St. Elsewhere (1982–1988): Season 2, Episode 7 - Entrapment - full transcript

We're all over you, Carson!
We know who you are!

(VOICEOVER) Previously,
on St Elsewhere.

Do you have any idea why this
happened?

Do you know about the
Troubles, Dr Morrison?

Where did you pick up
that gorgeous brogue?

From Ireland, sir.

It's simple, Doctor. We're
Protestant, and they're Catholic.

Would you call this being
out of the woods?

Are you kidding?
You're all the way downtown!

I'm being subpoenaed by the medical
examiners' office.

What for?



(VOICEOVER) Tonight, on St Elsewhere.

Peter White.
He's unprofessional, and unreliable.

Best thing is to get him
out of this hospital.

But the woman was so desperate.
I just wanted to help her.

He might be like that for a while.

Better not.

Brennan's friends know
where Eddie is.

His life is in danger right now.

Ever since the transplant,

just the thought of Dr Craig
makes my eyes moist.

Your eyes?

Either you know, or you don't know!

Well, I know she's eccentric.

Dr Craig, this package is for you.



Don't touch it, it's ticking.

# As I walked out in
The streets of Laredo >

# As I walked out
In Laredo one day >

# I saw a young cowboy
All dressed in white linen

# Dressed in white linen... #.

I just couldn't take a chance.

Well, you did right bringing her in
here. How are you feeling now?

I was changing
the batteries on my camera.

I didn't see her swallow one,
but then she woke up screaming.

This was around eight o'clock?

I looked everywhere for it.

Well, they're not in here.

Something like that would
definitely show up.

The stomach ache could be
just something she ate,

or maybe she's got
a touch of the flu bug.

Everything is going to be fine.

Can I ask you a favour, Doctor?

We just moved here from Gloucester.

Better keep an eye on her. She may
be coming down with something.

I don't know how we'll manage.

I work nights, and I try
to sleep days.

The problem is there's a car wash
right out the window.

Just the two of you?

I hate to ask you for a refill,
but God knows how else I'll get it.

That's the pharmacy in Gloucester,

and the label with
my doctor's name on.

Well, the hospital pharmacy's
closed right now. Seconal?

If I don't get some sleep,
at least this weekend.

Seconal's overdoing it,
don't you think?

I'm allergic to most of the others.

Believe me, Mrs Russ,
drugs will not solve your problems.

I've got one problem, Doctor.
Sleeping.

Once I get that under control,

everything else'll
take care of itself.

Just a minute.

What have you got?

Someone tried to set this
guy on fire.

Smells like gasoline.

Just hop onto here, sir.

Let's soak him in ice,
betadine and saline.

Hand's not going to keep.

Do you have Caldwell's home number?

Yeah, I'll give him a call.
OK.

Shirley, would you open the cabinet,
please?

Peter, we've got this patient.

Give me the keys. I'll do it.

Can it wait a second? No.

Shirley, would you step on it?

Shirley, come on.

Got your teddy?

We'll be home soon.

Know what I'm going to give you?

I'm going to give you
a big lollipop.

I've got a girl your age at home.

In fact, we're having a party
tomorrow, a birthday party.

All right,
there are six of them in here.

Enough to tide you over,

but tomorrow I want you to call the
family practice clinic

and make an appointment. All right?

I really appreciate this, Doctor.

OK. Bye-bye.

Bye.

I honestly don't see any sign

of a neurological deficit
in Mr Tokugawa's case.

Do you think I should buy this book?

Where Am I Going?
What is it, a travel guide?

No, it's a self-help character
analysis.

Well, Penning wants a lumbar
puncture.

Victor?

To rule out the possibility
of encephalitis and meningitis.

I think he's just churning
the patient.

He's one of our senior attendings.
Please don't talk about him that way.

I was wondering if you could give me
some advice, Doctor.

Medical, personal, or ethereal?

I've had this odd vision.

You want to give Pinning a call?

I don't know his number.

Fine. Come on.

Come here.

I guess you must know Dr Craig
just about as well as anyone.

There's always his wife.

And that you have at least some
understanding of the inner man.

The man is a mystery
wrapped in an enigma, OK?

Why do you suddenly want to know
so much about Dr Craig?

Can't you tell, Victor?

I'm in love with him.

Run that by me again.

I can hardly verbalise it.

But ever since the transplant,

just the thought of Dr Craig
makes my eyes moist.

Your eyes?

Yes.

I can hear my own heart beat,

and I realise I have to find
a way to syncopate our rhythms.

What can I do?

Gifts are always nice.

That's it!

I'll shower him
with affection from afar.

Thanks, Victor.

I knew I could count on you.

Oh, I'm dead meat.

You Patrick Brennan's doctor?

Uh-huh.

Can you tell me how he is?

You a relative?

No, his best friend, Hugh Crotty.

I'm Dr Morrison.

Is he any better?

Well, it's only been a few days.

There really hasn't been
much change.

It's going to take some time.

Does that thing hurt?

No.

Pat's real tough, you know.

Saw him take down four
guys at once last summer.

Yeah, he's tough, all right.

That has a lot to do with why
he's still alive.

You watch. He'll be out
of here before you think.

Hugh.

He might be in that
coma for a long time.

Better not.

For everybody's sake.

Hello, Jack.

Eve, you know the rules.

Oh, come on, for heaven's sake.

You're wounded.
I don't want you walking back.

If Dr Craig catches you,
we'll all need a wheelchair.

What are you doing out here, anyway?

I was on my way to the gift shop
to buy a toothbrush.

I'll get somebody to bring you one.

Donald.

Mark.

How's the back?

Better, thanks.
Improves my disposition, I hope.

You know, Donald, I've been
thinking about what you said.

I probably have been sliding
the other patients, to some degree.

But you could have been
nicer about it.

You want to know how fast
bad news travels?

Arnold Kleven just called.

Who?

That contemptible ferret down
at the board of medical examiners.

He couldn't wait to tell me that
someone at St Eligius is about to be

brought up on charges

for the improper dispensing
of controlled drugs.

What?

Can you believe it?
Earlier this morning,

one of our residents was
snookered by an undercover agent.

Oh, no. Who is it?

Peter White.
He's unprofessional and unreliable.

The best thing is to get him
out of this hospital.

Aren't you jumping to conclusions?

Oh, White did it, all right.
Arnold tells me

he got the whole thing on tape.

Did Arnold say
anything about a hearing?

Of course. You watch.

There'll be an avalanche
of publicity.

This entire institution will
get a black eye.

That agent certainly didn't waste
any time reporting it.

Ten o'clock in the morning,
the day's already in the toilet.

But if we get rid of White now,

at least the hospital won't
go on trial with him.

Mark, I'm not going to do anything
until I get an official call.

Well, you've got to
have a game plan.

A strategy. These guys are vipers.

I don't get it.

On whose authority do the examiners

send undercover agents
into this hospital?

White's problems aren't exactly
a secret, Donald.

Maybe not here,
but how did they know?

They didn't. Apparently,
he was targeted at random.

Are you telling me
they're doing this routinely?

BUZZER

Yes, Elisa?

Put it through.

Hello, Arnold.

I hate that man.

Howdy.

You are really letting me down,
Eddie, my boy.

Lost six pounds
since you've been here.

Yes, sir.
I can feel the difference.

If you don't eat,
you're not going to get any better.

It hurts to chew.

Well, then we'll order up some
protein shakes.

Yeah. The periorbital area
looks great.

That black eye, a couple of weeks,
that'll be gone.

The scar's the least of it, sir.

Can you tell me when
I'll be getting out of here?

Well, I'd like to see that cheek
heal up a little better first.

You thinking about going
back to Ireland?

No, sir.

You know, Eddie.

In this country, if you don't want
to talk to a cop, you don't have to.

You can always ask to see
an attorney.

Not me.

Yeah, but here, lawyers are...

I've got nothing to say.

OK.

Later.

Chuck's bringing the kids
back in a few minutes, Peter.

OK, honey.

Aha!
Found the birthday candles.

Got the lemonade?

Yeah.

Hey, why don't you hang some more
streamers above the table?

All right, all right.

I hope Megan likes her
catcher's mitt.

She's only four years old, Peter.

Yeah, but she's got a great arm.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Hi, Dr Westphall.

Uh-huh, just fine, thanks.
Peter's right here.

Good morning.

No, no problem.

We're just getting things ready for
Megan's birthday party over here.

What?

I don't believe that.

No.

I'm scheduled to come in
about one o'clock.

I could meet you earlier
if you need me to.

Yeah, OK, I'll meet you there.

I appreciate you calling.

What's wrong?

I'm being subpoenaed by
the Medical Examiners Office.

What for?

I don't believe this.

Oh! I'm sorry, really.

Michael, you got a minute?

Sure, what's up?

I'd like you to have a talk
with a post-op patient of mine.

Kid by the name of Eddie Carson.

He's depressed, losing weight.

He's a little kid?

He's 15. Traffic accident.

I pulled out a periorbital fracture
with no problem at all,

but the skin graft on his cheek
didn't completely take.

He's scarred?

Yeah, and refuses to deal with it.

I mean, I'm doing all I can for him,
medically, but he needs your help.

I'd be glad to see him.

White was on the ball, medically,
that night, I can tell you that.

These undercover people can be
very deceptive.

An old classmate of mine from
Berkeley got targeted last year.

They carted him away in handcuffs.

There must have been a good
reason for it.

Tuinal for a chronic pain patient,

and he's pretty sure it was
another doctor who set him up.

That's absolutely ridiculous.

Oh, you know the case?

I know human nature.

In other words,
where there's smoke, there's fire.

Some guy gets accused of something,
that automatically means he did it?

Usually.

Ever heard of the Constitution?

Tell me about it.

Well, it's in one of those
amendments somewhere.

The point is that we're all
guaranteed >

the presumption of innocence.

Is there going to be a hearing?

You said it, Shirl.

There'll be a public flogging
with pillories and everything,

and we get to throw fruit.

Dr Craig? This package is for you.

Don't touch it.

It's ticking.

PACKAGE TICKS

It's definitely ticking.

Could be a metronome
or an egg timer.

Could be an artificial heart.

Or a bomb.

Come on.

I'm serious.

I get phone calls, strange letters,
my car has been tampered with.

Are you going to open it?

Well, it's addressed to me, isn't it?

Why would anyone send me a clock?

Erm, erm.

"Time does not stand still
for hearts that beat together.

"With love from the woman who
waits for our next encounter."

Your next encounter?

Crackpot.

Who is this?

How the hell should I know?

Maybe it's from your wife.

Uh-uh. Ellen's digital all the way.

I don't know. This is a pretty
intimate note from a total stranger.

Are you holding something
back from us?

I'm going to find out who it is

and put a stop to this
nonsense right away.

I didn't know Mark was a player.

I had a run-in with the medical
examiners myself, years ago.

The patient was a 63-year-old
Jehovah's Witness.

Very sick man, totally dehydrated.

Anyway, he claimed that
I medicated him without his consent.

0.45 saline and glucose
intravenously.

Were you facing five
years of probation?

No. This was in the old days.

Then I don't think
it's quite the same.

I'd be better off if I was a junkie.

Have you given any thought
to your defence?

What defence?

Dr Westphall, I gave
the woman the pills.

What I want to know is what
sort of person would take

advantage of her own daughter in
order to pull off a stunt like this.

I don't know.

But that isn't the issue here,
is it?

No.

You know,
I keep going over the whole thing.

I knew it was stupid.

Dangerous.

But the woman was so desperate.

I just wanted to help her.

Now, what does that
say about my clinical judgement?

About my common sense?

What kind of a doctor would do that?

A very tired doctor.

A doctor with some sensitivity
and compassion.

A doctor who doesn't trust
anybody any more.

Peter, I'm having a meeting this
afternoon with Joan Halloran.

We'll straighten this thing out.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

Afternoon, Eve.

You're wasting your time
around here, Mark.

Everything's just hunky-dory.

Well, that's good to hear.

You've been doing those isometrics
I showed you? Let me see that.

Not bad.

Mark, I'm getting bedsores.

You know, what I'd really like
to do is take a nice,

long walk around the block.

It won't be long.

And I'm not drinking any more
of that homogenised chalk dust.

You've been asked for an interview
by Boston Week magazine.

That sounds like an interesting idea.

Why don't you do it?

They want the transplant
from your perspective.

You should be able to
talk about that.

Tell them how you feel.

I feel like hell.

Sure, I'll talk to them.

I'll tell them
we probably should have let me die.

Eve.

I mean it.

I want you to listen to something.

It turns out the woman was wired.

She's a plainclothes
investigator for the state police.

'I hate to ask you for a refill,
but God knows how else I'll get it.

'That's the pharmacy in Gloucester,

'and the label
with my doctor's name on.'

I've heard it already.

This isn't Watergate, Donald.

There's nothing there.

Just listen to this last part.

'Believe me, Mrs Russ,
drugs will not solve your problems.'

'I've got one problem, Doctor.
Sleeping.

'And once I get that under control,

'everything else will take
care of itself.'

Entrapment, pure and simple.

Illicitly dispensing controlled
drugs is a real problem.

Sure it is.

But this agent was preying on
Peter White's sense of compassion.

There are a small number of lousy
doctors out there who hand out

unprescribed drugs like candy,
and I personally can't think

of any other investigative technique
that can solve the problem.

This woman isn't looking
to correct abuses,

she's looking for a scalp,
or a promotion.

Or a bigger budget for her little
bureau she works in.

Donald,
he prescribed without pathology.

He failed to perform a good
faith examination.

He dispensed a class three drug
without a proper label.

She lied to him.

The board has a clear mandate
from the legislature

to do something about drugs.

It's a highly political situation.

BUZZER

Yeah.

'Sorry, but I've got
Senator Valman on line four.

'He says it's urgent.'

You knocked on the right door,
that's for sure.

Yeah.

Ordinarily, I'd be glad to help,
but I think in this particular case,

both of us are wasting our time.

I miss the milk more than anything,
I guess.

The pastureland is so rich and green
over there you can taste the milk

and tell which county it comes from.

What happened after you
moved to the city?

Nothing.

Belfast is very beautiful.

That's nice. Where's that?

Just round at Glen Bay.

I used to go there every summer.

Are you in a lot of pain, Eddie?

I can live with it.

I had an accident myself,
when I was a kid.

It was a bicycle accident.

Of course,
it wasn't nearly as bad as yours.

Did you get scars?

Yeah, I did. Right on my leg.
It went...

I remember, I wouldn't wear
a bathing suit for the longest time.

I guess that's pretty stupid, huh?

At least I could always
wear a ski mask.

I was so angry at myself,
because I knew that it was my fault.

We always had bikes
when we lived in the country.

We'd go all over,
me and my brothers.

Nettle trails,
the hills around Lough Erne.

You needed a bike with fat tyres.

Are they in Ireland?

Who?

Your brothers.

My brothers are both dead.

I'm sorry to hear that.

How did it happen?

Pneumonia, one of them.

I don't want to miss dinner.

What are you doing?
It's only 4.30.

My aunt's bringing in some
home cooking.

They've got a little pub
a couple of streets from here.

Eddie, call me up, OK, any time you
want to talk, or anything.

My only real concern here is the
proximity of the lesion to the vein.

We could be in real trouble
if there's vascular invasion.

(LAUGHS)

I take it you know
something about this?

No, sir, nothing.

I was just wondering
how it survived the prep.

I get calls in the middle
of the night, I get an antique clock.

It must be indelible.

Never mind, we'll cut through it.
The person's dangerous.

Whoever did this broke through
hospital security!

I wouldn't say dangerous.

What makes you say that?

What I meant is,
not necessarily dangerous.

Who? You know, don't you?

Not really.

Either you know, or you don't know.

Well, I know she's eccentric.

You're eccentric, Ehrlich.

This person is certifiably insane.

There's a subtle difference.

But she's a resident.

Good, now we're getting someplace.

A very eccentric female resident.

Dr Craig, it would be betraying
a trust if I said any more.

Ehrlich, take a good look at the OR.

It'll be the last one you ever see

unless you give me
her full name, stat!

Cathy Martin.

That wacko in pathology?

Frankly, sir, I'm envious.

I've wanted to get to know her
better for a long time.

Ehrlich, the woman is a turnip.

Well, my mother always said to
chew my vegetables!

You're a pig, Ehrlich.

Yes, sir.

Scalpel.

POP MUSIC PLAYS

Can I get you something?

Sure can. Let's see. Food.

What can you recommend?

You can't do any better
than my husband's beef stew.

Sounds perfect.
Beef stew and coffee.

Separate bowls, all right?

Bowl of stew and a cup of coffee.

Coming up.

My name is Dr Michael Ridley
from St Eligius.

I work with Dr Caldwell.

I met with your nephew this
afternoon, Eddie Carson.

Why don't we sit down?

Are you a surgeon?

Oh, Gareth,
this is Dr Ridley from St Eligius.

He had a talk with Eddie.

How are you?

Hello. I work with children
and adolescents.

Eddie is a great guy.

He's got a hard road ahead of him.

You see, I first met with Eddie
at the request of Dr Caldwell.

He was worried because Eddie
was losing so much weight

and not healing as rapidly
as we had hoped he would.

But what worries me is that Eddie
keeps so much bottled up inside,

and that's dangerous.

But he's a quiet boy.

He's been through a nightmare.

We may as well talk plainly, Alice.

But you have to swear, Doctor, that
whatever we say stays between us.

Absolutely.

Now, the police are pretty sure
that Eddie ran that car

over Patrick Brennan on purpose.

He did it in self defence. They've
been after him since he got here.

Why?

Because there are some people
who believe

that you can't be Irish
and Protestant.

Brennan's one of those
Irish-American kids who's frustrated

because he's not over there fighting
for the unification of Ireland.

He and his friends do
things like raising money

and sending it over to
the IRA to buy guns.

I see, I see.

Now, what I'm mostly confused
about is what happened

when Eddie left County...?

Fermanagh. >

And moved up to Belfast.

My sister got remarried to
a terrible choice of a man.

An iron worker at Harland and Wolff.

A real militant Ulsterman. >

Eddie and his brothers
became disciples. >

They went to all the parades
and protest demonstrations.

They fought against the Catholic
boys at the drop of a hat.

They even learnt how to make
petrol bombs.

Gareth!

Keeping it secret isn't going to
help Eddie any more.

Last November, he dropped
one in front of a bus station.

He killed the three IRA guys
he was after.

Two innocent bystanders
were also killed.

Believe me, Dr Ridley, Eddie never
anticipated that that would happen.

He's trying to get
away from all that now.

You have to tell the police.

But if we do,
they'll send Eddie back to Ireland,

and he's bound to be killed.

Look, as soon as he gets well,
we'll get him out of Boston.

Listen to me.

Brennan's friends
know where Eddie is.

His life is in danger right now.

Entrapment isn't what
you think, Donald. >

Legally speaking,
Peter White was not entrapped. >

All they have to do is prove >

that he had a predisposition
to commit the offence. >

Towel, please.

And with his record of drug abuse,
that's a cinch.

All right,
what about due process of law?

Now, he did study some radiology
at med school, and I'm thinking

if we took him out of the ER,
maybe we can ride this thing out.

I think it's a terrible mistake

to let them determine
how we staff this hospital.

Now, Donald.

I know, I said I wasn't going
to let things get to me.

I'm glad you remembered.

Well, this is totally unfair.

They destroy any respect for the law
people may have by trying to

enforce it with lies and deceptions.

If they infiltrate this
hospital with spies

and phoney patients, none of us
will feel free to do our work.

I got a legal
opinion from Sam Hendricks.

His advice is that we get
rid of White immediately.

Drink?

No, thanks. I'm on my way home.

You know, three months ago, I would
have canned Peter White in a second.

He was certainly a missile, right?

He was, but it's amazing the way
he's turned himself around.

We have to give him credit for that.

I've been working with him
very closely this last month,

and I'll tell you, his diagnostic
skills sometimes,

Daniel, are really remarkable.

Even so,
his history can't be ignored.

Why should that be
a noose around his neck?

Why does everyone want to
get rid of him?

How much penance does a man have to
do before he's forgiven?

Good question.

For Pete's sake, there's got to be
something we can do for him.

Concerned about Eve's apparently
deteriorating emotional state.

Seems on the edge of a severe
post-operative depression.

Trying to figure out something that
will snap her out of it.

KNOCK AT DOOR

What?

I got your message on my beeper.

It wasn't a message.

It was an expression
of genuine annoyance.

How did you find out?

Ehrlich told me.

Of course. He was supposed to.
He was my pawn.

I called you in here to tell you

that this asinine little game
has got to stop.

Haven't you ever had the feeling
that you're bonded with

another person?

Even though you've barely met,
that certain features of that

other person's mind and body
are known to you in advance.

Never.

There's a reason this moment has
come for us, Dr Craig,

and it has to do with the first real
boyfriend I ever had.

His name was Mark, also,

and he is now a dental
hygienist in Kansas City.

I don't want to hear about this.

But you have to.

Mark and I were made for each
other in every way,

but six weeks later, he introduced
me to his boyfriend, Squirt.

I swore that I would find the one
other person on this earth

that was just like him.

Except, of course, for that one,
unfortunate characteristic.

And you think it's me?

Unless you're...

Touch me again, I'll break your arm.

My other Mark used to talk to me
that way.

Did he ever tell you to get
out of his office?

I know this kind of thing takes
time, Mark, but I'll help you.

And, gradually,
you'll see our destinies will merge,

like Hepburn and Tracy.

Lady, the medical profession has no
room for these kind of shenanigans.

It smacks of unethical behaviour.

And, frankly, you're not even
my type. Now get out.

I'll go for now, but I'll be back.

She'll be here.

Thanks. Hello, Miss Hadley.

Joyce, please.

Thank you for agreeing to see me.
It's my first exclusive.

Mine too.

This is Bob Collins, our
photographer.

Nobody said anything about pictures.

If I'd known,
I would have got my hair done.

It's just a couple of candid shots,
while we talk.

Frankly, I can't imagine anyone
being interested

in what I have to say.

I'm just a middle-aged
schoolteacher.

People care what celebrities think.

You mean Brooke Shields.

Well, let's start with an easy one.

How do you feel?

Is that an easy one?

Like I want to go home.

No, seriously.

I'm being serious.

OK.

Are you conscious of the new heart?
Do you feel any difference inside?

It hurts a little.
They tell me that's normal.

No, I meant are you aware of any
difference in your emotional make-up?

I don't get you.

Deep inside. The way you feel.

I wasn't aware that Boston Week
was a religious magazine.

Do you think the transplant will
affect your home situation?

No, I don't. Look, does he
have to keep doing that?

Bob.

Maybe I'll skip ahead here.

Do you regret having the transplant?

If I didn't have it, I'd be dead,
and I'd regret that a lot more.

Are you worried that people
may see you as a freak?

I am a freak.

Look, if you've got one more
question, please ask it.

I'm getting tired.

OK.

One more, one more question.

According to our source,
your operation cost $110,000.

Was it worth it?

Not today.

This was a bad idea.

One, two, three, four, five.

One, two, three, four, five.

One, two, three, four, five.

One, two, three, four, five.

Another amp of bicarb, stat.

Check. It's been 45 minutes.

There's no pulse,
no response to anything.

..four, five.

One, two, three, four, five.

We did all we could.

I'm surprised he lived this long.

I'll sign the death certificate. >

I'm sorry.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

I have to call his mother.

Tell her her son was murdered.

And go and tell Carson
he's running out of time.

She's writing me little notes,
sending me gifts.

I like the clock. >

That's beside the point. This kind of
nonsense makes me nervous.

She sounds like quite a handful.

She's nuts.

She's young.

You were pretty insatiable
yourself at age 28.

That's different. I'm a man.

This whole thing is
disturbing to me, Ellen.

Don't you understand?

She thinks I'm somebody else.

Keeps babbling about some bisexual
dental assistant from Oklahoma City.

Kansas City.

Well, wherever the hell he's from.

You're embarrassed.

I'm a surgeon, not a sex object.

Uh-huh? To me, you are.

Oh, for crying out loud, Ellen.
We're in the kitchen.

Well, I remember when we christened
every room in the house.

Yeah, sure.

Well, that was a long time ago.

Will you concentrate on today
and tell me what do?

I'm having lunch near the hospital.

I could stop by and have a little
chat with her, woman to woman.

I don't know.

Might help, you never know.

Actually, I'd really appreciate that.

Don't worry about it.

Tell her anything.
Just get her off my back!

And you, too.
You're wrinkling my shirt.

She was in here every
week for six months.

She tripped on an umbrella.
Her wrist was shattered.

But you don't know
the doctor's name.

He was a very sexy young man,
I remember that.

I wouldn't have an opinion on that.

Well, Mrs Rizzo, is the pain
constant, or only when you move it?

Both.

They gave her Percodan last time.

For a six month-old wrist fracture?

Well, it was my arm bone, actually.

Yeah, well,
I want two new films on this.

I want an AP and a lateral
of her forearm and wrist,

and a urinalysis and a complete
blood chemistry panel.

What is this, the Mayo Clinic?

She doesn't need a diagnosis.
She needs something for the pain.

Excuse me.

The neurovascular exam is normal.

I could get the damn pills
easier on the street!

Isn't she sweet?

Who?

Mrs Rizzo. She was in here all the
time last winter.

I had her figured for a narc.

Can't be too careful.

PHONE RINGS

St Eligius emergency.

Well,
then take it out of your mouth.

Come on. Right this way.

Right this way.

Oh.

Miss Leighton, you got company.

Oh, I don't believe it!

Oh, this is too good to be true!

Well, I want a big
hug from all of you!

How did you get here?

Luther drove us over.

In that case, I want a big hug
from you too, Luther.

It was Dr Craig's idea.
Problem is, I dented up the car.

Here you go.
I stole this for you.

Oh, you did not,
but thanks anyway, Vinnie.

Just the thing to take the curse
off this dull hospital plastic.

Oh!

Relax, I'm not going to fall
apart on you, I promise.

Well, sit down, everyone.

Oh, I'd better go.

Somebody might need me.

Oh, thanks again, Luther.
And thank Dr Craig for me, will you?

OK. See you guys later.

Take it easy.

Bye.

Now, tell me everything I missed.
That's every little thing.

Well, Mr Berg got fired.

Berg the jerg, right?
No great loss.

My mum got a temp job.

Oh, Carla, that's great! Where?

Cashier at Christie's.

Oh, terrific.

What about you, Vinnie?
How's your brother doing?

He's back in school.

Mr Dietrich said
he wouldn't press charges

because the stapler only grazed him.

Sounds like I missed
all the excitement!

So, when do you think
they might let you back and teach?

Well, 8.35am,
first day of summer school.

All right!

And I'll be back for graduation
in June.

The guys are going to be
glad to hear that.

Yeah,
because that substitute's no good.

She throws stuff on the board and
expects us to know it by heart.

Hey, I'm not such a soft touch
either, you know.

Yeah, but you wouldn't make us do
term papers on junk.

At least you'd let us
pick our own topics.

Just wait till next term.

Miss Leighton,
did we do something wrong?

No, you did everything right.

Dr Martin?

Checkmate.

I beg your pardon?

I knew you'd come.
You're Mrs Craig, aren't you?

Yes.

Fate has dealt you a lousy hand,
Mrs Craig.

I hope you can find some way
to accept it.

So, this is where
they keep all the dead bodies.

I want you to realise
your husband and I

were destined to find each other.

He's an extraordinary man.
It's nice that you appreciate him.

Much better for it to end this way

than to continue on with some
empty charade.

What charade is that, dear?

Your marriage.

There's nothing left.
We both know it.

Step aside gracefully.

OK, he's all yours.

Don't patronise me, Mrs Craig.

I'm not.

Take him.

And you can take the milk he has
every night at bedtime that has

to be 78 degrees Fahrenheit or else
his digestive tract goes geflooey.

And you can take the blades of grass
on the lawn

that have to be exactly an inch high.

I love a perfectionist.

He also dictates the way I dress,

up to and including the fact
that I can never wear black.

No black?

No black.

You really do love him, don't you?

I guess so.

Otherwise, why would
I put up with all this crap?

The noblest thing
I can do is step aside

and preserve the sanctity
of your relationship.

I knew you'd see it my way.

Oh, I wanted to ask you.

Where did you get that clock?

I'd like to buy one for my mother.

What clock?

The one you sent Dr Craig.

I never sent him a clock.

Oh.

Mrs Craig...

..what if I had demanded
you release him?

What would you have done?

Cathy, we're civilised adults.

I'd have punched your lights out.

BASKETBALL GAME PLAYS ON TV

There we go.

Thank you.

Evening.

What'll you have?

Pot roast.

Hear it's real good.

You have to sit at a table if
you're underage.

Sure.

That one over there's empty.

Damn, I think I left my lights on.
Be right back.

OK.

I've been hearing lots of complaints
about your stuffed peppers.

Yeah, well I love them.

Well, that's good, because there'll
be plenty left over for breakfast.

I wonder where he's going?
He just ordered dinner.

Maybe he heard about your peppers.

Get out of here!

Peter.

I just wanted to let you know that we
managed to kill the public hearing.

That's great.

Yeah, but you're still going to have
to appear before the board.

But it's executive session,
so no press.

Thanks.

I wish we could kill the subpoena,
but, anyway,

Dr Auschlander and I are both going
to be there to back you up.

I appreciate it.

See you.

DOCTORS SHOUT OVER EACH OTHER.

I'm glad you're here, Peter.
There's a bombing.

We could use all the help
we can get.

Jack, come over here.

She's got a dislocated shoulder
and a severe pelvic injury.

Those two are gone, Peter. DOA.

Where do you want them?

Number three.

Get a tracheotomy set.
Call respiratory.

To the lab with ABGs, lights prepped,
hypo, cross-match, stat.

Put those over there. >

Order some fresh plasma. >