The Doctor Page #7

The truth.

Do you know, I don't even

know anything about you.

Not really.

I know you love life.

And I know you can dance.

I hope you always fly over my house...

with your lovely long hair.

My friend June died today.

How you doing, Jack?

I'd rather be in Philadelphia.

- Hi, Doctor.

- Nancy. Hi.

My, my, my.

- We're rooting for you, Jack.

- Thank you, Joe.

Yeah, do. Root like crazy.

Did you find it? Great.

OK, Jack, your neck feels clear to me.

Good.

I'm gonna keep telling you everything

that I'm doing as I'm doing it.

So I want you to just relax

as much as possible.

And before I scrub in,

we have a little treat for you.

Oh...

We got the tumor, and there was

no cross-over, which is good.

It's great.

I was not able to save

all of the vocal cords,

so I... I can't make any guarantees

about the voice, Anne.

It was very clean,

and we're just gonna have

to wait and see.

- Are you OK here?

- Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine, thanks.

Nicky?

I meant to give this

to you at the hospital.

Sorry.

That's not the color I asked for!

No, I wanted the wall

to match the cupboard!

How many times

do I have to tell you that?

We sat down yesterday and I circled

the one I wanted. Remember that?

Yeah... Oh, great, so now I'm color-blind

on top of everything else?

I know what I was doing.

This is what you asked for.

- Terrific.

- Well, I warned you that color...

Look, just forget it!

I'll paint it myself, OK?

Jack, let go of me. What are you doing?

I don't wanna go outside. Jack!

No!

No, I don't wanna yell at you.

I want to go inside! Do you mind?

Yeah, right. And now it's done.

Are you happy?

Now would you please

let me go inside? God, Jack.

You're crazy.

Jack, stop it. Jack, stop it!

Stop it, OK! OK.

But get in the house.

If you want me to yell at you,

I'll yell at you in the house, OK?

Now get inside!

Jack!

Look, Jack, I don't know

what you want from me.

No, you don't. You don't need me.

No, I don't believe you.

I was there. I was there for you, Jack,

and you didn't need me.

Yeah, me, too. Me, too.

Stop it! Stop blowing that thing! Stop it!

Stop it!

"Start again"? Jesus...

Jack, stop it!

Stop it! Stop it! God...

Goddamn it!

I just wish I'd never given you

this stupid whistle!

I love you.

I love you.

You're talking.

Shh.

Aah!

Hello, Jack. Welcome back.

So...

They're harvesting the heart

any minute now.

It'll be flown in from New York,

whence all good things come.

- What's the problem?

- Nothing, Doctor.

What?

My wife wants to know what's

impossible to know about the donor.

She thinks because we say

things like "kindhearted"...

"good-hearted"... that these

qualities come from the heart.

Tell her I think they do.

Yes?

The helicopter's landed.

15 minutes, Doctor.

Thank you, Nancy.

Arturo... here we go.

- Here you go. Good luck.

- Thanks.

OK. We're all hooked up.

Watch your flow

and watch your pressure.

Ross clamp is... off.

Start beating, sweetheart.

Go, heart!

Your wife will be delighted, Arturo.

It's a beautiful heart.

Any messages for me?

These... and something personal.

Oh, thanks.

It's been an hour already.

I'm out of here, people.

- Hasn't been an hour.

- Yeah, it has.

Hi! Sorry, I kept you waiting.

Good, good, good.

OK, well.

Can you strip naked and put on your

hospital gowns, quick as you can?

- Dr. MacKee, this is a joke.

- I'm not laughing. Ah, here they are.

Alan, Roger, Lonnie...

- Let's go. Sarah, Jay-Jay, Michael.

- Anything in a paisley?

Doctors...

You have spent a lot of time

learning the Latin names

for diseases your patients might have.

Now it's time to learn...

something simpler about them.

Patients have their own names.

Sarah.

Alan. Jack.

They feel frightened...

embarrassed and vulnerable.

And they feel sick.

Most of all, they want to get better.

Because of that...

they put their lives in our hands.

I could try to explain what that means

until I'm blue in the face.

But, you know something,

it wouldn't mean a thing.

It sure as hell never did to me.

So, for the next 72 hours,

you'll each be allocated

a particular disease.

You'll sleep in hospital beds,

eat hospital food.

Hospital food?

You'll be given all the appropriate tests.

Tests you will one day prescribe.

Unbelievable.

You are no longer... doctors.

You are hospital patients.

So, good luck. I'll see you on my rounds.

Dear Jack...

You've just left. And I've been

sitting here worrying about you.

You were talking about Anne

and not knowing how to let her close.

How to let anyone close.

And I thought of this little story for you.

I hope you get it before your operation.

Going up?

There was a farmer

who had a lot of fields.

And he kept all of the birds

and creatures away from his crops

with traps and fences.

He was very successful.

But he was very lonely.

So. One day. He stood in the middle

of his fields to welcome the animals.

He stayed there from dawn to dusk with

his arms outstretched calling to them.

But not a single animal came.

Not a single creature appeared.

They were terrified. You see.

Of the farmer's new scarecrow.

Dear Jack. Just let down your arms...

and we'll all come to you.

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