The Hospital Page #9

I exchanged

Mrs. Mangafranni's bed with hers.

I transferred the charts

and identity bracelets.

She died officially of anesthesia shock.

In fact, she died because she was wearing

another womars identity.

God, what do we do now?

Let me take him back to Mexico.

It's a simple world there. He functions there.

If you turn him in...

they'll cage him in the Rockland

State Hospital for the criminally insane.

- Let me take him back.

- Are you kidding?

We'll both take him. I'm going with you.

Let's get him dressed.

We'll leave before the police

put us all in Rockland State.

I haven't finished my work here.

I have this Welbeck to dispose of.

I'm the angel of the bottomless pit,

and the wrath of the lamb.

He's having another revelation.

That ambulance must be there by now.

You go and get them.

I'll give him a shot of something.

We'll go to the airport in the ambulance.

You're hallucinating again.

Powell never showed up.

I'm short-staffed as hell.

It's just me and Alice.

- It's like a Sunday. Nobody's here.

- I'll be in with the bleeder.

You gotta send me somebody.

We'll be in 806.

Then what did she say?

I'm Dr. Welbeck. I have a patient

on this floor named Drummond.

I'd like to see his chart.

Dr. Bock, can I have a few minutes

of your time?

Dr. Gilley tells me that you initiated

these proceedings against me.

- I'm busy.

- What is it you have against me?

Eight days ago you showed up half-stoned

for a simple nephrectomy...

botched it, put the patient in failure,

and damn near killed him.

Then, pausing only to send in your bill,

you flew off on the wings of Man...

to an island of sun in Montego Bay.

This is the third time in two years

we've had to patch up your patients.

The other two died.

You're greedy, unfeeling, inept, indifferent...

self-inflating,

and unconscionably profitable.

Besides that, I have nothing against you.

I'm sure you play a hell of a game of golf.

What else do you want to know?

How much do you make a year?

For a guy who makes

a lousy $40 to $50,000...

This is Dr. Welbeck. Were you paging me?

You've been trying to reach me all morning.

He pulls out the wires and the tubes...

and he gets up and he puts on

a doctor's uniform, and he murders doctors.

He just went out

I'll tell you something else

about this crazy place.

There was a naked Indian here, last night,

doing a war dance.

That's the kind of crazy place

you're running here.

You gotta get me out of here.

This is a crazy place.

Listen to me.

I wake up last night and there was

an Indian in here, a naked Indian!

- What kind of a hospital is this?

- Are you paging me?

Sometime later, the guy in that bed there

is getting out.

Are the police still here? Get them up here.

All day, he lays there like he's dead.

In the middle of the night,

he gets out of bed! Thought I was crazy!

He says, "You're hallucinating."

I just... Listen. I saw a naked Indian,

now I'm seeing a ghost.

I figure he's right, I'm hallucinating.

I'll be down soon.

It never rains, but it pours.

A fire broke out in one of the buildings.

The squatters came out.

The police tried to arrest them.

Now the situation has erupted into a riot.

- You must be wondering what this is about.

- Don't leave me alone here!

Mr. Hitchcock will stay with you.

Better call the cops, Tom.

I haven't time now.

I'm not gonna try to tell you this crazy story

my brother just told me.

I'll fill you in on it at lunch, sometime.

- Hold it!

- The ambulance is here.

But your father isn't. Disappeared.

He put on Schaefer's uniform

and took off to do God's work...

presumably the murder of Dr. Welbeck.

- The guy on the phone is Dr. Welbeck.

- What are you talking about?

Also, the other patient in your father's room

just overheard the whole confession...

and told the Chief Administrator.

They're sending for the cops.

Oh, my God. Who held title?

Do the underwriters know about this yet?

What are you waiting for?

Arrest the son of a b*tch. Turn him in.

Oh, my God! When?

Call me right back. I'm at the Holly Pavilion,

eighth floor. Hurry, please.

- Are you all right?

- Am I all right?

That son of a b*tch

is trying to wipe me out. My partner.

The eminent orthopedic surgeon,

Dr. Noel Hogan...

is a miserable thief,

and he's trying to wipe me out.

- Mr. Drummond's chart.

- What?

- What room is it?

- 806.

I'm expecting a phone call.

Put it straight through to me in that room.

The son of a b*tch

has been draining the company...

with phony purchase orders

on another company...

of which, it now turns out,

his wife is the principal stockholder.

Transparent fraud.

I'll send him up for 20 years.

You don't seem

that much the worse for wear.

Please use some other phone.

I'm expecting an important call.

- Who is this guy?

- I'll be at the nurses' desk, Sergeant.

You've got a fever...

- but you're doing well.

- I'm not Drummond.

- Drummond's the other bed.

- That's mine.

It's Welbeck here. Go ahead.

- I'm getting out of this nuthouse.

- Take it easy.

I came in here to get a lousy polyp cut out.

My God! What do you mean?

How many transactions were there?

I borrowed against that stock.

I'm a sick man.

I'm supposed to have peace and quiet!

What do you mean, Brazil?

I talked to Hogars office yesterday,

and they...

I'm wiped out.

The SEC has suspended trading

in my stock.

Cardiac arrest. Holly 8.

We have an emergency here.

Please clear all corridors.

Breathe him.

- Where's Chandler?

- He went to lunch.

Get that bed out of here.

Give me an Ambu-bag and an airway.

What's been happening?

- In here?

- Yeah.

- Who is it?

- One of the patients had a cardiac arrest.

Total cardiac arrest.

- How long has he been like this?

- A minute.

- No pulse, no heartbeat, no respiration.

- I'll take over.

- We have another emergency in 823.

- Endotracheal tube.

- Was it Drummond?

- Who else would it be?

Who is this patient?

What's the story on this patient?

This his chart, Dr. Bock?

What's his name? Drummond?

Yes, his name is Drummond.

That's his chart.

Christ. The poor son of a b*tch

just had a nephrectomy a week ago.

Hook him up to the monitor.

Stop the massage.

Ventricular fibrillation. Get me the paddles.

Push another amp of bicarb.

Set it for 200.

Set, 200.

Everybody back away. One, two, three.

Didrt convert. He's still fibrillating.

Let's go to 400.

- Everybody back.

- Set, 400.

One, two, three.

That didn't work, either. Let me have 1 cc

of adrenalin, and an intercardiac needle.

Stop the massage.

It's ventricular fibrillation.

Push another amp of bicarb.

Two hundred.

Set, 200.

Is he dead?

They can't get him out of fib.

I don't think he'll live.

Thank God.

That should close the case, Sergeant.

Nobody's gonna get hurt.

We just want the Director.

I've had it up to here.

- I am not dealing with this kind of cheap...

- Now, look.

We're looking for a hostage!

- Fourteen people got arrested for...

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