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I was not
a typical teenager.

That doesn't make it OK
for a grown woman

to start a relationship
with a minor.

I'm not a victim here.

You wouldn't even be here
now if it wasn't for me,

for what we had.

You loved me.

I did love you.

Today was a particularly
stressful day.

It's not just today.

My nurses are
regularly missing breaks

and being asked to perform
duties that are outside

of our job description.

After I got sober,
it took my family a while

to trust me again,
but they did.

Except my sister, Lizzie.

I got your message.

And I was hoping
we could talk?

You're up early.

Hey, Dad.

So how's Florida
treating you?

Not--not good, I expect.

Um, something's happened.

Are you OK?

I'm fine.

But I'm at the hospital.

Why are you at the hospital?

The ambulance
brought Mom here.

She went on a bender,

tripped, and...

hit her head
on the kitchen counter.

It caused a brain bleed.

Subdural or--or epidural?

Uh--never mind.

Just--just, uh, put me
on the phone with her doctor.

She's gone, Dad.

I'm so sorry, Son.

Um...

I will...

catch the next flight down
and, uh...

I'll help you figure
everything out.

There's nothing you can do.

Mom didn't want a funeral
and she wanted to be cremated.

Oh, Dad, I'm sorry, I gotta go.

They need me for something.

Yeah, of course.
All right.

Shoot, uh--

Oh, who's that
handsome devil?

I assume that's
a rhetorical question,

since I obviously
haven't aged a day.

Is that Leanne?

In happier times, yeah.

Yeah, you said
she'd been struggling.

Is she doing better now?

far as I know.

Oh, that's good to hear.

Look, I--I have a favor to ask,
Dean.

I need you to run the ED today
as chief.

Uh, you finally came to your
senses and demoted Lenox?

No--no.

She's taking a personal day.

Oh. Lenox and personal
are two words

I never thought
I'd hear the same sentence.

Be nice.

I'd be happy to fill in.

Thank you. Warning.

You're going to be
short-staffed

without Lenox and Ripley.

That's what makes it fun,
Sharon.

Hey, I hear you're
back in charge today.

Mm. Head's already heavy
with the crown.

Stop.
You love the crown.

Even a temporary one.

Mm. Oh, boy.

Someone's chipper today.

You and Ripley giving it
another go, are you?

Guess that's a no.

I am chipper today.

Lizzie came over last night.

We went hard
at her baby registry,

and there might have
been some baking.

It was really nice.

Ah, sounds like
you got your sister back.

Yeah.

I think so.

Best not let the past fester.

What's wrong?

What? Just--

just being
my curmudgeonly self.

- Don't do that.
- Don't do what?

Just pretend that
everything's OK

when clearly it's not.

I don't have time
for this today.

Oh, fine. I--I--I--

Fine.

What?

Good timing, Chief.

We got a kid
with cardiac issues

pulling into the ambo bay.

All right. What's, uh--
what's with all the new faces?

Oh, traveling nurses.

Lenox came through with
my request for reinforcements.

Excellent.

It's not a real solution.

They don't know our system.

A lot of time is wasted
just playing catch-up.

Well, can they draw blood
and empty bedpans?

Wow.

We do a lot more than that,
Dr. Archer.

You're going to trauma one.

Milo Perdera,
12-year-old male.

BP's 190 over 110,
heart rate 144.

Developed severe chest pains
while swimming at the Y.

My heart's beating so fast.

Get that off him.
Get transferred.

- It'll be OK, Milo.
- On my count.

Just got to stay calm.

One, two, three.

All right.

I'm going to lift this up, OK?

Is that heart surgery?

Transplant.
Six months ago.

His EKG.
- All right.

I know what's wrong.
Tell them, Dad.

Just focus on your breathing,
Milo.

Let the doctors do their work.

All right. Lungs are clear,

but with labored breathing
and tachycardia.

Has this ever happened before?
- No.

This is Milo's first time
in the pool since the surgery.

Did you call Mom?

She just texted me back, Bud.

She's on her way now.

We recently separated.

BP's 202 over 120.

Take some slow, deep breaths.

OK?

Uh, this blood pressure could
put his new heart into failure.

We'll treat that, but I'm also
going to need to sedate him.

Is his body
rejecting his heart?

- He's still within...
- Dad.

The time frame where
that's a possibility.

Hypertension isn't a symptom
of rejection.

But let's not jump
to any conclusions.

I'm going to run some tests.

Let's start an esmolol drip.

Let's get a transthoracic echo

and give him some Ativan
for his anxiety.

Why won't you listen to me?

I know what's wrong.

It doesn't want me.

What?
What doesn't want you?

The heart.

It told me
it wants out of my body.

So Milo says
his new heart doesn't want him.

So he says, yeah.

I wonder if it's how
he's emotionally processing

his physical distress?

I mean, could he actually
be rejecting the heart?

Not likely.
His echo came back normal.

But his hypertension
is very real,

and a threat to his heart
long-term.

What anti-rejection meds
is he taking?

Prednisone.

Well-known psychological
side effects there.

Uh, I--I'm happy to have
a chat with him.

Great.

Uh, what's, uh--

Why are the screens frozen?

EMR software is down.

Yeah, did you call IT?

Yeah.
I'm on hold, honey.

There was a server update
last night,

now the whole system's
gone haywire.

Yeah, I'm still here.

Three hours.

OK.
- No, no, no. Come here.

Yeah.

Yeah, We don't have
three hours, Leonard.

We need these fixed
in ten minutes flat.

Unacceptable.

The emergency department
takes precedence.

It's--it's--literally
in the name.

Deal.
If you come through.

IT is like
an insurance company.

You never accept the first no.

What did you promise him,
Dr. Asher?

Archer.

Wait, you have a Dr. Asher

and Archer in the same
department?

Must be terribly confusing.

Where's my dad?

Outside waiting for your mom.

Milo, I'm Dr. Charles.

Um...

Dr. Archer was hoping that
we could have a little chat.

Would that be OK with you?

I guess.

Um, so...

he was telling me that your...

your new heart has been
talking to you.

Well, she talks to me
through her heart.

Her heart?
Your donor's, you mean?

Yeah.

So you know who she was?

Who she is?

No.

I--I don't know her name.

OK. Well, I--
I guess I'm just curious.

How did you know that
your donor was a she?

I don't know.

I just know.

She doesn't want me
to have her heart anymore.

So when did she start
talking to you?

Today.

When I was swimming.

That's when my heart
started racing.

I couldn't breathe.

But I could feel

her anger.

I wonder why
she'd be angry at you.

Because I'm still alive
and she isn't.

OK.

"Nowadays most people die of
a sort of creeping common sense

"and discover
when it is too late

that the only things one never
regrets are one's mistakes."

Do you agree
with Oscar Wilde?

I think it's
an interesting point.

Hey, uh--

does Dr. Lenox personally know
the patient in treatment five?

No, but she did her intake
last night.

The patient ingested
tetrodotoxin from a pufferfish.

She arrested in the ambulance,
arrived hypotensive,

and now she's
in fulminant liver failure.

Did she tried neostigmine
or monoclonal antibody?

They tried everything.

It's tragic, but Lenox
sees tragic on the regular.

Why'd she decide to read
to this particular patient?

All I know
is that Lenox went in there

last night after her shift
ended and she hasn't come out.

Hey, do you want me

to take the Milo Perdera case
off your hands?

No, I'm gonna see it through.

All right.

Boomshakalaka!

Back online
with two minutes to spare.

Time to collect my reward.

Actually two minutes late,
Leonard.

But, uh, nice try.

Don't worry.
I'm still good for it.

Just come back
at the end of your shift.

Thanks, Dr. A.

Not as bad as everyone says.

Really? What do they say?

Grump, grouch.

"Pissy little bitch,"
gets tossed around.

Thank you, Leonard.

I just want to clear the air.

It's already forgotten.

It's not about me.

It's about work.
Trying to tell you.

Please, can we just leave it
in the past?

- Jonathan.
- No, I'm--we're good.

We're good.

Don't ask.

Don't worry.

Please can somebody
help my wife?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I got this, Wendy.

Hold it right there.

You're going
to treatment three.

All right. What happened?

- She shocked herself.
- No, I'm fine.

We threw a breaker

and I got a tiny jolt when
I reset it in the garage.

This is all my fault.

And my husband,
he's overreacting.

Look, this is our first.

I should have had
an electrician

rewire the house
before we moved in.

How far along are you?

- I'm 18 weeks.
- 18 weeks.

All right, well, your husband
was right to bring you in.

- I hate to say I told you so.
- I'll never live this down.

- Where does it hurt?
- My stomach.

Has this happened before?

- First time.
- No.

Maggie, will you page Hannah,
have her meet me?

- All right.
- Come on. Let's go in here.

Come on.

Laura,
what's your pain level now?

Mm, maybe a five.

OK, that's good,
but we could do better.

Another four of morphine?

Yeah, that should work.

Is the pain
from being shocked?

Possibly.

The uterus is
an excellent conductor,

so even a small electric shock

could put significant stress
on the baby.

So it did hurt the baby?

Your baby looks just fine.

Maybe a little agitated, though.

Did you have a 12-week checkup
with your OB/GYN?

Yeah. Dr. Fisher
did a full ultrasound.

OK, I will give him a call,
let him know that you're here,

and ask to see those images.

- Thank you so much.
- Thank you.

I don't know how

her OB/GYN missed a mass
that big on her ovary.

I know.

I'll, uh. get the
12-week ultrasound images.

The CEA and CA-125 tumor
markers in the meantime.

"Ah, Dorian,
how happy you are.

"What an exquisite life
you have had.

"You have drunk deeply
of everything.

"You have crushed the grapes
against your palate.

"Nothing has been hidden
from you.

And"--
- Dr. Lenox?

Yes, Astrid?

Why are you here with me?

Shouldn't you be out there
saving lives?

I don't think
you should be alone.

Certainly I'm not your first

terminal patient
with no family.

Why me?

I don't know.

Are you happy
with the life you lived?

Let's not waste time
talking about me.

I'm about to die.

What else are we
going to talk about?

You took him to the pool
without checking with me first?

Why would I?

His cardiologist said
it would be good for him.

Why would I?

Because I'm his mother!

Barely.

When's the last time
you sat down

and ate a meal with our son?

Please stop fighting.

Yeah, please calm down.

All right, he's tachycardic,
hypertensive again.

What does that mean?

It means his heart's
beating too fast

and his blood pressure
is out of control.

All right,
let's increase his esmolol drip

and throw in nitroprusside.

You got it.

Gonna need you to take
some slow, deep breaths.

Can you do that for me?

My heart doesn't want me.
She's going to kill me!

All right. Doris, let's push
40 milligrams of ketamine.

I'm going to give you something

to calm your heart down,
all right?

- OK, OK.
- OK?

OK, count backward from 100.

Ketamine's on board.

100...

99...

9-98.

Oh, he's out.

What the hell
is going on with my son?

I think Milo's issues
might be psychological.

Why?

He thinks the heart
doesn't want him,

that the donor is speaking
to him through the heart.

How could you
not tell me that?

Well, Jessie, when you
work 70 hours a week,

you're bound to miss something.

Enough! Enough.

I get that you two are
having marital issues,

but your son is sick.

You've got one responsibility
right now,

and that's to make
this kid feel safe!

You have no right!

Oh, please, just suck it up.

Dr. Archer, could I get
a quick word, please?

They are killing that kid.

Very possibly.

But you know, in my experience,

inside voice tends to be
a little more effective

when you're trying to impart
that kind of information.

Sure, sure, sure,
but I tell you,

it's very clear to me
that Milo's panic attacks

are being caused
by his parents' separation.

Look, I don't disagree.

But I think situation also

might have gotten a little more
complicated than that.

Yeah?
Complicated how?

You ever heard
of cellular memory

in post-surgical
organ transplants?

Supposedly,
transplanted organs retain

the memory of the donors,

which the recipients
then experience, yeah.

Right.
Evidence is mostly anecdotal,

but there, you know,
a couple documented cases.

Yeah, yeah.

It sounds a little magical
to me.

You actually believe that's
what's happening to Milo?

I don't know.
Point is, he believes it.

So kind of got to meet him
where he lives, you know?

Yeah.

So what? We should just
go along with his delusion?

Uh, I don't know.

I can't help thinking that

if he were to learn something
about his donor,

it would just demystify the
situation for him, you know?

Dissipate his fear.
- So what?

You're suggesting that we
reach out to the donor family

and have them meet Milo?

If both sides were
open to it, yeah.

I mean, donor families
and recipients

are absolutely allowed to meet
if everyone's on the same page.

Your OB/GYN took
this ultrasound image

when you were
12 weeks pregnant.

Here you can see a small mass
growing on your right ovary.

I know.
It's a cyst.

Dr. Fisher said it was
nothing to worry about.

It's not a cyst.

Unfortunately,
on today's ultrasound image,

the mass has doubled in size

and increased significantly
in vascularity.

OK, so what does that mean?

I have cancer.

Your tumor markers
would signify that, yes.

OK.

What do I do to ensure
I deliver my baby safely?

Your best and first option

would be removing the cyst
surgically.

But isn't that a risk
for our baby?

As with any surgery,

there's always
a certain degree of risk.

But the second trimester

is actually the safest time
to perform this procedure.

I think we do it, Laurel.

And if I don't
do the surgery,

can I still carry to term?

You could, yes.

But by then, the cancer will
likely have metastasized

and your chances of survival
would diminish.

Yeah, but there would be
less risk to my baby.

Well, technically, yes,
that's correct, but--

Yeah, that's what
I want to do.

Laurel, uh--

I would strongly suggest
reconsidering.

No, my mind is made up.

Yeah, that's an
incredibly stupid decision.

Dr. Archer.

You think you're
protecting your baby,

but the risk
of the surgery harming her

is significantly lower

than the cancer killing you
if left untreated.

So bottom line,
you skip the surgery,

that baby grows up
without a mother.

It's up to you.

I'll be right back.

Hey.

What the hell was that?

I'm just cutting through the
mental gymnastics, that's all.

She doesn't need tough love,
Dean.

She needs empathy
and direction.

No, what she needs
is to live another 18 years.

I'd think that you,
of all people, would get that.

Oh, cool.

You're going to play
my dead mom card on me?

Of course I get it.

But whatever choice they make,

we have
to respect their decision.

And it's a bad decision.

I mean, people will
justify any excuse

to avoid what's hard and scary,

but somebody's got to step in
and save them from themselves.

Oh, well, thank God
you're here to save us all.

Sorry to interrupt,

but, uh, Laurel decided
to do the surgery.

Damn it.

Unfortunately,
I have some bad news.

The mother of Milo's donor

opted out of any contact
with him before the transplant.

So we know nothing
about the donor?

No name, no address?

Their records are sealed.

The only information I got

from Organ Donors of America

is that the heart came
from a 14-year-old girl.

A girl?

Lucky guess for Milo.

All right, so worth a shot.

Um, we're going to pivot
to traditional therapy

and, uh--

Have a chat with Mom and Dad

about toning it down
in front of their kid.

I mean, give me a break.

Yeah, I have zero faith
that those two

will ever see clearly
through their own anger,

let alone do right
by their own son.

Yeah, but what other choice
do we have?

Thank you, Leonard.

You're a peach.

We will never
speak of this again.

We got a trauma en route.
Man versus drive-through.

Oh. That sounds compelling.

My DoorDash arrive?

ask Doris.

Oh, awesome.

What?

It was just sitting here
getting cold.

That was Leonard's reward for
getting the EMR up and running.

I promised him.

It's a Portillo's hot dog.

I--I can't be held responsible
for my actions.

That's a fair point.

Did you--did you
put ketchup on that dog?

Maybe.

Call yourself a Chicagoan.

Another fair point.

I can't get behind no ketchup,
Doris.

Oh, boy.
What's with the mask?

The spit hood?

He kept spitting at the cops,
so they muzzled him.

The devil gets dessert,

but the bees are
stinging my tongue!

I want my McFlurry!

McFlurry.

Suspected PCP user

approached
a drive-through window

screaming for a McFlurry.

When the employees
refused to serve him,

he punched a hole through the
glass and tried to climb in.

Lacerated knuckles
on his right hand.

BP is 150 over 91,
heart rate's 130.

Maybe they just could've
given the man a free McFlurry

and avoided all this?

He was at Taco Bell.

I will light your
eyeballs on fire!

Goodness gracious,

he's acting crazier
than a sprayed roach.

That's the PCP.
Give him a 5 and 2.

IV or IM?

You think you can
give this guy an IV?

IM.
- I feel no pain.

Oh, you will, you will,
you will, my friend, you will.

Glass hasn't lacerated
anything vital.

I'll have a med student
remove these

and suture the deeper wounds.

Give me a tox panel
and chemistry.

OK.

Five milligrams of Haldol
and two of Ativan.

It's nappy time.

There you go.

I would like fries with that.

Let's loosen the restraints.

Get him ready for transfer
on my count.

One, two, three.

Get him
in four-point restraints

and then get X-ray
in here ASAP.

I'll make it happen.

Dr. Archer.

Dr. Lenox needs you
in treatment five.

It can't wait.

I can't call time of death
'cause I'm not on shift.

Time of death, 15:29.

Thank you.

Can I help you?

Yes. Hi.

Uh, I'm Dr. Dean Archer

and I work at Gaffney
Chicago Medical Center.

Are you Heather Williams?
- I am.

I'm here because of

a 12-year-old patient of mine
named Milo Perdera.

He received your
daughter's heart.

How did you find me?

Milo's experiencing some
psychiatric challenges

due to his parents' breakup,
and his anxiety is causing him

to have some potentially
serious heart issues.

I'm sorry to hear that, but
that has nothing to do with me.

OK. Milo believes that
your daughter is

speaking to him
through her heart.

What are you talking about?

He thinks your daughter
doesn't want him

to have the heart anymore.

I'm not sure
what you want from me.

You could convince him
that he's wrong.

I'm sorry, I--
I just can't go back there.

I understand, and I have
no right to ask this of you.

But Milo's a sweet kid
and he's very scared right now

and I wouldn't want you
to regret

standing by and letting your
daughter's gift go to waste.

Hi, Milo. I'm--

I'm Heather.

My daughter Mackenzie
donated her heart to you.

I'm sorry she died.

I--

Dr. Archer told me Mackenzie's
been talking to you.

Yeah.

What'd she say?

She doesn't want me
to have her heart anymore.

But she's right.

I don't deserve it.

Well, that doesn't
sound like Mackenzie.

She knows
I make my parents argue.

They're getting a divorce.

And if I hadn't gotten sick
and needed surgery...

I think they'd
still be together.

Well, I've got bad news
for you.

People argue.

Mackenzie and I used to argue
all the time.

What did you guys
argue about?

What didn't we argue about?

Um, cleaning her room.

Not getting a phone
until she was 13.

About the fact her dad and I
got divorced when she was 11.

She was very angry at us
about that.

I don't blame her.

But Mackenzie was
an amazing daughter.

How did she die?

Um...

She was waterskiing
with her cousins

and she got tangled
in the rope

and it pulled her underwater
and she couldn't get any air.

My baby drowned.

Maybe that's
what upset her.

What do you mean?

I was in the pool,
swimming for the first time.

That's when my heart started
pounding out of control.

I couldn't breathe.

Maybe she was scared
of the water.

Milo.

I'm so glad
a little piece of my Mackenzie

lives on in you.

But I promise you,
she's not angry.

I know she wants
to share her heart.

I just...

I can feel it.

Can you?

I can now.

Do you want to talk with her?

There you are, my Mackenzie.

I love you so much, and I miss
you more than you can imagine.

But I am so glad
that you are with Milo now.

And I know you're going
to take good care of him

for a very, very long time.

So I guess it was just
a coincidence that Milo's

cardiac episode occurred in
a pool and his donor drowned?

Uh, probably.

Mm, who really knows?

I feel like I just
witnessed something

that can't totally
be explained.

Welcome to my world.

I don't think
it was a coincidence.

Very, um...

open minded of you, Dean-o.

He was carrying
a lot of guilt, though,

and guilt can be
a powerful emotion.

And absolution
can be a very powerful remedy.

Right?

Right.

No cage can hold me!

I want my McFlurry now!

We have a situation with
a male patient high on PCP.

With Oreos!

Do you understand?

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Buddy, buddy, buddy.

Why don't you
put that glass down?

We can have a little chat.
Come on.

With Oreos!

Absolutely, double-stuffed.

But I--I need you
to look at me right now.

Just leave it right here, man.

Right here.
Right up here.

You cannot defeat me.

Absolutely not.

You're way too smart for me, man.

Thought it was coming!

Thanks for the assist.

The assist?

I saved your ass.

It was your responsibility
to make sure that the patient

was properly restrained.
- I did restrain him.

Properly?

Instead,
he sliced Dr. Lenox's arm

with a shard of glass that
you should have discarded.

That was her own fault,
not mine.

Wow.

OK.

Go home.

You're not allowed
to fire me.

I'm not trying to.

Sadly, I need you.

So just...

come back tomorrow
and just...

do better.

Yeah, I think you
really got through to her.

This situation
is unsustainable.

We need more full-time nurses.

Well, you should take that
on the road.

I'm being serious.

So am I.

Didn't a leadership position

just open up
in the nurses union?

Yeah,
Holly Spots is retiring

and our contracts
are about to expire.

So then what are you
waiting for?

All right?
Toss your name in the ring.

Sorry about your patient.

Astrid didn't have a family,

so I didn't want her
to be alone.

I never thought it would be
a random patient...

that would, uh...

melt your cold, dead heart.

I admired Astrid's strength.

You know, a week ago,
she had no clue

that she was about to die.

And it didn't break her.

She was really proud
of the life that she lived.

No regrets.

She represents to you

all the sins you have never had
the courage to commit.

Excuse me.
You've read "Dorian Gray?"

I read books, Dr. Lenox.

Not a lot else to do
on a Naval ship.

I hope I have Astrid's
strength when the time comes.

You're a baby.

Don't worry about it.

My mother died
of prion disease

when she was 45 years old.

Sorry.

From the day
she was diagnosed

to the day she died
was 11 months.

It was very fast.

My father took his own life
three hours later.

Didn't know how to live
without her.

It was like this...

silent nuclear explosion
that decimated our family.

And I was 19,
so I adopted my brother Kip.

And--

Which prion disease?

Gerstmann-
Straussler-Scheinker.

GSS.

Do you have it?

I don't know.

My brother and I took an oath
that we would never get tested.

So--

If my brain has
an expiration date,

no, I--I don't want to know.

Even with 50/50 odds?

You think I'm foolish.

No.

It takes courage

to live with that uncertainty.

Just drives me to live a life

that does as much good
as possible,

just in case.

You'll be OK, soldier.

Why did you share this with me,
of all people?

I knew you wouldn't pity me.

Us cold, dead hearts
have to stick together.

Time to pay up, Dr. Archer.

Indeed it is, Leonard.

Maggie.

Yes.

Just arrived and still warm.

Awesome sauce.

And you'll do this every day
for a month?

A month?

You promised.

Just greasing the wheels,
Maggie.

Leonard was
hugely helpful today.

Got our EMR back
in working order.

Among other internet crimes.

Goodbye, Leonard.

Hey, Dr. Archer.

I just examined Milo,
per your request.

And his hypertension
has been resolved.

OK, great.

Thank you.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow.

Sure.

What was that all about?

You guys are usually so tight.

I gave him
a little too much truth.

Looks like it hurt.

There you are.

Hey.

That was a long surgery.
How'd it go?

Yeah. Good, good.

Mom and unborn baby
are doing great.

And I have no reason
to think that Laurel

won't be able to carry
her baby girl to full term.

Excellent.
How's dad holding up?

He's beating
himself up again.

That's his thing.

As opposed to mine,
who beats up on others.

Is that an apology?

Yeah.

I was, uh...

I was awful.

- You were.
- Yeah.

And I accept.

What's going on?

Sean found his mother dead
this morning.

What?

Oh, my God.
Dean, I'm--

- Yeah.
- I'm so sorry.

Yeah, yeah. Bad.

Subdural hematoma.

Leanne fell, hit her head.
She was drunk.

How's Sean?

I don't know.
Shaken up.

How are you?

Right after I got off
the phone with Sean, I...

went and fished out
an old picture of Leanne and me

before we were engaged.

And you could just tell

how crazy about each other
we were, you know?

We got married.

And just--

we had--we had a ball.

She started drinking
just after Sean was born.

And I would ship out
for months at a time

and leave her to parent alone

and she became resentful.

And then I got resentful.

I got wounded.

It was a mess.

And somehow,
I convinced myself

that the best thing for
everybody would be to leave.

I mean, who does that?

If I'd stuck around,
maybe Sean

wouldn't have been
a drug addict.

Maybe Leanne would
be alive today.

- Stop.
- What?

- Stop.
- Stop what?

- Stop torturing yourself.
- Oh, come on.

My inability to change the past
leaves me with no other option.

OK, well, I think

you're choosing that option.

And if you're going to keep
choosing to torture yourself,

then you're going
to do it alone.

Hey, alone is something
I'm pretty good at.

And how is that
working out for you, Dean?

You can't woulda-coulda-shoulda
your life.

Trust me, I've tried.
It's a dead end.

You still have time
to live your life,

but you have to take the past,
treat it as a lesson,

a necessary step to get you
to where you want to be.

Where do I want to be?

That's up to you.

I'm flying to O'Hare
tomorrow afternoon.

I'll be there.

I'm sorry I was MIA today.

Hey, that's OK.

I meant to text you,
but...

my brain was screaming
and I just--

Yeah,
didn't feel like talking.

Yeah.

Wonder where I get that.

Yeah, it's a mystery,
I guess.

Look, your mother...

wasn't perfect.

But she always

really loved you.

In fact, that was the one thing
we always had in common.

Loving you.

I love you, too, Dad.

Well, I know you do.
You gave me a kidney.

Hey.

I, uh,
brought dinner and...

Dessert.

Oh, I, uh,
I don't do berries.

You don't do berries?

Yeah, I've--I've--

I've always found them
indulgent.

Well, maybe it's time
for a change.

Maybe it is.

Come in.