St. Elsewhere (1982–1988): Season 3, Episode 6 - My Aim Is True - full transcript

Get the hell out of here, Peter.

I'm going to make sure
women in this hospital are safe.

Try it, I'll knock you down so hard
you'll think twice about getting up.

Starting all over again,
and none of you seem to care.

You tell Myra to let me see my kids.

Guys, I'm sorry.

'Tonight, on St Elsewhere...'

Daniel, are you having any
luck finding an assistant?

Is the position still open?

Hi, Myra.

You're not going to do the same
thing to me you did to Michael!



I could have a tumour!

The only mass you should
worry about is between your ears.

I wish Michael were around
so he could see it.

A lot of hard work and a ski mask
to get Peter where he is today.

First-year resident's syndrome.

Oh, no!

I don't think we're
supposed to be doing this.

You're absolutely right.

Ever think about
going into pathology?

No, not at all.

What brings you down here?

I came to see you.

Annie.

Where have you been? This place
is overflowing and I'm here



with my finger in the dyke.

Been up visiting Cathy Martin.

Too bad they
caught the guy who did it.

Do you believe that?

Mrs Bailey?

Mr Cory? If you ask me,
Costelli didn't do it.

I think the real rapist is
still working in radiology.

Mrs Bailey.

Mr Cory?!

You didn't leave it in X-ray?

I put everything right over there.
Ow!

Careful. The plaster's not dry yet.

You've got to find the gun.
Start shaking people down.

Shaking people down, man?

The gun is gone.

I'd better call security.

I hope nobody's looking down
the wrong end of it.

If that sucker goes off, it will be
the last thing they'll ever see.

Take a few days off, don't grind
yourself into the ground.

It'll get me soon enough.

The time I have left, I'd like
to spend on hospital linoleum.

Hi. Daniel, are you having
any luck finding an assistant?

Not a shred. I wish I hadn't let you
talk me into looking.

There's got be someone qualified
who needs a job.

Must be out of season.

I'm not completely discouraged
though, I have two more interviews.

Good. I'm sure you'll find someone.

Even so, I'm not convinced
we can afford it.

The nurses' union robbed
the stagecoach pretty well

in that last contract negotiation.
The strong box is empty.

Hey, watch it, man!

Sorry.

Sorry? Everybody's sorry.

You're about the sorriest
bunch of people in the world.

Take it easy, Gerry.

That's all I ever do.

I can't even get up
to go to the bathroom.

Believe me, I know exactly
what you're going through.

Good, then do something about it.

We'll get you moving around
as soon as we can.

Hmmm.
Rough morning, huh?

Well, he's healing fine.

But his attitude
gets worse and worse every day.

He hasn't exactly been
good neighbour Sam, has he?

He's been immobilised for six weeks.

That's hard on an active man.

I don't think Michael Duffy's death
has made things any easier.

(HE MUMBLES)

Wait, wait, Elliot.

No, my third cousin on my
mother's side was Italian.

I could have
Mediterranean familial fever.

37.4.

Agh!

Centigrade. It's normal.

I have all the symptoms.

Sweaty palms, pale skin, fatigue.

I'm telling you
I need a complete physical.

You just had one.

That was six weeks ago!

All it takes is a tiny corpuscle
with a mean streak and ambition.

Before you know it,
they write your name on a toe tag!

Why don't we just wait a couple
of days and see how you feel?

Jack.
You're a doctor.

You have a sacred duty
to heal the sick.

Are you going to violate
your Hippocratic Oath

and deny me treatment?

All right.
We'll do a couple of tests.

But I can tell you what
your diagnosis is going to be.

First-year resident's syndrome.

No!

The patient thinks he's coming down

with whatever exotic illness he's
read about in the latest journal.

You think I'm imagining this?

I came to you because I thought
you'd have more understanding.

If you're going to stand there
and tell me

you think I'm a hypochondriac,
maybe I was wrong.

Did you ever hear of
filariasis nematodes Loa Loa?

No.

It's a tropical infection
carried by monkeys in Ceylon.

My first year, I was sure I had it.

What was wrong?

Nothing.

It's something we all go through.

It's almost a part
of becoming a doctor.

No.

Filariasis nematodes Loa Loa.

What are the symptoms?

Ready for the unveiling?

Like a kid waiting to meet
his blind date.

Remember something.

The graft's only the first step.

You still have plenty of
reconstruction left to do.

He's already apologising!

Well? What's the verdict?

The graft's taken well.

Stop patting yourself on the back,
tell me how it looks.

Go see for yourself.

Go on.

Be prepared for some swelling.

Oh...

You might look the colour of your
TV set that needs some adjusting.

Ah.

It doesn't look like much, does it?

We've made a very good start.

Oh.
Well...

I didn't break the mirror, did I?

Sorry I couldn't graft a moustache
on you. Couldn't find a match.

That's all right.

I wish Michael were around
so he could see it.

His funeral's today.

Sorry we couldn't let you attend.

That's all right.

I've got to get used to this face
before I show it in public.

In that case,
I'll let you two get acquainted.

Sheryl, got a stick?
Mr Razor bit me.

Oh. Good nick.

Maybe I should go electric.

Victor, you're a surgeon.

You ought to be able to
handle the morning shave.

Taking my aggression
on myself, I guess.

You shouldn't bottle up hostility,
it'll drive you crazy.

Ow!

Ever know someone who makes
everybody's life so miserable

you'd like to garrotte them
with concertina wire? Ay!

No, it would be too messy.

Mrs Hufnager
brings out the Gothic in me.

The nightmare will end today,
she's going home.

Well, the bleeding's stopped.

Ooh! You're in a good mood.

I'm feeling better about things now
than I have in a long time.

I'd like to make your guru.
Got to run, babe.

Walton Business School.

And an extensive background
in the health care sciences.

You've found the right man.

Your curriculum vitae is
extremely impressive, Mr Adderley.

I have a couple more interviews
scheduled.

But I want to make my decision
by the end of the day.

When will the job start?

First thing tomorrow morning.

Oh.

Is that a problem?

Well, it's just that I'm about
to have an out-of-body experience.

Excuse me?

The master and I
are leaving this weekend

on a field trip to the astral plane.

It's hard to say when we'll be back.

I see.

I'm sure you do.

Your vibrations are very pure.

I just found out that Westphall's

transferring me back
to pathology tomorrow.

Just when I'm on my game
in radiology, you know?

Maybe there's a staffing problem.

No, no, no.
He's just sticking it to me.

Now he's caught his damned rapist,
that creep up in the psych ward.

I'm off at seven,
you want to have dinner?

No, I can't.

Tonight's the big night.

Dinner with Myra and the kids.

Oh, right! Are you nervous?

Yeah, a little bit.

Hi.

Want to bet on how long it takes
this three-year-old to pass a ring?

Not a gambling man.

What about Peter?
He's good at beating the odds.

Let's have a look this skull series.

The Water's view is clear.

Hey, do you think
Megan and Timothy have changed much?

Probably.

But they're still your kids.

I'm telling you, I'm gonna put
things back together with Myra.

Good.

Then you can go tell Cathy Martin
you're sorry you put her
in a straitjacket.

Hey, Fiscus, you shut up.

Jack. You haven't lived until
you've seen Peter in action.

I had the good fortune to catch
his act once.

He's got a way with women.
Unfortunately, it's a felony.

You oughta talk! There isn't a woman
in this hospital you haven't hit on.

It took a lot of hard work and a ski
mask to get Peter where he is today.

For Myra's sake,
I hope she's found another man.

That's enough, all right?!

That's enough, Peter!

Why can't you leave him alone?

Why can't everybody
just leave him alone?

He's doing a con job on you, Jack,

and I don't know why you just
lie back and enjoy it.

When did you arrive
from Minnesota?

I haven't even unpacked yet.

There'll be plenty of time.

I'll give you the tour,
you can see where you'll be working.

Great.

The elevator is right down this way.

Give me those.

Hey, wait a minute, you guys!
I gotta go...

What do you think you're doing...?

How long did you work
for the Hurd Clinic?

Five years.

It's one of the best private
hospitals in the country.

I hated to leave, but my husband
got transferred to Boston.

Here, it's quite different from
anything you've been used to.

The pay is lower, the hours longer
and the neighbourhood

considerably less pastoral!

We'll go upstairs and look
at the cardiac care unit.

The good news is, according to
your EKG, you had a coronary spasm,

not a heart attack.
This is a symptom, however,

of slightly clogged arteries,
which could lead to a heart attack.

Is there anything I could do?

You could stop smoking,
for one thing.

Are you OK?

Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah. It's nothing.

I hope.

Hi.

Doctor Wade, this is Beverley.

Beverley, this is Dr Wade,
she's a resident in cardiac surgery

and I've asked her for a consult.

It's nice to meet you.

I've looked over all your tests.

The angiogram shows a lesion
in the right coronary artery.

Well, my father has trouble
with his arteries too.

My recommendation is that you
have a coronary bypass operation.

What?

You want me to have
open heart surgery?

Doctor London,
one of our cardiac specialists,

agrees with my evaluation.

I guess I shouldn't be so surprised.

Heart problems do run in our family.

Right. If we take care of it now,
your prognosis could be very good.

Doctor Wade, this is major surgery.

Dad says his bypass saved his life.

He's on his second marriage
to a woman younger than I am!

Plays tennis three times a week.

We could schedule the surgery
as soon as possible.

Well, I might as well do it.

Doctor Wade,
could I talk to you for a moment?

I'm sort of in a hurry, Elliot.

It won't take a second. Please?

All right. Doctor London
will explain more fully.

Goodbye for now.

Don't you think a bypass
is a little extreme?

I mean, the lesion is small.
It's in the right coronary artery,

which is better
than being in the left.

And her EKG converted to normal
with therapy.

And what's your suggestion?

I think we should wait to see.

We help her manage her health and
her stress and see what happens.

The new studies show that...

I think a CABG is dictated.

You called me in to consult...

Doctor London agrees with me 100%.

I'd like to call on Doctor Craig.

Fine.
But it's an open and shut case.

Don't come to me when Craig jumps
down your throat for wasting time!

It's not exactly haute cuisine, but
with the exception of the tapioca,

everything in our cafeteria
is quite edible.

You're paranoid, Mrs Hufnagel.
I did not dump you
out of the wheelchair onpurpose!

Don't try and snow me, Ehrlich.
I saw that movie

Whatever Happened To Baby Jane!

You should have been in it!

Hmm.

I'll be back in a moment, we'll
pick up from where we left off.

Have you out of here
in a jiffy, Mrs Hufnagel.

Listen.... You'd better beat feet
while you still got the chance.

Pardon?

This place is a chamber of horrors.

You know, people check in,
but they don't check out!

I'm one of the lucky ones.

Gee, I'm awfully sorry
you didn't enjoy your stay here.

No, no, no -
you don't get it, do you?

Look - why don't we sit down over
there and we'll have a little talk.

Here we go.

Now, that old geezer,
Auschlander, he was

giving you the look around, right?

Right.

Do you think that he's going to let
you see what really goes on here?

What really goes on?

Sodom and Gomorrah. You name it,

the doctors at St Eligius do it.

Now that bleached blond, Ehrlich,

he used to get his jollies
by tying up his ex-wife.

There's no shame around here!

They've even got a doctor here
named Boomer.

And their sexual appetites
are insatiable!

Everywhere you go,
it's slap and tickle time.

The operating room, the elevator,
even in the morgue.

Now, that's sick.
And fights break out all the time.

Well, that shouldn't bother you.

You know why? Why?

Cos the diseases will kill you.

Legionnaires, Aids, asbestosis...

I guess you can't really count that

as a disease, but it will
probably kill you anyway.

If the rapist that's been stalking
this hospital doesn't get you first.

All right, let's sign this
and you are out of here.

Like a shot!

Sorry for the interruption.
Shall we continue?

Um, I'm having second thoughts. I
wouldn't want to rush into anything.

Maybe I should talk it over
with my husband.

Thank you, Dr Auschlander.

It's all Ehrlich's fault.

Hey!

They say I look like ET's
father, what do you think?

You all ready for the awards
ceremony this afternoon?

Oh, gosh!

Another bravery medal for your chest.

How's Gerry?

He's got a bad case of cabin fever.

Carla's pressing him
to quit fire-fighting.

She's been after him
to quit since he joined.

The department gave
Michael a good send-off.

Full honours.

75 guys in dress blues.

Drape hanging from the trucks.

I wish I could have been there.

No... We've been to
too many funerals, Manny.

You know, Manny,

my only son died the other day.

A hero.

And I don't think

that I ever told him how much
I loved him.

He knew.

Michael and I never talked
the last few years.

I mean,

not really talked to each other.

You'd think, him being a fireman and
all, we'd have something in common.

But we never, we never...

Duffy...

You know,

his heart was
never in being a fireman.

What do you mean?

He was good, everybody said that.

He was good, all right.

But he was scared of fire.

Manny, we're all scared of fire!

Not like Michael.

I've seen the look on his face
when the alarm bells went off.

Praying for a false alarm.

But he never said a word.

Never. Never said a word.

So why did he do it?

He loved you, Duffy.

He didn't want to
let the old man down.

KNOCKING

Come in.

I brought a friend.

Joan!

Hello, Dr Auschlander.

What a pleasant surprise!

What brings you back to St Eligius?

Well, rumour has it that
you're looking for an assistant.

Daniel, I took the liberty

of calling Joan and suggesting
that she interview.

He thought I might want to give up

the blissful peace of unemployment.
Is the position still open?

I'd say it's just been filled.
You sure you want to re-enlist?

It might be fun to fight
on the same team for a while.

After all, I was your
only decent opposition.

Agreed.

I'll leave you two
to sort out the details.

Let's sign you up before
you have a change of heart.

Welcome back.

Hello, Peter.

Do you want a Band Aid for that?

No, thanks.
I'm allergic to the glue.

So what do you think I should do?

Dr Wade is a second-year resident
and I'm nobody, practically.

Well, if you think you're right,
go ahead and call in Dr Craig.

But you're probably wrong.

Can I look at my blood smear?

Sure. >

My God!

It's worse than I thought!

I'm clinically dead!

This slide is from an autopsy.

Yours are over there.

Oh, thank God!

I'm sorry, honey. Did I hurt you?

No, baby. You're doing good.

That's the way they showed me.

I just don't understand why
they've got my wife doing their job.

Somebody has to change your
dressings when you get home.
We can't afford a live-in nurse.

It's hot in here.

Feels cold to me.
You want some juice?

Yeah, thanks, honey.

The kids miss you a lot.

Leon wants to know

if he can sit at the head of
the table until you come home.

I told him I'd ask.

That kid's something else.

Yeah, well, you tell him he can sit
wherever the hell he wants to sit.

Let me fluff up the pillow.

Don't make such a fuss!

I just want to make sure
you're comfortable.

Oh!

I got a call from a lawyer yesterday.

What lawyer?

Some man who read about the fire.
He says you have a case.

Against what?

The city,
for negligence or something.

I told him I had to talk to you.

Forget it.

Jerry, he said
we could make some money.

Look, you heard what I said.
I'm not suing the Department.

You don't owe them anything.

Michael Duffy died.
It could be you.

If you gonna talk that way,
just get out of here!

Give it up, Jerry! It's only a job.

I don't want to be your widow.

Get out of here!

Go on, get out of here!

Hi...

You shouldn't
talk to your wife like that.

She's trying to get me to quit.

Yeah, I know.

Damn, it's hot in here!

ALARM WAILS

ALARM CLICKS OFF

Damn! Well, they got my tape deck.

Doesn't that make you mad?

Yeah, particularly because I have
a big steel negotiation coming up

and I need my time on the road
with Chopin to relax.

So sorry, Richard.

I'm a prisoner of my own car.

I do everything
imaginable to protect her.

This is supposed to be the safest
lot in town and I specifically

parked underneath that light
to prevent anything from happening.

Well, at least
they didn't get the car.

I still had a wonderful evening.

Me too.

Oh, thanks.

I don't think
we're supposed to be doing this.

You're absolutely right.

Hi, Myra.

Go on, take them. They're hard
to get this time of year.

Please.

It's a nice place.

It's small.
The kids have to share a room.

Thanks for letting me come over.

You didn't give me any choice.

They're my kids, too, you know.

I haven't seen them in seven months.

I don't want to argue with you,

honest to God. You did
what you thought you had to do.

I just want to see the kids.

Well, they're in the other room,
watching TV.

Megan, Timothy!

Daddy!

Hi, baby! Come here. Look at you!

I hardly recognise you!

You smell good too.

Look at this. Look at this!

Oh, no! Aaaargh!

I'm gonna get you!

I love you, Daddy.

I love you, too.
I've missed you guys a lot.

OK, kids. Come on. Time for bed.

No!

Come on, Megan.
You've got school in the morning.

What about Daddy? Is he staying?

No.

Are you getting a divorce?

No, Megan, we're not.

Goody, cos everybody needs a daddy.

Why don't you take Timothy upstairs
and I'll come up in a little bit?

Will you read us a story?

Maybe a short one.

OK. Come on, Timmy.

Can't believe
how big they're getting.

Yeah, they're really growing up.

You feel good.

You act like nothing's happened.

Look, I've been cleared.

They caught the guy that
was attacking those women.

Yeah, but that doesn't change
what happened between us.

I want our family to be together
again, we owe it to the kids.

Is it mine?

Yes.

I want you back. I love you.

Peter, don't.

Look, I'll get Saturday off, OK?

We'll go somewhere.

Let's take the kids out to
Dearfield. Come on.

I don't know.

What do you say?

I don't know.

We'll see.

OK.

All right, bedbugs!
What do you want to hear? >

The Little Engine That Could.
I'll start.

Tug, tug, tug, puff, puff, puff.
Ding-dong, ding-dong...

The little train
rumbled over the tracks.

It was a happy little train.

Good morning, Joan.
You're here early.

Well, I thought I'd run through some
of these files and get up to speed.

Things haven't changed much -
robbing Peter to pay Paul,

treading water on budget requests,

holding the plan together
with spit and kite string.

Any thoughts?

A few. Proceed.

Well, I see that the computer
terminal on the east wing

is still giving the nurses trouble.

Unfortunately, you know
as well as I do, Joan,

the city gave us a pittance
for the computer system

which, according to my granddaughter,
Jessica, is already obsolete.

We pay these people
to do us a service.

There's no reason to be
intimidated by them.

I'm not intimidated by anyone.

But, if you think you can get
anything more out of Walter Lankau

than a disclaimer,
I'll tip my fedora to you.

Excuse me.

Security wants you to sign this
report on that gun, stolen from ER.

Ah, yes.

Joan will answer.

If I'm needed,
I'll be out reviewing the troops.

Did you get those test results back?

Yeah, the chest X-ray was clear
and your CBC was normal.

I've scheduled you for a
proctology exam this afternoon.

What for?!

Your guaiac test is positive.

I want Dr Cosco to
have a look at you.

I knew it, adenocarcinoma.

No, I'm sure it's not that serious.

Hey, Elliot.

Elliot.

What's the matter? Something wrong?

I'm not a well man.

What's the matter with him?

Acute carcinophobia.

He's got a proctology exam this
afternoon, and he's sure that Cosco
is gonna find something.

What,
the cave paintings of Altamira?

This is a matter of life and death.

I could have a tumour or something.

Cells growing out of control,

dividing, subdividing,
infesting and devouring me.

The only non-functioning mass
you should worry about
is between your ears.

Lighten up, the man's got a
long afternoon in front of him.

Proctology exams are bad enough,
but Cosco is a sadist.

I went to see Cosco once,
never again. When he and that

proctoscope were done with me,
I was ready to confess.

To what?

Everything. That man would have been
great in the Spanish Inquisition.

You tell Caldwell, that's
the last time I'm going

into that damn torpedo tube of his!

How many times have we got to tell
you? It's for your own good.

Oh, yeah? Well, you know something?
I'm sick of you.

I'm sick of this hospital,
I'm sick of doctors!

I'm getting out of here, man!
I'm getting out!

What's going on?

Just settle down. We just came
out of the hyperbaric chamber...

Don't touch me, man!

You're not going to do the same thing
to me you did to Michael!

Give me five milligrams of Haldol IM
stat. Take it easy.

Get me out of here! I'm getting
out of here! I'm getting...

Manny! Manny! Get us out of here,
it burns! Get us out!

There's no fire, Jerry. No fire.

Let's get him upstairs stat.

Come on.

Move your chair, Axelrod.

I've reviewed the Colfax case,
and I am not happy.

What the hell is going on here?

I tried to tell Elliot.

I have the floor, Dr Wade.

Now, my time is valuable,
I don't like wasting it on

confirming an open-and-shut case.

Axelrod, I find your
diagnosis...entirely appropriate.

But...

The patient has a family history
of heart disease, but the size

and location of the occlusion
poses no grave or immediate danger.

She's young, compliant and willing
to work hard to avoid surgery.

Adequate medical management should

give her the same, if not better,
chance of survival than a bypass.

Case closed.

Dr Wade, I'd like to speak with you.

Axelrod,
get some rest, you look terrible.

Yes, sir.

What the hell were you trying to do?
Bulldoze a patient into surgery?

I thought a bypass was
necessary and expedient.

In a 50-year-old
with heavy left occlusion, maybe.

This woman presents
no intractable angina.

Dr London supported my diagnosis.

Oliver London?!

The man puts Sweeney Todd to shame!

He would operate for the common cold!

Let me tell you something, I won't
have cut-happy residents on my staff.

There are too many surgeons
already lining their pockets

with unnecessary surgery.

You blew this one, Wade.

It better not happen again.

You wanna cut off the barb?!

I'd rather lose the finger
than ruin this fly.

It's only a fish hook.

Well, that's how much
you know about fly-fishing.

Now, this, young lady, is the
rat-faced irresistible, the most

deadly trout fly on the planet.

It's one of a kind.
I made it myself.

Hold still, will you?

Fiscus, I heard about your
fight with Peter yesterday.

No big deal, it only went one round.

Yo, Shirley.

Wanna talk about it?

Talk about what?

The new look.
The hair, the make-up, I like it.

Glad you approve.

Well, are you gonna tell me
who it is?

I mean, there's gotta be
a new guy in your life, right?

Here's your lab report.

Come on, Shirl, as a former lover,

I'm entitled to know
who you're sleeping with.

Uh, Helen Kirk?

This is a matter of public health.

Dr Fiscus will see now.

Speedy glue.

Right this way. I especially
like the lipstick, it's a killer!

What's this all about, Axelrod?

My diagnosis has me pretty worried.

You are on my turf, I'm the only one
who makes a diagnosis around here.

Now drop the shorts.

Ever had a digital exam before?

No, but I bet it hurts.

Routine procedure.

Do you look after
your internal hygiene?

Well, I'm not sure
I know what you mean.

I'm talking about regularity.

Oh... Well, I don't know.

I don't really think about it
that much.

A reckless attitude, Axelrod.

Man is basically
a herbivorous creature.

We foraged for nuts and tubers
and the occasional insect,

the golden age of
the alimentary canal,

before we began abusing ourselves
with colas, burritos

and the rest of the corrosive sludge
we pour down our gullet.

The large intestine...
is a ticking timebomb,

and unless we began to discipline

our toilet habits, the entire
species could be threatened.

I never knew!

Yeah. Ever think about
going into proctology?

No! Not at all!

Well, you ought to.

It's more than just a speciality.
It's a calling.

Now assume the position.

I'm feeling better now, really.

You came here for a proctology
exam, and you're going to get one.

I'm going to be late for my rounds,
I should come back later!

Let me give you a bit of advice.

If you tense up and resist,

this can be an uncomfortable
and difficult procedure.

If you relax,
everything will go smoothly.

The choice is yours.

Axelrod...

I guess I am a little nervous.

There's nothing to be nervous about.

You're in good hands, Axelrod.

Axelrod?

All right. Yes, you'll have my
complete co-operation. Goodbye. Hi.

That was Detective Tibedoe, they're
sending Mr Costelli back to Psych.

So they've ruled him out
as a suspect?

They showed him pictures of the
victims shuffled in with file photos.

He took credit for everything, even
the murder of Lee Harvey Oswald.

Damn!

I thought we'd finally
seen the end of this.

So we're back to square one.

Yeah. I've decided to let the police
department

sexual assault unit
put someone in hospital under cover.

You've never approved of
covert police operations here.

Don't have any choice.

Anyway, that's my good news.

You look a little down yourself.

Does it show?

Not to the untrained eye, no.

It's Ira. Our marriage has turned
into a complete bore,

and he couldn't care less.

Are you two
talking about it at least?

It's tough catching him
between naps.

Ira looks on me as someone
to change channels for him.

What are you gonna do?

What any right-thinking American
woman in the '80s would do,

buy Ira a remote control.

And have an affair.

OK...
OK!

All right... Elliot.

Uh-huh. Nobody believed me, I knew
there was something wrong with me.

It may not look like much, but
this body is a finely-tuned machine.

You had everyone in a hospital
looking for an urn for your ashes,

and all you had was haemorrhoids?

Well, I guess I overreacted a little
bit, but I was lucky - this time.

Noted heart specialist
Elliott Axelrod MD.

Craig was pretty impressed with
your call on that angina patient.

Thanks.

Brown-nose. What'd you call me
down here for, Wayne?

Right this way.

This had better be good.

It's good.

You know the nurse's aid
in Five East?

She was about to show me this
weird move.

She can bring her leg up
behind her neck.

You're a pig, Ehrlich! >

Victor, you recognise that voice?

Oh, no.

Victor Ehrlich...this is your life!

Mrs Hufnagel.

So glad to see you.

Hello, Donald.

Making rounds?

With Joan on the job,
I thought I'd use the free time

to visit a few extra patients.

You look like you're enjoying it.

It's rejuvenating.
Get away from spoon counting

and back in the trenches.

Joan is working out
all right, then?

She could run this place
by herself, I have you to thank.

Nurse, where the hell
is Mr Reikart's chart?

I have it right here.

Am I being graded?

I wanted to see if
I could be of some assistance.

How is Mr Reikart?

He's looking at some

pretty nasty complications from the
mitral valve commissurotomy I did.

Dialysis is taking up the
slack on the renal failure, but

his immune system is so depleted he's
developed a massive fungal infection.

What do you think
you're looking at, Mark?

I'm waiting for the test results

from Communicable Disease,
but my guess is Candida sepsis.

I'd start him on Amphotericin B.

I'd like to wait.

You want to premedicate with Tylenol,
Amphotericin makes his fever spike.

I'm aware of the side-effects.

Of course. We want to stay
on top of the blood levels.

The anti-fungal agents
could make him toxic.

Well, gentlemen,
I'm off to look in on

a Mrs O'Houlihan's liver functions.

What the hell was all that about?

Easy, Mark.

Well, you'd think he would have
something

better to do than run around
dispensing back-seat diagnoses.

What you have to understand, besides
Gerry recovering from his burns,

he's also dealing with
something called ICU psychosis.

Yeah, uh-huh...

Because of his pelvic fracture,
he's been lying in bed too long.

I hate seeing him like this.

So do I. I've sedated him, so he'll
be a little woozy at the ceremony,

but I don't plan to keep him on
any kind of drugs.

You can't do anything else for him?

Well, maybe there is
something I can do for him.

The best medicine I can give him is
to send him home to you and the kids.

Oh!
You mean it?!

Yeah, I mean it.

You're going to let Gerry
out of here early?

Yeah, you've got to take care of him.

Oh, with pleasure!
When?

Maybe as soon as tomorrow.

Oh!

Dr Caldwell, thank you!

Oh, sorry.

It's OK.

Can I go see him now?

Sure.

What brings you down here?

I came to see you.

You look different.

Do you like it?

I did it for you.

I've been thinking about you, Peter.

A lot.

I've wanted this for a long time.

Are you afraid?

No.

I want you to be afraid.

I want you to be afraid.

Not any more.

Now... Now, what is that for?

It's for all of us.

What are you talking about?

You were gonna rape me, weren't you?

Look, you were coming on to me!

I thought we were just
having a little fun, you know.

Like the other women had fun?

Now look, Shirley...

What's the matter, Peter? Nervous?

Shirley...

Now you know what it feels like.

Afraid...

Oh, please, this is...

Now, I want you to be afraid.

Did you hit them?
What did you make them do?

I didn't... I didn't...

I don't want to hear your lies
any more.

I didn't touch them!

Say it, Peter.

Say it, you raped them.

Please...

Say it!

I raped them.

All of them?

No! No! Uh, no.

I wanted Cathy Martin again,
but somebody else got her first.

Why Cathy?

Because she was the best.

All right, all right. Look, I'll...

I'll turn myself in, OK? All right?

Goodbye, Peter.

Code blue - in the morgue.