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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.