WOMAN 1: So how'd it go last night? WOMAN 2: Yeah.
WOMAN 1: Oh, no. WOMAN 2: Yeah.
MAN 1: Nice gloves. Are they new?
MAN 2: What do you got when you have a lawyer up to his neck in cement?
MAN 3: Is your boyfriend out of jail yet, Gail?
MAN 1: Okay, Jack. One guess. GAIL: Not yet.
JACK: Four Seasons, that's easy.
What's the flip side?
MAN 1: Flip side? Flip side.
What is the flip side?
Oh, shit. Now, my whole day is ruined.
JACK: Is everything laid out?
WOMAN: Everything you like.
Oh, these are my favorites.
♪ Big girls
♪ Don't cry ♪
JACK: What's the story on our friend here?
MAN 1: He jumped. Five floors.
JACK: Oh! Good grief.
MAN 1: What do you want on this?
Pickle, lettuce, tomato? Onion?
What do you want? Want a coke? Want a coke?
No, use more Betadine, sweetheart. He needs the color.
MAN 2: Let's go, Jack.
I'm having trouble keeping his pressure up.
Just splash and slash.
JACK: You know, Murray, they ought to teach a course
in suicide technique.
I mean, five floors is just not good enough.
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
People use the wrong knife, can't tie a decent knot.
It's terrible. (CHUCKLES)
Nancy, when are you gonna run away with me?
I'm desperate.
I can't eat, I can't sleep.
♪ Big girls
Okay.
♪ They don't cry They don't cry ♪
JACK: I'm going right in.
I'll tidy up on the way out.
♪ Maybe, I was cruel
♪ I was cruel
MURRAY: Oh, look at that. You made him bleed.
Retractor.
Oh, boy. He's a gusher.
Ooh, I hate blood.
Cell saver suction.
(COUGHS)
Malleable, Nancy.
MAN 1: The BP is dropping all the time.
I can't keep up with this loss.
This guy's aorta is in big trouble.
Cut down on the ventilation, Joe.
Move the lung out of the way.
JOE: Okay, I'm hand-ventilating.
Oh, shit.
MURRAY: The aorta is completely transected.
(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)
What do you want to do?
Turn off the music.
(MUSIC STOPS) Clamp and run.
Give me a 20mm Dacron graft.
On my way.
JACK: Clamp.
Thank you. Can I get some over here?
I'm getting in the clamp above.
Snap. Clamp.
I'm getting in a clamp below.
I got it, I got it.
Start the clock. (MONITOR BEEPING)
MURRAY: Okay. Take this. Wait. Get this. Take that.
Graft.
(JACK COUGHS)
Come on.
I got it.
4-0 Prolene. Let's go.
4-0 Prolene, Doctor.
JACK: Give him more blood, Joe.
JOE: He's got all we had. We sent for more.
Knit one.
He's 60 over zip.
But we still have a cardiac rhythm.
Not for long.
Nancy, are my hands shaking?
No, Doctor.
That's amazing. I always tremble when you're near.
You've got about three minutes, Jack, and then he's in big trouble.
MURRAY: What's the difference between a...
Nancy, if you know this one, don't say anything.
What's the difference between a lawyer
and a catfish?
You know? No idea.
One is a scum-sucking bottom dweller
(MAN CHUCKLING)
and the other one's a fish.
(ALL CHUCKLING)
(COUGHS)
Right over left and under.
JACK: Left over right and under.
Good scout.
Okay, here we go.
I'm going to unclamp slowly. Watch the BP.
Clamp.
Easy. Off.
No leaks.
We made it.
Looks beautiful.
Oo-wee!
(LAUGHING)
Let's pack our bags, guys, and go home.
Closing music, Joe.
Ah, that was great, everybody. (MUSIC PLAYING)
And, Nancy, I want to hear you sing.
Sure, Doctor.
♪ I really do appreciate
♪ The fact you're sitting here
Nancy, you're not singing, doll.
Just one day, Nancy.
One day before I die,
you're gonna sing for me.
Doctor, please.
ALL: ♪ So, barmaid, bring a pitcher
Sing it, sing it, buddy.
You're gonna be okay.
What's this kid's name?
♪ Honey, why don't we get drunk and screw?
Yee-haw! Whoo-hoo!
♪ Why don't we get drunk and screw?
JOE: Sing it, Nancy, baby.
♪ I just bought a waterbed ♪
Dr. MacKee,
Dr. Blumfield would like you to stop by OR 2
and take a look at his patient.
Wow. Where ENT meets ESP.
Rabbi calls. Go take a look.
The spirits wait.
Will you finish up here? My pleasure.
Don't forget your crystals. My Ouija board.
(MAN CHUCKLING)
JOE: Jack, you throw the wildest parties.
Get along, little doggie.
Come on, fella.
Wake this kid up, have him join us.
When that boy wakes up,
tell him, next time, 10 floors minimum.
Reach for the sky. Look out.
Whoo!
You hear that, boy? That was Dr. Jack MacKee.
I need a gown. Here you go.
Here, Doctor.
Thank you for coming, Doctor.
Um, I've got a rigid bronchoscopy, and, uh,
I'd like you to take a look.
I think I found a lesion in the right main bronchus.
NURSE: He's under for another 20. Mmm-hmm.
(SIGHS)
Sergio, this is Dr. MacKee.
He's an expert in heart and lungs.
And I'd like him to check you out.
(GIBBERISH)
There's nothing to be nervous about.
Hello, Serg, how's it hanging?
I gotta tell you, if you can hear me
I'd fire the anesthesiologist.
(CHUCKLING)
Dr. MacKee likes to joke.
Doesn't mean he's not caring.
It's just his way.
He's a fine doctor.
Mmm-hmm. Oh, yeah.
Blumfield's amazing. Yeah. He published a paper.
Dialog With Unconscious Patients.
Personally, I keep it under my pillow.
But this guy really believes that they hear us.
I talk to you.
But I pretend I'm conscious. Bonnie.
You eating? (CLEARS THROAT) I don't know. I have some chores.
What is it with this throat thing, huh?
You know, Pete wants to do a bypass on that short order cook.
What's his name? MAN: Hey, Doc.
Grown, Bloom, Gloom, some stupid name.
Heart the size of Pennsylvania.
He's 65, he's 250 pounds,
he had a stroke, smokes two packs a day...
He sounds in pretty good shape.
So the guy crumps in six months and it shows on our survival stats.
Hi. Hi.
Hello, Doctor. Sarah.
See you later.
You hunk.
Ta-ta. Toodle-oo.
(SIRENS WAILING)
Ah!
How long have you had this throat?
All my life.
(LAUGHS)
I don't know. A couple of...
A little while.
I can't really see anything.
A little swelling, some inflammation.
Nothing to really worry about.
Are you steaming a lot?
What? No, nothing.
No wonder you still got a tickle.
What are you doing wasting my time?
I'm married to a doctor's wife.
You too, huh?
Should I be referring you to someone?
(CLEARS THROAT) No.
You're right, I should be... I should be steaming.
I'll write you a note with some antibiotics.
Better I should write to Anne.
Prescribe TLC.
How is she?
She's terrific.
I never see you guys since your dad passed on.
No, I kept clearing my throat.
It was like this habit thing.
Here, Jack.
Thanks.
How's business in the big league?
(BLOWING) We're killing them.
Hi. How are we doing?
I'm sorry I kept you waiting. Busy day.
Are we looking after you? Yes, thank you.
Good.
Have you been sore?
A little sore, yeah.
Okay.
Oh, yeah. That's healed fine.
Let's just get those staples out.
(WATER RUNNING)
Doctor.
Uh, my husband...
He's a good man, and he...
Uh, I think he's a little nervous.
Will this scar always be so...
Tell your husband you look like a Playboy centerfold.
You have the staple marks to prove it. (LAUGHING)
No, no. No. No.
I can smell tobacco from 50 paces.
I can smell it through the phone. (MUSIC PLAYING)
You know how I quit?
I'll tell you the truth.
I could kill for a cigarette this very second.
I'll give you back to my secretary.
We'll arrange to have you in for some tests.
Carrie, take him back.
Slap his wrist. He's not taking the cyclosporine.
And he's smoking again.
Whoa.
Wait a minute.
What? Pete?
Just tell him I'll call back.
(HORN HONKS)
(HONKING)
My, oh, my!
(CHUCKLES)
Legs.
Whoo!
I wouldn't be caught dead
with someone stupid enough to drive that car.
Too bad.
You'll be missing my electric roll-in-the-hay bar. (WHIRRING)
(LAUGHS)
Well, why didn't you say so?
Hi.
We have a dumpster. Mmm-hmm.
Do we have a contractor? No.
We do.
This is a record. They've started.
Yeah, they started wrecking the place.
Anne? Anne. What?
They'll have the old kitchen out and the new one in,
and you won't feel a thing.
And I know about pain. I'm a doctor. "I'm a doctor."
Is it okay about tonight?
Oh, well, I'm a little nervous
but, uh, 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.
(SIGHS) And then you wonder why the kids call me "Miss" MacKee.
(GROANS) You're a total disaster. (DOOR CLOSES)
Well, I need you tonight as well.
(SIGHS)
Hey. I have to change.
We can have dinner together somewhere later.
And you'll still forget next year, won't you?
Yeah.
Yeah!
Hola, Lucy. Como estas?
Bad.
Okay.
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.
Okay. Okay.
How was school? NICKY: Pretty good.
Good.
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
And if it leaks again...
Hi. Hi.
How'd it go?
Not bad. I only fainted once.
(CHUCKLES) How was yours?
I personally collected a check for $50,000
toward a new wing from some guy who's big in glue.
Let's go spend it. (CHUCKLES) Yeah.
(PHONE RINGING)
Well, what do you know?
Oh, you're not gonna answer that. (COUGHS)
Come on. No.
Jack, you're sounding tired again, you know.
You are. Let's... You're doing too much.
Honey, let's just skip dinner.
We'll go home and I'll fix you something
while I still have a kitchen.
Okay.
(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
Hello.
Jack!
Yes, okay.
(EXHALES)
Yeah, okay. Put her through.
(BEEPING)
Mrs. Street, this is Dr. MacKee.
Dr. MacKee? Yep.
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.
(COUGHS) Now, he wants to mow the lawn.
Can he do that?
Well, it's pretty dark, but... (LAUGHING)
Excuse me? MR. STREET: What's he saying?
Does your husband have a power mower? Or does he push it?
MRS. STREET: Power mower? I don't know.
Whatever you say, he'll mow the lawn anyway.
(COUGHING) That's the way he is.
MR. STREET: You know I got a damn power mower!
(COUGHS) MRS. STREET: What?
MR. STREET: It's a power mower. He says it is a power mower.
Well...
MRS. STREET: Uh, hello?
I'm sure it'll be fine.
(BOTH LAUGH) The exercise will do him good.
Okay? Okay.
(LAUGHING) (LAUGHING) Okay.
(COUGHING)
You okay?
What? Yeah, I'm fine.
What's that on your shirt?
(GASPS)
Jack, is that blood?
(CLEARS THROAT) You know what,
I must have burst a blood vessel
trying not to laugh. (CHUCKLES)
Jack, I have blood on my dress.
My God!
I have it in my hair, Jack. What's going on?
Hey, relax.
Relax? This has happened before?
I'm not bleeding to death here.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
JACK: There's a danger in feeling too strongly about your patients.
The danger of becoming too involved.
Jack.
Surgery is about judgment.
And to judge, you have to be detached.
But isn't it unnatural not to become involved with the 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.
ALAN: The patient feels sick. A surgeon's job is to cut.
You've got one shot.
You go in. You fix it. And get out.
(WHISPERS) Fix it. Get out. (WHISPERS) Get out.
JACK: Caring is 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 from the fifth floor window.
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
Should we come back?
I'll be back.
Alan. (CLEARS THROAT) Um...
"Transected aorta, partially controlled by the pleura."
JACK: Procedure?
ALAN: Uh, clamp above and below,
and 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? (LAUGHTER)
Significant continuing blood loss and color.
Good.
How are we doing?
I hadn't planned on ever waking up.
I feel stupid.
Hmm, you want my advice, Robert?
Next time you want to give yourself some real punishment,
try golf. (CHUCKLING)
There's no greater torture.
(CLEARING THROAT) Thank you.
I need you to take as deep a breath as you can.
JACK: If you were looking for a good ENT man, who would you go to?
PETE: Rabbi. JACK: Give me a break.
PETE: Had the lowest mortality stats in hospital.
JACK: So would I, if I took out tonsils.
Jack, Jack, my arrested lung's aphasic.
You mean Richards? Shit! Obviously, some damage from the arrest.
Must have had a stroke.
Transfer him to Neurology. No one dies on our service.
Hmm. 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 am so uptight about our malpractice insurance.
It's never enough. You wait and see.
Calm down. You did a responsible procedure.
Sure. You sneeze in this place, they slap a lawsuit on you.
Jack, there's your ENT man.
Ooh!
Who's she?
That's Leslie Abbott.
PETE: I think we're talking different talents.
Absolutely not.
She does great throat.
Please! I'm serious.
Is this for you, Jack? (COUGHS) What?
He's been doing a little cough thing for months.
If you won't see Leslie, I'll check you out.
You're a gynecologist. So?
Drop your pants. (LAUGHING)
Hello.
Sorry to keep you waiting. Busy day.
Jack MacKee.
Hmm? Yes, I know. Have a seat.
Right.
Murray Kaplan sends his best.
Oh, that's right. You're, um...
You're in practice together.
Well, we get it right.
(JACK CHUCKLES)
(JACK CLEARS THROAT)
So, what seems to be the trouble?
What?
Nothing. I mean, I have...
A tickle, I've been hoarse. Mmm-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.
Ah.
(CLEARS THROAT)
(BOTH CLEARING THROAT)
Open.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Right.
Open.
This might be a little bitter.
(SPRAYS)
That's an anesthetic.
Want to take a closer look.
Whoa, a periscope.
(INHALES DEEPLY) Won't be pleasant.
Tongue out.
All the way.
And, hold it. (CHUCKLES)
With your hand.
Head forward.
And open.
And... (CLEARS THROAT)
Ah...
Again.
Ah...
One more time.
And that's all I need.
(COUGHS)
Doctor, you have a growth.
What?
Tumor. Laryngeal.
Here on the true vocal cord.
I know what laryngeal is.
You're gonna need chest X-rays,
blood chemistry,
blood count, UA, EKG...
I have to check with my secretary,
but if it's remotely possible
I'd like to do a biopsy tomorrow.
Okay?
Uh, well...
Thanks.
Don't mention it.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(SIGHS)
(DOOR OPENS)
Hi.
Are you okay?
Thought you had a bypass tonight.
His EKG wasn't so good, we postponed.
I'm fine.
Well, great. So, we have an evening together.
Yeah.
I'll call Nicky.
Nicky. NICKY: Coming.
Say hi to your dad. Oh, okay.
Hi, Dad!
Dad?
Mom, we got disconnected.
Oh!
Hi, Dad.
Special live appearance.
Hi, how are you doing? Pretty good.
ANNE: Your dad's home tonight.
(JACK COUGHING)
(EXHALES)
What are you doing?
Hi.
(BELL DINGING)
So, tell me.
Nothing to tell.
You know the longer you don't tell me, the more frightened I'm getting.
Anne.
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
What is it, Jack?
What have they found?
Huh?
Have they found something?
(CLEARS THROAT)
Yep.
(COUGHS)
Okay, so...
We'll beat it.
"We"? Mmm-hmm.
(LAUGHS)
"We" don't have it, Anne.
(COUGHS)
"We" don't have it, it's not a...
Team game!
Okay.
(BELL DINGING)
Why don't you come to bed?
(BANGING) (DINGING CONTINUES)
(SIGHS)
I have a biopsy tomorrow.
It's a laryngeal tumor.
Oh, God.
(EXHALES)
The doctor tells this to me,
"You have a growth."
The man says, "I demand a second opinion."
Doctor says, "Okay.
"And you're ugly."
(CHUCKLES)
Oh, sweetheart.
Oh, baby.
What am I doing sitting here like one of the herd?
WOMAN: See you later.
Name? Dr. MacKee.
First name? Oh.
Jack. I've been an attending surgeon
on the staff of this hospital for 11 years.
Then you should know all about filling in forms.
We've been sitting here for 30 minutes.
Why didn't she give us these when we first arrived?
She should have.
MacKee.
Yeah.
Go home, Anne. No, I'll wait.
Really, it's no big deal. But I want to...
I'll call when I can manage a croak.
Okay.
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
MacKee.
(SIGHS) I don't need no wheelchair.
You have to sit in the chair.
Listen, I know you. I'm Dr. MacKee.
I don't need a chair. I'm perfectly capable of walking.
Please sit in the chair, Doctor.
If you fall over in the hospital, the hospital is liable.
I don't fall over in hospitals.
(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
WOMAN: We just need a little more information from you.
I know that Dr. Abbott has been a little delayed
but we'd like you to undress, please.
Put on the gown you'll find on the bed.
They'll be down for you shortly.
There's been a mistake, this isn't a private room.
Yes, I'm afraid we don't have any private rooms
just at the moment.
I'm not about to share a room.
We don't have any private rooms.
I understand Dr. Abbott felt this biopsy was urgent.
(SIGHS)
Hey.
Hey!
MAN: Don't let her rattle you.
They want your bare butt hanging out
just so you don't get up and bother them.
Mmm.
I'm Ralph.
My bowels are all screwed up. What are you in for?
Jack MacKee. Throat.
What, your tongue, your voice box, your tonsils?
There's a lot of software in there.
Voice box.
Oh, you poor bastard.
Your first time under the knife?
I bet you feel like you don't know what's going on, am I right?
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Well, don't worry, they don't know either.
My doctor, this son of a bitch,
half the time he's lyin' to me.
And I can tell.
I'm a cop.
What's your line?
I'm a doctor.
They're gonna cut you, Doc?
Yeah.
Hey, Jack, how's it hanging?
Don't tell me. I can see for myself.
Hi.
What's, uh, going on here?
The Ritz was full.
What time are they doin' you?
When madame shows up.
I spoke to her lawyer. He's very bullish.
He says you're the expert, so, we need you in the witness stand, okay?
Don't go shufflin' off to Buffalo just yet.
(SCOFFS) But after that...
Sure, after that do what you like. I couldn't care less.
You okay?
You want me to go in with you, or... (EXHALES SHARPLY)
I want you to go in instead of me.
(CHUCKLES)
I, uh, did your bypass. Very clean.
Great. I even played your closing music.
Did Nancy sing?
No. Nancy did not sing.
That's good.
Yeah, it's this one.
Do you suppose you can get me a thinner sheet?
I'm not sure everyone can see through this one.
(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
DOCTOR: What do you think of those blood gases?
She's hypoxic.
I know. But I saw the chest today
and the atelectasis is almost gone.
There's something else going on.
Does she have a murmur?
You could be dealing with an Eisenmenger syndrome.
(INDISTINCT)
Yes, it talks!
Amazing!
DOCTOR 1: I have the radiographic video.
You wanna take a look at it?
DOCTOR 2: Yes. Who's the internist?
Oh, hey, hey, Barry, I've been looking for you.
NURSE 1: So? NURSE 2: I was late. I was very late.
Good morning. Everything all right there?
Now you're gonna feel a little prick.
Please, Doctor, we've only just met.
(WINCES)
Looks like a sweet dream.
Huh?
Now just keep dreaming.
Don't wake up. There's no need for you
to wake up, okay?
Keep dreaming.
We're just gonna roll you over on your side, come on.
Help me out, help me out, help me out.
Nice. Just stay there for me.
Hey!
Mr. Brown, relax. (GROANS)
Mr. Brown, relax, man.
Hey! Hey! Just relax, don't strain.
Keep dreaming.
Mr. Brown, you know your schedule for barium enema.
(SIGHS) Relax, it's just an enema.
Now breathe.
Just tell Mr. Jaconelli Dr. MacKee's wife called,
and that I expect him to get back to me personally about this, okay?
Right. Thank you.
I'm Leslie Abbott.
Jack. Hmm.
Jack, honey, Dr. Abbott's here.
All right.
I'm sorry, I understand there was some confusion
regarding beds and procedures.
Yeah.
I hope you'll biopsy my throat and not my colon.
(COUGHS)
I'm sorry.
So, did Path throw the I Ching?
The tumor is malignant.
(PAGER BEEPING)
It's a T-2 lesion.
You're welcome to a second opinion.
No, one enema is enough for any tumor.
How will you treat it?
I'm recommending radiation therapy.
I want it cut out.
Radiation will reduce the mass for this kind of tumor
and we get a high cure rate.
80% or better.
And if I have to cut I risk losing the voice.
Do you know a good radiation man?
Clark Kent.
(CHUCKLES)
Charlie Reed is terrific.
If you could, uh, meet with him, get an MR,
I could start fitting you for treatment as of tomorrow.
JACK: Well, what time tomorrow?
I have a...
Open heart scheduled for tomorrow.
Dr. MacKee, you've got cancer.
ANNE: Tomorrow's great. Thanks.
LESLIE: I've signed you out. I think you're gonna be
more comfortable in your own bed.
And, um...
Shouldn't be talking.
Okay, we'll see you later.
I can do it.
Okay. Honey, listen, just...
Bring the car around, okay?
Okay.
(SNIFFLES)
Dr. MacKee.
I just heard.
Did they get the biopsy results back yet?
Yeah.
It's positive.
How'd you hear? They post it in the men's room?
No.
I'm gonna walk down with you.
I'm fine, thank you. I'll be just fine.
I feel like having a cigarette.
(CHUCKLES)
The tumor in my throat feels like shit,
and I want a cigarette.
Yeah.
You should have come in the red lobster,
this car always makes you depressed.
(LAUGHING)
We're laughing.
They cut my throat and we're laughing.
Can you believe it?
(SIGHS)
I couldn't bear it.
Better.
(SQUEAKING)
Not better.
We'll strip it down on the weekend.
Nicky.
Max is waiting. Yeah.
Your mother told you I had a test yesterday?
Yeah.
Well...
It turns out I've got a growth,
a lesion in my throat which is...
(SIGHS) Not great.
But it's the kind of tumor which...
Which responds well to radiation,
which is great.
Which is...
(STUTTERS)
It's pretty great.
Dad, I gotta go.
Okay.
MAN: This MRI examination takes about 40 minutes.
And it's very important that you don't move at all during that time.
Are you claustrophobic?
JACK: Only in crammed spaces.
(MACHINE WHIRRING)
(RAPID THUDDING)
I just filled in all these forms.
I don't get this.
Why don't you get this stuff from radiology?
It's 50 feet down the hall.
I know, I'm sorry. It's the same for everybody.
We have to have our own records. Yeah, but...
Hi... (PHONE RINGING)
Hi. Thanks. Great hat.
Hello, Radiation Therapy, Laurie speaking.
No. Yes.
Yes. Uh-huh.
Wait till you see the disclaimer forms.
They deliver them in a truck.
Uh-huh. Let me grab a look.
Um... I'll be right with you.
Let me call you back once I've located it.
Oh, you know, busy. Yeah.
What seems to be the problem?
I don't wanna pull rank, but I don't know if you realize
I'm an attending surgeon at this hospital.
I know that, Doctor. Yes.
Okay, good. So you'll appreciate when I say
I have patients of my own who are waiting for me
while I'm waiting for you.
Which is why I mention I'm not looking for VIP...
Uh, you know, the pity is you were late getting here.
So I have to... Hang on! I was not late getting here.
Radiology was late with my MRI.
I was not...
(COUGHS)
Please don't make me strain my voice.
Dr. MacKee?
Yeah.
I'm Charles Reed.
Oh. Come in.
(CHUCKLES)
(DOOR CLOSES)
How we doin'?
Super.
Sit down.
No, I've been sitting.
Dr. MacKee, my feeling for what it's worth,
if we're going to treat you, you're going to meet the team here every day
for the next six weeks.
Yeah. And?
I don't know what it's like at the top of this building
but down here we try to be civil.
Oh, well, upstairs we're very hostile.
We meet our patients, we come right out and tell them our feelings.
For what they're worth.
Okay.
So...
We're not gonna fall in love. What else do I need to know?
Your chest is clear.
We'll get the MRI from tomorrow and get started.
Assuming there's no spread to the lymph nodes.
And the rest of this visit will fit you up for treatment.
(SIGHS) Well...
(CLEARS THROAT)
And if the lymph nodes show positive?
I'll discuss a different treatment with Dr. Abbott.
And me.
Yeah, sure.
Okay, watch your step here.
If we can just have you come around on this side, and hop up on here
and lie so your head faces that way.
Your last guest stole the bed linen.
Here, we're gonna put your wrists in the straps.
When I ask you to, I want you to pull up really hard, okay?
Head down.
Okay. And pull.
(MACHINE BEEPING)
(WHIRRING)
(SIGHS)
What are you doing? Just marking the target.
Okay, this mark will come off.
DOCTOR: Hey, it's nothing to worry about.
Just need to take a film and make sure we're hitting the right spot.
What are you doing?
Just making a mask of your head
in this position, all right?
It's real fast.
All right.
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
Great. Finally.
Dr. Taylor... I know, I know. Just... Just give me five minutes.
(COUGHS) Uh, Doctor...
Hello, Mrs. Arcari, we'll be right with you.
Oh, man.
MURRAY: Hey, partner.
Hi.
Uh, Jack, you look like shit.
Is this the radiation?
No, this is nearly the radiation.
What are you doing here?
I have a room full of patients.
What about the valve job later? What's his name?
Choy. That'll be fine.
Well, I wouldn't want you cutting my heart today.
I told you, I'll be fine.
Jack, we had a talk this morning.
Nobody planned... "We"? Who's "we"?
Pete, Ed, me.
The practice.
No. Pete, Ed, you and me is the practice.
Gosh, wherever I go these days I'm getting cut out of the talk.
What?
So...
What did "we" talk about?
Jack, you're sick. Stay home.
Stay home a week, two weeks, three weeks, whatever it takes.
I don't wanna stay home.
Annie called me, she's worried as hell.
I don't wanna stay home!
Okay.
What we don't wanna happen, buddy,
is to start canceling surgery time,
missing appointments, losing ground on the stats, that's all.
From tomorrow I have 15 minutes treatment a day.
Sure, Jack. 15 minutes in six weeks.
That's it, it's gone. So let's go back to work.
And can everybody wipe that caring look off their faces?
Is that possible? Because it's a royal pain!
Come on, Carrie, let's go.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(CLEARS THROAT)
(MACHINE WHIRRING)
Ow, ow!
What are you doing?
I'm just giving you a tiny tattoo.
What? You're what?
Nice and still now.
These are gonna be permanent marks.
Shouldn't there be a lead apron?
Oh, no, the beam is focused on your larynx, Doc.
You don't need it.
But can we have the apron anyway though, please?
Really, you don't need it, Doc.
But don't move.
(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)
(KEYS JANGLING)
You got... You gotta wear 'em. (DOOR OPENS)
Anybody need a doctor?
(SIGHS) Yes.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
That's an abrasion, leave it open.
Good day? Great!
I thought to myself "What the hell?"
I went out, I got drunk,
and decided to have myself tattooed.
What do you think?
That's where they shoot the X-rays.
JACK: Okay, Reed's not here yet?
WOMAN: Oh, um...
(CLICKS TONGUE) Oh.
Um...
Oh, thank you so much.
I'm not doing so well today.
Hi.
Sit down, I'm leaving anyway.
Thank you.
Dr. MacKee, I'm sorry, Dr. Reed can't be here this morning.
No! No, why not?
He's been held up. I think there's some
admin meeting all day today.
When do I see him? He'll be here next week.
No, look it, if I can't see him today, I'll see him tomorrow.
We close weekends.
CAROL: Laurie.
I'll be right there, Carol.
I was told this was to be a daily treatment.
Well, I'm sorry, I don't make the rules. I'm sure that...
Why don't we from now on, in this hospital,
we should drop "I'm sorry" from conversation, okay?
Let's just assume it begins every sentence.
"I'm sorry, the doctor can't see you today.
"I'm sorry, you have to fill in another form.
"I'm sorry, we gave you the wrong treatment."
(CHUCKLES)
What do we think?
There's not much point shouting at Laurie.
Excuse me?
She's just doing her job.
If you wanna shout, go shout at a doctor.
I am a doctor.
Not when you're sitting here.
How come you're so calm?
Who? You. You seem to be taking it so well.
No.
I have a grade 4 brain tumor.
It took my doctors three months to find it.
I didn't take that so well at all.
Actually, they didn't find it.
I rear ended a few cars,
fell over,
blacked out.
Short of the tumor jumping out and singing.
There was nothing else it could do to get recognized.
See now, I'd call that negligence, wouldn't you?
Oh, well... (STUTTERING) That's difficult to comment.
Oh, yeah.
It's a club, isn't it? I forgot.
Did you get tests?
Sure.
What?
CAT scan.
Two.
Of course, I was way down the track
after they gave me aspirin and sent me home.
Oh, and then what? There was...
Stress management.
Yeah. Oh, and then traffic school.
And that was really helpful.
My father had a patient.
Same diagnosis, grade 4.
He has grandchildren now.
You serious?
Sure.
June, let's do it.
That's me.
June.
See you later, June.
Look good today, June.
I'll check it. Thanks, Walter.
Anytime.
Murray, do me a favor, will you? What?
Call Radiology,
and ask them for the results of my MRI.
Doesn't Leslie have them?
I can't get her, I can't get Reed,
and I can't wait any longer.
They ought to release them to you straight off.
I mean, I don't know what you think I'm gonna accomplish, but, huh...
(SIGHS)
Hi. Who's this?
Hey, Joanne, Murray Kaplan.
How you doin'?
Good.
Listen, do me a favor, Joanne,
pull me an MR file, would you?
Jack MacKee.
Capital "M", capital "K".
No.
No, it's Leslie Abbott.
I know that, Joanne.
Sure.
Hello, this is Dr. MacKee,
and this is my file.
No, it's not my patient.
It's in my name. I'm the patient.
(SIGHS)
No, you do not need to clear it with anybody.
You just go now, open the file
and tell me if it shows any spread to the lymph nodes.
Thank you.
WOMAN: (OVER PA) Dr. MacKee, we're ready in one.
We'll be right with you.
Thank you.
Thank you, I appreciate that.
Zero spread.
Oh, thank God, man. Oh, God!
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(JACK HOWLING) (EVIL LAUGHTER)
JACK: Dr. Blumfield...
This is the ghost
of 1,000 murdered tonsils. (LAUGHTER)
Put us back...
MURRAY: Dr. Eli!
This is your tongue depressor.
Lick me.
JACK: ♪ My friend, the witch doctor he taught me what to say
(SCATTING)
♪ My friend the witch doctor he taught me what to do
♪ What do you do
JACK: ♪ I know you'll be mine when I say this to you
♪ Oh, baby ♪
(BOTH SCATTING)
(HIGH-PITCHED VOICE) Hi.
Anne!
(DOOR RATTLING)
Anne!
Nick!
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(SIZZLING)
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
Well, hello.
Chicken or sausage?
Uh... (CHUCKLES) Hi.
What are you doing out here?
I'm celebrating.
No spread to the lymph nodes. They're clear.
What? Yeah.
Oh, my God. That's... That's...
That's wonderful. That's, um...
Oh, thank God.
Yeah, I thought so.
So join the party, have a piece of sausage.
Oh, no, no. I'm...
I've eaten.
Okay.
Where's Nicky?
He's sleeping over with Max.
Great.
Doesn't this smell great?
(HUMMING) Jack, are you angry about something?
You know, I... I always work late on Friday nights.
Sure.
Do these look burnt?
I mean, if I'd known...
But I didn't even know you were expecting this news.
Why didn't you tell me?
You should've called me. I would've...
I... (SHIVERS)
Let's go inside.
Aren't you cold?
Yeah, you are cold.
(SIGHS)
Will you just tell me how you want me to be, Jack, okay?
Because I never know these days.
(STAMMERS) Really, like, what are we now?
Are we... Are we happy, are we not happy?
Are we close, not close?
Please just tell me, I'll be there.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(SCOFFS) Well, this is quality time.
Why couldn't they send us the new IDs through the mail?
Do we know?
Tell them you're a big doctor. Cut in line.
Are you angry with me?
You lied to me.
What?
My tumor, I see it giving me certain freedoms I never allowed myself.
Hmm, yeah, like being incredibly hostile.
Like being honest and expecting people around me to do the same.
What did I lie about, for Christ sake?
I'm dying.
Please don't waste my time.
Miss Ellis.
Thank you. Your card.
They should've found your tumor.
You were right. Somebody screwed up.
You should've had an MRI.
But the system stinks.
Insurance companies tell us what tests we can and cannot do.
An MRI, which I know would've found your tumor,
costs about $1,000.
You know...
(SIGHS)
It's appalling.
And what about your father's patient?
The one who recovered?
(SIGHS) There was no patient.
(INHALES SHARPLY)
(SIGHS) Okay.
Just don't lie to me again.
Okay.
One, two, three, four. One and one...
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
You wanna try? Show him how to do it.
WOMAN: Pretty amazing. I'm not that bad.
I got a date.
Great.
No, I wish. In court.
So we got to get our stories straight, and...
What stories? Alan, who's first?
Uh, the terminal in 1217.
Terminal?
What terminal? Bus terminal?
No. The, uh...
The dying patient in 1217.
What's the patient's name?
(CHUCKLES) JACK: Jay-Jay?
Mr. Winter.
Okay, now, Mr. Winter is either alive or dead.
So, is Mr. Winter alive?
Or should we advise the morgue?
Call another patient "terminal" and that's how you'll describe your career.
What room is he in?
BOY: Beep-beep.
Barbara died.
The older woman with the knitting...
She didn't wake up this morning.
What are you thinking?
I don't know.
That Barbara had been knitting that big shawl
for her granddaughter for months.
And she finished it.
And...
I've never been to London.
(STAMMERS) Or Italy.
Um, never had a baby.
Never learned to use chopsticks.
And I had a front-row ticket
to see the American-Indian dance theater.
They were touring here.
God, I've always wanted to see them.
You know, they have these great costumes.
And I was in this place.
So...
There's just one more thing to add to my list.
They'll be back.
In six months.
(LAUGHING)
(SIGHS)
(SOBS QUIETLY)
JACK: Mr. Maris, any questions?
You know, Doctor,
it seems strange.
There's somebody out there alive, walking around.
Then something terrible will happen and they'll die.
Then I'll have their heart. I think about that.
Yup.
So, uh, we wait.
It may take a little while before we have a heart to harvest.
I know.
Mr. Maris, it's always a good idea to set your affairs in order.
My affairs are in order.
Good.
I have confidence in you.
Okay.
Thank you.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
Oh.
Dr. MacKee?
I want you to have another MRI.
Really? Why?
Your exams were not what we'd like.
I spoke to Dr. Abbott. She agreed.
We'll do the MRI and then I think you should talk with her.
What do you mean, "Not what we'd like"?
We had hoped to be seeing some reduction in the tumor by now.
We haven't.
I'm sorry.
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
Come on.
I came up here when they finally diagnosed my tumor.
I thought I'd throw myself over the edge.
God, I was so...
I felt like my skin was coming off, you know?
Oh, I screamed and screamed, and, um...
(EXHALES SHARPLY) There was...
There was this bird
perched right over there,
and it just looks at me real strange, like,
"Lady, what is your problem?"
(CHUCKLES)
And I laughed.
And I felt so stupid that I just laughed out loud.
You know what?
I think it was an angel.
Go ahead and scream. No one can hear you.
I don't wanna scream.
Go ahead and jump.
I don't wanna jump.
Fight it. Fight it.
That tour... (CLEARS THROAT)
That tour, is that still happening?
What tour?
The Indians? The dancers?
I think so.
Good, if they're in New York, we're in trouble.
But you might find they're just down the block.
I can't do that. I can't... I can't go.
I'll take care of it, it's my treat.
No. No, no... It's not... It's not that.
Excuse me, is this my intrepid friend or not?
We're going.
Come on.
Wait, this is crazy. Look at me.
I'm not dressed for a...
You look great. Okay, Carrie, call me back when you know.
(BEEPS) Hi.
Winnemucca?
BOTH: Nevada.
We fly to Reno,
we drive for two hours into the desert.
Okay, what do we need? We need two tickets to Reno,
a car and two tickets to the concert.
No, it's for me and a Miss June Ellis.
You got that?
Thanks, Carrie. You're great.
Can you just pick up and go like this?
I see my tumor giving me certain freedoms I never allowed myself.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
JUNE: I had a strange, wonderful dream last night.
I flew right over your house
with a full head of hair.
(JACK CHUCKLES)
JACK: ♪ When this old world starts getting me down
♪ And people are just too much
♪ For me to face
I love that song.
(CHUCKLES)
BOTH: ♪ I climb way up to the top of the stairs
♪ And all my cares just drift
♪ Right into space
♪ On the roof, it's peaceful as can be
♪ And there the world below can't bother me ♪
Can we stop?
You mean, take a break, or...
No, I mean, just stop.
Okay, I just... I'm a little nervous
about missing the concert, the Indians.
Jack, it wasn't the concert.
It's the time.
It's rushing past me.
I don't wanna rush past this.
I don't... I don't wanna rush past anything anymore. I can't.
I just can't, Jack.
Anything, anything you want.
JACK: I'm sorry for dragging you out here.
"Get in,
"fix it, get out."
That's what I tell my residents.
She missed her concert, take her to the concert.
Oh, you know what's special to me, Jack?
I mean, truly special?
This.
(EXHALES DEEPLY) This.
Now.
Do you pray, June? Is that what holds you together?
Oh, I pray.
I meditate,
I eat chocolate...
I go dancing.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
♪ Strange angels singing just for me
♪ Old stories They're haunting me
♪ This is nothing like I thought it would be
♪ Well, I was out in my four door
♪ With the top down
♪ And I looked up and there they were
♪ Millions of tiny teardrops
♪ Just sort of hanging there
♪ And I didn't know whether to laugh or cry
♪ And I said to myself
♪ What next big sky?
♪ Strange angels singing just for me
♪ Their spare change falls on top of me
♪ Rain falling Falling all over me
♪ All over me
♪ Strange angels singing just for me
♪ Old stories They're haunting me
♪ Big changes are coming
♪ Here they come
♪ Here they come ♪
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
(LINE RINGING)
ANNE: (OVER PHONE) Hello?
Anne, did I wake you?
Oh, God.
Jack, where are you?
I don't know, I'm in the desert, in a phone booth.
Somewhere between Reno and home.
(CHUCKLES) Why?
What are you doing, Jack, huh?
I went a little crazy.
I'm okay. I'll explain in the morning.
No, no, no, no. Tell me now.
I can't. (STAMMERS) Just tell me, okay?
I don't think the radiation is working.
Oh, God.
They don't seem to think it's working.
Oh, sweetheart.
Let me come and get you.
I'm with a fellow patient.
Oh...
She's a friend, Anne.
She has a brain tumor.
Oh, I missed the plane.
I'll be home in the morning.
Good night, Jack.
I'm late. Anne, I...
Can we meet?
Can I find you and talk?
You're breaking my heart, Jack.
"Where's my lung?" Where's my lung?
That's exactly what he said, this is two years later.
No, it's true. Apparently he'd seen some shrink
who told him he was suffering from organ bereavement.
He should ask for his lung back.
I told him he should dial 1-900-LUNG. Yeah.
"Hello, remember me? I want my lung back."
I don't believe it.
It's Mr. Dribble. The guy's a fruitcake.
MAN: That's your patient.
PETE: That's Richards? What's he doing?
I saved the guy's life and then he just fucks me over, huh?
(MUTTERING)
MURRAY: He's suing me. Is that crap?
See you later.
Jack, where are you going?
Jack! The guy's taking us to court!
(CAR LOCK CHIRPS)
(SCOFFS) I'm telling you, man. It's unbelievable.
Hey, mister, you need a hand?
(SLURRING) Keys. Locked... Car.
I'm sorry, you lost your keys?
Locked... Keys.
Locked in car.
You locked your keys in the car.
Oh, my. (CHUCKLES)
I'm late.
Speech therapy.
Look, you go on ahead. I work here at the hospital.
I'll have your keys left for you at the front desk.
I come equipped. I'll make a call, it's not a problem.
(DIALING)
Name is...
Richards.
Mr. Richards.
Don't worry, it's not a problem.
This...
It's driving me crazy.
It's gonna be okay.
Thank you.
Ah! LESLIE: Okay.
(COUGHS)
I'd make a gag but I'm busy gagging.
(CHUCKLES)
Oh.
(CLEARING THROAT) How does it look?
I think Dr. Reed had already mentioned
that the, um, the tumor had gotten bigger.
No.
No, no. He said he was worried that it hadn't gotten smaller.
He didn't... Is it bigger?
It's disappointing because we, uh...
We get a very good cure rate with radiation.
Yeah, that's disappointing as hell.
(STAMMERS) Look... Okay, I'm asking, this is torture.
What is the prognosis on my vocal chords? Can you save them?
I won't know until I'm there.
Come on... But that would be the idea, yes.
Maria? Yeah, I'm looking at moving, the, uh...
The tongue or the parotid a day or two
to make way for the laryngeal.
Or the other option
is doing the adenoids late on the 20th.
Yeah, that works. Adenoids late on the 20th
and laryngeal, afternoon of the 18th.
No. No, I don't want you
cutting me in the afternoon.
Excuse me?
You'll be tired in the afternoon,
and ragged and hungry.
You'll have been on your feet for hours.
Come on, we both know how it is.
I am the doctor and you are my patient
and I am telling you when I am available.
Now let's get this thing out before
it does any more damage.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(MONITOR BEEPING)
(CLEARS THROAT)
JACK: (CLEARS THROAT) Knife.
Let's go, boy.
Are you okay, Doctor?
MURRAY: Jack?
(CLEARING THROAT)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Let's go, Jacko.
(CLEARING THROAT)
MURRAY: Okay, here we go.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
It's Jack.
I lost it.
(SIGHS) June, I... I lost it today.
I should go home. It's too late, I'll go.
No, it's okay. It's okay. Come in.
And then, there's Anne.
But, uh...
No, you know.
Um... I'll go.
This is terrible. I woke you up.
"There's Anne, but..."
I don't know. I don't know.
I've kept her there, you know,
over there, for so long.
And now...
I can't get my arm down.
I have to have the operation, June.
I'm sorry.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
Excuse me, you can't go...
Dr. MacKee's headed back there.
You'd better come out.
(DOOR OPENS)
Dr. MacKee? What is it? (DOOR CLOSING)
Do you have a minute?
You can see for yourself I have a waiting room full of patients.
One fewer.
What?
You have one fewer patients, I'm out.
Look, Doctor, I... I know how you must be feeling.
That's the problem.
You don't have the first idea of what I'm feeling.
I think we better continue this conversation some other time.
I think you ought to brush up your act, Dr. Abbott.
Because today I'm sick,
tomorrow or the day after or 30 years from now, you'll be sick.
Every doctor becomes a patient somewhere down the line,
and then...
It'll hit you as hard as it's hit me.
I'm finding you very offensive, so, if you don't mind...
Sure. (SCOFFS)
If I had a patient like me when I was a doctor like you, I'd...
I'll just...
Wait for my file.
I'll get you your file.
(PHONE RINGING)
Air mail. (CHUCKLES)
Thank you.
Eli. Jack.
May I speak with you for a minute? Sure.
(SIGHS)
I need a partial laryngectomy.
I want you to do it.
I don't know a doctor I trust more.
(EXHALES) I'll do it tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
Yeah, I'm not working, so...
We'll get you in.
Thank you.
You know, I've been pretty, um...
You know, very...
Insulting about you in the past.
Which I'm ashamed of.
WOMAN ON PA: Dr. Blumfield ready in two.
Yeah, well, that's okay, Jack. I, um...
I've always wanted to slit your throat...
(LAUGHS) And now I'm gonna get a chance to do that.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
I'll see you tomorrow.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Murray, can I speak to you, please?
What's going on? Let's go in here.
(DOOR CLOSES)
What's going on?
I have to have surgery on my throat.
A partial laryngectomy.
Jesus, Jack.
Why didn't you say?
I knew you were jumpy, and then yesterday...
I was saying to Pete, I thought it was me or something.
I asked Eli Blumfield.
The Rabbi? It's tomorrow.
I trust him, I don't want to lose my voice.
Well, me neither, I need you talking.
Tomorrow.
And even if I can't talk...
I won't be testifying.
Say that again.
I won't testify because I tell the truth.
And the truth is, that poor guy had
a history of thrombophlebitis.
Well, how did you know that?
I called his internist.
What'd you think?
You could just tear up his records?
It's not relevant, Jack.
You could argue as an expert.
No.
What are you doing this for, huh?
Checking up on me.
You wanted a witness, I wanted to know what I was witnessing.
Fourteen years is what you're witnessing.
Me covering your tail, you covering mine.
Why did you pull his file?
You can't do that.
It's not relevant.
It's a judgment thing.
I'm sorry, Murray.
(EXHALES)
(CHUCKLES) No, no, no.
It is not just me, partner.
Your neck is on the fucking line, too.
Yeah.
That's right.
Jack.
You're killing me.
I have a surgery.
I'll find someone else to help me out.
Jack, hell you will.
Hey, Jacko...
Jack!
Carrie told me about your surgery.
I was going to...
Oh, Anne!
(EXHALES)
Yeah, well, that's how I find out most things about us, you know?
Dinner dates, messages,
your problems...
Through your secretary.
It's the 28th.
Is that right?
It's tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
Mmm.
Eli Blumfield's gonna do me.
You heard that from me first.
Last night...
Did you go to your friend?
June?
Yes, I did.
(SIGHS)
You know what I resent?
I don't resent her.
Truly, I'm sure she's...
She must be very special.
It's just that...
You have a friend to go to.
You know, and...
You were always my friend.
And...
Now I can't go to you.
(PAGER BEEPING) Oh!
Anyway, blah, blah, blah! I have to go.
You know, it's funny.
I wake up every morning and I have this...
This feeling, this sensation.
And I didn't know what it was.
What is it? Am I... Am I hungry? Am I...
Tired? (CHUCKLES) Am I sad?
Then I realized,
I'm just lonely.
(PAGER BEEPING)
June?
June, it's Jack.
I don't think she can hear you.
(SIGHS)
It's me. It's Jack.
And I came over last night,
I made you so tired.
(EXHALES)
Hey, I have my operation tomorrow.
And selfish to the end,
I was hoping you'd be there
to help me through it.
Oh, June...
(CHUCKLES) I'm...
I'm really terrified.
That's the truth.
Which I got from you.
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.
(WHISPERS) With your lovely long hair.
My friend June died today.
How you doing, Jack?
(CLICKS TONGUE) I'd rather be in Philadelphia.
Hi, Doctor.
Nancy. Hi.
My, my, my!
JOE: We're rooting for you, Jack.
Thank you, Joe.
Yeah, do.
Root like crazy.
JOE: Did you find it?
Yeah.
ELI: Okay, 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, uh, before I scrub in,
we have a little treat for you.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(LAUGHING)
ALL: ♪ I really do appreciate
♪ The fact you're sittin' here
♪ Your voice sounds so wonderful
♪ But your face don't look too clear
(CLEARS THROAT)
♪ So, barmaid, bring a pitcher
Oh!
♪ Another round of brew
♪ Honey, why don't we get drunk and screw?
♪ Why don't we get drunk and screw?
♪ I just bought a waterbed
♪ It's filled up for me and you
♪ They say you are a snuff queen
♪ Honey, I don't think that's true ♪
(MUSIC FADES)
(SIGHS) We got the tumor.
And there's no crossover, which is good.
(SIGHS) It's great.
I was not able to save all of the vocal cords, so, I...
(SIGHS) I can't make any guarantees about the voice, Anne.
It was very clean. Mmm-hmm.
And, uh...
We're just gonna have to wait and see.
Are you okay here?
Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Thanks.
Okay.
(SIGHS)
Nicky?
(KEYS JANGLING)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(SIGHS)
Meant to give this to you at the hospital.
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
Sorry.
(WATER RUNNING)
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
ANNE: 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! And now I'm color blind, on top of everything else?
MAN: I know what I was doing.
This is what you asked for. ANNE: Terrific.
Why, I warned you that color might look darker... Look, just forget it.
I'll paint it myself, okay?
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
Jack, let go of me.
What are you doing? I don't want to go outside.
Jack!
No.
No, I don't want to 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!
Oh! You're crazy!
(WHISTLE BLOWS) Jack, stop it.
Jack, stop it!
(WHISTLE BLOWS) Stop it, okay? Okay!
But get in the house. If you want me to yell at you,
I'll yell at you in the house, okay?
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.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(SIGHS)
Yeah, me, too.
Me, too. (SIGHS)
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
Stop it. Stop blowing that thing.
Stop it!
(WHISTLE BLOWS) (GROANS)
Stop it.
"Start again"?
(SIGHS) Jesus.
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
Jack, stop it.
Stop it! Stop it! God!
(WHISTLE BLOWS) God damn it! (SOBS)
(SIGHS)
(SNIFFLES)
I just wish I'd never given you this stupid whistle!
(CHUCKLES)
I love you.
(SIGHS)
I love you.
You're talking.
(GRUNTS) Shh.
(GASPING)
(CHUCKLING)
(SCREAMS)
(LAUGHS)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
Hello, Jack. Welcome back.
(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
(SIGHS)
So...
They're harvesting the heart any minute now,
and it will be flown in from New York,
whence all good things come.
(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
(BOTH SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
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 "kind-hearted"...
"Good hearted..."
That these qualities come from the heart.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Tell her I think they do.
(WOMAN SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
(SPEAKING IN SPANISH)
(WHISPERING IN SPANISH)
Oh!
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(PHONE RINGING)
Yes?
The helicopter's landed.
Fifteen minutes, Doctor.
JACK: Thank you, Nancy.
Arturo...
Here we go.
Here you go. Thanks.
Good luck.
JACK: Okay.
We're all hooked up.
Watch your flow and watch your pressure.
Cross clamp is...
Off.
Start beating, sweetheart.
(MONITOR BEEPING)
Go heart!
(LAUGHING)
Your wife will be delighted, Arturo.
It's a beautiful heart.
(MUSIC STOPS)
Any messages for me?
These.
And there's something personal. Oh! Thanks.
It's been an hour already.
Well, I'm out of here, people.
It hasn't been an hour. Yeah, it has.
Hi! Sorry, I kept you waiting.
Good. Good, good.
Okay, well.
Can you strip naked and put on your hospital gowns, quick as you can?
(ALL CHUCKLING)
Dr. MacKee, this is a joke.
I'm not laughing. Ah! Here they are.
Alan.
Roger.
Lonnie.
Let's go! Sarah.
Jay-Jay, Michael.
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
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 can try to explain what that means until I'm blue in the face.
But you know something, it wouldn't mean a thing.
And 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.
ALAN: 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.
(ALL GROANING)
JUNE: Dear Jack,
you 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?
JUNE: 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 field
to welcome the animals,
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.
(CHUCKLES)
(CHUCKLING)
(MUSIC PLAYING)