All language subtitles for 7th Heaven s08e10 Thing.eng

What are the five
descriptors of pain?

Stethoscope,
pen, pad...

Told you,
make a list.

Qual... uh,
quality, radiation,

strength,
timing and...

Orientation manual.

And precipitating factors,
PQRST.

Have you seen the ER
orientation manual?

Right here.

Basically, it says
show up at 7:00.

They'll show us
the rest.

I haven't had a
chance to read it.

I'll fill you in
on the subway ride.

Okay, give me seven causes
of chest pain.

Have you seen my shoes?

The gray ones, the flats?

The others kill my feet.

A-angina, myocardial infarction,

pericarditis and...

No, I think they're under
the sofa.

GI causes, esophagitis,

peptic ulcer...

Aneurysm, costochondritis.

Ow.

You know, I-I prefer
the red fuzzy ones

with the four-inch heels.

They go better
with my lab coat.

In your dreams.

Why aren't you
getting ready?

Done deal.

You're kidding, right?

You aren't really going
to use that thing.

It's a gift
from my parents.

You know,

one look at that bag,
and the bullies

will beat you up
and steal your lunch money.

I can handle the bullies.

If you carry that thing,
I just might help them.

(chuckling)

Oh, it's 11:00.

I need to study for a while.

A little late.

Look, I'll cover you tomorrow.

Just make sure you set
the alarm for 5:00... a.m.

(sighs)

(thunder crashing)

Sarah, wake up.

Sarah, wake up.

Sarah, we're late!

6:30?

6:30... oh, God.

Didn't you set
the alarm?

I can be ready in
seven minutes.

We're never
gonna make it.

Wait, my-my stethoscope.

Where is it?

Under Harrison's.

I was listening
for a murmur.

Wait, to your own
heart sounds?

I think I have a
prolapsed mitral valve.

No, you don't.
I think I do.

No, you don't.

When did you
decide this?

Prolapsed valve?

To use your maiden name.
We talked about it.

No, no, no, you mentioned it
casually once. We're late.

(phone ringing)

Matt Camden.
Come on.

Matt?

Dr. Sharp?

Matt, it's me.

I'm leaving without you.

Wait, who?
It's Mom, your mom.

Oh, hi, uh, I'm on my way out.

Is everything okay?

It's 3:30 in the morning.

Oh, yeah, I know.

The-the boys woke me up
for a glass of water.

Kitchen water,
not bathroom water.

So, I thought,
since I was down here, I'd...

I'd try you before you
got out of the house.

Sarah gave me your new
cell phone number.

Sarah gave you
my new cell phone number?

You're always saying
you don't get your messages.

Hang up.

Let's go.

Are you insane?

I don't want them
to have my number.

I got this so I wouldn't
miss messages from work.

From work, not my family.
I didn't know.

I can call back if this
isn't a good time.

We just miss you so much.

Hold on, the boys want
to say hi.

Hi, Matt.
Hi, Matt.

How are you?

Bye, guys.

You did know.

Okay, maybe I knew,
but I am tired

of taking messages
from your family.

There are a million
people in your family,

and they tie up the
line day and night.

Which is exactly why
I got this phone.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

* 7th Heaven *

* When I see
their happy faces *

* Smiling back at me *

* 7th Heaven *

* I know there's
no greater feeling *

* Than the love of family *

* Where can you go *

* When the world
don't treat you right? *

* The answer is home *

* That's the one place
that you'll find *

* 7th Heaven *

* Mmm, 7th Heaven *

* 7th Heaven. *

(barks)

(indistinct quiet conversations)

* *

Excuse me, we...
If you have chest pain

or shortness of breath,
see the triage nurse.

Otherwise, sign in,
fill out these forms

and wait to be seen.

No, we're here to
start our rotation.

We're medical students.

Medical students?

We already have
enough of those.

My head's killing me.
Wait your turn, Mr. Hartman.

Could you direct us
to the student orientation?

Harry's a regular
around here.

Likes the Big D.

The Big D?

Demerol.

Do you know
where the orientation is?

Sorry, no idea.

(sighs)

Group of students
just went scurrying

down the hall after Norton.

That must be it.

Which way?

Thank you.

Hey, Doc, when
can I get my shot?

MAN:
It's a classic indication

of obstructive
lung disease, and it...

Miss Glass, welcome.

Mr. Simon here

has a long-standing
history of asthma.

He presents today
with increasing SOB.

SOB?

No, it's not an epithet.

Uh, shortness
of breath.

Well, thank you
for interrupting, Mr...

Camden.

Why don't you listen
to Mr. Simon's lungs

and tell us what you hear.

(clears throat)

I've lost my bag.
Your what?

My stethoscope-- it was
in my black bag.

I must have left
it in the subway.

Wow, you have a black bag.

Okay, anyone willing
to help out our poor Mr. Camden?

Oh, look.

No one else left theirs
on the subway.

On second thought,
you may need those.

Uh...
Nurse Kelly...

Yes?
would you be kind enough

to lend our Mr. Camden here
your stethoscope for the day?

No.

Don't worry, I'll make sure
he gives it back.

Consider it your contribution
to medical education.

Find me when you're done,

okay?

Oh... (stammers)

Doctors are a lot
like boy scouts.

They're expected
to be prepared

and on time.

Understood, Miss Glass?

Mr. Camden?

Mr. Camden?

Uh... bilateral
expiratory wheezes

with rails
at the right base.

Brilliant.
(phone ringing)

Answer that, will you?

Matt Camden.

Hey... your mom got up
with the twins,

and she woke me up, and, uh,

I couldn't get back to sleep,
so I thought I'd call.

She left your new phone number
on the fridge.

How are you?

Uh, Dad, I'm really busy.

Take the number off the fridge.

Don't let anyone
in the family call me.

That number
is for emergencies only.

I have to go.

Write this down, Mr. Camden.

Turn off phone.

All right, the lab
is down the hall.

Time-stamp your requisitions.

Curtains three, four, five.

Psych patients
are stored next to bed eight.

Try not to lose anybody.

What's the problem?
I can't turn it off.

Why?
It won't turn off.

Then, get rid of it.

Trauma rooms one, two, three.

Do we get to work
on traumas? No.

Are you getting all
this, Mr. Camden?

Main desk, Dr. Sterling.

This is one of our residents,
Dr. Lisa Sterling.

Dr. Sterling will assign
you your patients.

You're expected to do histories
and physicals,

draw bloods
and gather lab results.

Scut work.

It's all part
of your medical training.

I had to do it,
Dr. Sterling did it,

and now you
get to do it.

And someday, you'll get
to make someone else do it.

Not the nurses.

Correct.

Do not slough off your work
on the nurses.

They will probably ignore
any suggestion you make, so... (buzzing)

don't make any.

More meetings--
they're burying me.

All right, lunch,
one half hour.

There's coffee in the lounge.

Put some money
in the Styrofoam cup.

Bye.

Okay.

Blood drawing, room three.

They're like
little vampires.

Ouch!
Sorry.

STERLING:
No, never say sorry.

It's a sign
of weakness.

Isn't that from an
old John Wayne movie?

Is it all right
to say ouch?

Ouch!

How about getting a nurse
to do this?

Uh, I'll give it a shot.

All right, Mr. Adams,

if Mr. Camden here can't get it
on the first try,

then I'll do it myself.

I thought the nurses drew blood.

Do you even remember how?

Tourniquet.

Prep the area.

Got it.

Bevel up 20 degrees,
immobilize the vein and...

Hey, you drew first blood.

I hardly felt it.

Good job.

Make sure it gets to the labs.

Hey, Doc, can you get this guy
to do all my tests?

The rest of you need
to practice.

Not on me.

You going to
tell them?

No. After our start,

I think I need to collect
all the brownie points I can.

(phone rings)

Is my number
still on the refrigerator?

Matt?

Lucy, do me a favor,

tear up that number
and throw it away.

Fine, if you don't want
to hear from your sister

who loves and misses you.

I don't. Not now.
I'll call you.

(dial tone)
Forget it.

I'll call the Transit Authority
and see if anyone turned it in.

It's New York.
What do you expect?

Okay, Liu,
sore throat, curtain three.

Cool, I used to volunteer
in the free clinic.

I've down a hundred
strep screens.

Turned in what?

Matt left his black
medical bag on the subway.

Black bag. Sounds like
a lucky break to me.

Okay, Goodman,

sprained ankle,
curtain two.

I can handle that.

Sinatra... 40-year-old.

Exam four.
Constipation.

(doors slam open)

24-year-old GSW left chest.

BP 90 palp.
Tachy at 130.

Reps 24 and labored.

What's open?
Trauma Two.

Gangbanger?
Bystander.

CBC, chest film, set up
for a thorocostomy.

I need four units
of O-Neg for the infuser.

Okay if we watch?

Day one. Lots of time
for the gun and knife club.

Get your work done.

Constipation.

Doesn't sound
like an ER case,

but what the hell,
I'm going into GI anyway.

Only place to earn money these
days is by doing procedures.

What did you
guys get?

70-year-old
nursing home patient, altered.

24-year-old male
thinks he's Napoleon.

Requesting asylum.

I'll trade you.
I have no idea where to start with this one.

Stick to the basics.
They don't expect much.

You're a med student,
not a resident.

If they don't expect much,

why didn't you tell them you
work part-time as a lab tech?

Okay, I'll trade.

You don't think
I can handle it?

You said
you wanted to trade.

Besides, you'd do better
with Napoleon. Why?

Oh, hypomanic,
delusions of grandeur.

He sounds a little like
your father.

Hey, where's Exam Two?

Mr. McNeil,
I'm Matt Camden.

Are you a priest?

I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you.

Are...

Are you a priest?

He wants to know
if you're a priest.

Uh... no, I'm a
medical student.

I need to ask you
a few questions.

Are you a priest?

No. I'm a medical student.

He's confused not deaf.

He's not going to be answering
any questions.

Mr. McNeil,
why are you here today?

Bless me, Father...

He can't' bless you, Mr. McNeil.

He left his holy water
on the subway.

Great.
How do I get his history?

Well, if I were
a smart medical student,

I'd try the old chart
stored at the desk.

(clears throat)

They all look the same,
don't they, Mr. McNeil?

You're a very pretty nun.

(laughs)

Shh.

45, 46, 47...

Mr. Levesque?

Napoleon Bonaparte.

And what brought you in today,
Napoleon?

The British.

They're trying to
send me to Alba.

I need asylum.

They're stealing
all of my money.

They want to put me
on a cruise ship.

Cruise ship?

Bingo.

Shuffleboard, sundeck.

Exile at sea.

It's that Tony Blair.

They implanted a receiver
in my head.

He warned me.

Okay.

How can I help you today?

I need a green card!

Security!

(sighs)

(beeping)

(line ringing)

(phone ringing)

(groans softly)

Please, God, stop calling me.

Matt, what the heck is wrong
with you?

I'm working.
I'm at the hospital.

Then why do you keep answering
the phone?

Because I can't turn it off.

Why not?

Because I can't.

Shouldn't you be able
to use a cell phone

before you're allowed to work
with patients?

Very funny.

Nice talking to you.

Not so fast.

My wife, your sister,

is in tears because of the way
you talked to her earlier.

It's Lucy.
She's always in tears.

I have to go.

(dial tone)

The Encyclopedia
Britannica is smaller.

Volumes three, four,
five and six.

Have fun.

LIU:
Fever 101, tonsillar exudates,

but the strep screen
is negative.

Mono exposure?

I didn't ask.

Call for labs on Mrs. Shapiro,

and page Surgery to do a consult
on Miss Connors in five.

Any questions?

No. Just having a little
trouble getting a history.

Doesn't speak English?
(phone ringing)

Maybe he used to,
not anymore.

He's got a fever and his
blood pressure is low.

Circling the drain.
(phone ringing)

Ruby, isn't there a phone
you need to be answering?

Just do a basic exam.

I'll help you out as soon
as I get a minute.

They sedated Napoleon
with Haldol.

Before he conquered
Europe, I hope.

I didn't get to
finish my H&P.

That already puts
me behind.

You've got lots of time.

He'll be a lot calmer
after the vitamin H.

Vitamin H?

Haldol.

Vitamin H.

There's the problem.

You've worked in a hospital,
seen all this before.

I haven't seen it all.

Maybe.

But enough to make
it seem easy.

You just don't realize,

it's not that easy
for the rest of us.

I'm glad to help.

Showing the rest of us
up isn't helping.

NORTON:
Idiot burocrats.

You... call Mr. Jordan.

He needs to go over this report.

LEVESQUE:
You stupid...!

Yours?
Mine.

I think he's calling your name.

Sterling tells me you're the new
record holder for blood draws.

Uh, yes, but I've...

RUBY:
Mr. Jordan's on line one.

Got it. Making up
for your bad start?

I'm trying.

Don't try. Just do it.

Jordan.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

Mm, the prodigal
son returns.

Figured him out yet?

Who?

Mr. McNeil, your patient.

Too many volumes.

Where's his family,
maybe they can fill me in.

KELLY:
At home, watching TV I suspect.

He came from a nursing home.

Family probably hasn't seen him
in weeks.

(machine beeps three times)

His blood pressure is dropping.
90/60.

Maybe you should go get
one of the residents.

I asked Sterling.
She's swamped.

She said she'd come over
in a minute.

Temp's 103.

He's septic.

Do you want me to turn off
the IV?

Um, sure, turn
off the IV.

Diabetes, CHF, CAD,
dementia, pneumonia.

Where do I start?

Can you help me lift him?

I can't hear his
lungs with this thing?

It's a poor craftsman
that blames his tools.

His blood pressure is low.

I don't think
we should sit him up.

Dr. Norton expects me
to complete my H&P.

It'll only take a second.

Whatever you say, Doctor.

KELLY (straining):
Up we go, Mr. McNeil.

Deep breath, Mr. McNeil.

I can't hear any
breath sounds.

(rapid beeping)
His heart rate is dropping.

I don't get a pulse.
He's in V-fib.

What do I do?

Grab a crash cart.

Go! Go.

Come on.

Come on, Mr. McNeil.

What are you doing?

My patient stopped breathing.

I need a crash cart.

You are the doctor.

You stay with the patient.

You let the nurse go
get the crash cart.

He's breathing
on his own.

What happened here?

MATT:
I set him up to listen to his lungs.

He just stopped breathing.

Did you check the
patient's blood pressure

before examining him?

I was trying
to complete the exam.

I didn't check.

(phone ringing)

I-I can't get it
to turn off.

(ringing continues)

(ringing continues)

I'm just going to let it
keep ringing.

Isn't he kind of busy, being
in medical school and all?

Too busy to talk to me?

Are you kidding?

He's not answering.

He'll answer.

(line ringing)

Heard you came close to bumping
off your first patient.

Mr. Goodman, have you
finished your H&Ps?

Just tying to lighten the mood.

Excellent try.

Listen, it's my job to
supervise the students.

I should have listened.

I should have
jumped in sooner.

I'm sorry.

I thought sorry
was a sign of weakness.

Here.

A rash.

Tough one.

You still have
three H&Ps to do.

Norton let you off easy.

Just get your work done.

Besides,

it's a good case.

Trust me.

Miss, uh...

Perfect.

I prefer Pam.

Penny Perfect is my stage name.

Are you the doctor?

No. I'm a, uh,
I'm a medical student.

Well, almost a doctor.

Good enough.

I see you met Pamela?

You know her?

Everybody knows her.

She shows up once a month

to check out the new single
residents and students.

Dr. Camden,
are you coming back?

Give him a couple
of years, Pamela.

All right,
back to work, you guys.

Ann Hudson,
65-year-old female,

altered and
nonresponsive.

BP 170/90.
Pulse 110.

Reps 12 and shallow.

Trauma Three.

Chem 20, CBC, tox screen.

Who's this?

Her friend, Marie Martin.

Pretty upset, couldn't
get much history.

We just went out for a walk.

She fell to the ground.

Ms. Martin, wait here,
I'll be right back.

Come with me.

STERLING:
One, two, three.

All right.
What have we got?

65 year-old female, altered,
hypertensive, probable CVA.

BP 190 over 110.

What do you think
we should do here, Mr. Camden?

Baseline labs,
EKG and a chest film.

Got 'em.
And...?

Start an IV?
Already has one.

Get a CT.

Eventually.
Stick with the basics.

Get a good history.

Exactly.

But she's unconscious.

Keen observation.

Check with the family.

Good.
Any family?

There's a friend outside.

Her friend's name is
Marie Martin.

Sats are dropping-- 90.

High-flow mask at 100 percent.

Open the intubation kit.

8.0 tube
and a Mac Three blade.

Anybody here try
intubating before?

ALL:
No.

I'd like to try.

I've practiced on a CPR head.

Of course you did.

I'd still like to try.

Mr. Camden, if her sats drop
any further,

maybe you'll get a chance
to show us what you've learned.

But right now,
go get some background history

from her friend.

Don't worry. I won't let
Miss Glass steal your procedure.

I'll call you
if she needs to be tubed.

Go, go, go, Come on.

Ms. Martin?

They made me
wait out here.

Is she going to be
all right?

I-I need to get some
information from you Ms. Martin.

Does Ms. Hudson have any family?

A husband? Children?

No. There's just me.
What happened to her?

We're not sure yet.

I'm one of the medical students.

I need to speak to her family.

We've lived next door to each
other for over 40 years.

We're both widowed and
both our kids stink, so...

we look after each other.

Except she can't look after
my dog because she's allergic.

Well, does she have
any medical problems?

Uh, high blood pressure?
Heart disease?

History of a previous stroke?

She's had a stroke?

Oh, my God.

I want to see her.

Oh...
Hey, hey, hey.

You should sit down.
I'm okay.

I'm a diabetic.

I just have to eat something.

Mr. Camden, we're waiting.

Any information for me?

No. I haven't had...

Med list?
Previous history? Uh, no.

Are you the doctor?

Is she going to be okay?

Are you a family member?

Well, no.

Then I'm afraid I can't release
that information.

Patient confidentiality.

Ms. Martin and Ms. Hudson are
lifelong neighbors.

I'm sure it'll be okay.

Not unless there's a signed
power of attorney.

Would you excuse us for...
I have that.

We each have one on account
of we look after each other.

I sent you out here
to get the medical history.

I was trying,
but she was so upset...

You're going
to be a doctor.

You're not going
to be a social worker.

So start acting
like a doctor.

Nurses do
the handholding.

Your job is to focus on
taking care of the patient.

Doctor Norton, Ms. Hudson's sats
are dropping.

Ms. Martin's a diabetic,
she hasn't eaten.

Let the nurses
take care of it.

Come on, Camden, let's see
if your practicing paid off.

I found it.

Please, you've got
to let me see her.

I'll bring you
in as soon as possible.

Is she going to die?

First shot,
right in the hole.

Once I saw the cords,
like butter.

You're lucky you got
to practice beforehand.

Where is
that practice head?

I'd like to give it a shot.

There's a CPR practice lab up
on five, next to hematology lab.

How'd you find it?

None of us has
ever heard about it.

Yeah. How did you ever find it
way up on the fifth floor,

next to the hematology lab?

Hey, they took that jumper
to the psych unit.

Jumper?
You had a jumper?

Don't change the subject.

Where'd he jump from?

The second floor
of the hospital.

And, uh, lunch is
over kids.

Let's go. She dropped
her pressure in CT.

Trauma Three is open.

DC the Mannitol,
mix up Dopamine, 250 in 500.

Start her at five micrograms
a minute.

It appears she suffered
a massive stroke.

Is she awake?

No.

Will she wake up?

We're going to know a lot more
in a day or two.

Is there anything we can do
for you?

I have to go home.

I have a dog, Spence,
I need to feed him.

Mr. Camden, will you walk
Ms. Martin to the desk

and ask one of the nurses
to assist her?

I'm sorry for the bad news.

I'll take you to the desk.

I'd like to see her.

I'll get you a nurse.

No. I'd like to see her now.

Please.

I'm sorry.

I'm a little dizzy.

You want to sit down?

No. I'm okay now.

Oh, excuse me.
Go on in.

We'll be right here.

She's such a nice lady.

Yeah.

Thank you
for the stethoscope.

I don't think
the color suits you.

I'll try to do
a better job

at coordinating
my wardrobe tomorrow.

Bring your own in tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

I don't know. I'm having trouble
getting through today.

Is it like this every day?

No. Today was a good day.

It gets worse.

I wasn't expecting.

What, all this?

How could you?

You know, I go home every night

after taking care
of 15 patients.

I come back
the next morning,

and there's 15 new ones
waiting to be seen.

I just want to come in
one morning and,

you know,
find an empty waiting room.

Just so I could say,
thank God we fixed them all.

You know?

Well, there must be something

that makes you come back
every morning.

That one thing?

What's your one thing,
Dr. Camden?

(clattering)

She's diaphoretic.

Resps 16.

I got a pulse.
Thready, around a 100.

Yes, I need a doctor
in here, now!

Hook her up.

Vitals?

Tachycardic at 110.

BP 120 over 60.

EKG, Chem 20,
tox screen, pulse ox.

Immobilize her neck
until we clear it.

I've got a line.

Maybe she vaso-vagaled.

She's diabetic.

Brilliant.

Thank you for informing us,
Camden.

Were you hoping we would
eventually just figure it out?

No, I told you.
When?

In the hall, when I was getting
her neighbor's history.

Accu-Chek's at 40.

Miss Glass, what's the treatment
for hypoglycemia?

Glucose IV.

Correct. Push it.

What... what happened?

Congratulations, Miss Glass.

Your first medical miracle.

All right, work her up.
Baseline labs, IV of D-5.

Camden...

get her a food tray.

You know her.
You should work her up.

You saved her.

What about that bothers you?
That it wasn't you?

Norton wants you to do it.

She's your patient.

I have to get a food tray.

Hi.
Hi.

I'm looking for Reverend Camden.

I think he's upstairs
with Annie.

I'll tell him
you're here.

Who are you calling?

Ruthie is trying to reach Matt.

If he answers,
take the phone up to her.

She and Peter are doing
homework in her room.

Oh.
(line ringing)

No, I can't hold.

They said they'd have the tox
screen results 20 minutes ago.

So is Matt in your class?

Sorry?
Camden.

The two of you are
thick as thieves.

We know each other.

That's it?

Come on, there's got
to be more than that.

He's cute.

He's a little,
Type A, but cute.

So you two aren't...?

What?
Together?

Hooked up?

Livin' in sin?

No.

Good. I mean, I just
wanted to know.

Oh, this stupid lab.

They've had me
on hold forever.

Take down the tox
screen results

when they come back
on the line.

Hello?

Hel... Yes, I can hold.

Can we talk?

Actually, on
the phone here.

Are you on hold?

Don't you have a patient?

Don't you think we're
under enough pressure

without turning
on each other?

Yes, I'm here.

Later, okay?

I want to go home.

I have things to do.

You're on a long-acting
oral hypoglycemic.

We need to keep you on
an IV for the next 24 hours.

What about Spence?
I told you I have a dog.

I can't stay here 24 hours.

I don't want to stay
in this place.

It's too quiet here.

Well, you may be
the first person

to ever call this place quiet.

I'm used to it.
Ann's a talker.

All the time,
she drives me crazy.

Always talking about finding
that "one thing."

That "one thing"?

The one thing that she could
really be good at.

The one thing that would make
her stand out--

her contribution to life.

She's tried painting.

Writing a novel.

Training for a marathon.

It just...

seems so very quiet now.

If you want to talk...

I'll listen.

How about you talk, I'll listen.

Mr. Camden, rounds
at the desk.

I have to go.

Thank you.

I didn't do anything.

Hey, if it's meant to be...

It's meant to be.

Hi.

Hi.

I was just waiting here
for Reverend Camden.

On pizza night?

When Lucy and I get together?

Nice seeing you.

If Matt answers, will you take
that upstairs to Ruthie?

(line ringing)

(hangs up phone)

After which psych was consulted.

Oh, I noted injection sites
on his thighs.

I think he's using
anabolic steroids.

That's a good observation,

but you should have documented
that in your physical exam.

Okay.

Mr. Camden, which three
cases did you complete?

Pamela Perfect-- rash,
Marie Martin-- hypoglycemia.

Mm-hmm.

That's only two.

Someone took over Mr. McNeil

before I could finish
the workup.

Aw, that's too bad.

Mr. Camden,
were my instructions unclear?

How many H&Ps are you required
to perform each day?

Three.
Three, not two,

not two and a half.

Now, are you having
a remarkably bad day

or is this the best
that you can do?

Neither.

Listen to me, all of you.

Up to now, it's been about
the theory of medicine,

but from
here on out,

it is about the
practice of medicine.

You're here to learn
to take care of patients

and by necessity, learn to care
about them a little less.

That's brilliant.

NORTON:
And from now on, the gloves are off.

There's no more excuses.

And Mr. Camden, I expect your
work-- todays and tomorrow's--

to be completed tomorrow
at 5:00.

5:00.

I'm going out with
the rest of the gang

to celebrate
surviving day one.

Not me, thanks.

We don't have any food
at the apartment.

I'll find something.

It's 6:00.

You're off the clock.

It's time to start acting
like you're one of us.

I never said I wasn't.

No, you just did
everything you could

to make yourself look better
than the rest of us.

I wanted to return this to you.

Oh, you're off
already?

11 hours.

Nurses do 12.

Nurses get paid.

Not enough.

After today,
I think you're probably right.

Anyway, thanks.
Sure.

This may sting
a little.

People always say it'll hurt
a little when they mean a lot.

Will this leave a scar?

I have one.

You know how I got it?

(chuckles)

One day, my sister and I
were racing across the house.

I slipped and I split my head
open on the bedpost.

My mom took me
to our pediatrician's office--

Dr. Lindsay.

He sewed up my forehead.

Halfway through, I guess
he noticed I was wincing.

He'd forgotten to use a local.

Oh.

I never said a word.

He told me
I was his best patient

and when I grow up
I should be a doctor.

So Dr. Lindsay got you
into all this?

No, Dr. Lindsay didn't make
me want to be a doctor.

He made me afraid
of doctors.

You want to be a doctor?

No, I hate blood.

(laughs)

Don't buy
into all that Norton stuff.

He's a jerk.

Ah, sounds like you know him
pretty well.

Yeah, a little too well.

(winces)

I don't know, maybe he's right.

He's not.

Ms. Martin was asking for you.

She wants to talk.

She likes you, trusts you.

I'm off the clock.

NURSE:
Dr. Norton, stat.

NORTON:
She's in V-fib.

Another amp
of D-50.

Charge to 300.

NURSE:
Sats are 88.

Good air entry
bilaterally with bagging.

Mr. Camden, following
up on your patient.

Very laudable.

Clear.

Clear.

Bad timing, though.

Still in V-fib.

Good pulse with CPR.

Accu-check 80.

What happened?

The combination of prolonged
hypoglycemia and stress seems

to have precipitated
a cardiac event.

Charge to 300.
Another 75 of lido and clear.

Clear.
Clear.

(shocks)

Asystole.

Should we try epi or Pronestyl?

Sure, and throw in
the kitchen sink.

Okay, another epi.

Are you tired?
No.

Her lytes are
within normal range.

Oh, great, so she'll die
with normal lab results.

Okay, that's it.

Time of death...

No, the epi needs time
to circulate. Shock her again.

There's nothing left to shock.

One more try.

Come on.

Come on.

Mr. Camden...

That shouldn't
have happened.

No, it shouldn't have.

She tried to tell us.

We were too
busy to listen.

Listen to what?

She told us she
was a diabetic.

We... we should have done
something, but we ignored her.

I didn't ignore her,
you did.

Y-You told me to let
the nurses handle it.

No, I told you
to start acting like a doctor.

Nurses listen
to what doctors say.

Did you ask any of the nurses
to feed her? No.

Well, then, I... I think it's
obvious where the fault lies.

Wait, fault?

You told us we were doctors,
not social workers,

not to care.

Well, we sure don't have
to care about her now.

Hmm.

You've been doing this
for what, 15 minutes?

And you have the gall
to blame me for your mistakes?

You arrogant little
know-nothing.

Every rotation,
there's one of you--

some guy who thinks
he's going

to set the medical world
on fire--

and like clockwork,
they screw up every time

and they don't have the guts
to look in the mirror

and say that it's their fault.

Maybe I'm not the only
one who needs that look.

You sanctimonious--
I don't have to.

I am the director
of this department, your boss,

and we do things my way!

And the only reason
that you're still here

is because you've shown
a small amount

of technical aptitude
in the blood draws.

Other than that,
you're a walking disaster.

But I am going
to make you a doctor

in spite of yourself,
Mr. Camden,

and if you're unhappy
about that,

don't bother coming in
tomorrow.

Matt, don't.

You're wrong.

I'm warning you, Camden.

Go home while you still
have a future.

What, the blood draws?

I don't have any
special aptitude.

I work part-time
as a lab tech.

I already knew
how to do it.

I'm just the same
as the rest of 'em.

Matt Camden?

Somebody said
you lost this.

Matt?

It's okay,
go back to sleep.

(dog whining)

Who's that?

His name is Spence.

Ms. Martin's dog.

(sighs)

The apartment's
tiny, Matt.

We're never here.

We can't dog-sit, even
for a couple of days.

We're not.
He's ours now.

What happened?

I can't... not right now.

How?

I went to the Transit
Authority lost and found.

All the way
downtown?

Someone turned it in.

In New York?

The clerk couldn't
believe it either.

The guy who brought it in

said he had a brother
in the hospital,

thought it would be bad karma
not to turn it in,

didn't want to mess
with someone's destiny.

Are you okay?

Wondering if I chose
the right thing.

(barks)

I'll get 3B
to let him out tomorrow.

No,

the right "one thing."

I decided how to spend
the rest of my life

just because I saw a
couple babies being born

when I was a teenager.

I decided what to do
with the rest of my life

when I was a teenager.

(sighs)

You're lucky.

Some people go
their whole life

not knowing
what they want to be.

I don't feel lucky.

I'm not sure I was
meant to do this.

Maybe you shouldn't mess
with your destiny.

(barking)

(chuckles)

I knew he wasn't
ready to come in.

I'll go.

Me and Spence need
a little bonding time.

Come with us?

We should talk.

I... need a little time.

Okay.

Come on, Spence.

(whining)

We're going to have
to talk about this.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(phone ringing)

Yeah.

I was just going to bed
and I was thinking about you.

Everything okay?

Everything's fine.

All right, Matt, good night.

I love you.

We all love you.

I love you, too.

Good night.

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