ER (1994–2009): Season 1, Episode 8 - 9 1/2 Hours - full transcript

Susan Lewis' boyfriend Div Cvetic, a psychiatric resident at County General, seems to be under a great deal of stress regularly lashing out at everyone. Doug Ross takes over for Mark Greene who takes a day off to be with his wife....

[theme music]

[whistling]

[buzzing]

Oh, God. Oh, no.

(John)
'Something wrong?'

Alright, people
who ate my salad?

(Susan)
'Keep looking, Peter.'

‐ It's there. Yeah.
‐ Damn it. It's not in here.

‐ The ignition's shot.
‐ Oh, somebody took it.

No. I need someone
to fix it today.

Thank you.



Oh‐oh, I think I'll shove my
sister in front of a train.

She burn out your
ignition switch?

Yeah. I had to hot‐wire it
to get to work.

You know how
to hot‐wire a car?

Learned it from one
of Chloe's boyfriends.

‐ He's in Joliet.
‐ Ah.

Grand theft auto.

Oh, God.

We got a rollerblader
coming in.

'Bashed head again.'

'Five minutes off.'

[sighs]
This place is a mess, man.

Doesn't anybody
ever clean it out?

Jerry? Jerry.



Don't turf me a patient
without a chart.

‐ I'm sorry. I thought I‐‐
‐ Don't apologize.

Just do your damn job.

Ignore him.

[indistinct chattering]

More charts. That's great.

Any more exciting,
I'll check myself in.

‐ Dr. Ross.
‐ Yeah.

Rescue 61 is
bringing in a woman

with severe head trauma.

All the neurosurgeons
are tied up in the OR.

Divert the woman
to St. Luke.

So, uh, who died and left you
chief resident, huh?

Mark's got the flu.
I'm covering.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Saint Mark is out?

‐ Must be pneumonia.
‐ Ha ha.

‐ How are you Peter?
‐ Sarah.

You two excited?

Announcement's today.

I know how to read
a calendar, Haleh.

What announcements?

‐ Starzl Fellowship.
‐ Ah.

Maybe you noticed Dr. Benton's
a little anxious.

Dr. Ross, they needed your DD‐5
upstairs 20 minutes ago.

I will send them
four pints of my blood.

What is a DD‐5?

It's the shift status report.
You're supposed to fill it out.

Alright, how does Mark
do all of this?

He puts in four hours
after every shift.

That's it. Jerry, I will do
anything to get him down here.

I'll put him on a drip.

I'll give him
my next four paychecks.

I don't care how sick he is.

[phone ringing]

[moaning]

(Mark)
'Phone...don't answer it.'

[panting]

It might be...Craig.

Who's Craig?

Judge Franklin's other clerk.

'Yeah? Call him back.'

[giggling]

(Ross)
'Hello?'

'Hello?'

Hello?

Hello. What the hell?

She called you from the street?

(police officer)
'35th, over in Bridgeport.'

Look, are you certified or do we
need to call in a counselor?

I'm certified.

‐ She say anything?
‐ Yeah.

Not to touch her.

Jamie?

I'm Carol Hathaway.
I'm a nurse.

Can I take your coat?
It's kind of warm in here.

There you go.

Todd knows my boyfriend.

He said Jack told him
to pick me up.

I shouldn't have gone with him.
I should've stayed home.

But he was
a friend of Jack's.

I let it happen.
It was my fault.

It's okay. You're safe here.

It's going to be okay.

[scoffs]

Is it?

[theme music]

(Susan)
'What are you talking about?'

It was incredibly
inappropriate.

Please. I snapped
at a desk clerk.

He's not a desk clerk.
He's Jerry.

Well, he didn't do his job.

He didn't kill anyone, Div.

‐ He lost a chart.
‐ Alright, I promise.

I'll never snap
at a desk clerk again. Okay?

This morning, it was
the cashier at Starbucks.

I...I don't know, um..

What is wrong?

Well, what's wrong is‐is
that you're wasting my time

and, uh, and I'm late
for rounds.

Dr. Lewis, call on two.

[clears throat]

Susan Lewis.

You're not coming?

You promised you'd bring
an ignition switch.

[sighs]
Never mind.

I know someone
who could fix your car.

I'll worship you forever.

Maybe you could just
help me get into an OR.

Hmm...I think
they're up on three.

[siren wails]

Dr. Benton always forgets me.

Carter, important
lesson in life.

He who asks, gets,
he who doesn't, doesn't.

Coming through, coming through.

Carter, let's go.

Kenny, Michael, 17, passed out
at school. Vital are stable.

Kid's a wrestler
at St. Robert's.

Susan, I need a pill‐pusher.
l don't think this is surgical.

‐ Let's go.
‐ 'Got it!'

[indistinct chattering]

Alright, people,
let's make him and shake him.

On my count.
One, two, three.

[grunts]

Lily, do a dextrose stick.

Carter, get another line
in and let's go over.

Let's get a CBC, lytes and let's
tox screen him for the works.

'Let's go.'

Hypotensive, 70/60 and falling.

(Lily)
'Glucose normal.'

He's in trouble.
Are those PVC's? Rhythm strip.

Could be a nodal rhythm
with a block.

‐ Why would he have those?
‐ Alright, Susan.

It's your call.
What the hell is this?

I don't know.

A 17‐year‐old
with heart trouble.

It doesn't make sense.

Uh‐oh. Extra beats.

He's going into arrhythmia.

What do we do now?

[heartrate monitor
beeping rapidly]

What exactly am I signing?

Title to your car
belongs to me now.

[mumbling]

We have a 300‐pound
diabetic in two.

She's in ketoacidosis.

Uh, see if there's an
endocrinologist upstairs.

Mm‐hmm.

You are late, Mookie James.

Guards wouldn't let me in.

Well, you just
get here earlier.

J‐o‐b, job.
That means be on time.

Don't sweat me.

Hey, how much money
these doctors make anyway?

30,000 a year.

‐ That's all?
‐ Mm‐hmm.

Underpaid, overworked.

Get used to it.

'Pressure's still falling.
60/45.'

Alright, central line is in.

Blood's back. No drugs,
but his lytes are screwed up.

‐ What's his potassium?
‐ 2.0.

Alright, piggyback 20
milliequivalents

'and keep an eye on the EKG.'

Why is his potassium crashing?

It could be hyperaldosteronism,
or Barter's syndrome..

Carter, put that damn book down.

Or, uh..
cirrhosis.

[heartrate monitor
beeping rapidly]

Heart's racing. Looks like SVT.

‐ Rate's 240 and climbing.
‐ We got to stop this.

‐ It'll kill him.
‐ 'Okay.'

Rapid bolus adenosine,
six milligrams.

(Benton)
'Nothing here. No constricting.'

It's not coming down.
Let's shock him.

‐ Hit the sync switch.
‐ Alright.

[heartrate monitor
beeping rapidly]

‐ 100.
‐ 'Charged.'

Clear!

‐ Pulse?
‐ Faint. I'm barely getting it.

‐ Shock him again. 200.
‐ '200.'

(Benton)
'Clear!'

(Lily)
'Still no pulse.
We're losing him.'

We have to get
this guy's rate down.

Send it up to 360.

Clear!

Give me a pacer.
I'm gonna overdrive him.

You're going in blind?

I'd love to wait
for a fluoroscope

but I don't think this young man
would appreciate it.

Carter, come in close. You're
not going to see this every day.

[heartrate monitor
beeping rapidly]

[sighs]

He has to float
the catheter into the heart..

...very slowly.

Pacer captured.

[sighs]

Push it up to 300.

[beeping]

Alright,
now, bring it down slow.

Very slow.

'Slow.'

'Is that smoothing out?'

[sighs]

[chuckles]
Normal sinus rhythm.

[sighs]

Call me when he wakes up.

Last count,
I filled out 306 forms.

It's not even noon.

You finish the
shift report yet?

What are these
abbreviations for?

This column.
What's TWD?

Truly Weird Doctors.

Thank you.

How does Mark do this?
What is h‐he, a machine?

[sighing]

[groans]

Oh.

You ready for another round?

Just‐just give me one minute.

I knew you were
a lightweight.

[laughs]

It's so great
to see you so happy.

[sighs]
I never felt like this before.

I'm good at something.

Franklin loved the rewrite
of my zoning opinion.

[chuckles]

They look at me
differently now.

The other clerks
and the secretaries.

[whispers]
I like it.

[chuckles]

I didn't understand
about you, Mark.

How you love to go to work.

Mmm..

Thank you
for staying home today.

Yeah, I feel, I'm feeling
a little guilty.

You're entitled to a day off.

You didn't take
a single sick day last year.

[phone ringing]

[mumbling]

‐ Let the machine get it.
‐ It might be Craig.

He's supposed to give me
notes on my new opinion.

'Hi, we're not here.'

'Please leave a message
at the tone.'

'Mark, it's Doug. You'll be
probably in the bathroom.'

Throwing up, right now
but I'm sinking here, buddy.

Dr. Ross, they're calling about
that shift report again.

Tell them that I will get to it
when I can get to it.

'Mark, if you ever had
any feelings for me at all..'

'...any glimmer of friendship,
then you will haul your ass'

off of that sickbed
and you will get down here

and you will rescue me.

I am not kidding there, buddy.

What is this? What is that?

I'm dying here, pal.

So, if you're awake
and you could call me..

...I'd appreciate it.

[chuckles]

Now I'm feeling really guilty.

Mark, how many times did you
cover for Doug last year?

Eight?
Hmm?

‐ Ten?
‐ Mmm..

[giggling]

Anybody ever do it to you?

I've never been raped, no.

My mother always said
I was asking for it.

Jamie, look at me.

You said no,
and that's enough.

Nobody wants to be raped.

We have to take some samples.

Swab for semen, pubic hairs.

It's called a Rape Kit.

Doctor going
to put his hands in me?

No, I do it
with another nurse

but the police will
have to take photographs.

He's not bad, Todd.

Been nice to me.

We have to do a Rape Kit now.

What's Jack going to say?

Not going to believe
Todd did it.

It's not your fault.
Are you hearing me?

(Benton)
'Uh, yeah, can you tell me when
the, uh, results of the Starzl'

'are going to be announced?'

Uh‐huh. Well, so, how are
we supposed to find out?

Oh, they're gonna
be posted? Good.

So, listen, maybe you
can just tell me if I..

Hello? Hello?

[sighs]

What are you
so cheerful about?

I love watching you worry.

This is Mookie James.

‐ You remember Mookie?
‐ Yeah.

This is Dr. Benton. He's going
to be your supervisor.

That means, if he says,
"Jump," you ask how high.

Got it?

Yo, what's up?

[scoffs]
Follow me.

Here, put these gloves on.

You're going to need them.

Take everything out.

If it's green, it goes.

If it smells, it goes.

I want you to check
expiration dates.

Look for mold, look for
anything that

can crawl out
of here on its own.

Then I want you to scrub it all
form to bottom. You got it?

I want to be able to eat Sunday
dinner off of this thing.

Let's go.

‐ What?
‐ I'm a janitor?

What'd you think
you were going to be doing?

Performing brain surgery?

We got a cop in trauma 2.
Gunshot, superficial.

Alright.
Come on, let's go.

Don't take all day.

How you doing?
You okay?

‐ 'You got what you need?'
‐ 'l got plenty of pictures.'

[whispering]
I'm okay, yeah.

(Carol)
'This will just take a minute.'

Just relax.

There you go.

So, you got a boyfriend?

Uh‐huh.

What is he, like a doctor?

Yes, he is.

(Jamie)
'Must be great.'

You make lots of money.

That's it.

Why am I doing this?

I want my name in the paper,
I'll go kill myself.

You listen to me.

You're gonna get through this.
You'll move past it.

Yeah.

[scoffs]
Sure.

So, I put in a new
ignition switch

and some leads
there for you.

By the way, uh, why ain't
the lady doctor paying?

I'm going to get
that from her later.

$198.50, doc.

For that kind of dough,
I hope she's good looking.

She's just a friend.

Yeah.

[phone ringing]

Mmm, it's Craig.

No, no, don't get it.
It could be Doug.

‐ Hello?
‐ 'Mark?'

[whispering]
Sorry.

Hi, Doug.

How are you?

Um...um, little better.

Um, my fever's down.

What was that?
What are you doing?

Um, just raiding
the refrigerator.

'Well, you're eating.
You must be better.'

'Are you sure
you don't want to come in?'

Um, I don't, I don't think so.

I thought Jen was in Milwaukee?

Um, actually,
the‐the judge she works for?

He had to fly
to Washington, and..

...so, uh, she got the day off.

'Just one day, huh?'

It's been, what two weeks
since you saw her last?

‐ Three.
‐ 'Three. That's right.'

Okay. Well, I better let you
get back to being sick.

We wouldn't want you to..

...wouldn't want it
to turn into pneumonia.

Thanks, Doug.

[giggling]

[chuckling]

What?

Mark is very sick..

...at home, with his wife.

Oh.

[vigorous breathing]

‐ Hi.
‐ Hi.

I'm John Carter.
What are you doing?

[gasping]
I was feeling better.

I needed some exercise.

I don't think exercise
is such a great idea right now.

You had a major coronary event
this morning.

You a doctor?

No, I'm a med student.

Dr. Lewis tells me
you're a wrestler.

I used to wrestle.

Junior Varsity College,
at Penn.

Oh, they got a great coach.

I read about him at the trip.

Making your weight class okay?

Sure. Easy.

I didn't eat sometimes
to make mine.

‐ Boy, I was tired a lot.
‐ Hmm, me, too.

‐ So, you're not eating.
‐ Oh, no. No, I eat plenty.

That's weird.

Your blood tests look like
you're not eating at all.

I was there this morning..

...and you almost died.

I'm okay.

‐ I'm in good shape.
‐ Mm‐hmm.

How much did you lose,
eight, ten pounds?

You must be cycling up and down
between every match.

I have a match
against Western next week.

The team's counting on me.

I think you should tell
Dr. Lewis the truth.

So, she can admit you
to the hospital.

Please.

I have to be on the team.

You've got a problem.

It's, uh,
it's a kind of anorexia.

And if you keep
starving yourself

between matches,
it is going to kill you.

Has he been coughing?

No, he just won't eat.

Usually he eats like a horse.
He never stops.

You put anything in front
of him he's not picky..

It's okay.
It's going to be fine.

Temp's 100.2

Alright, Ben, I want you to take
a deep breath for me. Okay?

[inhales and exhales]

Mm‐hmm.
One more time.

[inhales and exhales]

Alright.

He has a sore throat.
That's why he's not eating.

Could it be croup?
He had it as a baby.

He's a little old for that.

Let me get some X‐rays,
make sure it's nothing serious.

It hurts. I can't eat.

I know, buddy. We're gonna fix
you right up. Okay?

Alright.
I'll be right back.

Mm‐hmm.

Alright,
have an intubation tray

standing by in case
he gets worse.

Oh, Doug, some irate intern

is at the desk
looking for your scalp.

Something about assigning
one of his patients

to the resident on call.

Perfect, just what I need.

Alright, uh, you take Ben to
radiology and you stay with him.

You let me know
if anything changes, okay?

Right through here. Your son
is on his way, Mrs. Benton.

On his way? Where?

Oh, he's coming to see you.

It's the stroke. Some days
she's a little out of it.

(Benton)
'Carter.'

Hey, Walt, what's up?

Hey, ma.

How you doing, huh?

But my foot hurts.

Yeah, I know.
You sprained your ankle.

Walt, she's in a lot
of pain, man.

You should have taken her
to Mercy. It's a lot closer.

I thought you would want to take
care of your own mother.

Pete, when did you grow
that moustache?

[chuckles]
Three years ago, ma.

[chuckling]

Don't you have to be
somewhere, Carter?

No, actually,
it's kind of slow.

Carter? Y‐you got people
in Tennessee?

On my father's side.

I think his people
owned our people.

But you're a nice boy.

You come to Thanksgiving dinner.

Um, she doesn't mean that.

No. You come to dinner now.

You promise.

I promise.

Okay, ma. Let's go take care
of that foot.

Morgenstern wants you
in the OR, Peter.

Mesocaval shunt.

Okay. Ma, uh, I'm going to have
to see you later, okay?

Dr. Carter here is going
to take care of you.

Oh, Walter, don't even start,
man. I got to go.

Would you excuse me for a
second? I'll be right back.

Where are you going?

I thought you might
let me go with you.

Mesocaval shunt.

I ought to learn,
and maybe I could help.

Yeah. Well, I asked you
to look after my mother.

And I could have
a nurse do that.

You said yourself
it was only a sprain.

Yeah, well,
I still, I want you to clean

those lacs in two
and stitch them up.

And see if my mother
needs anything to eat.

She doesn't eat enough.

Go. Let's move.

[exhales sharply]

[indistinct chattering]

Headline news!

Guess who's leaving us?

Starzl Fellowship winner.

Good guys win?

Cancel the champagne.
Oh, boy.

Excuse me.

What is this,
a funeral or something?

Dr. Langworthy's
a year ahead of me.

I didn't expect to win.

‐ Here, Jerry.
‐ Thanks.

(Mark)
'When can you come back?'

Not before Thanksgiving.

‐ Can you come up next weekend?
‐ No. I work both days.

I've got Wednesday.

We do oral arguments
on Thursday.

We do a lot of briefing
on Wednesday nights.

Then that's where
you always are.

It's almost
seven years, Mark.

They say you get an itch.

Yeah.

All the time.

I don't think
about anybody else.

Susan Lewis?

‐ We're just friends.
‐ Uh‐huh.

What is this?
You projecting?

[chuckles]

Where else can we do it?

I want to have memories to hold
me for the next couple of weeks.

‐ Kitchen table?
‐ Hmm.

It's your grandmother's.
What would she say?

‐ Worked for grandpa.
‐ Mmm.

[phone rings]

Let the machine get it, hmm?

[phone continues ringing]

Let me out of here!
Get your hands off me!

I can't stitch him
if he won't settle down.

Get your hands off me!
I'm a citizen of a free country!

And you ain't got
no right to keep me here!

Mr. Randall.
Your head is bleeding.

‐ Let me go!
‐ Mr. Randall.

[crying]

Mr. Randall?

Mr. Randall.

Take him to exam two.

Let's go.

Get Cvetic down
here to look at him.

He might need assessment
for suicide and depression.

‐ Sure.
‐ Thanks.

How long are you going
to pretend I'm not here, Peter?

That's fairly
self‐centered of you, Sarah.

‐ I'm working.
‐ Yeah.

Oh, um...congratulations
on the, um..

...the, uh, Starzl.

I'm sorry you didn't get it,
but I'm glad I did.

Would you rather
someone else had won?

[scoffs]

I really wasn't
that invested in it.

[scoffs]
You wanted me to lose
if you couldn't win.

Peter.

I'm a year ahead of you.

And I could help you be a better
surgeon if you'd let me.

[chuckles]

You know what
your problem is?

No, but, um..

...I have a feeling
you're willing to tell me.

Losing to a woman.

‐ Oh, come on.
‐ Uh‐huh.

The truth is
you want to sleep with me.

Then you wouldn't be
so threatened.

Sarah, um..

...not only don't I want
to sleep with you..

...I've never even
fantasized about it.

Obviously, you have.

[chuckles]

Yeah, right.

Excuse me.

Look, I just‐I just want
to leave, okay?

Yep.
Um..

Why don't you want...a doctor
to take care of your head?

What are you, a shrink?

Shrinks. They tell me
I'll get over it.

[crying]
My wife gets smashed
against a streetlight and

my son gets his head cut off
and I'll get over it real soon.

You know, there's, um..

...nothing wrong
with being angry, you know.

I don't need
this patronizing crap.

You think
you're real important, hmm?

No one...no one denies
your pain, Mr. Randall.

But self pity isn't the answer.

[yelling]

‐ Hold it. Hold it now!
‐ Come on, stop him.

You're gonna hurt yourself.
Now, come on!

I'm, uh..

I'm ordering Mr. Randall
committed for 72 hours.

[Randall grunts]
Take him to five.

Put him in restraints.

(Randall)
'You're locking me up?'

‐ You, you dumb bastard!
‐ Heads up.

‐ Who do you think you are?
‐ Come on.

You can't do this to me!

I can drink all day long!

(Susan)
'What's that about?'

Oh, I, uh, I committed him.

‐ What?
‐ Mm‐hmm.

He's a drunk.

Oh, he's a dangerous drunk.
He tried to hit me.

‐ Did you do a full psych exam?
‐ He's a pathetic drunk.

‐ I didn't have to.
‐ What's wrong with you?

Are you trying
to destroy your career?

‐ What if he sues?
‐ Well, screw him.

What if he does, huh?

Are you...are you busy later?

You want to do some
Italian or something?

‐ Carol?
‐ Mm‐hmm?

‐ You got a minute?
‐ Yeah.

Excuse me.

Uh, the police lab called
about the Rape Kit.

Yeah?

They said there are four
different

pubic hairs in the samples.

Hers and three others.

Will you cover for me
for a minute?

Sure.

Jamie, who else
was there last night?

There were three other
types of human hair

in the samples we took.

Look, the police are going to
ask you the same questions

I'm asking so, if you want me
to help, you have to help me.

I was with Todd
like I told you.

And who else?

I don't remember.

Have you told me anything
that's true so far?

Yes!

I went over to Todd's..

...and he had
two friends there

and I didn't know them..

...and we were drinking.

And then what happened?

I don't remember.

Anything?

No.

[crying]
No!

Christ, no!
I don't remember.

I was drunk.

[crying]
And there were these guys
and I was pushing Todd away.

And this other guy...
oh, God!

Oh, God!

Shh, shh, shh.

Okay. It's alright.

It's okay.
Shh.

‐ It's okay.
‐ I don't remember anything.

[Jamie whimpering]
Shh.

I am the acting chief
resident of this ER.

So, why don't you go back
up to the sixth floor?

Aren't you late for a golf game?

‐ Doug.
‐ Or is it tennis?

Doug, the McCabe kid
stopped breathing, trauma two.

Damn it.

Lydia? Call anesthesiology.

And get an ENT surgeon
down here now, please.

He's hypoxic.

‐ Epiglottitis.
‐ Coming through.

50‐year‐old crasher,
collapsed lung.

Oxygen sat 70 and dropping.

Alright, laryngoscope.

‐ How long has he been out?
‐ Less than a minute.

(Ross)
'Sore throat...
this came on fast.'

‐ 'Where's the mother?'
‐ 'Waiting room.'

I can't even see his cords.

Connie, see if we can get
an air bubble.

‐ Yes, doctor.
‐ 'Hm‐hmm.'

'There's a lot of
swelling in there.'

'Suction.'

This tube is too big.
I need a smaller one.

I'll get the smaller one.

(Benton)
'Diminished breath
sounds on the right.'

Hyper‐resonant.

Okay.

We got a tracheal shift.

Oh, no.
Tension pneumo.

Doug needs a small ET Tube.
Where the hell are they?

Bottom drawer.

What's Doug got in there?

‐ Epiglottitis. Six‐year‐old.
‐ 'BP's 70 over 50.'

‐ 'He's cyanotic.'
‐ Alright.

Give me a 14‐gauge needle.
Come on.

Let's go.

[heartrate monitor
beeping rapidly]

Got it.
Congratulations, Mr. Kalman.

'You're going to live.'

He's swollen shut.
Yeah.

Carter, do me a favor.
Take this needle.

How long has he been out?

Coming up on two minutes.

'What about a needle crike?'

Not yet.

[gasping]

[heartrate monitor beeping]

What are you doing?

‐ I'm going in.
‐ I said not yet.

[slams instrument down]

Haleh...hook up a 3.0 ET

tube hub to a cath and bag him.

Hyperventilate him now.

[air whooshing]

[heartrate monitor
beeping rapidly]

O2 sats' up to 95.

Alright.
Start him on 750 milligrams

ceftriaxone IV q‐12.

Son of a bitch.

You lose a fellowship,
so you have to prove something.

Dr. Benton,
otherwise known as God.

You couldn't get the tube in.

I had time to
crike him myself.

Oh, yeah, another 90 seconds,
that kid's brain would have..

That's exactly right.
90 seconds, and it's my choice.

Oh, yeah, when the kid's alive..

He's my patient.

Oh, so it's okay
if he dies, right?

Oh, so you're
the only person

that can keep him alive?

[siren wailing]

It was a judgment call, Doug.

One I should have let you make.

You lost a fellowship today,
Peter, not a patient.

[scoffs]

You know what I looked like
in there? Hmm?

In that interview?

I made a fool out of myself
in front of Morgenstern.

You saved two lives
in five minutes.

Not a bad day.

Don't give her a hard time.
Just take her statement.

Jamie?

What's going on?

Jerry, have you seen
Jamie Hendricks?

‐ Who?
‐ The girl who was raped.

Ah, I think she just left.

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[indistinct chattering]

[music continues]

[sighs]

My mom's dropping Rachel
off in about 20 minutes.

‐ Hmm.
‐ We should get dressed.

Are we pretending?

I think your mom knows
that we have sex.

She doesn't like
to be reminded.

[chuckles]

[phone ringing]

Let the machine get it.

(Mark over speaker)
'Hi, we're not here.'

'Please leave a message
at the tone.'

[beeps]
'Hi, Jennifer, it's Craig.'

'The Judge read
your new opinion..'

Hi, I'm here.

He liked it?

That's great. Mm‐hmm.

Why don't you call him back?

Let me get it out. Yeah.

Okay. "Morrison V. Kentucky."

If you look at the form
selection clause arguments..

...I think you'll see that
the jurisdictional issues apply.

'I know the supreme court
settled it'

but the arguments are very
similar to the ones we're using.

'Well, use some
imagination, Craig.'

[chuckles]

Yes.

'Go to page three.'

'Mm‐hmm.'

[Jennifer chuckles]

'Mm‐hmm.'

'Yeah.'

Oh, Dr. Ross.

[clears throat]

This is our new ER aide,
Bogdana..

No. Bobdana...
What is it?

Um, no. Bogdanalivetsky.

Right.
How about Bob?

‐ Bob?
‐ Yeah.

You see, you're answering
to your new name already.

Bob. See, that's cool.

Cool. Bob.

Cool.

'I'm taking Mr. Randall
downstairs.'

His meds are back.

You got to sign him out.

Okay.

Dr. Cvetic know about this?

Thank you.

[elevator bells dings]

Well, what's going on?

You seem much better.

Yeah. Uh...it happens
when you sober up.

That was a nasty gash.

Yeah, uh,
I walked into a door.

Uh...what are
we doing in here?

Going for an elevator ride.

A doctor with
a sense of humor.

Th‐that's a treat.

Go home, Mr. Randall.

Uh, I thought
I was in for 72 hours.

You seem much calmer.

Call a cab. Go home.

Thank you.

[elevator bells dings]

[machine whirring]

[sighing]

[machine whirring]

Hey, Walt.

Hey. You got car trouble?

No, I, uh...no.

Pass me a wrench, will you?

Five‐eighths.

Man, would your
dad be surprised

if he could see me now
running his business..

...and you a surgeon?

Did you hear about
that fellowship thing today?

Yup.

Well, if you got it
I'd hate to see the look

on your face if you didn't.

Yeah, well, I didn't get it.

[chuckling]
No kidding.

You know, Walt, man,
it's hard to lose.

Yeah, well, most of us
are used to it.

So, your trouble is, Pete..

...you got most
of what you want.

And when you don't get
what you want

it hurts more.

Yeah? S‐so, is that wrong?

It's just a little selfish.

You got a hard shell, Pete.

You don't let anyone in.

Just like your dad.

I wouldn't worry
about it though.

[grunts]
You're basically a good guy.

Give me a hand with this.

[siren wailing]

Jamie?

Go away.

What happened?

What are you doing here?

What do you care?

Jaimie.

I don't know where to go.

My boyfriend doesn't
want me to come home.

He doesn't believe me.

[crying]
Maybe I could
have fought harder.

I let him do it.
How could I let him do it?

Nobody will believe me.

You said no, didn't you?

I did.

Then you have to finish this.

You got to take care of things.

If you don't,
they come back.

They always do.

I don't know.

I know.

Come here.

Come on.
Come on.

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