(slurps)
(quietly chuckles)
I'm no one.
Excuse me?
I saw you looking at me like,
"Where do I know that girl from?"
- But I'm not really famous. - Oh?
(sniffs) I mean, not yet anyways.
(smacks lips)
(deeply inhales)
(snorts)
(sighs)
So... (sniffs)
who are you?
- I mean, like, what do you do or whatever? - Mm.
Guess.
- You're an agent. - (laughs): Christ, no.
A lawyer.
A lawyer? (chuckles)
(chuckles)
- You know, you really shouldn't use dollar bills. - (sniffing)
Puts you at high risk of hep C.
(sniffs, exhales)
(sniffs, gasps)
(squeaks, snorts)
(whoops, laughs)
One... (sighs) little bit.
Yeah, you might, you may want to take it easy on that.
- (sniffing) - Slow down a little.
Oh!
- (coughing) - You all right?
Hey. (snapping fingers)
You okay?
Aw, shh...
Hey. Hey.
(grunts)
(sighs) Christ.
(classical music playing)
(groans)
(sighing): Okay.
(medical device trilling)
(electrical whirring)
(metal scraping) (device beeping)
(device emits solid tone)
(sharp whoosh) (gasps)
(deeply panting, sighing)
Oh, that is some good shit.
Yeah. Sure is. (sighs)
(groans)
(sighs)
(short of breath): I got it!
(panting): You're a doctor.
(sighs)
Yeah. Something like that.
♪
Okay...
What club did you say this was again?
Oh, it's new. It's very exclusive.
You're gonna love it.
- What's it called? - Uh... Emergency.
- You all right? - Yeah.
- You sure? Okay. - Yeah.
Christ.
(medical device beeping)
- (phone ringing) - Okay, and easy.
I know. One more time. Good.
Yo, McDreamy.
(sighs)
I believe this girl's had some kind of coronary incident. Uh...
heartbeat is labile, she's disoriented.
I'd... keep her in the overnight for observation if I were you.
- (moans) - And it's, um...
it's possible she had a heart attack.
And how would you know that?
Okay.
We'll admit her. Just...
All right. Here. Here you go.
Okay. All right.
All right. Easy. Easy...
Okay, this, uh...
this nice man's gonna take care of you.
- Okay, lie down. - (moans)
Yep. That works, too.
- It's, uh, best seat in the house. - Okay.
Okay. I will, uh, see you tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
Elliot's birthday, remember?
He's my son, Rush.
I remember. I just
- didn't think that you remembered. - He's my godson.
How could I forget?
Plus, you know, Eve puts all that stuff on my calendar
and reminds me the day before, calls me the day of.
This guy wouldn't know how to tie his own shoe
without a detailed e-mail from his assistant.
But I can perform an appendectomy
with my eyes closed.
Hey, he's no slouch himself.
Did he tell you he finished second in his class in Harvard?
- He did not. - Mm-hmm.
You know what they say:
Second place is the first loser.
Will P. Rush,
first in my class. Pleasure to meet you.
And look at you now.
- (lighter flicking) - Ooh... hey...
I don't think you can smoke in here, sweetheart.
We don't smoke in here, actually.
Yeah, no smoking. They changed the rules.
Is she new?
- Yeah. - Mm.
She seems very, uh... competent.
You're supposed to apprise me of all the new talent
here in the hospital; that's what friends do.
(clicks twice)
Maybe I should admit you, too.
You look like shit.
(scoffs)
How much coke have you done?
Spare me the moralizing, Doctor.
I just saved this girl's life.
- You got to keep an eye on this one. - Mm-hmm.
She's a total mess.
(phone ringing)
The car's making a strange noise.
I'm not a mechanic, and you're late.
I'm close. Can you order me
the, uh... you know, the poached eggs
with wasabi oil and shiitake chutney?
No, actually, you know what,
just a burger.
Rush, can you just turn down the music?
Why? Do you got something against Debbie Gibson?
(clears throat) Martin Hanover called.
Oh. How's he doing?
Better. He's finally breathing on his own.
And his wife?
She checked back into rehab.
(CD skipping)
Come on.
Hey, all my CDs are skipping.
Okay. Nobody listens to CDs anymore.
There's this thing... it's called an iPod.
I can install one in your car.
Oh... I thought you weren't a mechanic.
No. I'm not a mechanic,
but you're living in the Stone Age...
(hangs up phone, keys jingle)
- Morning, sir. - Morning.
And the next time you ask me
to come in at 8:00, it would be...
Did you order my breakfast?
You look like shit.
And you look very pretty.
You didn't sleep again, did you?
The human body can chronically restrict
its own sleep cycle without any noticeable effects.
I've tricked my neurochemical
and hormonal production emission cycles
to activate in my waking states, so...
you know, I need less sleep than normal humans.
But you are still human.
You know that, right?
(scoffs)
It is so cute that you think that.
(sighs) I can't just give her more methadone.
She needs to manage it. That's the whole point.
Just write her a scrip for weed if she needs something so bad.
You're prescribing marijuana to a junkie.
It works, trust me.
You mind?
- You're in my office. - You're in my room.
(sighs)
Is that it?
Uh...
no.
Ted Cummings called.
When?
Couple hours ago.
And you tell me now? What did he want?
You shouldn't enable an asshole like that.
I'm an asshole. You enable me every day.
You're not like him, Rush.
(sighs) It's all degrees, baby.
Come on, you know the policy:
We don't scream, we don't discriminate, we don't judge.
I'm not a shrink, I'm not a lawyer,
I'm not a priest, I'm not a cop.
We treat people who pay.
And Ted Cummings pays.
Where's my socks?
(brakes squeaking)
(doorbell rings)
Took a while.
(indistinct conversation over TV)
She drank my juice.
She drank your juice.
Doc, that juice is hand-squeezed by a Tibetan monk
and imported daily from Nagchu.
Keeps me centered.
I've been in this goddamn slump for weeks now.
I'm sorry, but that stuff gets to a ballplayer.
They all say it don't, but it does.
Yeah? Well...
that is gonna cost you 15 grand.
Right.
Okay.
You could have at least taken off your rings.
I know, Doc. I know.
Those are World Series rings.
You win them, you leave them on.
It's just what you do.
There ain't gonna be no next time, Doc.
I'm gonna get this thing under control.
Yeah, I just wanted to call you personally
and tell you to count me in for $100K.
You tell them kids I'll be making a personal appearance
as soon as the season's over.
(laughing): Come on.
I should be thanking you, sincerely.
You run a fine organization over there.
(snipping)
That's right.
It's "Cummings"... two Ms, not one.
All right, now.
(chuckles)
Can I give you some advice?
Don't drink his juice.
(door opens, bell jingles)
Sorry I'm late, bro.
Avoid the 405. Shit is backed up for miles.
Uh... what do you want today, bro?
- Same shit? - Same shit.
Okay. Steady and precise, like an egg timer.
You cook eggs, bro?
That's all I cook, man.
My doctor's got me on a paleo diet, like,
preagricultural and whatnot.
Like, what cavemen eat.
Yeah... Oh, bro, I was thinking, too,
most people I see,
they buy an eight ball from me in the afternoon,
next thing you know, I'm getting a call at midnight
asking me for more shit.
But not you, bro.
You know, you, you got,
uh, discipline. You know, I... (sniffs)
I respect it. It's admirable.
- Homeostasis. - Homey, what?
It's the property of a system... in this case, the human body...
which regulates its internal environments
so as to maintain a stable constant condition.
Some systems just need a little more help than others.
Yeah. (clears throat)
Yeah, that makes sense.
- Can I ask you a question, Manny? - Yeah. Sure.
You still giving Ted Cummings steroids?
Hell, no, bro. That shit's way too hot right now.
Why do you think he's having such a shitty season?
(laughs)
Hey, do you have time to look at a rash?
No.
(exhales) (sniffs)
(phone ringing)
_
Shit.
- (children laughing, shouting) - Whoa!
She is quite the cook. I mean, her Italian...
Oh... hey, hey, hey. Somebody having a party?
Will.
- You made it. - (sighs) Sure did.
Brought a gift, too. How sweet. If you could please thank Eve for us.
(laughs) Um, I'll get that to Elliot.
No, no, no, no. I'd kind of like to give it to him myself.
Oh, no. He's in the back playing with some friends.
I'll get it to him.
(sighs)
I thought you said he wouldn't remember. This is bad.
(sighs) It's fine.
Hey, I'm kind of parched. Do you happen to know where the bar is?
This is a children's party. I don't think there is one.
- There's no bar? - No.
Oh.
Ah, it's okay. I know where they keep the good stuff.
Know what I'm saying?
Okay.
♪
Sarah?
What are you... ? (laughs)
- Hi. (laughs) - (chuckles)
I... I did not think you'd be here.
What... what is wrong with people?
The kid is my godson, all right?
I never miss a birthday.
- Well, lucky me. (laughs) - (laughs)
What are you doing here?
Oh, I... I had a job interview at UCLA yesterday,
so I'm just in town for the weekend.
What... what... wait, you're... you're moving back?
Well, don't worry, I doubt I'll get the job.
I mean, I'm barely qualified.
Uh... you're overqualified at everything... you're brilliant.
Well, I dated you for four years.
I mean, how smart can I be?
I quit smoking.
Would you excuse me for just one second? I...
(inhaling)
(door opens)
(whispering): Rush.
Wh... Hey.
- No. N... not cool. - Sarah?
- This is my son's birthday... - You invite Sarah without telling me?
(laughs) Wait, did you even want me here?
- She's here for the weekend. - Oh.
And she's one of Laurel's best friends, you know?
- Mm. - You know what, to be honest,
- What? - ... you never show up.
What? I always show...
What is wrong with people?
(sighs): Oh, God. Sarah Peterson? I mean...
(sighs): God, how did I mess that up?
- Well, somehow you found a way. - That was rhetorical.
- I was a kid. - You were 30.
Barely.
(sighs) No, no. No, no. I... I remember now.
Sh... she was judgy. She had all these...
she had all these rules, you know.
I don't want to take my shoes off every time I go in a house.
Shoes? Who cares? Take off your shoes... it's okay.
- People take off their shoes. - I need to sober up.
No, no. E... easy. Easy.
Just one hit.
All right.
These birthday parties, they stress me out.
You're an E.R. doctor.
(inhales) I know.
I'm talking to my therapist about it.
You know, her being here, it's like that...
that, wh... what... what is that thing,
that thing that people in L.A. always talk about?
- Fate. - Fate.
It's like fate.
I... yeah. Listen, man,
if you're not gonna follow through with this,
- don't bother opening it up, all right? - I know. I know. I know. You're right.
(sighs)
- All right, let's put this out. - Yeah.
No. Let me get one more hit.
(sniffing)
How do I smell? Do I stink?
I don't know. My nose is kind of blocked.
Rush.
Oh...
(laughing): Hey, there he is.
How you doing? Hey, this party's off the hook.
- Thanks for the Lego. - Oh, you're welcome.
You know it's a cover, right?
I deposited another $5K
in that money market account I opened for you.
Now, remember, you only use it for...
- Emergencies. - Or... ?
BOTH: Really pretty women.
That's right.
And he's good with kids?
(sighs) Is this guy perfect or what?
Have dinner with me tonight.
- I don't think that's a good idea. - Come on, please.
Will, you and I are, uh...
Well, you're like Paxil, I'm like Thioridazine.
Oh.
Each one functions fine on its own.
Once or twice, you can take them together.
Might even... catch a pretty good buzz.
But repeated usage becomes...
- toxic and results in death. - Toxic and results in death.
Yeah.
GROUP: ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
It's just dinner.
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
Just sex, then? (chuckles)
- ♪ Happy birthday ♪ - Come on.
- ♪ Dear Elliot ♪ - I'm different. I'm better.
- Please, I promise. Come on, Sarah. - ♪ Happy birthday to you. ♪
- I really missed you. - (applause, cheering)
ALEX: Make a wish. Come on, buddy.
All right, now, blow out the candles.
(sighs) Oh, God. Fine.
(laughs) To dinner, not sex.
- LAUREL: Blow out the candles, honey. - ALEX: Okay, come on.
- All right. - LAUREL: Make a wish.
GROUP: Yay!
(whoops)
♪
(phone rings)
This is Rush.
We received an emergency call from Brentwood.
What is it?
It's a first.
Oh... that Billy Bloom.
- (man rapping indistinctly) - Bloom? No?
Hey, how you doing?
Mr. Bloom.
Wow, big fan.
It's very kind.
Listen, I think I broke my cock.
Uh, pardon me?
I've been sitting here with a broken cock
for two hours now. It is excruciating.
I should've just trusted my gut and jerked off.
(panting)
I go down on you for 45 minutes, and this is the thanks I get?
It wasn't 45 minutes.
Uh, may I... may I see?
- (groaning) - (sighs)
Okay. (sighs)
(exhales) Let's see.
(muttering in pain)
20 grand, cash.
What, you think I keep that kind of money lying around the house?
Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Bloom.
I believe my assistant informed you
that we require cash in advance
before we render any medical assistance, so...
Buddy...
why don't you look around the room?
This is Baccarat Crystal.
That painting on the wall right there,
that's worth almost 100 grand.
- 100 grand. Wow. - Tell you what,
why don't you Google how much I'm worth
after you are done fixing my cock?!
Now, please, this is killing me!
Again, really sorry.
- Uh... I mean, I can call you an ambulance. - No!
Goddamn!
God!
I don't want to read about my broken dick
when I'm checking out at Whole Foods, okay?
Doc, my films have grossed over a billion dollars worldwide.
I am a public figure, you understand me?
Now, please, this is an emergency.
Well, I... I only really deal in emergencies.
This is... this is standard.
This is standard?!
Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! (panting)
I'll double your fee.
40 grand.
I'll wire it directly into your account.
- By close of business today. - Okay!
Okay, I'll do it. Just... fix it.
All right.
(sighs)
Did you hear a pop?
(panting): Yeah. Is that bad?
Uh, you've ruptured your corpus cavernosum.
I am gonna have to drain it.
All right, I'm not gonna lie.
- This is probably gonna hurt. - Oh, God.
(whimpering)
(Rush sighs)
(line ringing)
EVE: Hello?
Did I mention Billy Bloom was supposed to wire
$40K to the account by close of business today?
Yes, you have.
And... no, he has not.
Well, that must be a mistake.
Can you check again, please?
Um...
actually, I'm... I'm gonna be off-line for a couple hours.
- Off-line? - Yeah.
I do have a life outside this job. You know that.
Who is it? Dry-Cleans His Jeans Guy?
None of your business.
What happened to cash up front?
I thought that was our policy.
It's under control, Eve.
Now, listen. No more calls tonight.
I don't care who it is. Don't care how much they offer.
Just, I don't know, say I'm out of town or something.
Hold on. Who is she?
(laughing): I've never heard you talk like this before.
My first love.
My only love, unless you count that night in Belize,
but I'm fairly certain that was the Vicodin talking.
Rush, are you sure this is... such a good idea?
Well, I don't know. You sure it's such a good idea
to go out with a guy who dry-cleans denim?
I mean, it seems a little compulsive.
Okay, good-bye. Enjoy your date.
Yeah. You, too.
(sighs)
(chuckling)
(Sarah gasps)
- You okay? - Me?
Yeah, sure, I'm fine. Fine.
♪
(clears throat)
Nice skirt.
Must be really popular.
I've seen a lot of girls wearing it tonight.
Oh...
I get it.
The whole compliment that's really an insult...
from that pickup book.
It's supposed to make me feel, like, a little insecure.
Supposed to make me long for your approval. (laughs)
Yeah... I don't want your approval.
You should try that crowd down there
at the end of the bar.
They seem a little more your speed.
Not as well-read.
Bye-bye.
You make that look easy.
Yes, I do have a knack for repelling men.
(both laughing)
What can I get for you?
Oh, just a glass of Shiraz. Thank you.
(cork pops)
I think you need a little more cover-up.
I'm sorry?
He's not gonna stop.
You know that, right? Your... your boyfriend.
He's not gonna stop hitting you.
Who are you?
I work for Will Rush.
Ted Cummings is a bad guy.
Okay.
Bad guys...
they don't change.
Trust me on this.
Look, um...
I appreciate the advice or whatever...
but if you don't get out of here right now,
I'm gonna call security.
Hey, what can I get you?
MAN: Yeah, we'll have another one.
WOMAN: Yes, please.
♪
- SARAH: It was right after I took the MCAT. - Mm-hmm.
You swept me off to Costa Rica.
- You got the presidential suite, - Oh.
which I have no idea how you paid for
because I know that you were broke.
You had them scatter those rose petals
- (laughs) all over the room. - No, I didn't.
You did that. That was not me. That was them.
That sounds a little cheesy.
No, it wasn't.
(laughs)
You know what? You actually do seem better.
I told you.
You still think about it?
Uh, well, I...
didn't do anything wrong.
State of California absolved me of any responsibility.
I got my license back.
And,
for what it's worth,
I haven't blacked out in three years,
I haven't lost my car in two,
I haven't been arrested since that night,
and I can't remember the last time
I got my ass kicked, so...
You never give up, do you?
Well, I won't make the same mistake twice.
You're a real asshole, Rush.
- Rush... - Mmm...
- Wait. - Mmm.
Wait. Wait, stop,
stop, stop, stop. We have to talk.
We have to talk.
Right now?
Yeah.
Okay.
Uh... okay.
I tested positive for the BRCA1 mutation.
That's...
that's okay. I mean,
not everyone with that gets cancer.
60 percent.
That's enough.
What, so... ?
Yeah.
Traded them in.
Okay, well, I... I understand
why you would do that. I mean, preemptive
- is the safest course of treatment, so... - It's done, Will.
- I am not asking you for your medical opinion. - No.
Of course not. I mean, I'm one of
the finest doctors in the country.
Why would you want my medical opinion?
(exhales)
Sorry. Um...
(sighs)
Damn, my head hurts.
(heartbeat pounding)
Ooh...
(muffled): You all right?
Mmm.
- Will... - Mmm.
What?
(phone ringing)
Do you have to get that?
- I told her no more calls. I... - It's not a problem. Just...
just go.
I... I'm sorry. It must be important.
What?
MANNY: I need your help.
Who is this?
It's me, Rush. It's Manny.
I'm off the clock, Manny.
I... I know, bro, I know.
There's been some trouble, Rush.
Some business associates of mine, they...
Business associates?
You know what I mean.
Yeah, yeah, I do. Not my crowd.
Please, brah. Shit is deep, bro.
This is deep. It's on me.
Look, I don't make this right, I'm done.
Do you hear me?
You hear what I'm saying, Rush?
(sighs) All right.
It's... it's an emergency.
- I'm sorry, I... - It's okay, Rush.
- No, no, it's not. - It's okay.
I will be gone an hour, tops.
Please, stay here.
I'll come back and we'll talk, okay?
I promise.
All right? I promise.
(man groans)
MAN: My God! Please!
(groaning)
Help me!
(man panting)
It hurts.
It hurts so bad.
Please. Please!
You need to help me.
Could I have some room, please? Some room? Thank you.
- Doctor... - Yeah.
- Please... - What's your name?
- Julio. - Julio?
- Yeah. - Stop talking, all right?
(moans)
Oh, Christ.
All right, this... this man's
in serious condition and he's losing a lot of blood.
We need to get him to a hospital.
That's not an option, Doc.
No, no, no. It's the only option.
I'm sure you'll think of something.
(Julio moans)
JULIO: My God!
(moans)
(phone ringing)
I gotta get it.
I'm on call.
(music stops)
(panting)
Rush. I'm here.
Yo, Harold, what's up?
Uh, listen, I need some help.
- What you need, brother? - Uh, I need blood.
Wish I could help you, man.
You want blood, you gotta go inside.
Aw, shit.
- (dialing) - Problem, Doc?
No, just give me... just give me a minute.
No way. No, I'm not doing that.
RUSH: Alex, come on, man. Please.
Please. Have I ever called you
for anything like this before?
"No" is the answer to that question.
Trust me, I would not be asking
unless it were very, very important.
MANNY: Rush...
Bro...
I'm sorry, man.
I don't know what to say except
- I'm sorry, Rush. - Shut up. Grab something heavy.
(sirens wail in distance)
(monitor beeping steadily)
- Whoa. No, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no. - Hey! Hey!
Open it.
Good.
I took it from
controlled storage 19 minutes ago.
- You got 11 to get it into him. - RUSH: Thanks.
- So we have to move fast. - Thank you. You can leave.
No.
What?
I'm not leaving you like this.
You have a wife, you have a kid.
Leave.
- Will... - Leave.
You have exactly nine minutes and 36 seconds.
All right. Thank you.
I don't want to die.
No, I would imagine not.
I'm a good man, Doctor.
I have a kid.
Yeah?
I have a little two-year-old kid.
I want to see all the great shit
- she's gonna do in her life. Please... - Now, go to sleep,
- all right? - Don't let me...
I'm... I'm...
I'm a good m...
RUSH: Yeah?
Well, I hate to break it to you,
but good men don't normally wind up in situations like this.
Okay.
All right.
(exhales)
No!
Who's she?
Sonya, my sister.
His wife.
(sighs)
- No! - RUSH: All right,
I have got a wicked hangover setting in right now,
so can you keep the screaming to a minimum?
(crying): But what are you doing to him?
I think he's been shot in his spleen. I'm going to remove it.
If you don't like it, the door's right there.
(screaming in Spanish)
(Sonya sobbing, speaking Spanish)
(speaking Spanish)
Okay.
Whoa, whoa. What just happened?
You tell me, Doc!
We blew a fuse.
All right, let me think. Uh, okay, I... I need... I need light.
I need cell phones, lighters, anything you got.
Everybody over here, okay? Come on.
Faster, faster, come on!
Manny.
Manny, I need you there, now.
I need you to breathe for him, okay? Hold that.
All right.
Come on. Come on.
There you go. Nice and slow.
Keep that going, all right?
All right? Nice and slow.
- Is he okay, Doc? - RUSH: I don't know. I don't know.
I'm going in.
All right.
Okay.
(grunts)
Okay.
All right.
Closer, please.
More light. Thank you.
(sobbing)
All right, keep pumping, Manny.
Out you come.
There we go.
Okay. Okay.
Is he okay, Doc?
Doc! Is he okay?
Yeah.
- Yeah, he's okay. - Oh... praise God.
(Sonya crying)
RUSH: All right.
Fill these out immediately.
His condition changes at all,
you call my assistant right away.
Hey, Doc.
If you ever need anything, anything at all,
don't ever hesitate to ask. (speaks Spanish)
All right. You and me?
We're cool.
(grunts) Uh... there we go.
That's nice.
- (kisses) - Oh.
You... owe me.
So glad I caught you.
They told me you checked out.
What? Oh.
You should've seen the other guy.
Is that a Bellini?
- Mmm. - I was just about to leave, actually.
All right. Well, wait, wait, wait, wait. Just... wait.
You know, you could've told me, Sarah.
I could've handled it.
Just like how you handled last night?
Come in, it's...
different.
You're not better, Will.
The moment anything gets real, you get out.
I can't have you be that way with me.
But it's, uh... it's okay.
Because I get it now.
I can't count on you like that.
You take care of yourself, Rush.
Yeah.
You, too.
I got the job, by the way.
I think your e-mail to the head of pediatrics helped.
Well, I... I think you'd really like Silver Lake.
They have a great farmer's market on Saturdays.
Yeah, I remember how you used to like
- to get up on weekends. - Will...
Do stuff like that.
I'll try not to bump into you.
Okay.
♪
(CD skipping)
Really?
(cell phone ringing)
(music stops)
Can you install a damn iPod in this car?!
You need to get to Ted Cummings' house.
(laughing): No, no. What I need is a shower.
Now, Rush!
Christ!
(tires screech)
(keys jingling)
What are you doing here?
He said she was unconscious.
Ted!
- Where is she? - Over here to the right.
She won't even look at me, Doc.
She can't never look at me when I have a bad game.
I'm telling you, man,
she was saying all this crazy stuff.
- Is she dead? - Close.
B... but you can help her, right? I m... mean, what do you need, Doc?
How much? I love that girl, man. I'll do whatever it takes!
Yeah? Well, she needs to get to a hospital.
I'll call.
Who the hell are you anyway?
You the one talking to my girl?
Yeah, she told me someone came to her at work.
That you? You the one that did that?
Ted, I said she needs to go to a hospital immediately.
I can't have people knowing my business like that.
I mean, can't you just see SportsCenter tomorrow?
All right, listen. I know a guy, okay?
He's got his own ambulance service. It's unmarked.
He can be here in 20 minutes. No one would know.
And it can't touch me? You're sure about that?
- Will! - No one would know.
You have my word.
Fine.
- Fine! Okay! - Call!
Just as long as you keep my name out of it.
I was just trying to help.
(siren wails)
Gave you an extra $10K, Doc.
You got me out of some deep shit this time, man.
Just give me the money, Ted.
She's gonna be okay, though, right?
None of this is gonna come back to me, right?
I'm leaving now, Ted.
Right, right. You should go.
Thanks again.
I can always count on you, Doc.
What?
I said, "I can always count on you."
You okay, Doc?
What are you doing?
Doc! Aah!
(yelling)
(crying) I'll call you an ambulance.
Just, uh, you know,
keep my name out of it.
(door opens, closes)
Hey.
I, um, didn't think I'd see you here.
Thought you hated hospitals.
With a passion.
Look.
Uh, if, uh...
we're gonna continue this,
there's something you have to understand.
What we do is complicated.
It's not about feelings.
We cannot care, okay?
- I know, Rush, I... - We don't give a shit.
- Okay. - All right?
I got it.
Good.
It's important.
So, Ted Cummings was admitted to the E.R.
Heard he had a nasty fall.
Oh.
Looks like he's gonna be out of the lineup for a while.
Well, you know, it's probably for the best.
I mean, he was having a terrible year.
Yeah.
Poor guy.
You know that...
if we follow your rules,
you and I never would've met, right?
Well, yeah.
You're an exception.
Hey, um,
this might not be the best time to tell you this, but, um,
Billy Bloom never paid.
(quiet laugh)
It's under control.
BLOOM: Come on, guys! You can't just go
into somebody's house and pull things off the wall!
Fellas, that is worth twice what I owe him.
I'll keep the change, ese.
(steady beeping)
♪
(door opens)
I'm not homeless.
(cell phone rings)
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(CD skipping)
Come on. Come on!
Seriously?!
Ah, screw this.
(CD continues skipping)
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