Knife Fight Page #3

seeing what's working

in our society

and, more importantly,

what isn't.

And I'm not

just a physician, I...

[knock at door]

- I'm really sorry.

- Yeah?

What do you want me

to tell Maria's mom?

Nothing from Children's?

Okay, we're gonna

have to road-trip it.

Get in their faces.

Guilt them into the transplant.

And ask the OR nurses

when Chris Anderson

gets out of his last surgery.

- Sure.

- Okay.

- Dim sum on the way back?

- Perfect, thanks.

[Sighs] Sorry.

My life.

Anyway, I'm not just

a physician.

I also do community organizing,

a job qualification

that didn't hurt our president.

And, uh, not

to sound too immodest,

but I think I can make

people's lives better.

Look.

Forgive me.

You're Dan's sister,

and I love him,

and you seem like

a very nice person yourself,

but I got to tell you,

and I think, as a doctor,

you'll understand

when I say this:

You need to have

your head examined.

I mean, seriously,

because this is insane.

Running a free clinic

with what the state gives me,

that's insane too.

Okay, um, all right.

We had something that came up,

so I don't have

a ton of time,

but let me just

walk you through this.

If you are ballsy enough

or crazy enough to do this,

I can promise you

an unending barrage

of innuendo, vitriol, and lies.

Everything will be

on the public record,

from the dope that you smoked

in the 11th grade

to the blow you did

with your girlfriends

during your college lesbian

experimentation period.

There's not one moment

of your past

that will not be scrutinized

in excruciating detail.

- Done?

- Not yet.

After that all comes out

and more,

the facts will be twisted,

stomped, and exaggerated

to the point that you will

no longer recognize them.

And if that doesn't do it,

new facts will be made up

so they can destroy you.

- Done?

- Not yet.

And then they'll say...

and I'll say it right now...

what the hell qualifications

do you have to be governor?

In my job, I work

with every sort of person,

a giant array of problems.

I run a team that daily

produces real, tangible results.

I see our problems up close,

and I think that I

can bring people together

to accomplish things...

good things.

- Good things?

- Yes.

Excuse me.

This isn't

a high school service club.

Okay, getting elected isn't

the Harvard-Yale debate society

where the best argument

carries the day.

These are steel-cage

death matches.

Even if you win,

which, with all due respect,

would be laughable,

they will hobble you.

They will shatter you.

The process itself

will change you in ways

that you cannot

even possibly imagine.

Is that what you want,

and is that what you want

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