ofwork on this. I'm moved.
For somebody to do something like this
just... just out offriendship... It touches me.
Listen, what are friends for?
We're all rooting for each other.
I'm just pleased that Joe is well again.
- Hey, let me get this.
- No, Lucas, this is on me.
I said I'll get this.
- I can't believe it.
- Joe, what's the matter?
- I'm having a heart attack.
- No, that's impossible, Mr Gideon.
I just gave you your medication.
Goddamn it, he knows the symptoms.
Will you call somebody, please?
He can't be in pain.
Well, let me take his pulse.
- How can it be?
- Goddammit, get somebody.
But I just gave you your medication 20
minutes ago. You can't possibly be in pain.
Atleastyou're getting use
out ofthe equipment.
That's funny, Doctor. I gotta tell you,
it hurts like a son of a bitch.
Miss Briggs, two milligrams of morphine.
- What's this?
- My name and address.
You can send my cheque there.
Feeling anypain now?
Bitch!
No. But something is...
- something is breaking up in there.
- Now that I like.
Somethin's gone wrong.
All wrong.
No... No...
Oh, my God... Where's Mr Gideon?
Anger, denial, bargaining,
depression andacceptance.
- Anger.
- No. No. No!
Jesus Christ! Goddamn son-of-a-bitch,
pig-sucking bastards!
Not now.
I don't know. We were busy
with an emergency
and the next thing I notice, he was gone.
Denial. Denial.
"No. No, that's notme, man, no.
No. It's somebody else, maybe, butnotme."
"Oh, no. You got the wrong...
Howaboutmymother, man?"
"She's old. I'm weaned. I'm toilet-trained."
"I don'tneedheranymore. Bye, Ma.
You've been terrifiic. Ilove ya! Butnotme."
Oh, Jesus, don't take me out now.
What's the matter?
Don't you like musical comedy?
- Bargaining.
- Finished, or do you wanna run itagain?
Yes, I'd like to run it again.
I'd like to run the whole thing again.
"Look, man. Come here, come here."
"Can we sit down and talk
about this like businessmen?"
"A negotiation, OK?"
"Look, I don't wanna haggle.
You'll findme a reasonable man, man."
"The blonde, the one on East 63rd Street
Isee on Tuesdaynights?"
"Gone. Finished. I'llnever
see heragain. That's it."
"Right, no more hard drugs.
A little grass, maybe, but that's it. OK?"
"All right, look, man, lpromise
I won'tflash on subways anymore, OK?"
"We gota deal, huh? Huh?
Guy drives a hardbargain."
What are you staring at? I told you guys
before: Too much smoking,
too much boozing, too much
screwing around, it'll get you every time.
I'll be back.
Well, goddammit, find him.
I want him back in ICU, and right now!
- Damn fools.
- Depression.
And here he is, ladies and germs,
Tops'n'Taps,
- Oh, my God!
- Tap-dancer extraordinaire.
- If I were God...
- I'm dying!
- And sometimes I think I am...
- Oh, God, am I dying!
- Depends on how much morphine I've had...
- I'm dying. Nobody's dying butme.
- I would spare this terrific tap-dancer!
- The doctor's not dying.
He's alive in Florida, andl'm dying!
No pennies on the eyes for me.
Please.
Right away, sir. Bye.
- Come on, we better try to find this guy.
- "Oh, God!"
"I'm dying!"
"I'm paying $240 a dayfor the hospitalroom!"
"At those prices, man,
who can afford to live?"
So... acceptance.
Oh, God...
I think you're the most
beautiful thing in the world.
I love you.
Just a cut on the head.
Oh, man, I won't have any trouble
at all keepin' him here.
He just wants to sit around
and sing old-time songs.
Oh, don't hurry, baby.
I'm havin' a pretty good time myself.
- Now, Mr Gideon, where were we?
- How do you know my name?
Just found out. They're comin'
to get you, you know?
I knew they would.
- Can I have another?
- Oh, help yourself.
Could you do it one more time? Just for me?
Oh, yeah, I'd love to.
Five, six, seven, eight.
Here we go.
Juicy!
You got it.
- Five, six, seven, eight.
OK, mister, you come along with us.
Nice and quiet, now. Don't cause no trouble.
Everything's going to be fine, all right?