Dr. Kildare's Strange Case

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Blair general hospital information.

No, sir, I can't ring Mr. Boyd's room.

Well, they operated on him this morning.

Yes, an apen... an apendi...

An apen...

Yes! They took it out!

Oh, Sally?

If you're not busy tonight,

how about you and me grabbing a quick sandwich

and catching the early show at a movie?

Excuse me.

Blair general...

Oh, hello, Irene!

Sure, I had a grand time last night.

I was out with Mr. Gustakis in a Pittsburgh.

First to a classy cocktail bar

and then dinner at a hotel

where the soup was $2.00 a plate!

And then to a nightclub

with real champagne!

Oh, well, good-bye!

See you later.

Uh, what was you saying about tonight, Joe?

Oh, I... Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Good morning, Dr. Lane.

Good morning.

Oh, hi, doctor. Good morning.

Uh, has nurse Mary Lamont checked in yet?

Yes, 10 minute ago.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, I got half the notion

to take a good poke at that guy...

Trying to cut in on doc Kildare's girl.

Control yourself, muscle-bound.

If your pal Kildare don't do anything about it,

why should you stick your nose in?

What's she giving him a tumble for anyhow?

Why not? The way I see it,

there are only two things she can do...

Jump off a bridge over Jimmy Kildare

or go out with this guy...

In spite of the fact that he's

single, rich, and good-looking.

Yeah, he'll need his dough.

Up in brain surgery

they're commencing to call him

the undertaker's friend.

Emergency.

Yes, nurse Lamont.

Dr. Kildare?

Yes, he went past the desk,

but I don't remember if he was coming

or going out.

Thank you, Sally.

Is Dr. Kildare in?

Dr. Kildare is in Dr. Gillespie's office.

And everything is ok.

Gillespie shut himself up in the other room.

Thanks.

Mary,

I get an hour off today.

How about having lunch?

Jimmy, that will be wonderful.

Kildare!

Uh, yes, Dr. Gillespie?

But I have to make a phone call first.

Kildare! Jimmy Kildare!

Coming, Dr. Gillespie.

Mary, you have another date for lunch, haven't you?

If you already have a date,

then you mustn't break it.

Besides, I'm not sure

Dr. Gillespie will let me off.

But, Jimmy, you know...

Dr. Kildare!

Can't you hear me?!

I'll be right there, Dr. Gillespie.

No lunch, Mary.

Kildare!

This is the most ridiculous thing

I've ever heard of.

Jimmy,

you've had a pretty busy morning.

Why don't you...

What did you want, sir?

You were saying something was ridiculous.

Aw!

This report on a Rufus Ingersoll.

Jimmy, Rufus Ingersoll's been examined

by every department in this hand-painted institution.

Here are 27 different reports

by 27 different doctors without a mistake

in one of them.

Why, it's impossible!

Parker!

Parker!

Uh, Mr. Rufus Ingersoll should be treated

with kindness, sweetness, and light.

Will you kindly send in Mr. Rufus Ingersoll?

Yes, doctor.

Uh, let me handle this, Jimmy.

Good morning, doctor.

Well, Mr. Ingersoll, good morning!

And how are you feeling today?

Never felt better in my life.

Oh, that's fine.

That's fine...

Because your system's in a state of collapse.

Sit down before you fall down.

Mr. Ingersoll,

you're suffering from a bad case

of what we might call the dangerous age.

You've been living too young.

You've been eating too young.

You've been drinking too young.

You've been... yes, you've been thinking too young.

And all because you fancy yourself

to be in love with a young girl in her 20s.

And what's the result?

Your stomach is overworked,

your heart is overstrained,

and your kidneys look like

the battle of gettysburg.

My age has nothing to do with it.

I'm still a young man.

Yeah, young enough to make a fool of yourself.

Dr. Gillespie, I came here for medical advice.

Ok, you take a large dose of common sense.

Of course, your personal affairs

have got nothing to do with me,

but medically speaking,

my advice is that you should lead the life

of a gentleman of 50

with his wife and children.

Otherwise, Mr. Ingersoll,

one of these fine days,

you're going to drop dead.

Good day, Mr. Ingersoll.

This way, sir.

Next patient!

Next patient!

Well, how can I examine you

with your uniform on?

Examine me?

I don't understand.

Well, I called for the next patient,

and you pop in.

You must be the next patient.

Have you forgotten Mr. Grayson's

waiting in the next room?

Why in the name of common sense didn't you tell me?

Because you told me.

Well, now, just shake a leg!

Yes, doctor. Wait a minute.

Tell Grayson we'll be in right away.

Yes, doctor.

Say, what's your opinion on Grayson?

You think he's going blind?

Well, case history shows

an increasing pressure on the optic nerve.

Every indication points to

an enlarged pituitary gland.

Well, that agrees with my diagnosis.

What do you prescribe?

An operation.

Removal of the tumor,

the sooner the better.

You positive of that?

Yes.

It's the only chance he has,

outside of a miracle.

You're absolutely right.

But the final decision to operate

is up to the surgeon.

Well, that's one thing we can do for Grayson...

Get him a good man.

Means you have an idea.

I wouldn't dare have suggested anyone but you.

Doctor Gregory Lane.

Gregory Lane?

Yes.

I know there's been some talk...

He lost several patients in a row.

But people don't realize

that sometimes patients die

because there's no chance of recovery.

What are you trying to prove?

Well, I'm not trying to prove anything.

But I feel positive

that Lane's a fine surgeon,

and the medical profession needs him.

Well, what brought Dr. Gregory Lane to your eagle eye?

Didn't you once tell me

he was the most promising young surgeon

ever came to this hospital?

Well...

I did say he had a fine pair of hands,

but his judgment's worried me lately.