02x18 - Equinox

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Previously on St. Elsewhere.

Does he really think
I r*ped those women? Do you?

Peter, I don't know who to believe.

So we're still on for this evening?

Yeah.

I'm coming up on a birthday
and I don't want to face it.

And I don't want to face it
with only one breast.

And when can I go back to work?

We'll see. Yeah, but, I promised...

For once, give yourself some time.

This is Paul Revere.

And that is my ailing steed.

Tonight, on St. Elsewhere.

What are you going to do?
Scrape the lump off and sew me up?

It's not that simple. >

Your testicle has to be removed.

And what do I tell the next girl
I go to bed with?

She won't know.

I'm scared to death.

We need to see if anything's broken,
it won't hurt.

Then, can I wear your hat?

My hat?

< I'll make you a deal,

we'll do it together.

I hardly know you.

We've been ordered to let White
re-join the residency programme.

Peter White is yet to be convicted
of a crime.

You step out of line once,
I'm going to break you in two.

< Argh.

Quite whining, at least they didn't
tear up your knee.

Here we go,
back to sophomore year, right?

Hey, if it weren't for my knee,
I'd have been all Ivy.

Instead, you're all washed up.

When they dragged me off the field
and brought me in here.

Yeah. The nurses were weird.

They just stood
at the end of the bed.

Not cos they didn't want
to get near you,

they wanted to look up
your hospital gown.

Ha-ha. Guys, don't make me laugh,
it hurts.

Ah, yes, table for three
with a view, please.

What's the problem?

Our friend Kevin Hooper, here,
has been the victim

of a most unfortunate personal foul
in the well-spring of his progeny.

The groin?

We've got to get him in shape
for spring break, we're heading
for Hilton Head.

I thought all you college kids
went down to Fort Lauderdale.

Not Harvard.

Well, boom, boom.

Who's next?

Yo.

Oh, Kevin, old sport,
if you're not feeling up to it,

perhaps I should go in your place.

This way, please.

< You guys, go on, get out of here.

You sure, big fella?

Positive.
I'll see you at the apartment.

He's in good hands. Let's go.

I'm Doctor Cavanero.

Cavanero, that's Italian.

Yes, I know.
Do you want to tell me what happened?

My friend Ryan forgot the meaning
of the words touch football.

Hmm. I'll need you to stand.

You've got to take down your pants,
so I can have a look.

< This is a little embarrassing.

I'm a doctor.

I guess, if you've seen one.

Turn your head and bear down.

Do you mean cough?

Bear down, please.

Hm.

Well?

The left side is a little swollen.

But I'll live?

Kevin, I'm going to admit you.

What?

I'd like to run some tests

and have a urologist
take a look at your other testicle.

There seems to be an irregularity
on the right side.

I've never noticed it.

It could be nothing, but, as long as
you're here, let's get it checked.

Feels like someone took
all the lubricants out of my body. >

I have aches and pains in places
I didn't even know I had.

We'll get you loosened up
in the whirlpool later.

I'd like that, believe me.

< Hi, Amanda.

Hi, Phil.

Mr Barnes, how you coming along?

Arthritis is still
a barrel of laughs.

Did you get the tickets?

No.

Why not?

Ah, we'll talk about it later.

What's the big mystery?

< There's no mystery.

You two going on a date?

We're supposed to be going to see
the Alvin Ailey Dance Company,

but something has obviously
changed our plans.

Mr Barnes, you should be ready
to go home in a couple of days.

Good. >

I'll check on you again tomorrow.

Amanda, could I see you outside?

I want to talk to you
about treatment for Mrs Mac.

Sure.

See you at the whirlpool, Mr Barnes.

Amanda, I don't think it's wise
for us to discuss our personal life

in front of patients.

Why not?

Well, I just don't think
it's good medicine.

I see, doctors aren't supposed
to be human beings.

Oh, come on, you know what I mean.

Yeah. I was going
to kiss you goodbye, but...

Oh-oh-oh.

(GIGGLES)

OK.

Bye-bye.

What are you doing here?

I work here, remember.

You said you were going
to take two full weeks off,

"To get to know my new breast,"
as you put it.

Yeah, well, you said
you couldn't wait till I got back.

When Doctor Caldwell sees you,
he's going to hit the ceiling.

Why do there always seem to be
tornados in Mississippi?

Well, actually, it's a phenomenon
associated with the vernal equinox,

a time of natural upheaval.

I believe that the Gulf of Mexico
provides a moist body of air
in the spring

which, when pushed out by
a cold front, makes violent updrafts.

That's the most I've ever heard
him say in one sitting.

So, Wendy, you didn't have time
for breakfast this morning? >

I'm furious.

Well, are you going to tell us why
or do we have to guess?

I just testified at Peter White's
pre-trial r*pe hearing.

His lawyer is a real shyster.

Tried to make what happened
in the locker room >

seem like an overblown incident
of hostility. >

This guy tries to r*pe me
and the court reduces the charge

to indecent as*ault and battery.

What about the two other women
Peter actually r*ped?

He wore a ski mask.

Oh. So they can't
positively identify him. >

And the best part is,

the judge released Peter on his own
recognizance until the trial.

No bail?

That's right.

And now I'm supposed
to forget all about it

and spend the rest of the day
smiling at my patients.

Hm.

< Well, better get to work.

Oh!

Nurse Rosenthal.

Are you OK?

Oh. Yeah, I'm fine.

Sorry, I just wanted to tell you
that Dr Levine's wife wants

another sh*t of insulin.

I'll take care of it. Thanks.

Are you sure you're OK?

Yeah, I'm fine, really. Don't worry.

Oh.

Dr Barton?

Here are Kevin Hooper's
test results.

A non-functioning mass
showed up on the testicular scan

and appears solid on the ultrasound.

Slight elevation alpha-fetoprotein,

beta HCG negative, chest X-ray
negative, CAT scan negative.

Schedule surgery
for later this afternoon.

I'll have to remove
the malignant testicle.

Throw this in his chart.

Looking good, Mr Murphy.

If I find a pure seminoma,
there's an end to it.

You'll talk to Kevin?

I'm in O.R. the rest of the morning.

I won't see him until just before
surgery, you'll have to tell him.

But, Dr Barton,
I don't think I'm the one who...

I was taking a throw
from the shortstop, >

when one of the big kids slid
into me at second.

And on the first day
of outdoor recess too.

Did you tag him out?

Double play.

Well, at least there's
some justice in this world.

Three over four swelling
to the lateral malleolus,

indicating forced inversion injury.

Can you wiggle your toes for me?

You sure you're a real doctor?

If I'm not, I wasted a lot of time
and money in med school.

I've never seen a doctor wearing
a baseball hat before.

This is my lucky hat.

I wear this for protection
against the forces of evil.

All right, take him down to X-ray,

we need an AP and a lateral
of his ankle. >

AP and lateral, check.

We're going to get you off
the injured reserve list in no time.

X-rays are radioactive.

Nothing to worry about.

There's no such thing as an
acceptable level of contamination.

Well, we need to see
if anything's broken. It won't hurt.

I promise.

Then, can I wear your hat?

My hat? What for?

Protection against
the forces of evil.

No. Please.

< Couldn't he just wear it
down to X-ray?

This hat never leaves my head.

Even when you shower?

Let him wear the hat, Fiscus.

All right, Elliot, but I'm holding
you personally responsible.

Did I tell you Myra came
to see me? >

Yeah, I was surprised
she wasn't at the hearing. >

Something must have come up.

Ha-ha. Man, I'll tell you something,
it's good to be home.

Myra!

Honey!

Wait right there. I just want
to change before we go back.

OK.

< Myra!

< Myra!

< Myra!

Hmm.

Myra?

They're gone. What?

The toys and the clothes
and everything, just gone.

When Myra came to see you,
did she...?

< She didn't say much of anything.

< I mean, I did most of the talking.

I told her that...

I loved her
and how much she meant to me.

< Huh.

What? Does she think I'm guilty?

How could she do that?

Well, I don't know why she left,
Peter, but it's...

probably not what you're thinking.

Myra loves you too much. Right.

Look, you go on
and I'll catch up with you.

What?

Yeah. Go on, go on. I'll catch up
with you at the hospital.

Peter?

You sure? >

Yeah, thanks.

OK.

APPLAUSE

It was at the urging
of my husband's mother

to join the Women's Auxiliary
at St. Eligius.

She was always inspiring me
to do charitable acts and,

I must admit, I've found enormous
pleasure in this past year. >

St. Eligius's financial problems
are far... >

You mean to tell me,
there's nothing we can do about it?

I'm afraid not.

The court was very clear,

we've been ordered to let White
re-enter the residency programme.

I don't like it any more
than you do, Donald.

But the fact remains

that Peter White is yet
to be convicted of a crime.

< We live in a country
where a person is innocent
until proven otherwise.

I present St. Eligius
with an endowment

in the name
of my beloved mother-in-law.

Well, I can't believe
he wants to come back here.

We can send him
anywhere we choose, right?

Of course.

Great.

..to the sum of $50,000.

APPLAUSE

And, in her memory,
I dedicate her bust.

APPLAUSE

Once again, Mrs Jesmer and
Mr Jesmer, thank you from everyone

at St. Eligius
for your generous contribution.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,
would you please join us all

for some champagne.

Oh, how nice.

< How do we explain 's presence
to the women who work here?

Convincing them that he's within
his constitutional rights

isn't going to make them feel
any safer.

No need to k*ll the messenger,
Dr Westphall.

Right, OK.

Well, let's go
and get some of the champagne.

Excellent speech, Mrs Jesmer.

Oh, thank you.

Do you think Mother Jesmer
would have liked it?

Undoubtedly.

Ah. Come along, dear.

I tell you something, from the minute
he walks in that door,

I'm going to have somebody
following him everywhere.

He's not wandering
through these halls scaring people.

His lawyers could sue
for harassment.

I don't care.

Care for some champagne? >

Thank you.

Donald?

No, thanks.

Well, how did I do?

Doctor Barton and I agree
that there's an irregularity

on your right testicle.

What do you mean?

A tumour.

The tests indicate
some kind of carcinoma.

I got cancer?

There's a chance
that the tumour's benign.

I suppose that means radiation or
chemo, I'll be bald for graduation.

We have to operate.

I've scheduled surgery
for this afternoon. >

So fast? You just checked me in
last night and now you want to...

We need to identify the type
of tumour as soon as possible.

What? Am I going to die?

I think we caught it
in the early stages.

So, what are you going to do?

You're going to scrape the lump off
and sew me up?

It's not that simple.

Your testicle has to be removed.

If we find that the mass
is well localised, >

then it's not as serious >

and your chances for recovery
are excellent. >

Sounds pretty damn serious to me.

You ready?

Ooh.

You wanted to know what dipping
your hand in paraffin feels like.

Yeah, it feels kind of nice.

Hey, Dr Chandler, could you get us
a bottle of champagne,

dim the lights, maybe put on
a little Barry .

Hey, wait a minute,
I was just getting relaxed.

We'll wait until it dries,
then we'll do it again.

Luther, don't you have something
better to do with your time?

Oh, not in my wildest dreams.

I think it's hard enough,
so let's do it again.

Ooh, when hot wax is joined together,
let no man separate.

Now. Luther.

Amanda, I'll never wash this hand.

(GIGGLES)

Look, I'm, erm, sorry
about what happened this morning.

I understand.

I thought I'd make it up to you.
I traded shifts with Jack
this evening, so we...

Phil.

I'm going to a party with Luther.

Dr Ridley,
can I bother you for a minute?

Sure. Come on in.

I've stopped dreaming in colour.

Don't you think that means something?

Probably. Here, have a seat.

I wonder what that does mean.

I know everyone thinks I'm lonely
and that I'm paranoid.

Actually, I'm a very open person,
but he knows everything about me,

where I live, where I work,
the hours I keep.

Damn it, I don't want to give
Peter a reason to hurt me.

Cathy, you have every reason
to feel confused,

a terrible, terrible thing
has happened to you.

You probably feel like
you've lost some sense of control

over your life.

Am I close?

You see, I don't think
you'll feel so helpless

if you work real hard to try
and get that sense of control back.

I know that, intellectually.

But, in my heart,
I've got to stop being afraid.

I've got to do something to make sure
I know that he won't att*ck me.

Or anyone else again.

That makes perfect sense.

I want to testify
against him in court.

I'm the only one who can give
a positive identification.

I pulled the ski mask off.

I'd say you'd better testify,

if only to restore
your own sense of dignity and worth.

I'd just like to dream
in colour again.

Nurse Daniels,
have you seen Dr Fiscus?

He went to the bank.

Elliot? Yes.

Your patient's been
in a car accident,

you need to check for kidney damage,
what do you do?

Check the urine for red blood cells.

Right.
I need a complete urinalysis STAT.

STAT.

Ah!

My God.

God. Urgh!

He's going to k*ll me.

Slow down, Elliot.

200 degrees.

Ten minutes.

That ought to do it.

I resent doing
another doctor's dirty work.

Isaac Barton is a busy surgeon >

and I'm sure he'll see this patient
when he can.

Even so.

Annie, giving bad news
is part of the job. >

Next to the hours,
it's the worst part,

but you do it all the time,
we all do.

If Barton gets in there
and finds embryonal carcinoma.

Annie, you didn't give the boy
this disease.

I can talk about treating cancer,

but I can't talk
about being a young man.

I see. >

You're a woman, so you can't know
what this means to him, huh?

I don't buy that.

Fine.

Annie? >

If a boyfriend of yours
had the same operation,

would it make any difference to you?

Maybe.

I don't feel very good about that.

You shouldn't.

Oh, OK, over here.

Why don't you put them
on the counter, right there.

Thank you.

Well, isn't that nice?

You can always tell what the season
is by the flower arrangements.

After a long winter
of chrysanthemums and dried leaves,

it's so nice to see tulips again,
isn't it?

Here's Mr Armand Trod's
medication schedule.

It's not fair.

What?

How can somebody eat a whole box
of crullers and stay so thin?

Ha.

(SNIFFS)

Do you smell something burning?

Ah!

Oh!

Oh! Ah-ah.

My God!

ALARM RINGS

What on Earth is going on?

Dr Westphall?

Sit down.

I'm going to make this quick

because I can't stand being
in the same room with you.

Oh, so you think I'm guilty?

You're damn right I do.

I don't know what loophole
your crawled through to get in...

You don't even want
to hear my side...

I've been doing nothing but listening
to your problems for a year.

I gave you every chance in the book >

because, for some stupid reason,
I thought you deserved them.

Now I'm going to get
the "I let you down" lecture.

No. No, not me.

This hospital. Do you have any idea
the damage you've caused?

You violated a trust.
You've made us all suspect.

I feel I've been sheltering an animal
here, these past months.

Is there an official reason
for this meeting?

From the time you leave this office,
there's going to be a security guard

on your back,
every minute you're on call.

Anything else?

You step out of line once,
I'm going to break you in two.

Hoops. Yo.

Savouring the ambiance.

For you, chief.

All these sick people
in one place, urgh.

What are they keeping you
here for, anyway?

A few more tests.

You look worse
than when we brought you in here.

What kind of tests? >

Since when do they keep you
overnight

for taking a sh*t
below the belt, huh?

Guys, I'm kind of tired.

Erm, can we talk tomorrow?

Hoops, we are packing for
Hilton Head, when are they
letting you out of here?

I don't know.

Wh...? Hoops, we have a tradition
of debauchery to uphold.

Yah.

I'm not going.

You're not going? >

You're not going?

Still got to pay
your share of the deposit.

Money is
all this clown thinks about.

Why don't we take up the great
debate of last month's phone bill, >

while we we're at it. >

I got cancer.

You what?

One of my testicles.

Come on, Kev, that's not even funny.

No, that's the good news.

The bad news is, if it's spread,

they're going to cut
from here to here

and they're going to take out
a bunch of lymph nodes

and, if I'm real lucky...

I'll live.

< All he did was knee you, man.

When are they going to operate?

Today.

Well, I wouldn't let them. >

I'd get a second opinion at a real
hospital, like, er, Boston General.

I don't need a second opinion,

they're going to cut off
my testicle.

This hospital smell is
really getting to me.

You coming, Ryan?

Yeah.

Kevin.

You're kidding, right?

I didn't do it on purpose,
it was an accident.

Do you have any idea
what you've done.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Elliot, this wasn't just a hat,
this was a way of life.

I'll replace it for you.

You can't
replace something that's priceless.

You know who gave me that hat?

No. Carl Yastrzemski.

He did?

Personally.

I stole it from him
after a game in Fenway in 1979.

Oh, Wayne. I didn't know, I'll make
it up to you somehow, I promise.

No, no. I'll do it.

We need you, Wayne. >

Elliot, I was your friend,
even though you're stupid,

fat, incompetent, I was still
your friend and you betrayed me.

Luther, I've got something
I want you to do.

Oh, I can't right now,
I'm watching little Pete.

I'm doing my Michael Jackson routine.

Don't you have something better
to do with your time?

Babysitting for little Pete is fine,
at least you're helping someone.

But spending the rest of your day
shucking and jiving

and clowning around is pathetic.

Don't you want to do something
with your life?

Hello, Kevin. I'm Dr Westphall,
director of medicine.

If this is
another pre-operation pep talk,

Dr Burton already told me,
it's as simple as opening an oyster.

I'm in and out in 30 minutes.

Are your parents aware
of what's going on?

I'm sure they're going
to be happy to know

their son is on his way to becoming
the daughter they never had(!)

Kevin, this is a diseased organ
that has nothing whatsoever to do

with how masculine you are,

how deep your voice is or how many
children you're going to have.

Business as usual.

That's right. 100%.

No change in your sexuality,
your fertility or your performance.

See, Kevin, nature has
a wonderful pattern of redundancy.

A man has two testicles,
but he only needs one.

Yeah, and what do I tell
the next girl I go to bed with?

She won't know.

A prosthesis can fool even a doctor.

I'll know.

Yup.

I can't help thinking that I'm being
punished for something I did wrong.

Come on, now. >

Disease can't be
a punishment for our thoughts, Kevin.

If it were, hospitals would be even
more overcrowded than they are.

(EXHALES)

I'm scared to death.

Wayne, you look different.

How?

You shaved your beard off?

Oh.

Mind if I join you?

Yes, I do mind.

< Her mum's up in the roof.

< (LAUGHING)

Wayne, what happened?

< Don't. Just don't.

So, how are the
wedding plans going, Bobby?

< You're getting married?

Looks like.

Do we have to talk about marriage?

Sorry. Still no word
from Roberta, huh? >

Her lawyer called to
find out who my lawyer was.

I don't have a lawyer.
I don't even have a regular barber.

< Instead of eating it,
I should just attach it to my thigh,

cos that's where
it would end up anyway.

Ladies? Hi.

I mean, I just don't know
how you can eat so much at one time.

I'm starved,
I haven't had a bite all day.

Did you two hear the rumour?

< Which rumour?

Because of budget restrictions,
there's going to be five less places

in the second year residency
programme next year.

So what? >

When I went from first year
to second, they cut ten people.

It's a given
that not everybody's asked back.

Which one of us
is going to get the axe?

Here comes my vote.

I'll get some air.

Why did you r*pe me, Peter?

You're crazy, everybody knows it.

I never touched you.

You're a liar.

You're a despicable human being!

SILENCE

I want the special.

Dr Barton has delivered
the testicle into the wound

and is ready for, er...

for removal.

Thank you, Dr Ehrlich.

There is an elevation on
the inferior portion of the testicle,

approximately one by two centimetres
in area.

The tumour's well-circumscribed
and appears to be non-invasive.

Send this to pathology.

Ooh.

You're skittish, Dr Ehrlich.

Sorry, sir, but this procedure hits
me at the very root of my being.

Prosthesis.

Ah. Poor kid.

We're saving his life.

I know, but a marble
made of silicon gel, come on.

They used to be made
of sterilised ping pong balls.

Oh, great. Table tennis, anyone?

Testicular cancer isn't
a joking matter

for a man your age, Dr Ehrlich.

Do you examine yourself once a month?

No. You should.

Not now, Ehrlich.

Yes, sir.

Judging from the swelling,
I'd say you took quite a sh*t.

Yes, unbelievably tender.

Maybe I should have been wearing
shoulder pads.

You have no business being here
at the hospital.

How's that?

It's sore.

You came back way too early.

Well, I was home the same length
of time after my mastectomy.

Totally different.

Now, I want you to go home and rest.

I couldn't stand being at home,

all that time to think that maybe
I shouldn't have had this implant.

Why?

Because it doesn't look exactly
the way I thought it would.

Because I didn't really need it.

It's not the same size
as my real breast.

Because...

Huh. Because, because...

Look, Helen.

You're never going to be able
to replace the organ that you lost,

but you're jeopardising the shape
and position of the implant.

You want to go through
all this again?

No.

Please.

OK.

< I don't know what I'm going to do.

I haven't had any sleep in two days.

I have an emergency medicine exam
tomorrow

and I haven't even cracked a book.

I don't know how much more of this
I can take.

I just don't have what it takes
to be a doctor.

(SIGHS)

Everyone thinks I'm a joke.

I have one friend in this
entire hospital and what do I do?

I set his hat on fire.

His prize possession.

So, of course, now he hates me.

I don't know.

I don't know what to do.

I should've gone to dental school.

I mean, there wouldn't have been
the drama of saving lives, but

I bet there's a lot of satisfaction
in fighting tooth decay.

Yeah. I mean, clean a few teeth

and, Wednesdays,
play a few rounds of golf.

It's not a bad life.

Err.

I don't mean to bore you, I'm sorry.
I just...

You're the lucky one,
you're anaesthetised.

Look at you, sleeping like a baby.

No cares, no worries.

No pulse.

You have no pulse!

Oh, Mr Gleeson,
so this is where you've been hiding.

< And I thought we'd lost you.

Take him down to pathology,
will you?

Excuse me.

I must see a doctor at once.

What seems to be the problem?

It's about my steed.

(HORSE SNORTS)

< We were on our way to conquer
and her legs bucked.

I didn't know what to do,
St. Eligius was close,
so I brought her here.

You won't let her die, will you?

Wow, what's going on?

This is Paul Revere.

My name is Christopher Samus Paine,

president of the Paul Revere Society

and that is my ailing steed,
Unknown.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

What do you expect us to do?

It's all right, I'm here.

Thought we could have expected
better treatment at the hands of
the Tories.

She's lactating, isn't she?

Yes, she's got a beautiful,
little colt named Minute Man.

Nurse Daniels, IV, normal saline,
250cc an hour.

We're going to need a large bore
needle, 18-gauge should do it,

and a red top tube.

Fiscus, get these people out of
here, I need some room to work, OK?

Do you know what you're doing?

Of course, my father was a vet, I
used to work there over the summers.

Is she going to be all right?

She probably has hypocalcaemia.

It's a calcium deficiency,

it's expected in lactating
or pregnant mares.

I'd never forgive myself
if anything happens to Unknown.

She was named
for Paul Revere's horse. >

Heartbeat's about 60, it's a little
elevated, it should be 35 or 40.

We wanted to walk in the footsteps
of history by re-tracing the root
of Paul Revere's Ride.

This was a dry run so we wouldn't
get lost on the anniversary
next month. >

"One if by land and two if by sea

"And I on the opposite shore will be

"Ready to ride
and spread the alarm >

"Through every Middlesex
village and farm." >

Longfellow. Henry Wadsworth.

But wasn't it
The Midnight Ride Of Paul Revere?

Paul Revere didn't have to work
in the morning, there was a w*r on.

Thanks.

Shall I make it a little warmer,
Mr Barnes?

Please.

First class treatment, eh,
Mr Barnes?

Amanda.

Can I talk with you a minute?

You'll have to wait.

< Did you get those dance tickets?

Still working on them, Mr Barnes.

Should I turn on the jets?

Yeah, give me a blast.

I just want to talk.
I can't concentrate on my work.

How's that, Mr Barnes?

< All I need is a pair
of water skis. Ha.

About Luther.

You didn't have to yell at him,
Phil.

I thought we had something better
going, but you'd rather spend

your time with some guy who plays
step and fetch it just to get
a laugh.

You're really cruel.

I don't get it. I don't get it.
What do you see in him?

Someone who's not caught up
in himself.

Someone who's not
so serious all the time.

I'm a doctor, he's an orderly.

So what?

So I don't have time
to go around making people laugh,

telling jokes, that's not
what I'm here to do.

Amanda? I hate to bother you.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I don't want to talk
about this any more.

Could you turn down the heat?

You know, I think you're better off
not going to that dance with him.

But she's dead.

What do you mean she's dead?

I have an order for Mead,
for three pepperoni specials,

somebody owes me 33.75 plus tip.

$33 for pizza?

Extra cheese.

Listen, I'll take one.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Didn't have a chance to grab dinner.

I just had a visit
with Kevin Hooper.

Pathologist report showed
pure seminoma, no metastasis.

I guess I didn't handle it very well,
but thanks for talking to him.

I didn't say anything to him,
his body did.

What do you mean?

A dream he just had.

An erotic dream
about a woman named Annie.

Night.

(BABY GURGLES)

< I thought you left already.

(SIGHS)

How would you describe me?

Smart?

Silly?

Funny?

I don't know, I like you, I think
you're a nice guy, a good doctor.

Average?

Boring?

I didn't say that.

That's what you think, right?
That's what you meant.

Everybody thinks I'm just a nice
doctor, always on his P's and Q's.

Always trying to maintain
a squeaky clean, professional image.

Being a doctor's got nothing to do
with your personality.

If you were a lawyer or a CPA, you'd
still be the same Phil Chandler. >

A dull, black guy
with no sense of rhythm.

It's OK, so what? I'm a dull,
white guy with no sense of rhythm.

Well, it's not a problem for you.

See, I'm black.

I'm supposed to be cool,
tell jokes, have a certain flair.

That's ridiculous. Come on.

< (BABY GURGLES)

You're stereotyping.

Am I?

< (BABY GURGLES)

All right, look,
I know you're just joking,

but most people, I just don't live up
to their idea of what I should be.

Well, that's their problem.

Yeah.

Yeah.

It's mine too.

You see, I grew up
in an all-white neighbourhood.

Went to an all-white school.

On the one hand, my black friends
feel like I sold out.

Not white enough
for my white friends.

People here at the hospital,
they don't think...

Feel the same way too.

You're exaggerating.

Besides...

Yeah, I know, I know.

I should just be the best person
I can be, right?

That's right. >

Yeah, well. We can't all be
masters at it like you, Jack.

Phil.

Well, then,

guess I'd better go run now.

BANG BANG

< (BABY CRIES)

(HORSE NEIGHS)

< Get up.

Up, oh!

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Calcium deficiencies have
some pretty frightening symptoms,

but with the right treatment,

the patient can bounce back
real quickly.

Now, don't forget that diet
we talked about, OK?

Done.

We're going back
to the paddock tonight

to rest up for the real thing.

Thank you.

Oh, you're very welcome.

What did you think?

I need a neuro check
on the woman in three, STAT.

OK.

What d'you think?

Please, Elliot, you're in the way.

I'm sorry.

Elliot, you did a good job,
but it's no big deal,

we don't have time here for glory,
we just move on to the next one.

Neuro check in three.

Dr Fiscus.

I'll replace that hat for you.

You bet you will.

(KNOCKS)

Kevin?

How are you feeling?

Like a bullfighter
who just ran out of luck.

Ha-ha.

You should be halfway
to South Carolina.

Ah, pfft, change of plans.

Andy decided to go alone.

And I thought Andy never had
any smarts.

Yeah.

When I was 15, my grandmother d*ed
and I was real close to her.

And my uncle said, erm,
"Toughen up, real men don't cry."

< And so I held it in all day,
through the wake and the church,

< the cemetery.

< Until, finally I got home

and I went up to my room and, erm...

I couldn't stop weeping.

But I felt better.

My uncle was a jerk.

You run into guys like that.

< Yeah, everywhere.

Kev, when you told us
what they were going to do to you,

I could see you were scared,
but I was scared too, you know.

It's, like,
it's like cancer was contagious.

< And I know it isn't, I know that,
but I was still scared.

Welcome to the club.

Cos it could happen to me.

Kev, you're still a man.

I'm a jerk.

It's OK.

Well, I'm sorry for not being
a better friend.

And for kneeing you.

You probably saved my life.

What's that?

Oh.

Spring break.

# THE BEACH BOYS:
Surf City

OK? You clown.

We're talking about some
industrial strength sun burning.

As a matter of fact,
soak yourself, bud.

Oh, thanks.

Not far behind you, pal.

You got the groove yet?

OK, hotshot.

You go long,
I'll hit you at the first palm tree.

(CHUCKLES)

(PANTS)

(PANTS HEAVILY)

ARGH!