05x09 - After Life

[bunniefuu]

Now where'd you go?

Come here.

Almost.

Just missed ya.

Gotcha.

Wow.

[Beeper]

Boy, oh boy, Donald.

You take the cake.

Sorry it was the last slice.

I'm talking about you sitting here
slogging over those DRGs.

Yeah, I know.

I promised myself I was going to get out
from under DRGs and staffing reports.

But here you are, St. Eligius's ever-capable desk jockey.

Well, it's not a title I relish, believe me.

Taking my focus as a doctor away from the patients.

Well, at least you're still cutting the
mustard as director of medicine.

Me, I'll never catch up.

I've spent almost three months trying to
rehabilitate this hand.

Had partial return of fine motor control,
but whenever I move the fingers,

I'm peppered with pain.

Well, at least I can slice my own meat again, right?

I used to be one of the saltiest cardiac
surgeons in the state.

Then I lost my temper and shattered a picture.

Foolish.

Now I'm paying the price.

Yeah, well, sounds like we're both at a crossroads.

Or the end of the line.

What is this, pressed ham?

I'm getting worse.

What, a broken rib?

No, my one-g*n salute for Lucy.

Shouldn't be so much distress.

Do something.

I could start by telling Lucy how I feel.

I mean about me.

I can't breathe.

Sorry.

Maybe a nerve block will help with this conversation.

Victor!

I didn't call for a fair catch.

Hey-O.

You rang?

Boomer did.

He got here panicked and beeped.

I didn't panic.

Your hair was uncurling.

I had to call somebody, Victor.

You're too distracted.

And besides, Fiscus is centered.

He doesn't get rattled in emergencies.

Probably attention new.

You all got a Heimlich valve?

Well, take it easy, you'll be okay.

No, no valves.

I'll use a needle.

Smack water, Jack, don't pin this on me.

All you've done tonight is moan about Lucy.

Okay, needle.

There.

Okay, slow deep breath.

Go ahead.

Start a chest tube.

And what's this about Lucy being a moaner?

It's gonna leave a scar.

Well.

I knew it, it's gonna leave a scar.

ER.

Spouses can do that.

And the last time Judy threw a steam iron at me.

See?

Almost read Hamilton Beach.

So I packed up and moved out,
but she kept calling, crying, asking for another chance.

I'm tired of Judy's punching.

I made it clear we're kaput.

You two ever try counseling?

Judy lets her crockery do the talking.

I don't know what the big deal is with her about monogamy.

This is the 80s.

All my kids know they got it, Dan.

How many children do you have?

I heard.

A couple.

But when Judy's not in the mood,
I get my bread buttered someplace else.

You could at least use birth control.

Oh, ribbies don't feel right.

What reminds me, can you give me a little penicillin?

I thought welfare was an ugly issue.

You remind me of someone.

Who?

Clark Gable?

My soon-to-be ex-husband.

Oh, is that so?

Say, if everything turns out okay.

Are you okay?

Are you a player?

Thanks, Wayne.

I thought it was a pneumo, but... You should have gone
with your instincts.

You gotta stop doubting yourself.

You got good medical sense.

Okay.

Next time I'll beep you before Ehrlich.

So I'm a little out of sorts.

I can't help myself.

I'm addicted.

You've worked around Lucy for three years.

Nothing but spit and venom between you.

But really good spit and venom.

Then you both get drunk at a party,
you jump into bed, and now you're in heat.

I won't speak for Lucy, but yes, that's how I feel.

And, of course, you've told her.

What, are you crazy?

After a 16-day marriage, L-O-V-E is out of my vocabulary.

Besides, last time I spoke to Lucy, she
made it very clear she wanted to have nothing to do with me.

Who would blame her?

But if you still feel that way, do something.

Toodle-oo, guys.

Maybe the problem with
Lucy's and my relationship, or lack thereof, is the habitat.

Maybe we should get away from the sterile
environs of the hospital.

Good idea.

I'll ask her to sneak off on a little romantic holiday.

Which do you think Lucy would like,
the Cape or Martha's Vineyard?

Either.

Well, which?

Where would you go?

Vineyard's got the great ferry ride,
but it's a scenic drive to P-Town.

I don't know, some people like islands,
some are attached to peninsulas.

Swell, next we'll spend Christmas in the Isthmus.

Me?

I'm a sucker for the merry-go-round at Oak Bluffs.

On the other hand, I've always... Boomer, never mind.

Come on, let's do the last roundup.

Everything I've ever done since age five
was directed toward being a physician.

Physician.

If I can't cure people, well, then what's the point?

Someone like that?

Next generation?

We're also working on passing the torch, aren't we?

Sharing what we've learned with those who are coming up?

Fiscus?

Someone must have tampered with your ratatouille.

He's the best resident we have in ER, Mark.

He's a little on the fringe, I Grant you that.

But he can handle trauma better than anyone I've seen.

Well, not better than Maury Davis.

Remember?

Resident in 78?

Yeah, yeah, I do.

What is he practicing now, do you know?

LA.

Law.

Really?

If it was yours to do over again,
Donald, what would you do?

I would have had the chicken.

I hate you.

Look, Mark, if I start dwelling on what
might have been, I'd go crazy.

I guess the important thing is doing all you can.

Living with limitations, adapting.

Hand me one of those DRGs.

Why?

Because the napkin dispenser is empty.

You don't want anything to do with these things.

Go home to Ellen.

Come on, we can do this claptrap together.

Victor, you can make fun of me
if you want, but my life is anchored in family and friends.

Things will look brighter in the morning, Mr. Vanderlyn.

I know, I know.

You've got the great bedside man.

You don't just have problems relating to
Lucy, but to everybody.

Coworkers, patients.

Yeah, yeah.

Good night, Mr. Phillips.

Good night.

You've got to be willing to lay bare your emotions.

Open yourself up.

Okay, okay, I'll give it a try.

Nighty-night, Mrs. Asaki.

Buzz off!

Whoa.

That settles it.

My trip with Lucy is off.

Okay, next case.

Patient with acute cholecystitis, stayed three weeks.

Medicare will reimburse us for seven days.

Well, seven days is appropriate in a case
without complications.

But this poor man developed phlebitis.

Yeah, now you see some of the catch-22s I'm up against.

Well, he's just not playing the game right.

And where is Daniel when we're doing all this work?

Look, Mark, there's no strategy here.

All we can do is review the case,
submit the claim, ask for payment,

and hope it's enough to cover our costs.

The hell that's all.

First, we take our eraser, make a small diagnostic
adjustment, and list the ailment as cholestatic jaundice.

That way, the patient gets the proper treatment.

Treatment and St. Eligius gets its money.

Mm-hmm.

And you and I get 10 to 15 years for fraud.

Good point.

I'll sign Daniel's name.

By the time they catch us, he'll be in an
urn on Catherine's mantelpiece.

Hey, buddy!

Where did you used to work?

The lobby of the Schubert?

When the nurse finishes, you're on your way.

Thanks.

Rest, huh?

Hi, Jackie.

What took you so long?

I was gone 15 minutes.

Give me your pen.

So I get to take up the slack?

Jackie, you said it was okay.

I give enough to this place without having
your caseload on top of mine.

No wonder my marriage
fell apart, spending all my time here treating lowlifes.

My pen's still right.

You know you can skate on this, baby?

I'll give you a hand.

I hate medicine.

Where have you been anyway?

I was across the street.

It's a darkness neighborhood.

It's pretty gutsy.

Well, it was worth the risk.

Risk.

You've been outside catching fireflies?

I only got one.

Not as fast as I used to be, but if I get
a chance, I'm going to try for some more.

I forgot what it felt like to catch these
little creatures, hold them trapped inside

your hand, total control over their little lives.

You could squash them or let them go, keep them in a jar.

Somebody ought to put my wife in a can.

You want to talk about love, Sidney?

I'll show you love.

Of... Wayne.

Wayne.

You k*lled him!

Let's get out of here.

Oh my God.

Call the code.

Get the dressings.

Right away.

Jackie, don't let me die.

Toto, I have a feeling we're not in Boston anymore.

Anymore.

Dr. Fiscus, that you?

No.

Mon ami.

Wayne, it is I, your comrade, Rockin' Ralph.

Seemed a little frazzled, Dr. Fiscus.

I always get this way whenever I bump into
former patients who are dead.

How nice it is to be remembered.

I went face down in the middle of my
bottle bill routine, the Murray Robin comedy workshop.

I'm sorry I made Elliot's slobber.

Nice boy.

You had a lot less distance to fall.

I did a luganus off the hospital roof.

Thought you were an eagle, wanted to fly.

But if you're both dead, what are you doing here?

What am I doing here?

Burning off that extra pound of sin.

Well, where the hell are we?

Close, but you're warm.

Oh, I'm starting to sweat.

We apparently Do you pass me the cocoa butter?

Mi amigo.

Different people call this place different things.

The valley of the shadow of death, purgatory, limbo.

How low can you go?

I'm dead?

Dr. Wayne Fiscus, this is your afterlife.

This must be a mistake.

I know it's hard, so so devastatingly hard
to comprehend your own mortality.

So order a cheat sheet, grab a chair,
and, uh, send those buns.

I... I can't be dead.

I, uh... I feel great.

I feel real good.

What?

Well, it must have hit the heart for him
to arrest this fast.

He's dead.

Oh, God.

Okay.

Okay, okay, it's going to be okay.

Chest tube for academy tray, central venous catheter, stat.

Um, start a second line, D5 lactator, ringers in both.

And an intubation tray.

Better be good, I was halfway out the door.

It's Wayne.

Oh my God, Wayne, buddy.

Chest trauma from a g*nsh*t.

Entries lateral to the sternum,
haven't found the exit wound.

No pulse, no respiration.

Starting compression.

There's a lot of bleeding.

O negative, Wayne's O negative.

Told me once when we were tested for
V-day, don't mention it to Lucy.

Emergency.

Get six units down here, staff.

Call OR.

Find an attending.

Jackie, what happened?

Lady came in gunning for her scuzzbag husband.

Got Wayne instead.

No breath sounds.

Must be a lot of blood in the chest.

We'll have to open him up.

He wants to do it.

Weigert, Boston, South End, Weigert,
Boston, South End, What are you?

Aren't you Eve Blayton?

Oh, hello, Wayne.

Oh, children, this is
Dr. Fiscus, one of the doctors I was telling you about.

Remember when I had my heart transplant?

Where am I?

Heaven.

You're in heaven.

Look, this isn't the time for let's pretend.

She's telling the truth.

That's all we do here.

Doctor, could you have helped us?

Smallpox went through our wagon train.

My folks are here, too.

Look, I don't know what's going on.

First I get shot, then I walk down
a hall, I take a wrong turn, and I wind up in the desert.

And now I'm here in... You children run
ahead to the merry-go-round.

I'll be there in a moment.

If.

This is heaven, why isn't everyone jumping
around on fluffy clouds, playing harps?

And where's God?

You know, old and wise with a beard?

I don't mean to be disrespectful.

It's just that I'm scared.

Wayne, would you like to speak to God about your death?

Oh, sure.

I'd love to drop in on him, but what do
you bring the creator who has everything?

But you should rejoice, Wayne.

You've been healed.

Oh, be happy.

Everything is perfect here, even the people.

Because being the person who
The best no longer means being better than the next person.

Just coming one step closer to our own
individual perfection.

Wayne Fiscus.

Pony Express?

This is a bit embarrassing.

I'll have to ask you to leave.

Who are you?

St. Eligius.

You know, the patron Saint of artisans and craftsmen.

He made me this bracelet.

Your statue doesn't do you justice.

Wayne, you don't belong here.

Well, that's what I've been telling everybody.

I'm alive and kicking.

There are your marching orders.

Hello, I must be going.

Okay, it's open.

Give me the ribs, brother.

As soon as we open the pericardium, I'm going to grab the
heart, start compressing, get the blood circulating.

We're going to bring Fiscus back.

Blood gases?

PH 7.2, PO2140, PCO2 35, bicarb 9.

Good.

Plenty of oxygen.

Got some bombs?

Tech says we're low on O negative.

Well, he'd better find blood somewhere.

Wayne will need plenty of oxygen.

Plenty when he hits OR.

Jackie, start squeezing the heart.

Damn, there must be a hole in the ventricle.

Oh, my God.

Why haven't you moved him upstairs?

Wanted him stabilized first.

There's a hole in the ventricle.

Stick your finger in it.

Start pumping.

And get to OR now.

I'll have the blood bank start rounding up donors.

I'll get hold of a thoracic surgeon.

Good.

We'll prep things for him up in OR.

Wade, keep squeezing.

Ehrlich, grab that IV.

Let's move.

Hey, pull me in, huh?

Give me a hand.

Oh.

Ahoy, mate.

Come aboard.

Peter White.

What's the story, Wayne?

Just point me toward land.

I'll start dog paddling.

What's the matter?

What'd I do?

Besides being a doper, a r*pist, a lousy doctor, nothing.

Just the same, I'm staying right here in the water.

Oh, hey.

Hey, I'm a good boy now.

Come on, come on, look.

No women stowed away.

No drugs on deck.

Come on.

There's sharks in that waterway.

That's you, you up in little pieces?

Well, I'll take my chances.

Wayne, you can't tread water forever.

And that's how long you're going to be here, you and I.

Where's here?

Hell.

Pretty nice out here, isn't it?

Huh?

I mean, no wailing or gnashing of teeth,
just peaceful, calm water.

I was cast off in purgatory right over there.

And at night, at night, sometimes I can
see the bright light.

Heaven.

I never get any closer, though.

Where's all your fish?

Oh, I never catch anything.

Not even a shark?

There aren't any sharks in there.

I was lying to you.

It's good to see you haven't changed.

At least out here in the middle of
nowhere, you can't hurt anyone.

Anyone?

Look, Fiscus, I did my best in life to be
a good husband, a good father,

good medicine man, to fit into society,
but something, I don't know what,

something never clicked, except
the trigger of the g*n Shirley Daniels used to k*ll me.

Well, as far as I'm concerned, you got what you deserved.

Oh, yeah, right, Fiscus.

That's what life's all about, huh?

One lousy chance to earn enough brownie
points like redeemable coupons to get into

heaven, and you fall a little short of the quota, then you're
put out in the middle of a boat in the middle of nowhere.

Don't rock the boat, okay?

No, no, I think if we all Rose up against God, rock the boat
a little bit, we'd all be better off.

The people, Fiscus, people are scared.

Like you.

You gotta be mad as hell that you're even here!

I'm not supposed to be.

I'm alive.

Don't be so sure, Fiscus, old buddy.

Don't be so sure.

See, that's the thing about the big cheese.

He's a regular funster.

Yeah, he puts us right down here smack dab in the
middle of an evil world and expects us to resist temptation.

My cruelty to others was
my reaction against the suffering I received from others.

In all my life, I got only the barest happiness.

No wonder I was angry.

We do what we can in life to survive.

Stop making excuses.

I figure we got something common, Fiscus.

We both know what it's like to have a hole
blown in our chest.

And neither of us expected to end up here.

And we owe that little trick to the
all-knowing, all-powerful, all-forgiving a*s Jack up there!

I'm gonna be sick.

Not in my boat!

Hey, Fiscus!

I lied about lying about the sharks!

And you know, they love kosher!

Looks like the bleeding is slowing him.

Because he's running out of blood.

Should we scrub, sir?

No time.

Glove and gown.

One, two, three.

Wade, keep squeezing.

Rhythmic compressions.

Apex to the root.

Otherwise, the blood won't circulate.

Fiscus will wind up with macaroni salad for brains.

Sir, my hand is starting to cramp.

Step out.

Ehrlich, take over.

Where's the surgeon?

OR7 emergency bypass.

It'll be a half hour at least.

We can't wait that long.

We've got to get going.

Sir, what about meat cutting?

You're not experienced enough to repair
the ventricle under these conditions.

I'll operate.

Why?

Look, there's no choice here.

Only chance he has is by diving in.

All right, I'll be here just in case.

You're a real confidence builder, you know that?

You're back!

I was sent to heaven, but for some reason
I got transferred to hell.

The last thing I remember is being dumped
overboard by Peter White.

Oi!

This gets worse.

Let me explain.

Have a seat.

I don't want a seat.

Just half your sandwich.

Well, you must have been rejected from and
sent to for a reason.

Any suggestions?

Well, you can get sprung from purgatory one of two ways.

Wait out your time, or try to accomplish
what you didn't do on Earth.

You mean to say after three
years you've done nothing to bid farewell to this place?

I need five minutes of good material to
play Yahweh's palace.

So start doing the jokes, Murray.

Ah, my act was stinko.

I bombed all over the Catskills.

I had a lousy partner, and there never was
any good as a solo.

What about you, Ralph?

I need my wings.

But I was foolish to ever think I was really a bird.

I was a psycho living in a delusion,
incapable of dealing with reality.

But you were happy as a bird.

Now you just act like a man who got clipped.

And another who does nothing but order umbrella drinks.

Look at them.

Referees.

They never played the game.

They just passed judgment on the real athletes.

It's pathetic.

I'm stuck here with a bunch of losers.

People who don't have the guts to be champions either way.

Good or evil.

Maybe that's it.

I could have stopped Peter White from
raping my friends, but instead,

I just did I did enough
to ease my conscience, but not enough to make a difference.

Don't beat yourself up now.

The damage has been done.

No.

You could sit around if you wanted,
but I'm gonna go do something.

I'm gonna go back there and I'm gonna face Peter White.

First, I better take it easy.

Rest.

Not feeling right.

You see that bleeder, sir?

That's the right descending artery.

Mark, blood gases are looking much better.

Boy's got a strong heart.

No.

Wade, how close was the wife when she shot?



So much damage from one b*llet.

Over enters the body, hits cartilage,
tumbles, ricochets off bone.

Hard to tell what path it'll take.

People still look how it's way out, isn't it?

Maybe she meant to take his legs out,
immobilize him like Ironside.

I guess Mrs. Kurtz couldn't bear the pain of being alone.

What kind of a motive is that?

Staff.

Well, if all the woman had was her husband.

Oh, poppycock.

No person should be so dependent on another.

Take Ellen.

She's totally devoted, but she's got
interests and activities that have nothing

to do with me, and that makes a complete woman.

I have a weak pulse here, Mark.

Ehrlich, you're not squeezing hard enough.

I'm afraid I'd snap something.

But crying out loud
is a muscle, the most resilient and powerful in the body.

His heart's in your hands.

Wife.

All right, move over, Ehrlich.

I'll take it.

Atta boy, Donald.

You ready?

Go.

Go.

These are the last two units of O negative.

How do you know?

They're mine.

Two pints of your own blood?

Empty gesture.

We'll use that up in ten minutes.

There's a citywide shortage.

I can't think of anything else to do.

Find donors, wake patients.

Ring doorbells up and down the street.

Out of town.

Medevac flight.

Come on, Jack, do something.

Yeah.

Oh, for Pete's sake.

Drag him out of the way.

Then find him some fresh squeezed in a lawn of doom.

All right, open up the saline.

Team.

To do what bloody has left, at least we can maintain
the volume and not interrupt the flow.

All right, Mark?

Right.

I'm fine.

Suction?

Okay, there's the hole.

Just below the left anterior descending artery.

Tough to locate.

Oh, what a slug.

Just making a comment, sir.

I was talking about the b*llet, Claude Hopper.

I'm gonna have to suture
the wound, one stitch at a time, in between compressions.

I'll lift the heart up.

Mm-hmm.

You make your suture.

I'll put it back down and start the compression.

Are you ready?

Here we go.

Up.

No, I missed it.

I didn't get a good bite with the ligature.

Here we go again.

You ready?

Up.

If I could just... Once more.

Up.

Yeah, got it.

Okay.

Now we're cooking.

The minute I threw you overboard, I regret it at length.

Hey, hey.

Hey, did you ever water ski?

Well, I lived near Long Island Sound,
never got off the beach.

That's great, great, great.

I'll show you how.

I used to love to water ski.

It's neat.

See, you're sitting there in the water,
you're feeling awkward, and you're all

tangled up and everything, and then you say, hit it!

And the driver of the boat, he hits it,
he nails the throttle, and the rope

tightens, and all of a sudden you just
rise up out of the water.

And you're just gliding along,
the water's as smooth as glass.

Now, Wayne, I'll tell you something.

The mistake most people make is they don't
keep their knees bent.

If you want to absorb the shock and stay
up, you've got to be a little bit bent.

Sorry, not interested.

Great.

That makes perfect sense.

They gave me a brand new boat, a great set
of boards, everything I ever wanted except another person.

He knows this is a two-man operation.

It's not my sport, Peter.

Besides, I'm not feeling red hot.

Don't do this to me!

You're the first company I've had since I
was plopped down here!

When I was alive, I used people, okay?

I had power over them.

This is great punishment, isn't it, huh?

I never sleep.

I always got an eye out.

Sometimes I forget what it's like to hear a human voice.

I rev up this motor just to hear the noise.

For all eternity, nobody cares about me,
nobody thinks about me.

I'm just left here alone to rerun my life.

All right, let's go skiing.

Really, you mean it?

Great!

You're gonna love this.

You're gonna love this, Fiscus.

I thought for a minute there God was gonna
pull another fast one on me.

How do you mean?

Well, see, he usually lets me get right to the point
I'm about to be happy, then he throws me a curve.

But not this time.

Let's hurry.

Where's my life jacket?

You don't need one.

You're not alive.

Come on, let's go.

You're gonna love this, Wayne.

You're gonna love this a lot.

I thought I was supposed to confront you, Peter.

Pay back with violence for the violence
you did to Wendy and Kathy.

Whatever I could do has already been taken care of.

Listen, there's something I want to tell you.

When you're skiing, I'll probably drive a little too fast.

Or a little too slow.

Hello, but not on purpose, Wayne.

It's just who I am.

Now remember, keep your knees bent.

Ready?

Hit it!

Okay, I'll try another one.

One sunny day in Miami, a grandmother takes
a grandson to the beach, when suddenly this giant wave.

The grandson.

That's better.

I'll call him Joey.

I need some lift in my liftoff.

Dr. Fiscus, you're starting to be a regular here.

I got dumped again.

Never gonna get back to heaven.

Never gonna see God.

Fear not, Wayne.

You've inspired us.

We'll figure a way to get you through those pearly gates.

Last time on Earth, I wanted to take off
and soar to Portugal.

The ultimate migration.

The quintessential flight.

But that's not even a short commute
compared to where I'm headed now.

There's got to be a better way.

A giant wave sweeps the grandson, Joey, out to sea.

The grandmother's frantic.

She runs up and down the beach, crying, pleading.

Please, God, don't take Joey.

He's too little.

Take me.

I'm old.

I've lived.

Return Joey and I'll be grateful.

For forever.

Just then, another giant wave rolls in,
and a miracle of miracles.

The grandson is washed right up at the grandmother's feet.

She hugs him and kisses him and suddenly stops.

Then the grandmother looks up at heaven
and says, you know, he was wearing a hat.

Murray, you're getting better.

Really?

Ralph, I'm funny.

Ralph?

You know,

this is a lot easier than I thought!

And I owe it all to you!

I'm happy for you, Ralph!

On your way to heaven!

And you're coming with me, my friend!

See ya, Murray!

I was feeling flaccid, Meyer.

No chance of restarting the heart unless
myocardial tone returns.

We're gonna bring him back.

Lost enough of his generation
to wars and drugs and hospitalization, stupid, car crashes.

You're right, Donald.

Fiscus is a doctor.

My son Steve and he.

His interest in medicine was only fueled
by my own ambition.

I forced him to follow in my footsteps.

He loved the water.

I would have made a good swim coach.

Morrison, where's the blood?

And who's that bozo?

I, uh, this, it's a cell saver.

And, uh, this is, uh, Bob, technician.

Gonna recycle the blood, Fiscus?

I don't know what this has left.

That's using the old pate boomer.

Sir, I think there's another leak in the lower atrium.

Ehrlich, see if you can locate this hole.

I'm getting tired.

Jack, get yourself dressed and get over
here and help me out, would you?

Okay, I found the tear.

I'll need more light.

I've got a suction in the area.

Morrison, you're standing on my toe.

Sorry, I... Just get around the other side.

It's hard enough operating on a heart
that's bouncing around like a Mexican jumping bean.

Got it.

I don't need you making it more difficult!

Dr. Craig, you know, we've been doing
compressions for so long, I just wonder if

there's been enough pulsatile flow to the
brain to prevent damage.

Valuable time was lost in ER.

Instead of seeing the whole picture,
you let yourself get caught up in details.

Now, in situations like this, protocol goes out the window,

and if
you haven't learned that by now, I've wasted my time!

We'll defibrillate at 25 watts.

Ready?

Everyone clear.

I have to speak with God.

Maybe it's this afternoon's Eucharist.

It can't wait.

I need some answers.

Why are you so upset?

One minute I'm in the ER minding my own business, and the
next... I mean, is the world God's sh**ting gallery?

Does he wind us up, put us in motion,
take aim, and blink us off one by one?

Is that it?

The only reason I was born?

We'll defibrillate again after an amp of epi.

Set up an isoprel drip, 1 to 1,000.

Come on, Fiscus.

Come on.

Things happen to us in life, but the plan
may never be revealed.

Well, let him tell me face to face.

Well, you either believe in God or you don't.

Now, if you don't, you're on your own.

And in that case, I can understand why you're on your own.

The world is such a scary place for you.

There's no two ways about it.

The world is terrifying.

If you believe he loves you and wants the
best for you, then you just have to trust

that whatever you go through, there's a purpose.

You saw our ER.

Abused children, mugging victims, cancer patients.

You can't tell me there's a purpose to that.

He's also the one who gave us the intricacy
of the human body, the miracle of birth, and the 69 net.

Returgeon.

Team, 25 watts, ready, clear, looking.

For me, I'm God, funny, I created you in
my image, didn't I, well then you could

have done a lot better on the nose and
hairline, everyone's a critic,

have a seat, it's okay, have a seat,
your anger at me is typical, but I didn't

invent the The g*n that shot you, men did.

And I didn't come up with the
medical technology they're using to try to save your life.

Everybody thinks I spend all my time
persecuting them individually.

But the world is so vast, so complex.

I'm fortunate to get my mail.

Are you asking me to feel sorry for God?

No.

But you should understand, I just create
possibilities, circumstances.

I turn my head, I look back, things have changed.

Sometimes for better, sometimes not.

But that's okay.

You all look for reasons.

Reasons, rewards, but people should be more concerned
with what goes on down there and not what comes after.

Ready?

Clear.

To be honest,
I haven't been a Saint and I may never be, but

I'd like a chance
to do a few more things and do them right.

Like what?

Finish my residency, have a kid, and
I wouldn't mind playing the hot corner for the Red Sox.

Can I call you Wayne?

Sure.

Wayne, you're not the first person to
get up here and think they're not supposed to be dead.

But to tell you my honest truth, once they get used to
it, most want to stay.

But if you don't, go back.



They do as they please.

It's out of my hands.

Patients.

Myocardium's too badly damaged.

You did everything you could, Mark.

When's that?

Once more.

Recharge.

Have you decided?

Yeah.

I think I'm gonna stick around after all.

This'll be great.

No more 36 hours on call.

No more worrying about paying the rent.

I'll finally be able to I'll be able to
get a full night's sleep.

Lou Gehrig?

Clear.

His heart!

It's beating!

All right!

Look at that!

Thank God.

Okay, we'll close.



Thank you.

Let me give you some suction.

There we go.

There we go.

Huh?

This BP is 120 over 80.

Lung function's normal.

Fiscus is going to be just fine.

Yep.

I gotta say, you really impressed me tonight.

You too, my friend.

You know, I never felt better about being
a doctor in my life, Mark.

Went back, Donald.

Self-save was a great idea Jack you really
snapped too well I was paralyzed up to now

doing my uh my community outreach work at
Newcastle prison when the riot broke out

the inmates went crazy I should have been
stronger well if I'd made a decision if

I'd acted quicker I wouldn't have been I
wouldn't have been r*ped.

I'm going to look in on Fiscus before we leave.

Okay.

Hey, where have you been?

Across the street in the park.

Dangerous business.

It was worth the risk.

Need a ride home?

No, thanks.

I think I'll stay the night and on call.

Look in on Wayne from time to time.

You don't want to go home?

This is my home, in a way.

You know, I was really starting to despise medicine.

I thought it was to blame for my divorce.

Then I realized, my career is my passion.

There's nothing wrong with that.

I'm due back on shift in an hour.

I have time to go to my apartment and change my undies.

How's Fiscus doing?

Miracle.

All right.

See you tomorrow, guys.

Okay.

Care unit.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

For watching!

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