Tales of Tomorrow

Tales of Tomorrow.

- Tonight's Tale of Tomorrow: Seeing Eye Surgeon,

starring Bruce Cabot, with Ed Jerome.

- Well, I suppose you think you were being very ingenious.

But let me tell you, Dr. Tyrell,

we almost had a dead patient on our hands.

I did what I thought was best.

I gave you explicit instructions

as to the performance of this operation.

I didn't ask you to improvise.

- But surely making the incision on the medulla, you could-

Oh, precisely,

and what did you expect to accomplish by that?

- It was the best way to relieve the pressure,

you could see that

for yourself. - All I could see

was that if I did not push you aside and take over,

we woulda had a dead patient on our hands.

Tell me something, Dr. Foyle.

Just what have you got against me?

I have nothing against you personally,

so long as you don't think you can supersede my judgment.

One more mistake like that, Dr. Tyrell,

I'll have you reassessed.

You seem to forget that I am the chief surgeon

at this hospital.

Oh no, Dr. Foyle, I couldn't do that.

Just what do you mean by that?

Oh, nothing, nothing at all.

I have 25 years of experience behind me.

No amount of book-learning can give you that.

While I'm in charge here, you'll follow my instructions

exactly as I give them to you, understand?

Yes, sir.

Just don't forget it.

That's all.

Same old story, huh?

Uh huh.

My method's are just too up to date for him, that's all.

You know, it's too bad

that Dr. Foyle won't keep up with the times.

- Why should he, when he can live on his past reputation?

Some people still regard him

as the finest neurosurgeon in the country.

Yes, I know.

Tell me, Martha, what's your honest opinion about all this?

- You mean about what happened in the operating room?

Yes.

You were doing an excellent job.

But the old man can't afford

to have his authority questioned,

so he tried to show you up as incompetent.

But what for, why?

Professional jealousy, maybe,

I, I wouldn't let it worry you.

You know, I don't wanna make excuses for the old man,

but he does have a lot on his mind.

Uh huh.

- He's operating on Professor Ross tomorrow.

Professor Ross, the nuclear physicist?

- Yes, and he's in a very critical condition.

Dr. Stephens says he has a growth right on the frontal lobe.

You know, that's gonna be a tricky operation.

- Yes, I know, but I don't think he'd try it

unless he thought he could do it.

Ross isn't just another patient, Bob.

He's an important man.

Why, our whole national defense may depend on

whether he can be kept alive to finish his experiments.

I know all that, Martha.

But still, I don't see that that gives him any reason

to pick on me!

Operating room, Miss Larson speaking.

Yes, he is.

All right, I'll tell him.

Well, I guess that explains why the old man got so upset.

That was his secretary.

- Yes? - He's worried about you.

Worried about me, what for?

- You're scheduled to assist him in the Ross case tomorrow,

and he wants you to study the X-rays.

Me, now why on Earth would he pick me?

- Because, as much as he hates to admit it,

there's no one else sufficiently competent.

Well I think the least he could've done

was to tell me himself.

Bob, now don't get upset.

Don't jeopardize your career by fighting him.

If Ross should die because of a clash of personalities

in the operating room, your reputation as a neurosurgeon

along with Dr. Foyle's would suffer irreparable damage.

Yeah, honey, I guess you're right.

Thanks for the pep talk.

- Well here's Ross's files, including the X-rays.

You better look them over.

All right.

Anybody wants me, I'll be in the office.

Bob.

Uh huh?

I'll be keeping my fingers crossed.

You are Dr. Tyrell?

Yes, that's right.

- I am Dr. Xenon, a graduate of Reisberg University,

in Europe.

How'd you do, Doctor?

Would you sit down?

Thank you.

Now what can I do for you?

I have come to help you.

To help me?

Well that's very nice of you, Doctor, but,

look, I don't want you to think I'm rude,

but I'm pretty busy just now.

This is about Professor Ross.

What about him?

- He is a brilliant nuclear physicist.

Yes, I know all that.

You see, I read the papers too.

But you are operating on him tomorrow,

that is why you are here now.

You seem to know a lot about it.

You wish to examine the X-rays.

To impress every detail of them on your mind.

Commendable!

But, if I may say so, my friend, useless.

Quite useless.

Your mind is too overwrought to accept the details.

How can you possibly tell me

what my mind is capable of accepting?

That is not important.

What is important is that Professor Ross should live

to complete his experiments.

It is imperative that he make his contribution

towards ending these threats of war.

- Look, Doctor, if you just came here expecting to tell me

about the seriousness of my responsibility, I already know.

- But I have come here to help you, Dr. Tyrell.

To ensure that the operation is a success.

Dr. Xenon, no living man can do that.

The chances of Doctor, Professor Ross's recovery

are very slim, very slim indeed.

On the contrary, my friend.

I assure you, they are very great.

All you need is one thing.

What's that?

Dr. Xenon's vision.

Oh, look, Doctor, you're wasting my-

If you will only listen to me.

I've been listening to you!

I have here a pair of glasses,

which I have processed in a special way.

Now look, Doctor.

I implore you.

The welfare of mankind is at stake.

Be reasonable.

- You be reasonable, this thing's gone far enough!

Come on, Doctor, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

No, no, my friend.

Not until you have promised to use the glasses.

- All right, Doctor, give me the glasses, I promise.

That is a promise, remember.

Oh yes, I promise.

- You will find they have a tendency to become foggy.

When that happens, take them off

and wipe them with this fluid.

All right, I'll try and remember.

You must remember.

The success of the operation depends upon it.

- All right. - But one thing more.

I am only lending these glasses to you

for this particular operation.

It is very important that Professor Ross should live.

Yes, Doctor, that's right.

Look, how'd you happen to lend me the glasses?

Don't you know that Dr. Foyle

is actually performing the operation?

I'm his assistant.

- No, my friend, you are going to perform the operation.

Bob.

Hey, Bob.

Oh, Martha.

What time is it?

It's half past two.

Oh my, I must have dozed off.

- Here's Dr. Foyle's data on Professor Ross.

Fine.

Bob.

What?

Dr. Foyle has been suddenly taken ill.

He has? When?

A while ago, I just left his office.

What about Professor Ross,

that operation tomorrow morning?

That's what I'm trying to tell you.

Dr. Foyle has appointed you to perform the operation.

Me?

Then Dr. Xenon was right.

Now Martha, let me get this straight.

I'm going to be in complete charge

of the operation, is that right?