Patch Adams Page #9

Because I killed her,

Truman.

I taught her the medicine

that killed her.

She'd still be here

if I hadn't met her.

[ Squeaking ]

You can't leave.

If what you say is true, looks like

I'm defying the laws of possibility.

What are you doing ?

Oh, I can't leave

until you beat me, is that it ?

Okay. I surrender.

You're number one.

You're the top student in the class.

You're smarter than me.

Is that what you want to hear ?

Now can I leave ?

You know Mrs. Kennedy

in 212 ?

She doesn't eat.

I visited her room every day

for the last three weeks.

I can't get her to eat.

Now, I know everything

there is to know about medicine.

I've studied relentlessly.

I guarantee you I can outdo,

out-diagnose any attending

and surgeon in this hospital.

[ Sighs ]

But I can't make her eat.

You have a gift.

You have a way with people.

You know, they like you.

And if you leave,

I can't learn this way.

[ Sighs ]

So what now, huh ?

What do You want from me ?

Yeah, I could do it.

We both know

You wouldn't stop me.

So answer me, please.

Tell me what You're doing.

Okay,

let's look at the logic.

You create man.

Man suffers enormous amounts

of pain.

Man dies.

Maybe You should have had just

a few more brainstorming sessions...

prior to Creation.

You rested

on the seventh day.

Maybe You should have spent

that day on compassion.

[ Scoffs ]

You know what ?

You're not worth it.

[ Laughs ]

[ Laughing ]

Do you still want help

with Mrs. Kennedy ?

[ Door Opens ]

Hey, Aggie.

We have a special

surprise for you.

[ Chattering, Hooting ]

Surprise !

[ Shouting ]

Benvenuto, Aggie !

[ Patch ]

Aggie ! Aggie !

Grab ahold, Aggie !

There you go.

Oh !

- Oh.

- Come on in, Aggie.!

Y-Yes.

[ Laughing ]

- [ Laughing Continues ]

- [ Yelling ]

[ Patch ]

Pasta angels, Aggie ! Pasta angels !

Patch ?

Hey. I'm supposed

to give you this.

[ Paper Crumbling ]

- You turn around

and walk right out of here.

- Why ?

Everything will be delineated

in your letter of dismissal.

- Why ?

- You don't fit in.

There are standards

and codes.

You make the patients and everyone else

around you uncomfortable.

- I make you uncomfortable.

- Well, you can make this into

a personal issue if you'd like.

But the reality is,

you are not cut out to be a physician.

- And it is my responsibility--

- Responsibility ?

You have one responsibility-- to be

a dick-head. How hard can that be ?

All you have to do is make sure

your head is a dick

and it's attached to your neck.

- You leave immediately.

- I wanna see my records.

They're confidential.

Only the staff--

Please,

you have to have permission.

You can't just go in there

and take your own file !

[ Truman ]

Your marks are basically perfect.

You've gotta be near

the top of the class.

Look at this.

"Excessive happiness."

- Actually says

you're excessively happy ?

- Mm-hmm.

And what does that mean ?

Isn't that good ?

- I gotta fight this.

- What can we do ?

Dean Walcott seems thoroughly committed

to your not ever becoming a doctor.

Even Dean Anderson

signed this.

[ Softly ]

Nah, I'm screwed.

- [ Mitch ] I like this.

- [ Locker Opens ]

You need my help.

I prefer to think

I'm using you.

- You have one shot.

- Mm-hmm.

- You'd have to appeal

to the state medical board.

- How does that work ?

You claim that a prejudice

and injustice has occurred.

- They'll be worried about a suit.

They'll have to investigate.

- Then what ?

- They'll review your grades,

which is good--

- Mm-hmm.

you're almost

top of the class--

but mostly your behavior.

Do you have any idea

what Walcott has on you ?

How'd you get these ?

Don't ask.

They can't prevent me

from graduating because of

a personality clash, can they ?

Hunter, this is a medical institution

you're dealing with.

They draw their own law.

You'll have to get their focus

on your high marks and off of this.

I'm screwed, aren't I ?

You're almost a doctor.

They're a panel of doctors.

Just think of them as your peers...

and return these.

[ Softly ]

Yeah.

And get a suit.

[ Murmuring ]

[ Murmuring ]

[ Man ]

Hunter Adams.

You've been accused of

practicing medicine without a license.

That's a very

grave charge, son.

Are you aware that it's unlawful

to practice medicine without

a medical license ?

Yes, sir, I am.

Are you aware that running a medical

clinic without the proper licensing...

can place both you

and the public...

in a great deal of danger ?

Is a home a clinic, sir ?

If you are admitting patients

and treating them...

physical location

is irrelevant.

Sir, will you define

treatment for me ?

Yes. Treatment would be defined

as the care of a patient

seeking medical attention.

Have you been treating patients,

Mr. Adams ?

I live with several people.

They come and go as they please.

I offer them

whatever help I can.

Mr. Adams...

have you or have you not

been treating patients at your ranch ?

Everyone who comes to the ranch

is a patient, yes.

[ Murmuring ]

And every person who comes

to the ranch is also a doctor.

I'm sorry ?

Every person who comes

to the ranch is in need...

of some form of physical

or mental help.

They're patients.

But also every person who comes

to the ranch is in charge of

taking care of someone else--

whether it's cooking for them,

cleaning them...

or even as simple a task

as listening.

That makes them doctors.

I use that term broadly, but is not a

doctor someone who helps someone else ?

When did the term "doctor" get

treated with such reverence, as,

"Right this way, Doctor Smith"...

or, "Excuse me, Dr. Scholl,

what wonderful footpads"...

or, "Pardon me, Dr. Patterson,

but your flatulence has no odor" ?

[ Laughing, Murmuring ]

At what point in history

did a doctor become more...

than a trusted and learned friend

who visited and treated the ill ?

Now, you ask me if

I've been practicing medicine.

Well, if this means opening

your door to those in need--

those in pain--

caring for them, listening

to them, applying a cold cloth

until a fever breaks--

if this is practicing medicine,

if this is treating a patient...

then I am guilty

as charged, sir.

Did you consider the ramifications

of your actions ?

What if one of your patients

had died ?

What's wrong

with death, sir ?

What are we so mortally

afraid of ?

Why can't we treat death with

a certain amount of humanity

and dignity and decency...

and, God forbid,

maybe even humor ?

Death is not the enemy,

gentlemen.

If we're gonna fight a disease,

let's fight one of the most

terrible diseases of all--

indifference.

Now, I've sat in your schools and heard

people lecture on transference...

and professional distance.

Transference

is inevitable, sir.

Every human being

has an impact on another.

Why don't we want that in

a patient/doctor relationship ?

That's why I've listened to your

teachings, and I believe they're wrong.

A doctor's mission should be

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