MAN ON RADIO: You're listening to the Wake Up Call at WXLD,
New Jersey's number one talk radio station.
Memorial services are being held tonight
at Saint Anthony's Church in Jersey City for Reggie Warren,
the 22-year-old National Guardsman...
(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)
(GUNS FIRING)
Honey, honey, I got you new underpants.
Oprah says that most women wear them too small.
When I heard that, I thought of you right away.
You got me big girl underwear.
Mike called last night.
Can you get out of my room?
Are you going to call him back? No.
Oh, Ronnie, grow up. He's a man. You were gone.
Do you know how much your father and I spent on that wedding?
(DOOR SLAMS)
(CAR TIRES SCREECHING)
(CRASHING)
(CAR ALARM SOUNDING)
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
Help me, please, somebody!
Could somebody call 911? I'm bleeding!
I need a doctor now!
I'm a doctor. My head, it hurts.
Is it going to scar?
Okay. It seems all right. Now, sit back.
Oh, my God.
David? What's the matter with him?
David? What's happening? What are you doing to him?
I think that he may have a tension pneumothorax.
You want to jump in here?
Gee, you know, I'm just really a dermatologist.
I mostly do skin peels.
What's the matter with him? Wake up, baby!
Hey, dermatologist, I need you to get me a needle or a knife
and something to sterilize with. Now!
Okay.
What's happening? What are you doing to him? Who are you?
Hey, lady, listen, your boyfriend...
Fiancé. Okay, fiancé.
His chest is filling up with air.
If I don't relieve the pressure in the next 30 seconds,
he will go into cardiac arrest and die.
Now, help me pull his shirt up.
It's okay, baby.
Dermatologist, how we coming with that knife?
I'm here, I'm here, I'm here.
GIRLFRIEND: You're doing good. You're doing good.
(STAMMERS) What next?
Now, I make a hole in his fifth intercostal space.
We're going to need a chest tube. Hand me that straw.
What? Make a hole?
(EXCLAIMS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
He's breathing. Where did you learn to do that?
Iraq.
What have we got? Patient had a tension pneumothorax.
I did a needle decompression at the scene.
Get him up to trauma bay. He needs an x-ray.
What the hell is going on here? Who ordered all this?
Me.
On what authority?
You're a nurse, okay? A nurse?
I'll handle it.
You're not a doctor?
After all that, you're just some stupid nurse?
If he dies, if he has so much as a scar,
I swear to God I will sue you, the hospital, and the city.
So, I guess I should have just let the guy die. Is that what you want?
PARKS: Yeah.
That's what we want here at Mercy Hospital.
To let the guy die.
I believe that's what it says on the brochures.
The case should have been immediately turned over to Dr. Harris.
Harris. Patient's got a bendy straw
sticking out of his chest that's keeping him alive,
and all that he's worried about is his stupid ego.
You make these things personal, Veronica.
No, I don't.
What about the time you called him a testicle head?
Scrotum head.
I called him a scrotum head.
And I didn't know that he was standing right there.
I was in a war, too, you know.
Have you ever thought about talking to somebody about it?
I don't need to talk to anybody about it.
You know why? Because I'm on delicious Paxil.
Working like a charm, I see.
(SIREN WAILING)
Spare some change?
Oh.
Energy bar?
(ENERGY BAR CLATTERS)
Hey, Sonia. You get that mix CD I made for you?
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Is that the lawyer? Mmm-hmm.
But you're not going to answer.
Mmm. It's called discipline.
You leaving the lawyer hanging?
It's called discipline.
I brought donuts.
A little appreciation for the best nurses in the state.
Would you look at this sweet boy?
Split?
Oh, what in the holy hell...
Of all the smocks in all the world, and she had to walk in wearing that.
Hello, nurses. This is Chloe Payne.
She's starting today. I know you'll take good care of her.
(SNIFFING)
I have to lead rounds.
(NERVOUSLY) Hi.
Um, I just want to say I'm really, really excited to be here.
I just got my Master's from the University of Pennsylvania,
and I am so psyched...
Hold that thought, Felicity.
Veronica, it's Mrs. Borghouse. You might want to tag team.
I'll go with you.
Can I come?
Who's Mrs. Borghouse?
A 60-year-old woman with end stage liver cancer.
She's been circling the drain for months,
but her family won't let her give up.
(EXCLAIMS)
CHLOE: Poor thing.
SONIA: Hmm.
(EXCLAIMS)
(SCREAMS)
I can't eat this food. I'm in pain,
and I'm pretty sure I have a bedsore.
Oh, no. Your smock.
It's okay. I brought extras.
You nurses. What are you good for, anyway?
Well, we do try and keep the doctors from killing you.
I have to go to the bathroom.
Oh.
Has she been febrile today?
No. No fever.
Hey. (BOTH EXCLAIMING)
I just found these in some old guy's room. I bought these for you.
You can't come to my work anymore.
It's a hospital. Maybe I got the flu. Hey, Son.
Hey, Mike.
Would you like some flowers?
Leave me out of this. Do I really have to lie here in the same room
with this 12-year-old covered in my urine?
Let's get you cleaned up.
You can't be here.
(SCOFFS) You believe her?
If I were you, I'd look for greener pastures.
I know, huh?
I've been barking up this tree since high school.
What are you doing later?
I think later, they're putting in a catheter.
But seriously, have you got a job?
Yes, ma'am. I'm a contractor. I do all right, too.
This is a picture of my daughter.
She fills out a sweater better than this ungrateful jackass,
and she wants kids.
Oh. Okay. All right. Mike? We're separated.
I don't know how to be more clear.
You need to leave me alone.
Okay, okay. I'm sorry.
I'll call you?
Fine.
No! No! Not fine!
What... What did I just say?
Normally, we like for new nurses to have more experience,
but you graduated top of your class.
Also, we're desperate.
Oh, I won't disappoint.
Good.
Here's a little job for you.
Mr. Weintraub.
He's dead. Turn off all the machines.
But he's still alive. Look. Look, his heart is beating.
No, he's gone. Turn off all the machines.
Call the morgue to get him. Then, we'll finish your start paperwork.
SMALLS: Come on, man! Come on!
I ain't done with you yet! I am not done with you yet!
Next time, aim for the torso, dum-dum.
Shut up! Leave the kid alone!
Hey, cops? Wait out there.
How did you know I'm a cop? That was a lucky guess.
How about we separate the guys who just shot each other?
Actually, I was the one who shot him.
SMALLS: Where's my drip? My leg's on fire!
Shut up, crybaby!
Man, you keep running your mouth.
Hey. Don't call my mom, okay?
How old are you?
Fifteen.
Fifteen? What are you doing getting yourself shot?
We're going to call your mom. She'll want to be here when you get out of surgery.
It's going to be okay.
I'll be back at you. I swear!
NICK: Shut up!
Hey. Hey. Hey, my guy's coding.
SONIA: Where's Dr. Whittaker?
I'm right here. (COUNTING)
Charge to 360.
(EXCLAIMS IN PAIN) Son of a bitch!
You forgot to say "clear."
SONIA: I got a pulse. Come on.
VERONICA: That Whittaker guy...
Oh, I know. Why do the nice ones always have to suck?
Should we tell Harris? No.
Harris isn't going to listen to us.
Mmm. Just let the other nurses know to watch him.
You want to get a drink? Yeah.
Oh, no, no, no, no. We don't have to.
We have to. We can just go. We can just start walking.
Hey. We're going to go get a drink. Do you want to come?
Oh. I'd love to, but, um,
first, I just have to kill Mr. Weintraub.
Oh, for God's sake.
(MACHINE BEEPING) (GASPS)
Time of death, 18:07.
Want to get that drink now?
Oh.
Twelve o'clock.
Oh.
Why don't we just go talk to him?
Because he's a unicorn, okay?
He's a magical creature.
Girl, he's for looking at. Not for talking to.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Oh, my God. Is that the lawyer again?
You like him. Answer the phone already.
Is he nice? Well, his seven-figure income is nice.
That's not why she likes him.
Oh, yes, it is. I am done with broke-ass men.
Done. No more guys behind on their car payments.
No more going dutch.
And no more losers who think you owe them sex after dinner at Bennigan's.
You probably ordered an appetizer.
I owe a guy sex if I order an appetizer?
I didn't make the rules.
I don't know how you guys do it.
I mean, that was so sad today with Mr. Weintraub.
Oh, that's not sad.
Yes, it was. He died alone.
You want to see sad,
you go down to the pediatric burn unit.
You treat a six-year-old Iraqi kid who got his arms blown off
because he thought a bomb was a toy.
Or how about the soldier who lost both of his arms and a leg
and has to wear a colostomy bag?
We fixed him up, all right.
Nobody knows how a guy with no arms is supposed to manage a colostomy bag,
but we did it.
That's sad.
A 75-year-old man with cancer?
That's a trip to Club Med.
I got to go.
Light up a room and leave.
She was in Iraq?
Wow.
(CROWD CHEERING ON TV)
(SNORING)
(WHISPERING) Ah! Bobby, you scared me.
Leanne kicked me out again.
Shh. You're going to wake up Dad.
Yeah, right. Hey, Dad.
The house is on fire! (SNORING CONTINUES)
Mom fell down the stairs!
Veronica's got a new boyfriend, and he's black!
(GRUNTS)
Mom's passed out upstairs, drank, like, half a gallon of wine.
Couple of sad alcoholics.
Hey, you want a drink?
God, yes.
Well, that won't do. Mmm-mmm.
She keeps another one in the washer.
She's like a squirrel. It's empty.
Dad's workbench.
Oh, it's on.
How you doing?
I'm, uh...
I'm not so good, Bobby.
I'm a little all over the place.
And maybe I have a drinking problem.
So, get back with Mike.
Oh, my God! He's a cheater!
People in glass houses.
You told me about that guy in Iraq, remember, at Mom's birthday...
Shut up. I only told you that because we were wasted
and I didn't think you were going to remember.
Well, I do remember.
Well, shut up about it, okay?
He cheated first.
Besides, I was at war. I was fighting for my country.
I could have died.
Haven't you ever seen M.A.S.H.?
Why do you hate America?
You're a hypocrite.
You fought in the war. It doesn't give you permission to be a dick.
Shut up.
It's true. You know what?
I take it back. You don't deserve Mike.
I'm serious, Bobby. Stop it.
I'm serious.
He slept around while you were gone, but he never fell in love.
Can you say the same thing?
So, what are you going to do first?
Make sure his vitals are stable. Yeah.
I scheduled another surgery to remove the bullet from his hip.
Um, what's this rash on his chest?
Was that there before?
I don't know.
He got shot through the hip.
You know, maybe we should be worried about a fat embolism.
We could give him heparin.
Heparin? Heparin's a blood thinner.
That's not indicated for FES.
We used it on the front lines.
There are studies that show heparin can help.
Tell you what, I'll look into it.
Let's give him a couple more hours, then bring him down to the floor.
Angel, can you help?
Mr. Eggerton got out of bed.
You okay?
Yeah. Sure.
(MARCUS GROANING)
MARCUS: Where am I?
(GASPING) (EXCLAIMS)
Help! Help!
Help! Help! Help!
What happened? He can't breathe.
What's his SAT? 79, when I got here.
HARRIS: Blood pressure? ANGEL: Uh, 90 over 60.
I don't understand. You told me he was stable.
Your son had an embolism, Mrs. Washington.
We've done everything that we can do,
but he's been deprived of oxygen for too long.
We've run some tests, and he's just not responding.
I'm so sorry to tell you that he's brain dead.
No. I'm so sorry.
(SOBBING) No.
He's not gone, please.
I'm so sorry.
MRS. WASHINGTON: Tell me he's not gone.
HARRIS: I'm sorry, Mrs. Washington.
Look who it is.
Hello?
Hey, you better watch out for this guy.
Let me know when you come in here.
He's unconscious and handcuffed to the bed. I think I'll be all right.
Why are you so mean?
Many women are into the cop fantasy.
I'm seeing somebody.
Of course you are.
What's he do?
He's a lawyer. About to become partner.
Bedrock of society.
At least he doesn't carry a gun.
Oh, you think you're so different from this guy.
You're all just little boys running around with guns.
And none of you make enough money.
Oh, well, now we're getting somewhere.
You need a dude with money, I'm not your guy,
'cause I got credit card bills out the ass.
I bet you do.
My car's probably getting repo-ed right now. I'm sure it is.
I was just going to ask you if I could borrow 5 bucks.
Look at that smile.
(CELL PHONE BEEPING)
Oh! I got to go. Excuse me.
Hey. The lawyer just invited me
to the Costume Institute Ball with him.
(EXCLAIMS) That is a hot ticket.
Stop it. I told you.
(BOTH CHATTERING)
I've been watching you. I really, really...
Hey, Dr. Whittaker.
Marcus Washington had an embolism. Did you know that?
Yeah, I heard.
Did you try the heparin?
That was a Hail Mary, and we both know it.
Unbelievable.
What was that for?
Now is when you throw the Hail Mary, you unbelievable moron,
when you are trying to save a kid's life!
That woman is going to sue this hospital.
I would if I were her.
Good. That boy's dead because of Whittaker.
You have no idea that's true.
Veronica, we're talking about you right now.
You took a horrible situation, and you made it worse.
Now, who did you help with your little outburst? Hmm?
You happy? You feel righteous?
No. You point fingers at everybody else,
but you're the one who can't control herself.
I will fire you.
Don't think I won't.
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
Hey. There she is. Veronica.
Come on in. We're having gin rickeys.
You should have one.
Come on. Have a gin rickey.
I don't want a gin rickey.
When did you turn into such a pill? Mom!
That is so weird, saying no to a gin rickey.
Stop saying "gin rickey."
Gin rickey. Gin rickey. Gin rickey.
Come on. Ronnie.
Veronica.
You want to take a ride?
No. JIM: Gin rickey.
Come on. Hurry up.
Mike, I can't see.
(CHUCKLES) That's the point, babe.
I want to take this thing off.
Why? I made a nice surprise for you.
Because it's stupid, that's why.
Can you just play along? Where are we going?
Do you have to have a problem with everything? To a strip club?
Oh, do not make it like I have a problem with everything.
The last time you did this, we ended up with an above-ground pool.
Mike.
What did you do?
Our house.
I bought the little lot next door.
You remember that nice old lady, Mae?
Dead.
I figured I'd fix it up to sell, and then I thought,
"Add a couple more rooms, maybe we might need them."
Are you deaf?
There is no us.
Okay. I give up.
Forget it.
What was that?
Your engagement ring. Nice reflexes.
Are you crazy?
We're still paying that thing off.
Mike?
You know, it's not that I'm not touched.
I know the Army paid for your education,
and you didn't have any choice,
but I took it personally when you left,
like you couldn't wait to get away from me.
You never told me that.
I was stupid and insecure, but I love you.
Okay, I want to be with you. And you know what else?
I think you love me.
Nobody knows you like I know you. I'm the guy, okay?
Mike,
I am all messed up right now.
No more than anyone else.
Maybe this is what marriage is.
Two people torturing each other until they die?
Yeah. And kids and friends and going out to dinner and great sex.
What's so bad about this?
Let me ask you one more time.
Would you come back to me, Ronnie?
Yeah. Yes.
Okay.
SONIA: This one. ANGEL: No, the blue one for sure.
Really? Yeah.
Oh, I like the red one.
Is that Hello Kitty on your smock?
Yeah. What?
I think the blue.
Mmm-hmm.
What is that?
Mike and I have decided to get back together.
It's good. It's good.
My parents are throwing us a party at Delaney's.
You should all come.
Oh, Veronica. Good. This is Dr. Sands.
Hello.
He's just joined our staff. We're very lucky to have him.
He was on his way to see Mrs. Borghouse.
HARRIS: Maybe you could tag along?
Sure. Okay.
Hello. I'm Dr. Sands.
I hear we're performing some surgery.
Mom. Don't you want to meet the doctor?
Haven't I met them all?
Well, now is the time for questions, if you have any.
No? Okay, well...
Sometimes patients find it helpful to know the goal of a surgery like this.
Since the cancer has spread to her other organs,
what are we hoping to gain?
Hope. Haven't you heard of hope?
Oh, it's a good question.
We are trying to buy her some more time.
How much time?
And what about recovery?
Will there be more chemo?
Yes. You may be looking at more chemo.
Fine.
We'll try everything.
Okay. We'll schedule the surgery for early next week.
You don't think that she should have the surgery?
Hey, I'm just the nurse.
She wants to try all available treatment.
That's her kids talking.
Well, I have to take her at face value.
She wants to fight, I fight. That's what I do. I treat the disease.
Yeah, well, I treat the patient.
Maybe she just needs permission to give up.
Hi.
How's it going?
(CHUCKLES) It's going really good, I think.
What are... What are you doing here?
Looking for you. I just got out.
I know I should have called first,
but I thought it would be more romantic if I just swooped in,
told you I loved you, and we lived happily ever after.
If you had called, I would have told you to stay away.
Besides, I was worried if I called, you'd tell me to stay away.
Why? It's just, I'm married.
You told me you were getting a divorce.
We were. But then, I thought maybe we should try again.
Are you crazy?
We barely even knew each other.
(SCOFFS) That's not true.
It is true. And this, this is rude.
You just barging in here like this, telling a person that you love them.
On a Tuesday.
When that person has just recommitted to their horrible marriage.
Your horrible marriage? Whoo. That sounds good.
It is. It's great. It's amazing. Thank you for asking.
What? No, I'm just remembering
how much you rely on sarcasm.
Ooh. That hurts.
Wait, wait. Whoa. Wait.
And you're selling snake oil to Mrs. Borghouse, and we both know it.
Wait.
SONIA: So, you slept with this guy while you were in Iraq?
But I mean, like, where?
What?
You were in the desert.
Well... So, did you just do it outside in the sand?
Okay, I feel like you're focusing on the wrong thing.
Well, I'm just trying to visualize.
Why do you need to visualize?
It was a hospital, okay?
We stayed in a hospital.
What are you going to do? I don't know.
Me and Mike have been together for so long, he's like
a part of me, you know?
And it's not nothing, what we have.
And hot doctor guy?
Oh, you're in love with him.
No! I mean...
I mean, we had this really intense connection,
but I don't really know him.
I mean, he's different.
He's funny, and he's quiet.
And he made me feel safe.
Oh, my God.
My parents are having that party for me and Mike tonight.
I am the worst person in the world.
Honey, guilt's not going to help you.
And anyway, if you need to blame somebody, you blame the terrorists.
(MAN GROANING)
(GROANING) Nurse...
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
You all right?
(GRUNTS)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Look at me. Hey, hey, hey. Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.
(PATIENT SCREAMING)
You okay? You all right?
(PANTING)
(SCREAMS)
Hey.
Hey. You okay?
What? Yeah.
I'm just... I'm totally good.
It was just a dish.
I know.
Sometimes loud noises can trigger...
I'm fine. I'm okay. I'm totally... I'm fine.
I like... I like your shoes.
What? Oh.
Thanks. They're new.
Cool. So, I'm just going to...
I'm just going to take a beat here. You can go.
Been to the cafeteria yet?
No.
Frozen yogurt's do-it-yourself.
No limit.
Okay.
Hey, where you going?
I've got a party to go to.
Can I have my purse, please?
Your... Yeah. You know that eye's going to swell up.
Oh, are you a doctor? You a doctor cop?
No, I just... Hold on a second. You just got assaulted.
God sees me happy for one second...
God doesn't have anything to do with it. That was just Smalls.
No, no, no. It's this neighborhood.
Man, I'm never getting out of here.
You know, my brother's in a gang.
I bet you arrested him before.
That explains why you hate cops.
I am not letting that thug get in the way of my plans, all right?
Okay. But, look. You're shaking.
Take a breath. Pull yourself together.
I'm together. Don't I look pretty?
Yeah.
Hey, it's me.
Listen, I'm still at the hospital.
Yeah, there was a really big car accident,
and I just think that by the time I get done,
Manhattan's going to be too far to go.
JIM: Are you serious? (ALL LAUGHING)
Hey, look at you, all dressed up.
Stop it, gorilla.
Thank you for inviting us to your not-getting-a-divorce party.
Here you are, princess.
Hey, there's Mike. Hey, Mike!
(ALL CHEERING)
JIM: Come on. Come on.
TIM: Get a drink. JIM: Come on, big boy.
Oh, my God. Who is that?
Oh. No, no, no. Off-limits, guys.
She's from Lancaster. She's practically Amish.
Rumspringa.
Just don't tell her I'm married, okay?
But he's too skinny.
Obama could kick Putin's ass.
Are you high?
Putin was KGB.
He could kill you with his bare hands.
Uh-oh.
This can't be good.
We have to go see what happened.
Can I come, too?
Who do you think I meant by "we"?
TIM: Hey, Mike. Can I bum one of those?
CHLOE: That's the worst thing I've ever heard. You must be crushed.
Look, it was not my night.
I'm not going to cry over it, okay?
(SIGHS) Okay.
What?
What's the matter?
I should have never let you have any whiskey.
I couldn't even look that kid's mother in the eye.
It's only your first week.
I just...
I pictured myself saving people.
How can I help anybody when it's all so sad?
It's a job, all right? That's all it is.
You're there for people during the worst part of their lives,
you find a way to make it better, and then...
And this is the most important part, Veronica.
You let it go.
That's how you take care of yourself.
What?
I am taking care of me.
What do you think getting back together with Mike is all about?
He's a good guy, you know?
And I really think this is going to make my life more stable.
Yeah, um, well, actually, Mike's down there about to get his ass kicked.
MAN: Get off! Get off of him!
You are too old to be getting into fights, dummy.
Look, it was his fault.
Decided you didn't need a doctor?
Well, I didn't like anybody on duty.
Mike, this is Dr. Sands. Dr. Sands, this is my husband, Mike.
I want him to have a CAT scan.
It barely even hurts.
That's because you're drunk.
You hit the cement with your head. You're getting a CAT scan.
Tell her I don't need a scan.
Well, the lady says you need a scan, you need a scan.
Come on. We'll take him upstairs.
You're a lucky man.
I know. I know. (GRUNTS)
She's a ball-buster, but I love her.
Hey, you should have seen her in high school
when she was in her Gwen Stefani phase.
Yeah, okay. All right. Let's go.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What? Next week. Right. Good night.
Buddy system. Boys.
(BELL DINGING)
BARTENDER: Last call!
Hey, man. Give me a second.
Hey, you.
My buddy Ryan invited me to this party,
but it looks like I missed the whole thing.
You want to get out of here? Yes.
You want a drink or something?
Stop talking.
Hey.
I got your husband's scans here.
Want to come take a look?
Yeah.
Well, it's fine. There's no swelling.
Yeah, well, he's got a hard head.
(CHUCKLES)
Hey, how you sleeping?
Bad.
Me, too.
It's so weird being back.
Yeah.
It's like there's this
wall between me and everybody else and there's...
There's all of this stuff that I can't get out of my head.
I don't even know if I'm a good nurse anymore.
I feel like I'm going to blow up all the time.
And then, there's you.
I feel like I would have gone completely crazy if it hadn't been for you.
And I feel like I've
sort of been carrying you around with me.
But I just... I...
I feel like I have to do the responsible thing.
Yeah.
I guess it was
pretty stupid of me to come running out here for you.
It's just that
you were the one thing that made sense.
What are you going to do now?
Well, there's nothing to do.
I signed a two-year contract.
I'm staying.
You can take your husband home anytime you like.
I guess we're not having breakfast.
Oh, uh...
I've got to go to work.
But I'll call you.
Time for your meds.
Why is your hair on the ground?
My head's hot. Leave it.
What's with you and the sexy surgeon?
The one who squeezed your arm last night.
You looked like you were asleep.
Unbelievable.
My daughter's online dating, and you with two men after you.
Yeah. We were in the war together.
Take your pills.
The war. How sweeping and romantic.
I hope you don't think a man's going to fix whatever's wrong with you.
Just swallow the drugs, lady.
You think I should have this surgery?
You know,
if you were my mother...
You'd have a better haircut.
If you were my mother, I would say no.
It's too risky and it probably won't work.
I'm dying.
Yeah.
Yeah, you are.
There are a couple of things that scare me about this surgery.
You could die on the operating table.
At least that would be painless,
or you could die in recovery,
in pain and on a ventilator, and that scares me.
I think that you need to decide on the quality of time you have left.
And I'm... I'm scaring the hell out of you right now,
which is why it's becoming very clear to me
I am in the wrong line of work.
No.
You're the only person who's been honest with me.
People treat you like an imbecile when you're sick.
If you want to stop treatment,
all you have to do is say so.
Your kids will understand.
I think I'd like to be alone, if that's all right.
Veronica, you're a wonderful nurse.
Don't doubt it for a second.
KLOWDEN: (SIGHS) She's been here all night.
I've been trying to keep the transplant vultures at bay.
Does she have any family or anything?
I don't know. I haven't seen anyone else.
Just her.
(CRYING)
She canceled her surgery.
I'm taking it you already knew that.
Are we going to be okay?
Well, I was thinking maybe you could be my friend?
Okay. Yeah. I'm really... I'm leaving now.
I'll see you around.
Yeah. Yeah.
For the next two years, I know.
I know. I know.
Today is the first day that I didn't want to kill myself.
That is so weird, because today is the first day
that I didn't want to kill you.
Today is the last day I walk through Newark with my panties in my purse.
Boy, if I had a nickel.
(MEN CLAMORING)
(MEN GRUNTING)
Maybe we should go see?
No, no, no. We're a half a block away from the emergency room.
I'm not leaving this seat.
Oh. It's the bartender. His arm is bleeding. I'm going to go see.
The unicorn? Oh, hell, no. She doesn't get to go.
Hi.
Oh, you poor thing.
Oh, I don't really think it's that big of a deal.
Your arm.
Chloe, why don't you go find him a clean bar rag?
Why don't you go find him a clean bar rag?
You know, maybe you should take your shirt off. Just to be safe.
Um... Don't worry. We're nurses.