St. Elsewhere

Thank you.

Dance with the assistant nurse, kidney care rationale, medicines, and dialysis.

She devastated her leg, before it had raised in Col workforce when lung cancer

burst out to her, filling her diarrhea by horseradish.

Therasia can be seen below the simple strata of a human amputation and

addiction, at least a few doses to another human Leonard, это.

Tas UN.

Dental emergency.

Services, medical nichtes, consequences, general emergency.

Other Even I would be a big man in that place.

Hey, Doc, hold that vator.

Excuse me, excuse me, watch your toes.

Third floor, please.

You know it doesn't hurt when the heat is on to use a double blast at the open.

Don't think about it.

This is the most important piece of life-saving equipment in this hospital.

This is the most important piece of life-saving equipment in this hospital.

This is the most important piece of life-saving equipment in this hospital.

Get in here.

Mark, it's time.

For what?

Father McCain.

By the way, we have a problem.

Which is?

Mr. Lucas.

Who is that?

Bilateral interstitial pneumonia.

All right.

His condition's gotten worse.

I'm going to have to put him on antibiotics.

He needs an open lung biopsy.

What are you doing?

Well, what does it look like I'm doing?

Struggling.

Here, let me help.

My hand's healing remarkably well.

I should be back at full throttle, working on all cylinders in a week or two.

Excelsior!

Spare me your Latin platitudes.

No.

Excelsior.

Ah, my Cushing Left Anterior Descending Artery Award.

Ellen broke the old one, playing interior decorator.

Mark, will you never learn?

I never permit Catherine to touch my private things.

Yeah, well.

Forgive and forget.

After all, Ellen is under so much stress.

The idea is to get her out of town for a few days.

We're going to Philly this afternoon.

Ah, stroll down memory Lane.

Yeah, I haven't been back to Penn for years.

I want to see where my alumni dollars are going.

Come in to see Father McCabe?

Yeah, in a minute.

Lunching today?

Can, I'm meeting with a guy who wants a vasectomy.

Ouch.

Well, I guess you won't be ordering.

You won't be ordering the grilled capon.

What's the big deal?

Well, I wouldn't let me do that to me.

What are you going to say to him?

About what?

Well, you're not going to let the poor slob go through with the procedure, are you?

The sky's falling.

What's the problem, Chicken Little?

I'm sitting in my car, reading the Patriot Ledger.

The next thing I know, the roof caves in.

St. Christopher bounces off the dashboard and hits me here.

Why didn't I go to Boston General?

Well, what fell on your car, sir?

An air conditioner.

Here you go.

Yeah, I'm serious.

I need help.

Stand.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

Come on.

I ain't boxing with you.

You're gonna run into pain and disappointment your whole life.

If you don't learn to face up to it, you're gonna get the tar beater.

I'm gonna get the tar beater out of you every time.

Now let's go.

I know you love your family, Donald.

It's been ten years.

Time to get on with your life.

There's no reason for what happened.

Ah, it hurts growing up.

I'll show you hurt.

I should have been killed.

I should have died.

When the sims go marching in.

Oh, when the sims go marching in.

It's nice to see you.

You're a sight for sore eyes yourself.

Hug me, lad, you know I won't break.

Meet Proud Eagle, my nursemaid.

Nurse.

My arms, my legs, my friend.

Hi.

Donald Westphall.

Can you believe that that was what's five years old with tousled hair?

Ah, St. Eligius, you haven't aged any better than me.

Let's go inside.

This your first trip to Boston, is it?

Yeah.

And he's dying to see Fenway.

Can you finagle a seat?

Do my best.

Jokes.

Oh, Daniel.

How are you?

Proud Eagle, if you please.

What the hell's going on?

It's me.

Tell me to get him up at the table.

Yeah, Louie.

Where's the chart?

What chart?

Check the toe tag.

Here it's there.

Take over from me here.

Book up the cardiac monitor.

Yeah, the police brought him in.

They said he was DOA.

He's got a good pulse.

Somebody get a pressure?

Here you go.

He's probably hypothermic.

Yeah, looks like he's coming around.

Louie, would you get a gun in here?

Who got cut from the residency program?

Oh, Litvack's gone, that punk Brewster.

Oh, get this.

O'Brien from surgery.

She find another hospital?

Yeah, in New York.

She won't last 13 weeks in New York.

Well, Jack?

I think we've broken new ground here.

We've actually brought one back from the dead.

We've had this little present made for you, Joseph.

Thanks.

Now you can take St. Eligius with you.

Well, I'm not going to take St. Eligius anywhere.

I've got a confession for you boys.

After my checkup here, I'm going to the home for useless and discarded priests.

And die.

Anybody home?

Would you like to see our brand new magnetic resonance scanner?

That sounds grand.

What is it?

A more advanced CAT scan.

It'll be in full operation tomorrow.

In the old days, whenever we got a new sizable piece of hardware, we all said a prayer.

That calls for a dedication ceremony.

Would you preside?

I'd be honored.

Would you like to see the scanner now, or do you want to get comfortable in your room first?

Oh, let's see the surgical suites.

Who's chief of surgery now that the median is gone?

Mark Craig.

You're joking.

Luther, I still need... Later.

Later.

D-O-A.

Jenkins was D-O-A, Jack.

Then became A-A-K-A-A.

Alive and kicking after arrival.

Don't blame me.

Blame the guy who wheeled him down to the morgue in the first place, or the dealer

with the stepped-on drugs, or his mother for smoking after sex, but don't blame me.

I always wanted to live in video village.

Screwed up.

Axelrod, admit it.

I did not screw up.

And most because I'm back from vacation for just a week.

I'm a little rusty, a little lax.

Not a little anything.

Hardy hog.

Yuck.

I found the game board up in the attic of my parents' house.

There's only a few pieces missing.

Yeah, like Monty Hall.

At least he survived.

Survived?

Let's make a deal it was on for like ten years.

You would not believe what I found up there in the attic of my parents' house.

My whole youth.

In boxes.

Twenty years.

Perfectly preserved.

It helped me to get in touch.

It helped me to get in touch with who I am.

Gee, that's great, Jack.

You owe me $500.

What?

Double sixes on the dice.

First, I really hated the idea of coming back to Boston.