St. Elsewhere (1982–1988): Season 3, Episode 5 - Breathless - full transcript

LOUD DRILLING

It's a bit early. Hey!

It's a bit early for that kind
of racket outside a hospital.

Want me to call Public Works?

Fine!

Excuse me. I think this checkpoint
will really help with security.

If a rapist wanted to get into
this hospital, he'll get in.

Someone was in my parking space
this morning.

A sure sign
things are getting back to normal.

It's nice to see
the strike settled

and the halls filled with people.



I'm late for a nurses'
grievance committee.

Traffic on the Fitzpatrick
this morning was insane.

How about grabbing lunch together?

I've got to finish a grant
application for the Foundation.

It's been on my desk since August.

I'd like to get out of here
once at a decent hour.

What about getting an assistant?

You make it sound like
there's money in the budget.

That contract settlement
hit pretty hard.

We've always found a way of
getting what this hospital needs.

I can handle my job alone, Donald.

Switching to these
digital clocks was a big mistake.

I grew up with them.

Yeah, they make people lazy.



Nobody needs to use the brain
any more,

just look at the numbers.
Same thing, same thing...

Yeah, with pocket calculators,
I've heard you before.

You're against progress, Riley.
Get out of the Stone Age.

Stone Age?
That's exactly where we're headed.

My own granddaughter, Julia,
in grade school she's taking

a computer course. Big deal.

You set her down with
a paper and pencil

and she can't even do long division.

Sounds like you're getting worse,
why don't you get that checked out?

I got too much work to do.

Hold the ladder and hand me a wrench.

Hi, Victor... What are you doing?

Whetting my appetite.

I highly recommend
the pigs in the blanket.

Get your mind out of
the feed bag, Elliot.

Ali Dalton, the new dietician. >

I can't stand dieticians.
Finicky eaters.

I love women who eat finickies.

What's a finicky?

I've got surgery.

Dr Wade, are finickies ethnic food?

You being on call tonight
really gives me the willies.

Willies? Don't they sprinkle those
on ice cream? Yeah, that's right.

DOORBELL RINGS

I kept calling you,
you kept hanging up.

Miriam... Roger...

It's been a long time.

Miriam...

What do you want?

My children.

You know where they are.

If you think I'm gonna tell you,
you're crazy.

She doesn't have the right...

My daughter doesn't want anything to
do with you.

Now get the hell out of here!

She'd change her mind if she could
hear how well things were working.

Don't try your chameleon act on me.

I've done everything you asked.

I've been sending the cheques.

I know she's got 'em because her
signature's on the back of them.

The first time Myra brought you home
from Providence I smelt trouble.

I mean, there you were, this big,
Ivy League pre-med gladhander.

Miriam said I was just
being protective but I knew.

Spare me the inside view, please.

I heard some of that
testimony in the courtroom.

I heard what those women said
about the kind of man you are.

Did you also happen to hear
the jury's verdict?

I know how I would have voted.

Just tell Myra

I've got a legal right
to see my kids.

I oughta break you in half!

Hey, make your move, pal.

No, you only beat up women.

You just tell Myra
to let me see my kids.

Better get this door fixed.

It's characterised by
a constriction of the lumen...

(GIGGLING)

Ehrlich...
knock off the schoolboy antics.

Sorry.

Narrowing of the aorta
is usually localised...

(Scotty!)

(No!)

(Give her my phone number!)

OK, Ehrlich, why don't you
let the rest of us in on it?

Er, I'd rather not.

You don't have a choice.

Fine, I was just asking Scotty
if she'd introduce me to her friend,

the new dietician here at the
hospital.

We didn't open this man's chest so
you could fill out your dance card!

No, sir.

Besides you're still married.

It's over for me and Roberta. Her
lawyer told me to expect the worst.

Any day now.

I mean, that is it.
Finito, auf wiedersehen, cul-de-sac.

I understand, Ehrlich.

3-0 silk...

So I'm trying to make a fresh start
with women, you know. Begin anew.

Take my advice, keep your friend as
far away from this guy as possible.

As for you, Ehrlich,
as Dr David Demidian,

chief of surgery when
I was a resident once said to me,

"You can wipe the slate clean but
you always eat a bit of chalk dust."

With dating like it is today, chalk
dust is the least of my problems.

It's a pigsty out there.

Then you should feel right at home.
Clamp...

I wouldn't be checking
with you but... (COUGHS)

It's kinda hard to get any work done.

Hacking away like that,
no wonder.

No, no, I can work with my cough,

but not with Warren bugging me
to get it checked out.

Take off your shirt.

Just give me some throat lozenges
or something. I mean,

nothing that'll make me sleepy,
though.

Will you stop stalling
and hop up, please?

(CHUCKLES)

How long you been like this?

Oh, a few weeks maybe.

Why didn't you come in sooner?

To tell you the truth,
I don't like doctors.

That's no snap judgement either.

After working in this hospital for
32 years, I know whereof I speak.

I want you to
take some deep breaths.

It's nothing personal
you understand...

I walk up and down
those hallways every day.

People come into hospitals,
doctors help them, the people die.

OK, fine, now take a deep breath.

(INHALES WHEEZILY)

(COUGHS)

Breath again.

I'm sending you for chest X-rays.

What for?

You've got a persistent cough and I
want to find out what's causing it.

I haven't got time! The pipes are
all broken down in the basement.

See, you're in luck,
X-rays are on the first floor.

Manny,
all ready for your graft today?

You're gonna use my skin, right?

Yeah, we take skin and stretch it
over the burned area.

What I mean is,
it's all gonna be mine.

No pigskin, right?

No, like I told you before.
Only if the graft doesn't take.

That's good.
Lilian only eats kosher.

Don't bring my wife into it.

Manny's afraid you're
gonna run out of white skin

and end up looking like
the dalmation at the fire house!

That's a bad tie, Caldwell.

Thanks.

When did you get these?

The legs?
I've had them since I was a baby.

The spots, dummy.

How should I know, is it a big deal?

Early sign of infection.

I'll have to change your
antibiotics. I'll need a culture.

Mesopotamia.

Sent to the lab!

Look at the ground glass
appearance of his AP film.

Interstitial fibrosis.

Asbestosis. The density right here
is a dead giveaway.

There's a lot of things
that can cause that pattern.

Look at the pleural thickening.

I'm still not buying.

All right, I hope you're right.

Let's put it under the hot light
and see what the fine print says.

Pleural plaque-like calcification.

I bet you
that somewhere along the line

Mr Morland has been exposed
to asbestos.

Where? Riley's been at
St Eligius nearly all his life.

Well, if that's the case,
this hospital's killing him.

Oh, Mr Costelli.

# I'm the one they want,
you know... # (GIGGLES)

I don't understand.

They've been after me a long time.

Who's been after you, Silvio?

Don't you know?

The police, of course!

I'm the rapist.

Why don't you sit down
and we'll take about this.

You see, I plan on turning myself in.

But there is some unfinished business
I have to tend to first.

Come on, Miss Miller.

It's your turn.

My turn?

(GIGGLES) See,
you didn't even know it was me!

This isn't something that
you want to do, Silvio. >

Boy, God, this is hot.

DRILLING STARTS

Look, look... There she is.

Oy, covered her Fiscus!
Here goes nothing.

You said it!

Excuse me...

Can I help you?

Yes. Yes, you can. Erm...
Is the ravioli any good?

Ah, bellisimo,
it's one of our low sodium entrees.

Great.

Too much salt
can lead to hypertension,

kidney failure and stroke.
The average American consumes

8.5 pounds of salt every year.

That's four times the
amount that's considered safe.

Unless you're Bambi.

I'm sorry,
I sound like I'm lecturing.

No, not at all.

Sometimes when I slip in my uniform,
I get a little shrill.

If I was in there, I would too.

I can look underneath
and see the real person.

I mean, you're talking to a guy

who's concerned about the protein
he puts into his body.

Oh, I'm the same way.

It's gotten to... Miss...

Excuse me. I don't really know
what to eat any more.

I've tried carbohydrate loading.

I've tried fruit fasts.

I even went to a vegetarian BBQ.

You need some nutritional
guidance counselling.

Miss, can I have chef salad
with Italian on the side?

Look, it's kinda noisy around here.

Why don't I stop by your office
and schedule an appointment?

I said, hold the baco bits.

Scrape 'em off.

Er, I've got a better idea.

How about dinner tomorrow night?

Like a field trip!

You Victor Ehrlich?

Yeah.

Officer Pete Molloy.

You're hereby summoned to appear in
the Probate Court of Suffolk County

on December 7th 1984

to answer a divorce complaint
filed by Roberta Sloan Ehrlich.

You're married?

Barely.

Sign here.

Roberta wants a divorce.

What is this,
cruel and abusive treatment?

Well, you did tie her up.

He tied her up?

Harmless little sex game.
Victor claims it was her idea.

Did you really do that to your wife?

Pre-nuptially, OK?

Look, why don't we just
forget about it, OK?

Ask anybody at the hospital,
they'll tell you I'm a brown-noser
with a speech impediment...

So let's just forget
about the date, OK?

Hi...

I don't think we've met.

After looking at his chest X-rays

I'd have to agree with you.
Classic asbestosis.

Oh boy.

This confirms my worst fears.

About ten years ago,
when the government first

released its findings on asbestosis
and its dangers,

I ordered the removal of all
asbestos from this hospital.

Riley was up to his knees
in insulation.

Well, we'll do what we can for him.

So it's better late
than never, is it?

Come on, Phil, no-one could
have foreseen this happening.

Well, better go give him
the bad news.

Excuse me.

We could have a serious problem
on our hands, Donald.

I know. I'm worried Riley wasn't
the only one exposed back then.

Did they get rid of
all the asbestos?

Are lives still in danger?

I better call occupational safety
for an inspection.

Good idea. I'm sure the results will
prove that there's no health risk.

There's one fact
that still remains.

A man's life is at stake
because of my negligence.

Hello, Ritchie.

Just came by to see how the
agreement was holding up.

Oh, so far so good.

I'm glad I stuck to my guns
on that ward clerk issue.

I don't know how we survived
without them.

How's Morel?

Mm, she's as far as holding,
we've exchanged prisoners.

Would you like some coffee?

My 12th cup today.

No lemon doughnuts?

No lemon doughnuts. Maybe I could
find you a bear claw or something.

No thanks.

I don't know why, but...

I really enjoy this
particular negotiation.

You worry me, Richard.
That's a little like saying

you enjoy a good
train wreck now and then.

Do I give you a hard time for
emptying bedpans?

That's not in my job
description any more,

and if you'd paid more attention to
negotiations, you'd know that.

This visit isn't entirely official.

I was wondering if
there would be any possibility

of enlarging our relationship beyond
its current professional status.

Something a little more...personal.

Are you trying to ask me out?

Trying, not succeeding. Trying.

That's very nice, I'm flattered,

but there is a small problem.
I'm married.

But are you very married?

Well, let me put it this way.

After four trips to the altar,

I have a healthy respect
for the institution, but

even if I wasn't married
I still wouldn't go out with you.

Why not?

Because you're Jewish.

Prejudice rears its ugly head!

Not at all.

I'm fatally attracted to Jewish men.

Hello, this is Dr Peter White
calling. I'm gonna pick up

my daughter Megan a little bit
earlier than usual today,

so I was wondering
if you could let her know.

Dr White. Her name's Megan,
she's in the first grade.

OK. Sorry, I guess
I called the wrong school.

Hi, this is Dr Peter White calling.

I'm gonna be picking up Megan
from school earlier than usual

and I was wondering
if you could let her know...

Hey! Use the one downstairs.
Can't you read?

I was beginning to wonder
what happened to you.

Oh, Chandler?
Oh, yeah, yeah.

The appointment, I'm sorry.
I got involved up here.

Pipes still giving you trouble?

Yeah. What else is new?

Whoever plumbed this building
sure had a weird sense of humour!

We got your test results.

All the X-rays show
you've got asbestosis.

Just because I work in a hospital
doesn't mean I know the lingo.

It's a lung condition.
It's caused by breathing asbestos.

The fibres scar your lungs.
That's why you're short of breath.

Yeah, we tore all that stuff
out of here many years ago.

The government said it gave
one of their rats a nosebleed.

Well, sometimes it takes
as long as 10 years to show up.

Will you turn that water on?

We caught your condition early.

You guys kill me!

Turn it off.

You don't stop looking until

you find something wrong so you can
keep the tab running, right?

This is serious, Will.

I've got a cough, no big deal.

You've got a disease that is
manageable with proper treatment.

If you don't take care of yourself
you're gonna die.

I got shot when I was in Korea and

this linthead doctor told me I would
never be able to move my arms again.

I bowled a 203 last night.

I'll see you around.

Look, Detective, I'm his doctor

and I can assure you that Silvio
was just making all of this up.

Well, that's not for us to decide.
We'll get a statement

and let the courts decide if your
loon is telling bedtime stories.

My loon happens to be a lot smarter
than your court psychiatrist.

I don't doubt that.

Point him out.

The fellow with the basketball.

Mr Costelli?
Would you come with us please?

I'm not Costelli.
You hear me? I'm not Costelli.

I'm a hologram.

And I'm about to disappear.

That's right, you are.
Now just come on down.

Come on down here for a second.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be used against you.

OK, Mr Costelli. Let's go.

I got him.

Congratulations, Donald.

You just washed two-and-a-half years
of therapy right down the toilet.

Trouble with asbestos is,
when you try to correct the problem,

you can make things worse,
and we want to make sure

that isn't the case here.

How does it look up there?

They did a good job
on this floor. Sealed it up

with fibreglass instead
of trying to rip the stuff out.

If the rest is like this,
we're in good shape.

Can I take this thing off now?

Not till the end of the day.
What we don't know yet is

whether there's a leak
inside the duct.

In which case the heating system
could be spewing asbestos fibres.

No. If that's the case,
that thing will measure it.

In 15 years,
I might end up like Riley?

That kind of talk is dangerous.

We don't want to start a panic.

Originally, when we used it
to construct this new wing,

none of us realised how lethal
the situation could become.

The substance posed no threat

as long as it remained bonded in
tiles or sheets.

Asbestos deteriorates with age,
Dr Auschlander.

So do we all.

The old wing is
down through here, right?

Right through those doors.

OK, we'll poke around a little more.
Let's keep our fingers crossed, huh?

Thank you.

Thank you, doctor.

Hey, look at this!

A department radio scanner.

The boys at the station
know how to deliver. >

POLICE RADIO CHATTER

Turn it off, will you?

That's the last thing I want to hear.

Why, sure, kvetch!

Hey, guys.

How are you doing?

A little rough around the edges
but I'm hanging in there.

Lab says that the spots are
symptoms of a toxic infection.

Caused by bacteria that's

resistant to the antibiotics
we've given you.

Which kind of infection?

A form of gangrene, Michael.

Gangrene? He's got gangrene?

I'm sure it's not
as bad as it sounds. Or is it?

Fortunately it hasn't spread beyond
the leg.

Hey, Mike. You're the first guy
I know who's got gangrene since the

Battle of Anzio.

I'm hoping that mega doses of
penicillin will knock it down.

That's all you ever do,
is hope-call, Will.

Hell, if I can beat an addiction

I'm certainly not gonna let a bunch
of bacteria get me down.

We came in here together,
we walk out together.

It means you'll be spending more
time in the hyperbaric chamber.

My favourite place
in the whole world.

Well. That kind of bacteria
flourishes where there's no oxygen.

So in other words, if I hadn't
been screwed up on the street drugs,

if I handled the pain and
spent as much time in that chamber

as you wanted me to, I never would
have gotten into this mess.

I don't know, Michael.

That figures.

I'm out of here.

Victor.

I heard about the divorce papers.

It's probably on the AP wire.

That's the amazing thing about my
private life. None of it's private.

I know this lawyer...

Everybody knows a lawyer, OK?

I called a few of these
Einsteins today.

The first, Murray Katsman,
said I should plead insanity.

Thank you, Murray.
Paul Hill, real winner,

said I should say I was a
conscientious objector from the 60s.

I remind this guy
that the war was over.

Marshall said, to keep
Roberta from bleeding me dry,

I should stash my money
in a foreign country.

What's wrong with that?

El Salvador?

My lawyer's different.

Yeah, thank you.
Thanks, Jackie, but no thanks.

That's what I get for
trying to help a guy out.

I hope Roberta takes you
for all you're worth.

She seems a lot better than
she did the last time I saw her.

Maybe if you took a closer look.

You know, Charlotte Miller says

that one of the remedies for
Kathy is contact with friends.

I find it remarkable none of you
come up here to be with her.

You know, we all realise what a
terrible thing Kathy went through.

It's just strange, being a man
and someone who made love with her.

I'm not sure I know how to help.

That doesn't excuse the fact
that I'm still the only person

who's doing anything about it.

Hi, Kathy. I brought you some lunch.

Are you feeling any better today?

On the right.
The film on the left

is what you looked like when
you came here to work back in 1951.

The honeycomb pattern is
characteristic of asbestosis.

It means the lungs
can't expand normally.

That's why you've been wheezy.

Without proper treatment,
it's gonna get worse.

Chandler.

I just figured he was a

resident who was trying to cover up
in case things went worse at the end.

The danger point is already at hand.

That's why he wanted us
to have this talk.

How fast am I gonna go?

You don't have a fatal illness,
Riley.

What you have is an impairment.

You have to change your lifestyle.

You won't be able to do things
you used to,

like going up and down stairs daily.

Or breathing?

Well, it is important that
you find time for relaxation.

And maybe think about retirement
a little earlier than you planned.

And who's gonna support my family?

We can't give you back your health.

But you are entitled to
compensation and damages.

What do I do?

Put in for workman's comp?

I think you should sue St Eligius,
and I want you to know I'm prepared

to testify on your behalf.

What's this?

The number of a very good lawyer.
He's expecting your call.

What about my family?

You get that stuff all over your
clothes, you go home, you hug your
kids, you expose them too.

My daughter, Deborah. She's
putting herself through law school.

I'd like to see her live
long enough to make partner.

This is all your fault,
Dr Auschlander.

I always thought
you knew what you were doing.

I'd better get out of here.

Maybe I will sue.

Or quit this damn place, or both.

(PA) Nurse Kirk,
Nurse Susan Kirk to admissions.

Hi. This is Dr Peter White.

I'm Megan's father.

Yeah. I'm fine, I'm fine.

Look... We were calling to make sure
you've got the right number now.

We've moved and the phone company's
changed on us twice, you know,

and I was just checking to make
sure you've got the right one.

Yeah, that's it, that's it. Hey.

Well,
I just wanted to double-check, so...

Thanks a lot. Dr Westphall!

Look, excuse me, sir, I just wanted
to say that now that you've caught

the rapist I was hoping we could

re-establish the close working
relationship we used to have.

Forget it.

You know, the worst
part about all this is,

I used to admire you,

your compassion and willingness
to meet people on their own terms.

You're still guilty,
, we both know it.

Relax, Manny.
Caldwell said the graft went fine.

That guy is such an optimist.

When he says "fine" I start to worry.

I thought you were sleeping, Jerry.

I try. My body's tired of sleeping.

I'm going crazy just laying here.

Turn on that scanner, will you?

Sure, Jerry.

FIRE SERVICE RADIO CHATTER

What's on?

That's Jackson's company.

With Jackson in charge,
the place is doomed.

That guy is the worst captain
in the whole FD.

Michael's old man.

Used to square off
with him regularly.

I never knew he didn't
want to be a fireman.

It must have really been tough
on him all of these months.

Michael...?

Mike?

What is it?

Call a nurse!

Let's go again. Clear.

Lidocaine, 100 milligrams.

1 amp bicarb, 1 amp eppy, 1-1,000.

Where were you when this started?

Running a line on some chick

about what a great doctor you are?
You so damn cool.

Everything's gonna be OK, right?
Everything's gonna be fine.

Cut it, Jerry.

All that talk didn't
do Michael squat!

Manny, talk to him.

We were on him for 30 minutes.
He went into septic shock.

The infection overpowered
his heart.

I'm so sorry.

I'll be down at admissions
if you need me.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

I just came by to set
the record straight.

You want to put that thing out?

What?

I'm headed downstairs.
You want to ride with me?

How is it possible to sprain
your wrist, Mrs Haufnagel,

when your entire arm
is already in a cast?

I don't know.
Maybe someone can explain it to me.

Any pain?

You got the wrong hand.

Take up the slack, will you?
What is it with you today?

Let's just say my personal life
is in disarray, Mrs Haufnagel,

and it's affecting my concentration.

Your personal life?

Yeah, I had a personal life, too,
once. Before Mr Haufnagel left.

I have a feeling that we are kindred
spirits,

that we have a whole lot
more in common than you might think.

Why? What happened?

You first.

OK, fine.

It's my ex-wife,
my soon-to-be ex-wife.

She's going to take me for
everything that I've got.

Why do you men always say that?
You make it sound like every woman

who wants a divorce is a gold digger.

Because in this case it's true.

She took every light bulb
out of the house when she left, OK?

She would've dug up the rose bush
I gave her and taken that too.

Fortunately, we had an early frost.

Hmm. This is just terrible.
You poor kid.

She's even asked for a piece
of my future earnings.

I'm a surgeon, Mrs Haufnagel.
One day, I'll be making six figures.

I doubt it.

Huh?

With your eyesight? Who's going
to trust their gall bladder

to a four-eyes like you?

Fine. Goodbye, Mrs Haufnagel.

Sorry for putting you
on the spot yesterday.

A mediator shouldn't make waves.

It was inappropriate of me
to ask you out.

I'm sorry you feel that way.
I was thinking of accepting.

You were?

Just because I'm married doesn't mean
I can't go out with a friend -
just a date.

Excuse me for sounding dull.
I had theatre tickets in mind.

Make it dinner.

Agreed. Bay Tower?

Too public. Chinese?

Heartburn.
I know a small place for seafood.

And I pay?

Absolutely not. I asked you out.

Dutch treat?

Conceded.

In the interest of closing these
negotiations, you choose the night.

Next Thursday.

I got to go.

Oh, Richard? Yeah?

Your pocket's on fire.

What?

Hello, Myra?

Shirley, I didn't get the
admitting notes on Mrs Cheney.

It's probably here in the chaos.

Everything OK?

This place came unglued
while I was upstairs.

It will take days to straighten out.

I mean with you. Is anything wrong?

Nothing anyone seems to understand.

Try me.

How much longer can this go on?

Jack!
I finally found Myra and the kids.

Yeah? That's great!

They're over at in Cambridge.
Hey, Shirley. How you doing?

Are you going to go see them?

I don't know.
Sometime next week.

Myra's going to let me know. Boomer!
I finally found my kids, man!

Who cares?

Am I interrupting?

The chapel isn't your
usual haunt, is it?

I felt the need to commune with
Father McCabe. Did you ever meet?

No, never did.

When we founded this place in 1932
the Depression was still on.

Medicine was years
behind what it is today.

Donald, what did you want to be
when you were growing up?

Milkman, until I was five.

I wanted to be a doctor.

Not an administrator.

But Joseph was a very strong man
and convinced me I could have

the best of both worlds.

I was foolish enough to believe him.

I feel that
I have let everybody down.

Finished up the nurses' strike,
and now this asbestosis threat.

That's what I wanted to tell you.
I saw the toxicology report.

We're within federal guidelines.

2.5 per cc. It's good news.

You know as well as I do

there's no such thing as
safe exposure to asbestos.

At least we're not facing a health
emergency.

In the government's eyes,
but I find it difficult to live

with their acceptable level of risk.

The fact is, at least
one person got sick.

That's one too many for me.

Daniel, it's not your fault.

I had hoped in my lifetime to leave
my mark upon something good but now

that time is running out and I find
everything I touch only gets worse.

My friend, your life
has not been a waste.

Only without result. Like Sisyphus
of Greek mythology, every time

I push the rock up to the top of
the hill, it rolls back down again.

You're pushing that
same rock, Donald.

If I were you, I'd get out and
open a private practice.

Somewhere in Vermont.

A small village with trees.

No, I'm content where I am.

Just don't wake up one morning
wondering what became of you.

By the way,

I've decided to follow your advice
and get myself an assistant.

I think we've reached an impasse.
Hi, Bobby.

Hi, guys.

Bob's an expert. Let's ask him.

Do you feel we're all made in
the image and likeness of God?

Guys, I'm a little too
tired for philosophy.

Hear us out.

OK, some people are born ugly

but you, as a plastic surgeon, you
can reduce the size of their chin

or their nose, so they look better,
they feel better.

Yeah, and some people,
due to rotten luck,

get deformed and he helps them,
so they don't get stared at.

But here's the big question.

If we're all made in God's image,

is it unnatural to alter the
way someone looks arbitrarily?

Bob?

I think you're asking the wrong guy.

Come on. You don't have an opinion?

No, I don't ever think
of things like that.

I'm a plastic surgeon.

Body and fender man. That's it.

I never cut deep.

You guys want to know something?
All I am is a face.

My face has opened doors
my whole life.

Whether it was dating or athletics,

even getting into Duke.

I look in the mirror and I can't
believe what other people see.

My image of myself is so different.

I'm sorry.

Michael Duffy died
a little while ago.

That's too bad, Bobby.

He was a nice kid.

Yeah.

Wanna get the lights?

Night, guys.

I thought you were going to quit.

I told that yo-yo
to change this thing three days ago.

Here, hold this.

If you want to get the job done,
you got to do it yourself, right?

Unless you've got a good excuse,
and you do.

I'm not looking for an excuse.

I retired for two hours today.

I hated it.
I tried to watch TV.

Have you seen the crap
they put on that tube?

I'd be oatmeal in a week
with that stuff.

I tried to take a nap.
All I could think about was

the bad relay switch on
the east wing generator.

I got in my car. I came to the
hospital, and I replaced it.

This place needs me.

I belong here. (COUGHS)

I bet you think I'm crazy, right?

Do yourself a favour.
Slow down a little.

Oh, sure.
Yeah. I'll quit yelling at my boys.

I might even ride the elevator!

And schedule yourself a regular
appointment in respiratory therapy.

Yeah.

Good night, Riley.

Hey, Dr Auschlander.
I ought to thank you

for looking out for my welfare.

You were honest. You cared.

I appreciate your concern.

But you know something?