Young Dr. Kildare (1938) Movie Script

James Kildare M.D.
Oh, it's beautiful!
It couldn't be more beautiful.
You know, this town's getting more
like New York every day.
Two banks, two ten-cent stores,
and now two doctors.
Oh, not exactly two doctors.
Jimmy is...
I mean, Dr. James Kildare,
is going to practice with his father.
- In the same house?
- Uh-huh.
Wonder how you're gonna get along
with old Doc Kildare's wife.
Why, I love Mrs. Kildare.
Yeah? When I married my wife
I loved her mother too.
Seems to me you're taking an awful
lot for granted about Jimmy and me.
Well, if I am, then the whole
town's crazy.
I wish people would mind
their own business.
- How much is it?
- Well, it's three dollars, but...
- Dr. Steve ordered it...
- I'll pay you cash.
Well, as long as you're gonna pay cash
I'll make it two dollars.
I might be sharp, but I ain't dishonest.
- One, two.
- Sold.
Dr. Steve! Mrs. Kildare, it's here!
Where are you?
Here we are, in the parlor.
I mean, in Jimmy's office.
I paid for it myself.
Please let it be from me.
Well, I guess that's all right,
isn't it, Mother?
Of course!
You'll stay for dinner, Alice.
We're going to have raisin bread...
...and everything Jimmy loves.
Oh, I'd feel terrible if he ate on the train.
Oh, any boy that's been away from home
for two years is bound to come home hungry.
Well, Mother, the great day is here
at last.
Our Jimmy is a doctor.
- Come on, let's hang it up.
- All right.
But I want to be on that station platform
when Jimmy's train gets in.
There's plenty of time when she whistles
through the crossing.
Oh, let me have one of your
big handkerchiefs.
I know I'm going to cry.
I did two years ago when he went away
What would you do if we had
two sons coming home?
I'd cry twice as hard.
There! Makes you feel healthy
just to look at it.
Oh, but I think it looks
much better there.
You know, let him start at the bottom
and work up.
- Oh, I'm so sorry!
- That's all right.
Mother meant it's just as well
not to give Jimmy...
...too much an idea of his own
importance too soon.
- Stephen, the whistle!
- My hat, my hat!
Gee, maybe I should have worn
my blue print.
But that covers my arms, and I think
he ought to see how I've improved.
Two years ago I was all elbows
and things.
You know, in my day if a girl
had a good figure... was a complete secret between
her peticoat and corset.
- There he is, down the car...
- Jimmy!
- Jimmy!
- Mother!
You're thin as a rail.
You've been working too hard.
I'm as strong as a horse.
Let me look at you.
Mother, you're more beautiful
every day.
Jimmy, you've learned to flatter.
That's right, madam, very important for the
budding young physician.
- How are you, Dad?
- Fine, Jimmy, fine.
As one Dr. Kildare to another
you look sound as a dollar.
Well, I've got a few years left,
I hope.
- It's nice to have you home, buddy.
- It's great to be home.
Pardon me, my name is Dr. Kildare.
I used to live in your town.
Welcome home, Jimmy.
Isn't that just like a woman?
Turn your back and look what happens.
Everybody says she's the prettiest
girl in town,
- ...and for once everybody's right.
- I see what you mean.
That's for coming down to the depot
to welcome me home, more to follow.
You don't have to tell her everything
now, Jimmy.
- Alice is coming home to dinner with us.
- Okay, let's go!
- Mother, put my bag down!
- Jimmy, your book!
Say, I almost forgot.
- I have to send a wire.
- Any trouble?
No, there's an old man in the hospital
back in Blaineseville.
Sick a month and nobody's been able
to say what it is.
I think I have it.
Figured it out in the train.
Well, you can send the wire
from the house.
One of the first things a doctor's
got to learn... to do everything the easiest way.
It's just as good to the patient
and much better for you.
Okay, doctor.
Now it begins to feel
like I've never been away.
I think that I could...
What's this?
- A gift from Alice.
- It was Dr. Steve's idea.
- It's swell, I didn't expect...
- Wait till you get inside.
In the parlor, Jimmy!
In the parlor!
You know, Jimmy, we never did use
the parlor anyway.
Now you and your father will be right
across the hall from each other.
In case I need any advice.
I say, it's great. Who'd want
a better office than this?
Well, you get sun, and air,
and room for your thoughts.
Now, if you don't starve to death
before your first patient comes along,
you'll be a successfull doctor.
Oh, good heavens, if I don't get in
the kitchen, we'll all starve to death!
- I've got a surprise for you.
- Give me three guesses.
- One, two, raisin bread.
- Oh, wise guy!
I'll help you.
Wise guy? Where did Mother
ever learn that kind of language?
I put a radio in the kitchen
and the first night when I came home...
Mother said, "Hiya, big boy,
what do you have for the mob?"
Here, Jimmy.
Here's a handy little gadget.
It's a fountain pen and a pocket
thermometer with your initials on them.
You shouldn't have done that.
That's all right. I look upon that
as a good investment.
You know, Jimmy, I've reached the age
where a man...
...gets a little bit weak in the knees.
But with you around to spare me,
I ought to be good for another ten years.
Of course.
The stuff is here and it's hot.
Come and get it!
Now here's a tip for you, Jimmy,
and it's as good now as the day
I graduated.
Whenever you're in doubt as to what
ails a patient,
give him bicarbonate of soda
and see what develops in the morning.
- Hi, Alice.
- Hi.
I couldn't sleep.
- Neither could I.
- Where's your bathing suit?
Let's see you dive.
Belly flop.
You gotta cake in your back.
Come on, let's see you crawl.
You're wallowing, straighten out!
Hey, come on back here and let's see
if we can straighten out that wallow!
It's my wallow and I like it.
Sit down, Jimmy.
- Alice, you know something?
- What?
- You've grown up.
- Oh, I put on long skirts when I was 14.
I never knew you were ever
that young.
Oh, I was born old.
Well, nobody's as old as I feel now.
And I'm going to tell you
why you're an old, old man.
These lines are from working
in the grain fields summers,
...and for tending college furnaces
in winter.
But these lines are new.
These lines across your front.
They say, how am I going to tell
the folks...
...that in spite of the neat way
they've made out my future,
I'm not going to stay in Dartford?
How did you know?
Jimmy, I know you so well,
I could even pick out your necktie.
Well, if it's still you inside
there, skinny,
I thought about you a great deal.
Did you ever think about that
4th of July picnic?
Remember coming home in the bus?
As a matter of fact, I kissed you
that night, do you remember that?
And old man Heidelbeck's big car
rushed by and you said,
'When I get to be a doctor,
we're going to have a car like that.'
It'll be a long time before
I can afford 16 cylinders.
Look, Jimmy,
I have some money of my own and we can
make a payment on the Andrews' house.
Well, that's that.
No good.
Even with the moon helping... just don't want this girl.
- Don't go away, Jimmy.
- I have to.
Alice, there are two ways
of being a doctor.
One is for the living you can
make out of it. Now...
...I could marry you, settle down and count
on taking over my father's practice.
Why don't you?
Because being a doctor can be bigger
than three meals a day.
Ehrlich was that kind of a doctor,
and so was Lister.
I'm certainly no Lister, but...
I don't know, somehow I have to find
out where I belong in medicine...
...and there's no way to do that
in Dartford.
Look, Jimmy. Promise me you'll tell
your father the first thing in the morning?
Before he makes any more plans
for you.
- Now run along home.
- And leave you here alone?
Yes... I've got a lot of knitting
I want to unravel.
- I'll see you in the morning, huh?
- Yes.
Belly flopper!
I'll show you.
Well... A fine time of the night
for you to be up.
I heard you go out.
I'm sorry I woke you.
I tried to sneak out.
Well, a country doctor's got to learn
not to expect to get too much sleep.
You'll get used to that.
- Dad...
- Yes?
There's something I have to tell you.
I feel like a heel about it but...
I can't stay in Dartford.
You can't stay here?
I never dreamed of anything like this.
It was swell of you but...
But your mother and I, we thought...
We counted on...
I know, but I had to decide in a hurry.
There was a chance for me to get into
the Blair General Hospital in New York...
...and I grabbed it.
- New York?
- Yes.
If I had known how you felt about it,
if I had any idea...
I'm afraid I've made the same mistake
that I've seen so many fathers make.
I took my son for granted.
Then I've let you down.
Well, Jimmy, what's it to be?
Medicine, surgery, research, or what?
I don't know.
In the big army that makes
sick people well again...
...there must be a real place for me.
But I don't know what I'm good for.
I don't know if I'm good
at anything at all.
That's why I have to go
to the right place to find out,
the big hospital in New York.
The big city has its advantages.
But let me show you the other side.
Let me point out some of the things
you'll have to give up.
You see that house over there?
I built that home.
I myself saw George Hudson
put it up four years ago.
Yes, but he built it with the life
and strength...
...that I gave back to him
the year before.
That's why I call it one of my houses.
- You won't find that in the city.
- I know.
Last Saturday I saw the Dartford
High School play baseball.
They won, too.
That was my victory. I brought
every one of those boys into the world.
- The city won't give you that.
- I know it won't.
A country doctor never
gets rich, Jimmy.
And he never even hopes to.
But there's hope to be done here.
But don't you see?
You've found your place.
You're needed here.
I don't know where I belong.
If it'll make you happy, son,
go ahead.
I feel fifty years younger.
It isn't going to be good news
for your mother.
I know that, I know.
Perhaps it'll be a little bit easier
if I tell her.
Oh, no, that's my job.
That's the one thing I'm sure of.
How soon do you have to go?
Old folks are foolish, Jimmy.
And maybe a little selfish.
We did hope you'd stay.
We ought to have known
that a boy with that gumption,
enough to work his way through
college and medical school...
...wouldn't stay put in Dartford.
- I'm sorry.
- Nonsense.
Our boy is going to the finest
hospital in New York.
And he's going to be the greatest
doctor in the country.
Of course he is, Mother.
Yes, this is Dr. Kildare.
It's a telegram for me.
Write it down, will you?
All right.
'Following your telegram,
made injection as prescribed.
Temperature now broken to normal.
Congratulations and thanks.
John Cutler M.D.'
- Who's John Cutler M.D.?
- That's my wire.
Oh, of course.
I've got to get used to the idea...
...that there are two
Doctors Kildare now.
I had a hunch about that fellow
and I was right.
Was the sick man a friend of yours?
No, I don't even know his name.
You go right upstairs
and get out of those wet clothes...
...or I'll put you on the spot.
I'm afraid you'll have to sell
that radio, Dad.
I don't think I could stand it
if Mother started singing...
...Flat Foot Floogie with a Floy Floy.
Good night, dear.
- Good night, Father.
- Good night, Dr. Kildare.
- I'm James Kildare, Dr. James Kildare.
- A new intern?
- I'm very glad to meet you.
- Well, thanks, but why the 'very'?
Well, I'll tell you. Whenever I get
unhappy about my job...
I think of what an intern has
to go through for $20 bucks a month,
- then I feel good again.
- Oh, I catch on.
Your first duty is to report
to Dr. Carew's office at 10 o'clock.
That's room 301.
On the third floor.
Oh, I really could have guessed the 301
would be on the third floor.
Well, for $20 a month
we can't expect detectives.
Hey, listen, fellows,
a pal of mine just finished his year here
and he gave me some tips on this place.
He says this Dr. Carew, the head
of the hospital, is a great executive.
But the real wonder man
is Dr. Leonard Gillespie.
- I thought you were gonna tell us something.
- Okay, I'll shut up.
Wait a minute. He's not the only guy here.
Go ahead, doctor.
Don't get fooled by the fact that old
Gillespie's legs have gone bad on him.
He's still dynamite.
And don't parade your medical
knowledge in front of him...
...because that's all he's waiting for.
By the time he gets through with you
you'll wonder...
...whether you went to a Medical School
or a farmer college.
Will you come in, please, doctors.
The new interns, Dr. Carew.
Ah, yes, the new interns.
Good morning.
Gentlemen, you are standing on the threshold
of your medical careers.
I've brought you here...
...because I wanted to extend to you
my own greetings...
...and also because I want to introduce
to you... of the greatest intellects
of the medical profession.
I refer to Dr. Leonard Gillespie.
A man who has risen so far above
a great physical handicap...
...has to fill me with awe and respect
even while he keeps us waiting.
And while we're waiting,
may I point out that only
a very great doctor...
...can afford to disregard the rules
of punctuality
Good morning. Before you go
any further about punctuality, Walter,
would you mind telling me any diseases
ever cured.
- What's this?
- Some very learned young men.
Oh, I doubt it.
- Beer.
- Yes, sir.
- Football.
- Yes, doctor.
Well, you've all won your degrees.
And you claim to be doctors.
I want one of you to step forward...
...and look at my hands and tell me
anything you find there...
...of interest pathologically.
Well, come on, I'm not going
to bite you!
Is there or isn't there a doctor
among you?
Oh, here's a brave man.
Go on, take a hold of them.
Turn them over.
Look at them with your eyes
and look at them with your brains.
Tell me what you see.
There's a slight discoloration
partly under the nail...
...and partly at the edge of the nail
of the little finger, sir.
Oh, you're looking only with your eyes.
Anyone can see a slight discoloration.
What does it mean?
Come along, speak up, what do you see?
May I examine the epitrochlear
gland in your elbow, sir?
Hey, what are you doing?
Who are you?
What's your name anyway?
- Kildare. James Kildare.
- Kildare, huh? That's an Irish name.
The Irish do well with horses.
Well, maybe that's your talent, Kildare.
Not men, horses.
Dr. Benson, report to Eye Clinic.
Dr. Benson, report to Eye Clinic.
Dr. Benson, report to Eye Clinic.
How do I look, Dr. Joiner?
Tell me, how do I look?
- Very medical, Dr. Collins, very medical.
- Thank you, Dr. Joiner.
May I feel your elbow?
- What do you find. Dr. Collins?
- Athlete's foot, undoubtedly.
Isn't that your diagnosis,
Dr. Kildare?
Don't ask me, I treat horses,
not jackasses.
Maybe that'll hold you two
for a while.
When I'm taking out Park Avenue
appendixes, at ten grand a slice,
you boys'll go around bragging
you used to room with me.
Well, I got the best idea
in the world.
A very smart doctor tipped me off.
I'm gonna be a skin specialist.
Your patients never die...
...and they never get well.
If you're really being serious,
I'm gonna tell you what I'll do.
I'm gonna be an obstetrician,
at $5.000 a baby termed COD...
...and a special check from grandma.
And you, where do you go
from here?
Me? I'm the guy who doesn't know
where he's going.
Well, I know one thing.
Dr. Gillespie settled that.
You're not going to be
a diagnostician.
Dr. Kildare, report to Dr. Gillespie's
office at once.
Dr. Kildare, report to Dr. Gillespie's
office at once.
I didn't think there was anything
Dr. Gillespie forgot to tell you.
What are you all dressed up for, sonny?
- I'm a cripple.
- Oh, go along, I don't believe you.
How long have you been wearing
this contraption?
- Three years, doctor.
- Let the boy speak for himself.
- Three years, doctor.
- Three years, huh?
You know, I think they've been playing
a trick on you, son.
A mighty mean trick, too.
- Bring the boy to see me tomorrow.
- Oh, thank you, Dr. Gillespie.
- They told me if you would take him...
- Never mind what they told you.
Your boy's got a chance.
A first-class chance, too.
- Good-bye, doctor.
- Good-bye, son.
Next patient.
Dr. Gillespie sent for me.
My name is Kildare.
Yes, doctor.
Do you want to see Dr. Kildare?
No, I don't want to see him,
but I need to. Send him in.
Well, doctor?
I'd better cut down on the stuff?
Taper off maybe, with wine and beer?
Why taper off?
Stick to whisky if you like it best.
Too late to change now.
Too late?
You mean I can't be cured?
You'll live four months with whisky
and about six months without it.
Why not be happy right up
to the end?
Now, you told me you had your warnings
ten years ago...
...and your chances too.
Now it's coronary and it's too late.
No, please...
This way out.
I suppose you wouldn't talk
to him like that.
Fools to have thrown away
what God gave them.
I suppose you still baby them
with soft talk.
- You sent for me, sir.
- Yes, I sent for you.
Next patient!
No, no, no, no, hold the patient!
Tell me, what was your idea
in being a doctor anyway?
I suppose you thought it'd be a nice,
soft, easy way of making a living.
- That wasn't the idea at all.
- No?
Oh, of course, I should have known.
You're going to save the human race.
You had a picture of yourself
rushing in somewhere...
...with a test tube, and holding it up,
and saying,
'Gentlemen, I've found it!
After years of effort, I've discovered
the cure for barber's itch.'
Not that either.
No? Well, you must have
some goal.
What is it?
- That's what I'm trying to find out.
- I believe it.
Come with me.
Oh, just a minute.
You pretend to know something
about sick people?
What about this boy?
- Malnutrition, sir.
- Hmm...
And this one?
- Rickets, sir.
- Ah...
Hold it just a minute, nurse.
Have a look at this one.
Dehydrated, sir.
What would you give this one?
Pituitary extractor.
Oh, here's our little mouse breeder.
What would you do about her?
Adenoids and tonsils, sir.
- Operation?
- Yes, sir.
General anesthetic?
Yes, sir.
So you'd give her a general anesthetic,
would you?
You know what would happen?
You'd get the adenoids
and the tonsils out, all right,
and you'd have a dead child.
Her chest is full of tuberculosis.
The anesthetic would kill her,
young Dr. Kildare.
Come on in the office.
Let them laugh, incompetent fools,
the whole lot of them.
And you weren't any smarter yourself
when you ordered that operation, were you?
But I didn't have a chance to examine
her thoroughly.
Why were you so quick to make
a decision then?
You asked me, Dr. Gillespie,
I had to answer.
Oh, yes, yes... that's true, you did.
Well, I'm going to tell you the answer
you should have given.
You should have said, Dr. Gillespie,
I'll examine this girl's chest,
and her heart, and I'll X-ray it...
then I'll sit down and think.
And when I'm through using
my head...
...and the little knowledge I got
in Medical School,
then I'll tell you what I think
we ought to do.
- Yes, sir.
- Hmm.
Tell me what you saw in my hand
this morning.
I'd rather not say, sir, until I've examined
the epitrochlear gland in your elbow.
Why do you want to thumb me all over
like an old textbook?
All right, go ahead.
Well, what do you find?
I believe the bruise on your finger
is a small melanoma.
The swolen gland confirms it.
Melanoma, you say.
Yes, sir. Cancer.
- You know what that means?
- It means death.
Uh, what kind of a diagnosis is that?
We all have to die.
You could take a newborn baby
and say death...
and you'd be right, sooner or later.
Death doesn't mean a thing
until you can answer the question...
How soon?
Well, answer me, how soon?
- Maybe... ten years.
- Now don't lie!
Have the courage of your guesses
if you've got nothing else.
With luck, you have one year.
Where's your proofs?
I was hopeful you had an instinct
for diagnosis and a mind to back it up.
I was even hopeful that I could teach you
the things I gave my life to learn.
But I'll have no truck with guessing,
and wrong guessing at that.
Get out.
Go on, get out!
Yes, sir.
Next patient!
Hiya, babe!
Who do I draw today?
I can tell just what you had your breakfast
and where you ate it.
- What?
- You had eggs with garlic...
- ...and you ate it in a pool room.
- What are you talking about?
The eggs are on your uniform,
and the garlic, that's a cinch.
And your manners you couldn't have
learned anywhere else but a pool room.
Now, Miss Green, would you mind
telling me, if it isn't too much trouble.
Just which one of the interns
is gonna be in charge...
...of my ambulance this beautiful
Dr. James Kildare.
- Oh, Gillespie's pal.
- Hm-hmm.
Hey, look, I get off at 6 o'clock
So hows about you and me
going out for a little dinner...
...and maybe some fancy hoofing?
Well, it's an offer.
Aw, come, on, I may not be a spencer...
...but I certainly ain't the cheapest guy
in the world, am I?
- I said am I?
- Wait a minute, I'm thinking!
No, Mr. Wayman,
there are no messages for you.
- Uh, yes, m'am.
- Wayman.
- This is Dr. Kildare.
- How do you do?
- How do you do, doctor?
- Wayman and the driver...
...will give you every bit of help
they can.
But remember one thing.
You're in charge.
There's three pairs of hands
with every ambulance...
...but only one set of brains.
- Good luck.
- Thank you.
These hands of ours will be
in the ambulance...
...whenever that brain of yours
wants it.
Don't let it get you, doc.
It's a hospital game knocking over
every new intern.
Even Gillespie plays it.
Gillespie doesn't knock them over,
he mows them down.
Saloon on Wren Street?
92. Accident case.
Listen, Marion, send out and get me
a cheese sandwich, will you?
There it is, doc.
You're on your own.
Remember our motto,
bring them back alive.
Okay, doc, here it is.
Drinks a couple of shots
and goes out like a light.
There ought to be a law.
He's got that cut behind the ear,
so I couldn't book him.
I can tell you what it is
without counting, doc.
Or heart.
Heart or whisky, come on,
get him in the ambulance right away.
Doc, the hospital.
Yes, Kildare speaking.
Suicide? Turned on the gas?
121, Lester Street.
Yes, I'm leaving right away.
Sometimes these drunks come in so fast
we have to cord them up like wood.
I think it's heart, coronary.
Can you give oxygen?
Do you know how to adjust a face mask?
Why waste good oxygen on a case like this?
All he needs is black coffee.
His name's Kegelman,
there it is on the...
Do you know how to give oxygen?
Certainly I know how!
I haven't been riding these buses
for five years for nothing.
Okay, I'm sending you back
to the hospital with him.
You've got to feed him oxygen all the way,
is that clear, very clear?
Don't get tough with me, brother.
I've seen five hundred of you guys
come and go.
You've got your orders.
You come right back for me.
I'll be with that suicide.
- Is she dead?
- Cold.
Gives a household a bad name
to have a thing like this happen.
They come in off the street
and dirty up a decent place.
Bring me warm blankets
and hot water quickly.
Gee, doctor, ain't she dead?
She will be if you don't hurry up
with those blankets.
She isn't dirtying up my blankets.
There ain't a flicker in them.
- Do I have to call a policeman?
- All right, get the blankets.
Suppose you do bring her around.
She'll just blot herself out
some other way.
Somebody go downstairs and wait
for the ambulance.
I'll go, doc.
As soon as it gets here, tell the intendent
to bring the oxygen on the run.
- Help me, somebody.
- I'll help, let me help.
Whenever I stop, hold this mirror
to her lips.
- Yell out if it clouds up.
- Yes, sir.
Yes, one across her shoulders.
Now the side here.
One across her feet.
Fifteen to the minute, no faster,
no slower.
Oh, what's the use?
She's down, she's through.
No, no breath.
What are you breaking yourself in half for?
She's jsut something off the streets.
Look! Look, it's clouding!
She's breathing.
Come on, stand back.
Give her air, will you?
I guess I'm glad of it.
This will take the curse off my room.
Gangway. Stand aside, folks.
They say you're hauling
frocks in, Dr. Kildare.
- Uh-oh, that's a swell dish.
- Come on, hurry it up, will you? Hurry!
Mon mtier et mon art,
c'est vivre.
- Who are you?
- I'm your friend.
Steady, steady.
Everything is all right.
- All right.
- It's all right. I'm your friend.
Oh, let me die.
We're going to sleep again now.
We need to sleep and be strong... we can do what needs
to be done.
I've got to die.
- Why?
- Before they all find out.
Sleep, that's right.
Well, our young men are highly excited.
They tell me you have a very attractive
young lady here.
I hear you're bringing the dead
back to life again.
She'll live all right.
My young men were right for once.
I've never seen anything lovelier.
Well, since you didn't notice the beauty,
what did you notice about her?
Height, weight, approximate age,
general physical condition
and a few other details.
Young Dr. Kildare, give me the details.
- She was educated abroad.
- How can you tell she was educated abroad?
- The sort of French she speaks.
- What sort of French? What did she say?
She said, 'Mon mtier et mon art
c'est vivre.'
Meaning what?
Means my business and my art
is to live.
- Very good. What's her name?
- Identity unknown, doctor.
That's unimportant.
The thing is what made her do it.
It wasn't money.
Because the fur piece we found in her room
the nurse tells me is sable.
You're trying to tell me she ran away
from a well-to-to, happy home... commit suicide in a cheap
rooming house.
That's my idea, sir.
- Hm...
And you've decided her mind
is unsettled...
...and you're going to send her
to a psychopathic ward.
I think not, sir.
Well, what theories have you got
about her?
She's simply afraid.
Afraid of what?
- I don't know, sir.
- He doesn't know.
Maybe you've got an instinctive feeling
about this case.
Perhaps I have, sir.
Wouldn't we be fools without laughter
if he turned out to be right?
Get your hands off my chair!
Dr. Kildare, you're wanted
on the ambulance at once.
Right away.
She's not a mental case, so just put
the screen around her and let her stay.
Yes, doctor.
Quick, bring me a tourniquet.
She's tried to do it again.
You saw these newspapers,
didn't you, Kildare?
Yes, sir.
The autopsy discovered that Kegelman
was a coronary case, not alcoholism.
Might have been alcoholism
and concussion, sir.
Why didn't you return to
the hospital immediately?
I intended to, sir, but the second
call came and...
You should have given explicit
instructions to the intendent Wayman... administer oxygen on his way
back to the hospital.
Yes, sir.
I'm taking you off ambulance duty.
You'll remain in hospital...
...where you can work under older
and wiser heads.
You'll report to Doctor Harris
at surgical immediately.
Good morning.
Well, doc, how about us?
- We're still here.
- Gee, then you must have taken the rap.
Cause if I'd have gone up there it'd be
curtains for me in every hospital in town.
- It's fine, let's forget about it.
- Believe me, doc, I'll never forget it.
- It was swell of you.
- Okay, boy.
- Hold it a minute, doc.
- Hey, wait a minute!
You don't want any more trouble
in the newspapers, do you?
Oh say, brother, I'm awful sorry.
Here we are. I didn't see
you were standing there.
Does this thing belong to you?
- How many wards left for today?
- Seven.
That's pretty good,
even for this hospital.
I'm tired.
You won't get any more of that
with a year of private practice.
You did very well, Kildare.
You have good hands, good head.
- Thank you.
- Do you mind if I make one suggestion?
You have a natural tendency to use
your right hand too much.
Give your left hand more to do.
It saves time.
And I don't need to tell you
that in an operation...
...every half second saved is priceless.
- I'll try.
- And another thing.
In your spare time try using
your left hand...
when you're writing, shaving, eating.
- You'll find that that will help a lot.
- Thank you very much.
- That's quite all right. Good night.
- Good night.
Dr. Kildare, please call Wayman at 242.
Hello, doc? Sally cut me off.
That girl we brought in...
she's tried to kill herself again.
No. They got her in a psychopathic ward.
I want you to know in case there's some
kickback, you'll know how to cover up.
Well, thank you.
I'm Dr. Kildare. I'd like to see patient 322,
please, just transferred from emergency.
- Third bed, Dr. Kildare.
- Thank you.
You remember me.
Your voice.
When you were first waking up
I was the friend you talked to.
- Were you?
- Hm-hmm.
You promised me to sleep.
And now I come back and find
that you've been foolish.
Steady, steady.
- They're laughing at me.
- Why should they?
They know about me.
- About the Blue Swan.
- Blue Swan?
Yes, that's why they're laughing.
They know.
But you're wrong, they don't know.
I'm the only one that knows
about you.
No, you don't know.
I didn't tell you.
Don't you remember talking things
over with me?
No, I couldn't.
- I didn't!
- Why not?
You remember? We agreed that you weren't
to be afraid of anything with me.
You're lying. Just because
you're a doctor you...
Doctor, doctor, nonsense.
You don't need a doctor.
- But you're a doctor.
- I'm a friend.
- Did I really tell you?
- Yes.
I must have made you promise
never to tell anyone.
No, because you trusted me.
Then promise me now.
Promise me never to tell anyone.
I promise.
But Bert Foster, he'll tell.
He'll tell everyone.
Bert Foster?
Why should Bert Foster tell?
Perhaps if you could tell me
where he is,
I might be able to keep him quiet.
That couldn't have been me.
It couldn't have.
Steady, steady.
I'm sorry.
That's all right. You go ahead
and cry, it'll do you good.
Why should you be so kind to me?
I told you.
Won't you trust me?
I think so.
Then I know you won't do
anything foolish again.
Do you really want me to live?
Even though you know?
Yes, I want you to live.
- Promise?
- I promise.
- Don't leave me!
- Oh, I'll be back.
Yes, please come back.
Oh, nurse...
You can take the restraining sheet
off 322, she won't make another attempt.
Sorry, I can't.
Dr. Carew's orders.
Well, what's Dr. Carew's
home phone number?
I don't know. Besides, they won't
connect him...
...unless it's an emergency from
the superintendent.
What time does he get here
in the morning?
Nine o'clock.
All right, thanks.
I'm detective Herman
from Central Office.
Where's that young lady
who turned on the gas this morning?
- I'll show you.
- Thanks, babe.
Operator, this is detective Herman.
Badge 1871.
Give me back my nickel
and give me Spring 73100.
Hello, Frank, this is Herman.
Send a wire.
Robert Chandler,
Y. McCloud, Norfolk, Virginia.
Tell him his daughter Barbara is the
Blair Hospital psychopathic ward.
Yeah, and don't let any reporters
get the story.
Why? Are you a sap? I don't want
to take a chance on losing a reward.
This guy Chandler owns all the money
in the world except $16.
He's working to get that now.
Good morning.
I want to see Dr. Carew.
It's very important.
I've been trying to locate you,
Dr. Kildare.
Dr. Carew wants very much
to see you.
Dr. Kildare's here.
He'll be right out.
Won't you sit down?
Thank you.
Ah, good morning, Dr. Kildare.
Good morning.
You understand that taking you off
ambulance duty...
...was just the fortunes of war.
Uh... yes, sir
Dr. Kildare, you've had beginner's luck.
The girl you brought into our hospital
has been identified as Barbara Chandler.
Barbara Chandler?
Yes, the daughter and sole heir
of Mr. Robert Chandler.
Now, uh, hospitals have needs...
...which can be met through
the generosity...
...of wealthy men like Mr. Chandler,
you understand, don't you?
Yes, sir.
Mr. and Mrs. Chandler are in
my office now. Come in.
- This is our Dr. Kildare.
- So it was you who found our girl.
They'd given her up,
but that didn't stop him, Mrs. Chandler.
- He saved her life.
- Oh, I didn't know.
How can we ever thank you?
I'm glad I was able to be there
on time.
And Mr. Chandler.
- If there's ever anything I can do.
- Thank you, sir.
And Mr. Hamilton, Miss Chandler's fianc.
So you're engaged to Miss Chandler.
So I don't have to tell you
how grateful I am, doctor.
I came to see about Miss Chandler.
She's been moved to a private suite...
...and placed under the care of
Dr. Lane-Porteus.
Dr. Carew, won't you let me
see her now?
It seems wise to let Dr. Lane-Porteus,
who's a great psychiatrist,
finish his examination first.
- Don't you agree with me, Mr. Chandler?
- I'm afraid we must be patient.
The entire resources of our hospital...
I don't care if the Chandlers are here...
...and the hospital wants two wings
and fifty other improvements!
- I won't be disturbed at my work!
- Gillespie, please.
Well, I'm sorry, perhaps I shouldn't
have said that, but... know the world puts a high value
on you, Mr. Chandler.
In fact, we can hardly wait to cut
a slice out of your bank account.
Mr. Chandler, I can't tell you...
- Oh, shut up, Carew!
Chandler knows what we want
out of him.
In fact, we'll get more by being frank...
...than by being mealy mouthed,
isn't that right, Chandler?
You get Barbara back on her feet
and I'll have a long talk with you...
...about money.
Dr. Lane-Porteus has finished his
examination. Shall we hear his report?
Report? If she's all right,
why can't we see her?
Why should we have to hear
his report?
I think it better that we go along
and see for ourselves.
- That's right, Mrs. Chandler.
- Oh, yes, let's hear his report.
Mr. Hamilton.
Does the name Bert Foster mean
anything to you? Do you know him?
Bert Foster?
No, why?
Miss Chandler mentioned the name,
but that's all.
I was hoping it might be a clue
of some kind.
I'm sorry, I can't help you.
- Dr. Lane-Porteus, how is Barbara?
- Is she going to be all right?
Your daughter is a young woman.
There's nothing wrong with her that time
and careful treatment might not cure.
But what's the matter with her?
In my opinion, your daughter is suffering
from schizophrenia.
Definitely a mental case.
You mean she's... she's...
- Oh, no!
- You sure of this, doctor?
Beyond any doubt.
Oh, I can't believe it.
I won't believe it.
I want to see her.
I want to talk to her myself.
Is that wise, doctor?
Miss Chandler is in an extremely
dangerous condition.
But I will see.
My poor Barbara.
Dr. Kildare, you saved her life.
Has she really lost her mind?
In my opinion she's as sane
as any of us.
- Dr. Kildare!
- Dr. Kildare is now a psychiatrist.
We have older and better doctors
in the hospital than Kildare.
I don't give two pennies for old
and better doctors.
You don't believe that Barbara
is out of her mind?
I do not.
Then the opinion of a man like Lane-Porteus
doesn't mean anything to you?
- It means a great deal.
- Why do you say she's sane then?
Because I talked to her.
- Why didn't you tell us?
- Nobody asked me.
What did she say?
- I can't repeat it.
- Why not?
It was spoken in confidence.
You must know it isn't necessary to respect
the confidences of a psychopathic patient.
She's not psychopathic.
You're the only one who's gained
this girl's confidence.
You're our only breach to the troubles
of her mind.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Let's get the case history.
What kind of a child was your daughter?
She's excitable, sensitive...
easily frightened.
Hm, obvious introvert, huh, Kildare?
I suppose so.
Oh, try a little less supposing
and a little more knowing.
- When did you see her last?
- We've been away for a week.
But Tuesday night, or rather Wednesday
morning about 2 a.m.,
a policeman found her wandering
in the neighborhood.
The officer who recognized her
asked her where she was going...
and she said, "Who am I,
where do I live?"
Then he took her to the house.
Next day, the servants say,
she behaved very peculiarly.
Thought people were spying on her,
laughing at her.
Perfect paranoid setup.
A mental case if ever there
was one, huh?
- It sounds so, sir.
- It is so.
Look here, Kildare,
have you any idea what this is all about,
what was tormenting her so?
Not a perfectly clear idea.
Oh, who asked you for perfect clarity?
Have you an inkling?
- Yes, sir.
- Well then, out with it!
I'm sorry, sir, I gave my word of honor
to repeat nothing she said.
- Oh, speak up, man!
- I'm sorry, I can't repeat a single word.
- Well, was your promise the only reason?
- No.
What other reason could you
possibly have?
The things she said are frightened mixed up
words that had no clear meaning.
Not for you.
But to an experienced psychiatrist like
Lane-Porteus they may mean everything.
He can take those incoherent words
and use them as a basis for questions.
That's what I'm afraid of.
That psychiatry asking questions
and finding out things.
That's what you mustn't do
to this girl.
She's tried to kill herself twice
to keep something a secret.
And questions will do nothing
but drive her into the very condition...
... you're trying to cure her of.
And on this unmedical, unscientific
conclusion you base your stand.
I can't help it. Every instinct in me
tells me that this girl is sane.
I think it will be safe for you
to see her now, Mrs. Chandler.
Doctor, could I see her first?
Kildare, this case no longer
concerns you!
Are you sure of that, Lane-Porteus?
- I will be glad to step out of the case.
- Oh, no, let it be your way.
What do you want us to do, doctor?
I want Mrs. Chandler to go in and talk
quietly but cheerfully to Barbara.
Doctor, please don't let Mrs. Chandler
go in there yet.
Mrs. Chandler, will you go in now?
Barbara, dear.
No, go away!
No! No!
Kildare, I want to talk to you.
Cone with me.
Kildare, I blame the situation entirely...
...on your refusal to tell us
what Miss Chandler said.
I asked you to let me see her first.
You can see now how important it is
to tell us, can't you?
I'm sorry, I can't.
You're an intern in this hospital.
And as head of it I'm not
without authority.
Do you realize the consequences
of refusing to obey my orders?
This is one time when I can't
obey them.
Let's see, uh...
Your father is a doctor, isn't he?
Yes, sir. He's a country doctor,
and a fine one.
Is your mother living?
Listen, Dr. Carew, my mother is alive.
She and my father are very proud of me.
They're watching everything
that happens to me...
... and it would break their hearts
if anything went wrong with my career here.
I know that. But still I'm not going
to tell you what Miss Chandler said to me.
Dr. Carew.
Call my office, please.
Dr. Carew speaking.
Notify all departments that Dr. Kildare is
suspended from duty till further orders.
Good morning. And what will I have
the pleasure of serving you?
Big beer.
Judging from your outfit you're from
across the street.
And judging from me not knowing you,
you're new.
So putting the two together, I hope you
have a pleasant two years at the hospital.
Thank you.
Ryan's my name.
Mike Ryan.
- R-y-a-n.
- Mine's Kildare.
So, you have the good luck
to be Irish, too.
- Right.
- Fine.
Not that it makes any difference.
I'm broadminded myself.
I don't care what nationality a man is,
as long as he's Irish.
No, no, pay for the next one.
The first one's on the house.
Would you mind if I sit in there?
Sit where you like.
The best is not too good for you.
How about some lunch?
Our food is the very best.
Say, our corned beef and cabbage
are so good...'s like tempting fate to come
here on a Friday.
Maybe later.
Hi, Mike. Give me a beer.
- Jimmy!
- Alice!
- They told me I'd find you here.
- They told you the truth.
We read that awful story in the newspaper
about the man that died...
and we grabbed the first train here.
Your father and mother and I.
- You shouldn't have. There's no need.
- No need? You mean you're not in a jam?
No, the Kegelman case was a tempest
in a teapot.
The whole story was garbled and distorted,
you know how the newspapers are.
- So nothing's happened. You're all right?
- On top of the world.
Well, the marines have landed,
but there ain't no situation.
The marines can sit down
and get their breath anyway.
- Where are the folks?
- They're waiting at the hospital.
I fixed it so I could come over and warn
you before they crashed down on you.
- I'm glad you came first.
- Are you?
Yes, I have a secret I want
to tell you.
- What?
- I may come home.
Jimmy! Do you mean it?
- Are you sure everything's all right?
- Of course.
Only I'm beginning to believe there's not
a thing here that I can't get in Dartford.
Jimmy, that's great!
Your folks will be simply hysterical.
I don't want them to know
until I'm sure.
How long do you think that'll be?
Maybe sooner than I think.
By the way, how many rooms
has that Andrews house?
Eight, Jimmy!
Look, Jimmy, you know how happy
I'd be if it worked out that way but...
- there'd be no regrets?
- None.
Well, maybe one little regret.
That night we talked at the pool...
I guess I sounded a little mixed up,
didn't I?
- A little confused.
- No longer.
Dr. Gillespie, the one I wrote about,
settled all that.
Of course he's unreasonable
and ruthless, but...
he's what I wish I could be.
To treat people is one thing,
but to study them...
...and find out what's wrong with them
seems to me infinitely greater.
Funny when you think of it...
If somebody told me I'd want
to be a diagnostician,
I'd probably have laughed at them.
And now it seems the most important
thing in the world.
Then... why don't you stay
and study under him?
Fine chance.
With all the men available he'd pick me
for an opportunity like that?
Doggone, Alice, that Gillespie
is a great guy.
Well, let's go back and put the folks
out of their misery, huh?
- Mother!
- Jimmy!
- Jimmy!
- Hello, Dad.
We read those headlines
about Kegelman and you.
Are they blaming you, Jimmy?
Was it your fault?
No, Mother. It was a terrible thing
that poor man dying but...
I can honestly say that it wasn't
my fault.
I knew it. I was sure our boy wouldn't let
a thing like that happen.
- I told you, Mother.
- Oh, those reporters.
Scaring a body to death.
For my money, they ought to take them
all out and bump them all off.
Well, now that Mother's bloodthirst
in this is satisfied,
how about us all having
some lunch?
We, uh, we ate on the train.
I guess we're all set for the sightseeing.
You name it and I'll find it for you.
Jimmy, I'd like to see those
new refrigerators...
...where you store all the blood
and keep it ready for transfusions.
Could I see all the newborn babies?
I'll have an orderly take Dad
and Alice around...
...and I'll show you the newborn
babies myself.
Shall we go?
That's yesterday's crop.
Forty-three of them.
Including one little Cuban boy whose name
will be, according to his father,
...George Washington Abraham Lincoln
Franklin Roosevelt Gomez.
- Sort of a mass production, isn't it?
- We might call it that.
My, you seem to do things in a pretty
big way in your hospital.
Go on, son, tell me what it is.
- What?
- There's something on your mind.
That's why you sent Dad
and Alice away.
How did you know, Mother?
You forget. I've known you since you
were as big as that littlest one.
Well yes... you see, Mother...
ever since I graduated from
Medical School...
...I thought I was a big man,
a smart fellow.
I figured I could handle my
own problems.
But now something is worrying me and...'re the only one
who can tell me what to do.
What is it, son?
Well, I told you the Kegelman thing
was all over, and it is.
But there's something much more
serious than that.
- You haven't done anything wrong, Jimmy?
- No, Mother, I haven't.
Well, then what have you got
to worry about?
Many people tell me that what I'm doing
is wrong and foolish.
And I know I'll get into a lot of trouble
if I go ahead.
Who's right, Jimmy, you or the others?
- I think I am.
- You think so, or do you know so?
I know I'm right.
Well then, go ahead and get
into a lot of trouble.
- Are you sure?
- Of course, son.
But you know what it'll mean to me
if I lose all this.
The only way you'll ever get
anything in this world, Jimmy,
is by being true to Jimmy Kildare.
You'll never mean anything or be anybody
if you just imitate somebody else.
I see.
- Have I told you what you wanted to know?
- Yes, Mother.
And don't forget, one of the greatest
things about trouble,
it always brings happiness to somebody.
Think how happy your dad and I
will be if you come home.
Dr. Kildare, Mr. Hamilton would like
to see you in the first-floor waiting room.
Thank you.
Say, uh...
I'm sorry, I'll have to run.
I'll take you back to the others
then we'll all meet for dinner...
at say 5:30, 6:00, huh?
Look here, Dr. Kildare,
you have to tell them.
I can't stand here and see this thing
happen to her.
Well, it's no good if I tell them,
no good at all.
But it's the only chance they have,
don't you see?
No, there's one more chance.
If I could find out what happened
to her Tuesday night,
we might get her back
to her normal self.
- Suppose you're wrong.
- I've got to be right.
Well, nothing happened Tuesday night
between us,
that is, nothing to amount
to anything.
- We had a little argument, but...
- Argument? About what?
She got an idea she wanted to go
to a cafe she'd heard about.
I didn't think she should go there,
so I took her home.
Is that all you quarreled about?
That's all. I wish I'd taken her
to the Blue Swan,
- maybe this thing wouldn't have happened.
- What did you say?
- What?
- That Blue Swan you said, didn't you?
Yes, yes, on East State Street.
I'll see you later.
But, Kildare!
- Hiya, doc, you looking for something?
- Yeah, a taxi.
- Are you in a hurry, doc?
- A big hurry.
Well, hop in here.
This taxi don't stop for lights.
You won't get fired taking it out
without the driver?
They can't fire me till we get back.
Come on!
- Where to, doc?
- East State Street. Blue Swan Club.
Oh, boy, this is swell.
Now if we hit anybody you can
hop out and bandage 'em up.
Well, this is it.
- Waiter.
- Sorry, sir, we don't open till 6 o'clock.
- I just want one little information.
- Okay, what about?
- Were you here Tuesday night?
- I'm here every night, why?
Well, I'll tell you...
I understand my girl was out with another
man and I'm trying to check up on her.
Did you ever try to take a piece of gum
out of a slot machine?
Yes, why?
First thing you do is drop in
a coin, right?
Don't worry, mister, for 5 bucks
I'll forget I ever saw you.
The only dope I have is that she
was here Tuesday night...
...with a man named Foster.
You mean Mr. Bert Foster that owns
the racehorses?
That's the one.
And your girl's pretty, with lots of class,
light brown hair...
- ...dirty with jewelry, and young?
- About nineteen.
Yeah, and in a swell pink dress.
Boy, you're out of luck.
I didn't wait on them, but they
were sitting right over there.
And she was plenty high.
That is, for the kind of clean-cut kid
that she looked like.
I probably wouldn't have noticed her
if she hadn't tried to give...
...a diamond bracelet to the busboy
for lighting her cigarette.
- Well, go on.
- That's all.
I was busy with my own customers and
next time I noticed, the table was empty.
I did think I saw a flash
of a pink dress go upstairs.
- What's upstairs?
- Our private dining-rooms, of course.
I'm awfully sorry, sir. I don't know
anything about special parties.
You'll have to see the manager here.
Good afternoon, sir.
Something I can do for you?
Well, I'm thinking of throwing
a little party...
- ...and wanted to make some arrangements.
- How large a party?
Oh, six or eight.
A friend of mine by the name of Bert Foster
once told me about this place.
- We'll take the very best care of you, sir.
- Thanks.
By the way, would you happen to know
where Foster is living now?
I can't go back to Chicago without
buying him one drink, you know.
Well, just offhand, I can't recall.
I may have his address in the office.
Excuse me.
- Oh, have a chair.
- Thanks.
Hello, Mr. Foster?
Charlie, at the Blue Swan.
You told me to keep you posted.
There's a young fellow here
asking questions about you.
What's that?
Yes, sir, I'll do that.
I'm sorry, sir, but I couldn't find it.
But I'll try and think of it.
Will you come in?
I'll show you some sample menus.
Well... all right.
That includes Burgundy.
Or I can serve Sauterne at the same price.
That's fine.
You haven't been able to think of that
fellow Foster's address yet, huh?
I'm sorry, I...
The waiter outside said
you were looking for me.
I'm Albert Foster.
Oh... yes, yes. I wanted to ask you
a question.
You were here Tuesday night,
weren't you?
If you're from the police,
let me see your badge.
If you're not, why are you so interested
in my affairs?
You were here Tuesday night
with a young lady.
Why, yes. With a little chorus girl
named Constance Clayton.
No, I mean Tuesday night.
And I mean Tuesday night.
Listen, you were here Tuesday night
with Barbara Chandler.
You're going to tell me all about it
or I'll blow this whole business...
...wide open and you with it.
Anything you blow wide open
is going to be much worse for you...
...and Miss Chandler.
Thanks very much for the use
of your office, Charlie.
Sorry, Mister What's-Your-Name.
What's wrong, doc?
You're in the right place, ain't you?
It's the Blue Swan, all right.
Yes, I saw the fellow I wanted
but it didn't do any good.
- He wouldn't tell the truth.
- He wouldn't, eh?
- How many guys are in there?
- Three.
- Any of them are eight feet tall?
That's all I wanna know.
Come on. Why, this is a great
day for me.
I had all the fun driving
on the wrong side of the road...
and now for a good clean fight.
Let's go!
Dr. Kildare. He says it's an emergency.
Come in, Kildare!
What's all this about an emergency?
What have you been up to now?
Well, nosy, what are you waiting
around for?
- Dr. Gillespie, I was just...
- I know. Go on, get out.
Yes, sir.
Keep away from that keyhole, too.
Well, out with it!
I know why Barbara Chandler
tried to kill herself, sir.
Well, well, well, you don't say so.
Yes, and if I could see her, I know
I could straighten everything out.
So you want me to ask Dr. Lane-Porteus,
who's been practicing psychiatry
for thirty years,
to step aside in favor of Kildare,
who's been playing detective
for a couple of hours.
But you don't understand, sir.
Oh, why don't you come
to your senses, Kildare?
Miss Chandler's case is all settled.
- Settled?
- Yes, they're coming back at 7 o'clock.
At which hour Dr. Lane-Porteus,
Carew and myself...
...will decide where to send
the young lady,
and what measures to take to ultimately
restore her to health.
I'm sorry, sir. I'm afraid I've just
wasted your valuable time.
Yes, sir?
It looks to me as if you're in the
doghouse now.
You might as well be hung
for a sheep as a lamb.
What are you standing gawking
at me for?
Thank you, sir.
They've been saying it for years
and they're right.
There's no fool like an old fool.
Let me speak to Miss Chandler's
nurse, please.
Miss Byrd?
Uh... this is Dr. Gillespie, Molly.
Yeah... I want you to do me
a favor, please.
Miss Chandler.
I won't answer any questions,
I won't...
- I don't want to ask you anything.
- I won't!
I'm going to tell you something.
Come on, let's sit up.
There's only one thing for me to do.
You can't keep me shut up
like this forever.
Now, I'm going to talk to you
about Tuesday night. You see, I know.
- You get out of here!
- Wait!
I know you want to commit suicide
because you're afraid of yourself.
Afraid that you'll bring a disgrace on your
family even more shocking than your death.
How did you know that?
You asked Bert Foster to take you
to the Blue Swan...
...after John Hamilton had foolishly said
that he wouldn't.
- Who told you?
- John Hamilton...
...about the John Hamilton part, and Bert
Foster about the Bert Foster part.
You talked about Foster?
You were unhappy about your quarrel
with John Hamilton.
So at the Blue Swan you childishly
drank anything and everything...
...that Foster set before you.
Am I right so far?
And there was some talk of you continuing
the little tte--tte... the private dining room.
First you pretended to be joking.
You kept saying that people
wouldn't see how much... were drinking if the party
moved upstairs.
- I won't listen to you.
- Well, listen to this...
...and then you can call the whole
You hadn't been upstairs 30 seconds
before you lost all consciousness.
How do you know that?
"Mon mtier et mon art, c'est vivre."
An archaic French phrase on a painting
in that room,
all you had time to notice.
- It's all I remember.
- Exactly.
But with you unconscious,
the whole situation instantly changes.
Mr. Foster is in a spot.
He has on his hands a young woman
of great wealth...
...and powerful connections
whom he can't revive.
His only chance is to get you
out of there...
...and hope that you don't
remember anything.
He ages ten years taking you
out the back way.
Where did he take me?
In the taxi you partially revive.
He sees that your mind is still
completely befogged.
He puts you out on a corner
nearest your house...
...and the policeman takes you home.
That's the whole story,
believe me, it is.
The servants the next morning knew.
As a doctor, I can assure you...
that anyone who's had a drink
too many...
...can get a morning-after notion
that he strangled his grandmother...
...and that everybody knows it.
But I'm still wrong.
There will be other times.
No, there will not!
It's not how many drinks you drank
but what you drank.
It was a drink you never heard of.
A special drink of Mr. Bert Foster's.
Now remember that!
It was what you drank,
not what you are, that makes you
afraid of yourself.
Now I've finished.
If you want to ring that bell,
I can't stop you, can I?
I can't believe you.
I don't believe you.
Your mother and father and some
very competent physicians...
...have decided that you're insane.
The only reason I didn't go
to them first... because I wanted to spare you
the hurt of having them prove...
...that my story is true.
Now do you believe me?
- Yes.
- That's fine.
Have you ever felt that
you were dead...
...and all of a sudden you were born
all over again?
Wait a minute. You're not
out of the woods yet.
- But I'll explain to them...
- Under no circumstances must you ever...
...tell them that I've been here.
Why not?
Well look, I'm only an intern here.
If you tell them that I cured you,
they'll think it's another mood,
a temporary sanity.
They may think that any minute
you'll revert to suicide.
What'll I do?
Let them continue with their
Let them gradually learn
from your answers...
...that the only reason you tried
to end your life...
...was because of the break
with John Hamilton.
Then will they think that I'm
all right?
They'll think they've discovered
the source of your trouble.
They'll decide you're cured...
...when the find out you want to live
if John Hamilton still loves you.
You do, don't you?
With all my heart.
Well, then that's the only thing
you can do.
Otherwise they'll put you away
for observation for a long time.
Come on, get down in bed.
But... what if John doesn't...
That's another thing I can tell you.
He still does.
Well, I guess I'd better get back
to my other patients.
Do we have everything straight?
Bring on those doctors.
Dr. Wilson wanted in surgery.
Dr. Wilson wanted in surgery.
I've got a brand new idea.
I'm going into plastic surgery.
- That field's loaded.
- I've got a new angle on it.
I know an ugly dame who's got
a million dollars.
I'm gonna marry her. I could operate
on her face and make her beautiful.
I'll have a beautiful wife
and a million dollars.
Well, it's an idea, anyhow.
Hello, Kildare.
- Hello.
- How are you?
Well, I know it's none of my business,
but I hear there's a Board meeting
this afternoon...
and the hospital grapevine says
it's all for you.
Why don't you get wise to yourself?
Or that gang will do a major operation
on you without any anesthetic.
You don't think I want to get myself
in a jam, do you?
I admit it, I'm stuck with it.
I wouldn't be a sap, I'd take care
of myself first.
Oh no, you wouldn't. If you were
like that, you wouldn't be here...
...for $20 a month.
I think you're crazy,
I think you're 100% wrong...
...and I wouldn't be in your spot
for anything in the world.
- But I'm for you.
- That goes for me, too.
Dr. Kildare report to Dr. Carew's office.
Dr. Kildare report to Dr. Carew's office.
From one roommate to another,
I hope it's not fatal. Good luck.
You can put a half of that
on my check, too, Kildare.
Thanks. Don't think I'm too happy
about it.
Therefore, in my capacity as president
of this Board,
it is my very unpleasant duty
to notify you...
that because of Dr. Carew's charges
of disobedience and insubordination,
you are discharged from the position
of intern in this institution.
Good-bye, sir.
Kildare, I regret this peopling,
but you understand it's necessary
for the discipline of our hospital.
- Yes, sir.
- Well, good-bye and good luck.
And you'll be glad to know that
Dr. Lane-Porteus...
...has Miss Chandler's case well
under control.
- Now, anything else, darling?
- Yes, I'd like to get up.
Oh, I don't think so.
Dr. Lane-Porteus says it's all right
anytime, whenever she'd want to.
- Oh, that's splendid.
- Father, I've caused you so much worry.
- I'm terribly sorry.
- Honey, that's all forgotten now.
- Jack, would you like to help me up?
- Would I?
- And you'll never let me go?
- Never.
Well, folks, I have good news.
I'm going back home with you tonight.
Yes, I'm all packed. We'll grab
a bite to eat and hop the train.
But Jimmy, what is all this?
Oh, I almost forgot. Is my office
still there or is it the parlor again?
Well, it's still your office but...
isn't this kind of sudden?
It may seem so to you, but I've
been thinking about it ever since I've...
Well, if you don't mind...
...let's not talk about it now.
Someday I'll tell you the whole story.
You think you can stand having two
Dr. Kildares in the house, Mother?
I'm very happy, son.
Hey, you, Kildare, come with me!
Oh, excuse me. I'll be right back.
Sit down!
Gives me a pain in the neck
to keep on looking up.
Well, what did you do in Miss Chandler's
room this afternoon?
How do you know I was
in Miss Chandler's room?
Because I know everything
that goes on in this hospital.
That nurse Molly has been
my stooge for 15 years.
Then you must know what happened.
I know this, the Chandler girl's okay.
That bunch up there is so happy
it makes you sick to look at them.
She's going to marry that young fellow
that's stuck on her...
...and he's so happy he's grinning
like a hyena.
And her family are grinning
like two more hyenas.
Carew has just got a big fat check
from her father...
...and he's grinning like the biggest
hyena of all of them.
And I must have been wrong
and Lane-Porteus right.
And you can crawl home with
your tail between your legs.
Dr. Gillespie, I know you don't
like me, you never did.
You're a big doctor, a great doctor.
But I've been kicked out
of this hospital... I don't have to stay here and listen
to you trying to make a fool out of me.
Why, you little whippersnapper,
you couldn't even have got in to see
Miss Chandler if I hadn't fixed it for you.
And don't think I haven't
pretty well figured out...
...the whole truth about this
Chandler girl business.
So don't give me any more
smart aleck answers.
I can't have a bad-tempered assistant.
- What did you say?
- Sit down.
I said I have a bad enough temper
of my own.
If you're going to work for me,
the first thing you have to learn...
... is a little more self-control.
- If I'm going to work for you?
- Certainly you're going to work for me!
You think I wasted my time...
...checking and rechecking,
building you up and tearing you down...
...if I didn't have an axe to grind?
Then all that time, even the first day,
you were trying to help me.
Well, say rather I was trying
to help myself.
You see, you can take
a thousand doctors,
and give all of them the same training,
the same advantages.
And only one will have that
mysterious something...
... inside him that enables him
to become a real diagnostician.
It's something that God puts there
for his own purposes.
You have it, Kildare.
You always had it.
I knew that the first day I saw you.
But I also had to find out...
...if you had the brains to use it...
...and the courage to back it up.
- I don't know what to say.
- Then keep your mouth shut!
There was only one other thing
I needed to know about you...
...and I've just found that out.
Whether you considered the
important thing in medicine...
...was curing the patient or listening
to the applause.
Well, what do you say?
Will I try and teach you what I can
in the short time we have left?
- The short time?
- Yes, it is a melanoma.
I've known that for a long time.
- But it isn't fair, it isn't right...
- Diseases are never fair or right.
There's no earthly reason why
we shouldn't all be born healthy...
...and live to be ninety years old
without even losing a tooth.
But we've got to work till that day.
Sooner or later, with all of us
putting in our nickel's worth,
that day will come.
Aw, here we are...
A lot of cheap talk and I don't even
know whether you want the job or not.
Oh, excuse me, Jimmy.
You too, sir.
I'd be a fool, son, not to realize that
there's something going on around here,
and I thought that perhaps the advice
of an older if not a wiser man might help.
Dr. Gillespie, this is my father,
Dr. Kildare.
Oh, your father's a doctor, too, huh?
I'm very proud to meet the famous
Dr. Gillespie.
- What are you proud about?
- I'm going to work for Dr. Gillespie.
He's a good boy, too.
- But I thought you were...
- I thought so too, but...
...that's all off now.
Dr. Kildare, what do you do
if you run across a patient...
...whose symptoms you don't understand
and can't diagnose?
Well, I give him bicarbonate of soda
and see what develops in the morning.
That's what I've been doing myself
for years,
only you don't always tell them
it's bicarbonate of soda.
Well, prescriptions are written
in Latin, aren't they?
You know, I'm going to take your boy...
...and keep on hammering away
at him...
...and it wouldn't surprise me in the least
in a few years...
...if he was able to take the warts
off a boy's hand...
...better than any other doctor
in town.
Dr. Gillespie, that's the first kind thing
you've ever said to me.
Well, now that's all settled.
Well, I'm glad the excitement's over.
Excitement? You call this excitement?
Wait till he starts working for me.
Thanks, Evelyn, we'll be there.
Eight o'clock.
Well, Tarzan, here's your chance.
I'm invited to a party tonight
and you can take me.
Free food, free liquor and right
in the next block
Lots of fun,
and it won't cost you a cent.
No, thanks.
Hey, you'd better go up to the clinic
and have yourself examined.
Anytime you turn down anything free
you're either sick or unconscious.
Listen, I ain't going to no party...
...on the day my pal Doc Kildare
gets fired out of this factory.
It's a shame, but you can't do
anything about it.
How do you like this?
Not only is your Dr. Kildare not fired,
but Dr. Gillespie has just picked him
for his assistant.
- Are you kidding?
- Front Office. Official order.
Oh... kiss me baby!
I just gotta kiss somebody!
Well, I thought I'd better ride in
in this chromium contraption here...
...for fear you folks wouldn't
recognize me as the uh...
What was it that young intern
called me?
- He said you were dynamite.
- Why, you young whippersnapper!
Now wait a minute, Lionel,
I came to tell you...
...we're going to make more
pictures about Dr. Kildare.
- And old Dr. Gillespie, I hope.
- And you're to make the announcements.
Ladies and gentlemen of all ages,
I've just been informed that you're
to see further adventures...
...of this hotheaded, impudent
young squirt.
And his ruthless, bad-tempered
old rascal.
You know, I don't know whether
to kiss him or kill him.