The Hospital
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1971
- 103 min
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On Monday morning,
male, middle 70s, was admitted
to the hospital complaining of chest pains.
He had been referred by a nursing home...
where the doctor had
diagnosed his condition as Angina pectoris.
It is axiomatic...
that nursing-home doctors
are always wrong.
The intern who admitted
Mr. Guernsey, however...
accepted the diagnosis
and prescribed morphine...
a drug suitable for angina,
but not at all suitable for emphysema...
which is unfortunately
what the old man actually had.
Within an hour, the patient
became unresponsive and diaphoretic...
and was raced up to Intensive Care,
with an irregular pulse of 150...
blood pressure 90 over 60,
respiration rapid and shallow.
The resident on duty in Intensive Care
compounded the blunder...
by treating the old man
for pulmonary edema.
He gave him digitalis, diuretics and oxygen.
This restored the old mars color.
He was sent to his room
in the Holly Pavilion...
ruddy-complected and peacefully asleep.
But the patient was in CO 2 narcosis,
and died at 7:
30 that evening.I mention all this only to explain
how the bed in Room 806 became available.
The intern involved
was a prickly young buck named Schaefer...
who had a good thing going for him
with a technician in the Hematology Lab.
In the haphazard fashion
of hospital romances...
Dr. Schaefer had been zapping this girl...
on wheelchairs, stretchers, pantry shelves...
in the kitchen, in the morgue,
in the dark corners of corridors...
standing up, sitting down...
So you can imagine
what an available bed meant to him.
Sheila, this is Howard.
I got a bed for us for tonight.
A real, honest-to-God bed.
Dr. Schaefer...
Did you know that Dr. Schaefer
was in Room 806 because he's dead?
What?
I'm just telling you that Dr. Schaefer is dead.
- What do you want, Perez?
- I don't know what this is about...
but Dr. Schaefer is in Room 806
with an IV running, and he's dead.
- I didn't even know he was sick.
- What the hell are you talking about?
- Do you know what she's talking about?
- No.
Maybe I'm going crazy. I don't know.
Isn't Room 806 the patient Guernsey?
Did something happen
that maybe I didn't know about?
I don't know what you're talking about.
This is the nuttiest thing I ever saw.
Dr. Schaefer is in Room 806, dead.
What Dr. Schaefer? Our Dr. Schaefer?
Our Dr. Schaefer. The one
who's always grabbing everybody's ass.
- Do you know what she's talking about?
- No.
I don't know what you're talking about.
What do you mean,
"Dr. Schaefer's in Room 806, dead"?
I mean, he's lying on the far bed,
stone dead, and with an IV.
If you don't believe me,
you ought to go and look for yourself.
Maybe you'd better call Mrs. Christie.
Dr. Bock.
Yes, Mrs. Christie, what is it?
It's all right. I'd have to be getting up
any minute, anyway.
Sorry, I missed that.
Would you say it again, please?
I know.
Schaefer, the stud with the glasses,
fancies all the nurses.
I'm afraid I don't understand.
What do you mean?
Was he sick?
I mean...
What was the cause of death?
Was he being treated? I don't understand.
What was he doing in the bed?
You did say...
Mrs. Christie, did you call the office?
Good, I'II...
It's all right.
I'd be getting my wake-up call
any minute, anyway.
People!
What do you say, Sundstrom?
How long do you think your monopolistic,
exclusionary, racist policies will work?
Free the hope!
Now, hold it.
Herb! I'm glad I caught up with you.
How's it going?
One of my interns
dropped dead this morning.
Really? I'm sorry to hear that.
I understand you moved out to a hotel.
- Things got that bad with Phyllis?
- It's been that bad for 24 years.
You gonna be solicitous?
God.
I'm the guy
that brought you into this hospital...
so I think I can skip
the diplomatic overtures.
Marty stopped me
in the hall yesterday, very upset.
He had just had lunch with you.
He said you sounded suicidal.
Marty tends to be extravagant,
but he's not the only one.
Jack Singer mentioned
that you were boozing it up a lot.
Let's face it, you have been sloughing off.
I understand
you haven't even been doing rounds.
Do you want to take a couple of days off?
Go down to Montego Bay,
get drunk, get laid, get a little sun?
For God's sake, I'm 53 years old,
with all the attendant fears.
I just left my wife, after 24 years.
A standard case of menopausal melancholy.
- Don't wanna see a psychiatrist, don't worry.
If I just get to work, I'll be fine.
I'm sorry if I caused you concern.
Sid called from St. Luke's.
He said the demonstrators there...
- are planning a march to join those here.
- God.
- Did you call the cops?
- Sure.
- They're all in 806, Doctor.
- What happened?
I think I'll just let Mrs. Christie
tell you about it.
Oh, boy, what happened?
I've seen some pretty good snafus.
But this one...
There's a certain splendor to this one.
One of the night nurses
thought he was a patient...
He was a diabetic.
What do you mean
It's a really screwed-up story.
We had an old man in there
who died last night.
So the bed was available.
You know Schaefer. He's Sammy Stud.
He talked a nurse
into zapping him on the bed?
A girl from Hematology
he's been running around with.
- God, it's a Roman farce!
- I thought I heard you out here.
I suggest you do that right now.
I'm so terribly sorry.
As I understand it...
a nurse inadvertently administered an IV
to Schaefer. How could that happen?
- We ought to straighten this out elsewhere.
- Very good idea.
Oh, God, what a mess!
- I'd better call the Medical Examiner.
- I still don't understand what happened.
- It took us an hour to get it sorted out.
died last night, in 806.
That information wasn't given
to the night nurses. These things happen.
At any rate, according to the cardex...
the patient, Guernsey, was down
for 25 mg of Sparine at q. 6h.
to give him his 12:00 shot.
In the meantime, Dr. Schaefer
usurped that particular bed...
for his own purposes.
Dr. Brubaker suggests
it was for a love tryst...
and some weight is given that hypothesis...
- by the fact that Dr. Schaefer was naked.
- I get the drift.
Nurse Perez went in
and sedated Dr. Schaefer...
thinking it was the patient Guernsey.
What I don't understand...
May I finish, please?
After Perez gave him his shot, she noticed
the IV was pinched off on the bed.
She reported this to Mrs. Reardon...
who then assigned Nurse Rivers
to restart the IV.
Rivers was a float. She didn't even know
the staff people on the floor.
Nobody knew what the patient looked like,
since he'd only been admitted that morning.
- So she plugged an IV into him.
- Yes.
- How much?
- A liter.
won't kill anybody.
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