05x22 - Slip Sliding Away

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Throw that and you're grouned til your sweat sixteenth.

You never take me seriously.

Mark did you spend the night in here?

Oh, well, Barbra was fussy.

Every time I tried to put it down she cried.

So we camped out.

You should have brought her in with us.

I don't want her to get used to sleeping in our bed.

Best way to break bad habits is not to start them.

You didn't read dr Spock when Stephen was a baby.

Yeah well I've changed my position on the good
doctor he knows his strained carrots.

Speaking of changing, come on, Princess.

Baskin's joining us for breakfast?

Robin went out early.

He's looking for work.

Good.

I'm getting tickets for Disney on Ice from Donald.

Duck?

Westphall.

Got a friend who works at the garden.

Just the three of us, huh, Princess?

You, me, and the duck.

Doesn't that sound like Donald the duck, hum?

We're gonna see Mickey and Minnie and Snow
White and the Seven Dwarfs, grumpy and

sleepy and grouchy and nauseous and febrile, hum.

Item four, Sue Levine, the hammer toes in
the orthopedics ward, discharged herself.

She was last seen at 3 A.M.

walking out of the ER on her hands.

Oh, and, uh, speaking of hands,
some of us have decided to supplement our

incomes by lending a helping one to male
patients' desires of sexual release.

This cannot be condoned.

And as long as we're on the subject,
tell us about your honeymoon.

All right.

Once and for all, Victor Ehrlich and I did
not get secretly married on a recent

vacation, nor were we in Mexico as per the
grapevine we were in Puerto Rico.

I couldn't tell you what the weather was
like, but the salsa was muy picante.

Come on, girls.

We still have patients to attend to.

Thank you, Helen.

What would I do without you?

Our new health maintenance organization boss, Magna
Fujiyama, wants everybody to fill out a professional profile.

Don't ask me why.

Oh, and next, high colonics
are to be administered therapeutically, not out of malice.

Give them only when they need them.

And last but not least, the Flatfoots are
still sniffing around for that so-called

mercy k*ller, so they want us to keep our guard up.

All right?

Let's go, g*ng.

Oh, and hey, remember, let's be caring out there.

All I want to do is keep the disruption to
a minimum, you understand?

With the new owners
taking over, we're under a hell of a lot of pressure here.

So am I.

To wrap up this investigation.

Medication.

Police make me nervous.

Yeah.

Just like in Vietnam, men with g*ns everywhere.

It's a frightening way to live.

People have to learn to protect themselves.

Cops aren't always going to be there when you need them.

Any new threats from Nick Motz?

Not since he called me here.

Doesn't mean it's over yet.

After Westphall rounds with Axelrod again,
it's going to be a sea cruise.

I know what you mean, but we got him in trouble last time.

Carol, he admitted the bad call was his fault.

Face it, some people are just born to be mud rugs.

Morning.

Morning.

Morning.

Let's start with... Mrs. Rosen, windshield facial.

No smart guy.

Mr. Franklin, 3223, emphysema.

What are you waiting for?

What do you mean for?

Let's move it!

Dr. Lewis Wittler, pediatrics.

Dr. Lewis Wittler, pediatrics.

B.W., look like you've been slam dunked.

Oh man, I drew graveyard and I'm whipped.

I see you're a P.A.

today.

P.I.

What?

Private investigator.

I'm gonna find the mercy k*ller.

Well, Shirley Daniels did it.

She gave some old lady a shot in the heart.

Heart.

Hey, I see they make tennis rackets for shrimp olas.

The second m*rder was committed after they
sent Shirley back to prison.

According to the autopsy, the k*ller used
potassium chloride, instantly paralyzing

the heart muscle, the same drug Dr. Craig
uses during bypass surgery.

Wait a minute, you're accusing Dr. Craig?

Could be anyone with access to a pharmacy locker.

And I'm gonna find out who.

Okay, I'm done.

Hold still, hold still.

Hurry up, Victor.

Victor, it's my turn.

Tie me off.

I always remember our wedding day started
with a romantic blood test.

When these results come back from the lab,
I'll go buy the marriage license.

Ow!

After tonight's dirty deed is
done, and we're officially espoused, then we'll go public.

Oh, I can't wait.

Me neither.

Oh, I'm going to be late for OR.

Oh.

Oh, come on now.

Oh, Victor, you're the greatest.

This attention's giving me a swell head.

Phil, you got an extra blast of Desinex?

Or buy your own?

Testy.

You know, I'm wondering what I should get Lucy and Ehrlich.

It's a toss-up between a juicer or a lava lamp.

Well, Victor already has a lava lamp.

Besides, I don't think the two of them have tied the knot.

I do.

Well, why would Victor belly up again
after his 16-day wonder with Roberta?

Well, you know what they say about second marriages.

The triumph of optimism over experience.

Oh, all this relationship talk is making me hivy.

Gotta go.

See ya.

Roxanne, I thought we had some hurry-up surgery.

We do.

I'll meet you there in a few, okay?

Gonna be late for rounds.

Chandler, how have you been?

Okay.

I've missed you lately.

What's going on?

Well, I'm all keyed up.

I'm about to try something.

I had a 23-week pregnancy.

The ultrasound shows that the bladder's not filling, so
the urine's backed up to the kidneys.

Baby's dying.

The only chance for survival is fetal surgery.

Surgery.

Out of the womb?

The parents want the baby badly.

It's a rare procedure.

I mean, I haven't been a lot of successes.

I know.

I got pre-op jitters.

Yeah, and you came to me for a pep talk,
rah-rah, go Roxanne.

Forget it.

Just because we're not living together,
you can't give me some support when I need some?

Roxanne, you told
me you love me, but you can't make a commitment, okay?

Can't make a commitment, but you want me
to be here for you.

It doesn't work that way.

Oh, Mr. Flock, you won't let go.

If I ever get that bad, I hope someone
remembers to turn off the machines.

Well, at least he's DNR, so we won't have to code him.

Nurse.

Yes, Miss Lazarus.

Why is my brother being made to feed himself?

We should go outside.

And where are you going?

I'll be right back.

Thomas is still very feeble from his
gallbladder surgery last Thursey.

Yes, but your brother is perfectly capable
of feeding himself.

It's your job and your duty.

Mr. Lazarus should be encouraged to play a
vital role in his own recovery.

All last week, nurses shirked their obligation.

Well, fine.

I shall employ a private nursing agency to
come in and look after Thomas.

Let her hire a practical nurse.

We need the extra help.

She's overprotecting him.

If she doesn't let him, he's not going to get better.

What are you, his guardian angel?

Drop it, Helen.

Julia, you doing okay?

I think so.

How about you?

I'm ready to do what you do.

Remember, leave my womb a little neater than you found it.

I was a girl scout.

I'll see you inside.

Hey,

glad you two could make it.

Thanks for springing us from our rotations.

Patients.

You two are rock steady.

I didn't want any butterfingers.

Fetal surgery.

Read about it in Gemma.

This is the game plan.

We lift the fetus out of the womb,
we expose the kidneys to relieve the

pressure, and we sew the fetus back into the womb.

Three months from now,
at full term, the mother returns, we deliver by cesarean.

Any questions?

In and out.

That's what fetal surgery is all about.

Who's the anesthesiologist?

Dr. Morgan.

She's iffy.

I better go look over her shoulder and
talk Cynthia through Twilight.

I'll come back and scrub up after.

What's all the mystery?

Why wasn't this operation operation posted.

Got me.

Sure is exciting, though.

Thrills and chills.

Your malpractice has paid off.

Mr. Ferrara, 85% occlusion, arteries like
cannoli, up his medication to 75 mg.

Morning.

Say, did you speak to your friend?

Tickets, remember?

Disney on ice.

Barbers all revved up.

Oh, I must be getting goofy, Mark.

I completely forgot about it.

I'll call it.

What's the latest from the HMO?

Oh, relax, Donald.

Don't get your boxes in a knot.

Magna Fugiana has promised to
announce their plans for St. Eligius by the end of the day.

Mark?

Gene.

Uh, Donald Westphall, do you remember Gene Galecki?

Sure do.

Yvonne Galecki.

Stevens.

My daughter-in-law.

Mark didn't tell me you were back on your feet.

I didn't know.

Fonny, you recognize Dr. Craig?

I'm sorry.

Sorry any new rumors about what the HMO
plans to do with St. Eligius?

Magnify somebody let's just say k*lling
their VP of medical facilities wasn't

exactly body politic let me just give
Auschlander the heave-h* well thanks to

them the hospital credit union suddenly
wants me to pay off all my loans rooms.

Oh, you got the moolah?

No, but since Robert served notice he
wants half my future earnings,

he can have half my debts, too.

Well, that's the fare on a streetcar named divorce.

Should have thought of that before you
just said I do to Lucy.

I'll be happy to accept your wedding
present, but we are not married.

Hard to.

Am not.

Hard to.

Am not.

Folks, let's keep the chit-chat down to a minimum.

We got a delicate operation ahead of us.

Well, pulling a kid out of mom during the wash cycle and
stuffing it back into the final rinse, brand new territory.

And we are back.

Out to enter it.

So I need everyone's full attention.

I'm not.

R2.

That's number three.

Other terminal patient euthanized.

Found a syringe beside the bed.

Potassium chloride.

Detective Zito, can I talk to you?

Wayne, what the hell is going on here?

Mercy k*ller hit the trifecta.

No, no, no.

I mean this.

This letter from HMO about our health plan.

I got that notice.

More junk mail.

Tossed it without reading.

Yeah, well, you better go through the of
trash, and redefined claims.

First the credit union, now
Magnum Fujiyama is trying to cancel our medical coverage.

See, after examining all the
facts, I think I have a pretty good idea who the k*ller is.

Yeah?

Nurse, access to the meds, on duty at
the time of all the murders, chronic drug problem recently.

I think it's Julie McPhail.

So do half the people who work with her,
only she's not the one.

See, the woman we just took away was k*lled at 1030.

One of my men checked out McPhail's whereabouts.

She was doing an EKG on on some patient two floors away.

You sure?

She turned in the readout strip from the EKG.

Which has the time of the test printed on it.



Couldn't be in both places at once.

Dr. Arcus, OR2.

Dr. Donna Arcus, OR2.

All right, Mr. Lazarus.

NPR X-ray.

Don't want to.

Oh, come on.

Don't you want to get out of this room,
take a spin around the halls?

Come on.

Help me.

Work with me.

Oh, I can't.

What's this?

It's a transcutaneous electrical nerve stimulator.

Care.

It's a non-narcotic way to control post-op pain.

Okay.

Well, it's a new gizmo since I was full-time in a hospital.

I'll have your dentures cleaned and ready
for you, Mr. Lazarus.

I'm the new LPN his sister hired.

Looks about over for him.

People like that are my bread and butter.

The longer they hold on, the more work for me.

Mr. Lazarus can clean his own dentures.

His sister was pretty specific.

Grooming, nursing, feeding, massage.

Turtles, my favorite.

You have an obligation to help your patients.

Oh, please.

I finally got out of the full-time angel of mercy
racket because I finally saw through all the bull.

Overworked, underpaid, and barely recognized.

Doctors treat you like crap.

Patients treat you even worse.

The more you care, the less it matters.

Nursing, a glamorous profession.

Profession.

Thank you.

John Risch is our top neurologist.

I want him to give a thorough assessment
of Yvonne's condition.

Well, Yvonne's been making slow but steady
progress since she came out of the coma.

We've been working with her, exercising her muscles, made
real good progress this last month.

She doesn't remember some.

Me and her mom had to tell her about Stephen and her and the
accident, what happened and all.

Hospital.

Where is my baby?

With Ellen, Stephen's mother.

I have to see another doctor, Bonnie.

When can I see my baby?

Hey, it's your job to gain the patient's trust.

If he lied to you, you'd probably show no
credibility in your approach.

Griffin.

Griffin, Mrs. Bruni, repeat blood test
showed abnormal LFTs.

She also has ulcerative colitis.

We performed a liver biopsy.

Schedule her for a barium.

You'll probably fit her in early tomorrow.

I'd hope to arrange that on an outpatient basis.

I plan to send her home.

She's got the bridge club coming over.

Mrs. Bruni just had a liver biopsy.

She's supposed to lay flat on her back for
at least eight hours.

Not to mention which I'm in charge of this team here.

Low levels like you do not make major
therapeutic decisions.

Patients without my approval.

We've got 42 patients.

There's not enough time for non-critical testing.

If you were smarter and more organized,
you'd find the time.

It's always the dumb kids who are
overworked, isn't it, Novino?

Sorry.

Ought to be.

Wrong diagnosis, bad judgment.

You two really stink.

All right, come on.

One more.

One more.

One more.

Come on.

Push.

Pop a vein.

There we go.

That's power lifting.

I thought you were supposed to be beat.

Dr. Morrison needed a spotter.

How's your m*rder investigation?

What do you got to do with it?

He's the house d*ck.

Now that McPhail is in the clear,
I know who the k*ller has to be.

Got motive, opportunity.

Who?

V.J.

Colchard, anesthesiologist.

Access to every drug ever invented.

Plus, he believes in reincarnation.

Maybe he wanted to give the terminal
patients a head start on their next life.

Listen, how do we know it's not you?

You.

Cause I'd have started by k*lling big dumb orderlies.

Page Dr. Markle three times about the pancreatitis in 3401.

Never comes in.

A jerk practices medicine by phone.

Oh, Julie, Mrs. Bunnell's grandchildren are coming over.

Would you make sure she's presentable?

How do I do that?

Personality transplant?

Oh, Paulette.

Paulette, I've been trying to reach you all day.

Mr. Lazarus, This is to call me this morning.

Angry woman.

Yes, now she's hired a caregiver and
neither of them will listen to me.

The hospital is changing hands.

I have a poor surgical schedule
plus my responsibility as director of medical education.

I cannot take part in the troubles of the ward.

Yes, but Mr. Lazarus should be further along.

In my opinion, this patient is doing fine medically.

That's all we need to know.

Through the abdominal wall, just about
into the and the onyx sac.

Barely filled.

The fetus isn't putting out urine at all.

If this little fella doesn't mind us
interrupting his siesta.

Let's turn down the beat.

Even though the baby's a master file
through the mother's system, we want to

make our presence felt as little as possible.

I wonder if the kid will have any memory of this.

We're in.

Jackie, pull back on the tractor.

Victor, hang close for the handoff.

How much pressure do I use?

Just enough.

Snug.

We'll leave the upper half of the baby inside the mother.

Contact with the air can damage the umbilical cord.

Everybody ready?

All set.

Okay.

Here we go.

I have to uncoil the legs.

Amazing.

I'll say.

They just showed up?

No telephone call?

Nothing?

Ellen, I'm as surprised as you.

Come on.

Well, is Yvonne really all right?

Rish is running tests right now.

She seems sluggish at times, but
otherwise... Mark, driving here,

I just kept wondering what my life would
be like without this little girl.

When we brought Barbara home,
you and I discussed what would happen if Yvonne got better.

Oh, it's that easy for you?

Ellen, that's not fair.

I won't give Barbara up.

Where don't we take a little walk?

Well, it seems a long time ago you and me
watching over Bonnie after the accident.

They're lying there all banged up.

See, this fellow's top notch.

One of the finest in Boston.

Good.

What do you want the best for my girl?

We all want the best for our children and grandchildren.

And children.

Now, Vonnie's come too far to have her slip back now.

Gene, she's made remarkable progress, but your
daughter may always have certain shortcomings, limitations.

You don't sound like you did back at the Jeeva.

When I lost hope, you encouraged me.

You made me believe that Vonnie would come
out of that coma.

Yes, I know, but over a year?

I mean, that length of time could affect
the completeness of her recovery.

Do you think she's ready to care for Barbara?

Number.

He and me will be there to help her.

And when my girl sees her own
little one, that'll give her something more to fight for.

And when is Mrs. Craig bringing the baby around?

Donald, help, give me a hand.

Helen?

Who are these people?

Psychiatrists.

Someone left the stairwell door open.

Oh, great.

Come on.

All right.

Can you guys get out?

Care about Santa, they're all over the building.

The inmates run the asylum.

That's exactly the way I feel.

This whole place is topsy-turvy.

Everything from doors left unlocked to
patients being m*rder*d.

I don't know.

I look around, nobody seems to care
anymore, including the nursing staff.

It's like they've forgotten why we're here.

They're just punching in and punching out.

When I was growing up in this
neighborhood, this hospital was full of friends, families.

We came to know everybody that was walking
through that door.

Now we have of HMO, and that's treating all of
us, doctors, patients, nurses, everybody like commodities.

When I was in charge here, I had everybody
moving in a positive direction,

unity, autonomy, dedication.

I don't know, Donald, maybe it's me,
fighting to make my life mean something,

put purpose back in my work.

Well, you were a pretty good head nurse, you know.

Well, maybe you should try to get your job back.

The incision I'm making in the fetus's flank will
allow access to the kidneys and urine collecting system.

I'm going to insert a stent,
which will allow urine to empty into the amniotic sac.

Not whizzing for four months.

I can barely make it through a large iced tea.

Cottery?

No, I've done anything so delicate.

How soon after birth can the blockage be
permanently repaired?

Right away.

Even though we're able to perform this
procedure, most defects are best treated postpartum.

Uh-oh, umbilical cord's sneaking out.

I need more moist lap pads.

Mine is finished.

Saline.

The saline will provide some amniotic
fluid until the baby can make its own.

Jackie, pull back on the retractor.

Toss in a rattle while the door's open.

Come here, baby.

Okay.

We've operated on a child that's not even born yet.

Given a chance at life when there wasn't one before.

Andy's living out man's greatest
obsession, going back to the womb.

Sleep tight.

I'm so relieved you're not married.

Why?

I mean, suppose we were.

What's so bad about Victor?

He's okay.

You two are so much alike.

I always thought marriage partners could
complement each other.

Bring out the best, soften the worst.

You and Victor are like brother and sister.

So we're both blonde.

And abrasive.

Loud and aggressive.

Kevin is worried about me walking home alone at night.

He offered to buy me a stun g*n.

The weapon is no larger than a pack of
cigarettes, 45,000 volts.

Well, I don't blame your husband for
wanting you to carry something.

And something.

Protect yourself against the muggers and sickos.

I want something with a little more fire power.

You were wrong about McPhail.

You were wrong about V.J.

Kolchai.

How did I know he's been out with Ganges' gastritis?

So what makes you think you're right this time?

He's gotta be the one.

The on-call schedule jives with all the murders.

Found one of the bodies.

That still doesn't... And he was gonna
shake you no cold a few months ago.

Griffin's the one, I'm telling you.

Can Magna Fujiyama really cancel our health insurance?

No, of course not.

They also said custard would never lose his hair.

Speaking of which, there's a curly in yours.

A friend of mine was working in a hospital in Pittsburgh.

The place was bought by HMO.

They closed it down for six months to remodel.

Cost him an extra year of residency.

Might not be such a bad idea in Elliot's
case, take him down a peg.

See you later.

Dr. Carey, cardiology.

Dr. George Carey, cardiology.

Carol, may I assume you're sitting
here because you got Mr. Petsky's CBC back from the lab?

I thought I'd wait till after lunch.

And what if by then the patient makes Mrs. Petsky a widow?

The man's in for internal hemorrhoids.

Stranger things have happened.

So, Elliot, what's happened to you?

You.

Your ego's gotten as big as your bathtub ring.

Did you check Mrs. Garroway after rounds?

Then I guess you don't have time to sit
around making smart comments, do you?

Why'd you k*ll those patients, Dr. Griffin?

Somebody ring your bell, Hawkins?

Find a motive, got you nailed.

You're the mercy k*ller.

Outta my way.

Wait a minute.

Wasn't your mother sick for a long time
before she passed away?

I've never liked you, Hawkins.

Patients.

Yeah, well, I do.

You mess with him, you gotta deal with me.

Just ask Wade where I was when the first victim got popped.

We're a little puzzled why you didn't
clear the fatal surgery for Cynthia Adler.

I wasn't aware I needed anyone's blessings.

Is that why you didn't post the operation
on on the surgical board.

I was trying to avoid looking loose.

Yeah, and you pulled Ehrlich and Wade from
their regular rotation?

I'm the OB department head.

That doesn't give you carte blanche.

Roxanne, you know it's a risky procedure at best.

It's almost experimental.

Now, I think Paulette, myself, Mark
Craig, someone should have been apprised of the situation.

If I had, you wouldn't have let me do the procedure.

That's the reason for the secrecy.

I kept it a secret because I didn't want the interference.

The endless meetings, the bureaus, I wanted to
make a decision, do the operation, and take responsibility.

I'm sick and tired of all the
second-guessing, red tape, so just let me

run my department the
way I see fit, or you can find yourself another yes woman.

Mr. Lazarus, did you see anyone in here with this patient?

No.

Machines just kept going.

It's just moving up and down.

I wouldn't let him stop breathing.

Is your private nurse still at dinner?

I'm tired.

I know you are.

I don't want my life to end like his, just running out.

I used to be a high school teacher.

Then I got ill.

They took me out of the classroom and cut me down.

I'm done.

Nothing.

You can't give up just because someone says you're too old.

You've been ill.

You've got to work very hard to get your strength back.

Medicine can do just so much.

I'll help you.

Lucy and I are just good friends.

We get along.

That would have changed if you'd gotten married.

I don't know.

Might have lasted.

Let's be realistic.

We both have seen the downside of betrothal.

Yeah.

We've had a peek at the upside, too.

Some of us peeked too early.

It's time to get Cynthia downstairs.

I think you did the right thing.

Stay single and stay together.

Hi, how are you?

Hi.

My stomach, it hurts.

Terrible.

Victor, she's had two contractions seven minutes apart.

Looks like she ruptured membranes, lost amniotic fluid.

Get Turner back up here, Stat.

Just hang on.

No.

Oh, it's too early.

Ellen?

Ellen!

Mark, hush.

Barbara's still down for a n-Wake her up.

Excuse me get out of the way what happened?

Lost needle heart tones, trying to locate
with ultrasound I'll do it one over five

over eight pulses still having
contractions, last one was seven minutes

ago I've already upped your magnesium
sulfate feels like I should push don't

breathe, just breathe there's a heartbeat
call upstairs, tell them to prep an OR, stand stand.

Oh, God, please don't let this happen.

Cindy, I'm going to have to take you back to surgery.

No, my baby, don't.

Hello, and I see you with a little bit of C-section.

Roxanne, the fetus isn't viable.

I just can't stand here.

What's happening?

I know what I'm telling you.

No.

Cindy, I did everything that I could.

I'm losing my baby.

I did.

I tried.

I thought I could do it.

No.

No.

No.

Have you seen Mrs. Cardona's chart?

Business or pleasure?

While Dr. Auschlander's
out of town, I'm keeping a daily record of all his patients.

What is this?

Why, that's a treasure map.

What does it look like?

An EKG.

But Mrs. Cardona's not in for a heart problem.

So we won't charge her.

And she doesn't have a pacemaker either.

Center.

See this blip here?

That's a paste beat.

Goodie.

But I don't have time for PAs are people too.

Hey Elliot.

Yeah.

Remember Mrs. Bruni?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I overheard her say that she was going to
speak to Donny boy about you.

Great.

I could use some help getting back into
Westphall's good graces.

This is a complaint.

What?

What did I ever do to her?

Nothing.

She felt you were too hard on Griffin and Novino.

I'm just trying to show that I could be a
leader and not a squeaky toy.

You're works for Dr. Craig.

You want to be like Dr. Craig?

Well, no, except for sleeping with Mrs. Craig.

Look, Elliot, it's okay to beat
up on the first years, but you gotta know when to let up.

Look how he treated you.

Yeah, like garbage.

And see what a bad doctor you are?

Mark, how could you bring them here?

Ellen, I had to.

We could get a court order.

Ellen, Yvonne is Barbara's mother.

We're the grandparents.

We'll have a chance to see her.

Bring her back here to visit Barbara.

She's beautiful she.

Has Stephen's hands she's.

In custody let's line up counsel to be
present for questioning why.

Why why what?

Why'd you do it?

I didn't.

What about the EKG you turned in?

Just proves I was somewhere else when the woman died.

Actually, it puts you right in her room.

Mrs. Cardona's EKG shows a pacemaker.

Mrs. Cardona doesn't have a pacemaker.

But, the woman who died did.

So you took a reading from her to show
time, injected the potassium chloride and k*lled her.

Then you ran a of two floors, put Mrs. Cardona's name on a
strip and gave it to the floor nurse to establish an alibi.

Smart.

But so what?

I just want to know why you did it.

I didn't.

But I approve.

People should be allowed to die with
grace, with dignity, without pain.

The end of a happy full life shouldn't be senility.

A coma.

A family's life savings shouldn't be wiped
out because the doctor decides to keep

some patient alive on an expensive machine.

I do not believe in life at any price.

Some things are worse than death.

Let's go.

Yep.

Dr. Westphall, you wanted to see me?

No.

What I mean is you You will want to see me
after you get the complaint.

Elliot, don't do this to me now.

Dr. Westphall, my entire life,
my father beat me up verbally.

And I hated him for it.

And what do I do when I'm boss?

I act just like him.

I realize that, you know, he was probably treating
me that way because he was insecure just like me.

But I've learned my lesson.

It won't happen again.

I'm glad to hear that, Elliot.

But right now, I swear to you, I don't care a bit.

Something's happened, you see.

Dr. Westphall, do you want to share?

You'll find out soon enough.

Yes, sir.

Lucy, we have to talk.

Okay.

You've lost control.

You don't know your staff.

We've become handmaidens for doctors again.

I'm going to become head nurse if it's the last thing I do.

You're right.

You're so right.

You can have your old job back.

I can.

Mm-hmm.

Just don't get too attached, though.

You have only one week to save the world.

I don't understand.

Well, I got my pink slip.

Here's yours.

The HMO is fired as all.

The rain's a-pours, huh?

What a pitiful thing, Chandler.

Well, you had to try it.

Baby would have died anyway.

I should have saved him.

I thought that I could.

Look, it'll.

Be okay.

I'm thinking of taking some time off and just getting away.

I got some vacation time coming up.

I'm not talking about a vacation.

I'm talking about leaving medicine.

Look, you had a setback.

Listen to me.

Time is slipping away.

I just want to put on the brakes a little.

Do something else with the second half of my life.

I don't know what.

Run for Congress.

Sell drugs.

Go to a matinee.

Just cool out.

Refresh my spirit.

And the school, the hard
work, residency, you're willing to throw all of that away?

I don't have to be a doctor to be happy.

I haven't heard you mention us in your
list of things to think about.

You still have to prove yourself.

If you go away with meat and nowhere,
you'll end up hating me for it.

Yeah, the Magna Fujiyama people said they were
going to tell us their plans by the end of the day.

I just got word they're closing the hospital.

And it just hit me.

This is the end of a relationship that's
been going on since I was six years old.

I was here when those doors were first opened.

And I remember clear as a bell there was a fellow was hurt.

They had him in the back of a truck.

And the men picked him up and they were carrying him in.

I opened the doors for him.

His blood was all over the floor right here.

I never dreamt you would close those doors.

Buy you a drink?

Sure.

I'd like to hear more about the stories of the hospital.

I'll take the drink, but let's talk about anything else.

Got it.

Dr. Westphall?

Yeah.

You're nipping my career in the bud.

I had nothing to do with it, Fiscus.

We all got one, all right?

What am I going to do?

Come and have a pop with us.

I'll lose a job, gain a spouse.

House.

Pretty soon we'll be together forever.

Oh, do you have the license?

Right here, Mr. Pocket.

Do you remember to phone the justice of the peace?

Check.

Well.

Yeah.

Just a matter of minutes.

We'll be married.

Forever.

And ever.

We're not going to go through with it.

No way.

No.

Not with us both out of a job.

I don't know where I'll end up.

Maybe another city.

I need a night alone.

Alone, think about things.

Me too.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow.

Right.

Right.

Night.

Well,

at least you solved the murders.

Yeah, and eight of them will k*ll my career.

It's quiet.

Diet.

Yeah, well, for once, Baskin isn't banging
around in the kitchen.

That man eats at the oddest hours.

This is all my fault, Mark.

I pushed you into bringing Barbara home
with us after she was born.

She had no mother.

She needed I needed someone to care for her.

We did that.

But I treated her as my own child.

Well, so did I.

All those missed opportunities with Steven.

I must have thought I'd make up for lost time with Barbara.

There are no second chances, huh?

Mark, why did we have only one child?

We stopped with one.

Why?

Well, what is it matter now, Ellen?

Oh, God.

Oh, Mark.

When I was pregnant, we're nursing.

Scene.

My breast's full of milk.

My baby's safe in my arms.

I love you, Mark.

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