Calling Dr. Kildare

Alice! Alice!

Yes, Mrs. Kildare?

I found it!

I'll be right over.

No wonder I couldn't find it.

My husband put it away.

Well, the hooks are still on it.

Oh, but Jimmy will only be here for two days.

If we hang up the sign, won't he think we're hinting

he should stay home for good?

Well, we'll tell him it's like they do in the Navy.

When the admiral comes on board, they run up his flag.

Oh, here comes Harry Galt on his daily visit.

Here I am, Harry!

You know what I'm gonna do while Jimmy's home?

No. What?

I'm gonna let him find out

just exactly how crazy Harry Galt is about me.

Maybe that'll bring your son into mind.

I've tried everything else.

It ought to work. It did with his father.

He'll be here at 9:00 tonight.

Oh. Now, that's someone for Stephen.

Something will make him late for Jimmy's train.

Hello, Harry. Hello, Alice!

I was just calling on you.

Alice, I've been thinking things over,

and I don't think Jimmy would mind

you going to the dance with me

if we took Mrs. Kildare along to chaperone.

I'll go with you without a chaperone.

- That's swell. - Alice!

Oh, Harry...

Hurry over to the bank right away.

Why? Anything wrong?

Dr. Kildare just phoned.

Your father's had a... Had a fainting spell.

My father? Well, thanks, Mrs. Kildare.

Goodbye, Alice. Bye, Harry.

Dr. Kildare... How is he?

Oh, he'll be alright.

The main thing is to get him home, into bed.

And we'd better have a first-class nurse.

Nurse? Pay a woman $8 a day just to sit around and say,

"now, eat the rest of your tapioca pudding"?

Nurses. Doctors.

There's nothing a doctor enjoys so much

as to have the patient insult him.

It means that the patient can't be very ill.

You only want to get me home so you can charge another $2.

When I was a boy,

doctors used to be glad to get 50 cents a visit.

Yes. When you were a boy, eggs were 8 cents a dozen.

Come on, Dr. Kildare, let's get him home.

Alright, Harry.

What's the matter with him, Dr. Kildare?

I don't know exactly.

That, uh... That temperature worries me.

Well, if there's any change, call me.

Hmm. I'll still have time to take the folks down

to meet Jimmy's train, if I hurry.

What's the matter? Come on, get your hat and coat on.

"Sorry. Impossible to get away.

Letter follows. All love, Jimmy."

Well, if he's too busy to come home for a couple of days,

he... he must be a successful doctor.

Now, you don't understand, mother.

It's difficult in a big city like New York.

An intern's time isn't his own.

Why aren't we able to convince him

that his place is right here, working with his own father?

Oh, but he's working under the great Dr. Gillespie.

I'm just a general practitioner in a little bit of a town

you can hardly find on the map.

Hmph.

Dartford would be a whole lot smaller

if it weren't for you.

Why, there isn't a day that I don't see somebody

who's hale and hearty and happy

who wouldn't be alive if it weren't for Dr. Stephen Kildare.

Mm. Jimmy can search two cities like New York,

but he'd never find a finer doctor.

I'm gonna write him a letter special delivery

and say it's just as well he didn't come home

because we have to go on a picnic.

Stephen, did you have any dinner?

Yes, I had a bite at Galt's.

But I must do some reading

if I'm going to find out what ails him.

Well, you know the old rule...

When in doubt, give him a dose of bicarbonate of soda

and see what develops in the morning.

What do you think I gave him?

I'll be up in a minute, soon as I put out the light.

Alright.

Blair general hospital... Information.

No, madam, Dr. Alan Webster's not in right now.

Well, I wouldn't know anything about that.

I'm just a telephone operator here.

'Course I work in a hospital,

but I don't know anything about medicine.

I have a friend who works in the aquarium,

but he still can't breathe underwater.

Blair general hospital, information.

Yes, Mr. McCarthy.

Just a minute, Mr. McCarthy.

Sally, hi.

Your wife and baby are doing fine, Mr. McCarthy.

Yes, Mr. McCarthy.

No, Mr. McCarthy.

New fathers make me sick.

Well, why, Sal? It's like in the barnyard.

Who lays the egg? The hen.

Who crows? The rooster.

Special delivery for Dr. James Kildare.

It's for your pal. Do you want to take it up to him?

Oh, sure. Here you are. Who tips me?

I'll give you a tip, son... Don't play with matches.

Where's your broom, street cleaner?

Look, Sally...

Why don't you take that sandwich up to Dr. Kildare

before it gets cold?

Listen, hon, I get through off the ambulance

tomorrow night at 7:00.

How's about you and me, dinner, huh?

I'll have no more meals with you, Joe Wayman.

I didn't expect you to have the manners of a Duke,

but you're the first guy I ever saw dunk a lamb chop.

Blair... Yes, Mr. McCarthy.

Aw, I hate to do this to you, baby,

but I know you're going to Guinea-pig heaven,

because you're about to save someone's life.

As a matter of fact, you ought to go to heaven

in about a minute and a half.

Well, doc, here's your coffee and hamburger.

Oh, fine, thanks.

You gonna work all night again?

Maybe. Only I'm sure hungry, though.

I'll bet you are.

There ain't nothing makes a guy hungry like brainwork.

Believe me, I know.

Oh, uh, here's a special-delivery letter for you.

Hmm. Lady's handwriting. Smells like onion.

Of course, that might be the hamburger.

Here you are, ignatz. Here you are, boy. Come on.

Hey! Nix! Don't feed the animals.

I got that baby shot full of "q" fever.

"Q" fever... oh, yeah. Huh? Never heard of it.

Well, it's quite a rare disease.

As soon as that Guinea pig dies,

I'll show you the germ under a microscope.

No, thanks... I don't look at germs,

and I don't want them to look at me.

I got the idea from something they're doing in Australia.

It seems the queensland board of health

has just found out that... Look.

Oh, gosh. That's a shame, doc.

Just when you were going along so swell,

he has to go and kick the bucket.

Well, that's what it had to do. And right on schedule.

Well, everyone's wrong but me.

The patient in 412 has "q" fever.

Joe, I was so sure it was "q" fever,

I passed up my trip home to prove it.

Just wait till I show Dr. Gillespie.

Say, that'll prove you know more than he does,

for all his big-shot reputation, won't it?

Now, wait a minute, Joe.

Dr. Gillespie is the greatest diagnostician

in the world today.

Why, if anybody else couldn't walk,

they'd... they'd fold up and quit.

He pushed his way right up to the top in a wheelchair.

Then why is he mad all the time, huh?

Next time he yells at me,

"get out of my way, you fat head,"

I'll tell him where he gets off.

Get out of my way, you fat head.

Yes, Dr. Gillespie. Sure, Dr. Gillespie.

I-I was just going, sir.

I don't know whether all the rest of us

are descended from monkeys,

but I'll bet you 2 to 1 on Wayman.

Oh, I like him.

Oh, that's quite possible.

I have a curious fondness for you.

May be your innate charm or my own bad judgment.

What's going on here?

I finally found the answer to the patient in 412.

Oh. So you solved that mystery, did you?

Did you have another talk with them?

I didn't have to.

There's an obscure disease known as "q" fever.

Is that so?

Yes, sir, I made an injection

from the patient into that Guinea pig,

and it died right on schedule.

Well, you must be right.

"Q" fever, huh? Yes, sir.

Well, that's remarkable.