Calling Dr. Kildare (1939) Movie Script

Alice! Alice!
Yes, Mrs. Kildare?
I found it!
I'll be right over.
No wonder I couldn't find it.
My husband put it away.
Well, the hooks are still on it.
Oh, but Jimmy will only be here
for two days.
If we hang up the sign,
won't he think we're hinting
he should stay home for good?
Well, we'll tell him
it's like they do in the Navy.
When the admiral comes on board,
they run up his flag.
Oh, here comes Harry Galt
on his daily visit.
Here I am, Harry!
You know what I'm gonna do
while Jimmy's home?
No. What?
I'm gonna let him find out
just exactly how crazy
Harry Galt is about me.
Maybe that'll bring your son
into mind.
I've tried everything else.
It ought to work.
It did with his father.
He'll be here
at 9:00 tonight.
Oh. Now,
that's someone for Stephen.
Something will make him late
for Jimmy's train.
Hello, Harry.
Hello, Alice!
I was just calling on you.
Alice, I've been
thinking things over,
and I don't think Jimmy would mind
you going to the dance with me
if we took Mrs. Kildare along
to chaperone.
I'll go with you without a chaperone.
- That's swell.
- Alice!
Oh, Harry...
Hurry over to the bank right away.
Why? Anything wrong?
Dr. Kildare just phoned.
Your father's had a...
Had a fainting spell.
My father?
Well, thanks, Mrs. Kildare.
Goodbye, Alice.
Bye, Harry.
Dr. Kildare...
How is he?
Oh, he'll be alright.
The main thing is
to get him home, into bed.
And we'd better have
a first-class nurse.
Nurse? Pay a woman $8 a day
just to sit around and say,
"now, eat the rest
of your tapioca pudding"?
Nurses. Doctors.
There's nothing a doctor
enjoys so much
as to have the patient insult him.
It means that the patient
can't be very ill.
You only want to get me home
so you can charge another $2.
When I was a boy,
doctors used to be glad
to get 50 cents a visit.
Yes. When you were a boy,
eggs were 8 cents a dozen.
Come on, Dr. Kildare,
let's get him home.
Alright, Harry.
What's the matter with him,
Dr. Kildare?
I don't know exactly.
That, uh...
That temperature worries me.
Well, if there's any change, call me.
Hmm. I'll still have time
to take the folks down
to meet Jimmy's train, if I hurry.
What's the matter? Come on,
get your hat and coat on.
Impossible to get away.
Letter follows.
All love, Jimmy."
Well, if he's too busy to come
home for a couple of days,
he... he must be
a successful doctor.
Now, you don't understand, mother.
It's difficult in a big city
like New York.
An intern's time isn't his own.
Why aren't we able to convince him
that his place is right here,
working with his own father?
Oh, but he's working under
the great Dr. Gillespie.
I'm just a general practitioner
in a little bit of a town
you can hardly find on the map.
Dartford would be a whole lot smaller
if it weren't for you.
Why, there isn't a day
that I don't see somebody
who's hale and hearty and happy
who wouldn't be alive if it
weren't for Dr. Stephen Kildare.
Mm. Jimmy can search
two cities like New York,
but he'd never find a finer doctor.
I'm gonna write him a letter
special delivery
and say it's just as well
he didn't come home
because we have to go on a picnic.
Stephen, did you have any dinner?
Yes, I had a bite at Galt's.
But I must do some reading
if I'm going to find out
what ails him.
Well, you know the old rule...
When in doubt, give him
a dose of bicarbonate of soda
and see what develops in the morning.
What do you think I gave him?
I'll be up in a minute,
soon as I put out the light.
Blair general hospital...
No, madam, Dr. Alan Webster's
not in right now.
Well, I wouldn't know
anything about that.
I'm just a telephone operator here.
'Course I work in a hospital,
but I don't know anything
about medicine.
I have a friend
who works in the aquarium,
but he still can't breathe
Blair general hospital, information.
Yes, Mr. McCarthy.
Just a minute,
Mr. McCarthy.
Sally, hi.
Your wife and baby
are doing fine, Mr. McCarthy.
Yes, Mr. McCarthy.
No, Mr. McCarthy.
New fathers make me sick.
Well, why, Sal?
It's like in the barnyard.
Who lays the egg?
The hen.
Who crows?
The rooster.
Special delivery
for Dr. James Kildare.
It's for your pal. Do you
want to take it up to him?
Oh, sure.
Here you are.
Who tips me?
I'll give you a tip, son...
Don't play with matches.
Where's your broom, street cleaner?
Look, Sally...
Why don't you take that
sandwich up to Dr. Kildare
before it gets cold?
Listen, hon, I get through
off the ambulance
tomorrow night at 7:00.
How's about you and me, dinner, huh?
I'll have no more meals
with you, Joe Wayman.
I didn't expect you to have
the manners of a Duke,
but you're the first guy
I ever saw dunk a lamb chop.
Yes, Mr. McCarthy.
Aw, I hate to do this to you, baby,
but I know you're going
to Guinea-pig heaven,
because you're about to save
someone's life.
As a matter of fact,
you ought to go to heaven
in about a minute and a half.
Well, doc, here's
your coffee and hamburger.
Oh, fine, thanks.
You gonna work all night again?
Maybe. Only I'm sure hungry,
I'll bet you are.
There ain't nothing makes
a guy hungry like brainwork.
Believe me, I know.
Oh, uh, here's a
special-delivery letter for you.
Lady's handwriting.
Smells like onion.
Of course,
that might be the hamburger.
Here you are, ignatz.
Here you are, boy. Come on.
Hey! Nix!
Don't feed the animals.
I got that baby shot full
of "q" fever.
"Q" fever... oh, yeah.
Huh? Never heard of it.
Well, it's quite a rare disease.
As soon as that Guinea pig dies,
I'll show you the germ
under a microscope.
No, thanks...
I don't look at germs,
and I don't want them to look at me.
I got the idea from something
they're doing in Australia.
It seems the queensland
board of health
has just found out that...
Oh, gosh.
That's a shame, doc.
Just when you were
going along so swell,
he has to go and kick the bucket.
Well, that's what it had to do.
And right on schedule.
Well, everyone's wrong but me.
The patient in 412 has "q" fever.
Joe, I was so sure it was "q" fever,
I passed up my trip home to prove it.
Just wait till I show
Dr. Gillespie.
Say, that'll prove
you know more than he does,
for all his big-shot reputation,
won't it?
Now, wait a minute, Joe.
Dr. Gillespie is
the greatest diagnostician
in the world today.
Why, if anybody else couldn't walk,
they'd... they'd fold up
and quit.
He pushed his way right up
to the top in a wheelchair.
Then why is he mad all the time, huh?
Next time he yells at me,
"get out of my way, you fat head,"
I'll tell him where he gets off.
Get out of my way, you fat head.
Yes, Dr. Gillespie.
Sure, Dr. Gillespie.
I-I was just going, sir.
I don't know whether
all the rest of us
are descended from monkeys,
but I'll bet you 2 to 1 on Wayman.
Oh, I like him.
Oh, that's quite possible.
I have a curious fondness for you.
May be your innate charm
or my own bad judgment.
What's going on here?
I finally found the answer
to the patient in 412.
Oh. So you solved that mystery,
did you?
Did you have another talk with them?
I didn't have to.
There's an obscure disease
known as "q" fever.
Is that so?
Yes, sir, I made an injection
from the patient
into that Guinea pig,
and it died right on schedule.
Well, you must be right.
"Q" fever, huh?
Yes, sir.
Well, that's remarkable.
young Dr. Kildare.
Dr. Lippencot wanted
in restraining room.
Dr. Lippencot wanted
in restraining room.
Hi, fellas.
Hello, dick.
I've been thinking... when I get out
of this place and start to practice,
say I perform an operation
on a patient,
how will I know what to charge?
That's easy...
Any patient who lets you operate
on him is simple-minded.
You can charge anything you want
and get it.
Send them a bill
while they're still sick,
and you can get anything you ask for.
If you wait till they're well,
you'll have a heck of a time.
You said it...
When they're flat on their back,
you're the guy that's gonna
pull them through death's door.
When they're up again,
to hear them tell it,
all they needed was a good physic.
Dr. Kildare wanted
in Dr. Gillespie's office.
Alright. You boys eat
my breakfast for me.
One thing
about Dr. Gillespie,
he has a nice,
even temper... always bad.
And I know why none
of his patients ever die.
They're afraid to.
Well, Mrs. Thatcher,
that diet you've thawed out
for yourself
has certainly given you
a lovely figure.
And three days a week,
I don't eat any lunch at all.
Oh, that's fine.
That's fine.
Now, you just keep that up,
and by next year,
you'll have the finest figure
in the cemetery.
Life's given you women,
free of charge,
the most magnificent piece of
machinery possible to conceive,
the human body,
and you try to run it without fuel.
You eat or you'll die.
Next patient!
Good morning, Tommy.
Hello, doctor.
Good morning, doctor.
Good morning.
Well, Tommy, I hope
you're not getting tired
of coming here to see me.
Can I speak to you privately, doctor?
Don't cure me too quick, doctor.
Don't cure you too quick?
Well, don't you want to get well?
Sure, but my mom gives me
a penny a day
for wearing this thing,
and I need 48 more days
so I can buy something.
Buy what?
A pair of roller skates.
Good morning,
Dr. "q" fever.
Come right in.
Morning, doctor.
Morning, Tommy.
Good morning,
Dr. Kildare.
Dr. Gillespie and I
have a secret.
Oh, well, then, you mustn't
tell me about it.
Good morning,
Dr. Kildare.
Good morning,
Mrs. Benson.
Good morning.
Good morning.
Now that etiquette's been satisfied
and we've bowed and scraped
to each other,
let's get down to the business
of doctoring.
Lift him down, Kildare.
Now, we took three steps
the last time.
We're going to take six today.
How about it, Tommy?
Okay, doctor.
Uh-huh. Come on.
Yes, sir, six steps.
Oh, stop hollering.
Four steps are not to be sneezed at.
4 1/2 steps, doctor.
That's right, Tommy...
4 1/2.
That's a lot of steps.
I bet you can't walk 4 1/2 steps.
Uh, keep up his exercises
and bring him to see me next week.
Thank you, doctor.
Save your thanks until he's cured.
Goodbye, doctor.
Bye-bye, Tommy.
You know, Kildare, the nice thing
about that "q" fever trick
of yours last night was
the Guinea pig didn't die.
The patient in 412 showed symptoms
that warranted my experiment.
How much time have you wasted
on this foolishness?
Only two days.
there are just as many diseases
as there are persons,
so, at two days per disease,
it'd take you till judgment day
to make your diagnosis.
I was taught in medical school
that the way to diagnose an illness
was to check the clinical signs
against the case history
and draw a conclusion.
Well, 99 times out of 100,
those rules work.
Well, the hundredth man
has a right to live, too.
Well, what do you expect me
to be, a miracle man?
No, no, no.
Just an ordinary human being.
Uh, you talked to the patient
in 412, I suppose.
What did you ask him?
I asked him
every conceivable question
that could have
any medical significance.
Then you squirted his blood
into the Guinea pig.
Well, that's no good.
Did you look into the patient's
mind and heart and soul?
Did it ever occur to you
that a Guinea pig
hasn't got a wife that sneaks
out dancing every night,
that a Guinea pig's
never overdrawn at the bank,
that a Guinea pig never
worries himself sick
because he's in love
with a blond chorus girl?
A man that shows every symptom
of bright's disease...
I'm to conclude that he's really ill
because his, uh, daughter
has eloped with the iceman, huh?
Dr. Kildare, I spent 15 minutes
with the patient in 412,
and I know just exactly
what's the matter with him.
A man that's worthy
of being my assistant
should have done it in 12 minutes,
because he can get around
that much faster.
Well, it may take me a little while
to learn all that you know.
Well, maybe the pace in New York
is too fast for you.
I guess you'd better get back
to that little tank town
you came from.
I can see you practicing there
among the natives.
"Open your mouth, little Elsie,
and say 'ahh.'"
"Elsie will be alright,
Mrs. Sneeglefritz.
"Just keep her in bed for a few
days and give her these pills.
$2, please."
Well, I'm sorry.
Sorry I've done
everything wrong here.
Oh, you haven't done
everything wrong.
I tell you one you did, though.
The first day I ever set eyes on you,
you looked at my hand,
and what did you tell me
you saw there?
Oh, why go into that again?
Well, then, I'll tell you.
You said it was a melanoma,
and that meant cancer.
And then you said, most reluctantly,
that I had a year to live.
Well, last night,
lockberg himself looked at it
and said he wasn't even sure
it is cancer.
But the swollen epitrochlear
gland in your elbow...
And when you're rusticating
in dartford,
just keep on remembering
that lockberg's
the greatest cancer specialist
in the world.
Next patient!
Uh, never mind!
Nurse, come in here!
Yes, doctor.
Uh, get me Molly Byrd quick.
She's here.
She's been waiting to see you.
Molly! Molly Byrd.
Don't holler at me.
I've been to get in here for hours.
I just heard something.
What was lockberg doing here
last night?
Oh, I called him in to see
the patient in 728.
Leonard, I happen to be
the one person in this hospital
you don't have to play games with.
What'd he say about you?
What does that old fossil know
about cancer anyway?
Molly, I want a nurse...
A clever girl
who might be persuaded to waive
the ethics of a profession.
Oh, you mean you want
some stooging done?
Well, if you want to
put it crudely, yes.
Have you got such a girl?
Well, get her right down here.
But she's on duty.
I'll have to shake up
the whole fourth floor.
A hospital's just like a liver.
A little shaking up
won't do it any harm.
What kind of monkey business
are you up to now?
Don't you wish you knew?
Don't slam the door.
If the head of this
magnificent institution
is in his plush-lined office
at this painfully early hour,
I'd like to speak to him.
Hello, Carew.
Yes, Gillespie?
You did what?
Oh, of course, of course.
I'll do anything you say.
Kildare's quite a stubborn young man.
Supposing he won't do it?
Oh, yes, I see.
Leonard, someday, you're
going to take an awful fall
with this scheming and conniving.
Well, I'll worry about that.
Now, don't go getting
any better ideas
on how to handle Kildare,
or you're going to gin up
this whole business.
Miss Byrd sent me.
I'm Mary Lamont.
Come over here.
You're very pretty.
Is there anything wrong with that?
Sit down.
You know, I think we're
going to get along fine.
Now, look here, Mary.
Suppose I have a son
and I want to teach him to swim
and I haven't got time
to wait for lessons
every Tuesday and Friday,
so I decide to throw him in the lake.
That's the way I learned.
Oh, fine.
But I want to have somebody
hidden on the dock
to let me know how things are going.
Well, from what miss Byrd said,
I suspect you want me
to hide on the dock?
Now, the thing we've got to do
is to get organized.
The purpose of these
field dispensaries
is to relieve the heavy pressure
on our hospital clinics.
My idea, upon learning
that Dr. Gillespie
no longer needed your services,
was to assign you
to this special field duty,
but I've since learned
that you've had some words
with Dr. Gillespie
and possibly you won't
care to remain here
as an ordinary intern.
Well, Dr. Carew, last night,
I had my bag all packed,
but I've done a lot of thinking.
I came to New York to do something,
and I'm going to stay and do it.
Then you'll report
to field station number 3
tomorrow at 9:00.
Thank you, sir.
Good morning, doctor.
How do you do?
Oh, I'll be with you
in just one moment.
I'm Mary Lamont.
I'm Dr. Kildare.
You will have to show me
where everything is.
This is my first day here, too.
Is that the consulting room?
Yes, doctor.
Baby's name?
Baby Vaughan.
Doctor, she can't keep nothing down.
What have you been feeding her?
Well, Dr. Livermore
that was here before you...
He gave me this formula,
and it's no good.
Well, add one-half ounce
of water to each feeding.
Well, do I need a doctor
to tell me water?
Don't you get no medicine?
Water is what the child needs.
As soon as she gains a little weight,
go back to Dr. Livermore's
That's all.
This way out.
Don't shove me.
I'm going.
Next patient, please.
You're next.
Can I get some more stuff
for my stomach?
Come in.
Is that the same stuff
the other doctor gave me?
Same stuff.
It didn't do me much good.
There. That will be
much better for you.
Thank you, lady.
Why did you put quinine in that?
Those few drops can't possibly
do any good.
To make it taste bad.
You see, I'm from the south.
Some people don't think
medicine can do them any good
unless it tastes awful.
Hey, doc!
Doc, here!
Oh, put her down.
You'll have to work quick!
She's blue in the face!
Get back there, please!
Put on your hat, hickman.
You look naked.
Get back, there, all of you, please!
Please let me through.
They said it was my Jenny.
Come on, everybody,
clear the doorway.
Please let me through.
They said it was my Jenny.
Jenny, my baby.
Just a minute, please.
Officer, did she get hit,
or did she fall?
Tell me.
It'll save time.
I don't know. I just found her
lying on the pavement.
On the sidewalk?
No sign of a blow.
Please, doctor, do something.
Do something.
Her Jacks.
You give her to me.
What are you doing?
Just a minute.
Be careful.
There. She swallowed
one of her Jacks.
That's what it was.
Jenny, you're alright, dear.
Dear, I told you a thousand times
not to put things in your mouth.
Maybe next time, she'll...
She'll listen to me.
Okay, doc, there's something
new every day, huh?
Alright, dear.
I... suppose you think
I'm a fool.
Even after I saw the Jack
in that child's hand,
I didn't know what was wrong.
That's because
you never were a mother.
I'm supposed to be a doctor.
A doctor ought to know those things.
I wonder if that's what
Gillespie was getting at.
Hey, doc.
Hey, doc, can I talk to you?
Sure. Fire away.
Get rid of the dame, will you?
That would be you, nurse.
Small fry.
What can I do for you?
Doc, I got a job for you.
You have?
Yeah. There's a fella, and he's hurt.
He cut himself.
Well, where is he?
Down the street.
I'll show you.
Grab some tools.
Come on, doc.
Yes, doctor?
Emergency call...
If anyone comes in,
send them over
to the hospital dispensary.
Where will you be?
I don't know.
Ask him.
What's it to her?
She ain't your wife, I hope.
Come on, doc.
What's the idea, red,
us ducking that policeman?
I know that cop.
He'd want to ask all about
our business, and it's private.
Come on, doc.
I got a doctor for you, Nick,
a real one.
Thanks, red.
This is a bullet wound.
You told me he was cut.
I know, doc, but I was afraid
you wouldn't come.
Run over to the dispensary
and get the ambulance.
Why, that's asking
for the whole police force.
Get going.
Sure, doc.
It's alright, now.
Take it easy.
Breathe deep,
way down in your stomach.
This is gonna hurt.
Alright, so it's gonna hurt.
Where's Nick?
Why, he's in there.
He's not dead?
I'm Dr. Kildare.
The ambulance will be here
in a minute.
Suppose the ambulance doesn't come.
That's ridiculous.
Say, did red send for
that ambulance, or didn't he?
Well, I told him not to.
You what?
Well, you can take care
of Nick here, can't you?
I can't, and what's more, I won't.
Why not the hospital?
Well, you've put him in a tough spot.
There are certain things
about a gunshot wound
I have to do,
and I'm going to do them.
Suppose he's my brother.
Makes no difference to me.
Even not reporting a gunshot
wound might land me in jail.
Land you in jail?
Take him to the hospital,
and I go to jail.
I shot him.
You shot your own brother,
a kid like that?
Well, I... Nick!
I got to get out of here.
I don't want to get her
mixed up in this.
She didn't shoot me, doc.
It was the guy that ran away.
It's alright.
Come on, now.
Alright, I'm going to
take you to the hospital.
You mustn't.
You can't!
Don't turn me in, fella.
They'll lock her up for hiding me,
for being in on a murder.
It'll ruin her whole life, doc.
If you can't play ball with us,
go on and beat it.
Give us a chance.
Of course I didn't shoot him.
I'd have said anything.
I was stalling for time.
Won't you fix Nick up here
and then forget you ever saw him?
You can do that, can't you?
Anything I am doing
is because he needs
a blood transfusion right now.
Well, aren't you gonna do it here?
Here. Take this
and rinse it out thoroughly.
You're going to use my blood,
aren't you?
I don't know.
There are four types of blood.
If yours is the same type
as Nick's, we're okay.
Well, they must be the same.
I'm his sister.
Brother and sister
don't always match.
Hold it over here.
Now fill it up with water.
Now, move that gently,
keep the blood from coagulating.
See, if your blood
in the salt solution
mixes with the serum
from Nick's blood,
you're the right type.
But if it makes little clumps,
it's the wrong type.
No, it's clumping.
No good...
Doesn't match.
Well, isn't any blood
better than none?
If I gave him your blood,
it would kill him.
Well, can't you do something
to my blood to make it right?
We'll try mine.
No, no clumps.
We're okay.
Tie this around my arm tight.
How long will he sleep?
Till morning.
You ever want anyone poisoned
or need a little help
from robbing a bank,
just let me know.
After what I've seen you do tonight,
you'd be the first person
I'd call on.
Let's get one thing straight, though.
Whatever I did for that boy,
I did because I believe
he's innocent.
It's an awful lucky thing for
Nick that you happen to think so,
even if you are the only one
in the world who does.
Is he alright?
Did you fix him up, doc?
Just saved his life...
That's all, red.
There, now that red's here,
I can get back to the dispensary.
Oh, well, I'll drive you over.
My car's just around the corner.
You take the bullet out, doc?
Right there.
Boy, it certainly flattened out,
didn't it?
Guess Nick is just
a little too tough for it.
Take good care of him, red.
I'm taking you back
by way of central park.
It's the longest way I know.
Maybe that'll give you a chance
to ask me what my name is.
Well, to tell you the truth,
things have been happening so fast,
I just noticed you were a redhead.
Very much.
Well, we're getting started.
The name is Rosalie.
You don't have to tell me
it's a pretty name
because I know it is.
It cost me $5.
It what?
Well, it used to be "Rose,"
and then I went to a numerologist.
Had any luck since you changed it?
Well, I met you.
I think you ought to
get your $5 back.
Well, I don't know.
I'll wait and see.
Maybe I'll want to
send the guy $10 more.
Lipstick and all.
Well, thanks.
I really could have done that myself.
Well, I'm not tired.
See, my blood didn't match.
So, this is central park.
Runs all the way
from 59th street to 110th.
There's the lake over there.
Oh. Who are those people
rowing around in the boats?
Oh, sure.
I've only been here three months.
I wouldn't know.
It's all new to me.
Where do you come from?
Oh, a little place called dartford.
No, I wouldn't like that.
No? Well, why not?
I'm city people.
I love a cold wind
whipping around a skyscraper
and a sable coat to keep it out.
Oh, don't let the clothes fool you.
You see, I'm an advertising model,
and, well, I can get anything I want
either free or wholesale.
You know, that's a funny thing
about New York...
Practically every girl you meet
is dressed like a million dollars.
Well, uh, don't include
the fur jacket.
You see, it belongs to the...
The same girl who owns this car.
Extra, extra!
All about the big murder!
All about the big murder!
Extra! All about
the big murder!
Extra, extra!
All about the big murder!
"Mysterious assailant."
Oh, I don't believe that.
He was sore at footsy Garson...
Something about a bet
that Garson welshed on.
He went looking for him this morning.
He found him, alright.
The little instinct I have
tells me he's not guilty.
If you'd believed that he was guilty,
would you have taken a chance
on jail?
Well, it's done, isn't it?
You know, my father used to tell me
about doing operations
on kitchen tables by candlelight
in old farmhouses,
but I never thought
I'd come to New York City
and do a blood transfusion
on two trunks in a cellar.
I guess it isn't the instruments.
It's the doctor.
Well, you never know what
you can do until you have to.
I'm still going to pretend
that you did it for me.
Anybody been in since I left?
One ringworm, one first-degree burn,
one bloody nose.
Manage alright?
Yes, doctor.
That's fine.
Oh, it looks as if you
really had an emergency call.
False alarm...
Just another bloody nose.
Must be open season for noses
around here.
Some noses go around
looking for trouble.
Yes, don't they?
Well, uh, we're not open
all night, are we?
Officially, we closed
a little after you went out,
but I thought
I'd better wait for you.
That's fine.
Some of these instruments
need cleaning.
Would you boil them up for me?
Yes, doctor.
Are you going to the hospital?
Mm-hmm. Why?
I'd look in the mirror first.
Gee, uh... thanks.
Weren't you
Dr. Gillespie's assistant?
Until yesterday.
We know all about him.
There's a story
in the nurses' dormitory
that he has a broiled intern on toast
for breakfast every morning.
Without ketchup.
As bad as this work is,
I bet it's a picnic after him.
I'd rather work
for Dr. Gillespie
than own the hospital.
Why, I thought you two
had a terrible fight.
We did, but, uh, I ain't mad.
I made out all the reports
for your signature,
uh, except your emergency call.
Want me to help you with that?
No reports needed on bloody noses.
Why didn't you get mad
at Dr. Gillespie?
Take me half the night to tell you.
Just give me a short version.
I didn't want to be
a small-town doctor.
I didn't know what I wanted to be.
I came to New York to find out.
I found out, period.
I didn't mean as short
a version as that.
Well, I found
that Dr. Gillespie
meant everything I ever want to be.
Oh, he's cruel and ruthless,
but I know there's a reason for that.
I mean, there must be.
But he fired you, and you
had to change your plan.
No, same plans, only now
I have to do it the hard way.
Extra, extra!
All about the big murder!
All about the big murder!
Extra, extra!
All about the big murder!
That was late afternoon,
and I didn't hear from him
till I saw him step out
of the green coupe.
Who was driving?
A girl.
What kind of a girl?
Redhead, very pretty, nice figure.
She wore a tight, green dress,
beaver-fur bolero,
carried a brown envelope bag,
and wore $3 stockings.
No, that isn't what I mean.
But what kind of a girl
was she... a lady or what?
I hardly noticed her.
Oh, we're getting no place fast.
I did the best I could.
Well, it isn't very good.
I couldn't exactly spy on him.
Why not?! That's what
I put you there to do.
Did he give you his bag
to boil up when he came back?
Oh, well, that's fine.
If you haven't got sense enough
to tell me what he did,
you tell me
what instruments you cleaned,
and I'll tell you what he did.
I didn't notice.
You didn't notice?
No, his bag was in such a mess,
I just dumped the whole thing
into the sterilizer.
He's awfully sloppy that way.
Oh, you're crazy.
He's one of the neatest boys
I ever saw in my life.
Well, um, maybe he was in a hurry
or... or something
this time.
Well, couldn't you connive around
and get some information,
some sort of a clue out of him?
Mm, he must have been in a bad humor.
He hardly opened his mouth.
Oh, get out of here!
You're a great help to me.
Thank you very much,
Dr. Gillespie.
You've got a mustache
on the back of your neck.
Hiya, doc.
Hello, Joe.
Good evening, doc.
The best of good luck to you
and the priest could say no more.
Thanks, Mike.
I'll have a short beer.
And how about a small spot
of Irish stew?
Fine select of beef,
and the vegetables are so fresh,
they talk back to you,
and the gravy running
all the way back to the kitchen.
No, I'll have a cheese sandwich.
What kind of food is that?
In Ireland,
we never ate any sandwiches,
and the youngest man
that died in our town was 108,
and he was hit by a truck
during a footrace.
What kind of a country's that?
Why, they don't even have
one good industry there, Mike.
They certainly do.
They have two...
Farming and fighting.
You mean to tell me they have
good fighters in Ireland?
Well, sir, if I'm not
telling you the truth,
may Solomon lose every dollar
he has invested
in this establishment.
But when a boy in country Clare
is 5 years of age,
his father takes him to kindergarten,
and if he can't lick
the teacher, he don't get in.
And what about the teacher?
Don't he know how to fight?
What? Oh, that's easy.
We have no Irish teachers.
He's got an answer for everything.
A little present for you, doctor.
Hey, wait a minute.
Joe, as long as my hands are free,
maybe I can make you a sandwich.
Have it your own way, Mike.
I'm warning you,
the baloney has garlic in it.
Maybe you'd better have
a bowl of soup.
I don't mind a little garlic.
My friend, there's no such thing
as a little garlic.
Hello, there, Flaherty.
Hi, Joe.
Glad to see you.
More than glad.
You're the one detective I know
that pays for his own drinks.
Maybe he'll buy everybody a drink.
I'd like to, but I have
a little work to do.
Have any of you boys heard of a kid
in the neighborhood that's been hurt?
What do you want him for?
Probably impersonating an officer
taking a banana off a stand.
I wish it were.
The boy I mean's
got a bullet hole in him.
He's wanted for the murder
of footsy Garson.
Well, if you know what he did,
how is it you don't know
his name and his telephone number?
Well, we just located somebody
that saw him getting away
from the scene of the shooting
and bleeding bad.
Maybe he just crawled away
somewheres and died.
Either that
or he's being taken care of
by some phony doctor.
If some doctor's
taking care of that guy,
he's getting plenty of dough.
Some doctors make a specialty
of that.
Yeah. Well, you only have to
get caught doing it once.
Then they take down your sign
and put up an eight ball.
You're right.
It doesn't pay to be a wiseguy.
Like the fella who came home
from medical college,
and the third day home,
he said to his father,
"dad, I cured
Mrs. Allen's indigestion."
And his father said,
"look here, you darn fool,
Mrs. Allen's indigestion
paid your way through college."
Dr. Kildare wanted in
Dr. Gillespie's office at once.
His master's voice.
What's he want with you now?
He fired you once.
Maybe he wants to hire me back
just for the sheer pleasure
of firing me again.
Morning, doctor.
Ah. I've been looking over
the reports of yesterday's work.
It's not bad.
There are a couple of cases here
that look as though
it had been handled with a
certain amount of intelligence.
That's something that seldom
happens among interns.
Just run-of-the-mill cases.
Just as serious
for a man to die
of a run-of-the-mill case
as it is of a rare disease,
like "q" fever.
I tell you one thing
you didn't do right, though...
You didn't make out a full report.
Oh, I think I did, sir.
No. You went out on a call.
A girl brought you back.
I don't see any mention of that here.
Ah, well, uh, I was tending
to personal business.
I'm sorry. I'll see
that it doesn't happen again.
Hmm. Do you take
your instruments with you
when you go out on personal business?
Yes, I make it a habit to
so that, uh, your stooges can
turn you in a complete report.
My stooges?!
Why, you little fiddle-faddle.
I can put my stethoscope
over there against that wall
and tell you everything that happens
between here and peapack, New Jersey!
There wasn't anything else,
was there, sir?
Oh, by the way,
did Ms. Lamont show you
that, uh, little article
before she gave it back to me?
Little article?
Good morning, sir.
Hey, come back here!
I'm sorry, sir, but if I'm not
in the dispensary by 9:00,
I'll be late, and I know
you wouldn't like that.
Go in and report, toots.
Oh, Lamont, come in.
Well, Mary, it's a pleasure
to see you this morning.
You're the prettiest thing
I ever saw in my life.
There was a girl
in Raleigh, north Carolina,
30 years ago looked exactly like you.
If she could have played
the piano, I'd have married her.
You know, the first thing
a pretty girl ought to learn
is to write things down,
because she's liable to forget them.
For instance,
you returned a little article
to Dr. Kildare
last night,
and you forgot to tell me
anything about it.
Little article?
Oh, why, you mean his fountain pen?
No, I don't mean his fountain pen.
Why? Was there anything unusual
about his fountain pen?
It wouldn't work.
No, no. Couldn't have been
the fountain pen.
If a man means a fountain pen,
he says a fountain pen,
not "little article."
Did Dr. Kildare say I gave him
a little article?
Mary Lamont, you're lying to me.
You're fired.
Get out of here!
Yes, doctor.
Wait a minute!
Come back here.
You're not fired.
Sit down.
Mary, I told you if you wanted
to teach a stubborn,
hardheaded young man
how to swim in a hurry,
you'd throw him in the lake,
didn't I?
Yes, and you also told me
he hated you like rat poison.
No, no, no, no, no.
I said I was afraid he hated me.
Well, he doesn't.
He told me he'd rather work
for you than own this hospital.
He did?
Despite the way you treated him.
Mary, that stubborn young man
was in here a minute ago,
and he's in high gear.
He's as tickled with himself
as a hog on ice.
He must be doing something
I don't want him to do,
or he wouldn't be so happy about it.
I agreed to do some spying for you,
but, well, I've changed my mind.
Alright, Mary.
You do just exactly
as you want to do.
This is a free country.
That's alright.
Mary, you know why
I'm a diagnostician?
No, sir.
Because it's the beginning of things.
I am the sort of stubborn old mule
that likes to start at the beginning
to find the cause of things.
That's why I'm a diagnostician.
You see, Mary,
you can't start to cure anything
until you know what's wrong.
No, I suppose you can't.
So, you see, Mary,
how am I going to start
fixing up my boy Jimmy Kildare
unless you tell me
what's wrong with him?
Dr. Gillespie, that little
article was a bullet...
A freshly extracted bullet.
A bullet?
It was in his bag when he came back,
and a lot of the instruments
were stained with blood.
That means a gunshot wound.
And he didn't make out any report.
Nurse! Nurse!
Where's my morning paper!
Right here in the wastebasket,
where you keep everything.
Well, big ears,
what are you waiting for?
Where's 46th street
and Gaylor Avenue?
About five blocks from here.
That settles it.
The idiot's got himself
mixed up in a killing.
"Police dragnet searches
for bullet-riddled mystery man."
Well, there's one thing...
Whatever Kildare's done,
nobody else knows
anything about it yet.
Nobody but that redhead.
Ah, the fool...
The stupid fool.
Here's a boy I've been waiting
for 10 years to take my place,
and he goes and sticks
his neck in a noose.
Well, isn't that partly your fault?
You threw him in the lake.
Yes, and I put you there
to watch him!
Oh, by the great horn spoon, Mary,
we've both ginned it up good.
Are you going back to the hospital?
You nearly broke a leg
trying to find out
where I had lunch
and who phoned me at 3:17.
I'm going to keep your record
clean for the day.
Dr. Kildare,
I'm only trying to help you.
You tell Dr. Gillespie I don't
want to be helped his way.
This way, Jimmy, darling.
You live in this place?
Do you want the elevator man
to hear you?
Of course I don't live here.
I didn't want to take you
to my apartment.
You know, you mustn't be seen with me
in case something
should happen later.
Well, then, who do you know
who's so rich?
I went down to the real-estate
agency this afternoon
and had them show me the swellest
furnished apartments in town.
I picked this one to show to my
hardworking husband tonight.
He took a look at my card, my furs,
gave me the key, and here we are.
Take off your coat.
You know,
you're the most amazing thing
I've ever seen in my whole life.
Honey, you ain't seen nothing yet.
What do you suppose
a place like this rents for?
Well, the real-estate man
said $600 a month.
And this is our living room.
Come on, we have to sit down
and talk about a lot of things,
and I can't talk when I'm driving.
Mm-hmm. Neither can I
while you're driving.
Let's see. Where was I?
Oh, oh, yes.
I was telling you, I spent
an hour with Nick tonight.
Red's right on the job,
and everything's under control.
You know, Jimmy, I don't think
that I should go over there so often.
But you're sure Nick's
going to be alright?
Oh, I told you he'd be
on his feet in three weeks.
Well, then, all we have to do
is wait for a month
and get Nick on the boat.
Oh, Rosalie, who could have
shot footsy Garson?
Haven't you any idea?
Jimmy, it's sweet of you
to go on believing in Nick.
Oh, look.
Do you dance?
There's been argument about it.
I think I do.
Well, I'll soon find that out.
You better be good.
I was a professional dancer once.
Oh, you chilly city people.
Don't forget...
Cold winds on skyscrapers.
And the sable coat to keep me warm.
It'll be a long time
before I can afford
to buy you a sable coat, I'm afraid.
Oh, well, this is such
a lovely place to wait.
I have an appointment
to see Dr. Carew.
Oh, yes, Dr. Kildare.
Go right in, please.
Oh, I beg your pardon.
I must have made a mistake.
Wait a minute, Jimmy.
Please, please, come in.
Come in.
I asked you to come here
because I was afraid
you mightn't want to come
to my office.
Now, look here, son.
You must know what you're doing.
It isn't a question
of your job here in the hospital
or your disgrace
in the medical profession.
It's got beyond that.
It's the law now.
It's murder.
Well, if I thought it was murder,
I wouldn't be mixed up in it.
The law calls it
an accessory after the fact.
It's a penitentiary offense.
I know that.
I know I'm a stubborn fool
in your eyes.
But I still think
that what I'm doing is right.
Now, look here,
you haven't done anything yet
that I can't square,
provided one thing.
Tell me where you got
that murderer hidden,
then I can notify the police
that you reported it.
Nobody's going to bother much
that you were a little slow about it.
Nobody but the boy
who goes to the chair.
Oh, you're a doctor,
not a judge and jury.
Every argument
you're going to advance,
I've thought of a hundred times.
I stayed awake half the night
saying them to myself.
But there's more than one reason
why I can't do what you say.
Well, I've done my best.
I guess there's no use.
I'm sorry, sir.
No use.
No use, huh?
Say, listen, beautiful.
Which one of you is this?
So, listen, Jessie, get me
Dr. Stephen Kildare in dartford,
and put it in on my private wire.
And do it fast, or the next time
I won't hold one of my patients
here an extra night
so you can wear her fur coat
to go to a dance.
I just know he took the wrong train.
Gee, I fell asleep and nearly
rode onto the junction.
How are you, dad?
How long can you stay?
Well, if you need me, why ask?
Dad, what's wrong?
You didn't say in your telegram.
Well, I'm in a little trouble...
The Galt case.
You remember old man Galt, the banker?
I think we'll drop mother
at the house
and go right on up to Galt's.
Well, let's get going.
Mother, you keep the coffee hot?
Oh, I will, I will.
I suppose I'll get a bill
for $2 for your son's services.
Interns don't take money.
Dad, could I see the medicine
you've been giving Mr. Galt?
Certainly, Jimmy.
Right here in the bathroom.
Medicine... $6.40
for the last batch of pills.
Just wait till that druggist
comes into my bank
and tries to borrow some money!
There you are, Jimmy...
Tonic, large pills...
Everything to build up
his resistance.
The old man's got his own way
of doing it, too.
He drinks four glasses
of goat's milk every day.
Goat's milk?
Yes, he imported
a herd of goats from Texas
a couple of months ago.
Let's see.
His fever acts like malaria
or maybe, uh, undulant fever,
doesn't it?
Undulant fever?
There's none of that around here.
Wait a minute.
Undulant fever...
Native to the south, mostly.
Comes from domestic animals...
Cows and goats... goats!
Yes, the goats he brought up
from Texas.
Maybe they're infected.
It could be undulant fever.
I wouldn't be surprised
if you're right.
Tell you, Jimmy, you've got to watch
the small details of a case like
this, the... the background.
That's what Dr. Gillespie has been
trying to pound into my head.
Now, I'll make the test,
and if there's undulant fever,
we'll give him sulfonamide.
Now, you go on home to your mother.
She's waiting to see you.
How are you, honey?
Hello, son.
Dad said not to wait.
He's liable to be all night
with Galt.
Glad to see me?
Am I glad to see you?
how's Dr. Gillespie?
Oh, fine.
Well, to tell you the truth,
I'm not working for him now.
I didn't make good on the job.
And you're brokenhearted.
What Gillespie wanted
I didn't seem to have.
I'll get along.
Of course you will.
With your dad's brains
and my good looks,
couldn't fail
with such a combination.
I love your modesty
about your beauty.
I never had any modesty
about my beauty.
When I was 17,
I was the most beautiful thing
you ever saw in your life.
I could have married
the richest man in the state,
if I hadn't been fool enough to
fall in love with your father.
Tell me, did you fall in love
with him all at once,
or did he sort of, uh, grow on you?
No. All at once, boom,
like falling off a chair.
I guess it can happen that way.
Say, ma, these things are very good
but, you know, kind of light.
Haven't we got something
in the icebox?
Oh, I have a better idea than that.
Here are two tickets for the
dinner and dance at the church.
Oh, wonderful.
Of course, I should have a girl.
What am I, a duck?
Madame, my arm.
Good morning.
Why did you walk out on me
at the dance?
Good morning.
What time did you get in last night?
About 12:00.
I could eat a horse this morning.
I'm not surprised.
Anybody who isn't hungry
after being to a church supper
must be anemic.
I'll start you with oatmeal,
and then I'll fry you four eggs.
What time does dad get down
for breakfast these mornings?
Oh, he didn't get home last night.
He's still at the Galts'.
Well, you want to tell me
before he gets back?
Tell you what?
What you got up so early to tell me.
Oh, you're in trouble.
I don't know what it is
or how you got into it,
but Dr. Gillespie
and said he wanted to get you
out of New York for several days.
Gillespie phoned here?
And that's why dad sent for me.
Oh, no.
I talked to Gillespie.
Your father thinks he really
needed you on the Galt case.
I horsed him around a little.
Well, if you found someone in a jam
and you knew they were right,
how far would you go to help them?
How far can you go?
Farther than a lot of people
think I ought to.
"A lot of people"?
Is Jimmy Kildare among those people?
Well, then, I'd stay on the side
of Jimmy Kildare.
He's the fella
you got to sleep with nights.
That's the way I've been figuring.
That settles it.
How about the other matter?
How did you know
there was anything else?
How did I know?
Haven't I been feeding you oatmeal
since you were half past 2?
And before that,
we weren't exactly strangers.
Well, her name is Rosalie.
She a nice girl, Jimmy?
I want to marry her.
Well, what's the trouble?
I don't know.
I guess there isn't any.
Well, marry as quick as you can.
If it isn't going to work out,
you'll get over it that much sooner.
And if it does work out,
you'll have that much more time
to be happy.
There. Now, then,
think over all I've said
and do it your own way.
You will anyway.
You get that from your father's side.
Well, what have I
been doing now, mother?
Morning, dad.
How's the Galt situation?
Son, you're looking at the
greatest doctor in the state.
My richest patient is symptom-free
and in magnificent spirit.
Did he offer to pay his bill?
No, but he, uh... he offered
to give me the goats.
So, Jimmy, you're free
for the rest of your vacation.
Well, then,
if you don't need me anymore,
I-I can get back to my job.
No, Nick, I haven't seen her yet.
I came here directly from the train.
You sure there's nothing wrong, doc?
She said you'd be gone
four or five days.
No. It's just that I
want to surprise her, too.
I'm going to call her
even before I report back
to the hospital.
We'll never be able to pay you
for all you've done for us, doc.
For you, Nick.
Tell me, what are you gonna do
when you get well,
keep running away
the rest of your life?
What do you think I'm gonna do,
walk up to cops and say,
"here I am, coppers. Fry me"?
You didn't shoot Garson, did you?
Of course I didn't.
But with what they've got on me,
they'd wrap up the mayor himself.
Easy, boys.
It's the law coming in.
Well, it looks like
I picked the right place.
Bad jam you're in, doctor.
Him? I never saw him before
in my life.
It's no use, kid.
I'm sorry, doc.
We've had this place staked out
since last night,
waiting to grab
whoever was patching him up.
Look, can't we take him
to a hospital?
That's all up to the inspector.
Marty, get the ambulance.
Could you let me have a couple
of minutes to make a phone call?
I'll save you a nickel, doctor.
As soon as I report this,
the boys will pick up
the redhead in the green coupe.
That you're not actually behind bars
is due to the prestige
of this institution.
Officially, you're suspended
from duty pending the outcome.
On your conviction, you will
necessarily be dismissed.
The rules of society
and the medical profession
will do the rest.
You idiot.
You congenital idiot.
I got you out of town.
Why didn't you stay there?
Dr. Gillespie,
if you'd been in my position
and felt the way I felt about it,
I think you'd have done what I did.
Oh, what a pity.
You do a blood transfusion
with a couple of broom handles
and a broken beer bottle,
and he ends up like this.
How do you know what I did?
Oh, I read it in the tea leaves
this morning.
Didn't I have the lewett boy
brought here?
Didn't I push myself up
to the 12th floor to see him?
If it's any satisfaction to you,
he'll live to die in the chair.
Very well, sir.
You know I only went
to take a slug at footsy.
I never carried a gun in my life.
And the police found two guns.
I go up to footsy.
A blast goes off in my ear.
Footsy falls.
I turned around, another blast
goes off right in my face.
I know all that Nick.
Isn't there some other angle
you haven't told me?
Well, look, we're hooked now.
Can't you think of anything
to help us?
Well, it wasn't really
on account of that 50 bucks
I went after footsy.
Well, what was it?
Well, it...
It was on account
of what he was saying about Rosalie.
Exactly what was it, Nick?
I-I didn't hear footsy myself.
You didn't hear him?
No. It was Tom Crandell
that told me.
Well, who's Tom Crandell?
He's the best friend I ever had,
next to you.
Well, where can I find him?
1210 Gaylor Avenue.
Hold on, doc. You're not gonna
spill that to anybody?
It wouldn't do us any good,
and it'd only make things
a lot tougher for Rosalie.
It's a promise, Nick.
I'll see you.
How are you, doc?
Be no trouble at all for
me to draw you a glass of beer.
Be no trouble for you to drink it.
And I wouldn't charge you
a cent for it,
and nobody'd be anything out
but Sullivan,
the man who paid for the beer.
No, thanks.
Have you seen Joe Wayman around?
I haven't laid eyes on him
since this morning.
Or was it yesterday morning?
Or last night?
Or could it have been noon?
Well, he ain't here now.
Do you want him
for something special?
I'll say I do.
Oh, fog horn,
you got your cab outside?
Hold that sandwich.
Glad to know you, doctor.
I'm naturally happy to meet
any friend of Nick's.
Please sit down.
Oh, thanks. Nick's in
a pretty bad jam, isn't he?
Yes, and you can imagine how I feel.
I suppose he told you he's
sort of a protege of mine.
Well, his friends
will have to help him,
because he has no real defense.
He's told several people apparently,
about Garson owing him money.
He does need help.
And interns get $10 a month.
Here's $200 for immediate expenses.
And Garson's dead because
he tried to do Nick out of $50.
I told the boy a dozen times
that gambling would
get him in trouble.
Did he mention his feelings
about Garson and the money to you?
Just between us, he did.
I'd better send my own lawyer
over to see Nick in the morning.
Oh, I doubt if he'll, uh,
get anything more out of him
than I have.
And that's nothing more
than you told me?
Absolutely nothing, except
his confused, foggy memory
just after he was shot
of seeing a man run past him
towards the stairs.
Pretty thin story without witnesses.
Yes, Nick himself admits
no one else was there
to have seen it.
That's mighty tough.
If we could only find
the man who ran past him.
Slim chance, though.
Not one in a million.
I can understand Nick
lying flat on the sidewalk
with a bullet in him,
not seeing who fired the shots,
but it's funny no one else did.
Must have disappeared awfully fast.
It's easy.
Nick said he ran upstairs.
Did you say upstairs?
Why, I didn't even know myself
he ran upstairs.
It's what Nick told me.
You haven't even seen Nick.
Well, good afternoon,
Mr. Crandell.
I see you have visitors.
Just one minute.
Let them ring.
I suspected something was wrong
when you blamed gambling
instead of Garson's talk
about Rosalie.
You see, I know
you steamed the boy up
with a lot of fairy tales.
So Nick told you.
Yes, and there's only one
way you could have known
what you just said, Crandell.
You were the man who ran upstairs.
You killed Garson, and you
thought you killed Nick.
Even if that were true,
it's your word against mine.
You're in a mess already.
Nobody'd believe you.
Oh, there you are, doc.
Okay, buddy. Thanks.
They said you wanted me.
Fog horn told me where to find you.
How did you get in here?
Why, I just had them use the passkey,
told them there was
a sick party here.
You can't keep an ambulance man
out of no place.
Uh, any trouble, doc?
This man killed footsy Garson
and blamed it on Nick.
He's crazy.
Why, I'm Nick's best friend.
I give up, Joe.
Let's get out of here.
Now, wait a minute, doc.
Are you sure of that?
I know he killed him,
I know he's guilty,
but I can't prove it.
Look, doc, you're a decent,
law-abiding citizen,
and what you don't see won't
get you in any more trouble.
Now, I'm gonna put on a nice, quiet
little search for the evidence...
No. There's no use making things
any the worse.
I ain't gonna do nothing illegal.
If this guy's got something
on his conscience,
it's only human kindness to
help him get it off his chest.
Now, here. You go out in the
hall and read this magazine.
There's some swell stories in there.
And just forget
about the whole thing.
Go ahead. Relax.
It's disgraceful!
People in there are fighting!
It's terrible.
Aren't you going to stop them?
Mm-hmm, just as soon
as I finish this article.
Come on, doc, he's in there,
just dying to tell you
all about the murder,
and I only had to tap him just
once with the old lie detector.
Yes, dear?
You don't think
the doctor's gonna cure me
in less than 38 more days, do you?
Oh, I'm sure it will be
at least that long.
I was getting scared.
Hello, Tommy.
You haven't got married
since I saw you last, have you?
No, I don't think so.
Take him down, nurse.
Well, Tommy, we planned
to take six steps today.
But I-I want you to do
a lot better than that.
I want you to walk
clear across the room
over to that wall over there.
Clear over there?
I can't do it!
Oh, yes, you can, Tommy.
Now, come on.
Go on, take your hands off there
and start walking over there.
Take them off.
I-I know I can't!
Go on over there and get it.
Well, what are you waiting for?!
Go on. Take him out
and put him under the lamp. darling.
Next patient!
Who's the next patient?!
I'm next.
I want to speak to you privately.
Get your hands off my chair!
Look here, Molly...
Have you heard about Kildare?
Oh, I've heard nothing else for days.
He's caught the real murderer,
and the whole mess is cleared up.
Well, how did you hear
about this before I did?
Oh, I've got my stooges, too.
Where's Kildare?
Well, they're still cutting the
red tape down at headquarters.
Now, aren't you happy?
Oh, yeah, sure I am.
You are not.
You're worried sick.
That was a great scheme, wasn't it?
Oh, he's a stubborn,
bull-headed, self-opinionated...
He's just like you.
That's why your scheme didn't work,
and that's why you're worried.
Now that he's out of the woods,
he won't come back to you.
Yes, Molly.
I guess you're right.
I'm not worried.
You'll think of something.
Operative b-17 reporting.
Oh, hello, Mary.
Come in, come in.
Have you heard about Dr....
Yes, yes, yes.
Apparently, Kildare is in the clear.
You mean his troubles
are just beginning.
Oh, don't be a fool.
If the lewett boy is innocent,
everything else
is easy enough to fix up.
I still have some friends left.
Well, you better have one of them
marry Nick lewett's sister
right away.
Oh, no, no, no.
Whatever Kildare did,
he did because he thought
Nick was innocent.
And he's right.
He's a smart boy...
Even though his methods may be wrong.
Well, Dr. Gillespie,
I overheard him talking
to her on the phone.
He was whispering,
but I did hear him say
and "I love you."
Oh... uh-oh.
That's bad.
Well, why didn't you tell me
that in the first place?
I know.
You couldn't make up your mind
whether you were on his side
or my side or your own side.
Well, we're both
on his side now, aren't we?
All I know...
This is serious.
He's young, hotheaded,
and he's cock of the walk now,
or he thinks he is.
Get me an ambulance right away,
will you?
I want number 8, nothing else.
Hurry up, now!
Step on it!
Give me a push, will you, Mary?
Well, what are you going to do?
I'm going to have a look
at that redhead with the green coupe.
Conover, have I got an overcoat?
No, sir. You give it away
last year.
Who's that coat belong to?
It belongs to a patient.
Oh, that's fine.
Open the door.
Come on. Give me a push,
Hurry up!
You're not going out of the hospital!
Well, why not?
I haven't been out of the joint
in three years.
Lend me your hat.
Go ahead, Conover. Hurry up.
Yes, but you...
Good afternoon.
Good afternoon, Ms. Lewett.
Wait for me outside, Conover.
You must be Dr. Gillespie,
aren't you?
Ms. Lewett,
if I ever have the misfortune
of being born again,
I won't mind it so much
if I'm born a very pretty girl
like you.
What did you come here for?
To ask you a lot of questions
that's none of my business.
My, what a lovely place.
Did, um... did Dr. Kildare know
you were coming here?
I haven't seen Dr. Kildare
since this morning.
I kind of thought
I might find him here.
Why, I haven't even
spoken to him today.
Is that so?
If you'd read the papers,
you would have seen
that it took me till noon
to get myself bailed out.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I-I forgot.
You didn't come here to tell me
how sorry you were.
I guess you and your brother
are very comfortable here.
Yes, we are.
Now that everybody knows
that Nick is your brother,
he could do with some clean
linen and some fresh clothes.
I'd be glad to take them over to him.
That's very nice of you
to come all this way
just to get some clothes for Nick.
I didn't. I came to get
a good look at you.
And, um...
What have you found out?
Oh, a couple of interesting things...
Not necessarily against you.
Such as?
Oh, you know just as well as I do.
Oh, but I don't.
Aw, you're too smart a girl not to.
Ms. Lewett, Jimmy Kildare's
very fond of you.
I'm very fond of Jimmy Kildare.
So, suppose you sit down there
tell me all about yourself and why.
Well, then, I'd better start
by telling you that...
Excuse me.
Oh, hello, Jimmy.
Well, no wonder you couldn't.
I just got home.
But have you proven it?
Well, is he completely clear?
Oh, but, Jimmy, are you sure?
Well, how'd you do it?
He confessed?
Well, who's "he"?
Thomas Crandell?
this is Dr. Gillespie.
Where are you?
Well, you'd better get over here
right away.
The photograph, I presume,
is Thomas Crandell.
Young woman, for the past 30 years,
I've been reading women's minds
to find out what's wrong with them.
You can't fool me.
That phone call made you very happy
till you learned the name
of the real murderer,
then the bottom dropped out
of your life.
Thomas Crandell...
The last man in the world
you wanted it to be.
I felt pretty certain
there was a Thomas Crandell.
You... you had no suspicion
of the truth?
Must have been
a pretty important reason
for Crandell to want
your brother dead.
Oh, but there can't be a reason.
Why, he and Nick were
the best of friends.
Mr. Crandell
did a lot for Nick.
The racetrack last summer...
Somewhere in that fact is
the key to the whole situation.
Did your brother ever...
Oh, what difference does it make
why it all happened?
Well, from your viewpoint,
I guess you're right.
But you've still got Nick.
That must mean a whole lot to you.
Yes, I've...
I've still got Nick.
That'll be Jimmy.
He was only around the corner
when he phoned.
Don't let him in!
Now, now, I must.
Now, pull yourself together
and open the door.
What are you gonna tell him?
I'm not going to tell him anything.
You are.
Go ahead.
What have you been saying
to this girl?
Sit down a minute, Jimmy.
Everything's alright now.
We haven't a thing to worry about.
What are you doing here, anyway?
I'm going right now.
I'm only going to stay here
long enough to settle something.
If Rosalie will tell you about it,
it'll save me the trouble.
You mustn't be upset
over anything he said.
Go ahead, Rosalie.
Well... well,
I... I'd be foolish
if I didn't want to tell you
the decent part first.
Jimmy, I honestly believed
that Nick w-was guilty
of this murder,
and everything I did was to save him.
I never doubted that.
Well, I needed somebody
to help him, so...
So it turned out to be you.
But I...
It'll be easier for her
if you don't interrupt.
I tried everything I-I could
to keep you in line.
"In line"?
Well, that's not you talking.
That's Dr. Gillespie.
Well, suppose you decide
after she's finished?
Well, now comes the part that...
That's not so nice.
Oh, Jimmy, I knew I'd have to
tell you sooner or later
or that you'd find out or something.
But, you see, I know a man named...
...named Tom Crandell.
You know...
I didn't know anything
about this killing business
until your telephone.
You never cared anything
about me at all.
Well, are you satisfied?
Rosalie, if it wasn't
for my confounded stomach,
I'd take you out
and we'd get good and drunk.
It'd do me good.
Well, as your physician,
I can't subscribe to that,
but as your friend, I can.
You, my friend?
If you ever need a little help,
just holler for me.
Open the window and listen
for the ambulance siren.
Well, just what are your plans now?
Oh, I don't know.
Start all over again, I guess,
from... from scratch.
Well, you're young.
Well, if he was out getting drunk,
he'd be in Sullivan's place.
He ain't in Sullivan's place,
so he ain't out getting drunk.
Oh, I think I know where he is.
He's out walking himself tired.
And when he gets tired enough,
he'll come back and go to bed.
You said that
at 11:00.
Say, did you tell him it was me
what dug up the stool pigeon
that tipped off the cops?
No. Why?
Well, I just wanted to know
if he was sore at me, too.
That was the floor nurse.
He just got off the elevator.
Get out of here, you fat head!
Yes, Dr. Gillespie.
Not that way!
Uh, listen,
Dr. Gillespie.
Well, what's the idea of barging
in here after midnight?
This is a hospital, not a nightclub.
I just came to say goodbye.
I'm going home to practice
with my father.
If I'd had any sense,
I'd have gone long ago.
If you'd had any sense,
there wouldn't be any necessity
for your going at all.
Dr. Gillespie, I have just
30 minutes to catch my train,
so, you see, I haven't time...
Why, you little whippersnapper,
if you'd stayed in dartford,
the whole thing would've been
over before you got back,
just as I had planned!
You mean you planned that arrest?
Certainly I did.
I gave Wayman $20 for a stool pigeon
to tip off the police to follow
a redhead in a green coupe.
Of that, I'll bet Wayman
kept 10 bucks for himself.
But if I hadn't come back,
what would have happened to Nick?
The same interest
would be working for him
that got you released,
that got Nick transferred
to this hospital.
That got you a chance
to talk to him...
My friend
the assistant district attorney.
How do you like them apples?
I had to do it the wrong way
and very nearly ruin myself.
The only redeeming thing
about the whole performance
was your instinctive faith in Nick.
I suppose I should also
thank you for this afternoon.
Well, I suspect you'd rather
not talk about that.
No, I don't mind now.
At least I know that sort of thing's
never going to happen to me again...
Not with a girl like that, anyway.
Now, wait a minute, now.
We all get into trouble,
but a girl gets a chance
to make a different kind
of a fool of herself than a man.
I should have known
you'd feel that way about it.
Who am I to start throwing stones?
But I didn't have to be so...
So blind.
You did not,
young Dr. Kildare.
Books could be written about Rosalie,
but it'd be just a long way
of saying one thing...
She's a bad little girl,
and you should have known it.
Well, uh, I'll miss my train...
Well, wait a minute.
You've got plenty of time.
I want to hear about this killing.
Well, you see, Crandell
owed Garson a lot of money.
He also knew Nick
was getting suspicious
of the Rosalie situation.
So Crandell cleverly arranged
to shoot them both
and make it look
like a grudge killing.
Very clever.
Well, thanks for everything,
Dr. Gillespie.
I've been wrong and stupid,
and I'm paying for it.
Wait a minute.
Uh, instead of going back
to dartford,
how would you like to stay here
and be my assistant again?
Dr. Gillespie,
I, uh...
If you don't like
your present quarters,
why not sleep in 412?
I'm sending him home tomorrow, cured.
Instead of "q" fever,
all that ailed him
was he owed eight payments
on a piano.
I loaned him the money.
But... but why are you
asking me to come back?
Because I don't want to waste
all my trouble and effort.
Why do you suppose I fired you?
Why do you suppose I got Carew
to put you in the dispensary?
Did you arrange that, too?
Certainly, to see if contact
with hundreds of human beings
would tell you there's something
more to diagnosing disease
than Guinea pigs and microscopes,
that there are things that
I call "invisible wounds"...
Wounds to the conscience,
the soul, the heart...
Which only a doctor with
a heart of his own can see.
But people can die
of these invisible wounds
just as surely as they can from...
Well, from things like this
on my finger.
Well, then...
Oh, that's alright.
I don't mind that.
Well, then, that means
that we have to work
that much faster, doesn't it?
Of course it does.
You know, we haven't
the faintest idea yet
what doctors can really do.
Why, there's enough money, time,
and labor lost through illness
to pay all the debts on earth,
to say nothing
of the tragedy that's caused
when some little pay envelope's
shy two days' wages.
But there's a day coming...
I won't live to see it...
When man, who didn't ask
to be put on this earth,
will be guaranteed by all
the resources of the human race
his right to health
added to his rights
to life, Liberty,
and the pursuit of happiness.
I know.
I'll admit I was a little rough
with you, Jimmy,
but when you haven't got time
to teach a child to swim,
you Chuck it in the lake.
To sink or swim.
Well, you...
Not only you didn't sink,
but you nearly dragged
the whole hospital in after you.
Well, I'm pretty sure
I've learned something.
I'll wire my mother
I'm not coming home.
I talked to her an hour ago.
She isn't expecting you.
Well, what do you want to do now,
go to work or waste the whole
rest of the night sleeping?
Oh, I got over being sleepy
about five minutes ago.
Good, then you can go in there
and start working
on that unfortunate young woman
who's waiting for you.
And, Jimmy...
...when you get time, set that
clock forward 15 minutes.
Well, how did it get 15 minutes slow?
I wanted to be sure
you'd miss your train.