Kingdom Hospital (2004) s01e08 Episode Script
Heartless
What am I doing here? I am losing my mind! Hello.
She's here.
She's she's sleeping.
Are you sure it was her? On her back? Describe it.
Yeah, that's her tattoo.
I saw your mama on camera yesterday, carrying the old doll around.
This morning, she had me drive over to the King Hotel to pick up the earthquake expert's computer.
She said he's turned it into some kind of earthquake predictor.
Nuts, if you ask me.
That's probably why she likes him.
You mean the old rummy they brought in with jitterbugs and the creeping charlies? Is that Stegman? Parking his Jag on the heliport? Has he gone loony, too? You can't park on the heliport! When was the last time we had a life flight come in here? - '98? '99? - Well, he he could at least ask.
Stegman? Pasta? - For breakfast? - Mama's not home to cook.
I found this in the freezer last night.
Ah, Mother of Christmas! - Sorry, Otto.
- No worries, Bobby.
You know, I like Mrs.
Druse.
She's a little batty, but she's an old soul with a good heart.
"Nat, trust me everything around here is batty, "which is why only the batty see things clearly.
" - Hello Mrs.
Rickman.
- Good morning, you guys.
- But that's the girl's doll.
- "Yeah.
"If only it could talk.
" She's just like you.
She can't talk, but she has stories inside of her.
A permanent marker.
I should sue the bastard.
No, you got off easy.
He obviously knows you took the heat.
- Maybe Lona told him.
- Lona's a sadist.
She'd handle the bondage and discipline herself.
Then maybe Heaven found the head.
It still has your glasses on, remember? Is it still in the locker? Officer Anderson? We missed you.
So good to see you again.
If that psycho makes one wrong move, they won't need to call a code.
I vaguely remember seeing her working somewhere in the firm.
I swear I never touched her.
Dotty and Eileen both said that the girl's mother seemed pretty certain of her facts.
I have total amnesia about what happened in court.
I have no idea what the woman said during voir dire.
If you have total amnesia about what ever happened in court, how do you know she said it during voir dire? - What's wrong with tall, dark, and fearsome? - It's a horror story.
I don't think you need to hear it.
He looks mighty crispy.
- Is he going to die? - Shh! He was a prisoner.
Then he tried to kill himself, twice.
- Anybody come to see him? - No.
They said he probably won't make it.
Burns over 40% of his body.
So he's a goner well, he's got no family, and he's suicidal.
Kitty, connect the dots.
I'm hanging on by a thread here.
My article's coming out.
New England Journal of Neurology.
They spell your name wrong, we sue.
Seriously, I can't wait to see the real thing.
Well, we have to wait.
It takes a week.
Unless you know somebody who could get advance sheets.
Testing me? Medical Library.
Mr Benjamin Bates, please.
"That's affirmative, Kingdom.
Coming in loaded.
Over.
"Clear, bird of life one.
We copy.
" That's right.
A life flight coming in from the coast, with a gunshot victim.
Dr.
Stegman's Jaguar is parked on the helicopter landing pad.
He has to move it now! Vandals, shmandals.
He can't park there.
Well, if you can't find him, then tow the dang thing off of there.
It's a life flight.
ETA : 20 minutes.
Soon counting.
"She's just like you.
"She can't talk, but she has stories inside of her.
" "Hundreds missing and dead in Gates Falls mill fire?" "Search for missing children ends.
" The Gates Falls mill, supplier of uniforms to the Union Army during the Civil War was burned to the ground yesterday November 1st, All Souls' day.
What are you, deaf? The mill, which used child labor in 16-hour shifts to meet the incessant demand for military uniforms, was built by Ebenezer Gottreich n 1850.
The fire started either in the basement or on the first floor, perhaps as a result of children smoking.
Most of the adult mill workers got out.
Sadly, most of the children did not.
Seven of them are still missing and searchers fear they were lost in the fire, though their remains are mysteriously missing.
All Souls' day, 1869 A dark day, indeed, for Lewiston, Maine.
Then page Stegman again.
And hurry.
The tow truck is here.
"Dr.
Stegman, call Security, stat.
" "Dr.
Stegman, call Security, stat.
" Another publication.
Another notch in my belt.
I must admit, it always makes me feel napoleonic.
I'm so proud of you.
- When am I going to see it? - Oh, well, not for at least a week.
The advance sheets are impossible to get.
The Mona anesthesiology report that you spilled coffee on? Yeah was I naughty? You were a naughty girl.
You didn't tell me there was a copy.
- A copy? - Mm.
I didn't know.
- In medical records? - Well, I'm I'm barred from discussing the report, but if coffee were spilled on the original, I imagine the same thing could happen to the copy? - Couldn't it? - It could if a certain someone were to work on his temper And be a little more affectioned.
- I've solved my parking problem.
- Oh? Yeah, I'm no longer parking in the wretched physicians' lot.
No.
- Where will you park? - You want to see? - Oh, no! - Oh, my It's gone! Is this the organ procurement and transplantation network? Oh, good, good, yeah.
Uh, I have a few organ donor questions.
What kind of shape does the donor have to be in before you can harvest his organ? I see, I see.
Brain death.
Now, how does one arrange that? No, sorry, sorry I mean how does it usually happen? Look, hon', this first article has all the names of the missing children.
See? Mary? Is she real, or is she just something that appears in your dreams? "What's real doesn't matter so much anymore.
"Is Mary real? Yes, I think so.
"Does she appear in dreams? Yes, I think so.
" Yes yes, she's real, or yes she's in your dream? Ghost Oh, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting you.
- I can come back if I am.
- No, Mrs.
Druse, come in please.
You were right about the doll.
We found this inside.
- And the little girl, her name is Mary Jensen.
- Mary.
Our Mary is Mary Jensen.
A fire? Oh, the poor child! I've distreamed from the path.
Once or twice.
I lived mostly a decent generous life I've helped my contingency fees now to 35%.
Well plus expenses, but Please.
Please.
You're the black angel, the angel of death, or what? "I don't judge the living or the dead.
"I grant wishes prayers, "and dreams.
"If you prayed for the wrong thing "what is it you want, buddy?" I need a new heart one that matches mine Soon or I'm dead.
And if I get it, I swear I'll never look at another women ever.
From now on, I'll only do pro bono work and death penalty work.
That's it.
Scout's honor.
"That will be done, on Earth.
" " to Lewinston's Kingdom Hospital, after suffering a fatal gunshot wound to the head.
"Doctors describe Knight's condition as terminal.
This is Celeste Daldry, Channel 9 news.
" Brain death.
Yes! Yes! Seven from 11.
Baby needs a new pair of ventricles.
Where are you, you beautiful beast? Hallelujah.
Amen.
Dr.
Hook.
Dr.
Hook.
Her name is Mary Jensen.
Look! We found these newspaper clippings hidden inside the doll.
1869! She was missing after the Gates Falls mill building burned to the ground.
These look to be in awfully good condition.
Sure they're not fake? I know someone who can help us with this.
These botched suicides amaze me.
All right, would you excuse me and do me the favor of closing up, Dr.
Traff? Going to see about that car, are you? You'll pay.
You'll pay.
Druse? Druse! Nurse, stop her! Stop that woman.
All right, all right.
Okay.
Now, take her to otology and test her hearing, and after at, take her back and confine her to her bed with a slow I.
V.
Drip.
Why otology? Why my ears? There's something dreadfully wrong with her hearing.
Watch this.
Go to your room! Malinger in your own bed, Mrs.
Munchausen! See, I keep doing that, and every time I turn around, she's back wandering the halls.
To otology, and then strict bed rest.
Go, go, go.
Point to the ear where you hear the tone.
"Why do you have to hurt me? "I didn't see the men start the fire.
"I I want my dolly.
It's my bell.
Don't you touch it.
"I don't want to die.
I didn't see anyone start the fire.
"The fire was a bad accident.
The men didn't start it.
"Please don't hurt me with those! Please, don't!" God! The old Gates Falls mill fire.
Where did you find these? King tut's tomb? In an antique doll.
They're in pretty good shape for 134 years old.
- You think they're fakes? - Oh, no, no, no, no.
These are genuine.
Yeah, before 1875 or thereabouts, newspapers were printed on rag paper.
It lasts forever.
And then the industry switched over to wood pulp.
Like everything else modern, it crumbles and fades in five years or so.
But not rag.
No, sir.
The old Gates Falls mill fire! Fire number one, my grandpappy used to call it.
So where was the Gates Falls mill? We're standing on it.
The Gates Falls mill burned to the ground, on All Souls' day, What Wait, I thought Oh, I don't know what I thought.
Having a senior moment, Captain Hook? Maybe an Elmer Traff moment.
I thought that the fire had to do with an old hospital burning down.
No, no, no.
My folks called that one fire number two.
November 1st, 1939.
All Souls' day.
70 years to the day after the first fire.
Ah, one more thing.
Were you able to help at all on the advance sheets for the Dr.
Draper article? Voilà .
It was no easy task getting it.
You told me that Dr.
Draper was the author.
Yes, Dr.
Christine Draper.
No, she's acknowledged as a research assistant in footnote number one by Dr.
Stegman.
"The author acknowledges the research and drafting assistance of Dr.
Christine Draper.
" That son of a flea-ridden mongrel bitch.
He'll pay for this.
Ah, these old things are only 5x.
Do you have anything a little stronger? You know, say, 6x or 7x? Something for my study at home? Yeah.
- I'll get you some 6's and some 7's, all right? - Oh, thanks, captain.
Why do you torture me? You're here to sleep, and that's what you're gonna do.
Are we going some place private? Your father wants a functional M.
E.
G.
of you in R.
E.
M.
for Project Sandman.
You, Abel, and Christa are all what your father calls "positive dreamers.
" You match the study profiles and protocols.
Sit down! What if I'm not tired, Lona? - Hey, Hook.
Need me? - Maybe.
Lost your head lately? Given a head to anyone lately? - I'm not sure I follow.
- Here's a little heads up.
I need a copy of a certain anesthesia report.
Patient, Mona Klingerman.
- Surgeon - No way, Hook.
I can't cross Stegman.
Half of whatever marbles he had have gotten lost since he came here.
I'll just return the head to Havens, then.
With the eyeglasses.
Wait, wait.
Let me think.
How am I supposed to get into medical records? - Mrs.
Powell is integrity - incarnate.
If you need help, ask Bobby Druse.
I think he found a way in.
Just when I'm getting somewhere, and that hairy ogre, he confines me to a bed and sticks an I.
V.
in my arm.
I warned you, Mama.
I told you that Dr.
Stegman You've got to use your key card.
Get in there.
Get in those medical records and see what you can find on Mary Jensen.
Hey, doc.
How's he doing? Think he's gonna make it? Oh, jeez! Silly me.
Privacy.
Physician-patient privilege.
I should have known better than that.
It's just that, you know, If he's not gonna make it.
If he's gonna go "tango uniform" - tits up, like we used to say in the Air Force - then maybe you guys can do some, cross-match testing, you know? See if maybe his heart matches mine? You know, this isn't a hobby shop for human body parts.
We don't pull lego organs out of your roommate and, stick them in you.
It's all done by strict protocols, set up by federal law with the organ procurement and transplantation network.
Well, how about a special fee to expedite matters? Is that ever done? Doc, A very special large fee? $50,000.
A little bird told me that a gunshot wound just arrived on a life flight.
Brain death.
I also heard the guy is a card-carrying organ donor.
Hey, when I said, "brain death," I wasn't talking about you, roomie.
No.
You look marvelous.
Absolutely marvelous.
You've got your whole life ahead of you.
Carrie come here.
You want to get those boys back for that stunt they pulled with the head? Just like Steg to leave us holding the baby.
If you want his heart, you're going to have to take it now.
We can't stabilize him.
He's still got a working brain stem, and that's about it.
- Call the transplant team.
- And find Steg.
Methylene blue.
It's harmless.
It's like food coloring.
Make yourself cry, then go wake Elmer.
You're distraught.
Tell him I had a subarachnoid hemorrhage, and boom! I died, just like that.
You couldn't bear to tell him until they were done with me, and now my body's in the morgue.
Take him to see me if he doesn't believe you.
I'll do it, but then you're on your own.
I've got to cover the I.
C.
U.
Okay.
Lona! No.
Lona! Dear Lona, why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe that unsubstantial death is amorous, and that the lean abhorred monster keeps thee here in the dark to be his paramour? For fear of that, I still will stay with thee and never from this pallet of dim night depart again.
Seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death.
Here's to my love! Elmer where are we? I didn't come here.
I was only thinking about coming here.
I thought you were dead.
Kiss me, Elmer.
It works in fairy tales.
I found you in the morgue.
But I didn't go to the morgue, Elmer.
I thought about it.
Did you actually go, or did I've got to look at those scans.
I've got to figure out what happened to us.
How did we get to the morgue? Now, get off me before somebody sees us.
First - tell me you love me.
- Don't be an ass.
God! Make a noise, and you'll be practicing law without a tongue.
Now get back to bed.
The typing and cross-matching report is done.
I have a match in I.
C.
U.
Suite 429.
I have misgivings about this heart's ability to travel.
Fine by me.
Set the candidate up for transplant tomorrow, then.
"I'll check on him.
" Don't shoot him in the heart.
"I'll check on him.
" You bet your ass I'll check on him.
This place is going to get very busy, Mr.
Fleischer.
Yeah, and Dr.
Steg needs you downstairs for pre-op.
Pre-op? You mean it's gonna happen? I have it.
Disgusting, delightful thing.
The heart's been harvested.
I get it first thing tomorrow.
"Where your treasure lies, there lies your, ahem, heart also.
"So what is it you wanted again? Tell me exactly, chum.
- "After all, I'm dealing with a lawyer here.
" - I want my old, sick heart taken out, and I want the harvested heart of that tech billionaire put in.
"Now?" Sure.
Now's fine.
Now works.
Is the transplant team still here? "Sure, now's fine "if now works.
"Out with the old "in with the new.
" Adaptation : Lama
She's here.
She's she's sleeping.
Are you sure it was her? On her back? Describe it.
Yeah, that's her tattoo.
I saw your mama on camera yesterday, carrying the old doll around.
This morning, she had me drive over to the King Hotel to pick up the earthquake expert's computer.
She said he's turned it into some kind of earthquake predictor.
Nuts, if you ask me.
That's probably why she likes him.
You mean the old rummy they brought in with jitterbugs and the creeping charlies? Is that Stegman? Parking his Jag on the heliport? Has he gone loony, too? You can't park on the heliport! When was the last time we had a life flight come in here? - '98? '99? - Well, he he could at least ask.
Stegman? Pasta? - For breakfast? - Mama's not home to cook.
I found this in the freezer last night.
Ah, Mother of Christmas! - Sorry, Otto.
- No worries, Bobby.
You know, I like Mrs.
Druse.
She's a little batty, but she's an old soul with a good heart.
"Nat, trust me everything around here is batty, "which is why only the batty see things clearly.
" - Hello Mrs.
Rickman.
- Good morning, you guys.
- But that's the girl's doll.
- "Yeah.
"If only it could talk.
" She's just like you.
She can't talk, but she has stories inside of her.
A permanent marker.
I should sue the bastard.
No, you got off easy.
He obviously knows you took the heat.
- Maybe Lona told him.
- Lona's a sadist.
She'd handle the bondage and discipline herself.
Then maybe Heaven found the head.
It still has your glasses on, remember? Is it still in the locker? Officer Anderson? We missed you.
So good to see you again.
If that psycho makes one wrong move, they won't need to call a code.
I vaguely remember seeing her working somewhere in the firm.
I swear I never touched her.
Dotty and Eileen both said that the girl's mother seemed pretty certain of her facts.
I have total amnesia about what happened in court.
I have no idea what the woman said during voir dire.
If you have total amnesia about what ever happened in court, how do you know she said it during voir dire? - What's wrong with tall, dark, and fearsome? - It's a horror story.
I don't think you need to hear it.
He looks mighty crispy.
- Is he going to die? - Shh! He was a prisoner.
Then he tried to kill himself, twice.
- Anybody come to see him? - No.
They said he probably won't make it.
Burns over 40% of his body.
So he's a goner well, he's got no family, and he's suicidal.
Kitty, connect the dots.
I'm hanging on by a thread here.
My article's coming out.
New England Journal of Neurology.
They spell your name wrong, we sue.
Seriously, I can't wait to see the real thing.
Well, we have to wait.
It takes a week.
Unless you know somebody who could get advance sheets.
Testing me? Medical Library.
Mr Benjamin Bates, please.
"That's affirmative, Kingdom.
Coming in loaded.
Over.
"Clear, bird of life one.
We copy.
" That's right.
A life flight coming in from the coast, with a gunshot victim.
Dr.
Stegman's Jaguar is parked on the helicopter landing pad.
He has to move it now! Vandals, shmandals.
He can't park there.
Well, if you can't find him, then tow the dang thing off of there.
It's a life flight.
ETA : 20 minutes.
Soon counting.
"She's just like you.
"She can't talk, but she has stories inside of her.
" "Hundreds missing and dead in Gates Falls mill fire?" "Search for missing children ends.
" The Gates Falls mill, supplier of uniforms to the Union Army during the Civil War was burned to the ground yesterday November 1st, All Souls' day.
What are you, deaf? The mill, which used child labor in 16-hour shifts to meet the incessant demand for military uniforms, was built by Ebenezer Gottreich n 1850.
The fire started either in the basement or on the first floor, perhaps as a result of children smoking.
Most of the adult mill workers got out.
Sadly, most of the children did not.
Seven of them are still missing and searchers fear they were lost in the fire, though their remains are mysteriously missing.
All Souls' day, 1869 A dark day, indeed, for Lewiston, Maine.
Then page Stegman again.
And hurry.
The tow truck is here.
"Dr.
Stegman, call Security, stat.
" "Dr.
Stegman, call Security, stat.
" Another publication.
Another notch in my belt.
I must admit, it always makes me feel napoleonic.
I'm so proud of you.
- When am I going to see it? - Oh, well, not for at least a week.
The advance sheets are impossible to get.
The Mona anesthesiology report that you spilled coffee on? Yeah was I naughty? You were a naughty girl.
You didn't tell me there was a copy.
- A copy? - Mm.
I didn't know.
- In medical records? - Well, I'm I'm barred from discussing the report, but if coffee were spilled on the original, I imagine the same thing could happen to the copy? - Couldn't it? - It could if a certain someone were to work on his temper And be a little more affectioned.
- I've solved my parking problem.
- Oh? Yeah, I'm no longer parking in the wretched physicians' lot.
No.
- Where will you park? - You want to see? - Oh, no! - Oh, my It's gone! Is this the organ procurement and transplantation network? Oh, good, good, yeah.
Uh, I have a few organ donor questions.
What kind of shape does the donor have to be in before you can harvest his organ? I see, I see.
Brain death.
Now, how does one arrange that? No, sorry, sorry I mean how does it usually happen? Look, hon', this first article has all the names of the missing children.
See? Mary? Is she real, or is she just something that appears in your dreams? "What's real doesn't matter so much anymore.
"Is Mary real? Yes, I think so.
"Does she appear in dreams? Yes, I think so.
" Yes yes, she's real, or yes she's in your dream? Ghost Oh, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting you.
- I can come back if I am.
- No, Mrs.
Druse, come in please.
You were right about the doll.
We found this inside.
- And the little girl, her name is Mary Jensen.
- Mary.
Our Mary is Mary Jensen.
A fire? Oh, the poor child! I've distreamed from the path.
Once or twice.
I lived mostly a decent generous life I've helped my contingency fees now to 35%.
Well plus expenses, but Please.
Please.
You're the black angel, the angel of death, or what? "I don't judge the living or the dead.
"I grant wishes prayers, "and dreams.
"If you prayed for the wrong thing "what is it you want, buddy?" I need a new heart one that matches mine Soon or I'm dead.
And if I get it, I swear I'll never look at another women ever.
From now on, I'll only do pro bono work and death penalty work.
That's it.
Scout's honor.
"That will be done, on Earth.
" " to Lewinston's Kingdom Hospital, after suffering a fatal gunshot wound to the head.
"Doctors describe Knight's condition as terminal.
This is Celeste Daldry, Channel 9 news.
" Brain death.
Yes! Yes! Seven from 11.
Baby needs a new pair of ventricles.
Where are you, you beautiful beast? Hallelujah.
Amen.
Dr.
Hook.
Dr.
Hook.
Her name is Mary Jensen.
Look! We found these newspaper clippings hidden inside the doll.
1869! She was missing after the Gates Falls mill building burned to the ground.
These look to be in awfully good condition.
Sure they're not fake? I know someone who can help us with this.
These botched suicides amaze me.
All right, would you excuse me and do me the favor of closing up, Dr.
Traff? Going to see about that car, are you? You'll pay.
You'll pay.
Druse? Druse! Nurse, stop her! Stop that woman.
All right, all right.
Okay.
Now, take her to otology and test her hearing, and after at, take her back and confine her to her bed with a slow I.
V.
Drip.
Why otology? Why my ears? There's something dreadfully wrong with her hearing.
Watch this.
Go to your room! Malinger in your own bed, Mrs.
Munchausen! See, I keep doing that, and every time I turn around, she's back wandering the halls.
To otology, and then strict bed rest.
Go, go, go.
Point to the ear where you hear the tone.
"Why do you have to hurt me? "I didn't see the men start the fire.
"I I want my dolly.
It's my bell.
Don't you touch it.
"I don't want to die.
I didn't see anyone start the fire.
"The fire was a bad accident.
The men didn't start it.
"Please don't hurt me with those! Please, don't!" God! The old Gates Falls mill fire.
Where did you find these? King tut's tomb? In an antique doll.
They're in pretty good shape for 134 years old.
- You think they're fakes? - Oh, no, no, no, no.
These are genuine.
Yeah, before 1875 or thereabouts, newspapers were printed on rag paper.
It lasts forever.
And then the industry switched over to wood pulp.
Like everything else modern, it crumbles and fades in five years or so.
But not rag.
No, sir.
The old Gates Falls mill fire! Fire number one, my grandpappy used to call it.
So where was the Gates Falls mill? We're standing on it.
The Gates Falls mill burned to the ground, on All Souls' day, What Wait, I thought Oh, I don't know what I thought.
Having a senior moment, Captain Hook? Maybe an Elmer Traff moment.
I thought that the fire had to do with an old hospital burning down.
No, no, no.
My folks called that one fire number two.
November 1st, 1939.
All Souls' day.
70 years to the day after the first fire.
Ah, one more thing.
Were you able to help at all on the advance sheets for the Dr.
Draper article? Voilà .
It was no easy task getting it.
You told me that Dr.
Draper was the author.
Yes, Dr.
Christine Draper.
No, she's acknowledged as a research assistant in footnote number one by Dr.
Stegman.
"The author acknowledges the research and drafting assistance of Dr.
Christine Draper.
" That son of a flea-ridden mongrel bitch.
He'll pay for this.
Ah, these old things are only 5x.
Do you have anything a little stronger? You know, say, 6x or 7x? Something for my study at home? Yeah.
- I'll get you some 6's and some 7's, all right? - Oh, thanks, captain.
Why do you torture me? You're here to sleep, and that's what you're gonna do.
Are we going some place private? Your father wants a functional M.
E.
G.
of you in R.
E.
M.
for Project Sandman.
You, Abel, and Christa are all what your father calls "positive dreamers.
" You match the study profiles and protocols.
Sit down! What if I'm not tired, Lona? - Hey, Hook.
Need me? - Maybe.
Lost your head lately? Given a head to anyone lately? - I'm not sure I follow.
- Here's a little heads up.
I need a copy of a certain anesthesia report.
Patient, Mona Klingerman.
- Surgeon - No way, Hook.
I can't cross Stegman.
Half of whatever marbles he had have gotten lost since he came here.
I'll just return the head to Havens, then.
With the eyeglasses.
Wait, wait.
Let me think.
How am I supposed to get into medical records? - Mrs.
Powell is integrity - incarnate.
If you need help, ask Bobby Druse.
I think he found a way in.
Just when I'm getting somewhere, and that hairy ogre, he confines me to a bed and sticks an I.
V.
in my arm.
I warned you, Mama.
I told you that Dr.
Stegman You've got to use your key card.
Get in there.
Get in those medical records and see what you can find on Mary Jensen.
Hey, doc.
How's he doing? Think he's gonna make it? Oh, jeez! Silly me.
Privacy.
Physician-patient privilege.
I should have known better than that.
It's just that, you know, If he's not gonna make it.
If he's gonna go "tango uniform" - tits up, like we used to say in the Air Force - then maybe you guys can do some, cross-match testing, you know? See if maybe his heart matches mine? You know, this isn't a hobby shop for human body parts.
We don't pull lego organs out of your roommate and, stick them in you.
It's all done by strict protocols, set up by federal law with the organ procurement and transplantation network.
Well, how about a special fee to expedite matters? Is that ever done? Doc, A very special large fee? $50,000.
A little bird told me that a gunshot wound just arrived on a life flight.
Brain death.
I also heard the guy is a card-carrying organ donor.
Hey, when I said, "brain death," I wasn't talking about you, roomie.
No.
You look marvelous.
Absolutely marvelous.
You've got your whole life ahead of you.
Carrie come here.
You want to get those boys back for that stunt they pulled with the head? Just like Steg to leave us holding the baby.
If you want his heart, you're going to have to take it now.
We can't stabilize him.
He's still got a working brain stem, and that's about it.
- Call the transplant team.
- And find Steg.
Methylene blue.
It's harmless.
It's like food coloring.
Make yourself cry, then go wake Elmer.
You're distraught.
Tell him I had a subarachnoid hemorrhage, and boom! I died, just like that.
You couldn't bear to tell him until they were done with me, and now my body's in the morgue.
Take him to see me if he doesn't believe you.
I'll do it, but then you're on your own.
I've got to cover the I.
C.
U.
Okay.
Lona! No.
Lona! Dear Lona, why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe that unsubstantial death is amorous, and that the lean abhorred monster keeps thee here in the dark to be his paramour? For fear of that, I still will stay with thee and never from this pallet of dim night depart again.
Seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death.
Here's to my love! Elmer where are we? I didn't come here.
I was only thinking about coming here.
I thought you were dead.
Kiss me, Elmer.
It works in fairy tales.
I found you in the morgue.
But I didn't go to the morgue, Elmer.
I thought about it.
Did you actually go, or did I've got to look at those scans.
I've got to figure out what happened to us.
How did we get to the morgue? Now, get off me before somebody sees us.
First - tell me you love me.
- Don't be an ass.
God! Make a noise, and you'll be practicing law without a tongue.
Now get back to bed.
The typing and cross-matching report is done.
I have a match in I.
C.
U.
Suite 429.
I have misgivings about this heart's ability to travel.
Fine by me.
Set the candidate up for transplant tomorrow, then.
"I'll check on him.
" Don't shoot him in the heart.
"I'll check on him.
" You bet your ass I'll check on him.
This place is going to get very busy, Mr.
Fleischer.
Yeah, and Dr.
Steg needs you downstairs for pre-op.
Pre-op? You mean it's gonna happen? I have it.
Disgusting, delightful thing.
The heart's been harvested.
I get it first thing tomorrow.
"Where your treasure lies, there lies your, ahem, heart also.
"So what is it you wanted again? Tell me exactly, chum.
- "After all, I'm dealing with a lawyer here.
" - I want my old, sick heart taken out, and I want the harvested heart of that tech billionaire put in.
"Now?" Sure.
Now's fine.
Now works.
Is the transplant team still here? "Sure, now's fine "if now works.
"Out with the old "in with the new.
" Adaptation : Lama