A week from tomorrow, at last!
The longest worm finally turns.
Formally Sullivan's saloon,
now Michael Ryan's cafe,
office at the hospital.
Michael Ryan himself
speaking.
Who? Ah, Dr. R.D. Harding!
Why didn't you say so
in the first place?
I'll be over before you
can say "Jack Robinson."
Clancy! Come in here!
I gotta run over
to the hospital
on important business.
That's mine, Vernon.
It's just
the right size
for a honeymoon.
Take it down, please.
Dr. R.D. Harding,
report at once to the fourth floor.
Dr. R.D. Harding...
Uh, you'll have to
excuse me, miss Byrd.
Get the trunk down first.
I, uh... I can't.
I... i feel a little sick.
I think I'll go home
and see a doctor.
Go home?
Why, this is
a hospital. It's
full of doctors.
Yeah, I know, but...
This doctor at my house
owes me a little money,
so I think I'll just
let him work it out.
Take down that trunk!
You know, Mary, at your wedding
I'm going to
forget that I'm the
superintendent of nurses
and take one drink,
and I'll need all
the next day to get
rid of my hangover.
After one drink,
an all-day hangover...
I wish I could buy
that kind of whiskey.
Whoa ohh ohh!
Oh, for heaven's sake,
what are you doing?
Oh, I always
get down that way
when I'm in a hurry.
What's the matter with him?
There's something wrong.
What's come over everybody lately?
You too, Mary.
Well, Molly, ever since
we actually set the date,
I find myself wondering
if marrying Jimmy's
the right thing to do.
Oh, don't be silly.
You run along now
and get into your
street clothes
or you'll miss your own
wedding rehearsal.
Everybody expects such
great things of him.
It would be terrible
if getting married could
handicap his career.
Marriage helps a man's career.
And what's more,
Jimmy Kildare's
meant for you,
and you for him.
Why, I'm surprised at you, Mary.
It's the man that's
supposed to get panicky
just before the wedding.
That's why they
throw stag parties
the night before,
so as to sort of float
him into matrimony.
Well, Jimmy and I can't call it off...
We're only the bride and groom.
The important figure at
this wedding is the man who's
going to give the bride away.
My hat!
Walter, you're not only
the head of this hospital,
but you're also
just about the snappiest
dresser I know.
How do I look?
Leonard,
I guess the best
word that
describes you
is, um...
Is "different."
My chair! Come on!
Parker, you like
this outfit, don't you?
You're actually
going to wear that
masquerade outfit
to give the bride away?
Miss Parker,
I paid $125
for this outfit.
When?
Oh, a while ago.
What's the date inside the coat?
Conover...
You like this,
don't you?
I got a cousin's got
an outfit exactly like that,
and he's a very
high-class undertaker.
Hello?
Dr. R.D. Harding?
But this is
Dr. Gillespie's office.
Harding?
Dr. Harding?
It was
a mistake.
Wrong office.
Hey!
Where are you going?
I've got to see a man.
Harding?
Harding?
That's odd.
What's odd about it?
Dr. Harding...
I heard his name
on the loudspeaker
as I came down
the hall, and only
yesterday,
my secretary
had a message
about Dr. Harding
and she disappeared for an hour.
Say, what's going on
in this hospital?
Well, why don't you
call Dr. Harding in
and find out?
Well, that's just the point:
There's isn't any
Dr. Harding connected
to the hospital.
Conover!
Yes, sir?
Do you know anything about
this mysterious Dr. Harding?
Who, me?
Ohh, look at that
picture of innocence.
Get out of here!
Leonard, I know it's after hours,
but I came here to ask you a favor.
I knew that the minute you came in.
There's a patient
outside...
a Mrs. Worth.
Oh, yes, yes, I remember.
You sent her to me,
and I turned her over
to Kildare.
Yes, Kildare sent me this note:
"If you want to tell
Mrs. Worth the truth,
"her case is hopeless.
She'll never be able
to have a child.
Kildare."
Have you told her yet?
No.
She says that
Kildare didn't
even give her
a complete checkup.
Wait, wait, wait a minute
now. Wait a minute.
I'm familiar with that case.
Will you let me talk to her
as the situation warrants?
Certainly... I'll bring her in.
Hold on, hold on now!
She'll have to wait
till Kildare gets back.
She's his patient, you know.
Yes, of course.
That'll give you time to change.
Well, go ahead!
Laugh if you want to!
You may not know it,
but this is the correct attire
for a well-dressed gentleman.
Thanks for telling me.
Well, I wanted to see
how I looked in my
wedding clothes, too.
Very beautiful, Jimmy.
As a matter of fact,
we're both beautiful.
Yes, yes, yes!
To be sure, to be sure.
Oh! I hate to be
a killjoy, Jimmy,
but Dr. Carew's got your
Mrs. Worth out there
waiting for you.
Uh-oh.
Conover!
Conover!
All right, you may sit up now.
Thank you.
Well, Mrs. Worth,
we've now examined you
with practically
every instrument known
to medical science,
except perhaps a shoehorn.
Dr. Gillespie,
you understand that
Mrs. Worth was
warned 5 years ago
by a physician
about the use of alcohol.
Oh, yes, and I
haven't had too much
to drink since then.
You mean
you never have enough
to make you drunk.
Not once.
Never drunk...
you just drink
enough every day
to keep your brain
and your body
steeped in poison,
so that year after year,
it's been eating away
at your muscles,
your nerves, and your reflexes,
until now, at last, when you
really want to have a child,
it's impossible.
No.
But this is too cruel.
It's too dreadful.
I'll stop drinking.
I promise you, I shall
never take another drink
again as long as I live.
Mrs. Worth, you
had your warning
5 years ago,
and now it's too late.
That's what
I told Dr. Carew
this morning.
But... I'm sorry.
Parker.
Parker,
let Mrs. Worth
lie down
for a few minutes.
A man can only destroy his own life.
A woman can destroy
the god-given generation
that might make her life complete.
Oh, I'm sorry.
And I think you're
going to be sorrier.
I've just been
looking for you.
Oh?
Do you know any Dr. Harding
in this institution?
Harding? No. As
a matter of fact...
Of course you don't,
because there isn't any
Dr. Harding here.
I know that.
His name is being used
as a secret signal.
Signal? For what?
For some mysterious meetings
that are being held in this hospital.
Who? What about?
Orderlies, nurses,
everybody... and nobody
will admit they know
anything about it.
Hmm.
It's very simple:
You find out
what it is,
and report to me.
Sure.
Who is it?
It's me... Leo Cobb.
Hey, you... Leo Cobb.
Why haven't you been
to our meetings?
I had a couple of days
off, and I went to...
Oh, we don't want
to hear your
life history.
Tell him, Mike.
We're collecting money
to give Dr. Kildare
a wedding present.
Well, what's so secret about... shh!
Hospital regulations,
"no soliciting or collecting of funds
for any purpose
whatsoever."
Give me $2.00.
Honestly, I'd love to,
but I'm a little short
this week.
All right, then
I'll lend you $2.00,
and if you don't
pay it back to me
by Saturday,
I can take it
out of your hide.
All right.
Now give it back to me.
Sally, put him down
for $2.00.
Gee, that makes $54 altogether!
We ought to get
a pretty nice
present for that.
And now we've got
to make up our minds.
This is the fourth meeting we've had,
and we haven't been able
to agree on a present
to give him,
so please, everybody,
be a little bit agreeable!
I got an idea!
A beautiful coffee table,
with a glass top, and fancy legs.
No.
Well, here we are, back to
where we were 3 meetings ago.
Now, how about
that beautiful red
overstuffed divan
with a chair to match...
All right, then somebody
else make a suggestion.
I'm through!
Hey, I got it!
How about an encyclopedia
in 15 volumes?
No!
No!
Oh, no, no!
We'll never have the present ready.
They'll have to postpone the wedding.
All through for the day, Parker?
I suppose I can go on in.
There's still one
patient left inside.
Does it look like a long session?
Jimmy and I have a train to catch.
I can't tell.
The patient's Dr. Lockberg.
Dr. Lockberg,
the cancer
specialist?
What's the matter with him?
He's been here 4 times this month.
I guess Dr. Gillespie
hasn't found out yet.
Dr. Gillespie,
will you be quiet?
I'll have you know
right now that
I'm the doctor
and you're only the patient.
Hey, Lockberg, what do you
know about cancer anyway?
You've given me 4 examinations
in the last 3 weeks
and you haven't told me
a doggone thing.
Well, I'm not going
to tell you anything,
either, till I'm ready.
When's that gonna be?
Oh... about 5 weeks.
5 weeks? Go on home,
I'll doctor myself.
Oh, no. We made a deal.
You're leaving
next Monday for
a month's stay
in my sanitorium.
I wouldn't go to your place
if it was next to a nudist camp.
Now just a minute. I'm
in on this deal, too.
I put off my wedding until the first
because you promised
to go to Lockberg's
while I was on my honeymoon.
All right now!
There's no necessity
for raising your voice.
All right, Lockberg,
I'll go to your place
the day after the wedding.
You know, Jimmy, my word's
as good as my bond.
Yes, and I believe you so implicitly
that I'm going to
take you down to
the train myself.
All right! Good-bye!
Good-bye, Leonard.
Come on, Jimmy!
Excuse me for busting
in on you like this,
Dr. Gillespie,
but Jimmy and I
are supposed to
catch a train
for dartford,
Connecticut,
in just 20 minutes.
Train?
Didn't you tell him?
I forgot all about it.
What are you waiting for?
Go on, change your clothes again.
Hey, I hope
you remembered
the wedding.
It's next Sunday, noon sharp!
How do you like that?
He's supposed
to take me to
his mother's
for a wedding rehearsal,
and he forgets all about it!
Well, you're going to
marry a doctor, Mary.
This is just the beginning.
But you're pretty happy, aren't you?
Dr. Gillespie, I'll be
through here Wednesday,
and next Sunday we'll be married.
In between, you'll be
pretty busy, so...
I want to thank you now
for everything.
Mary, you deserve everything...
Even Jimmy.
He's my hope for the future.
He can be a great doctor.
He's my future, too.
There's just one thing
to remember, Mary:
A doctor's a doctor
for 24 hours a day.
The rest of the time,
he can be a husband.
I realize that.
I wonder if you do realize it.
I wonder if you realize
a doctor swears away all his
rights as a human being.
He doesn't belong to himself
or to his wife;
he just belongs to medicine.
Ah! Come on, Mary.
Good-bye, Dr. Gillespie.
See you first thing
Monday morning.
Oh, be sure to phone if you want me.
Why should I want you?
Go on, get out of here, both of you!
Give my best regards to
your mother and father.
I will, thanks.
So long.
So long!
Next patient!
What are you standing there,
goggling at me for?
Why don't you send in
the next patient?
There aren't any patients.
I sent them home.
You did what?!
You ought to take the evening off.
Naturally, anybody would be upset
when a young man
that close to them
gets married.
Well, perhaps you're right.
I think I'll go to my room.
Thank you, Parker.
Going down?
Excuse me, please.
Hey. You don't
have to marry me
if you don't want to.
Jimmy, it'll be
too late to back out
once we get to dartford.
Are you crazy?
No.
I just heard that
all men weaken
before the wedding.
Oh. Well,
not this man.
I'm so much in love with you,
I don't know what
I ever thought about
before I met you.
Going down?
So...
Let's have no more of that, hortense.
We're engaged,
we've been engaged
for 7 years,
and we're going to stay engaged.
All right, Edgar,
but if you really want to marry me,
it's time you did something
about your wife.
Well, she just won't
give me a divorce.
Well, what about junior?
He's 6 years old now,
and the neighbors are
beginning to talk.
It's no use.
I've beat her up
50 times;
she just won't leave me.
Watch your step, please.
There's one sure way
of getting rid of her.
What's that?
You're a doctor, aren't you?
Oh, no, no, no,
hortense.
That's horrible.
I wouldn't dare.
It's being done every day.
No, I couldn't.
It's too awful.
I'm afraid.
A few harmless-looking
pills in her coffee...
who'd ever know?
I'd know.
You'd know.
Her ghost would
come between us
as long as we lived.
Give me the pills.
I'll do it, coward.
Ok, I'll do it.
You'll do it tonight?
Yes, tonight.
Main floor.
You two certainly had me
fooled for a minute!
Oh! Ha ha ha!
A message
for you,
Dr. Kildare.
Oh, excuse me, honey.
Oh, now don't tell me
we can't even go
to our own wedding rehearsal!
No, no. Just some papers
I forgot to sign.
You just sit down for
one second and be quiet...
I'll be right back.
Come in.
Oh, just a moment, Kildare, please.
A little more light
for this exposure,
please.
Ok.
Ready?
I'll show you the negative
in 11 minutes, sir.
Kildare...
Obviously,
Dr. Gillespie
doesn't intend
to come with me to the sanitorium.
Oh, I'll have something
to say about that.
I don't mean to hit him
over the head with a bottle,
but I think he'll go
with you on Monday.
Good.
Exactly what do you know
of his condition?
I need to have him
in my own hands
for a full month.
Well, what's the worst we can expect?
That he may not
be with us
for very long.
Well... what's the best
we can expect?
Well, I'll let you
know that at the end
of the month.
Well, doctor, I believe
that Leonard Gillespie has
a great affection for me.
I've never taken advantage
of that affection,
but in this, I believe
I'm justified in doing so.
I can promise you that
Dr. Gillespie will be with you
for the month you need.
Oh, thanks very much.
That's just what
I wanted to hear.
Fine.
Psst!
Psst!
Come on in.
Quiet, everybody.
Go on in the laboratory,
and for goodness sake,
decide on something.
Let's give him a pair of lovebirds
in a hand-painted cage.
Oh, no!
Shh!
Hey, why are we meeting here?
Because we've nearly been caught
in every other place in the building.
Gillespie told me if he
found me doing anything,
he'd say I had measles
and have me quarantined.
Don't worry... Dr. Gillespie's
in his bedroom for the night.
I'll be in just as soon as I lock up.
What's the matter with you?
Not a thing. You
came in so suddenly.
What you need's a good nerve tonic.
A, b, c, d, up to...
Uh, where's Dr. Gillespie?
He's gone to bed.
Well, he can't be asleep.
I'm going in there.
I wouldn't go in,
miss Byrd.
Why not?
Well, he's not himself tonight.
That'll be a welcome relief.
What happened?
When I sent all
the patients home,
all he said was, "thank you, Parker,"
as meek as Moses.
Oh, that's bad.
Ordinarily, he'd cut your throat.
I expected him to.
I'm worried,
miss Byrd.
All the more reason
for me to see him.
He left very
definite orders
not to be disturbed.
Well...
That settles it.
Parker, get me an evening paper.
I'll find something to
take his mind off Kildare.
Yes, miss Byrd...
What are you
waiting for? Scat!
Happy new year!
You know perfectly well
it isn't new year's.
Yes, but you don't.
I've just been going
through this trunk here.
I don't know why
people want to save
junk like that.
Say, are you here for
any particular reason,
or are you just going
around the hospital
frightening people?
No business... personal.
I knew Jimmy Kildare
wouldn't be here...
Ah! Now I get you.
I'm just a poor, lonely,
deserted old man
who needs comforting.
I didn't say that.
I just came here to suggest,
now that Jimmy's time off
belongs to Mary...
Maybe you ought to find
some new interest.
Oh. Well, what do
you suggest?
Collecting birds' eggs?
Or would you like me
to knit you a sweater?
Well, I don't know, Leonard.
When I first met you,
you used to be interested
in everything...
Photography, canoeing...
Say, I'd almost forgotten!
You used to play the piano.
Why don't you go back to your music?
It might give you a lot of pleasure.
Music!
I'd look fine playing boogie-woogie.
Here, miss Byrd.
You certainly don't need
to sit here moping,
with us looking out for you.
If you two think I need
any fool diversions
just because
Jimmy Kildare's
getting married,
you're a couple of blithering idiots!
Marriage or no marriage,
Jimmy Kildare's
first love was medicine!
It always was, and always will be!
If you two won't get
out of here, I will!
Sure...
Kildare's first love
was always medicine,
but from now on,
Mary will come
second.
Dr. Gillespie's
gonna run
a poor third.
Oh! They'll never get out!
Say, are you going crazy, too?
Ohh!
Go on! Keep right on going!
Don't stop to say good-bye.
If ever I try to say
a friendly word
to you again,
I hope I choke on it!
What's that?
I didn't hear anything.
Hey, you!
Come on out of there!
Hey, hold it!
Now what's all this about?
I can tell you:
These people
have been holding
secret meetings,
planning to go out on strike.
Strike?
Yes. Shame on you!
Plotting to strike in a hospital
full of helpless invalids.
I've... I've a notion to
fire every one of you!
Would you mind
if I spoke a few
words to them?
Thank you.
Now, suppose you tell miss Byrd
just exactly
what the object of
this meeting was.
Well, we've collected $54,
and we've been trying
to decide on what
to buy Dr. Kildare
for a wedding present.
How did you know all about this?
An eagle told me.
Well, I...
I'm happy to know
that you're planning
to buy a present.
Now beat it!
Well, have you
got any more
bright ideas
on how to run
the hospital
or my life?
Yes. Don't shut yourself up
in this medicine cabinet
and read all night.
Well, miss Byrd,
you've just missed
the $64 question.
I'm going out this evening.
Fine! Where
are you going?
Wrestling matches.
Wrestling's Thursday night.
But I'll tell you what is going on:
A symphony concert, with
Labardi himself conducting.
Symphony concert...
Go on, beat it, and
don't come back here
till you get rid
of that strange
female notion
that a man's lonely
because he's alone.
Symphony concert!
Violin players!
60 men pulling the tail of a horse
across the intestines of a cat!
That was fine, boss.
Now do we go home?
No, my friend,
that was just the intermission.
Hot dog.
Hello there,
Dr. Gillespie.
Why, Mr. Chanler,
how are you?!
How's that beautiful
daughter of yours?
Well and happy.
And she still thinks
you and Jimmy Kildare
are the greatest
doctors in the world.
We are.
Sit down before somebody
else steals that seat.
I wouldn't worry.
This is my box.
I saw you coming in,
and I told them to put you here.
Oh, of course that's so.
You're the principle
backer of this outfit,
aren't you?
Well...
Be a pretty dismal
world without music.
Yes, sirree.
Are you a musician, too?
No, I missed that pleasure.
Well, then you've never lived.
When I was still wet behind the ears,
if you could get a gal into a canoe
and pick away on your mandolin
while you were singing
"moonlight bay"
with a catch in your voice,
brother, that girl was yours.
Say, would you like to meet Labardi?
We've still got time.
Oh, it'd be a great privilege.
Well, come on.
Just a second, just a...
You know, people are funny sometimes
about meeting doctors.
Suppose you introduce
me as "Mr. Gillespie"?
Surely. Surely.
All right.
Conover?
Hello there, Labardi.
Good evening, chanler.
You got my message.
Thanks for coming back.
This radio contract...
Don't worry,
if there's
anything wrong
we'll straighten it out.
My I present my friend,
a great music-lover,
Mr. Leonard
Gillespie.
It's doubly an honor
after being out front tonight.
Thank you, sir.
Chanler...
I don't believe I can take on
the added responsibility
for this tremendous radio contract.
I...
I just can't do it.
I've been working on it a year.
You said it was
the great dream
of your whole life...
To bring
the best music
into people's home
with the finest
orchestra ever
assembled...
With no restrictions, no advertising.
Well, surely this
is a great ambition,
Mr. Labardi.
Oh, yes,
Mr. Gillespie...
10 years ago.
Today my gray hairs
are catching up with me.
What's wrong with you, Labardi?
Oh, nothing.
Absolutely nothing,
except that I'm a little tired.
Tonight, for instance,
as a music-lover,
were you satisfied, sir?
I felt that the orchestra
did not seem to respond.
Did you feel that, too?
No, I did not.
I think it was your fault.
The men did a workman-like job.
Gillespie!
But the conductor
was far from inspired.
And who are you
to voice such
an opinion?
Will you excuse us a moment, please?
Certainly.
Maestro, I didn't come here
to criticize you as
a musical authority.
I'm just a doctor.
My name is Leonard Gillespie.
Doctor.
Now, with the kindest
motives in the world,
I would advise you
to see someone in my profession...
Someone in whom you
have complete trust.
I assure you, doctor,
I've never felt better in my life.
I'm a little tired, that's all.
Well, then, why are you
afraid to see a doctor?
Good night, doctor.
Good night, maestro.
Mr. Labardi,
I think you're
a very fine musician.
I only came here tonight
because I
thought I could
be of some help.
But I see now
that genius is
still unreasonable.
I ought to know,
because I'm a genius myself.
Conover!
Good night, maestro.
Sorry to keep you waiting!
Go in there and take off
all your clothes.
What's that?!
It's a piano.
A piano!
Yeah, a piano
for Dr. Gillespie.
Where do you want it?
What would I want with a piano?
It's a special rush delivery
for Dr. Gillespie, m.D.,
with a stool.
If you're
Dr. Gillespie, m.D.,
this is your piano with a stool.
Get out of here, Parker!
I'll handle this!
I told that nitwit salesman
to deliver this piano at midnight,
and you bring it here at noon.
Go on, take it in the bedroom.
A piano?!
Well, beat me, daddy, 8 to the bar.
I never saw it before!
Take it out of here!
No, put it in the bedroom.
You ordered that piano,
and you are not gonna send it back
just because I caught
you smuggling it.
Stop! I don't know
a thing about it!
Take it out of here!
Put it into the bedroom.
No you don't!
Now look, mister,
the next time you want
a musical instrument,
and you don't know where you want it,
buy a piccolo!
Come on, Joe.
And now that you have a piano,
how'd you like
the concert
last night?
You can't make a liar
out of me, Molly Byrd.
I went to that concert.
Oh.
Well, what bad news have you got now?
There's a Mr. Labardi
outside to see you.
Lab... Labardi?!
Yes, doctor.
Show him in.
He's just about the greatest
symphony conductor in the country.
Labardi here?
And that piano is for
purely medical purposes.
Labardi must have a very odd disease.
Huh.
A perfect combination...
Disease, odd.
Doctor crazy.
Oh, come in, Mr. Labardi.
Come in.
How do you do?
A chair, please.
Sit down!
And get a couple of orderlies,
and tell them to put this piano
in my bedroom...
Without any comments!
Sit down.
Are you surprised to see
me here, Dr. Gillespie?
Why, yes, as a matter of fact,
I'm quite surprised.
But sit down.
Or would you be more comfortable
leaning against the piano?
What reason have you for thinking
that I need a doctor's help?
Well, now, suppose you tell me.
Last night,
I asked Mr. Chanler
about you.
He told me about
his daughter
being cured.
Therefore, I trust you.
Because, if what I'm
going to tell you now
gets out,
my career is ruined.
No one will ever hear
anything from me.
What you suspected
at the concert last night was true.
The orchestra was not at fault.
It was I.
Doctor...
I am losing my hearing.
I'm... I'm going deaf.
Now, perhaps it isn't
as bad as you fear.
But you don't realize
what it means for
a musician to be deaf.
Beethoven.
Now, if I remember correctly,
Beethoven lost his hearing,
and then wrote his
best music afterwards.
But Beethoven was a composer.
He could hear with his mind
and then write down the notes.
I am an interpreter of music.
Without the perfect ear, I'm useless.
When did this deafness begin?
It began during a cold.
At first, the high notes...
The treble...
They seemed to linger
and vibrate in my head.
Now it seems to run in stages.
Sometimes that...
That ringing inside my head
drives me frantic.
And then other times...
Like last night
when I was conducting...
They seemed like...
Like an invisible blanket...
Hanging between the orchestra and me,
muffling the sound.
And each time that...
That blanket
seems to grow thicker and thicker.
And you've never been to a doctor?
I was afraid.
I didn't dare to do anything
that would hint Labardi's ill.
And then Labardi's going deaf.
Shh!
Now, steady.
I see now why you didn't dare
to tackle that
imposing radio program.
But I can't think of
anything more important
right now
than to keep your great talent alive
for a troubled world.
But I'm almost losing my mind.
Only you can help me.
I don't know what will happen.
Listen, Labardi,
go and lie down in my
bedroom for a while.
Because after you've
relaxed a few minutes,
I'm coming in and going to start
taking you apart.
Would you mind opening the door?
Thank you, doctor.
Parker.
Parker!
Oh, phone upstairs
right away, will you,
and tell them to send down
that pamphlet that came
from Sweden yesterday?
"Dr. Rasmussen
on the inner ear."
Right away, sir, but...
And when you make out
the case history
for Mr. Labardi,
be sure you put him down
as a severe case of athlete's foot.
Yes, sir, athlete's foot.
And Dr. Lockberg
wants to see you
for just one minute.
Oh.
Oh! Hello!
Hello!
Hello there.
How are you?
Glad to see you!
Say, I was just going to phone you.
I'm sorry I won't
be able to go away
with you Monday.
But I bought the tickets.
Here they are.
They're next compartment to mine.
I'm sorry, we'll have to put it off.
You know, duty calls.
A most important case
has just turned up.
Doctor's oath, you know.
All that sort of thing.
Patients come first and...
Well, go on!
Why don't you start yelling?
Well, why should I care?
Any time will do.
There's no rush.
Suit yourself.
Long distance.
I want to speak to
Dr. James Kildare.
Person-to-person call,
dartford, Connecticut.
Now, Dr. Jimmy,
as the bride approaches,
you take one step towards her.
And you,
Dr. Stephen,
as best man, stand right behind.
And this is my place.
Now, Mrs. Kildare,
you're going to
be Dr. Gillespie.
And now the dear little flower girl.
Now, Anna Mae.
You know what uncle Stephen told you.
I don't want to be the flower girl.
I want to be the bride.
Anna Mae!
I want to be the bride!
Mary's going to be
the bride, darling.
I don't care.
I want to marry Jimmy Kildare.
Do you
want to go to bed
without your supper?
Let me talk to her.
Look, honey...
You're only 6 years old,
and that's too young to get married.
The hillbillies do.
Why can't I be a hillbilly?
Well...
I'll tell you what.
I'll marry him this time,
and you marry him next time, huh?
Then he'll be secondhand.
Let me talk to her.
Oh, a student of
child psychology, eh?
Absolutely.
Now, Anna Mae,
you do what your aunt Martha says
or I'll turn you over my knee
and beat the daylights out of you.
I've changed my mind.
I want to be the flower girl.
A true understanding
of the child mind
is all that's necessary.
Now, ready?
Positions everyone, please.
Ready, Mrs. Lewis!
Now, Dr. Jimmy,
one step only to meet the bride.
And now the actual ceremony,
which we've rehearsed.
So and so and so and so,
man and wife.
And then you kiss the bride.
We can imagine the kiss.
Uh-huh.
Well, for an imaginary kiss, son,
that's really something.
Jimmy, you better wipe off
that imaginary lipstick.
And now the recessional music.
Mrs. Lewis!
And then you march off.
One more week, Mary.
One more week.
7 long days.
Somebody else didn't
get their invitation.
Dr. Jimmy!
New York is calling.
Uh, hello.
Oh, yes.
Dr. Kildare,
I know you'll appreciate
my reluctance, but...
I had no alternative but to withdraw
from the Dr. Gillespie case.
Withdraw, but...
Dr. Lockberg,
you mustn't, you can't.
Dr. Gillespie's
just told me
that he'll not be coming to
the sanatorium Monday.
Dr. Kildare, if you
have any influence
over him at all,
now is the time to use it.
Otherwise, I must wash my hands
of the whole responsibility.
Dr. Lockberg, I'm
taking the first train.
I'll be there in a couple of hours.
Yes, thanks.
Good-bye.
But, Dr. Kildare,
I thought you were in dartford.
This is Sunday, isn't it?
It is Sunday, all right.
Where's
Dr. Gillespie?
In there with a patient.
Oh.
Please, no one's to go in.
It's a confidential matter.
It's Mr. Labardi
with a very bad case
of athlete's foot.
Labardi, the orchestra conductor?
Are you kidding?
Dr. Gillespie says
it's athlete's foot,
so it's athlete's foot
no matter what anybody says.
Ok.
Parker, do you think you can find out
how long
Dr. Gillespie
will be busy
without him knowing I'm here?
I can try.
And if I find out anything,
I'll be surprised myself.
Well, nosy, what do you want?!
Excuse me,
this is supposed
to be my Sunday off.
May I go now, please?
No, no, no.
I'm only gonna be a few minutes,
but I don't want to be disturbed.
Yes, doctor.
Thank you very much.
Dimwit.
Excuse the ignorant help
around here, Labardi.
Let's get going again.
B flat.
A sharp.
C.
A above high c.
Well, you're hearing's true enough.
Yes, but the high notes
still go through my
head like a knife.
Well, maestro, we're getting places.
That vibration in your head
is what we call
a high-pitched tinnitus.
Obviously the next
step is to find out
what causes it.
The only important thing is...
Can I be cured?
Well, doctors aren't magicians.
First thing we've got to do is
to find the cause of it
before we can even start a cure.
Doctor, you've got to cure me.
It involves more than my health.
It means the greatest
ambition of my life.
Oh, yes,
that radio program
without any advertising.
Well, I'm with you...
As one musician to another.
But while you're taking
all my time and talent,
I think I'll steal a little of yours.
There.
It's a piece of music
I've been wanting to show somebody
for the last 30 years.
You're the first
genius that's
ever come along.
You composed it yourself?
No, no, no.
It was composed by
a girl I used to know
back in Maryland.
That's a long, long time ago...
When I had a bicycle built for two.
Her name was Cornelia.
Very interesting.
Play it for me.
Who, me?
Why, I haven't
touched a piano
for years.
No, no, no.
No, you play it.
Pull that bench up.
If the heart is for it,
what does it matter
if the fingers are a little stiff?
Who says my fingers are stiff?!
My gosh, they are, though.
Play it, nimble fingers.
All right.
All right.
But I warned you...
If you say one high note
gives you a headache,
you get ready for brain fever.
Bah!
Why should I burden you
with my personal sentimentality?
It was very nice, indeed.
Ha ha ha, well, thank you.
Thank you.
Tomorrow morning
at 10:00.
I'll be here, doctor.
Thank you very much.
Oh, oh, no, no, no!
The other door, please.
Parker!
Hello!
Well! Ha!
You've been holding out on me.
I've seen you play the mandolin,
but you never told
me about the piano.
Well, there are lots of things
going on in this world
I haven't told you about.
Mm-hmm.
What happened to
the wedding rehearsal?
Did Mary meet somebody
she liked better?
No, I had a little
something to attend to.
Oh, by the way, did you hear about
Lockberg leaving for
the sanatorium tonight?
Lockberg?
Leaving tonight?
Mm-hmm.
A wonderful thing he's doing,
dropping everything
just to get
ready for you.
What did you... when did you see him?
I ran into him just now.
Why, that's funny.
I told him this morning
I thought there
would be a little
difficulty about it.
Well, I assured him
you'd go all right,
so he's leaving tonight.
But, Jimmy, a most important
case has just turned up.
I'd only have to postpone
leaving a few weeks.
Hey, you know,
that's a most curious coincidence.
You're not going to Lockberg's,
and I'm not going on a honeymoon.
What are you talking about?!
Oh, you're not going
to stop the wedding.
I'll be married Sunday,
but you and I will both
be here Monday morning
ready for business.
Oh, you talk like an idiot.
Well, you're acting like one!
Oh, I'm...
I'm sorry,
Dr. Gillespie.
Well, you know, outside
of the deep feeling
I have for you, there's...
There's a little
matter of what you owe
to your associates
and the hospital and...
All the persons you can cure
if you take care of yourself.
Oh, all right,
I'll be good. I'll go.
Did you talk to Lockberg?
Oh, sure, sure.
Well... yes.
All except that...
That part about him
going away tonight.
I... i made that up.
Aw, I can't trust anybody.
By the way...
What's all this mysterious business
about Labardi and athlete's foot?
Oh, that's just a gag
to keep it from leaking out
all over the hospital.
Jimmy, that is the most tragic case
I've encountered.
We're going to need all we've got
to run that down by Monday.
Well, we have 6 full
days starting tomorrow,
and I'll give you every
minute of my time.
Except, of course, Wednesday night
when the girls are throwing
a farewell party for Mary.
Ha ha. Yeah.
You'll have to turn up
so she can say, "girls,
this is
a poor thing,
but mine own."
# For she's
a jolly good fellow #
# for she's
a jolly good fellow #
# for she's
a jolly good fellow #
# which nobody can deny
I know that most of the time,
I seem like
the witch of endra
to you,
but tonight, to you nurses,
I'm just one of the girls...
Cheering a sister
who's grabbed herself a husband.
And she picked him off
right in the hospital...
Against all the rules.
Man-made rules, I might add.
Mary got away with it
only because each time I was
about to catch up with her,
Dr. Gillespie
tripped me.
Well, I hope I'm
not old enough to
be safe in here.
But Dr. Kildare
just phoned to say
he'd be a few minutes
late in arriving.
Oh, boo!
Bring us some more coffee, Mike!
I'm sorry to hear it, boys.
Who's dead?
Say, Mike, you know everything.
Are these the right outfits to wear
to Dr. Kildare's
wedding?
Cost us 6 bucks.
We rented them.
I didn't rent mine.
I borrowed it from my pal...
Professor flash, the magician.
A magician?
Yeah.
He's working over in Brooklyn,
and as soon as you put
the ok on this suit,
I gotta rush it back for his show.
How do I look, Mike?
Boys, with you there,
nobody will look at the bride.
Ha ha! I'm the best!
The professor paid 90
bucks for this outfit.
Yeah?
No kidding.
Feel that material.
That's imported.
Well, the professor does card tricks.
I guess he forgot to take these out.
Well, if the wedding
begins to bore you,
you can always play solitaire.
Yeah.
Hey, Vernon.
Yeah?
You got
a thread here.
Well, get it off there.
I want to look good.
Oh, your tie is gone.
No kidding?
Yeah!
Ha!
What is that?
My boy, you're wonderful.
Now show me a newsreel,
and I owe you 44 cents!
Hold these, will you, Clifford?
Oh!
What's the matter?
Goldfish.
A rabbit!
Mike, the ice cream is...
Oh, how do you do, miss Byrd?
What's going on here?
It's a mistake, miss Byrd.
I think everything's
out of me now, though.
Well, this is no time to
bother about ice cream!
Oh!
Aw, what are you guys laughing at?
You might as well tell 'em
how you grabbed him, Mary.
Every mother's daughter is wondering
how it happened to
be you and not her.
That's right.
Speech, Mary!
Come on, speech.
Let's have a speech.
Well...
Dr. Gillespie
says there's...
A proverb among the African natives
that a man chases a woman
until she catches him.
All I know is I fell in
love with Dr. Kildare
and I'm still falling.
Thanks for the wonderful party.
In 3 days,
I'll be Mrs. Kildare.
I love you all,
but I'll never be so glad
to see the last of anyone
as I will the lot of you.
I wonder why Jimmy's so late.
Oh, doctors never keep
personal appointments.
Miss lamont,
this time you're wanted on the phone.
It's Dr. Kildare
himself.
Excuse me.
Hello, Mary.
Well, you might know,
I can't come to your party.
I won't even be able to
take you to the train.
It's all right.
If you have to work, you have to.
Oh, don't worry,
I can find the railroad
station myself,
and the engineer knows
the way to dartford.
Well, I'm terribly sorry.
But those 3 days of rest in dartford
will do you a lot of good.
And after that,
I'll be with you so much
you'll want to throw
the furniture at me.
Ok, dear.
Good-bye.
I thought we agreed
you weren't going
to work tonight.
Oh, Labardi must be here any minute.
If we get that case licked,
we can both
go away with
a clear conscience.
Yes, but where's Labardi?
Hey, you don't
suppose anything's
happened to him.
I don't know.
He's never been late before.
Oh.
Suppose we find out.
Hello, get me
Mr. Constanzo Labardi
at the sherri Plaza hotel.
Dr. Gillespie wants
to speak to him.
Thanks.
Oh, I'm sure everything's all right.
Hello?
Yes.
Oh.
The hotel says that
Labardi's in his room,
but he doesn't answer the telephone.
Well...
Get the desk clerk.
Give me the clerk, please.
Hello. This is
Dr. Gillespie's office
at the Blair general hospital.
It's very important
that Dr. Gillespie
speak to Mr. Labardi
right away.
Oh.
Oh.
Well, all right, thank you.
Well, the clerk says he often
shuts himself up in his room
and insists on not being disturbed.
And he's been that way all day,
but they're not worried about it.
Well, they don't
know what we know
about Labardi.
You suppose we
better go over
there right away?
Oh, I think so.
Get an emergency kit.
I'm beginning to wish it was tomorrow
and the whole thing was over.
You'll never make a doctor's wife.
You haven't seen your man for 3 days
and you're coming all unglued.
I could punch Jimmy
right in the nose.
3 days, 3 phone calls.
"Hello, I love you,
I'm busy, good-bye."
You'd never believe that once
I could have gotten
into that dress,
would you?
Oh, sure.
You're just pleasingly plump now.
No use being nice, Mary.
What were once pretty curves
are now big detours.
2 or 3?
Chocolate
or vanilla?
What?
Do you want
the ice cream
for the reception
tomorrow at 2:00
or 3:00,
and do you want chocolate or vanilla?
3:00
and vanilla.
3:00 and vanilla.
You know,
the night before
I was married, Mary,
I fancied I had
a red spot on my nose.
And I thought, "just my luck,
by tomorrow, I'll have
a big pimple there."
And, you know, I got up out of bed
50 times that night
to look at that spot.
French or mayonnaise?
And separate or put it on?
What, jennie?
Do you want French
or mayonnaise
dressing
on the salad?
And do I put it on,
or do you want it separate
for the guests
to put it on
themselves?
Mayonnaise, and put it on.
Mayonnaise, and put it on.
I suppose I ought to be
giving you some
advice on how to
handle a husband,
only I don't
know anything
about it myself.
Whenever Stephen and I
have a difference of opinion,
I always hold a little
meeting with myself,
and I say, "what would you do
if he came and said
I'm sorry?"
So, I say it first.
Somehow that's about
all the handling he needs.
Well, right now,
I think everything
Jimmy does is perfect.
And until that condition changes,
there's no need worry.
Good or everyday?
Wash 'em or leave 'em?
What's that?
Use your good dishes
or your everyday dishes?
And do you have enough to go round,
or do I have to wash them
so they'll be ready
for the next one to use?
For goodness sake, jennie,
can't you
decide anything
for yourself?
Me? I just take
my orders,
do what I'm told,
get my $3.00,
and go home.
We'll use the good dishes
and we have enough to go round.
Good dishes and don't wash 'em.
When the next
thing comes up,
don't bother me.
Use your own judgment.
Don't bother and use your own...
Use my own judgment?
Certainly!
Use my own judgment!
Martha, where are you?
Right here!
Oh, Mary, how beautiful!
Do you like it?
Stephen, unless that's an emergency,
tell them to take an aspirin
and you'll see them in the morning.
Yes?
Oh, yes.
Just a minute.
It's for you, Mary.
For me?
Hello?
Yes, this is Mary lamont.
Where?
Oh, yes, I'll hold the wire.
Jimmy's calling.
He's at the university of technology.
Sit down,
Mr. Labardi.
We've brought you
here to this special
soundproof laboratory
so that professor Andrews
can try to reproduce artificially
the exact pitch of sound
which induces the tinnitus
in your head.
But will it bring
us any closer
to a solution?
Oh, yes.
Only by reproducing
the identical sounds
so that we can hear it
will we be able to diagnose
the cause of your condition.
Professor Andrews?
Yes, what is it?
We have Dr. Kildare's call
from miss lamont at
dartford, Connecticut.
In there, doctor.
Thank you. Excuse me
a moment, please.
Hello?
Oh, hello, Mary.
I'm terribly sorry, dear,
but I probably won't be home
until very late tonight
or first thing in the morning.
Oh, I understand, dear.
But you had a dinner date
with Mike Ryan.
And Jimmy, it's a surprise party...
All your gang... and they
have a present for you.
Can't you possibly get there?
Mary, a man's sanity,
and perhaps his life,
may hang on what we
discover here tonight...
To say nothing of
Gillespie leaving
Monday morning.
Of course.
Well, suppose I go to the dinner
and pinch-hit for you?
You didn't show up
at my farewell party,
so I'll show up at yours.
Maybe they'd rather have me anyway.
And, Jimmy,
no matter what time you get there,
I'll be at Mike Ryan's
waiting for you, and...
We'll come back here together.
I love you so much
you can see it across the street.
Good-bye.
What about that beauty sleep?
Well, Jimmy will just
have to marry an old hag.
It'll serve him right
for being a doctor.
Would you be an angel
and look up the next
train to New York?
Surely.
What's burning?!
I used my own judgment
about the wedding cake
and left it too long in the oven,
and it burned up.
Oh, for goodness sake!
Rain... and tomorrow's my Sunday off!
Don't worry. It won't rain
tomorrow. I'm too lucky.
What?
Sure... I'm going
to be married tomorrow,
and I'm too lucky to have it rain.
Well, may all
your troubles
be little ones.
All right.
Can you hear that?
Yes.
Try the side, please.
You still hear it?
Yes.
Let's try air conduction
again, please.
Ok, let's try it again, please.
B flat.
Hmph! What good
does it all do?
Now just a minute,
Labardi. Just a minute.
We're all through,
as a matter of fact.
Uh, Kildare, you've been
analyzing the chart.
What are your conclusions?
Air conduction good,
bone conduction faulty.
Mr. Labardi is suffering
from... Diplacusis.
That's a condition where
the two ears hear the
same tone differently.
Well... does that mean
you can cure me, huh?
Now, look here, Labardi!
We can't just say "abracadabra"
and make you well.
But we positively do know
that your trouble is physical,
rather than mental.
Now go away, go out into the country.
Do some physical labor,
and forget all about music.
Yes, yes, forget all about music,
and then come back and see us
in about a month.
We'll start in on you.
I will do anything.
Come on, Jimmy.
Your bride-to-be is waiting for you.
You have a lot of explaining to do.
Mary won't ask for any explanations.
Ha! I bet she won't,
at that.
Well, now, let's see:
So far, we've eliminated
high blood pressure
as Labardi's trouble.
That leaves us only...
About 50,000 other
things it could be.
Certainly is, dear.
Did you hear what I said?
Sure.
What'd you say?
I thought so!
I guess I must have
been thinking about
Mary, tomorrow,
walking up that aisle.
Oh, let's forget about Labardi
for the rest of the night, huh?
Ok! What'll we sing?
Here he comes.
Shall I tell him, Vernon?
If they don't find
out she's hurt till
he gets upstairs...
It would be an awful shock.
You'd better tell him.
Say, suppose I just leave you here
and run across the street
to Mary, huh?
That's fine. She's
been waiting for you
long enough, Jimmy.
Give her my love.
I'll give her a hug for you.
Dr. Kildare.
Dr. Kildare!
Dr. Kildare!
You sound like a busted record.
Well, what is it, Sally?
I'll get in trouble.
Mary's waiting for me.
No, she isn't, sir.
She's upstairs.
Whereabouts?
Dr. Kildare, there's
been an accident.
An accident?
Mary's been hurt?
Well, how badly?
They say it's pretty serious.
She's in room 316.
Hurry, hurry!
Kildare.
Yes?
Everything possible is being done.
Dr. Whitney is
with her now.
Dr. Whitney, how is she?
How bad is it? What are
you doing for her?
There wasn't anything
anybody could do
except stop the pain.
Go in, Kildare. There's
very little time.
Mary.
Oh, Jimmy.
D-do I... Have to die?
Oh, no, darling. No, no.
Poor Jimmy.
This is going to be...
Much easier for me...
Than it is for you.
Poor, sweet... Jimmy.
Hello, doc.
Hello, boys.
Hey, doc.
I wish that had been me, doc.
Honest, I do.
Will you have a drink?
Oh, no, thanks, Mike.
I don't know why I came here.
Supposed to meet her here.
She never got here, did she?
No. She never did.
Never did...
Hiya, doc!
Hey, how you
feeling?
Why didn't you open your present?
You know,
I can't imagine
a prettier sight
than your new wife pushing that thing
around your own little apartment!
I remember
right after
I got married...
Great heaven's name, stop talking!
What's the matter?
Haven't you heard?
Mary's dead.
Dr. Gillespie,
if you don't mind...
You, too, Dr. Carew...
I'd like to go away for awhile.
Oh, sure, sure,
Jimmy.
Of course.
Thanks.
You're...
Leaving for Lockberg's
on Monday, aren't you?
You mustn't let...
This keep you from
going... you mustn't.
No, no, Jimmy.
No, I'm leaving
Monday.
Fine.
Well... good night.
Good night.
Good night, Jimmy.
Hello, Jimmy.
We've come to take you home.
Oh. Uh...
If you don't
mind, I don't
know, but...
I think I'd like to
go away for awhile
by myself.
Mrs. Kildare,
he's the bravest man
of all of us.
Ah, it's all so unnecessary.
We doctors do our utmost
to prolong life.
Behind our back,
death chooses somebody
and makes a joke
out of all our efforts.
Every day in this country,
a hundred human
beings suffer
violent deaths
because we have automobiles.
Sometimes it makes you wonder
if the world has advanced.
Well, I can't break
my word to Jimmy now.
I better start
getting packed
for the sanitorium.
I'm sorry, ma'am.
Hey, wait a minute.
What is this?
Say, did you tell them at
the hospital, if any letters
come from Dr. Kildare,
to forward them airmail,
special delivery?
No, doggone.
I forgot.
Oh, well, go and call
them up now.
Yes, sir.
Hurry up! We've only
got about 10 minutes.
And be careful of these bags...
railroad stations are always
full of thieves.
Oh, I'll keep
my eye on them,
don't worry.
Ah! I wish you were
coming with me, Conover.
I do, too.
But my wife's the most
unreasonable woman
I ever was married to.
Hasn't she got any confidence in you?
Yes, sir, she's got
plenty of confidence.
The trouble is, she don't trust me.
Do you
need help?
No, thank you.
Are your troubles piling up on you?
Well, a little.
Throw up your hands.
This is a stickup.
Don't make a move,
brother.
Oh, I won't.
You're a little conspicuous
standing there.
Better lie down
on the ground.
Ok.
Now, don't try any funny stuff, see?
Oh, don't worry, I wouldn't.
Tune in again
next week and see what happens.
I will.
Meanwhile,
eat poofies...
Somebody stole the phone.
Operator.
...so I'm going to
let you go a week
ahead of time.
You've been a pretty
good boy, Leonard.
It's not been too bad here, has it?
Oh, no, no, no.
There's nothing like
a little change.
I spent 15 years in my own hospital,
and for my vacation,
I spent 4 weeks in yours.
Well, after what I've
just told you, hasn't it
been worthwhile?
Oh, sure, sure, sure.
Now, don't think I'm not
appreciative, Lockberg,
but... well, I don't know...
Being away from my own
patients, my own people...
Yeah, you mean
Dr. Kildare,
don't you?
Well...
Both times he called up,
you were...
Under the X-ray.
Oh, pish tosh!
I once let a patient get up
from under the X-ray
to go make a bet on the races.
Ha ha!
Hello?
It's Dr. Kildare
for you.
Hello, Jimmy boy! What...
Oh. Stephen Kildare.
Uh, how are you, Stephen?
Who, me? Well...
Lockberg's beginning to
understand what's wrong
with me,
and he's going to let me go tomorrow.
In that case, I can
tell you the truth:
Leonard, we're...
We're pretty badly
worried about Jimmy.
He did not return to the hospital.
You lied to me, you and Carew.
You mean, you haven't
heard from him at all?
Oh, yes, several times.
But, Leonard, the boy's in bad shape.
He doesn't seem
to be able to get
hold of himself,
and despite all our
efforts, he has
no intention
of coming back.
Now listen, Stephen.
When Jimmy does phone you,
tell him I'm on my way home.
Now, I'm going to stop off at
a little place south of here,
and tell him I positively
must see him!
Now listen, Stephen...
Stephen! Tell Dr. Gillespie
he's got to help us!
Yes, dear.
Yes, well, that's why I called you.
You see, he said he'd
phone us by noon on Sunday,
and it's that now.
Yes, I'll give him your
message, and thank you from
the bottom of my heart.
There, there, there, Martha.
We've got Dr. Gillespie
to help us now.
Doesn't that make you feel better?
Now, nothing's really
going to happen to Jimmy.
He has courage.
I have courage,
but what good would that do me
if something happened to you?
Now, mother...
Is this 24 sycamore?
Yep. The old
Gillespie place.
Has been for the last hundred years.
When's the next train
back to Baltimore?
Well, there's one at 6:40,
and a good one at 8:19.
Pick me up here
in time for the 6:40.
How much do I owe you?
You pay me on the trip back.
You're Dr. Kildare?
Yes, I'm Kildare.
Come in, please.
Hello, Jimmy.
Ha ha. You surprised
to find me here?
I was born and raised in this place.
How are you, son?
Quite well, thanks.
Oh, how was
Lockberg's verdict?
Favorable?
Very favorable.
And for once I agreed with him.
I'm sorry, Jimmy,
but I'm a bit
pressed for time.
Oh...
Let's not make any pretense of...
Business as usual.
I can't go back to the hospital.
Oh, all right, Jimmy.
All right, fine,
if that's the way you feel about it.
But would you mind
discussing a few things?
Uh, for instance, the Labardi case.
Have you come to any
further conclusions
about it?
Oh, I... Recall
thinking that it
might've been
a nutritional deficiency,
but that was just a wild guess.
Now, Jimmy. Jimmy.
You noticed that old microscope?
Yes, very interesting.
Hey, wait a minute.
That old contraption's
Worth a second glance.
You see those initials there?
"W.r."
They don't stand for
"wabash railroad."
No, sir. "W.R."
Is "Walter Reed."
Dr. Walter Reed.
The man who found the
cure for yellow fever.
Walter Reed gave me
that old microscope
with his own hands.
I wouldn't be a doctor today at all
if it hadn't been for Walter Reed.
It's no use,
Dr. Gillespie.
Something's happened to me.
I'm empty. I...
I can't make myself take hold.
Well, can't you humor
an old man for a minute?
I'll admit, I am trying
to influence you,
but don't you think
you owe me the chance
to try?
Yes, I do, but I also
owe you the truth.
Believe me, it wouldn't be any use.
Well, I'll feel
the better for trying,
even if I fail.
Now, listen to me, Jimmy, please.
Let me talk about myself a minute.
Cornelia Bartlett.
She was a musician.
She composed beautiful music
right here at this piano.
Hmm. It's a
funny-looking old
instrument, isn't it?
She could certainly make it talk.
Here's something of hers.
And then she died.
And I sort of went to pot.
That's where Walter Reed came in.
He was a great doctor then,
only not as famous as he was later.
I lost all interest in doctoring.
I lost all interest in everything.
I might've ended up in the gutter.
And then he picked me up.
Now, he never once told me
I was wasting my life.
He kept on saying
I didn't have any right to
waste the lives of others...
The people I'd taken
an oath to help when
I became a doctor.
He said, "keep your grief
in your heart,
"suffer with it, let it temper you,
"but as far as your head
and your hands are concerned,
"they belong to medicine,
the profession that
selected you for a great
responsibility."
Well, that's what
Walter Reed said to me.
Well, Jimmy?
Now, a doctor has
to take human life
in his hands,
and I have no faith in anything.
But come back for a week.
Just a week.
Take charge of the Labardi case.
See if you can't get
your confidence back
by curing him.
Just one week, Jimmy.
And if doesn't work out,
I won't say another word.
A week?
Does that feel any better?
No, it doesn't.
Tell me, Mr. Labardi,
how much spaghetti do you eat?
Spaghetti?
Ha. Here I am with my
entire career in danger,
my first radio broadcast
only 5 days off,
and you ask me how
much spaghetti I eat.
Well, I like it.
I eat it several
times a week.
What's that got to do
with my hearing?
Well, you know, several years ago,
Dr. Goldberger
in curing pellagra
proved that the wrong
diet can cause disease,
and the right cure it.
Of course, that may have
no bearing in your case.
Uh... excuse me just
a moment, please.
Parker, where's
Dr. Gillespie?
He's in surgery
watching a very
critical operation.
Oh.
Parker...
Which surgery is Gillespie in?
Surgery b.
But he left word that
he's not to be disturbed
under any circumstances.
Fix me a hypodermic of this, please.
Yes, doctor.
327, please.
Dr. Gillespie.
Dr. Gillespie?
Parker speaking.
He's asked for a hypo
of thiamine chloride.
Ok!
And Parker,
that's what I call
fine stooging!
Jimmy's diagnosed
Labardi's case as
a vitamin deficiency.
Probably b1,
which would've been
my own diagnosis.
Now, if we're right
and Labardi is cured,
why, Jimmy'll be cured
at the same time.
And we'll have
young Dr. Kildare
back with us...
We hope.
For his selection on this broadcast,
Mr. Labardi offers
a new symphony,
arranged by himself
and performed this evening
for the first time.
How does the music sound?
How's it sound to you?
You're the musical
expert around here.
Well, so far, so good.
It's kind of hard to tell yet.
Say...
That's Cornelia's music.
Jimmy, he's good.
There's no longer
an invisible blanket
between Labardi and the orchestra.
What's wrong, Jimmy?
You're a doctor again,
the doctor I want to
carry on my work for me.
You're going to stay here
and do that, aren't you?
I wish I felt more sure of things.
Message for you,
Dr. Gillespie.
Thank you.
Oh, confound that Carew!
Carew? What does
he want?
Oh, some emergency.
Wants me to rush up to 93rd street
and look at a case of tularemia.
It's an outrage!
But, Dr. Gillespie...
We've waited 3 years for a tularemia
to show up here in the city.
Don't you think that we...
Young Dr. Kildare
isn't sure of himself,
doesn't want to be a doctor.
And yet you're willing
to jump down a poor
old man's throat.
But that note from Carew.
Why, it's not from Carew.
It's from Labardi.
He want us to stop
in his dressing room
and have a drink with him
after the concert.
Ha ha ha.
Wait till Molly Byrd
hears about him playing
Cornelia's music.
Oh, she knows all about it.
The whole hospital's listening in.
You know, Jimmy,
now that I know the
music's pretty good,
I'll confess, I helped
Cornelia compose a lot of it.
Now, that is something
Molly Byrd does not know.
No, but she said that
if it was any good,
you'd find some way
to chisel in on it.