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EXT. ST. ELIGIUS - DAY
INT. CAFETERIA - DAY
Two DOCTORS walk through the entrance. Clock reads 1202 p.m.
They pass a DOCTOR eating alone. He curls spaghetti around
his fork and sticks it in his mouth.
The DOCTORS get into line, picking up plastic trays. Just in
front of them, a real horny looking ORDERLY is bent down,
searching for something. He looks up, smiles, looks back
down seriously, looks up, smiles. Ahead of him, two very
cute CANDY STRIPERS stand giggling, obviously the center of
the ORDERLY's attention. A few people ahead of them.
DANIELS and EHRLICH stand in line.
The family sent me a fruit basket.
What's wrong with that?
The patient died, Shirley, he died
and they sent me a fruit basket.
DANIELS reaches into an ice-filled shelf for a tuna fish
It's a little late in the week for
the tuna fish.
CRAIG watches incredulously as a MAINTENANCE WORKER
accidentally drops his cigarette ash in a plate of jello.
(KITCHEN WORKER looks up)
What do you think, you're at home?
ROSENTHAL stands talking to another NURSE farther down the
She says she wants to verify the
dates she was admitted and
Then she says, "Can you tell me
what I was in for?" Turns out her
hubby had used her Blue Cross/Blue
Shield number to pay for his
EHRLICH and DANIELS stand at cash register.
One eighteen? All I got was an
avocado yogurt and a chocolate bar.
CASHIER shrugs, hands him change.
And they say medicine's a ripoff.
They pick up their trays, and carry them past several tables
of NURSES, DOCTORS, others who are talking and eating.
CAMERA HOLDS on CHANDLER, staring down at a portable Scrabble
I wish I hadn't been so stupid this
year. I used all my sick days for
VIEW INCREASES to include DOCTORS MORRISON, CHANDLER,
ARMSTRONG and V.J., who, with a Satanic gleam in his eyes,
places letters on the Scrabble board.
Is Andrew Reinhardt your patient
How'd you stand him?
MORRISON shrugs, looks down at Scrabble board.
Sounds like a kosher sandwich.
What's it mean?
"Shamash" be the sun god of Assyria.
(sighing, writing on
I've had enough. I hate to tell
you this, V.J., but you're
suffering from an advanced case of
ARMSTRONG gets up and walks toward exit. She passes CRAIG
Sure, a few of them die. But look
how many drop dead without any help
from their doctors.
BEALE ponders this.
Though to be perfectly frank,
today's young resident is an
absolute yutz. In my day, we were
taught ethics, codes of behavior,
respect for seniority. Today you
got doctors with gym shoes. Gym
shoes, for crying out loud. You'd
think we were running a track meet
instead of a hospital. Am I right,
You know I hate to disagree with
CAVANERO sits at a table with DENISE WHITEHILL, drinking
Brian's oldest brother, David, is
dead and his other brother won't
ever get married...
So he always wanted a son to "carry
on" the family name. Do you have
any children, Dr. Cavanero?
No, I'm not married.
Brothers or sisters?
Yes, one brother and four sisters.
Well, you know, Catholics.
I'm an only child. When I was
growing up I always wished I had
lots of brothers and sisters. I
swore to myself when I got married,
I'd have five of each... What would
you do if you were in my place, Dr.
That's really not the question
I know you're not supposed to say,
but I'm asking you -- not as a
doctor, as a woman.
No, I know. What I'm trying to say
is that, in this situation, advice
is easy when you're not directly
It's very complicated, isn't it?
What about your mother?
What do you mean?
What would she have done?
My mother would have had the baby.
But then again, she's a very
So am I.
On DENISE, stirring her coffee,
CLOSE ON CARDBOARD CUT-OUT
It is a 3x4 cut-out of a crouching MAN. The cut-out is
still, suspended in air from a wire. SHOTS ring out. The
cut-out is struck six times in the torso by gunfire.
EXT. RIFLE RANGE - DAY
A rinky-dink outdoor range, on the periphery of Boston. The
CAMERA PANS ACROSS the divided shooting cubicles, with
various people in them A MAN in a wheelchair, a MOTHER and
her young SON, two black WOMEN.
In the last cubicle, CATHY MARTIN is pointing her Walther at
the suspended cut-out. FISCUS stands behind her, looking on.
They are both wearing headsets. CATHY aims.
Here's to you, Doctor Astrov, for
failing me on my histology exam
I'm spending my day with Dirty
You said you wanted to do something
Yeah, well I was thinking more
along the lines of hanging out at
the beach... You know, throwing
rocks at he seagulls, kicking sand
in some little kid's face. Good
She looks at the target.
She loves death. She loves
destruction. She loves the feel of
cold, hard steel between her
Louisa May Alcott.
She shoots again, then presses an overhanging button, which
returns the target.
Little Women was the worst book
She and FISCUS take off their headsets. CATHY reloads.
(looking at gun)
Beale would have a field day with
you and that Howitzer.
I was mugged three times in the
parking lot. I learned to shoot
for self defense. Armstrong even
got attacked in the hospital.
Ever had to use it?
CATHY takes down the target, hands it to FISCUS. She puts up
a new one.
(looking at target)
Transversalis fascia... aortic
hiatus.. left renal A and V,
twice... and the spleen... I see a
million like these a week.
She sends the new target out.
Give it a try, Wayne. Let off some
She indicated that she wants him to shoot a round.
Make love, not war. Peace,
flowers, purple haze...
She looks at him, as if to say, "Sissy". He steps to the
line. She hands him the gun.
Oh, wow... this really turns me on.
Hold this arm straight out. And
steady. There's your sight. Just
follow it straight down.
FISCUS sets up.
That's it. Now get anybody you
She puts the headset on, then puts his on. She steps back.
Nick Veltri, who held me down and
pounded me near the bike rack in
the fourth grade, just because I
was wearing argyle socks.
EXT. WHITEHILL HOME - DAY
INT. KITCHEN - DAY
DENISE, at counter, seasoning steaks.
I'm in here.
BRIAN comes in. DENISE turns around for a second, smiles.
He winks at her, sits at table, sorting through the mail.
How'd everything go today?
He looks at her slightly. DENISE's back is to him, as she
puts steaks into oven.
The garbage disposal stopped
He rips some junk mail in half, gets up, goes to sink. He's
close to DENISE, gives her a kiss.
Where're the girls?
At the playground. Linda said
she'd bring them home.
He throws ripped mail into garbage bag under sink.
Did you talk to Dr. Cavanero?
Then it's all taken care of?
No. I want this baby.
Last night you said --
I'm not having an abortion.
Would you please stop this and call
her, right now.
Call her yourself.
BRIAN goes to wall phone, looks for "Dr. Cavanero -- St.
Eligius" in little blue address book, starts to dial. DENISE
puts finger on phone, disconnecting him.
Do you know what really galls me,
No, what really galls you, Denise?
You didn't think... Not even for a
minute... It's my body that has to
go through this.
What the hell is that supposed to
mean? What about our life, huh?
Doesn't that count for anything?
Don't be stupid, of course it does
Then listen to me -- Every day,
every damn day... No holidays, no
time off for good behavior...
"Don't touch the stove, Johnny,
you'll burn your hand"... "Don't
put your finger in the socket"...
"Don't go peepee in your pants"...
I don't care --
Sure, you say that now --
I know the way I feel right now
The same as when I was carrying
Stephanie and Michelle.
BRIAN puts his hand in the air, turns away.
We didn't know how they'd turn out.
Or will turn out. If Stephanie
becomes a... an axe-murderer, will
we love her any less? No, because
she's ours. Well, so is he --
It's not the same thing. Stop
What if, what if something happened
to me, I was hit by a car and brain
damaged for life or Stephanie or
Michelle -- What would you do?
Pack us off to a mental
institution? Or shoot us in the
I know you, I love you.
Why can't you love this child?
If I want a pet, I'll get a dog --
This is our son.
It's a mistake... A defective,
Murder. That's what this is, you
Call it what you want. I can't
handle this, don't you understand,
Denise. I can't go through with
having this child. I don't have
BRIAN turns back to the counter.
INT. EMERGENCY ROOM - NIGHT
SHIRLEY DANIELS sits in the Admitting office, while ROONEY
leans in the doorway. An Admitting VOLUNTEER talks to a
newly arrived PATIENT.
Eventually I wanna be a scrub
DANIELS looks up surprised.
I know. You think it's funny a
punk like me wants to do more than
clean up afterbirth.
No, it's just that... I've been
thinking of quitting.
Going to another hospital?
Getting out of nursing altogether.
Too many forms, too many hostile
patients, hostile doctors.
C'mon, they ain't that bad.
Most doctors are white, rich men
who don't give a second thought
about my opinions of feelings.
Besides, there're a lot more things
a woman can do these days. That
Phone RINGS, DANIELS answers it.
I've got it, Charlene. Hello, St.
Eligius E.R... Oh, yeah, Myra.
I'll get him. Just a minute... No,
A NURSE walks by. The CAMERA FOLLOWS HER, past a closed
INT. CUBICLE - NIGHT
PETER WHITE is in the examining cubicle, with an old WINO.
WHITE, wearing a heavy winter coat, feels the man's abdomen.
The WINO, scraggy beard, wino and blood incrusted on his
How long have you had these pains?
WINO stares off, mumbles.
Plenty of times.
Your belly's pretty tender. Have
you been throwing up?
WINO smiles, teeth missing, winks at WHITE.
Have you had diarrhea?
Near the Texaco station...
DANIELS pulls curtain back. In b.g., a young BLACK MAN is
wiping away his GIRLFRIEND's tears with his finger tips.
Your wife's on the phone. Again.
Tell her I'll be there in a minute.
Look, I'm not your personal
All right... All right. Give me a
hand here will you?
His pants are soaking wet...
He's dehydrated. Start some
lactated ringers -- 175 cc an hour.
And drop in thirty of potassium.
And tell them to send some heat
CAMERA FOLLOWS WHITE out, as DANIELS closes curtain. He
walks past several other curtained off cubicles and the
digital clock, which reads 612 p.m. EHRLICH and NURSE are
walking towards the supply cabinets, as WHITE passes them.
She couldn't deny it any longer. I
mean, there it was on the X-ray --
four dollars, thirty-five cents.
All in change.
INT. E.R. ADMITTING - NIGHT
WHITE talks on phone.
Hello... Right. What's up?
Why?... Tell your mother to take
the MTA... I can't. If you had any
idea what I do down here, you
wouldn't ask... I'm in the middle
of treating a patient.
Doctor White, you better come
Listen, Myra, we'll talk about this
later, I've got to go.
I have got to go.
He hangs up phone, turns, following ROONEY.
INT. E.R. WARD - NIGHT
WHITE reaches DANIELS who is standing over the WINO. The
WINO is having a heart attack. EHRLICH is pumping the WINO's
chest. WHITE watches.
What kind of rhythm have we got?
DANIELS puts Ambubag over WINO's mouth and ventilates him.
Give him an amp of bicarb and an
amp of epi... Pressure?
Fifty over zero doppler.
EHRLICH reaches over for shock paddles, preparing to
Everyone stands back, as EHRLICH presses the paddle buttons.
The body jolts.
Come on, you old --
We've got a sinus rhythm.
WHITE reacts with relief. DANIELS takes over as EHRLICH
grabs WHITE and pulls him into another cubicle.
Were you taking care of that guy?
I admitted him, yeah.
Did you check his history for renal
disease before adding the
What do you mean?
You almost killed him.
EHRLICH walking back to WINO. On WHITE's face, we,
END OF ACT THREE