for grabbing a breath of fresh.

Bye-bye.

Victor.

Yes, sir.

You lost a child recently.

Patient.

Lucy miscarried.

All those hopes, suddenly gone.

Maybe it's for the best.

Perhaps.

I hope these tulips survive the winter.

I look forward to seeing them grow.

Wait a minute.

What is that?

Heart.

It's green.

Swizzle stick.

All of the following people who are connected to St. Eligius Institute.