I need that phone. It'II be here.
I'm on duty. I need to caII in. As soon as they bring the phone.
What do you want me to do, go out there and check to see what the hoIdup is?
If it's not too much troubIe.
I couId've waIked to work by now.
(man) Where do you work? Boston CentraI, criticaI care unit.
What's so funny? What are you, a speed waIker?
Meaning what?
Meaning that you're 80 miIes from Boston, friend.
What are you taIking about? What is going on here?
I'II teII you what's going on here.
We have a situation that needs to be straightened out.
Nurse. What's the ETA on the teIephone?
The doctor needs to check in.
(woman) Right away.
(Lilly) Are you drunk now?
I need to caII my wife. Is that a probIem?
It's Dr. Crower. Is Dr. Freeman stiII on rounds?
(woman) Yes. Yeah, I need him to cover for me, I'm at--
What's the matter? What's the matter?
Exit 5 on the Mass. Pike.
(Crower) No. (Lilly) You're not drinking now?
No, I'm not drinking. I'm okay. I can drive.
What is this? These were in the car. Recognize 'em?
(woman) Are you okay?
[screaming]
The son of a bitch kiIIed his wife and kid!
[birds chirping]
[peopIe chattering]
Okay, Iet's start the bidding at, Iet's say...
$100 for this fine pair of canines.
Remember, now, every penny goes to the hospitaI's generaI fund.
I'II guarantee that myseIf. Anybody?
(woman) $100. AII right, thank you, ma'am. We have $100.
Do I hear $150 for the pair? Anyone at aII?
What about it, Miss Emory? Don't be shy.
AII right, we have $150. Do I hear $200?
Matt, where are you?
Stockbridge.
Just past Exit 5 on the Mass. Pike.
(Lucas) $150 going once, $150 going twice.
SoId to Miss GaiI Emory for $150. What a bargain.
Come on up here, Miss Emory. Thank you very much.
Fine bit of auctioneering, Buck. You missed your caIIing.
WeII, thank you, Dr. Pike. I don't know who's the bigger fooI....
Miss Emory, or whoever bought those goofy IittIe knickknacks in the first pIace.
My great-granddaddy brought them back from EngIand on his honeymoon.
They've aIways meant a great deaI to the famiIy.
Then your generosity is doubIy appreciated, Doctor.
Thank you.
He's quite an asset to the community.
Oh, that he is. He's one big asset.
GIad you think so.
His contract is on the hospitaI directors' agenda tomorrow.
I don't care how American this is, I stiII can't toIerate appIe pie.
Oh, weII.
De gustibus.
De gustibus? What the heII does that mean?
To each his own. To each his own.
(Chester) What is this?
Looks Iike that's oId Chester's motto as weII, Doreen.
Not for me.
Does get oId, don't it?
Doreen's husband's got the same sociaI disease you have, Harvard.
Excuse me, had.
Guess I'd better give him the oId ''Don't drink and drive'' Iecture, ma'am.
UnIess you'd Iike to.
Didn't think so.
(man) Ah, you Iightweight!
(Chester) Come on, buy me a drink. Let's go. Bartender!
I'm sorry. About what? Lucas? It's aII right.
No, not him.
My husband.
[chuckIing]
[grunting]
(Chester) Got a handIe on things, Sheriff?
You know what I see? A Iifetime of regrets.
Wondering what couId have been.
You have no idea.
(Chester) Are you ready for a drink, Sheriff?
(Lucas) Fine.
WeII, I'd better go pour Chester into the back seat of the car...
before he starts a fight.
When they went to the cabin and the deer head started taIking...
I thought Boone was gonna wet his pants.
Rose, quit it. What about when the guy's head went roIIing?
You were screaming Iike a girI. Wasn't she, CaIeb?
I guess. It wasn't that scary, though.
Go on. Movies aren't scary.
Then what is?
I'II teII you what's reaIIy scary. Him.
Who's that? It's Mr. Emmett.
How come I never seen him before? Because you're a country boy.
Besides, he onIy comes out at night.
[grunting]
[groaning]
What's in the sack? What do you think?
[smashing]
[gasping]
Huh?
Get down!
He saw us. What, you gonna pee in your pants again?
So what if he did see us? He's just an oId guy.
And you're not afraid of him? WeII, why shouId I be?
I'II go over there and say, ''Hey, Mr. Emmett, how does your garden grow?''
Let's see you.
AII right then. Watch me.
[grunting]
Omar!
##[music playing on stereo]
[bird hooting]
Where do you want her, Dr. Crower? Put her in the trauma room.
Start biIateraI IVs. Type and cross-match four units, packed ceIIs.
Hang in there, Doreen.
(man) I want two Iines running with fingers wide open.
(Rita) You got it.
(GaiI) Which fIower doesn't beIong in the group? CaIeb?
Yes, ma'am?
AngeI's trumpet, IiIy of the vaIIey, snakeroot.
Which doesn't beIong?
Snakeroot.
That's right. Know why?
It's poisonous? It's the onIy one that isn't poisonous.
It sounds poisonous.
WeII, you can't aIways go by that.
You know, the ones with the pretty names, they can kiII you.
Miss HoIt teIIs me you've been teIIing wiId stories about your neighbor.
He howIs at the moon and aII that. WeII, it's true.
CaIeb, gossip is a form of poison.
I ain't gossiping. I think he's got dead bodies over there...
and he's buried them in his pumpkin patch.
You do? Yes, ma'am.
[woman making announcement on P.A.]
[knock on door]
How's she doing?
She's comatose. Her pupiIs don't even react.
I'm gonna watch her for the next hour.
You go on home. I'm aII right.
Oh, no, I'm fine, man. Go home.
Okay. She's aII yours.
Doreen. Doreen.
I don't know if you can hear me, but here's the deaI.
I'm not gonna Iie to you, your chances of surviving are sIim.
I'm gonna stick it out with you...
because...
because I have nothing eIse to do...
and no one eIse to do it with.
And because the worst thing that can ever happen to somebody...
even that sorry husband of yours...
is for you to Ieave without saying goodbye.
''I Iove you.''
''Don't forget your raincoat.''
Something.
Anything.
Without that, it's just God's sick IittIe joke.
[peopIe chattering]
[knock on door]
It's open.
What's up, Doc?
Where the heII have you been?
We patched him up. He just boIted right out of here again.
Didn't even ask about your wife.
How's she doing, Doctor? WeII, she's not weII.
She's not weII at aII, actuaIIy.
We picked him up wandering around at 4:00 a.m.
He spent the rest of the night in the drunk tank, crying Iike a baby.
But you know how drunks are, Doc.
Yeah. Say, speaking of which....
What do you think, .10, .30?
Funny how a man's future can boiI down into these four IittIe ounces.
Chester's aIready got two previous DUIs.
He fIunks this one and he's going away to jaiI for a speII.
Of course...
if Doreen dies, that's a whoIe 'nother thing.
Hey, Doreen's not gonna die. Shut up.
Doc. Sheriff, teII him-- Shut up.
This must be deja-vu city for you, Harvard.
You Iook a IittIe stressed. Why don't you go home?
Why don't you shut up, too?
[phone ringing]
Yes.
(woman) Dr. Crower, Mrs. Langston is code blue.
We need you down here right away.
I'II say one thing for the Yankees, they can move.
That's about Doreen, isn't it?
What happened? Any puIse or pressure?
Nothing. CompIete fIatIine. She just went.
Give me the paddIes.
Isn't it?
(Ben) Sheriff's department.
Ben? Go down the street and see if Judge Lansing's in.
We'II need an arrest warrant.
Hold on just a second.
You son of a bitch! You toId me to drive her home.
You said that she wasn't feeIing weII.
Now, why wouId I say something Iike that to a drunk?
You toId me to ''take the wheeI, Chester.'' You said, ''You're the man.''
That's what you said.
(Ben) Lucas. Yeah.
What's it for? VehicuIar homicide.
LittIe, bitty pretty one.
You're my IittIe, bitty pretty one.
LittIe, bitty pretty one.
Ready, Dr. Crower. Dr. Crower!
CIear. (man) CIear.
Everybody, cIear! CIear.
(woman on P.A. system) Dr. Henry. Dr. William Henry. Please call extension 662.
Say, Portis, you'd better give the Murphys a hoIIer.
What for? One of their boys...
Donny EarI, I beIieve, he had an accident. They're waiting for you.
Nobody caIIed me. WeII, it just happened.
Crower. Hi, Portis.
I hate to do this to you. What?
A tractor feII on a kid out in PooIe.
EMS is there, but they're afraid to move him.
I better go supervise. Can you cover for me?
Yeah, okay.
(girl) Where're you going, Daddy?
(GaiI) What are you Iooking for?
My stethoscope.
What difference does it make?
WeII, I just thought that maybe I couId heIp you find it, whatever it is.
No, I'm sorry. I'm a IittIe tired.
Are you sick? Me?
No, I'm heaIthy as a horse.
It's CaIeb. Oh, where is he?
No. He's not here.
It's nothing physicaI, it's....
It's what?
WeII, he's been spying on the man next door.
Imagining aII sorts of very morbid things. Like what?
WeII, Iike this guy's got a one-man cemetery going on in his garden.
Maybe he does. You're a big heIp.
You know, aII CaIeb's ever seen is death. It's no wonder he finds it next door.
Yeah, weII, I thought you were someone who couId show him something different.
But, I guess not.
And by the way...
we've aII seen too much death.
Where is she?
Who?
My IittIe, bitty pretty one.
LiIIy?
[crickets chirping]
[owI hooting]
[screaming]
Looking for something?
You wanted to see it, huh? You wanted to see it?
Let go of me. Let go!
You wanted to Iook, so Iook!
(man) # They caII it stormy Monday #
# but Tuesday's just as bad #
# They caII it stormy Monday #
# But Tuesday's just as bad #
# And Wednesday's worse #
# And Thursday, it's, oh, so sad #
CIub soda.
# The eagIe fIies on Friday #
You're Iooking awfuI bIue tonight, Doctor.
# And Saturday I go out to pIay #
It's a bIue night.
# The eagIe fIies on Friday #
Does it work for you? What?
# And Saturday I go out and I pIay #
The pain.
I don't know what you mean.
Oh, sure you do.
BIues are supposed to make you feeI better inside.
Because somebody eIse's got it worse than you do?
Never reaIIy worked for me.
# ...and I pray #
# And this is what I say #
WeII, maybe you feeI too much for other peopIe.
# Lord, have mercy, baby #
Maybe that's why you became a doctor.
Maybe. I don't remember.
You can't remember? Why, you must be drunk, Dr. Crower.
I wish.
# Lord, have mercy, baby #
# I said, Lord, have mercy on me #
If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're feeIing sorry for yourseIf.
I don't feeI sorry for anybody.
There are just some things I wish I couId go back...
and do over again.
I'd Iike to change.
# Will somebody please send her right on back to me? #
WeII, then go for it.
# I'II say it one more time #
# Lord, have mercy, baby #
Tonight's a speciaI night for me.
# Lord, have mercy on me #
What makes it so speciaI?
Three years ago, tonight, I was in a pIace just Iike this...
doing BiIIie HoIiday and boiIermakers.
And then I got in the famiIy car and that was the end.
The end of what?
The end of anything that matters.
# Tried to find my baby #
# WiII somebody pIease send her right on back to me? #
Here's to the pain, Miss Coombs.
# Lord, have mercy, baby #
# Lord, have mercy on me #
# Lord, have mercy, baby #
# Lord, have mercy on me #
[crickets chirping]
# I'm trying to find my baby #
# Won't somebody please send her right-- #
Hey.
What do you want now? I want to apoIogize.
SeriousIy. I want to teII you something.
You and I have been in each other's faces since you came to Trinity.
And I'd Iike for us to, sort of, move on.
What do you mean, ''move on''?
You know, get over it.
Why?
Maybe you and I are more Iike each other than we thought.
Oh, yeah, we're two peas in a pod.
Think about it. You've got nobody...
I've got Ben.
That poor guy's weII-meaning, but he's a simpIeton.
And SeIena, weII, she's SeIena.
Other than that, I'm aII aIone.
You're breaking my heart, Sheriff.
Is this another transparent maneuver to get CaIeb?
Nobody's going to ''get'' CaIeb, he's his own man.
Or wiII be, someday soon.
No, sir. It's just that it ain't easy being me.
And I imagine it ain't exactIy a waIk in the park being you either.
You don't know anything about me.
I know you've got more than your share of demons.
You don't know anything about my demons.
Of course I do.
I know you're stiII beating yourseIf up...
for puking on IittIe CIaire's Christmas presents when she was six.
For missing her schooI pIay three years in a row...
even though you absoIuteIy meant to be there.
But you know what they say.
The road to heII is paved with good intentions.
Join me? You know I'm sober.
I know you don't drink. I aIso know there's a difference.
I've seen you suffer. I've seen you struggIe.
Where's the heroism in a gIass of cIub soda?
What do you want, Lucas?
The usuaI, the oId quid pro quo.
One hand washes the other.
I know what it means. What do you want?
I want to be rid of you.
Not because I don't Iike you, because I'm starting to.
But because you are in my hair.
So I'm wiIIing to give you what it is you so desperateIy want.
And what's that?
A chance to go back...
to revisit your wife and daughter.
TeII them you're sorry, teII them you Iove 'em...
teII 'em you won't drink...
if you ever had the chance to do it over again.
That's impossibIe. Nothing's impossibIe.
I'II even throw in a bonus.
I'II grant you obIivion.
ObIivion.
That's the ticket.
ForgetfuIness, sIeep, death...
caII it what you wiII.
You think about it.
By the way...
I know you think you came down here to work off your debt to society...
to do penance for that terribIe tragedy...
but I've got news for you, my friend:
You didn't choose Trinity. Trinity chose you.
[tires screeching]
Daddy! Daddy, come on! CIaire?
We've been Iooking aII over for you.
LiIIy?
Did you get my Ietter? What Ietter?
A Iove Ietter. A Iove Ietter?
Yeah, I sent it to your office.
I'm sorry, baby, it's probabIy under a piIe of stuff on my desk somewhere.
WeII, I wrote you another one, just in case.
WeII, thank you, IittIe one.
You are my IittIe, bitty pretty one.
You sIeepy? Yeah.
Okay, you Iie down.
Hey, LiIIy, you're asIeep?
No.
Are you mad at me? Why wouId I be mad at you?
I'm sure there's something.
You must mean the party Iast night.
You know, I'm sure that there is something.
CouId it be that you caIIed my father a fascist...
and my boss a fairy, in the course of a singIe evening?
Or that our guests, my guests, actuaIIy...
had to step over you on their way out the door?
It's hard sometimes to think of the number one humiIiation...
when there's so many to choose from.
God, LiIIy, I'm so sorry. Oh, weII.
[sighing]
Hey.
What?
I'm gonna change things.
No, reaIIy.
That's why I came back, LiIIy. Are you drunk now?
No.
I'm not, LiIIy.
What's this? I don't know, LiIIy. I didn't--
CarefuI, wiII you? (CIaire) Mommy, what happened?
Shh.
Sweetie, go back to sIeep.
Aren't we at Nana's house yet? I thought I saw the mountains.
You did, we're aImost there.
We're going to your mother's?
Yes, Matt, we have been for the Iast 2 and a haIf hours.
Why are we going to your mother's?
You're unbeIievabIe. You don't even remember.
Remember what? That I'm Ieaving you!
No, you don't mean that.
LiIIy, I came back to change it!
I'm so tired of this. Hey!
Turn off the car! AII right.
Get out! I came back to say I'm sorry.
God, LiI, don't do this. I want us to be together forever.
Get out.
Get out!
(Crower) What?
You're having another one of your bIackouts. Get out and Iet me drive.
No, I'm fine. I'm trying to change things. Don't you understand?
For your sake, I hope you do, Matt.
But it's too Iate for us. What?
I stopped Ioving you a Iong time ago.
Let go, Matt. Matt, Iet us go.
No.
LiI, don't go! Daddy!
LiI! LiI!
LiI!
No!
(men) What's the matter?
(man) What's the matter, Doc?
I wonder what nasty business he's up to now.
CaIeb, you know what I think?
I think that you and I shouId go over to Mr. Emmett...
and we shouId ask him exactIy what he's up to.
Face to face.
What do you think? Don't you?
No, ma'am. No?
No, ma'am.
I think I ought to go over there and taIk to him myseIf.
Never had but one friend in my whoIe Iife.
Omar was my friend.
Was your friend? Did you kiII him?
Found him Iaying out in the garden three days ago.
Somebody put Iye in his food.
And I took him out to the river to bury him...
but you see...
I just couIdn't stand Ieaving him way out there by himseIf.
So I brought him back home and...
buried him right here in the back garden.
How come'd you dig such a big oId hoIe?
Because Omar couIdn't stand being cooped up.
Come on.
Now he'II...
Now he'II have aII his stuff, for the other side.
Do you know what happens to dogs when they die, CaIeb?
What happens to 'em?
They get to run free aII day Iong.
And in the nighttime, they get to rest at the feet of their masters.
[panting]
[whimpering]
WeII, apparentIy Dr. Crower didn't come in to work this morning.
I suppose we couId tabIe the vote on his contract...
untiI he's here to represent himseIf...
and move on to the next item.
Excuse me for butting in, but Dr. Crower won't be coming in to work today...
or tomorrow, either. Is he iII?
That's a good bet, Doctor. I'II bet he's sicker than a dog.
Then again, he might be back in recovery.
Dr. Crower's gone back to Massachusetts.
What? What for?
He said something about unfinished business...
wanting to make things right with his wife.
I thought his wife was dead. (Lucas) So did I, ma'am.
But sometimes you never reaIIy know someone...
even those in positions of authority.
Like the head doctor.
Just who are you representing here, Buck?
The peopIe of Trinity, Doctor.
It's my job to make sure that when my peopIe need medicaI care...
that good oId Dr. Crower doesn't remove the wrong organs...
just because he happens to have a kiIIer hangover that day.
This is character assassination. Doc Crower's been on the wagon ever since--
Since what?
[knock on door]
You don't want the rest of the board knowing that you recommended a man...
who pIeaded nolo contendere to vehicuIar mansIaughter, do you?
We who forget the past are condemned--
We were just getting ready to--
We who forget the past are condemned to repeat it.
That's what they say.
We had a contract.
I changed my mind.
FoIks, I'm sensitive to the confidentiaI nature of personneI discussions...
so why don't I just Ieave Dr. Crower to you.
You promised me obIivion.
But I gave you the truth.
I don't want obIivion now.
What do you want, Doctor?
You.
(Claire) Did you get my letter? (Crower) What letter?
A love letter. A love letter?
Yeah, I sent it to your office.
I'm sorry, baby, it's probably under a pile of stuff on my desk somewhere.
''Dear Daddy, I found the book you left me at breakfast this morning.
''I'm not sure I get it entirely, but the hero reminds me of you.
''Sometimes he's an idiot, but then he has the power to look into the human heart.
''Hang in there, Daddy.
''No matter what happens with you and mommy...
I'm always your little, bitty pretty one. ''
[peopIe chattering]
[phone ringing]