All language subtitles for A.Gifted.Man.S01E15.480p.HDTV.H264

Hey, Rita..

Oh, well, look what
the cat dragged in.

Oh.
Come here, handsome.

Oh, I missed you
these past three weeks.

(Grunts)

- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah. Think I slipped a disk

Oh, my bear hugs are brutal.

No, no, no.
I was parasailing in Maui.

Ooh, well, I think we can
squeeze you in for a consult.

Michael: Yeah, I don't take
walk-ins. I'm sorry.

(Rita chuckles)

Hey, Michael.

How you doing?

I may make an exception for our
former neuroshrink.

E-Mo needs your healing touch.

Yeah, yeah.
Doctor becomes a patient.

I'm looking for the
boy most likely to succeed.

Come here.
(Giggles)

Oh my gosh, Lily.

Hi.

Uh, E-Mo, Rita,
this is Lily.

- Is it still Meyerson?
- Yeah.

- Meyerson.
- Hi. Nice to meet you.

(Sighs) I'm, uh, Mikey's
high school sweetheart.

(Laughs) Really? Ah...

Tell us more, Mikey.
Oh, no.

He doesn't kiss and tell.

Yes, don't listen to them.
What are you doing here?

I was on my way to soho
for a shopping spree,

and my cabby
rear-ended somebody.

I went flying forward,
jammed my knee.

Uh-oh. I had X-Rays at
Manhattan Memorial.

Ended up with this
sexy little number.

Rita:
Ouch.

Oh, it's just a sprain.

How'd you know
where to find me?

The alumni bulletin.
(Chuckles)

I thought I would come
and try to convince you

to come to our
20th high school reunion.

Ah, when is that?

I told you weeks ago,
it's tomorrow.

Well, I can't.
I've, uh, got a thing.

- Oh, come on.
- I'll cancel it.

Do it. I went to mine.
Danced all night,

- I had a ball.
- Yeah, that I'd pay to see.

(Chuckles) I, uh,
I'll have to pass.

Really? I was hoping you'd bust
out your parachute pants

(chuckles) And your skinny tie.

Yeah, now that I'd pay to see.

(Chuckles) Me, too.

It's not that funny.

It looks like you got
a little bruise here.

Did you, uh, hit your
head in the accident?

Uh, no. All I remember is the
searing pain in my knee.

Anywhere else?

My neck's a little sore, but...

Could be whiplash.

Hm. As long as you're
here, I'm gonna

have Rita set you up with a CT,

while I examine E-Mo.

Is that really necessary?

I am paid to be paranoid.

It'll only take a minute.

See you in a second.

- It's a pleasure.
- Oh, nice to meet you.

Come on. I want to
know more about how

your Mikey became my Dr. Holt.

♪ Well, I know my doggy ♪
(Microphone feedback)

♪ When I hear him bark ♪

(Microphone feedback)

♪ And tell my rider when I ♪

♪ feel her in the dark ♪

hold on, hold on.

Stop, stop, stop.
I can't hear myself.

- Lucky you.
- Bite me.

Tony, what's going on
with the mics?

Uh, working out the kinks.
Give me a sec.

Dude, drummer sets the rhythm.

Dude, I was following you.

Oh, yeah? So how come
I'm going like this...

And you're going like-like this?

All right, Zeke.
Let me hear you again.

Just, uh, voice, no guitar.

Hello, hello, hello?
(Loud thud)

Ow!
Son of a bitch!

Scotty, what happened?

Scotty: Damn lid
fell on my hand.

Let me see, spread your fingers.
(Sighs)

Cut's not too deep.
You don't need stitches.

Make a fist.

Ow, that hurts!

Might be broken.

- Naw, man. It'll be fine.
- Oh, yeah?

Then why do you look like you're
gonna cry for your mommy?

(Sighs) I'll make you a splint.
You come in tomorrow

to the clinic.
I'll get X-Rays.

What, you got a
first aid kit in your pocket?

I'll McGyver it.
Would you see if you could find

some duct tape
and a butter knife?

And a shot of bourbon.

- And a malpractice lawyer.
- Shut up.

Oh, so I did hit my head.

Yes, you did.

The impact gave you
a type of bruise

called an epidural hematoma.

The accident caused your brain

to bleed a little bit.
Right here.

But I don't even
have a headache.

Well, it's small.
You don't have any symptoms.

So we can watch and wait, but I'd
like you to stay here overnight.

(Chuckles)
I really appreciate it,

but I booked a
really nice hotel.

Trust me, this place is better.

I'll be fine.

Lily.

I want you to come in
tomorrow for a check-up.

Okay.

It's good to see you, Michael.

You look great.

You, too.

Come on.

I heard you married another
doctor and ran off to Alaska.

Yeah, it's a, uh...
It's a long story.

Well, I'd love to hear it.
(Sighs)

Maybe tonight?

Uh...

I'm in town for our
20th high school reunion.

Right, you told me.

I was on my way to buy
a dress for the party,

and my crazy cabby
rear-ended somebody.

Lily, are you okay?

I sprained my knee.

You know, maybe you
shouldn't leave yet.

Oh...
Lily?

Oh!

(Screaming)

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- I heard her scream.
- The bruise started bleeding again.

I got to drain the blood that's
putting pressure on her brain.

She said she has a boyfriend.
Okay, find her cell phone and call him.

Bag's by the elevator.

Lantz: Where are we, Michael?
Is the hematoma still bleeding?

Michael: Looks like it
clotted off.

Michael: - How's Lily's pressure?
Lantz: - Stable.

Great. All right,
last stitches in.

Thanks, everybody.
Good job.

Um, hey, does,
uh, Zeke Barnes work here?

Uh, yeah, he's just
finishing up with a patient.

Oh, he's out on bail already?

What are you talking about?

They must have dropped the
charges. Hey, there he is!

Hey. Hey.

What, what's that look?

I think I just got punked.

(Chuckles) Scotty Cartolano,

I'm Zeke's evil twin
from another mother.

Kate Sykora, thanks
for the blood pressure jolt.

How's your paw?

It's, uh, it's not so hot.

It's infected.
What'd you do, roll in dirt?

- Yeah, with your sister.
- What happened to the splint I gave you?

I couldn't move
my finger with it on.

That was the point, dumbass.
All right, let's get you

an X-Ray and a dose
of IV antibiotics.

We got to get you better by
tomorrow so you can play.

So, uh, why don't you take me
to get the X-Ray and the

dose of IV antibiotics?

I don't want you
touching me all over.

All right, but only
'cause you're not funny

and I'm taking pity on you.

Behave yourself. She's my boss.

Nothing's broken.

You feeling good otherwise?

All good.

How are you feeling?

I mean, if you don't mind me
saying, you look a little sad.

Excuse me?

Hot, but sad...
in the eyes.

My eyes are up here.

And, uh, I believe
that the love of

a good drummer could
be just what you need.

Tell my husband.

Let the vancomycin
do its thing.

I'll be back to
check on you in a bit.

I'll miss you.

Yeah, looks good.

No disc compression
or, uh, nerve impingement.

So I guess it was just
a pulled muscle, huh?

You just wanted an
excuse to come back here.

Isn't that what
Freud would say?

Yeah, you don't get to use
Psych 101 on me. (Chuckles)

Hey, uh, so Rita told me that
you were in surgery with Lily.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, it went well.

She'll be able to play again.

Piano, she's a virtuoso.

Teaches at Georgetown.

Well, I guess it's
a good thing she

dropped in on you
after all these years.

Yeah, it's not easy to make
a break from Michael Holt.

I could write a book.

You all right?

Yes.

Admit it, you want
your job back.

(Chuckles)

I'm not ready
for that just yet.

What, do you want to
screw up your body some more?

Dive into a volcano to
prove you're alive?

Not exactly.

I think he met someone.

You met someone in Hawaii.

When'd you become
so perceptive?

- See?
- You know, without the threat

of huntington's hanging
over my head, I've just been

enjoying this
new-found freedom.

That is wonderful.

So, who is she?
Hula girl?

(Chuckles) Not even close.

She's an environmental
attorney in Boston.

Her name is Maya Long.

I want to go visit her
and, you know, see if

it's going to turn
into anything.

Sounds good.

Why does he seem
a little nervous?

So what's the, uh, problem?

Well, it just... I mean, it feels
like it could be something real.

You know, something long-lasting
and... I don't know...

It's just been awhile.
(Chuckles)

You'll figure it out.

Both:
Says the expert.

(Chuckles)

Five sessions of
physical therapy.

Take a break from
the thrill rides.

Life is surprising enough.
(Chuckles)

Yo, ugly.
How you doing?

Uh, kind of lousy actually.

Bruising and swelling moving up
your forearm. That's no good.

That's creepy.
No offense. (Chuckles)

You're burning up.
(Knocking)

How's it going in here?

Got a fever and
his arm's ballooning.

Even on vancomycin?

I knew you'd come
crawling back to me.

Let's have a look.

Oh, wow.
I don't like this.

Necrotizing fasciitis.

What else would be
so aggressive?

In English, please.

Flesh-eating bacteria.

(Chuckles)

That's very funny, man. What?

Did you put her up to this?
For payback?

It's no joke, dude.
You could lose your arm.

Lose my arm?
Are you out of your mind?

Kate: Scotty, we need to
get you to the hospital

- for something called wide debridement.
- For a damn cut?

W-w-what's going on?

Bacteria's moving through
your tissues very rapidly.

It's got to be
cut out or it could

cause permanent muscle damage.

My, uh, my hand's numb. I-I
c... I can't move my fingers.

I'm not finding a pulse.

Forearm's firm... I'm gonna flex
your wrist back, all right?

Ow! Ow!

That hurts like hell.

Okay.
Pain, pallor, pulselessness.

Paralysis, paresthesias.

He's got compartment syndrome.

The swelling from
the infection is

stopping the blood flow
to your hand.

We're gonna do a procedure to
relieve the pressure right away.

Okay...

Okay, we're doing a volar incision
to decompress the tension.

I'll put on a bp cuff to
tourniquet the arm.

I don't need to know what
you're doing, j-just do it.

Hey, what is that scar?

Looks like you had a PICC line.

Why do you have
a PICC line scar?

I had lymphoma.

When?

In college.

You didn't think that was
relevant to mention?

Look, I got sick.
I did the chemo.

And I got well.
End of story.

Scotty, you should
have told us.

People who've had cancer,
who've had chemo,

it matters to the doctors
who are treating them.

This might not be
a flesh-eating bacteria.

The reason that the infection
progressed so rapidly,

could be because you have a
compromised immune system.

You think I have cancer again?

Why don't we
save your arm first?

We'll deal with that later.

Beginning fasciotomy.

This is Paul Curtis,
Lily's boyfriend.

Hey. Sorry it took me
so long to get here.

No, you're right on time.

Lily's just waking up.
You can come talk to her.

Oh, okay.
Thank you.

(Monitor beeping)

I'm happy to see you.

We had a close one in there.
You're gonna be fine.

Hey... Lil.
How you feelin'?

Michael, what happened to you?

You look so old.

Hon?

Do I know you?

It's me, Paul.

Have we met before?

Did something happen
when you operated?

- Surgery went well.
- Surgery, um...

Where am I?

Look, Lily, you're in
a patient room in my office.

Look, hey, it's us.

Hon...
Look.

It's us.

I don't know you.

(Sighs) Okay, who is he?

Why am I in that
picture with him?

And why do I look so old?

I'm 17, I'm in high school.

You've had an acc...

You've had an accident.
It's okay.

We're gonna get
you home to D.C.

What is he talking about?
I live here,

- in Manhattan.
- Okay. Lily, you just need to calm down.

You really don't recognize me?

No!
Get this man away from me!

Okay, okay.
Why don't you wait outside?

It's okay.
I'll come back.

(Sighs)

Michael, who is he?

What does he want from me?

What is happening?

Why doesn't Lily recognize me?

The brain holds memory in an area
called the mammillary bodies.

Um, the injury damaged
this region

causing Korsakoff's syndrome...

A neurological disorder
that erases memory.

It's taken Lily back
to high school.

That's why she recognizes
you but not me?

She remembers me as a teenager.
It's why she thinks I'm old now.

How long will it last?

I have to tell you, Paul.
With this type of syndrome,

it is very unlikely
Lily will ever

recover the memory
that she's lost.

You mean me?

I've waited my entire life to
meet someone like Lily.

We've been talking about getting
married. Did she tell you that?

I need to see her again.

I can talk to her. I can help
her. I'll bring her back.

(Phone rings)

(Sighs)

Yeah.

Zeke, it's way too late.
I'm not coming over there now.

All right, well bring him to
Manhattan Memorial,

and I'll have Rita arrange it.

All right.

I pulled some strings.

We're gonna get you over to the
hospital, run some tests tonight.

How come you never
told me about the lymphoma?

I don't know everything that ever
happened to you before we met.

I didn't wanna be cancer guy.

You mean, on top of unfunny guy,
chick repellent guy,

bad drummer guy?

(Chuckles) Shut up, man.
Just call me a cab.

I'm calling you an ambulance.
And I'm going with you.

I don't want you to.

Yeah, well, I am.

(Sighs)

Kate:
Michael.

It's the crack of dawn.

I figured I'd get in
before it gets busy.

What'd you do, sleep here?

No.
Of course not.

You slept here.

You'd be amazed how comfortable
Anton's wellness room is.

- All that good energy.
- Kate.

I just needed a few days away
from Harrison, to clear my head.

Ever hear of a hotel?

Try to be frugal.

Might need my own
divorce lawyer soon.

Well, if you need me to
spot you some cash, you know.

Just so you don't
have to stay here.

Uh, thank you.

I think I should probably go
home and face the music.

Tonight, for sure.

Tomorrow at the latest.
(Chuckles)

Do you have any floss?

Good morning, sunshine.

So I took a look at
your lab results.

Who said you could do that?

State of New York when they
gave me a medical license.

Great, so now every time
I look at you,

I'll remember you're the one
that gave me the news

that my life went back
to full-on sucking?

I'm right, aren't I?

Look, it's not great.
But it's not horrible.

You have something called
myelodysplastic syndrome.

It's from all the chemo
that you had years ago.

Your bone marrow's not
producing enough blood cells.

(Sighs) So, um...

What do they do for that?

Transfusions, growth factors,

to give your marrow a
kick in the ass.

Doesn't sound so bad.

What are you not telling me?

There is a chance that the MDS
could morph into leukemia.

Big chance?
Small chance?

A chance. I have
to run more tests.

This could turn out
all right, man.

Zeke, y-you ever been
really, really sick?

No, man. I've been lucky.

You have no idea.

I'm going to get
you through this.

You got your own
personal doctor, on call,

whatever you need,
whatever happens.

I don't want to be
cancer guy again.

Yo, Michael.

Thanks for the
hook-up last night.

Sure, how's your friend?

Eh, do you know
a good oncologist,

maybe one that
owes you a favor?

You know, call Rita.
Tell her to

put you in touch
with Dr. Henderson.

Maybe I'll ask her, not tell
her... she kinda scares me.

Join the club.

- Good luck with your buddy.
- Hey, Mike.

Would I be pushing if I asked
for one more favor?

Yes, but it never
stopped you before.

We got this gig tonight
at St. Vitus.

And I don't want Scotty to feel
like he's screwing us

by leaving us short a drummer.

And Christina had mentioned
to me that you play.

You want me to fill in?

I got a lot going on.
Another time, though.

All right.
Worth a shot.

Adios.

I tried everything I could
to get her to remember.

When I told her how we met at
Georgetown last year...

We literally ran into each
other, papers flying...

She thanked me for the story
like it never happened.

I have to warn you, Paul.

With this syndrome, her
condition could get a lot worse.

She could lose
more of her memory?

She recognizes you.
You're still her boyfriend,

the drummer.

When Lily gets upset or anxious,

what usually makes
her feel better?

Same as when she was 16...
Those tapes you made her,

"The Holy Trinity."

Mozart, Ella Fitzgerald
and the Stones.

Well, maybe that's the way.

Michael, what are we doing here?

You seem so different.

- I don't understand...
- It's okay, it's okay.

Look...

Why's there a piano here?

You wanna play?

I guess so.

Easy, easy, easy, easy.

(Sighs)

(Classical music plays)

(Sighs)

I like being here with you.

(Chuckles)

This weird, swanky place.

So, piano or drums?

(Russian accent):
Which do you prefer, Michael?

Which do you choose to pursue?

Mrs. Kaminsky,
ninth-grade music teacher.

Duh.

So...

I want to go to med school.

Your talent for music,
why would you waste that?

I need to learn
about the brain.

Because of my
dad's, uh, problems.

Remember when he came to
our middle school concert?

Drunk, and got all
crazy and loud.

Kept shouting "encore" before
the song was finished.

I wanted to crawl
inside my drum set.

Be a brain doctor, Michael,
if that's what you need to do.

I'm gonna be a musician.

Or a music teacher.

Or both.

You'll miss me.

You're right.

That was beautiful.

Thanks.

- Let's play a duet.
- I don't know.

Come on, something upbeat.
Ah...

(Russian accent):
That rock and roll music

you kids worship
like unholy idol.

(Grunts)

(Plays bluesy rhythm)

(Chuckles)

(Murmurs)

(Chuckles)

Come on, keep up.

Ah, my fingers.

What?
They're frozen.

Okay.

M-m-Michael,
my neck hurts.

(Stammers)

Rita!

- What happened?
- She was playing piano, then suddenly

she just couldn't
feel her fingers.

- Then she collapsed.
- Do you know why?

The impact of the head
injury could have caused

a carotid artery dissection

that didn't show up on the CT.

Leading to a massive stroke.

Right there.

A tear in the wall
of the artery

with a clot occluding flow.

I got it.

All right, start her
on IV TPA to bust the clot.

She's posturing.

Could be severe brain damage.

- Okay, where's Paul?
- Oh, uh, he was pacing around reception.

All right, she's got no family

to let us know what measures
to take, so go find him.

Paul... you have
to come back.

Lily's in trouble.

Dr. Holt needs your help
deciding what to do for her.

How can I help?
She doesn't know who I am.

But you know who she is.

You love her.

I loved who she was.

- I know this is difficult.
- It's insane.

It's harder
than losing her altogether.

Don't say that.

My son was in a
terrible accident.

Do you know what that's
like for a mother?

But Michael helped me.

You should tell him what
kind of intervention

Lily'd want in an emergency.

I don't know
that woman up there.

Tell Dr. Holt he should make
any decisions about her health.

(Beeping rapidly)
Let's go, people.

Push 100 of mannitol
to reduce swelling,

start a pentobarb drip
to prevent seizures.

- TPA didn't work?
- No, and a second CT showed

a huge stroke
with severe swelling.

You want a Mayfield clamp?

- No time.
- You're doing a craniectomy?

Anna:
Michael, what's happening?

Is this necessary?

Yes.

If I don't relieve the pressure

caused by the stroke,
she will die.

Colette, shave her head.

This is extreme.

Her pupils are fixed
and dilated.

Keep prepping her for surgery.

Colette:
Yes, sir.

Michael, why are you doing this?

She's my friend,
I am trying to save her life.

Colette: Patient is Lily
Meyerson, emergency craniectomy.

Lily Meyerson... your old
girlfriend, the musician.

Lantz: Michael, I get
that she's your friend,

but her pupils are blown.

There's no way you can reverse
the damage to her brain.

Victor, are you running
this O.R.?

- Maybe it's Lily's time to go.
- It is not her time to go.

Michael, she's brain-
dead, it's hopeless.

I know what I'm doing!

She'll never walk, talk,
or play piano again.

Do you think that's
what she wants?

Michael?

- Michael?
Anna: - There is nothing you can do.

You know that.

Why tear her apart
for no reason?

Are you going to
operate or not?

(Razor buzzing)

Not now.

Keep her on life support.

Just leave it alone,
all right? It's fine.

Doctor:
Scotty?

I'm Dr. Henderson.

It's, it's good to meet you.

Hi, I'm Dr. Barnes.

- Michael Holt and I are colleagues.
- Oh.

I've reviewed the results
of the blood work and biopsy.

You have MDS

with an IPSS risk score
intermediate-two.

Not the best we'd hoped for.

Zeke: It's not the worst,
though, right?

Um, do all those letters

and numbers mean that this is

the "probably going to turn
into leukemia" kind?

It is, I'm sorry.

Now, we want to start you
on an induction chemotherapy

- right away.
- That's what got me here

- to begin with.
- Just let the doctor talk.

We need the chemo now

to beat this thing
back into remission,

so we can move you into the
next phase of treatment.

- Which is...?
- Would you just let the doctor talk?

After that, your best chance...
Actually, your only chance

for a complete cure... would be
a bone marrow transplant.

Okay, see, complete cure, huh?

- Now we're getting somewhere.
- But with

many challenges...
Let's be clear.

What if I just skip the chemo
and I just let it ride

- for a little bit, like, see what happens?
- Don't listen to him.

- He's not skipping anything.
- Hey, you try puking

for hours on end,

mouth sores that feel like
somebody took a cheese grater

to the inside of your cheeks,

then you get down
to a svelte 98 pounds,

and you lose every bit
of hair that you have,

including your pubes,

and then, then you get to
make the decisions. Okay?

I know this is hard
for you to take in,

especially since you already
went through lymphoma.

I'll make sure that he
understands everything.

- Zeke, would you just shut up already?
- I'm trying to help you.

How many bone marrow transplants
have you done, huh?

Would you stop acting
like such a know-it-all?

You know what? I'll come back
when it's a better time.

No, no, no, you stay.

Fine.

- Don't talk to me.
- Michael...

And stay the hell
out of my O.R.

You were flogging your patient.
Lily was never going to respond.

- Don't tell me how to do my job.
- We promised each other

that if we ever disagreed about
a case, we would say something.

That was years ago,
when you were alive.

Do you have any idea what
it was like for me in there?

Lily is one of the few people
that I trusted as a kid.

I know it's unfair, and it must
hurt like hell letting her go.

What, so that's
why you're here...

To, to guide me
through the pain?

You tell me.

You're dead, Anna,
you are a memory.

- Then why am I standing here?
- I don't know,

but I'm so sick and tired
of you haunting my thoughts

and trying to make me
into somebody that I'm not!

Then why don't you move on?!

Get out, get out,
just get out of my life!

E-Mo:
Michael?

Who were you yelling at?

No one.

Just, uh, just talking
to myself.

No, you were arguing
with someone.

- Who?
- I just told you...

No one.

Hi.

What brings you here?

I came to see
how Scotty's doing.

He's an ass.

You want coffee?

No, thanks.

What happened?

He's threatening not
to do the chemo...

And he's yelling at me like
this whole thing is my fault.

Who else is he going
to yell at?

You're his friend, you're safe.

You know, it's hard
to make good friends

when you're our age.

I mean, you meet people,

everyone's busy doing
their own thing.

Scotty, ah, we've only known
each other a couple years,

but he's like a brother...

One who kept a
really big secret.

Well, maybe he didn't want
you looking at him funny

every time he sneezed.

Have you told him
what he means to you,

or you guys are just too busy

calling each other names
and being dudes?

Yep, figures.

My mom's sick.

End-stage emphysema.

I didn't know, I'm sorry.

She spent every penny she
had on med school for me.

Now she's dying and
Scotty could be, too.

There's not a damn thing I can
do to fix either one of them.

Zeke, you got to let
the specialists

take care of Scotty now.

That's what he said...
Not as nicely, though.

You're impossible.

Come with me.

Kate:
Okay, Scotty, listen.

Whoa, I-I'm listening.

Hello, by the way.

I know you're pissed,
all right?

This is awful that this is
happening to you all over again,

so now is not the time to be
pushing your friends away.

Zeke means well.

He's just trying to
get control over this.

He's doing that for you,
so don't be a jerk to him.

See?

(Scoffs)

Okay, and as for you,
Dr. Means Well,

this is your best bud.

All right, tell him you are
sorry this is happening,

you love him,

and you will do everything
you can for him as a friend,

not a doctor.

I think my work here is done.

(Door closes)

Wow.

Yeah, right?

So what do you need?

I need...

To not be having cancer again.

Maybe a cheeseburger,
some French fries

while I can still eat 'em
without puking.

So you're gonna do the chemo?

Keep my drums warm, okay?

You know, they got
some really effective

antinausea drugs
these days, and...

I'm sorry, man.

Friend. Not doctor.
I got it.

There's a place, actually,
a few blocks from here

does a really good burger.

I think they deliver.

(Dialing)

I'm sorry this is happening
to you, Scotty.

I know.

And, uh...

All the rest of the things
that she said...

I know, man.

You decided to stay?

Why wouldn't I?

You prescribed five sessions.

Right.

I jus...
Do you need anything?

No, I'm cool.

Do you?

Nope.

Michael?

You didn't track me down
to check

to make sure I was doing
my exercises.

What's up?

You were right.

About?

(Sighs)

When you came into my office,

I, uh, I was yelling at someone.

Who?

(Chuckles)

You know, I owe you, man.

You helped me to face
this whole Huntington's thing,

and that led me to Hawaii
which led me to Maya.

So, why don't you let me help
you the way you helped me?

Who were you
yelling at, Michael?

Anna.

My, uh, ex-wife.

Your dead ex-wife?

Yes.

She died and then, uh...

Then she came back.

Do you see
what I'm trying to say?

I think so.

She visits you.

(Chuckles) Yeah.

I know, uh, it sounds crazy.

But I had an MRI
to rule out a tumor,

I had an EEG
to rule out seizures,

I even had my apartment checked

to rule out
carbon monoxide poisoning.

I have no other symptoms.

Do you believe in ghosts?

No.

(Sighs) Well...

You don't seem crazy to me,
and I am the professional.

(Laughs)

- There's no explanation.
- You know, when I first met you,

I knew you were dealing
with some heavy stuff,

but this is...

Interesting.

Can I

make a friendly suggestion?

Yeah.

If somebody was talking
to me from the beyond,

I'd damn well listen
to what they had to say.

Stop trying to define Anna,

and just think about what
purpose she serves in your life.

Maybe she's

visiting you to...

Wake you up to something.

To yourself.

(Monitor beeping)

I need a minute.

Of course.

(Door closes)

Lily.

(Classical piano music plays)

I know you wouldn't want
to be like this.

So I'm going to let you go.

(Beeping)

(Sighs)

♪ ♪

(elevator dings)

Michael.

What are you doing here?

I came to see Zeke's friend,

and I have a couple
patients upstairs.

Where are you headed?

Uh, to get some air.

You okay?

What's wrong?

Nothing.

(Whispering):
Good God.

Can't you men ever say
what you're feeling?

You know, I practically
just had to knock

Zeke and Scotty's heads
together to get them talking?

My own husband can't
bring himself to tell me

he's thinking of leaving me.

Which, by the way, when I
mentioned to you this morning,

you don't ask me what's wrong.

You offer me money,
which is nice,

but so not the point.

And now there is obviously
something going on with you

and you...

(Elevator dings)

(Doors open)

Michael?

I have to go back
to the office now.

So, what are we opening with?

You got to be kidding me.

- I knew you'd show up.
- No, you didn't.

- Yes, I did.
- Thanks for guarding my beer for me.

Anytime.

Showtime.

(Applause) Sit with me.

I can't.

Seriously?

(Cheering)

Hey.

Thanks for coming out.

Tonight's show is
for our boy, Scotty.

You ready?

What are we playing?

"Only You Know And I Know."
You know that one?

Yeah.

- Yeah?
- One, two,

three, four.

(Rock song begins)

♪ Only you know and I know ♪

♪ all the lovin' we've
got to show ♪

♪ so don't refuse
to believe it ♪

♪ by reading too many meanings ♪

♪ 'cause you know ♪

♪ that I mean what I say ♪

♪ so don't go ♪

♪ and never take me
the wrong way ♪

♪ you know you can't go on
getting in your own way ♪

♪ 'cause if you do ♪

♪ it's gonna get
you someday, yeah ♪

♪ only you know and I know,
only you know... ♪

==sync, correction by dcdah==
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