Kingdom Hospital (2004): Season 1, Episode 8 - Heartless - full transcript
Attorney Sheldon Fleischer schemes to move himself up the heart donor list. Mutli-millionaire Benton Knight's organs conveniently become available for harvest with a little help from Antubis. Rolf finally gets his comeuppance after attempting to kill Fleischer, who finally gets his new heart, but only after it has been mauled by a dog.
What am I doing here?
I am losing my mind!
Hello?
She's here. She's sleeping.
But are you sure it was her?
On her back?
Describe it.
Yeah, that's her tattoo.
Dr. Traff, please call extension 190.
Dr. Louis Traff, please call extension 190.
I saw your mama on camera yesterday.
Carrying the old doll around.
She had me drive over to the King Hotel
to pick up the earthquake expert's computer.
She says he's turned it into
some kind of earthquake predictor.
Nuts, if you ask me.
- That's probably why she likes him.
- You mean the old rummy they brought in...
with jitterbugs and the creeping Charlies?
Is that Stegman?
Parking his Jag on the heliport?
Has he gone loony, too?
You can't park on the heliport!
When was the last time we had a life flight
come in here? '98? '99?
Well, he could at least ask.
Stegman?
Dr. Gupta, please call Pathology
at extension 023.
Dr. Sonny Gupta, please call...
Pasta? For breakfast?
Mama's not home to cook.
I found this in the freezer last night.
Mother Christmas!
- Sorry, Otto.
- No worries, Bobby.
You know, I liked Mrs. Druse.
She's a little batty, but she's an old soul
with a good heart.
Nat, trust me.
Everything around here is batty...
which is why only the batty
see things clearly.
- Hello, Mrs. Rickman.
- Good morning, you guys.
- But that's a girl's doll.
- Yeah.
If only it could talk.
She's just like you. She can't talk...
but she has stories inside of her.
A permanent marker.
I should sue the bastard.
No, you got off easy.
He obviously knows you took the head.
Maybe Lona told him.
Lona's a sadist. She'd handle the bondage
and discipline herself.
Then maybe Havens found the head.
It still has your glasses on, remember?
Is it still in the locker?
Officer Anderson? We missed you.
So good to see you again.
If that psycho makes one wrong move...
they won't need to call a code.
I vaguely remember seeing her
working somewhere in the firm.
I swear, I never touched her.
Dotty and Eileen both said that the girl's
mother seemed pretty certain of her facts.
I have total amnesia about
what happened in court.
I have no idea what the woman said
during voir dire.
If you have total amnesia about
whatever happened in court...
how do you know she said it
during voir dire?
What's wrong with tall, dark, and fearsome?
It's a horror story.
I don't think you need to hear it.
He looks mighty crispy. Is he going to die?
He was a prisoner.
Then he tried to kill himself, twice.
- Anybody come to see him?
- No.
They said he probably won't make it.
Burns over 40% of his body.
So he's a goner.
He's got no family, he's suicidal.
Kitty, connect the dots.
I'm hanging on by a thread here.
My article's coming out.
New England Journal of Neurology.
If they spell your name wrong, we sue.
Seriously, I can't wait to see the real thing.
We have to wait. It takes a week.
Unless you know somebody
who could get us advance sheets.
Testing me?
Medical Library. Mr. Benjamin Bates, please.
That's affirmative, Kingdom.
Coming in loaded, over.
Clear, Bird of Life One. We copy.
That's right, a life flight coming in
from the coast with a gunshot victim.
Dr. Stegman's Jaguar...
is parked on the helicopter landing pad.
He has to move it now.
Vandals, shmandals, he can't park there.
If you can't find him,
then tow the dang thing off of there.
It's a life flight, ETA 20 minutes,
and counting.
She's just like you.
She can't talk, but she has
stories inside of her.
"Hundreds missing and dead
in Gates Falls Mill fire?"
"The Gates Falls Mill, supplier of uniforms
to the Union Army during the Civil War...
"was burned to the ground yesterday,
November 1, All Souls' Day."
What are you, deaf?
"The mill, which used child labour
in 16-hour shifts...
"to meet the incessant demand
for military uniforms...
"was built by Ebenezer Gottreich in 1850.
"The fire started either in the basement
or on the first floor...
"perhaps as a result of children smoking.
"Most of the adult mill workers got out.
"Sadly, most of the children did not.
"Seven of them are still missing
and searchers fear...
"they were lost in the fire...
"though their remains
are mysteriously missing.
"All Souls' Day, 1869...
"a dark day indeed for Lewiston, Maine."
Then page Stegman again.
And hurry, the tow truck is here.
Dr. Stegman, call security staff.
Another publication.
Another notch in my belt.
I must admit, it always makes
me feel Napoleonic.
I am so proud of you.
- When am I going to see it?
- No, not for at least a week.
The advance sheets are impossible to get.
The Mona anaesthesiology report
that you spilled coffee on...
Yes? Was I naughty?
You were a naughty girl.
You didn't tell me there was a copy.
A copy?
I didn't know.
In Medical Records?
I'm barred from discussing the report...
but if coffee was spilled on the original...
I imagine the same thing
could happen to the copy?
- Couldn't it?
- It could.
If a certain someone...
were to work on his temper...
and be a little more affectionate.
I've solved my parking problem.
Yeah, I'm no longer parking in...
the wretched physicians' lot. No.
- Where will you park?
- You want to see?
No!
It's gone.
Is this the Organ Procurement
and Transplantation Network?
Good.
I have a few organ donor questions.
What kind of a shape does the donor
have to be in...
before you can harvest his organ?
I see. Brain death.
Now how does one arrange that?
No, sorry.
I mean, how does that usually happen?
Look, on this first article has all the names
of the missing children, see.
Mary?
Is she real, or is she just something
that appears in your dreams?
What's real doesn't matter
so much anymore.
Is Mary real? Yes, I think so.
Does she appear in dreams? Yes. I think so.
Yes, she's real or yes, she's in your dream?
Ghost.
I'm sorry if I'm interrupting you.
I can come back if I am...
No, Mrs. Druse, come in, please.
You were right about the doll.
We found this inside.
And the little girl, her name is Mary Jensen.
Mary? Our Mary is Mary Jensen?
A fire?
That poor child.
I admit. I strayed from the path...
once or twice...
but I've lived mostly a decent, generous life.
I've held my contingency fees down to 35%,
plus expenses...
but a lot of lawyers charge 40-45%.
Please.
Are you the black angel
or the angel of death, or what?
I don't judge the living or the dead.
I grant wishes...
prayers and dreams.
If you pray for the wrong thing...
What is it you want, buddy?
I need a new heart.
One that matches mine.
Soon. Or I'm dead.
And if I get it, I swear...
I'll never look at another woman, ever.
From now on, I'll only do pro bono work
and death penalty work.
That's it.
Scout's honour.
The scion and heir to
the Knight Technologies empire...
Thy will be done, on earth.
...this morning to
Lewiston's Kingdom Hospital...
after suffering a fatal gunshot wound
to the head.
Doctors describe Knight's condition
as terminal.
This is Celeste Daldry, Channel 9 News.
Brain death. Yes.
Seven come eleven.
Baby needs a new pair of ventricles.
Where are you, you beautiful beast?
Hallelujah. Amen.
Her name is Mary Jensen.
Look. We found these newspaper clippings
hidden inside the doll.
1869.
She was missing after
the Gates Falls Mill building...
burned to the ground.
These look to be in awfully good condition.
Are you sure they're not fake?
I know someone who can help us with this.
These botched suicides amaze me.
All right, would you excuse me and do me
the favour of closing up, Dr. Traff?
Going to see about that car, are you?
He'll pay.
He'll pay.
Druse! Nurse, stop her! Stop that woman.
All right. Okay. Now take her to Otology...
and test her hearing. And after that,
take her back and confine her to her bed...
with a slow IV drip.
Why Otology? Why my ears?
There's something dreadfully wrong
with her hearing. Watch this.
Go to your room!
Malinger in your own bed,
Mrs. Munchausen!
I keep doing that
and every time I turn around...
she's back wandering the halls.
To Otology and then strict bed rest.
Go.
Point to the ear where you hear the tone.
Why do you have to hurt me?
I didn't see the men start the fire.
I want my dolly. It's my bell.
Don't you touch it.
I don't want to die. I didn't see
anyone start the fire.
The fire was a bad accident.
The men didn't start it.
Please don't hurt me with those.
Please, don't.
God, the old Gates Falls Mill fire.
Where did you find these? King Tut's tomb?
In an antique doll. They're in
a pretty good shape for 134 years old.
You think they're fakes?
No, these are genuine.
Yeah, before 1875 or thereabouts,
newspapers were printed on rag paper.
It lasts forever. And then the industry
switched over to wood pulp.
Like everything else modern,
it crumbles and fades in five years or so.
But not rag.
No, sir.
The old Gates Falls Mill fire.
Fire number one, my grandpappy
used to call it.
So where was the Gates Falls Mill?
We're standing on it.
The Gates Falls Mill burned to the ground...
All Souls' Day, 1869.
I thought... I don't know what I thought.
You're having a senior moment,
Captain Hook?
Maybe an Elmer Traff moment.
I thought that the fire had to do
with an old hospital burning.
No, my folks called that one
fire number two.
November 1, 1939...
All Souls' Day.
Seventy years to the day after the first fire.
One more thing. Were you able to help at all
on the advance sheets...
for the Dr. Draper article?
Voil?. It was no easy task getting it.
You told me that Dr. Draper was the author.
Yes, Dr. Christine Draper.
No she's acknowledged
as a research assistant...
in footnote number one...
by Dr. Stegman.
"The author acknowledges
research and drafting assistance...
"of Dr. Christine Draper."
That son of a flea-ridden mongrel bitch.
He'll pay for this.
These old things are only five "x."
Do you have anything a little stronger?
You know, say six or seven "x"?
Something for my study at home?
Yeah.
I'll get you some sixes and sevens, all right?
Thanks, Captain.
- Why do you torture me?
- You're here to sleep...
and that's what you're gonna do.
Are we going someplace private?
Your father wants a functional MEG
of you in REM for Project Sandman.
You, Abel, and Christa are all what
your father calls "positive dreamers."
You match the study profiles and protocols.
Sit down.
What if I'm not tired, Lona?
Is Elmer there?
- Hook, need me?
- Maybe.
Lost your head lately?
Given a head to anyone lately?
- I'm not sure I follow.
- Here's a little heads up.
I need a copy of
a certain anaesthesia report.
Patient, Mona Klingerman. Surgeon...
No way, Hook. I can't cross Stegman.
Half of whatever marbles he had...
are lost since he came here.
I'll just turn the head to Havens then,
with the eyeglasses.
Wait, let me think.
How am I supposed to
get into Medical Records?
- Mrs. Powell is integrity...
- Incarnate.
If you need help, ask Bobby Druse.
I think he found a way in.
Just when I'm getting somewhere
and that hairy ogre...
he confines me to a bed
and sticks an IV in my arm.
I warned you, Mama.
I told you that Dr. Stegman...
You've got to use your key card.
Get in there.
Get in those medical records
and see what you can find on Mary Jensen.
Doc.
How's he doing?
Think he's gonna make it? Oh, jeez.
Silly me. Privacy.
Physician-patient privilege.
I should have known better than that.
Just that, you know, if he's
not gonna make it, if he's gonna go...
tango uniform, tits up like we used to say
in the air force...
then, maybe you guys can do some...
cross-match testing, you know?
See maybe if his heart matches mine.
You know, this isn't a hobby shop
for human body parts.
We don't pull Lego organs
out of your roommate...
and stick them in you.
It's all done by strict protocols,
set up by federal law...
with the Organ Procurement and
Transplantation Network.
How about a special fee
to expedite matters?
Is that ever done?
A very special large fee.
$50,000.
A little bird told me that
a gunshot wound just arrived...
on a life flight. Brain death. I also heard...
the guy is a card-carrying organ donor.
When I said "brain death,"
I wasn't talking about you, roomie. No.
You look marvellous. Absolutely marvellous.
You've got your whole life ahead of you.
Come here.
You want to get those boys back
for that stunt they pulled with the head?
Just like Steg to leave us holding the baby.
If you want his heart, you're gonna
have to take it now.
We can't stabilise him.
Still got a working brain stem
and that's about it.
Call the transplant team.
And find Steg.
Methylene blue. It's harmless.
It's like food colouring.
Okay. Make yourself cry.
Then go wake Elmer.
You're distraught. Tell him I had
a subarachnoid haemorrhage...
and I died just like that.
You couldn't bear to tell him
until they were done with me.
And now my body's in the morgue.
Take him to see me,
if he doesn't believe you.
I'll do it but then you're on your own.
I've got to cover the ICU.
No, Lona.
"Dear Lona
Why art thou yet so fair?
"Shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous
"And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark
"to be his paramour? For fear
"of that, I still will stay with thee
"And never from this pallet of dim night
"Depart again"
"seal with righteous kiss
"A dateless bargain to engrossing death!"
"Here's to my love!"
Elmer, where are we?
I didn't come here.
I was only thinking about coming here.
I thought you were dead.
Kiss me, Elmer.
It works in fairy tales.
I found you in the morgue.
But I didn't go to the morgue, Elmer.
I thought about it.
Did you actually go or did...
I gotta look at those scans
and figure out what happened to us.
How did we get to the morgue?
Now, get off me before somebody sees us.
First tell me you love me.
Don't be an ass.
Make a noise and you'll be practicing law
without a tongue.
Now get back to bed.
The typing and cross-matching report
is done. I have a match...
in ICU Suite 429.
I have misgivings about this heart's ability
to travel.
Fine by me. Set the candidate
up for transplant tomorrow then.
I'll check on him. Bet your ass,
I'll check on him.
This place is going to get
very busy, Mr. Fleischer.
Yeah, and Dr. Steg needs you downstairs
for pre-op.
Pre-op? You mean it's gonna happen?
I have it.
Disgusting, delightful thing.
The heart's been harvested.
I get it first thing tomorrow.
Where your treasure lies, there lies your...
heart also.
So what is it you wanted again?
Tell me exactly, chum.
After all, I'm dealing with a lawyer here.
I want my old, sick heart taken out.
And I want the harvested heart
of that tech billionaire put in.
Now?
Sure. Now's fine. Now works.
Is the transplant team still here?
Sure, now's fine...
if now works.
Out with the old.
In with the new.
I am losing my mind!
Hello?
She's here. She's sleeping.
But are you sure it was her?
On her back?
Describe it.
Yeah, that's her tattoo.
Dr. Traff, please call extension 190.
Dr. Louis Traff, please call extension 190.
I saw your mama on camera yesterday.
Carrying the old doll around.
She had me drive over to the King Hotel
to pick up the earthquake expert's computer.
She says he's turned it into
some kind of earthquake predictor.
Nuts, if you ask me.
- That's probably why she likes him.
- You mean the old rummy they brought in...
with jitterbugs and the creeping Charlies?
Is that Stegman?
Parking his Jag on the heliport?
Has he gone loony, too?
You can't park on the heliport!
When was the last time we had a life flight
come in here? '98? '99?
Well, he could at least ask.
Stegman?
Dr. Gupta, please call Pathology
at extension 023.
Dr. Sonny Gupta, please call...
Pasta? For breakfast?
Mama's not home to cook.
I found this in the freezer last night.
Mother Christmas!
- Sorry, Otto.
- No worries, Bobby.
You know, I liked Mrs. Druse.
She's a little batty, but she's an old soul
with a good heart.
Nat, trust me.
Everything around here is batty...
which is why only the batty
see things clearly.
- Hello, Mrs. Rickman.
- Good morning, you guys.
- But that's a girl's doll.
- Yeah.
If only it could talk.
She's just like you. She can't talk...
but she has stories inside of her.
A permanent marker.
I should sue the bastard.
No, you got off easy.
He obviously knows you took the head.
Maybe Lona told him.
Lona's a sadist. She'd handle the bondage
and discipline herself.
Then maybe Havens found the head.
It still has your glasses on, remember?
Is it still in the locker?
Officer Anderson? We missed you.
So good to see you again.
If that psycho makes one wrong move...
they won't need to call a code.
I vaguely remember seeing her
working somewhere in the firm.
I swear, I never touched her.
Dotty and Eileen both said that the girl's
mother seemed pretty certain of her facts.
I have total amnesia about
what happened in court.
I have no idea what the woman said
during voir dire.
If you have total amnesia about
whatever happened in court...
how do you know she said it
during voir dire?
What's wrong with tall, dark, and fearsome?
It's a horror story.
I don't think you need to hear it.
He looks mighty crispy. Is he going to die?
He was a prisoner.
Then he tried to kill himself, twice.
- Anybody come to see him?
- No.
They said he probably won't make it.
Burns over 40% of his body.
So he's a goner.
He's got no family, he's suicidal.
Kitty, connect the dots.
I'm hanging on by a thread here.
My article's coming out.
New England Journal of Neurology.
If they spell your name wrong, we sue.
Seriously, I can't wait to see the real thing.
We have to wait. It takes a week.
Unless you know somebody
who could get us advance sheets.
Testing me?
Medical Library. Mr. Benjamin Bates, please.
That's affirmative, Kingdom.
Coming in loaded, over.
Clear, Bird of Life One. We copy.
That's right, a life flight coming in
from the coast with a gunshot victim.
Dr. Stegman's Jaguar...
is parked on the helicopter landing pad.
He has to move it now.
Vandals, shmandals, he can't park there.
If you can't find him,
then tow the dang thing off of there.
It's a life flight, ETA 20 minutes,
and counting.
She's just like you.
She can't talk, but she has
stories inside of her.
"Hundreds missing and dead
in Gates Falls Mill fire?"
"The Gates Falls Mill, supplier of uniforms
to the Union Army during the Civil War...
"was burned to the ground yesterday,
November 1, All Souls' Day."
What are you, deaf?
"The mill, which used child labour
in 16-hour shifts...
"to meet the incessant demand
for military uniforms...
"was built by Ebenezer Gottreich in 1850.
"The fire started either in the basement
or on the first floor...
"perhaps as a result of children smoking.
"Most of the adult mill workers got out.
"Sadly, most of the children did not.
"Seven of them are still missing
and searchers fear...
"they were lost in the fire...
"though their remains
are mysteriously missing.
"All Souls' Day, 1869...
"a dark day indeed for Lewiston, Maine."
Then page Stegman again.
And hurry, the tow truck is here.
Dr. Stegman, call security staff.
Another publication.
Another notch in my belt.
I must admit, it always makes
me feel Napoleonic.
I am so proud of you.
- When am I going to see it?
- No, not for at least a week.
The advance sheets are impossible to get.
The Mona anaesthesiology report
that you spilled coffee on...
Yes? Was I naughty?
You were a naughty girl.
You didn't tell me there was a copy.
A copy?
I didn't know.
In Medical Records?
I'm barred from discussing the report...
but if coffee was spilled on the original...
I imagine the same thing
could happen to the copy?
- Couldn't it?
- It could.
If a certain someone...
were to work on his temper...
and be a little more affectionate.
I've solved my parking problem.
Yeah, I'm no longer parking in...
the wretched physicians' lot. No.
- Where will you park?
- You want to see?
No!
It's gone.
Is this the Organ Procurement
and Transplantation Network?
Good.
I have a few organ donor questions.
What kind of a shape does the donor
have to be in...
before you can harvest his organ?
I see. Brain death.
Now how does one arrange that?
No, sorry.
I mean, how does that usually happen?
Look, on this first article has all the names
of the missing children, see.
Mary?
Is she real, or is she just something
that appears in your dreams?
What's real doesn't matter
so much anymore.
Is Mary real? Yes, I think so.
Does she appear in dreams? Yes. I think so.
Yes, she's real or yes, she's in your dream?
Ghost.
I'm sorry if I'm interrupting you.
I can come back if I am...
No, Mrs. Druse, come in, please.
You were right about the doll.
We found this inside.
And the little girl, her name is Mary Jensen.
Mary? Our Mary is Mary Jensen?
A fire?
That poor child.
I admit. I strayed from the path...
once or twice...
but I've lived mostly a decent, generous life.
I've held my contingency fees down to 35%,
plus expenses...
but a lot of lawyers charge 40-45%.
Please.
Are you the black angel
or the angel of death, or what?
I don't judge the living or the dead.
I grant wishes...
prayers and dreams.
If you pray for the wrong thing...
What is it you want, buddy?
I need a new heart.
One that matches mine.
Soon. Or I'm dead.
And if I get it, I swear...
I'll never look at another woman, ever.
From now on, I'll only do pro bono work
and death penalty work.
That's it.
Scout's honour.
The scion and heir to
the Knight Technologies empire...
Thy will be done, on earth.
...this morning to
Lewiston's Kingdom Hospital...
after suffering a fatal gunshot wound
to the head.
Doctors describe Knight's condition
as terminal.
This is Celeste Daldry, Channel 9 News.
Brain death. Yes.
Seven come eleven.
Baby needs a new pair of ventricles.
Where are you, you beautiful beast?
Hallelujah. Amen.
Her name is Mary Jensen.
Look. We found these newspaper clippings
hidden inside the doll.
1869.
She was missing after
the Gates Falls Mill building...
burned to the ground.
These look to be in awfully good condition.
Are you sure they're not fake?
I know someone who can help us with this.
These botched suicides amaze me.
All right, would you excuse me and do me
the favour of closing up, Dr. Traff?
Going to see about that car, are you?
He'll pay.
He'll pay.
Druse! Nurse, stop her! Stop that woman.
All right. Okay. Now take her to Otology...
and test her hearing. And after that,
take her back and confine her to her bed...
with a slow IV drip.
Why Otology? Why my ears?
There's something dreadfully wrong
with her hearing. Watch this.
Go to your room!
Malinger in your own bed,
Mrs. Munchausen!
I keep doing that
and every time I turn around...
she's back wandering the halls.
To Otology and then strict bed rest.
Go.
Point to the ear where you hear the tone.
Why do you have to hurt me?
I didn't see the men start the fire.
I want my dolly. It's my bell.
Don't you touch it.
I don't want to die. I didn't see
anyone start the fire.
The fire was a bad accident.
The men didn't start it.
Please don't hurt me with those.
Please, don't.
God, the old Gates Falls Mill fire.
Where did you find these? King Tut's tomb?
In an antique doll. They're in
a pretty good shape for 134 years old.
You think they're fakes?
No, these are genuine.
Yeah, before 1875 or thereabouts,
newspapers were printed on rag paper.
It lasts forever. And then the industry
switched over to wood pulp.
Like everything else modern,
it crumbles and fades in five years or so.
But not rag.
No, sir.
The old Gates Falls Mill fire.
Fire number one, my grandpappy
used to call it.
So where was the Gates Falls Mill?
We're standing on it.
The Gates Falls Mill burned to the ground...
All Souls' Day, 1869.
I thought... I don't know what I thought.
You're having a senior moment,
Captain Hook?
Maybe an Elmer Traff moment.
I thought that the fire had to do
with an old hospital burning.
No, my folks called that one
fire number two.
November 1, 1939...
All Souls' Day.
Seventy years to the day after the first fire.
One more thing. Were you able to help at all
on the advance sheets...
for the Dr. Draper article?
Voil?. It was no easy task getting it.
You told me that Dr. Draper was the author.
Yes, Dr. Christine Draper.
No she's acknowledged
as a research assistant...
in footnote number one...
by Dr. Stegman.
"The author acknowledges
research and drafting assistance...
"of Dr. Christine Draper."
That son of a flea-ridden mongrel bitch.
He'll pay for this.
These old things are only five "x."
Do you have anything a little stronger?
You know, say six or seven "x"?
Something for my study at home?
Yeah.
I'll get you some sixes and sevens, all right?
Thanks, Captain.
- Why do you torture me?
- You're here to sleep...
and that's what you're gonna do.
Are we going someplace private?
Your father wants a functional MEG
of you in REM for Project Sandman.
You, Abel, and Christa are all what
your father calls "positive dreamers."
You match the study profiles and protocols.
Sit down.
What if I'm not tired, Lona?
Is Elmer there?
- Hook, need me?
- Maybe.
Lost your head lately?
Given a head to anyone lately?
- I'm not sure I follow.
- Here's a little heads up.
I need a copy of
a certain anaesthesia report.
Patient, Mona Klingerman. Surgeon...
No way, Hook. I can't cross Stegman.
Half of whatever marbles he had...
are lost since he came here.
I'll just turn the head to Havens then,
with the eyeglasses.
Wait, let me think.
How am I supposed to
get into Medical Records?
- Mrs. Powell is integrity...
- Incarnate.
If you need help, ask Bobby Druse.
I think he found a way in.
Just when I'm getting somewhere
and that hairy ogre...
he confines me to a bed
and sticks an IV in my arm.
I warned you, Mama.
I told you that Dr. Stegman...
You've got to use your key card.
Get in there.
Get in those medical records
and see what you can find on Mary Jensen.
Doc.
How's he doing?
Think he's gonna make it? Oh, jeez.
Silly me. Privacy.
Physician-patient privilege.
I should have known better than that.
Just that, you know, if he's
not gonna make it, if he's gonna go...
tango uniform, tits up like we used to say
in the air force...
then, maybe you guys can do some...
cross-match testing, you know?
See maybe if his heart matches mine.
You know, this isn't a hobby shop
for human body parts.
We don't pull Lego organs
out of your roommate...
and stick them in you.
It's all done by strict protocols,
set up by federal law...
with the Organ Procurement and
Transplantation Network.
How about a special fee
to expedite matters?
Is that ever done?
A very special large fee.
$50,000.
A little bird told me that
a gunshot wound just arrived...
on a life flight. Brain death. I also heard...
the guy is a card-carrying organ donor.
When I said "brain death,"
I wasn't talking about you, roomie. No.
You look marvellous. Absolutely marvellous.
You've got your whole life ahead of you.
Come here.
You want to get those boys back
for that stunt they pulled with the head?
Just like Steg to leave us holding the baby.
If you want his heart, you're gonna
have to take it now.
We can't stabilise him.
Still got a working brain stem
and that's about it.
Call the transplant team.
And find Steg.
Methylene blue. It's harmless.
It's like food colouring.
Okay. Make yourself cry.
Then go wake Elmer.
You're distraught. Tell him I had
a subarachnoid haemorrhage...
and I died just like that.
You couldn't bear to tell him
until they were done with me.
And now my body's in the morgue.
Take him to see me,
if he doesn't believe you.
I'll do it but then you're on your own.
I've got to cover the ICU.
No, Lona.
"Dear Lona
Why art thou yet so fair?
"Shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous
"And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark
"to be his paramour? For fear
"of that, I still will stay with thee
"And never from this pallet of dim night
"Depart again"
"seal with righteous kiss
"A dateless bargain to engrossing death!"
"Here's to my love!"
Elmer, where are we?
I didn't come here.
I was only thinking about coming here.
I thought you were dead.
Kiss me, Elmer.
It works in fairy tales.
I found you in the morgue.
But I didn't go to the morgue, Elmer.
I thought about it.
Did you actually go or did...
I gotta look at those scans
and figure out what happened to us.
How did we get to the morgue?
Now, get off me before somebody sees us.
First tell me you love me.
Don't be an ass.
Make a noise and you'll be practicing law
without a tongue.
Now get back to bed.
The typing and cross-matching report
is done. I have a match...
in ICU Suite 429.
I have misgivings about this heart's ability
to travel.
Fine by me. Set the candidate
up for transplant tomorrow then.
I'll check on him. Bet your ass,
I'll check on him.
This place is going to get
very busy, Mr. Fleischer.
Yeah, and Dr. Steg needs you downstairs
for pre-op.
Pre-op? You mean it's gonna happen?
I have it.
Disgusting, delightful thing.
The heart's been harvested.
I get it first thing tomorrow.
Where your treasure lies, there lies your...
heart also.
So what is it you wanted again?
Tell me exactly, chum.
After all, I'm dealing with a lawyer here.
I want my old, sick heart taken out.
And I want the harvested heart
of that tech billionaire put in.
Now?
Sure. Now's fine. Now works.
Is the transplant team still here?
Sure, now's fine...
if now works.
Out with the old.
In with the new.