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The Doctor Page #2
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1991
- 122 min
- 3,241 Views
- And I know about pain. I'm a doctor.
- "I'm a doctor."
- I'm a little nervous, but it'll be fine.
- Why are you nervous?
- Gee, I don't know.
I'm usually so comfortable
speaking in front of 200 people.
You don't have to speak. I'll speak.
You just stand by my side
and look gorgeous.
No, I have to speak. Wait, wait. Are we
talking about the same thing here?
Jack? The parents' meeting?
- Oh, no. No, Jack.
- Hello?
Don't tell me you forgot again.
And then you wonder why the kids
call me "Miss" MacKee!
- You're a total disaster.
- Well, I need you tonight as well.
- Hey.
- I have to change.
We can have dinner together
somewhere later.
And you'll still forget next year,
won't you? Yeah.
- Hola. Lucy. Como estas?
- Bad.
OK.
- Hey, kneepads and helmets.
- Why? We're staying in our yard.
And what, you think
our concrete is softer?
- Hi, Max.
- Hi, Dr. MacKee.
- You, too.
- OK.
- How was school?
- Pretty good.
Good.
If it leaks again, just...
- Hi.
- Hi. How'd it go?
Not bad. I only fainted once.
How was yours?
I personally collected a check
for $50,000 towards a new wing
from some guy who's big in glue.
- Let's go spend it.
- Yeah.
Well, what do you know? Oh, you're
- No.
- Jack.
You're sounding tired again, you know.
You are. You're doing too much, honey.
Let's just skip dinner and go home
and I'll fix you something
while I still have a kitchen.
OK.
- Hello.
- Jack...
Yes, OK. Yeah, OK, put her through.
Mrs. Street, this is Dr. MacKee.
- Dr. MacKee?
- Yup.
Well. You know what it is.
I'm lying here worrying.
Why would that be?
You took out my husband's lung
a month ago.
Now he wants to mow the lawn.
Can he do that?
- Well, it's pretty dark, but...
- Excuse me?
What's he saying?
Does your husband have
a power mower, or does he push it?
Power mower? I don't know. Whatever
you say. He'll mow the lawn anyway.
- That's the way he is.
- You know I got a damn power mower!
- What?
- I got a power mower!
He says it is a power mower. Hello?
I'm sure it'll be fine.
The exercise will do him good. OK?
OK.
- You OK?
- What? Yeah, I'm fine.
What's that on your shirt?
Jack, is that blood?
You know what? I must have burst
a blood vessel trying not to laugh.
Jack, I have blood on my dress.
My God, I have it in my hair, Jack.
What's going on?
- Hey, relax.
- Relax? Has this happened before?
I'm not bleeding to death here.
There's a danger in feeling
too strongly about your patients.
A danger in becoming too involved.
Surgery is about judgment.
To judge, you have to be detached.
But isn't it unnatural not to become
involved with a patient?
There's nothing natural about surgery.
You're cutting open someone's body.
Is that natural? One day you'll have
your hands around someone's heart.
And it's beating. And you'll think,
"Uh-oh. I shouldn't be here."
Well, then all the more reason
to care about what the patient feels.
- A surgeon's job is to cut.
You've got one shot.
You go in, you fix it and get out.
- Fix it. Get out.
- Get out. Yeah.
Caring's all about time.
When you've got 30 seconds
before some guy bleeds out...
I'd rather you cut straight
and cared less.
Now, Harris here took a walk
Should we come back?
I'll be back.
Here, Alan.
"Transected aorta,
partially controlled by the pleura."
- Procedure?
You can suture the tear direct
or use a Dacron graft.
What do we look for
when we go in, Jay-Jay?
Apart from a great deal
of caring? Anyone?
Significant continuing
blood loss and color.
Yeah. How're we doing?
I hadn't planned on ever waking up.
I feel stupid.
You want my advice, Robert?
Next time you wanna give yourself
some real punishment... try golf.
There's no greater torture.
Thank you.
I need you to take
as deep a breath as you can.
If you were looking for a good ENT man,
who would you go to?
- The Rabbi?
- Give me a break.
Had the lowest mortality stats
in hospital.
So would I if I took out tonsils.
- Jack, my arrested lung's aphasic.
- You mean Richards? Sh*t.
Obviously some damage from the
arrest. He must have had a stroke.
Transfer him to Neurology.
No one dies in our service.
I can't. I'm out. His wife fired me.
She's already phoned their lawyer...
- How bad is he?
- Horrible.
As of now, his speech is slurred,
he doesn't make any sense.
So he moves to Texas.
And you wonder why I'm so uptight
about our malpractice insurance.
- It's never enough, you wait and see.
- Calm down.
You did a responsible procedure.
Sure. If you sneeze in this place,
they slap a lawsuit on you.
Jack. There's your ENT man.
Ooh!
- Who is she?
- That's Leslie Abbott.
- I think we're talking different talents.
- Absolutely not. She does great throat.
- Puh-lease.
- I'm serious.
- Is this for you, Jack?
- What?
He's been doing
Well, if you won't see Leslie,
I'll check you out.
- You're a gynecologist.
- So? Drop your pants.
Hello. Sorry to keep you waiting.
Busy day.
- Jack MacKee.
- Hmm? Yes, I know. Have a seat.
Right.
Oh, that's right.
You're in practice together?
Till we get it right.
- So what seems to be the trouble?
- What?
Nothing. I mean, I have... a tickle.
I've been hoarse.
- Mm-hmm.
- So...
All right. Let's take a look.
Uncross your knees. Back in the chair.
Sit up. Hands on your knees.
Chin forward. And open.
Let's take a look. Close.
Uh-huh. Open.
Open.
All right. Open.
This might be a little bitter.
- That's an anesthetic.
- I want to take a closer look.
Whoa. A periscope!
Won't be pleasant.
Tongue out.
All the way. And hold it... with your hand.
Head forward. And open.
- And "E".
- E-E-E.
- Again.
- E-E-E-E...
- Again.
- E-E-E-E...
- Again.
- E-E-E-E...
- One more time.
- E-E-E-E...
And that's all I need.
Doctor, you have a growth.
What?
A tumor. Laryngeal.
Here on the true vocal cord.
I know what "laryngeal" is.
We're gonna need chest X-rays,
blood chemistry,
blood count, UA, EKG...
I'll have to check with my secretary,
but if it's remotely possible,
I'd like to do a biopsy tomorrow. OK?
Thanks.
Don't mention it.
Hi.
Hi.
You OK? I thought you had
a bypass tonight.
His EKG wasn't so good.
We postponed.
I'm fine.
So great! So we have
an evening together.
Yeah.
- Yeah. I'll call Nicky. Nicky!
- Coming!
- Say hi to your Dad!
- Oh, OK.
Hi, Dad. Dad?
Mom, we got disconnected.
- Oh! Hi, Dad!
- Special live appearance.
- How're you doing?
- Pretty good.
Your dad's home tonight.
- What are you doing?
- Hi!
Hi.
So, tell me.
There's nothing to tell.
You know, the longer you don't tell me,
the more frightened I'm getting.
Anne...
What is it, Jack? What have they found?
Huh? Have they found something?
Yep!
OK, so... we'll beat it.
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