Third Watch s02e20 Episode Script

NARRATOR: Previously on Third Watch: Thank you.
- For what? - Choosing me.
- Doc was playing God again.
- Got promoted from saint to the big guy? Why don't you shut up? - Are people watching? - Yeah.
- I guess we probably shouldn't kiss now? - No.
I'd like our children to come in here When they have nightmares climb up into the bed.
Where have you been all my life? Did they say how long? Neighbors called.
You know what I know, man.
I can smell it.
[GRUNTING.]
Damn it.
Dispatch, we need a power disconnect to this building.
Oh, man.
Oh, man.
Oh, what do we do? CARLOS: No, we don't touch him until the power's off.
- Well, he'll be dead by then.
CARLOS: Fire's on the way.
- Doc, if that board's wet-- No, no.
- Get back.
Back, back.
He's gonna be in fib.
Let's get a quick look.
Sully, get over here.
Come here.
SULLY: what do I do? DOC: All right.
I want you to give him one squeeze every five seconds.
Tell Jimmy to get a Stokes basket and some ropes.
[MACHINE BEEPING.]
DOC: There it is.
CARLOS: Two hundred.
All right, everybody off.
Increase it.
- Three sixty.
- All right, off.
- Sinus tach.
- Got a pulse.
Okay, you tube him.
Keep the seal tight and squeeze every five seconds.
And I'll start an IV with lidocaine.
Once we get him to the ER, I gotta take off because I'm gonna be late.
No matter how many times I see you do that, it's impressive.
- You need anything else from us? - Yeah.
- Can you do me a favor? SULLY: Shoot.
Can you follow us to the ER and then give me a ride uptown? It's not far.
- You're gonna have to ride in the back.
- No problem.
I'll hang out at Mercy With Carlos, get a report started.
SULLY: Then I'll see you at the hospital.
FIREMAN: See you.
DOC: Hey, Sully, sorry to be changing in your car.
- What's the deal? - I didn't plan this very well.
I told her that I'd meet her there at four.
We can make that, right? Yeah.
Who? - Wow, it's huge.
- Is it too much? I don't know about too much.
But I would definitely marry you.
So, what's the deal with you and your Russian lady? Oh, I'm Working on it.
Say, how do you know When it's right to you know, jump off of that cliff? I honestly didn't think I'd do it again.
- But after Debra died, I thought I was done.
- Yeah.
Sara she completely took me by surprise.
- Hi.
- Hey.
- A suit? What's going on? - I love you.
- I love you, too, crazy.
- Come here.
- What are we doing here? - Hello.
Um.
- I was thinking-- - I got some news for you.
- Yeah, okay.
Wait, wait.
Me first, okay? - All right.
Because I was thinking that, um I want to have children, I mean, with you.
I was thinking we should-- We should do it.
Right? But first we have to.
This is for you.
Oh, Doc.
Oh, baby.
You gonna open it? Yeah, come on.
Let's open it.
- Open it up.
- Okay.
- Come on.
Come on.
Open it.
- Okay, okay, okay.
All right.
Okay.
MORALES: Oh, my God.
This is huge.
Are you out of your mind? Baby, this is too much.
- Look at this.
- I could take it back.
Oh, like hell.
- Here.
Give me that.
- Oh, my God, this is beautiful.
Oh, wow.
So is that a yes? What was the question? Oh, you're gonna make me ask you, huh? Sara Christina Will you marry me? You bet your ass I will.
Hold on, hold on.
Let's take this inside.
Inside? This guy I know, he's letting me in on this brownstone before it hits the market.
- And we got the pick of the litter.
- What I was gonna tell you was that I got this job interview to be Director of Emergency Services.
Well, that's great.
That's great.
We can-- We can use the extra money to put down a bigger down payment.
Come on.
Doc, the job is in Philadelphia.
Yeah, yeah.
Tomorrow and Thursday.
I'll take his shifts on Friday and Saturday.
Who are you changing shifts with? Yeah, with Carlos.
What can I say? Watch the road.
- Who is that? - Okay, yeah.
All right, I'll tell him.
Thanks.
- What was that? - Taylor's gonna cover my shifts.
- But you have to do all her sheets.
- Her sheets, no.
- This is my bus when you're gone.
- Just work it out with her.
How about I don't get asked Who I work with? Not right.
If you don't pay attention, I'm taking over.
I'm fine.
Why do you need someone for you? I'm going to Philadelphia for a couple of days.
- Why? - Sara's got a job interview.
They're gonna pay for us to go there on the train, first class.
Wait.
Hold up.
You're moving to Phila-freaking-delphia? She's got a surgeon friend from med school who got her the interview.
They're probably blowing smoke up her skirt as a favor to this guy.
No way they'd bring the boyfriend along if they're not considering her.
Fiancé.
- You got engaged? - This afternoon.
DISPATCH [OVER RADIO.]
: Adam 553.
7785 Lennox.
Take a right.
[SIREN WAILING.]
How long have you known about this job thing, man? Oh, my God.
You just found out.
Oh.
Well, you know, if she's got an interview that means she sent her résumé in probably talked to people on the phone.
What's the job for? - Director of Emergency Services.
- Whoo.
Well, she's on the short list for a big promotion and she didn't tell you.
Are you sure she said yes to the marriage? I mean, this girl is a player.
- Hey, hey.
- Whoa.
[CAR HORN HONKS.]
I got a siren on here.
- Two days.
I'm not going anywhere.
- How do you know? Maybe took the job already and you're out of the loop.
DOC: Excuse me.
I'm all right.
I told them not to call you.
Well, since we're here, might as well get a look at you.
We're a homeless shelter.
We're legally bound.
I'm not gonna sue you.
Well, you seem to have a fever.
Any weakness? Or did you lose your balance? Yes, I felt weak and I fell.
I'm fine now.
[COUGHS.]
- Bart bumped into you, didn't he? - No.
No.
I was feeling lightheaded.
[WHEEZES AND COUGHS.]
Any dizziness? Or did you pass out? No.
I'm all right.
Okay, guys.
We need some room, okay? How about a snack? There's cookies in the kitchen.
[BART RAPPING.]
Can you take a deep breath for me? Lean forward.
Again.
CARLOS: You all right? - Hey, don't want any cookies, man? SHIRLEY: Don't touch him.
He doesn't like to be touched by strangers.
He's my son.
We should take you to the hospital.
No, no.
No, thank you.
- You may have pneumonia.
- They won't let Bart stay if I'm not here.
He likes Shaquille O'Neal.
Yeah.
Is that who he's listening to? [BART RAPPING.]
Shaquille O'Neal weighs 315 pounds.
Yeah.
And he's 7 foot 1.
Shoe size 22 Triple E.
LSU, Orlando Magic, Los Angeles Lakers.
- Shaquille Rashaun O'Neal.
- Rashaun? R-A-S-H-A-U-N.
- Bart.
Hey, it's okay.
Okay.
All right.
- 1993.
81 games.
- Orlando.
81 games.
- All right? My mistake.
My mistake.
I-- - Six-two-four-three-two.
- Okay.
I had no idea Shaquille's middle name was Rashaun.
R-A-S-H-A-U-N.
How do you spell Shaquille? Know how to spell Shaquille.
But is O'Neal "E-A" or "E-I"? O apostrophe N-E-A-L.
- Right? - Right.
I knew it was "E-A".
I knew it wasn't "E-I.
" "E-A.
" Okay.
MORALES: Hey, Bart.
Hey, buddy.
I'm Dr.
Morales.
Bart, I'm gonna need to take a look at your hands-- Whoa.
DOC: It's okay, Bart.
- It's all right.
Give me five IM of Valium.
ACS is gonna transport him to the Bower Center.
Bower Center? What's wrong with him? - According to Mom, Asperger's.
- Assburger, want fries with that? MORALES: Yeah, buddy.
- Um, I need to look at your hands-- DOC: It's okay.
Bart, hey.
Hey.
It's okay, Bart.
Hey, listen.
She's just trying to help you.
- It's okay, Bart.
DOC: Hey, it's all right.
[BART SPEAKS GIBBERISH.]
Yeah, I'm gonna help you.
I'm gonna give you a little something to calm you down.
Okay? - I'm fine.
I'm fine.
DOC: Hey, Bart.
GUARD: Get away.
Stay out.
- Don't mess.
He doesn't like to be touched.
That's gonna make it worse.
All right? All right? Let me just talk to him.
- All right, try.
- Bart? Bart, how much does Shaquille O'Neal weigh? Huh? What? Is it 270? 275? Huh? - 315.
- 315, right.
And what's his shoe size? - Twenty two Triple E.
- Right.
How do you spell Asperger's Syndrome? A-S-P-- It's a P, not a B.
A-S-P-E-R-G-E-R apostrophe S.
DOC: Good.
BART: S-Y-N.
That's really good, man.
Good.
SHIRLEY: No way, he's going to this place.
- Where's my son? - Ma'am, you need to stay in bed.
Where is he? He's staying with me.
Ma'am, I think you need to relax.
[COUGHING.]
I sewed up the kid in three.
Here's his aftercare.
- What's the problem? - She wants to leave.
Ma'am, you need intravenous antibiotics to treat the pneumonia.
No one sends my son to the Bower Center.
It's only a few days.
Lock him up with a bunch of overmedicated kids chained to wheelchairs.
Bart is not crazy.
He's almost a genius.
IV's in.
what do you want me to give the kiddie in 6? Use 10 kilos, 15 per kilo.
Run in 1 5-hundred saline, okay? Ma'am, you're contagious.
You can't go back to the shelter.
I have to alert them.
They won't let you back in.
Is Bart dangerous? Not at all.
Well, we can try to get him into foster care for a couple of days.
You think you could? Excuse me.
I'll be right back, okay? Can I see you for a moment, please? Close the door.
- Look, Sara-- - You butted into my patient care.
- It's a good idea.
- The woman is homeless.
The boy would benefit from getting put into the psych system.
Seemed like a way to make everybody happy.
- Doc, your job is over.
- You delivered them, we're handling it.
The Bower Center is a nightmare and she knows it.
- This kid doesn't belong there.
- Oh, now you know where this kid belongs? You didn't hear of Asperger's till 10 minutes ago.
- I've been to Bower Center.
Have you? - It's what we have to work with.
It's a couple of days, okay? You know, they sedate him a little, he'll be fine in foster care.
No harm, no foul.
Come on.
Okay.
I'll recommend foster care to ACS.
- You know why? - Why? I got engaged today.
- You did? - Yes, I did.
Oh, my goodness.
Congratulations.
[SNARLS.]
- Hm? So? - What? JIMMY: "What?" what did she say, man? - What the hell, everyone knew but me? Well, gentlemen, the answer was yes.
- Nice.
Congratulations.
- Thank you.
JIMMY: Congratulations.
MAN: Yeah.
That's not all she said.
I'd like to take this opportunity to announce Doc's retirement.
Oh, man, shut up.
- What retirement? - Carlos's wishful thinking.
The golden doctor's up for a job running a hospital in Philadelphia.
- An ER, not the whole hospital.
JIMMY: No kidding? Good for her.
You're doing the run sheets.
- Like hell.
It's my bus.
- I'm senior.
It's a couple of days.
Work it out like adults.
- You moving to Philadelphia? - No.
She probably won't get the job.
- Hot chicks always get the job.
- Hey.
- What, I can't say that she's hot? - No, you can't.
A friend of hers got her the interview as a favor.
I doubt there's much to it.
Well, I got dibs on your apartment if you go.
Come on, listen.
Things like this don't just happen.
They don't happen to working stiffs like you.
But Morales is moving on up.
Hey, are you gonna change your name? Is it Monty Morales? Or Mrs.
Dr.
Morales? [CHUCKLING.]
DOC: Hey, it's only one day and one night.
- I look butch.
- Not possible.
I hate this.
You know, we need a full length mirror.
It's ridiculous.
Dressed like this.
Mm.
I like that look.
Did you know that women lawyers are not supposed to wear pants in court.
Supposedly, it hurts their client's chances if the jury can't see their legs.
So, I bought a skirt.
You hate shopping.
This look better? I'd rather triage at night in the rain than put on pantyhose to try and sell myself to strangers.
Come on, hey.
Baby, it's a long shot, right? Yeah, I guess.
It's practice for next time, when you get offered the job close to home.
Don't sweat this, huh? Hey, give me some brown sugar.
I really like this look.
This look becomes you.
[PHONE RINGING.]
Somebody's about to die.
- Okay, you're coming with me.
- Oh, oh! Oh baby, what are you doing? - Oh, my God.
- Yeah, come on, baby.
[LAUGHS.]
MORALES: Looks good down there.
You didn't think you were getting away from me.
Hello.
Alex? - Tell her what we're doing.
- We ain't doing nothing yet.
What? I can hardly hear you.
- Baby, put me down.
- Yeah.
Valium.
What? Don't do anything.
I'm coming.
What's the address? I'll be right there.
What's going on? I gotta go in.
You gotta be kidding, babe.
You are off.
Carlos and Taylor are overreacting.
I gotta put out the fire.
The train leaves at five.
CARLOS: what are you doing, man? - What happened? Beat the other kid.
Going to Bower Center like he should have in the first place.
[BART RAPPING.]
- He was discharged with a prescription? - Valium.
I talked to the foster mother.
She doesn't know about it.
- It's a big surprise.
- She's lying.
Valium, definitely.
That's all we needed to know.
I told you you didn't need to come here.
Hey, Bart.
BART: Shaq attack.
Shaq attack.
Shaq attack Shaq attack.
Shaq attack.
Shaq attack.
Bart.
Okay.
- R-A-U-- BART: No.
- How does it go again? BART: R-A-S.
S.
R-A-S-H-A-U-N.
Where's your walkman? He took it.
I ain't got nothing.
You took his walkman? - What about the other kid? - Refusal of aid.
He's all right.
Foster care, like I said, depends on who's home.
- Should have never been here.
- His mother didn't want-- She still doesn't.
She's signing out.
AMA.
We're taking him to the hospital checking him out, turning him over to her.
She has pneumonia.
People make bad decisions every day.
- Hi, baby.
- I got my walkman back.
They took his walkman.
See, that's why he has to stay with me.
See how it is? Yeah.
So I got it from here.
You guys can go available.
- He's our call, Doc.
You're not on.
- Oh, really.
He's not on? Who would know? Sign the run sheet and give it to me.
- Aren't you supposed to be gone? - I have this.
I'm out of here.
Come on.
Why don't you have a seat? - So where will you be going? - I don't know.
ACS Won't let you take Bart if you don't have a place to stay.
They can't keep him.
They can.
You know, there's a battered women's shelter on 1 53rd.
I noticed you had some bruised ribs.
Are you on the streets because of an abusive husband? I haven't seen Bart's father since Bart was three.
Is Bart doing this to you? He can't help it.
He gets frustrated.
I can't keep him in medicine.
There's a guy in Psych I play basketball with.
But I don't know his last name.
Asian guy, Mitchell? Dr.
Song.
Mitchell Song.
Can you check and see if he's on today? - Hey, how are you doing, man? - Hey, Good.
Good.
- Are you gonna be there Sunday morning? - Oh, always.
You know me.
- I got a favor to ask you.
- Sure.
I know you don't usually take kids.
But it's just for a couple of days.
He has Asperger's.
- He should go to Bower Center, Doc.
- I know.
We're trying to keep him out of Bower Center.
His mother's downstairs being treated for pneumonia.
We're trying to keep the family together.
- You're gonna owe me some game time.
- I might even let you win a game or two.
[CHUCKLES.]
- All right? - Okay.
- Good, thanks.
Appreciate it.
- Okay.
Sara? Sara, we gotta get going or we'll miss the train.
[DOOR KNOCKS.]
- Hi.
- Hello.
I'm here.
Yeah, I see that.
What time's your appointment? It doesn't matter.
This is just practice, right? Look, I'm just trying to prepare you for if things don't work out.
I don't need you to prepare me to fail, I need you to support me.
I said I'm here.
This is not a joke, Doc, this is my life.
- And mine.
- Yes.
And yours.
Our life.
And that's why We gotta get serious about it.
No playing games.
I'm not competing with you.
I know.
You know, whether or not I get this job, I really want it.
- And I need to feel you're with me.
- I am.
Okay.
I am with you.
I'm so happy you're here.
- Baby, I don't have time.
- Oh, make them Wait.
No.
Mm-mm.
Doc, come on.
Okay.
You look great.
Except for this one button.
- Knock them dead.
- Yeah.
I'll meet you back here at 4 because we're due at my parents' at 6.
- Okay.
- All right.
I love you.
Bye.
Hey.
Hey, pup, how're you doing, huh? How're you doing? SHEP: Can I help you? - Yeah.
Is your lieutenant around? - And you are? Monty Parker.
I'm a paramedic from New York.
Might be looking for a job.
We could use the help, man.
Lonnie Shepherd.
- Oh, hey.
- Shep.
Good to see you, Shep.
So, what's the deal here, man? EMS and fire get along? Why not? Paramedics get paid more than Fire.
- You're kidding? - No.
Go figure, right? - I hear Fire gets more in New York, though.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
So how much more is it? I mean, what's the deal? You know, I'll have to ask lieutenant.
But I think it depends on your seniority.
Rotation is two day shifts, two night shifts and four days off.
I can call the county EMS officer, tell him I got a guy who needs reciprocity.
Have you working in a matter of weeks as long as all your paperwork's in order.
Well, nothing's definite yet.
My fiancée is interviewing for a job at Temple Hospital today.
So we have to see how that goes first.
- She's a nurse? - Doctor.
Oh.
Lucky man.
Why're you looking for a job at all? - Doc? DOC: Hey.
- Doc.
- How'd it go? Oh, my God, you're never gonna believe this.
- They loved you, right? - No, wait.
- How did it go with you? You tell me first.
- It went well.
- Seriously? - Yeah, I could get hired here.
And get paid more, work less.
I could even be an instructor.
Oh, my God.
No way.
We could both work days.
So they loved you.
I think they kind of love me.
- I knew they would.
- You didn't say that.
No, no.
I knew that they would love you.
It's just that I wanted you all to myself.
You have me all to yourself.
Listen to this.
I'd make double of what I get paid now.
I could pay off my student loans.
We could buy a house, a really nice house.
We could get pregnant and get a nanny if we want.
And my mom is here.
Okay.
Did they offer it to you? No.
But we're gonna have dinner tonight with the chairman and my friend Bryson and their wives.
Oh, okay.
Well, then you and the boys - and me and the wives, huh? - I bought a new dress, too.
Look.
Uh-huh.
You know, maybe I should wear it, you know like a good wife.
Show my legs, help you get the job.
Oh, knock it off.
We gotta go shopping, though, for a new sports jacket for you.
Well, how about a tux? Are you gonna wear a tux When we get married? I'd hop down the aisle on one foot, naked if that's what you wanted.
That sounds good to me.
Hey, what about dinner With your mom and dad? Oh, I already called her.
She's waiting by the phone.
Can you imagine how happy this is gonna make her? - Oh, my God, I gotta calm down.
- Yeah.
I've never seen you like this.
Good news just freaks me out.
This is gonna be so great.
It's pretty, huh? Nice, huh? Yeah.
Real nice.
Oh, my God, look at this place.
- I hate it.
- Me, too.
BRYSON: There she is.
MORALES: Hi.
- This is some place.
- The wife likes it.
I prefer the old neighborhood.
But what are you gonna do? You gotta keep them happy.
- Mm-hm.
- Hey, welcome.
I'm Bryson.
Monty Parker.
Hi.
MORALES: It was so chaotic.
We were working so hard to keep the whites away from the blacks.
Thank you.
But the real war was between the Haitians and the Dominicans.
But we didn't realize that until one patient was choking another patient in the next bed.
They had tubes coming out of them.
Yeah, Doc separated them.
- In fact-- - Who's Doc? Um, Monty.
Doc is his nickname.
- Really? - Yeah.
Doc is very well respected.
He pretty much runs the paramedics in New York.
- No, I don't.
- Oh, yes, you do.
Come on.
He's just being modest.
He's the senior guy.
Anyway, in fact, he was trying to tell us about the Haitians and the Dominicans.
But we weren't paying him any attention until he-- Um, I mean, we were too busy.
And that's why We weren't paying attention to him.
- I'm sorry.
DOC: That's okay.
I mean, that's okay.
Everybody knows that paramedics are invisible to doctors.
That's not true.
I thought you might want this.
Thank you.
- So where are you from, Doc? - New York.
Sara and I actually live in the apartment I grew up in.
- What do you think? - About what? Well, my husband is offering her the position right now.
- What do you think? - Does it matter? I think so.
Don't you? Congratulations.
- Excuse me? - That's quite a gal you've got here.
- We'll talk.
- Okay.
- Darling.
- Oh, thank you, sweetheart.
- It was lovely to meet you.
- Nice meeting you, too.
- Bye.
- Bye-bye.
- You took the job without talking to me? - No.
I wouldn't do that.
- He offered it to you, right? - Yes.
- And you said? - And I said I would think about it.
But that I had to talk it over with you.
So why's he coming over here, pumping my hand and saying congratulations? Because we just got engaged, remember? [SIREN WAILING.]
- So you're actually going? - It makes sense.
How much will she make? - It's none of your business.
- Ooh.
That means a lot.
Enough to kick back and learn golf? I'm gonna work like always, okay? Boss said that I might be able to become an instructor.
Man, you're gonna be the highest- living paramedic in America.
You're gonna get used to the fat life fast.
I'm laying odds you're gonna quit working in less than a year.
Become a KB.
- KB? - Kept Bitch.
Or, hey, I got an idea.
You can hang with the other KB's.
- What a stock pond of fish.
Sweet.
- Carlos, shut up.
Once you get upscale like that, your relationship goes south inevitably.
So you have to be on the lookout for sexy rich wifeys to keep you company.
- That way when-- - I said shut the hell up.
All right.
- I'm just kidding.
- I'm not.
Not a single word on this shift that doesn't have to do with patient care.
You got it? Yeah.
What did I tell you? Back up, all right.
This isn't a circus.
If you're not a doctor, get back.
I don't wanna tell you again.
- I'm a doctor.
I'm a doctor.
- Yeah? A doctor of love, baby.
Some shoplifter hit him in the head with this.
Can you believe it? - It's not so bad.
BOSCO: Lefty, get the hell out of here.
- You got him? DOC: Yeah.
Get back or I'll rip off your other arm and beat you to death with it.
Doc, I wanted to say congratulations.
I heard Morales got that job.
- Yeah.
She was offered the job.
- That's great news, Doc.
- Can I talk to you later? - Yeah, sure.
- You okay? - Yeah, yeah.
Listen, call me on the radio When you guys go for lunch.
Okay.
Will do.
- What's going on? BOSCO: Nothing.
No way, pipsqueak.
Don't the police have a height requirement or something? - Come here.
- I'm a vet, man.
- I could blow any second, man.
I got guns.
- Oh, you had to go there, huh? MAN: Picking on the one armed guy.
Ain't this something? What's up, man? Now what? - Bosco, what are you doing to him? - I don't know.
Pushed me, pissed me off.
Don't worry about him.
Why don't we find the guy that hit this man in the head? - He's a real criminal.
- He pushed me.
What was I supposed to do? He pushed me.
You can't let anybody push you.
You got a foot pursuit.
And he claims to be armed.
- He's only half right.
- Stumpy, wait for me.
Fighting crime.
PROCTOR: Your friend's getting out today.
- What friend? - The pneumonia.
I'll be right back.
Hey.
- Hey, Doc.
How's it going? - Good.
How's it going here? Really good.
There's a clinical trial for Asperger's kids going on at NYU.
Bart's gonna participate.
- Free medicine.
- That's great.
[BART RAPPING.]
Bart.
You're welcome.
MORALES: Doc? - Hey.
- Hi.
Is your lieutenant Writing your letter of rec? Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah? Because they want me to start ASAP.
- Oh? - Yeah.
So I don't know.
What do you think if I start commuting in two weeks? Until we can move everything.
- Two weeks, huh? - Yeah.
- Aw.
Don't worry.
We'll see, okay? - Okay.
- What do you mean, "How does it work?" - Yeah.
You guys kind of have an untraditional arrangement, right? Yeah, you gotta get over the big stereotypes like what the husband does and What the wife does.
That stuff Will kill you.
I mean, it's like Fred, he takes on a lot of responsibility.
And I admire him for that, you know.
But he gets to spend a lot more time with the kids.
And I envy that.
But the truth of the matter is he's better at it than I am.
He's a lot more patient.
For Fred, his job is just like a job, you know? As for me, it's like I could never stop being a cop.
I gotta feel like I'm out in the world, like I'm doing something.
But not Fred.
He could care less about being a contributing member to society.
I think if I made a lot of dough I think he'd quit his job and be a stay-at-home dad in a heartbeat.
He'd take the kids to the park.
And he'd play ball with his friends.
That's his idea of heaven.
I think you're lucky, though.
I think you're really lucky.
I mean, you have this chance to just sit back and decide what it is you want to do With the rest of your life.
Hey, what are you doing here? Sara, we're not going.
- What? - Look, this whole thing is a fantasy, okay.
We're gonna buy the brownstone and continue our real lives here in New York where we live.
We can't drop everything just so we can make more money.
- This is not about money for me, Doc.
- You want to step up and get fancy.
No.
I want to advance my career.
Little ghetto girl has stars in her eyes about returning home victorious.
- Wait a minute, "Little ghetto girl?" - I'm just trying to be realistic.
Why can't you just do this? Why can't you just come with me? - What, you can't leave New York? - No.
It's not that.
Then what? I have to be the man, Sara.
I wanna take care of you.
I wanna give you things.
I want you to be the mother of my children.
I want you to be my wife.
- What's wrong with that? - There's nothing wrong with that.
But I'm a doctor.
I mean, it doesn't make me less of a woman.
It's just part of me.
I know.
I know that.
But I need my wife to be my wife, my woman, mine.
I will be your wife.
You don't need me.
Yes, I do, Doc.
I need you so much.
No.
Come on, you don't need me.
What you do is important to you.
I can't stop needing what I need and wanting what I want.
A Wife like Debra.
Well, I can't be someone I'm not.
I can't either.
And I wish I could, but I can't.
I have to take this job, Doc.
I can't go with you.
I love you.
I love you, too.
You know, I might have missed you.
- What do we got? - Nobody was wearing a belt.
So they're pretty messed up.
Carlos, come check this guy out.
Hey, can you hear me? Can you hear me? Sir? Sir?