The Sunchaser

F*** you, marshal.

I hate you.

Watch out for this one. He's a ding.

Six counts, first degree murder,

armed robbery and assault.

F*** you.

Okay, on your knees, Monroe.

Okay.

Say sir when you speak to me.

Okay, sir.

- You got a problem?

- I got no problems with nothing, sir.

- What's this?

- A nuclear device.

Hi, Mr. Vogel. I'm Dr. Reynolds.

How are you feeling today?

Not so good today.

The Cytoxan's making you nauseous?

I just don't feel so good.

I see.

I'd like to talk to you

about your latest CAT scans.

Would you excuse me for one moment?

That's a nice watch.

- Hello?

- Hi, it's me.

Michael, we're gonna lose the house.

This is our last chance to close.

Elaine says our bid is too low.

She thinks our bid is too low?

- How can it be too low?

- Because Elaine...

Died last Thursday. And they still

had him down for an MRI today.

Who does she think she is, Ivana Trump?

She's a goddamned real estate agent.

- Calm down.

- I am calm.

Michael, Michael, Michael.

Hey, can you eavesdrop

on somebody else's life?

- Thank you.

- Elaine says we should offer 2 million.

Two million

is more than the house is worth.

Please, honey. Please, please?

No. No, absolutely not.

Victoria, we have gone over this

and over this.

- Do you realize who built this house?

- I know it once belonged to Hal Roach.

But the pool alone...

I know it's got a great pool.

- Do you realize who swam in it?

- I know Spanky swam in it. I know.

- It's just too goddamn much money.

- If you don't want this, you don't love me.

- I have to go, okay?

- It's as simple as that.

Yeah, thank you.

Sorry, it's been a madhouse today.

We're short on staff.

I think we're gonna have to consider

trying a different drug.

Your radiation field is

here and right here.

Yeah, and what, ignore the spread

to the retroperitoneum?

Its a spread

to the periaortic lymph nodes.

Axial views, right?

There's your tumor mass.

There's your metastasis to the liver.

There's your lymph node.

School of Dentistry

is across the street, fellas.

Knee bone connected to the shin bone.

Neoplasm in my opinion...

Hey, Mighty Mike. Buy the house?

I don't wanna talk about it.

Victoria's dream house.

I thought you were closing.

Give it to Dr. Reynolds.

Okay, are we still on for tonight?

Dr. Reynolds, I have a new case file.

Granita, 7:
00?

- Patient should be in Pediatrics.

- Pediatrics sent him up.

Can't handle him. Too dangerous.

- What the hell does that mean?

- He's a killer.

Pediatrics can just dump their overload

on us?

Tell them to cut down on tennis...

... maybe they have more time

to practice medicine.

Send him back down.

If Pediatrics determines they're dangerous,

we have to handle them up here.

- Subhuman piece of sh*t.

- Honestly, Dr. Byrnes.

They bus him in

twice a month from jail. Bam!

The last deputy that brought him here

had to have plastic surgery on his face.

If I were you, I'd develop a sudden pain in

the chest and leave his chart for Newman.

Because I don't think he'd hit a woman.

But then, you never know.

Page Dr. Newman.

I think I'm getting chest pain.

Page Dr. Newman.

Dr. Newman is in Surgery.

You got to handle this. Here.

Hey, I gotta go

to the Tumor Board Conference.

Hi, I'm Dr. Reynolds.

Smoking. Very good.

You know, this wing

would never have been built...

...without the support

of cigarette smokers like yourself.

So on behalf of all of us here,

I thank you.

Funny thing, though,

it's a no-smoking facility.

Should I call Reggie White out there...

...to get him to come in here

and help you put it out?

Thank you.

You're due

for a radiation treatment today.

But before I can put my John Hancock

on this form, I have to fill it out.

Which means I have to examine you.

So I'll need you to take your top off.

Why don't you take it off?

Why don't we start over?

Hi.

I'm Dr. Reynolds.

You're looking at me like I'm an animal

or something...

...you tight-ass,

suit-wearing motherf***er...

...rolling your fresh wheels,

stacking your loot.

You do as much damage as anyone.

You just hide your sh*t better, right?

You think you're so down?

So bigtime cool?

No, that's lawyers. I'm a doctor.

I'm not going in that oven again.

I'm not some f***ing hot dog.

Okay, that's fair enough.

I'll make you a deal.

Let me examine you...

...we'll just take a CAT scan

and finish off the chemo.

You're a motherfucking liar.

Could be.

Nice touch.

What are these from?

Bullets.

Breathe deeply.

Again.

Didn't you see them coming?

Yeah. Yeah, I seen them coming.

The bullets come out the guns

and hit me in the chest.

Wasn't there some warning?

If you're gonna shoot somebody,

why warn them?

It was a get-back thing.

Cough.

That's enough.

This has cheese.

Yeah, you ordered goat cheese.

Yeah, I ordered goat cheese.

I didn't order mozzarella.

Michael, can you...?

No, it's okay.

I'll make you a fresh one.

Michael is not talking about the house.

Apparently, 2 million is too low

a bid for the Palisades.

So? Bid higher. Just bid higher.

Pretty soon

you're not gonna be worrying about money.

Tell him that.

The director of oncology

has been vacant for two months.

Why do you think

they haven't even recruited outside?

Because Bradfords got you tapped for it,

buddy boy.

He's got Newman tapped for it.

Oh, come on, Newman

is a lightweight. Ann Arbor.

There is no such thing

as a modest surgeon, is there?

Oh, Michael's not modest,

he's just superstitious.

You're Harvard Med,

you were chief resident.

You know damn well

Bradfords going to pick you.

- Has he mentioned dinner yet?

- No.

- Radicchio salad.

- Thank you.

He will. Any day now,

he's going to invite you out to Morton's.

- Morton's on Monday, that's his M.O.

- Yeah.

I don't have anything to wear.

All right, guys. To Dr. Reynolds, folks.

The youngest head of a section

in Surgery.

Finally,

a parking spot with your name on it.

Are you drinking what I'm drinking?

You will remember your friends,

won't you?

What was your name?

Because I want

the Bone Marrow Transplant Unit.

- So, what did you think of Blue?

- Blue?

A real charmer.

So long as I don't have to make

house calls.

What are you talking about?

A 16-year-old gangbanger...

...with a rare high-grade

retroperitoneal sarcoma...

...your husband had the pleasure of seeing.

- Really?

Youth Authority case.

Pediatrics sent him up.

This is delicious.

What did he do?

- Who?

- This 16-year-old boy.

I read his medical record, hon,

not his rap sheet.

Well, I read it.

He blew his stepfather's brains out.

May beauty be before me

May beauty be behind me

May beauty be above me

May beauty be below me

May beauty be all around me

Coming to bed?

I thought Sally looked

beautiful tonight.

Isn't it wonderful how she just glowed?

She didn't even have to tell us

she was pregnant.

Yes, she glowed.

Can you imagine Chip changing a diaper?

Still thinking about that boy

you saw today?

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