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- So how'd it go last night?
- Yeah.

- Oh, no.
- Yeah.

Nice gloves.
Are they new?

What do you got when you have
a lawyer up to his neck in cement?

Is your boyfriend
out of jail yet, Gail?

- Okay, Jack. One guess.
- Not yet.

Four Seasons, that's easy.

What's the flip side?

Flip side?
Flip side.

What is the flip side?

Oh, shit. Now, my
whole day is ruined.

Is everything laid out?

Everything you like.

Oh, these are my favorites.

♪ Big girls

♪ Don't cry ♪

What's the story
on our friend here?

He jumped.
Five floors.

Oh! Good grief.

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.

Let's go, Jack.

I'm having trouble
keeping his pressure up.

Just splash and slash.

You know, Murray, they
ought to teach a course

in suicide technique.

I mean, five floors is
just not good enough.

People use the wrong knife,
can't tie a decent knot.

It's terrible.

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 ♪

I'm going right in.

I'll tidy up on the way out.

♪ Maybe, I was cruel ♪

♪ I was cruel ♪

Oh, look at that.
You made him bleed.

Retractor.

Oh, boy.
He's a gusher.

Ooh, I hate blood.

Cell saver suction.

Malleable, Nancy.

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.

Okay, I'm hand-ventilating.

Oh, shit.

The aorta is
completely transected.

What do you want to do?

Turn off the music.

Clamp and run.

Give me a 20mm Dacron graft.

On my way.

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.

Okay. Take this.
Wait. Get this. Take that.

Graft.

Come on.

I got it.

4-0 Prolene.
Let's go.

4-0 Prolene, Doctor.

Give him more blood, 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.

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

and the other one's a fish.

Right over left and under.

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!

Let's pack our bags,
guys, and go home.

Closing music, Joe.

Ah, that was great, everybody.

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.

♪ 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? ♪

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.

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.

He's under for another 20.
Mmm-hmm.

Sergio, this is Dr. MacKee.

He's an expert
in heart and lungs.

And I'd like him
to check you out.

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.

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? 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?
- 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.

Ah!

How long have you
had this throat?

All my life.

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, 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?

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?

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.

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.

No, no. No. No.

I can smell tobacco
from 50 paces.

I can smell it through the phone.

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.

My, oh, my!

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.

Well, why didn't you say so?

Hi.

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.

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.

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?
- Pretty good.

Good.

And if it leaks again…

Hi.
Hi.

How'd it go?

Not bad. I only
fainted once.

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.
Yeah.

Well, what do you know?

Oh, you're not gonna answer that.

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.

Hello.

Jack!

Yes, okay.

Yeah, okay.
Put her through.

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.

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?

It's a power mower.
He says it is a power mower.

Well…

Uh, hello?

I'm sure it'll be fine.

The exercise will do him good.

Okay?
Okay.

Okay.

You okay?

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? This has
happened before?

I'm not bleeding to death here.

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.

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.

Fix it. Get out.
Get out.

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.

Should we come back?

I'll be back.

Alan.
Um…

"Transected aorta, partially
controlled by the pleura."

Procedure?

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?

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.

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?

- Rabbi.
- Give me a break.

Had the lowest
mortality stats in hospital.

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.

I think we're talking
different talents.

Absolutely not.

She does great throat.

Please!
I'm serious.

- Is this for you, Jack?
- 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.

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.

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.

Open.

Right.

Open.

This might be a little bitter.

That's an anesthetic.

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…

Ah…

Again.

Again.

Again.
Ah…

One more time.

And that's all I need.

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.

Hi.

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.

Yeah.

I'll call 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.

Your dad's home tonight.

What are you doing?

Hi.

Hi.

So, tell me.

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.

Okay, so…

We'll beat it.

"We"?
Mmm-hmm.

"We" don't have it, Anne.

"We" don't have it,
it's not a…

Team game!

Okay.

Why don't you come to bed?

I have a biopsy tomorrow.

It's a laryngeal tumor.

Oh, God.

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."

Oh, sweetheart.

Oh, baby.

What am I doing sitting here
like one of the herd?

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.

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.

MacKee.

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.

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.

Hey.

Hey!

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?

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.

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…

I want you to go in
instead of me.

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.

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.

Yes, it talks!

Amazing!

I have the radiographic video.

You wanna take a look at it?

Yes.
Who's the internist?

Oh, hey, hey, Barry,
I've been looking for you.

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.

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.

Mr. Brown, relax, man.

Hey! Hey!
Just relax, don't strain.

Keep dreaming.

Mr. Brown, you know your
schedule for barium enema.

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.

I'm sorry.

So, did Path throw the I Ching?

The tumor is malignant.

The tumor is malignant.

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.

Charlie Reed is terrific.

If you could, uh, meet
with him, get an MR,

I could start fitting you
for treatment as of tomorrow.

Well, what time tomorrow?

I have a…

Open heart scheduled
for tomorrow.

Dr. MacKee,
you've got cancer.

Tomorrow's great.
Thanks.

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.

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.

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.

We're laughing.

They cut my throat
and we're laughing.

Can you believe it?

I couldn't bear it.

Better.

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…

Not great.

But it's the kind
of tumor which…

Which responds
well to radiation,

which is great.

Which is…

It's pretty great.

Dad, I gotta go.

Okay.

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?

Only in crammed spaces.

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…

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…

Please don't make me
strain my voice.

Dr. MacKee?

Yeah.

I'm Charles Reed.

Oh.
Come in.

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.

Well…

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.

What are you doing?
Just marking the target.

Okay, this mark will come off.

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.

Great. Finally.

Dr. Taylor… I know, I know. Just…
Just give me five minutes.

Uh, Doctor…

Hello, Mrs. Arcari,
we'll be right with you.

Oh, man.

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.

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.

You got… You gotta wear 'em.

Anybody need a doctor?

Yes.

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.

Okay, Reed's not here yet?

Oh, um…

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.

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."

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…
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…

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.

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.

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!

Dr. Blumfield…

This is the ghost

of 1,000 murdered tonsils.

Put us back…

Dr. Eli!

This is your tongue depressor.

Lick me.

♪ My friend, the witch doctor ♪
♪ he taught me what to say ♪

♪ My friend the witch doctor ♪
♪ he taught me what to do ♪

♪ What do you do ♪

♪ I know you'll be mine ♪
♪ when I say this to you ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

Hi.

Anne!

Anne!

Nick!

Well, hello.

Chicken or sausage?

Uh… 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?

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…

Let's go inside.

Aren't you cold?

Yeah, you are cold.

Will you just tell me how you
want me to be, Jack, okay?

Because I never know these days.

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.

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…

It's appalling.

And what about
your father's patient?

The one who recovered?

There was no patient.

Okay.

Just don't lie to me again.

Okay.

One, two, three, four.
One and one…

You wanna try?
Show him how to do it.

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?

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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…

There was…

There was this bird

perched right over there,

and it just looks at me
real strange, like,

"Lady, what is your problem?"

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…

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.

Hi.

Winnemucca?

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.

I had a strange,
wonderful dream last night.

I flew right over your house

with a full head of hair.

♪ When this old world ♪
♪ starts getting me down ♪

♪ And people ♪
♪ are just too much ♪

♪ For me to face ♪

I love that song.

♪ 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.

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.

This.

Now.

Do you pray, June? Is that
what holds you together?

Oh, I pray.

I meditate,

I eat chocolate…

I go dancing.

♪ 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 ♪

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.

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.
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.

That's your patient.

That's Richards?
What's he doing?

I saved the guy's life and then
he just fucks me over, huh?

He's suing me.
Is that crap?

See you later.

Jack, where are you going?

Jack! The guy's
taking us to court!

I'm telling you, man.
It's unbelievable.

Hey, mister, you need a hand?

Keys. Locked… Car.

I'm sorry, you lost your keys?

Locked… Keys.

Locked in car.

You locked your keys in the car.

Oh, my.

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.

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!
- Okay.

I'd make a gag
but I'm busy gagging.

Oh.

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.

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.

Knife.

Let's go, boy.

Are you okay, Doctor?

Jack?

Let's go, Jacko.

Okay, here we go.

It's Jack.

I lost it.

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 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.

Excuse me, you can't go…

Dr. MacKee's
headed back there.

You'd better come out.

Dr. MacKee? What is it?

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.

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.

Air mail.

Thank you.

Eli.
Jack.

May I speak with you for a minute?
Sure.

I need a partial laryngectomy.

I want you to do it.

I don't know a doctor
I trust more.

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.

Dr. Blumfield ready in two.

Yeah, well, that's
okay, Jack. I, um…

I've always wanted
to slit your throat…

And now I'm gonna
get a chance to do that.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Murray, can I speak
to you, please?

What's going on?
Let's go in here.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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?
Am I sad?

Then I realized,

I'm just lonely.

June?

June, it's Jack.

I don't think she can hear you.

It's me. It's Jack.

And I came over last night,

I made you so tired.

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…

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.

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?

Yeah.

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.

♪ I really do appreciate ♪

♪ The fact ♪
♪ you're sittin' here ♪

♪ Your voice ♪
♪ sounds so wonderful ♪

♪ But your face ♪
♪ don't look too clear ♪

♪ 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 ♪

We got the tumor.

And there's no crossover,
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.
Mmm-hmm.

And, uh…

We're just gonna have
to wait and see.

Are you okay here?

Yeah, yeah,
I'm fine. Thanks.

Okay.

Nicky?

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! And now I'm color
blind, on top of everything else?

I know what I was doing.

- This is what you asked for.
- Terrific.

Why, I warned you that color might
look darker… Look, just forget it.

I'll paint it myself, okay?

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!

Jack, stop it.

Jack, stop it!

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.

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!

God damn it!

I just wish I'd never given
you this stupid whistle!

I love you.

I love you.

You're talking.

Shh.

Hello, Jack.
Welcome back.

So…

They're harvesting
the heart any minute now,

and it will 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 "kind-hearted"…

"Good hearted…"

That these qualities
come from the heart.

Tell her I think they do.

Oh!

Yes?

The helicopter's landed.

Fifteen minutes, Doctor.

Thank you, Nancy.

Arturo…

Here we go.

Here you go.
Thanks.

Good luck.

Okay.

We're all hooked up.

Watch your flow
and watch your pressure.

Cross 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 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?

Dr. MacKee,
this is a joke.

I'm not laughing.
Ah! Here they are.

Alan.

Roger.

Lonnie.

Let's go! Sarah.

Jay-Jay, Michael.

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.

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 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 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.