see you're too smart for me.
I'll level with you.
Lennihan was an undercover inspector
for the Board of Health.
The Board of Health.
You're just too good, Chambers.
- You really are.
- What do we do now?
What do we do?
We gag that maggot
before I rip his lying lips off.
You could puke a buzzard
off a gut wagon.
Yeah!
- You're our hero.
- I am?
- Yeah.
- Way to go.
That was great, Jack.
- My toaster's on the fritz. You can fix it.
- Your oven, too.
- We're not out of the woods yet.
- Right.
Dr Slattery, someone here says he
works for you. You'd better go see him.
I'm busy.
Show me where the Demerol is
and I'll medicate my own ass.
- Get me Dr Joffe.
- Good luck.
- You're supposed to be working.
- Don't waste your time.
Help those who can be saved.
Just throw me in the bed
and forget about me.
And to make sure my last days are
comfortable, keep me highly medicated.
- You know my condition.
- Yes.
You've got a severe case
of full-of-shit-ness.
I'm confused.
What's that in layman's terms?
It means I'm gonna check this out.
No, no, I told you, Doc. You don't...
What is that?
- I don't like how that sounds.
- No shit.
- I don't like that one, either.
- That makes two of us.
- Did you just experience a sharp pain?
- No, a blow job. What do you think?
- How's the patient?
- Can I vote?
I'm feeling groovy. It's just I can't do that
kind of work because of my hernia.
Dr Joffe, would you check
this man out for a hernia, please?
Great, another one of those
glamour jobs. OK, drop trou.
OK.
Cough.
- He seems fine.
- Squeeze harder. Sometimes it's inside.
- Cough.
- I am coughing, man.
I'll cough up my lung
if you'll have this guy let go.
- Harder.
- But, sir...
I know it's unorthodox, but we're
trying to save a life. Give it a good...
I'll schedule immediate surgery.
Yes, I'll have to check these boys out
from the inside.
No, we don't! I wanna work!
Dr Joffe, he's cured!
Rachel, Dr Joffe, that'll be all.
- And Joffe...
- I know, sir. Wash my hands.
I never had any doubts about you.
- Even though your colleagues thought...
- What did my colleagues thought?
You hung in there
when the shit hit the fan.
That's because I'm a shit-in-the-fan
dodger from way back.
I got into medicine late in life.
- What did you do before?
- I sold real estate.
I made investments. Property. Land.
I was doing good. Had lots of investors.
Everything was going OK. One day,
I looked at myself in the mirror.
I said, "This ain't the life for you no
more." Then I went to medical school.
- Which school?
- Nearby.
What's it like running a hospital?
Being in charge of everything
in the hospital, like the food
and the strawberry desserts,
jellos and things.
- I'd like to talk about them.
- Yes.
I know you run a hospital,
but I want them jellos, OK?
I haven't had the chance yet.
Tonight's my try-out for the job.
Rachel, you're doing
a great job running this hospital.
And you're a lot prettier than Chambers.
- Thank you.
- I gotta... I gotta fix food, coffee.
Miss Atwood.
This is Mary in ICU. It must be
110 without air conditioning.
- We gotta do something.
- I'll take care of it, Mary.
Don't panic.
You fix the sandwiches, I'll go to ICU.
- OK, thank you.
- You're welcome.
You goofing off again? I'm trying
to mobilise everybody for ICU.
We're putting the helicopter in the
lobby, blow air up the elevator shafts.
You're gonna be all right. Say "ah".
To the lobby, Louis. Hup, two, three...
- Can it get through the door?
- It's foolproof.
I'm gonna take a sandwich. Foolproof!
Pull! Pull!
Come on, we almost got it up.
Put your backs into it.
One, two, three, pull!
Oh, my God! You said you could
put it through the front door. Foolproof!
It's close. I've just got to get it
by the elevator shaft,
and I blow air
throughout the hospital.
These guys are gonna help.
All I have to do is get it up the steps.
Right, men? You gonna give it a try?
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