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(bluesy band music)

(40s club music)

(police sirens wailing)

- Shit.

(door closing)

(blues guitar)

- Is there a problem, officer?

- License and registration, boy.

- Excuse me?

- You're a long way from New York, Rosenberg.

You're registering voters?

- [Eli] What?

- Negros, you registering them?

- No.

I'm going to medical school.

- Medical school?

What in the hell kind of medical school

would take you, boy?

- Meharry Medical College.

- Huh.

I wouldn't figure you for a Meharry man.

- Because I'm White?

- Because you Jews own Harvard and Yale.

- I wish somebody would have told me that before.

Would have saved me a pile in application fees, right?

- Break light's out.

- My break light?

(blues guitar)

(glass shattering)

- You got 10 days to get it fixed.

Welcome to Dixie, Rosenberg.

You better watch your ass.

Darkies don't like you anymore than we do.

(blues band music)

- Need some help? - I'm good.

(door opening)

- Oh.

Sorry.

Wrong room.

(door closing)

(rapping at door)

- Yes?

- Hi.

Sorry, is this, is this 204?

- Yeah, they told me I'm in 204.

- They told me I'm in 204.

- Here go your keys, Rosenberg.

- Excuse me.

I thought I was in 204.

- [Manager] What's your name, newbie.

- [Michael] Dubois, Michael Dubois.

- Take 210.

- You just told me 204.

- Take 210, Frenchy.

- It's not French, it's Creole.

- Tell it to Rosen-white.

- Rosenberg, actually.

Eli Rosenberg, it's not...

(blues guitar)

It's nice to meet you.

(blues guitar)

- Hey.

Help me.

- What's the matter?

- They hate me.

- Well, maybe I hate you too.

- I'm coming over, you can hate me in person.

(knocking at door)

- [Eli] Yeah?

- Boy, am I glad to see you.

Zack Gelb, Brooklyn, New York.

- Eli Rosenberg, Avenue J.

- Oh, nice to see a fellow tribesman.

I heard we're the only ones.

- Whites?

- Jews.

- Ha.

- Sure are a lot of Black guys here.

- [Eli] You're surprised?

- No, but it's still a shock, you know?

I've seen them in the city, in the subway,

but never, you know...

- Yeah.

Yeah, me neither.

- Weird.

(church music playing)

(chattering)

(door slamming)

- These are hallowed halls, son.

See that you treat them as such.

- OK.

Sorry.

- Were you raised in a jungle son?

- No, Brooklyn.

- Then prove to me they're unrelated

by referring to your professors or anyone else

deserving of respect by the appellation of sir!

- Sorry, sir.

Sir.

- Didn't you see the engraving outside?

- The engraving?

- Is there something wrong with your hearing?

- No sir.

The,

the worship of man.

- God, son.

Dedicated to the worship of God

through service to man.

Dedicated as in consecrated.

- Yes sir.

- That's a sacred vow, young man.

Now, what are you dedicated to outside

of awkwardness and sloth?

- Doing exactly what you want me to do

at this particular moment and time.

- Hmm.

You can start by not slamming these doors.

- Yes sir.

- I don't think you wanna piss that guy off.

- Yeah, thanks for the tip.

(piano and guitar playing)

(door closing)

(footsteps approaching slowly)

- Dr. Williams?

- Yes sir?

- Could you please dazzle us with the largesse

of your knowledge by naming the dizzying array

of the ligaments of the human knee,

starting with the anterior?

- Uh?

- Oh, stand up Doctor, for the benefit

of the whole class if you would.

- The ligaments of the knee.

- Don't tease us, Doctor.

- I'm sorry sir, I can't.

- Of course you can't, but you will.

In fact, by the end of this course,

you will name and identify every ligament

muscle, bone, nerve, tissue, artery, vein

and capillary in the human body

if I have to break every one of yours

to get it out of you.

Doctor.

- Yes sir.

- You may sit.

Need I remind you gentlemen that although being White

might get you served faster at a local restaurant,

it has not yet proven to be a balm

against ignorance and stupidity.

- I don't know how to respond to that.

- I believe my point has just been made.

(students laughing)

Welcome to Anatomy, doctors.

- How will you be shaped? By your encounters

with your patients?

By the systems you master?

By physiology?

Or will you seek the spirit beneath

the names and the numbers,

and the mitochondria?

Now, I do believe we have a Michael Dubois.

- Right here, Dr. Johnson, sir.

- Well, look at you.

I don't believe I've seen you since

you were small enough to hold in the palm

of one's hand.

- Yes sir.

- You see, ladies and gentlemen,

I have had the honor of receiving my MD right here

at Meharry, alongside Mr. Dubois' father

who incidentally, has a very successful practice

in New Orleans.

Isn't that true?

- Yes sir.

- So, Mr. Dubois.

Perhaps you can tell me

what is the most common cause of

iron deficiency anemia in a man over 60 years of age.

- Sir?

- Did you not hear me clearly?

You seem to hear me just fine when I was talking about

how much money your father makes.

- Yes sir.

- It's a very simple question.

What is the simple answer?

- I'm sorry sir, I don't know.

- It's alright.

I don't believe your father knew the answer

to that either.

(students chuckling)

Now, if there are no objections,

I'd like to bring your attention here to the board.

- Hey.

I guess we all took one to the chin today, huh?

Hey look, I'm sorry about the room.

If you wanna switch, it's no big deal.

- Keep it, I don't care.

- Hey, what did I do?

- Nothing, I don't like you.

- Why, because I took your room?

- No, because you took a Black man's place.

There's one less Black doctor treating one less

Black family, in one less Black neighborhood

because of you.

- So, what do you think so far?

- I think it's suicide.

- Better than the alternative, right?

Parents ships us off to some Banana Republic

medical school?

- I wouldn't have the money for that.

Try Vietnam.

- Watch it, White boy.

- Suicide, it is.

(blues guitar)

(Eli sniffing)

(laughing behind the door)

(rustling behind the door)

(Eli sniffing)

- Hey man.

You got a light?

- I'd say you two are pretty lit up as it is.

- I mean, we might be a little lit.

We just, you know, it's stress and--

- Get out of here.

- It's cool.

If you ain't got a light, you ain't got no light.

- [Eli] Off you go.

- [Student] I understand, I feel you, I got you.

(knocking at the door)

- [Zack] It's open, brother.

Is my hand not the most beautiful thing

you've ever seen?

Like a woman's hand, only masculine.

- Jesus.

- Don't fight it, Eli, we're all one

when we're all tripping.

- Yeah.

Not when we're all flunking.

Hey, come on, Mr. Palmolive, we got a test to pass.

- I see my soul reflected in your eyes

- Yeah.

That's the F we're gonna get

in about eight hours, flyboy.

Hey, come on.

(bluesy music)

- Excuse me, Mr. Rosenberg.

I believe this was misplaced.

Carry on.

(bluesy music)

That's a fine haircut, Mr. Hill.

(rapping at the door)

- Fucking bastard, I'm gonna kick your ass!

- What?

- Bennie heard you tell Dr. Johnson

that we switched your flag, Gelb.

- Why are you calling me Gelb?

- 'Cause you're Gelb.

- I'm Rosenberg, Eli Rosenberg.

- Garrison Hill.

- Nice to meet you.

- [Garrison] Where's Gelb?

- 206.

- Thanks.

- Nice to meet you.

(bluesy piano)

- How's it going?

- Fantastic.

- [Eli] Morning.

- Morning.

- Hey, when's Anatomy?

- Two hours.

- Well, what are we suppose to do?

(blues music)

What are those?

- Fisk girls.

- [Eli] Can I have one?

- [Garrison] It depends.

- On what?

(women chattering)

- [Student] Come on.

- 76.

I'll take it.

- You'll take it? You're second in the class, asshole.

I'm practically last.

- Well, whose first?

- I am.

(guitar strumming)

- Somebody ought to tell him that being first,

is a good thing.

- [Melanie] Michael!

- Melanie, hey.

- I'm impressed, that's you right?

M.D., Michael Dubois, head of the class.

- It's just a first test.

- Come on Mike, you can smile you know,

just this once.

87, that's fantastic.

- It's OK.

You know what my dad would say?

- Yeah?

What happened to the other 13?

(laughing)

Look at you, my big brother, the doctor.

Remember what my mom said?

You'll have to beat those women off with a stethoscope.

- Um.

How, how is your mom?

- Insane, she still thinks we're getting married.

- Well that's crazy.

- Right, as if we'd ever risk a lifelong friendship

for a few sweaty nights of physical passion.

- Oh, ridiculous.

How many nights?

- So tell me, whose number two?

- Two?

- You know, you're number one, whose number two, E.R.?

- Why do you want to know?

- I've always had a thing for number two.

He has to work a little harder, I like that.

- Don't be too sure this one doesn't have to work at all.

- Introduce me.

- No way Mel.

- Mikey? - Forget it.

I have to go to class.

- I'll see you later?

- Excuse me, are you E.R.?

- Am I?

Yes, I am.

Those are my initials.

- Do they stand for something?

- Yeah, my name actually.

- Which is?

- Oh.

Sorry, Eli.

Eli Rosenberg.

- May I sit down.

- Oh, Jesus, yes.

I mean not, Jesus, you know.

Thank you for sitting.

- Everyone is talking about you.

But no one knows a thing about you.

In fact, everyone told me not to go looking for you,

so, of course here I am.

- Yes, here you are.

What can I do for you?

- To be perfectly honest when I heard you were...

- Not exactly, Black?

- I wasn't exactly sure.

- But now?

- I'm still not sure.

- Well,

Ms. uh?

- Dickson.

- Ms. Dickson.

I am studying to be a doctor.

Perhaps I can help.

- Oh, what do you propose, Dr. Rosenberg?

- Ah!

Hm, in case of acute feminine indecision,

accompany patient to nearest Italian restaurant,

for candlelit dinner and stimulating conversation,

until cured.

- I think I need a second opinion.

I'll get back to you.

- Take your time, I'll be reading this until

doomsday, I think.

- Man, I know you're White and all,

but I think you just officially became my hero.

(loud exhaling)

- I know, Dad, but it is the highest grade in the class.

- Send the limo daddy, I'm a coming home.

- No, I'm not happy with it either,

but it's only the first exam.

I didn't mean only, you know what I...

OK.

I'll do better next time, I promise.

Dad?

Dad are you?

(soft gospel piano)

- Hey!

Slow down, cowboy.

- Plague free, I promise.

- Sense free, you want to get us both locked up?

- You mean together?

- Come on.

(soft gospel music)

- How does it look in there?

- Like an Italian restaurant.

- That's not what I...

Never mind.

- Your table awaits, madam?

- Signorina.

- Whatever.

- [Hostess] Welcome to Perronni's, table for two?

- Yes, yes please.

- Let's go, I don't really feel like Italian.

- Excuse me, table for two?

- Of course darling, just give me one second.

- So what brings a...

- A Jew?

- A-- - A White Jew?

- What brings you to Meharry?

- Well, you see in my family there're only a few professions

worthy of pursuing.

There's law,

medicine,

did I say law?

(laughing)

- What do you want to pursue?

- You.

- Besides me.

- I don't know.

- You don't know?

- Not exactly.

It's complicated.

- Well it can't be that complicated,

there must be something.

- Ah, excuse me, how's that table coming?

- We just have to clear one more,

I'll be right with you hun.

Oh, right this way folks.

- Excuse me.

- Can we go now?

- Yeah.

I'm such an idiot.

- It's OK.

- I mean, I've never seen anything like that.

I mean I've heard stories but,

I feel so humiliated.

- I wish you wouldn't.

But I have to admit I'm a little relieved that you are.

Goodbye Eli.

- Don't you mean goodnight?

(soft gospel music)

(blues guitar)

- Isn't it enough for you to steal our school,

you have to go and steal our women as well?

- Fuck you, OK?

- Fuck me?

Stay away from her.

- You stay away from me, man.

I've had it with you.

- You've had it with me?

(crowd shouting and hooting)

You don't belong here, White boy!

- The hell I don't.

(crowd shouting)

- Everybody just cool out!

Stop.

- [Eli] Thanks brother.

- I ain't your brother.

What's the matter with you? Why the fuck didn't you

just walk away?

- He was pushing me.

- Yeah, now I'm pushing you.

- [Dr. Johnson] Hey, stand down, Mr. Hill.

You stand down.

- Mr. Rosenberg.

- Oh what, what did I do?

- I know you expect more from me.

- I don't expect much of anything from you.

Dubois, you may be your father's son,

but you are my student.

Act like it.

- Yes sir.

- Mr. Rosenberg, you come with me.

(gospel piano)

- Mr. Rosenberg, why are you here?

- Meharry accepted me, sir.

- You might as well say you're alive because someone

slapped your bottom.

- I just want to be a doctor, sir.

- I don't know what that means.

- I want to graduate,

I want to intern, I want to practice.

- I know what a doctor does.

That's not what a doctor is.

That chair you're sitting in, look at it.

What do you see?

- The reflection, the light on the wood.

I see that chip here.

The texture of the wood--

- I see Harry Douglass.

I diagnosed him with Crohn's Disease.

We fought it, he and I, for two years.

He died.

His son made these for me.

When I see a dislocated shoulder,

I see a man's job, his family's livelihood.

When I see an application, I see a small town's savior.

What do you see, Eli?

When you look at Meharry,

do you see a lifetime of service,

or do you see a paycheck?

(soft gospel music)

- [Zack] Eli, Eli hey.

Wait, wait, wait, wait,

where the hell are you going?

- [Eli] Anywhere but here.

- [Zack] Please, don't go, don't go.

(scuffling)

- I'll fail if you go! - You're failing already!

- You'll fail if you go! - So what?

I don't know what the hell I am doing here

in the first place.

- Don't you want to be a doctor?

- No.

- Really?

- No.

(heavy breathing)

No.

I don't think I do.

I mean, Zach you remember when you're a kid and,

and they would go around the room,

and they would ask you what you want to be.

And everyone has an answer right?

You know firemen, fighter pilot,

President of the United States.

I froze up.

Nothing.

You know, I think I copied the kid who said Rabbi.

- Jesus.

- Yeah, scared the hell out of me.

I didn't have an answer.

I still don't.

I'm faking it...

every day, Zack, and I'm failing.

- So, where you gonna go, Vietnam?

- No, fuck that.

- Home?

- I guess.

- To do what?

- Fuck.

(acoustic guitar)

(guitar music drowns professor)

- This is the cystic duct.

This entire system.

(guitar music drowns professor)

- Trouble in paradise, Mr. Rosenberg?

- No sir, I,

I couldn't be happier.

- I see, you're even worse at lying,

than you are Endocrinology.

- Why did you tank my exam, Mr. Rosenberg?

- I didn't really realize--

- I am well aware that you are a biology major,

and not in fact a college thespian, so please,

spare me the histrionics.

- I don't know what I'm doing here.

- You're here to leave here.

You are here for a degree.

- A degree in what?

Sorry.

Look I don't want to offend anyone.

- Please.

Offend away.

- Alright then.

All I hear all day long is what we owe,

our responsibility, service to man, you know.

I mean am I not allowed to say that I'm here

to be successful?

To get my ass the hell outta Brooklyn?

Is that wrong?

Is that immoral?

- There are roughly

400,000 words in Grey's Anatomy,

I can not recall to the best of my recollection

morality being one of them.

I will say that there are scores of earnest men and women

who practice medicine with great honor,

and genuine concern.

I will also say that matters very little to a patient

when you read them their pathology report

what side of your soul it comes from.

Do I offend you, Mr. Rosenberg?

- No.

You know, that's a little closer to what I expected

when I first got here.

- To what you wanted, you mean.

- Yes.

- Well, keep your eyes open, Mr. Rosenberg.

There's more than one way to thread a catheter around here.

- Yes sir.

(blues guitar)

- It's like the Mummy's Shroud.

You just can't kill me can you?

- Actually, I was thinking more like The Fly,

because I keep hearing, help me, help me.

Help me.

- Yeah, that was actually pretty funny.

Whoa.

I didn't see ya.

Sorry.

(Rip humming)

- Whoo!

52, that's what I'm talking about.

- Ever seen a cadaver wheeled around by a cadaver?

- Who, Rip?

Yeah, he's a trip.

- Rip?

- RIP, Rest in Peace?

He'll set you up.

- With what? - Whatever you need.

Stuff falls off the cadavers from time to time,

watches, jewelry, Randy's toupee.

- Randy wears a rug?

- You do study too much.

(laughing)

- [Dean Holmes] Mr. Rosenberg.

- Uh.

Yes sir?

- [Dean Holmes] Could you come into my office please?

- Yes sir.

- [Dean Holmes] Are there any other students

out there with you?

- No.

- Then come in then young man.

Sit down, Mr. Rosenberg.

- Thank you sir, I think I'll stand.

- As you wish.

Now it's come to my attention that you've taken

an intellectual hiatus?

- I'm actually doing a bit better, sir.

- Well then, suppose you can tell me the diagnosis

of a patient with chronic diarrhea and low potassium?

- I don't believe we've studied that yet sir.

- Is that what we're teaching you here at Meharry?

How to compose finer excuses?

- No sir.

- Then I suggest you do some research before I call you back

into this office.

Or it will be the last time I summon you, you understand me?

- Yes sir.

(door opening)

(acoustic guitar)

(blues guitar)

- Thank you, can you tell me what this part is?

Okay, look at it from that direction.

You see how they interlock right here?

Connected through the lobe?

- Food goes down the esophagus, with that rippling motion,

to force everything down the esophageal path,

so it's moving the esophageal sphincter,

moving directly into the cavity of the left ventricle

of the stomach, and that area...

(blues guitar play)

- Excuse me. - Excuse me.

- [Dean Holmes] Mr. Dubois?

(book slamming) - Damn!

- [Dean Holmes] Mr. Dubois, is that you?

- Yes sir.

- [Dean Holmes] Come in, young man.

- Coming, sir.

- Mr. Dubois, since our last soiree have you learned

the function of the pituitary gland?

- I thought you asked me to diagnose a low potassium level.

- [Dean Holmes] I did.

- And I looked it up for you.

- For me?

Mr. Dubois, do you think I extend myself on these little

session for my education or yours?

- Mine, sir.

- Then perhaps you'd be so inclined as to shoulder

a more significant portion of the burden of your education.

- Yes sir.

Sorry sir.

- Farewell.

You're dismissed.

- Don't you say shit.

- I didn't say anything.

- [Dean Holmes] Mr. Rosenberg, is that you?

- Shit.

- I know it would bother me, I'll tell you that.

- Hey Mr. Shit Don't Stink.

Daddy Shit Don't Stink called,

he wants you to call his Shit Don't Stink ass back.

- Yeah better hop to it, Richie Rich.

(door opening)

- My goodness gracious, dude.

- Damn that rich is awful tight.

- You would be too Frank, daddy gonna take away your caddy

make you walk your ass to cotillion.

(chuckling)

- I've never been to a cotillion in my life.

- What about the Cadillac?

Oh, son of a bitch man.

- Denton's Nephrology?

I read this already.

- You trying to wake the dead, son?

- Sorry.

(Rip humming)

Excuse me.

Hey you're the guy that knows how to get things, right?

See I've been trying to date this girl.

- Then what you need is a psychiatrist.

- Look, I got no chance in hell but

maybe if I had something to give her?

Maybe something special?

(blues playing on a radio)

I don't think I should take this.

- Probably for the best.

If she's expecting gold when you're in debt,

imagine what she'll expect when you're practicing.

You know I've been selling these things to you doctors

for years, a ring, a watch, the hair off their damn head.

When what you really need,

you could have got off them for nothing.

- What can I get from her?

- Nothing.

She's dead.

You gotta get them when while they live son.

Don't they teach you that in there?

- Who knows.

They shovel so much shit at me, I think my head

is gonna explode.

- That's books, son.

How do you expect to learn anything in those?

For a physician, class is always in session.

(upbeat music)

(people chattering)

(upbeat music)

(phone ringing)

(people chatting and shouting)

- Hey, no visitors.

- Well, but I-- - No visitors.

Nelda, call the cops.

- I'm a student.

- [Doctor] What?

- [Eli] I'm a medical student.

- Great, grab a coat.

- What?

- Put it on.

- Wait, what, is this legal?

- Look, I got a backlog of about a dozen patients

bleeding to death, and I rather save a life or two

right now rather than argue with you about the finer points

of medical malpractice.

- Are you listening to me? I'm only a student.

- Here.

Now you're a doctor.

- Alright, Mr. Grady, this is Doctor?

- Rosenberg.

- Rosenberg.

He's going to ask you a few questions,

I want you to answer them as precisely as you can, OK?

- Hey, what the hell am I suppose to do?

- Ask him anything you think that might be relevant.

Where does it hurt, how does it hurt, how long does it hurt.

Got it?

Go get them, Doctor.

- Hi.

- Hello.

- You don't look so good. - I don't feel so good.

- What's wrong?

- Heck I don't know. You tell me.

- Well,

you have to tell me what hurts.

- My whole body.

- No it doesn't.

Where does it hurt exactly, pin point it for me.

- I guess it's,

(groaning)

it's right here, under my chest.

- Uh huh.

Is it a sharp pain or a dull throbbing one?

- It's sharp, really sharp.

- Does it come and go, or is it there all the time?

- No, it's there all time.

- Is it getting worse, or constant?

- Worse.

- Doctor, he's having a heart attack.

- No he isn't.

- He's overweight, flushed, sharp pain in his lower chest.

- Gas.

- What?

- He has to fart.

Here, give him this.

(device beeping)

(flatulating)

- Better?

- Much.

- Well?

- He farted. - Congratulations.

Come with me.

- I feel so stupid.

- Was he feeling sick?

- Yeah. - Is he feeling better?

- Yeah. - That's medicine, kid.

- You're a first year, right?

- Yeah, how could you tell?

- Wild guess.

How are you doing in Johnson's physiology class?

- I'm fifth in the class.

- Yeah, we'll have to work on that.

Got a car?

- 1964 Dynamic 88.

- Mom's?

- Grandma's. - Shocking.

- You got a skater on 26.

- A skater?

- Slipped in the bathtub, not an ambulance in sight.

So, it's up to you, Grandma, and that Dynamic 88.

Bring them in, Rook.

- [Eli] Dead or alive, sir!

- Preferably alive, kid.

(acoustic guitar)

- Good evening, ma'am.

- What the hell do you want?

- Oh, I'm,

I'm here for Mr. Calvin Parker.

- You his parole officer?

- No ma'am.

I'm from Meharry ma'am.

- You looking for a donation?

(laughing)

Well, let me get my checkbook, young man.

(laughing)

What can I do you for, a couple of scholarships?

A new building perhaps?

- I'm here to take your husband to the emergency room.

- Can you keep him there for a while?

- If he's sick enough.

- Well go in there and get him then,

I could use a break from his Black ass.

- Mr. Parker?

- You a parole officer?

- No, I'm here to take you to the emergency room.

(chuckling) - Bullshit.

- Sir?

- I need a Negro doctor,

not some damn White administrator.

- I'm not an administrator sir,

I'm a medical student.

- Oh shit, they sent a damn student to get me?

Forget it, I'll fix my own damn leg.

- Hey, hey, easy.

Hey, easy, easy!

Hey. Hey, easy.

- [Calvin] Leave me alone!

- No, stop it, stop fighting me!

Stop fighting me or I'm gonna drop you

like a sack of potatoes, OK?

Now if you can't put weight on it, it's broken,

and if it's broken it's not gonna heal, understand?

You have two choices, one you go to the hospital with me

and we fix you up, or two, you sit on your ass for

the next three months, the bones fuse incorrectly

and you're never going to walk right again.

You pick one, pops.

We wrapped him up in four,

broken leg.

- Good work, Rook.

What?

- What else? - Go home.

- Home?

- Yes.

Home, Rook.

Now, next time I see you I want you number three

in that class, understand?

Hey Rook,

don't be a stranger, OK?

- No sir.

(piano playing)

- What the hell is he doing?

- Do I look like a lip reader?

(piano and guitar music)

(blues music)

- Mr. Rosenberg.

- Mr. Dubois.

- [Dean Holmes] Gentlemen.

- Tell me Mr. Rosenberg, what is the meaning

of the diagnosis coarctation?

- A differential blood pressure between arms and legs,

caused by a severe blockage of the aorta.

- The most common cause of high calcium in the blood?

- Hyperparathyroidism.

- Cholangitis?

- Gosh sir, I don't know.

- Well, Mr. Rosenberg.

- I'm just kidding.

Severe blockage of the common bile duct,

leading to infection of duct,

leading to infection of the blood stream from the liver.

- Otherwise known as?

- Whipple's Syndrome.

Sir.

- As you were, gentlemen.

- Thank you sir. - Thank you sir.

(opening the door)

(chuckling)

- Hyperparathyroidism.

He gave you the easy one.

- Cholangitis, good thing I bailed you out with

Whipple's Syndrome.

- Jerk. - Jerk off.

- That's the same thing.

Yeah, I'll whipple your syndrome.

(blues guitar)

(women chatting)

Hey!

Melanie.

- [Melanie] I'll catch up

- OK.

- [Eli] Hey.

- Hello.

- Look, I know,

I know our first date was a little bit of a disaster,

but,

yeah, I'd sure love it if you gave me a second chance.

This time I promise we'll actually make it to a table.

- I'll think about it.

- Well hey,

what's there to think about?

Come on.

You know he's smart,

he's relatively good looking,

in that Jewish, mysterious, smoldering,

sort of way.

Huh?

[Woman] Melanie, let's go.

- Sorry, I'm going to be late.

- Late for what? Where you going?

- There's a protest, a sit-in.

- I can sit.

- Eli.

- No really, I'm serious.

I'm an amazing sitter.

Chairs, couches, that's another one, stools,

you name it, I've sat in it.

- You've never sat in like this.

- Try me.

(crowd screaming and shouting)

- Come on, get, move.

Come on, get him outta here.

- Come on you, come on, come on.

Get back! Get back, nigger! Get back!

Get back!

- Hey Lance, Lance!

(men shouting)

- [Officer] Get in there, get in there.

- What's going on? Why did you separate me?

Where are you taking us?

Son of a bitch!

(slamming doors)

(scuffling, shouting and screaming)

(woman screaming)

(woman screaming loudly)

(doors slamming)

(woman crying)

(piano music)

- Come on, New York.

(piano music)

You got something on your mind?

I didn't think so.

- So as you can see, the common bile duct

and pancreatic duct, lead into the duo...

Mr. Rosenberg!

- Acidosis.

(students laughing)

- Although I appreciate your enthusiasm for electrolytes,

that is indeed not the answer.

Would you care to hazard another guess?

- The,

island of langerhans?

(students laughing)

- I believe you're referring to the islets of langerhans.

However the island of langerhans is exactly where you

would wish you were when I'm through with you

in my office.

- Yes sir.

- Mr. Rosenberg,

why were you asleep in my lecture?

- I was at a sit in last night.

- Yes?

- And that,

led to a sleep in at the county jail.

- Yes?

- I thought you might...

- Be proud of you?

Mr. Rosenberg, how can I feel anything but pride

when I see a promising career being flushed

down the toilet?

- It was a sit in.

- You said as much.

- For Negroes. - For Negroes.

How many Negroes did you save in that cell Mr. Rosenberg?

You want to do something for Negroes, be a doctor

and save one of their lives.

- Yes sir.

- Now I can appreciate the fact that all of you

fine young men and women can effortlessly navigate

your way around the digestive tract of a medical textbook.

Unfortunately, Parker's anatomy won't be appearing

as a patient in your emergency room anytime soon.

(students chuckling)

So the question today ladies and gentlemen is,

whether or not you can do so within a living,

breathing organism, without turning it into a cadaver?

Now let me be absolutely clear,

if your dogs heart stops beating at any time

during this operation,

you will receive an F.

(blues guitar)

- Oh shit. - What?

- I think I over anesthetized.

- What the fuck did you do that for?

- I didn't mean to, Mike.

- Shit, he's coming.

- What's the matter?

- I think I over anesthetized him.

- What the fuck did you do that for?

- Listen, I'll tell him it was my fault, I just--

- It was your fault you idiot, now we both flunk.

- Garrison, switch stations with me.

- What, why?

- [Eli] Do it now.

- Eli?

- What are you doing?

- [Eli] I have no idea.

Give me the forceps.

- What, why are you?

- [Eli] Cover me.

- Since when are you two lab partners?

Carry on, gentlemen.

(breathing out)

- [Eli] Oh shit!

- What is the problem?

- His heart's beating.

- Isn't that the idea, doctor?

(blues guitar)

- Cheer up, Mike.

You look like you just failed.

- I should have.

- Hey, I was just trying to help.

- I don't need your help.

- I sure as hell did.

- Then you take it.

- Man, that is one White Negro.

No offense.

- Hey, Gar Bear,

four tickets to the Vandy Game.

Hey, hey let's go watch Perry Wallace humiliate half-dozen

pasty White boys.

- Hell yeah.

- Boy, let's go.

- Hold on. - What's up?

- Ain't you coming?

- Me?

- No the you behind you, yeah you.

- Yeah.

Can Zack come?

- No, I gotta study.

- Study?

You? Why break a tradition?

(laughing)

- Screw you, Rosenberg.

- Hey, suit yourself, Gelb.

- Come on, let's go.

(soft gospel music)

- [Garrison] You whities cannot bowl anymore, I'm serious.

- [Eli] No, OK, you come up to Brooklyn,

we put up a much better fight there.

No, I'm serious.

- Say, Eli.

Did you apply here.

- Yeah.

- Did you get in?

- Did he get in?

If he got in he wouldn't be at Meharry, fool.

You crazy.

(chuckling)

So why this place?

What makes Vanderbilt so special?

- It's the best.

- Because it's White?

- No, because it's the best.

- What makes it the best? You can't just say

something like that.

- Hey!

Do you want to be here, son?

- Do I what?

- Do you want to be here?

- Yeah.

Everything's fine.

It's cool.

We're cool.

- OK.

But I'm here if you need me, son.

- Because it's White.

(soft gospel music)

- I know, Dad.

I'm sorry, Dad. I'll try harder.

(students chatting)

Say, Dad, I have to go.

That's OK. I'm finished listening.

- Say, Garrison?

- [Garrison] Yeah.

- Where you going?

- E.R. taxi.

- Can I come?

- Sure.

Hop in.

- What's an E.R. taxi?

- Man, you really need to get out more.

(guitar playing)

- You two know each other, right?

(laughing)

(blues guitar)

- Are you sure this is safe?

- Don't worry, Mike.

Poor ain't contagious.

(giggling)

(blues guitar)

- [Home Owner] What do ya'll want?

- You called the Meharry Clinic?

- I didn't call no clinic, White boy.

- Uh, OK, sorry to trouble you, sir.

- My daughter did.

- Hello Mrs. Woodson, we're from Meharry Medical college,

we're here to take a look at you.

- You students?

Shit.

- Can you tell me where it hurts?

- It's my stomach.

- I told her to stop eating so damn much,

but she wouldn't listen.

She'd eat the whole house if I had enough ketchup.

- You think it's food poisoning, reflux?

- Mrs. Woodson, have you recently experienced any nausea,

vomiting, diarrhea, anything like that?

- [Mrs. Woodson] No.

- Do you mind if we examine you?

- What do you want, boy?

- I need to examine her abdomen.

- [Mr. Woodson] Her what?

- Her stomach.

- Go ahead then.

- [Eli] Just move your hands.

There you go.

- Dr. Rosenberg, lower abdominal pain is my specialty,

allow me.

(Mrs. Woodson groaning)

Oh, she's pregnant.

- What'd you say?

- She's pregnant, I just felt a contraction.

- My daughter is 14-years-old.

She ain't pregnant.

- I'm telling you, sir, she's pregnant.

She's due any day.

- And I say she ain't.

- [Eli] Now Mr. Woodson, sir, how can be so sure she's not?

- Because if she was, I'd kill her.

- OK, well, let's assume she's not then.

- Dr. Dubois, how could you miss this?

She clearly has appendicitis.

- Appendicitis?

- Not only is it inflamed, it's about to rupture.

(moaning)

Mr. Woodson, do we have permission to take your daughter

to the hospital for an emergency appendectomy.

- A what?

- We need to get this appendix out stat.

If we don't, her life may be in danger.

- Ah, yeah,

yes, of course.

- You alright? - Step on it!

(tires screeching)

- I thought you said it was appendicitis.

- Appendicitis?

All of them damn A's and not a brain between

the both of you.

- Garrison pull over, I don't think she's gonna make it.

- We're almost there.

- Look, Garrison, seriously, I think her water just broke.

- Broke where?

- All over the damn place.

- Damn it Eli, not in my damn car!

- It's not exactly under my control, Garrison.

(skidding to a stop)

(screaming)

(cross chatting)

(screaming)

- Oh damn.

- [Michael] OK, uh...

(heavy breathing)

- Well?

- Well what?

- Don't look at me.

- Don't you know how?

- I haven't the slightest fucking idea.

- Jesus, Eli, I read Collins Obstetrics the same as you.

- I didn't read Collins.

(heavy breathing and moaning)

- Don't look at me.

- Now, look I ain't going nowhere near that thing.

- Um, uh.

OK,

I need 15 milligrams of Demerol,

and all the gauze you can give me.

(screaming) (car honking)

- I think we used all the gauze to tie her legs.

- That's all you brought?

- Well I didn't expect that we would need to turn the car

into a neonatal wing, Michael.

- OK.

Give me your shirts.

- Man, I just bought this one!

- Take off your shirt!

(car horn honking)

- It hurts!

- OK, OK, OK.

I think I stemmed the geyser.

- Oh my God, oh my God.

- Do we have anything like a, forceps?

- I don't know what the fucking forceps looks like.

- Did they cross your brain with one

when they delivered you?

- She's squirting again.

- [Garrison] Squirting?

- All over the place, more, I need more damn it!

- Pants, take off your pants.

(moaning and heavy breathing)

- Careful, careful, careful.

Oh my God, I think I see the head, it's stuck!

Forceps, give me something!

- I got nothing.

- [Eli] I got something.

- Hey, man, that's my mom's stuff, man!

You'll have to explain this one to my mother yourself.

- Hey, Move this car, mother...

What the fuck is wrong with you?

(screaming)

What the fuck is that?

- That's the baby's head.

- She's bleeding again. I need more!

- I need your shirt.

- The hell you do, White boy.

- Give me your goddamn shirt!

- OK, take it.

- [Franklin] It's coming!

- [Garrison] Oh my God!

- Oh my God, it's coming!

- It's coming!

- Oh my God! - Oh my God!

- That ain't right.

- [Michael] Oh my God, it's coming.

(baby crying)

(laughing)

- It's a boy!

It's a boy!

(clapping and cheering)

- Thank you, Doctor.

- That is the coolest fucking thing,

I have ever seen.

(chuckling)

(bluesy music)

(baby crying)

(bluesy music)

- Where's Garrison?

- Car wash.

- He might not be back until graduation.

- I had no idea.

- Yeah.

- None.

- Yeah.

Welcome to medical school.

(laughing)

- Yeah.

(laughing)

- I'll be right back.

- Melanie, hey!

Melanie!

- She doesn't want to speak to you.

- What?

What did I do? - Let's go.

- Hey, what's your problem?

- I told you, she doesn't want to speak to you.

- Stay out of this.

What's going on?

- They separated you.

- Yeah?

- They separated you, Eli. They didn't touch you.

- So, would you rather they'd beaten me?

- [Man In Suit] Let's go, come on.

- No, really, wait, tell me.

Would you rather that they'd beaten me?

- That's it, stay away from her!

- Fuck you!

(crowd shouting)

- Hey, hey, calm down, calm down, alright?

Everyone just calm the fuck down.

OK?

Just go.

Come on, man.

- Look at you.

Saved again, White boy.

- [Melanie] Stop it!

(screaming and scuffling)

- [Michael] Eli! Eli!

(screaming and scuffling)

- [Guard] Break it up, break it up!

(people shouting)

- Look, don't tell Johnson, anyone but Johnson!

(crowd yelling)

I don't belong here.

- What makes you say that, Mr. Rosenberg?

- The color of my skin, for one.

- Well, unless I've gone through a profound metamorphosis,

since the last time I checked,

I do believe we share that color.

- You're a doctor here.

I'm a prisoner.

- You're not the only one doing time here, Eli.

The sooner you accept the fact that you are better,

yes, better, than those around you,

then you are destined for a better place

than those around you.

The sooner you'll know what the hell you're doing here,

and more importantly,

how to get the hell outta here.

Now, you are welcome to tell me

that everything I've just said is the antithesis

of everything you believe.

Go ahead.

Tell me I'm wrong.

Hmm.

I'm impressed,

Mr. Rosenberg.

I always figured you for one of Johnson's boys.

- I'm nobody's boy, sir.

- Then prove it, Mr. Rosenberg.

You can start by acing my exam tomorrow, yes?

- Yes sir.

- OK.

Well,

I have a call.

Take a minute.

Take whatever you need.

(bluesy music)

(elevator bell ringing)

(soft blues music)

- I hear you experienced a little extracurricular activity.

- Yes sir.

Sorry, sir.

- Ah yes, I've heard of your altercation too.

I was referring however,

to your ninth inning back seat delivery.

(chuckling)

- Oh.

Yes.

Sorry about the altercation--

- I am resolved

to take the good with the bad,

as it pertains to you, Mr. Rosenberg.

You are apparently determined to leave me no choice.

(guitar and piano play)

(elevator bell ringing)

I'm proud of you, son.

(piano and guitar music)

(crumpling)

- Eli, where you been, man? I need your mojo.

- Oh yeah.

Yes, let me get changed.

Just give me a minute.

- I'm may not be alive in a minute. This shit's killing me.

- You certainly look relieved.

- I am.

- Congratulations, Eli.

- You too.

(Eli scoffs)

- Damn Eli, 97.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, I wonder what I missed.

- Oh, how'd you do?

- Top 10.

- Hey, a long way from the bottom 10.

- You telling me.

- I need to talk to you in my office.

- Him?

- Both.

(blues guitar play)

(inaudible)

(door shutting)

Now, pick your poison, gentleman,

this is not gonna look good.

- Well, it doesn't have to look like anything

if we handle it quietly.

- Quietly?

Marty, Zack tried to sell the exam to an RA.

There's not a student on campus who hasn't heard.

- Expel the only White students we have?

There won't be a White recruit in the country

that won't hear either.

Now this is a very delicate situation, Jake.

- It certainly is.

These students cheated on your exam, Martin.

- Rosenberg didn't cheat, you just heard him.

- I heard him say he stole the exam from your desk.

- What is it with you, Moses?

We've had cheating here before.

- What are you suggesting, Martin?

- I'm not suggesting anything.

We've had at least a dozen instances of cheating,

from Black students, and not once did I hear

you say anything.

- How dare you imply!

- Alright cut the crap!

Sit down, the both of you.

This is a crisis.

And we are intelligent men.

We are capable of navigating our way through this,

honorably, sensibly,

and creatively.

- You think we'll get expelled?

- He said we'll know after break.

- Some break, my dad is going to break my arm.

- Unless I break it first.

- Fuck you, Rosenberg, selfish asshole!

- Selfish?

Fuck you.

- Fuck you, steal an eagle and you don't even share it

with your best friend?

- I threw it out, you idiot.

- After you went through it with a fine tooth comb.

- I told you I didn't even look at the damn thing.

- You got the highest grade in the class,

how the hell did that happen?

- Because I studied, you fucking moron!

- Jesus, Eli, relax.

We're in this shit together, you know?

- I am not together with you in anything, anymore.

- Yeah you are, Eli, whether you like it or not.

They don't believe your bullshit story

any more than I do.

So just chill out, OK, man?

I'm the only friend you got.

That's it man, stay cool, we just have to make it to break.

(piano playing)

(piano music drowns professor)

- [Dr. Feldman] As you can see on the board.

So, we talked about--

(dramatic piano key)

Which are the large sacks that we talked about.

And that's what pumps the blood

out into the--

(dramatic piano key)

(soft and dramatic piano play)

- Sorry kid, gotta bench you for a few innings.

Orders from the dugout, you know?

Hey, Rook.

Fights in rounds, stay off the ropes.

(soft piano play)

- Mr. Rosenberg.

Not going home for break?

- Figured I would enjoy my last few days at Meharry...

at Meharry, I guess.

Sir.

- May I sit down?

They've made their minds up about you.

So what you say to me right now means nothing,

to anyone, except me.

Did you know what you were doing when you took that test?

- Yes.

- Did you read it?

- I think I saw two questions.

The first was on heart valves.

The second I think was on the pericardium.

- Didn't you miss the one on the pericardium.

- I admitted to cheating sir.

I never admitted to being good at it.

- I want you to know I argued strongly for expulsion,

for you in particular.

I apologize for that.

I'm harder on you, Rosenberg, I admit that.

I'm harder on you because I expect more from you.

- Yes sir.

- Whatever the future holds,

whether I'm your professor or not,

you need to expect

more from you.

- Yes sir.

(acoustic guitar)

- We have a choice?

- Yeah, probation at Meharry or transfer to Vanderbilt.

You call that a choice?

- How'd they get them to take us?

- Who the hell cares? Hallelujah!

- They'd really take us after this?

- Because of this.

White calvary to the rescue, right?

- Yeah I guess.

- Eli.

Wake up.

Vanderbilt.

- Well.

I'll see you in class.

Doctor.

- You think he had something to do with Vandy taking us in?

- Yeah, I think so.

- Come on man, before they change their minds.

(piano music)

(students chatting)

- Today--

(door opening)

Excuse me, Mr. Rosenberg.

You're late.

- Sorry, sir.

(soft piano)

I'm sorry.

- Just stay here, will ya?

(soft keyboard play)

- [Dr. Johnson] Very well, class.

(soft keyboard play)

(students chatting hysterically)

- Hey, what's going on?

- They shot him. - Who?

- Dr. King.

They shot him dead.

(sirens whaling outdoors)

- Garrison, Dr. King is dead.

- Yeah, I know.

The whole city's on fire.

- They burning cars on the other side of campus, ya'll.

- Shit.

Eli's out there.

- Young man.

I think you need to go.

(dogs barking)

(sirens whaling)

(guns firing)

(engine revving)

(loud bumping)

(sirens whaling)

- Oh my God.

Oh please get up.

(dogs barking)

- What happened?

Oh my God, he did it, he tried to kill her!

- Hey, are you alright?

- [Child] My leg hurts.

- OK, OK.

- He tried to run her over, he tried to run her over!

- OK, just your leg?

OK, OK, hey, it's OK, it's OK.

I'm a doctor.

I'll be right back, we're gonna fix you right up, OK?

Hey, hey, hey, get out of my way!

(loud shouting and screaming from crowd)

No, stop, hey, hey!

(loud shouting and screaming from crowd)

- The fuck you doing, man?

- We gonna talk to you!

- I'm trying to help her, I'm trying to help her!

I'm a doctor, I'm a doctor, God damn it!

I'm from Meharry!

- Bullshit boy, there ain't no Whites at Meharry.

- Yes, there is.

There's one.

Him.

- [Woman] So what? He tried to kill that girl.

- We gonna do to him what they did to Dr. King.

- You're not doing anything. He's ours, give him back.

- Back off, Uncle Tom.

- Who the fuck you calling Uncle Tom?

- You, I'm calling you Uncle Tom.

What you gonna do about it?

- I'm gonna jam my foot down your esophagus,

and dance on your duodenum.

- What the fuck you say?

- I'm sorry, let me translate that for your uneducated,

unenlightened, unintelligent Black behind.

I am gonna kick your ass.

- Wait, where'd he go?

- [Man] There he is.

- Just go home, and let us do our job.

Okay?

(piano playing)

- You know where to find me if you still need

your ass kicked.

- [Man In Orange] It ain't worth it.

- [Michael] One, two, three, there we go.

(people chatting)

- [Doctor] Take her to two.

- [Nurse] Yes, doctor.

- Alright, we'll take it from here, gents.

Now, if you ruffians want to get cleaned up,

the E.R. is a little hot today,

we could use a few extra hands on deck.

(lighthearted music)

OK folks, reinforcements have arrived.

This is Dr. Rosenberg, Dr. Dubois,

Dr. Williams, and Dr. Hill.

Will someone please inform Dr. Hill that it's inappropriate

to smile in an emergency room.

(upbeat music)