The Hospital Page #7

We reject the bourgeois,

middle-class Black traitors and flunkies...

who are selling out the Black proletarians...

- to the expansionist, racist policies...

- Let's get back to the abortion issue.

What the hell does the male establishment

know about abortion?

Who the hell

raised the issue of birth control?

The issue at hand

is the control of drug addiction...

in this community

and in the ghetto, personally.

- We don't want no goddamn abortion.

- Let's get to the core of this matter.

The point is that this hospital

is the landlord for those buildings...

and instead of tearing them down...

and building some imperialistic extensions

of the medical establishment...

this hospital ought to be rebuilding

those tenements...

- give those people decent housing.

- Please.

You know, I hallucinated last night.

I hallucinated there was an Indian

doing a war dance in here.

You werert hallucinating, Mr. Mead.

- There was an Indian in here last night.

- There was?

Okay. Down to the Operating Room.

Dr. Norris said about half an hour.

- Okay. Coming up fine.

- Half an hour.

- Hold him right there.

- Miss Shirley...

it's just an ovarian cyst.

Okay. Go up to Holly 6...

on the double. Go.

Who is that? Is that Mangafranni?

Yeah. Number 3.

Good morning, Doctor.

It's legal for a doctor

to incorporate in New York, isn't it?

Since last September.

If they'd had that when I was your age,

I'd have put away a couple of million.

It gives you a variety of deferral devices.

Profit sharing, for example.

Let's say you pick yourself

an October 31 fiscal.

You declare a bonus payable in '71.

An accrued item payable

to a principal shareholder must be paid...

within two and a half months after the year

end, to get the deduction in the prior year.

But your corporation doesn't pay that tax...

because we've eliminated

the taxable income with the bonus.

With two taxable entities,

you can bury a lot of expenses.

Hello, this is Welbeck.

Any messages for me?

I'm at the hospital.

I gotta cut open some guy soon.

I'll try to make it as fast as I can.

How urgent did he say it was?

Doctor Hogan made those arrangements

with the underwriters.

The registration statement

was filed with the SEC well over a year ago.

If he calls again, have me paged here.

- Mangafranni, right?

- Right.

What do you say?

We're not gonna hang it in the Louvre.

There's no pulse, Doctor.

- What's the pressure?

- There's no blood pressure.

No pulse. Get the tube and EKG.

- What's the matter?

- I can't feel a thing here.

- What the hell happened?

- I don't know.

She must have thrown an embolus.

She was doing fine, up to now.

- Did you check the gases?

- I did.

'Cause the only time

I saw anyone conk out...

some jerk switched the nitrous oxide

and the gas lines.

Get the damn leads on.

For Christ's sake, what the hell is this?

She's a young woman.

Should we open the chest?

- She's 53, you button-head.

- Bicarb.

Jesus H. Christ!

Stop for a minute.

- V-fib, Doctor.

- Get me the paddles.

I may be crazy, Doctor,

but I don't think this is your patient.

What the hell are you talking about?

I don't want to get into an intestine hassle.

The malpractice here is monumental.

As you can see,

Dr. Schaefer's blood sugar was 23.

No glucose solution is going to do that.

The only thing that'll do it...

is at least 50 units of insulin,

probably more.

We must presume one of the nurses shot 50

units of insulin into his bloodstream...

either by injection or IV, although

how in God's name a thing like that...

I'm very sorry, Doctor.

- May I use your phone?

- Certainly.

Did you ask the head nurse

from eighth to tell you...

- when a Miss Drummond got here?

- Yes.

- She just got there.

- I better get down there directly.

Have you called the OOD?

You better call Dr. Gilley.

And call Mr. Sloan.

I'll be right down.

I'm very sorry.

There's a very nasty one in the OR.

They've just operated on the wrong patient.

I don't understand. Is she back in her room?

When did she get back in her room?

Who brought her back?

She's back in her room.

- Who?

- Mrs. Mangafranni...

the woman who was

supposed to have been operated on.

Are they still working on that woman in 3?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Fried,

could you say that again?

Nobody in this office sent her back up.

All right, Mrs. Fried.

I'll have to call you back.

Did any of you take a woman patient

named Mangafranni...

out of the holding room,

back up to Holly 5, around 10:00?

- What happened?

- I don't know what happened.

A patient named Mangafranni

was scheduled to have a hysterectomy...

at 10:
00. Dr. Mallory.

I talked to Sylvia, in the holding room,

who admitted her, so she was here.

Now I just spoke to Mrs. Fried on Holly 5...

and she says an orderly

brought Mrs. Mangafranni...

back to her room about 20 minutes ago.

Now Mrs. Mangafranni

is in her room, sleeping.

- Who's the woman in the operating room?

- I don't know.

Is she dead?

They had to open her up,

and that's not good.

I better get Mr. Mead.

Now, we can rectify the injustices...

of the world tomorrow, but right now...

could we get those people

out of those buildings?

Will you please listen to me?

Will you shut up?

Will you please shut up and listen to me?

Let's call a halt to this...

participatory democracy...

and address ourselves

to the immediate problem!

- When did it happen?

- About half an hour.

- Called the Medical Examiner?

- No.

You'd better do that now.

Call the precinct station house, too.

Good morning.

This is really something, isn't it?

I thought she looked different

when they brought her.

I said to one of the nurses,

"She looks younger without her dentures."

I talked to her half an hour before.

Does anyone know who she is?

What's her chart say?

Her chart and her bracelet

say "Mangafranni."

The only thing that isn't Mangafranni

is the woman.

Jesus H. Christ!

I've been chopping out

is it too much to expect

you people to bring in...

the right goddamn Jesus Christ uterus?

I talked to her in the holding room.

She was perfectly fine. A little drowsy.

I thought it was funny that

when they brought her in, she was out cold.

We'll have to stay here till Mr. Mead

or someone from the OOD comes back.

I'm not taking the rap for this.

I've got one malpractice suit pending.

I'm not taking the rap for this one.

You're not leaving.

I love you, and I'm not gonna let you go.

Let's start putting your father's things back.

He's staying here.

I'll find you an apartment.

I'm staying in a filthy little hotel room.

We can't use that.

I can't make it, up here. I'll crack up.

I can retain my sanity

only in a simple society.

You can't really expect me...

to live in a grass shack and hunt jackrabbit.

- Be sensible, for God's sake.

- I am being sensible.

What is it you're so afraid of leaving here?

Your plastic home?

Your conditioned air?

Your synthetic clothes? Your instant food?

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