Boxing Helena

Daddy?

Not now, Nicholas.

I'm working.

Father's pretty busy, in there, eh?

You know, he's been awfully good to you and your mother.

He's given you this nice house,

and we all know you will follow in his footsteps

at the hospital, right?

Remember the family motto?

"Hard work and persistence

will get you anything in the world you want."

What's the motto?

Hard work?

That's right, my boy.

Hard work.

Whose little boy is that?

That's Marion's child.

That's funny. She never mentioned having any children.

Mother?

In sure and certain hope

of the resurrection to eternal life

through our lord Jesus Christ,

we commend Marion to almighty god,

and we commit her body to the ground.

We acknowledge the uncertainty of our life on earth.

We are given a mere handful of days,

and our span of life is nothing in your sight.

All flesh is as grass,

and all its beauty

is like the flower in the field,

but even in the valley of the shadow of death,

you are with us.

O lord,

let us know our end and the number of our days,

that we may know how fleeting life is.

Hear our prayer

and turn your ear to our cry.

Be not deaf to our tears,

for we live as strangers before you.

This is Dr. Cavanaugh.

Yes?

What was the mechanism of injury?

Any blood flow to the hand?

I'll be there in three minutes.

Nick, the patient is an 11-year-old male.

Sustained almost complete detachment

of the left hand,

just proximal to the wrist.

Inner-carpal ligaments are still intact.

The radial artery and median nerve

are completely severed.

Is the operation microscope ready?

Yes.

Continue.

Blood pressure is 115 over 80.

Pulse is 78 and regular.

Dr. Cavanaugh will be taking over.

Dr. Pollin's orders.

Dr. Harrison.

I thought the funeral was today.

What's dead is dead, Alan.

Excuse me.

Full-strength antibiotics?

Yes, doctor.

Good. I want this prep to xylene.

Dr. Alan Harrison, report to dialysis center.

Cavanaugh: 10 units of platelets.

Now, Russell, I want you to watch this carefully.

Yes, sir.

Hi, Gaia.

Doctor.

Have the boy's parents arrived yet?

Yes.

Mr. and Mrs. berg.

They're in the waiting room.

Mrs. berg is very upset.

Let's see if we can't spread some good news.

Bye-bye.

Looks like you have company, Marion.

Ha ha!

You were watching me, weren't you?

Hi, Lawrence.

Hi, Nick.

I ordered for you.

Thanks.

So to the end of another fine one.

I hear you made history in surgery today.

I had some very good help.

Well, people are talking,

and Pollin is ecstatic.

Just glad the little boy will be all right.

Nick?

We've got to get out of here.

Lawrence, let's go.

She's here.

I'll see you outside.

Check, please.

There you go.

Hello, Anne.

I'm going to keep mother's house,

move into it.

Chicken sounds fine.

I'll have to stop by my apartment first

and pick up a few things.

Well, if you get there before me,

there's a spare key under the mat.

Me, too.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Do you think she ever thinks about me?

Does it really matter?

No.

Thanks for the drink, Lawrence.

Sure.

I'm parked up the road.

See you later.

Woman: Hi, sweetheart. I just got here, too.

Hi.

Hello.

I thought I'd just unpack

and take a jog before we eat.

Ok. Is red all right with you?

Perfect.

Aah...

Never mind where I am.

Lawrence.

Tell me how to get her back.

Get her back? Nick, are you crazy?

You were fine earlier. What happened?

Nothing happened. I've just told you--i saw her.

Well, don't see her again.

Nick, you slept with her once, and it took ages to get over it.

Don't call her. Don't send her flowers, Nick.

Think about Anne.

Nick?

Don't worry about me, Lawrence.

You sure you don't want to meet me somewhere?

Uh, I have dinner plans already.

Thanks.

Take care of yourself, Nick.

Good-bye, Lawrence.

She's so beautiful.

Thank you.

Thank you, Dr. Cavanaugh.

Shall I charge your account?

Yes.

Have a good night.

My god. Anne.

Anne.

Hello, Helena. It's Nick. How are you?

Hello, Helena. It's Nick. How are you?

Hello, Helena. It's Nick. How are you?

Hello.

Goddamn it. Hello?

Christ.

Baby, what are you doing?

Come on. We're not finished yet.

I hate being hung up on.

Just so fucking rude.

I hope you're not planning on lying there all night?

Not alone, no.

Now, come back to daddy.

Never.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?