All language subtitles for NYPD Blue (1993) - S06E03 - Numb & Number (1080p HULU WEB-DL x265 LION)

- Morning, Diane.
- Glad you came.

I, uh, I remembered
you liked this yogurt.

Oh, thanks.

- How's Bobby?
- The doctor's looking at him now.

The nurses said he seemed
to spend a fairly comfortable night.

- Good.
- Yeah.

I got here at 7:00.
He seems fairly comfortable.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Okay, you can lie back now.

It sound better?

I'd hoped it'd sound better
than it does.

Now, you say you are breathing
more comfortably?

Yeah, I think I might be.

I know you want to keep
a positive outlook, Bobby.

But I need to know how you're feeling.
Now being candid,

would you say your breathing
might actually be a little worse?

Yeah, I think maybe a little worse.

Let's get another

- echo on Detective Simone.
- Yes, Doctor.

- Excuse me.
- Sure.

Does Bobby's chest sound better?

Frankly, I'd hoped he'd be doing better
than what I'm hearing this morning.

I'd like to repeat the echo study,
we did on your husband yesterday.

Get a comparison,
see what's going on in there.

- Okay.
- It'll just be a few minutes.

No. I... I remember.

They, um, they want to do
one of the tests over again.

- They do that right in the room?
- Yeah, it doesn't take very long.

The doctor hoped Bobby's chest
would have been sounding better.

Slimy stuff.

Yeah, well, that's not a feeling
that slips your mind.

How's she doing?

She's got a girlfriend out there with her.

- Oh, blonde? Good shape?
- That's the one.

If she's doing a 4:00 to 12:00,
could you ask her

- to stick awhile with Diane?
- Glad for the opportunity to converse.

- Her name is Jill.
- Okay, lie still for me.

Sure.

We've treated you aggressively
to get your heart function stabilized,

and now you've got more
mitral regurgitation

- than you did yesterday.
- English, Doc, English.

I think we need to go ahead
and do the angiogram I talked about.

I thought you said that would be like,
in three days.

No. I think we need to do it now.

Good.

- What's that?
- Evidently, Jill's not coming in.

- When did that become a three alarm fire?
- Jill stopped by the hospital.

- Evidently, Bobby's not doing that good.
- Medavoy, who are you talking to?

- He's talking with the boss.
- All right, lieu.

What's he say about Simone?

That angiogram test
they were gonna do in a few days,

uh, they decided
Bobby needed that now.

- On what basis?
- I'm not sure, Andy.

- On some emergency basis?
- I don't know.

Anyways, uh,
Jill's staying with Diane.

- That's good.
- Yeah, keep her company while she waits.

You know, you two are idiots.

What does that mean, Andy?

That means Simone's gonna have
an emergency test.

You two could be
at a hydrogen-bomb site,

"look at the poodle-shape cloud."

Are you quarreling with the idea

that if Bobby's gotta
have an emergency test?

That it's nice that Jill
is keeping Diane company?

No. That's very heart-warming.

I'm gonna spend the rest of the day
thinking about it,

instead of worrying about him.

- You guys wanna hear about this?
- Yeah, but first we wanted you

to walk away from your crime scene
and come over here, squeezing shoes.

What do you got?

D.O.A.'s in there, multiple stab wounds,
no witnesses.

No weapon that we could find.

Oh, that's all crucially
timely information.

I can see why that would
be such a temptation

for you to come over here
and interrupt our conversation.

- Who found him?
- Dog walker, she's over there.

The dog found him.

- She see anybody around?
- No.

And you might want to talk
to the guy in the blue jacket.

He's been asking a lot of questions.

Yeah? Don't tip him off
that we want to talk to him, all right?

Just turn your back,
let him wander over here.

His pants are down.

Maybe he was takin'
a leak in the bushes.

Yeah, that would be the sole purpose

anybody'd take their pants
down in the park, Medavoy.

Got defensive cuts on his hands.
No wallet.

Takin' a leak, stabbed, robbed.

A couple of empty beer bottles here.

He's got a silk shirt on.
He must have got lured out here.

When you're wearin' a 100 dollar shirt,
you take your leaks in a bar.

Here, looks like some kind
of invoice we got here.

Looks like a guy named, "Tarik Hassam."

He managed an appliance store
on Canal street.

Move your foot, Greg. The other one.

What's that, a button?

Yeah, it looks like it's off
of one of them blue blazers.

Well, it wouldn't be
off the D.O.A.'s jacket.

I never knew of a mugger
who wore a blue blazer.

- Hey, what did you find in there?
- A dead guy. You know anything about it?

No, nothin'.

- What's your name?
- Jim.

You see anything suspicious here, Jim?

- Last night, maybe early this morning?
- I wasn't in here.

You're just the curious type.

Nah, I'm not, I'm just wondering
what the guy looks like.

- Is he a dark guy?
- Yeah. How'd you know?

I think maybe I know
who brought him in here.

I saw her with this dark guy
walkin' into the park about midnight.

Who's that?

She flops where I'm staying.
The Willingham.

- What's her name, Jim?
- Trish McFarland.

Hopped-up half-a-hooker
with rings in her nose.

She does a stupid act...
like she's just off the farm,

the big bad city's too much for her.

It sounds like you might have fell for it.

Trish McFarland. Hotel Willingham.

- Thanks for your help, Jim.
- Hey.

At the right time of night,
I'll fall for anything.

But I don't like the part
where she robs you.

I'm sure he's gonna be fine.

That's all I heard Sylvia say last night,
"he's gonna be fine."

Think we ought to pick up
this Trish, Andy?

Yeah, let's pick her up.

- Sit down.
- Roust me out of my room.

How do you think that's gonna make me
look at the hotel?

Yeah, I'll bet
you're in real good standing

- with the management, Trish.
- What's this about?

Where were you last night?
Did you go into Tompkins Square Park?

No. I wasn't anywhere around there.

Do you think you can come in here
and lie to us?

Don't you start trying to intimidate me.

We got absolutely
reliable information

you went in the park around midnight
with a guy that turned up dead.

You're gonna be charged with murder.
And this is a death penalty case.

So you can say good-bye
to your scummy crackhead life, Trish,

and your good standing in that hotel!

You gonna let him intimidate me like this?

You wanna help yourself, Trish,
you gotta tell us the truth.

Look, I don't know
what your reliable information is,

but I went in the park
with that guy, period.

- You're tellin' me that guy's not dead?
- I'm saying I didn't do it.

So who did it, then?

It wasn't just me and him.
There was another girl there also.

Where's your reliable information on that?

Who is the other girl, Trish?

She's a Spanish girl.
I don't know her too good.

But I was with her for a minute,
when she picked up this foreign guy.

We worked it out that while

she was getting it on with him
in the park. I was gonna...

lift his wallet.

ANDy: Oh, perish the thought!

When we got there, they got in a fight.

She went for the wallet herself.

And he started hitting her,
and she started screaming.

And then her friend ran up to help her.
A Spanish guy.

- It was him stuck the trick.
- And you saw it happen?

I ran.

- I didn't actually see the crime.
- You gotta give us names.

Yeah? What's gonna happen
to me if I give names?

What's gonna happen if you don't
is what you need to be thinkin' about!

Ramona.

- What'd you say?
- Ramona!

Her last name's Garza.

And... Frankie...
I don't know, I've heard it.

- Sosa, Sota, something.
- Soto?

- Sounds right.
- Do you know where we can find him?

Uh, Frankie's a barfly.
He hangs out mainly at Buddy and Jack's.

Ramona more digs crack but she loves him,
so lately she's been drinking.

You're gonna need to tape a statement.

- Why?
- Because I say so!

I was barely involved.

Taped statement's
how you're gonna get that across.

We'll get a D.A. in here for you,
get your side of it on the record.

Pretend she's Audrey Hepburn.

That guy's dangerous.

- Beverage while we get you set up?
- You got ginseng tea?

- No.
- Anything with caffeine.

She's only in the park to lift
the guy's wallet.

Her crackhead Spanish girlfriend
and the drunk

- she runs with, did the murder.
- She gave you a place on 'em?

Buddy and Jack's.

Is Sylvia riding? You wanna call her?

If I wanted to call her, Medavoy,
I'd pick up the phone and dial.

Let me call her.

And I'll ask her to authorize
a summary arrest

- on those two we're looking for.
- Good.

Nothing from Kirkendall
with this further test?

I... she tells me not to worry, Sylvia.

- You know, "Andy, he's gonna be fine."
- Well, maybe he is, Andy.

Yeah, they took him for emergency testing
'cause he's doing so famously.

Before sunset, Medavoy,
I wanna go look for these two.

Bye.

- Sylvia says hello.
- Yeah, the great medical expert.

- Can I say a couple of things?
- Sure.

It's cold.

Having trouble... getting my breath.

And I've really gotta urinate.

The cold's so the machine
functions properly.

You're having trouble breathing
because we have you lying flat.

And you need to urinate
because of the dye we're giving you.

Oh, so now I know.

Try and hold real still
while we start taking some pictures.

If you'd like, you can
watch on the monitor.

No, that's okay.

Again of the circumflex.

- Okay, let's look at the L.E.D.
- L.E.D.'s clean.

Bobby, I don't see any plaquing
or blockages in your arteries

- that would be giving you these symptoms.
- Yeah, uh-huh.

There's some other process going on,

and I want to go ahead
and take some biopsy samples

from different areas of your heart.

I tell ya, I really can't breathe.

Eighty of Lasix,
double five of morphine.

We're gonna run a second catheter,
with a little snipper on the end of it

- through a vein in your neck.
- Doc, I tell ya, I really gotta urinate.

And I'm... I'm suffocating.

Let's hold up.

Let's get a urinal for Mr. Simone.

And let you lift your head
for a few seconds.

Well, everybody, close your eyes.

You guys make me sick!
Why can't you leave me alone?

I got one roach in my left pants pocket,
all right?

- What's your name?
- One roach

and maybe some residue among
the pocket...

Hey, he asked you a question,
numb-nuts.

G-bone. Gerald Lemon.

Is Frankie Soto inside?

It's not my usual place.
I was just in trying it out.

Go ahead and run me in...

You know a guy named Frankie Soto?
He comes in here regular.

I don't ask anybody's name.

- You saying you don't know the guy?
- I don't know him.

Everybody, stand up.
Put your hands on the bar.

Come on, everybody.
You, too, tough guy, get up there!

Come on. You're all gonna show I.Ds.
Get up there.

So why don't Frankie Soto,
speak up now if you're in here,

- so you can save us the trouble.
- I'm Soto.

All right, the rest of you sit down.

Hey, peckerhead.
Let me introduce you to Frankie Soto.

The guy you been giving his mail to,
without knowing his name.

I didn't know you meant him.

Oh, you thought I meant
the other Frankie Soto.

This how you get your booze money?

- Robbing and sticking people?
- Hey, I never stuck nobody.

Yeah? What were you doing
In the park last night?

I wasn't. I was here last night, with her.

What the hell happened to you?

- My boyfriend.
- You did that?

Hey, was she asking for it?
Who threw the first punch? Me or her?

You got in the last one.
They broke this place up last night.

Been me in the bar last night,
your ass be 86'd.

We had 'em running for cover.
See that? Her head did that.

Knocked her all the way across the room.
Pow! With one good right hand.

Yeah. We were rocking and rolling
up one side of the bar and down the other.

But you better sleep with one eye open.

What time this little donny-brook
take place?

Now these two asses was arguing all night.
The rough stuff started about 3:00.

They were in here all night?
They didn't go out?

No. What for? They never eat.

I showed up about 10:00. They were here.

They were thrown out
around three, like he said.

They didn't leave those stools
except to fight or go to the can.

Lyin' bitch Trish.

You wanna press charges
against this asshole?

No, I'm gonna get even.
I'm gonna worry him to death.

Gimme that blade.

Let's go.

God, let him be all right.

He's on his way to the room.

This is my friend, Jill Kirkendall.

- We met.
- Oh, sure, you did.

Hi again.

The arteries to Bobby's heart are clear.

That puts the trouble in the heart itself.

And I went ahead and took
the small tissue samples,

that we talked about for lab analysis.

- This is the biopsy?
- It's called a biopsy, right.

Now, I need to tell you
that in some sense,

the biopsy results are secondary.

Because whatever's going on has damaged
Bobby's heart badly enough,

- that I think we're looking at surgery.
- Like a bypass?

This machine inflates
and deflates the balloon,

I put in Bobby's aorta
to help his heart pump.

- You already did the surgery?
- No. I threaded the balloon

through the same catheter incision
in Bobby's thigh.

And that's a temporary measure
to help his heart pump,

- and so he can breathe more easily.
- But then, he'll still need an operation.

I think he is.

And then he won't need
the machine anymore.

Right, then he won't need the machine.

Now, I explained to Bobby,

why I put the balloon in
and started him on the pump.

But I don't know
how much he'll remember.

I had to give him a pretty good dose
of morphine during the biopsy.

- Hi.
- Hi, Bobby.

First time I breathed good
in three weeks.

Yeah?

That pump's helping with your blood flow.

Gotta give this guy
a D.E.A. courtesy card.

Absolutely.

I'm gonna close my eyes
a little while, okay, babe?

Sure.

Hey, Jill.

Hi, Bobby.

Can you stay with Diane for a while?

- Sure.
- Good.

Let's talk some more down here.
We'll just be a minute.

- Can you stay, though?
- Sure.

- Is he dying?
- No, but we need to help him.

I'll do anything you say.

A bypass isn't an option.

Bobby's arteries are clear.
It's his heart itself that's been damaged.

If his condition improves
over the next few days,

we may implant what's called
a left ventricular assist device.

Essentially, that's a less-temporary
pumping apparatus.

That's if it improves?

Now, looking past that...

I'm pretty sure he's gonna need
a transplant.

Oh.

I know you feel like your world
is falling apart.

The fact is that after
a successful procedure. five years out,

eighty to 90 percent
of cardiac transplant patients are alive.

And living relatively normal lives.

I personally know a heart recipient,
who's been alive 16 years.

Good. Good.

I'll come back when Bobby's more alert
and talk to him.

Also, tonight or more likely tomorrow,

I'll introduce you to the surgeon,
who's joining the case.

Cou... could you ask my girlfriend
to come in?

- Sure.
- And if he's awake,

could you tell him I'll be in
in just a second?

- Yup.
- I'll be in in just a second.

She'd like you to be with her.

He's sleeping.

His heart's badly damaged.

He needs a better heart.

Oh.

- Is... is Bobby asleep?
- Yeah, he's sleeping.

I've gotta be strong for him.

- Okay, it's all right.
- Oh, God.

Okay.

- Shh.
- Oh... Oh, God.

I'll, uh, catch the boss up.

- Hi, Sylvia.
- Hi, Greg.

So I guess you won't be hanging out
no medical shingle anytime soon.

- I heard they were running more tests.
- Emergency tests,

'cause there's nothing to worry about,
like you said at home last night.

Andy, I said that thinking the worst
wasn't gonna help anything,

and I still feel that way.

Yeah? Next time I'm at the optician's,
I'll pick up some rose-colored glasses.

Um, I... take this girl's statement.

Yeah? Well, she's a lying
piece of garbage,

and that statement's useless.

That's not my problem, Andy,

and don't think that you can talk
to me like a jerk

'cause your partner's sick.

- Thanks for your help, Sylvia.
- You're welcome.

How'd it go at the bar?

Both people this lyin' Trish give us
got good alibis.

They were beating each other silly
in front of witnesses.

Okay, Jill. Mm-hmm.
Give both of 'em our good thoughts.

Evidently, they didn't see what
they needed to on the angiogram.

So they took some tissue samples
out of Bobby's heart.

I guess what that showed is,
eventually he's gonna need a transplant.

- Why don't you go in there with Andy?
- Uh, sure, boss.

Get your equipment out of here.

Have you got Ramona
and her boyfriend in custody?

I'm gonna tell you in a minute.

- I got this.
- No, Andy.

- No?
- No.

Because this lyin' Trish
has got me plenty riled up!

I'll tell you that right now!

My partner says that story you gave us
was a bunch of double-talk.

It was not!

Frankie Soto and that Garza woman

weren't in the park with you
and that dead guy, Trish.

They got multiple witnesses verifying
where they were at!

Our boss just told us to charge you
with the sole responsibility

- for the murder.
- You knifed that man!

There were two other people there,
just like I said!

- Just not the two people I said.
- You gonna let her run that crap?

The man that committed
the stabbing's a hooked-up guy.

He's the girl I was with's father.
That's why I was forced to mislead you.

Give up the names,
and no more lying!

Oh, you're serious now.

- He's a mob guy. Can't you understand?
- Give up the names,

and we'll say some homeless person
told us.

John Latona and his daughter's
name's Vickie.

And he come looking for his daughter
'cause of her crack use.

When he found her doing
what she was doing, he stabbed the guy.

That's the God's honest truth!

We need proof to convince us, Trish.
'Cause your credibility's zero.

I took the dead guy's wallet

and hid it in the crack in Vickie's
Dad's backseat.

He drove you and Vickie away
from the park afterwards?

And he said if I gave any information,
I'd be as good as dead.

Write where I can contact them two.

He's got Vickie back at his place
In Stuyvesant Town.

- I don't know the address.
- She got a record?

Uh, just a couple of shoplifting things
as far as I know.

So, now that I'm giving cooperation,
I guess my life's not worth dirt.

Down from the big, contributing society
member that you were

before all this happened.

You got a phone number for this Latona?

Don't you ever queer my play
in an interview again.

Nobody was lookin'
to queer your play, Andy.

Detective Andy Sipowicz, 15th squad.
I'm trying to find a Vickie Latona.

We got a discrepancy
on her bail form on a shoplifting charge.

She can save a new warrant being issued
if she comes down and changes the form.

We're on the second floor. Yeah.

- You understand what I said?
- And what was your play gonna be, Andy?

Break this Trish's jaw,

and then we lose her
as a testifying witness?

Keep mouthin' off to me, Martinez,

I'm gonna show you what my play
was gonna be downstairs in the alley.

It's just Bobby having all
these tests, Andy.

You're just a pain in the ass
and don't know how to be concerned

without making other people
feel miserable.

And I'll tell you that here or downstairs.

Obviously, we're all overwrought.

Detective Sipowicz says he'll need access
15 minutes or so.

Uh, one of the perpetrators in custody
said it's secreted in the backseat.

I'm John Latona.

My daughter was requested in
by Detective Slivawicz.

- Mr. Latona.
- Slivawicz?

I'm Detective Medavoy.

Detective Sipowicz is occupied
at the moment.

Here's my daughter, Vickie.
Whatever the bail-form problem,

she shouldn't have been booked
to begin with.

- Let's talk about this in the coffee...
- She ain't talkin'.

She wasn't guilty in that shoplifting.
She was a bystander.

Mr. Latona, is Vickie actually mute?
Is she capable of speaking?

- I can speak.
- Not in here you can't.

In here, you keep your mouth shut.

Great, you talk for me. Talk all you want.

Right this way.

The judge gave a phone authorization
for your car search.

Thanks.

It's some computer glitch
on your bail form.

We need to verify your list
of previous residences.

It'll just take a little while.

- Excuse me, you drive a white Caddy?
- What happened?

Nothin'. You're...
blocking one of the police buses.

Why don't you just give me the keys?
I'll move it like, ten feet.

You ever drive a Cadillac?

Yeah, I moonlight as a chauffeur.

So...

Oh, here we go.

Ah.

Those police buses
are some parking impediment.

I got the wallet.

Yeah, and this blazer's got blood on it.
There's a button missing.

I don't think the warrant
covers the trunk.

Listen, uh...

I'm sorry.

No hard feelings, I understand.

Please, don't either of you
quote me on this, but, uh,

I sometimes wonder,
with these new computers we got,

how we solve any crimes at all.

Those are my last three addresses.

Prior to the big scene he made,
making me move back in with him.

Like those automatic readers we got in,
uh, supermarket checkout lines?

They're supposed to speed things up.

But you still got a woman in front of you
cashing a ten dollar check.

Where's the efficiency in that?

What's up, fellas?

We gotta talk with Mr. Latona
in private.

- You gotta talk with me in private?
- Yeah.

You got some legal problems
we gotta talk about.

Oh, great.

I ain't had no legal problems
in 27 years.

Why don't you come outside
with me while they talk to your Dad?

- You can't hold me unless you arrest me.
- Okay, consider yourself arrested.

You got my residency forms.
How about I just go?

- We'll talk about it outside.
- Don't say nothin' out there.

Yeah, thanks for all your good advice.
You're the one in custody.

Are you Slivawicz?

Yeah. And I just found a wallet
out in your car.

Belonged to a guy named Tarik Hassam.

Murdered last night
in Tompkins Square Park.

I never even heard a name
like that in my life.

- Were you in that park last night?
- Absolutely not.

How about we got
an eyewitness says you were?

She ain't talkin', so you can forget
about that.

I am talking about your daughter's
girlfriend Trish.

Hey, you can't search my car.

Hey, this is America.
Right there, that's illegal.

- You got no warrant. You got nothin'.
- We got a warrant!

Yeah well... maybe you planted that stuff.

- Including your coat and his blood on it?
- Yeah, well, who says that's my coat?

We know it's your coat
because it's gonna have your DNA

from your dandruff
and your sweat and so forth.

I want a lawyer.

That's gonna be the next-biggest mistake
that you made

in the last 24 hours after what you did
in the park.

Hey, I ain't talkin',
and neither's my daughter.

And you? Can go screw.

Look... here's the yogurt Jill brought me.
She was so sweet, she was here all day.

You wanna try some jell-o?

I mean, when did the doctor
say he was coming back up here, Diane?

The nurse said he had
an emergency procedure.

I think it's the man in room three.

Yeah, well, the man in room three
better be careful,

he don't come back upstairs,
attached to no pump.

Can't get up to go to no John,
and no one tells him what's goin' on.

The pump's to help you breathe.

As far as what else they're thinking,

Doctor Carrera said he wanted
to explain it to you.

Well, he could start with explaining
this tube coming out of my joint.

No one's said nothin' about that.

It's just to help you urinate.

Is it uncomfortable?

Don't even give me no highlights, huh?
Those were his instructions?

He said your heart's damaged.

And, if you get stabilized,

they'll put in some other kind
of mechanical pump.

And then he thinks
you'll need a transplant.

Okay.

But he said the operation
has a high success rate.

- Yeah, huh?
- Ninety percent go back to normal lives.

Hey.

I wish you would've
let him tell you, Bobby.

'Cause he had
all these positive statistics.

It's okay.

Yeah, okay. Okay, Jill.

I mean, if I name
the actual perpetrator...

I hope he wouldn't get in trouble.

I hope so, too, but I think you gotta
look out for yourself.

The same as how
I was there by accident,

maybe he had justifiable
circumstances, too.

I think for your own self-preservation,

it's time to put a name
to the person you're talking about.

You want me to take this in on my own?

Yeah, stall him till we see
how Martinez does.

What if he asks for a lawyer again?
This, uh, Mr. Latona?

That was a passing thing, the one request.

He don't repeat it
'cause he's more concerned

looking out for his daughter.

Make sure she don't Jack herself up.

Anyways, I'll take him his Fresca.

- Who were you on the phone with?
- Jill, she's goin' home.

As far as Bobby,
he's resting comfortably.

- They put some kind of pump inside.
- Oh, boy.

She gave her father up, this Vickie.

Go at the father.
Write a statement, saves his daughter.

You want the Fresca?

Did she talk to you?

Yeah, she talked.
And her girlfriend Trish.

And we got this physical evidence.

I been worried about her.

She got that bust,
and I been afraid she's mixed up in drugs.

I had her move back in, but her mother's
the only thing she paid attention to.

Last night, I drove by this bar she likes.

And I happened to see her.

She was goin' in the park
with some kind of dark-colored guy and...

her bad-influence Girlfriend, Trish.

That's no more than some beatnik
drug-addict prostitute.

By the time I found a parking place
and followed 'em in,

they were in the bushes with him.

What father's gonna see that
and not do somethin'?

- I went in... to stop it.
- With a knife.

You think I'm not sick about this?

Twenty seven years since I'm involved
with somethin' bad!

I don't know what kind of life
she's gonna have for herself, anyhow.

But you put this all on me.

I'm nothing since my wife passed, anyway.

Hi.

Theo went to sleep?

Where were you?

I'm walkin' around the outside
of that hospital like a baby.

No nerve to go in.

Well, maybe Diane and Bobby
need to be by themselves.

For now, anyway.

I get cured from my prostrate,
his heart gives out.

A guy in good shape,
took good care of himself.

And that could all work
to Bobby's advantage.

Yeah? Startin' when?

I meant that being healthy overall,
probably improves Bobby's chances

of coming through
an operation successfully.

Who's got better chances
six months from now,

standin' here talkin' to you, Sylvia, huh?

Me? Who never took care
of himself or him that did?

You have nothing
to do with this, Andy.

And feeling guilty... or angry...
or afraid, is not going to change that.

The time comes when we can't help
the people that we love.

If we can't accept that...

then sometimes we can't show them
we love them at all.

Oh, Andy.

Wh... when my Papa got sick,
my Dad's father...

Half the time my Dad spent
shouting at Papa and the other half...

sitting, crying in the grape arbor
outside Papa's house.

He only spent the last day
holding his hand.

And... this... this may not be hopeless.
This with Bobby.

And this may not be hopeless.

This could be successful.
This whole transplant procedure.

Assuming they can find a heart.

Do you want to pray, Andy?

Go ahead.

Probably you got a better chance.

Hey.

Look who's there.

How's it goin'?

- I'm workin' with mopes and half-brains.
- How do you expect?

How long you gonna
be on nights?

Huh. You tell me.

'Cause, you know, Medavoy and Martinez,
that's not my cup of tea.

- Jill was with Diane.
- Yeah, she wasn't in.

- How you feel?
- I never got over this chest bug.

So far.

- No, right.
- To this point, you mean.

Oh, hey, I'm not
throwin' any towels in.

What is it? The 90 percent so forth...
90 percent are up and around?

Yeah, positive statistics for the morning.

I'll tell you this.

When you're ready to come back,
I'm ready to work with you.

I'm dealin' with mopes and half-brains.
My entire work environment.

Okay, Andy.

Okay.

You got a lot of positive statistics,
and as much as she loves you...

Okay, partner.

Okay.