St. Elsewhere (1982–1988): Season 2, Episode 10 - A Pig Too Far - full transcript

Shirley, open the cabinet.

Can it wait?

Shirley, step on it. Come on.

Previously on St Elsewhere...

Someone at St Eligius
is about to be brought up

on charges for the improper
dispensing of controlled drugs.

I like the person underneath,
the natural you.

Ta-dah!

A transfer from the St Gregory ER.
He arrested on the way over.

Tonight on St Elsewhere...

When they found out he couldn't pay,



they told me he was stable enough
to ship out.

I'm no good for you.

No, that's not true.

No. Honey...

No!

Are you trying to tell me that
a machine can diagnose

as well as man?

Clearly, the machine is superior.

Watch this.

I just broke into your computer.

Dr Morrison, there is something
wrong with me. Don't touch me.

I'm not going to hurt you.

We've got a code in progress here!

Bring him this way.



Move out.

Transferred from the St Gregory ER.

Chronic lung disease

and congestive heart failure.

He arrested on the way over.

Yeah, we got the call.

They said he was stable!

Steve!

When did he stop breathing?

A few minutes ago.

He threw up

and started asphyxiating.

They gave him Valium

and transferred him like this?

I want two amps of bicarb
and one of epi.

Plus, a lidocaine drip,

200 milligrams, 500 ccs of D5W.

I'm going to defibrillate.

OK.

Ready.

Ready.

OK, clear.

I'm going to go again.

Ready.

Clear.

We've got a normal sinus rhythm.

Great.

All right.

And a good pulse.

Let's get him up to ICU.

Unbelievable giving Valium
to a chronic lunger.

No wonder he stopped breathing.
Who OK'd the transfer?

I did, but the guy at St Gregory's
said he was stable.

What else did he say,
they didn't have any free beds?

No, he was straight with me.

He told me Mr Simmon here
has no insurance.

If you don't have money,
don't get sick.

Who was the doctor you talked to?

Christopher Rant.

Do me a favour
and follow them up to ICU,

make sure he gets on the respirator,
OK? I'll call this guy Rant.

Transferring an unstable patient
because he is indigent

is criminally negligent.

OK, there you go. Oops.

I appreciate this, Helen.

Any time.

Hi, Jack. Hi, Pete.

Guess he must be pretty upset
about Eve Leighton.

Well, everybody is.
It is a damn shame.

So, you wanted to see me?

Yes, I do. Come on back here.

Sit down, Shirley.

Uh-oh.

You look just like Mrs Bratts.

I don't follow.

A teacher of mine at nursing school.

Yelled at me for sloppy corners
in Bedmaking 101.

No, no.

This is about the entrapment case.

Don't tell me I've got to meet
with those lawyers again.

Shirley, there was a meeting
this morning of all the head nurses.

We feel very strongly
that you shouldn't have released

those drugs to Dr
without a prescription.

That violates a basic rule.

Come on, Helen,

everyone does it once in a while.
Look,

I explained it in my report.

Fiscus and I were treating
a burn patient.

OK, OK, you don't have to tell me
how hectic life is in ER.

In fact, maybe you need to change
for a while till this blows over.

What are you saying?

I'd like you to come up
and work on this floor.

Sure, so you can keep an eye on me.

I think it's up to the nurses
to police our own activities.

We don't want anyone to think we're
covering anything over.

I get it. I'm being punished so you
look good with the administration.

Now wait a minute,
this is for your own good.

Well, I think it stinks.

PIANO MUSIC

There's a great line coming up.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Victor, this was a fantastic idea.

Well, you said you didn't want
to go anywhere noisy.

Shh!

Sorry.

Here.

Oh, my gosh!

I'll get another.

No, no, sit down.

Dr Weiss doesn't want me
eating junk food anyway,

he thinks that the sugar is playing
ping-pong with my libido.

Weiss!

Shh!

What's to hear?

So, uh...

did Weiss, uh, say anything
about the other evening?

You mean, when we found you naked
in my apartment?

Not so loud, OK?

He said it showed your heart
was in the right place.

What do you think?

I think you are the most unusual man
I have ever met.

You're kidding?

Uh-uh.

More than swami ex?

Oh, much more.

How much?

Victor!

I've got to tell you something,

I have never been as comfortable
with a woman as beautiful as you.

Victor.

Really, you are the most
extraordinary person

in the whole world.

Except for... I don't know,
Albert Schweitzer, maybe.

But he's dead.

What do you, uh...what do want to do
when the film is over?

It is over.

Of course.

Do you want to go for a late-night
dinner, a stroll in the park,

a rum and toddy at the Ritz?

Well, I thought maybe we could stay
for the second feature.

I was hoping you'd say that.

PIANO MUSIC

You keep a diary?

It goes back, um, almost a year
to before all this started.

I miss them. So much.

Have you had any more headaches?

Not since I checked in last night.

I'm afraid your test results
have been much help.

Your blood sugar is a little low,

that might explain
your food cravings.

We are still waiting for
the special chemistries and...

Dr Morrison,
there is something wrong with me!

It is a little early to figure out
if there's a connection

between your migraines

and the erratic changes
in your behaviour.

When the pain gets bad,
I go just...insane.

And if you can't find out
what's wrong,

I'm never going to get
my family back.

Do they know you checked in?

My husband took the kids
a couple of weeks ago

and went to his mother's house.

My first Christmas alone.

I can't blame them, actually,
I drove them away!

I get these attacks,
or whatever they are, and I...

I'm dangerous to everybody,
including myself.

And I can't seem to stop.

Don't worry, we'll figure it out.

Morning, Dr Westphall.

Hello, Ehrlich. Thank you.

I'll get that one, too.

Thanks again.

Dr Westphall, do you have a minute?

Sure, just let me get a newspaper.

Never mind, I shouldn't bug you
this early.

I just want to get a paper.

Hi, Nancy.

Now...

What's up?

I can handle it myself, I know
you've got a lot to worry about.

Ehrlich, let me to you something,

I already went through this today.
It took my daughter 20 minutes

to tell me our washing machine
doesn't work.

I'm not going to spend another
20 minutes second guessing you, OK?

What is it?

I feel sort of silly, really.

There's this, uh...

You see, there's this girl.

Girl, a woman.

And I think...

I think I'm, uh...

In love.

Does it really show?

I think I want to get married.

Congratulations.

You think it's a good idea?

I don't know.

Neither do I.
That's why I need your advice.

No, what I'm trying to tell you
is that I don't know the girl.

Believe me, Dr Westphall, we're
talking major league sweetheart,

the kind of girl
they write Valentines about.

This isn't your average
houndstooth cocktail.

Sounds terrific.

But do I want to get married?
I am a first-year resident.

I've got more pressures and
responsibilities than I can handle.

Which isn't to say
she wouldn't help me, she would.

That's the kind of girl she is.
What's wrong with being single?

Do we really have to get married?

Can't we share our lives together
without some flimsy piece of paper

as a bond?

You present a strong argument.

Darn it, you're right,
I'm going to ask her.

Thank you, Dr Westphall,
I appreciate your help.

Just invite me to the wedding.

Wedding?

Oh, boy!

God, I'm really sorry.

Sorry.

No, it's my fault.

Are you writing another book?

No, I'm not that crazy.

That's great, thank you.

I guess you saw the tests
on Janet Dalton.

Yeah, I did.
It's a puzzle, isn't it?

I thought for sure we'd see
something in the hormonal studies.

Well, she seems so nice, could it
be some form of schizophrenia?

I mean, she totally flips out
and then comes all the way back.

I can spot a schizo in a second.

The truth is...
I'd like to see a CAT scan.

The migraines
could have an organic basis.

OK.

But I am wondering if she might
unconsciously be trying to invent

some physical excuse for the fact
that her marriage is breaking up.

I had a talk with her.

I'm sure we can rule that out.

She did mention, though,
that she was getting her period.

I wonder, could you recheck
the serums LH, FSH and...

What's that other one?

Oestrogen levels.

Yeah. In a couple of days?

You know,
I think we should trade jobs.

No, I am only good at suggestions.

I appreciate all the help I can get.

Don't give me any excuses,
Christmas is over.

It's time to take this junk down.

This place is a fire trap,
for crying out loud.

One spark and this stuff
goes up like that.

In my home, the tree comes in
on the 24th and it goes out

on the 26th.

Otherwise, the needles start falling
down and you're tracking them

all over the house.

Bye, Mark.

The holidays are over
for Pete's sake.

So, how are we doing here? Any luck?

Well, I think Mr Medwood's records
have fallen into the black hole.

Oh, now this is kind of neat.

It looks like Arabic.

I tell you what,

why don't you call Walter Lankau
over at Efficiency Systems.

I've been on the phone with him so
much people are beginning to talk.

Yes, this is... OK, I'll hold.

Like I have a choice.

How's tricks?

Oh, working up here is a scream.
I never should have released

those drugs to White
without a prescription.

Come on, it's not that bad.
You'll be back in ER in no time.

Rosenthal barely lets me
get near patients.

The biggest problem I had
all morning was a 97-year-old man

with hiccups.

So, how did you get him to stop?

I didn't, he died.

Yes, finally! This is Nurse Daniels
over at St Eligius.

This is Dr Cavanero.

When Dr Rant does decide to come in,
would you please ask him to call me?

And me, and me.

Or Dr Fiscus.

What does Joan think?

I want to surprise her.

Cover it up again.

You're right, lose it.

You know, I had a girlfriend once
who had a moustache.

I hated it.
It made her look older than me.

You know, Fiscus, it's scary
to think you took care of me in ER.

Morning, guys, how you doing?

What are you doing, Fiscus?

Ehrlich, who is your designer,
Calvin Swine?

What did you say, Fiscus?

Don't get mad at me, have you seen
the back of your jacket?

You have got to be kidding me!

That's very original.
They didn't even spell Ehrlich right!

This is not funny!
Whoever is doing this,

it's not funny anymore.

Enough is enough,
I am not an animal, I am a man!

And if anybody here agrees
with that, please oink.

You better move, Fiscus.

Dr Kiley, what about Mr Dilleo's
consult from Cardiology?

Because of his history of TIAs
and the left carotid...

So, when's the big day?

I don't know.
I told you, I haven't asked her yet.

I am hoping we'll see noticeable
improvement in Mr Dilleo's condition

over the next 24 hours.

I didn't know you were
working today.

Victor. I traded with Jenny so
I could have Friday off, remember?

That's right, I promised
to take you to see that play.

Right, The Overcoat.
I hear it's wonderful.

Listening, Roberta, I know this
isn't the most romantic place.

Whenever I pictured
myself asking you...

Victor, they're leaving without you.

What? OK, I need to talk to you.

Dr Wade, for those of us
who are still present,

would you like to fill us in
on the Brody case?

'20-year-old male,
presented late yesterday,

'complaining
of severe abdominal pain.

'His white blood count was 18,500.'

Excuse me! Oh!

Pardon me!

Pardon me!

'Dr Stubbs called me
in for a surgery consult.

'The abdominal obstruction series
showed....'

Excuse me, pardon me!

..and found that the patient
had suffered

a small bowel perforation
in the right lower quadrant.

I hope we didn't inconvenience you,
Ehrlich.

We resected the cecum
and several...

Wow!

It won't be long before the computer
is as common in every home

as a phone or television.

Can I use it for bookmaking?

Bookkeeping, sure.

No, bookmaking.

Good morning.

Bonwit, back into bed.
Matthew, I'm Dr Craig.

What is all this crap?

I didn't tell you, Mr Brody
made his own diagnosis

using self-help medical software
on his home computer.

He thought all he had
was simple gastroenteritis.

Well, it takes all kinds,
doesn't it?

I'm a student at MIT,
studying Computer Science.

This medical software
is part of a class project.

I helped design it.

Dr Wade.

Dr Wade here has done
a very fine diagnosis.

As you all probably know by now,

a bowel perforation can be
difficult to pinpoint.

And you, young man,
I hope you have learned a lesson.

Leave medical care
to the professionals.

Actually, Dr Craig,
most common ailments

don't even require
a doctor's attention.

They can easily be managed at home.

Yeah, well, if you had managed this
at home much longer,

it could've become very serious.

The computer gave
the correct diagnosis.

If I had paid closer attention
to the readout,

I'd have been here much sooner.

BEEPING

Are you trying to tell me that a
machine can diagnose as well as man?

No. Clearly,
the machine is superior.

Compared with any of you doctors,
it has a better memory,

clearer logic and, best of all,
lower fees.

And do you expect it to operate
on you, too?

Mr Bonwit, are you ready
for the big day tomorrow?

Well, I think my diverticulitis
can be treated with antibiotics.

Antibiotics are not
the preferred treatment.

Yes, well, I figure that since
my temperature is stable

and I have no problems with...

Brody!

What have you been feeding
Mr Bonwit?

He wanted to see how it worked.

If I ever catch you diagnosing
patients around here again,

I'll have you arrested
for practicing medicine

without a licence,
do you understand?

Then we'll see what fun you have
playing Pac-Man

inside a prison cell.

Mr Bonwit, we will stop
back at the end of rounds.

Perhaps then you will come
to your senses.

I finally got a hold of Rant
at St Gregory's.

He gave me the usual song and dance.

I told him I was really tempted
to file charges.

Is there someone in the family
pushing you to do this?

What family? I haven't found one.

Anyhow, I don't see what the problem
is, it happens all the time.

I guess after three years,
I'm just sick and tired of it.

What do you mean
that this happens all the time?

It's a sort of unspoken tradition.

We are a public facility.

Private hospitals dump
their unwanted patients

on our doorstep every day.

But this time, Mr Simmon may
die as a result of their lack

of responsibility.

And St Eligius is potentially liable
if he does.

I mean, Dr Fiscus did accept
the transfer over the phone.

I just think something
should be done.

I can't promise anything,

but I'll call Henry Judson
over at St Gregory's.

I'd like to talk to him myself.

Leave it alone, Annie,
it's out of your hands.

(CLEARS HIS THROAT)

Dr Ridley.

Hi. I was just walking down the hall
and thought I would come in

and say hello.

I'm glad you did.

Are you going to finish your toast?

No.

Thanks.

I haven't eaten yet.
What are you reading?

My diary.

Oh.

Keeping a diary is a great idea.

It gives you a chance to get
a perspective on your life.

At this point, it's my only
connection with Brian and the kids.

You know? I was wondering
about your last pregnancy.

We don't have any
of the charts here.

It was a C-section.

Was there anything unusual?
Any special medication or problems?

There was a lot of morning sickness
this time.

I didn't have any with Roger.

I wonder...

I wonder if there is anything
in the diary that could help us.

I can't imagine.

You know, diagnoses
is a very peculiar art form.

You just never know
when you're going to get a tipoff.

If there is anything in there
you don't want me to read,

then you just rip it out.

Anything, if it could help.

Thank you very much.

I'll have you out of here
in no time.

Everything is going to be fine.
Would you wait over here?

Annie.

Dr Christopher Rant,
this Dr Annie Cavanero.

Chris transferred Mr Simmon to us
last night from St Greg's.

Hi.

Um... I have already given him
my nickel's worth.

I thought I would try and give you
an idea of what went on last night.

Yeah, I really don't have the time.

Please, it will only take
five minutes.

Maybe if you had given
Mr Simmons five minutes

of thought last night,
his life wouldn't be in danger now.

Are you serious about bringing me
up on charges?

You're damn right!

Before you do, would you at least
give me a chance to explain?

Well, here goes.

Nah!

Just do it.

Can't stop now.

The attending insisted
I give him the Valium.

I knew it was just buying time.

Buying time for his heart failure.

That is probably what threw him
into cardio respiratory arrest.

You think I wanted to send him
out like that?

I knew he wasn't stable for transfer,
but I had no choice.

Why didn't you admit him?

I don't have admission privileges,
I am just moonlighting there.

You couldn't find someone
to do it for you?

As soon as they found out
he couldn't pay,

they told me
he was stable enough to ship out.

Because the hospital doesn't want
to eat an ICU bill.

If the on-call doctor says transfer,

the hospital doesn't ask twice,
right?

I figured if he could last the ride,

he'd be better off someplace else.

Believe me, I didn't get
into medicine to kill people.

I feel terrible about this.

How long have you been
moonlighting at St Gregory's?

About a year.

I am an ortho resident
at Boston General.

You do this a lot?

A couple times a month.

I need the extra money
to pay off my loans.

And I like the diversity.

It sounds like maybe this got
a little too diverse.

'3242. Dr Caldwell. 3242.'

This is Caldwell.

Yeah, how close to the eye is it?

OK, I will be right down.

Wonderful.

What are you staring at?

You think I'm crazy.

Ehrlich, I'm not Roberta's keeper.
If you ask me one more time...

Give me a break, Shirley.

Try Geriatrics.

BUZZING

Billie, would you check
on Mrs Connell in 3320?

She just buzzed.

Third floor. >

Leave it! I made the mess, I'll clean
it up, just leave it alone!

Did you want something,
Mrs Connell?

Yeah, she wants to tell you how
scared she is.

She's afraid I'm going to hurt her,
right, Mrs Connell?

Everything is going to be OK.

Nobody needs you.

Don't touch me. Stay away.

I'm not going to hurt you.

Dr Ridley.

Uh-huh.

I am Brian Dalton, Janet's husband.

Oh, yeah, of course.

I'm glad you could stop by.
Come on in.

Um...
I know these don't look so great,

but what do you expect for Boston
in the winter time, right?

Would you like one?

No. Thanks.

Janet called me the other day,
said she was coming here.

But I didn't believe her.

Why not?

Cos she has lied to me
so much before.

She is in a lot of pain.

No kidding.

I am through with it, Dr Ridley.

Do you mind?

No.

Here.

I can't believe that this is
the same woman I fell so hard for.

That I used to love.

She tells me that you took
the children and went to live

with your mother just a few weeks
before Christmas?

I couldn't keep pretending
to the kids she was OK.

She becomes so irrational.

It seemed like every month
it was something.

She wrote about a lot
of this in her diary.

Arguments with people in the street,
screaming and yelling.

She seems like such a gentle person.

And then just a little while ago,
she was involved in a small incident.

Did she hurt anyone?

No. Scared a few people,
but nobody got hurt.

It's not always violent.

One time she wanted to bake cookies,
but found there wasn't enough flour.

Next thing I know, she is
on the floor bawling like a baby.

I tried everything,
I even ran out to buy more flour,

but nothing worked.
She cried for almost two hours.

I watched her tear this family
apart for a year now.

I couldn't take it anymore
and neither could the kids.

She needs help, Doctor.

I hope you can give it to her.

Well, I can tell you one thing.

She loves you very much,
and the children.

And that's why she is here.

You are real lucky, pal.
Your eye is fine.

There won't be any dysfunction
of the eyelid.

Damn dog!

Ain't there some health law
against him being in here?

The dog could freeze outside.

I meant the cop.

Why did he bite you?

I mean the dog.

Let me guess,

you were just standing around,
minding your business.

For a guy without half a moustache,
you got a pretty smart mouth.

We like to think of him
as a guy WITH half as moustache.

Fiscus, do you want
to finish up here?

Sure.

Why do you always call me
for these sleaze balls?

Well, hiya, Victor.

Hi, Dr. Caldwell.

Oh, what a beautiful dog.
Hello, there, mister...

(BARKS)

Wayne, have you seen Roberta?

Maybe she is at my place.

No, she is allergic to mould.

I think I saw her
heading for Paediatrics.

Whoa, boy.

OK, Dr Kochar,
without revealing the ailment

of the anonymous patient,
chosen at random,

may I have the first symptom,
please?

Yes. A sharp pain in the chest
increased with respiration.

That's easy, a heart attack.

Now, just a minute.

Mr Bonwit, do you mind?

Is the pain crushing and and-or
does it radiate from the centre

of the chest to the jaw,
neck or arms?

Uh... No.

Dr Craig,
this is a most wonderful invention.

Oh, and that means a lot
coming from you Kochar,

you're still marvelling
at indoor plumbing.

Are you short of breath?

Uh...yes.

OK.

Have you recently had an operation,
injury or illness

that has kept you in bed?

Does my wife count?

There is nothing here.

Tell me something,

if all the doctors are to rely
on this for their answers instead

of using their head, what happens
when the electricity goes off?

Port-a-pack batteries.

These guys have an answer
for everything.

Do you have a fever 100 degrees
or above?

Uh...no.

And besides, what about
a doctor's personal touch?

His warmth,
his caring about his patients?

Can your machine provide that?

Little nerd!

Here,
I got the computer's diagnosis.

It says,
"Call physician immediately.

"You may have a collapsed lung.

"For more information,
see pneumothorax."

Dr Kochar, will you verify

that I have not previously seen
the doctor's diagnosis?

Yes, I can, Matthew.

Would you now tell us
his actual diagnosis, please?

Pneumothorax.

Kochar, don't you have
anything better to do?

Yes, sir.

As I told you over the phone,

our position at St Gregory's
is firm.

In Mr Simmon's case,
we followed accepted policy

for the disposition of patients

who present
without third-party authorization.

You mean patients without insurance.

Mr Simmon was transferred
in complete accordance

with our best medical judgment.

Come on, Henry, you know
the man won't last the night,

any med student could tell you that.

The city of Boston
doesn't subsidize our budget.

We are self supporting.

Therefore, St Gregory's
must be run like a business.

A bankrupt hospital isn't going
to be taking care of any patients,

indigent or otherwise.

It is not a question of money,
it is a question of abandonment.

Now, I hardly think
that's the way to look at it.

Mr Judson, didn't your hospital
just complete a new wing?

Cardiac care. But I don't see...

Weren't you subsidized by the
Government to the Hill-Burton Act?

The construction was partially
financed in that way, yes.

Well, then you are aware
that St Gregory's is required

to provide a certain amount of
medical care to the needy in return.

Ms Halloran, we meet our quotas.

I am going to find
that out for myself.

I am recommending
to the Department of Health

And Human Services that they
launch an investigation.

Toward what end?

Cut off funds, charges,

removal of the present
board of directors, possibly.

Ms Halloran, I don't see
what you expect us to do.

I expect you to be in my office
tomorrow morning at nine o'clock

with the pertinent figures.

And if things don't jibe,
all hell is going to break loose.

All right.

Daniel.

You know, I am getting to enjoy
being on your side, Joan.

'Dr Lee to Oncology,
Dr Lee to Oncology.'

Back again to cover your tracks?

I came back to see how he was doing.

Mr Simmon died.

I'm sorry.

I finally located a cousin
of his in Mattapoisett.

But you know what?
She didn't even care.

My supervisor over at Boston General
found out about this.

She said I'd be kicked
out of their residents programme

if I keep moonlighting.

I suppose it's for the best.

Maybe you are just not cut
out for emergency medicine.

Yeah, I would have burned out
pretty quick anyway.

I really feel rotten.

That poor guy was
so alone in the world.

He had nobody to complain for him.

I did my good deed, I complained.

What did you do?

I tried to save his life!

Maybe you should have tried harder.

Dr. Ridley. Yeah?

Do have a second? Sure.

Janet's CAT scan was negative.

OK, well, we'll just keep trying,
all right?

I am on my way up to my office.

I just got her postpartum
chart from the clinic.

What for?

I'm going to try a little
statistical plotting.

All right,
keep your fingers crossed, OK?

Helen, have you seen Roberta Sloan?

Yeah, she's in physical therapy
right now.

Anything I can do?

Will you marry me?

I am Dr Westphall,
Director Of Medicine,

what can I do for you?

Hi. Watch this.

I just broke into your computer.

When we installed the system
five years ago,

we took precautions against this.

Then your technology is
a little outdated, isn't it?

Walter, this man has access
to all our records - accounting,

maintenance, patient files,
you name it.

Ever since the home computer boom
and that movie WarGames,

it's the latest craze.

Crime without ever leaving
the comfort of your own home.

Matthew, this is Walter Lankao,
Efficiency Systems,

the company that installed
our computer here.

Hi. I'm impressed with what you're
doing with speech synthesizers.

Wow, thanks.

Can I ask you a question? Uh-huh.

Do you achieve satisfactory results
on an eight bit microprocessor

by linear predictive coding?

Well, when you go from pulse code
modulated speech at 64,000 bits

per second down to 1,200

or 1,400, it does sound strange.
Awful lot of compression there. >

Yeah, well, what
about reconstituting the raw code

to make it recognizable again?

Hm. That seems to be the way to go.

(CLEARS HIS THROAT)

I'm sorry, Dr Westphall,
it's tough not to talk shop.

Now you know what it's like
when doctors speak to patients.

Matthew, can you show us how
you gained access to our system?

What modifications to make?

I think Dr Westphall prefers
to start with how you got in.

Oh. Well, it's nothing unusual,
really.

First, I got an outside line

and dialled into VVC using
the Boston area code 617.

Then I just dialled in
a five digit code at random.

What is VVC?

It is a nationwide network
owned by Vericorp.

It connects over 1,200 computers and
has about 150,000 authorised users.

With the number of users,

the chances of getting caught
are virtually nil.

By using the area code,

does that mean anyone
in this country has access?

Yeah.
Well, anyone in the world, really.

Wonderful.

Here, once I've gotten
into the computer over VVC,

the way it dials back tells me
what kind of computer it is.

Then this re-dialler
just keeps hitting numbers

until it gets the one
I am looking for.

Then, once I get that
and I break the password...

I'm in.

How did you break the password?

Usually that is the really fun part,
but since I didn't have time,

I just went straight to the harbour.

That is sort of an electronic
bulletin board

where hackers leave codes
and messages for other hackers.

Hackers.

Oh, people who play with computers
just for the thrill of it.

Electronic joyriding.

If Matthew got our code
off that bulletin board,

that means that anyone
could have access, is that right?

Yeah. It does.

Oh, boy.

I'm sorry, Dr Ehrlich,
this is the nurses' lounge.

I'm afraid you'll have to leave.

I'm sorry.

Hey, I'm kidding.

Ha-ha. Do you want some of this?

No, I don't.

Did Roberta say no?

I haven't even had
the chance to ask her yet.

Helen, do you get the feeling
if something is supposed to happen,

it would have happened?

If I am supposed to marry,

I would've had the chance
to ask her by now.

It doesn't sound like you, Victor.

You're usually the type to go
after things, right?

I am, usually. This seems different.

Have you ever lived with anyone?

What has that got to do with it?

Well, you know, it's a big change.

You live with someone day in,
day out,

they start to have an effect on you.

I think I could stand a little
change, a little self-improvement.

That's not what I'm talking about.

I mean, you know, like, what if she
starts wanting to go out at night?

Movies, dancing, museums,
Tupperware parties.

I like doing anything with Roberta.

After you've been
on call 16 hours a day?

And you're due back in eight?

When will you get
your sleep, Victor?

She won't ask me to go
out on nights like that.

Oh, no, she may not ask,

but you are not going to want
to disappoint her either.

Helen, why are you doing this to me?

Oh, Victor, I'm sorry,
I don't mean to upset you.

But I think what I am really trying
to say is be sure you both know

what you really want out of life,
it makes everything so much easier.

The only way to know
if you are supposed to marry

is if you're absolutely sure
you want to get married. OK?

Bobby. Bobby!

I missed you today.

Something wrong?

No.

Why are you acting so strange?

It's nothing.

Well, I have got a couple
of patients to look in on.

Can you wait?

I thought maybe we'd get
some dinner at Lillian's tonight.

Yeah, I would love to.

See you in a minute.

You shaved your moustache!

Hi. Have you lost weight?

Jack.

Oh, I'm glad you're here.

I got Janet's Serum LH,
FSH and oestrogen levels.

And you didn't find anything, right?

How did you know?

Cos I did.

You mean, it is psychological?

No. She has premenstrual syndrome.

Come on!

No! Look!

Look at her symptoms.

Migraines, food cravings,
spontaneous bruising, mood shifts,

depression, aggression, anxiety and
that asthma attack she had today.

You can't prove the symptoms
coincide with menstruation.

Oh, yeah?

I made a graph using the postpartum
chart and Janet's diary.

OK, I plotted the sudden
and severe mood shifts and,

more often than not, they occurred
towards the end of each cycle since

she has been on ovulating again
after the birth of her second child.

We need an hCG to be absolutely sure.

OK.

I like this medical stuff.

Instant gratification.

I should have seen this.

Nice diagnoses.

Yeah? Thanks.

I got lucky.

I'm going to go talk to Janet.

Hi, Jack. Hi.

Hi.

How did everything go?

Well, I changed the password

so that should stop anyone
else from breaking in.

Good.

I suppose some day
I should learn how this thing works.

I'd be happy to show you.

Not tonight.

Roberta? Let me in,
we've got to talk.

Victor?

Victor, is that you?

Of course it's me, open up.

Um...

..sorry about the way I look.

I tried to talk to you all day.

Roberta, there's something
that is going on here between you

and me and I've got to stop it.

What do you mean?

What I mean is...

What I mean is, I treasure
this relationship very, very much.

Me too, Victor.

Oh, brother,
you're not making this easy.

I'm sorry.

Oh, wait a minute, before you go on.

Oh!

Our tickets.

For Friday night,
The Overcoat, remember?

That is what I'm talking about!

Tickets?

No, no. Not tickets, us, you and me.

I've got a career here
that is very important to me.

I have worked hard
to become a surgeon.

And I don't intend
to throw it all away

just because you want to go see
some stupid play!

Victor, I don't really think
that one play is going to...

It' not just one play, it's movies
and museums and Tupperware parties.

Next, you are going to want me
to stay home to have kids!

What?

You know what I mean.

Victor, I'm afraid I'm confused.

Don't you see what you're doing?

Do you have any idea?

You take today, for instance.

Someone please take today!

You should have seen me,

I'm running around the hospital like
a chicken with its head cut off.

I know Westphall thinks
I'm some adolescent whiner

and just when things
are starting to get civil

between me and Craig,
I'm back to playing his fool.

(SOBS)

What is that? No, Roberta, honey.

Honey, please don't cry.

Victor, could you please go?

No, wait a second,
please let me explain.

Oh, Victor,
I have been awful to you.

No, you haven't, I've been awful.

I have, you're right.

I am no good for you.

No, that's not true.

Oh, Victor, I'm so sorry I hurt you.

No. Honey...

No! Roberta.

Roberta!

Baby!

Honeybunch!

Ehrlich, you're a pig.

Just look at that concentration,
will you?

So, how is he doing, Julie?

Oh, he had a nap
and a bottle at three.

He has been mostly chirping
away ever since.

Mostly?

Except when Kate bounced
a clutch ball off his head.

He blew his stack.

How is his rash?

Desitin seems to help.

Try giving him a bath?

Yeah, our boiler
is down in the building.

We haven't got any heat.

How are you, Pete? Hi.

Dada.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's me, dada!

That's right, that's me,
that's your dada.

That's right. That's me, dada.

Dada's here, Pete.

Yeah. Dada's here.

Yeah, well, old myths die hard.

A lot of people just assume that
it's natural for a woman to be

moody and irritable once a month.

They don't understand that PMS
has a real, physical cause.

You mean my hormone imbalance?

Right. See, the thing is,
you are an extreme example.

Most women have milder symptoms
and may not even know

that anything is the matter.

And it is treatable?

100%.

It seems too easy.

Are you sure I'm not crazy?

I am more sure about you
than I am myself.

No more questions, all right?

I've got a little surprise.

You ready?

It depends.

You're ready.

I know it is a little late,
but Merry Christmas.