Send Me No Flowers Page #2

I'd say it was more of a sharp pain.

I guess we'd better take a listen.

Do you have any idea what it might be?|- Not yet.

It's probably nothing serious.|You know how Judy worries.

Take a deep breath.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

You can button up now, George.|- What's the bad news?

What? - This pain in my chest,|is there a medical term for it?

Yes.

It's called indigestion.

I want you to take

these pills. One before each meal|and again before retiring.

What kind of pills are they?|- You wouldn't know if I told you.

Oh, Ralph...|That cardiogram you took...

Yeah, what about it?|- That's what I was going to ask.

What are you talking about?|- How did it turn out?

I don't know. The results aren't due|from Dr. Peterson for another week.

He's had it for 2 weeks.

Isn't he studying it for a long time?|- Dr. Peterson is a very busy man.

Biggest cardiologist in the city.|Got a regular goldmine there.

Well, in your opinion,|everything is Okay?

George, you are sound as a bell.

I wish all my patients|were as healthy as you are.

Speaking non-professionally, that is.|- And this pain in my chest?

I can just live a normal life?|- I would.

You can take|one of those pills now if you want.

Right now? Is it so urgent?|- It doesn't make any difference.

No, I'll take it now|if it's that important.

Is that my chart, Ralph?

Aren't you writing an awful lot|for just indigestion?

The more I write,|the more money I charge.

Oh, good.

Hello? Oh yes, he is, Doctor.

I appreciate how busy you've been.|That's why I didn't press you on it.

Whose cardiogram?

William Mallone's?

Yes, I've been worried about him.|He's getting on in years.

What does|the cardiogram show, Dr. Peterson?

What?

Oh, that's really a shame.

But, still, what can you do?|Give him a few pills

to ease the pain in his chest.

Not much you can do|when the old ticker goes, eh?

How much time do you figure he's got,|Doctor? Few weeks.

Yes, I've seen them go just like that.

No, I'm not going to tell him.|I think he's better off not knowing.

Alright.

Fine, you have a nice weekend too,|Doctor. Bye-bye.

I'm back, Ralph.|- Good.

Do you still want me to take these|pills? - Yes, to ease your chest pain.

Ralph?

Do you mind|if I ask you some questions?

Not at all, go ahead.|- Well,

suppose you had a patient

and found out|he only had a few weeks to live.

I mean, he could go just like that.

Would you tell him?|- Well, offhand I would say, but

it'd all depend on the circumstances.|- Circumstances? - Yes.

If I knew the man's affairs|were in order, his will made out,

his insurance paid up, no loose ends,|well, I'd see no reason to tell him.

Well, suppose he were an old friend,|like me.

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