goodbye,
thanks again for your hospitality.
Goodbye.
- What about this garbage bag?
- Just put it out back.
- It's a gigantic rat!
- That's right.
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God...
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God!
Oh, my God!
Did you run all the way
into town, Dr Fleischman?
- Uh-huh.
- That's a seven-mile run.
- Uh-huh.
- You must be a serious runner.
Not since the seventh grade.
- Just the water, then?
- Yeah.
- No, gimme a bagel and cream cheese.
- What's a bagel?
- I'll just take the beef jerky, OK?
- Take a spicy one. Three dollars.
Look, I heard a rumour on the road
that the first bus out of here leaves today.
No, I haven't heard that.
Would you like a schedule?
Yeah.
- What are you all doing here?
- They're waiting to see the doctor.
Well, um, yeah, see, look.
I am a doctor, but I'm very sorry.
I can't see any of you
because I'm not staying.
See, I have a bus schedule, so...
Although I am a doctor, I'm not really...
I'm not the doctor.
Yeah, so, um...
It might be improper for me
to establish any relationships
in a situation that's...
that's going nowhere, so, uh...
Very nice meeting all of you,
and I wish you all the best of luck.
Suit yourselves.
There is no job!
One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
Number one?
OK, what's your problem?
I'm feeling achy and I'm hot.
All right, for how long?
About three years.
You do feel warm.
Let's get a temperature.
How the hell do I get that
without a thermometer?
There is no job.
You could have just
wheeled it in on a cart.
Go take a seat out there for a few minutes.
Number two!
Hi. Wow, what's that?
- It's a beaver.
- Really?
Yeah, I've seen these on PBS.
- What number are you?
- Six.
Go out and wait your turn
like everybody else.
- I'm sorry. So what's your problem?
- I think his teeth hurt.
- The beaver's?
- He hasn't gnawed any wood lately.
Number six, I told you. Go out and
wait your turn like everybody else.
If you can't do that, I'll ask you to leave.
I'd like to help you with the beaver,
but I'm not a dentist.
Couldn't you just look at him?
All right. Lift his lip.
Oh, my God.
Number six?
You're bleeding all over the floor.
I've seen this calibre before.
Saturday night special.
Though nowadays you see it
every day in your finer hospitals.
It's a gun of choice of your basic pimps,
drug dealers and pre-AK-47 gangsters.
- I'll wrap him?
- No, thank you. I can wrap him.
So who shot you?
My wife.
Why?
She said
"Loud doesn't work with me any more."
- What?
- We've been married 17 years.
- Man, oh, man.
- Hello, Ed.
Hi, Walter.
Hello, Dr Fleischman.
- What happened to you?
- Edna shot me.
- Wow.
- Ed, what are you doing here?
Maurice wants to talk to you.
Tell him to take a number.
I have people here.
Oh, OK. I'll wait.
- Bye, Walter.
- See you.
- Bye, Marilyn.
- Bye, Ed.
Sit down, son.
- Do much hunting, Joel?
- Just on the Lower East Side.
For bargains.
You know, Joel...
The most important thing
in the worid to me is friendship.
I never believed
the written word was necessary
when a rock-steady handshake would do.
A man's word is his honour.
I'm talking about commitment, son.
Loyalty.
I believe your people refer to it as the
"Ethics of the Fathers". You get my drift?
- Well, I'm sure I will.
- You signed a contract, Joel.
But much more important than that...
you gave your word.
I intend to hold you to that word
within the bounds of the law.
If necessary,
without the bounds of the law.
- Are you threatening me?
- If you have any notions of running,
there's the $125,000 that the good people
of Alaska put into your medical education.
As far as I'm concerned,
Fleischman, that's my money.
Who do you think you're talking to? I am
not some putz just off the caribou farm.
I'm from New York City.
I've walked 42nd Street at midnight and
taken the Lexington Avenue line at 2am.
I have stiffed cabbies.
So don't try this strong-armed