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Blair General Hospital Information.

No, sir, I can't ring Mr. Boyd's room.

No, they operated on him this morning.

Yes, an apen.. An apendi..

An apen..

Yes! I took it out!

Oh, Sally?

If you're not busy tonight, how about you

and me grabbing a quick sandwich and catching the early show at a movie?

Excuse me.

Blair General..

Oh, hello, Irene!

Sure, I had a grand time last night.

I was out with Mr. Gustakis in a Pittsburgh.

First to a classy cocktail bar

and then dinner at a hotel

where the soup was two dollars a plate!

And then to a nightclub

with real champagne!

'Oh, well, good-bye! See you later.'

Uh, what was you saying about tonight, Joe?

Oh, I.. Nothing.

Nothing at all.

- Good morning, Dr. Lane. - Good morning.

- Oh, hi, doctor. - Good morning.

Uh, has Nurse Mary Lamont checked in yet?

- Yes, ten minutes ago. - Oh, thank you.

You know, I got half the notion to take a good poke at that guy

trying to cut in on Doc Kildare's girl.

Control yourself, muscle-bound.

If your pal Kildare don't do anything about it

why should you stick your nose in?

What's she giving him a tumble for anyhow?

Why not? The way I see it there are only two things she can do.

Jump off a bridge over Jimmy Kildare or go out with this guy

in spite of the fact that he's single

rich, and good-looking.

Yeah, he'll need his dough.

Up in brain surgery they're commencing to call him

the undertaker's friend.

Emergency.

Yes, Nurse Lamont.

'Dr. Kildare?'

Yes, he went past the desk

but I don't remember if he was coming or going out.

Thank you, Sally.

Is Dr. Kildare in?

Dr. Kildare is in Dr. Gillespie's office.

And everything is okay.

Gillespie shut himself up in the other room.

Thanks.

Mary, I get an hour off today.

How about having lunch?

Jimmy, that will be wonderful.

'Kildare!'

Uh, yes, Dr. Gillespie?

But I have to make a phone call first.

'Kildare! Jimmy Kildare!'

Coming, Dr. Gillespie.

Mary, you have another date for lunch, haven't you?

If you already have a date then you mustn't break it.

Besides, I-I'm not sure Dr. Gillespie will let me off.

- But, Jimmy, you know.. - Dr. Kildare!'

'Can't you hear me?'

I-I'll be right there, Dr. Gillespie.

No lunch, Mary.

Kildare!

This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard of. Uh..

Jimmy, you've had a pretty busy morning.

- Why don't you-- - What did you want, sir?

You were saying something was ridiculous.

Aw! This report on a Rufus Ingersoll.

Jimmy, Rufus Ingersoll's been examined

by every department in this hand-painted institution.

Here are 27 different reports

by 27 different doctors without a mistake in one of them.

Why, it's impossible!

Parker!

Parker!

Uh, Mr. Rufus Ingersoll should be treated

with kindness, sweetness, and light.

Will you kindly send in Mr. Rufus Ingersoll?

Yes, doctor.

Uh, let me handle this, Jimmy.

Good morning, doctor.

Well, Mr. Ingersoll, good morning!

And how are you feeling today?

- Never felt better in my life. - That's fine. That's fine.

Because your system's in a state of collapse.

Sit down before you fall down.

Mr. Ingersoll, you're suffering from a bad case

of what we might call the dangerous age.

You've been living too young. You've been eating too young.

You've been drinking too young. You've been..

Yes, you've been thinking too young.

And all because you fancy yourself

to be in love with a young girl in her 20s.

And what's the result?

Your stomach is overworked

your heart is overstrained

and your kidneys look like the Battle of Gettysburg.

My age has nothing to do with it.

I'm still a young man.

Yeah, young enough to make a fool of yourself.

Dr. Gillespie, I came here for medical advice.

Okay, you take a large dose of common sense.

Of course, your personal affairs have got nothing to do with me

but medically speaking

my advice is that you should lead the life

of a gentleman of 50 with his wife and children.

Otherwise, Mr. Ingersoll, one of these fine days

you're going to drop dead.

Good day, Mr. Ingersoll.

This way, sir.

Next patient!

Next patient!

Well, how can I examine you with your uniform on?

Examine me? I don't understand.

Well, I called for the next patient and you pop in.

You must be the next patient.

Have you forgotten Mr. Grayson's waiting in the next room?

Why in the name of common sense didn't you tell me?

Because you told me.

- Well, now, just shake a leg! - Yes, doctor.

Now, wait a minute.

Uh, tell Grayson we'll be in right away.

Yes, doctor.

Say, what's your opinion on Grayson?

You think he's going blind?

Mmm, case history shows

an increasing pressure on the optic nerve.

Every indication points to an enlarged pituitary gland.

Um, that agrees with my diagnosis.

What do you prescribe?

An operation.

Removal of the tumor. The sooner the better.

- You positive of that? - Yes.

Well, it's the only chance he has outside of a miracle.

You're absolutely right.

But the final decision to operate is up to the surgeon.

Well, that's one thing we can do for Grayson.

Get him a good man.

Means you have an idea.

I wouldn't dare have suggested anyone but you.

Doctor Gregory Lane.

- Gregory Lane? - Yes.

I know there's been some talk

he lost several patients in a row.

But people don't realize that sometimes patients die

because there's no chance of recovery.

What are you trying to prove?

Well, I'm not trying to prove anything.

But I feel positive that Lane's a fine surgeon

and the medical profession needs him.

Well, what brought Dr. Gregory Lane

to your eagle eye?

Didn't you once tell me he was the most

promising young surgeon ever came to this hospital?

Oh, I did say he had a fine pair of hands

but his judgment's worried me lately.

Well, there's one sure way to check on his judgment.

How?

See what he says about Grayson.

Aren't you always telling me that anyone who agrees with you

is a darned good doctor?

Ah, you're getting too smart for me.

Go on, get in there.

- Good morning, Mr. Grayson. - Well?

Mr. Grayson, uh..

It's as bad as I thought, isn't it?

Mr. Grayson, our advice is an operation.

A very delicate operation.

I understand.

I insist on the operation.

You see, I.. I'm not afraid of anything.

Except going blind.

We're going to send you to one of our very best brain surgeons.

Will you tell Dr. Lane I'll talk to him

after he's examined Mr. Grayson?

- I'm very grateful to you both. - Never mind us, Mr. Grayson.

We'd be pretty bad doctors

if we didn't do everything humanly possible for you.

I know that.

But we both know that the final power of life and death

is still in the hands of the great healer.

Yes, Mr. Grayson, that doesn't change.

Dr. Carew is on the phone, sir.

Thank you.

Well, good luck, Mr. Grayson!

Thank you, doctor.

Hello, Carew!

Well, how is the head of this gold-plated palace today?

Oh. Oh, I'm fine, Leonard.

Mr. Paul messenger just phoned.

You're to inveigle Kildare

out to the institute this afternoon.

Dr. Squires will show him the place and offer him the job.

Have you said anything to Kildare about it yet?

No, not a word.

But in justice to everybody

I'm going to do my best to make him accept.

That's more than generous, Leonard.

You lose him, I know it will be an awful blow to you.

Blow? It'll be an earthquake.

Well, since you're not gonna take your hour off.

Am I right?

And I want to talk to you anyway

let's go and dig our graves a little deeper with our teeth.

Miss Parker, lunch!

Drat that Molly Byrd.

If I don't drink at least one glass of milk a day

she hides my cigarettes.

I know it's good for me, but, ew, I hate the stuff.

Ah..

What made you hesitate about Grayson, Jimmy?

For a moment, I wasn't sure.

'What made you decide?'

It was my best thought on the subject.

That's the one most important thing

for a doctor to know.

'To face situations with nothing to lean on'

'but what he's learned.'

Yes, even in my short experience

there's been times when my blood ran cold.

And yet you had to act like the almighty.

With life in one hand and death in the other.

You had to do it, and you did.

That's what I call being a born doctor.

Couldn't have learned that from you, could I?

Mm-hmm.

Aren't you going to drink your milk?

Oh, sure, sure, sure.

But don't try and change the subject on me.

Jimmy, you'll make mistakes

but let them be your mistakes.

Use your eyes, your heart, your brain, your instinct.

Make up your mind and then go ahead.

Eh..

Do you think I'll ever learn half what you know?

Well, you'll have to begin where I leave off.

And do you think you're being fair to me?

To yourself? To the medical profession?

Well, what do you mean?

You haven't seen Dr. Lockberg

in two months. Why?

Because I'm a good doctor

and I know what's the matter with me.

Cancer isn't necessarily hopeless.

Well, every time I intend to call Lockberg up

something important turns up.

Nothing is that important.

Look, if I'm to finish any part of what you've started

you'll have to stay here and teach me as long as you can.

Alright, Jimmy.

I'll call him this afternoon to come over.

I already told him to be here at five o'clock.

Why, you I'm..

Come on, come on, drink your milk.

Ah..

The things people do for the sake of their health.

Don't think you can hide from me, Dr. James Kildare.

Now, look here, Molly Byrd

this is my bedroom

and even the superintendent of nurses

hasn't got any right to come barging in--

Oh, be quiet.

Dr. Kildare, Nurse Morgan informs me

that you supplied patient 1124 with a new suit of clothes

from the hospital emergency fund.

Oh, yes, I did. But you see, Miss Byrd, I--

I see everything. You had his old suit burned--

I ordered that suit burned as a public precaution.

Oh, public precaution my foot.

Why, the man had nothing more contagious than a broken arm.

I personally examined that suit of clothes

and found definite traces of leprosy.

- Leprosy? - Leprosy.

Bubonic plague, house maid's knee

and a slight trace of Scandinavian hookworm.

Scandinavian hookworm, you fool.

Besides, Molly, there was a job waiting for him

if he had a good suit of clothes.

Leonard Gillespie, you haven't drunk your milk.

Molly, no matter what else you can say about me

I'm a man of honor.

I said I'd drink one glass of milk

and one glass of milk I drank.

Give me my cigarettes, please.

Then how is it the bottle's still full?

'You'll drink this glass of milk' or no cigarettes today.

Ah.. Now give me my cigarettes.

Well, they're still in your pocket.

I forgot to take them out this morning.

Oh, what friends.

When you've been trying for 25 years

to force somebody to take care of himself..

...it's a little hard to break the habit.

Well, if you can get along without me for a while

supposing I run up and have a talk with Dr. Lane.

Yes, Grayson's in pretty bad shape.

Let me know when Lane wants to talk to me.

That's what I meant to do.

Then later in the afternoon

we're going for a drive in the country.

Well, now you're beginning to act sensibly, sir.

It'll do you a world of good.

Well, maybe.

I've ordered a nice big car

so the three of us will be comfortable.

- Three of us? - 'Uh-huh.'

You and me and Nurse Mary Lamont.

Yeah, well, why not Mary Lamont?

She isn't engaged to Dr. Lane

even though she did go out with him last week.

'What do you expect her to do?'

Die an old maid because you only get $20 a month?

I don't expect her to do anything of the sort.

Oh, Dr. Gillespie, I guess, it's pretty obvious to you

how I feel about Mary Lamont, but I can't and I won't

say anything to her about it.

After all, $20 a month is $20 a month.

- We're ready, Dr. Lane. - Good, let's go then.

I want to see you after this operation.

Dr. Lane, a package arrived for me this morning.

It contained a dozen pair of beautiful silk stockings.

- Silk stockings? - Silk stockings.

I'd send them back except for three things.

I don't know where they came from I can't prove you sent them

and besides, they're awfully pretty.

I don't know a thing, but I'll admit anything

if you'll have dinner with me tonight.

Alright, Greg.

We'll celebrate a successful operation.

I need a successful operation.

Oh, it's only the fools who were talking.

Anyone knows mortality in brain surgery is high.

Yeah, but you can't explain that to a dead patient.

Dr. Gillespie still believes in you.

You're operating on his patient, aren't you?

Mm-hmm. I still believe in myself, Mary.

But this time, I've got to..

We've got an operation to do. Come on, Nurse Lamont.

How are you feeling, Mr. Grayson?

Sleepy.

That's from your shot in the arm.

I'm going to do my best to fix you up as good as new.

Oxygen.

Adrenaline.

Hurry!

Never mind the adrenaline.

Mary.

Jimmy, do you have a cigarette?

- Oh, Mary. - Please, Jimmy!

Give me a cigarette.

Alright.

By the way, Dr. Gillespie wants you and me to..

Thanks, Mary.

Dr. Lane, I was in the gallery, and I--

The operation was a success but the patient died.

Mary.

They're so new, aren't they?

Just off the assembly line this morning.

Forty one brand-new lives.

Sort of evens things up, doesn't it?

- You mean about life and death? - Mmm.

I didn't think about it that way. I just happened to come here.

Well, your instincts were right.

It's the best place you could have come to.

'This is what it's really all about.'

Jimmy, Dr. Lane did everything he could.

No one could have done any more, could he?

No one.

See, Mary, I prescribed an operation.

Lane agreed and performed it.

We both knew how, how slim the chances were.

That's our job and it's one of the hardest things

we have to learn.

- I haven't learned it yet. - Oh, neither have I.

Mmm! That's what people need.

Pure sweet air to fill your lungs with

and open up your pores to the sunshine.

What's the matter with you, Mary?

You look as if you hadn't opened a pore for months.

I did surgery today under Dr. Lane.

Oh, Mary, that patient had one chance in 100

of living through the operation.

One chance in a million of living without it.

You're absolutely right.

I reported that fact to Carew, too.

What did Dr. Carew say?

Well, what could he say?

Too many people dying.

Dr. Gillespie, Greg needs help.

Dr. Lane, I mean.

You're right, Mary.

Something ought to be done about it.

Isn't anybody interested in where we're going?

We're going to the Messenger Institute at the university.

Who told you?

It wasn't me, Dr. Gillespie.

I suppose you told him why, too!

No, sir. I didn't know that.

Well, then I'll tell you.

We're going to the Messenger Institute for medical research

because I've got business there.

And I'm taking you two along for the ride.

Of Mr. Messenger's open-handed generosity

this building, with its magnificent equipment

'is a shining example.'

Now, listen, egghead.

Uh, the eminent and imposing Dr. Squires

was known as egghead in medical school

for reasons you're both too young to know.

Leonard, I once busted you in the snoot for that

and I'm just the guy who can do it again.

Now, listen here, Squires

we all know this is the finest institute in America

but come to the point.

Very well. The point is, I have a job for Dr. Kildare.

Job for me?

Well, if it hadn't been for me

it would have taken him two hours to tell you that.

Dr. Kildare, Mr. Messenger feels

'that he owes to you his daughter's sanity'

'perhaps her life.'

Yours was a remarkable instance

of correct diagnosis and treatment.

I congratulate you.

Tell him the job pays 500 a month.

$500 a month!

'And you'll have a free hand here'

'to pursue whatever research you choose.'

And if you tend to your knitting

and when you're an old married man

you'll inherit egghead's job

20,000 bucks a year. That ain't hay.

Well, why don't you say something?

Don't stand there like a bump on a log.

How.. Well, it's..

The sort of thing you dream about.

I.. I..

Dr. Gillespie, you knew all about this?

'That means you want me to take it?'

Do I want him to take it.

You hear that, egghead?

These youngsters are hard to please.

You show him the house that goes with the job.

- House? - 'Oh, yes.'

'Shall we go see it?'

- I've ordered some tea. - Tea!

When I first knew him

he thought clean shirts were effeminate.

Now he drinks tea.

It's Mr. Messenger's idea

that a man does his best work

when his home surroundings are ideal.

Thank you, George.

You think you could be happy here, Dr. Kildare?

Happy, why..

You'd be crazy if you couldn't.

Well, you show her around, Jimmy.

It's your party, you know.

I feel a little tired.

I think I'll stay here and have a spot of tea

with Dr. Squires.

Maybe a crumpet or two.

Well, egghead, how am I doing?

If I hadn't known differently

I'd have thought you really wanted him to take the job.

This is the greatest opportunity

Jimmy will ever have in his life.

And if he takes it, well, all I've planned

will come tumbling down around my ears.

Well, all jokes aside, Leonard

won't you have a cup of tea?

Oh, suppose I get you a glass of milk.

Milk!

I'm so full of milk now

I'd be afraid to meet a calf.

- Isn't it lovely? - This isn't true.

This sort of thing doesn't happen.

But it is true.

You have everything in the world ahead of you.

I wonder.

Dr. Gillespie wants you to take it, doesn't he?

Does he?

Why, he even bragged about the salary, you remember that.

Oh, right now, I'm not thinking about the money.

But you must think about it.

It's your future, your whole life.

Who was it wanted you to see this house?

It was Dr. Gillespie, wasn't it?

Yes, Mary.

He even talked about the future.

That's what he said.

I wish I knew what he was thinking.

Well, shall we look at the living room?

Mary, would you have dinner with me tonight?

I've got a date.

I'll get out of it, Jimmy.

'Hey! Break it up, you two!'

Well, Dr. Kildare, I think we can be ready

for you to move in say next Monday.

You're very kind, Dr. Squires

and Mr. Messenger's generosity is tremendous, but, uh..

I'm afraid I'll have to think it over and let you know.

'Of course, Dr. Kildare.'

'Think it over.

'But will you have a cup of tea?'

Uh, say, egghead

I think I'll take that milk now.

Good evening, Dr. Kildare.

You're a sight for sore eyes and why shouldn't you be?

- Short beer, Mike. - Yes, sirree!

Sure, and what more pleasant sight

could there be than a fine young son of the old sod wearing a new suit

and his own teeth stepping up to buy himself

a good drink?

- How are you, Joe? - Oh, good evening, doc.

It'll be 30 bucks any way you figure it.

A joint that gets two dollars for soup

has gotta get more than a nickel for a cup of coffee.

Say, I got it!

When we get to the golden slipper

I just won't eat anything.

That will give me a dollar sixty margin.

Golden slipper!

Well, even if you don't eat

the cover charge there is five dollars a head.

Huh?

Five dollars a head?

Even for not eating?

Oh, boys, there must be some way out of this.

Joe, my boy, maybe I can help you.

There's a drink I can mix that will solve all your troubles.

If you can only coax the lady in to sample it.

Now, wait a minute, Mike--

Now, Dr. Kildare, I'm referring

to a humble little concoction

known as the kiss of Kilkenny.

It don't make you drunk

and it don't make you dizzy.

It leaves you with one consuming thought in your mind

to sit quiet in your chair

and listen to the angels sing.

Will it keep a lady sitting here all evening?

My friend, back in county Donegal

I personally concocted one

for a giddy young thing

who wanted to be took to a dance.

How long did it keep her quiet, Mike?

Well, sir, that was 13 years ago come shrove Tuesday.

And according to a letter I received last week, she's still sitting there.

Say, I know this gal of mine.

You fix up two drinks for her

and I'll be back here in a jiffy with her.

What do you advise for dinner, Mike?

Well, I can fix you a steak as fresh as a new policeman.

- Two steaks medium rare. - Coming up.

Two steaks medium rare for Dr. Kildare.

Give them the two we were saving for the boss.

- Hello, Mary. - Am I late, Jimmy?

No. Sit down.

I've already ordered the steaks.

- Are you hungry? - Starved.

Good.

Mary, did I ever tell you

what my mother said to me

when I left for New York?

Several things. Which one?

Well, she said you will never get anywhere

trying to be anybody but Jimmy Kildare.

Jimmy Kildare is alright with me.

Well, for the past hour I've been trying to be someone else.

Why, Jimmy?

Because, if I were someone else, maybe I'd have brains enough

to say this in a different way.

Say it your own way.

I'm not going to take the job at the Messenger institute.

Miss Lamont, report to Superintendent Byrd's

office right away.

Tony, if we had a patient in this hospital

as weak as your coffee, we give him a blood transfusion

and send for his relatives.

I don't blame the nurses for squawking.

Nurses are just like husbands, you can abuse them, insult them

work them to death, jump all over them, they'll take it.

But give them a bad cup of coffee

and you got a revolution on your hands.

Oh, come in, Mary.

'I'll be down at the kitchen in ten minutes'

'and show you how to make coffee.'

You sent for me, Miss Byrd?

'Lamont, I'm promoting you'

'to staff surgical nurse permanently.'

Wait a minute, it's not that big an honor.

I'm sorry, Miss Byrd.

Of course, you'll have to be more careful about our rules.

For instance, I know that you

accepted some silk stockings

from a member of our staff.

I'm sorry.

- I'll send them back. - Mmm.

Before okaying this promotion

I must know that you plan on staying

with this institution.

I guess I'll be here forever.

Because I certainly would not give this chance

to a girl who is liable to quit her job

to get married or something.

I'm not figuring on getting married.

Now, now, child.

I don't know why I'm so silly.

Well, I know.

I wormed it out of Dr. Gillespie

about Jimmy Kildare and the Messenger Institute

and this can only mean that

he didn't decide the way you wanted him to.

I kept hoping against hope.

The only man in the world?

It's not true, Mary.

It's never true.

If it were, nine out of ten women

in this world would never get married.

And we woman can be thankful that fate fixed it that way.

Because so many times

so pitifully many times

Cinderella can't have her prince.

And if there were no other man in the world for her

how would the Cinderella's end up?

Like me, Mary.

I'm 49 years old, and what have I got in life?

Bad coffee.

No, Mary, give any woman a decent husband

with a clean shave and a pretty good chance

of getting on in this world

and she'll come so close to thinking it's love

that she'll fool him and herself.

I never thought about it like that.

Well, try thinking that way.

And stop eating your heart out.

Now get out of the mop and get to bed.

Report to surgery at 9:00 a.m. Goodnight.

- Well.. - I said goodnight!

Goodnight, Miss Byrd.

And, Mary

don't send back those stockings.

I can't.

- I have one pair on. - Oh.

Hello.

Superintendent Byrd speaking.

Beginning tomorrow morning

Nurse Mary Lamont starts as staff surgical nurse.

Salary increase accordingly.

She's to be assigned to Dr. Gregory Lane.

'If that's you, Nosy Parker, I'm taking a bath.'

If it's you, Molly Byrd, I'm-I'm not smoking a cigarette.

Anyone else can go shoot themselves.

It's me.

'Say, what do you mean barging in here'

'three or four o'clock in the morning?'

What do you think this is, a six-day bicycle race?

Well, it's only a quarter after ten.

Well, what do you want in the middle of the night?

I'm not going to take the Messenger job.

Why, you unmitigated young upstart!

Do you realize, Jimmy

you'll never have another opportunity

like that as long as you live?

I'm staying here because I-I'm selfish.

Ever since I was a kid, I've known I wanted

to be some kind of a doctor, but I didn't know what or where.

Now I do know.

I want to be a diagnostician

and you're the only one that can teach me.

Jimmy, I'm the happiest guy in the city.

As a matter of fact, I've been sitting

right here since six o'clock waiting for you

to come in to tell me your decision.

I'm sorry, I've been a little busy.

And none too pleasantly, I imagine, huh?

Well, you know.

Oh, I've got a note from Carew's office.

It seems I'm behind in my surgery

and they want me to catch up right away.

Do you mind if I borrow the--

No, no, take anything you want, Jimmy.

Yes, he's been raising cain with me about that, too.

Yes, I'm to start tomorrow morning, assisting Dr. Lane.

Well, perhaps I could arrange

to have you transferred to someone else.

Uh, no, no, thanks.

Say, what's the matter with this fellow Lane anyway?

I've heard he inherited a lot of money

and yet he wants to stick around this skating rink.

No, no, that's not true.

He's had money all his life

but he happens to want to be a surgeon.

Oh, he also happens to be interested in Mary Lamont

or I'll fire three or four of my best stooges.

Isn't that Mary Lamont's business?

You have no regrets about that, Jimmy?

Dr. Gillespie, if I've told you once

I've told you five times, that Mary Lamont--

Alright, alright, alright!

Don't bite my head off.

Furthermore, Dr. Gillespie, it's past your bedtime.

Alright, papa.

I'll go to bed like a good boy.

And I'll be kind to dumb animals

and I'll wash behind the ears.

So, who do you think you are, Molly Byrd in long pants?

Blair General Hospital, emergency.

Just a minute.

Hello, Irene.

As I was saying, last night

Joe Wayman and me starred

me in that new blue chiffon

and Joe, mind you, he's actually in a tuxedo.

When all of a sudden, I find I'm paralyzed from the waist down.

No, I didn't touch a drop.

Just one little glass of Irish lemonade in Mike Ryan's place.

But was Joe Wayman nice.

He never said one word about me spoiling his evening.

Traffic accident, emergency.

Emergency, one coming up.

Funny thing, no identification.

Nothing but a can of five dollar bills.

Did you go through all his pockets?

What pockets? All he had on was an overcoat

over some pajamas and a pair of pants.

You know, Sally, I got it all figured out

what was the matter with you last night.

It was something you drank the night before

with that guy from Pittsburgh.

I'll bet it was.

But gee, Joe, you were so sweet.

Carrying me home and singing like an angel all the way.

This is surgery B.

One coming up? Okay.

There's a case coming up from emergency.

Good morning, doctor.

- Oh, good morning, doctor. - I'm assisting you.

I have some surgery to catch up on. Well, I'm glad to have you.

I, uh, had some pretty unkind thoughts

about you last night, Kildare.

- Last night? - Yes.

I had a date with a very pretty girl for dinner right up till dinnertime.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Maybe you are, but I still had dinner alone.

Well, it's nice having you around. I can keep my eye on you.

Here's the x-ray, doctor.

Increasing intracranial pressure

pulse slowing, temperature rising.

We'll, uh..

We'll have to operate to save his life.

I'll get him a sedative.

What day is it?

- What day is this? - Wednesday.

Wednesday. Good.

I thought for a moment I'd missed it.

- Missed what? - Friday. Friday noon.

I've got to..

Now, look, you have a head injury.

A skull fracture, and I'm afraid we'll have to operate.

Operate?

What's this for?

It's to help you rest, to quiet your nerves.

How bad is my head?

Why don't you just put yourself in our hands?

We'll do everything that possibly can be done.

You think I might die.

With an immediate operation

you have a very good chance of pulling through.

I won't be operated on. I've got to get out of here.

No, If you get up now, you may not live to reach the street.

I've had five years of dying.

I won't be operated on!

No, you want to live, don't you?

No, I couldn't die now, I've got to live till Friday!

What about Friday?

Who are you? What's your name?

- Perhaps we can help. - Help? How could you tell..

Well, his heart's strong, anyway.

I'll tell them to get ready.

Wait a minute!

Maybe we'd better put him under observation for a couple of days.

What? Why, he needs an immediate operation and you know it.

No, I don't. I'm not sure.

How can I be sure, when Grayson and the others..

I don't know what to do, Kildare.

Do what your own judgment told you to do in the first place, operate!

But my judgment's been wrong.

'Not in Dr. Gillespie's opinion.'

Dr. Gillespie?

Yes, he thinks you're a fine surgeon.

Says you have the best hands in the hospital.

'And he said something else, too.'

He said there are times when we have to act

with life in one hand and death in the other.

'And that the true test of a doctor' 'is his faith in his own judgment'

even though he knows someone is going to die if he's wrong.

We'll operate immediately.

This patient has refused the operation but I take full responsibility.

That's it. Take him away.

- How's the pressure? - Fine.

I don't think I could have done that without those words you said.

Oh, you did a fine job, doctor.

Thanks, as far as I'm concerned, everything's gonna be alright

I think, from now on.

- I'm sure it is. - It was a long session.

Well, it's time for lunch.

I'm on office call this afternoon.

Nine o'clock tomorrow morning, please, doctor.

Yes, doctor.

It was a beautiful operation, doctor.

Maybe now we'll have something to celebrate.

- Let's. - Tonight?

- Alright. - Swell.

- 'Dr. Kildare.' - Yes, Dr. Carew.

I'm very pleased you've decided to remain with us.

No, no, no explanations are necessary.

I understand. Uh, where's Dr. Lane?

Oh, he's just left for lunch.

You should have been there, you'd have seen the kind

of brain surgery you read about.

Is that so? Well, I trust you're right.

Doctor, because of the somewhat unusual circumstances

I'd like to have your personal report on this case.

Well, Dr. Lane has office duties so naturally I'll be watching it.

Very good.

- He's coming out of it now. - Breathing easily and naturally.

Mm-hmm.

What day is it? What day of the week?

It's Thursday.

Thursday.

Not Friday?

No, it's Thursday.

You've put me in the wrong day.

- Wrong day of the week. - Easy there.

'It's the wrong day.'

Friday's the day I want.

Well, tomorrow will be Friday.

You can't trick me.

It will always be Thursday.

You've locked me up in the wrong day of the week.

Careful now.

'Got to break through.'

Got to break through to Friday.

Get me a hypo of morphine

and a restraining sheet, quickly.

It isn't the time to break through yet.

I'll tell you when the right time comes.

- You'll tell me? - Yes, I promise.

We'll start planning right now.

If you'll lie still and help save your strength.

- Who are they? - They're going to help us plan.

Here now, I'd better give you this.

You'll need all the strength you can get.

Close your eyes. That's it.

Get that restraining sheet on him quickly.

- Doctor. - What's wrong?

Uh, there's some mental disturbance.

I had to give him a hypo.

Couldn't it be the effect of the anesthetic?

I'm afraid there's no doubt. His mind's gone.

But if you hadn't operated, he'd be dead now.

His brain's dead, what good if the rest of him's alive?

You were there, Kildare, you saw everything.

I didn't make a single mistake, did I?

- Not one. - Well, and how's the patient?

- Why, that's a restraining sheet. - Yes, I thought it was wise.

The patient showed signs of becoming violent.

Violent?

Dr. Lane, what is this?

Do you mean to say that your patient has lost his mind?

- Apparently. - "Apparently!"

Dr. Lane wasn't here when the patient recovered consciousness.

But you had the patient restrained

because in your opinion, he's now deranged.

- Yes. - I see.

Dr. Lane, remove your patient to a private room.

It's the least we can do.

Then I'll see you in my office.

Dr. Carew, you'll want me there, too, won't you?

No, this is Dr. Lane's responsibility only.

But nevertheless, I'd like to be there.

Don't stick your neck out, Kildare.

It's my neck.

Dr. Lane, I freely concede

that a doctor constantly has to make decisions

to operate or not to operate.

But also, he must be right when he makes those decisions.

- Otherwise, we.. - Wait a minute!

I'm in on this.

What have I missed?

I just left your patient.

He's as mad as a march hare.

What were you saying, Carew?

That Dr. Lane has made one too many mistakes.

Dr. Gillespie, I was just saying

that in this last case, I urged Dr. Lane to operate.

I hesitated a moment

but the decision to operate was my own.

Well, then, why is Kildare on the carpet?

He isn't. He insisted on being present.

Look, let me settle this thing once and for all.

I decided to operate, and in a similar case, I'd do it again.

Good. Now we know where we stand.

Right. Dr. Lane, errors of judgment are difficult to prove.

But in this case, you also performed the operation

without the patient's permission violating his legal right.

- His legal right to die! - If you please, Dr. Kildare.

You, Dr. Lane, have placed this institution

in a very serious position.

You're suspended from duty

pending a hearing before the hospital board

tomorrow, Friday, at noon.

I'm sorry.

You may go.

Dr. Carew, I'd like your permission to testify at that board meeting.

I can't permit that.

And how could you possibly help Dr. Lane?

Well, well, I don't know.

He don't know.

He wants to prove the operation

didn't make the patient insane

but he don't know how to do it.

- Come on, Jimmy. - Now, wait a minute!

Suppose the man was insane before the operation?

Suppose, for instance, he was suffering from schizophrenia?

Poppycock!

I don't think the hospital board

will be interested in your theories.

Your request is denied.

But after he came out of the anesthetic

he spoke incoherently of Friday.

And before the operation

he made it very plain that Friday

was more important to him than living.

Now he's a psychiatrist.

If you concern yourself further in this case

neither of us can save you

from the unpleasant medical

and criminal consequences.

Kildare, you seem to forget one thing.

Dr. Lane went ahead

after the patient had refused the operation.

But if the man was insane

he had no legal right to refuse the operation

which left the decision up to the doctor.

Now he's a lawyer.

I consider the matter settled, Dr. Kildare.

Which is the way a high-class gentleman says

"Get out of my office and mind your own business."

Come on, Jimmy.

Can you get along without me for the rest of the day?

Oh, I guess so.

It might be a good idea.

Go on out and take in a show.

Forget all about this little difficulty.

I don't think it's so little.

Maybe I haven't been here long enough to get the hospital viewpoint

but if Lane's kicked out, it'll look as though he murdered those patients.

- And we know he didn't. - Hmm.

Now, are you going back to your office?

No, I'm not. Get your hands off my chair!

Oh, I'm sorry! I'll see you tomorrow.

- Where are you going? - I don't know.

Maybe I'm going to make a fool of myself.

I don't doubt that, but how?

I'm going to find out who this mysterious man is

so that I can prove he was mentally deranged

before Lane operated.

Now he's a detective.

Listen, Sherlock Holmes

there are seven million people in this town.

How do you expect to track down the identity

of one unknown lunatic?

If you get yourself tangled up in this Lane affair

you might as well hunt yourself a new job

because I need an assistant that works for me!

Now play that on your harmonica.

Walter, you're a great man

a magnificent man to head this hospital.

But you don't know any more

about handling Jimmy Kildare than

than I do.

I'm upset myself.

I hate to have to do this to a nice young fellow like Lane.

In the old days, they used to draw and quarter them

nail up their heads on London bridge.

Today they're not that merciful.

When they kick over the traces we have to throw them out

and let them die of broken hearts.

Hmm.

Listen, Mr. Gustaguson

you may be a big man in Pittsburgh

but you're no gentleman, you

you, you gorilla!

You take a girl out and fill her full of fancy soup

and poisoned champagne, and the next night

I can't move a muscle!

Oh, I'm alright today, no thanks to you.

But from now on, I'm sticking to hamburgers and lemonade

with a square-shooting guy that wouldn't even think

of playing a dirty trick on a working girl!

Goodbye, rat!

Emergency.

No, I haven't seen Dr. Kildare for an hour.

He went out of here in his street clothes

said he was off for the day.

Sure, if I see him, I'll tell him.

Sullivan's cafe.

No, Sally, Dr. Kildare is not here

but we're expecting him immediately.

Sure, I'll give him your message.

Hello, hello! Sally, Sally, here's the doc now.

Here's the doctor..

Mike, did Joe Wayman or Foghorn come back yet?

No, my friend. 'Twas no easy task you gave them.

Finding out about this mysterious crazy man

is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Oh, don't I know it, his clothes are just

stock garments sold by the thousands.

The locksmith you left the key with

says it's from any one of a million doors in New York.

That is, if it's not from Chicago or Boston.

That's what I was afraid of.

Mother!

Mother.

Good to see.. What are you doing here?

Is something wrong? Where's father?

I'm fine, nothing's wrong.

Your father had to bring a patient to see Dr. Gillespie.

Well, well, Mrs. Kildare you're looking young enough

to be your own daughter.

Only then you'd be your own mother.

And you don't look old enough for that.

I bet you tell that to all the girls.

I do, and I tell them all to make themselves at home.

Thanks, Mike.

My, my. Things must be pretty slack

with you big-city doctors.

Oh, I don't know.

Tell me, are you well and happy?

Why shouldn't I be both?

Well, if you'd simply said yes

I'd have known you were, but, uh, what's the trouble?

Well, mother, I think you are a mind-reader.

Yes, I, I am at a kind of a crossroads.

Nobody ever accomplished anything without passing crossroads.

The only question is, which road do you take?

Well, it's not as simple as all that.

Doing right is always simple.

It's only the wrong thing that takes working out.

Oh, excuse me, doc.

Oh, hello, boys, did you, uh..

Oh, mother, allow me to present

Mr. Joe Wayman and Mr. Foghorn Murphy.

Foghorn? What's your real name?

- Harold. - I prefer Foghorn.

- So do I. - How do you do, Joe?

Awfully glad to see you, I've heard a lot about you

and your monkey wrench.

Oh, those stories are exaggerated, Mrs. Kildare.

I never even owned a monkey wrench.

Well, sit down, fellas.

Tell me, did you find out anything?

The boys have been getting some information for me.

- Oh, about those crossroads? - Hmmm.

Me and my pals made a house-to-house canvas

of the neighborhood where your screwball was run over.

We found one house where a guy had disappeared.

Well, go on.

This mug disappeared in 1911, with a blonde

and a Sunday school collection.

Here, here, here.

I was a blonde myself at 16, and no peroxide, either.

And the prettiest one in town, I'll bet.

The prettiest one in the state, Harold.

- J. Harold. - J. Harold? Oh, excuse me.

I won't say another word.

I dug up that truck driver that clipped your guy.

At first he wouldn't talk

then he, uh, he changed his mind.

But he don't know who the guy is or anything about him.

Oh. Oh-oh, who put that thing in my pocket!

Why am I always someplace else when there's a good fight?

Let me know next time you're in town I'll sock someone for you.

Thank you.

Well, doc, I'm sorry we weren't much help.

It was kind of tough without knowing the guy's name or anything.

Oh, that's alright, fellas. Thanks a lot anyway.

Uh, goodbye, Mrs. Kildare. It was swell meeting you.

Oh, and if you ever need a taxi, why, just call--

Nix on that, Foghorn.

I'll take Mrs. Kildare in the ambulance if she has to go any where's.

Thank you, gentlemen, I'll accept both invitations

providing you let me drive.

That's a date!

Well, now you're stuck, aren't you, son?

Yes, mother, I'm afraid now I am in trouble.

There's one way out, but it's awfully dangerous.

Excuse me. I'm awfully sorry the boys couldn't help.

But always remember one thing, Dr. Kildare.

Trouble is nothing new for the likes of you and me.

The Irish ain't been out of trouble for 1100 years.

Thanks, Mike.

You said something about, uh, dangerous, Jimmy.

Dangerous to do what?

Well, to cure an insane man before Friday.

So they're curing insane people now, are they?

Mmm. It's an almost fantastic thing.

Called, "The Insulin shock cure."

It's a gamble.

Only two things to think about in a gamble.

What have you got to win? What have you got to lose?

Lose? Everything.

My job, another doctor's career, maybe the patient's life.

But think of what you've got to win, too.

Oh, I'm not thinking about you and the other doctor

but the poor man, you can give him a new life.

And everything God meant people to enjoy.

You're slow to decide, son

because you think you're all alone in this.

But you're not.

There's a man over in that hospital

that's as fine a doctor as ever helped the ailing.

Oh, I know, but I, I can't ask Dr. Gillespie to help me.

Who's talking about Dr. Gillespie?

I mean your own father.

Oh, of course.

Well, now the only thing to figure out is how

to get a hold of him without Dr. Gillespie suspecting.

- Get to work, son. - I will.

- I-I'll be seeing you, pal. - Hmm.

Oh, it's funny, mother.

Whenever I know that I'm right with you

I can generally manage to work out everything else.

Joiner?

- Joiner? - Hmm?

Oh, uh, I wonder if you'd do a favor

for me it's awfully important.

At precisely 6:30, I'm leaving here to meet

a young female person who's boyfriend is confined

to room 714 with a broken leg.

Until then, I'm going to lie quietly and conserve my manly vigor.

No, you're going to make a phone call for me

and then you're going to take a walk for about half an hour.

And furthermore, the young female person

has bright yellow hair and practically no brains.

Dr. Joiner, if the young lady

is free for the evening because her boyfriend

has been forbidden visitors

by your orders, of course

I could easily report that--

No, no, don't shoot. Who do you want me to phone?

Gillespie's waiting room.

Oh, Dr. Stephen Kildare. Just a minute, please.

Hello. Yes.

Yes, I understand.

Well, just as soon as I finish here.

Pardon me, that, uh, that was my wife.

Oh?

You see, uh, the rash hangs on

in spite of everything that I have done

although it's confined to her hands.

Well, it's obviously a skin allergy.

- Allergy? - Yeah.

Why, that might take months to identify.

Tell me, Mrs. Cray what do you do with yourself?

How do you spend your time?

I don't do anything

As long as I get my check from my son

keep the frost off my petunias

and play a little mah-jongg in the evening.

Mah-jongg. Ha ha!

Mah-jongg.

I've heard of trouble with Mah-jongg sets.

The lacquer contains sap from a Japanese tree

of the Sumac family.

That could account for the skin disease.

I could believe anything about that mah-jongg set.

My daughter-in-law sent it to me.

Uh, Julia, you didn't take it with you

to Yellowstone last summer, did you?

I did not.

You can't play mah-jongg on horseback.

You see, when she came back her hands were all cleared up.

Well, there you are, Dr. Stephen. You got it.

Suppose we keep Mrs. Cray here

for a couple of days and fix up this rash?

And then when you go home, take up solitaire.

In the meantime, we'll put her across the hall

in that nice big room, 370.

- Oh, Dr. Gillespie-- - Which the rich..

...Mrs. Van Allister has already paid for until Tuesday.

I sent her home this morning.

Nothing wrong with her but too much money.

Good-bye, Dr. Gillespie. And thank you.

ta-ta.

As long as dr. Stephen did all the work

I don't owe you a cent. Good-bye.

- Sit down. - Well, uh..

Uh, I'm ever so much obliged to you, Dr. Gillespie.

I, uh, well, I've got to run along now.

- I'll, uh, I'll be back. - Uh-huh.

Next patient!

No, no, hold the next patient.

Come here.

Say, Parker, did you notice

that I said anything to offend Dr. Stephen?

Or was it my imagination that he was acting strangely?

I wouldn't know anything about that.

But if it was his wife on the phone

he's married to a woman with a bass voice.

- Hello, Jimmy. - Oh, hello, dad.

- What is all this? - Please sit down.

Why all the mystery? Is anything wrong?

Dad, what do you know about

the insulin shock cure for insanity?

Insulin shock? Why?

Tell me, have you ever actually seen a cure effected?

Yes, I have.

And it was one of the most terrifying things

I've ever seen in all my life.

Ah, but it worked, didn't it?

Yes. Yes, it worked

because it was, it was performed under

the most ideal circumstances

with cases that had every chance of surviving.

Well, then you've never seen insulin tried

when the patient wasn't in perfect physical shape?

Oh, no. No, in case of any injury

especially to the head or the brain they wouldn't dare.

But, Jimmy, stop dodging the issue.

If you need any help, I'm your father.

I'm sorry, this is my problem.

I know it is, Jimmy

and I don't want to interfere.

I'll tell you how you can help me.

I've read everything about insulin shock.

I know all the theories

but I want you to tell me everything you saw.

Don't leave out one detail. Right from the beginning.

Well, Jimmy, insulin shock causes the patient

to revert backwards through every stage of evolution.

At the dictates of his shocked brain

'his human body attempts to simulate'

all the actions and mannerisms of each successive step.

Back through the ape, the bird, lizard, fish and so forth.

This abnormal effort..

...involves the most..

...all the most horrible convulsions.

Nice work, Mary.

It was easy enough to switch places with Irene

she was dying to get the night off.

Look, Jimmy, I haven't said a word about this to anyone.

You know I wouldn't.

But are you sure you want to do this?

Now, we've been all through that before.

No, we haven't.

Are you doing this because of Gregory Lane?

None of this is Lane's fault.

Nothing more than that?

Mary, there's a man in there

and if his particular problem isn't solved by tomorrow

he stands a good chance of being a miserable object

the rest of his life.

Tomorrow's Friday

and I have to find out what that means to him

before it's too late.

Here we go.

I don't know a thing about this insulin business.

Well, you know that a terrific shock

will sometimes drive a person crazy.

An overdose of insulin apparently works

just the reverse.

The tremendous shock it gives

seems to drive the crazed brain back to sanity.

Suppose he dies?

Let's try supposing he'll live.

But what about you if he does die?

Get his arm ready.

How long does it take?

- Five hours. - Five hours?

Two and a half hours.

Well, it ought to be at least two hours more

before the effects have penetrated

into the deepest part of the brain.

How will we be able to tell?

If I'm right, his actions ought to tell us.

You see, the, the theory is that..

...buried deep in the human brain is the primitive brain

of our earliest ancestors.

The action of the insulin on that basic part

must be what restores the patient's sanity.

Of course, what actually happens, no one knows.

Here it comes, Mary.

It's working.

You see?

The brain is starting to travel backwards.

The body is compelled to follow.

The hands are beginning the first primitive movements.

'It's as an ape might cling to a tree.'

The motions are a necessary part of the process.

The body is desperately trying to obey

the impossible commands of the brain.

You see? All the thousands of years of human evolution.

Progress so frantically fighting.

The muscles must obey.

The brain is saying, "You're no longer a man.

You're an animal."

The pupils are dilated.

Pulse is increasing.

- Dr. Kildare. - What do you want?

There's been a change of nurses in this case

without my knowledge or permission.

I did that.

Dr. Kildare, what you're doing with this patient

is between you and your conscience.

Or between you and Dr. Carew which might be worse.

Molly, please.

Personally, I think you were born to be hanged.

Do you think she'll tell anybody?

Mary, the pillow. Watch his head.

Jimmy, how long do these convulsions keep up?

It may get less. It may grow worse.

We won't know until the fourth hour.

How long has it been since he's moved?

Over an hour.

Well, it's-it's time.

Glucose and tube ready?

Glucose? Yes.

Temperature.

This can't be right!

Eight six? No-nobody can live at that temperature.

Eighty six!

It seems impossible, but it's true.

These cases can survive temperatures

that otherwise would mean certain death.

No reaction to light.

Latent corneal reflexes sluggish.

Ready with the glucose? Give me the tube quickly.

His brain is completely released.

If we let him stay too long we'll never get him out of it.

Why doesn't he move?

It'll take a little while for him to absorb the glucose.

The insulin's burned out every bit of sugar in his body.

- The glucose will restore it. - Then what?

Well, the miracle of insulin shock is that one minute you have this

and the next minute, if you're lucky

you have a sane and normal person.

But, but if he doesn't come out of it..

...then we'll have killed him.

Can you hear me? How are you?

'How do you feel?'

Oh, if I only knew his name.

Listen, it's Friday.

- Jimmy, he's dead! - Quiet!

Can you hear me? How are you?

Can you hear me? How are you?

Can you hear me? How are you?

Can you hear me? How are you?

Can you hear me? How are you?

Alright, I guess.

Milk and jelly sandwiches right away, please.

- Jelly sandwiches? - Jelly sandwiches and milk.

Nothing else. Right away.

Yes, doctor. Yes, doctor!

There.

There you..

Feel more like yourself now?

I feel fine.

Head hurts a little.

Well, under the circumstances, that's hardly surprising.

You remember me, don't you?

Yes, you're..

...you're the doctor who wanted to..

...operate on me after I was hurt.

That's right.

You feel able to answer a few questions?

Mm-hmm.

Jelly sandwiches.

Jelly sandwiches!

Do you want the jelly inside the sandwiches

or do you want it on the outside?

- Oh, that's ridiculous. - Not in this crazy place.

I make coffee for the king, he raises my salary.

I make coffee for the general

he kisses me on both cheeks.

I make coffee for Molly Byrd

she sends for my relatives.

Take them away.

He's fine now, Mary.

Just give him that food and don't let anyone talk to him until I get back.

Back? Where are you going?

I've got the answer to this whole business.

The thing that was locked up in his poor, twisted brain.

Now, listen, Mary, there's no time to explain now.

But remember one thing.

No one's to see him, and no one's to talk to him.

Because if anyone questions him before I get back

it's liable to ruin everything.

- Do you understand that? - Yes, doctor.

I know.

Good evening, nurse.

Miss, uh, Miss Lamont, isn't it?

I want to examine your patient.

- Well, uh-- - The hour may be a bit unusual.

But this is a very unusual case.

Uh, and, uh, while I'm in there

you might get me a little bicarbonate of soda?

I've, uh, I've just come from a doctor's banquet.

Dr. Carew, the patient mustn't be disturbed.

- Indeed? Who said so? - Doctor..

Dr. Hepworth, the staff physician on the case.

Oh, that's alright.

I spoke with Hepworth at seven o' clock

told him I was coming in.

Yes, but, uh... he came back after that.

But Hepworth told me he wasn't coming back until morning.

What is this?

I just left Hepworth at the banquet.

Well, it must've been some other doctor.

What other doctor?

Well, I don't know his name.

It's quite obvious something untoward is going on here.

I intend to find out for myself.

Well, well, well, well, well.

- Wait outside, Conover. - Yes, sir.

Why, Walter, you look positively beautiful.

This is not the time or place for jokes, Leonard.

Well, you must've been joking just now when I came in.

Wasn't he, Mary?

Leonard, in order to testify properly

before the hospital board I must have complete knowledge

of this patient's condition.

Well, that's not unreasonable, Mary.

But, Dr. Gillespie, the patient mustn't be disturbed.

It couldn't be that Dr. Kildare told you

not to let anybody in, could it?

I don't know a thing, and if I did, I wouldn't tell you.

I better go in and find out.

No, no, wait a minute.

Come on, Mary, you might as well tell us.

Otherwise, Dr. Carew will have the right to go in there.

That's just what Jimmy wants to avoid, isn't it?

Dr. Kildare administered insulin shock.

I-I can't believe it!

And he did a magnificent job of it.

I'll believe that when I examine the patient.

Ah-h! Walter, I wouldn't go in there if I were you.

I know I wouldn't and I was was practicing medicine

when they were telling you to keep your thumb out of your mouth.

- Where is Jimmy? - I don't know.

This is the most outrageous thing I've ever heard.

Oh, you ain't heard nothing yet.

What's the last thing Kildare said?

"Give him the jelly sandwiches

and don't let anyone near him until I get back."

Jelly sandwiches?

Of course, jelly sandwiches.

You're a doctor, remember?

In spite of that outfit.

Jelly sandwiches are exactly the right thing

to increase the sugar content.

Oh, yes. Yes, of course. jelly sandwiches.

Oh, make it peanut butter if you want

only let's get on with it. What else, Mary?

That's all I know, except the patient in there

is as sane as you are.

Me or Carew.

Dr. Kildare.

Dr. Kildare, you're suspended from further duty

Just one moment.

Nurse, has anyone been in that room?

Not a living soul, doctor.

And you're not going in till I know all about this.

No, I know, but... Mrs. Adams is.

She has a legal right to see her husband.

Will you come in now, please?

Look, everything's going to be alright.

If you'll just remember.

Oh, my dear.

I've come back, Henry, back to stay.

If can just stay everything will be alright now.

Now, Kildare, just to satisfy the curiosity

of a senile old man..

No, make it two senile old men.

That'll take you in, Walter.

Of course, the treatments will have to be continued.

Adams has been a mental case for months.

The result of a separation from his wife.

Oh, you don't have to hit me over the head with a bottle.

I know the rest of it, too.

Yes, it seems his wife had sent him a letter

suggesting a reconciliation.

And Friday was the day they were to meet.

Walter, it wouldn't surprise me if you could see

through the holes in a ten foot ladder.

Jimmy, how long did he wait for her to come back?

About five years, Mary.

Well, at least I think it's been established

that Dr. Lane's operation did not cause schizophrenia.

Or do I have to hit you over the head with a bottle?

What can I say? I've been wrong.

Sometimes I wish that anybody but me was running this hospital.

Walter, in the boss' job even when you're right, you're wrong.

Thanks, Leonard.

Regardless of the hour

I shall go immediately to Dr. Lane and offer him

my personal and professional apologies,

which will make me very happy.

Well, that's fine, 'cause Dr. Kildare's working for you

beginning tomorrow morning.

'Working for me?'

Yes, Kildare. I warned you.

You're no longer my assistant.

You're fired.

'Now, come on, Walter.'

This has been a nice little case

but there are million people in New York that need doctors.

After we get a little sleep, we can help them.

Yes, but... Leonard

half the time I don't know whose side you're on.

Well, three quarters of the time, I don't know myself.

Jimmy, did you hear what he said?

It just doesn't make sense.

Oh, let's not talk about it now.

But all your plans, all you'd hoped to do.

Say, I have half a notion to go up

and give that rambunctious old fossil a piece of my mind.

Keep your shirt on, Mary.

Oh, you men make me tired.

What is it, Jimmy?

You asked me how long he waited for her.

Yes. Five years.

Mary, the reason I've never said anything to you about... anything

is because, I didn't think it's fair to even ask you

if you'd be willing to wait as long as we'd have to wait.

Perhaps, I'm going too fast.

There's good-looking guy in this hospital named Gregory Lane

who's in fine favor with the powers that be

and has a lot of money.

Well, maybe we can find a nice girl to introduce him to.

Oh, then I presume we're engaged to be married.

Jimmy, I saw the look on Mrs. Adam's face.

Five years are going to be just nothing.

Well, then, will you wait just five minutes?

I'll be right back.

'Well, now where are you going?'

I'm going to give that rambunctious old fossil

a piece of my mind. Hold everything.

I suppose, you thought I was going to take that

crack of yours lying down.

Nine goes on the ten.

And isn't it nice to be alone.

Well, I want to tell you something.

You can't fire me, because I won't be fired.

And if you do fire me, I won't stay fired.

Ooh, the lone ranger, huh?

Hi-ho, silver.

You make me feel like a fool.

Ah! You said you were going to make a fool

of yourself, didn't you?

Who was it said you have to have an instinct for diagnosis

and the courage to follow it up?

I did.

Well, every instinct I had told me

that Dr. Lane was a good surgeon.

Why, you little pipsqueak!

If it hadn't been for me

'you wouldn't have got to first base.'

- You? - 'Yes, sir.'

Who was it that had you notified that you were behind in surgery?

Mahatma Gandhi?

'Who was it had you assigned to Dr. Lane?'

Little Red Riding Hood?

Who gave Dr. Hepworth the tickets to that banquet?

Santa Claus?

No, lamebrain.

Even you couldn't have gotten away with that insulin business

without my full authority back of you all the time.

Of course, Molly Byrd helped a bit.

She made me drink two quarts of milk. Ew!

- You're still fired. - Why?

Well, because you're not always going to be lucky.

Someday some of those fantastic crusades of yours

are going to kick back on you and crucify you.

And then what'll be the good..

Thank you.

Then what'll be the use of my teaching my job

to a man who's going to end up

by having his head nailed on London Bridge.

Funny, you never think of that once you get started.

Young Dr. Kildare, you've got a single-track mind.

Leonard, I'm trying to be like you.

There's only one man in the world like me. Me.

Well, I wish you'd act more like it sometimes.

Boy, I haven't made a mistake since 1926, except you.

Now, what about Dr. Lockberg?

Well, what about Dr. Lockberg?

I saw him last night, five o'clock.

- You made the appointment. - Mm-hmm.

And instead of letting him examine you

you spent the entire time

teaching him to play double solitaire

and smoking cigarettes.

Well, Jimmy, suppose I promise you to see

Lockberg three times a week and you can stay in the room.

Eh, that is, provided you'll promise

not to make a fool of yourself more than three times a year.

Why do you think I came up here?

Why do you think I've been waiting up here

all dressed up in tight pants.

Jimmy, for the love of Pete, give me a cigarette, will you?

Well..

Guess, there's only one thing left to do now

and that's tell Dr. Lane about Adams.

I-I'll go do that now.

Oh, no, no, no.

That'll keep until tomorrow.

Oh, no, it won't either. Lane's waiting in his room.

I telephoned him when I left for Mrs. Adams.

Well, I'll go along with you.

Well, I think you better not.

Oh, yes, yes, yes. Conover!

Conover! Where is that sleepy rascal?

Well, I'll give you a hand.

Unless you'd rather not.

No, no, no. Go, go ahead, Jimmy.

Push.

As long as I know you're back there I know you're not in any mischief.

Oh, I could see the whole thing coming.

The trouble with you is, Jimmy

you got one of those honest faces.

Man can look at you and almost tell exactly

what you're thinking.

Well, I'm different.

Poker face Gillespie, they call me.

Know everything and show nothing. That's me.

It's like a sixth sense.

I can tell exactly what's going on all the time.

'Behind my back or through a stone wall.'

'For instance, at this moment, Jimmy, '

You're wishing you could shake me and join that Lamont girl.

Isn't that what you're thinking?

Isn't that what you're thinking?

Answer me!

No, boss, it ain't.