The Angriest Man in Brooklyn Page #3

I don't wanna die behind a cement truck!

Anger was

certainly one of them. Check that.

Was not denial another?

What was he denying, the 90 minutes?

What if he, Henry Altmann,

really was going to die at 6:22?

What the holy f*** should I be doing?

Tell Mr. Altmann it's very important.

Can you please just have him call me?

Okay, thank you.

- Is it true?

- What?

- Is it true?

- What true?

Everybody's going around

saying you told some patient...

that he has 90 hours to live.

No!

I didn't think so, 'cause that's crazy.

That's...

What?

Nothing.

- You did!

- No, I didn't!

- I knew it!

- I didn't.

- Everybody's saying you did!

- Jordan, be quiet!

- Told a guy he had 90...

- Would you get in the room?

I know! I know! He just kept yelling...

"Give me a number!

Give me a number! A number."

And I couldn't breathe,

and I panicked and I totally lost it.

Apparently.

God, I... Ooh, I hated him.

Well, that one I can't fault you on.

We all hate our patients.

What's wrong with the guy anyway?

Cerebral aneurysm.

And you let him walk out of here?

- That wasn't the plan!

- Christ!

I was trying to send him

to Bernstein, okay?

Seriously, Christ, Sharon.

I know, I know.

I'm horrible. I'm a horrible person.

I have been trying to get a hold of him.

I've called his cell, his home, his work,

and he just won't pick up.

Why are you looking at me so funny?

What's up with your eyes right now?

Are you high?

Not now. I'm serious.

- For real?

- Yeah, for real!

Sharon, this is bad.

There's gonna be consequences.

You could get suspended.

You could lose your license.

He wasn't even my patient!

He was Fielding's!

I was just covering for him!

"Oh, I wanna spend the weekend

with my family.

I have kids. I have a life."

Stupid, back-stabbing motherf***er!

- I warned you.

- No, you didn't.

Yes, I did.

He said he was gonna get a divorce, okay?

He said that he loved me. He...

Human emotion, I find it very off-putting.

Let's focus on the logic.

Like the patient. What's the guy's name?

Altmann. Henry Altmann.

Okay, Henry Altmann.

That's a great name.

That sounds like a very wholesome,

nice family man's name.

I'm sure this is not the type of guy

who's gonna freak out...

file complaints, just go totally nuts

on you, trying to ruin your career.

Ohh.

Okay, I'm getting the impression

maybe he is that type of guy.

This is bad.

This is miscommunication, is what this is.

I need to get him admitted

to a hospital today, for his own good...

and then he's somebody else's problem.

Then he's Bernstein's problem. Right?

Can't hurt.

I have to find Henry Altmann.

A Dr. Gill has been calling for you.

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