Just Like Heaven Page #4

She wants you to come in.

Well, if it's painted shut

and you use a screwdriver

to jam it, it sometimes...

Oh, tried it.

Won't budge.

No preliminaries. Incredible.

I'd like to help,

but I have dinner plans.

Well, I got dessert.

I just threw up in my mouth.

Well, OK. I...

Nice to meet you.

- You too, Dave.

- Thanks.

Why is she wearing workout clothes?

If you were gonna work out

in the middle of the day,

the only reason to wear workout clothes,

do you really need a push-up bra?

The whole point's

to strap 'em down.

- You're not comin' with me anymore.

- Why? Something might jog my memory.

Too bad. You're like an AM radio someone

shoved in my head and I can't turn off.

You don't think she was

completely un-classy and predatory?

Those happen to be

two of men's favorite things.

- Why don't you just date a pit bull?

- Maybe I will.

- Damn it!

- What?

I locked my key in the apartment.

There's a spare key

under the fire extinguisher.

I mean, I guess she's sexy if you're

into that whole tall, big b*obs,

long legs, model-y sorta thing.

I guess if you wanna be that guy.

There are five other units here,

and not one person even

remembers what you look like.

Talk about being disconnected.

- Are you sure you really want that?

- Yes, I'm sure.

Next drawer on the left.

There's a funnel in there too,

if you need it.

- Check it out.

- What is it?

New leads.

Look, there's an address

written on here.

I can't make that out.

Is that a five or a six?

I think it's a...

No, no, no, that's a five.

Definitely a five.

So we have an address, a dry cleaning

ticket and a book of matches.

You know what that means?

- We could start a very small fire?

- There's still hope.

Oh, yes, these pants were jet black.

Armani, I believe.

I remember them.

They were expensive.

Do you remember anything else

about the woman? It's important.

She's pleasant,

but a little dull maybe.

- Dull?

- Dull?

I think of her,

I think of sadness, loneliness.

I don't need a psychological

profile from this guy.

- Can we just get the pants?

- Can I get the pants?

Item left too long.

We give them to homeless shelter.

Are you insane? They were Armani.

OK, let's go.

Are you coming or not?

They're pants,

what do you need 'em for?

- Look familiar?

- Not really.

Hi.

Hello.

- Can I help you?

- Hi.

This might sound a little odd, but I was

wondering if you knew a certain woman.

Blond, about five-foot-one...

- Two. And a half.

- Two and a half?

Oh, my God. Who are you?

I don't know you. I...

- Did my wife hire you?

- I'm sorry, what?

I knew she'd find out.

Whatever she's payin' you,

I'll double it.

- Anything you want.

- I'm not looking for money.

- Donald! Who is it?

- That's her. Come back around six.

I'll have a check ready.

Wow.

What? You don't think I actually

had sex with that old horndog.

- Kind a looks that way, Lizzie.

- It's Elizabeth. And that's disgusting.

Well, look on the bright side.

At 6:
00, I'm coming into some money.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Oh, my God.

Maybe I was a slut.

A lonely, home-wrecking slut.

So what if I was a slut? There's nothing

wrong with a healthy sexual appetite.

Not at all.

Look who I'm talking to,

Mr. Tried To Feel Me Up One Time.

I'm trying to agree with you.

- David.

- What?

This is it.

You recognize it? Good.

OK. Come on.

This is Moose's.

I love this restaurant.

- You ate here a lot.

- No.

- No.

- I never did.

I remember looking in that window

and wishing I could eat in here.

What, were you a homeless

street urchin? Why didn't you?

I wanted to,

I just never got around to it.

Maybe the dry-cleaner guy

was right about me.

Hello, can I help you?

No, thank you.

Maybe some other time.

Kenny!

Lvan, call 911,

we need an ambulance!

- Are you OK?

- Undo his collar.

- Is he breathing?

- I can't tell.

- Maybe we should do mouth-to-mouth.

- God. We need a doctor.

We really have to find a doctor.

Is there a doctor here? Anyone?

- Feel his chest.

- What?

His chest,

check and see if it's bloated.

- How would I know?

- Just do it!

Excuse me. Pardon me.

I need to feel his chest.

Can you feel his ribs?

No, but I can if I press down.

- What are you doing?

- Does he feel bloated?

- I think so.

- Think what?

Tell them you'll need a sharp

paring knife and a bottle of vodka.

I need a sharp paring knife

and a bottle of vodka.

- Ivan?

- Yeah, got it.

- What's wrong?

- It's a tension pneumothorax.

- It's a tension nemothaxer.

- Pneumothorax.

- Pneumothaxer.

- Pneumothorax.

- Pneumathurman.

- Never mind.

- Never mind!

- But what is it?

Air is escaping

out of the lungs into his chest.

...out of his lungs into his chest.

- Open his shirt.

- Open his shirt.

- No, you do it.

- I'll do it.

A valve at the opening of the lungs.

If it doesn't close,

it constricts the lungs

and compresses the organs.

I want you to feel for his ribs

again. A little bit lower.

The spot between two ribs,

do you feel that?

OK, splash some vodka on it.

- All right. Get the knife.

- OK.

Can I ask everyone just

to stand back a little bit here?

A little bit further, please.

A little bit further. Thank you.

- What am I doing with the knife?

- Make an incision.

You know what? No.

- David, this man's life is at stake.

- I... I can't stab a man.

OK. There's nothing to be afraid of.

You're gonna make

a hole for the air to escape.

So put the knife on that spot.

Oh, my God.

How do you know this?

I don't know, I just do. Now do it!

Put the knife there.

Now, you're gonna need

to push harder than that.

- A little bit harder.

- Oh, God!

OK! OK, good! That's enough.

All right, now, take the pourer

out of the vodka bottle.

- What?

- You're doing good. Now...

Hold on.

- Go.

- Put the pourer in the hole you made.

What?

It's gonna keep the wound open

so air can escape. Do it!

- I can't.

- Do it.

- He's breathing.

- He's breathing!

He's breathing!

I'm a doctor.

I'm a doctor!

I know. Thank God. The ambulance

will be here right away.

Ask him where the nearest hospital is.

Do you know where

the nearest hospital is?

A few blocks, St. Matthews.

- Thank you.

- St. Matthews?

I may have been a home-wrecking

whore, but I saved lives.

I worked in that hospital.

I know it, it sounds so familiar.

- I've never saved a life before.

- It's the best.

One minute you're looking at

this monitor, it says "game over,"

then you bring it back,

a little blip and it's there!

- What's that?

- That's just a little blood.

David?

- I work here.

- You did?

The receptionist, her name is Amita.

It's all coming back to me now.

There's Bill and Karen

and Michael and...

Elizabeth? You mean Elizabeth Masterson?

- Masterson. Yes, that's my name.

- Yes, that's it. Elizabeth Masterson.

Dr. Masterson is...

...is not active on our staff right now.

Hold on. Let me talk to someone.

Excuse me, doctor?

Oh, no, she's got the tone.

- What tone?

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