Young Doctors In Love Page #4

your attitude towards me has undergone

something of a change.

You noticed?

It's called the cold shoulder, Simon.

And it's exactly

what the doctor prescribed, Doctor.

I don't follow you.

"A romance now would be ludicrous,

and counterproductive to our studies."

I guess that might have sounded

a little stuffy, Stephie.

- Slightly, Simon.

- Look.

Do you think a couple of tickets

to the ballet might help?

You bought those tickets?

No, they were given to me by a patient.

Close enough. You were a rotten first date.

But I'm willing to give it another try.

How are you on the second date?

I don't know. I've never had one.

- Cut out the mushy stuff.

- Let's dance.

Okay.

Clap.

Jump.

- Stephanie.

- This is a dumb dance.

- What is it?

- I think it's supposed to be punk.

I'm fine. It's okay.

I just get dizzy sometimes, that's all.

Let's go jump in the lake.

Yeah, let's go swimming.

Thank you, orphans.

These dizzy spells are not normal.

I'd like to do some tests on you.

I'm sure it's nothing.

Come on.

When you were a kid,

did you play "Spit in the Lake"?

No. Why would anyone play that?

The idea is to see who can spit the farthest.

I used to be the champ.

- You play games?

- Yeah, I play games.

I bet I could beat you.

No. It's the only game my father

would let me play, I'm very good at it.

We'll see. You go first.

Okay.

Forget it. You can't win.

Awfully cocky.

Simon, I want that back.

Give me my spit back.

No. Sorry.

At least tell me what you think I have.

No. Because I could be wrong.

Simon, you're never wrong.

That's true.

Do you think you could just hold me?

Good morning. Medication time.

Attention. Dr. Prang has refused

to meet with our strike committee.

So we urge nurses not to work very hard.

Take this spit.

Whose is it?

I don't know. Baryshnikov.

No, this is Stephanie Brody's spit here

on the ballet ticket, I see...

that Dr. August keeps on bugging us about.

Who's that?

That brilliant young intern,

who figured out with the two fingers.

- That smartass, yeah.

- That's right.

I see here he wants a Nederlander's,

a trilateral myopia.

He wants a Lastfogel's process.

Wait a minute.

You know about that Lastfogel test?

Sure.

I haven't seen anything about it

in the "National Enquirer."

No, it was in "People" magazine.

With the trilateral myopia...

and the Nederlander's,

you can only be pretty sure.

But with this Lastfogel's test,

you are 100% sure.

Paging Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Howard.

Dr. Prang's office.

Miss Pendergast speaking.

No, I do not want to talk to the nurses.

No, they'll never strike.

They're dedicated people,

for God's sake. Yes?

Sarah.

Sarah, you've got to understand,

I am supervising 20 interns.

I am running the surgery department of

one of the largest hospitals in the country...

and I'm sitting on 12 medical committees.

Now, I don't have time to talk to you

or your divorce attorney. Is that clear?

Good! Hello?

Oscar? What did E.F. Hutton say?

What do you mean,

another $200,000, Oscar?

Where is it coming from, Oscar?

Where is it coming from, man?

I was told you wanted to see me, Doctor.

Dr. August, come in.

You didn't want to use

the telephone, did you?

- No.

- Good.

I've been hearing a great deal about you

from your fellow interns.

Evidently they think you're quite an a**hole.

- I like that.

- Thank you, sir.

Doctor, I've decided to let you take out

an appendix, a gallbladder, whatever.

Something wrong?

No. Nothing.

The whole idea is to see whether you have

what it takes to do your residency with me.

I'm very anxious to see how you cut.

Pendergast. Excuse me.

Hello? Yeah. Milton, it's for you.

You guys hear the scuttlebutt?

Prang is gonna let Simon cut.

Why is he chewing on a ball?

He broke up with Julie.

You know, relationships can be hard.

- Take Angela for instance...

- She's a hooker.

She is?

Julie, she's a hooker.

Her voice is changing all the time.

My mom and dad,

they went to church every Sunday.

Her father murdered her mother.

- Murdered?

- He's in prison.

I like her. She's a good kid.

She brings me presents.

She wants to give up hooking but...

I don't know. I'm a doctor.

I can't hang around with hookers.

Do you ever have any relationships?

Relationships? Yeah, I've had a few.

But then again, too few to mention.

I don't know.

I saw that.

So what? Are you a cop?

I'm a stranger. Don't look at me.

- Can you get some more of those?

- More of what?

Pills, man. Reds, whites, whatever.

Might mean a little extra scratch for you.

Pay off a loan or two.

How do you know about that?

All interns have loans.

Meet me here same time next week

with the goods, all right?

I'll be in disguise, but you'll know me

by the password:

- Vanilla.

- Manila.

- No, vanilla.

- Vanilla.

Can I look at you now?

You look beautiful.

You really look nice.

Seven months, I've been in this

stinking hospital, Sal.

The Gallentino family's losing money.

Do you realize the hell I've been

going through since I've been here?

They've made me drink chalk.

They stuck a tube up my ass.

They took x-rays.

They got this little camera on a wire.

They stuffed it up my wang.

I've had a lot of things

done to the old wang...

but Roto-Rooter ain't one of them.

Should I try it?

Ladies and gentlemen,

we have here a 46-year-old male...

with an inflamed appendix.

It will be removed by a 27-year-old male.

With an inflamed ego.

Do you really think that's funny?

Dr. August.

Well?

Well, what?

Start slicing.

Yes.

Doctor, if you plan to remove the appendix,

you will have to break the skin.

Simon's really starting to look like a doctor.

Lyle, he should be playing football.

Don't be silly, June.

He'll save his hands for surgery,

just like I did.

Doctor, it's time for your birthday party.

We lose the room in an hour, Doctor.

- You're a great surgeon, Dad.

- You're a great surgeon, too, my boy.

Simon's going to be a great surgeon.

Simon, show all your doctor friends

how you operate.

- Cut out the pinata's appendix.

- Yes, Father.

Show Grandpa how you cut.

Cut him.

Cut, Simon.

No, I can't.

I'm sorry.

This is the world's greatest surgeon?

Some people call it rookie-itis.

Some people call it intern nerves.

Me? I call it chickenshit.

We will all remember Spot Moscowitz...

because when he was alive,

he remembered all of us.

A devoted father, beloved husband,

and could catch a Frisbee in his mouth.

Do you come here often?

Yes.

Yes, I come here to see our mistakes.

It inspires me to think

that I could have saved some of these lives.

They made fun of me, Stephanie.

They laughed at me in the operating room.

They said I was no good.

Simon, there are other careers in medicine...

that don't require surgical technique:

Radiology, cardiology,

dermatology, endocrinology.

I have to be a surgeon!

I know that I can overcome this fear of mine.

It's going to take some time.

Will you help me, Stephanie?

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