05x02 - When You Wish Upon a Scar

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Clear.

Let's go again after two amps bicarb.

We just gave her bicarb.

Ten minutes ago.

She's not getting adequate coronary circulation.

Okay, doctors, what's it going to be?

You want to leave, you call a dance.

One amp epi on a cardiac needle and get
another set of blood gases.

Going straight in the heart, you're risking a new thorax.

Either that or we lose her.

You got a better idea?

It's comatose and critical.

All I want to know is what keeps Mrs. Hovey coming.

Her body doesn't have the good sense to stop.

How many times did she code last night?

Half a dozen.

Every hour on the hour since midnight.

My watch should be that dependable.

Give it a shot.

Hands off.



Clear.

Once more.

Once more.

Up on the bus, lady.

Ready.

Clear.

Normal sinus rhythm.

Let's get her vitals.

Morning, Mrs. Olic.

Gonna be a scorcher.

Sounds like a great wedding.

Yeah.

Well, uh, but small.

Registry room, city hall.

Couldn't and invite more than one other person.

Hey, Jack, Wayne was the best man to be the best man.

Wait till you meet Joanne.

You are coming to the party, right?

Wouldn't miss the festivities for the world.

The kids were exhausted when we picked
them up in Logan last night.

We just tucked them to bed, watched them sleep.

Married life agrees with you, huh, Boomer?

Boy, I'd forgotten now.

These last four days with Joanne,
boy, I'm finally settling down,

getting my life normal again.

Yeah.

Hello.

Isn't it a gorgeous day?

Well, let's go to the beach.

Life's a beach.

I got it.

I got it.

Yeah, I want to call.

Yeah, he's here.

Fiscus.

This isn't for me.

Hello.

Oh.

Yeah.

Oh.

Hello.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Uh, no, I'm... Uh... Okay.

Uh, I'll be right down.

They're here.

Joanne and the kids.

I assumed they weren't coming to the party.

Jack, never assume.

Makes an a*s of you and me.

I got rounds.

What am I gonna do?

Look, give them the 25-cent tour to the hospital.

We'll cover for you.

Right.

Right.

Good idea.

Thanks.

Help me, guys.

Whoa.

Please help me brown bagging it today
Elliot for your information Wayne asked me

to pick up this food I thought it'd be a
nice way for the boomers to kick off their

marriage besides if you'd been at the
ceremony you would have seen I mean

something special happened when they took
those vows yeah Jack strung a complete

sentence I do are you feeling okay Jackie
fine just having some yucks guys sure well

I'll see you in the ER not if I see you
first not if I see you first nurse.

Elliot, would you get out of here?

I have got to change.

Okay, I just got to get my lamp cut, all right?

Are you sure you're feeling okay?

Fine.

It's just that yesterday, Mr. Driscoll had a seizure.

Last night, a seven-year-old girl died in my
arms, and this morning, Robert told me he wants a divorce.

Well, uh, have a nice day.

I thought you said this hot weather was going to ease up.

Heard the forecast while driving in.

There's a low pressure system coming down from Canada.

We should have thundershowers by this evening.

Try keeping your radio tuned to WEI 590, all news I do.

Love the news.

It's what the electronic media does best.

The Falkland invasion, the attempted
assassination of Pope John Paul.

I feel as though I'm right there.

Staff.

Daniel, you tell Catherine that the Women's
Auxiliary should hold their annual functions someplace else.

What's wrong with Bartley House?

This.

A bill for a $200 suite.

The night of the Doctor of the Year award banquet,
some skirt-chasing philanderer signed my name.

Do you know something about this?

No, I sure don't.

I'd advise you to pay this the next time
you tear up the carbons.

Good idea.

Mark, I've received the results of Mr. Lucas' CT scan.

Care.

His abscess is not resolving.

Way ahead of you, Daniel.

Three hours or so, I'll be performing a lung resection.

A bit soon for you to be operating, isn't it, Mark?

Tell him, Daniel.

Dr. Sweeney says the sensory branch of the
radial nerve is impinged with scar tissue.

And while Mark is in extreme
discomfort, there has been a partial return of mobility.

It's a routine surgery.

What are you taking for the pain?

Nothing.

And I can't be doped up when I'm operating.

Daniel, I know this is called drip dry,
but You know, spend a buck.

Send it to the cleaners and lose this wrinkle.

Mark, there's no reason for you to go
back to work before your hand's completely healed.

It's not a boxing competition, is it?

Boy, Donald, you really take the cake.

Do you actually think that I
would rush Willy-nilly into surgery if I couldn't handle it?

I was in a good mood this morning.

I don't know why I let you do this to me.

You blew it with Mrs. Holder.

She's not ready to swim Lake Michigan, but she's alive.

What are you doing?

I always order a breakfast for a patient I know can't eat.

You hungry?

Are you hungry?

Cherry Danish.

Mrs. Hovik,
a chronic COPD-er with severe pneumonia on top of

end-stage emphysema, anoxic brain damage, a duodenal ulcer.

Since she was dumped here yesterday,
we've had to jump-start her eight times.

We should have let her die.

Obviously, playing lacrosse at Johns
Hopkins developed your k*ller instinct.

This food's not worth stealing.

Healing.

So how much longer can we keep Mrs. Hoelig
surfing the drain?

A day, maybe two tops.

She's been around since Mckinley was president.

Then even he died better, right?

She's got no family.

She's got no future.

I want us to let her go the next time she codes.

That's what you want?

Talk to an attending?

Well, I have to sit through
the whole movie, ethics review board, miles of paperwork.

Then run it by Chandler.

I will.

We've been here three days.

That might not
seem like a long time, but Chandler's going to

wonder why Why are we not making these decisions ourselves?

Okay.

I'm with you.

Let Rosenthal know, too.

Look, I have to swing by admissions.

Get there early, get the pick of the good cases.

Smart.

I already grabbed the ruptured api and the ventral hernia.

While you're down there, lose this for me, okay?

Thanks.

I was there in 64 when he sent Liston to the campus.

Mr. Eberbach?

In those days, it was Cassius Clay, There was none of
this Muhammad Ali Baba business, you know what I'm saying?

Cliff Eberbach?

It's Eberbach, Eberbach, yeah, right here.

It says here that you're having trouble
managing your diabetes.

Well, do we have to tell the whole world?

Okay, right this way.

Cubicle 1.

Like I'm supposed to know which is cubicle 1?

Right here.

Every summer I say to myself, I'm gonna read more in peace.

So yesterday, I'm on my sailboat at Union Wharf, and
I finally crack open a brand new Signet Classic Edition.

Patient.

Next thing I know, I wake up, hours have passed,
and I'm starting to look like a boiled Maine lobster.

All that's missing is the drawn butter.

You sit out in the sun a lot?

Oh, I will.

Just bought a 30-foot Olsen.

It's beautiful.

You really should be careful, Mr. Bill.

I rode in the bike-a-thon across New England when I was 18.

By the time I finished, I looked 80.

You have a nice touch.

It hurts so good.

My advice is to stay out of the sun.

Spent all my time on the of the high seas
down below with the Bill's Pub.

Of course, it would be a lot safer if I
had medical assistants on board.

Would you like to join me?

I'll give you some of this cream to take along.

Oh, with your touch, you'd be great at
splicing the main brace.

You're very nice, Mr. Bill.

Mel, Mel.

She's married.

I'm sorry.

I didn't see her ring.

I know I'm married.

I know what it means to take a vow, make a promise.

So butt out, Wayne.

Jane.

Jackie.

Jackie.

Could you give me a hand here?

Joanne.

Jack was showing his physical therapy.

Christopher fell off the wheelchair ramp and hurt his arm.

My brother is such a dork.

I heard you call me a dork, you dork.

Come on.

It's true, you are a dork.

I know you are, but what am I?

A dork.

I know you are, but what am I?

You're a baby.

Caitlin.

Shut up.

Why are you wearing that stupid dress?

You're not stupid.

Not for that.

You're falling off a wheelchair ramp.

Shut up.

Sogutimia, No, thanks.

I just stopped by to glance over Mrs. Hovick's chart.

She got a mess.

Centomycin, 70 milligrams, chloramphenicol, 300 milligrams.

But unfortunately, it doesn't matter how
many antibiotics we pump into her, she's not responding.

She still feels a pain when we stick her
with needles or jump on her chest.

Do you have an easy way of keeping her alive?

No, but... It's t*rture.

When I was in med school, we'd talk about the quality
of life, and now that I'm actually confronted by it, I...

Am I keeping this woman alive for the sake of heroics?

You know, after all my years as a nurse,
I tell my kids, if I get termed or ill,

I don't want anyone using artificial means
to keep me alive.

You're absolutely right.

But after my brush with cancer, I've changed my mind.

I'm going out kicking and screaming.

But only if there's a chance the pain is going to end.

Mrs. Hovick will never get better.

We have to let her die in peace.

The next time she arrests, take your time responding.

Dr. Griffin, if you're asking me to no-code this
patient, you're going to have to speak with an attending.

Well, I've been looking all over for Dr.
Swales, and I can't find him.

If I get Dr. Chandler's okay, is that enough?

Certainly.

In the meantime, while you're waiting for Dr. Swales
to turn up, why don't you start with the paperwork?

Thanks for your help.

I mean this.

Oh, boy.

First year resident, so polite.

Only a good last.

How do you like Mr. Aberbeck, 3147?

Oh, in for diabetic evaluation of spleen.

Oh, yeah, he's a real charmer.

Nothing like Mrs. Blatcher in 3254, however.

Elliot, how's orthopedics rotation going?

Lousy.

Took me 20 minutes to dig up this bozo's x-rays.

John McEnroe, the tennis player?

I'm not sure, but...
Come to think of it, he was pretty a*usive over the phone.

Supposed to come by here later.

Well, we better serve these up.

All right, come on.

Be quiet, be quiet.

Don't yell, please.

People up here are trying to rest, okay?

Phillip Chandler, I'd like you to meet,
um, this is, uh, Caitlin McFadden,

Christopher McFadden, and
this is my, my wife, Joanne, and this guy you already know.

Congratulations.

You got quite a guy here.

Yeah, we've heard a lot about Jack's friends.

It's nice to finally put faces with names.

Uh, Dr. Craig, I'd like you to meet my family.

This is rounds, Morrison.

Not a tick-a-tape parade.

Boomer's new wolf, huh?

Heard the odometer's been turned back.

Is that your foreseen way of saying she's divorced?

So what?

Hey, personally, I would have gone after the daughter.

Ehrlich, shut up.

But first, present the next case.

Mr. Lucas, 67, admitted five days ago after
an abscess was located in the right middle lobe of his lung.

Um, we've scheduled surgery for later this afternoon.

Dr. Wade, and I will assist.

Fabulous.

Now shut up.

Good morning, Herr Lucas.

Hoffentlich, Herr Doktor, hoffentlich.

Wie geht es Ihnen heute?

Beethoven ist krank, Einstein
hat Kopfschmerzen, und ich, mir geht's auch schlecht.

Herr Lucas, would you translate for the others?

Oh, the doctor asks me, how am I doing?

And I said, Beethoven is sick, yes.

Einstein has a headache and I don't feel so good either.

Suppose this guy ever party with those
madcaps, the Waldheims?

I've always loved a joke that doesn't
break down in translation, Herr Lucas,

and it's inspiring to see that you haven't
lost your sense of humor.

Ich verstehe kein Wort.

I don't understand.

Oh, I guess most patients would have done
a Belgian waffle after hearing this is Dr.

Craig's first operation since cutting his hand.

Of the hand.

What?

Doctor, you told me nothing about the hand.

Alles gut.

English, please.

Maybe I can explain.

You've done enough.

Jawohl.

Herr Lucas, there's no reason for concern.

I'm the most qualified surgeon to do this job.

I give you my word.

See you upstairs.

Let's move on.

Room.

Oh, Dr. Craig, I'm sorry.

Oh, for heaven's sakes, Morrison, scram.

Blueprints of an athlete.

And yet, what really makes John McEnroe so
phenomenal can't be photographed.

How do you know these x-rays are really his?

Is there any question?

The only thing that's missing is the headband.

He probably got that hairline fracture during a Mac attack.

The U.S.

Open, Wimbledon, Davis Cup, he won them all.

Why would one of the world's greatest
tennis players come here to St. St.

Eligius, huh?

Stranger things have happened.

Like, remember the time Elizabeth Taylor
was rushed here after collapsing on stage?

No.

Well, then you have a good memory because
it didn't happen, but it could have.

My hand's about the same size.

This is ridiculous.

I mean, these x-rays belong to some plain,
ordinary guy named John McEnroe.

Then you won't mind if I'm the one that
gives them to whoever shows up.

Be my guest.

All right.

I'll get you an autograph.

Hey, are you sure that those are the real things?

You positive they're not McEnroe's negatives?

Well, look, I found it.

I'll get you the autograph.

I can't.

How long's she been in arrest?

A minute and a half at the most.

I waited for you to get here.

Ventricular tachycardia.

Heart rate's 120.

I'll call the code.

There's no code, remember?

Right pupil's pinpoint, unresponsive.

Left pupil's totally blown.

I didn't see Dr. Swell's approval on the chart.

BP's 40 and falling.

Dr. Griffin.

We had an agreement we wouldn't put I don't want to
put this woman through any more unnecessary pain.

I'm getting the crash cart.

Didn't you square this away?

I've heard a patient staying in VTAC five
minutes, sometimes longer.

Doing your best to hang on.

God, I wish this were over.

Give up the ghost, Mrs. Hulvik.

Should we have called a priest?

A rabbi.

In Menominee Falls, Wisconsin, we only had Lutherans.

What about you?

Non-denom.

Most of us in Westport never bought the program.

Program.

Ah, Connecticut.

Used to be lots of artists living down there.

Now it's just movie stars peddling salad dressing.

BP's 15.

You're going to haunt me, aren't you, Mrs. Ovick?

V-fib.

That's the pup.

Why are you just standing there?

Hasn't anybody called the code?

I thought you got his OK.

What are you talking about?

This is a full arrest.

Glidecane, 100 milligrams of IV.

Let's move it.

Come on.

V-fib, 300 watts.

A little slow on the uptake, Helen.

Helen?



Clear?

Comfortable hair, Lucas?

No misgivings about my operating?

Your word is your deed.

I'm sorry I doubted you.

Dankeschön.

Dr. Craig, about what I said earlier,
you've landed yourself back on the dark side of my moon.

Now get gloved and gowned and don't touch anything.

Anything.

The moron Ehrlich really whittles my stick.

For two years, I worked side
by side with him and not a smudge of common sense rubs off.

He's so happy in his own world.

Sometimes I wish I were more like Victor.

Oh, bite your tongue, Wade.

Never thought I'd see the day when I depended
more on a female surgical resident than anyone else.

Well, that's just typical.

You're riding along, everything's smooth.

Then you hit a bump in your personal life
and it really throws you.

But I'm like you, sir.

I don't let that affect my performance as a surgeon.

Once we walk through
that door, there's nothing on our minds but the patient.

Right, Dr. Craig?

Huh?

Yeah, I'm right.

I'm only charting time of death.

Dr. Griffin will come by later and fill out the rest.

Would you close the door on the way out?

Not that a faster response would have made any difference,
but why did it take so long to get the code started?

Yeah.

Explain, Seth.

Well, Dr. Birch and I arrived about a minute into the
arrest, and signals must have gotten mixed up with Rosenthal.

Look, we're new.

That's no excuse, but I was just
telling Susan earlier how I have to start taking charge.

Charge, and we're responsible for these patients now.

This won't happen again, Dr. Chandler.

Well, make sure you sign a death certificate.

And don't forget to turn it in.

You really are a piece of work.

Take a moral stand and then Chuck it when things get hot.

You have every reason to hate my guts.

I'm not talking about Mrs. Hovik.

As far as I'm concerned, she's out of her misery.

But you said you were going to follow procedure.

You lied to me.

I didn't get a chance to to clear the no
code, and I panicked.

Well, next time you decide to screw up,
don't suck me into it.

Although a simple procedure, this
operation requires the surgeons to move

quickly, like the von Kapp family fleeing from the Nazis.

You really are a clumperton.

A what?

A clumperton.

My feelings exactly.

For Pete's sake, he's as adept as a high
school girl in the backseat of a car.

He's removing less than a sixth of the lung.

However, the abscess cannot be allowed to burst.

Otherwise, Ehrlich, what happens?

Are the other lobes filled with abscess fluid, sir?

Correct.

Now that we're all on our toes, blade.

I'll get those bleeders, sir.

Cautery.

How do things get so out of control?

Hard to say where Mr. Lucas took a turn for the worse.

Rips, Brenna?

Robert said it didn't just happen overnight.

Of course not.

There are many contributing factors to his condition.

Age, nutrition, general physical health.

Health.

Besides, what does Robert know?

He's not a doctor.

But he's my husband.

We have to sit down and talk.

Wade, are you with me or not?

Sober up.

Now, who's a clumper, Tim?

From now on, let's pretend
we all went to the Marcel Marceau Medical School, hmm?

You just can't help yourself, can you?

Hey, slow down.

Chris, What do you want, Chris?

You want Dr. Westphall to sign your cast?

Sure.

I wish my friends back in Seattle could sign it.

Well, wait a minute, son.

Give Boston a chance.

It's a great town.

I grew up here.

Last year, my teacher read to us about the
Boston Tea Party.

Tomorrow, Jack's going to take us where it happens.

Yeah, and we're going to buy Chris one of those tricorns.

Yeah, those are kind of hatched with the three points.

When I go back to school
next year, I'm going to show Mrs. Gertz and all my friends.

Well, you remember we talked
about you're going to go to another school here next fall.

Oh, yeah, I forgot.

Do your school stop playing around?

Yeah, it's like back in Seattle.

My real dad won't be dropping me off every day.

Hey, hey, hey, come here, come here, come back here.

You can actually tell that these are John McEnroe's x-rays?

Of course, I'm a doctor.

What an experience
that would be, getting out there and whacking it with Mac.

I could introduce you when he arrives.

No, thank you, but I think not.

We must respect Mr. McEnroe's privacy,
as we would that of any other patient,

but when you talk to him,
see if you can find out how he hits that topspin backhand.

Yes, sir.

Joanne, would you, uh, would you like to dance?

I thought you'd never ask.

Would you watch him, sir?

He'd be a real devil.

You miss Seattle?

Nah.

I mean, how many times can you ride up and
down on a space needle with Digger?

Care.

Your dog?

No, a hunk.

But he's nothing compared to the guys in the East Coast.

They're much more sophisticated.

Yeah, well, the people back here have a
lot more culture and tradition.

And I bet they know a lot more about sex.

Pete!

Who admitted this patient?

Dr. Fiscus, blood pressure's 150 over 100.



Mr. Eberbeck checks in for a diabetic evaluation.

The next thing is having some kind of seizure.

His last Insulin shot was late this afternoon.

Could this be hypoglycemia?

Maybe.

My guess, heart.

He's tachycardic and diaphoretic.

This chart said he has a history of angina.

He started acting peculiar about 20 minutes ago.

Thought he was sitting in his car at the Amoco station.

Mr. Eberbeck, are you having any chest pain?

What was that?

What did you do?



Well, how do you know it's not a mild MI?

You heard what he said.

He's having chest pain.

All Mr. Eberbach said was something was
pushing on his chest.

You.

Well, let's get an angio.

I don't want to take any chances here.

Wait a minute.

Blood pressure's back down to normal.

h*m*, 120 over 70.

Sir, how are you feeling?

Hungry.

About time.

Somebody click on the tube, huh?

What just happened in there?

I looked around the room, noticed his dinner was late.

That, in addition to his delirium, and vital signs
indicated to me that his blood sugar had dropped too low.

So he went into shock.

Right.

Thanks.

You know, I appreciate it.

Lose the manners.

Excuse me?

You tried sandbagging me today in Mrs. Hovick's room.

Let me assure you, that only happens with us.

And one other thing.

Doctors know about medicine.

Nurses know about patients and how hospitals are run.

Cross me again and you'll get exactly what you asked for.

And believe me, you're not going to like that.

At.

Jack and I grew up together, neighbors.

We're always friends, but never romantic.

Across the street, there was an apple
orchard, and we used to go there and sit

in this one tree, pick apples and complain
about family and school.

Do you know David?

Jack's brother, policeman.

Yeah, well, he fixed us up when Jack was home last month.

I was working I was working as a paralegal
and David knew I was divorced.

Jack and I went on a couple
of times and then he brought me back to the apple orchard.

Well, no, actually now it is Rolling Hills condominiums.

But we stood in the lobby right next to
where our tree used to be and he proposed.

And I said no.

I suppose failure of my first marriage.

And the success of his.

Dr. Westphall, I knew Nina.

I was up against her once for Seafair
Princess at the Seattle Summer Festival.

I wasn't going to lose to her again.

Well, what changed your mind about marrying Jack?

Well, after he left to come back to
Boston, I realized I missed him.

I knew Nina, too.

She's a wonderful lady, and she'd want Jack to be happy.

Therapy.

Mr. McEnroe?

You're John Doe.

That's me, John McEnroe.

No, no, no, no.

You lived on our psych ward.

You spent months searching for your identity.

You know, I had a linesman like you at the open.

Never gave me a break.

Every shot was out.

Wake up, loser.

You must be blind.

That ball was in by a mile.

Dr. Bill!

Are those my x-rays?

Yes, sir.

Good.

Tatum, you know,
and Jack Mack, and Farron, and Ryan are waiting in the car.

Uh, Mr. McEnroe, uh, Dr. Auschlander's a
great big fan of yours.

I wonder if you mind if I introduce you.

Not at all.

Let's hop the net, huh?

So, uh, think you'll make it to Wimbledon this year?

I'll be there.

Because, you know,
there are some people that like John McEnroe, others...

Having isolated the pulmonary
vessel, I'll proceed to put a ligature around the artery.

Snap and tie.

What kind of a handoff was that?

Again, snap and tie.

Ehrlich, retract the upper and lower lobes.

Wade, help him.

Be sure not to disturb the access.

Need more light here, please?

What, are you asking her to dance?

Leave Emily Post in the scrub room.

That's good.

Hot as Hades in here.

Yeah.

Check the air conditioning.

Clamp?

Lobes are retracted.

Give me more exposure so I can get a clamp
on the distal artery.

I don't want to rupture the abscess.

I'm aware of that, not that.

There's the artery.

All right.

I'm having a little trouble.

The ligature.

Pressure.

Dr. Craig, I can reach the artery from this angle.

I can see the artery.

I mean, I know how this is done.

It's so simple.

I can't.

I can't do it.

You two will have to finish the operation.

Patient.

Where's Ehrlich?

He's staying with Mr. Lucas during post-op.

Probably having more laughs than we are.

This is supposed to be a happy occasion.

This blowout's had a blowout.

Well, that's because you people have no
sense of celebration.

Jack, I never bought you a wedding present.

Oh, hey, that's okay.

No, I want to find something that brings
your family together.

Have a good marriage, Boomer.

Thanks.

Excuse me.

I would like for all of us to take
a moment, raise our glasses, and wish the Morrisons well.

Perhaps the poet Rainer Maria Rilke put it
best when he said, a good marriage is one

in which each appoints the other guardian of his solitude.

Institute.

But what did Reiner Maria Rilke know?

Mark, what the hell happened?

You said you could handle this operation.

My hand cracked.

Yes, I heard that.

What I want to know is why would you put
your ego before this patient's life?

Mr. Lucas was never in any danger.

If I didn't think I was ready
to perform this operation, I would never have given my word.

You're rushing yourself, Mark.

You can't go on operating.

Writing.

Then what do I do?

Run your department, teach.

Well, what do you think I've been doing
these past weeks since the accident?

I'm not at this hospital
to become a regular at the Tuesday afternoon lecture series.

I'm more vital than that.

Of course you are.

I instruct by doing.

And if you weren't so busy solving everybody's
problems, you'd remember what it was like to be a doctor.

Mark, we've known each other since internship.

And I'm aware of what you'd be giving up.

And I wouldn't ask you if I didn't think
the time was right.

I used to be a whiz at valve
replacements, bypass grafts, microvascular reconstructions.

I could roll a quarter down my fingers.

Now I can barely tie my shoes.

Mark, no one doubts your contribution to
St. Eligius, but for the time being, give yourself a rest.

I'm going to get some rain to cool off.

Can I give you a lift?

No, my son's coming to pick me up.

Excellent call, Mr. Eberbach.

Every July, I watch new residents breaking
their backs trying to become good doctors,

but there are always one or two like you
who decide they want things their own way.

Not like that.

Yes, you are, and you're very good at it, too.

Let me tell you something.

Someday, your slick reputation is going to
hit the wards and eventually get around to

Dr. Westphall, who'll come see me because
he trusts my judgment.

And that's when payback begins, Dr. Griffin.

When I was seven years old, my mother
developed rheumatoid arthritis.

And I remember at the hospital hanging on the steel bed
rail, watching her lying there, all twisted like a pretzel.

And all I kept wondering was, why don't you fight, Mom?

And after she died, I just decided that there must come a
time in everybody's life when you have to give up, surrender.

You were right.

We've got to go out kicking and screaming.

That's me.

Look, Nurse Rosenthal, you and I,
we got off on the wrong foot.

And, uh, can we start again?

It would be a nice way to end the day.

See you tomorrow, Dr. Griffin.

How's he doing?

Oh!

He, um, uh...
I lost 400 cc's of blood, but vitals are stable.

You were great in surgery today,
I mean, considering this hand and all.

Today was just a glitch.

Check the hematocrit in another hour.

Okay.

Um, sir, I want you to know the
opportunity to learn from you,

you're the reason I turned down surgical
residency at Boston General.

Well, we all have to live with our mistakes, Erlich.



You and Wade should know by now,
control of hemostasis is essential.

Maybe the next time you operate,
you'll remember to tug a little harder on those sutures.

You know, DA, of all the DRs at Sandy, you are the RX.

I mean, here you are, taking time out
after a busy day, and with liver cancer,

you don't have many days left, busy or otherwise.

Your turn.

I mean, don't get me wrong,
I mean, Dr. Weiss is nice, but he has to be, you know.

To him, I'm a patient, but to you, I'm a friend.

Not just another case study of someone
who's lost his identity.

You're a pip shot.

So's Gladys Knight.

The dice, they're showing seven pips, you only move six.

Oh, hey, let's find ourselves a court, huh?

Concrete, grass, Clay, doesn't matter.

McEnroe.

Agressive.

Self-confident.

Rich.

Rich.

Rich.

He sees a shot, he takes it.

Doesn't have a shot, he takes it.

Comes out a winner every time.

You're not McEnroe.

Come on now, let's stop the charades.

Oh, charades.

I'll go first.

Ready?

No, no, no, John.

It's time to call the spade a spade.

Cards.

How about casino?

I'll ask the nurse for a deck.

You've got to stop playing the game.

The game of life.

Life, life.

I've played that game, the Milton Bradley.

I mean, you can butcher with your college
if you want a lot of knowledge,

or you can start up your own business if
you think you're going far.

I want to be a star!

I.

Was just back to being John Doe number six again.

When Lucinda and Ramsey came for
me, I wanted to make believe I was part of their family.

It was fun being Thomas Farrar, corporate genius.

But that's not who I am.

I'm not Mary Richards or or William
Shakespeare or Dr. Jonas Wisner.

John, we all spend our days trying to find out who we are.

It's very much like a game, based on
percentages requiring strategies,

persistence, and even some luck.

Now it's your turn.

You can be whoever you are, but you can't be somebody else.

You know, it's like I've never left this place.

It's all A-OK.

I'm home.

But now?

No, no, I'm home bored.

Backgammon.

I win.

Pay up.

It's so nice of Queen to give us a party.

The kids loved it.

Your friends really care about you.

Dr. Westphall.

Oh, he's been good to me.

Especially when I'm Nina died?

No.

Jack, even though I changed my mind about marrying you,
I still haven't overcome my fears of filling Nina's void.

Just being in this room makes me... Well, move.

No.

Yeah.

No, no, no.

A new address won't take away my doubts.

I lived with Nina for a long time.

I lived without her for.

I didn't marry you because I want you to
fill some job description.

I'm expecting you to dress the way she did or
even laugh the way she did or make lasagne the way she did.

No, wait a minute.

Nina and I cooked together for the
church's potluck suppers.

Nina made lousy lasagne.

No.

What about if I teach you how to cook?

We had to play tennis this weekend.

I'll never get to sleep on that couch.

Well, don't get too comfortable here.

Can't I just stay for a little while?

Come off with your sneakers.

Jack?

Huh?

I was thinking about school.

Can you walk me the first day?

Every day every day if you want good take
them jeez I'm sorry I'm living along with

mom and Chris I just got used to walking in I heard.

What happened just because he lost
his temper and punched a picture his His career is over.

You should have seen Craig's face in the
OR the moment he realized he couldn't finish the operation.

I was talking about you and Robert.

I know the feeling.

My first girlfriend, Kathy Cobb,
she jumped off the teeter-totter when I

was up, and I hit the ground and caught
myself right where it counts.

Would it make you feel any better if I
said I think Robert's a jerk?

Probably not.

I don't need to find I'm stupid enough to
stay married to a jerk for 11 years.

But thanks, Wayne.

I've been sitting here for two hours afraid to go home
because my husband won't be there.

Robert and I started dating when we were 17.

I haven't been without him since.

The longest I was ever with someone was a year.

It was Debbie Deckleaver.

One complete romp through the four seasons
and then off to boot camp.

You never enlisted.

No, Debbie did, the Air Force.

Well, maybe I'll sleep here tonight.

I'm beat.

It's funny.

Feels like Lewiston High, Winter Carnival, my senior year.

The one time Robert and I broke up,
I'm standing there in the hallway,

alone, with no friends.

Only difference is, Robert and I aren't
getting back together this time.

For seven years, I've been putting so much
into my own career.

Jackie.

Jackie.

I thought my marriage would last forever.

That's how long I had it scheduled for.

Jackie, you're naked.

Huh?

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

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