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Blair hospital, emergency.
Good night.
Oh, hello, Milton.
Good night.
How are you, you old wolf?
Wait. Hold it, Milton.
What? Where's Dr. Kildare?
Listen, girlie. It's 11:00 of a Saturday night,
and to find Dr. Kildare after office hours
would take a ouija board, the northwest mounted police,
and somebody who knows where he is.
Good-bye.
Hello, Milton.
How are you, glamour puss?
Wait. Hold it, Milton.
Hang on, my little meatball. A customer's coming in.
Step on it, boys. It's in bad shape.
Ok, doctor. We're stepping on it.
Where does it go?
Surgery. Bullet through the left lung.
Surgery, emergency case coming up.
Gunshot wound. Business as usual.
Never a Saturday night without a shooting.
Yes, sir. He pretty nearly kicked in
before we got there.
Say, wait a minute.
He's dead.
That will take a pink slip.
Icebox, Sally.
Never mind, surgery.
He's kicked the bucket.
Hello, Milton. Well, I'll be off at midnight.
See you then, smoothie.
Romance.
Why, Sally, I'm surprised.
Thought you didn't trust that Milton.
I wouldn't go out with a guy I could trust.
Where's the fun?
Emergency.
Oh, hello, Dr. Kildare.
Say, everybody's been trying to locate you
for hours.
Who? Dr. Donald Winthrop.
Well, I think he went out
on the last emergency call.
Oh, no. Dr. Winthrop goes out next.
One minute, Dr. Kildare.
Dr. Winthrop, please.
Hello? Hello, Dr. Kildare?
Are we set for tonight,
or didn't Gillespie let you have the night off?
Sure, Don. All I had to do
was insist I'd rather work,
and Gillespie practically threw me out.
Yeah. Uh-uh.
Yeah, but now he must have found out what we're going to do
because he's paging me all over the place.
Uh-oh! My turn on the butcher wagon.
I'll see you when I get back. So long.
Here we go again, boys.
Here you are, doctor.
1640 gaylor Avenue. Trouble in a saloon.
See if you can't comp a free bottle of gin.
1640 gaylor Avenue.
Right.
Why, miss Kirke.
You and Dr. Winthrop?
I never dreamed.
Rule 44-b. Interns are not allowed
to go out with the nurses.
Why don't I know about this?
I listen in on every personal call
that comes over this switchboard.
Bad news. Bad news is in the garage.
Came back two days early.
She's bawling out the night shift.
She'll be here any minute.
Sound the alarm.
Where's my vacuum cleaner?
Jeepers creepers! This will wreck the joint,
and I thought we were safe till Monday.
The big boss will drop dead when he hears this.
Dr. Carew speaking.
What do you say, Sally?
Are you positive?
No, no. I'll do that myself.
Give me Dr. Gillespie right away.
No, sir. Dr. Gillespie left here 5 minutes ago.
All he said was, "Parker, I'm a little Pearl
going out to look for an oyster."
Oh, my goodness! I'll have to get busy.
Conover, it's bad news.
Bad news? That means superintendent Molly Byrd.
She's coming home from her vacation tonight
instead of Monday morning.
Oh! Dr. Gillespie said to get flowers
for Molly Byrd's return.
I'll bet the whole place is in an uproar.
Good evening. Good evening.
Evening, doc.
Now, Clifford, is everything ok in the kitchen?
You bet. They even started to make fresh coffee
in case miss Byrd asks for it.
Well, she might want to count the spoons.
I hope she does. We're two spoons over.
Well, everything's under control.
Miss Byrd will come in through here,
and that will start her off right.
Even if you weren't hungry, you could eat off this floor now.
Wait. That will be her car.
That's not superintendent Byrd.
Right.
What is it this time, doctor,
liver, kidney, appendix,
or realigning his brakes?
No. This fella flooded his carburetor.
May I borrow your pen, nurse?
Certainly, doctor.
Flooded his carburetor?
Oh, I get it. With alcohol.
Yeah. Whiskey, beer, gin, and a little vodka.
Officially what, doctor, please?
Delirium tremens.
Bartender, bung starter, bang, and here we are.
Did I tell you you were very pretty tonight, Annabelle?
Uh, delirium tremens, uh, right, doctor?
That's very sweet of you, Donald.
Delirium tremens.
That will be fun.
He'll wake up seeing pink elephants.
Well, he might see a couple of snakes.
Restraining room,
a customer coming up.
Hey! Ohh!
Uhh.
Where are my pink elephants?
What did you do with my pink elephants?
Right this way, mister. Your elephants just went down the hall.
What do you know about elephants?
You're only a street cleaner.
Hey. Wait a minute. How many pink elephants did you have?
10,000 of them,
and all exactly 6 inches high.
Those are the ones. I counted them
and measured them myself.
Right this way.
Thanks, my friend.
Hey! Hey, you! What have you got there?
Soup, steak.
Soup, steak for elephants?
Listen.
Hey! Hey, you look out, lady.
My animals are coming through here.
I better put you where you'll be safe.
Ohh! Ohh!
Ohh.
Listen. Th-th-there's a... a D.T. Loose.
Send down a couple of orderlies, big ones.
Why, it's grandmother.
She's got my elephants.
What?
Get this floor cleaned up
before miss Byrd comes in here
and blows the roof off.
Who dropped that tray?
It wasn't my fault, miss Byrd, honest.
It was the man with the 10,000 elephants.
10,000 elephants?
That's right, miss Byrd.
So this time everybody's drunk.
No, miss Byrd. We just had a D.T. Case.
Then you didn't handle it right. Where is it?
Help, help! Bring a ladder. I'm getting dizzy!
I suppose you'll blame that on the D.T. Case, too.
Parker!
Ooh.
Welcome home, miss Byrd.
Dr. Gillespie sends flowers.
Ohh!
Get me out of here!
Someone, get me out of here!
And I've only been away 3 weeks.
Get me out of here, someone!
Help! Get me out! Get me out of here, so...
Why, i... ohh.
Why, uh, Molly, I'm glad to see you back.
I, uh, I was coming to meet you.
Yes, I can see you got dressed for it.
Well, Molly, did you have a nice a vacation?
I bicycled 205 miles and gained 7 pounds.
Well, how's everything, Walter?
How's Leonard Gillespie
and Jimmy Kildare?
The boy's in a tough spot.
However, his natural love of medicine
is helping him to blot out the tragedy of losing Mary.
He's coming along.
Dr. Kildare, call Dr. Gillespie in the turkish bath.
Get out of my way.
I'm gonna find my elephants.
Aha! Another New York dude street cleaner.
Well, listen, dude, let me tell you something.
The cleanest street in this town ain't half as good
as the dirtiest alley in Philadelphia.
Now, get out of my way
before I knock your block off.
Hey. What are we two philadelphians doing
in this New York den of thieves?
Right you are.
They stole my elephants.
I'm gonna wreck the place.
Philadelphia must have changed a lot lately.
In my day, the people weren't unsociable killjoys like you.
Unsociable? Killjoys?
In the city of brotherly love?
All right. Then prove I'm wrong.
Come on. Relax, and we'll have a drink to William penn.
Hey, you, whatever your name is,
get my bottle of whiskey,
the one marked "dream of morpheus."
Oh. Yes, sir.
All right, brother,
but no funny business,
or you're the first one I'll take it out on.
No, no, no. No funny business.
Hey, you two, don't you know it's chilly in here?
Get the gentleman a sweater.
Tell me.
Is it true that nowadays in Philadelphia
there's no man that ever heard
of the declaration of independence?
Never heard of it?
Ha! I can recite it on one foot
with both my eyes closed.
When in the course of human events it becomes necessary
for one people to dissolve the political bands
which have connected them with another
and to assume among the powers of the earth
the separate and equal station
to which...
Who said it was chilly in here?
I'm wise to you, dude.
You're trying to keep me away from my elephants.
Well, here we are.
Now, since you're the guest,
suppose you drink a toast to the old hometown first.
First? Why waste time? I'm in a hurry.
Here's to Philadelphia,
to the city hall,
and to the statue of Billy penn on the top,
to you and your mother and your father
and all your children and your wife.
You are married, aren't you?
Uh... no. I'm not married.
I am.
To the finest woman that ever lived.
May I never see her again.
Pardon me while I break the neck
of that street cleaner.
He told me my elephants lied to him.
Oh. Too bad your mother and father weren't from Philadelphia.
They weren't what?
Well, no man from Philadelphia
ever left his parents out of a toast
unless they were from Camden, New Jersey.
Oh. It's my mistake.
Here's a toast to my mother and father...
Claude and imogene cutler,
married 52 years come December.
And if there's no funny business, dude,
you'll drink to them yourself,
my fine Philadelphia friend.
Well, uh...
Ah! So that's it.
You put something in that whiskey.
So now I'm gonna knock in the top of your head, you...
Why, I'm glad that's over.
Hey. How much dream of morpheus
did you put in that, Don, 5 grain?
10. I saw him perform in the saloon.
Hey. I didn't know you were from Philadelphia, Jimmy.
Never been there in my life.
Uh-huh. You better lay him away
and put the restraining sheet on him.
Dr. Kildare, call Dr. Gillespie in the turkish bath.
Eh, Mr. Cutler, I bet when you're sober
you wouldn't hurt a fly.
Dr. Kildare, Dr. Kildare,
please call Dr. Gillespie in the turkish bath.
Well, there goes our little party.
By no means.
I'm going to ride the ambulance with you,
and Dr. Gillespie can get someone else
to wipe off his forehead.
Come now, Dr. Gillespie. Please drink this.
Maybe you should add some more heat
so your pores will be really good and open.
Leave that alone.
My pores are so wide open now,
I can feel a draft in my liver.
Get me a cigarette.
No cigarettes, Mitchell.
My. I wish I had a baseball.
I could win myself a good cigar.
Do you want something,
or are you just walking in your sleep?
What's the state of the union,
and how's the little bicycle rider?
The bicycle rider is fine,
and, rumors to the contrary,
the union's still full of good, old-fashioned, self-respecting Americans.
How are you, Leonard?
You know, Molly, I never enjoyed anything in my life
as I did your vacation.
Hello?
Uh, Dr. Gillespie? Just a minute.
It's for you.
Well, I can't go over there.
Bring it over here.
Put it against my ear.
Hello? Oh, hello, Jimmy.
Huh? All right, all right.
What do you know about that?
I give him the night off, and he goes out.
How is he?
Don't ask personal questions
and take this towel off my head.
How is Jimmy Kildare?
And how long is it since you had your hair cut?
Get away from here, Delilah.
All I can find out is, Kildare's changed,
and usually, that phrase means for the worse.
Well, most men would change a little bit
if their sweethearts died the day before their wedding.
I suppose he wouldn't look at another girl yet.
Aw, he don't want any part of them.
I've seen plenty of gals give him the eye.
You know the way the women go for young doctors.
When I was a young doctor,
the gals used to go for me in a big way.
Sure, but during the civil war,
most of the attractive men were at the front,
so the girls didn't have much choice.
Well, only a few more blocks.
Whew. We only missed that cab by that much.
Oh. No worry at all. It's not that bad.
We missed it that much.
Hey, Pete. If you have to smash us up,
do it on the way home.
There's a baby up here needs help.
Doggone, I've been making bets with myself.
You know, not a week goes by
but some baby gets suffocated in its own bedclothes.
Why are people so careless?
You know, I just made a bet with myself.
That piece of paper you slipped
to nurse Kirke just now
wasn't an order for bandages.
Did you, uh, notice that officially or unofficially?
I don't want to get her trouble.
Get her in trouble?
Oh. They never fire the nurse in those cases.
Nurses are too valuable.
I get it. Interns are a dime a dozen.
Well, is it worthwhile
taking a chance on your job?
Yes.
Oh. Engaged?
I make 20 bucks a month.
I haven't even asked her.
Well, why don't you?
Don, when a man shies away from something
his every instinct tells him is right, like this,
he's only admitting a complete lack of faith in himself
and his whole future.
Hey. Not me. I'm gonna be a pretty fair doctor.
Oh. I know I'll never be rich,
but I'll get along.
Well, then, what are you waiting for?
You know what happened to me, don't you?
Once I thought that just having enough to eat
and the chance to work at medicine
was all I needed out of life.
Now I know you need more.
I knew that the minute I met Kirke.
Then don't lose Kirke.
Sold. Thank you, doctor.
Hey. Here we are.
And no emergency truck yet.
Hey, Pete, when the fire department gets here,
have them rush up the inhalator.
It's a suffocation case.
Let the doctors in.
Give me the baby, please.
Oh, no. It's no use. She's dead.
It's too late. Our baby's dead!
What took you so long?
Saturday night traffic.
Give it to me, quick.
It's no use. She stopped breathing.
Maybe we can start her breathing again.
18 in a minute.
I killed my baby.
We called Emerson hospital.
Why did you fellas have to come from Blair?
Because you're on our side of gaylor Avenue.
You mean to tell me, the two hospitals have an agreement
as to who gets whom?
Yes. Otherwise, one hospital might be overcrowded
and the other one empty.
Cora! Cora!
Winthrop, a hypo of adrenaline quickly... small dose.
What are you doing that for?
Well, the nerves that control
the breathing are in the brain.
I'm trying to get the blood there to restore them.
Adrenaline, doctor.
In the vein, please.
You... you think there's still a chance?
I have to get some air
into those lungs.
My baby!
Your baby will be all right.
I killed my baby!
She's alive! Let me go!
Let me have her! Oh, she's alive!
Hello, doc. What can we do?
It's all done, boys. She's ok.
Sorry to have bothered you.
Don't worry, doc.
We had a beautiful ride.
Is she gonna live, doc?
Are you sure she's gonna live?
I'm gonna stay here a few minutes
until I am sure.
Winthrop, you better get back to the hospital.
I'll grab the subway and probably beat you back.
Now, look. Tomorrow morning,
you send your wife down to our baby clinic,
and they'll show her how to fix bedclothes
so this can't happen again.
Send her? I'll bring her.
I want to take a look myself.
After all, that's my kid, too, you know.
Oh, uh, anything else before I leave, doctor?
Oh, yes. Tell Pete to take it easy going home.
You are a doctor with a future, you know.
Yeah.
Well, this is the second time this week
I'm going back to the hospital empty.
Business ain't so good,
but that's all right by me.
Ever stop to think what would happen to us
if nobody got hurt anymore?
Yeah. We'd both be out of a job.
Hey. Don't even think about things like that.
Me with a wife and kids to support.
Hey, Pete, up ahead there, what is that?
Hey. Pull over to the side.
Come on, Pete. Looks like we're not going home
empty after all.
Hey. This is the wrong side of gaylor Avenue.
This is Emerson hospital's grief.
Come on. Look. You're the doctor,
but we ain't supposed to go driving around town
picking up customers like one of these here ice cream wagons, you know.
Is she dead?
Dead? Look at that piece of glass.
Electric sign fell. Got both of them.
Get a stretcher quick.
And you fellas get that girl out of there right away.
Look, doc, let's call Emerson hospital.
Get a stretcher.
Any pain anywhere?
No. Just a little groggy, that's all.
Well, you'll be all right.
It's probably just the shock.
You better go in and lie down, though.
You might pass out again.
I'll take him inside and feed him a slug of Brandy.
Good. I'll take care of the girl.
Go on, now. Go ahead.
Come on there, young fella.
Hey. Turn her head around, somebody.
I want to see that pan.
Easy. Easy. Easy there.
See that piece of glass in her chest?
It might be in her heart.
Now, be careful of that dame.
That's Cynthia Charles.
Cynthia Charles? Yes, sir.
You mean, you don't know Cookie Charles, the debutante,
the cameraman's Christmas present?
Yeah, yeah, I know her.
Calling Blair hospital.
Lookie, lookie, lookie,
here comes Cookie.
Hey, Leo.
I just made up a poem. Yeah?
I just took a lookie.
They're gonna cut up Cookie.
"They're gonna cut up Cookie."
No good?
Come on. We got to take this trunk down
to the storeroom for Dr. Gillespie.
Yeah. What good does it do you to live right?
A high-class fill like Cookie Charles,
never drinks nothing but champagne since she's 14,
so she gets hit on the head
with a 5-cent beer sign.
That's fate, ain't it?
I don't see how you two sleep so well standing up.
Hello? Is this you, maisy?
Superintendent Byrd.
Did you tell Dr. Carew he can find me
in Dr. Gillespie's office?
And don't tell me you're not chewing gum
because I can hear you.
Oh. There you are, miss Byrd.
Oh, um, in here, please.
All doctors, nurses, and interns,
all doctors, nurses, and interns not on active duty
report to amphitheater b.
Say, I guess they're gonna carve up
Cookie Charles in public, huh?
It's that fantastic little nightclub debutante...
Miss, uh, miss Charles.
Well, what's the matter? Did she die?
No, no, no.
Dr. Gillespie has taken personal charge.
Kildare will operate.
Well, then, stop worrying.
But Emerson hospital just called me up
to find out where our ambulance
picked up this Charles girl.
Uh-oh.
The intern who brought her in
was, uh, Dr. Donald Winthrop,
and both he and the receiving nurse...
Miss Annabelle Kirke...
Failed to enter on their reports
where miss Charles was picked up.
Something funny goes on here.
Let's get Winthrop and Kirke together
and see which hangs which.
Thanks, Molly. Let's get it over with.
Odd, these cafe society people.
When I talked with miss Charles' stepfather in Florida,
he said, "go ahead with the operation,
but she'd never forgive us if we left a scar."
Ha! Ha!
As chief internist of this institution,
it is my responsibility
to help you become fine doctors,
and this operation, an emergency cardiorrhaphy,
may contribute
to that sum total of knowledge
without which no doctor can conscientiously say,
"I am ready to face my responsibilities
to myself, to my god, and to my sacred oath."
Scalpel.
In this case, a piece of glass penetrated the chest
and entered the heart.
This started the hemorrhage
which flooded the pericardium,
the sack which contains the heart.
No pulse.
Adrenaline.
Now, our purpose will be accomplished
if we can make the heart pulse again.
No pulse, doctor.
Electric saw.
Since the beginning of medicine,
it was believed that wounds of the heart
could never be healed,
and it wasn't until the year 1896 that Dr. Rehn...
R-e-h-n... Dr. Rehn of Frankfurt on the main
successfully sewed up a human heart wound.
No pulse.
Rib shears.
We have in effect been making a trapdoor in the patient's chest.
Fortunately in this case, Dr. Winthrop very smartly
left the piece of glass in the wound.
This plugged it up and probably prevented the patient
from bleeding to death.
We're now removing this glass
because we're able to sew up the wound
it made in the heart.
Now the heart, relieved of this terrific pressure
is free to beat again,
but, Mark you, the heart
has completely stopped beating,
but it has an innate rhythm,
imperceptible even to the stethoscope,
which should impel it to the resumption of the pulse.
No pulse.
Failing in this, the surgeon,
by taking the heart actually in his hand
and compressing it with his finger,
must try and make it beat again.
I need not point out the delicacy of this procedure.
If the pulse doesn't start now, it never will.
No pulse?
No pulse.
Getting the pulse now, doctor.
Phew.
Gentlemen, one moment like this can pay you
for years of curing measles, mumps, and poison Ivy.
Pulse strong now, doctor.
Now we come to the most difficult part of all,
that is, putting the patient together again.
I think she's coming out of it, nurse.
I'm thirsty.
Of course you are.
Some water, nurse, please, not much.
Too much water right now might make you
a little uncomfortable.
Water? Can't you put something in it to kill the taste?
Well, try it once. You may even like it.
I want you for Christmas.
Uh, nurse, uh,
keep her lips moistened, nurse.
Uh, would you turn out the light
and, uh, the shade, please?
She'll be all right now, doctor?
Oh. Quite all right.
I'm going to get some sleep.
Call me in my room if you have to.
Oh. Doctor, I was told to give you this
when you finished with your patient.
Well.
Uh, congratulations in order?
You bet they are.
Good. That's fine.
All right. Come here.
Hey. I've been afraid to do that
during office hours myself,
and I'm the lucky bridegroom.
Well, you're a coward.
What is this?
He was a long time getting around to it, wasn't he?
If he hadn't asked me soon,
I was going to give him gas and barium
while he was still unconscious.
She's afraid I'm gonna get fired.
Fired? For what?
Oh. Doc Carew was a little too smart for me.
Nothing was filled out on the reports
to show where Donald found Cookie Charles.
So they got me down as a kidnapper.
What was he supposed to do,
let the poor girl die on the sidewalk,
waiting for Emerson's ambulance to come and get her?
Oh, I see. I didn't know that before.
I'm glad he did it.
You're a chump, Donald.
10 years ago, I kissed a nurse in this same room,
and what have I got now?
3 kids, a mother-in-law living with me,
and no buttons on my shirt.
And now
if you'll check your stuff,
I can go home and cook my own breakfast.
One ampule of adrenaline on call 11:47,
two ounces of alcohol at 11:51.
Right.
Dr. Kildare, do you think they'll dismiss Donald?
I don't know.
Here you are, Donald.
Oh. Thanks, Felix.
And I appreciate your advice on matrimony, old boy,
but I'm still gonna be married.
Oh. My marriage hasn't been so bad.
My family sleep all night,
I sleep all day.
I hardly ever see any of them.
Dr. Kildare, what are we going to do,
just sit back and wait for the ax to fall?
Well, maybe that agreement with Emerson hospital
isn't as formidable as we think.
Let me find out what I can from Dr. Gillespie.
I'll tackle him first thing in the morning.
Conover, how did you sharpen that razor,
opening a can of corn with it?
Sorry, boss, but I could shave you much better
laying flat on your bed.
All right. I'll lie flat on the bed.
Why should my lying flat on the bed
make you a better barber?
Because that's the way I learned my barbering, shaving corpses
for my cousin the undertaker.
Corpses. You shave me sitting up.
Yes, sir.
Have you seen Dr. Kildare this morning?
No, sir.
Dr. Kildare was up till after daylight,
but he's got sense, so he's sleeping.
Well, I was up till after daylight myself,
but I'm a very fast sleeper.
I can get 8 hours' sleep in 4 hours.
Thank you.
Say, Conover, got a cigarette?
No, sir. That miss Molly Byrd said
did she catch me give you one cigarette
she gonna snatch me pink.
Aww, splotz!
Ahh.
Good morning, Leonard.
Brought your breakfast.
Molly Byrd,
since you cleaned out this joint,
look what I found in Conover's pockets.
You can't roll your own.
Why, I used to teach a class of cowboys.
Has, uh, Kildare talked to you yet this morning?
Look here, you slave driver,
Kildare didn't go to bed till after daybreak.
Ahh! Look what...
What are you breathing all over me for?
Now I've ruined my cigarette.
Well, Kildare will be talking to you pretty quick,
and it's something you don't know anything about.
Look here, Molly Byrd, I know all you know,
including the fact that you paid 10 bucks for a new corset
that don't make you look any thinner that the old one did.
Well, what you don't know
is that Cookie Charles was picked up last night
in Emerson hospital territory.
No. I didn't know it.
It seems to have been Dr. Donald Winthrop,
but he's the young intern
that Kildare adopted.
Did Emerson make any formal complaint?
Yes.
When that board of directors meets,
I can see heads rolling.
Molly, we've got to keep this from Kildare
until it's too late
for him to try and take the rap for it.
Ha ha ha!
Go on! Laugh and show your ignorance!
I was just thinking of your class of cowboys.
10 lessons in cigarette rolling
from you, and they end up chewing tobacco.
Do I smell something burning?
It's Dr. Gillespie.
Good-bye, teacher. Ha ha ha!
Well, what are you doing up so early?
Well, I'll tell you,
but first, you tell me...
You know this agreement we have
with Emerson hospital,
I never ran into it before.
What happens if someone's caught with a violation?
Oh. Nothing much.
They just slap you on the wrist and say,
"naughty, naughty. Papa spank,
and don't do it again."
Well, that seems to make sense. Thanks.
Look. This is the eighth day
you've delivered an orchid to miss Charles,
and she now says either tell her who's sending them,
or she won't take any more.
Lady, do you want to get me canned.
Oh. All right.
You'll tell miss Charles
that I'm responsible for the orchids.
It will be all right.
I'm Arnold Spencer.
Mr. Arnold Spencer of Gilbert, Spencer, and associates
public relations counsel.
Dr. Kildare? Yes.
How do you do?
You are, in a manner of speaking,
miss, uh, miss Charles' press agent?
Uh, yes. We endeavor to present miss Charles
to her palpitating public in a rather glittering light.
Doctor, when may I see my client?
Well, she's seen no one so far.
She hasn't even talked to anybody.
She's only going to sit up in bed
this morning for the first time.
I suppose this business
is very important to miss Charles.
Oh, yes. Publicity is just as important to her
as it is to a certain nationally known brand of canned soup.
We handle the soup, too.
Oh. And your job is to get her name and picture
in the papers every time she does some crazy stunt?
Oh, yes. Often, I invent the stunts.
Well, we'll see how she feels
when we get her sitting up.
Perhaps you can drop in and say hello.
Right.
Hello.
May I talk now,
I mean, say something besides,
"yes, doctor, I feel better today,"
or, "no, doctor,
I don't want anymore water"?
I think you can be yourself for a few minutes.
I want you for Christmas.
You, uh, you said that before, you know.
I did? When?
When you came out of the anesthetic.
That shows I'm bright even when I'm dizzy.
What did you do to me
while I was unconscious?
Cardiorrhaphy.
Take a piece of glass out of your heart.
I hope in the process
you didn't cut out my oomph.
I'll give you a chance to find out.
Mr. Spencer.
Ooh, chick here? Hooray, doctor.
Now you'll get your name in the paper.
Hi! Hello, chick, darling.
How much am I paying for these orchids?
Nothing. The florist is a client of ours.
He only plays 95 cents for those wholesale.
Sit down.
How are you, Cookie?
Terrible, thanks to this clean living.
Say, how is sergeant brown?
Sergeant brown?
You mean, police sergeant brown?
No, no. The soldier I was out with
the night of the accident.
You remember. He won me in a raffle.
Raffle?
Well, not exactly a raffle.
He was voted the unluckiest man in the whole camp,
and the prize was me for an evening.
Doctor, when may I have the newspapermen in?
And the photographers, too, doctor.
Oh, say, Wednesday morning for half an hour.
Mm-hmm. That's fine.
In the meantime, I have permission to interview
the intern who came to Cookie's rescue.
Oh. Dr. Winthrop? Yes.
Miss Charles owes him a great deal.
Hello. Dr. Winthrop, please.
Is it too much to hope that he's also photogenic?
Yes? What? Oh. Well, I'll call later.
Oh. Say, what about the other fella, the ambulance driver?
Oh. Get me Peter Taylor, please,
if he's not on duty.
There seems to be some doubt where Dr. Winthrop is.
Hello. Is that you, Pete?
Oh. Dr. Kildare, I've been trying to get you.
Listen. Dr. Carew himself just calls me
and wants to know will I stand up to Dr. Winthrop
and swear on my oath that I warned him
this dizzy debutante belonged to Emerson.
Oh. I stalled, but Carew said he'd give me 10 minutes
to make up my mind.
Listen, doc, I got a family to support.
10 minutes, huh?
Well, you'll hear from me before that.
Ok.
Everybody seems to be busy today,
and I'm afraid that includes me.
Wednesday will be fine, thanks.
Remember, this visit was only to say hello.
Good-bye, darling.
Well, good-bye, Cookie.
Good-bye, chick.
Take care of yourself.
You know, nurse,
something tells me I'm not going to leave
Dr. Kildare's hospital as soon as they'll let me.
It's no use, miss Charles.
I wonder what he does on Saturday nights.
Still no use.
Dr. Kildare's girl was killed
the night before their wedding.
Since then, women to him are only high fevers and low blood pressures,
or he takes pieces of glass out of their hearts.
You mean, up till now.
He's never had me work on him.
Is Dr. Winthrop in with Dr. Carew?
Uh, well, I could find out.
Oh, that's all right. Don't bother.
Uh, I beg your pardon, Dr. Carew,
but has this anything to do
with the Cynthia Charles matter?
Jimmy... i mean, uh, Dr. Kildare...
It's very unfortunate, Kildare,
but our board of directors requires me to take action.
Oh, I see.
And I suppose you've told them
that miss Charles is alive and doing very nicely,
which is, after all, the only important thing.
Very true,
but I'm afraid there's another point involved.
You see...
Hey, Kildare.
The only way I can keep up with you
is to get myself an electric scooter.
Excuse me, Walter, but I have a hunch
that you're going to need me.
Dr. Gillespie, I need you.
Winthrop here's in trouble
with our board of directors
because he brought that girl to this hospital.
I suppose you never stopped to think
what Winthrop should have done.
Apparently, I should have closed my eyes,
shut my ears, and driven right on past.
Stop to think.
He should have put the girl in his ambulance
and driven to Emerson.
That way, he would have protected the patient
and satisfied everybody.
As a matter of fact,
in this particular instance,
Emerson was two blocks nearer than we are,
but you never thought of that, did you?
No. No, I never did think of that.
Neither did I.
Saving life is a wonderful thing, Jimmy.
It's a blessing and duty of both of us, Emerson and Blair,
but it should be organized for the greatest good of the greatest number.
And guaranteed by an efficient procedure.
Unfortunately, Dr. Winthrop was
visionary, impractical, and inefficient.
But surely, no real harm has been done, though.
Dr. Winthrop,
were you aware that you found this girl
in Emerson's field?
Yes. Pete the driver made it very clear.
I am sorry to say the blame is all mine.
And to cover up this, uh, this indiscretion,
did you deliberately neglect
to so indicate on your report?
Yes, and I refused to tell the receiving nurse
where I found her.
I am sorry to say that this letter
from Mr. Baxter, the chairman of our board,
leaves me no alternative.
I must, uh,
I must dismiss you from this institution.
Yes, sir.
Why, this is the most outrageous thing I ever heard.
Hey, Winthrop.
Kildare!
Easy there, son.
Now, suppose we hadn't been able to pull miss Charles through.
Every sourpuss in town would be howling that she's dead
because we snatched her away from Emerson.
That would give all the hospitals a black eye.
That is why Mr. Baxter and the board
are making an example of Winthrop.
One of the most unpleasant things I've ever had to do.
Well, it... it's all very logical
and all very convincing,
but I still don't have to believe
it's the only answer, do I?
Well, I suppose I could make
a very pretty little joke now
about Kildare's going out to set fire to Baxter's beard.
Only, I'm afraid he is.
Oh, doctor, we didn't expect you again
till this afternoon.
Miss Charles is phoning,
and she insisted, and I was afraid if I refused...
Oh. Well, no damage done.
Well.
Um, that's all. Good-bye now.
Oh. Now, before you bawl me out,
why don't you ask me what I was phoning for?
All right. What?
Nightgowns. Nurse said I simply had to have some.
Ordinarily, I sleep in the raw.
Well... well, uh... it's, uh...
It's wiser to have some covering for the body,
uh, medically speaking, however thin.
Jimmy, my sweet,
you're not Dr. Kildare now.
All right. Yes.
Yes, what?
Yes, whatever you want me to do.
Well, I, uh, I want you to help me do something
for Dr. Winthrop.
I'll do anything but marry him.
What I want you to do may be a little trouble.
Would you and I get in it together?
Not you, Cookie.
No. You see, this hospital is run
by a board of directors,
mostly prominent, important, or wealthy men.
Now, you seem to know practically everybody in town,
and I want to get to one of those men.
Will you help me?
I always do one favor free.
I'll never ask you another.
Oh. Don't be too sure,
and the second one may cost you something.
Ha ha ha!
Through Cookie, I'm trying to reach
someone of Blair's directors
and have Winthrop's case reopened.
Well, good luck.
My sympathies are all with Winthrop.
You know, Jimmy, there isn't one of us in medicine
that doesn't risk his professional neck time after time
just on account of red tape.
What's happened to Winthrop?
Well, he's... he's pretty well down.
We're having a council of war tonight.
Well, let me know if I can do anything for him.
Say, uh, if we are not doctors,
what are we doing in these white clothes?
And if we are doctors,
why don't we try and cure somebody?
Good morning, Dr. Gillespie.
Good morning, children.
Good morning, doctor.
We're all ready to have you look at us.
Uh-huh.
Helen knows it's Wednesday.
She's got a secret she's been saving for you.
Well, what's the big secret, Helen?
You don't mean to tell me you're all well
and want to go home?
No, but I ate all my carrots,
and it didn't make my hair a bit curly.
Dr. Gillespie, I'm afraid you're an awful liar.
Uh, did you eat your string beans?
No, doctor, she didn't.
Helen doesn't like string beans.
Oh. Well, without the magoogies in the string beans,
the hair-curling vitamins in the carrots
don't get a chance
to put in the curls.
Oh!
Oh. You eat your string beans for a month now
before you start in criticizing the carrots.
Oh.
Well, Gladys.
You're back with us.
They just told me I had to stay another year.
A year?
Let's see now.
How old are you, Gladys?
You're 12, aren't you?
13.
13?
Oh. That's an awkward age, very awkward age.
You feel as if you're all arms and legs, don't you,
but in a year, you'll be 14,
and that's a very important age
because you... you want to put up your hair and go to parties.
Now, let's see, Gladys.
You've been with us
since you were 11 years old, haven't you?
And I'll bet you
you've never learned how to use lipstick.
Lipstick?
And that's something when you're 14
you'll really want to know how to use.
Yes.
Uh, hold that mirror for her, will you, please?
Now, here.
You might as well start practicing right now.
Fractured ulna.
Neighbor brought the child in a while ago.
Father's a newspaperman. Works nights.
No mother.
Her throat sore?
We couldn't tell. The pain was so severe,
we gave her an immediate anesthetic.
Chart, please, nurse.
Anything wrong, Jimmy?
I think so.
Tongue depressor, nurse, please.
Ah. Ah. I'm beginning to see.
Mm-hmm. Take this child to the 12th floor right away.
Diphtheria, huh?
Step on it, nurse. Usual precautions here.
Of course, you won't be sure
until you take a culture from her throat.
That takes hours. I say don't wait,
but administer diphtheria antitoxin right away.
Yes.
Uh-huh, Mr. Johnson, your little girl's getting every bit of help
that medical science can give her.
Isn't there some way you can tell
it's diphtheria right away?
Well, no disease varies more in its symptoms
than diphtheria.
You know, my father's a country doctor,
and he says, "always figure it may be diphtheria,
and then you won't ever find it out too late."
How soon will we know?
Well, not for a while yet.
Oh, come, come, come.
You'll make yourself ill, too.
Why don't you come along with me
while I finish the test?
Is it all right to leave her?
Oh, sure.
Well, here's what we did, Mr. Johnson.
We took a piece of sterile cotton
and put it on a stick like this,
and with it we took a secretion from Katie's throat,
and we put it in a test tube like this one
with a jelly-like material that contained food for the germs.
Nurse, get me that culture tube.
We've had the test tube in the Incubator long enough
for the diphtheria germs, if they're there,
to grow in recognizable numbers.
Oh, that's fine.
Now we take a little of this culture...
And from it, we prepare a slide
like this...
And...
We, uh, stain the slide.
And we'll dry it off for a minute like this
and slip it under the microscope.
Now we'll have a look for a little rod-shaped germ
so tiny you could put a million of them on the point of a pin.
And there they are, Mr. Johnson,
the diphtheria bacilli.
Then... then she's got it.
She's got it!
That's not quite correct, Mr. Johnson.
She's starting to un-get it
because we gave her the right injection
in plenty of time.
That's all, nurse. Thanks.
You know, one of the most exciting and satisfactory things
in medicine is to watch diphtheria clear up
under the magic of antitoxin.
And now, Mr. Johnson, I want you to do me a favor.
Including murder, doctor.
Well, I know you won't go home,
so tell the nurse on 12 to slip you into an empty room
and get some rest with the firm conviction
that you'll have good news about Katie by evening.
Make that first-degree murder, doctor.
Swell. Good night.
Pardon.
That's all, nurse.
Hey. You're not the nurse that was here a minute ago.
I'm off duty until 7:00,
and Donald's waiting to see you in your room.
Oh.
Listen. Let's stop beating around the bush.
I think I have a solution.
That's for me to go in private practice.
Private practice? But where, how?
That's what he's always wanted to do.
Naturally, you're going to have to starve to death
for the first couple of years.
I found a spot in a small town in Jersey.
I rented a little frame house there today,
a place for me to sleep
and room for my office.
Me, my. Where do I come in?
Well, honey, it won't be long before I get...
Of course it won't. It will be tomorrow.
Donald Winthrop, how much money have you got left
to buy instruments and things?
I thought so.
Then can you think of any better use
for that 210 bucks I have in my hope chest?
No, no, nothing doing.
You said yourself I'd have to starve
for a couple of years.
Well, not if I keep drawing down my 85 a month here.
Oh. That's ridiculous.
Dr. Kildare, help me out with this poor sap.
Oh. I've said my piece to him, Kirke.
You don't look as if you need much help.
Don, what's wrong with your wife helping out
for the first year for two?
But we've gone ov...
Excuse me,
but I just had to come in.
I can listen all right through a closed door,
but I can't talk through one.
Say, what's eating you, Winthrop?
I once knew a girl in Oklahoma city,
and if she'd made me
a proposition like that,
we'd have had 9 children by now.
Well, i... i think it's swell of Kirke,
and I don't want to be a fool about it,
but suppose I'm not able to build up a practice.
Then we'd be stuck in some miserable blind alley on her pay.
Why, you take any community in this country.
If you're an honest doctor,
a conscientious doctor with nothing
but the welfare of your patients at heart,
I guarantee that community
isn't going to let you starve.
Look here.
You keep your mouth shut, sap.
We're going to get married.
Well, that's settled.
Now, if tomorrow was your day off,
you could get married tonight
and you'd have until Friday noon
to get settled in Jersey.
But I don't have a day off till the 15th.
Well, maybe you could get Molly Byrd to fix that.
I will not.
I will, however, extract from miss Byrd a favor
in exchange for this snapshot,
which was sent me by a mutual friend in oneonta.
Say, that ought to be good enough for a day off
and an ambulance to ride to Jersey in.
Lend me this picture, Dr. Gillespie,
and I'll promote us Molly Byrd's coupe for the night.
I will personally guarantee
the use of Molly Byrd's coupe
with the tires pumped up
and the tank full of gas
and the seat full of orange blossom.
Doggone! The age of slavery has came again,
with Molly Byrd as uncle Tom
and me as Simon legree.
Kildare, come here.
Did you tell miss Charles
she could have a party after the theater tonight?
No, I did not.
I told her she couldn't even get out of bed.
Well, I told her she could get up.
Well, it's the 13th day,
and anyway,
it was either let her get up
or something else she wanted.
What else did she want?
I was afraid to ask.
Open the door.
What time?
I'm through at 12:00. Let's see.
I have to check out,
turn in my reports, change my clothes.
I'll be ready at one minute after 12:00.
I'll meet you at 12:00 in Mike Ryan's,
and in the meantime...
Sally, what a wonderful institution this hospital is.
What?
Last week, you wanted to tear down the building
brick by brick.
Ah, but that was last week.
It's different now. Why?
Because there's no rule against nurses getting married.
Well, there's no rule
against telephone operators getting married, either,
but what good does that do me?
Blair hospital, emergency.
No, Mr. Lawrence Ashley. Sally doesn't work here anymore.
No-good son of an out-of-work paperhanger.
But, Sally, only yesterday,
you could hardly wait for him to phone you.
Well, that was yesterday.
Last night, I says to him,
"Mr. Ashley,
do you think you could learn to love a girl like me?"
And he says, "yes,
if she wasn't too much like you."
Ha ha ha!
Hey, I got a guy out here.
Picked him up down the other side of gaylor Avenue.
He's passed out cold.
Well, do something, quick!
He said the other side of gaylor.
Call Emerson to send their ambulance, quick.
Emerson hospital? Are you crazy?
They told Winthrop he should've taken the girl
in his ambulance to the right hospital.
Call one of our ambulances, Sally.
We'll send this case to Emerson.
Aw, skip it. I'll take him to Emerson myself.
Wait! Wait!
Wait!
Well, I hope I did right.
I tried, didn't I, Sally?
You sure did.
Look!
It's pink elephants again.
Say, nurse,
where can I find Dr. Kildare?
I don't know.
You...
Where's Dr. Kildare?
I've got important business with him.
344.
Thanks. I'll...
Ooh!
Ohh!
Cobb! Clifford Genet! Willie Brooks!
The pink elephant man is on the loose again!
He just went upstairs to 344 to murder Dr. Kildare.
Hurry!
If you need any help, come back.
We'll be here.
Come in.
Excuse me, sir.
Well,
if it isn't independence hall.
Doctor...
No one ever made a bigger fool of himself
or was more ashamed and had greater reason
to get down on his knees to a nicer young fella than you than me.
Well, that's very nice of you, cutler.
Nobody will ever hold it against you.
Don't you think you ought to go a little easy with that bottle?
Well, sir, would you believe it
that I never had a drop of hard liquor in my life
until that Saturday night?
So I guess I'll either have to get used to it or...
You can get much worse than pink elephants, you know?
Sir, if you heard what my mother said to me,
you'd know what I'm going to do in the future.
Oh, I beg pardon, Kildare.
- Oh, that's all right. - Come in, Dr. Carew.
Yes. Come in. Come in.
You remember Dr. Carew, don't you?
He gave you the shirt right off his back.
Oh, my goodness.
Oh, I'm sorry, sir.
I mean, it was a very nice shirt,
just like the one you have on.
That's quite all right.
It's perfectly all right.
I'll see you tomorrow, Kildare.
It's nothing at all important.
I'm glad to have met you again.
Ugh!
Ooh! Get out of here. Jiggers.
What's the matter?
Back inside. Come on.
We got the wrong lunatic.
Uh, just one thing more
I've got to ask you, Dr. Kildare.
Well, fine. I have to go see a patient.
So just come right along with me.
One minute, doctor. This is confidential.
Well, supposing a fella gets out with...
In case a fella gets out with the boys,
how can he turn down the drink?
Well, I don't know, except that if it were me...
Thanks, doctor. That's what I thought you would say.
Thanks.
Well, uh...
Uh...
Um...
What's this I hear about you having a party in here?
You're the party.
Sit down. I have bad news for you.
Oh, I can guess.
You can't do anything for Winthrop, is that it?
Of the 6 men on the Blair board of directors,
the first one is immune to any kind of influence.
Two others told their own daughters
they refuse to interfere with hospital discipline.
The fourth, well, nobody I know ever heard of him.
The fifth is Mr. Baxter, the old bogeyman himself,
and the sixth just got a divorce from his wife
with me as one of her witnesses.
How do you like me with my clothes on?
Oh, I like you with your clothes off.
Darling!
I mean,
I like you with your clothes on or...
I, uh...
Well, thanks for doing what you could with the board.
We were talking about me,
but I see what you mean.
After the first couple of hundred operations,
the torso must lose its thrill.
However, the dress is terrific
only because it's me underneath.
Was it that dress got Dr. Gillespie's permission to get up?
No, it wasn't the dress. It was me.
Oh, I know how to handle men,
all kinds of men,
all except your particular kind.
Oh, by the way, no after-theater visitors yet, please.
I gave orders to the nurse.
Yes.
I know how to handle men.
For instance, there's the brilliant man over 50.
He has just one weakness.
He adores making a divine fool of himself,
but he'll scream like a zombie
when anybody else makes a fool of him.
Is that answering my question about Dr. Gillespie?
Positively. I merely had to say,
"Dr. Gillespie, either I get up today or else."
So I heard. Or else what?
Or else I'd kiss him right in front
of superintendent Molly Byrd.
That wouldn't work with you.
Uh...
Oh, you understand that you're to stay
in bed all day tomorrow, as usual.
Then there are the married men of this world.
Then I play high-school Hattie,
the hometown girl they didn't marry
and wish they had.
That wouldn't work with you, either.
Uh, at 12:00,
the nurse is coming to put you to bed.
And then there's the predatory type of man...
All wolf and a yard wide.
You may need him to take you to the beach or to a house party,
but the first time he tries to wolf you,
you tell him you have a big brother in the FBI.
You know, one of these days,
I'm gonna believe something you say,
and then where will I be?
Jimmy...
You've left only one thing for me to do.
That's to be absolutely honest.
That's something I've never done before.
Well, it isn't necessary
to be anything with me, Cookie.
I hate everything I am
and everything I do.
I only act the way I have and talked the way I did
because everybody expects it of me.
I'm a glamour girl.
If I have to keep it up much longer, I'm gonna go crazy.
You're the only person I've ever known that could understand me,
and you won't because you're a doctor.
I'm the most miserable girl in the world.
And this is your method
for handling men who are doctors.
You poisonous droop.
Droop? Ha ha!
For a minute, you almost had me fooled.
You twice-poisonous droop.
All right. So I have smallpox.
Now, you know I'm fascinating.
Even if you had smallpox,
you'd still be able to clown.
"Clown"?
Well, I didn't mean clown, exactly,
but, well, you're so protected from life,
you convert everything into a procession
of glittering unrealities.
"So protected from life"?
Dr. Kildare, I only have one problem in this world.
To have fun?
No. Merely the same problem as all other girls...
To find the guy who will protect me from life.
But I thought you were an heiress.
My father's estate brings me $90 a week
for one more year.
I don't want to wash dishes or sell magazines
for the rest of my life.
So I have to be the belle of the ball to get the right offers.
And the glitter is to attract the right man.
It's the flashy goods they put in the show windows
that bring the customers in to buy.
It's my job to talk like the dialogue in a Broadway show
and dress so as to prove the less you wear, the more it costs.
So here I am...
Clever, expensive,
but a good buy if you've got the money.
Hmm.
It doesn't sound like much fun.
Oh, it has been...
Up to now.
So go on.
Tell me this is the way to handle a doctor
that couldn't be handled the other way.
No, Cookie.
No. I think this time, you've told me the truth,
and I'm really sorry if I was rude or unkind.
I didn't understand.
Go away.
Dr. Kildare is not here,
and I've been asleep for an hour.
Ha ha ha!
Well, since Dr. Kildare has already gone,
you won't miss him.
Can I speak to you for a moment, doctor, please?
Good night, Cookie,
and this has been one of those rare occasions
when the patient actually helped the doctor
understand the case.
Thanks for inviting yourself for breakfast
at 9:00 in the morning.
Oh, but I didn't. I...
You'd better come out of here
before she has you taking her medicine for her.
Where are you hiding those 3 orderlies?
Me, hiding 3 orderlies?
What for?
Now, come clean, young man.
Dr. Carew told me that 3 orderlies in uniform
attacked him without provocation,
knocked him down, tore his clothes off,
and tried to push him down the laundry chute.
Now, it happened just outside your office, so you must be in on it.
Where are you hiding them?
Well, I give you my word.
I know nothing about it.
Where are you going tonight?
I have an appointment at midnight.
Where?
Mike Ryan's, but it has nothing to do with any orderlies.
Leonard Gillespie persuaded me
to lend you my coupe tonight.
Persuaded you?
Yes.
Persuaded me.
He... well...
The dear boy has done me so many favors,
I just couldn't refuse him.
Have you seen Annabelle Kirke
in the last 15 minutes?
Now, Molly, you mind your own business.
I am not going to break any rules
or get anyone in any trouble.
Look here.
You haven't been getting much sleep lately.
Why don't you go to bed now
and tear off 9 hours
and let people look out after their own destinies?
Molly, I want you for Christmas.
Yoo hoo.
Don't tell on us, doc, please.
We'd be safe if we could only
get to the men's locker room.
We'll be safe if they don't ask us
to give some old lady a sponge bath.
Oh. Oh, my goodness.
We'll take care of it, doctor.
Come, girls.
He's cute, isn't he?
Yoo whoo!
Good evening, Dr. Kildare.
It's an honor to have you come in,
an honor we could have happen much oftener.
Would you take a small beer on the house?
No. No, thanks. Has Dr. Winthrop been in?
That, he hasn't,
but there's someone waiting for you in that room,
and under the circumstances,
you may not want anybody to be overhearing you.
So I'll drop a nickel in the phonograph and make some noise.
Thanks, Mike.
Well, what's the idea?
I've been fired.
Fired from the hospital?
But when? What for?
Just now.
Oh, it's very easy to get fired.
All you have to do is get in trouble with a taxi driver
who brings in a case from the other side of gaylor.
But didn't you send the case over to Emerson in our ambulance?
I tried to,
but the taxi driver got excited
and took him in his cab to the hospital himself.
I tried to stop him, Jimmy. I did.
When he got there, the man was dead.
No, Kirke. Then what happened?
The next thing I knew, I was in Carew's office,
and the president of the board, Baxter himself,
threw me out on my ear.
Oh, well, pull yourself together.
Nobody would blame you if they knew the facts.
Besides, you're going to your own wedding inside of an hour.
We were counting on my $85 a month to get started on.
Now I'll be a burden to Donald.
Oh, no. You have it backwards.
When he marries you, he gets a first-class nurse for nothing.
When he comes, leave me alone with him for a couple of minutes.
He'll be upset because I'm upset,
and I want to do a little work on him.
Oh, you go right to it.
Meanwhile, maybe we can do something to get your job back
and Don's, too, if he should want it.
What are you going to do,
put lighted matches under Carew's bare feet?
No, but I got an idea while we were talking just now.
If they knew the facts...
I'm gonna try and see that a lot of people do know the facts.
See you in 10 minutes.
Doctor, I was hoping you'd come by.
The nurse was just here.
The kid is swell, and I want to thank you.
Well, that antitoxin is a great thing, isn't it?
Uh, Mr. Johnson,
do you think you could get something
printed in your paper for me?
Why, if it's of sufficient public interest.
Well, you be the judge.
It's the story of a doctor in this hospital
who was fired for breaking some rules,
although he saved a life,
and it goes on from there,
but the life he saved was Cynthia "Cookie" Charles.
Mm-mm!
Doctor, the "New York globe dispatch"
goes on the streets at 11:20 A.M.
Read it tomorrow morning.
"Globe dispatch"... specially ordered by Dr. Kildare.
Thank you.
Say, where do you keep all the pretty nurses?
On the third floor.
Get out of here before I break your neck.
- Parker! - Next patient!
Will you come in, please?
Ah, Mrs. Richards.
Mrs. Richards...
Mrs. Richards, you have a simple case of the hives.
That's all, I'm glad to say.
Doctor, it can't be hives.
Darling, you didn't tell the doctor
that we had dinner out the other night
and you didn't wipe off your knife and fork.
Oh, George, please.
You never wear gloves when you play with the pekinese.
George!
How do you know what's in that cold cream you use on your face?
Oh, George, don't be such a fanatic.
Doctor, hasn't she got symptoms?
No, I haven't got symptoms.
You've got symptoms.
George sees symptoms in everything.
If he cuts himself shaving, he goes to bed for a week.
When the minister's wife sneezed, he had our house fumigated.
Now it's me.
After he kisses me good night,
he gets up to gargle.
It isn't the hives I've got. It's the heebie-jeebies.
Doctor, I merely take sanitary precautions.
That's all.
The human body is much more immune to disease
than most people think.
Why, we doctors never catch anything,
and all day long, patients come through here
with contagious diseases.
Say, I never thought of that.
Oh...
Oh, these walls must be fairly creeping with deadly bacteria.
Haven't you gentlemen got something
that will make me immune to all these diseases?
Yes, we have.
Yes. Mm-hmm.
Mr. Richards, I'm going to give you
some of the same medicine that keeps us doctors free from germs.
Oh, my dear. Oh, my dear. Look.
Now, Mr. Richards,
you take one teaspoonful of this every night,
and you need never worry about germs again.
Thank you, doctor.
You don't know what you've done for me.
Or for me.
Come on, Betty. Let's go.
Now we've got nothing more to worry about.
Just a minute, George.
Doctor, when that bottle is empty,
I'll be right back for more.
Uh, oh, don't bother.
Just fill it right out of the faucet...
Plain city water.
Good-bye.
Thank you, miracle men.
One born every minute.
No, no. They're getting scarcer.
We haven't used one of those bottles of water
in a week.
For you, Dr. Kildare.
Oh, thanks very much.
Next patient, Parker.
Yes, doctor.
Just one moment, please.
Anything wrong, Jimmy?
No, no, no, no.
Parker, hold the next patient
till Dr. Kildare finds out who won the fourth race.
Yes, doctor.
Go on. Get out.
So you did let them take a photo of you and Cookie Charles.
No. I wasn't looking for my picture.
Operator, this is Dr. Kildare.
Will you get me Mr. Ray Johnson
at the "New York globe dispatch," please?
Shall we wait until you get your phone call,
or will we resume the practice of medicine,
or would you like to call in nosey Parker
and play puss in the corner?
Hello?
Oh.
Oh, well, leave word for him to phone me
as soon as he comes in. Thanks.
I'm sorry, sir. Shall we go back to work?
What are you up to?
Something about that Kirke business, I suppose.
No. I haven't done a thing about that, I'm sorry to say.
The next patient, Parker.
Kildare.
I've been requested to order you to appear
before our board meeting... 4:00.
Well, Jimmy, you told me that you didn't...
That's right.
As far as I know,
I haven't done a single, solitary thing.
Oh, maybe I wanted to.
Maybe I still do, but so far, I'm in the clear.
Then why does Mr. Baxter require you at an official hearing?
I haven't the slightest idea.
There's nothing I can say or do
until we know more about this.
You want to tell me about it, Jimmy?
Well, there's...
Really nothing to tell.
Oh, now, Jimmy,
an old fossil like me
can cut his own throat if he wants to,
if it amused me,
but you're young.
You got your whole life ahead of you...
Fun, laughter,
someday a pretty girl.
Mary was my pretty girl.
Oh, now, I didn't mean to touch a raw wound,
but if you'll forgive me,
I think Mary would feel the same way about it as I do.
Right after she died,
I thought nothing could ever make me go back to medicine,
and you brought me back, and I'm very grateful,
but Mary left an emptiness in my life,
and I reserve the right to fill it in my own way,
if it amuses me.
Well, the least I can do is to go
to that board of directors meeting with you.
Oh, isn't Mr. Baxter too smart to allow that?
No.
Oh, Baxter is smart, all right. Yeah.
He's almost as smart as I am,
but Baxter is an honorable, upright gentleman,
and I haven't got that handicap.
Send in Dr. Kildare and Dr. Gillespie.
Dr. Gillespie, here?
Isn't that a bit irregular?
Perhaps Dr. Gillespie can bring out something in Dr. Kildare's favor.
The way things look, he'll need it.
How are you, Gillespie?
This is Dr. Kildare? How are you, doctor?
Oh, I'm not gonna say I'm glad to see you
until I know what this skulduggery is about.
Now, Gillespie, let's keep this
as a quiet, dignified hearing.
"Quiet, dignified." Poppycock.
It's my experience
that it isn't until folks start in shouting
that the truth comes out.
Well, the truth is very simple.
I have here an article sent us by the publisher of the "globe dispatch."
Now, that's what happened to it.
Let me have it. I can read, too, you know?
Dr. Kildare, did you give that information
to a newspaper reporter named Johnson?
I did.
The publisher called me up to see if we thought
printing such a story would be against public interest.
Doctor, how many lives are saved
in this hospital every year?
Hundreds, I guess, but...
But the keystone of a hospital's usefulness
is the public's faith in it.
Your article, if printed,
would destroy that faith.
Then why have that agreement with Emerson?
Emerson hospital has been in this neighborhood
for 80 years.
We are comparative newcomers.
Suppose an ambulance is urgently needed
one block away from this building
and they instinctively call Emerson.
With no cooperation,
perhaps the older institution's resources
are overtaxed at the moment.
Thus, an innocent person might die waiting for Emerson's ambulance
only one short block from where you
and all our resources are free to help.
Nurse Kirke was trying to tender our resources and obey the rules
in just such an instance.
Nurse Kirke could've instantly called
one of our doctors for that man.
Well, no wonder you didn't want this article published.
I couldn't have written it nastier myself.
Mr. Baxter,
first a rule was broken, and a girl's life was saved.
Now, regardless of circumstances,
because of that rule,
a man is dead.
No.
Emerson's postmortem establishes that no power on earth
could've kept that man alive for more that 5 minutes.
Then why was Kirke discharged?
Nurse Kirke had been on probation
since she helped Dr. Winthrop turn in a false report.
This second incident renders her
an undesirable member of our personnel.
Mr. Baxter,
will Dr. Kildare promise in the future
not to set himself up as a public agitator
for such destructive issues?
No.
I move we adjourn till next year.
Kildare has plainly lost his temper.
We adjourn the matter indefinitely
if Kildare will promise his cooperation.
Will you give Dr. Winthrop and nurse Kirke
their jobs back?
I'm afraid that's impossible.
Oh, of course it's impossible.
You've made an example of them
so you'd have a scapegoat in case there's any trouble.
Ah, ah, that's done it. That's done it.
Dr. Kildare, I'm forced to take official cognizance of that accusation.
I must, therefore, suspend you from active duty,
unless you care to withdraw it.
Not until you prove I'm wrong.
We'll give you a few days to reconsider.
Otherwise, one week from tonight,
we will accept your resignation.
Mr. Baxter...
Ah! Go get out, Jimmy! Go on. Go on.
Get out while you're still in one piece.
Heh heh heh.
Hey, Dr. Gillespie,
don't you think it's time you went to bed?
Just a minute, Parker.
I've only one step to go to prove
that this book is entirely wrong.
It says that this vapor
can be produced without a catalyst.
Well...
We'll just let it simmer a little while...
And show up the blithering jackass
that wrote this fool book.
Ah, the stupid idiots that write books.
Parker, you know,
sometimes I think I'm the smartest man in the world.
Yes, doctor. I'll call the fire department.
Oh!
Shut that door!
There's no fire!
If anybody asks you about the noise,
just say it won't happen again.
Hey, what's that terrific noise?
If it hadn't been for me,
she might have blown up the whole building.
Doctor.
Jimmy, uh...
Tomorrow we'll get together
on that...
Oh, I'm sorry.
I forgot you were on that enforced vacation.
I just came in to say good night.
Good night, son.
I suppose you're disappointed in me.
No. I'd have thrown that Baxter out of the window,
only I didn't want to have any charges preferred against me.
I was scared to death you would.
Well, I was only thinking of you, Jimmy.
Officially, I am neutral,
but now I can be a character witness for you someplace else.
Oh, that's swell. Thanks.
Good night.
Good night, son.
Oh. Heh.
Nice of them to let me eat and sleep here free
before they hang me.
Well, good night.
Well, if that gave you any pleasure, Leonard,
I'll let you try it again.
If you came in here about that loud noise,
I'm responsible for it,
and I am very sorry.
I never object to anything you do, do I?
That double-distilled little debutante...
Why couldn't she get hit by a beer sign
in bucks county, Pennsylvania?
It's a crime, the way that scheming, little jitterbug
can get herself in the papers.
You said it.
You sleepy, Molly?
No, Leonard.
Well, I am!
Good night!
Oh...
Are you all right?
Yes, I am!
Good night!
Can I come in? This is Dr. Gillespie.
Oh, come in. Come in.
You're my pigeon.
Now, let me see. What do I want out of you?
Cookie, I want you for Christmas.
Well, you're learning. Now it's my turn.
I say, "why do you want me for Christmas?"
Say, how much farther do I have to go into this thing?
Oh, you're a droop, after all.
You should've said, "because I can always change you
"for something I do want
or give you away at a rat race."
We're still talking the english language, aren't we?
Sure. A rat race is a dance.
You know, little mice on a merry-go-round.
Just as clear as mud.
Come in. Come in.
Say, you ought to be sitting down yourself.
Sit down. Sit down, miss Charles.
Get off your feet.
You called me Cookie.
Listen.
I'll call you Cookie, the girl of my dreams,
or anything you want
if you promise not to tell Molly Byrd.
You're a darling.
You can kiss me anytime you want,
but I couldn't help Dr. Winthrop,
and I can't help Dr. Kildare.
How did you know I wanted to talk about Dr. Kildare?
Dr. Kildare has been suspended, and he's our pet, isn't he?
Gillespie, I've been a ball of fire on that telephone
trying to influence the board of directors, but it's no use.
Oh, it's too late for that.
Anyway, my idea is an altogether different scheme.
There's another way of clearing up that thing,
but the funny part of it is,
you're the only person that can tell me how to work it.
Doggone it.
I never know when you're on the level.
I did Jimmy Kildare one free favor,
and I warned him, the second would be expensive.
He'll do anything you want
if you'll only get us out of this trouble.
He'd have to marry me.
That is, if I decide I want him.
You get us out of this trouble,
Jimmy Kildare will marry you at high noon
in a suit of red flannel underwear
with his face painted green.
Ha ha ha!
It's a deal...
You old sweetheart.
Michael Ryan's cafe, with the same fine food.
Michael Ryan himself speaking.
He's here.
Wait.
All right. Uh-huh.
Ok.
Message for you, guv.
They want you in Dr. Gillespie's office immediately,
and you will converse with nobody until you get there.
Thanks, Mike.
It's about that board of directors meeting, I think,
which is tonight
and, no doubt, means bad luck for all of us.
If I could only get that board in here for dinner,
they'd be doing nobody any harm but their widows and orphans.
Why, it's you.
Of course, it's me.
Do I have to show you the mole on my hip?
Well, no. Ha ha!
Uh...
I, uh, heard you were leaving today.
I hoped you wouldn't go without saying good-bye.
Still the stubborn droop.
What do I have to do to cut you down to my size?
Why, Cookie, you've really been a darling.
If you ever get knocked over by a beer sign again,
be sure to look us up.
Suppose, just suppose...
While I was convalescing, I had a dream,
a lovely dream, and in it, I was looking at you
with my beautiful blue eyes, and I said,
"Jimmy Kildare, either you be nice to me or else."
Or else what?
In my dream, for just one gorgeous moment,
I was in a wonderful spot.
I could jolly well make you or break you.
Now, the question is,
if that weren't a dream, could I make you
stop wanting to take my temperature
and let me give you one?
Heh.
That's still not the method
for handling men who are doctors.
Are you sure it isn't?
Are you sure that a doctor wouldn't save his career,
even if he had to take it as a gift wrapped up in a girl,
a quite unique and extraordinary girl,
like me, for instance?
Uh, in my dream.
Joking aside, Cookie, i...
Joking aside,
you'll have a picture in the back of your watch.
Well, it was all a joke, you know, about my dream.
Uh, you might look at this newspaper I brought in.
Well...
Page 3.
Why, this is the story of Winthrop and Kirke,
the way I told it to the reporter Johnson.
That's the joke.
In my dream, you and I worked out a luscious bargain for us both.
You got your story in the paper,
and I got you.
Um, of course, I only told you about my dream
to see if anything could make you weaken,
and if you'd given me even one helpless wiggle of your nose,
my little rabbit,
how I would have laughed
because I'd have known at last the method
of handling men who are doctors.
And you got this story in the paper.
Sure, she did.
I know one thing.
I know enough to go to a doctor
if I want my leg cut off,
and if I want a piece put in a newspaper,
I go to somebody who knows what they want to print
and how to get it in.
Which is my department, darling.
Uh, I'm all mixed up.
I'd like to be terribly grateful to Cookie,
but won't Baxter be madder than ever?
Not the way I worked it out.
Look there and see what I had Spencer put in the last paragraph
that Mr. Baxter will read.
"Furthermore,
"a statement from Blair and Emerson hospitals
"announces the installation
"of a joint switchboard service for emergency calls.
"Through this, the ambulance resources of both
will be instantly available to all parts of the district served."
Well, if that's true,
it'll certainly prevent anything unpleasant
from happening again.
Well, it isn't true yet, but they'll have to make it true.
Go on.
"After further investigation,
"chairman Baxter of the Blair board of directors
"absolved Dr. Winthrop and nurse Kirke
"of any contributory misconduct
and restored them to duty."
Have they actually been put back to work?
Uh... uh... So far only in print,
but they will be as soon as Baxter reads that newspaper.
Your idea was right, Jimmy,
but your way would've scared people half to death,
and my way leaves everybody happy.
Oh, he's teasing you, Jimmy.
He told me he never would've thought of a newspaper story.
So the credit is all yours.
Sure, it is.
It was his battle, and he won it.
I just dolled it up a little with my usual brilliance.
Dr. Gillespie, they want you
in Dr. Carew's office right away.
They said to tell you they're waiting...
Dr. Carew, Mr. Baxter,
Dr. Winthrop, nurse Kirke, and...
Well, tell them to wait.
Yes, doctor.
Scram.
Winthrop and Kirke. Ha ha!
They didn't send for them to have their vows pronounced.
Cookie, I love you.
Let's you and I go out and find ourselves a rat race.
Oh, you're busy, Dr. Gillespie,
so I'll say good-bye now,
but before I go, couldn't I give you
just one big kiss to show my gratitude?
Ooh, if you'll keep it in the sanctity of this office.
Ahh...
Ohh...
Playing post office...
At your time of life?
Uh...
Go on.
Don't look now,
but you're bleeding...
You old goat.
Well, can I help it
if the patient can't control her gratitude?
Ha ha ha!
Now for you.
Maybe I wasn't joking.
Oh, I forgot.
I'll have to come back next week.
You'll want to see my scar.
You know,
I've got green spots in front of my eyes.
It's been so many years since I was kissed by a pretty girl,
I fear it may be all part of it.
I don't know. I don't remember.
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