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LORRIE:
All right, girls...

[WOMEN CHATTERING]

Anyhow, I wanna know
about the length of it.

Was it good?
Um...

High man. Let's go.
I'm in.

Come on.
All right. Here's for me, girls.

MAGGIE:
Are deuces wild?
Did you say that deuce--?

[WOMEN CONTINUE CHATTERING]

Six and the ace. Bet's one.

Oh, a pair of sixes.

Oh, I'm getting
such a headache.

You shouldn't
drink so much, Maggie.

Don't be mean to Maggie.
[CHUCKLES]

God, I feel horny.

You trying to be amusing,
Lorrie, or just crude?

No, I mean it.

I would really like to make it

right now, this minute.

Keep your body stocking on,
baby,

until you and Mort get home.
LORRIE: This is Wednesday.

Mort thinks God gave it to man
only for Saturday night.

Would one of you like
to slip out to the parking lot

for a little while, hmm?

How about you?

No. No.
Well, how about you, sweets?

[CHUCKLES]
Come on, let's play.

King.
King bets.

A nine, four, jack and a deuce.

Someday you'll come around to my
idea of how to run a hospital.

JOE: King's the bettor.
MORT: I'd use the reserve fund

to computerize
the place from top to bottom.

Here we are,
talking shop as usual.

JOE:
Bet are deuces.

I expect the girls
are on the servant problem.

You know my motto: an orgasm a
day keeps the head shrink away.

Oh, Lorrie.

Two, please.

How many did you take?Two.

Two. Two. Girls, come on!

Now, the reason
you all get so uptight

when someone speaks honestly

is you're suffering
from sexual malnutrition.

[MAGGIE LAUGHING]

I'm not suffering
malnutrition, honey.

I'm suffering from starvation.

Can't we change this
to something more pleasant?

Oh, what could be more pleas--?

Ah. You sound as if
Paul isn't coming up with it.

I love Paul. A word
that is not in your vocabulary.

Oh, never mind.
End of discussion.

Next question.
Madam Chairman,

I would like you
to answer me this. Come on, now.

When you and Pete
go home tonight,

you gonna
take a shower together?

How many do you want?
Two.

Or did you ever?

I think he would prefer, dear,

that I not discuss
our personal life with a moron.

Cards?
One.

PETE:
Sneaky.

Two.

Say what you please,
the clinic's not gonna cut

one cent from the student
program. Dealer takes three.

And lastly, pigging around

since the age of 15...
Thirteen, sweet.

...does not necessarily
make you an authority

on sex or marriage.

I call and raise.

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, you have given me
a wonderful idea.

When they try out a new drug,
what do they do?

They run a clinical test, huh?

I'm willing to do the same.
As a favor.

I will lay my years
of experience on the line.

I will sleep
with each of your husbands

and find out
what you've been doing wrong.

Then I'll make a diagnosis
and recommend a treatment.

Perfect time for it
with the kids at camp.

Nobody could be a better friend.

Oh, God. You're not swallowing
all of this, are you?

Darlings, I'm not bluffing.

Matter of fact, I've covered
50% of the territory already.

♪ Someone is giving ♪

♪ A costume ball ♪

♪ Someone's depending ♪

♪ On us to be there ♪

♪ No chance of being ♪

♪ Yourself at all ♪

♪ But you'll know everyone
You will see there ♪

♪ Picture a ballroom
Of mirrors that lie ♪

♪ Oh, how you'll love the world
They will show you ♪

[LAUGHS]
Since it's a medical experiment,

maybe I could charge them
each a fee.

Why not, darling?
You're a specialist.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Well, well...
Bye.

Bye, bye.

What's the joke, huh?

Oh, it's private, Joe.

But it may be on you.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Isn't it a little late, Maggie?

Well, if it isn't my ex-husband,

the friendly neighborhood
urologist.

Come on, Maggie.
I'll drop you off at the house.

Hold it just a second.

You don't tell me what to do.

You're not my husband anymore.

Go take care of your kidneys
and your bladders.

Will you drive her,
Charlie, please?

Hey, why don't you
drive Lorrie home?

♪ And the costume ball
Goes on and on ♪

♪ And on every clock
The hands never meet ♪

♪ This is a ball
Where midnight is missing ♪

♪ At masquerades
The kisses are sweet ♪

♪ You never know
Whose lips you are kissing ♪

I guess I'll just ask you
straight out.

You don't have to answer
unless you want to.

Unless I want to what?

Did you ever sleep
with Lorrie Dellman?

Oh, for God's sake.

I've known Lorrie
since she was a kid.

That's what I was thinking.

She's not the minor-league slut
she seems.

She's more dangerous than that.

That's what I call
nailing down a point.

Only what I don't see--
I mean...

if you already have,
see that it's over with.

And if you haven't, don't.

And which do youthink
is most attractive?

PAUL:
Why you, darling.

But seriously...

Well, the dermatologist in me
would have to say

that Amy has
the most luminous skin--

No, Paul. I mean the man in you.

Lorrie. Among other assets,

Lorrie has about the cutest
rear end in captivity.

Outside of yours, old girl.

[SIGHING]

[SIGHS]
Anyway, Elaine, why?

No particular reason.

"The Weston Clinic
is established in common cause

with the Stella Porter
Memorial Hospital

and Western University.

Combining knowledge of the past
and research of the present,

this institution is dedicated

to enrichment
of life in the future."

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]

DAVE:
Let's see how hot you are
on trigonometry.

Two and two?
Four.

Two and three?
Four.

Oh, that's very good. Heh.

Anything positive?
Well, his reflexes seem to be

a little more active
on the right side.

I think Jerry better stay here
with us for a couple of days,

and you go home.
No. No, I can't.

I'm still on duty.
No, you're off duty.

I'll tell Surgery.

Hey.

Now, you be good, you hear?
Mm-hm.

[CHILDREN CHATTERING]

[GUNSHOT]

This is Dr. Mortimer Dellman.

I live at 403 Pacific Drive.

I believe I've killed my wife.

The man I found her with, he...

He seems to be alive.

403 Pacific Drive
in Sherwood Ravine.

I'll wait here.

[SIREN WAILING]

[CROWD CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

Back, everybody.
Move back. Give him room.

Watch out, folks. Step back.

MAN:
Let 'em through.

I don't mean
to be insulting, babe,

but I've had more action
in a rocking chair.

You know, the black widow spider
eats her mate afterwards.

I'm sorry you didn't enjoy it.

I enjoyed it.

If you have to get back to the
hospital, you'd better leave.

Look, this was more your idea
than it was mine.

And, uh, if it's valentines
you want,

you don't have to worry, babe.

You got some of the prettiest
playthings in town.

I've had what I want from you.

Now put on your clothes
and leave.

[CHUCKLES]

OFFICER 1:
Keep the sidewalk clear.

OFFICER 2:
Let's keep it clear.

That's right. Stay back.

OFFICER 1:
All right. Let 'em through.

Look out. Step back, please.

[MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO]

Thanks, Charlie.

Hello?
It's Amy.

Make way for the president
of the state medical auxiliary.

Hey, Amy, that's just great!

You're a girl
full of ambition and strength.

How'd you swing it?
I gave a perfectly adorable

little speech slamming Medicare.

But Pete's all for that.

Now, dear, we don't have
to tell him howI managed it.

Damn, here comes
one of my migraines.

Why don't you stop by the club
and have a stiff drink?

That is not
the answer to everything.

ANNOUNCER [ON RADIO]:
We interrupt this program...

Would you turn that down?
Tragedy struck our city

only a short while ago

out in the fashionable suburb
of Sherwood Ravine.

Wait. Hold it a second.

...that Dr. Mortimer Dellman,

the prominent brain surgeon,

has shot and killed

his attractive wife, Loretta.

I do not have details...
Maggie? Maggie?

...but it appears to have been
an act of passion

when Dr. Dellman
returned home unexpectedly

and found his wife
with another man.

The man, who is also
a prominent physician,

was shot and seriously wounded.

His name, however, has not
been divulged by the police.

But it's reliably reported

he's on the staff of
our well-known Weston Clinic.

It's understood
that Mrs. Dellman

was killed instantly.

Now we'll return you
to music for mid-afternoon,

but we'll interrupt
from time to time

if we get
any further developments.

[MUSIC RESUMES PLAYING
ON RADIO]

[CROWD MURMURING]

Where's your husband?

He's at his office.

Who do you suppose it is?

Maggie, it could be
any of a dozen.

You don't suppose
it could be Joe?

Oh, don't be so silly.

Well, of course it's Joe.

Well, he'll need blood.

We're both group AB.

That's not easy to find.

Two hours?

Doesn't he check in with you?

Yes, I need him.

I've got a ghastly headache.

You can slow down, fellas.
This joker's dead.

Hi, Helen.
Hi, Joanie.

How's Jerry?
Oh, well, we don't know yet.

They're keeping him overnight.

Why don't you come
have a cup of coffee?

Thanks, no, Joanie.
I'm on my way home.

You better get someone
down here right now.

Mrs. Straughn,
look who they brought in DOA.

If you see him,
get him back here right away!

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Dr. Ward.

Dr. Ward, 56 West, please.
[PHONE RINGING]

When did it stop?
Just when we landed.

Where's the doctor on call?
I'm trying to track him.

He had to rush
up to Intensive Care.

He's left Intensive Care
for Maternity.

Right now, he's somewhere
in between.

Adrenaline!
But we can't do that.

I said, get the adrenaline!

Put him on a max.

Start the respirator.Bob.

HELEN:
Start an IV.

Cardiac alert. Emergency room.

Dr. Heart
wanted in emergency room.

Call for Dr. Heart.

Dr. Heart wanted
in emergency room.

Call for Dr. Heart.

Dr. Heart wanted
in emergency room.

Call for Dr. Heart.

Dr. Heart wanted...
That's code for cardiac alert.

Let's catch this.
Are we allowed?

Dr. Heart wanted
in emergency room.

Could we see this, sir?
Uh, yeah, why not?

Chief of staff
wants all students

to observe everything,
so go ahead.

Dr. Heart wanted
in emergency room.

We called all over the place
trying to locate him.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[RESPIRATOR HISSING, CLICKING]

Tell 'em to open
a thoracotomy pack in O.R. 4.

MAN:
It's being done, sir.

Oh, my God.

How long was he
without heart action?

Only a couple of minutes.

More like four or five.

How much adrenaline?
Two cc's.

EKG.
Well, it's a low voltage,

but it's regular.
PETER: Pulse?

No.
Tamponade.

Large syringe and a 15 needle.

Check me on this.

Hold it.

That's good.

He's got a pulse now,
Dr. Brennan.

PETE:
That doesn't mean he's alive.

[BLOOD PRESSURE BULB SQUEAKING]

Pressure's 80 over 50.

PETE:
He's breathing on his own now.

What do you think, sir?

He's got a chance.

He may not live,
but he's alive now.

Wow.

I just scored
with this guy's wife.

And at the same time,

he's balling
the hottest thing in town.

There's no wound of exit.
Bullet's still in him.

Get him into X-ray.

[PHONE RINGING]

Dr. Brennan?
You ever stick a needle

in a man's heart before?

Ever hear
of closed heart massage?

Of course.
Why didn't you try that

instead of adrenaline?
Well, I did.

I started to, but I wasn't--

You could lose
your license over this.

I don't care if you're
the head operating nurse.

You know a nurse cannot inject
anything into the heart.

What would've happened
if I'd taken the time

to round up a doctor?

He'd be dead.

JOE:
Dave, Dave!

Did I hear right about Paul?
Yeah.

It's terrible about Lorrie,
isn't it?

Lorrie? Wait a minute.
Wait a minute. Lorrie with Paul?

Yeah. Dellman killed her.

Wow.

That's like Lolita
with the pope.

Okay. I'll tell them.

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Dr. Randolph,
please call the operator.

Dr. Burroughs,
please call 104 West.

Mrs. Brennan, Mrs. Randolph,
Mrs. Gray, the alert's over.

You can go in now.

I'm sorry, they didn't say who.

Dr. Ward, would you please
call the operator?

Well, this isa surprise.

It's, uh, nice to see
you're still with us.

Oh, you figured
I got caught with Lorrie.

Well, I'm sorry to puncture
your balloon, but it ain't me.

MAGGIE:
Couldn't care less if it was.

Boy, could I use a drink.

We're not piping vodka through
the fountains till next year.

You ought to
get down on your knees.

You realize I came to this
hospital to give you my blood?

Tell us, Dave.
This bastard isn't going to.

Who did Mort shoot?

He shot Paul McGill.

Pete!

Pete!

Please don't be
angry with me. I...

I really have
a terrible migraine.

I stopped by to ask you
to give me something.

Go home, Amy.

How is Paul?

Bad.

Any brain damage?

I don't know. He's unconscious.

You're disgusted
I thought it might be you.

Oh, go on, Dave. Say it.

There are various ways
of expressing displeasure.

Not expressing it
is one of them.

From now on, get your
lousy blood from somebody else.

Come on, doll.

You know,
we've got a disaster here.

It's a personal
and professional disaster.

Yet we all stand around
going for each other.

Well...

There's Percodan in my kit.

It's in the closet
in my bedroom.

Take a couple of tablets.

MAN:
Dr. Brennan?

X-rays will be ready in a few
minutes in the viewing room.

Yeah.

Pete?

I won the election.

Medical auxiliary.

Great.

Wire the kids.
Next time, run for senator.

I thought you'd be pleased.

Knowing what the clinic means
to you and all,

I thought it would help.
The clinic?

Why, you barely know
where it is.

When were you here last?
A year ago for a checkup?

And today when you wondered--
I came because I care.

You came because you wondered.
That's not fair.

I've got to get
a bullet out of a man.

You want a domestic discussion,
I'll be home later.

In a stinking mood, no doubt.

You can bet on it.

MORT:
This office is atrocious.

BILL:
Did you expect your wife
to be with a man?

Really atrocious.

If I were district attorney,
I'd hire a decorator.

Did you hear my question?

Did I expect her
to be with a man?

Well, with my wife,

the probability has
always favored that conclusion.

Who did you think he might be?

Oh, she was uncritical.

For example,
it might have been you

or the district attorney.

Who did you think
the man might be?

I had reason to believe
she'd been seeing

an intern named Mike Traynor.

For a man who just stood this
whole town right on its ear,

you sure are
one cool customer, mister.

You had no idea
it would be Dr. McGill?

Of course not.

So you arrived home,
you went in the house...

After I heard the sounds,

unmistakable by the way,

I must have lost my senses.

I got my revolver.

With this rash of burglaries,
I keep a gun.

I opened the door.

I couldn't actually see
who or where they were.

I just fired.

They tell me
I shot her through the back.

MALLOY:
You sure did.

Hmm.

Would have been appropriate
if I'd aimed lower.

[OBSERVERS MURMURING]

MAN:
Take a good look. You may never
see anything like it again.

There's the bullet,
inside the patient's heart,

tumbling about
in a stream of blood

but within a confined region,

which indicates it's right
in the middle of a ventricle.

[QUIETLY]
New student?

Uh, is that pad under him
an ice blanket?

That's right. The patient's
temperature is lowered,

reducing tissue metabolism.

And need for oxygen as well.

Uh, could you stand
a little metabolism tonight?

Occupied.

You can see the head surgical
nurse is preparing the skin.

The scrub nurse over there

is helping the doctors
with their gloves.

How about tomorrow?

And of course,
the anesthesiologist

is keeping a close check
on the patient.

Go home. I'll call
the minute we know anything.

I just can't stay home
and keep company with the walls.

If this is some kind of symbolic
display of strength, do you--?

Maybe it's penance.

Oh, no,
this wouldn't make sense.

The only place I won't
go crazy is right here.

I don't advise it.

I won't make a scene.

MAN:
The entire operation takes place

within a sterile field.
Okay.

Every conceivable precaution...

Gowns, rubber gloves, masks.

...is taken
to prevent infection.

This plastic sheet is attached
to the skin, reducing the chance

of contamination from bacteria.

[HEART MONITOR BEEPING
AND RESPIRATOR HISSING]

It's standard procedure
at Weston

for the doctor in charge

to describe his operation
step-by-step.

PETE:
Weston is a teaching clinic
and a teaching hospital.

[OVER SPEAKER]
Since many of you only recently
entered medical school,

I make the presumption
you know nothing.

So I'll take this
from page one.

You've been briefed

on the preliminary steps
in the gallery.

The first incision you make

in open heart surgery
is in the groin.

The vessel he's after
is what you'll be calling

the femoral artery
one of these days.

PETE:
The artery is now isolated

and can be cannulated
and connected

to the pump oxygenator,
if we should have to use it.

It can take the place
of both the heart and lungs.

We've tried to track the bullet.

We think it's in
the right side of the heart.

Since it passed through
another body first,

it might have been deflected.

We may have
to investigate both sides.

I'll expose the heart
to a median sternotomy incision.

That means simply that he's
going to split the breastbone.

I am exposing
the entire sternum.

This incision will give us

free access
to the heart itself.

[PHONE RINGS]

I've been on the phone.
They're operating on him now.

God, I hope Paul makes it.

I wouldn't want to harm him
under any circumstances.

My full confession.
Hm?

Bill, did you advise him
of his right to--?

Oh, your assistant's mindful
of the Miranda case.

He followed the law
to the letter.

However, I wouldn't say
the art of interrogation

is exactly his bag.

All right, Bill,
that'll be all.

I'm afraid there's nothing there
that'll help you.

You don't mind if I read it?

The facts are run of the mill,

though stated
quite articulately.

I suspect people
who are too, uh, articulate.

Oh, come now.
You know as well as I do

that one's not responsible
for his actions

under these spicy circumstances.

Why, only three years ago
in the State v. Clarkappeal,

it was held
a justifiable homicide--

How in the hell do you know
so much about the law?

Unlike my colleagues,
I have many interests.

I'm an authority
on first editions,

I've published a book
on West Indian cooking,

I have a theory about the--
Tell me this, simply this.

Everyone, yourself included,
knew of your wife's reputation.

You must have had
dozens of opportunities before.

Why did you do it today?

That's rather
an interesting question.

PETE:
It's possible to cut

all the way through
the breastbone with this saw

without damaging any
of the underlying structures.

[HIGH-PITCHED WHIRRING]

[SIGHS]

Doctors' wives.

PETE:
Using wax now.

Closing off the marrow.

This ligament here,
the interclavicular.

Now cutting it.

This membrane...

the pericardium.

Open it.

[WHISPERS]
I think she's all right.

PETE:
What you see now
is a human heart.

I'll now expose
the pulmonary artery,

which carries blood
to the lungs,

so that we can block it
and prevent the bullet

from escaping into the lungs.

The aorta, this large canal,

carries blood
to the rest of the body.

I don't want to nick that.

It might be uncontrollable.

[WHISPERING]
What's his like?

[WHISPERING]
What's his what like?

His wife, of course.
Oh.

[♪♪♪]

Starting what we call
a purse-string suture.

When I'm done, I'll make
an incision in the center here,

insert my finger
and do a blind probe.

My finger
is in the right ventricle.

I'm trying
to locate the bullet.

I can't feel it.
Is it in the left side?

If it is,
we'll have to go on bypass.

HAGSTROM:
This oxygenator will let us
open the heart

and repair any damage to
the wall between the ventricles.

It will take considerable time.

No, wait. The bullet. I got it.

Trying to work it back. Yeah.

It's caught. I can't...

I can't get it out here.

He'll have to make
a second incision

or try to push the bullet out
the way it entered.

I'm pressing the bullet against
the wall of the ventricle.

We'll have to do this
with inflow occlusion.

That means
to block the inflow of blood.

They can hold this
for only a minute

without serious brain damage.

Tighten the tapes.

They're tight.

There it is.

[ALL MURMURING]

Radial purse-string.

[SIGHS]
He can do a blind probe
on me any day.

Any day.

And I'm free tomorrow.

What time?
Where do you live?

Could you handle the closure?

NURSE:
Would you like
a culture on this?

You look beat.

You better go home.

HELEN:
I was on my way home

when something funny happened.

Mr. Porter, please. Just a word.
Have you anything to say?

Sir, have your grandchildren
been informed?

No comment. None at all.

To your knowledge,
has Dr. Dellman ever displayed

a violent temperament
prior to today?

I do not care
to speak about him.

Any feeling
about his legal position?

I hope to God
he gets what he de--

I told you, no comment.

REPORTER [ON RADIO]:
That's Jake Porter
on the subject

of the man
who killed his daughter.

Mr. Porter,
who flew here from Phoenix

this afternoon
in his private jet,

is a regent
of Weston University

and a philanthropist
of international note.

District Attorney Douglas
has vowed a vigorous--

Well, this is gonna
lacerate the clinic.

For a while, anyway.

To hell with the clinic.

This may come
as a surprise to you,

but I don't feel
any pity, any sorrow,

any regret
for that oversexed kook.

Not an ounce.

Do you want a cocktail?
No.

And I'm gonna play
in that tournament tomorrow,

whether you like it or not.
You are not going to play golf.

Have a little respect
for the dead.

Lorrie Dellman
was a friend of ours.

And your description of her
is very unfair.

Lorrie was one of the most
normal people I ever knew.

Because she always won
at musical beds?

I didn't say moral.
I said normal.

She didn't set out
to destroy our marriage,

she set out to improve it?
I don't know what that means.

It means a lot of things, Dave.

We're on the brink of disaster.
Don't you find it interesting

that every time
you're angry with yourself,

you take it out on someone else?
Oh, stop being so analytical.

Why the hell
should I be angry with myself?

Would you like
to go upstairs with me?

That never interests you
before dinner.

Why tonight?

[MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO]

[MUSIC STOPS]

What are you doing in here?

I'm getting the feel
of your room

and your shower.

You apparently
got rid of the migraine.

Percodan and champagne.

Doctors' wives have everything.

Didn't take the Percodan.
Couldn't find it.

That's strange. I know
I left my case in the closet.

How's Paul?

His heart's okay.

We won't know the rest
until morning.

[STEREO CLICKS ON
AND MUSIC PLAYS]

How long has it been, Pete?

I didn't mark it on my calendar.

It's been a long time.

Yeah. A very long time.

Why do people stop doing it?

I guess it's when going to bed
with your wife becomes a duty.

Did we ever make love
not in bed?

Huh.

I see. This is the night
for the big sex talk.

Why not?
I feel nothing ages a couple

more than
not talking about sex.

I don't like to talk
about it, Amy. I like to do it.

We never made love
on the floor, did we?

People do, you know?
In paperbacks, anyway.

After 16 years of marriage,

cool Amy Hughes,
who only liked it in the dark

and always pretended
it was rape,

finally pulls her pants down.

Another child?

Are you out of your mind?

Will you stop playing
the shrew?

I took it before dinner
and during dinner. I've...

had enough of it about now.

Della, every marriage
needs a psychic energizer

from time to time.
Oh, my God.

I realize it's an odd phrase
for another child.

What I'm saying is,
let's get reinvolved, hm?

Think about it.

I just thought about it.

I've got three kids,
and I love them.

But four is a crowd.

It might interfere
with your golf,

but if you had
a tournament that day

you could arrange
to give birth at the 19th hole.

You'd have Maggie
as the midwife.

Look, Dave, I've lived
in America a long time now,

and I've picked up the slang,
I know what a shortstop is,

I even roast the weenies
at your mother's cookouts,

but, my God, it's dull.

And all you can recommend
is more of the same.

I mean, the scene's
past me by, man.

I can feel myself getting older.
My ass is beginning to sag.

In my opinion,
your ass is beautiful.

Oh, now, look,
don't change the subject.

I hate Weston. I want
to get out of here for a while.

All right.
I'll arrange to get away

after the first of the year.
Don't handle me, Dave.

I know exactly what will happen.

You'll say you can't get away
until summer

because Alice Perkins
is suicidal

and might knock herself off,

which, incidentally,
might be a blessing.

This town could stand to lose
a few more besides Lorrie.

Now, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

Now, why do you
bring Lorrie into this?

And why the steady abuse?

Because you think
I went to bed with her?

No. Look, I've got
to get some sleep.

I've got a tournament tomorrow,
and when I win,

I'll play
in the finals on Friday.

You're too wise a husband
or too good a psychiatrist

to crowd me, aren't you, Dave?

I wouldn't wanna do that.

I'm simply telling you
not to play.

[♪♪♪]

PETE:
It's strange
what turns people on.

Bottle of wine...

and Lorrie.

AMY:Lorrie?

PETE:
When somebody dies,

we want to prove
we're still alive.

LEW:
Man, don't you ever get enough?

Enough? What's that?

Like, how many yesterday?

Uh, four.

You're sick.
It's a sickness. It really is.

Let's hope it's incurable.

Good morning.

I hear
your husband's in fine shape.

Good.

Say, uh, that was some curve
you threw me yesterday.

"I've had what I want from you"?

Heh, wow.

He's against adoption, huh?

Oh! Small-world department.

Guess who I had a date with
last night? Dr. Hague's nurse.

You know Hague pretty well,
don't you?

The resident gynecologist.

From what I hear,
he's made every known test.

Since he's never found anything
wrong with you or your husband,

your failure to fertilize has
gotta be strictly psychological.

Enter big daddy, hm?

Oh, don't get me wrong.
I'm flattered.

I got a feeling I'm the first.

How about
this afternoon at 3:00?

Tomorrow then.

Look, all I'm prescribing
is a booster.

You can't be sure
with one injection.

You're the most vulgar young man
I've ever met.

Well, Elaine,
it's you old people

that bring out the vulgarity
in us young people.

Ciao.

[ENGINE STARTS]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Hey, Mike, watch out!

What's the urgency, Mort?

I don't have a lawyer yet.

I'd like Lee Bailey.

Good luck.

But it's a clinic
obligation entirely.

You wouldn't have the gall.

Your problem is that
you're an ethical man,

therefore, you assume
the next fellow is.

I'm not. I'm an expedient man.

But then everybody is expedient
in some section of his soul.

Thanks for the lesson
in comparative morality.

A half-dozen magazines
would pay handsomely

for the intimate details
of Lorrie's clinic project.

You know that as well as I do.

What clinic project?

Oh, you mean to say
that Amy didn't tell you?

Well, the game was to bed down
with all you fellows

and report her recommendations
to the girls.

Sort of
a living marriage manual.

[CHUCKLES]

Lorrie had
an impish sense of humor.

I wonder
who decorated this dump.

So either we play ball

or you peddle this sex saga,
is that it?

I'm afraid it's what they want.
Look at the bestseller list.

You're a brilliant surgeon,
Mort.

You're also a son of a bitch.

Ever been to Lebanon, Pete?

How much?

In Beirut, you swim
in the Mediterranean.

And then in an hour,
you're skiing on a mountaintop.

How much?
Well, in any event,

I'll have to establish
a new life somewhere.

A hundred thousand dollars.

To buy out
my share in the clinic.

Actually, it's a steal.

You fellows can stand the tab.
You, Paul, Dave, Joe.

Get Barney Harris
to come in with you.

Barney Harris
is not on the board.

I suggest he take my place.

He's a good neurosurgeon,
he's pleasant...

and he cheats on his wife
rather regularly.

He'd fit right in.

You're not
a son of a bitch, Mort.

You're a loathsome
son of a bitch.

[WOMEN CLAMORING]

Girls. Girls. It's simply
a matter of public relations.

Now, we'll send flowers. We'll
all go to the funeral tomorrow,

and we'll send a wire
to Lorrie's father

extolling her many virtues.
Oh, please. Lorrie was a tramp

and we may as well admit it.

Truth is, we're all tramps.

Only, Lorrie was
an honest tramp.

You know why?

Because she did
what she wanted when she wanted.

Most of the time, she was.
Disgusting.

What's the matter, honey?
Maggie, pet, you're interfering

with a matter
of truly cosmic significance.

Darling, the meeting's
almost finished.

Why don't you just sit
over here for a moment?

You know why you talk
to me like that, don't you?

It's because
I never got out of high school.

But Joe didn't care.

He and I connected right off.

Then... Then he began
to make all this money.

People kept bringing him
their bladders.

And then you had to let us
in this snooty club.

Everyone's in a stew today
after the murder. You know why?

Because that little
old bullet got us all.

Mm-hm, that's right.
Got you and you and me.

Maggie, have some coffee.

And you, Amy Brennan, chairman
of the bullshit committee.

Okay. Meeting's adjourned.

[WOMEN CHATTERING]

Is that the spinal?
Mm-hm.

That's what caused
the convulsion yesterday.

Only a drop of blood now, but
there must have been more then.

You better have Penfield
set him up for an angiogram.

Mm. Take him to Radiology.
Keep him very quiet.

We don't want to risk the
possibility of a rehemorrhage.

Dr. Brennan, I'd like
to stay with him.

All right.

I'll have Miss Collins
sub for you at surgery

until the boy is out of danger.

SYBIL [ON RECORDING]:
Combining knowledge of the past
and research of the present,

this institution is dedicated

to enrichment of life
in the future.

Can you imagine?

At the very moment
that I was recording that,

he was shooting his wife.

What did you say
her name was? Lucy?

Lorrie.

You've got
a curious sort of a hobby.

Yes?
Yeah.

Well, some people
collect metamorphic rocks.

I just find tapes
more practical.

See over there?

I interviewed this whole slew
of unmarried mothers.

And you know what?
I turned it in

for my graduation thesis
in sociology

for Professor Reed,
and I got an A-double-plus.

And then I taped Professor Reed.

[MUSIC PLAYS OVER SPEAKERS]

I have 30 in that category now.

[SIGHS]

Subject clearly heterosexual.

This goes on during?

After a while,
you won't even notice.

[♪♪♪]

SYBIL:
Manual stimulation beginning.

Erogenous zone responding.

Tactile stimulation increasing.

Sublingual glands secreting.

Goose pimples, extensive.

Intense empathic reaction.

Muscular tension mounting.

Oh, you sweet baby, you.

My tape recorder.
What?

I've gotta get my tape recorder.

Oh, my God.

Well, we're all specialists.

Maybe they'll let us practice
down in Yucatán.

Very funny.
If we don't give Mort Dellman

his $100,000,
we can't stay here.

I just don't understand

how Paul could've done this
to the clinic.

Don't blame him.
Might have been any one of us.

Oh, lay off that stuff.
It's true.

With Lorrie
and her 11th commandment,

"screw thy neighbor."

Who's got that kind of money
lying around?

We can sell our investments.

Just because you analysts
make a big, fat fee

every hour on the hour.
Fat fees, big investments.

What do you know
about my welfare patients?

What do you know
about alimony and child support?

All right, damn it,
let's get back to the point.

If we can't ante it personally,

we can get the corporation
to float a bank loan.

Do we pay the blackmail
or tell him to go to hell?

I think we gotta
pay the bastard.

What else can we do?

I'll stop by the City National
in the morning.

Now she's got 31
in this category.

I'd be the 32.
Before she graduates,

she'll have every MD
in the place raped and taped.

[SIGHS]

[CASS ELLIOT'S "THE COSTUME
BALL" PLAYING ON STEREO]

♪ Oh, how you'll love
The world they will show you ♪

♪ Magic chandeliers
Softly hide the years ♪

♪ And the costume ball
Goes on and on ♪

Maggie.

♪ And on and on ♪

Maggie.

♪ And on every clock ♪

♪ The hands never meet ♪

Maggie?

♪ This is a ball ♪

♪ Where midnight is missing ♪

♪ At masquerades
The kisses are sweet ♪

Maggie!

♪ You never know ♪

♪ Whose lips you are kissing ♪

♪ Someone is giving
A costume ball ♪

♪ Someone's depending ♪

♪ On us to be there ♪

It's me.

[BEER CAN OPENS]

[COUGHING]

What the hell?

♪ It's not very far
Just come as you are ♪

[GASPING]

♪ Even when the music ♪

♪ And the dancers
All are gone... ♪

I could have got out.

What'd you have to come
barging in here

like the happy lifeguard for?

Ruined all your clothes.

Are you kidding?

I happened to be driving by.
[COUGHING]

Otherwise, you'd be dead.

Well, maybe
I would've been happy.

I doubt it.

Dead's not
what it's cracked up to be.

Come on, let's get inside.
Oh, please.

Will you just
leave me alone, Joe?

Let's go, Maggie.
It's cold out here.

And why are all the lights on?

It's like the aurora borealis.

Hey, what do you mean,
you happened to be driving by?

This isn't
on the way to your place.

Well, I drive by every night.

Why, Joe?

You know, before we got married,

we used to talk
to each other. You remember?

About every damn subject
in the world.

Even the ones
I didn't understand.

Then, all of a sudden,

we kind of ran out of words.

Yeah, I remember.

Come on, let's get you inside.

PETE:
Don't nag, Helen.

It's just that a girl has
junk dumped on her coffee table,

she gets, like, inquisitive.

When you found the others gone,
what did you tell her?

[SIGHS]

Nothing.

Oh, don't be a mommy, Pete.
No, that's... I...

I didn't tell her anything.

Pete...

Look, Helen, I...

I came here to think,
not to talk.

I should have spent the night
at the hospital with Jerry.

Thank you.

What turned you off, Joe?

You were drunk, Maggie.

What made me drink?

Maybe I did.

Oh, no. It was my fault.

Can't something
be somebody else's fault?

Think maybe I...
I should stop being a nut?

Maybe see an analyst?

Yeah.

Joe.

You can stay an hour.

But then you have to go
right home.

She couldn't find the Percodan,

so she decided that morphine
would be more effective.

It was effective, all right.

What makes you so sure
this only started last night?

It was last night.

But if five of them
are missing, then--

Don't nag, Helen.

Don't nag.

My guess is she hid the others.

For use when needed.

Morphine is
a depressant, doctor.

Or it can remove inhibitions
in one out of a hundred,

especially
when laced with champagne.

Keep going.

That's right. Last night.

[BEER CAN OPENS]
Well, heh...

Well, for years
I've heard about this...

This shatter-proof dame.

So she's not.

Well, no woman is.

It's just a front we put up

to keep you
from walking all over us.

Did Jerry build this?

You leave it alone.
He hasn't finished it yet.

Okay. How was it
after the long drought?

You wanna know?
No.

You wanna know.
No, no, no.

Well, it was Mohammadan.

It was the Arabian Nights.
Okay, that does it!

Oh, you are really some help!

Help? Help?
You're just not with it.

I don't appreciate
your sleeping with your wife!

[BOTH LAUGHING]

[SIGHS]

[CHUCKLES]

What are you doing?

Come on, put that down. What--?

What the hell?
Give me that. Come on.

No. No.
No. Come on. Give it to me.

Give it to me. Give it to me.

No, I just wanted to see
if it would make me feel Arabic.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Oh, Pete, that's so bitchy.

Oh, I like to laugh at you.

I like to get mad at you.

I like to bring
my problems to you.

I rely on you, Helen.

That's a man
saying goodbye to his mistress.

Oh, I know how you feel.

I feel the same way myself.

You go on, Pete.
You finish your beer,

and then you shove off.
Godspeed.

Wait a minute.
Let me tell you something.

I've been kidding myself
all along.

For years,
I had this nutty idea

that someday she would
push you too far.

That this town
was sophisticated enough

to accept you and me,
out in the open.

Don't bring that into it.
Well, no more.

Now it's conformity time.

Every husband, including you,
is going back to his wife.

Heh, for a while.
Isn't it late to accuse me

of something like that?
I knew it.

I knew it this morning.
There was something in you--

Something...

Yes, and Amy's learned
to like it.

And I don't care for this
to be a place for you to think.

You think with her.

Oh, my God.
All women arealike.

I've had affairs before you,
and I'll have affairs after you.

Jezebel?
Isn't that a little outdated?

Yeah, well, she was
a determined dame too.

And I'm determined, Pete.

I'm quitting.

I'm going away somewhere.
I don't know where.

I don't know
what the hell I'm gonna do.

I'd like to get married again
to someone who isn't married.

Ah, come on, now.No, no.

I'll meet someone who's
attractive and that I like.

And he'll make me
stop working and--

Will he make you stop loving me?

Oh...

[♪♪♪]

I don't like you gentle.

Will you please go home?

Helen--
Go home, Pete.

[♪♪♪]

Stand by here. Let's go.

Thank you for coming.
It's kind of you.

You win.

Jake.

Where are Sharon and Stella?

I ruled out their attendance.

You're right, I suppose.
They're impressionable.

My reason is sounder.

I don't want them
ever to look at your face again.

That can be arranged.

It took a funeral
to get her sober.

No it didn't, honey.
It took a good lay with my ex.

Shall we bow our heads

and have a few moments
of silent prayer?

AMY:
I suppose
I owe her something at that.

Maybe if she hadn't mentioned

that outrageous scheme
at the club, I'd...

I'd never...

Maybe it never would've
happened with Pete and me.

DELLA:
No rain.

The radio said rain.

Mustn't rain.

Don't want to despond.

Want to play.

Damn Lorrie.

Goddamn Lorrie.

MAGGIE:
I bet it'll be
a lousy eulogy.

All he needs to say
is Mrs. Dellman

had a lovely bedside manner.

ELAINE:
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those...

Lorrie, you always had
such style.

No wonder the men....

JERRY:No!

[JERRY GROANING]

Jerry?
[WHIMPERING]

Jerry, honey, stop.

To conclude the services,
I will read from the 42nd psalm.

"As the hart panteth
after the water brooks--"

May I see Dr. Brennan?
"As the hart panteth

after the water brooks,

so panteth my soul
after thee, O God.

My soul thirsteth for God,

for the living God.
When shall I come..."

Would you step in?
No, no. I'll wait here.

"My tears have been
my meat day and night,

while they continually say
unto me, 'Where is thy God?'

When I remember these things,
I pour out my soul in me.

For I had gone with a multitude.

I went with them
to the house of God.

with a voice of joy and praise
with a multitude..."

Pete, it's Jerry.
I tried to phone, but...

"...cast down, O my soul?

And why art thou
disquieted in me?"

[CROWD MURMURING]

"Why art thou cast down,
O my soul?

And why art thou
disquieted in me?

Hope thou in God,
for I shall yet praise him

for the help
of his countenance."

BARNEY:
Yes, well,
we've located the trouble.

A wide-based aneurism
in the brain.

Unusual in a child.

HELEN:
It's very large.

Let's hope the dome
isn't as weak as it appears.

Let me see that.

Oh, Pete, please,
not today. Not--

This could turn into a massive
hemorrhage. We can't delay.

I'm sorry.

PENFIELD:
Why wouldn't this be a case

for that ferromagnetic
thrombosis technique?

DEEMSTER:
You wouldn't be pushing brain
tissue and blood vessels aside.

Magnetic thrombosis
has its advantages, but...

But what?

But it's not
established procedure.

Dellman uses it, doesn't he?

Yes.
Mort's a big experimental type.

But I don't believe in crossing
against the traffic lights.

Ever.
Oh, my God.

[CROWD APPLAUDING]

WOMAN: Good putt.
MAN: Great.

WOMAN: Oh, man!
MAN: That girl is terrific.

You'll sign that first.

"The provisions of this document
take effect

upon receipt of
a cashier's check for $250,000."

You understand the provisions?

My grandchildren's surname
will be changed to Porter.

Mm-hm.
You're not in any shape or form

to communicate with them
ever again.

I can read.

[TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACKING]

Dr. Brennan, can I help you?

Oh, yes. Uh, I'd like
to speak to you for a minute.

Privately.

Well, I'm in a meeting here.

I want you to spring
Mort Dellman for a few hours.

You want me to what?

Under police escort.

Look, it'd save time
if I could explain this

to you both together.
Just believe me, it's important.

All right, doctor,
you can talk to him.

The line forms on the right.

I'm tired of treating this man
like he's royalty.

He's taken over
the conference room

and made it
into his private office.

Excuse me for interrupting,
Mr. Porter,

but, uh, Dr. Brennan...

[CROWD EXCLAIMS, APPLAUDS]

[CROWD GROANS, MURMURING]

Considering the details
you've given me...

yes, it would
definitely lower the risk.

And coating it,
which is the only alternative,

would take four times as long.
A scrub team's waiting.

How about it?
Hmph, I can see the headlines:

"DA demands death penalty
for doctor who saves child."

The hell with that.
This man committed a murder.

I'm gonna get a conviction.
PETE: There'll be no publicity.

I give you my word.

No reporters, no crowds?
Nothing.

Just bring him in and out
the car at a street entrance.

All right. I'll take your word.

I'll have to get a court order.

But don't you think
for one moment

this lets you
off the hook, Dellman.

The unwritten law
doesn't work for a husband

who has known
about his wife's activities.

Mr. Porter, are you finished?
No, not quite.

Pete, who's the anesthetist?

Long.

Penfield's on x-ray.
Pictures are good.

The unjust part is that he was
given the genius to save lives.

I wasn't given it, Jake.
I earned it.

I have the character to step
over the line...

Character?
...to try out new concepts.

You disgrace the word.
Let's get the hell out of here.

You know, I haven't said
I'd do it.

How can you notdo it?

Oh, I haven't said I wouldn't.

If it's the business of
when you get the clinic money,

any time you want it.
I assumed that.

How long does it take that plane
of yours to fly to Mexico City?

Four hours, why?
What's that got to do with it?

No longer? You're certain?

Four hours and 20 minutes
at most.

It's no more than 20 minutes

from the hospital
to that airport, right?

What's the point?

It can work.

I can make the flight
Lorrie and I took this spring:

8:30, Mexico City to Madrid.

Look, the operation
will require 45 minutes.

That puts me out by 3:30.

You have your plane and pilot
ready to take off at 4:00.

Climb down off the wall.
That's what I count on,

that neither you nor Douglas
could conceive

such a stunt for a moment.

I'll be damned
if I take a chance

with some jury
if I can get away now.

Leave your key in your car.

I'll need $5000 at the plane,
medium-sized bills.

Send the balance,
a draft, in my name

to the Antra Bank in Beirut.

You do the same
with the clinic money.

I won't let you
slam through this operation.

I've completed it
in that time before.

I'll do everything
I can for him.

How much is he getting from you?

A hundred thousand.

A joke. A crumb next to
what was in your will!

Pete, you'll assist me.

I'll need you close by
when I finish.

And, Jake, I hate
to trouble you further,

but my passport in the
top drawer of my desk at home,

have it at the airport.
How do you know

I cut you out of my will?
How do you think?

Lorrie told me, laughing
her sadistic head off about it,

taunting me over it.
That was less than a week ago.

As she taunted me
over the man she had that day

over all the men she had!
They buried her today!

I didn't plan it,
but I'm glad I did it.

I'm gonna get
what I can out of it.

Jake! Jake!

Well, what do you say?

If we don't...

you'd let a child die?

Hippocrates won't haunt me.

Use Barney Harris.
He's a competent surgeon.

Let's go his route, Jake.

You can't mean that.

PETE:
It's a question of priorities.

The child comes first.

Stop to consider
what you're saying.

To become involved
in a criminal act--

I've considered.

You'll risk jail?
You'd ask me to risk jail?

I hope I'd ask this
for any child.

I don't believe
you're responsible for the boy.

The boy's mother--
I know.

She's your head nurse, but...

She's a lot more
than that to me, Jake.

Help us.

You're probably the only man
in town who doesn't know.

[DISCO MUSIC PLAYING ON RECORD]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Her beat is miserable.

[VOLUME INCREASES]

What are they called?

The Purple Indifference.
Ah.

Are you taking the day off?

No, I have to get back
to the hospital.

But you took the time off to
watch me make a fool of myself.

Didn't you?

Didn't you?

[YELLS]
Didn't you, Dave?

[MUSIC STOPS]

I thought we'd do well
to get this thing settled

before we had a chance
to think about it.

You arrogant, superior bastard.

What do you want,
a separation or a divorce?

What's better
for the income tax?

Separation.
All right.

Do I need a lawyer?

Not unless you want one.

Oh.

Anyhow, you're too bloody
civilized to be unfair.

The kids are mine.

Gonna have to figure out
a way to tell them.

You cool, superior bastard, you.

Your idea of a discussion
is to shove somebody around.

You tell the boys,
and I'll tell Carol.

Will you please send Billy
an extra 5 bucks?

He hates the food up there,
and he's living on candy bars.

Well, it's better than pot.

What the hell
are you hanging around for?

I want a tub and a drink,
and I have nothing more to say.

Haven't you?
Thought perhaps you had.

Had what?

Whatever it is
that's literally destroying you.

Telling readiness. I thought
perhaps you've reached it.

It's like
reading readiness in a child.

You've got a term.

You've got a goddamn bloody term
for everything!

I'd like you
to answer one question.

Do you love me?

Rather...

Did you ever love me?

That's the same question.

What's the opposite of love?

Hate or indifference?

Indifference is
the death of love.

[LORRIE CHUCKLING]

[LORRIE LAUGHING]

DELLA:
I told her to stop.

It was a cinder, I think.

You and Mort
and all of you were away

at that medical convention
in Detroit.

Three years now.

She was laughing away.

The movie. I didn't...

And she laughed
and laughed and--

She said, "Go to the bedroom
and lie down,"

and she'd get it out.

Well, it hurt.

You know how it is when you get
a really bad one in your eye,

a cinder or a bit of dust.

The way she touched me...

It was a hot night, and I...

I wore a thin blouse
and no bra.

I was lying there so grateful
it was out of my eye.

It must have flown in through
the window as we drove back.

And I remember she said:

"Some people are stage struck,

some are clothes struck...

and I'm sex struck."

She was folding back my eyelid
with a matchstick.

We'd had dinner
at the Poor Man's Pub

and then the movie.

She went
into the bathroom for the--

For the eye drops...

and I was lying there
in the bed.

I told her to stop.

Chicken. She said I was chicken.

Kept stroking my face.

It seemed so natural.
Not at all ugly.

And there was this crazy
sort of half-slip she had on.

It-- It had cherubs on it.

That is funny.

That is pretty funny.

I wanted her to touch me.

Just that. Just that then.

Never after,
even though she tried.

Just once. Once only.
Only that night.

Came back without her dress.

Cherubs with makeup
on their faces.

Lipstick and rouge.

I hated her!

Hated her every minute since.

She...

touched my shoulder
with her tongue,

lying next to me,

remembering the movie
and laughing about it.

She touched me so gently...

along my leg.

Kissed me.

It was wonderful, Dave.
It was wonderful.

No, Dave! No, I--
I tried to tell you!

A hundred times, I did,
but I don't know!

I started waiting to--

Oh, Dave, I tried to tell you!

[SOBBING]

Oh, Dave!

Dave! Dave!

Hitting people
with newspapers.

We'll have to see somebody
about that.

It's a bad habit.

Don't break it.

I'm sorry, but the gallery
will be closed this afternoon.

Standard operating
procedure, sir.

It's Dr. Brennan's rule
that any student--

Dr. Douglas is making
the rules today, miss.

It's an outrage.

Oh, well, I'm barred
from there myself.

I'm gonna write a letter
to the surgeon general.

I think you should.

Would you help me draft it?
Sure.

Maybe tonight at my place?

Uh, no. I can't.
I got a date with my wife.

Damn!
What's the matter, babe?

Well, I may never
have another chance

to tape a magnetic
thrombosis operation.

Say, about this tape archive,
what are they for?

Well, I promised them to Yale
for their time capsule.

That should do it.

Good.
Well, I'll just double check.

It isn't necessary.

What's the time, sergeant?
Three after 3:00.

Let's get on with it.
But, doctor...

it won't take five minutes
to confirm the location.

The measurements are exact.

Well, we triple checked it
in the Stuart case.

Recheck, doctor.

Gentlemen, I'm in charge here.

If you take
any unnecessary risks...

Pete, I know what I'm doing.

I'll finish it properly and be
out of here by 3:30 if you--

[HEART MONITOR BEEPING
AND RESPIRATOR HISSING]

Ferromagnetic thrombosis.
What--?

No, that's just a technical name
for the process.

He takes powdered iron,
mixes it with serum,

makes into a sludgy form.

Well, that comes toward the end.

Before that, Dellman must
make exact calculations

of various angles and lay out
a path in the brain,

almost like a pilot
using a radar beam

for an instrument landing.

And rest assured,
he's an expert,

one of the few surgeons
who performs this operation.

Now, he'll insert
the hollow steel probe

with a magnet at its end
along the path he's worked out.

Obviously, the angle and depth
must be correct

to the fraction
of a millimeter.

Then he'll push a needle
through the probe.

When he does that,
there may be a spurt of blood,

which means the tip of the
needle is where it should be.

He'll then inject
the sludgy iron solution

through the needle,
it clings to the magnet

and permanently seals
the aneurysm.

X-ray.

Get the iron solution ready.

PAUL: Why did I do it?
Is that all you wanted to know?

I can't imagine
what got into me.

I just stopped by
to leave off a drug sample

for a skin ailment
Lorrie said she had.

Did she ask you
to drop it off?

And then you stayed
for a drink.

And, uh, she was wearing
a miniskirt,

which got oh-so-much mini-er
when she sat down.

And there was
nothing underneath.

Are you saying I was roped in?

Like a baby calf
just turned 50.

[DOOR OPENS]

ELAINE:
Sorry I'm late, dear.

I thought I'd freshen up a bit.

Paul,
in my professional opinion,

your marriage
is reasonably secure.

[HEART MONITOR BEEPING
AND RESPIRATOR HISSING]

What's keeping Penfield?

He's coming now.

Probe seems to be
in good position.

It's in perfect position.

I came to see Pete.

They told me
he was in the operating room

with your little boy.

He's very fond of him.

Yes, I know.

Is he Pete's child?

No.

I'm glad.

I'm sorry. I wish he were.

You needn't
have bothered to come.

It's finished.

Even if I could have him,
it's finished.

When this is over...

I'm leaving here.

Even if he loves you?

You're not at all
what I thought you'd be.

You really need him.

More than you do.

He does love me.

And I love him.

I love just being here,
working with him.

No. No, I won't quit.

I-- I'd be--
I'd be a fool to quit.

Needisn't everything.

To Pete, it is.

Then I'll be his girl.

Or his shoulder.

Whatever he wants me to be.

You won't be his wife.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

Start the funnel.

[WHIRRING SOFTLY]

X-ray.

The monitor looks all right,

but I'd like
to see the actual film.

You'll wait to see the film.

It'll show exactly
what you've seen.

I was on target every step.

That's not confirmed.

Pete, I've saved the boy's life.

[♪♪♪]

DOCTOR:
...she's had any bleeding.

We have to consider the
possibility of gastric ulcer.

What's her hemoglobin
and hematocrit today?

The report should've
been in by noon.

What the hell
is going on up there?

Maybe it's on her chart.
Give the floor a ring.

No, let's go up. I'll need
to leave some orders anyway.

How are the vital signs?

Stable.

Is there something wrong?
No. It's all right.

Mike, who were you out
with on Thursday...?

Monday.

How can I remember that? Why?

That's why.

Take a look.

[LAUGHING]

Oh, the poetic justice.

Casanova's got the clap.

Well, that's fine.
Looks perfect.

You can close, doctor.

Call Mrs. Straughn and tell her
the boy's all right.

Certainly.

Think the kid will make it, doc?

Yeah. Yeah, he's fine.

Dellman almost through?

Yeah.

Interesting operation.

Tell me, Dellman,
how long do you keep the tube

in the boy's head?

Just long enough
for a permanent clot to form,

and it's removed
in a simple operation.

Within a few months,
you won't even notice the scar.

DOUGLAS:
Operator, give me
police headquarters.

[♪♪♪]

[SIREN BLARING]

[SIRENS WAILING]

[♪♪♪]

[LORRIE LAUGHING]

[CROWD MURMURING]

Thank you for trying, doctor.

You added one more count
to the indictment.

Seems I made a mistake.

I trusted you.

You want me to go along?
Tomorrow morning would do.

Be at my office at 9:00.

And I always believed
doctors were special,

a breed of their own.

No.

No, we're not.

We're like lawyers.

You'll need this, Pete.

Boy all right?

Yeah, he's fine.
Good.

Jake...

thanks.

[♪♪♪]

[SYBIL READING ON-SCREEN TEXT]

SYBIL:
I don't know why,
but I keep forgetting her name.

Glory, wasn't it?
LEW: No, no. Lorrie.

SYBIL:
I mean, she was unlucky.

But that was a special case,
doctor.

Do you know
what I've decided to do?

I've decided
to give up my studies

and concentrate
on marrying an MD.

I mean, their wives
have such advantages.

Those beautiful homes and cars
and that country club.

Are you saying you...?

Are you going to give up
your, uh...

research?

Oh, no, never.

I mean, I have
so much more at stake now.

Subject number 32, Lew--

What was your name again?

Saunders.

Lew Saunders.

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