St. Elsewhere (1982–1988): Season 2, Episode 21 - Rough Cut - full transcript

'Previously...'

Mrs Chambers went into
spontaneous labour 20 minutes ago.

What about the baby?

The baby is dead.

How do you find as to
the defendant Peter White?

We find the defendant not guilty.

With the valuations coming up,

I just want to make sure
I get a clean shot.

I mean, I'm innocent,
it's only fair.

Pull the ripcord!

Tonight, on St Elsewhere...



I have not had a date
since...I can't remember.

October 26th, 1983.

You killed my baby!

My baby! You killed my baby!

I am a human garbage truck.

You're really careful so no-one
ever finds out about it.

I have never understood what goes on
inside that beautiful head of yours,

if anything.

Why are you saying this? What?

All I'm trying to do is get
this thing out in the open.

We still have two cuts to make.

The crux of this evaluation is
Morrison's clinical judgment.

Listen, if this is about the cut,
I understand, you had no choice.

I'm taking you to court, Westphall!



They'll force you to give me
a second year! I'll be back!

SAXOPHONE PLAYS

I'm not coming back
for a second year, I can tell.

Right now Auschlander,

Westphall and Craig are upstairs
having a good yuk over

my board scores, amazed that I'd
even think about staying here

at St Eligius.

Excuse me,

do you mind?

He's feeling kind of sad right now.

SAD MUSIC PLAYS

Oh, wonderful.

Victor,
I think you are being paranoid.

Say that one more time
and I'll kill you.

Calm down!

Calm down...

The moment I turned in my last test
booklet, I knew I'd blown it.

How many residents do you know
who think they aced it?

Gibson, Egley, Darnell, you.

Maybe, but...

When I walked out of the exam room,
the moment I got outside, it hit me.

Dizziness, muscle twitching,
drowsiness, convulsions.

We all felt burnt out.

That's not how I felt,
it's the answer to question 16.

"Name the side effects
and toxicity of lidocaine."

I don't know,
during the exam, I choked.

Even if you did,
and I'm not saying that you did,

Craig's evaluation will weigh
heavily in your favour.

I'm not sure.

Believe me, he'll take care of you,
he loves you. You are his underling,

his protege, his hope
for cardiac care of the future.

Good evening, Dr Craig.

Maybe he didn't see you.

Hi.

Hi.

I love to watch you work.

Good.

Is it going OK?

Well, it's halftime.

They're preparing
another skin graft.

How are you feeling?

Sick.

You've got a fever?

No. I'm just sick of school,
Joan, that's all.

What you need is a vacation.

OK, what do you got in mind,
another trip up to the Cape?

I've got every sand dune
up there memorized.

Um...Paris.

OK, let's do it, tomorrow.

Tomorrow? Bobby...

Come on, Monday's a holiday,
we'll take Friday off.

Fly to Paris to spend four days?

Sure, why not?

What do you mean crazy?
What about the Louvre?

You know, Tuileries Gardens,
Palace of Versailles?

Summer of my freshman year
in college,

backpacking with pals of mine -
hardly the way to see Paris.

I've been dying to go back
with a woman.

OK, what about travel plans?

Hey, stop, wait a minute.
No plans, OK? Let's just do it.

Do you want to see Paris or not?

Who doesn't?

OK, then were on.
We'll do it tomorrow.

OK, what about plane tickets,
hotel reservations, passports?

We renewed them, right?

OK.

Non-smoking section, aisle seat.

Hotel - Frantel Windsor,
room with a view.

As far as I am concerned,

there's no place for a resident
like that at St Eligius.

It seems that Dr Gates
is very popular with the staff.

Oh, for the love of... Whose taffy
does he think he's pulling?

The man is one affectation
after another.

(SIGHS)

You OK?

Is it just me

or do these evaluations
take longer every year?

Why don't we stop for tonight?

What?

Thank you, Donald. >

We've only made two cuts,
we have three more to go.

Look at all of these
we have to evaluate.

Horton, Tom, Morrison,

Rosen, Ehrlich. Ehrlich!

It's a tough group to trim,
all right.

Maybe the talent is getting better.

I'd like to think it's
a tribute to our teaching.

Well, look, what about Dr Gates?
Can we at least make the third cut?

Good night, Mark.

BEEPING

Oh, all right!

OK, the splenectomy was May, '82.

The big boys still
sequestered upstairs?

Just finished. >

Finished?

Stopped, for the night.

I wish I could say the same.

What? This must be the first time
in weeks you haven't been home

for the seven o'clock news.

At least you sleep straight through.

Sure, hide behind the kid,
that's always a good excuse.

If you're going to squabble,
don't do it here,

some of us are working.

Hey, what's up?

You sent from me?

I'm taking you out of Pathology.

How come?

Check with Luther in the morning,
he set up a place for you to work.

Dr Westphall,
why are you moving me?

I mean, at least have the decency...

Don't talk to me about decency,
mister,

you don't know what the word means.

You know, Fiscus? I think
you take a very nice picture.

Speaking of which,
I could really use your help.

You know the rag I work for?

The Examiner? Yeah.

Great sports section.

Yeah. Well, I'm shooting
a fashion spread.

It's called New Wave Professionals.

(LAUGHS)

It sounds like a punk group.

Check out the subtitle.

Boston's most eligible bachelors.

Whoa, wait a second, you're not
asking me to pose for this, are you?

Why not?

I'm sorry, Goose,
this is bad timing.

We just took the National Boards
and we're awaiting to hear

about being in next year's
residency programme.

Hey, look, I got an architect,
I got a lawyer, I got a banker,

I even got one of the Bruins.

Now, I had this dentist,
but he dropped out.

He wouldn't work on Wednesdays.

So, what I need is a hot,
young physician.

You'll be doing a terrific favour.

Yeah, pass.

You'll earn 100 bucks.

It's just that I'm
really busy right now.

Look, when you see your kisser
splashed all over the style section,

your phone is going
to be ringing off the hook.

Women from every
imaginable walk of life.

Lots of women?

Stacks!

Fill me in.

His drop is below 30cc
per hour

and pulmonary artery pressure -
22 over ten.

Cardiac output - three to 3.5.

Diagnosis?

Her fluid intake is low.

Hypovolemia?

Course of action?

Um...

Turn up the IV and give her
500cc of plasmanate

over the next 45 minutes.

Then do it.

Why did you call me down here?

Well, you did her bypass,

I thought you wanted to know
what was going on with her.

This is all routine,
you didn't have to call me.

She is 24 hours postop,

I thought your instructions
might have changed.

Isn't that why we keep charts?

I have been tied up all day
evaluating residents for next year

and there will be another full day
of it tomorrow.

I understand...

One of the qualities that we're
looking for in our doctors

is simple common sense.

It allows you to perform
your tasks with confidence.

And competence.

You'll do well in the future
to remember that.

You better hurry up!

I never missed a plane,
I'm not starting now.

6:15.

The flight's at 7:30. I figure
traffic on the expressway

will be pretty heavy
since it's a holiday weekend.

Stop rushing, Joan.

The idea is to get on a plane
in Boston and get off one in Paris.

If you don't step on it,
we're not going to make it.

What are you doing?

Putting on my pants.

Where is your underwear?

I'm not wearing any!

We're going through customs!

I doubt they'll check my shorts.

Bobby!

Joan, remember, forget the details -

time, money, underwear.

Would you rather
I wear a pair of yours?

Ha.

Bobby, what's...?

(MOANS)

I'm stuck in my zipper.

Ms Halloran, Bobby.

Nurse Daniel said
you were a bit evasive

as to what exactly the problem is.

I zipped up my business end.

Oh.

Why don't you take off the sweater
so I can have a look?

You mean to say there's not one
male doctor on call down here?

I'll wear gloves.

Shirley, give me a suture tray,
stat.

I need to speak with you.

Go away.

Mrs Chambers.

I'm sorry you lost the baby.

Please, Mrs Chambers,
I can't sleep...

I hope you never have
one minute of sleep.

Or one bit of rest or peace
or happiness, cos I never will.

I didn't know the baby
was in danger.

I hope to God that you are punished
for what you've done!

You killed my baby.

You killed my baby!

Listen to me...

You'd better go away.

(CRIES)

Victor, you worry too much.

Oh, really?

I feel the way I did before I got
cut from varsity basketball.

I don't think Dr Craig cares if you
can hit from the top of the key.

Come on, you know what I mean.

I don't think you know
what you mean.

OK, look, how can you tell
whether or not a coach likes you?

I don't know.

He gives me
a ride home after practice.

No, I don't think so.

What he'd do is give you
a swift kick right in the pants.

Watch it, please.

Even the orderlies
are out to get me.

If a coach feels you have
potential as an athlete,

he'll yell at you, take you aside,
knock you around, humiliate you.

It makes you feel good,
kind of special.

Of course.

Craig hasn't done that lately,
and I know that means I am O-U-T.

You mean he hasn't scolded
you in OR?

Not the slightest admonition.

No errand running?

I can't recall the last time he sent
me to the lab for test results.

Mm. No wisecracks
about your clothes?

Nothing.

You're in trouble, Ehrlich.

This is the delousing room.

Used to be. The pipes burst
and they shut it down.

Fine.

I know what they're up to.

I'll get a radio and some plants.

Look, there'll be
two more carts coming in.

Put the finished folders here
and I'll take them down

to Medical Records.

Wait a sec, some of these doctors
haven't been around here in years.

Most of them are dead.

No-one has had time
to close out the cases.

Westphall can do anything he wants,

he is never going to break me down.

(CRIES)

(GAGS)

I'm looking for Dr Kiley.

I haven't seen her.

Twinkies for lunch?

I was on call all night,
I didn't have time for real meal.

What is going on, Wendy?

I was hungry.

Yeah, but all my kids put together
couldn't eat that much junk

and you never gain any weight.

I am a human garbage truck.

Double satisfaction.

You stuff yourself and then you get
rid of it right away.

I have a niece who is anorexic.

It's totally different.

You see, with anorexia,
you simply starve yourself.

Bulimia is more insidious.

You binge and then purge.

You have to be really careful so
no-one ever finds out about it.

Eating is almost like meditating.

Food's my only friend.

Wendy, that's not true.

Would you call yourself my friend?

Yes, I would. I don't know you
very well, but...

Yeah, who does?

I feel so apart
from everyone around me.

Ms Perfect,
that's what Fiscus called me.

Well, it's true, you know?

It's what I've always tried to be -
perfect.

The perfect student,

the perfect lady, the model child,
the perfect doctor!

The problem is you
are never perfect enough.

See, you are never good enough.

No matter what I ever did,
I always let my parents down.

How come it's OK for guys
to look like slobs?

Listen, Wendy.

You need therapy,
some kind of counselling.

Nowadays, there are all kinds of
experts on nutritional disorders.

Don't worry about this, Helen,
I'm going to get over it myself.

And I mean it this time.

Well, you know,

there are some things that you can't
always do all by yourself.

I'm stupid to let this ruin my life.

And I'm going to conquer it.

You know what I want you to do?

At least go and talk
to Dr Westphall about this.

Maybe.

Meanwhile, I don't want this
to leave the room.

OK.

I have patients
to see before rounds.

The consensus is there is
an immature side to Victor Ehrlich.

I suppose one might say
he's misguided.

No wonder, growing up
with that wacko aunt of his.

So then, any major objections?

We still have two cuts to make.

Jack Morrison.

His board scores are abominable.

I am pressed to think of a single
significant diagnosis

he's made all year.

Well, he certainly helped
that Singleton family.

The fellow that brought his wife
back from the stroke, you remember?

What did Morrison
have to do with it?

Support. He made them both
feel that she could get better,

and you know as well as I do that
a positive attitude from a doctor

can make a very real difference.

But it's not enough.

What I'm saying is, given
the choice between a fine technician

and a wonderful human being, I will
take the technician every time.

I think you're both
missing the point.

The crux of the evaluation is
Morrison's clinical judgment,

his gut instinct
about what to do when.

You wind him up,
he runs into a wall, he stops.

Look at what happened
to the TIA patient. >

Morrison got so involved
with his family

that he lost his objectivity

and he couldn't ask
the hard questions.

I get the sense sometimes
that he's rooting so hard

for his patients that he's afraid
to face what is wrong with them.

Yeah.

But let's not forget how difficult
his personal life has been this year.

His wife's death, trying to raise
little Pete on his own.

I like him, personally.

I mean, that's not the issue.

What's the most you can say for him?

He cares, Mark.

He knows his own limitations.

Dumb, Wayne, dumb.
Never trust reporters.

Don't come crying to me
when they misquote you.

They can't misquote me, I'm just
getting my picture taken.

Be sure you get the negative.

Ehrlich, you're looking
at a frustrated libido.

I have not had a date since...
I can't remember.

October 26th, 1983. 10:48pm.

Thanks.

Eastern Standard Time.

Let me explain something to you.

Hi, guys.

Hi, Shirley. The press doesn't care
about you, OK?

They're in it for themselves.

Women reporters are writing
romances on the side.

The men are walking around
with their shirt tails out,

updating their resumes.

This is a major
metropolitan newspaper.

Great, you sound like Jimmy Olsen.

I don't get it, Shirl,
what's with all this flack?

Professional jealousy.
I'll bet Victor would die

Oh, no. Not this week.

The question is,
do I get permission from Westphall?

For what?

It's your personal life,

the hospital can't question
what you do on your time.

That's right. I need this.

I can see it now,
today the Boston Examiner.

Tomorrow the National Enquirer.

I want to read you something.

"Thank you for sending
your medical record," etc.

Who is this from?

The DA in the rape case.

Do you realise he didn't even tell
the jury how badly I was hurt?

It is too late, Wendy.

"Unfortunately, the basic principle
of double jeopardy..."

He's saying that you can't try
someone twice for the same crime.

I know, I know.
Just listen to this part.

"I wish I could've helped you more.

"Just remember, in our system,
justice is a process, not a result."

What the hell does that mean?

Don't criminals go to jail any more?

Wendy, all I know is you have to
find a way to put this behind you.

Sure, with Peter working
right here in the building.

It's strange, I know.

For me,
the trial was a rite of passage.

For the first time in ages,
I am excited about the future.

What do you mean?

I'm through with the morgue.

I've had it with corpses,
with formaldehyde.

With death.

I'd give anything to feel that way.

The worst has already happened
and we are still alive.

Ladies and gentlemen, Hoot Gibson!

Thanks, Helen.

Dr Caldwell.

I don't know if you're coming
back for a second year, don't ask.

It just so happens
I want to do you a favour.

Yeah? What's that?

I want to give you some advice
on how to keep under control

so your sutures will stay in place.

Mind your own business, Victor.

I just want to help.
I know what you are going through.

Everybody has got to wind
the watch once in a while.

Bye, Victor.

OK.

Gives me the willies.

Goose.

Hey, at last, the medic.

Nicki, have you met
Boston's most eligible doctor?

Yeah.

These are amazing.

Are they all yours?

Oh, yeah.
Take a seat up on the stool.

You know, I don't know why
picked that architect,

he kept throwing me
his profile all the time.

Nicki, fix Wayne's hair.

My hair?

I thought you were interested
in the real me.

(LAUGHS)

That hairstyle went out with
Elliott Gould in Getting Straight,

the worst movie ever made.
We're going to slick you down.

And take off his sweater, Nicki.

Yes, that's much better.

We're going to do some
wardrobe stuff, too.

And, Nicki, two feet back.
Thank you.

Wayne.

Yes, that's outstanding.
That's enough prep.

Nicki, let's get him
into his first outfit.

What kind of outfit?

Look at that.

That's Khe Sanh in '67. Yes sir,

you were my very first headache.

OK, I am ready on the firing line.

Firing line?

Come on, smile.

This is an outfit?

Outstanding.

If we would've had this meeting
six months ago,

I would've said
he was flighty and uncommitted.

So would I.
He has really come along.

I guess that puts Wayne Fiscus
near the top of the list.

Bombs away.

Eyeliner, Nicki.

You know, people are always
asking for free advice.

Yes.

Serious now, you're a doctor.

I can't wait to see this in print.

His performance in ER
has been first rate.

He is always ready to leap in.

There is an acute sense
of the procedure required.

And a good rapport with his patients.

I had a couple to tide me over.

Are you out of your mind?

Hit him with the spritz.

Pull the ripcord!

I think he needed to grow up
a little.

Yes!

Nothing like a year downstairs
to speed that along.

It's always nice when a resident
really matures on the job.

I'm having second thoughts
about this.

Outstanding.

One more.

Wendy Armstrong.

Well, Pinning in Orthopaedics
raves about her.

She is a fine clinician,

I just wish you could respond
a little more warmly to people.

She certainly fell to pieces in
the mortality conference last week.

I can't call that a good sign.

It could have happened to anyone.

Especially when you consider what
she has been through recently.

Yeah. When I think
of that Gaucher patient,

she really did a wonderful
job on that man.

I tell you, I like her.
She's sharp, she thinks for herself,

she usually knows
her stuff inside out.

So, were OK on Wendy?

I am, for sure. Mark?

Oh, yeah.

Well, that is it, gentlemen,
we have done it.

Hallelujah!

I think we have made
the right choices.

Who knows, time will tell.

Might as well release the news.

'3434, Dr John Lovins. 3434.'

Dr Westphall.
I was just heading home.

Well, you will get the news
officially. Congratulations.

I know I am bending
the rules a little bit,

but I figured you could use
some good news.

It's been a rough week, hasn't it?

It has.

Are you pleased?

I guess so.

Something wrong?

No, no more than usual.

I just wish I were ready
for another year.

I'd like to tell you that things
get easier down the road,

but I would want to make
any promises.

At least a couple of weeks' vacation
will make you feel better.

Sure.

Made any plans?

No, no plans.

Thanks, Dr Westphall.
I'm going to head home.

I'm tired, I'm hungry...

OK, good night.

Good night.

Robert, don't get cute, what time
did the messenger get there?

Is the envelope fat or thin?

Kind of in between?

Would you open it for me, please?

Why don't you walk right
over there and listen in?

I can't go home,
I'm stuck here,

at least I can find out
how everyone else did.

Curious satisfaction.

(YELLS)

Read that first sentence again.

We'll celebrate later!

I love you, too.

Bye.

Big surprise,
as if you had any doubt.

Congratulations, Jackie,
you really deserved it.

I've got to get back to ER.

Meaning I don't?

Victor, don't worry,
they won't cut you.

Thanks, pal,
I really appreciate that.

And if they do, we'll give you
a big goodbye party.

Good night, Helen.

Good night.

ELEVATOR DINGS

Dr Craig, wait, wait!

I can't stand it any longer,
I've got to ask you a rare favour.

Yes, Ehrlich.

I know about all the rules
and confidentiality,

but this waiting in limbo
is unbearable.

You know, it's unhuman, it's...

I know, Ehrlich. Yes.

I'm going to be here for the rest
of the night, you know?

I'm not going home
until the morning.

Suppose I get called into the OR?
I won't be able to stitch straight.

I'll drop an ambu bag
or I'll cauterize a nurse.

Ehrlich, did you hear what I said?

What? Yes!

What do you mean yes? Yes what?

You passed, we want you back.
Lord knows why!

Now, may I please go home?

Sure. Yes!

Oh, yes!

I hate cheap sentiment.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Join me.

Go on, read it.

I've been cut.

They didn't even bother
to messenger it to my house,

they just plopped
it in here on my desk.

I'm sorry.

Raw deal number nine.

Women that did that to me.

They're chipping away at me,
ruining my chances.

It wasn't a conspiracy, Peter.

There's some thing weird about it,
man.

You can't trust them,
that's for sure.

I mean, one minute
they're flirting with you,

throwing their legs around.

The next minute
they're screaming bloody murder.

You never know
where you stand with them.

Myra was the same way.

She believed every half-baked
accusation about me

and she never
even gave me a chance.

And the worst thing is
she stole the kids.

Left me with nothing.

I hate women.

They get their claws in you
and they just kind of...

You're drunk.

That's what I like about you, Jack,

you are a real quick study,
aren't you?

What are you so glum about, huh?

Huh?

You've got the big future.

Everybody LOVES Dr Morrison.

Now,
if you came in here to celebrate,

you just go on someplace else.

I'm not in the mood.

They cut me, too, Peter.

I'm out.

I keep going over it, over it.

The whole year.

All those patients I treated,
all the cases I blew.

There's no excuse.

I deserved to get cut.

A grown man catches
it in his fly?

Pathetic.

Hello.

Ah, there you are.
I had just given up.

Come on in.

I'm going to be late for a meeting,

but there is something
I've got to tell you first.

How are you feeling?

Oh, I've walked taller.

Well, guess what.

I changed our plane reservations
to next weekend and we've got

a room at the Frantel Windsor with
a great view of the Champs-Elysees.

Hey, I thought you'd be excited.

A couple days ago I was, Joan.

It's just that this little accident
has made me focus on something,

that's all.

Stop focusing,
I already paid for the tickets.

Look...

What we have here,
you and me, in my opinion...

..is a relationship built
largely on externals.

A tremendous physical attraction.

That's important to me, obviously,
look what I do for a living.

But it's not enough.

I need to have...

It's built on externals because
that's the way you want it, Bobby.

Because that's the way you see women.

What?

That's totally unfair.

Think about it.

When is the last time you asked me
about my work?

Or my feelings about myself?

Feelings?

You want feelings?

OK, I'll give you feelings.

I have never once understood
what goes on inside that

beautiful head of yours,
if anything!

And right now,
Joan, I don't think I care.

Why are you saying this? What?

All I'm trying to do is get
this thing out in the open.

By insulting me and tearing us down?

For once, quit being so defensive
and listen to me.

All right, you got it, I'm listening.

Look, I miss caring, OK?

Some kind of tenderness
every once in a while.

Those little intimate things
that usually bring people together.

Well, if that's what you're missing,

this is a hell of a way
to try and get it.

The envelope was actually
addressed to Wayne Viscus,

Viscus with a V,
like something got coagulated.

The big bash will have
to wait till later.

Consider this on duty champagne.

Hooray.

There you go.

Nice going, you guys,
congratulations.

Thanks.

Thank you.

You deserve it...I guess.

They held me
at The Examiner forever.

I just had time to stop home,
pick up the letter,

change my clothes and get back here.

SIRENS

I'll bet this one is a car accident.

Domestic squabble.

We'll see.

I can't get a BP or a pulse.
Police found this.

It was just filled today.

Call a code!

EKG ready, nasal gastric tube
and CDP tray, stat!

Oh, my God. It's Wendy!

Oh, no! Come on!

Ventricular fibrillation.
I'll charge the defibrillator.

Up her bicarb lidocaine,
100 mg, stat.

Where the hell is our code team?

Full suction.

Come on, Wendy.

No.

No aspiration. She must have taken
these pills hours ago.

Still no pulse.

She's in prefib, we've got
to break it. Come on, move!

Hands off.

Clear!

Come on!

Come on, come on.

Hands off.

Clear! >

Come on, Wendy, don't give up.

No, she's flatlined,
give me some epi, come on!

Not IV, I'm going directly
into the heart.

No.

Let's shock her again.

All right, all hands off.

Clear!

No!

No.

No.

You'll need to sign these
to take the body back

to the medical examiner's office.

There is to be an official autopsy
to rule out foul play.

Foul play?

That would almost make it
easier to accept.

There wasn't.

Or an accident either.

The police found a note she left.

Why don't we step outside?

Cathy, I want to congratulate you,

not only on next year,
but also on your board scores,

there were the highest
of any resident here.

I was never very good
at tests in school.

Obviously, you've gotten better.

I wanted to let you know, I'm
planning to change my residency.

I want to switch to psychiatry.

I suspect you'd make
a very good psychiatrist.

Then, you'll help me?

Of course.

I've learned so much
about my own dark side.

I believe I will be able to show
other people how to exorcise theirs.

I'd better get back to Wendy.

Cathy.

In all candour, I used to think
your mind was somewhere else.

It's nice to know one's opinion
of people can change.

Thank you.

Dr Westphall.

Yes, Jack, come on in.

Listen, if this is about the cut,
I understand, you had no choice.

I'm going to call my folks
in Seattle tonight

and I'm going to start looking
for a place for us.

In a way,
that envelope made things easier.

Jack, we met again this morning,
and we all agreed your work

this past year was affected
pretty much by things

that you had no control over.

Our hope is that
the second year will be better.

You are our first choice
for the vacancy.

Oh, no. No, no, I couldn't.
No, not this way.

Think about it.

I just wondered
if you had contacted Wendy's family.

They're living in San Diego now.

I was waiting
for a decent hour to call them.

There is no such thing, is there?

Right.

Why did she do it?

She left a note, you know.

It said, "Why does life
always start tomorrow?"

Anybody get any sleep?

No.

You know, I read somewhere that
the suicide rate among doctors

is three times higher
than the general public.

Save the statistics, Vijay, huh?

Yeah, I can't stand to keep going
over and over it.

OK, pass me the crow, I'll eat it.

What are you talking about?

Wayne's spread in The Examiner.
Here, take a look.

Oh, boy.

Let me see that.

That's not really you, is it?

That bad, huh?

Are you kidding? It's great!

Can you really buy
that black underwear?

Yeah, give me the tux.

Good old Goose.

OK, I'll admit it,
you look fabulous.

Not only that, the women are going
to be battering down your door.

Change your phone number
while you can.

(TANNOY) 'Dr Fiscus, 5347.'

Oh, please let that be an emergency.

Forget it, Ehrlich,
the lemmings have started to call.

Hello? This is Dr Fiscus.

Jean? Jean who?

Oh, Gene.

Look, buddy, I'm glad
you enjoyed the photos, I'm not...

No, I do not make house calls, OK?

You want to WHAT?

Why don't you try the want ads
in the men's room, OK?

Annie, how are you doing?

What do you want?

I've been waiting for you.

The trial is over, Cathy,
there's not much to say.

Yes, there is.

I just came to say that I...

..I forgive you.

I don't have room in my life
for feelings of hate and revenge.

You're sick, Peter.
I hope you get the help you need.

I wonder why the jury
didn't believe you.

We both know what happened.

You will be carrying it
with you for the rest of your life.

How does it feel to be
such an easy target?

Nobody will believe you
the next time.

Some day, someone will get back
at you when you least expect it.

But it won't be me.

Now get out of my way.

I don't know. Oh, hold on. Wayne!

A guy named Sluggo is asking for
you.

Who?

Says he's a boxer
and he likes your taste in shorts.

No.

No, I haven't seen Dr Fiscus.

Yes, we're all proud of him.

I got the news.

Good, then we don't have
anything to talk about.

Yes, we do.

I know how good my board scores were

and you know the quality of my work
has been improving.

Yet you still torpedoed me.

You got what you deserve.

Even though the jury found me
innocent, you are still doling out

punishment like you are
above the law or something.

What gives you the right?

You are the last person on this earth
I have to explain myself to.

I'm taking you to court, Westphall.

They'll force you to give me
a second year.

I'll be back!

I'll be back.

I got one.

What's the difference
between a resident's first year

and the last days
in Hitler's bunker?

Nothing.

Wrong, more days off in the bunker.

That joke outdates my first year.

Thank you.

Hey, did anyone hear who got cut
besides Peter White?

Karen, Rosen, Cooper.

Cooper, oh no.

The Three Musketeers.

Hi Jack.

Jack, pull up a chair.

I guess you guys are stuck
with me for another year.

Congratulations.

Every time I read this thing,
it gets better and better.

Stop reading it. >

Any of you guys decided
on your specialty yet?

Wayne has got a great future
with Giorgio Armani.

OK, OK,
so I fell asleep on the watch.

No, really,
I've been thinking about it...

This isn't the time, OK?
Shut up about it.

Hey.

I'd like to propose a toast.

Welcome to the second year, it'll be
just as much fun as your first.

Oh, no.

To all of the ambulance drivers
and paramedics and firemen

and all those wonderful people
that help me earn a living in ER.

You've out-brained us, Fiscus.

Hey, to all my friends.

Both of them.

No, really.

I know most of you have found it
necessary to call me a pig

this past year.

(SNORTS)

So I hope each and every
one of you spend 1,000 hours

in the OR with Dr Craig.

To a new beginning
for those who seek one.

That's nice.

To all my friends
who made me look so good.

To the poor, unsuspecting slobs
following in our footsteps.

Your turn, pal.

St Eligius.

Boy, that is all we seem
to talk about.

I talk about Boston General
sometimes.

That's nice.

Look, I'm not saying it's bad,
I'm just saying it's...

it's our common bond.

It sure is.

It is one of our common bonds.

And we spend so much time
at that hospital.

It's like the work
becomes everything.

I guess one of the dangers
is we start to neglect ourselves.

Trying to save other people's lives
and we lose track of our own.

Anyhow, that's what I learned today.

The hard part is going to be

hanging on to who we
are in our hearts.

To the memory of Wendy Armstrong.