St. Elsewhere (1982–1988): Season 3, Episode 16 - Saving Face - full transcript
Caldwell takes on the case of a woman with a disfiguring disease; Craig is visited by his brother at his 30th anniversary celebration; a new doctor takes over the ER.
Ellen, is my breakfast ready?
Is it too much to ask that I
have a little sugar with my gruel?
Thanks, honey.
You're welcome, sweetheart.
Who the hell are you?
The caterer.
Ellen!
KNOCK AT DOOR
Is this the Craig house?
Got a delivery.
Ellen!
Mmm, Taittinger's. Good choice.
Just the right hint of impertinence.
Give me that.
Get those into the other room.
Leave Mr Craig alone!
I want him to wolf down his breakfast
and get out of the kitchen, please.
Here.
You'll never guess who I
just got off the phone with.
Amy Vanderbelt.
Your brother.
William?
You got another one?
Don't tell me he's flying in
for the party tonight.
Yep.
Now, this is your fault, Ellen.
You said that
if we invited him, he wouldn't come.
But, Mark, you haven't
seen him for three years.
I was shooting for five.
Oh, Mark, how can you talk
about your own brother like that?
He doesn't deserve to be a part of
this family. The man's 40 years old
and can't point to one single
accomplishment in his life.
KNOCK ON DOOR
For crying out loud!
Can't someone use the doorbell?!
I will get it, I will get it!
Put that in the icebox, please.
Don't we have a health code
in this town?
Ellen?
Mmm.
This party is a bad idea.
I can't stand people tramping
through the house smoking, spilling
things, slapping me on the back,
telling me we have to do lunch.
Mark, it's our 30th wedding
anniversary,
we should be very proud.
Fine, can't we be proud
in a restaurant alone?
I'm going to work.
Give him a cup of coffee...
..and a milk bone.
Heh-heh...
When St Eligius was built, this was
a blue-collar Irish neighbourhood.
We got a lot of industrial
accidents in the ER.
Injuries from bar-room brawls,
that sort of thing.
Who's Westphall showing around?
Mary Woodley, MD. New head of ER.
You're kidding me?
No.
I was sure Cavanero
was gonna get the nod.
Nah.
Why would they go outside the
hospital
to find someone to run emergency?
Beats me.
Where's she from?
Shaker Heights Medical
Centre, Cleveland.
Great. Westphall goes and finds some
milquetoast from a small suburban
hospital, whose idea of emergency
medicine is treating golf injuries.
You don't think
she's gonna last, huh?
Wait till she sees the wildlife
that comes in through that ER.
Hey, hey!
Easy!
We'd better call security.
There's a welterweight bout
in the elevator.
Well, why didn't you stop it?
And risk these?!
Er, Dr Craig...
Not today, Ehrlich.
Just a quick question, sir.
Mrs McCauley's angina hasn't
responded to nitroglycerine.
Have you tried propranolol?
Yes, that hasn't helped either.
Mark...
I'm sorry that Catherine and
I can't come to your party.
Ah, that's a shame.
I know, but our grandson, Matthew,
has his school play tonight.
He has the lead in it. However,
we haven't forgotten about you.
Catherine would like to send
a little remembrance.
We could use a new blender.
I'll keep it in mind.
So, you tried propranolol?
Yes. Er, you're having
a party tonight, sir?
My 30th anniversary.
Congratulations!
Thank you.
Now, about Mrs McCauley's angina...
I have her scheduled for
coronary arteriography, um...
I'll tell you what I'm afraid of.
I don't think
I'm gonna be able to get a date
to your party on such short notice.
Ehrlich... you weren't invited.
I don't understand.
Let's face it, at social
gatherings, you're anathema.
The two times you were at
my house were disasters.
And you still owe me $217 from the
communist restaurant you took me to.
So, I think we'd all end up
sorry if you were there tonight.
Now, about Mrs McCauley...
Was she invited?!
Just bring me the results
of the arteriography, hmm?
Look, I've been waiting...
Now, look, I've already told you,
your name will be called as
soon as a doctor is available.
Would you please sit down?
I'm sure you'll find this
quite different from
the trauma centre you're used to.
Here, we have to fight with the
City for new equipment, and...
most of our funds go towards
caring for the indigent.
Where have you been?
What have you got?
A headache!
Well, let me see,
you've got your choice.
There's a wino who switched to
Sterno when he ran out of wine,
a transvestite who wants a pelvic
exam from a muscular doctor...
Here you go, Phil.
..or a woman who claims she received
stigmata and drove a nail
right through her hand.
We've stopped the bleeding.
Slow day.
Spoke too soon, Wayne.
Respiratory depression.
30-year-old white male.
BP is 90 over 60. Thready pulse.
Is this the way you found him?
Yeah. Lobby of the Eight
Street Hotel. No ID.
It's pink-white pupils. Gimme that.
What have you got?
I don't know yet. Excuse me.
..I want CBCs, ABGs and chest
X-ray...PA and a lateral stat...
The chest X-ray can wait.
Start an IV, I'll intubate him.
Do you know what
you're treating him for?
Bag of ice on the groin is a
street cure for heroin overdose.
Get me 0.8 milligrams
and naloxone IV.
I knew that.
Not bad for milquetoast!
Andrea, time to get up!
Come on.
Mmm...
We're supposed to meet
Dr Caldwell at ten o'clock.
These photographs of Andrea
Fordham were taken before
Dr Meldrum's exploratory
neurosurgery three months ago.
Neurofibromatosis. It's either
inherited or a spontaneous mutation.
Oh, boy!
In Andrea's case, the symptoms
are limited to her head and face.
She's had 12 operations already.
Five to remove tumours,
seven more to treat glaucoma
resulting from the disease.
I suggest you take a good
look at these photographs.
I'm concerned about
the scarring, Bob.
I don't think this girl's gonna
worry about a few scars, you know!
Ehrlich, I said I would think about
letting you assist me again
if you held the wisecracks.
Sorry.
How much reconstruction
do you wanna accomplish?
This'll be a radical procedure.
Excising large amounts of tissue,
reducing the size
of the eye openings,
reshaping them with new lower lids,
exposing cartilage behind the ears
and resetting them to achieve
a more vertical alignment.
If the tumours have always
returned,
will this surgery
make any difference?
If we remove enough tissue on time,
there's a chance the disease won't
reassert itself as severely.
Now, I've drawn up a basic
plan of attack, utilising
doctors and personnel on shifts.
Dr Marks, you work around me
and er, assist with the glaucoma.
Dr Meldrum,
you'll assess bone disease and be
on hand for a possible craniotomy.
Dr Griffin, you harvest additional
skin from various parts of the body.
This'll be a long haul in there.
Anywhere from six to ten hours.
So I hope you have all had
a very good night's sleep.
Phew, this girl has really been
dipped in the ugly pond, you know!
Bobby, Dr Caldwell, I'm sorry,
it just slipped...
You're out.
I heard myself say it
and I just couldn't stop.
Daniel...just heard the news,
congratulations.
What news?
The board of trustees
wanna hang his portrait in
the chapel, next to Father McCabe.
Oh, well, that's quite an honour.
Let's hope your guy does a better
job than the hack who painted McCabe.
He looked like an
ad...for Burma-Shave!
You don't seem too excited.
It's an insult.
20 years ago, I had
a full head of hair and my figure.
Now I'll have to sit holding my
breath in for hours at a time.
Well, regardless, you deserve it.
Yes, well, you're not the
one they're mummifying.
Now, Donald, you're still coming
to the party tonight, right?
Sure, you bet.
Good, Carol will be there about nine.
Who's Carol?
Ellen's recently widowed sister,
you know?
Her husband was a sports writer
for the Examiner, Dewie Hicks.
Died of a concussion
from a foul ball.
Yep, I remember.
I think you two should meet.
Mark, I really don't
need you setting me up
with available widows, all right?
When is the last time you've been out
with a woman? What are you, a monk?
I'm happy with my life
the way it is.
You worry me.
Any other of your relatives
gonna be in attendance?
No, my son's busy studying for his
anatomy finals and my mother-in-law
is blowing my inheritance playing
the nickel slots in Atlantic City.
You made up your mind
on a present for Ellen?
Well, I've got it narrowed down
to a string of pearls from
Shreve, Crump & Low...
Nice.
..or a ten-speed Osterizer.
Well, if you'll excuse me,
I have a meeting with Tony Clifton.
He's modifying our phone system,
re-wiring the whole hospital.
I'll see you at the party.
8.45 sharp.
OK.
Hi.
Hi.
So, this is nice, once a week
meeting to have lunch together.
How come I always get to pay for it?
Cos you're the mother.
Although, sometimes I wonder.
Mom, I think you're being really
immature when it comes to Richard.
Look, I choose not to see him.
I think that's being
pretty damn mature.
Yeah, where is it mature
not to see someone you care about?
Because it...
Oh, Marcy, I don't know. I have
to be more in control of myself, not
just running off to a safe harbour.
I gotta be alone.
Take stock of who I am,
take care of my family, act my age.
Er, look, Mom, I gotta
tell you something.
I came to see you under false
pretences. I'm really sorry, but I
think you should give
Richard another chance.
For the sake of the kids.
Hi, Richard.
Ellen.
Well, um, I gotta go.
You two have fun.
You really wanna do this
in front of everyone?
Oh, I'm so glad to see you.
Wrapping up negotiations, Richard?
I've missed you.
And I'm delighted to be here in
Boston and to be associated with
this hospital.
I'm sure that it will take
a while for me to be up to
speed on how things are done...
Is this woman running
for office, or what?
I'm starving.
Well, this place could use
someone in charge for a change.
That's what they said
about Germany in the '20s.
Starting next week,
all doctors will be required
to wear standard white lab coats.
Male doctors will wear shirts
and ties.
You've gotta be kidding!
I'm not doing this to be arbitrary,
I've found in general that...
What's wrong with what I'm wearing?
You look like an outfielder,
not a doctor.
We'll be working closely together
and I'm looking forward to getting
to know each one of you.
Thanks for the soapbox.
Dr Fiscus?
You can call me Wayne.
I can't help sensing that
you're a little dissatisfied.
Oh, just a touch of deja vu, you
know, the pep rally, the dress code.
Makes me feel like I'm back
in high school.
Well, I suggest that if
you wanna make varsity,
you start playing by the rules.
Mr Antonio?
Yes.
Dr Fiscus will be happy to see you.
That's a nice dress.
Mmm, thank you.
You have no right
making her think there's hope!
I understand your frustration,
but Andrea wants the surgery.
Of course she does!
What kind of a life is it
for her looking like that?
I've watched her get excited
every time, then watched the
hope fade away to tears.
She knows not to expect a miracle.
All of this has been hard on our
family, we're a long way from rich
and even though the medical
insurance covers some of the
expenses, it's cost us a lot.
Andrea has a brother in college
we hardly have time to see.
I lost a good job selling insurance,
took off too much time driving Andrea
to check-ups and
doctors' appointments.
Mrs Fordham, I believe in
my ability to help Andrea.
Since she's of age, all I
really need is her consent.
But I would like your support.
Of course I'll stand by Andrea.
I'm just tired of you doctors risking
my daughter's life
to break her heart.
I hear the verdict's in on Morrison,
he's history, the state board's not
buying his lame excuse for
forging his medical degree.
Well, he and I are gonna have
to look for work together.
I'm not long for
this hospital, Victor.
I don't like Mary Woodley,
she doesn't like me.
Who's Mary Woodley?
The new boss in ER.
I think you're over-reacting, Wayne.
Excuse me.
I hate to be a complainer, but I'm
gonna be charged for a three bean
salad, I only count, er...one,
two beans here.
Believe me, I don't
respond well to authority.
Every time she tells me
to do something, I go limp
as an act of passive resistance.
Fine.
The key to your relationship with
Woodley is proper lubrication.
She's a doctor, not a sports car.
I'm talking about corporate dynamics.
Use your interpersonal skills to
reduce the friction between you two.
I got it. Turn a potential
adversary into an ally.
How am I supposed to do that?
How are you supposed to do that? You
take Craig and me, for instance, OK?
We have a relationship
based on mutual need.
He's my springboard to the big bucks.
I give him positive reinforcement,
unconditional acceptance.
And a doormat.
Exactly. Supply and demand.
I could never do that, Victor.
Never say never.
Being a toady requires a lot of work,
but I know you can do it.
I should be running ER
instead of Mary Woodley!
Is this woman the Antichrist,
why does everyone hate her?
Actually, she's really very nice,
but I'm just upset because I
didn't get the job. That's all.
Don't get your nose out of joint,
it's always harder to move up in a
management structure you're
already part of,
it has to do with vertical
resistance.
Since when are you an
organisational science jock?
Hi, guys.
I'm going over a friend's house
who just lost a loved one,
I don't know what to take.
How about some flowers?
No, cos when they die, she'll just
get depressed again over Murray.
Murray?
As in Murray Robbin?
Yeah.
You're going over to visit with...
Mrs Hufnagel, yeah, why?
You need therapy, pal.
I think it's sweet.
Why don't you take her a casserole,
or a baked ham or something?
Yeah, that's a great idea,
because she probably doesn't feel
like cooking. Thanks.
BLEEPER SOUNDS
Why, I don't even know why I
bother trying to sit down and eat.
Come on, Elliot, maybe you can
give me a hand with this one. OK.
I'm sorry you lost the
ER appointment, Annie.
When did you become sensitive?
Since er,
St Eligius started running a
flea-market on career disappointment.
I don't want this to get around, but
Dr Craig is having a big hoedown
tonight and he didn't invite me.
It's no secret.
I've lost the respect of my mentor,
I got absolutely nobody in my corner,
I'm really depressed.
I'm sure I'm gonna regret
this, but...I'll take you.
Where?
To Craig's party, I was invited.
Are you sure, do you mean it?
Just don't try to kiss me goodnight.
Deal.
PHONE RINGS
Hello.
That was me.
KNOCK ON DOOR
You want to see me?
Sit down.
Would you excuse us
for a minute, please?
Look, if I stop now, I'll
never remember where I was.
Go ahead, don't mind me.
I'm out, right?
No.
St Eligius recommended that you be
allowed to continue your residency.
The Massachusetts board's
going along with it.
Thank you.
I know you had a lot to do with this.
No. I didn't.
Joan Halloran's weighed in.
And you don't agree
with her decision?
I'll tell you the truth,
Jack, I don't know what to think.
As a doctor, I'm appalled
at what you did, I really am.
But on the other hand, I understand
how family pressures can cloud our
decisions, so for the first time
in a long while, I just sat back and
did nothing to try and
change the situation.
PHONE RINGS
Yeah? Sorry.
Now, you're not off
the hook entirely.
They've ordered you to
complete two years of
class work while you're here.
That's a hell
of a load for anyone.
What, with taking care of little
Pete, maybe you won't wanna try it.
No, I'll do it.
All right.
That's all.
Jack?
You screw up and
I'll be all over you.
PHONE RINGS
Well, that's for real.
OK, this is the surgical outline.
I wanna make sure you understand
exactly what's happening to you.
I'll trust you.
This is me when I was five.
Before the effects of the disease.
Imagine her at 20.
That's what I wanna look like.
Good morning.
Morning, Luther.
Luther's here to
take you down to pre-op.
Luther, this is Andrea Fordham.
Nice meeting you.
Erm, you want the express
ride, or the local tour?
Express would be better, I think.
Express it is.
I'll meet you downstairs.
So, you're a patient of
Dr Caldwell's? He's good.
He'd better be.
He's got a big job ahead of him.
Well, I've seen him work miracles.
I've learned not to expect miracles.
If I'm lucky, maybe I'll get
what I want out of the surgery.
What's that?
Just...a normal life.
A job,
my own car, a kiss.
Well, that would
put you two up on me.
I applied for a job as a
phone solicitor,
you know, just a voice?
I filled out an application
and I never heard from them again.
Three weeks later, I went back
and the Help Wanted sign
was still in the window.
I can relate to discrimination.
You know, I've been
prejudiced against blacks myself.
I grew out of it.
People should realise it
what's inside that counts.
That's a fairy-tale, Luther.
Take it from me, the outside counts
more, it's just the way things are.
I'd like to be pretty.
Well, I hope it works out for you.
I know I'll never make Vogue
magazine, but I just want to be able
to look in the mirror.
Gina, I've brought a friend down.
What the hell are you staring at?
I'm outlining the areas where we
plan to excise diseased tissue.
Dr Griffin, you can start
harvesting fascia lata.
Lidocaine, please.
We'll be suturing the eyes shut to
protect against possible damage by
sharp instruments.
What the heck are those?
They are chicken wings, Mr Craig.
Couldn't you have
chosen a meatier part?
This is not dinner,
this is an hors d'oeuvre.
Do we pay you by the hour?
I'm worried about your brother,
William, he hasn't shown up yet.
Why are you surprised?
He's only running true to form.
Who let you in here?
Her.
Well, he's your responsibility, keep
him sober.
Make sure he doesn't blow chicken
pods all over my gladiolas.
What's this?
The money I owe you.
I'll count it later.
Nice party, Dr Craig. Yeah.
Nice and quiet and dull!
I hope it's not
symbolic of his marriage.
D'you remember your wedding day?
Which one?
Oh, right, sorry.
Ah... Thanks a lot. Hi.
Happy anniversary.
Ah, hey, heavy.
It's a blender.
Another one, huh?
OK, you ready?
Ready for what?
I've been telling her all about
you, she's chomping at the bit.
Who?
My recently widowed
sister-in-law, Carol, come on.
Carol?
I would like you to meet my very
good friend, Dr Donald Westphall.
Donald, this is Carol Hicks.
Hello.
I was sorry to hear
about your husband.
I enjoyed his column very much.
DOORBELL RINGS
I'd better go see who that is.
Da-da-da-da-da-da, da!
# Happy anniversary,
happy anniversary
# Happy anniversary,
happy...anniversary! #
Was this your idea?
No, sir, bad taste, only a complete
moron would do something like this.
That's why I asked you.
# To Mark and Ellen
# Here's something silly with lots
of love, your brother Billy. #
Ta-da!
Hi, guys, I'm here!
William!
Oh, William, it's good to see you!
Oh!
KNOCKING ON DOOR
Hold your shorts, I'm coming!
Who's there?
It's er, Dr Axelrod from St Eligius.
Oh, Elliot.
Er, what d'you want, Chubs?
I, er,
brought you this,
in memory of Murray.
I mean, you know, like when
somebody dies, in condolences?
I'm sorry.
A ham? Yeah.
Well, er, you might as well come in.
Say, boneless...
Not bad.
"Florence, I miss you, love Ernie."
You know Ernest Borgnine?
Oh, I was a
big fan of McHale's Navy.
Er, you hungry?
Stupid question, of
course you're hungry!
Oh, well, I... I brought you this so,
you know, you wouldn't have to cook
in your time of bereavement, so
don't go to any trouble for me.
Ah, it's no trouble,
sit down and take a load off.
Wow, you've got
a personal computer, huh?
Yeah, well, I'm riding
the wave of the future.
See, I only use it for,
you know, little things like, er,
my budget recipes, figuring the
odds of the race track...
Ah, there we go - ham.
Now, let's see... Er, we can make
pineapple-glazed crispy ham salad...
..or Grandma's Old Fashioned.
Well, what'll it be?
Hmm... Well, I shouldn't...put
you to this trouble.
Well, look, look, I could
use the company, Axelrod, OK?
Now, see,
I'll go fix us a nice little dinner
and er, then we'll use your lovely
ham and we'll have a pleasant chat.
I really gotta go, I...
Sit down and shut up!
Your brother's quite a guy.
How much younger is he than you?
14 years.
So he was an accident?
My father wanted a girl.
I can't believe you and
he are in the same family!
I'm gonna go to the
little girls' room.
Second door from your left.
I know, I got
sick there at Victor's wedding.
Popular guy, your brother.
Why aren't you over there
drooling with the rest of 'em?
Come on, it's your party.
I'm here to see you
and the lovely Mrs Craig.
Can I give you a piece
of friendly advice?
No.
You shouldn't be jealous of him.
He's just not worth it.
Who says I'm jealous?
I can spot a case of
sibling rivalry a mile away.
Donny and Mitch Eriksson back in
Monterey, they fought over cars,
girls, drugs. Trust me, talk
things out, don't do what Donny did.
Which was what?
Shot Mitch with a flare gun and
left the state, back in 1971.
He's still on the lam.
Why did I let you in here?
In order to excise the tumour, it's
necessary to sever certain nerves.
This last incision just destroyed
much of the muscle
control of her forehead.
It's unavoidable.
Planting the fascia
lata tendon taken from her thigh
will restore some of the fine
muscle control, this should
at least enable her to blink.
Trisha, after I've finished closing
up the eye openings,
I'd like to do the craniotomy.
I'd advise against that.
But I can do more extensive
reconstruction
when I open up the skull.
Bob, you have to weigh a little
better look against a potentially
life-threatening situation.
I don't wanna slip back
into doing minimal things .
All the surgery she's had
hasn't done any good!
Bob, Trisha's right,
it's too dangerous.
Unit, Doctor.
She's already losing too much blood
and if we puncture
the dura surrounding the brain,
she could develop meningitis,
then what have you done?
Snap.
Bob, take a break.
I'm fine. Snap.
Take a break, Bob.
Hey, somebody do something!
What's the problem?
She went down to the public
gardens, now she's bleeding.
OK, let's get her in two, come on.
Sit her down there.
OK, er, you're going to have to
wait in that room over there.
It's OK, Maddy, I'm here. Can I hold
her hand while she goes through this?
Fine, get out
of our way, over here.
Get her started on ritodrine,
0.1 milligrams per minute, IV.
It's OK, Maddy,
everything's gonna be fine.
Ooh!
I'm gonna need CBCSMA6,
PT and PTT.
How long have you been pregnant,
Maddy? Oh!
Seven months.
Have you had a bad fall
or a blow to the belly?
Are you taking any medication?
Any drugs?
I need to know.
For what?
To help her and to save the baby.
OK, OK.
I was doing coke.
Let's admit her to OB
and get her on a foetal monitor.
I'll schedule an ultrasound.
We're gonna take good care
of you, Maddy.
What's wrong with her, doctor?
Well, she may be in labour
prematurely,
and large doses of cocaine
may have damaged the foetus.
What about the baby?
We'll know more after the
ultrasound, but if she's been taking
a lot of drugs during pregnancy,
the baby may not have a chance.
Wait! Please, hurry, I think
I may have killed Mrs Hufnagel!
What are you doing in here
by yourself?
What does it look like I'm doing?
I'm staring at my neighbour's fence.
Gee whizz, it is a nice fence,
although I wouldn't
have whitewashed it. Uh-uh.
Well, at least he finished the job.
I remember the summer Dad hired you
to paint the house.
Hey, I did good work, OK?
You did half the work.
The Beatles landed
and you ran off to scam a ticket
to the Sullivan Show in New York.
But when I got back,
I finished.
The trim! I painted the damn house.
So that's why I've been getting
the cold shoulder?
Because I never finished
painting the house?
Don't be glib.
You have no sense of responsibility.
You drop in out of the blue
and everyone is supposed to be
at your beck and call?
You have a terrific bunch
of friends...
Don't change the subject!
Damn it, Mark, I am so sick of you
being morally superior to me.
If you've got a problem
with who I am, let's hear it, huh?
You quit Harvard
because the system wasn't going
the way you wanted it to.
How far back are we gonna go?
You broke Dad's heart.
Then why send me money every month?
You're my brother.
I didn't believe in your politics,
but I believed in you.
That's not good enough.
You were William Craig Junior.
Smarter than me.
Better looking.
And the way you handled people...
I envied your youth,
but I loved you too.
When the war ended,
I thought you'd come back here
and fulfil your potential.
Instead, you're nothing
but a failure.
I know.
What, d'you think
it's easy to live with?
To come here and see
all that you have
and know that somewhere
along the way, I lost it.
You're still a young man, Billy.
No, not in today's world, no.
I've made too many bad choices
in the past
and I've used up all
my options here, you know?
There really doesn't seem
to be anything left.
Except become a cardiac surgeon.
Do you have a job now?
Uh-uh.
Well, what are you going to do?
I don't know, I'm not sure.
Oh, but hey,
we Craigs bounce back, right?
Come on, what are you doing?
Helping.
Mark, how can you expect me to take a
dime from you, knowing that you think
so little of me, huh?
All right, then take it from Ellen,
her name is on the cheque too.
A man who turns his back on his
family can't call himself a man.
Dad told me that.
Uh, well, I...I don't, er, know when,
or even if, I could ever pay it back.
Well, we'll just put it on the tab.
Come on, let's go back
to the party, huh?
Elliot, it wasn't your fault.
Digesting ham only aggravated
Mrs Hufnagel's gall bladder
symptoms.
I know, but will you try
to explain it to her?
Because she really thinks
that I tried to kill her.
How's Maddy?
Undernourished and dehydrated,
but she'll be OK.
Yeah!
And the baby?
We don't know yet. Is it yours?
I think so.
I'd like for you to talk
to one of our social workers
here at the hospital.
So he can tell me everything will be
OK if I finish school and get a job?
I am required to report Maddy
to the Child Protection Agency, she
is going to have to talk to someone.
Do that and I'll take her
out of here.
How old are you?
20.
How long you been on the streets?
What's with all the questions, huh?
Sorry.
So, are you excited
about being a father?
Yeah.
I was never much good at anything,
except tricking.
But I'm gonna be a great dad.
Gonna be able
to take care of the baby?
Hustlers make big dough.
I can make four or five bills a night
depending on the weather.
Are you gonna hustle all your life?
Until something better
comes along, sure.
America's a great place.
You just need the right angle,
you can make a lot of bread.
I've just gotta figure out
what mine is. It'll come to me.
And when it does,
I'm gonna give Maddy the world.
I'd like to help you with that.
Yeah?
Get out your wallet
and I'll show you a good time.
Where are you going?
I'm going over to the Garden,
because me and Jimmo are gonna work
the drunks after the Bruins game.
I've got a family to feed, right?
22 units, doctor.
And we've only got four left here.
I have to go
to the blood bank again.
Nice job on the eyes,
that lift made a difference.
You see this here?
The right eye is pulsating.
I saw that on X-ray.
She's missing the lesser wing of
the sphenoid bone behind that eye.
Her brain is pressing
directly against it.
If I don't fix this now,
she's probably gonna lose
the vision in this eye.
You've got your craniotomy, Bob.
Prepare the osteotome
and open up the craniotomy tray.
'..visited in your room
by the anaesthesiologist
'the day before the surgery.
'In the early days of medicine,
'doctors tried all kinds of kinky
ways to knock their patients out...'
You recorded this earlier, did you?
At the six o'clock news.
Mrs Craig's sister, huh?
One long piece of timber.
You have to shoot from outside.
If you take her underneath,
she'll kill you off the boards.
I don't follow you, Victor.
Would you like a piece of cake?
No, I'm not eating.
I'm not drinking, I'm barely
breathing. No, thank you very much.
I'm tiptoeing through this place
like it's a crystal palace.
Shit! That was close.
You want me to tell Carol
you're in here?
No, no, I'll be out in a second.
I understand.
There are successful surgeries,
William,
and unsuccessful surgeries.
Annie? Old Mr Clock says morning
rounds are just round the corner.
Shh, shh!
So if you take your car to the garage
and it's not fixed properly,
you don't have to pay the mechanic.
Of course not!
So isn't it unethical
for a surgeon to accept a fee
from a patient for a procedure
that does not accomplish its purpose?
That makes sense.
A human being is not a Buick!
But the patient's out
a couple of thousand
and no better off
than when he came in.
William, medicine
has its limitations
and within those limitations,
you either win or you lose.
Ah, but the doctor
always gets a cheque.
Well, since you can't afford
a Band-Aid, let alone surgery,
why argue about it?
Thank you.
Mark, can you say something nice
about an old bride?
I'm difficult to live with,
but the only person here who would
know about that is my wife, Ellen.
My job dictates that I give of
myself to others at the expense
of the woman I love the most.
34 years ago, Skimmer weekend,
I strolled through the quad
on my way to Smokey Joe's
and there, sitting under the statue
of Ben Franklin, was a vision
in red and blue, crying because
she broke the heel of her pump.
Love at first sight.
To my dear Ellen.
How much have we given her so far?
So far? Seven units.
Fresh frozen plasma.
Five units platelets.
35 units Packed red blood cells.
That's too much blood,
we should stop.
Nose isn't right yet
and I wanna sort out her jawline.
Bob, how much do you expect to do?
Her eyes are rebuilt,
the lower eyelids are restyled,
you've got the ears reset,
the tumours in the scalp are clear.
We can't do it all this time. We'll
come back in and do more later on.
First, we've gotta get her
out of here alive.
All right...let's close.
Ah! Oh, Mark, oh,
they're beautiful!
Put them on.
Oh, boy, do I have good taste!
Sometimes.
You know, I've lived
with you a long time
and it never ceases to amaze me.
What?
How at any moment, without warning,
you can be the most
tactless person I know.
Well, happy anniversary
to you too, Ellen.
Why did you humiliate
your brother tonight?
Oh, wonderful,
even my wife takes his side!
What side, Mark?
You hurt him.
Don't look at me
like a wounded deer,
you know exactly what I mean.
It was very embarrassing.
I know.
Sometimes, I can...be very cruel.
I'll apologise to him
in the morning, OK?
Thank you for the pearls.
One more thing...
Aren't you going
to take off the pearls too?
No!
(GIGGLES)
Dr Caldwell?
I came up here to wait.
How is she?
She's great.
We won't know how well
we did for a few weeks yet.
I'd like to apologise...
Stop.
I understand.
You love your daughter.
A mother wants so much
for her child.
You have dreams for them.
When Andrea was six, I took her to
Franklin Park to run in the leaves.
It was a beautiful fall day.
Andrea ran over to play with
some other kids on the swings,
the ones that didn't run away
made fun of her.
One of the mothers yelled at me to
get "that monster" out of the park.
Andrea just stood there, confused.
Do you know what it is
to tell your child
she can't play on the swings
anymore?
Would you like to see her?
Oh, yeah!
Andrea?
HE KNOCKS AT THE DOOR
Billy? Are you up yet?
Billy?
Is it too much to ask that I
have a little sugar with my gruel?
Thanks, honey.
You're welcome, sweetheart.
Who the hell are you?
The caterer.
Ellen!
KNOCK AT DOOR
Is this the Craig house?
Got a delivery.
Ellen!
Mmm, Taittinger's. Good choice.
Just the right hint of impertinence.
Give me that.
Get those into the other room.
Leave Mr Craig alone!
I want him to wolf down his breakfast
and get out of the kitchen, please.
Here.
You'll never guess who I
just got off the phone with.
Amy Vanderbelt.
Your brother.
William?
You got another one?
Don't tell me he's flying in
for the party tonight.
Yep.
Now, this is your fault, Ellen.
You said that
if we invited him, he wouldn't come.
But, Mark, you haven't
seen him for three years.
I was shooting for five.
Oh, Mark, how can you talk
about your own brother like that?
He doesn't deserve to be a part of
this family. The man's 40 years old
and can't point to one single
accomplishment in his life.
KNOCK ON DOOR
For crying out loud!
Can't someone use the doorbell?!
I will get it, I will get it!
Put that in the icebox, please.
Don't we have a health code
in this town?
Ellen?
Mmm.
This party is a bad idea.
I can't stand people tramping
through the house smoking, spilling
things, slapping me on the back,
telling me we have to do lunch.
Mark, it's our 30th wedding
anniversary,
we should be very proud.
Fine, can't we be proud
in a restaurant alone?
I'm going to work.
Give him a cup of coffee...
..and a milk bone.
Heh-heh...
When St Eligius was built, this was
a blue-collar Irish neighbourhood.
We got a lot of industrial
accidents in the ER.
Injuries from bar-room brawls,
that sort of thing.
Who's Westphall showing around?
Mary Woodley, MD. New head of ER.
You're kidding me?
No.
I was sure Cavanero
was gonna get the nod.
Nah.
Why would they go outside the
hospital
to find someone to run emergency?
Beats me.
Where's she from?
Shaker Heights Medical
Centre, Cleveland.
Great. Westphall goes and finds some
milquetoast from a small suburban
hospital, whose idea of emergency
medicine is treating golf injuries.
You don't think
she's gonna last, huh?
Wait till she sees the wildlife
that comes in through that ER.
Hey, hey!
Easy!
We'd better call security.
There's a welterweight bout
in the elevator.
Well, why didn't you stop it?
And risk these?!
Er, Dr Craig...
Not today, Ehrlich.
Just a quick question, sir.
Mrs McCauley's angina hasn't
responded to nitroglycerine.
Have you tried propranolol?
Yes, that hasn't helped either.
Mark...
I'm sorry that Catherine and
I can't come to your party.
Ah, that's a shame.
I know, but our grandson, Matthew,
has his school play tonight.
He has the lead in it. However,
we haven't forgotten about you.
Catherine would like to send
a little remembrance.
We could use a new blender.
I'll keep it in mind.
So, you tried propranolol?
Yes. Er, you're having
a party tonight, sir?
My 30th anniversary.
Congratulations!
Thank you.
Now, about Mrs McCauley's angina...
I have her scheduled for
coronary arteriography, um...
I'll tell you what I'm afraid of.
I don't think
I'm gonna be able to get a date
to your party on such short notice.
Ehrlich... you weren't invited.
I don't understand.
Let's face it, at social
gatherings, you're anathema.
The two times you were at
my house were disasters.
And you still owe me $217 from the
communist restaurant you took me to.
So, I think we'd all end up
sorry if you were there tonight.
Now, about Mrs McCauley...
Was she invited?!
Just bring me the results
of the arteriography, hmm?
Look, I've been waiting...
Now, look, I've already told you,
your name will be called as
soon as a doctor is available.
Would you please sit down?
I'm sure you'll find this
quite different from
the trauma centre you're used to.
Here, we have to fight with the
City for new equipment, and...
most of our funds go towards
caring for the indigent.
Where have you been?
What have you got?
A headache!
Well, let me see,
you've got your choice.
There's a wino who switched to
Sterno when he ran out of wine,
a transvestite who wants a pelvic
exam from a muscular doctor...
Here you go, Phil.
..or a woman who claims she received
stigmata and drove a nail
right through her hand.
We've stopped the bleeding.
Slow day.
Spoke too soon, Wayne.
Respiratory depression.
30-year-old white male.
BP is 90 over 60. Thready pulse.
Is this the way you found him?
Yeah. Lobby of the Eight
Street Hotel. No ID.
It's pink-white pupils. Gimme that.
What have you got?
I don't know yet. Excuse me.
..I want CBCs, ABGs and chest
X-ray...PA and a lateral stat...
The chest X-ray can wait.
Start an IV, I'll intubate him.
Do you know what
you're treating him for?
Bag of ice on the groin is a
street cure for heroin overdose.
Get me 0.8 milligrams
and naloxone IV.
I knew that.
Not bad for milquetoast!
Andrea, time to get up!
Come on.
Mmm...
We're supposed to meet
Dr Caldwell at ten o'clock.
These photographs of Andrea
Fordham were taken before
Dr Meldrum's exploratory
neurosurgery three months ago.
Neurofibromatosis. It's either
inherited or a spontaneous mutation.
Oh, boy!
In Andrea's case, the symptoms
are limited to her head and face.
She's had 12 operations already.
Five to remove tumours,
seven more to treat glaucoma
resulting from the disease.
I suggest you take a good
look at these photographs.
I'm concerned about
the scarring, Bob.
I don't think this girl's gonna
worry about a few scars, you know!
Ehrlich, I said I would think about
letting you assist me again
if you held the wisecracks.
Sorry.
How much reconstruction
do you wanna accomplish?
This'll be a radical procedure.
Excising large amounts of tissue,
reducing the size
of the eye openings,
reshaping them with new lower lids,
exposing cartilage behind the ears
and resetting them to achieve
a more vertical alignment.
If the tumours have always
returned,
will this surgery
make any difference?
If we remove enough tissue on time,
there's a chance the disease won't
reassert itself as severely.
Now, I've drawn up a basic
plan of attack, utilising
doctors and personnel on shifts.
Dr Marks, you work around me
and er, assist with the glaucoma.
Dr Meldrum,
you'll assess bone disease and be
on hand for a possible craniotomy.
Dr Griffin, you harvest additional
skin from various parts of the body.
This'll be a long haul in there.
Anywhere from six to ten hours.
So I hope you have all had
a very good night's sleep.
Phew, this girl has really been
dipped in the ugly pond, you know!
Bobby, Dr Caldwell, I'm sorry,
it just slipped...
You're out.
I heard myself say it
and I just couldn't stop.
Daniel...just heard the news,
congratulations.
What news?
The board of trustees
wanna hang his portrait in
the chapel, next to Father McCabe.
Oh, well, that's quite an honour.
Let's hope your guy does a better
job than the hack who painted McCabe.
He looked like an
ad...for Burma-Shave!
You don't seem too excited.
It's an insult.
20 years ago, I had
a full head of hair and my figure.
Now I'll have to sit holding my
breath in for hours at a time.
Well, regardless, you deserve it.
Yes, well, you're not the
one they're mummifying.
Now, Donald, you're still coming
to the party tonight, right?
Sure, you bet.
Good, Carol will be there about nine.
Who's Carol?
Ellen's recently widowed sister,
you know?
Her husband was a sports writer
for the Examiner, Dewie Hicks.
Died of a concussion
from a foul ball.
Yep, I remember.
I think you two should meet.
Mark, I really don't
need you setting me up
with available widows, all right?
When is the last time you've been out
with a woman? What are you, a monk?
I'm happy with my life
the way it is.
You worry me.
Any other of your relatives
gonna be in attendance?
No, my son's busy studying for his
anatomy finals and my mother-in-law
is blowing my inheritance playing
the nickel slots in Atlantic City.
You made up your mind
on a present for Ellen?
Well, I've got it narrowed down
to a string of pearls from
Shreve, Crump & Low...
Nice.
..or a ten-speed Osterizer.
Well, if you'll excuse me,
I have a meeting with Tony Clifton.
He's modifying our phone system,
re-wiring the whole hospital.
I'll see you at the party.
8.45 sharp.
OK.
Hi.
Hi.
So, this is nice, once a week
meeting to have lunch together.
How come I always get to pay for it?
Cos you're the mother.
Although, sometimes I wonder.
Mom, I think you're being really
immature when it comes to Richard.
Look, I choose not to see him.
I think that's being
pretty damn mature.
Yeah, where is it mature
not to see someone you care about?
Because it...
Oh, Marcy, I don't know. I have
to be more in control of myself, not
just running off to a safe harbour.
I gotta be alone.
Take stock of who I am,
take care of my family, act my age.
Er, look, Mom, I gotta
tell you something.
I came to see you under false
pretences. I'm really sorry, but I
think you should give
Richard another chance.
For the sake of the kids.
Hi, Richard.
Ellen.
Well, um, I gotta go.
You two have fun.
You really wanna do this
in front of everyone?
Oh, I'm so glad to see you.
Wrapping up negotiations, Richard?
I've missed you.
And I'm delighted to be here in
Boston and to be associated with
this hospital.
I'm sure that it will take
a while for me to be up to
speed on how things are done...
Is this woman running
for office, or what?
I'm starving.
Well, this place could use
someone in charge for a change.
That's what they said
about Germany in the '20s.
Starting next week,
all doctors will be required
to wear standard white lab coats.
Male doctors will wear shirts
and ties.
You've gotta be kidding!
I'm not doing this to be arbitrary,
I've found in general that...
What's wrong with what I'm wearing?
You look like an outfielder,
not a doctor.
We'll be working closely together
and I'm looking forward to getting
to know each one of you.
Thanks for the soapbox.
Dr Fiscus?
You can call me Wayne.
I can't help sensing that
you're a little dissatisfied.
Oh, just a touch of deja vu, you
know, the pep rally, the dress code.
Makes me feel like I'm back
in high school.
Well, I suggest that if
you wanna make varsity,
you start playing by the rules.
Mr Antonio?
Yes.
Dr Fiscus will be happy to see you.
That's a nice dress.
Mmm, thank you.
You have no right
making her think there's hope!
I understand your frustration,
but Andrea wants the surgery.
Of course she does!
What kind of a life is it
for her looking like that?
I've watched her get excited
every time, then watched the
hope fade away to tears.
She knows not to expect a miracle.
All of this has been hard on our
family, we're a long way from rich
and even though the medical
insurance covers some of the
expenses, it's cost us a lot.
Andrea has a brother in college
we hardly have time to see.
I lost a good job selling insurance,
took off too much time driving Andrea
to check-ups and
doctors' appointments.
Mrs Fordham, I believe in
my ability to help Andrea.
Since she's of age, all I
really need is her consent.
But I would like your support.
Of course I'll stand by Andrea.
I'm just tired of you doctors risking
my daughter's life
to break her heart.
I hear the verdict's in on Morrison,
he's history, the state board's not
buying his lame excuse for
forging his medical degree.
Well, he and I are gonna have
to look for work together.
I'm not long for
this hospital, Victor.
I don't like Mary Woodley,
she doesn't like me.
Who's Mary Woodley?
The new boss in ER.
I think you're over-reacting, Wayne.
Excuse me.
I hate to be a complainer, but I'm
gonna be charged for a three bean
salad, I only count, er...one,
two beans here.
Believe me, I don't
respond well to authority.
Every time she tells me
to do something, I go limp
as an act of passive resistance.
Fine.
The key to your relationship with
Woodley is proper lubrication.
She's a doctor, not a sports car.
I'm talking about corporate dynamics.
Use your interpersonal skills to
reduce the friction between you two.
I got it. Turn a potential
adversary into an ally.
How am I supposed to do that?
How are you supposed to do that? You
take Craig and me, for instance, OK?
We have a relationship
based on mutual need.
He's my springboard to the big bucks.
I give him positive reinforcement,
unconditional acceptance.
And a doormat.
Exactly. Supply and demand.
I could never do that, Victor.
Never say never.
Being a toady requires a lot of work,
but I know you can do it.
I should be running ER
instead of Mary Woodley!
Is this woman the Antichrist,
why does everyone hate her?
Actually, she's really very nice,
but I'm just upset because I
didn't get the job. That's all.
Don't get your nose out of joint,
it's always harder to move up in a
management structure you're
already part of,
it has to do with vertical
resistance.
Since when are you an
organisational science jock?
Hi, guys.
I'm going over a friend's house
who just lost a loved one,
I don't know what to take.
How about some flowers?
No, cos when they die, she'll just
get depressed again over Murray.
Murray?
As in Murray Robbin?
Yeah.
You're going over to visit with...
Mrs Hufnagel, yeah, why?
You need therapy, pal.
I think it's sweet.
Why don't you take her a casserole,
or a baked ham or something?
Yeah, that's a great idea,
because she probably doesn't feel
like cooking. Thanks.
BLEEPER SOUNDS
Why, I don't even know why I
bother trying to sit down and eat.
Come on, Elliot, maybe you can
give me a hand with this one. OK.
I'm sorry you lost the
ER appointment, Annie.
When did you become sensitive?
Since er,
St Eligius started running a
flea-market on career disappointment.
I don't want this to get around, but
Dr Craig is having a big hoedown
tonight and he didn't invite me.
It's no secret.
I've lost the respect of my mentor,
I got absolutely nobody in my corner,
I'm really depressed.
I'm sure I'm gonna regret
this, but...I'll take you.
Where?
To Craig's party, I was invited.
Are you sure, do you mean it?
Just don't try to kiss me goodnight.
Deal.
PHONE RINGS
Hello.
That was me.
KNOCK ON DOOR
You want to see me?
Sit down.
Would you excuse us
for a minute, please?
Look, if I stop now, I'll
never remember where I was.
Go ahead, don't mind me.
I'm out, right?
No.
St Eligius recommended that you be
allowed to continue your residency.
The Massachusetts board's
going along with it.
Thank you.
I know you had a lot to do with this.
No. I didn't.
Joan Halloran's weighed in.
And you don't agree
with her decision?
I'll tell you the truth,
Jack, I don't know what to think.
As a doctor, I'm appalled
at what you did, I really am.
But on the other hand, I understand
how family pressures can cloud our
decisions, so for the first time
in a long while, I just sat back and
did nothing to try and
change the situation.
PHONE RINGS
Yeah? Sorry.
Now, you're not off
the hook entirely.
They've ordered you to
complete two years of
class work while you're here.
That's a hell
of a load for anyone.
What, with taking care of little
Pete, maybe you won't wanna try it.
No, I'll do it.
All right.
That's all.
Jack?
You screw up and
I'll be all over you.
PHONE RINGS
Well, that's for real.
OK, this is the surgical outline.
I wanna make sure you understand
exactly what's happening to you.
I'll trust you.
This is me when I was five.
Before the effects of the disease.
Imagine her at 20.
That's what I wanna look like.
Good morning.
Morning, Luther.
Luther's here to
take you down to pre-op.
Luther, this is Andrea Fordham.
Nice meeting you.
Erm, you want the express
ride, or the local tour?
Express would be better, I think.
Express it is.
I'll meet you downstairs.
So, you're a patient of
Dr Caldwell's? He's good.
He'd better be.
He's got a big job ahead of him.
Well, I've seen him work miracles.
I've learned not to expect miracles.
If I'm lucky, maybe I'll get
what I want out of the surgery.
What's that?
Just...a normal life.
A job,
my own car, a kiss.
Well, that would
put you two up on me.
I applied for a job as a
phone solicitor,
you know, just a voice?
I filled out an application
and I never heard from them again.
Three weeks later, I went back
and the Help Wanted sign
was still in the window.
I can relate to discrimination.
You know, I've been
prejudiced against blacks myself.
I grew out of it.
People should realise it
what's inside that counts.
That's a fairy-tale, Luther.
Take it from me, the outside counts
more, it's just the way things are.
I'd like to be pretty.
Well, I hope it works out for you.
I know I'll never make Vogue
magazine, but I just want to be able
to look in the mirror.
Gina, I've brought a friend down.
What the hell are you staring at?
I'm outlining the areas where we
plan to excise diseased tissue.
Dr Griffin, you can start
harvesting fascia lata.
Lidocaine, please.
We'll be suturing the eyes shut to
protect against possible damage by
sharp instruments.
What the heck are those?
They are chicken wings, Mr Craig.
Couldn't you have
chosen a meatier part?
This is not dinner,
this is an hors d'oeuvre.
Do we pay you by the hour?
I'm worried about your brother,
William, he hasn't shown up yet.
Why are you surprised?
He's only running true to form.
Who let you in here?
Her.
Well, he's your responsibility, keep
him sober.
Make sure he doesn't blow chicken
pods all over my gladiolas.
What's this?
The money I owe you.
I'll count it later.
Nice party, Dr Craig. Yeah.
Nice and quiet and dull!
I hope it's not
symbolic of his marriage.
D'you remember your wedding day?
Which one?
Oh, right, sorry.
Ah... Thanks a lot. Hi.
Happy anniversary.
Ah, hey, heavy.
It's a blender.
Another one, huh?
OK, you ready?
Ready for what?
I've been telling her all about
you, she's chomping at the bit.
Who?
My recently widowed
sister-in-law, Carol, come on.
Carol?
I would like you to meet my very
good friend, Dr Donald Westphall.
Donald, this is Carol Hicks.
Hello.
I was sorry to hear
about your husband.
I enjoyed his column very much.
DOORBELL RINGS
I'd better go see who that is.
Da-da-da-da-da-da, da!
# Happy anniversary,
happy anniversary
# Happy anniversary,
happy...anniversary! #
Was this your idea?
No, sir, bad taste, only a complete
moron would do something like this.
That's why I asked you.
# To Mark and Ellen
# Here's something silly with lots
of love, your brother Billy. #
Ta-da!
Hi, guys, I'm here!
William!
Oh, William, it's good to see you!
Oh!
KNOCKING ON DOOR
Hold your shorts, I'm coming!
Who's there?
It's er, Dr Axelrod from St Eligius.
Oh, Elliot.
Er, what d'you want, Chubs?
I, er,
brought you this,
in memory of Murray.
I mean, you know, like when
somebody dies, in condolences?
I'm sorry.
A ham? Yeah.
Well, er, you might as well come in.
Say, boneless...
Not bad.
"Florence, I miss you, love Ernie."
You know Ernest Borgnine?
Oh, I was a
big fan of McHale's Navy.
Er, you hungry?
Stupid question, of
course you're hungry!
Oh, well, I... I brought you this so,
you know, you wouldn't have to cook
in your time of bereavement, so
don't go to any trouble for me.
Ah, it's no trouble,
sit down and take a load off.
Wow, you've got
a personal computer, huh?
Yeah, well, I'm riding
the wave of the future.
See, I only use it for,
you know, little things like, er,
my budget recipes, figuring the
odds of the race track...
Ah, there we go - ham.
Now, let's see... Er, we can make
pineapple-glazed crispy ham salad...
..or Grandma's Old Fashioned.
Well, what'll it be?
Hmm... Well, I shouldn't...put
you to this trouble.
Well, look, look, I could
use the company, Axelrod, OK?
Now, see,
I'll go fix us a nice little dinner
and er, then we'll use your lovely
ham and we'll have a pleasant chat.
I really gotta go, I...
Sit down and shut up!
Your brother's quite a guy.
How much younger is he than you?
14 years.
So he was an accident?
My father wanted a girl.
I can't believe you and
he are in the same family!
I'm gonna go to the
little girls' room.
Second door from your left.
I know, I got
sick there at Victor's wedding.
Popular guy, your brother.
Why aren't you over there
drooling with the rest of 'em?
Come on, it's your party.
I'm here to see you
and the lovely Mrs Craig.
Can I give you a piece
of friendly advice?
No.
You shouldn't be jealous of him.
He's just not worth it.
Who says I'm jealous?
I can spot a case of
sibling rivalry a mile away.
Donny and Mitch Eriksson back in
Monterey, they fought over cars,
girls, drugs. Trust me, talk
things out, don't do what Donny did.
Which was what?
Shot Mitch with a flare gun and
left the state, back in 1971.
He's still on the lam.
Why did I let you in here?
In order to excise the tumour, it's
necessary to sever certain nerves.
This last incision just destroyed
much of the muscle
control of her forehead.
It's unavoidable.
Planting the fascia
lata tendon taken from her thigh
will restore some of the fine
muscle control, this should
at least enable her to blink.
Trisha, after I've finished closing
up the eye openings,
I'd like to do the craniotomy.
I'd advise against that.
But I can do more extensive
reconstruction
when I open up the skull.
Bob, you have to weigh a little
better look against a potentially
life-threatening situation.
I don't wanna slip back
into doing minimal things .
All the surgery she's had
hasn't done any good!
Bob, Trisha's right,
it's too dangerous.
Unit, Doctor.
She's already losing too much blood
and if we puncture
the dura surrounding the brain,
she could develop meningitis,
then what have you done?
Snap.
Bob, take a break.
I'm fine. Snap.
Take a break, Bob.
Hey, somebody do something!
What's the problem?
She went down to the public
gardens, now she's bleeding.
OK, let's get her in two, come on.
Sit her down there.
OK, er, you're going to have to
wait in that room over there.
It's OK, Maddy, I'm here. Can I hold
her hand while she goes through this?
Fine, get out
of our way, over here.
Get her started on ritodrine,
0.1 milligrams per minute, IV.
It's OK, Maddy,
everything's gonna be fine.
Ooh!
I'm gonna need CBCSMA6,
PT and PTT.
How long have you been pregnant,
Maddy? Oh!
Seven months.
Have you had a bad fall
or a blow to the belly?
Are you taking any medication?
Any drugs?
I need to know.
For what?
To help her and to save the baby.
OK, OK.
I was doing coke.
Let's admit her to OB
and get her on a foetal monitor.
I'll schedule an ultrasound.
We're gonna take good care
of you, Maddy.
What's wrong with her, doctor?
Well, she may be in labour
prematurely,
and large doses of cocaine
may have damaged the foetus.
What about the baby?
We'll know more after the
ultrasound, but if she's been taking
a lot of drugs during pregnancy,
the baby may not have a chance.
Wait! Please, hurry, I think
I may have killed Mrs Hufnagel!
What are you doing in here
by yourself?
What does it look like I'm doing?
I'm staring at my neighbour's fence.
Gee whizz, it is a nice fence,
although I wouldn't
have whitewashed it. Uh-uh.
Well, at least he finished the job.
I remember the summer Dad hired you
to paint the house.
Hey, I did good work, OK?
You did half the work.
The Beatles landed
and you ran off to scam a ticket
to the Sullivan Show in New York.
But when I got back,
I finished.
The trim! I painted the damn house.
So that's why I've been getting
the cold shoulder?
Because I never finished
painting the house?
Don't be glib.
You have no sense of responsibility.
You drop in out of the blue
and everyone is supposed to be
at your beck and call?
You have a terrific bunch
of friends...
Don't change the subject!
Damn it, Mark, I am so sick of you
being morally superior to me.
If you've got a problem
with who I am, let's hear it, huh?
You quit Harvard
because the system wasn't going
the way you wanted it to.
How far back are we gonna go?
You broke Dad's heart.
Then why send me money every month?
You're my brother.
I didn't believe in your politics,
but I believed in you.
That's not good enough.
You were William Craig Junior.
Smarter than me.
Better looking.
And the way you handled people...
I envied your youth,
but I loved you too.
When the war ended,
I thought you'd come back here
and fulfil your potential.
Instead, you're nothing
but a failure.
I know.
What, d'you think
it's easy to live with?
To come here and see
all that you have
and know that somewhere
along the way, I lost it.
You're still a young man, Billy.
No, not in today's world, no.
I've made too many bad choices
in the past
and I've used up all
my options here, you know?
There really doesn't seem
to be anything left.
Except become a cardiac surgeon.
Do you have a job now?
Uh-uh.
Well, what are you going to do?
I don't know, I'm not sure.
Oh, but hey,
we Craigs bounce back, right?
Come on, what are you doing?
Helping.
Mark, how can you expect me to take a
dime from you, knowing that you think
so little of me, huh?
All right, then take it from Ellen,
her name is on the cheque too.
A man who turns his back on his
family can't call himself a man.
Dad told me that.
Uh, well, I...I don't, er, know when,
or even if, I could ever pay it back.
Well, we'll just put it on the tab.
Come on, let's go back
to the party, huh?
Elliot, it wasn't your fault.
Digesting ham only aggravated
Mrs Hufnagel's gall bladder
symptoms.
I know, but will you try
to explain it to her?
Because she really thinks
that I tried to kill her.
How's Maddy?
Undernourished and dehydrated,
but she'll be OK.
Yeah!
And the baby?
We don't know yet. Is it yours?
I think so.
I'd like for you to talk
to one of our social workers
here at the hospital.
So he can tell me everything will be
OK if I finish school and get a job?
I am required to report Maddy
to the Child Protection Agency, she
is going to have to talk to someone.
Do that and I'll take her
out of here.
How old are you?
20.
How long you been on the streets?
What's with all the questions, huh?
Sorry.
So, are you excited
about being a father?
Yeah.
I was never much good at anything,
except tricking.
But I'm gonna be a great dad.
Gonna be able
to take care of the baby?
Hustlers make big dough.
I can make four or five bills a night
depending on the weather.
Are you gonna hustle all your life?
Until something better
comes along, sure.
America's a great place.
You just need the right angle,
you can make a lot of bread.
I've just gotta figure out
what mine is. It'll come to me.
And when it does,
I'm gonna give Maddy the world.
I'd like to help you with that.
Yeah?
Get out your wallet
and I'll show you a good time.
Where are you going?
I'm going over to the Garden,
because me and Jimmo are gonna work
the drunks after the Bruins game.
I've got a family to feed, right?
22 units, doctor.
And we've only got four left here.
I have to go
to the blood bank again.
Nice job on the eyes,
that lift made a difference.
You see this here?
The right eye is pulsating.
I saw that on X-ray.
She's missing the lesser wing of
the sphenoid bone behind that eye.
Her brain is pressing
directly against it.
If I don't fix this now,
she's probably gonna lose
the vision in this eye.
You've got your craniotomy, Bob.
Prepare the osteotome
and open up the craniotomy tray.
'..visited in your room
by the anaesthesiologist
'the day before the surgery.
'In the early days of medicine,
'doctors tried all kinds of kinky
ways to knock their patients out...'
You recorded this earlier, did you?
At the six o'clock news.
Mrs Craig's sister, huh?
One long piece of timber.
You have to shoot from outside.
If you take her underneath,
she'll kill you off the boards.
I don't follow you, Victor.
Would you like a piece of cake?
No, I'm not eating.
I'm not drinking, I'm barely
breathing. No, thank you very much.
I'm tiptoeing through this place
like it's a crystal palace.
Shit! That was close.
You want me to tell Carol
you're in here?
No, no, I'll be out in a second.
I understand.
There are successful surgeries,
William,
and unsuccessful surgeries.
Annie? Old Mr Clock says morning
rounds are just round the corner.
Shh, shh!
So if you take your car to the garage
and it's not fixed properly,
you don't have to pay the mechanic.
Of course not!
So isn't it unethical
for a surgeon to accept a fee
from a patient for a procedure
that does not accomplish its purpose?
That makes sense.
A human being is not a Buick!
But the patient's out
a couple of thousand
and no better off
than when he came in.
William, medicine
has its limitations
and within those limitations,
you either win or you lose.
Ah, but the doctor
always gets a cheque.
Well, since you can't afford
a Band-Aid, let alone surgery,
why argue about it?
Thank you.
Mark, can you say something nice
about an old bride?
I'm difficult to live with,
but the only person here who would
know about that is my wife, Ellen.
My job dictates that I give of
myself to others at the expense
of the woman I love the most.
34 years ago, Skimmer weekend,
I strolled through the quad
on my way to Smokey Joe's
and there, sitting under the statue
of Ben Franklin, was a vision
in red and blue, crying because
she broke the heel of her pump.
Love at first sight.
To my dear Ellen.
How much have we given her so far?
So far? Seven units.
Fresh frozen plasma.
Five units platelets.
35 units Packed red blood cells.
That's too much blood,
we should stop.
Nose isn't right yet
and I wanna sort out her jawline.
Bob, how much do you expect to do?
Her eyes are rebuilt,
the lower eyelids are restyled,
you've got the ears reset,
the tumours in the scalp are clear.
We can't do it all this time. We'll
come back in and do more later on.
First, we've gotta get her
out of here alive.
All right...let's close.
Ah! Oh, Mark, oh,
they're beautiful!
Put them on.
Oh, boy, do I have good taste!
Sometimes.
You know, I've lived
with you a long time
and it never ceases to amaze me.
What?
How at any moment, without warning,
you can be the most
tactless person I know.
Well, happy anniversary
to you too, Ellen.
Why did you humiliate
your brother tonight?
Oh, wonderful,
even my wife takes his side!
What side, Mark?
You hurt him.
Don't look at me
like a wounded deer,
you know exactly what I mean.
It was very embarrassing.
I know.
Sometimes, I can...be very cruel.
I'll apologise to him
in the morning, OK?
Thank you for the pearls.
One more thing...
Aren't you going
to take off the pearls too?
No!
(GIGGLES)
Dr Caldwell?
I came up here to wait.
How is she?
She's great.
We won't know how well
we did for a few weeks yet.
I'd like to apologise...
Stop.
I understand.
You love your daughter.
A mother wants so much
for her child.
You have dreams for them.
When Andrea was six, I took her to
Franklin Park to run in the leaves.
It was a beautiful fall day.
Andrea ran over to play with
some other kids on the swings,
the ones that didn't run away
made fun of her.
One of the mothers yelled at me to
get "that monster" out of the park.
Andrea just stood there, confused.
Do you know what it is
to tell your child
she can't play on the swings
anymore?
Would you like to see her?
Oh, yeah!
Andrea?
HE KNOCKS AT THE DOOR
Billy? Are you up yet?
Billy?