ER (1994–2009): Season 12, Episode 12 - Split Decisions - full transcript

Previously on ER:

You ever come near
my daughter again,

and I'll kill ya.

When I said we can't

see each other anymore,

I really meant...
I know.
I know.

But just because
my dad's a jerk,

doesn't mean
we can't keep it going.

I got my ass kicked once.

NEELA:
Michael and I love each other.

We want to be together.



Anyway,
his tour's over.

What if he gets stationed in,
like, Romania?

He's hoping to finish
his training

in stateside
Army hospital.

I need a few weeks off.
Why?

My band got a recording deal.

Resignation accepted.

What?

Kind of decided

the band's got
to make some changes.

I want us
to have this baby.

Our ice fishermen are on NEBS

waiting for
a respiratory therapist,

the morgue picked
up the nun



and our puking
party boy went home

with a liter of saline,
a Compazine suppository

and two very
angry parents.

Uh, what about the
post-op cellulitis?

Surgical floor.

Lucian was feeling
generous.

She threatened
to hurt me.

You see that?

Overnight shift
has no pass-ons.

Gold stars
all around.

Well, we also have
no attending

for the day shift,

Clemente hasn't
shown up yet

and can't be
reached.

Once again,
that's a problem

for the Chief of the ER,

and once again,
that's you.

Uh, you can't cover
until he shows up?

No, I can't.

I've got physical
therapy upstairs,

and I'm supposed to stay
off my feet until then.

And after that,
I am out of here.

I can stay
for a few minutes,

if you have
to leave.

There you go.
Thank you.

Hey, Barnett...

what the hell
you doing here?

Uh, working.

You quit.

No, I didn't.

Yes, you did.
Don't you remember?

You came to me,
and you gave me
an ultimatum,

said you needed
time off to cut your
album or you'd quit.

( laughs )

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Your band,
Skunk Hollow.

Oh... I'm sorry,
but I'm not in a band.

I swear.

Look, Dr. Weaver,
you were pretty doped up

the last time we talked,
maybe you were

just tripping
a little bit, you know?

I don't trip.

Well, if you say so.

Is she coming?

No.

But she is watching me,
isn't she?

Oh, yeah.

Now?

Yeah.

Eh, wait. Now.
Now she's going.

Well, congratulations,
Dr. Rasgotra.

You must have
impressed Albright.

How so.

I mean, you've
been accepted

into the Surgical Elective.

Really?
Oh, yeah.

Oh, my God, thank you.

Thank you very much.
Yeah.

I just hope you feel the
same way in three weeks.

in three weeks.

Well, I'll certainly try.

I'm going to go
and find Michael.

So, you and Mikey
going to get your
own place now?

"Michael." And don't worry,
we'll be out of your hair
soon enough.

We're looking for a place
this afternoon.

Dr. Barnett, do you know
a girl named Zoe Butler?

No.

Maybe.

Yeah, well, maybe
she's here looking for you.

Exam Two.

I...

Zoe, what are you doing?

I told you not to come here.

You know I can't see you as a
doctor or as anything else.

Ow, ow.

Ooh, sorry.

You're going to have
some bruising,

but at least
your eye socket
isn't fractured.

Arm films
are back.

Oh. Thanks, Inez.

We're going to clean up
the cuts on your face,

and then I'm going
to stitch you up, okay?

Will I have scars?

There may be
some discoloration,

but it should all
fade with time.

So, it looks like
he broke your ulna,

which is the bone
right in here.

We like to call this
a "nightstick fracture."

We often see it in people

who try to protect
themselves, so...

So do you want to tell me
what really happened?

I told you: I fell.

I was running to catch the bus,
I tripped on the curb...

It's true.

Okay.

Okay, I'll call your father
and let him know you're here.

Wait, Ray...

What?

Don't call him.

Why not?

You got to talk to me, Zoe.

He's the one who did this.

Yo, Dr. M, got your breakfast
and your threads.

Oh, thanks, dude.

Did they get the chocolate
sauce out of the tux shirt?

I don't know, but here are
the magazines you asked for.

What the hell
you think you're doing?
You talking to me?

I'm talking to the both of you:
You know you're here

to work as a volunteer
in this hospital, not be

his personal assistant.
Well, I was just going...

You were just about to give me
some lame-ass excuse,

and I don't want to hear it.

Now get your butt
over to the admin desk

and check in
with Jerry.

He's a good kid.

Want a bagel?

Look, man, stop using him

as your own
personal valet--

buying your lunch
and your dirty magazines.

Hey, take this.

And could you just
pick these up

and put everything in
the doctor's lounge for me.

Thank you, buddy.

Greg, wait up!

Wait up.
I need some advice.

Stop smoking dope,
slow down on the porn.

Serious.

I am serious.

No, I got a date.

Her name is Tamara.
I met her online.

No, it's not like that.

She's smart, beautiful,
funny, black--

sorry, African-American--

but I've never dated
a sister before.

Please don't say that.

What? Sister?

Dr. Pratt,
were you looking for me?

Yeah, Penny.
Take it easy. Relax.

I just heard a good teaching
case came in, that's all.

Come on. Let's go.

Well, are you going to
help me out or not?

( gasping )
You need professional help.

You sure you're going
to be all right?

We got in this fight
a few days ago.

He hit me,
so I took off.

I was staying
at my friend Laura's house,

and... he was waiting for me
outside my school,

and he made me
come back home.

Then he did this.

It's not the first time.

Is there anyone
else I can call,

like an aunt or an
uncle or something?

No.

Well, what about
your sister?

Jen lives
in San Francisco.

My dad doesn't know
about it though.

I swore I'd never tell him
where she is.

He beat her so bad, one time,
she missed her midterms.

Ow.

( sighs )

I think there's something
really wrong with him.

Like he can't help himself.

He's not going to be
beating anyone else up

once the cops get
through with him.

Oh, no, no.
You can't call the police.

I came here because
I knew you wouldn't.

He assaulted you, Zoe.

I have to call them.

No, you don't.

It just makes it worse.

I called them once
and they didn't arrest him.

It just made him madder.

Trust me.

They'll arrest him this time.

Well, then what?

What happens when he gets out?

He'll come looking for me.

Zoe...

Can I move in with you?

I have nowhere else to go.

We got an open fracture
in Four,

some sort of parasitic
infection in One,

and a foreign body
inhalation--

looks like
a roach clip,

according to
one of the nurses.

I'm a little
busy here.

Yeah, and we're a lot
backed up out there.

And it's only going to get worse
unless you start

signing off on these
and a half dozen
other discharges

waiting for your John Hancock.

All right, I'll be
there in a minute.

Okay.

No.

Urine looks
like pea soup.

Bingo. Send off
a culture.

Thought you had
a good one for Penny.

Urosepsis.

What's the antibiotic of choice?

Levaquin.
Ceftriaxone.

Okay, fine.

In vitro, Ceftriaxone
might give you

a slightly better
gram-negative coverage.

SAM:
I'll mix up a gram.

PRATT:
Ma'am, how you doing?

Ma'am?

She had a subarachnoid
three years ago.

So this is
her baseline?

Yep.

Penny, what do you
know about early

goal-directed
therapy of sepsis?

It attempts
to balance

oxygen delivery
with oxygen demand.

And decreases mortality

through a multi-
pronged approach.

She doesn't seem like
a candidate

for aggressive therapy.

Well, we need
to review her chart.

Let's talk to her
primary physician.

Penny, if we
were to pursue

goal-directed therapy,
where would we start?

Get her BP up.
Right.

That's the tip
of the iceberg.

We want MAP above 65,
the CVP over ten,

urine output over
five cc an hour,

O2 sat above 93,
the crit above 30,

and, most importantly,
the SVC 02 above 70.

You'll need
a center line for that.
Right.

With a special
oxygen-sensing tip.

PRATT:
Okay, hold up.

She could be a DNR
for all we know.

I mean, look at her.
Well...

W-What are you
suggesting, Dr. Pratt?

I'm suggesting that
we treat her conservatively.

We give her a couple
liters of saline,

antibiotics, oxygen,
and see how she does.

Well, okay, fine.

And dopamine for
pressure support.

Come on, dopamine?

Yes, dopamine. Low dose.

Okay... I'm going to see if
I can pull an old chart.

You don't have to stay here
for this.

Does that go for me, too?

Are you awake?

Barely.

I can't sleep.

Difficult to sleep
when you talk.

I keep thinking about stuff.

So stop thinking
about stuff.

Don't you want to know
what I'm thinking about?

( sighs )

Hmm?

Uh-huh, yeah.

I'm thinking about
what everybody's going to say

when they find out.

I think they'll be
happy for you.

Us.
Mm-hmm.

But still, I don't think
we should tell anybody for...

for a couple
of weeks.

Uh...

I might have mentioned something
to my father.

You might have mentioned
something to your father?

He's in Croatia,
who's he going to tell?

Did you mention something
to your mother?

Oh, God, no.

I need to build up to that one.

I'd like to wait until at least
he's in high school.

"He?"

Or she.

Except I gotta think
I'd be better with a boy,

because the mother-daughter
dynamic

really just scares
the hell out of me.

We're going to have a baby.

I know.

It's so crazy.

( laughs softly )

Where are you going?
I can't sleep.

Well, you should sleep,
you need your rest.

I'm too wired.

And I want something to eat.

Again?

Just something little,
like a Pop-Tart.

No, no more Pop-Tarts.

I'll-I'll get
you something.

I'll make you some
breakfast or something.

Okay, I'm coming, I'm coming.

SAM:
Sats 91 on five liters.

Change her to 100%
non re-breather.

At what point
would you intubate?
Never.

Where's Clemente?
A good question.

Hasn't shown up yet.

Okay, who's
the attending?

You're looking
at him.

What? What do
you want?

I've got a battered teen

who doesn't want me
to call the cops

on her
abusive father.

Okay, well, uh...

Call Social Work.

Nah, I don't think
that's a good idea, either.

Reporting is mandatory.

Dr. Dubenko,
migraine mom is banging

her head against
the wall,

the Alzheimer lady
is missing,

and there's a homeless guy
in triage

who just puked up something that
looks like a human finger.

And her husband
is here.

Okay, okay.
I'll be there in a minute.

Could somebody
locate Clemente?

I'll page him.

Mr. Venema,
I'm Dr. Dubenko.

I've been treating your wife.

How is she doing?

Not so good.

How long has
she been like this?

Almost three years now.

We were on the Amalfi
Coast in Italy,

she got a bad headache.

I thought it was
too much wine.

Time we found
a hospital...
( clears throat )

she couldn't talk and
she couldn't move.

She bled into her brain
from an aneurysm.

A subarachnoid hemorrhage.
Yeah, well...

I thought when we got
her to the hospital

she'd be all right,
but she never woke up.

Does she ever open her eyes
and look at you?

No, not really but, uh,
she knows I'm here.

It's a shame, too.

Beautiful blue eyes.

That's what got me
the first time.

She caught me staring at her
in math class.

You've known each other
a long time.

Yeah.

Well, we started dating in '49,

and our 52nd wedding anniversary
coming up in March.

Wow. Congratulations.

I know she's sick,
but I'm not ready to lose her.

No, uh...

I-I understand, Mr. Venema.

We'll do everything we can.

Thank you.

Any word on Clemente?

SAM:
Dude's a no-show.

Um... okay.

Set me up with a cordis
introducer, an art line,

and type and cross
for four units.

Excuse me?
Set me up with
a cordis...

No, no, no,
I heard the orders,

just... are you sure
you want to do that?

We're pursuing early goal-
directed therapy for sepsis.

You ever put in
a subclavian line?

No, but I'd
like to learn.
Great.

Prep the collarbone,
we'll do it together.
Number eight gloves.

Maybe you should
run it by Pratt first.

Generally, attendings
don't run things
by the residents.

Well, generally,
you're not the ER attending.

Okay.

You need to identify
the junction

of the median
and middle third
of the clavicle.

What's up?
How's her pressure?

What the hell
are you doing?

Subclavian line.

Call the ICU for
an SCV O2 catheter.

I thought we agreed
not to do

any invasive
procedures.

That's her husband
out there.

All right. Look.

I know you're a surgeon,
and you guys like

to cut and paste everything
back together again.

But, sometimes,
the best thing
for the patient

is not what we do
but what we don't do.

You know, she's
not a DNR--

he wants everything.

Did you explain to him
that she's never going
to get better? Hmm?

Did you explain to him
that she has no quality of life,

and that this
bacterial infection

may be Mother Nature's way
of saying it's time to let go?

( sighs )

Did he use anything
to hit you with?

Just his fists.

Did he at any point
threaten to kill you?

Uh... maybe.
I don't really remember.

Okay, I'm going to take
a couple Polaroids

of your injuries, okay?

Okay.

Hi, I'm Liz.

I'm with the hospital's
Social Services department.

I didn't call you.

Dr. Dubenko said
you needed a hand.

Okay, Dr. Dubenko is
a surgical attending

who belongs in the O.R.

I'll be right back.

Her boyfriend do that?
Father.

Sexual?
No.

Look, I've got
this covered for now.

She have other family?
I'm working on it.

If you can't find anyone,
I'll have to place her
in a group home.

What?! They're nightmares.

Just until foster custody
can be secured.

Well, what's to stop him
from finding her there?

She's a minor,
she has to go somewhere.

Like I said, I'm
working on it, okay?

Work fast,
I'm not leaving today

until she's
placed somewhere.

I sent a squad car
to his office.

I'll let you know
once we got him.

Great. Thanks.

Where have you been?

( sighs )

Well, lets see,

I watched the Weather Channel,
sorted through the mail,

cleaned some dishes,
refilled the ice cube trays.

You're lucky
I'm in such a good mood.

And why's that?

I got the surgical elective.

Are you kidding?

Wow. Congratulations.

My wife, the surgeon.

And you start back here
next week as the new R2.

Get out.

Weaver told me
this morning.

I say we go to Ritz
and go and celebrate

with mimosas and
lobster eggs benedict.

You know, I'll do
you one better.

How about we go out for
dinner to celebrate tonight,

and you go home
and get some sleep.

You know we're
supposed to go look

at that apartment
this afternoon.

I'm not tired.

Of course you're not.

Listen, I promised
a buddy of mine, Rogan,

that I would stop by,
visit him at the hospital.

He'll be disappointed
if I blow him off.

Well, then don't.

We can run up and see him
before we leave.

No, he's at
the VA hospital.

He just got transferred
from Walter Reed,

and I haven't seen him
since I left Iraq.

Okay, fine.
Well, I'll go with you.

I want to meet
your friend.

And then you and I are
going to go and celebrate.

Okay.

I cant believe
you put in

a central line
and an art line.

Don't look at me.
Or me.

I am just trying
to give her

the best chance
of recovery.

Did you read her chart?

What's her condition,
Dr. Pratt?

Chronic vegetative state

with no chance
of meaningful recovery.

Well, she cant go to
the medicine floor

with an art line.

So, pull it.

Do it, Dr. Pratt.

Iris scissors.
Wait.

I said pull it.

I said wait.

She's not going
upstairs, Dubenko.

We have limited resources
in the ICU.

We treat the sickest patients
who have a chance for recovery.

We don't flog people
who are going to die.

I never have enough beds
as it is.

All right, all right,
fine-- I'll do it.

Dr. Pratt...

Cops brought in some guy
who's asking for you.

All right.

( indistinct dispatch
over police radio )

Yo, Greg!

Darnell, what are you
doing here, man?

They said I ran a red,
but it was yellow.

He almost ran over
a traffic cop,

and he smells like
a brewery.

I told you, a bag of groceries
fell off the front seat

and some
beer bottles broke.

I can't get the smell
out of my floor mats.

I need you to draw
a blood alcohol

for a suspected DUI.

DUI? Come...
Would you talk to him?

Look, I can vouch
for this guy.

That's great, but I don't
need you to vouch for him,

I need you to draw a BA.

DISPATCHER ( over radio ):
7-8-5-1, a family dispute...

Yo, is KJ around?

I can't let him see me
like this.

Should've thought about
that before you started

drinking and driving--
what's the matter with you?

I only had two beers,
I swear to God.

But what if
I don't pass this, man?

They'll bust me,
I'll lose my license,

I'll lose my job.

You got to help me, Greg.

I've been trying
damn hard.

For me, for KJ.

( sighs )

Inez...

I need you to take Darnell
and Officer, uh...
Hollis.

Hollis to the suture
room for a blood draw.

Sure. This way.

( sighs )

Morris...

You seen KJ around?

What is that, like
a trick question

to see if I have him
washing my car?

Which was one
time only, okay?

And its not like he
detailed it or anything,

it was just a little
hand wash, hand wax.

What, like you're
going to take a Porsche

through a machine service?

I still gotta talk to you
about my date!

What's that?

It's a list of
things I need to do
before the baby comes.

Oh, a big list.

Well, there's a lot
of stuff to do.

I mean, there's a ton
of things to get.

A baby monitor?

Yeah. That's so that
you can hear the baby

when you're not
in the same room.

I know what it is.
This apartment isn't that big.

If that baby is awake,
you'll know it.

Maybe it's not for
this apartment.

Well, I mean,
yours is even smaller.

Sorry, but it is.

How's your breakfast?
Would you like some...

You know, thank God
the human species has

a nine-month
gestation period.

Can you imagine
if we were rats,

and I was going to
pump this thing out
in, like, six weeks?

Isn't that scary?

No.

But you're scaring me.

Really?

No, no.
Come on, don't you dare.

Don't I dare?
Are you daring me?

Wh-What is with you?

I don't know!
I don't know.

It's like a...
a hormonal surge.

I can't sleep,
I can't stop eating, I...

Maybe I'm nesting?

Do you think I'm...

No... I just think
I need to get ready.

We still have plenty of time.

Yes, I know, you say that,
but it's going to go fast,

so I think I don't
want to jinx anything,

but maybe we should just
look at some things.

I mean, not to buy,

but to do some
comparison shopping

for later.
You want to go shopping?

I want to go looking.
For baby monitors?

Yes-- monitors,
cribs, car seats...

maybe a little mobile of
famous Croatian diplomats.

It's a joke.

Stat D five...
half at 125 an hour.

You took out her tubes.

Yes.

That's a good sign.

Um, we pulled out
the invasive
monitoring lines

because she's not
going to the
Intensive Care Unit.

Oh, she's getting better.

The medicine must have...

No, no... she's not
getting better.

So why did you unhook her?
I don't understand.

If she's
not getting better...

The hospital has
limited resources

for our sickest patients.

Resources.

Beds, doctors, nurses...

You're talking about money.

It can cost up to
$20,000 a day

to keep a patient
in the ICU.

The most difficult
decision we make

as doctors is deciding
who will benefit

from critical care
and who will not.

Oh, and you've decided
my wife won't.

No, we will continue
to care for your wife...

But she's not worth
$20,000 a day.

She'll be admitted
and given antibiotics.

Even though she needs
a lot more than that.

We will...
provide your wife

with the care
that's best for her.

But not the best care.

Hey, Doc.

Are you playing me here?

What?

Are you stalling so
your buddy's B.A.

drops low enough
to squeeze by.

Because I can demand
another doctor.

Hell, I can get a nurse
to do this.

No, no, its nothing
like that, all right?

Like I told you,
I know this guy.

Yeah, yeah,
we've established that.

Okay, look, his son
works here as a volunteer.

He's a good kid trying to
make something of himself.

I mean, how many
teenage boys you know

volunteer
at the hospital?

I just don't want him
seeing his father
like this.

Just give me a few minutes
to get rid of him.

Then I'll do the
blood draw myself, okay?

You got five minutes
before I grab a nurse.

All right, deal.

All right.

All right,
let's do this.

Hey, thanks
for waiting, man.

Really appreciate it.

( sighs )

Did you see KJ?

Yeah, I sent him
on a run.

All right, man, you're going
to feel a little stick here.

You need to initial
the vial.

Oh, could you
hand me my pen?

Thanks.

There you go.

All right.

GALLANT:
I think

you're going
to like Rogan.

He's a crazy dude
from Chicago.

Talks a mile
a minute.

Knows more dirty jokes

than anybody
I've ever met.

What happened
to him?

Roadside bomb...
took some shrapnel.

He was one
of our supply truck drivers,

although he'd tell
the female nurses

that he was a terrain
transport pilot.

And what did you
tell the nurses?

I told them
I had a girl back at home.

Good answer.

So where's
the party, man?

Mike...
I figured

you'd have a nurse
on each knee by now.

What, you losing
your touch?

This is, uh,
my wife, Neela.

Hello.

I got married.

Can you believe it?

We did it in a day.

They won't let me go back.

You're a doctor.

Can you talk to them, Mike?

Can you tell them

I need to go back.

I need you
to help me.

Yeah, man, what...
whatever you need.

Whatever you need.

Okay, we have Jell-O,
yogurt, soup,

French fries,

and ice cream.
Wow.

Looks like it comes
from the bottom

of the healthy food pyramid.

More like the basement.

Uh, I'll stick
with ice cream.

Okay.

Now, I got you vanilla

'cause the chocolate
dispenser is broken, so...

That's okay.
Chocolate gives me zits.

Yeah... it used to be
French fries for me.

Listen, Zoe, um...
your father's not at work

and the police are out
looking for him.

So, are you in touch
with your sister?

Um, we send e-mails

and I call her
from Donna's house sometimes.

Okay, do you think
you could stay with her?

I have no way of getting
out there.

Let me deal with that.

Let's call Jen

and ask her if you can
live with her, okay?

You probably wish
you never met me, right?

No.

Although it would've
been easier

if I'd met you four
or five years from now.

So, crib, cradle,
changing table...

Do you really need
a special table

for changing a baby?

Why can't we change him
in the crib?

What?

Stroller... we need
two car seats.

Two?

Yes, one for your car,
one for my car.

Oh, right.

Oh. right.

We need two
of everything.

We need a crib
for your place

and a crib
for my place,

and a changing table
for your place...

I can still... I can still
change him in a crib.

Yeah, and what
if she pees while
you're changing her

and soaks
the mattress?

Okay, so,
if we have twins,

we're going to need
to have four of everything?

I'm not having twins.

Uh, identical twins
run in my family.

Are you kidding me?

What? I mean,
chances are really small.

If your mutant Croatian seed
causes me to have twins...

Look at it from the sunny side.

If we have a custody fight,

each one of us is gonna take
a kid.

Identical twins.

Hey... exactly the same.

Got it. Yeah.

Morris needs help
with an L.P.,

disimpactions still
waiting in Curtain Three,

and I swear the kid
in Curtain Two
looks like measles.

My dislocated shoulder is still
in the hallway

looking for love...
Okay, wait, wait,
stop, stop, stop.

At the very least,

you have to prioritize
these for me

when it's this insane
in here.

You're kidding, right?

It's dead in here today.

We haven't had a single trauma.

Dr. Dubenko.

Mr. Venema,
what's this?

It's for my wife.

We'll see if Morris
can do some of this.

He's not
an attending.

No, Mr. Venema, this isn't
exactly what I meant.

You said $20,000 a day
for the ICU, right?

That's a check for $87,000.

That's all I have.
It'll buy my wife

four days, right?

I can't take this.

Why not? It's a
cashier's check.

It's not just about
the money, Mr. Venema.

We can't put your wife
in the ICU.

There are patients who need
the ICU more than she does.

What are you saying?

There's not enough money
to save my wife?

I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Venema.

I can't take your money and
there's nothing more I can do.

I need you to sign off
on a diverticular abscess.

What was that
all about?

Nothing.

PRATT:
So what's the verdict?

His blood alcohol
came back negative.

That's what
I've been telling you.

I've been doing this
a long time.

I'm not usually wrong
about these things.

Make sure you pay
that ticket.

Thanks, man.
I owe you.

You need some help.

You did help me, man.
I appreciate it.

It won't happen again,
I promise.

I know it won't
happen again

because you're going
to stop drinking

and get yourself
in a program today.

A program?

You need some help, D.

Look, you almost
hit a cop.

Hey, I got your truffles.

What are you doing here?

I was
in the neighborhood.

Doing what?

I asked him
to stop by.

Did you get something
while you were out?

Yeah, I stopped by the
food court in the Water Tower.

Okay, go check in
at the admit desk.

See if they need you
to make any lab runs.

And I'll take that.

I'll pick you up
after work, okay?

All right.

Look, there's
an AA meeting

every night at
the community center
where Olivia works.

Just go down there, okay?

Promise me.
All right, I will.

All right?
Yeah.
I'll work something out.

All right.

Yo, Pratt, Pratt, Pratt.

Please, man,
I need this, okay?

I haven't been
with a woman in months.

I'm not giving you
any tips on dating
black chicks.

I'm not just asking you
because you're black.

I m asking you because
you're the coolest guy I know.

And you're my friend and...

And what?

It's just not easy for me
when it comes to women,

especially once it gets going,
because of my condition.

What condition?
Stupidity?

No, I have... I have
supernumary thelium.

What?

Morris, what...?

Wait, what are
you doing, man?

You've got extra nipples.

Yeah, shh.

Red hair, porcelain skin
and four nipples.

Do you know what gym class
was like for me growing up?

"Hey, nipple boy.

"Here, here, little piggy.

Look, it's
the Ugly Suckling."

I heard 'em all.

What, we don't knock?

On a curtain?

What are you guys doing
with my patient anyway?

Nothing. Morris was
just showing me his
extra set of nipples.

Oh, my God,
I can't believe

you just violated
my doctor-patient privilege.

I'm not your doctor, Morris,

and you sure as hell
ain't my patient.

Whoa, look at those.

That is freaky.

You should get them
all pierced.

Wear them like chain mail.

Look, guys,
I need your help.

I need some money.

How much?

Whatever you got.
I'll cover it.

GALLANT:
I walk into the supply tent
one night, right?

And he's filling an inflatable
sex doll with helium.

I look up
and there's a bunch of them

already floating
on the ceiling.

How or where he got them
into the country,

I don't even know.

But in true Rogan
fashion, he recruits me

and we let them launch
at the first light.

( laughing )

A dozen naked sex dolls

floating off
over the desert at dawn.

( laughter continues )

We're supposed to be
at the apartment at 3:00.

Hey, man, uh...

Listen, I got to get going,
okay?

Okay, Rogan?

I'll swing by
in a couple of days.

Why do I have
to do this?

Why can't you try
it yourself?

Ah... here, turn around.

( laughing )

Just play with your toy.

Can I help you?

Oh, no, we're
just looking.

SALESLADY:
That's really cute, isn't it?

Yeah.

So, are you looking for a gift
or is this for you?

It's for me... us.

We're having
a baby...together.

Is this going to be your first?

Yeah.

It's got two bedrooms,
two underground parking spaces,

washer-dryer,
storage facilities

and there's a workout room
in the building.

You don't like it?

How can I not like it?

I haven't even
seen it yet.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

If you don't think Rogan's
getting the best care possible,

maybe you could arrange

for one of the county
neurologists to see him.

( sighs )

Yeah, uh...

It's not Rogan.

It's me.

I want to go back.

To the hospital?

To Iraq.

What?!

You're joking, right?

Michael, I know it's difficult
seeing your friends and all

those soldiers like that,
but you know going back

is not going to change
what happened to them.

No, no, but I can help
prevent other guys

from ending up like
that... or worse.

Okay, okay, we'll talk
about this later,

after you've had time
to think about it.

I've already been thinking
about it for weeks, Neela.

Without bothering to tell me?

Listen, I left people
over there, okay?

People who need me.

Well, I need you.

Not like they do.

Oh, my God, Michael,

I can't believe we're
having this conversation.

Mr. and Mrs. Gallant, right?

Yeah.

I'm Dorothy.
Come in. Come in.

You're going to love this place.

It's perfect for newlyweds.

I understand
your wife is a doctor, Michael.

That's exciting.

What do you do?

I'm, uh, I'm a
doctor as well.

In the Army.

The Army! Really.

This place won't last long,
so what do you think?

Why don't you kids
take your time,

and call me after
you've talked it over.

Just close the door behind
you when you leave.

Wow, look at these.

If I get this big, I think
I'm gonna kill myself.

Women look the most beautiful
when they're pregnant.

You're such a liar.

No, I'm serious.

Oh, crap

What?

It's Debbie Dockins
from the pharmacy.

Who?

Don't look. If she
spots the two of us

in a baby store together,
holding bags of stuff,

she's gonna
tell everybody.

I don't even know who she is.

She knows who you are.
I don't think so.

Oh, Luka, every woman
who works in the hospital

knows who you are, trust me.

Okay.

Let's go.

I'm trying these on.

Uh... Her back's bothering her.

How long we going
to stay in here?

Just until she leaves.

When will that be?

I don't know. Shh.

Don't "shh" me.

Shh.
Don't shh...

Shh.

We're hiding in...

We should stop.

You started this one.

Hey, wait a minute!
Hold it. Hold it.

Oh, no, no, no.
What are you doing?

It's okay, Mr. Venema.
It's okay.

No, it's not.
I told you not to do this.

It's okay, Mr. Venema.
We're moving her to St. Rafe's.

It's a private hospital.

They've agreed to
treat her sepsis.

In the ICU?

Yes. Yes.

They have an
excellent reputation

and I've already spoken
with the attending there.

Who do I give the check to?

You, d...,
They'll bill you.

Really?

How can I thank you?

Enjoy the time you have left
with your wife.

You're a good doctor.

And a good man.

Okay, well, you should go,

because they're,
they're, they're gonna have

a lot of forms
for you to fill out there.

I hope that's homework.

It's not.

You need a ride home?

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

He said he may be
running a little bit late.

He's got some meeting.

Good. Well, you know,
it's good that he called

to tell you he's
going to be late.

Thanks for helping
him out today.

I saw him with the cops.

Whoa, KJ. Wait.

It was a misunderstanding.

Always is.

You look like you
need some help from me.

I'm looking for Archie.

Oh, well, what was he
brought in for?

No, he works here.

I think he's
in charge of everything

Tamara?

Hey.
Hi.

I'm sorry.
I know I'm way early.

No, no, no,
it's, it's okay.

It's nice to finally
meet you in person.

Wow. You, you're tall.

But, no, it's cool.

I-I, I like tall.

Oh, I'm sorry. This is, uh,
this is my dawg Pratt.

What?

It's Greg.

Nice to meet you, Greg.

So, um, you want
to hang out

in the doctors' lounge
while I finish up?

Or I-I could take you
on a tour of the place.

Oh, a tour
would be nice.
Great.

Yeah, but, Archie,
I mean, what about

your supernumerary
thelium?

It sounds serious.

Yeah, I can come back later

if you've got
surgery or something.

Uh... no, no, it's...

not a... it's not
a patient.

It's, uh...

It's me.

I'm, I'm sorry.

I-I don't want
to waste your time.

I should have said
something earlier,

but I didn't want
to scare you off

and it's always awkward.

What the hell? You know...

I have extra nipples.

Okay? There I said it.

Excuse me?

Yeah. One, two, three, four.
There you go.

Really?

I have... six toes
on my left foot.

Get out.

Let me see.

You going to show me
your nipples?

MORRIS:
Oh, I like
the way you think.

Okay, you'll need
to remove your cast.

Any ER can do that.

Now, there's an
electronic ticket

waiting for you
at the airport.

It's an Alaskan
Airways flight

that leaves at 7:30.

What about my clothes?

Oh, what about
my school?
Okay, do
you have

the keys to
your house?
Yeah.

Okay, give them to me.

I'll pack up your stuff and
send it to your sister.

Now, once you get
to San Francisco

you need to contact
your school, so they

can transfer your
grades and stuff.

But if we do that, won't
my dad be able to find me?

Have everything sent to
me and I'll forward it.

Now, uh, here's some
cash for the cab

and, uh, something
to get you started.

Ray, I can't take your money.

Sure you can.

Besides, not all
of it's mine.

I convinced some of the
richer docs to pitch in.

( crying )

Hey. Hey, hey.

It's gonna be okay.

You're going to live
with your sister,

and Frisco is
a great city.

Come with me.

Zoe, You know I can't do that.

I'll be 18 in three years.

Yeah. Then you'll have
forgotten all about me.

No, I won't.

MAN:
Zoe!

Zoe, get in th...
Zoe, honey,
no, no, no, no, no.

Wait, wait, wait.
Get in.

I just want to talk to you.
Zoe, I just...

Come on, open...
Open the door!

Zoe, I want to talk...!

Zoe! Zoe, wait! Zoe!

She's gone.

I'm going to kill you.

I don't think so.

First one was free, pal.

Now, your daughter's gone
and she ain't ever coming back.

If you bother me
or her again,

I'm just going to have to use
my extensive medical knowledge

to mess you up real bad,
you got that?

I thought you joined the Army

so that they'd pay
for medical school.

I did. I did.

And you put
your time in.

Yes, I put my time in,
but there's more to it.

More to what?

Look, Neela, I don't
expect you to understand.

Well, then explain it
to me, Michael

because I really want
to understand this.

You know,
something happens over there.

I just...

I had a purpose over there.

My life had some clarity.

I just cannot
abandon those guys.

But you can abandon me?

Look...

I understand there's
a camaraderie

with those that
you serve with

and I respect that,
I do.

If you still
feel the need

to experience that,
you can volunteer

at the VA hospital.

It's not the same thing.

Neela, there is
a war going on.

People might like
to forget that,

but I can't.

And I can't...

I can't live with myself

if I don't go back.

Well, then, we'll both go.

I'll volunteer
with an NGO or something.

Neela, it is too
dangerous over there.

Oh, it's too dangerous for me,
but it's okay for you?

What a load of crap.

Neela, I am a
soldier, remember?

And you're also a husband--
remember that?

You asked me to marry you.

You looked
into my eyes

and asked me to be your wife
and to share a life together.

We took vows,

Michael, I mean,

what the hell
was all that, a whim?

That was not a whim.

I thought I could
do this, Neela.

I thought of nothing else

but coming home
and making a life with you.

I have tried
to make it work,

but I just...

( sighs )

I just can't stay here,

knowing what's
going on over there.

Neela, I am sorry.

You...

You know how much
that I love you.

You know, if you did...

you wouldn't do this.

And if you loved me, you would
understand that I have to.

Well, maybe
that's the problem.

I love you,
but I still don't know you.