- ♪ When the sun comes up ♪
♪ And I'm ruined with regret ♪
♪ The day forgives ♪
♪ And out of all those nights ♪
♪ I wish I could forget ♪
♪ The day forgives ♪
♪ Everything I did ♪
♪ The day makes coffee ♪
♪ Sends me flowers and says my name ♪
♪ The day don't mind ♪
♪ What I did now ♪
♪ The day's a friend ♪
♪ To pick me up in the pouring rain ♪
♪ When the sun comes up ♪
♪ And I'm ruined with regret ♪
♪ The day forgives ♪
She's okay.
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Uh-huh ♪
- ♪ The day forgives ♪
On my count, three, two, one.
What's the story?
Hank DeLuca, 49, volunteer firefighter in a house fire.
Hit with debris on the way out.
Significant smoke exposure.
On arrival, he was hypoxic in the seventies.
Diffuse wheezing.
Got it.
- How did you get this, Mr. DeLuca? - Gas line exploded as I was running out.
It was very heroic. And you can call me Hank.
Okay, Hank.
I'm not concussed if that's what you're worried about.
Mm. You're a hero and a doctor.
I'm just trying to do what I can to help out.
- It's a mess out there. - Oh, trust me, it's worse in here.
Let's keep him on high-flow O2, draw a rainbow, and get him a CT brain.
Aren't you taking me to a room?
We are more than full. Can you open your mouth for me?
Once the shelter-in-place orders lifted, everybody who couldn't get to us came in.
I don't love hospitals.
It's okay.
Don't worry. I got you.
We're gonna get you taken care of
and out of here as soon as possible.
Thanks, Doc.
You're doing good.
The DKA in six, I can't read what you wrote.
D-5 half-normal saline at 250cc per hour.
Oh finally, there you are. From the waiting room,
a 63-year-old with chest pain.
T-wave inversions. He needs a monitored bed.
Good luck with that.
- Turns out they were living together. - Such a bitch.
- Dr. Simms? - Mm-hmm?
This is Nestor Reyes. Possible broken hip.
Mr. Reyes, this is Dr. Simms.
How did this happen, Mr. Reyes?
I slipped and fell on a dock.
Muelle?
Dock. Marina.
He needs X-rays. Uh…
One moment, sir.
- Hey, Luis. - Yeah.
How can I get a monitored bed for a scary EKG in the waiting room?
Uh, wait a week.
- Okay, can you work with me? - Um…
Maybe if Elijah can get medicine to admit that pneumonia in 11.
Elijah's bro-y with medicine. I'll ask.
Okay.
We'll see what we can find out.
I'll be right back, okay?
- You've been avoiding me. - No, just very busy.
Wanna talk about Phillips's town crier act?
I have bigger problems. They're bringing in another ER attending.
- We need the help. - It's not help. It's a babysitter.
- They want me monitored. - Cruz trusts you.
She wouldn't have made you chief if she didn't.
She made me acting chief because it looked good for her.
This is my trial period. Know how bad it's gonna look if they take it away?
Okay. Who's the new attending?
I don't know. Some senior doc from Kennedy. Uh…
Broussard.
Lucy Broussard?
She's an institution. They put her on billboards.
Great.
Celebrity diva doctor babysitter.
Good times.
Danny? Uh, Mr. Reyes…
The one with the potentially fractured hip.
He's running a fever.
- Fever? That's weird. - Hey, Doc.
- Yeah? - Any news?
Hang in there, okay?
Um…
You're next in line for scans.
What about a room? All I get is the hallway?
- I wish. But… - I didn't even have to do it, you know?
I wasn't even with my company.
My neighbor's house was on fire,
and she was out there in her robe watching her house burn down.
And no one was coming.
I thought I could go in and… get her shoes.
At least.
You did a good thing.
I will be back as soon as I have those scans. Okay?
Oh hey. Hey, um… Can you admit your pneumonia patient?
To medicine? Those guys aren't admitting anyone who's not dying.
Try? I have a concerning EKG that needs a monitored bed.
I got a DKA that's turning septic. Just give me a minute.
- Dr. Broussard. - Are you one of my residents?
Yes. Danny Simms. It's so nice to meet you.
Mm-hm. Mm-hm. Uh, do me a favor.
Go outside. You'll see a truck with three boxes on the seat. Uh…
Bring them in.
Gonna take a piss.
- Listen, Luis. Guess what. - What?
I just did my first stitches!
- Hello! - What? That's fantastic!
But no, wait, wait, wait…
- The one in room 12? - Mm-hmm.
She's so mean.
Super mean.
And when I walked in, I said,
"Hi, how are you? I'm here to do your stitches."
And she looked at me and said…
- "Are you a child?" - What?
- And what did you tell her? - I said, "Yes, I am a child."
"And if you want an adult, it's a four-hour wait."
Boom-chakalaka!
Oh hey, Soph. I was just telling Luis about the stitches I did.
Yeah. I can hardly contain myself.
Okay, are we back to this? Because I thought we were--
What, friends? Friends don't use each other to get ahead.
What are you talking about?
Really? I tell you Cole has a thing for ponytails.
And next thing I know, you're just flipping one in his face?
My hair was wet,
from the hurricane that you dragged me into, so I put my hair up.
- That's it. - Right. Yeah.
Well, uh…
All of a sudden, I just feel like you're not gonna be the kind of girl
I'm gonna get along with.
A ponytail? Really?
Hey, what do you know about this new attending that's coming in?
- Nothing. They're bringing someone in? - Lucy Broussard.
Apparently she's some hot shot from Kennedy. You must know her.
Hello, Xander.
This place is a nightmare.
First things first.
I'm going to feed you.
So, you're all exhausted.
You've all been working for over 24 hours.
Some of you have been suspended.
I don't know why, and, honestly, I don't care.
I care that sick people don't die on my watch.
So, who's our chief now?
Uh, me.
You? Why did you let me send you out to my truck?
Not busy enough?
Run the board for me.
Uh, we have 90 in the waiting room.
Ninety-two.
But let's focus on the patients we already have in here.
Okay. Um… Yeah, in exam two--
Usually people start at one.
I don't know what room one status is. Hasn't been updated.
I've actually got one. Arm lac with broken glass.
We're waiting for X-rays to rule out foreign body, then home.
Thank you, Dr. Phillips.
The board has been a mess since the power outage.
But here's what I do know. Uh…
Two is psych, waiting for transfer.
Three is a FOOSH, distal radius fracture, status post-reduction.
Waiting for sedation for discharge. Four and six are both abdominal pain.
Labs are backed up. Five is head trauma.
Seven is broken hip. Both waiting for scans.
- Ten has been cleared but will not leave. - No, I got ten out.
- It's empty. - What?
When?
Fifteen minutes ago.
Why didn't… Why didn't you tell me?
So, we have an empty room.
We all needed to know that. That's why there's a board.
People, being organized helps us get them in and get them out, huh?
Xander, what was the first thing I taught you?
How to bribe people with food.
After that?
- Treat 'em and street 'em. - That's right.
So, let's do it.
- Hmm… - I'll call it.
Time of death, 11:15.
Ha ha.
Danny's inside looking for you.
Work-related, or yet more personal revelations?
Work-related.
I am entitled to a moment of grief.
Oh, yeah.
By the way, my bike survived.
So if you need a ride to work tomorrow, you can jump on the handlebars and…
Just let me know.
Damn.
Okay, Mr. Reyes. The X-rays of your hip look good.
- Nothing is broken. - That's good news, right?
- You need me? - Yes.
Do you speak English, Mr. Reyes?
Dr. Cole is a surgical resident in the ER.
- Surgery? - Yeah, Nestor's running a fever.
No. No, I feel fine.
If my hip is okay, I need to get back to the marina.
Clean up after a storm is where I make most of my money.
No, I hear you. Maybe Dr. Simms could get to the point.
The cut on your leg. How'd you get that?
- I scraped it on something on the dock. - Looks like simple cellulitis.
Is that bad?
Does it hurt?
No.
- Great. - Good.
- Can I go? - Can I go?
No. I'm sorry. One second. Can we talk?
I'm worried that it's more than cellulitis.
I felt crepitus. He has poorly controlled diabetes.
- Danny, did you talk to Elijah? - One second.
He's not complaining of pain.
He's not complaining 'cause he wants to go back to work.
Stitches. Antibiotics.
I need to admit pneumonia if you want the bed for the EKG guy.
Talk to Elijah.
- I don't know where Elijah is. - Give me a minute?
- I'm worried about nec-fas. - Of course. You love being dramatic.
It's swelling. It's red.
With the elevated CRP, white count, fever, can you think about it?
Dr. Simms, epileptic in six didn't respond to meds.
- I'll be right there. - After Elijah?
Yes! I'm gonna find him.
Hey, don't snap at her.
Okay.
I'm gonna draw a circle around the wound to track it.
Draw a circle.
Draw any number of shapes, Chief. You knock yourself out.
Okay.
Elijah. Um…
Can you call medicine and get them to admit that pneumonia?
Danny, I haven't even eaten today yet.
- You said you'd do it an hour ago. - Actually, no, I didn't.
But I will, if you just give me two seconds to eat.
Okay. Ask me a question.
- We don't need to do that. - About us living together?
- I don't need to. - Why not?
Because. You don't want me to know anyways.
Please just ask me.
All right.
It wasn't just a one-time thing, was it?
- I didn't say it was. - How long?
About a year.
A year.
A year is a relationship.
I know.
It was… It was…
so complicated.
How? I mean, how was it complicated?
Are you really asking me that?
- You wanted me to ask. - Okay. I don't, um…
Because he was Chief.
Because it wasn't equal. Because…
I thought if I told anybody,
they'd look at me the way you're looking at me right now.
Were you in love?
I thought I was, yeah.
That's what makes this whole thing so hard.
Come on. Sam.
I… I know I said that you don't have to support me.
But I…
I want you to.
I need you. I need my friend to not leave me right now.
I'm not going anywhere.
Thank you.
Call medicine.
Ask for Dr. Evans.
He'll be your best bet.
Okay.
Is that…
Yep. That was inside you.
Throw it away. Are you kidding?
A lot of patients keep this sort of thing.
They should be put on a watch list.
How you feeling?
Like that was inside me, and now it's not.
But I appreciate you coming by to flirt.
This is not flirting. That would be inappropriate.
And you fired the first shot anyway by calling me Cinnabon.
What do you think that means?
Well, I'm glad you asked, actually. Because I did have a theory. So…
- I went on the website, and-- - The website?
- Yes. What? - Wow.
I went on the website, and on the website, it says that Cinnabon uses Makara cinnamon
from the mountains of Indonesia,
which is known for its rich and sweet flavor.
So you're calling yourself rich and sweet.
No. You just did.
Look, I've got to go.
- Oh… Take that thing with you. - Oh, yeah.
Throw it away.
Are you experiencing any nausea?
Not really.
- Hopefully this will help. - Hey, you paged?
Dr. Simms needs a consult.
The nice Dr. Simms or the one who destroyed my friend's life?
- Where were you? - Outside, taking a break.
Hm. Really? I heard you were up in the ICU.
Hallway bed 17.
Shit.
What's wrong? What's going on?
When you cut yourself at the marina, did you get into the water?
Tell the truth.
We need to know so we can help you.
A guy's boat was floating out there. He paid me. Swim in, go get it.
Okay.
After a hurricane there can be a lot of polluted water because of the flooding.
And if the bacteria gets into a cut like this,
it can cause what is known as necrotizing fasciitis.
Flesh-eating bacteria.
But you can get rid of it, right?
Yes, but we just need to get you into surgery as soon as possible.
Surgery.
No surgery. Isn't there any meds you can give me?
Not for this.
The infection is aggressive, so we need to remove the diseased tissue.
How much tissue?
Well, that depends on how far it's progressed.
What does that mean?
There's a very small chance we may need to amputate your leg.
I can't.
My family.
They depend on me for everything.
I need my legs for work.
I can't lose them.
It's not gonna happen, okay?
We've caught it early. The likelihood that we'll need to amputate is very low.
Who can we notify?
No, no.
My family doesn't know I'm here.
And I don't want them to worry.
Please.
I understand.
Okay. I've got you.
Hey, call the OR. Nec-fas incoming.
Okay, copy.
Uh, Soriano's on.
You should mention Tom Watson. A little birdie told me
Soriano's been talking about being paired with him at a pro-am.
Who's my girl?
Cass, Mrs. Hill, up in eight. I put in an order for five metoprolol.
Uh…
It should be for 2.5. She's old.
- Hello? - Okay, sure. Yeah, 2.5.
Cass means well.
And she really knows her stuff. I lean on her a lot.
Yeah, I bet you do.
Shit.
I can put that order in for you. I'm already logged in.
Was it 5 to 2.5 metoprolol, right?
You cannot change a med order.
Don't tell anyone, but when they made my profile in the portal,
they accidentally put me in as an intern, so…
Yeah, I can write orders.
See?
Changed it already.
Hey, I really didn't mean anything by the ponytail thing.
But, you know, if it… like, gave the wrong impression, I'm really sorry.
Thank you.
Yeah, you're welcome.
She's 66 years old and still with an increased respiratory rate.
No. Uh-uh.
No, I can't keep giving her nebs and wait.
Look, I know that you're full, but you must have some beds available.
Hello?
Danny, uh, house fire guy wants you. Now.
Hey. Sorry about the delay.
Tell me you've got good news since I waited so long to get it.
Um, I do. The CT of your brain was normal. Do you want to sit down?
Thank God. So I can go.
Uh… not quite.
I'm worried that whatever was burning in that fire
is causing some allergic reaction.
Your lips are a little swollen, and it sounds like you're still wheezing.
My breathing? I've always had crap breathing.
I have asthma.
Can you just prescribe me another inhaler?
- Well-- - Dr. Simms.
Yeah.
- Are you even listening to me? - I'm listening to you, Hank.
We're gonna get you started on some steroids, some nebs--
Danny. Medicine is calling back.
- I'll be right there. - They're not gonna wait.
You know what? You told me you got me.
- But you don't give a shit. - I do. I told you--
You're too busy to actually take care of me.
- I have been taking care of you, Hank. - No, I'm a fellow first responder.
I hoped you'd at least prioritize getting me a room!
You're not entitled to a room!
Nor are you entitled to be my priority. Or any other special privileges.
You are entitled to the exact same thing as every other patient in this hospital,
which is our care and concern. And out of care and concern,
can you sit down, please?
Yeah.
Out of care… and concern,
I am keeping you here, monitored, until we know more.
- I’m dying to go to the Masters. - Yeah?
I’ve entered the ticket lottery ten years in a row. Rejection every year.
Ouch. Yeah, I've actually gone a few times and,
not to be a complete dick about it,
but it's pretty much everything you expect it to be.
Good luck at the pro-am. I hear you're playing with Tom Watson--
- Oh my God. Who tipped you off? - I have to protect my sources.
Jeez.
Ah, shit.
There's a lot more necrotic tissue here than I expected. Look.
We’re getting close to losing the main blood supply to the lower extremity here.
I think we have to consider below the knee amputation.
All right.
Sir, we can't amputate.
Can't?
There's a good amount of venous bleeding now.
I think we can control it without amputation.
The teaching is always, "Take more, not less."
- He needs his leg. - He needs to be alive.
He won't want to be if he doesn't have his leg.
Are we gonna let this man wake up
and find out his world's been turned upside down because it's easier for us?
Uh, I'm sorry. I overstepped.
Uh, thank you for letting me scrub in, but the ER is slammed.
I think I'm gonna be more useful down there.
Hi.
Two visits in one day? I'm feeling very special.
Mm. Afternoon rounds. It's totally normal.
I've got to say, I don't love this new vibe.
Is this because your beamer got crushed?
Word spread, rich boy.
I'm not rich.
I guess there was a time when I was a kid that we felt rich.
My dad was a banker.
He got this great job in the States.
House in the suburbs. You know, dream car in the driveway.
A BMW.
He washed that car every Saturday.
But then the financial crisis hit.
And we lost everything.
He tried to hide it at first, you know.
But then they came to repossess the car.
I was outside playing basketball when it happened, and I remember…
It was the first time I ever saw my dad cry.
I'm sorry.
I was just on this case with this guy who's gonna lose his leg.
He's a day laborer, and he won't be able to work.
And I don't know. I…
It just reminded me of my dad.
I never saw my family lose anything.
I never saw them have anything either.
Look, I'm sorry. I didn't…
mean to come here and bum you out.
Now, that's why I call you Cinnabon.
Yeah.
Because I know it's bad for me, but I still wanna eat the whole thing.
Hey, no check-up?
Aren't you supposed to… do your doctor thing?
You know, look at the monitors, check my pulse.
Your vitals look incredible.
And my pulse?
♪ Come alive, little angel ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ May the stars lovely keep you… ♪
Oh… Don't look at my nails, I bite them.
♪ In this dream ♪
♪ Till you wake ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ And good Lord, is she really real? ♪
♪ Got to sing, she's my lover, yeah ♪
You think I'm not gonna ask why you got suspended?
I'm gonna find out anyway.
I got into a relationship with a third year.
I thought we were in it together, and we weren't.
Who is she?
The new Chief?
I wish I could say I feel bad for you.
But I don't.
Danny!
- Can I get that gurney in room one? - Get her to CT.
- What've you got? - Security found him in the parking lot.
- Oh shit. He left? - He must have.
Hank, stay with us, okay? Can you hear me?
Three, two, one.
Hey, Hank. Hank.
Stay with me, okay? We're losing him.
- What happened? - Anaphylaxis.
Give him 0.5 mg of epi.
We've gotta get him intubated. Get me a blade and a 7.0 ET tube.
- Got it. - Thank you.
Sats are 60 and dropping. He's going to code.
Shit.
He's too swollen to intubate.
- You wanna set up a cric? - Uh, shit.
Try digital intubation first.
- You ever done one? - Uh, I mean, I've seen one done.
Good. So do one.
Find the epiglottis with your fingers.
Now, thread the bougie through the glottis into the trachea.
Feel the tracheal rings?
- Uh, yeah, got it. Feel it. - Mm-hmm. Good.
- Okay. - Good. Now you know how to do that.
Pressure's dropping.
Good chest rise. Air's moving on both sides.
- Did I do something wrong? - No, it's the anaphylaxis.
Give another 0.5 mg of epi, and let's start a drip.
On it!
He's lost pulses.
Okay, starting compressions.
Holding compressions. Checking for pulse. Anyone have a pulse?
- No. - Let's get ready to shock.
Everybody clear?
Clear.
Okay, starting compressions again.
Okay. Getting ready to shock.
Charging.
Charged. Everybody clear?
Holding compressions. Anybody got a pulse?
Resuming compressions.
Charging. Getting ready to shock. Clear.
Clear.
Getting ready for a pulse check.
Anybody have a pulse?
- It's been 20 minutes. - Give another round of epi and bicarb.
Danny, that's six of epi, five bicarbs,
and two grams of calcium.
I'm calling it.
Holding compressions.
Anybody have a pulse?
♪ The ocean was angry… ♪
No.
Time of death, 14:12.
♪ Turning in the undertow ♪
♪ Mistakes ♪
♪ Aw ya paid and paid and paid for ♪
Hey.
- I heard what happened. How're you doing? - Fine.
Come on. You're so frustrating.
- What do you want me to say? - That you're not fine.
That you're sad. That you're angry. That you're having a hard time.
- Someone died. That is hard. - I'm not just talking about the patient.
- I know, but you're not gonna fix that. - I'm not trying to--
Yes, you are. I…
I've worked so hard. I've eaten so much shit to get here.
And I didn't want to go to HR. You told me to do that.
Now we're here, and it's worse.
Maybe you shouldn't have helped me in the first place.
Yeah. Won't happen again.
Harper.
Sorry I got tired of watching you eat shit.
Sorry about that. Didn't quite get it. It's a tricky angle here.
Can I try?
For the love of God, I don't care who does it, just get over with.
Uh… yeah. Yeah, sure.
Hi, I'm Dr. Simms.
You're gonna feel a little bit of pressure.
It's a narrow space between the vertebrae, so just take your time.
Right.
Wow. Uh… That was perfect.
- That might be a champagne tap. - What's that?
It means she did it so flawlessly that the fluid has no red blood cells in it.
Well, the lab still has to make it official.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
It's okay. Come in.
I was able to debride the dead tissue without having to go
too deep into the blood supply.
Still, um, I have to apologize.
I like to know that my residents don't just defer to me.
Because, well, it's not good for me.
Uh, no, it… It's certainly not good for the patient.
I… I was impressed. Okay? Don't lose that instinct.
All right? Now, do you actually play golf,
or was that just some strategic ass-kissing earlier? Or…
A little bit of both?
We should play a round at the club. Yeah?
Maybe this weekend. Come out, have lunch with me and my wife, Marissa.
- I'd love that. - Great.
Is the course okay after the hurricane?
You kidding? They have a small army of maintenance guys. They live for this.
- Okay. - All right.
Light of my life, apple of my eye.
What do you want?
Uh… to kiss your feet.
The golf thing totally worked.
Soriano's invited me to play a round, then have lunch with him and his wife.
- I guess you better find a plus-one. - Why?
It's kind of critical for a double date.
Unless you want to be a third wheel.
Ah… I see what you're doing here.
I'll check my calendar.
Hey, whoa, wait a minute.
I'm eating that.
No, you're not.
Yes, I am. I'm just making myself a cup of coffee.
Are you making a cup of coffee or are you eating a pastelito?
You're pretty slow for a guy with three sisters.
Oh-ho-ho! Oh, wow. Okay.
It's on, baby.
Damn it!
I don't understand.
I'm trying to put in this lidocaine order. It keeps saying I need my orders cosigned.
That's because you do need them cosigned.
Well, no, 'cause I have access, remember?
I… talked to IT, and they fixed that.
- Why? - You are a med student.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
And med students aren't supposed to have that kind of access.
God, why are you so hard on me?
Because the job is hard. And it's supposed to be hard.
How overcapacity are we, Luis?
- Please tell me we're approaching normal. - Actually, we're under.
- We've got some open chairs out there. - How'd that happen?
Thank you.
I freed up some surgical nurses, which freed up beds upstairs.
- Sounds like my work here is done. - We're through the worst of it.
I'll release the ride-out crew tomorrow. You don't have to stay.
Can I make a suggestion?
Send Dr. Phillips home too.
Roads are mostly clear.
Besides, he's probably got a helicopter on call.
I'll think about it.
Think about giving Dr. Simms some credit too.
She's done a great job.
Ready to wake Sleeping Beauty?
- It won't be like last time. - Oh, I know. I know.
- She's not going to remember it. - I know.
Okay, we're gonna take the tube out now.
It's gonna be a little bit uncomfortable. Just bear with me here.
My brave girl.
Okay.
- It's okay. - Yeah.
Okay, Vero. I'm gonna ask you to take a nice big, deep breath now.
Take a big, deep breath.
Okay.
And… and cough.
There you go.
Hi, baby.
Hi… Hi, Mom.
Good job.
I mean… You got this.
Stay strong.
If you need anything…
- You're full of shit! - The whole thing was blue.
- No! - I've never seen anything like it.
Hold on. Did we order this?
Yes! Uh… I did.
For Danny's first champagne tap.
Wait a minute. Danny got a champagne tap?
Yup. Not a single red blood cell.
I was there. She nailed it. First try too.
That's my girl! Yeah!
I couldn't have done it without Phillips, so…
Ha! Hey!
So I get credit for the champagne, then?
Actually, you couldn't have done it if…
Phillips hadn't shit the bed.
- Okay. I did not say anything. I swear. - Eh, word travels.
- Couldn't get it in. - Happens to the best of us, mate.
What did they actually teach you at Kennedy, though?
- Hairstyling. - Nice.
Nah. Bicep curls.
No, he was a personality hire.
Aw… Aw, yes.
- There you go. - Oh, shit! So much for those steady hands.
I thought you couldn't have done it without me.
- Extra napkins? - Got you.
Hey.
Uh, what's that?
A pastelito I saved for you.
Wrapped in an ABD pad?
I promise, it's clean.
Come on. Take it to go.
Follow me.
- Where are we going? - Chief resident's office.
Which is now your office.
- I heard they were basically engaged. - And now he's suspended?
She's such a liar.
Don't listen to that shit.
Wow.
Much nicer than mine at Kennedy.
Where are you from?
Uh… Homestead.
Hawthorne.
So you're gonna have to hear some petty gossip. Big deal.
What actually happened today is a girl from Homestead
got an entire emergency department through a hurricane.
I didn't poison that.
Sorry, yeah. I just, um…
I didn't think you liked me.
It is not your job to worry about my feelings.
What you need is my respect.
And you have that.
Can I ask you a question?
Ask away.
Are the rumors about why
Phillips transferred from Kennedy true?
What rumors are those?
That there were women who made… complaints similar to mine.
I said you could ask.
I didn't say I could answer.
Hey.
Are you upset?
- It seems like you are. - Okay.
I'm not. Everything's fine.
Why do I always feel like I'm saying the wrong thing?
- Danny-- - You said you wanted to mentor me.
And then you get mad at me when I do something right.
God, I knew this was a bad idea.
- What was? - Working together.
No. That is not what I'm saying. I love working with you.
- Look how upset you are. - I…
I am not.
I am… I am just…
I…
I am so confused.
How do you think I feel? I can't work when I'm around you.
I can't think. I can't breathe. When I'm… When we were doing that LP today,
when we're doing anything together, all I'm thinking about is…
Come on. You feel it.
Come on. You have to say it because otherwise…
Otherwise what?
I don't wanna feel like a creep, Danny.
We'll figure something out. Maybe…
Maybe different shifts or…
But that's not fair. That is gonna look bad for me.
I don't know what else to do. You're never gonna say it.
- Say what? - That you feel it.
Forget about work.
Just say it.
Please.
I came to get my stuff.
Okay.
'Cause I've been told to get out.
I guess you got your wish.
Can I just ask, do you have any regrets about how you handled this?
I need to know.
Because you're innocent?
Of sexual harassment? Yeah, Danny.
Just say it. Please.
I…
♪ I've been standing… ♪
What about the women at Kennedy? Would they say that?
What are you talking about? What other women?
Harper told me.
Broussard confirmed it.
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
Hmm…
I wasn't special, I was just last.
♪ And love I've lost ♪
♪ But I've never felt too much ♪
♪ But if I can be honest ♪
♪ You're making me want this ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ 'Cause this desire just keeps making… ♪
Hey, I'm just going to give you one last piece of advice.
Don't trust Broussard.
Ever.
♪ 'Cause your love Got me down on my knees ♪
♪ I surrender ♪
Good luck.
Really.
I hope it all goes well for you.
♪ I surrender ♪
♪ You know I can't fight it no more ♪
♪ I surrender ♪
- Heading home? - Yeah.
I talked to your girlfriend.
She wanted to know why you got fired from Kennedy.
And you lied to her.
No, I just listened.
But the real question is why she believes it.
You know what? I should tell her the truth.
What really happened.
Yeah.
But if you violate your NDA, then your career is over.
And you'd have to admit you did something wrong.
And you don't wanna do any of that. Do you?
♪ I surrender ♪
♪ Now I'm all yours… ♪