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E.R.

Previously on ER...

- What's your name?
- Gail. She's 10 days. Is she okay?

Pulse ox is falling. You need
to get this baby off the table.

- I'm getting Keaton.
- No.

- I don't want you near my patients.
- I don't need your approval.

Because you arrogantly and blindly
think you have all the answers.

If the baby dies, it's
my responsibility but your fault.

"No Brain, No Gain"

- Hi, Mark.
- Hi, Susan.

- Excuse me?
- What?

- You just called me "Susan. "
- No, I didn't.

Yeah, you did.
Guess she's on your mind.

Not necessarily.

- I wish you guys would just get married.
- What?

You're perfect for each other.
You almost went on vacation together.

- You knew about that?
- Mark, everybody knew about that.

- What I don't get is why you backed out.
- She didn't want me to go.

- Mark, she wanted you to go.
- She did?

- Oh, yeah.
- Nobody told me.

Look, just do us all a favor, ask her out.
We need some fresh gossip around here.

Oh, man! I need some sleep.

You? At least you get off
in 11 hours. I've got 18 to go.

Where's Benton? Still in the ER?

No, he's where he's been
most of the last six days.

- Still with that baby?
- I'm telling you, the man is obsessed.

Damn it, Edson!
I told you to keep an eye on him.

- That's what I told the nurses.
- We must find him.

I'll find him.
He's probably in the cafeteria.

He better not have eaten.

Have you seen a male patient
about this tall, kind of peculiar?

- Sorry.
- Lost one, huh?

Yeah, great case.

Guy's got a big tumor in his throat.
He needs an esophagectomy.

Anspaugh brought in some hotshot from
Japan, and the patient goes AWOL.

- Tough break.
- You guys help me find him...

- ... I'll get you in on the surgery.
- We'll keep our eyes open.

Thanks, dudes.

He's got a sweet tooth,
so check the vending machines.

Yeah, right.

Last shift, he left me
three lines to change.

I had to pick up his labs.

- Have you had breakfast yet?
- I'm starving.

- You paged me?
- Her abdomen is distended.

She's hemorrhaging. We need
to take her off the anticoagulants.

- That means taking her off the machine.
- Can she live off it?

I doubt she'll last the day,
but there's no other choice.

- We should get her to the O.R.
- Her platelets are too low.

- Then we gotta transfuse her.
- We just did.

Look, Dr. Keaton,
we gotta try something.

At this point, the best thing
we can do for her is to do nothing.

I also think that for the time being...

...you should be more of an observer
than an active participant.

- You mean on this case?
- On all the cases.

Dr. Keaton, I'd do anything
to undo what I did. But I can't.

This isn't a punishment,
but you tend to act without thinking.

If you want to grow as a surgeon,
you've gotta learn more patience.

Hear ye. Hear ye. Who wants taffy?

- Homemade, per chance?
- Saltwater. Pulled it myself.

- Don't mind if I do.
- Excuse me.

Do you have change
for the candy machine?

- Let me see. Quarters okay?
- Yes.

- Excuse me, cuz. You owe me a buck.
- I don't have one.

Then you're SOL.

- Conni's sick. We gotta call in a float.
- I already did.

Call them back. I want
to approve whoever they send.

- Why?
- Could someone call Security?

There's a man
urinating in the phone booth.

- That's why.
- Did anyone hear me?

Yes, but you don't need Security.

You need a mop.
The mop is in the corner.

I don't mop.

- Way to go, Jer.
- How was I supposed to know?

I wonder how long we can sit here
before anyone notices we're missing.

- You just jinxed it.
- What do you mean?

- That's what I mean.
- It's Benton.

Couldn't happen to a nicer-

- What's that?
- The ER.

- Do you want to trade?
- No way.

- John, hi.
- Hi, Dr. Keaton.

I got that review article you dropped off
on congenital hernias.

I heard you were doing one.
I didn't know if you had read it.

- Actually, I helped edit it.
- Well, then...

It was very sweet of you.

See you.

Anything going on
I should know about?

Please!

And when was your last
bowel movement?

Well, technically, that would've been
Monday afternoon.

- Monday afternoon.
- Which is a little unusual for me.

- I'm generally a morning person.
- Morning person.

And then sometimes in the evening,
I pass a little gas.

Gas in the evening.

- We don't take lengthy histories in the ER.
- I believe in being thorough.

When your patient is in for an
extended stay, that may be appropriate.

- But down here, we keep it short.
- That's not the way I do things.

The longer it takes, the longer
the patient waits in distress.

Well, that's all right.
We were having a nice little chat.

Anything else?

- Now, where were we?
- Gas in the evenings.

We'll need some saline,
some 4.0 nylon and a suture setup.

Coming up.

I know the squirrels look cute, Arthur,
but I wouldn't try petting one again.

He was trying to eat it.

- You all right, Wendy?
- It's not me.

- He's choking!
- His airway's blocked.

- Oh, my God! It's my taffy!
- I'm gonna try to Heimlich him.

- It was meant for the staff.
- He's dying! Wanna give me a hand?

One, two, three!

God.

There's still a lot more.

- How much did you make?
- Two pounds.

Get a McGill and hook up the suction.
Arthur, go to the waiting room.

What's a patient in
a surgical gown doing here anyway?

Call upstairs. I think we just found
Dale's AWOL patient.

Just lay back, sir.

- Where do you want him?
- What's this?

13-year-old. Full arrest.
Took two bullets to chest and belly.

Been working on him for 15.

- Any signs of life?
- Negative.

Let's transfer him over.
Give me four units of O-negative.

On my count. One, two, three.

- Here's one entry.
- I got the other.

What happened?

- Some gang thing.
- He's a banger. Look at the tats.

Flatline.

How long was he down
before you got there?

Five to 10 minutes.

- Anyone give him CPR?
- No, they were standing around.

- So he was down for 20 minutes?
- At least.

Pupils are fixed and dilated.
This kid is dead. Very dead.

- Calling it?
- Yeah.

Time of death: 8:26.

This the GSW?

- He's been down for 20 minutes.
- Giving up on him?

There was no sign of life
in the field.

Lydia, start bagging him.
Thoracotomy tray.

- Peter, I called it.
- Let's get a cutdown on the ankles.

This kid has been down for 20 minutes.
His brain is mush.

-10-blade.
- His parents don't want him ripped open.

- I'm sure they want us to do our best.
- Lydia, go get Mark. Go get Mark!

Put the O-neg on the rapid infuser.
Rib spreader! Let's go, Chuny.

- God, it's like rubber!
- It's all in the cornstarch.

Scissors.

Yes. I think it is coming loose.

- What are you doing to my patient?
- He swallowed 2 pounds of taffy.

Saltwater.

There it is!

Shame on you, Mr. Percy. You know
better than to eat before surgery.

- I'm sorry.
- No harm done.

- Nothing can get past that tumor.
- We need to move.

All right, let's take him up.

Hey, Dale. Remember me?

Oh, yeah, John. I'd ask you to join us,
but we're a little crowded.

We can make room.
After all, Carter saved your keister.

- Did you consent Mr. Percy?
- Yes. All that's left is an art line.

Carter, do the line.
Edson, prep the O.R.

Dr. Okida likes the temperature
to be precisely 67 degrees.

Precisely.

- Got the O-neg running?
- Two lines, wide open.

- What's the story?
- Kid was down 20 minutes. I called it.

- Peter's playing God.
- Kid was out in the cold.

- Peter started, might as well finish.
- He's dead.

Maybe.

This was my patient.

I assessed him as unsalvageable
and you should support my assessment.

- He's not just your patient, Doug.
- Put your finger in the hole.

High-dose epi.

Start internal massage.

- Like this?
- Just keep squeezing.

- Anything?
- Still flatline.

It jumped.

- He's got a rhythm.
- That's the epi, not his heart.

- That's more than the epi.
- All right, you brought him back.

- Great, his heart's back. His head's dead.
- You don't know that.

All right. Call the O.R. Tell them
we're on our way. Here we go, people.

Let's move. Thanks, Haleh.
Here we go.

- Hello, Dr. Lewis.
- What's the matter, E-Ray?

- I just don't feel like myself.
- Fever?

No, but I had an MRl yesterday
on my shoulder. An old conga injury.

And ever since I just feel off.
Could it be radiation sickness?

MRls aren't radioactive. They
just scramble your electrons a bit.

- Forever?
- No, just for a few seconds.

- That's odd.
- What?

My watch stopped.

- Oh, my God!
- What?

My watch stopped last night.
Right after the MRl.

And the toaster.

- What toaster?
- My toaster.

It shorted out this morning.
I've had that toaster for 10 years.

So...

Could the MRl have rearranged
my molecules, causing me...

...to radiate some sort of
bizarre electronic interference?

No. Follow the light with your eyes.

What light?

That's funny.

What have we got, Peter?

13-year-old GSW to the abdomen
and pulmonary artery.

Got his heart back in the ER.

- Down time?
-15 minutes.

Closer to 20. But he was out in the cold,
so we may be able to save his brain.

- Giving odds?
- Dr. Greene agreed we should keep trying.

This could take all day.
In for a penny, in for a pound.

- He's bleeding from the belly.
- I'd go for a midline incision.

- I thought I was supposed to observe.
- In this case, I'll make an exception.

It's all yours.

All right. Mark a 9:35 start time.

- Mark, we've got a 10-foot fall.
- Where from?

A tree.
Taking pictures in Grant Park.

- Dizzy? Nauseous?
- Dizzy, yes. Nauseous, no.

- What were you taking pictures of?
- Birds.

Turn.

- Haven't they gone south?
- Not the ones I'm interested in.

Well, seems okay to me.

Why don't you take her to Curtain Area 2
and I'll be there in a minute.

- Susan.
- Hi.

You want to go out tonight?

Yeah, sure. I'd love to.

But I can't.
I have something planned.

- So you can't.
- I guess not.

- Maybe some other time.
- Sure.

We need to talk.

Dr. Lewis?
Dr. Morgenstern is on the line.

I'll call you tonight.

Okay, Mr. Percy. We need-

Mr. Percy?

- Mr. Percy?
- Who's there?

It's Dr. Carter.

I take it you have some reservations
about the surgery.

Do you have change
for the candy machine?

You can't eat
with that tumor in your throat.

Eloise put a Hershey bar
in the blender, and I drank it.

Do you know you're about
to have a very serious operation?

There's no blender here. I asked.

Has someone gone over
the risks with you?

Another time, she blended up a Snickers.

The trouble was...

...the nougat got caught in the straw.

You ever have a Zagnut?

I love Zagnuts.

- They're my favorites.
- Mine too.

Mr. Percy, do you want
to have this operation?

Can I just have change
for the candy machine?

Is it ready?

- Not quite.
- What are you doing?

Mixing an enema.
"White and brown," I call it.

Milk and molasses.

- Did a doctor order this?
- I know when somebody needs an enema.

We give people an enema in a box.
We don't spend time mixing up a recipe.

- I do.
- Not anymore, you don't.

I'll take over.
Change the beds in Exam 4.

- You can't do that.
- I'm the charge nurse. I'm in charge.

- I don't want a new nurse.
- You're in luck. You can go home.

Where are your clothes?

Hello.

Your CT is fine.
I don't see any birds in here.

I'll let you in on a secret.

- I'm more than just a bird watcher.
- Really?

I'm a comparative anthropologist
doing a field study...

...on the mating rituals
of man and bird.

- Sounds like interesting work.
- It is. Take those two over there.

Notice the occasional lateral
body contact...

...initiated by her,
then reciprocated by him.

Yeah.

Identical to the courtship dance
of the sharp-tailed grouse.

- Really?
- Oh, yeah.

Check out those two at the desk.

Do you see how he puffs his chest
and strokes his goatee?

Same as the slender-billed shearwater.

- Oh, look at that!
- What?

- Her frontal-neck presentation.
- What does that mean?

In the nuthatch,
it's an invitation to love.

- She is shameless!
- What?

See how she strokes her throat
with her finger?

What does that mean?

The corresponding behavior
in the spoonbill would be to bend over...

...and shake her tail feathers
in his face.

I need some moist lap pads
to pack off the liver.

Bad news for the gallbladder.
The bullet tore through the common duct.

- What's your plan?
- Pack and stitch off the liver...

...put in three or four Jackson-Pratts,
move on to the gallbladder.

Sounds good. I'd love to stay,
but I have a cystic hygroma.

Shirley, is Dr. Maxwell
available to supervise?

He's resecting a bowel,
but Dr. Breedlove is around.

- Breedlove? I thought he died.
- I saw him in the hall.

Breedlove would be perfect.
Track him down, Shirley.

3.0 on a needle. Let's move!

- Jerry, did my blood test come back?
- Not yet.

- Damn.
- What?

The computer just went down.

Why don't you have a seat right there.

Here's your aftercare,
your prescription and your enema.

- Instructions are inside.
- I know all about them.

Someone from the home
is gonna be here any minute.

I'll believe that when I see it.

- Mark, what are you doing?
- Do you see what I see?

Susan's talking to Morgenstern.
So what?

He's stroking himself,
puffing out his chest...

...like a slender-billed something
or other.

She's giving him full frontal neck.

What are you talking about?

You'd know if you were a nuthatch.

Mark, are you okay?

She turned me down.

- Susan?
- Now I know why.

- Oh, God! She's stroking her neck.
- So?

Why doesn't she just bend over
and shake her tail feathers in his face?

- Did you consent Mr. Percy?
- Yeah, why?

He couldn't reiterate the risks to me.
He only wants to talk about chocolate.

He's just in denial.
Candy's his way of coping.

This is a high-risk procedure on
a guy that can't carry a conversation.

- He signed the consent.
- He's not qualified to make decisions.

- I disagree.
- Let's see what a shrink says.

You wanna delay Anspaugh's surgery
with Dr. Okida...

...because you aren't comfortable
with the patient's mental status?

I'll get a stat Psych consult.
If he agrees with me, I'll tell Anspaugh.

- What happened?
- Doug tried to explain things...

...and the guy just went postal.

- It's a scratch on his finger!
- A serious infection.

Who are you to tell me what to do?

He's gonna be treated,
or I'll call the cops.

- What is this about?
- This young man...

...he has an infected human bite.

His father won't let me put him
on IV antibiotics.

- It's a free country. We want to go.
- Hold on. Can I see the x-ray?

The infection could be in the joint.

Let me see you guys outside.

We'll be right with you.

- He could lose his finger.
- There's no sign of osteomyelitis.

It could develop.

Took his dad two days to bring him in.
He won't be back.

I agree an IV course
is the best way to go.

But we shouldn't call the police
if he can be treated with oral antibiotics.

Fine. You do what you want.

- Psych consult come down?
- Still waiting.

- Time's up.
- Mr. Percy.

Do you want to go through
with this surgery or not?

Can I have change
for the candy machine?

- Art line in?
- It's in.

- Let's take him, Oki.
- Okey-dokey.

Dr. Anspaugh, you should know
that Mr. Percy seems more interested...

...in talking about candy
than having surgery.

Don't worry.

You can have all the candy you want...

...as soon as we get that tumor
out of the way.

Coming, John?

- I'm due for my break.
- We don't take scheduled breaks.

When it gets slow,
we rotate out for 10 minutes.

It's in the contract.

- Is a little flexibility too much to ask?
- Nurse.

Whose patient is she?

She's not. She was discharged
to her nursing home.

Her nursing home ain't gonna take her.
She just had an accident.

What kind of accident?

The loose, runny kind
that makes a puddle on the floor.

Nurse. Oh, nurse.

I believe the mop is over there.

More O-chromic on a liver needle. Cut.

Box!

You Benton?

Sam Breedlove. Where are we?

Just finished the pneumonectomy.

Almost done with the liver.
Got a gallbladder to go.

Take wider bites,
and don't tie so tight.

Okay.

- More 3.0 Vicryl.
- Good stuff, Vicryl.

- Closest thing to catgut.
- Surgeons still use that?

Not these days. It's a shame.
Nothing ties like catgut.

- Got a bleeder.
- Is it new?

Sure is.

- Where is it coming from?
- Aorta. More suction.

- We got a pumper.
- Damn. Blew a clot.

Put your finger on it!

- Satinsky.
- I got it.

- Clamps here.
- Clamps.

- Still falling.
- Débride and sew with 3.0 Prolene.

- Vascular needle, now.
- Internal paddles.

Charging 20. Clear.

- Still in fib.
- Charging 30. Clear.

- No change.
- Charging 40. Clear.

Got it back.

- Still at it, huh?
- Lot of work to save an organ donor.

- Wait! Lost it.
- Charging 40. Clear.

Charging. Clear! 50.

Susan and Morgenstern?
I don't believe it.

The more I think about it,
the more sense it makes.

She's been preoccupied lately,
distracted, avoiding me.

Now that I think about it,
I did see her...

...and Morgenstern having lunch
the other day.

See? I waited too long.
That's my chance. Blew it.

- I can't believe that we got him back.
- Kid's got good protoplasm.

Set him up for an apnea test.
See if he's got any brain left.

- Do you think he's got a chance?
- Well, he's made it this far.

Dr. Benton? The boy's mother.

Do you want to talk to her?

Not yet. I want to assess
his brain function first.

- I'll go talk to her.
- All right.

Don't get her hopes up.

- How's the Herlihy baby?
- Still alive the last time I checked.

My foot!

Sal Urbanski.

Playing football in the street,
went man-for-man with a Buick.

Right foot ripped off at the ankle.
He's shocky. Lost a liter at the scene.

- Where's the foot?
- Between his legs.

- Why is he holding a football?
- He says it's his lucky ball.

- How lucky can it be?
- At least he didn't fumble.

All right, let's get 6 units O-neg,
CBC, type and cross.

On my count.

One, two, three.

- Get his foot on ice.
- I got it.

Someone call Vascular
and page the Reimplantation team.

Aye-aye.

Stand by with morphine, 4 mgs.

The pressure dressing isn't working.
I need a thigh cuff.

Thank you.

Oki is freeing up the esophagus
posteriorly with his fingers.

Dale, you're in a position
to displace it laterally.

- I can free it up anteriorly.
- You stick to suction, Carter.

- I can feel it coming loose.
- Suction.

Suction! You're falling asleep!

As Oki cuts along the sternocleidomastoid
down towards the carotid sheath...

- ... what's he gotta watch out for, Carter?
- Not to nick any arteries?

- Dale?
- The vagus nerve...

- ... that runs through the sheath.
- Very good. Dale is smart.

Are those little bubbles
on the lung normal?

- Bubbles?
- What bubbles?

Those ones right there
where Dale just moved the esophagus.

- You tore lung pleura.
- I didn't feel it tear.

Congratulations, Edson, you've just
given Mr. Percy a pneumothorax.

- I can put in a chest tube.
- Yes, put a tube in now.

Dale, wanna hold that for me, please?

Scalpel.

- Chest tube. 32 French.
- Scissors.

Got it.

That was a nice catch, Carter.

- Where is my suction?
- I'm sorry.

- Give me the football, sir.
- Don't lose it. It's signed by Ditka.

Don't worry.
I'll put it with your clothes.

- BP's down to 60.
- Let's get another line going.

Start the rapid infuser.

Hey there, sports fans.
Someone called for a vascular surgeon?

- It's about time.
- Don't get fresh with me, lassie.

BP's down to 40.

- Ice is here.
- Put it on the foot.

- I'm in trouble here.
- What, you can't find a vein?

- No. Itchy in my mush.
- Your mustache?

Would you be so kind?
Left side, near my nose.

That's it. That's my spot.

- That's my spot.
- Want me to help you?

- No. Susan's got it. I'm in.
- Hook it up.

Let's get him upstairs.
The Reimplantation team awaits.

- Have we got the foot?
- Right here.

- I'll see you later.
- Yeah.

Dr. Benton, the boy's
mother wanted to watch.

- I said I'd have to come ask you.
- All right.

Tell her to come in.

This is Mrs. Dorsett.

I'm Dr. Benton.

I took your son off the ventilator to test
if his brain will trigger him to breathe.

- I don't understand.
- If we see your son take a breath...

...that means
his brain function is intact.

If there's no attempt to breathe,
then that's a sign of brain death.

PCO-2 is 60.

- It's high enough to make him breathe.
- How long will it take?

We'll know in 10 seconds.

I'm sorry.

You wanted to see me?

Yes, I did.

- How many shifts you work a week? Four?
- Usually.

As long as we don't work
the same four, we'll get along great.

- Is this about that kid's finger?
- You don't respect my decisions.

Professional differences happen.
You can't take it personally.

It's entirely personal.

You've been on a moral high horse
since I came in with that OD.

What do you expect when you drag
your dirty laundry through the door?

But it's not personal, right?

Who are you kidding?

Mrs. Urbanski,
your husband's up in surgery.

The surgeons are gonna try
and reattach his foot.

But is he all right?

He lost some blood,
but he's gonna be fine.

- Here's his stuff.
- Thank you.

He seemed very concerned
about his Mike Ditka football.

- He loves the Bears.
- I'll find someone to bring you up.

Wendy? Can you bring
Mrs. Urbanski up to Surgery for me?

- How are we doing?
- Ready when you are.

- Let's bring in the foot.
- What the hell...?

Oh, my God! I'm so-
Oh, my God!

In and out, under two hours.
Oki's amazing.

- I appreciate you inviting me along.
- I'm glad we did.

Otherwise we might not have seen
the pneumothorax.

I have two hours until my flight.
Want to eat?

If you're buying.

Why don't you join us, Carter?

Edson, monitor Mr. Percy in Recovery.

It was an honest mistake.
A mix-up.

It was the most incompetent,
horrifying thing I've ever seen.

And because you didn't ice the foot,
they can't reattach it.

- Please don't write me up.
- If anyone deserves it, it's you.

Fine! Go ahead!

Do their dirty work for them.
That's what they want.

Whose dirty work?

Hospital Administration. I'm nine months
away from getting my maximum pension.

They're trying to force me out.

That's why they send me
where I don't know what I'm doing.

You're right.
You don't know what you're doing.

They want to replace people like me
with cheaper aides.

If they know the difference between
a football and a foot, I'll take them.

I am not gonna let you put me through
the humiliation of a review board.

- Not after 22 years.
- Watch me.

Don't bother. I quit.

Dr. Keaton said her oxygen level
is as low as it can go.

It's only a matter of time.

Thank you for everything
you've done for Megan.

- What happened to that float?
- She quit, thank God.

She told me Admin was trying to make
her quit before her pension maxed out.

- That's why they floated her down here.
- She gave me the same line. It's bull.

- They're floating me to Neuro.
- What?

Starting tomorrow, the hospital's
floating me there three times a week.

- When does your pension max out?
- In a year.

So maybe it was personal.

Go ahead and say it.
I'm a sanctimonious...

...judgmental, self-righteous,
sexually frustrated little man.

- Well, you're not little.
- Thank you.

I'd hate to think that my personal pique
could color my professional decisions.

But it happens.
And it probably happened today.

You don't need to beat me up
about making a mess out of my life.

I like to do that myself.

Though it may not be
the healthiest approach.

- You know, I'm seeing a shrink.
- That's a good step.

- Man or a woman?
- A woman.

Don't worry. She's 62 years old.

- Freudian?
- Yeah.

Sorry, I couldn't resist.

I hate you. You know that?

I know.

Take it, Oki.

Rough day, huh?

- You knew it would be, didn't you?
- I had an idea.

Well, I guess I did
exactly what you said.

Rushed ahead, didn't think.

Did you actually believe
you could save that boy?

I never worked so hard or performed
more surgery than I did today.

When I took that vent off...

...I absolutely thought
that kid would breathe.

Did you check on the Herlihy baby?

Couple of hours ago.

I can't face those parents.

You should check on her before you go.

The guy walks in the room,
and every vending machine goes kaput.

- I don't believe it.
- Ready? I got the keys.

- Are we going through with this?
- Yes, I'm desperate.

You are nuts. MRls do not cause
negative force fields.

I think we better take the stairs.

Dale, my hale and hearty friend,
today was a blast.

Not bad.
Too bad Mr. Percy stroked out.

- What did you say?
- Didn't you hear?

No.

Went to check on him,
he couldn't even talk.

- You're kidding.
- No.

Nothing left to do
but turn and water him.

Shame you backed off on that Psych
consult. Could've saved his life.

Too bad you didn't have the balls.

You smug son of a bitch!

What the hell is going on here?

We were just discussing
the finer points of informed consent.

What is wrong with you guys?

She and Morgenstern are going out.
I can live with that.

What bothers me is that
she didn't tell me about it.

If I was going out with Morgenstern,
I wouldn't tell anybody.

Susan and I are supposed to be friends.
I mean, how did this happen?

- How serious is it?
- Ask her.

You want me to go to her apartment,
knock on the door and say:

"What's up with you and Morgenstern? "

- That would be one way.
- That's not my style.

Mark, you might want to think
about changing your style.

Okay, E-Ray.
What's that key sequence?

Control, A-Q-R,
and then push the pound key.

- Hurry up. Someone's coming.
- Close the door.

Okay, here goes.

Control, A-Q-R, pound.

Good job, Jerry.

Don't leave me in too long.

Fifteen seconds should be enough
to reverse my polarity.

This Radiology tech stuff
isn't so hard.

I can feel the difference. I'm me again.

- Now turn it off.
- What's the sequence for that?

Isn't there a switch?

- Which one?
- There should be a kill switch.

- A big, red button.
- What about this?

- Oh, my God!
- Jerry, what are you doing?

- I don't know!
- What are you doing?

- I don't know. I don't know!
- Pull the plug!

- Oh, my God!
- Pull the plug!

Medicine is supposed to be a noble
profession, not a motorcycle club.

Why were you fighting?

- It was stupid, Dr. Keaton.
- Abby. I'm listening.

There was a patient scheduled
for high-risk surgery.

Clearly non compos mentis.

And I knew I should've called
the Psych consult down to clear him.

But...

...I didn't. I was too afraid of...

...pissing off the surgeons to speak up.

- What happened?
- He stroked out.

He should never have had the surgery.
And I knew it.

At least you care about your patients.
A lot of surgeons don't.

They don't?

- Dr. Keaton...
- Abby.

Abby.

- Who is it?
- It's Mark.

- I just called you.
- Are you alone?

So I'll make this easy.

- I know about you and Morgenstern.
- You do?

So how long you been
seeing each other?

- You mean as in "going out"?
- Yeah.

Mark, we're not.

- You're not?
- No.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

So are you seeing anybody?

Maybe we should sit down.

Morgenstern has been helping me
get my transcripts together.

Transcripts?

- I'm leaving my Residency.
- You're quitting?

- Transferring.
- Where?

Phoenix.

When I was there
visiting Chloe and Susie...

...I just got this feeling, like this is
where I'm supposed to be right now.

And I don't have anything here
in Chicago, really.

- I mean-
- I know what you mean.

And after I've decided,
I just feel happy.

For the first time in a long time...

...like I'm finally moving on with my life.

That's great.

God.

So you're sure?

Yeah, I am.

I don't know what to say.

I know. I'm gonna miss you.

I am gonna miss you too.

- Kit, is the pulse-ox monitor right?
- Yes, it is.

- What did you do?
- Nothing.

About an hour ago,
she just started getting better.