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Tonight on St. Elsewhere. Is Reinhard acting as an individual or as a member

of a terrorist group?

I don't know that.

Well, could you give us the name of the victim?

Catherine McAllister. She was in the bank.

Two of the major vessels to your heart are 90% obstructive.

I'm going to save you. I'd like to learn how to swim.

You can't swim.

You don't have to.

You moron.

You know, you're a joke, Ehrlich.

I mean, any idiot could have gotten that signature.

I said there was a bombing three days ago that my wife Catherine was hurt.

She's in a coma.

Why'd you do it? You wouldn't understand.

Dr. Jameson, 113. Dr. Jameson, 113.

Every four hours, Skilling. He's been due for over half an hour.

Do you think you can free yourself to give him his medication?

I got 32 patients to cover Dr. Morrison and only two hands.

Mr. Reinhardt blew up a bank and two people died. And the lady upstairs in

ICU is very critical. I'll get to him when I get the chance.

Give it to me.

Didn't realize you had such a soft spot for terrorism.

I don't care if you don't like your job skilling. Just do it.

I'll call you the next time he rings for assistance, Dr. Morrison.

When I just roll over a little bit, this leaves the paint.

Where's Westfall?

This press conference has dragged on long enough. I want to go get something

to eat before I'm 30.

Dr. Westfall, will Reinhardt be in any condition to stand trial?

Well, as we stated previously, Andrew Reinhardt sustained multiple abrasions,

a concussion, several small facial lacerations.

He's in some pain, but he's in no present danger.

We consider his condition to be satisfactory.

Is Reinhard acting as an individual or as a member of a terrorist group?

I don't know that. You'd have to talk to the police or the FBI, I think.

Was there a specific reason why he set off a bomb in the bank?

I'm sorry, I can't answer any of these questions.

I'm here to give medical information.

Well, could you give us the name of the victim, the woman that you're treating?

Yes, her name is Catherine McAllister. She's 32 years old. She's from

Minneapolis, Minnesota.

What's her status?

Well, she's listed as serious.

Well, that's not... exactly correct, Donald.

We consider her condition to be critical.

She was technically dead when she arrived here.

Under the guidance of Dr. Ben Samuels, our trauma team initiated emergency life

support measures, which resulted in reviving her vital signs.

Dr. Samuels, did you actually bring Catherine McAllister back from the dead?

Well, in a clinical sense, I suppose you can say that's true, yeah.

Have you been involved in cases such as this before?

Yes, I have.

This...

Actually,

Dr. Craig has had far more experience with this sort of thing than I have.

Hundreds of times.

As I was saying, Catherine McAllister sustained abdominal wounds with intra

-abdominal hemorrhage.

How long did you operate on her, Dr. Craig?

In point of fact, I was not the surgeon of record.

But as department chairman of surgery, I was in constant communication with the

surgery team and served in a supervisory capacity.

Now, that is not to say that I was holding the surgeon's hands.

But my boys are the best.

I'd put them up against any big-name team in the country.

Boston General may have its matinee idols and art gallery walls, but when it

comes to bread and butter, medical care, there isn't a hospital in this state

that can beat us.

We have our hand on the pulse of this city.

Now, we are aware of the public perception of our institution, which has

been fostered by you gentlemen, as a second-rate hospital.

Now, I am sick.

Of hearing this hospital snidely referred to as St. Elsewhere. Let me

tell you something.

St. Allegius isn't elsewhere.

This is the place to be.

What were the surgical procedures, Dr. Craig?

I was getting to that.

Hey.

Listen up.

Now, first we did an exploratory laparotomy.

You mean he wasn't holding your hand?

The man never ceases to amaze me. I'm here.

It's insane.

We're on call every other day. That's 36 on and 12 off, and then 36 can drag on

to be even more.

I don't know what I'm doing. I think I'm killing people.

That's why we have backup.

Oh, come on, Phil. The senior residents can't back us up. They don't have the

time. They just finished operating on six people in the last two nights. Now

they're getting some sleep to operate on the next guy. They don't have the time.

It's economics.

Hey, I had to borrow $60,000 to make it to medical school. That means I'm going

to be paying off $500 a month for the next 20 years.

Where are the violins?

I know it's rough, Chandler, when your old man puts you through.

Not really.

Morning. Morning, sir.

Dr. Armstrong, how's Mr. Gorski?

We ruled out osteo and decided it was just a soft tissue infection that we've

been treating with IV antibiotics.

How's he been responding?

Well, as far as the infection goes, fine, but he's getting really abusive

and he's threatening to walk out. Sounds like Mr. Gorski's suffering from cabin

fever. Three weeks in bed with an infected toe. Well, if the antibiotics

have been appropriate, why don't we just give him the equivalent in P.O. meds and

send him on his way?

Hallelujah.

Dr. White, how is our hypertensive Mr. Lindley doing?

Not very well. He's shaking the DTs, but we still need to get a handle on blood

pressure. And what medication has he been on? I do chlorothiazide, 50

milligrams, BID.

Have you considered trying proponamol? Yes, sir. 40 milligrams, TID,

intermittently over the last two years.

Morning, Mr. Lindley.

Ah, the hours. Oh, the hours. I used to fantasize about sex. Now I dream about

his sleep, losing my rabbit impulses.

She had a rough night. Who's that?

Catherine McAllister, the bomb victim.

Her neural status is the same? Let me check.

Still in coma.

Glasgow scores improved, occasionally voluntary movement. A left pupil came

down. What about her husband? Did they locate him? Yeah, they got him late last

night. He's flying in from Europe this morning.

No infiltrates? No cardiomegaly? No, her heart size is normal.

Maybe she threw up when they were in the room.

Dr. Rogers, 1742.

Is she an hysteric? No, she's homesick.

She says she wants to go home.

A poor inspiratory film.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

Only down to eight.

Morning, Dr. Craig.

Get another PA, Bute.

What about a lateral?

Excuse me.

Mr. Broadwater, how are we this morning?

Feeling pretty good.

Well, I have some good news and I have some bad.

Two of the major vessels to your heart, the left anterior descending artery and

the circumflex artery, are 90% obstructed.

But I feel fine.

You didn't feel fine when you had those chest pains walking up a flight of

stairs now, did you?

Did I have a heart attack?

No, but when we put you on the treadmill, your electrocardiogram

indicated ischemia.

And the angiography, do you remember when we put the dye through the heart?

Revealed obstruction.

Very serious obstructions. 90% obstructed? Let me show you something,

Mr. Broadwater.

What does this look like to you?

A rubber tube.

Arteries are tubes that carry the blood and oxygen from the heart. Now, bear

with me.

If we obstruct the flow of blood and oxygen to the brain, what do you think

happens?

I don't believe this.

I'm only 40 years old here. You're fat. You smoke.

Your father died of a heart attack when he was 42.

But doctor, there must be some... You're walking a tightrope, Mr.

Broadwater. If it isn't the stairs today, it'll be washing the car

tomorrow. Or bouncing your little boy on your knee. Or if you're lucky, when

you're sleeping.

Oh, my dear God.

Now for the good news.

I'm going to save you.

How? Triple bypass.

Surgery?

We'll give you a few moments to think about it.

Notify your loved ones. Do I have your complete cooperation?

I guess so.

Excellent.

What's the matter, Levine? It's been two days and Reinhardt still won't eat.

Okay.

What's the problem?

Food stinks.

It stinks for everybody.

Is this some kind of protest?

You're a real quick study.

Listen, if you're thinking hunger strike, forget it.

We don't look very kindly on attempted suicide. You wouldn't believe the

paperwork.

If we have to, we're going to stick a tube down your nose, into your stomach,

and feed you that way. That won't taste very good either, but you are not going

to starve.

I rightfully pulled them out.

And if that doesn't work, we'll put main lines right into your veins. And if you

pull those out, we'll put you in restraints.

Because, you know, we don't have to deal with this.

Wise gun.

Listen,

what we did was irrational, yes, but it was spontaneous.

It was based on pure emotion and strong mutual attraction.

Personally, it was incredibly satisfying.

And neither of us has anything to be ashamed or guilty about.

Oh, Wayne.

You're so good.

And I'm so bad.

I'm bad.

I'm so bad I can't even tell you. No, you're not.

Yes, I am.

I'm bad.

And you're so good.

No, Kathy, I'm not.

So good.

I'm not. The best way.

I'm not.

Very good.

So, Jane, how are we feeling today?

Oh, I see we're Tweety today.

You know, I was hoping that we were going to be Jane today.

But I guess we're not.

All right, let's see.

What kind of bird are we?

Are we a sparrow?

We're much too pretty to be a plain old sparrow.

A robin?

I didn't think so.

Well, I don't get it, Tweety.

I give up.

Again.

A mockingbird.

A mockingbird!

What took you so long, Dr. Beale?

That's the state bird of Mississippi, your home state.

Oh, it's very good. Very good.

What happened over the weekend?

I was married to Marlon Brando, but he didn't like the way I spoke French.

Time goes round and round.

Who put those stupid clocks in this place, anyway?

Marlon Brando loves dark women because he can't see them.

Your father still hasn't called?

Fear of flying can be a real problem.

Well, I guess we're all afraid of something or other.

Yeah, but for a bird, it can be disastrous.

What are you afraid of?

Well, I'm not too fond of water.

So we ordered a second PA and lateral.

Uh-huh.

So our Ashlander calls in Volker and Ragusa.

Uh-huh.

What did they say?

They didn't. Huh?

Napkins.

They got us wearing paper napkins in the OR. Look at this.

Started with diapers, worked its way right up to surgical linens. I love

Broadway's. How's the woman you operated on, that one in the bank?

Well, she made it off the table, but the prognosis is marginal.

The terrorist, what's his name? That's your patient, right?

Here is a real delight.

No, no idea.

Well, two things you don't choose, your parents and your patients.

Cheer up. It'll get worse.

Dr. Derwin, please come to recovery. Dr. Derwin, please come to recovery. She's

11 years old, and she's got a body like Sophia Loren.

Come on, Fiscus.

I'm serious. I see it all the time.

This is just a theory, but you see it all the time. Nine, ten-year-old girls,

bodies by Fischer.

I don't know about you guys, but when I was in the fifth grade, I do not

remember girls looking like that. As far as I can remember, the first girl that

struck me that way was B.B. Wellness, and that was in the ninth grade.

Hamburgers? Exactly.

Those fast food hamburger joints, they fatten the cattle with estrogen, right?

Hormones, because it's more economical.

It's common knowledge. It's all economics.

Life and death is economics.

And hamburgers.

You couldn't afford to buy a hamburger if they didn't fatten the cattle with

estrogen. Where does it go? It stays in the meat. It doesn't all get

metabolized. It doesn't all get passed through the cattle's urine. It's still

in the meat. And that, my fellow workers, is why we see all these

pubescent little girls, nine and ten years old, with developed breasts.

Well, it isn't quite ready for the New England Journal of Medicine, but...

I mean, not only that, I'll bet that estrogen is causing a rise in testicular

cancer and blood. So what do you think?

Has Dr. Berger seen this?

I didn't want to bother him.

Since he's the best radiologist we've got, I think he ought to take a look.

No books at the table, though. It tastes too much like the food. It's very

confusing. I was scrubbing with Craig this afternoon.

Oh, yeah?

That's very interesting. I hope you're up on the vascular anatomy of the heart.

I'm working on it.

Yeah, I saw him throw a scalpel at a resident once who didn't have it down,

you know.

Well, he just nicked him a couple of stitches. Nothing to worry about.

Oh, for God's sake, how long has it been?

It's been over an hour.

Mr. and Mrs. Reinhardt? Yes. Yes, how do you do? I'm Dr. Morrison.

How do you do?

Fine. I'm treating your son. Yes. How is he?

Well, he's, uh...

Can we talk in here? Please.

Dr. Copperman reporting X-ray.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Sorry. Can I get you anything? Would you like coffee or anything? No, no. I'm

fine. We just like to know.

He's in pain.

Of course Dr.

Dilla puts it down in the report that Mr. Francis is doing fine. His bowels

are doing wonderfully. It's his hives that are killing him. My nurse tells Dr.

Dilla the old man is going to kill himself if he doesn't get any relief.

Dr. Dilla looks at Mr. Francis and all he sees is bowels. Bowel vision.

Then he dresses my nurse down for writing a report on his hives when he

was admitted for his bowels. Are you listening to me? He still has baby fat,

for Pete's sake. Mr. Francis?

Andrew Reinhart. I'm talking to you about Mr. Francis. I know, I know. Do

you suppose the hives could have anything to do with the operation? What

do you mean?

I don't know. Some allergic reaction. To what?

I don't know. You're a doctor. You're supposed to know. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Donald, the new FBI.

First... It's mustaches, then hot tubs, then creative divorce.

Thank you, partner.

The FBI is concerned about security. I told them not to worry that we're going

to move Reinhardt up to the jail ward as soon as there is an empty bunk.

Go into the bathroom. Hey, man, you are not my boss. I'm not on your case. I'm

just trying to get this thing right, man. Just get off my case, man. Get off

his door.

Well,

man, he comes over... Shut up.

Ben?

Ben?

What? You look terrible.

Surgery last night?

No, I was sending all my card game out to Essex. Oh.

Poker?

No, crazy eights.

Well, I guess it's probably a bad time to ask for a favor, huh? Right.

I'd like to learn how to swim.

You don't know how to swim?

Nope. But your old man was a shrimper. I mean, all the stories about the Gulf of

Mexico and shrimp.

You can't swim?

Not a lick.

I thought you might be able to help me.

Pass.

All those stories about you being the backstroke champion of Dartmouth.

Butterfly. I figure you're the best man for the job.

What do you want to know how to swim for? I mean, you already know how to

drink. Drinking's a lot more fun.

You can't drown.

Ben, you know I'm a camper.

A backpacker.

I've been dating this lady, Rebecca.

And I promised to take her river rafting on the White River.

What'd you do that for?

It's for her birthday.

So what do you say?

Buy her a cake.

I could really use your help, Ben. Bill, you're a psychiatrist.

You're supposed to understand subtext, right? I mean, what I'm saying is no,

but the subtext is drop dead, drown, I'm tired.

Surely we can strike some sort of bargain that would be mutually

advantageous. No, no bargains. Surely we can do that, Ben. Bill.

I think this is something to consider. No, dear. Oh, I really do, Ben.

Something to consider.

Eight years you've been living in the United States and you still don't speak

any English. Is that right? You still don't speak any. Come on. You can't

speak some of these. You can't get around the United States unless you

speak some of these. Come on now.

I'm going to talk to you in English, and I want you to answer me in English,

because this is the United States, man.

Now, what's bothering you? How long has your belly been hurting you?

I don't want to hear that!

It's about time.

I've been calling the nurse.

I guess the buzzer's out.

It smells terrible in here.

Yeah, well, I told you I was calling the nurse. What was I supposed to do?

I'll get somebody.

I heard you saw my parents.

Yeah, they seem like nice people.

You surprised?

They're worried about you.

Well, that's what parents do, you know.

Worry.

I bet your parents are really proud of you.

A doctor, respectable career, making all that money.

Where you from, Stretch?

Washington State.

Washington State.

You're all right, Morrison.

You take good care of me.

I understand something.

I'm a doctor.

As long as you're my patient, I'll take care of you.

I may hate it, but I'll do it.

I'll get somebody to change the sheets.

And make sure you get someone in to fix the buzzer.

Come in.

Stephen McAllister.

Mr. McAllister. Please, sit down.

They said there was a bombing three days ago, that my wife Catherine was hurt.

How is she?

She's in a coma.

What happened?

A bomb went off in a bank.

We're from Minneapolis.

I'm an attorney, maritime law. I was in Italy when they got hold of me. I took

the first...

Is she going to live?

She suffered considerable injuries, Mr. McAllister.

Both her lungs were collapsed by shrapnel, and we had to remove a section

of her large intestine, and as I say, she's in a coma.

And we don't know why, whether it's a concussion from the blast or temporary

insufficient oxygen supply to her brain.

Catherine's a psychologist. She's here for a conference.

She always takes a train or a bus because she's afraid to fly.

I would like to see my wife now.

Beneath right auricle to coronary sulcus. The posterior descending branch

runs down the posterior interventricular sulcus to apex.

And the good old marginal branch, Dr. Craig, follows the right margin to apex.

You got it.

You're a chump, Randy, is what you are.

Because you bought from Crichton in the first place. And in the second... I

don't want to hear it, Randy. I don't want to hear it, Randy. In the second

place... We're going to finish this conversation. What? I need another

cautery in four.

In four?

Erickson, he was supposed to have been out of there an hour ago. He's taken it

from a simple to a radical and threw two cauteries off the wall. Yeah, Randy,

just barely. Well, that means I've got to take a sterile one off of Dunbar's

case.

Samuels has a stapler for the Hendricks colon, but he hasn't got the staples.

Third, maybe fourth drawer.

And in the second place, Randy, just somebody down there lost a 50-case

receipt after having bought the 50 retail to begin with.

I need these stamped.

Did anesthesiology clear Broadwater?

Koshar cleared them, but I couldn't get them stamped.

Why not?

He wants to think it over.

You moron!

You know, you're a joke, Ehrlich.

I mean, any idiot could have gotten that signature.

When I'm on that board, I'm on it to stay.

I cut when I'm ready.

Not tonight, not tomorrow.

Today.

Get that line off my name.

Yeah, Randy.

Dr. Craig.

Just what the hell do you think we're running around here anyway, Mr.

Broadwater? The consent form. You didn't sign it.

I just want some time to think things through.

You just want to have some time, Mr. Broadwater? If you're six feet under,

you'll have plenty of time. Think about that.

Here, I need a witness.

Feels fine. Good. That's good.

You want to come out toward me a little bit?

What they say is that you should think of it as just a great big old bathtub,

is what they said.

Now, what we're going to do is we're going to kickboard all the way down to

that end of the pool. All right?

That's an obtainable goal at this point, is it?

Look, it's okay.

I'm going to be right here beside you. All right?

All right. Let's push off. Put your tummy on the board.

Kick. All right.

Not so hard. Not so hard. All right.

Good. Good.

Easy. Just relax.

Easy. Easy. Just relax. Relax.

Kick from the hips.

All right.

All right. Good.

Good.

Excellent. Way to go. Way to go. From the hips.

All right.

Good, Bill. Good.

The old shrimp would be proud of you.

I think I got a cramp in my leg. All right. Now, it's probably just your

knees knocking together.

All right. Now, just relax.

We're going to go back the same way we came.

Put your belly on the board, and let's kick.

All right?

All right. Let's go.

All right.

From the hips.

Remember? I'll feed it again, Bill.

Just keep kicking. No, no, no. I feel it. No, no. Come on. Keep kicking.

You're all right. Come on. Just hold on. I think I'm all right.

I'm all right. I'm all right.

I'm all right.

I'm all right.

I'm all right.

I'm all right. I'm all right.

I'm all right.

I'm all right.

I'm all right.

Stay on the land field.

Go mountain climbing.

Do not move from the land.

Gases? pH 749, PCO 238, PO 296.

140,000 hits of nicotine a year for at least 15 or 20 years from the looks of

this mask.

Who here smokes?

Dr. Ehrlich smokes.

Figures.

Got a hole.

You smoke, Louise?

Not so much as a puff.

Filthy habit.

My wife tried starting 25 years ago, right after we got married. God knows

what got into her.

But I nipped that one quickly enough.

No smoking in the car, no smoking in the house. I mean, if you want to smoke, you

go out in the front lawn where everybody can watch you.

And gargle before you even look at me again.

A filthy habit.

What's the main flow?

Flow meter.

Uh, 60 to 65.

Thought you got me a better name than that.

Try it again.

Uh, yeah, 68.

Give me that.

78.

Moron.

I'll take this.

Ehrlich, what are the arteries of the heart?

And you want to be a surgeon.

Dr. Craig, your scrubs are coming apart.

What? They're melting down the back.

Oh,

for God's sake.

Prep the next grad.

I'm very sorry about your wife, Mr. McAllister.

I hope she'll be all right.

Yeah.

To tell you the truth, I'm having trouble making any sense at all out of

these excerpts.

Dr. Cavanaugh suggested that I come to you.

Says you're short of breath.

Yes, sir.

There's some question of rails in the lower left base.

Has she ever been in Mexico or the San Joaquin Valley?

I don't know, sir.

Interesting. Interesting.

See this?

And look at those granulomatous changes there.

Hmm.

I think what we need is a new set of x-rays.

Repeat them.

including oblique views.

You can't be my husband. It's still dark out.

I put the eggs in the fridge, ma'am.

Where do you want the butter?

Your brother called.

Yeah? What's up?

He graduated.

Gun and badge and everything?

And everything.

The bottle light's a little weak.

What time is it?

Oh, now don't go getting old on me.

I'll be right back.

Are you on Thursday night?

Uh-uh.

I got some Celtics tickets from the sports department.

Uh-huh.

It's just an exhibition game or something, but I figured a freebie's a

freebie, and with your love for the Celtics only being outweighed by your

wild and passionate love for me, I grabbed them.

Starts at 7.30.

Press box and everything.

Time to go to work?

Yeah.

Now, we're going to meet here every Saturday and Thursday for the next

month.

By the end of that time, each and every one of you will be a swimmer.

Right? Right!

Okay.

Now, I'm going to read out the class list. Please raise your hand when I call

out your name.

Julie Seltzer.

Hugh Beale.

Right here, ma'am.

You're Hugh Beale?

Yes, ma'am.

President accounted for.

The fundamental problem, Leon, is that cops carry guns, not hypodermics. And

it's... Dr. Fenneman, report to radiology.

Dr. Fenneman, report to radiology.

Hey, so you choked. Yeah, choked. I almost wet my pants, my paper pants.

Craig's evaluating me. He thinks I'm an idiot.

You better spit it out while you're trailing him in post-op. I feel sick

just thinking about it.

Ms. Boynton, please come to therapy. Ms.

Boynton, please come to therapy.

Morning, Morrison. Dr. Westphal.

Well,

it isn't the good Samaritan.

I'm changing rotations.

Another resident's going to be taking care of you.

Did you come down here to tell me that?

No.

Catherine McAllister.

She was in the bank.

What was that all about? Was I supposed to feel something, Morrison?

What do you feel?

You mean legally or in my soul?

Legally, it was an accident. In my soul, none of your damn business.

I've got so much anger towards you, and it hasn't made for good doctoring.

Yeah, I know you say you believe in something, that you did this for a

reason. I know that.

But what you've done is a chilling perversion of everything human.

You're privileged, Reinhardt.

You've been handed everything.

Why?

Why'd you do it?

You're soft.

You're weak.

You wouldn't understand.

No.

No, I guess not.

Take him back to his room.

Well,

hello all. How are we doing?

Everything seems fine, Dr. Craig. Well, we wouldn't have it any other way, would

we?

How you feeling, Mr. Broadwater?

Great. That's terrific.

You have the look of a survivor.

No bleeding?

Oh, and this must be young master Broadwater.

You know, you look just like your dad.

You know what I have here?

This is a letter from my son. He's grown up now and he's already in medical

school. He's doing just fine.

Eighth in his class.

Congratulations. And do you know what he wants to become when he's finished

studying?

A surgeon.

Just like his old dad.

Someday, if you're lucky, maybe he'll operate on you.

Fathers and sons.

Well, you really do look half well, Mr. Broadwater.

I'll be back tomorrow.

Mrs. Broadwater, your dad's going to be just fine.

I'm the only one who could have saved his life.

Excuse me, Dr. Craig?

Uh-huh? You know that question, the one you asked me in surgery?

Yeah.

Well, I thought that maybe I... Yeah?

Well, I thought that maybe now would be a good... Today, Erlich. Today.

Okay.

The right originates in right erotic sinus, runs to the right beneath right

auricle to coronary sulcus.

Posterior descending branches down to the posterior interventricular sulcus to

apex. The marginal branch follows right margin to apex.

Excellent, Alec.

Excellent. Mrs. Barker, please come to admitting Mrs.

Barker.

Son, is there anything you need that we can get for you?

Money.

I need it to buy off the orderlies and the practical nurses.

It's the only thing that gets them moving.

You want to bribe them?

Oh, Lois. It's not bribery, Mother.

It's called tipping.

How much do you need, son?

Well, the bigger the tip, the better the service.

A couple hundred.

We talked to that lawyer, that Mr.

Raveling, and he said that things aren't as bad as they look.

No? No, he said there are basically two ways to go, since it's your first felony

charge, and you didn't intend to hurt anyone. No one was supposed to be in

there when the bomb went off.

What's the second option?

Well, it's temporary insanity. Mr. Raveling seems to think that he knows

some psychiatrists who will be sympathetic.

Look. You tell that old bastard we want to see some results, right?

Because, I mean, if he can't do the job, we'll get someone better.

I know you can do it.

You're not going to let those pigs hang me out to dry, are you?

Son, we'll do everything we can, you know that.

I know you will, Dad.

You'd never let me down before.

Uh-huh.

Dr. Westphal.

Can we talk?

I was just leaving.

Okay.

Sorry.

Jack.

My kids won't let me tuck them into bed anymore anyway.

What's up?

I saw Mr.

McAllister outside his wife's room.

Boy, what a shame.

Is she going to be all right?

Everybody keeps asking me that, and I keep saying the same thing. I don't

know.

You know, it's ironic, isn't it?

Reinhardt sets off a bomb.

Kills two people.

Maybe a third.

And he's gonna be okay.

And we do everything we can to make sure he's gonna be okay.

And the only thing he feels for you or me or McAllister or his parents or...

Anybody.

His contempt.

This obnoxious, withering sarcasm.

And we do everything we can to make him okay.

We can't choose our patients.

When I got out of college, my folks wanted me to go to law school.

But my wife and I...

Had other plans.

We bought a van.

Traveled around the country for a year and a half.

Said we wanted to experience things.

But the truth is, I just didn't want to go to law school.

And the reason I didn't want to go is because I knew I didn't want to defend

someone who's guilty.

Now, I understand why lawyers have to defend guilty people and why doctors

have to treat terrible human beings.

But I've got to tell you something.

The reasons aren't good enough.

Because in order for me to be a good doctor, I've got to separate my feelings

from myself.

And that scares the hell out of me.

Because if I don't know what I feel, I don't know what I believe in or who I

am.

You know, when I first started my internship, I was a very happily married

man.

But I fell in love with one of my patients.

She didn't know it.

I don't think she knew it. Maybe she did. I don't know.

But I'll tell you something. I suffered. I used to carry her x-rays around with

me.

That is true.

Oh, I don't know. Sometimes, you know, doctors starting out care too much, and

then they get older, they don't seem to care enough, and they seem to become

inured to their own feelings or to other people's pain.

You know something?

I think you would have made a damn fine lawyer.

Good night.

Good night.