At home in her cheap apartment, Angie Fulbright is drinking when her husband, Dr. Arthur Fulbright, comes in. She demands to know how much money he's had, and Arthur wearily asks her to stop nagging him. He admits that he hasn't treated a patient in days and is tired, and Angie tells him that she's tired of listening to his excuses. Angie reminds him that he once thought he'd be the world's greatest surgeon but now he's nothing. When Arthur says that it all came down to one accident, Angie reminds him that no one knows about it and he's still supposed to earn a living. Realizing she's hinting at him doing something criminal, Arthur refuses and leaves, saying he'll get her some money and clutching at his black doctor's bag...Read the full recap
Doctor Fulbright: Oh, I'm tired. Tired.
Angie: Oh, you poor little man. What do you know about being tired? I'm tired, too. Tired of wearing shabby clothes, tired of living in cheap rooms and listening to your excuses. Tired? What from? You haven't earned a dollar in a month.
Pawnbroker: I--I thought maybe you'd come to take something out. You know, your watch, perhaps.
Doctor Fulbright: A man has nothing to do, he needn't keep track of time.
Doctor Fulbright: Now you tell me how much I can get on that bag.
Pawnbroker: Okay. Okay, but I hate doing it. So I can let you have $25.
Doctor Fulbright: $25. For twenty-five years. No profit in that. I'll take it.
The inscription on the scalpel reads, "July 18, 2450." However, when Fulbright reads it, he says "July 15
Later at the 25:32 mark, Fulbright says, "By tomorrow, the entire world will know the revolutionary medical power transported to us from the 21st