The Doctor Page #5

Yeah.

- Yeah. I'll call Nicky. Nicky!

- Coming!

- Say hi to your Dad!

- Oh, OK.

Hi, Dad. Dad?

Mom, we got disconnected.

- Oh! Hi, Dad!

- Special live appearance.

- How're you doing?

- Pretty good.

Your dad's home tonight.

- What are you doing?

- Hi!

Hi.

So, tell me.

There's 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!

OK, so... we'll beat it.

- "We"?

- Mm-hmm.

'We" don't have it, Anne!

"We" don't have it!

It's not a team game.

OK.

Why don't you come to bed?

I have a biopsy tomorrow.

It's a laryngeal tumor.

Oh, God.

A doctor tells this man,

"You have a growth."

Man says, "I demand a second opinion."

Doctor says, "OK... and... you're ugly."

Oh, sweetheart.

Oh, baby...

What am I doing sitting here

like one of the herd?

- Name?

- Dr. MacKee.

- First name?

- 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.

OK.

MacKee.

- I don't need a 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, the hospital is liable.

I don't fall over in hospitals.

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.

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, the son of a b*tch,

half the time he's lying 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?

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