Losing Isaiah

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You ain't leaving

that baby here...

not hollering like

that, you ain't.

Yo, girl! Hey, baby!

Come on over here

and get warm.

Come on, now.

We gonna trade you

some good sh*t!

Come on, you can have

a little bit of this.

Come on, now.

You know, we know

what you need.

Come on, baby.

Okay, Isaiah.

There you go, okay? Shh.

I'll be right back, okay?

That's right.

Okay, okay.

Okay, there you go.

Okay.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

I'm telling you, man,

the Bulls are going to repeat.

Yeah, yeah, you said the same

thing after the '85 Bears.

Ain't gonna happen.

The Knicks have got Pat Riley,

and he's going to make

Patrick Ewing play some ball.

Hey, you got

B.J. coming off

the bench, shooting a three.

I'm thinking about coming out of

retirement and playing myself.

Yeah, I heard that.

I know one thing...

I can stop Ewing.

I just have to deal

with Oakley's muscle

underneath the board.

I-I used to play

some great defense.

They used to call me "The Wall."

Yeah... wall-eyed Wally.

Yeah, Oakley under the boards,

my butt.

M.J. and Scottie'll

take care of the Knicks.

Pippen's bad.

The Knicks are playing

some mean D.

Hey, did you see what Jordan did

to that defense last night?

That's what

I'm talking about!

- Swoosh!

- I wouldn't trade defense...

Hey, hey, you got B.J.

Coming off...

Holy sh*t!

Stop the blade!

Stop the blade! Stop it!

What's he been given?

Two cc's epinephrine, I.M.

- Let's get him to the warmer.

- It's over there!

Let's roll! Get out of the way...

baby coming!

All right.

Okay, let's get

some new vitals on him.

What do we got here?

I need a half-normal saline

with glucose drip,

and get me a respirator.

- Hold it, hold it.

- Wait.

Where's the IV?

- No IV established?

- No.

- Why not?

- Not ready to get a line in.

Okay, 24-gauge ampule.

I'll do it myself.

Go ahead, hold that, yeah.

Let me have a blood gas.

He's a subdermal hematoma,

Mrs. Lanelli.

He's five months old.

You didn't think he might

roll off that top bunk?

He never did it before.

Well, now you know

it's possible.

He's not Peter Pan.

He can't fly.

We need you.

You're going to have

to wait here

until the x rays get back.

At least she didn't dump him

in a pot of boiling water, huh?

Yeah, she did that last month...

said his bath was too hot.

What have we got?

This one was found

in a dumpster.

Jesus.

- Social Services?

- Mm-hmm?

He's not breathing on his own.

Can you sign off?

Sign off?

Yeah. No extraordinary measures.

Why don't we just dump him back

in the garbage?

All right, lady...

play God.

Anyone got the paperwork

on Mr. Romano?

It's tachycardia.

BP's down.

Respiratory's erratic.

- BP up.

- It looks like a brain bleed.

Keep the oxygen up.

This infant's having a seizure.

Uh, doctor!

Phenobarbital, stat.

Let's get him up to NICU.

What'd I tell you?

Hold the elevator!

Damn it,

hold that elevator!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God, my baby! My baby!

- Shut up, ho!

- Where's my baby!

Had enough racket around here!

Police! Dead babies!

Get out of here!

I said get out my alley!

Get!

My baby...

I know all the tubes and wires

are frightening,

but you can hold him.

Okay.

Ain't this

a cute baby?

Oh, there you go.

- Excuse me, Margaret.

- Shh. What?

That baby you asked about

last round?

- Yeah?

- He's in NICU.

- Oh. Excuse me.

- Thank you.

Just talk to him.

He'll be all right.

His prints

were on the computer.

He was born at Cook County

three days ago.

Mother and baby

both crack-addicted.

He's over there:

Isaiah Richards.

Huh.

Nurse Forgen to East Wing Two.

Isaiah.

"And he shall be called

wonderful."

Dr. Parks, 6214.

Dr. Parks, 6214.

- Look at her.

- Yeah.

- Just asking for it.

- Yeah.

Arrest her. The little thief.

Where's the party?

Hey...

Come on.

Pay the nice man.

Get off me.

One, two, three.

Crazy. Beautiful. Maybe.

Come on...

Oh, look what we got here.

Now, see what you

made me do?

You have to use every dish in

the house, Charick Lewin-sky?

Ja, I do, but I'll clean up.

I know you will.

Is she home?

Yeah, she's in her room,

on the phone, door closed,

waiting for you to tell her

she has a French quiz

and a history paper

due tomorrow.

You have a French quiz

and a history paper

due tomorrow.

Just a minute.

I'm on the phone.

That's easy to fix.

Get off it.

Will you please get

out of my room

so I can study?

Oh, I think you might

want to phrase that

a little differently, honey.

Can I call you back?

My mother's being a jerk.

Mom, sit down,

make yourself comfortable.

Thank you.

This is gone if you don't

do well on the exam tomorrow.

...and hairline fractures

of the clavicle and cranium.

Burns and old scarring.

Maggie, what are you,

a social worker

or a war correspondent?

War correspondent.

Recommend foster care to avoid

further trauma to this child.

The old scar tissue

indicates...

Uh, would you say

"multiple lacerations

to the upper torso"

one more time, please?

No.

Patient continues

to have trauma...

"Hairline fracture."

- No. No.

- Hmm?

"Burns and old scarring"?

No.

We continue to explore...

Charlie... would you

scratch my back?

No.

Next case, B-14-20.

Child shows signs

of forced responsiveness

to his environment...

Yeah?

Cranial contusion.

How did you get this number?

I could meet you somewhere...

anywhere.

Show you the x rays.

Uh, oh, d-don't you have

a st-staff meeting tonight?

It's canceled.

Uh, Margaret, I can't, um...

I got a whole pile

of screwed-up wirings

got to be worked out

by tomorrow.

Oh, well.

There's a surgeon here

who's just dying to show me

some new suture-tying

techniques.

Let's go!

Take all your belongings!

Let's go!

Come on, come on!

Get off me!

Move it, move it!

Get out the way!

Move!

Get off me!

Move it! Move it!

Your names are on your beds.

You'll be expected to keep

your area clean at all times.

Now, there are those of you

who elected this program

to cut your time.

Well, if that's why you're here,

you better turn around

and get back on that bus,

because you won't last a day.

This is work... hard work.

One mistake... one...

and you're out on your

base-head, pill-popping,

alcoholic asses,

back in the general population

quicker than you can

blink your eyes.

Understand?

I don't know.

What do you want me to say, hmm?

I mean,

I've only been recommending

permanent foster care

for that child

for four years now.

No, no, go ahead...

send her back if that's

what the courts want.

But listen, you tell that

son-of-a-b*tch judge...

that if her father

finally kills her,

not to come weeping to me.

... nothing says

I would wish it to be.

That's my grandma's song.

Yeah, she would've liked you.

You're a little fighter,

aren't you, huh?

Beans, beets, rice.

Hey, Ethel.

- There you go.

- Oh, let's see.

Give me just some rice

and veggies.

- Rice and veggies.

- Thanks.

You've been a social worker

for what, 15 years?

Mm-hmm.

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