Like Father Like Son Page #7

l don't want to be.

l want to be a doctor.

l mean, my father,

he wants to be a doctor-

l'm a doctor, for God's sake.

l am a doctor. l am a doctor.

lt's Chris who doesn't want

to be a doctor.

- Holy sh*t, l've gotta get out of here.

- We still have a few minutes.

- Hey, doc. Doc.

- Trigger, Trigger, come on.

- Hey, it's me. lt's Chris.

- Chris, you're back.

Yeah. We gotta get to the hospital.

Come on. Let's go.

There you are, you little chickenshit!

Lori left me. You satisfied, huh?

Look, Rick,

l wanna help you out here.

l'm gonna finish

what l started last night.

- Wait a minute, you did this to me?

- l'm gonna do it again too.

- Look, l don't wanna fight.

- Oh, you don't want to fight now, huh?

Tell you what. l'll fight you

with one hand behind my back.

Come on, man!

Oh, what, are you afraid, little boy?

Okay, l'll fight you with two hands

behind my back.

What do you say?

Two?

Two?

That one was for my dad.

- Doc.

- Trigger. Trigger, where's the car?

- Where's the car, Trigger?

- Wait. Your dad brought the Jag.

- Hurry up.

- The Jag, right.

Look, l've gotta talk to him.

Yes, Chris Hammond.

How can he not be there?

l just left him.

position on liability insurance...

...is dangerous to the financial

success of this hospital.

Therefore, l cannot- l will not

recommend Jack Hammond...

...to succeed me as chief of staff.

My recommendation is

for the man l know will continue-

Ladies and gentlemen...

...everybody seems to have a ballot

in front of them.

Take your time.

And...

...vote your conscience.

A little touchup paint.

A new front bumper.

A new rear bumper.

Well, you might as well

finish her off.

You done well.

Where's Jack?

Would somebody get Jack?

Jack, they're- They're ready.

Oh, okay.

l just want to tell you

that l think you're a great guy.

- And l'm real glad l know you.

- Well, thank-

- Big ones, Jack.

- Big ones?

- Huge.

- Huge?

policy stands as amended.

Freeze, everybody!

Hold it right where you are.

All right, now, what is this?

- What the hell is this?

- Shut up, moose breath.

- Will someone remove this boy?

- l'm Jack Hammond's kid.

My Dad wants to be chief of staff

more than anything.

lf he hasn't been himself lately, it's

because he's had a lot on his mind.

He's been helping me with school

and trying to get me into college.

And l've kind of let him down.

My dad knows medicine.

l mean, he spends all his spare time

here at this hospital.

And he's always bringing home

those boring medical magazines.

He doesn't do it because he has to.

He does it because he loves it.

He cares so much about his patients

and his work.

He cares so much about me.

You guys have all seen him work.

My dad is a great doctor.

You should've seen him

out in the desert.

Under pressure, he was

so calm and cool. So together.

For you to keep him from being chief

of staff because of yesterday...

...that's not fair. lt wasn't his fault.

lt wasn't even him. lt was me.

l would love to explain this to you,

but l can't. You wouldn't understand.

You gotta take my word for it.

By the way, it wasn't my dad who was

screwing around with your wife.

- lt was me.

- Sid...

...read the name

of the new chief of staff.

The new chief of staff is Hal Gilden.

No, no. This is wrong.

This is so wrong. Didn't you hear me?

- You can leave.

- Didn't you hear what l said?

Didn't you hear what l said?

You can't do this.

Please, guys, you-

Dr. Armbruster, l...

l need to make

a very public apology.

lt won't change things.

l'm hoping it will

because l have been an ass.

l've been disrespectful

to a very important person.

And if l'm forgiven,

l promise to make amends.

l've changed...

...in some ways,

and l hope to change more.

l'll have to think about that.

l'll really have to think about that.

Why? This really has nothing

to do with you.

Listen, about the chief-of-staff job-

Oh, you can shove

the chief-of-staff job.

This is about me and my son.

Anything left on my credit card?

Enough to get us home.

- Come on, let's go home.

- Yeah. Oh, sorry.

My son and l have

some celebrating to do.

l'm celebrating being a doctor,

and my son is celebrating not.

l presume you drove my car.

You want to drive us home?

l think l'll grab a cab.

- Dad, about your car?

- What?

Well, you know, l was a very forgiving

person when l was your age.

Look what l brought.

Want another shot?

- Hey, Trigger.

- l'll throw it away.

Rick.

l have a little present for you.

Do you have insurance, son?

No, d*ckhead.

BJ.

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