Kingdom Hospital (2004): Season 1, Episode 3 - Goodbye Kiss - full transcript
After Dr. Hook is convinced he saw Mary, Mrs. Druse persuades him to find the child's doll. Imprisoned murder Rolf Pederson poisons himself in order to escape capture after being nursed back to health. Chief of Neurosurgery Dr. Stegman faces a harrowing battle when one of his patients is left a vegetable after surgery.
Dr. Hook? Are you all right?
- Dr. Hook?
- Fine.
I'm fine, Mrs. D.
Did you find anything?
Yes.
A doll.
I want to see it!
I dropped it.
Please come down.
- Please, because we must get it.
- In a minute, Mrs. Druse.
Just give me a minute.
Yeah. Rot in hell, Counsellor.
"And blessed be the fruit." Okay.
Dear Rolf, I'm waiting for you, honey.
I'll be there for you every single day.
And even though I know
you don't believe it...
your Lord and Saviour will be there for you
every day as well.
I know you didn't do nothing wrong.
And if you did, well, it was for us.
Yeah. Rot in hell, Harriet.
I'm praying for you, honey.
And I love you so much.
Harriet.
PS. ; I did like you asked me.
See you soon.
The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women...
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
The Lord is with thee.
Pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our deaths. Amen.
Amen.
Okay, baby, I'm coming.
I'm coming, baby. Here I come.
I'm coming.
I love you, baby.
Mrs. Druse, I'd like to introduce you
to my friends, Abel and Christa.
Hello. It's lovely to meet both of you.
Are you brother and sister?
- We're all brothers.
- We're all sisters.
That's very Christian.
How do you always know
exactly what to bring?
- Listen, can you open...
- Car two.
Always car two.
- Her dolly.
- The little girl's dolly.
What little girl?
Can you reach it, Christa?
It's handmade.
And it's very, very old.
If you could talk, what would you say?
Got your lunch, Rolf.
Sooie, pig, pig!
Hey, we got a problem here.
We've got a problem with Petersen.
He's got the place to himself again, I see.
Elmer just took Hooman
down to the morgue.
That one didn't last long.
- Isn't he Hook's patient?
- He asked me to check in on him.
So what's his deal?
These numbers don't look exactly terrific.
He woke up. Even talked to his wife.
But now he's fading again.
- It looked good for a while.
- Where's the wife?
Dr. James put her up
in one of the Kingdom apartments.
She went back for a while.
She was exhausted.
At least he's not paralysed.
- How many miracles do you want in a day?
- As many as we can get.
- You want to come along, Carrie?
- Of course, Dr. Draper.
What did you see, Dr. Hook?
- What did you see on top of that elevator?
- I'm not sure.
I think you are.
Was it the little girl?
I thought I saw...
a young child, yes,
clinging to the cables. But that...
It's impossible.
Is this impossible?
That little girl needs help.
She's calling out for it.
You must have felt that.
I want to find her, Dr. Hook.
I want to help her,
but I need you to help me.
Can you get me readmitted?
Steg would have a heart attack.
And wouldn't that be a shame.
God forgive me.
Man, this sucks!
Why did we have to get a call...
with the wagon
full of your brother's stereo equipment?
Because squeeze happens, bro.
Seriously. Sorry about
the stereo components, dude.
Man, his eyes are bulging
right out of his skull.
Pupils?
It's like two piss holes in a snowbank.
It's scaring the hell out of me.
Hang in there, little buddy. Seven minutes.
You got an airway?
Negative. He's grinning like the Joker
in Batman. I can't do it.
What are you doing? Turn that off.
How can it be on? There's no power.
Look out!
Every time I turn up the O2,
I'm getting more bass out of the woofer.
He's doing the watusi.
I'll have to slow him down.
Valium might do it
if he's given himself a strychnine p.o.
How can it be on?
- Where'd it go?
- What are you doing?
- Did you see that?
- What?
This guy's going to aspirate
a bolus of barfola!
This is the last time
I help you do your brother a favour.
Tube him!
It's like trying to tube a timber hitch.
Just go. You want to drive? Drive!
- You sure you want to get involved in this?
- After what Steg pulled? Are you kidding?
- I'll get James.
- Do you think that's necessary?
Under the circumstances?
Yes.
What's that, dear?
Novocain.
ABC?
Airway's shut tight.
Is "B" for breathing or barf?
Circulation, probably not.
So I'll guess "D," none of the above.
Remember that Raver kid we had?
Had the bad batch of LSD
cut with strychnine?
This guy could be his chemical big brother.
What a trip. Get him in Trauma 1.
Elmer, we'll roto-root, lavage,
and stuff his belly full of charcoal.
Public enemy number 1.
- You want to help?
- I'm booked.
Do everybody a favour. Let him die.
So let me just say in closing, I've never
been involved in a project so exciting...
as Operation Morning Air. We...
Dr. Hook is here to see you.
He says it's urgent.
Urgent? Goodness. Send him in.
Wonderful to see you.
I have some new Morning Air stickers,
and I'd like your opinion.
Maybe later. Right now
I have a patient for admission.
I'd like you to sign off on the paperwork.
- I hardly think that's necessary.
- Under the circumstances, maybe.
Steg asked me to sign her out,
and I was going to, but...
she's taken a turn for the worse.
Oh, dear. How bad is it?
She may have suffered a small stroke.
The side of her face is numb and sagging.
- Is she coherent?
- Yes, but if you could just come.
Right away.
If the Valium doesn't loosen him up,
we'll switch to Versed.
Hold on, honey pie.
We need you to show us how to make the
turn into his stomach instead of his lungs.
Not today. Not this one. Please?
That would be the trachea.
His eyes...
His eyeballs are bleeding.
Dr. James, thank you so much for coming.
We didn't want to disturb you...
- but Hook thought it might be better...
- It's what I'm here for. Where is...
Mrs. Druse, are you all right?
I'm fine, dear.
It's just that...
my waterworks...
are just a little slow, that's all.
Mrs. Druse presented yesterday...
with pins and needles
and numbness of the right arm.
And now do you notice
how the mouth sags a little?
Goodness, yes.
It's like I got Novocain at the dentist.
And feel my arm, Doctor.
Goodness, that's cold.
I can barely feel it.
- Have you done a pin test?
- Yes.
I think a CT scan is warranted.
Perhaps another MRI.
Definitely an MRI.
I'd like to have Mrs. Druse admitted
for observation, two days at the least.
- Maybe a week.
- Perhaps even 10 days.
Oh, yeah.
Dr. Stegman won't like the expense.
Dr. Stegman has other worries today,
I'm afraid.
Mona Klingerman's mother.
I'm Renee Klingerman. When is...
- my daughter's doctor expected?
- Dr. Stegman will be here at 4:00.
Good. I'd like to see Mona's chart
before I meet him.
What is it?
What are you dreaming of?
Peter, what is going on with you?
Honey?
Peter.
Hey, buddy.
Long time no see.
What are you?
Different things to different people.
You just remember, I do you a solid,
you do me a solid.
That's how it works.
You saved my life.
- And you got me out of that halo.
- I did more than that.
I saved the quality of your life.
But you're not out of the woods yet.
You're getting a new roommate.
I'd watch out for him, if I were you.
How's that one?
A loading dose of strychnine.
A dirty rat who got into some rat poison.
Aspiration's his main problem now.
Seems the dirty rat's girlfriend
sent him the stuff in prison.
Took her own share. A suicide pact.
Unlike Rolf here, she made it.
Here we go, Mama. Hop on in.
Nonsense, Bobby.
Your mama has work to do.
Little girl.
Little girl?
If you're here, bring motion.
She's not here.
Of course she's not here.
Why would she be in this room?
I'll start in the basement,
and I'll take her doll...
'cause she'll be looking for her doll.
You can't go wandering
around the hospital on your own.
No? Then you come with me.
- Mama.
- Come along.
The old lady has begun searching.
- Will she find the little girl?
- The little girl's with the dead.
- That's spooky.
- Yes, it is spooky.
She may find the other one.
- The bad boy?
- The bad boy.
Look at this idiocy.
- All gone.
- Thank you.
Mrs. Druse, Bobby.
- Hey, Johnny.
- Like the purse.
Debonair, but sleek.
Maintenance.
- That's not your job.
- No, Steg, I'm fine.
All I did was answer the phone.
It is my job.
This is Dr. Stegman in Neuroscience.
The earthquake has rendered my office
a shambles.
I need someone
to put it right immediately, please.
Look, Doc, that sounds like Housekeeping.
Dial 42.
- No, I want you to do it.
- I'm kind of busy.
- Is this Goode? John B. Goode?
- Hawke.
Johnny's out for the day with his teeth.
Listen, Doc, I'm really kind of busy here.
Just dial 42...
and they'll look after you.
Listen to me. In Boston, they would...
This is Lewiston, Maine,
or didn't you notice?
- Look, I insist that...
- Have a nice day, Doc.
See? All better.
Mama fixed it.
See, mama fix office...
now mama fix Steg.
Kiss it and make it all better.
God, Brenda, I despair of this place.
The head of the hospital is brainless,
and the staff are morons...
and Hook defies me at every turn.
Steg, you have to calm down...
and you must make an effort to get along.
Now they want me to join
this idiotic organisation:
The Keepers of the Kingdom.
Yeah.
Oh, God.
Listen, this meeting
with the Klingerman girl's mother?
This foolish woman is making noises
about going to the licensing board.
Hasn't anybody ever told her...
that if you go prospecting around
in a person's nut...
sometimes things happen?
But, see, if things should go badly...
the Keepers may be able to help you.
Yeah?
You are a great man, Steg. You are a genius.
A genius can see far...
even from the shoulders of little men.
If you should run into problems
with Mona's mother...
for the Keepers...
such problems sometimes go away.
Are you tired, Mama?
- Would you like a wheelchair?
- Yes, dear, that would be nice.
Wait here for me.
I don't want to go looking for you
all over the hospital.
Okay, Bobby. Yes, of course.
Little girl?
If you're here, give me a sign.
You are here.
You are.
I know you're here.
Give me a word, little girl.
Help me.
Who are you? You're no child.
What are you?
Druse.
Look at me, honey.
Please, look at Mama.
What's that son of a bitch done to you?
- Your turn.
- We share.
Yes, we do.
Patients and doctors expected to share
the elevator. Ridiculous.
Don't you think?
It's not that way at Boston General,
I'll tell you that.
I got it from Housekeeping.
Keep it.
Don't they have mag cards
at Boston General?
Bobby, thank you. I am so tired.
At least you made contact
with the little girl, Mama.
It sounded like a little girl,
but I'm not sure it was her.
- Then who?
- I don't know, Bobby. I'm scared.
Then stop.
It's too late.
Whatever spoke to me knows who I am.
Mama.
Bobby, please take me to my room.
I'm really tired.
The Klingerman chart, please.
Mrs. Klingerman is still here.
I was gonna page you.
Yes, I had a few tasks to perform.
I know that may seem strange
to the Mrs. Klingermans of the world...
but it's true.
Nurse Von Trier, come with me, please.
- How can I help?
- Well, by listening.
In situations like this...
it's best to have an impartial witness
to the conversation.
A little more, darling. Can you?
That's good, honey.
Can you say "good"?
- Hello, Mrs. Klingerman, I'm Dr. Stegman...
- I know who you are.
You were supposed to be here at 4:00.
I'm sorry. Things came up.
We don't have enough qualified doctors
to go around, unfortunately...
and illness sucks,
as a young friend of mine likes to say.
How's Mona doing tonight?
Sweet little Mona.
She used to be an "A" student, Dr. Stegman.
Did you know that?
I just wanted to offer a few comments
and observations...
about your daughter's surgery...
Her face is the only comment I need.
She used to be an "A" student.
Now she can't eat. She wears a diaper.
God help me, I almost wish you'd killed her
instead of only ruining her!
No, please, Mrs. Klingerman,
we mustn't be so negative.
Mona does have a long road ahead of her,
but she is alive.
And in time, with proper rehabilitation...
she'll be able to learn a great deal.
- Really?
- Absolutely. Of course.
There will be times...
when she'll be able to perform
lots of functions.
Housework, for example.
- Did you say "housework"?
- Yeah.
The repetitive functions...
of setting a table, for example...
and making a bed...
is fully within her cognitive scope.
Unfortunately, vacuuming will probably
always be beyond her...
Dr. Stegman, I think that perhaps,
for the meantime...
it would be best for...
My husband and I have retained the services
of a law firm, Dr. Stegman.
We're told they're the best
medical malpractice lawyers...
in the state.
Perhaps, when they're done with you...
you can get a job vacuuming.
During the concluding phase
of your daughter's surgery...
we had to remove more healthy brain tissue
than we would have liked.
That's because we were trying
to completely remove the cyst.
I was being assisted by a young fellow.
I wouldn't call him incompetent,
but overzealous, perhaps...
a little aggressive.
But these things happen
in the field of neurosurgery...
from time to time.
But these innuendos that I had...
Don't be silly!
This isn't an innuendo.
It's an accusation!
You butchered my daughter's brain!
And very soon...
you'll be facing
the same accusation in court!
Are you getting all this? I hope you are.
Mrs. Klingerman, Dr. Stegman...
Medical malpractice lawyer,
the meddy-mals, yeah.
The vampires. Always there.
Always willing to assure
the grieving parents...
that there's no such thing as fate,
only bad doctors!
At Boston General...
At Boston General, you killed a woman
with a garden-variety meningioma...
by continuing to operate,
when your own anaesthesiologist told you...
her blood pressure had fallen
dangerously low!
That is a damned lie!
I was doing a thorough job!
No, that is why you're here, Doctor...
at the only hospital, God knows why...
that still believed in you.
And my Mona...
you cut into the wrong side of her brain,
didn't you?
Right? Left? Left? Right?
Do you know the difference?
Do you even care?
Who told you such a monstrous lie?
Someone who was there.
Someone who will repeat it in court.
Let me tell you, after that jury comes in...
I promise you,
you will never have the opportunity...
to hurt another child.
And your next job...
Now, if you'll excuse me...
I would like to continue feeding...
my future housekeeper.
- Here we have a patient's mother...
- There you are.
...an expert, no doubt,
at writing invitations...
to charity events at country clubs...
accusing the author of over 17 scholarly
articles in the field of neurosurgery...
of malpractice?
Madam, I have opened
a few skulls in my time!
I've cracked my share of nuts.
I've saved more than my share of lives.
Even in this godforsaken patch
of nowhere...
there's such a thing
as defamation of character!
So you sue. Sure, you go ahead!
You be my guest.
I will countersue you the next day,
the next hour...
and when my lawyers
are finished with you, madam...
Leave us alone!
Peter, wake up.
Please, wake up.
- Who are you?
- My name is Mary.
Why do you look so sad?
I lost my dolly.
Is that all?
I'm afraid.
Who are you afraid of, honey?
Of him!
- Leave her alone.
- Leave it alone, short time. Butt out.
That'd be my advice.
She's not the only one who has a bell.
- Help me!
- How?
Let Antibus help you!
Who the hell...
No. Come back.
I don't believe this.
How are you doing, champ?
Sleeping the sleep of the just?
Can I get a little help over here, Elmer?
Of course.
This place is crazy.
You've got to find the little girl.
She and her pet, whatever it is,
saved my life...
and now she's in trouble.
Thank you, dear.
It's a shame about Mr. Stillmach, isn't it?
Lenny? What about Lenny?
He's taken a turn for the worst.
Dr. Haven says he's going. Probably tonight.
You know what? You can take this.
Thank you, anyway.
Okay.
Good night, Dr. Stegman.
Elvis has left the building.
Who did this?
Maine hick scum!
How dare you!
There will be reprisals for this!
Reprisal!
- Dr. Hook?
- Fine.
I'm fine, Mrs. D.
Did you find anything?
Yes.
A doll.
I want to see it!
I dropped it.
Please come down.
- Please, because we must get it.
- In a minute, Mrs. Druse.
Just give me a minute.
Yeah. Rot in hell, Counsellor.
"And blessed be the fruit." Okay.
Dear Rolf, I'm waiting for you, honey.
I'll be there for you every single day.
And even though I know
you don't believe it...
your Lord and Saviour will be there for you
every day as well.
I know you didn't do nothing wrong.
And if you did, well, it was for us.
Yeah. Rot in hell, Harriet.
I'm praying for you, honey.
And I love you so much.
Harriet.
PS. ; I did like you asked me.
See you soon.
The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women...
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
The Lord is with thee.
Pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our deaths. Amen.
Amen.
Okay, baby, I'm coming.
I'm coming, baby. Here I come.
I'm coming.
I love you, baby.
Mrs. Druse, I'd like to introduce you
to my friends, Abel and Christa.
Hello. It's lovely to meet both of you.
Are you brother and sister?
- We're all brothers.
- We're all sisters.
That's very Christian.
How do you always know
exactly what to bring?
- Listen, can you open...
- Car two.
Always car two.
- Her dolly.
- The little girl's dolly.
What little girl?
Can you reach it, Christa?
It's handmade.
And it's very, very old.
If you could talk, what would you say?
Got your lunch, Rolf.
Sooie, pig, pig!
Hey, we got a problem here.
We've got a problem with Petersen.
He's got the place to himself again, I see.
Elmer just took Hooman
down to the morgue.
That one didn't last long.
- Isn't he Hook's patient?
- He asked me to check in on him.
So what's his deal?
These numbers don't look exactly terrific.
He woke up. Even talked to his wife.
But now he's fading again.
- It looked good for a while.
- Where's the wife?
Dr. James put her up
in one of the Kingdom apartments.
She went back for a while.
She was exhausted.
At least he's not paralysed.
- How many miracles do you want in a day?
- As many as we can get.
- You want to come along, Carrie?
- Of course, Dr. Draper.
What did you see, Dr. Hook?
- What did you see on top of that elevator?
- I'm not sure.
I think you are.
Was it the little girl?
I thought I saw...
a young child, yes,
clinging to the cables. But that...
It's impossible.
Is this impossible?
That little girl needs help.
She's calling out for it.
You must have felt that.
I want to find her, Dr. Hook.
I want to help her,
but I need you to help me.
Can you get me readmitted?
Steg would have a heart attack.
And wouldn't that be a shame.
God forgive me.
Man, this sucks!
Why did we have to get a call...
with the wagon
full of your brother's stereo equipment?
Because squeeze happens, bro.
Seriously. Sorry about
the stereo components, dude.
Man, his eyes are bulging
right out of his skull.
Pupils?
It's like two piss holes in a snowbank.
It's scaring the hell out of me.
Hang in there, little buddy. Seven minutes.
You got an airway?
Negative. He's grinning like the Joker
in Batman. I can't do it.
What are you doing? Turn that off.
How can it be on? There's no power.
Look out!
Every time I turn up the O2,
I'm getting more bass out of the woofer.
He's doing the watusi.
I'll have to slow him down.
Valium might do it
if he's given himself a strychnine p.o.
How can it be on?
- Where'd it go?
- What are you doing?
- Did you see that?
- What?
This guy's going to aspirate
a bolus of barfola!
This is the last time
I help you do your brother a favour.
Tube him!
It's like trying to tube a timber hitch.
Just go. You want to drive? Drive!
- You sure you want to get involved in this?
- After what Steg pulled? Are you kidding?
- I'll get James.
- Do you think that's necessary?
Under the circumstances?
Yes.
What's that, dear?
Novocain.
ABC?
Airway's shut tight.
Is "B" for breathing or barf?
Circulation, probably not.
So I'll guess "D," none of the above.
Remember that Raver kid we had?
Had the bad batch of LSD
cut with strychnine?
This guy could be his chemical big brother.
What a trip. Get him in Trauma 1.
Elmer, we'll roto-root, lavage,
and stuff his belly full of charcoal.
Public enemy number 1.
- You want to help?
- I'm booked.
Do everybody a favour. Let him die.
So let me just say in closing, I've never
been involved in a project so exciting...
as Operation Morning Air. We...
Dr. Hook is here to see you.
He says it's urgent.
Urgent? Goodness. Send him in.
Wonderful to see you.
I have some new Morning Air stickers,
and I'd like your opinion.
Maybe later. Right now
I have a patient for admission.
I'd like you to sign off on the paperwork.
- I hardly think that's necessary.
- Under the circumstances, maybe.
Steg asked me to sign her out,
and I was going to, but...
she's taken a turn for the worse.
Oh, dear. How bad is it?
She may have suffered a small stroke.
The side of her face is numb and sagging.
- Is she coherent?
- Yes, but if you could just come.
Right away.
If the Valium doesn't loosen him up,
we'll switch to Versed.
Hold on, honey pie.
We need you to show us how to make the
turn into his stomach instead of his lungs.
Not today. Not this one. Please?
That would be the trachea.
His eyes...
His eyeballs are bleeding.
Dr. James, thank you so much for coming.
We didn't want to disturb you...
- but Hook thought it might be better...
- It's what I'm here for. Where is...
Mrs. Druse, are you all right?
I'm fine, dear.
It's just that...
my waterworks...
are just a little slow, that's all.
Mrs. Druse presented yesterday...
with pins and needles
and numbness of the right arm.
And now do you notice
how the mouth sags a little?
Goodness, yes.
It's like I got Novocain at the dentist.
And feel my arm, Doctor.
Goodness, that's cold.
I can barely feel it.
- Have you done a pin test?
- Yes.
I think a CT scan is warranted.
Perhaps another MRI.
Definitely an MRI.
I'd like to have Mrs. Druse admitted
for observation, two days at the least.
- Maybe a week.
- Perhaps even 10 days.
Oh, yeah.
Dr. Stegman won't like the expense.
Dr. Stegman has other worries today,
I'm afraid.
Mona Klingerman's mother.
I'm Renee Klingerman. When is...
- my daughter's doctor expected?
- Dr. Stegman will be here at 4:00.
Good. I'd like to see Mona's chart
before I meet him.
What is it?
What are you dreaming of?
Peter, what is going on with you?
Honey?
Peter.
Hey, buddy.
Long time no see.
What are you?
Different things to different people.
You just remember, I do you a solid,
you do me a solid.
That's how it works.
You saved my life.
- And you got me out of that halo.
- I did more than that.
I saved the quality of your life.
But you're not out of the woods yet.
You're getting a new roommate.
I'd watch out for him, if I were you.
How's that one?
A loading dose of strychnine.
A dirty rat who got into some rat poison.
Aspiration's his main problem now.
Seems the dirty rat's girlfriend
sent him the stuff in prison.
Took her own share. A suicide pact.
Unlike Rolf here, she made it.
Here we go, Mama. Hop on in.
Nonsense, Bobby.
Your mama has work to do.
Little girl.
Little girl?
If you're here, bring motion.
She's not here.
Of course she's not here.
Why would she be in this room?
I'll start in the basement,
and I'll take her doll...
'cause she'll be looking for her doll.
You can't go wandering
around the hospital on your own.
No? Then you come with me.
- Mama.
- Come along.
The old lady has begun searching.
- Will she find the little girl?
- The little girl's with the dead.
- That's spooky.
- Yes, it is spooky.
She may find the other one.
- The bad boy?
- The bad boy.
Look at this idiocy.
- All gone.
- Thank you.
Mrs. Druse, Bobby.
- Hey, Johnny.
- Like the purse.
Debonair, but sleek.
Maintenance.
- That's not your job.
- No, Steg, I'm fine.
All I did was answer the phone.
It is my job.
This is Dr. Stegman in Neuroscience.
The earthquake has rendered my office
a shambles.
I need someone
to put it right immediately, please.
Look, Doc, that sounds like Housekeeping.
Dial 42.
- No, I want you to do it.
- I'm kind of busy.
- Is this Goode? John B. Goode?
- Hawke.
Johnny's out for the day with his teeth.
Listen, Doc, I'm really kind of busy here.
Just dial 42...
and they'll look after you.
Listen to me. In Boston, they would...
This is Lewiston, Maine,
or didn't you notice?
- Look, I insist that...
- Have a nice day, Doc.
See? All better.
Mama fixed it.
See, mama fix office...
now mama fix Steg.
Kiss it and make it all better.
God, Brenda, I despair of this place.
The head of the hospital is brainless,
and the staff are morons...
and Hook defies me at every turn.
Steg, you have to calm down...
and you must make an effort to get along.
Now they want me to join
this idiotic organisation:
The Keepers of the Kingdom.
Yeah.
Oh, God.
Listen, this meeting
with the Klingerman girl's mother?
This foolish woman is making noises
about going to the licensing board.
Hasn't anybody ever told her...
that if you go prospecting around
in a person's nut...
sometimes things happen?
But, see, if things should go badly...
the Keepers may be able to help you.
Yeah?
You are a great man, Steg. You are a genius.
A genius can see far...
even from the shoulders of little men.
If you should run into problems
with Mona's mother...
for the Keepers...
such problems sometimes go away.
Are you tired, Mama?
- Would you like a wheelchair?
- Yes, dear, that would be nice.
Wait here for me.
I don't want to go looking for you
all over the hospital.
Okay, Bobby. Yes, of course.
Little girl?
If you're here, give me a sign.
You are here.
You are.
I know you're here.
Give me a word, little girl.
Help me.
Who are you? You're no child.
What are you?
Druse.
Look at me, honey.
Please, look at Mama.
What's that son of a bitch done to you?
- Your turn.
- We share.
Yes, we do.
Patients and doctors expected to share
the elevator. Ridiculous.
Don't you think?
It's not that way at Boston General,
I'll tell you that.
I got it from Housekeeping.
Keep it.
Don't they have mag cards
at Boston General?
Bobby, thank you. I am so tired.
At least you made contact
with the little girl, Mama.
It sounded like a little girl,
but I'm not sure it was her.
- Then who?
- I don't know, Bobby. I'm scared.
Then stop.
It's too late.
Whatever spoke to me knows who I am.
Mama.
Bobby, please take me to my room.
I'm really tired.
The Klingerman chart, please.
Mrs. Klingerman is still here.
I was gonna page you.
Yes, I had a few tasks to perform.
I know that may seem strange
to the Mrs. Klingermans of the world...
but it's true.
Nurse Von Trier, come with me, please.
- How can I help?
- Well, by listening.
In situations like this...
it's best to have an impartial witness
to the conversation.
A little more, darling. Can you?
That's good, honey.
Can you say "good"?
- Hello, Mrs. Klingerman, I'm Dr. Stegman...
- I know who you are.
You were supposed to be here at 4:00.
I'm sorry. Things came up.
We don't have enough qualified doctors
to go around, unfortunately...
and illness sucks,
as a young friend of mine likes to say.
How's Mona doing tonight?
Sweet little Mona.
She used to be an "A" student, Dr. Stegman.
Did you know that?
I just wanted to offer a few comments
and observations...
about your daughter's surgery...
Her face is the only comment I need.
She used to be an "A" student.
Now she can't eat. She wears a diaper.
God help me, I almost wish you'd killed her
instead of only ruining her!
No, please, Mrs. Klingerman,
we mustn't be so negative.
Mona does have a long road ahead of her,
but she is alive.
And in time, with proper rehabilitation...
she'll be able to learn a great deal.
- Really?
- Absolutely. Of course.
There will be times...
when she'll be able to perform
lots of functions.
Housework, for example.
- Did you say "housework"?
- Yeah.
The repetitive functions...
of setting a table, for example...
and making a bed...
is fully within her cognitive scope.
Unfortunately, vacuuming will probably
always be beyond her...
Dr. Stegman, I think that perhaps,
for the meantime...
it would be best for...
My husband and I have retained the services
of a law firm, Dr. Stegman.
We're told they're the best
medical malpractice lawyers...
in the state.
Perhaps, when they're done with you...
you can get a job vacuuming.
During the concluding phase
of your daughter's surgery...
we had to remove more healthy brain tissue
than we would have liked.
That's because we were trying
to completely remove the cyst.
I was being assisted by a young fellow.
I wouldn't call him incompetent,
but overzealous, perhaps...
a little aggressive.
But these things happen
in the field of neurosurgery...
from time to time.
But these innuendos that I had...
Don't be silly!
This isn't an innuendo.
It's an accusation!
You butchered my daughter's brain!
And very soon...
you'll be facing
the same accusation in court!
Are you getting all this? I hope you are.
Mrs. Klingerman, Dr. Stegman...
Medical malpractice lawyer,
the meddy-mals, yeah.
The vampires. Always there.
Always willing to assure
the grieving parents...
that there's no such thing as fate,
only bad doctors!
At Boston General...
At Boston General, you killed a woman
with a garden-variety meningioma...
by continuing to operate,
when your own anaesthesiologist told you...
her blood pressure had fallen
dangerously low!
That is a damned lie!
I was doing a thorough job!
No, that is why you're here, Doctor...
at the only hospital, God knows why...
that still believed in you.
And my Mona...
you cut into the wrong side of her brain,
didn't you?
Right? Left? Left? Right?
Do you know the difference?
Do you even care?
Who told you such a monstrous lie?
Someone who was there.
Someone who will repeat it in court.
Let me tell you, after that jury comes in...
I promise you,
you will never have the opportunity...
to hurt another child.
And your next job...
Now, if you'll excuse me...
I would like to continue feeding...
my future housekeeper.
- Here we have a patient's mother...
- There you are.
...an expert, no doubt,
at writing invitations...
to charity events at country clubs...
accusing the author of over 17 scholarly
articles in the field of neurosurgery...
of malpractice?
Madam, I have opened
a few skulls in my time!
I've cracked my share of nuts.
I've saved more than my share of lives.
Even in this godforsaken patch
of nowhere...
there's such a thing
as defamation of character!
So you sue. Sure, you go ahead!
You be my guest.
I will countersue you the next day,
the next hour...
and when my lawyers
are finished with you, madam...
Leave us alone!
Peter, wake up.
Please, wake up.
- Who are you?
- My name is Mary.
Why do you look so sad?
I lost my dolly.
Is that all?
I'm afraid.
Who are you afraid of, honey?
Of him!
- Leave her alone.
- Leave it alone, short time. Butt out.
That'd be my advice.
She's not the only one who has a bell.
- Help me!
- How?
Let Antibus help you!
Who the hell...
No. Come back.
I don't believe this.
How are you doing, champ?
Sleeping the sleep of the just?
Can I get a little help over here, Elmer?
Of course.
This place is crazy.
You've got to find the little girl.
She and her pet, whatever it is,
saved my life...
and now she's in trouble.
Thank you, dear.
It's a shame about Mr. Stillmach, isn't it?
Lenny? What about Lenny?
He's taken a turn for the worst.
Dr. Haven says he's going. Probably tonight.
You know what? You can take this.
Thank you, anyway.
Okay.
Good night, Dr. Stegman.
Elvis has left the building.
Who did this?
Maine hick scum!
How dare you!
There will be reprisals for this!
Reprisal!