Picket Fences (1992–1996): Season 1, Episode 18 - Fetal Attraction - full transcript

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He lost his speech when?

Today, but yesterday
he was talking fine.

What's going on?

The Parkinson's
is progressing.

Bill, can you
isolate your fingers for me
like this?

He was showing improvement.

I thought
the drug was working.

The drug eventually
becomes useless.

Bill, you've been on
the most progressive
treatment available.

I don't know
what to tell you.

I want to continue
with the L-dopa.



You can't just stand there
and tell me
nothing else can be done.

You cannot tell me that.

I've done everything
that I can do, Ellen,

but I know one of
the top specialists

in the country on
Parkinson's disease.

I'll call him.

ELLEN: This is the only way
that he can communicate now.

Jill, I can't let
him live like this.

Maybe the specialist
would come here,
or maybe we could go to him.

He'll come.

I used to be engaged
to marry him.

He'll come.

This is illegible.
Can you read that?

The original copy
might be...



That's pigeon scribble.

An incident report is crucial
to gaining conviction.

If you don't write
it so it can be read,
it does no good.

You gotta be
more conscientious
than that.

MAXINE: I'm sorry.

Jill's fiancé is coming.

She never got over him.

JIMMY: Ginny!

I was just trying
to be helpful.

Why don't you try to mind
your own business?

Redo that incident report.

(DOOR SLAMS)
When was the last time
they saw each other?

15 years,

that's the last
time I saw that face.

Oh, God.

Boy, look at you.
You look...

Thank you for coming, David.

Are you kidding?
The pain you caused me.

Why wouldn't I want
to relive that?

I've kept up on you.

I've read about
you in the papers.

You're quite
the little renegade.

You look great.

So do you.

So...

Oh, is that him?
Who?

Oh, Jimmy?
Yeah,
that's my picture...

My husband.

And those are my kids.

I can't wait for
you to meet them.

He's handsome.
Yep.

What about you?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Here's a picture of me.

David. Wife? Kids?

Not yet.

I'll get there.

This is big trouble.

(DOOR CLOSING)

How did you know
he was coming?

I have my sources.

It's gone around town,
trust me.

Father Lyons is
already calling my office.

He's on his way over here.

Why?
Why?

Jimmy, do you know
what Dr. David Williams
is famous for?

For taking tissue
from the brains
of aborted fetuses

and sticking it in people
with Parkinson's disease.

Jill is bringing him here
obviously to do
it to Bill McGrath.

Do what?

A fetal-tissue transplant.

I can't.

It's an experimental
procedure.

You've taken three
patients to China
to do it.

Exactly, because no hospital
in this country
will allow it.

Clinton lifted the ban.
It's now legal.

Even so, this treatment
is unproven.
It's experimental.

No hospital will
dare to even try it.
Mine will.

Excuse me?
I have privileges at Thayer.
I'm very influential there.

I think I can talk them...
It's still too risky.

...into giving us
the O.R.
The malpractice
exposure alone...

Come on, David.
What, they call
you the Cowboy

because you're
willing to take chances...
Clinically,

this operation is still
not permitted, Jill,

and I'm not...
Bill's lost his voice.

He doesn't have
a lot of time left.

You're the only one
who can save him, Cowboy.

Jill.

Hi, Jimmy, this is David.

David, this is
my husband, Jimmy.
Jimmy.

David.

What's going on?

You know what's going on,
and so do we.

This experimentalist here
runs a fetus factory.

Excuse me?

I won't excuse you.

If you want to
promote abortions,
go to a town...

This isn't
about abortion, Joe.
Careful, Father.

It is about abortion.

This kind of surgery
encourages abortion.

It represents
the sacrifice of human life.

We're trying to
save a human life.

This procedure is
not medically approved.

This is politics, Bill.

This is a bombshell,
and I don't want it
to blow up in my face.

I don't want you in my office.
Get out now.

Now, gentlemen.

You know, if you even think
of doing that operation...

Get out, Joe. Let's go.

Joe, come on, let's go.

Let's go.

I'm sorry.

Nice to meet you, David.

Likewise.

Oh, boy.

I apologize for that.

Do you really think
you can get the O.R.
at your hospital?

Yes, I do.

Then get this
patient's consent.

Assuming I can
locate a viable donor,
I'll do the transplant.

If he doesn't
have the surgery,
he stays like this?

It could get worse.

Loss of voice is
typically followed

by loss of
capacity to swallow,

and pneumonia
becomes a threat.

So, Jill,
you recommend the procedure?

It's so experimental
that I'm not even
permitted to recommend it.

I can only inform you.

Bill,
do you want the operation?

Now, your consent
has to be informed.

You have to know

that even the research
on this kind of
therapy was banned

up until about
two months ago.

There are no
safety guidelines.
It's very high-risk surgery,

extremely complicated.

JIMMY: The hospital
won't let you do it, Jill.

Well, David and I
have a meeting today
with Dr. Packard,

and we think they will.

Where's my lunchbox?

Kimberly, honey,
can you take the kids
to school for me today?

They can ride with
you and Jeanie, okay?

I don't like Jeanie.

She smells like cat food.

Well,
don't sniff her,
then, honey.

I'm holding my breath.

Your hair looks fine.

Okay, let's hurry.
Let's go, rug rats.

Hi.
Hi.

Oh, hi, David.
David, come on in.

Come on in.

I want you
to meet the kids.

This is our daughter,
Kimberly.

Hi.
Kimberly.
Excuse me.

And this is our son,
Matthew.

Hi.

And this is Zack.
Hi.

This is Dr. Williams.

Oh, my God.

He's you.

Wow.

He's you.

Well, I helped.

All right, all right,

pinch his cheek,
give him a quarter,
and we can get out of here.

Oh, Matthew.
Get along with you.
Have a good day.

Come on,
see you guys.
Bye.

Bye.

Okay,
so we're due at the hospital.
We're late.

I don't understand
how you're going
to get the hospital

to let you have
an operating room.

Well, Dr. Packard is
a humanitarian,
and he's a friend.

He can't say no.

Absolutely not.

The patient will
sign a release.

It doesn't make any
difference, Doctor.

The procedure is too new.

There's no defined
standard of care here.

We cannot possibly
insulate ourselves
against negligence...

Morris,
we just want to use...
...besides which,

the operation
is only permitted
as part of a clinical study.

I can't allow
the hospital
to get involved...

What,
did Father Lyons
get to you?

Did he threatened to
cut off some funding?

I won't even dignify that.

Well, how about
dignifying Bill McGrath?

We can save his life.

All we need is...
I'm sorry.

I am.
I favor fetal transplants.

Now that the ban
has been lifted,

perhaps we'll see
some progress
in this area,

but as long as the procedure
remains experimental
and untested,

you will not use
the operating room
at this hospital.

That's that.

(WOMAN CHATTERING ON PA)

What now, Doc?

Douglas Wambaugh,
representing

the side of justice,
Your Honor.

Attorney Franklin Dell,
appearing for
Thayer Hospital.

Father Joseph Lyons,
appearing.

No.

This is a matter
of public policy.

I said no.
Get yourself out
of the well.

Henry.
Joe.

Your Honor, the Father's
paranoid overreaction
is exactly what's wrong.

What?
Joe.

He attacked me.
I should be allowed
to defend myself.

You have no standing
to be doing anything.

One more word
buys you a jail cell.

Your Honor,
turning to
the subject matter...

Who are you?

I've told you who I am.

I am attorney Franklin Dell

from the Madison law firm
of Waterson, Fine and Dell,

and I'm here to
oppose your motion.

Which motion,
as I understand it,
seeks to compel usage

of my client's
medical facility

in conjunction
with an operation

which is clinically
unsanctioned by
the medical establishment.

Talks good, Judge.

Lucky for me,
his case stinks.

Quiet. I will not
let this proceeding

degenerate into
a pro-life or pro-choice

or any other
religious debate.

And, Wambaugh, I'm in no mood
to entertain your rhetoric,
either.

I won't say a word, Judge.

All I ask you to do
is to look into
my client's eyes

and tell him why.

Tell him why
politics matter more

than a chance for
him to talk again.

Tell him why.
I object!

How dare you make
a mockery
of this forum!

It's who I am.

Quiet.

What in God's name
kind of kangaroo court
is this?

This is my court, Counsel,

and you're getting off
on a very wrong foot.

In 23 years of litigation,
I have never seen...

Anybody like me

or, I'm sure, like him.

Well, you're in Rome,
Wisconsin, now.

Meaning what?

Meaning strange
things happen.

Tomorrow, I want to put
Dr. Williams on the stand

to determine the ethicacy
of this operation.

It doesn't matter.

The operation
is not approved.

This is ridiculous.

The federal
government banned research
on it until nine weeks ago.

It is grossly untested.

Step right up here.

I hate
the federal government.

I rarely listen to
the federal government.

The fact that
the federal government

has been so
against this procedure

is the first reason
I'd consider allowing it.

I want to hear what
the doctor has to say.

Would that be
okay with you?

Fine.

Thank you.

10:00, tomorrow.
Adjourned.

Now get out!

I have to say,
I've been an expert witness
in a lot of cases.

I have never seen
a courtroom like that one.

Well, we do things
a little differently
in Rome, Wisconsin,

but more times than not,
we get the right result.

(JAZZ PLAYING ON RADIO)

I'm going to be
honest with you, Jill.

I look at you,
third in our class,

board-certified in
general surgery...

Why are you wasting away
in a small town like this?

I'm not wasting away.

I'm talking
about professionally.

Come on, what kind
of surgery do you do?

A couple of appendixes,
a hernia here and there.

If it was your hernia,
you'd find it
pretty meaningful, David.

I'm not dismissing
the joys of being a GP,

getting to know
your patients,
being a caretaker.

You know,
I miss out on that
as a specialist.

You also miss out on family.

JILL: Nothing
against that Nobel Prize
you're going to win someday,

but I count my children
as greater accomplishments.

I will have kids someday.

No, you won't.
You'll never take the time.

It was that,
more than anything else,
that drove me away.

You were just as
ambitious as I am, Jill.

Being on
the cutting edge,
remember?

Developing treatment,
not simply prescribing it,

that was your goal.

I'm very happy here.

DAVID: Maybe,
but you're not challenged.

You've traded in
aspiration for contentedness.

You people are disgusting.

This is worse
than vivisection.

Excuse me,
you're interrupting.

Mr. Famous Doctor,
look what they're
saying about you

in the newspapers.

I don't care.

That's who gets killed
for your experiments.

There's your fetus.

(SCREAMING)

(SAXOPHONES PLAYING)

Thank you.

Two hours of saxophone.

It must be pretty big.

What do you mean, big?

KIMBERLY: I mean,
whatever it is
that's bothering you.

Whenever you get depressed
you turn into Wilson Pickett.

Wilson Pickett?

Never mind.

So Mom's old boyfriend
has you pretty
freaked out, huh?

Oh, honey, come on,
I'm a grownup.

Grownups don't get...

Jealous.
Yeah, jealous.

Yes, I didn't even
know the word. No.

Would you stop it?

You know there's
no one in the world
more sexy than you,

and Mom knows it, too.
You're Mr. Sexy.

Big surgeon gets in a fight,
cuts his hand.

That's very rational, Doctor.

It was a reflexive punch.

You better not
have left a scar.

I didn't. Look.

Shoddy.
Oh, yeah.

I called Jimmy.
I said we'd meet him

at the station to
make our statements.

We better go.

Jill,
it was just a dog fetus.

What's the point?

It was an act
of terrorism.

We don't put up
with that in Rome.

(SIGHING)

Let me tell you something.

You're about to discover
some things about this town

you never dreamed existed.

This issue will
polarize this community.

You should consider
disassociating yourself.

Bill McGrath is my patient.

Jill,
you have no idea the anger
this brings up in people.

It could ruin
your practice.

I'm in this, David.
I'm in it.

It's not
the safe thing to do.

Well, I don't always
do the safe thing.

I can take chances.

I can be a cowboy.

You know, from the moment
I walked in here yesterday...

I'm going to send
Bill for a PET tomorrow.

If we win, that way,
then we'll be ready.

It's been 15 years,

and to not be holding you
and kissing you right now

seems the most
unnatural thing
in the world.

Maybe if I were
happily married,

these emotions
wouldn't whack me
like this.

Maybe.

You are happily married?

Totally.

It's probably just

the remoteness
of the possibility
that exaggerates the...

And the fact that
what's past is past.

We better go make
our statements now.

Jimmy.
Excuse me.

Jimmy,
I don't know what you heard
before you saw what you saw,

but....
Excuse me.

Can't we just have
an adult conversation?

(SIGHING)

If you're going to
punish me, Jimmy,
don't punish me with silence.

I'll punish you
any way I want.

You kissed another man.

I'll choose the way!

Keep your voice down.
The kids are
going to hear you.

Okay, I'll tell you what,

why don't you just write down
what you want me to say

and how loud you
want me to say it.

I'm not defending
what I did.

It was stupid.
Probably...

I don't know.

It's not
symptomatic of something
between us, Jimmy.

Jill.

Jimmy,
you know it meant nothing.

You heard me tell him.

I'm happily married.

I'm totally in love with you.

One little kiss,
that's all it was.

It stopped right there.

Because I walked in.

You gotta be kidding.
I can't believe you.

What, that I'm upset?

No, I believe that.

I believe that you're upset.

If I had walked in on you,
I'd probably
want to kill you.

You're damn right.

I have no excuse.

It was a fleeting impulse.

I have no excuse.

I'm sorry.

DOUGLAS:
I'll make a statement later.

Dr. Williams, what testing
has been done
on Bill McGrath?

No comment.

MAN: Will you be helping
if the surgery goes forward?

I don't know.
Have you determined him

to be a suitable candidate
for this treatment?

Brain cells
initiate our motor activity

by releasing a chemical
known as dopamine.

In Parkinson's patients,
these cells
have begun to die.

Gradually, the patient
will slip into paralysis.

And how does
a fetal-tissue transplant
prevent this?

The fetal tissue is
injected into the brain.

It provides new cells,
which take root there,

producing
the dopamine chemical,

which then
enables motor activity.

Sounds like a horror movie.

The real horror
would be to allow
this man to suffer.

He's living inside a corpse.

Objection.

Look at him.

Three years ago,
this man was an able-bodied
account executive,

playing tennis, earning
a six-figure income.
Now he can't walk.

He can't generate
enough motor control
to even speak.

And this
fetal-tissue injection?

It could very well cure him.

This surgery can make
Bill McGrath walk again?

Your Honor,
give me the chance.

I'll make him walk again.

Strong words.

One could almost
lose sight of the fact

that you're trying
to force a hospital

to allow you to perform
an experimental,
unproven procedure,

which is so untested...

The reason it's untested is

because
the federal government
had banned the research.

Excuse me.
The way this works is,

I ask the questions,
and you answer them.

I believe my
attorney was about to object
to your compound question.

Objection.

All right.

Yes or no, Doctor. The study
on this procedure
is still infantile.

The technique is
experimental in nature.

It happens to be
so promising...

Experimental in nature,

yes or no?

Yes.

There is no scientific
or anecdotal evidence

as to the long-term effects
of this procedure.

We haven't had time.

And as a doctor now,
as a doctor,
not as a research specialist

who makes his living off
of securing big,
fat federal study grants...

I make my living
saving lives, Counsel.

How do you make yours?

As a doctor,

can you give any
medical certainty

that this
operation is even safe?

Obviously not...

But why not give it a shot,
huh, Cowboy?

This kind of publicity
could bring you

a profile to get
booked on Nightline.

Objection!
JUDGE BONE: Mr. Dell!

Abortion is legal.

That's the reality,
right or wrong.

That means that this year,

there will be
hundreds of thousands
of fetuses

generated in this country.

The question is,
do we throw
them in the trash,

or do we make use of them
by saving people's lives.

That's your question.

Damn right it is,

and there's a man
sitting in
a wheelchair right there

who's very interested
in the answer.

* I'm sorry

* So sorry

* That I was such a fool

* I didn't know

* Love could be

* So cruel

* Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah

That will do, Julia.

Well, I tried appealing
to your sense of reason,

and that didn't work,
so I tried your
sense of humor.

This is not funny, Jill.

I know.
That's why I'm trying
to pretend that it is.

How do I tell
you how sorry I am?

How do I make you understand
that you're the only man
I'll ever love?

Well,
not by sending me balloons

and not by
kissing former fiancés.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

It was my fault.

I never meant
to disrespect you
or your marriage.

The truth is,
I still love your wife,
and if that scares you,

think how much
it terrifies me.

I haven't found anyone since
that made me want
to have a family,

made me want to put
a relationship
even over my job.

I came here to
treat a patient.

I'll tell you
right now, man to man,
and man to woman,

that's all I'm going to do.

Your Honor,
normally at this juncture,

I would stand before you
and make a speech,

but I'm not going to do that.

I'm crushed.

Instead,
I want you to hear directly
from Ellen McGrath.

Your Honor,
this is yet another ploy
to solicit your sympathy,

and in a court of law...

We're not after
anybody's sympathy,
Mr. Dell.

We've got too
much of that already.

Go ahead, Ellen.
I'll hear you.

I...

Rather than make
this about our grief,
Your Honor,

I'd like the court to
recognize our anger,

anger that we have the means
of curing him,

and that
the politicians and hospitals
won't allow it.

This is
an otherwise healthy man,

a vibrant...

The chance
that we could have
a conversation again

or that we could

walk together...

Your Honor,

we're not asking for
you to do anything.

We just want
everyone to get out
of our way.

Just leave us be
so that we have
the opportunity

to make this man whole again.

A few months ago,
on the topic of euthanasia,

you rebuked me
and the entire
medical profession

for not responding more
to the suffering of
terminal patients.

A few weeks ago, you ordered
the continuation
of life support

so that a brain-dead woman
could bring her baby to term.

You've gone on
record as wanting

to end suffering
and preserve life.

You could do both those things
right here today

with one
swing of your gavel.

Your Honor,

Bill McGrath is
in your hands.

Why not put him in theirs?

The thing that
amazes me about this court

is that it seems
everybody gets to talk,

and I must say, everyone
has been quite eloquent,
except him.

Your Honor,
we all want Bill McGrath
to recover. Of course we do.

But this isn't about that.

It's about forcing
a hospital to participate

in an unproven, untested
experimental procedure,

which no other
hospital in this country
would do.

It hasn't been
adequately tested.

We don't...

It's not adequately tested

because
the federal government

has banned
the research for eight years.

Then they should sue
the federal government,
not the hospital.

Come on, Counsel,
how does the hospital

get hurt by
serving up its O.R.?

The parties can exchange
waivers of liability.

The only thing
they're afraid of
is the political fallout.

Which is the hospital's right
to choose its own politics.

The tissues that
these doctors plan
on transplanting

comes from dead fetuses.

DELL: Now, it would
be wonderful to think
that this would result

in nothing more
than making use
of already aborted embryos,

but we know the reality.

This will promote
and encourage abortions.

Poverty-stricken
women in their need
will willingly get pregnant

to sell off
their unborn babies.

You have no evidence that
that will happen.

Kidneys and
livers are already sold
under the table, Judge.

It could happen
with fetuses, too.

DELL: That's the politics.

That's the fear,

that people, out of greed,

will start
harvesting unborn fetuses
for profit.

I'm all for medical science,
but for God's sake,

at some point we
have to draw the line.

We have to.

(SAXOPHONES PLAYING)

Jimmy.

Can I see you for a minute?

(SIGHING)

I'm trying to
get by this, Jimmy.

(SAXOPHONE PLAYING)

I don't know any
other way than for...

Don't hide
behind your saxophone.

Would you talk
to me, damn it!

You want to talk to me,
you get honest.

I am honest.

When haven't I been honest?

Why did you kiss him?

I don't know that.

Yeah.

Stop it! Stop it!

You stop it, damn it!

Kissing him meant something!

Now,
maybe it was unconscious,

but you have enough
psychiatric skills

to have a damn clue!

You want to have
a conversation,
lay it all out right there.

It was a weak moment. I...

I find him attractive.
I was stupid.

I know you well enough

to know you wouldn't
kiss a man

just because you
find him attractive.

There's more to it than that.

Sometimes,
I feel very alone with you.

My emotional
needs are met by you,
and my sexual needs

and mostly
my intellectual needs.

Mostly?

Part of who I am is a doctor.

My creative

and intellectual fulfillment
comes from medicine,

and I can't
share that with you.

I can't come home
at the end of the day

and discuss the discovery
of a new enzyme
with you or...

Being with David
made me realize
how much I miss that.

I feel I sacrificed
my own professional potential

to come to this town.

Your choice.

Subject to your influence.

You were adamant
about coming to Rome,

and the truth is, Jimmy,
you can max out here
as the town sheriff.

I can't do that
as the town doctor.

I see in David what
I could have been,

and maybe
I resent you for that.

(SIGHING)

I don't know if
that's why I kissed him,

but maybe I wanted
to regret something I did

instead of
something that I didn't do.

I don't know.

You know, when you stood up
in the courtroom today,

he was watching you,

and he was so proud of you,

and so was I, by the way,

but, in that moment,
I felt that you were
more his than mine.

(SIGHING)

I'm yours, Jimmy.
You should know that by now.

I'm yours.

I don't know of any
other married couple
I envy.

You and me, we...

No matter how strong we get,

it stays fragile.

It always stays so fragile.

(GAVEL POUNDING)

BONE: Quiet now!

Settle down, everybody, now!

MAN: Take your seat.
Thank you.

I did a little
research on my own

about fetal-tissue
transplants.

I found reasons to
be both heartened
and shocked.

Heartened to learn
that this medical breakthrough

might not only lead to a cure
for Parkinson's disease

but also diabetes,
maybe even Alzheimer's.

Shocked to
learn our government

has repeatedly
blocked this research

because of
the political fallout.

The issue before me, however,

is not whether
these transplants

are good or bad
or ethically sound,

it is whether a hospital
can or should be forced

to perform this
experimental procedure.

Bill, you and I have
played golf together.

BONE: With this treatment,
we could very well play again.
I know that.

For your sake,
and for the sake
of your family and friends,

I stayed awake last night,
searching the law

for anything
that would allow me

to force a hospital
to perform this operation.

I failed.

As long as this procedure
is experimental,

it is their right,
maybe even their duty,

not to perform the transplant.

I count myself
among your friends,

but I sit up here as a judge.

As such,
I am bound by the law.

Plaintiff's motion denied.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Plan B, Bill. Here we go.

Be careful, gentlemen.

What's going on?

Jill, I'm going to
ask you to do something
for everybody's sake,

especially your own.

Beat it, and take
your husband with you.

What's going on?

Jill, I love you.
Get lost.
David.

What are you doing?

This man has
suffered an aneurysm

or perhaps
a cerebral hemorrhage.

I can't be sure.
What?

The eyes are dilated.

We've got to
relieve the pressure.
Where's the nearest hospital?

You could go to
jail for this.

I've got
a seven-week-old fetus.

That's the perfect
gestation.
We're under a court order.

The brain tissue
has already been dissected.

It's got 24-hours liability,
tops.

Bill McGrath may never get
another chance.

Let's go.

I'm coming with you.

No!

You need me.
I've got the privileges.

Dr. Brock, are you
going to stay for a...

Lucy, Rich,
you know what to do.

What are we saying?

Ruptured aneurysm.

DAVID: Straight ahead.
Give me an MRI scan, stat.

Coming through.

Hold it. Hold it.

I've got
a ruptured aneurysm.
Hold up. Hold on.

Dr Brock.
I have privileges. I...
Look, I don't care.

Who are all these people?
I can't just...
Listen to me.

What are you,
second-year resident?
Third.

This is the leading
neurosurgeon in the world.

Do you want to
overwrite his diagnosis

and be responsible
if something goes wrong?

Doctor,
I know my obligations.
There's a whole career

in front of you, Doctor.

I don't think you
want to be holding us up.

I can feel this
man dying as we talk.

Go.
Let's go.

Nice and easy, boys.
Go.

Everything's
gonna be just fine.
ELLEN: We're here, darling.

MAN: Nice and easy.
Nice and easy.

DAVID: Good, Jill.

Just a little
more irrigation.

As soon as we finish
the burr hole,
let's clean up and get...

MAN 1: What is going
on in here, hot dog?

DAVID: Get that man out.

MAN 1: You're gonna
lose your license over this.
I hope you realize that.

DAVID: I've got a man's head
open here, Doctor.

Get out of this room
before I open yours
with my fist.

That's hot-dog talk.

MAN 1: I am chief of
staff of this hospital.

DAVID: And right now,
I'm chief surgeon,

which means,
in this room,
I outrank you.

DAVID: Pressure?
MAN 2: Fine.

DAVID: Do anything
to upset this operation,
Doctor,

and your premiums
will be going up.

Jill, get ready
with the scan printouts,
please.

If you'd like
to make yourself useful,
Doctor,

why don't you drop
the temperature
in this room by two degrees.

We're going to be
here a long time.

MAN 1:
This isn't over yet, Doctor.

DAVID: Microscope.

Jimmy.

How long have
they been going at it?

A couple hours.

Can you tell how it's going?

Well, nobody's panicking.

DAVID: Normalizing.

Very good. Let's move.

Scope out.

What's the y coordinate?

WOMAN:
12 millimeters anterior.

DAVID:
Ten degrees for the sinuses.

DAVID: Bleeding?

WOMAN: Irrigated and clear.

DAVID: Pressure?
MAN: 110 over 70.

DAVID: Okay, here we go.

She's in. Time it.

Your Honor.
Hello, Judge.

Anything yet?

Not yet.
Everything seems
to be going okay.

Here's my warrant, Jimmy.

(SIGHING)

As soon as this is over,
I want both held
in custody tonight.

Judge.

They defied my order.
They're in contempt.

I want them both
held in custody
for one week.

A week?

You heard me.

Oh, my prayers
are with you, Ellen.

Thank you, Judge.

Let me know.

Do your job, Sheriff.

DAVID: How many pieces left?

JILL: Two.

DAVID:
We started with how many?

JILL: Sixteen.
90% viability.

DAVID: I like our chances.

We pull him through, Jill,

handshakes only, no hugs.

There's a guy
watching me up there
with a gun.

Nice and easy. Here we go.

(WOMAN CHATTERING ON PA)

Can I get you
another cup of coffee?

Oh, no, thanks, dear.

JILL: Ellen.

Everything went very well.

We'll just pray for
the graft to take.

Ellen,
it went very, very well.

Thank God.

Are you okay?
Yes, yes, I am.

I have to say, that was
the most amazing thing
I've ever seen,

how someone could go
into somebody's
brain like that.

Maxine.

Judge Bone sent
over a little surprise.

Okay, I figured.

I'm sorry.
It's public policy.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot afford one,
one will be provided...

Well,

you think you'll lose
your medical license?

No, they might suspend me,

but I'll be back.

What about Jill?

Once I made
the decision to go in,

she had no choice
but to follow me.

Bill McGrath was her patient.

The medical board
can't touch her.

You want to walk around...

Just don't leave the building,
okay?

Okay, thanks.

I know

you can't share with me

the medical stuff you did
in that room today,

but I do understand
you probably saved a man.

Do you...

Do you understand
how silly I feel?

Yeah.

Do you understand
how nuts I am about you?

KIMBERLY: Oh, I didn't...

We have plenty of food.

We brought you
a picnic dinner.

ZACK:
'Cause you're a convict.

Thank you.
Come here, baby.

Now don't get too excited.
I cooked it.

ZACK:
And I didn't burn anything.

You didn't?
Oh, look, a blanket.

Of course a blanket.

Oh, look at that.

They forgot the napkins...
They did?

...until I reminded them.
Oh, you did?

Oh, I'm so glad.
Who could think of napkins

while the biscuits
were burning, Zack?

You cooked?
ZACK:
I didn't burn the biscuits.

I just put them in.

MATTHEW: At 500.
JIMMY: Is this
hacksaw to cut the biscuits?

JILL: They look wonderful.

MATTHEW:
Here, pass the chicken.

JILL: Well,
here's the chicken.
ZACK: All right, okay.

JILL: Who made this?
That's so good.
I can't believe you guys.

MATTHEW: The biscuits
are all burned.
ZACH: I didn't burn them.

JILL: No.
MATTHEW: Yes, you did.

ZACH: Did not.

MATTHEW: All right,
pass the napkins.
JILL: Potato salad.

ZACH: Okay, okay, okay.
JILL: Fruit.

ZACH: You forgot the napkins.

MATTHEW: You're right.
I forgot.
JILL: You guys are so good.

ZACH: They forgot the napkins
until I reminded them.

JILL: Who wants a leg?
Who's having what?

MATTHEW: Oh, I do.
ZACH: I do.

JILL: Oh, you make Mama
feel so good.

JIMMY:
You burned the chicken.

JILL: Look at
these boys, sweetheart.

MATTHEW: Look at the buns!