Climax!: Four hours in white

Live from Television City in Hollywood, Plymouth,

the Star of the Forward Look and the Plymouth Dealers of America

presents "Climax!"

Tonight, starring Dan Duryea, Ann Rutherford, Steve McQueen,

Eduard Franz, Gloria Talbott.

And now, your host for Plymouth, Bill Lundigan.

Good evening.

Trapped in a crossfire of human emotions,

a hospital chief surgeon writes his own conscience

to decide the fate of two men.

He must weigh the possible sacrifice

of one life for another.

Drawing on years of experience, he

defies the pressures of time and personal fear

to face one crucial moment of judgment.

Now, on "Climax!", "Four Hours in White."

-There's another lab report and tests on 30.

Otherwise, all's quiet on the western front.

Oh.

My feet are killing me.

Oh.

I knew that if I sat down--

Relax.

Did you check 30?

Yeah.

There's no change.

That poor kid.

-Well, at least his twin brother's

going to be all right.

-Is there any word yet on how Dr. Whittaker's doing?

-I don't think he's out of the operating room, yet.

If he loses this one--

Glover.

I'm sorry.

I might as well answer that.

He won't give up.

Evening, doctor.

How are the lower extremities?

Operative.

Evening, doctor.

Hello, nurse.

Oh, really, doctor.

You know the rules.

-If you won't tell me, they were lying.

-Conduct unbecoming the chief of surgery.

I was overwhelmed.

Besides, that's the rule that applies

other doctors and nurses.

-And what makes you an exception, doctor?

-Because I'm married to the night supervisor of nurses.

-Well, I must say, you have very good taste.

Good evening, doctor.

Good evening, doctor.

Good evening.

Boy, I sure am looking forward to the day

when you and I can temporarily desert the distressed

for a weekend of sun and surf and sand.

-Well, we didn't make it last weekend, doctor.

Or the weekend before.

Besides aren't you forgetting one little chore?

It spoils this weekend.

-Fool that I am, dreaming of weekends.

OK.

Next week.

Absolutely next week.

Sure.

Here.

Additional tests on Henry Reeves.

What's the score?

-The artificial kidney you ordered from San Francisco

should be here any time now and--

-It's tough, isn't it, when there's not much any of us

can do but wait.

I'll look in on Hank.

Yes, doctor.

And there you are.

Nature and her sorted secrets.

We poke here.

We poke there and baffled and stumped

by cells and corpuscles, viruses and fungi.

-Better get down to Dr. Whittaker.

Myrt just called.

-Last time I lost a patient, I disappeared for two days.

Three.

Three.

You spread the word I-- I had pneumonia.

It happens to all of us, Jerry.

To the best of us.

Well, I'm not the best.

Obviously.

Pull yourself together, Jerry.

There's a lot of eyes and ears in this hospital.

-I should have been an army cook.

I know what you can do.

I picked you.

I'd admit to bad judgment if I thought you weren't any good,

but you're a good doctor.

A darn good one.

-Last time two times up to bat, I struck out.

That hurts the home team.

-I accept your sensitivity but not to defeat.

Don't leave this hospital--

-Dennis, I told you the last time--

Shut up!

I know what you can do.

I know how you feel.

I've got that kidney case upstairs,

and I still don't know how it'll go.

And I may need you.

So just remember, when I think you're over your head,

I'll boot you out.

I won't wait for the directors.

You got that?

Now, stay put and leave 'til I check you out.

Hello, Tony.

How do you feel?

Pretty good.

Pretty good.

Steady.

I could go for a motorcycle ride.

Don't try it right away, huh?

A ton of it was dumped on your brother.

-Boy, when I think how that happened.

Hank and I skidding on that wet pavement,

hitting that embankment.

You know, the next thing I knew, I woke up here.

Just a laceration of the scalp.

You were lucky.

-You mean, my brother wasn't so lucky?

How is he?

There's no change.

Doctor, it's been three days.

He's still in shock.

His blood pressure is dangerously low.

What's going to happen?

I don't know.

-Doctor, all I want to find out is--

I don't know.

Doctor, he's my brother--

I don't know.

I'm sorry, Tony.

I know what you want me to say.

I wish I could.

I wish I could.

-I get thrown 30 feet in the air and wind

up with 16 stitches in my head.

-You're as sound as a shillelagh.

Oh.

I wish I hadn't, uh, seen my girl.

I shouldn't have sent her that telegram.

May I make a long distance phone call?

Sure.

Who is she?

Name's Susan.

She goes to a college downstate.

I didn't want to tell her about the accident from someone else.

You can make it but, uh,

don't worry too much about Hank.

We're flying in an artificial kidney from San Francisco.

Will that help him?

-Well, first, Tony, you must understand

what an artificial kidney is.

It's a machine you set up outside the body

to function for the kidney.

But it's not a substitute.

And it's temporary.

How temporary?

-Well, ordinarily, it might work long enough

to enable the patient to rally and the damaged kidney

to function again.

Is that the case with Hank?

Well--

Doc, is he--

Tony--

No, wait a minute.

Is my brother dying?

One kidney out.

The other suspect and still hemorrhaging.

His condition is a deteriorating one.

Call your girl and then get some rest.

Hey, who's watching the store?

Glover.

She's pretty good.

Cute, too.

-Oh, you and your window shopping.

-Oh, I get confidential reports on the pulchritude

in this hospital via the elevator operator.

What about Jerry?

He took it pretty hard.

I got a little tough, I'm afraid.

I'll bet you did.

-You know, sometimes, I not only want

to dig my toes in the sand but also my head.

We'll make it yet, Dennis.

Some weekend soon.

Yeah.

We're going to tie up all the loose ends

and hide far away from a telephone and emergencies.

Need a suture nurse?

You suture me fine.