Young Doctors In Love Page #7

Dr. Prang, you're wanted in surgery.

Sal, it's finally time to go home.

Hospital policy, you have to

take your last ride in a wheelchair.

Hey, "ragazzo," I don't need no chair.

- Okay, we'll change the policy.

- Change the policy.

- This is for you.

- For me?

It's from your daughter.

My dear Walter.

It would be foolish of me to deny...

that you have aroused in me

certain feelings that I thought I never had.

Your sensitivity, kindness, and care

have moved me deeply.

But for various f***ing reasons...

ours is a relationship that cannot be.

If there's ever anything I can do for you,

please let me know.

Thank you for everything. Angie.

Rocco, make sure the car's ready, all right?

- You weren't supposed to be here.

- Get me out of here!

Fill out this affidavit.

It's a malpractice affidavit.

- English?

- Yeah, in English.

This isn't gonna work...

because there's things about me

that you just don't know.

What? We've always been

honest with each other.

If it's the fact

that you curse all the time, I can...

I can control that.

I don't give a f*** about that. Listen to me.

Here, feel that. Go on, feel that.

- It's pretty.

- Not that!

When you look at me, what do you see?

I see a beautiful human being.

I'm married.

Married?

Please, don't hate me, Walter.

I couldn't stand it.

Are you happily married?

Dr. Prang, Dr. August is waiting.

Oscar, what do you mean, indictment?

They made me turn over

the hospital records.

So what? I'm clean.

Guess again, Joseph.

You know the $400,000 loss?

That was recorded

as surgery you never performed.

Why, you slimy little wimp wart.

I had to do it, Joseph.

You needed money for the condos.

Why don't you just cash in

the pension plan, reimburse Medicare?

You don't have a pension plan anymore.

I had to cash that in

to cover your losses in the silver market.

Silver? I was never into silver.

Yes, you were. It was supposed to be

a surprise for your anniversary.

And then Sarah zapped you,

and the bottom fell out of the market.

That's why they call it risk capital.

Joseph, it'll be all right. What the heck?

You're a brilliant surgeon.

We'll declare bankruptcy. We'll sell the...

Joseph, don't do it to yourself.

Myself?

Joey, no!

Oscar, you're through as my accountant.

Don't, Joey! God, Joey, you hurt my hand.

You hurt my... Joseph, please! No!

Don't do it!

Five minutes before the operation.

We're letting the audience in.

Meet your volunteer scrub nurses.

Chamberlain.

Litto. My friend Flicker.

Stephanie, look... She's...

Where's Dr. Prang?

Well, don't worry.

He's probably just going over his notes.

Get out of the way, you sick bastard.

Welcome to City Hospital.

Everyone, remain in your assigned seats.

No standing, and no flash photography.

Attention.

No one will be seated

during the last 10 minutes of the operation.

Attention, Dr. Prang. Report to Surgery.

Think of what you're doing.

This isn't rational. Joseph!

I'm calling the police.

Due to the nurses' strike,

we're being staffed today by new volunteers.

Would those among you

who have had first-aid training...

come to the desk and get

some Band-Aids that I've laid out there?

The rest of you will just take a number,

and we'll get to you as soon as possible.

- Call the police!

- Sir, you'll have to take a number.

He's got a gun!

Dr. Prang, this is Dr. August.

Report to Surgery.

Hi.

Sorry.

Don't worry.

He's just some crazy honky with a gun.

Be honest with me. What are my chances?

That bad?

Prang, you're wanted in Surgery!

You'd better scrub up. Come on.

- No, I'm going to wait for Dr. Prang.

- Don't wait for Prang.

- Pardon?

- Don't wait for Prang.

Why?

We got a problem. Dr. Prang is very upset.

Upset? Let me tell you something, Simon.

I don't think the man

is in the mood for surgery.

- Kurtzman, please.

- I'm sorry.

What about the other doctors?

What about Stevens? What about Byner?

They won't come if Prang isn't there.

They say it's completely useless.

- Go ahead, tell him.

- What I'm trying to say is...

that you're gonna have to

do the operation, son.

Don't worry about a thing.

I'm sure you're well aware of my reputation.

And I'm gonna be right there with you

every step of the way.

And me.

Don't worry, there'll be no pressure.

It'll just be like any other operation

that you've never done before.

- Kurtzman, could I talk with you a minute?

- Sure.

They told me what's going on.

You have to do it, Simon.

You have to substitute for Prang.

We need an anesthesiologist.

We need an endocrine man. Nurses.

Listen, we can do all those things.

Not to mention a small matter

of a couple of competent surgeons.

Simon, you can do it.

You can. Listen,

you watched Prang rehearse it, right?

And besides, you got all of us.

Litto is a great anesthesiologist.

He can knock anybody out.

And Milton knows the stomach inside out.

He'll come in handy.

Then we got Ludwig.

Ludwig has opened up more people

than anybody.

Of course, you know, they were all dead.

So, you see, you can do it.

We can do it.

For Stephanie.

Or, you know, we could go home and eat.

Nice chatting with you again.

Do you believe in me?

You're kind of a pecker-head...

but I believe in those.

Your attention, please.

Dr. Prang will not be

performing the surgery today.

"He went" meshuga.

Let's go to work, doctors.

Ladies and gentlemen,

there has been a change in the program.

The saxafragia mitosis operation

will be performed by Dr. Simon August.

- Let's go.

- No. Are you crazy?

This is a saxafragia mitosis operation.

All right, doctors.

We've got 20 minutes to find

that saxafragioid nerve and reduce it.

- And she's off.

- Yeah!

Then we're ready, gentlemen.

Scalpel.

Simon, show all your doctor friends

how you cut.

You're a great surgeon, Dad.

And you're a great surgeon, too, my boy.

Simon's gonna be a great surgeon, too, Dad.

Do you hear voices?

I guess I can function in this room.

Well, you did it. A perfect cut.

Blind shithouse luck. But you did it.

Heart?

Normal.

- What's this?

- I don't know.

- Then take it back.

- Sorry.

- How's my time?

- T-minus 33 and counting.

Hang on, Stephanie.

Easy.

Damn!

- What's the matter?

- What's wrong?

The obstruction. I can't reach it.

My damn hands are just too big.

If only one of the nurses were here.

Their hands are small.

They can reach into tiny...

- Chamberlain.

- Thurman, help me.

Substitution. Dr. Chamberlain in

for Dr. August.

Do you see it? Right there. That's it.

Dr. Ludwig, I'm nearing

the saxafragioid nerve.

So?

- Heart?

- Normal.

Sprockett.

This strike ain't for me.

I'm a nurse, and I go where I'm needed.

It looks like I'm needed here.

- I admire your dedication.

- It ain't all dedication.

My little brother Elmer,

he was an air traffic controller.

- Really?

- Yeah, he was incredible.

We're trying to save a life here, remember?

Suction.

Get it off.

Suction, Doctor, please.

Forget the suction. Thank you very much.

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