All right, scalpel.
So I said, "I'm sorry, but I am not being made to wait 30 minutes
when I'm already paying out the ass for the chef's tasting menu."
- That place is overrated. - Yeah, I learned my lesson $800 later.
And don't even get me started on the insane wine markups.
- Guys. Pressure's dropping. - Dr. Pittman, she still under?
- Yeah, more sedation. - Her BP's still falling.
- Can we give her more sedation? - Not right now.
Hey, she's waking up, man. You gotta put her back under.
She's hypotensive. If I push more, it could kill her.
- Dr. Pittman? - Hold on. All right, we can handle this.
No, we can't. We need to call 911.
-
Look, I know you're upset about today. We said nothing in public. I just…
I slipped.
♪ Angel face ♪
♪ A little taste of you ♪
♪ I'm bound to trace ♪
♪ All your curves… like you want me to ♪
I think I'm freaking out a little.
What? Why?
Because we’ve been doing this for five months, and 14 days and that
makes this my longest relationship.
Don't freak out. There's still plenty of time to get me a gift.
- What? I know what I'm getting you. - We're not getting gifts.
- That's not why I'm-- - Yes, we are.
- You know why? - Why?
Because it’ll annoy you.
- Mm-hmm. - And I love annoying you.
You get so serious.
- I do not. - Yeah, and eventually you laugh…
and I get to see those cute wrinkles above your eyes.
Yep, there they are.
♪ Take you… ♪
Danny.
Good morning.
I have a bagel.
Almond croissant.
And bougie coffee.
Whatever you want, no.
Uh, so…
Here's the thing. We are officially at Code Red with Dad.
I have left him, like, a dozen text messages.
- I gotta go down there. - Mm-hmm.
And I would like it if you would come with me.
I'm tired. I was out late.
- He has CHF. - I went dancing.
He has CHF. And diabetes.
Harper.
We deserve a day off, okay? Please.
Okay.
I'll just go by myself, then.
Let's just hope he's not upstairs.
That…
Fine. Oh my God. Fine, you win.
- Checkmate. Congratulations. - Thank you. Thank you.
I don't even want that.
That has oat milk. It was expensive.
No, Mami! You cannot bring the family.
- They won't let them in. - But they want to see you!
It's too many people.
Look... The doctor just got here. I'll call you later.
Don't forget.
- Kisses. - Kisses. I love you.
Brought you brunch. Look.
Oatmeal and a banana.
Wow.
You haven't been around in a while.
Well, 'cause you're getting better. So… Y'know, we can send you home pretty soon.
Trying to get rid of me.
- Never. - Ugh. Relax.
It's okay if the kiss was a one-time thing.
I'm not expecting anything.
You know, I get your whole thing.
My whole thing?
Oh, you know. Non-committal.
Ah.
I'm not really looking for anything serious.
And besides, you really should not be seeing a patient, so…
- It's probably better if we just call it. - Okay.
Yeah.
But you won't be a patient for very long.
And what about if I don't want to call it?
Are you any fun?
I'm very fun.
- Really? - Yeah.
Because I feel like all you surgeons do is work.
You know? I like to have a life outside of my work.
Well, there has been a hurricane.
And for your information, today's my day off.
Dr. Soriano has invited me to go golfing with him at Fisher Island.
So your only day off, you're hanging out with your boss?
You have a crush.
He's the most successful surgeon at the hospital.
Sounds very serious. Do you think that he's the one?
- Okay. I'm leaving now. - Have a great time.
Don't put out too easy.
You could have played that card last turn and forced me to draw.
Could I have? I didn't even see it.
- You're letting me win. - No, I'm not.
- Stop lying. - I'm playing the game.
I'm not eight years old.
I… I know what happened to everyone else on the bus.
I want to know what happened to me.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
You had an aortic injury, and we repaired it.
There's more than that. I…
I see the way people look at me.
- How are people looking at you? - The way you've been looking at me.
Like there's something you're not telling me.
You know what I wanna know?
I wanna know about that bird tattoo on your ankle.
Sorry. Aortic injury.
Hurts to talk.
Mmm…
Very convenient.
- Whoa. What an outfit. - Limited edition.
- Let's hope so. - Yeah, right?
- Where are you going? - Meeting Soriano for golf.
In the dark?
At Fisher Island where people actually have taste.
My money's on you because you'll be blinding everyone else.
Yeah, that's hilarious.
Whilst I'm eating my seafood salad on the veranda,
I'll be thinking of you all with your chicken fingers lunchtime special.
Hey. I brought you this.
Why? Is this a "sorry-you-had-to-kill an-old-lady" muffin?
No. It's a manifestation muffin. I'm manifesting a better day for you.
And if nobody dies, it'll be 100% better.
What?
No, it's just you kind of sit like how my mom taught me before quinceañera.
I don't. What are you talking about?
- It's true. You sit kind of weird. - Like you're on a talk show.
Do y'all have anything better to do?
Uh, heads up. Got a trauma pulling in.
There you go.
Okay.
Chan. I'm gonna need you too.
28-year-old female, mid-procedure on a breast augmentation and liposuction.
Started crashing.
- Wait. She was in surgery? - Where's this from?
Some place called Las Palmas Plastic Surgery.
Jesus Christ, they just left her open, covered in gauze and blankets?
Sedation with fent and propofol en route with two liters of NS given.
Still hypotensive, tachy.
Her mom was with her. She's right behind us.
All right. Clear, on my count.
One, two, three.
I need an IV start kit.
Where's the surgeon that did this?
No idea. He stayed behind.
- Fucking kidding me. - Camila, ultrasound?
Yeah, got it.
- Another liter of saline. - Someone get me IV tubing.
Oh, shit.
She's still fully cut open.
- Good breath sounds bilaterally. - Why transfer her mid-procedure?
These clinics can only handle basic surgical services.
Any complications, and they freak out.
- That's not good. - A lot of free fluid in her belly.
Do we have that bedside hemoglobin yet?
- Uh… Hemoglobin, 7.4. - She's lost a lot of blood.
She's bleeding in her abdomen. That means they penetrated it.
Let's transfuse her two units and get a gram of TXA.
- Who's the attending that's on today? - That's Dr. Cruz.
Let's call Dr. Cruz down here.
And Sophie, see if you can find the surgeon that did this.
Hello.
Look at you. You look great.
Thank you.
Mm.
You look, um…
- Hi. - You like it?
It's very bright.
Yeah. The man in the shop said it's what all the pros are wearing these days, so…
Yeah, I'm sure he did. It's just, um…
The place that we're going, it's a little more understated.
It's very old money.
No labels, less is more kind of thing.
How do you know that?
My dad's a golf pro. Practically grew up on Miami golf courses.
- Wait, why have you never told me that? - Because you never asked.
Come on, Cole.
Only time you ask me about myself
is if we can have sex or what the latest hospital gossip is.
That's not true.
- No? - No.
Okay. When's my birthday?
Do I have any siblings?
What's my favorite food?
Where have I traveled?
- What sports do I play? - You've made your point.
Whereas I know all about your family,
where you were raised, where you went to med school--
Hey. Hey, look. Look.
I'm sorry. Okay?
I accept your apology.
And I apologize in advance
for completely decimating you and Soriano on the golf course.
Soriano. "Tee time pushed back."
"VIP needs a surgical consult. Meet me upstairs."
Hey.
This is a good thing. Think about it.
If Soriano wants you up for a VIP, that means he trusts you.
Golf can wait a couple hours… …believe me.
Yeah, you're right.
"Happy to. Exclamation point. Be right there. Exclamation point."
- Lose the second exclamation point. - Really?
Yeah.
Yeah, you're right.
Dr. Pittman?
Yes, it's important.
Okay, I'll give it to you again. It's Dr. Sophie Chan
from Maguire Medical Center.
C-H-A-N. Chan.
Hey, Sophie.
Elijah wants to know, are we taking her to CT, or are we redlining her to the OR?
- Cruz needs to decide that. - Right.
- Think she's gonna ask you to scrub in? - She hardly knows who I am.
Oh my God, of course she knows who you are.
I mean, you've been here for like a year.
She did nod at me once, but I'm pretty sure it was just a bug.
Uh, yeah. I'm still here.
Yes, I will… still wait.
You think maybe it's because you're not good at presenting yourself?
How does that matter?
It definitely matters. Go on, introduce yourself right now.
Practice.
I'm Dr. Sophie Chan, surgical intern.
See? Flat.
- Flat. - Just kind of lame.
Yeah.
I mean, you got to introduce some memorable detail, you know?
Something to remember you by.
Like, where you're from.
- What part of Indiana are you from? - Churubusco.
Okay, Churubusco.
So, what's something interesting about Churubusco?
Uh…
I don't know. Well, we have this festival called Turtle Days.
Because people used to believe that
there was this monster snapping turtle that would haunt Fulk Lake.
Oh…
- I just won't say anything. - Okay, good.
What have we got?
28-year-old female brought in from an outpatient plastic surgery
in hemorrhagic shock.
Ultrasound showed free fluid in the abdomen.
Hemoglobin is seven. We've transfused her two units.
Looks like she was in for a breast augmentation and liposuction.
They violated the peritoneum. Shit.
We have to get her to the OR. Find out what they hit.
Where's the surgeon responsible?
He's still in another surgery. We're trying to reach him.
He didn't come in with the patient he nearly killed?
Yes. I mean, no, he didn't.
- Patient's mother is here. - Patient's name?
- Uh… - Patricia Acosta.
- By the way, I'm Sophie. - I know who you are. Thank you, Dr. Chan.
Let's get her on the portable monitors and up to the OR now.
- She doesn't speak English. - Thank you.
Señora Acosta.
I'm Dr. Cruz, the surgeon.
And my Patricia, how is she?
She's alive, but she's in critical condition.
We have to get her into surgery immediately.
No. Not another surgery, please.
She's at the hospital now.
She's in good hands.
How can I know that, if Dr. Pittman is a doctor here too?
Look.
He gave me a card that says Maguire.
Hmm.
Okay.
I know this is confusing.
But Patricia is my patient now,
not Dr. Pittman's.
And she is going to receive the best care possible.
I promise you.
Okay? Nurse.
Would you like to call any other family members?
No…
That's okay.
Ask anyone here to find out how she's doing.
Okay? Don't worry.
Please, right this way.
- Dr. Cruz. - Yeah?
That plastic surgeon, Dr. Pittman, he finally called back.
He's got another surgery, and he'll pop by later.
Oh, fantastic. I look forward to that.
Come on, Sophie. Let's go. You're gonna scrub in with me.
You got this. Go.
- Don't say anything about turtles. - Got it.
♪ I hold my head up Just enough to see the sky ♪
♪ And when we go we won't go slow We'll put up such a fight ♪
♪ When they fade into the dust and-- ♪
- That's not good. - What?
His truck's here, but he's not picking up his phone.
- Let's just get this over with. - Wait. Um…
Don't antagonize him.
And don't mention the hospital. You know how much he hates that place.
And don't get in there and just immediately start telling him what to do.
Wanna write all this down so I don't forget anything?
Just, if you get frustrated, do that thing where you, like, count nuts or whatever.
Way ahead of you.
Dad!
Dad, it's us!
Hey! Dad?
You up there?
Hey, go upstairs. See if he's up there.
Dad, you here?
Dad!
What the hell's all that racket?
You okay? Hey!
I'm in here.
- Hey. - What are you all doing here?
You don't knock?
We… We did. We just knocked.
I wasn't expecting company. I didn't get a chance to pick up.
Dad, how long have you been in that chair?
I threw my back out trying to tape up the windows for the storm.
- You didn't get very far. - I threw my back out like I told you!
None of that. Okay?
We're just here to help you get cleaned up.
That's what we came for?
And then we will look at your back, okay?
I, uh…
Nice of you to come, Danny Bananny.
You're welcome.
Nice to see you.
It'd be nicer for me if my ass wasn't fused to this chair.
Yeah, well… good thing we came.
You two worry too much. I'm fine.
You're not fine.
And if you need us, you can just call or, you know, answer your phone.
You wanna do something for me?
Why don't you put on the record?
Dad…
Oh, shit.
Why didn't you respond to Harper's texts?
I left my phone upstairs. It's no big emergency.
Come on.
You wanted her to worry.
- You wanted her to come. - Is that right?
You know if you're upstairs, she can't get up there on her own, so I gotta come.
- That's just passive-aggressive, Dad. - Don't be such a bitch.
You don't wanna be here… just leave.
- We're just trying to help. - I never asked for your help.
- No! I'm fine! - Yeah?
- Yeah. - Get up. Show me.
I can get up and dance right now.
Dad, you cannot breathe. He won't let me look at his legs.
What's going on?
I keep telling her, it's not my legs. It's my back.
Only two people in this room went to med school.
- You are not one of them. - Danny, don't.
He has congestive heart failure.
He is treating this place like a… like a salt lick,
and I guarantee he has not been taking his medication,
which means that his legs and his lungs are full of fluid,
and that is why you cannot stand up.
Hey, Daddy, why don't you let us look at your legs,
then we'll deal with your back, okay?
Okay, but only you.
You.
Get out.
What?
Oh my God. You're taking me here?
You think I'd forget your favorite restaurant?
I can't believe this. I forgot I even told you about this place.
You told me your dad used to bring you here.
For our five-month and 15-day anniversary, it's the only place good enough.
Oh my God.
So, I rented the whole place out.
It's ours for the night.
Wow.
I…
- El Toro!
Oh my God, that game.
Mm.
- Good memories with this one? - Ugh…
Frustrating ones.
Impossible.
Oh.
So, that's not your high score, then.
♪ They keep things loose They keep things light ♪
Wow.
♪ Dancing in the moonlight… ♪
- Hey. - Hey.
Thanks again for helping us out. It means a lot.
- Hey. - He told me all about you.
Oh.
And I said, I remember two little girls
who used come in with their dad on league nights.
Used to raise hell chasing each other around the arcade.
Yeah, I mean, Harper was fast. She always used to beat me.
How is your sister?
She…
She's good. She's…
She's… She's a doctor.
Uh, they both are, actually.
Yeah, everybody's good.
Go.
Happy to.
So, Bobby Morris, a 62-year-old male with a history of colon cancer,
which is in remission.
He has severe abdominal pain, which he's worried is the cancer back again.
And who is he?
You mean, why are we both here on our day off?
He's one of the biggest high-end condo developers in Florida.
And a huge contributor to the hospital.
- Can't argue with that. - Yeah.
Mr. Morris, hey. Hi.
- Mrs. Morris, hi. - Hey.
Hi. So, I hear you're on the side of the road, huh?
Ruben, I was so glad when they told me it was gonna be you.
Of course, yeah. Well, let's see if we can get you back up to speed.
Oh, this is Dr. Cole. He's my junior resident.
- He'll be helping me out. - Hi.
This is Mr. and Mrs. Morris. So let's have you sit back up if we can.
- Just that way. - I told him to lay down.
Yeah, I'll just take a quick feel here.
- His pain started yesterday. - Uh-huh.
He always tries to be the hero, wanted to deal with it alone.
But it could be recurrence, right?
He was in total remission. We had a "5-years-free" party last week.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Don't worry. Whatever this is, Ruben will take care of it.
Uh-huh. When was the last PET scan, Tom?
- Six months ago. It was clear. - Mm-hmm.
Okay, we'll get you CT scanned right away, and we'll be back soon with the results.
So just sit tight, and someone will come get you. Okay?
Dr. Soriano, it'd be rare for this kind of cancer
to reoccur so quickly, wouldn't it?
- For it to be so painful? - Yes, it would.
So then I'm baffled here.
Yeah, I'm not.
Shit. Well, no golf now.
What is that?
Highly likely it's a can of air freshener.
Yeah, not the first time, but didn't wanna jump to conclusions.
Okay, now, here's the important part.
Um… the wife can't know about this.
- But how? - Well, just follow my lead.
All right?
So, we did find a blockage.
- It's, uh, a mass. - Oh, no.
No, but the appearance of the mass,
it doesn't show any of the characteristics of... of a cancerous lesion.
But how do you know? What characteristics does it show?
Well, it's smooth, cylindrical. You know, it's not irregularly shaped.
And there's no features to suggest that it's growing or even firmly…
uh, attached.
Really, if you are gonna have a mass, then this is the kind of mass you'd want.
But, you know, it's starting to compromise blood flow.
We'll need to get him into surgery to prevent any kind of permanent damage.
But not to worry. No, we'll get you in and out. Okay.
- Uh-oh. - Yeah.
We're not making tee time.
Surgery? On the VIP guy?
Unfortunately, yeah.
Let me guess.
Honestly, I don't think you can guess in a million years.
Foreign object.
How do you know that?
Because he's been in here a few times. What was it?
Can of air freshener.
- Eww… - Mmm.
What scent?
I don't know.
I'd rather not spend my whole afternoon finding out.
Are you kidding?
Cole, come on.
Most second-year residents would kill to have this quality time with Soriano.
Besides, we can have dinner when you're done.
Yeah, dinner sounds great.
Okay, good. Now go crush it.
Oh, and the scrub nurse took lavender,
so I'm going with tropical mist.
Five dollars on citrus.
The plastic surgeon has no clue.
When the patient crashes mid-procedure, he throws her into an ambulance.
Is Dr. Pittman a doctor at Maguire? I've never heard of the guy.
He's "Clinical Adjunct Faculty,"
which means he does the bare minimum amount of call.
So he can use Maguire Medical Center on his business card.
- Pressure's dropping. - Okay. Suction here.
- Gotta see where the blood's coming from. - Still falling. Fast.
Slam in another four units of blood.
He lacerated the liver.
We have to get control.
- Uh, the Pringle maneuver. - So do it.
Locating the hepatoduodenal ligament.
Okay. There.
Vascular clamp to me.
Pressure's stabilizing.
Dr. Chan, you just saved this woman's life.
How does that feel?
Amazing.
You still think you're not worth remembering?
I'll have the conversation. I can text you on my way out, but, man…
All right, I gotta go. I gotta go.
Dr. Pittman, so good of you to join us.
- I came as soon as I could. - You must have had a very busy day.
Booked solid. And, uh…
- Couldn't exactly abandon other patients. - Bullshit.
You should've come in on that ambulance,
and you should've called me with a report of what happened.
I left her in the care of the best trauma hospital in the state.
A hospital that is not your personal dumping ground.
You had an obligation to your patient.
What I saw inside of her was neglect, plain and simple.
You're lucky… we were able to save her life.
You want me to show my appreciation for helping me out? You got it.
- Thank you. - Oh, no. I'm good. Thank you.
But you're done here.
I'm revoking your privileges to practice in this hospital,
and you're taking our name off your butcher shop.
No…
No!
You can't do that.
Oh, you wanna fight me on this?
Great. I'd love to litigate this.
Let's get in front of the hospital board and go over every single step
of what happened here.
Every slip. Every unforced error.
- Let's see if they come for your license. - All right.
How can we resolve this?
Well, how we're going to resolve this
is when your patient wakes up, you're gonna explain to her and her mother
exactly what you did to her,
and then you're walking out and never coming back.
- This is what he's not eating. - God, I got those bananas three weeks ago.
So, uh, I looked at his legs.
Yeah, I've seen worse.
We can just double him up on his Lasix for a few days.
Get the fluid to go down?
What?
He can't get up.
He's a drama queen.
Look. It's gonna take us, like, two hours to get home at this point,
so why don't we just order some food?
You know?
Get him some dinner.
Hang out?
Okay. We'll order him dinner.
If you let me look at his legs.
Okay?
Danny, really?
What? Hey, hey.
I'm calling 911. He's going to the hospital right now.
The hell you are! I know my rights.
Dad, you're not going anywhere. Danny, do not get him worked up.
You listen to her. She went to Harvard. She knows.
She just doesn't want to upset you.
- Put down the damn phone. - Everyone, calm down.
Danny, I will stay with him. I'll watch his urine output--
Do you not smell him?
The entire house literally reeks of urine and wet Band-Aids.
What do you want to do? You wanna order pizza and sing a song together?
- Hold hands? - Stop upsetting him.
Because his BP's through the roof? Any exertion could stop his heart?
You wanna get me out of here,
you better call the National goddamn Guard!
- Daddy, relax, please. - Harper! He's severely hypervolemic.
He has pitting edema in his legs. He has fluid in his lungs.
The next stop is acute heart failure.
- Do you want him to die? - Shut… up!
Hey.
You don't get to say that to me.
Either he goes to the hospital right now… or I'm leaving.
- Let her go. - Dad.
Bye-bye.
Danny.
Hey, I'm sorry if…
this brought up bad memories.
No.
They're good memories.
Yeah.
You nailed it. It's perfect.
Cool.
Well, then, cheers.
To your longest relationship.
That's…
Hmm.
I can't believe you did this for me.
Why not?
You deserve to be happy.
And I wish you believed that.
Don't worry, I'm calling an Uber.
You can't force him to go to the hospital.
Fine, cool.
- Why do you always do this? - Oh…
It's my fault now?
Yeah, he's old. He's not gonna change.
- It's not an excuse. - Yeah, it's the reality.
The reality? No.
No, the reality is that he takes advantage of you, and you let him.
- Why? - Because I love him?
- Maybe because I accept him? - I don't.
I don't accept how he makes you feel like you have to take care of him,
and fix everything, and never tell him how you actually feel.
- I like taking care of him. - You do realize he could afford help.
Between Medicare and his two pensions, he could afford somebody every single day.
He doesn't want a stranger hanging around.
No, he doesn't.
He wants his daughter to come, baby him, and make him food and make him laugh
and never talk about real shit.
- My God. - I mean, let's not talk about his CHF.
Or Mom.
- Or that night. - Don't.
Just tell the truth.
For once.
Why don't you just be honest and say it?
He pushed you.
It was an accident.
- I fell. - He…
He… pushed you…
because you were arguing.
Right?
You were arguing about me.
- I was supposed to protect you and didn't! - I don't wanna talk about this!
You want to live like him in silence, in a tomb the rest of your life?
Fine!
You want me to say it? It was all your fucking fault.
We were arguing about you.
Yeah, you had stained the wall with your blue hair dye.
The wallpaper that he'd just put up. You knew that he'd freak out.
You knew that you'd piss him off,
and you didn't care.
And he was coming to rip you a new asshole.
And… I defended you.
So, yeah. Is that what you want to hear?
Does it help?
At least we're being honest.
Maybe I don't wanna be.
Maybe I don't want to think about Mom or the CHF or the chair.
Maybe I don't want to think about the fact
that you resent me so much for making you take care of me, and--
I do not... I do not resent you, Harper.
I have never resented you. Ever.
You make yourself so miserable
because you think my life is this shitty tragedy.
It's not!
If you want me to hate you for something, then, yeah, I hate you for that.
Why is the record player on?
♪ Even though we ain't got money ♪
♪ I'm so in love with you, honey ♪
Dad? Hey.
Shit.
Dad. Hey.
Is… is he breathing?
You okay? Dad?
♪ And tell me everything ♪
♪ Is gonna be all right ♪
♪ Seems as though A month ago, I was Beta Chi ♪
♪ Never got high… ♪
- Let's get him in. - What happened?
65-year-old male with CHF. He's in extreme respiratory distress.
Hypertensive and hypoxic. Lasix was given en route.
Let's get him a bay. One, two, three.
Hey. Daddy, you're gonna be okay.
- Just keep breathing. - Let's start another peripheral IV.
Diffuse crackles bilaterally. Let's get the BiPAP going.
Elevated JVP. Give another 40 of IV Lasix.
He's still hypertensive. His BP is 220 over 110.
Give me the nitroglycerin spray, and let's start a drip.
Thank you.
Dad, open your mouth.
- No. - Look at me.
- Open your mouth. - No.
- Dad. - Hey, just let me do it. Okay?
Thank you.
Hey, Daddy. This is gonna help your heart. Can I do it?
Okay.
Right under the tongue. One, two…
- That's gonna help your breathing. - Let's get the BiPAP going.
Yeah.
Nitroglycerin is working. BP is coming down.
- Can't believe it was that high. - Acute decompensated heart failure.
- Any longer he might not have made it. - Thank God we brought him in.
Really?
- What? I… That was… I-- - You were right.
That's what you wanted me to say, right?
That's crazy.
Yo! That manifestation muffin worked.
I had a great day.
No, that's so great.
What is wrong with you guys?
- Okay, don't be mad at us, okay? - We figured out why you sit weird.
Little Miss Junior Churubusco.
Oh my God.
Hey, listen. We swear we won't tell anyone, okay?
- I mean, we might. - No, we totally will.
Hey, stop it.
Okay.
Fine.
Hmm.
- Tell them. - What?
Yeah, go ahead.
Tell everyone the truth about me. But at least get it right.
'Cause you're not just looking at Little Miss Junior Churubusco, okay?
You're looking at Miss…
Kiwanis Balloon Fest, 2016.
Miss Indiana’s Teen, 2017.
And Miss Hoosier Heartland, 2018.
And today…
…she just saved a life.
Because if you can dance and smile for hours on end
with 500 bobby pins in your hair, you can do anything… baby.
Is that memorable enough for ya?
Doctora Cruz.
I just wanted to see how you're doing.
You know that Dr. Pittman came by, too.
He told me what happened
during his surgery.
He said that he's very sorry.
I thought it was good of him.
No?
It was.
Thank you so much.
Hello.
Look, okay? The tattoo doesn't mean anything.
Okay?
Lara wanted to get a tattoo, but she didn't want to get it by herself,
so I did it with her.
And it's a bird because she picked the butterfly.
And the bird was next to it on the, like, menu of tattoos, so…
That's it.
Okay.
So, spill. I want to know what happened to me.
Okay? The full horror movie version.
You're right.
Something bad did happen.
I tried to take you off the ventilator too early because the hospital lost power.
And your ventilator was running out of battery.
I thought it was the right decision.
But when I did it… you couldn't breathe.
You started suffocating right in front of me.
Your heart stopped, and you almost died.
And if you had, it would have been my fault.
Mom.
I'm okay.
I'm here, okay?
I'm here.
Cass. Where are you? I'm done.
I just need to go home and change, then I can meet you at dinner.
Cole, it's after midnight.
Oh, I didn't even check the time.
Mm.
Well, I'm in bed, and I'm not getting up.
All right.
How was the surgery?
Uh, it was good, yeah.
Was it tropical mist?
Linen and sky.
Yeah, the smell of fresh laundry will never quite be the same.
Oh, damn.
Hey.
Today was a really good day for you.
Yeah, look, I… I need to be back here at 5:00 a.m.,
so I think I'm just gonna stay.
Well, that makes sense.
It's a good plan.
Get some sleep, okay?
Hmm.
Okay. Yeah.
Oh, I'm sorry.
No, it's all right, man. I always forget to lock it.
Um, there's an empty room all the way down the hall. The last one.
- Oh yeah? Thanks. - Yeah. All the way down.
Are you working tomorrow?
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
It's ridiculous, huh? I'm working more now than I did when I was your age.
The glamour of academic medicine.
Something for you to look forward to the next 30 or 40 years, right?
Oh God.
No. No, it's… It's a special thing we get to do.
- It is. It is. - Mm-hmm.
Oh, there's the good kind of peanut butter crackers in the lounge if you're hungry.
Oh, thanks. No, I'm good.
I'm just gonna check on a patient before I turn in. So…
No worries. You wanna hit that on the way out?
Yeah.
- Good night. - All right. Good night.
So…
how was the date?
I knew it.
You can't commit.
Go back to sleep.
Come in.
♪ People smile and tell me I'm the lucky one ♪
♪ And we've just begun ♪
♪ Think I'm gonna have a son ♪
♪ He will be like she and me ♪
♪ As free as a dove ♪
♪ Conceived in love ♪
♪ Sun is gonna shine above ♪
♪ Now, I smile and face The girl that shares my name, yeah ♪
♪ Now I'm through with the game ♪
♪ This boy'll never be the same ♪
♪ And even though we ain't got money ♪
♪ I'm so in love with you, honey ♪
♪ And everything will bring A chain of love ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ In the morning when I rise ♪
♪ You bring a tear of joy to my eyes ♪
♪ And tell me everything ♪
♪ Is gonna be all right ♪
♪ And even though we ain't got money ♪
♪ I'm so in love with you, honey ♪
♪ And everything will bring A chain of love ♪
♪ And in the morning when I rise ♪
♪ You bring a tear of joy to my eyes ♪
♪ And tell me everything ♪
♪ Is gonna be all right ♪