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Is that Mike Pierce's car out front?

Yes.

Is he here? I have to talk to him. What's wrong?

I'd just like to talk to him.

Well, he and Lucy ran to the store for me.

They should be back any minute.

Is there something wrong?

Well, I have to spend an hour with a shrink.

It's part of an evaluation that goes along

with a medical school application.

I knew nothing about this until today.

So?

"So?"

So what if I'm certifiably nuts?

If you're certifiably nuts, you shouldn't be a doctor.

Jinx!

What?

You jinxed me... Once that statement

is out in the ether, it's out there.

A statement like what?

Like I shouldn't be a doctor.

Okay, deep breath, deep breath, that's right.

Everything's gonna be just fine.

We have to talk.

Uh, what's up?

Matt has to see a therapist

as part of an evaluation.

Ah.

Yeah, it's a requirement for medical school application.

Oh.

I don't understand what you want me to do.

You know, t-tell me how to pass.

Well, it's not a matter of passing or failing.

It's just a matter of taking a look at yourself.

Huh?

Think of the therapist

as a guy who's holding up a mirror.

He or she knows just how close to put it up to you

so you can get the best view of who you are.

Wait, wait, we both know it's not a mirror, it's a microscope.

Okay, that's a good analogy, too. No, it's not.

I don't want anyone looking at me that close.

I don't know what you're so afraid of.

You've given a lot of thought to who you are and what you want to be

and what's required from you to be what you want to be.

Haven't you?

Well, you...

Okay, even if you haven't, this is an opportunity

to do that with someone who knows

how to guide you through the thought process.

No, I-I can't do this.

Sure you can. Help me.

I can't help you; no one can help you.

You don't want to help me.

Deep breath. Deep breath. Right.

Hey. Hey.

Where's Mike? I saw his car outside.

Matt dragged him into the living room.

Matt has to have an evaluation by a therapist.

Ah. It's for his medical school application.

Oh. He's terrified.

Well, maybe I can help.

Maybe you can... He needs a professional.

I'd better be going.

Thanks for letting me copy your notes.

I'd rather have hot needles poked in my eyes.

L-Let's just try looking at this another way.

It's just an hour tomorrow

that you're gonna be chatting with someone about yourself,

and at the end of that hour,

which is gonna go by... like that,

you'll know a little more about Matt Camden.

You're missing the point... A stranger's gonna know

all the sordid details of my life.

Sordid?

You don't me. No one really knows me.

Okay, okay.

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Let's get a cup of coffee. Okay, great.

Sorry, I'm a... little early.

I'm here for the evaluation.

Should I, uh, should I sit down?

Lay down?

Stand up?

Right. I heard you guys don't say anything.

I'll just... I'll just sit down.

You know, I've-I've never done this before.

I'm new at this.

Oh, I'm, uh, Matt Camden.

What-what-what do I call you?

How's "Doc"?

I always liked "Doc."

It's respectful but casual.

Okay... Doc.

So, you know, do I just, uh, start talking

or do you ask me questions?

What's good for you, Matt?

Well, you know, maybe, uh,

maybe you could ask me a-a few questions to get started.

Okay, okay.

What's with the hair?

M-My hair?

Well, I'm just, uh, just experimenting

with some different looks.

And you like that one?

Yeah, I like it.

Do you like it?

I thought I was asking the questions here.

Doesn't the hospital have a policy about hair?

Isn't it supposed to be clean?

Oh, i-it's clean.

You know, I just-just use product in it.

To make it look dirty.

Mm-hmm.

Interesting.

That can't be your best look.

Look, no offense but, uh,

aren't shrinks supposed to be nonjudgmental?

Who told you shrinks were supposed to be nonjudgmental?

My sister Lucy's boyfriend, Mike Pierce.

He tried to kill himself... He's been to a lot of shrinks.

Before or after he tried to kill himself?

Uh... after.

I think.

Well, tell me about Lucy.

Something besides the fact that she's not afraid

to go out with a guy who tried to kill himself.

Well, she, uh...

she...

Well, you know... Lucy is interesting.

She used to-to cry about everything, and, uh,

she always felt left out... But she's grown up.

She's a senior in high school and she's amazingly mature.

I don't know what she thinks about me, but...

What do you think she thinks about you?

I don't know.

Well...

pretend she's here right now.

Ask her what she thinks about you going to medical school.

You know, I-I-I feel a little...

a little foolish, you know, talking to an empty chair.

That's all right. Be a little foolish.

Everyone feels foolish from time to time.

Being willing to feel foolish is a good way to learn something.

Well, I-I don't want to learn something,

I just want to get into medical school.

W-Would it be... possible for me

to get someone else to... to do this evaluation?

Entirely possible.

But not advisable?

Even advisable.

All right, look, you know, I-I apologize.

I got off to a bad start.

Could we just... you know, start over?

How would we do that?

I have no idea.

I know nothing about this.

I know...

nothing about anything.

Good!

Now we're getting somewhere.

Do you know where Mrs. Camden is?

Um, she's putting the boys down for a nap. Why?

Ruthie wants me to drive her back over to her school.

Did she forget something?

She didn't say.

She said she needed to go back.

I'm sure it's not a problem if you drive her.

I'd be more comfortable if I heard that from Mrs. Camden.

Shh! Please go.

Um, I need Matt... do you know what time he's coming home?

Um, he's doing his evaluation this afternoon, so I'm not sure.

Can I help you with something?

No, thanks. It's about a woman.

Heard of knocking?

Shh!

I'm a woman.

I don't need to talk to a woman,

I need to talk to an authority on women.

Then who better to talk to than a woman?

I have to dump Sasha.

Be nice.

Really? I thought I'd be a jerk.

I mean, outside of sex and fashion, she's illiterate.

I'm telling you, I don't know what I ever liked about her.

She's driving me nuts.

Okay, then tell her you've really enjoyed

going out with her, but it doesn't seem like

you have enough in common to lay a foundation

for a real relationship.

She's not up to it.

She wouldn't understand "foundation," believe me.

Tell her Mom and Dad won't let you go out with her. Lie?

Well, they don't want you to go out with her.

But they didn't say I couldn't... That would make it easy.

So ask Mom to tell you that you can't go out with her.

Shh!

Oh, and by the way, Simon,

I don't want you going out with Sasha anymore... I forbid it.

Thank you very much.

Glad I could help.

Have you seen Matt? Oh, hi, Reverend.

I believe Matt has the day off.

He was going for his evaluation.

Oh, I was hoping to catch him before

and just have a cup of coffee.

Oh, well. Thanks.

Reverend?

Reverend?

Hi. I'm-I'm Eric Camden.

Have we met? No, we haven't. I'm Harold.

I-I heard the nurse call you "Reverend,"

and I'm looking for someone to talk to,

someone who, uh...

is more interested in God than in medicine.

I've just been told

that medicine can do nothing for me.

I've got... six weeks to live.

According to the doctors?

Mm.

Have they told God?

I'm sure it's nothing to worry about.

You better tell me what kind of trouble you're in

and why I'm here instead of your Mom and Dad.

Well, I'm not really sure what she knows.

Hi, Ruthie.

You're not Ruthie's father.

I've met Ruthie's father more than once.

No. I'm not Reverend Camden.

I live at the Camdens' house. I'm Robbie.

He's like a father.

Um, more like a big brother.

I use to date Ruthie's sister, Mary,

but I ran into a little financial trouble,

found myself homeless, and the Reverend took me in.

Ruthie just asked me to drive her here.

I didn't know there was a meeting involved, until now.

Would you like me to meet with you and Robbie

instead of you know, one of your parents?

Could you?

We'll see how it goes.

Sit down.

Why don't you sit down, too.

Ruthie, I know you're here at 8:00 every morning,

but you keep missing homeroom.

You want to tell me where you are between 8:00 and 8:30?

I can't.

I like to know where every student is.

If I could tell you, I would.

Obviously, she's covering up for someone,

because I know if this was just about her, she'd tell you.

That could be true.

Is it true?

Are you covering for someone else?

I'll leave you alone for a few minutes

and let you discuss this.

What do you think you're doing?

I'm trying to keep you out of trouble.

By getting someone else in trouble?

So there is someone else.

Rat fink.

I don't know why I chose medicine.

I can't be a doctor.

Well, what would you do if you decided not to be a doctor?

Should I be thinking about that?

Are you thinking about that?

Sometimes.

Sometimes I think I should do something

that doesn't require school like...

You know, what doesn't require any educational training?

What do you do now?

I'm an orderly.

So?

So... I can't just be an orderly.

Why not?

It's honest work.

Good job.

Serves a purpose.

Yeah, but I don't want to keep doing this all my life.

Well, do something else when you get tired of being an orderly.

You don't have to be an orderly all your life.

I want to be a doctor.

I thought you said you can't be a doctor.

Okay, maybe I can be a doctor, but I don't know if I can.

Sounds accurate.

I don't know if I can get through

nine years of school.

That's a lot of work.

I'm a young man.

You know, I have things to do.

I have a life to live.

How... am I going to live my life

and become a doctor at the same time?

Okay, okay.

Well, what if, while living your life, you become a doctor.

Or while becoming a doctor, you live your life.

Don't confuse me... I'm confused enough.

I'm mean... you're kidding, huh?

I mean, you must think I'm an idiot.

Well, I am an idiot.

Really, I am.

I don't know.

It says here, you rank third in your class.

Where did you get this?

It's your file.

You didn't know?

All right, so, go on.

I could actually get into medical school.

Depends how your evaluation goes.

It's not going... not well, is it?

Dr. Kramer. Hmm?

Hi, I'm Eric Camden.

I'm the minister at Glenoak Community Church.

I was looking for you.

I wondered if you might have a minute or two

to talk about Harold Mann.

I'm afraid there's nothing to talk about.

Give this to Mrs. Cameron when she checks out tomorrow.

Would you have two minutes to talk about you?

You have a problem with me?

I have a problem with your telling your patient...

when to die.

When they are most likely to die.

Well, Harold said he was told six weeks,

give or take a day or two.

That's pretty specific, don't you think?

Medicine is a science.

My prognosis was based on evidence.

And by the way, I don't believe you're Harold's family,

so I don't have to discuss anything with you.

Surely your aware Harold doesn't have family.

I have patients to see.

Do something.

I beg your pardon?

Don't ask me to repeat it.

He's a doctor. I'm a nurse.

I didn't say a thing.

I'm under evaluation.

What doctor's that?

I have no idea.

Never seen him before.

Hey, feel like getting out of this place?

Going down to the promenade maybe?

Sure.

I really think you'll do better out of a hospital setting.

Couldn't do worse.

Are Ruthie and Robbie back yet?

No, but you know how Ruthie

has Robbie wrapped around her little finger,

so she probably talked him into

taking her out for ice cream or something.

She's a funny kid, isn't she?

She's always up to something,

but she's never up to anything that's really bad.

Well, there's always a first time.

How are the twins?

What did you mean by that?

Well, you said you couldn't get them to sleep all day.

No, no, the other thing.

The "there's always a first time."

Oh, well, I was just reading this article

in one of your Parent magazines,

and it said that sometimes

kids who are comedians turn into criminals.

You want me to call your mom and have her come down here?

I'm not doing that well in there.

I gathered that.

It's not easy being a parent.

No, it's not.

But the Camden's are pretty good at it,

so I'd better call them before this gets out of hand.

I already called and spoke with Mrs. Camden.

And she said to let you handle it.

She said to let me handle it.

Mm-hmm.

And if I can't handle it?

Then I'll handle it.

Okay, we're going to have to work something out here.

Where's Mrs. McClure?

She's waiting for us to work this out.

So it's me against just you?

No, it's not you against me; I'm on your side.

So, you don't want me to tell her either?

No, I do want you to tell her without hurting

whoever it is you're trying to protect.

Not possible.

Well, why don't you tell me,

and we can put our heads together

and we can decide together if it's possible.

Because I know it isn't,

so... why don't we put our heads together

and we can decide together what story we should tell her.

I'm not going to lie to your principal.

Well, I'm not going to rat out a friend.

Hey, I've got other things to do this afternoon.

I'm supposed to be studying for a test.

And you tricked me into bringing you down here,

so you tell me where you between 8:00 and 8:30 every morning!

Or what?

Or nothing. Just tell me.

I don't like the tone in your voice.

I don't care.

Hey, you're not talking to one

of your innocent Camden siblings.

I used to get in trouble all the time when I was a kid.

I know every trick in the book.

So you're going to tell me.

I have some bad news.

My mom says we can't date anymore.

You're just too old for me.

She wants me to go out with someone my own age.

But emotionally, Simon, we're the same age.

We're eternal.

Well, my mom doesn't understand

the use of the word "eternal" in that context.

Do you want me to explain it to her?

No.

Her mind is made up. Sorry.

How'd it go?

I can't really tell.

We have to tell the patient the truth.

I'm glad to hear you say that because the truth is...

you don't know when someone is going to die.

You don't know.

And you know you don't know.

But you never say you don't know, you guess.

Because you're an authority, that guess is taken as fact.

But it's a prognosis.

A prognosis is a prediction.

Well, shouldn't we leave the predictions

to the fortune-tellers.

Oh, but these predictions are based on fact.

Look, when the prognosis is grim,

it's only fair to share it with the patient

because then the patient can prepare himself

and put his affairs in order.

Surely, you don't believe

that just because this doctor told Harold

he only had six weeks to live

that Harold will just comply and die within the six weeks

when otherwise he might live significantly longer.

That's exactly what I'm telling you.

I'm sorry.

I just don't believe that.

I'm sorry, too.

It makes my work a lot harder.

But thanks for listening.

You two ready to talk?

Ruthie told me where she is every morning.

And I can assure you she's not doing anything wrong.

Tell me more.

If I tell you more,

then another student will be embarrassed.

And that would be because of Ruthie and me.

So I can't tell you.

Well, I don't want to embarrass anyone.

Ruthie, why don't you go home with Robbie.

And if at some point you can tell me, then please do.

Or please encourage the other student to tell me

so that I can help them.

Thank you, Robbie.

See you tomorrow, Ruthie.

I'll let your homeroom teacher know

that you won't be in until further notice.

I'm sure it won't be a problem.

Thanks.

Thanks.

He's 15.

Yeah. Funny.

I remember the day he was born.

He's very mature, and I'm very immature.

Well, I don't think that's a good combination...

A mature 15-year-old and an immature 18-year-old.

I'm just not comfortable with the age difference.

I know it doesn't bother you and Simon, but it bothers me.

It does. A lot.

But we're not doing anything wrong.

But I get the impression you want to do something wrong.

I'm not sure what you mean.

Did you make it clear to Simon

that you were available to... be intimate?

Yes. If that means I told him we could have sex.

Should I have surprised him?

I honestly

really like him.

And I want him to like me.

But I don't think having sex with him

is going to make him like you.

I know you haven't dated in a long time.

Well, yes, it's been a long, long time.

But guys really like a girl to be intimate, as you said.

No, they don't.

Oh, yeah, they do.

Maybe they didn't like that kind of thing

when you were in high school, but they do now.

They expect it.

Oh, honey, you need to talk to your mother about this.

About sex, about your approach to relationships.

She's the one who told me.

What?

Yeah.

Do you think she would mind

if I offered you a different point of view?

Mind? Heck, no.

I don't think she'd care at all.

Okay, go call and ask her.

Okay, the phone's over there.

I'll be right back.

So, how did it go?

Mrs. McClure told me it was okay.

We don't have to tell her anything. She understands.

Yeah. She's going to have a word

with Ruthie's homeroom teacher, and let her know

that she won't be in homeroom for the time being.

Thanks for your help.

You want to know the difference between me and the principal?

I'm her mother. I want to know where she is.

I can't tell you.

I just want to know if it involves anything criminal.

It's okay.

I'm talking to your mother.

I think I may even be able

to swing our going out together again.

Excuse me for a second.

Really, I can't.

I-I promised I wouldn't.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to find out where

my ten-year old daughter is every morning

before she ends up in jail.

With Sasha.

She's with Sasha?

No. What are you doing with Sasha?

Why is she in our kitchen?

Oh, she showed up at the back door

wanting to talk to me.

You're not going to let me go out with her again, are you?

Definitely not.

On the one hand, you want to be different.

On the other hand, you'd prefer everyone else

to be different.

You want what you want,

yet you strive to please other people.

You're split

straight down the middle,

one side battling against the other.

Total conflict.

Matt, you're a complete mess.

Just like every other human being on Earth.

But I can change.

Or they can change.

Every other person on Earth?

Why not?

Hey, Harold.

I spoke with a couple of your doctors,

and I'm not really satisfied with what they told me.

Yeah. I know the feeling.

I'd like them to tell me it was all a big mistake.

I've got a son... Matt... Who wants to be a doctor.

And he was supposed to go to an evaluation

with one of the hospital psychiatrists this afternoon

so he could get into medical school,

and he didn't show up.

Anyway, I just wanted to let you know I need to find him,

and then I'll check back with you tonight

and we can talk some more?

Yeah. I hope nothing happened to Matt.

Well, somebody told me they saw him leave the hospital

with one of the patients.

I don't feel like I'm talking to a shrink.

I feel like I'm talking to a holy man.

He's a great kisser, and he's fun, too.

Once we did this thing where we tried

to breathe through the other person's nose,

and we had our lips all locked up together.

You probably shouldn't share all the details, you know.

Oh, no. Really, it was fun.

If you press your lips together, and open your mouth really wide,

and block your throat with your tongue,

and breathe in really deep,

you can breathe through the other person's nose.

Oh.

There's something we should try later.

But, first, you need to talk to Ruthie.

She conned her way out of telling her principal

where she is every morning.

Then she conned Robbie into protecting her.

And now she's trying to con us

into staying out of the whole thing.

That's a lot of conning. Hi, Sasha.

That's how it happens.

First, the clowning, then the conning.

What?

There's a magazine article

I left on the bed.

Read first or talk first?

No. You'd better get moving before it's too late.

Okay. Before I do anything else,

do you happen to know where Matt is?

He missed his appointment.

How could he miss his appointment?

I don't know, but when I see him,

I hope to find out, and when I do, I'll let you know.

Is anything else wrong?

No. Just kind of a depressing afternoon, that's all.

My dad's a professional con artist.

Maybe he could help out with Ruthie.

A professional con artist?

That's what my mom says.

He's an international business consultant.

How is that a con artist?

Well, he goes in

when a foreign company buys out an American company

and convinces the Americans that they won't get fired.

It's a very interesting line of work your dad is in.

Was he funny as a child?

He's funny now.

Once, he got caught in the house with this other woman,

and he tried to tell my mom

that she was a doctor making a house call.

That's my dad.

This is great, Matt,

but I got to be getting on with my work now.

You know, you seem to really care about people.

Well, I do.

And I hope things work out for you.

Just observe that conflict

and know that the one doing the observing

is the real you.

Stay awake, stay observant, stay removed,

as if you were watching over a patient

that needs looking after.

Do you think we could get together again and talk?

Sure. Next time I'm in the building, I'll look you up.

Take it easy, Matt.

Frankly, Ruthie, your mother is afraid

that your behavior is becoming criminal.

Where did she get that?

Well, she got it from an article in a Parents magazine.

Yeah, yeah. I read that article.

The one about how funny kids grow up

and find themselves behind bars.

That's the one.

You do realize that was written by a stand-up comic.

He was just kidding.

It was part of his community service.

The article?

He insulted a judge in the audience.

Then, when he was pulling out of the parking lot,

he ran into him, and he had had a few drinks.

Where was that explained?

At the end of the article.

I didn't get that far.

And, obviously, neither did Annie.

Okay. Crisis over.

But, you know, your...

your mother and I would still like to know

what goes on between 8:00 and 8:30 in your day.

I know. And I'd like to tell you,

but my heart and my head say don't do it.

Someone will get hurt, and it's not me.

I love you, Ruthie.

Thanks.

Did he seem a little off his game?

He seemed sad.

Hey, Luce. Mike.

I was in the neighborhood.

I thought I'd stop by and see how Matt did.

No one can find him.

Do you know she's staying for dinner now?

Who's staying for dinner?

Sasha.

I thought you were breaking up with her.

I thought we broke up.

But little did I know that, when I went to Lucy for advice,

she's not an authority on women.

She's just a woman.

How did you break up with her?

I told her my parents wouldn't let me go out with her.

And then she goes out the front door, in the back door,

and starts talking to my mom.

They're still in there talking. You're kidding.

We're trying to have a conversation about women here.

Mom can't make you go out with her.

Let me review the facts.

I have no reason not to go out with her

other than I don't want to.

And you told me to tell her mom wouldn't let me.

You told me to lie.

Lie?

I didn't want you to hurt her feelings.

So I'm supposed to just keep dating her?

Here's something I learned

from being around mental patients.

A tip for staying sane and healthy.

Just tell the truth.

I thought of that.

You should have gone with that.

But I took her advice.

Okay, both of you. Either of you, even.

Tell me what you would have said to Sasha.

Come on, because I want to hear it.

"I don't want to go out with you anymore. Sorry."

"I just want to say thanks for going out with me

for the past couple of months, but..."

No. Wait.

"I really appreciate the time

you've spent with me, but..."

No. Wait. "I..."

No. Let's see.

So, you were saying, Mr. Authority on Women?

I don't know the situation.

I don't know Sasha.

I didn't have any trouble

breaking things off with you, did I?

You're still hanging around, aren't you?

What does that mean? We're friends.

What's wrong with my hanging around?

I noticed you're hanging around more

since Jeremy left town.

No, I'm not just hanging around more

because Jeremy left town.

What is it, then?

Wasn't this conversation about me?

Hi, Simon.

Can we talk?

I've been a fool.

I've been going out with you

because you're nonthreatening.

Nonthreatening?

I learned it from your mother.

She helped me realize it was easy to go out with you

because you weren't going to pressure me for sex.

But I still thought that you would want to have sex,

so I was kind of offering you the very thing that I didn't want

so that I wouldn't have to go out with guys my own age

who would want the same thing that I was offering you.

I don't want to go out with you

now that I know what my problem is.

And I'm not just not going to have sex with you.

I'm not going to have sex with guys my own age

who would be better for me to go out with.

Why would it be better for you to go out with them?

No offense, but I have a lot more in common

with guys my own age.

Therefore, we can talk about more than malls

and shopping and stuff.

You're very nice,

but now that I'm clear about what I want,

I don't want to go out with you.

Good night.

So you're not going to stay for dinner?

No... I have a date.

Did you hear that?

She told him the truth.

Tell me the truth.

What happened with you and Elena?

Why aren't you over at her house?

Oh, yeah, Elena.

She and I went out a few times,

but then other guys started asking her out,

and I really wasn't comfortable with that.

I was looking for a relationship.

Are you still looking for a relationship?

Because I fell really hard for your friend Jeremy.

And I'm not looking for a relationship.

I'm on the rebound.

Great. So we're both on the rebound.

Just so we understand that.

I understand.

It's just that I'm also here

because I still have feelings for you.

And yet, I know that you still don't have

those kind of feelings for me,

so I really shouldn't be here.

Wait.

That works for me.

How does that work for you?

Well, I have mixed feelings, too.

I don't think you should be here

because I don't like you the way you like me.

But I like having you around,

and I wish I could like you the same way you like me.

Okay, just so we're clear.

I have to go now. Good night.

Oh!

What was that for?

That was for encouraging me to go to the session.

I've-I've never felt so free and yet so focused.

It was amazing.

Wait! Maybe I should talk to whoever you talked to.

I'm confused about a few things myself.

Most people are.

You look pretty happy for someone who just ditched

an evaluation important to your future as a doctor.

What?

You didn't show up for your evaluation.

Oh, Dad, you worry too much.

Not only did I show up,

I spent the entire afternoon with this guy.

The guy I saw you walking down the hall with?

Son, I hate to be the one to tell you,

but that was a patient,

not a doctor.

No, no, no, no. That was not just a doctor, that was Doc,

the doctor of life.

Well, he was just in the office

when I showed up, and I thought

he was a psychiatrist.

And after a couple of hours, he told me who he is.

Well?

Well, he's this guy who got a terminal diagnosis

about 12 years ago

and there was nothing the doctors could do for him.

It turned out to be the luckiest thing

that ever happened to him.

He started thinking at that point about who he was

and what he was doing here.

You wouldn't understand if you didn't hear it from him.

All I really know is the pressure's off.

I thought I had to know everything.

I thought I was responsible for life and death.

I mean, how ridiculous.

I'm only responsible for knowing everything they teach me

and then realizing that may not be enough.

I can be a doctor now.

I want to be a doctor now.

All I have to do is beg my way back into Dr. Brown's office,

but I have a feeling he'll understand,

because this Doc guy is his friend.

Did-did you get a phone number?

Whose phone number?

Doc. I-I think I need him.

No, I didn't get a phone number, but don't worry.

He always shows up when he's needed.

You know who needs him, right?

Can I steal some eggs from you?

Very funny. So I made a mistake.

I was just concerned about you.

I'm still concerned about where you go every morning.

I know. But it's like this.

I don't need to ask anyone what to do in this situation

because I know what to do.

And I know what to do because I really do listen to you and Dad,

so sometimes I can be my own authority without having

to get anyone else involved.

I'm sure everything will be just fine. Trust me.

I know your principal Mrs. McClure trusts you.

Isn't that great?

Can I help you clean up here?

Oh, that'd be nice.

I can also make the lunches if you want.

You've never made lunches before.

But I can.

Great. I'll be upstairs.

Cool move, dude.

Oh, hi, I'll take over.

Oh, thanks. I, I want to get to the hospital.

Oh, I know, I know.

I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you to talk to

to keep me sane.

I feel the same way.

I'm glad our children talk to us and listen to us.

Are you still upset

about the bad advice Sasha's mom was giving her?

What was she thinking?

She's an authority figure for her daughter,

whether she wants to be or not.

What she says matters. What she does matters.

Well, maybe she just doesn't have someone to talk to.

Doesn't sound as if the dad is a tower of ethics.

I'll see you later.

Okay. Bye.

See you.

Bye.

Come on. Come on.

I want to be a doctor,

but in order to do that, I have to be clear about who I am

and what my role is in the healing process.

Your friend was so helpful

that I just took the risk of not showing up.

It was a good risk to take.

Some human beings live their lives so well

that they are an authority on life itself.

The man you call Doc is one of those people.

He's not really my patient... he's my teacher.

You know what he told me?

"All patients are teachers."

And there's an opportunity to learn something every time

I'm with a patient.

I'm a long way from that, but, um, but I'm excited about it.

Enthusiasm is vital to a good life.

Yeah, that's just what Doc said.

I heard you got called to Mrs. McClure's office yesterday.

It's okay. I didn't tell her anything.

Here.

Thanks.

If it hadn't been for you,

I would have gone hungry this past week.

My mom's getting paid today.

She's going straight to the grocery store.

That's great news. How's her new job going?

It's not a big job like her old job,

but it's a job with a paycheck.

Robbie made it. Is it okay?

It's great. Thanks.

I'm going to miss meeting you like this.

I think we can find somewhere else to meet.

You want to come over to my house sometime?

I'd love to.

This is a really good sandwich.

Wait till you see the guy who made it.

Hi, you must be Sasha's mother.

Call me Rita.

And aren't you just a doll for asking me over?

Oh, well, please come in.

I thought we should get together

since we have a mutual friend,

your daughter Sasha.

Oh, do you have daughters?

Three of them.

Three would kill me.

I mean, I've read all the books.

I subscribe to the parent magazines,

but I-I just can't get the hang of it.

Hmm. Who writes those things anyway?

Isn't that the truth?

So, who do you get your advice from?

My husband, uh, friends, other mothers.

Oh, you know, you may be the only "other mother" I know.

Coffee?

Thank you.

Luckiest day of my life when the doctors told me

there was nothing they could do.

I wanted some kind of treatment,

any kind of treatment.

I would have let them do anything to me.

On the other hand,

I was, I was worn out.

And I was afraid that I couldn't take any more.

I was afraid any more treatment would do me in.

So once they took away the option,

you had only one way to go.

Exactly.

I'm afraid the only way I have to go is...

Well, I'm afraid I won't even make the six weeks they gave me.

You want to answer that one, Reverend?

Go ahead.

All right, Harold, you know,

it turns out that they can't give you six weeks

and they can't take them away.

You're not going anywhere until God is ready to embrace you.

And that just doesn't have a darn thing

to do with medical authorities.

I'm living proof of that.

So, what am I supposed to do?

Anything you want.

Do you have a place to go?

Well, yeah, I have an apartment.

Not a great place, but it's better than a hospital room.

Then what are you waiting for?

You know, it's not like you can't come back

if you need to be here.

Pack your bags, pal.

You can call me anytime you need me.

Hey, Harold? You can call Him anytime you need Him, too.

Let's go.

I feel like pizza. You feel like a pizza?

Yeah, I'll go... grab my stuff.

I'll grab a cab.