The Men Page #2

- How's your bladder?

- Oh, about 10 and one.

Swell.

Still got that pain

in the mid-thoracic region.

- Where?

- In the mid-thoracic region.

He should be a doctor.

The patient's bladder is now

automatic and well-balanced.

A Taylor brace will correct

his back difficulties,

but it's suggested

that he go to the gym..

More frequently and regularly.

Have you decided what you're

gonna do when you leave?

Sure.

Sell shoelaces.

Fine, Mr. Fine.

Another Leo Doogan.

That's all we need.

I heard that, Dr. Brock!

Hey, Norm, remember

"Blood and Guts" Patton?

- "Bladder and Bowels" Brock.

- Yeah, the Bashful Butcher.

- You're going back to school.

- Why?

I got a picture of myself addressing

a jury from my kiddie car.

Why not? Don't be a fool.

You might win a lot of cases.

Education department.

Let's get on the ball here.

- Yes, sir.

- "Yes, sir. Yes, sir."

Good day, Dr. Fine.

You look terrible.

Same to you.

Mr. Baker, I see,

is out to lunch.

He was out late last night

celebrating his birthday.

- Where's Hamilton?

- Took off just before rounds.

Really?

Well, I want him in my office

this afternoon.

Yes, sir.

Peek-a-boo, Mr. Baker!

Well, I'm beginning to think

a survey of the discipline...

in this ward might be of value.

Don't tell me Newman had

a pressing engagement elsewhere too?

He's at school, Doctor.

You wanted him to get

his diploma, remember?

He can't be in two places at once.

All right, Miss Robbins.

Don't look so superior.

You're not so smart, either.

Hey, look!

Anderson's got his crutches!

You see that?

You wait long enough,

everything happens.

You're gonna have to

work hard, George,

but you got a low-level injury

and you can do it.

Has Bricker shown you

the ways you can ambulate?

Yeah. Looks pretty hard.

What do you mean?

The swing-through gait

should be pretty easy for you.

Watch.

It's slow,

but it gets you there.

You see that?

Why, you can get onto

it in no time at all.

- It still looks hard.

- What? With your build?

It's a cinch.

That's good news to me.

Arise, Mr. Gunderson.

"Hark, hark, the lark

at heaven's gate sings,

and Phoebus 'gins to-"

Sherman, Weaver, Robbins,

you know anything about this?

No, Doctor. I had no idea.

Did go down to the movies

the other night against orders.

I didn't know about it

till afterward.

Mr. Gunderson, look at me.

- Listen, Doc, I couldn't help-

- You listen to me!

You know what you've done?

Does it matter to you that this was

a perfectly good bedsore closure?

Now it's completely broken down.

It's a mess.

- It's not my fault.

- Oh, I'm sure it's not!

It's Dr. Weaver's fault

or Miss Robbins's!

They should've tied you down to

your bed so you couldn't disobey orders!

What gives you the right to ruin

good surgery by sheer carelessness?

This patient

is grounded for a month.

All wheelchair privileges

are withdrawn,

and all therapeutic measures

will be clone in bed.

- I'm sorry, Doc.

- I have nothing more to say to you!

- How are you today, Walter?

- All right.

- How's the hand?

- I don't know. Better, I guess.

All right, let's see.

Now, let's see you try

to bend the fingers.

Good. Good!

Sherman, Weaver,

come here. Look at this.

Good, Walter.

That's very, very good.

Now let's bear down on

those resistive exercises.

Let's keep 'em going.

That a boy.

That's right, Max.

Twenty across the board.

And you're in big trouble.

Business as usual,

I see, Mr. Doolin.

I don't believe

I've had the pleasure.

What was your name, sir?

When are you gonna stop taking

advantage of the government?

What do you want me to do? Walk?

I had enough of that in the infantry.

- How is he?

- As usual.

He won't go to the gym

unless we drag him.

All right, drag him down there.

Here's my man.

- How's Tarzan today?

- Oh, fine, Doctor.

I saw your mother

at the auxiliary meeting.

I didn't see Dolores, though.

Ah, that's a cute kid.

Who asked for your opinion?

You big wolf.

Did you see the

man from the bank?

Those guys won't even talk to me

until I get discharged.

Well, you'll have your house.

Ricky tells me you're working

a little too hard in the gym.

- Oh, I don't get tired, Doc.

- Take it easy.

You waited this long.

You can wait a little longer.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Mr. Howard's been discharged.

Oh, yes. That brings us

to Mr. Fox In The Bush.

Any complaints today,

Mr. Butler?

Just a slight case of paralysis

in both legs.

Nothing serious, you understand.

Everybody's a comedian.

- Let's do a blood chemistry on him.

- What for?

It's my hobby.

Don't you want to be rehabilitated?

No, I don't want to be rehabilitated,

readjusted, reconditioned or anything.

If you don't mind, I don't want

to take my proper place in society.

Does that make my position clear?

Nevertheless, we'll do

a blood chemistry on him.

Thank you, Dr. Kildare.

Hey, Doc, come here

a minute, will you?

It's important.

Look through the little hole

and tell me what you see.

Some doll, eh?

You moron!

You're no good!

You're making more money now

than you ever made in your life,

and all you wanna do

is lie on your back,

smoke cigars and

look at naked women!

You're impossible!

Wonderful guy.

You haven't been much help,

but you're in pretty good shape.

Much better

than you deserve to be.

Thanks.

Your bedsores have

practically healed,

and your kidney condition

will improve if you exercise.

You're a well man.

When do I leave?

You could to it in a year,

maybe only six months.

It'll depend on you.

You mean in six months

I could work into a wheelchair.

That's what you mean, isn't it?

Well, that'd be wonderful.

You've been a paraplegic

for more than a year now.

Don't you think it's time

you accepted it?

I accept it. I'm just

a bad patient, that's all.

I'm sorry I'm spoilin'

your record.

What record?

You mean all this

is personal interest?

Well, Doctor, I'm really touched.

I'll get well real fast now.

What is it you want,

Mr. Wilczek?

You want to die?

It'd save the taxpayers

a lot of money.

That's very nice of you.

Oh, uh, I met someone

who knows you the other day.

A girl. She says her name

is Ellen something or other.

She says you're engaged.

Look, you keep her out of here.

You keep her away from me.

Why? Don't you

like her anymore?

Are you through with me?

All through.

You keep her out of here!

You keep her away from me!

I don't want to see her!

You hear me?

I hear you.

I think it's time we began to get

a little tough with Wilczek.

- Let's begin by taking him off drugs.

- He's got a lot of pain.

I know, but we've

got to start sometime.

Also, he's strong enough

to be moved into a ward.

Let's put him in with Lopez

and those other boys.

Yes, sir.

Lopez oughta be good for him,

and those bench jockeys will

ride him till he's saddle sore.

Let's do that.

Where's Brock?

- I want to see Brock.

- He'll be around one of these days.

I wanna see him right now!

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