Doc Hollywood

Please.

Coming through.

Keep your hands off me!

Please, sir, I'll be with you in a moment.

Don't walk away.

I can't feel my arm!

I can't feel it.

Doctor...

I can't feel my arm.

I can't feel your arm right now, either.

Could somebody feel his arm?

Don't touch my hair!

Kiss the boo-boo! Kiss the boo-boo!

Hey, you're still here.

Yeah, I'm still here. Can you believe it?

Hey, save me some coffee, you savage!

It's down here, and it's over here.

What is this, Alfred Hitchcock presents?

Let's go!

What's the problem?

Gunshot wound. Shoulder and abdomen.

We've been paging you for five minutes.

You on California time already?

I was in radiology, working on my tan.

Pulse 120.

Get this guy typed and crossed, huh.

Ok, I'll take... question...

Beverly Hills,

the most beautiful women, plastic surgery...

What do these three things have in common, huh?

Me, in less than a week.

Don't worry about his shoulder.

He's probably bleeding internally.

Push another bottle of ringers.

Tell Dr. Sotto. Tell him to prep for O.R.

'Cause I'm outta here tonight.

Convince me I'll be nostalgic for this place

when I'm at the Halberstrom clinic.

You're going to Halberstrom?

Cosmetic surgery for the rich and famous.

Yeah. I'm not in it for the money.

Half million dollar salary the first year he makes partner.

Their high profile high profit stuff just makes it possible

for us to do reconstructive surgery for the...

- Needier patients. - You're a Saint.

You got another customer over there.

Alright get out of here. I'll cover it.

My going-away present to you.

Ok. What's the problem?

Too much fun. Substance unknown.

Ok, stay with us. Hey, stay with us.

What'd you take, man, huh? Bluebirds, dillies, love boats?

I heard Halberstrom might not even hire anyone this year.

Well, I'm not anyone.

Listen already, some of the guys are having a bash tonight.

A going-away party. If you're interested...

Not in this lifetime.

Clean up!

Thanks.

What do you say, dinner, huh?

Come on, it's my last night.

A couple of lousy beers...

Guys...

I'll send you a post card.

What?

At the risk of sounding schmaltzy,

ok, I just want to tell you that...

you're a schmuck and I hope I never see you again.

Thanks, Tommy. I know how hard it was

for you to say that.

You're a good doctor, Ben.

I thought you were going to practice real medicine.

You think I'm making a mistake going to Halberstrom?

Nah. Cosmetic surgery, it's clean,

you make tons of money, nobody dies.

What's wrong with that, right?

Right.

Bye, Ben.

Oh, come on.

Whoa! Look out!

Hey, stupid! Go back!

Ha ha!

All right, all right. Ok, ok...

Can I just ask you...

Where am I now?

Whoa!

Aah!

Aah!

Oh, man. Oh, God. Oh, God.

I'm ok. I'm ok.

Whew!

Shoot.

Accident. Woman in the middle of the road with a cow!

All right. I'm ok.

Oh, man. My car.

The whole front end is shot!

Am I glad you're here.

Is that a '56 or a '57 speedster?

'56.

Hey, come on, get out.

Will you get out of the car?

Get away from there!

Took me three weeks to build that fence.

Look, I'm sorry.

Does this have a super 90 engine

or a 1600?

The way I look at it, it wasn't really anybody's fault.

So my insurance company will probably pay for the entire fence.

And that should be fine. Is it ok?

It won't be the same.

This ain't a kit car, is it?

No, it ain't. It isn't.

My name is Ben Stone.

Look. I'm a doctor... a medical doctor.

Awesome. Who thrashed the fence?

I'm Ben Stone. I can give the address of my clinic in Los Angeles.

Did he say he's been stoned?

He says he's from L.A.

Send me a bill there,

or if you want, we can handle it with plastic.

I'm not really from L.A., I'm just on my way to...

You're lucky. I just happened to be passing through.

What's in the trunk, pot?

Oh...

I'm a surgeon. Oh, come on...

will you get away from the car?

- Sorry. - Not you. The dog.

Probably the finest fence I'll ever put up.

I know a Willie Stone in Stanton.

That family of yours?

I understand what you're trying to do me...

Hey, this a new model?

And I won't put up with any small-town bullshit.

Hey! Where's the dang engine?

Whoa! Get away from the car! You're not touching it!

You don't even know where the engine is.

Gotcha.

Look, I'm sorry about what happened,

but it was an accident, o.K.?

It was nobody's fault.

Get me to a telephone.

I'll call a Porsche mechanic in the next big city, I'll get my car fixed...

I'll be on my way,

and you can go back to doing whatever it is you do.

Huh?

I admit it! I flattened the damn fence!

What are you going to do, lock me up?

Court finds the defendant guilty of crimes

under motor vehicle code 453-19, reckless driving,

466-2, reckless endangerment.

This is insane.

No, this is Grady.

Your honor, there were cows in the middle of the road.

My insurance company will pay for a new fence.

I built that fence myself!

Neither you nor your insurance can pay me

for a fence I built myself. Can't be done!

Next best thing would be a fence you built.

These hands are delicate instruments.

I doubt you could build a good fence, anyway.

Therefore, since you're a licensed physician

and we're a town in acute shortage of medical care...

Oh! You wouldn't.

Your sentence will be 16 hours

of community service served as resident doctor

at Grady memorial hospital.

I have to be in Los Angeles by Tuesday.

- So I don't... - 32 hours.

This is extortion!

You want 64 hours?

No.

Court is adjourned.

All rise.

I am so fucked.

Watch your language, doc.