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Dr. Hayes used his hand
to move down my body,

pinning me against the table.

Because this is the first
accusation against him,

his privileges won't be revoked.

I understand how you feel...
exactly how you feel.

Dr. Archer is aware
of our family history.

Oh, that we have a 50/50
chance of inheriting

a cruel and sudden death?

Can't keep hiding
from the truth.

We'll face it together.

I'm very sorry to say
we cannot approve you

as a surrogate at this time.

It's something we found
when we ran your labs.

The surgery's been canceled.

He rigged the system somehow.

He took the lungs
from my patient

and gave them to
his own daughter.

I did what I had to do to
give my daughter a chance.

Would you rather have me
just sit and watch her die?

Thank you for coming.

I didn't think you would.

Neither did I.

So what is it you
want to say to me?

Um...

I've had a lot of time to
think about what I did to you.

I was obviously not of
right mind after Wendy died.

But I've been put
on an antipsychotic,

and... and I've accepted
Jesus Christ into my heart.

I asked you to come here today

because I wanted to tell
you how deeply sorry I am

for the pain that I caused you.

And I wanted to ask

if you could find it in
your heart to forgive me.

Stop.

Uh-uh.

You don't get to
preach to me, ever.

And no, I don't forgive you.

Forgiving you won't erase
the scar on my stomach.

It won't erase the fact
that I see your face

when I close my eyes at night.

I have to live with what
happened to me every day.

And so should you.

I'll pray for you.

Pray for yourself.

I'm good.

You're pregnant?

Yeah.

Um...

does Mitch know?

You're the first
person that I've told.

Look, I am so sorry.

This, um... this wasn't planned.

Do you... do you not believe me?

Of course I believe you.

But it's just typical Hannah.

Okay, look, Lizzy, I
can have this baby,

and then I can still
be your surrogate.

Oh, come on. How
is that gonna work?

You will have a baby.

That will be your
focus, your life.

I should have known better
than to trust you again.

Oh, come on. That's not fair.

Fair? Are you kidding?

I've spent years watching
out for you, after Mom died,

when you went to med school,
when you got hooked on heroin.

I have done
everything that I can

to help you on this
journey to have a baby.

Oh, do you want
some extra credit?

Lizzy!

I have been in this
with you from the start,

and I have worked my ass off

to make up for all of those
horrible things that I did!

This baby?

This baby isn't that.

Isn't there... isn't there
some... some small part of you

that's actually happy for me?

Once again, it's my fault.

Stop.

You're a child.

Yeah, proudly.

Uh, I don't wanna
keep you in suspense.

You're negative for GSS.

Congratulations.

Oh, my God.

Wait, wait, wait.

I see the blue envelope
in your pocket.

What does it say, Caty?

Also negative.

Thank God.

Oh, God!

I just assumed that we were...

Me too.

Wait, so what
caused the weakness?

The same thing that
caused your tremor.

Your brother has a
severely herniated disk.

He's responding to steroids.

You should follow
up with Dr. Abrams,

but he'll make a full recovery.

And I'm... I'm...

I'm very happy for you, Caitlin.

Yeah, but what about me?

Yeah, I'm just less invested.

Oh.

Violet, you're
going to Trauma 1.

- What have we got, Novak?
- Auto versus tree.

19-year-old female, the
driver and sole occupant.

BP 129/60, heart rate 75.

She hit it going 50.

Had to use the jaws of
life to pry her out.

Multiple abrasions to
the face and chest.

Feels like she could have
a couple of broken ribs.

GCS was 13 to 14 on the ride in.

Call Dr. Charles.

Why?

This is his daughter, Anna.

Has anyone called her
mother to let her know?

I did.

Susan's catching
the first flight.

- Sharon, how's she doing?
- She's holding her own.

CT scan found a nasal bone
fracture, but no brain bleed.

Okay. Is she awake?

Uh, Dr. Ripley still
has her sedated.

- Oh, my God, Anna.
- Dr. Charles.

What's the status, buddy?
What... what are we looking at?

I'm watching her
concussion closely.

She, uh... she slammed
her head pretty hard.

She also sustained
three broken ribs

and a left distal radius
fracture I reduced.

What's going on?

Why was my surgery canceled?

Noah, unfortunately, the
ODA has changed course,

and they are giving the
lungs to another recipient.

Wait, what?

But how can they just do
that after they already said

they're giving
the lungs to Noah?

I mean, how can
they just do that?

No, they can't.
This isn't right.

Just... I need you
to explain to us

what happened so I can fix this.

Mr. Macron, I wish there was
something I could do, okay?

And I tried my very
best to argue our case

as strongly as I could.

Try harder.

I'm sorry.

So what do we do now?

Well, given the circumstances
of Noah's lung function,

we need to buy some more time.

And the best way to do
that is to put you on ECMO.

A machine that breathes for me?

Hey, look, I know
that's scary, okay?

But you are still at the
top of the transplant list.

Like that actually
means something.

Walter, stop.

Okay, we need to do
what it takes right now

to give you the best
shot to be ready

when the next set
of lungs come along.

Okay, but you said that
ECMO could carry other risks

that might make
transplant more difficult.

I did, yes.

We don't have any other choice.

And ECMO could give your
lungs more time to heal.

How long can he survive
on ECMO without new lungs?

A few weeks, maybe a month.

How soon does he
have to go on it?

Within the hour.

I'll be okay, Dad.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're gonna be good.

You're gonna be okay.

Sweetie, you're doing great.

I...

I heard Griffin
Lancer removed you

as Alea's primary physician.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, he did.

The guy's an entitled egomaniac,

but I don't really
blame him one bit.

Why?

'Cause you'd do the same
thing for your kids?

Yeah.

In a twisted way, he's
just being the best dad

he knows how to be.

When you love someone that much,

it opens you up to so much pain.

They say it's like
having your heart

run around outside your body.

Yeah, it makes you wonder
if it's really worth it.

Anna's oxygen saturation
continues to improve,

using her incentive spirometer.

Okay, well, that... that
sounds like really good news.

It's a step in the
right direction.

The pulmonary
contusion must not be

so bad under her rib fracture.

So the seat belt broke her ribs?

Uh, no.

Anna wasn't wearing a seat belt.

That doesn't sound like Anna.

She actually broke her
ribs on the steering wheel

upon impact.

Okay.

Makes sense.

When... when can we see her?

I'll call when she's
ready for visitors.

- Thank you.
- Thanks, Mitch.

Yeah.

It's gonna be okay, Dad.

Oh, I know. I know.

I'll feel a whole lot better

when we can talk
to her, you know?

I know.

You wanted to see me?

The board's been
discussing some cuts

for the upcoming fiscal quarter.

I'm sorry. Where's
this coming from?

The expected future loss of
revenue from losing Dr. Hayes.

Well, your tone suggests
that Dr. Hayes's departure

was somehow my fault.

Obviously, it was
Dr. Hayes's fault,

though the very public
nature of his departure

did leave Gaffney a
little flat-footed.

I didn't leak the Hayes
bombshell, Miranda.

I'm not saying you did, Sharon.

But it doesn't change
the financial reality.

It's a list of approved cuts

you're expected to execute ASAP.

And I see Dr. Washington's
name is on here too.

Hard times mean hard decisions.

So you're gonna fire
our highly respected

chief of oncology who's been
here nearly two decades?

I know that your
ongoing relationship

with Dr. Washington might
make this more complicated.

Complicated?

How?

If you'd like someone
else to handle this...

I'll handle it.

Thank you for your
professionalism, Sharon.

Uh-huh.

I just hope this is a
kick in the ass for Kip.

He needs to move forward

and no longer has
prion as an excuse.

Yeah, well, he'll
figure it out, right?

Well, Kip generally resists
figuring things out.

He prefers to drift.

What about you?

What about me?

Well, this changes
things for you too.

This changes nothing. I
simply go back to work.

Ah, don't underestimate
the significance

of a negative result.

Your future is more certain now.

Sure, if I don't drown in a lake

or have a sudden
fatal heart attack.

You know what you
should do, though?

You should travel.

Yeah, get out of here.

Just take a leave, one
to two months, you know.

Just sit on the
Spanish Steps in Rome

or just look out at Barcelona

from the top of the
Sagrada Familia.

Are these things
that you've done?

So the point is that
an emergency department

is like a Vegas casino.

It tricks you into believing
that time isn't passing.

It is.

Well, vacations make me anxious.

I'm always too hot or too cold.

I don't speak the language,

and my credit card
bill explodes.

And I always end up just
counting down the days

until I can get back to work.

That is deeply sad,
but very on brand.

Cold, dead hearts, remember?

There you go.

I hear that Dr. Masukawa
and her surgical team

will be by soon
to get you prepped

and transferred to the OR.

Is it true?

Is what true?

Did my dad steal my
lungs from somebody else?

I overheard someone
in the hallway.

Organ donation is an
imperfect process, Alea.

There's all kinds of
conflicting factors

that can affect who gets them.

But there's never enough
organs to go around,

so what's a miracle for you

will always be a heartbreak
for someone else.

That sounds like a yes.

Your father loves you.

I know.

Save your strength
and get some rest.

Focus on your surgery.

That's excellent
advice, sweetheart.

I thought you weren't
going to be caring

for my daughter anymore.

You only asked for
Dr. Ripley to step aside,

and there are just
so many nurses.

I like Maggie.

I want her to stay.

Don't worry about anything

except what needs
to be done next.

You just focus on conquering
each obstacle in front of you

until, eventually,
you win the race.

And what if the
race is unwinnable?

No such thing.

Is it time to sedate me?

When you're ready.

You doing okay?

I'm fine.

You know, you don't
have to be fine, Noah.

It's okay to be scared.

You know that, right?

That's the thing, Dr. Frost.

I'm not scared.

I'm tired.

So, so tired.

I don't wanna die, but...

the thought of going to
sleep and not waking up

is not... not so bad.

But I can't tell
my parents that.

It would break their heart.

I have to be strong for them.

Especially Dad.

Hey, I can understand
all of that,

okay, but here's the thing.

I think you still got
some fight left in you.

I need you to do something
for me, Dr. Frost.

Anything.

If I die...

will you tell my parents
it's not their fault?

Hey.

Hey, how are you, buddy?

Hey, Grandma and Grandpa
send love and strength.

Okay, Dr. Frost.

Oh, please, wait.

Wait.

Noah, the next time we see you,

you're gonna have a
new pair of lungs.

Yeah.

Hey, the thing I'm proudest
of in all the world

is being your dad.

I'm scared.

Me, too, buddy.

But you're... hey,
you're gonna be fine.

I love you both so much.

We love you, our precious boy.

More than you can
possibly imagine.

Okay.

I'm ready.

Hey.

I'm gonna see you
soon, okay, Noah?

Good timing.

- Dad.
- I'm right here, sweetie.

How you doing?
Are you all right?

How's my girl?
- Much better.

I'm keeping a close eye on her
O2 sats for the rib fractures

and her neuro checks
for the concussion,

but, um, all things
considered, she's very lucky.

Um, I feel kind of out of it.

Pain meds, honey.

Just... they're gonna
make you groggy.

That's all it is.

I'll check back
in a little later.

Do you even
remember what happened?

Oh, I don't know.

I... I think I hit
a patch of gravel,

and the car just kind
of got away from me.

I'm just curious why you
didn't have your seat belt on.

That is so unlike you.

When you were a little
kid, you wouldn't...

you wouldn't even
let me start the car

unless everybody was buckled up.

I don't remember.

I guess I forgot.

I'm worried about you. I am.

Ever since you... you
came home, and you told me

you dropped out of school.

I don't even...
- Dad...

I do not under... no, no,
I just don't understand

why you didn't feel like
you could talk to me.

Dad, you're the last
person I would want

to talk to about anything.

What?

We... we were always pretty good
at having those conversations.

That was a long time ago, Dad.

It was?

I don't need you analyzing
me and giving me advice

based on some
patient you just had,

who you've just suddenly
decided to compare me to.

I'm not your puzzle to solve.

I'm your daughter.

Dad, can I talk to
you for a moment?

Oh, my God, honey.

- Dad...
- I think that your...

I think your sister...
- I... I know.

Anna drove into that
tree on purpose.

She's been home with
you for, what, a month?

I mean, did... did you
know she was depressed?

I suspected.

And you didn't think
to clue me in, Robin?

You know all about
our family history.

I never imagined
that it was this bad.

Instead, I get this
dog and pony show

with luggage about being
late from the airport

for Granny's funeral
'cause of all the traffic?

I didn't tell you because
Anna didn't want you to know.

She's my sister. I was
respecting her privacy.

- I'm her father.
- That is the problem.

Honey, she just tried
to kill herself.

Dad, I'm sorry, but it
is not as easy to talk

to you about this stuff...
- Oh, Jesus Christ!

You too? You too?
- Yes. Me, too, Dad.

There is a line between
you being our dad

and you being a shrink,

and sometimes you can't stop
yourself from crossing it.

- Hey, there.
- Hey.

Mm!

Everything okay?

Uh, Dennis, I wanted
to let you know

that the board is
concerned about the budget

in the wake of
Dr. Hayes's dismissal.

And I'm on the chopping block.

You are, yes.

I lose my title and
take a salary cut?

Well, it's a fairly
minor salary cut

if you factor in a
higher annual bonus.

I know it's not ideal.

That's an understatement.

It'll keep you at
the hospital, Dennis.

My title is everything, Sharon.

It's what I've worked
for over a long

and distinguished career.

And you know that.

It's the best deal
I could get, Dennis.

Oh, really?

Did you threaten to walk?

Offer to take a
pay cut yourself?

A lesser title?

I didn't think so.

The only one out
here on a limb is me.

And I'm caught between
you and the board,

and I'm paying a
pretty steep price.

You're right.

You'll have my
resignation on your desk

by the end of the day.

I'm pretty sure that Anna...

Tried to kill
herself this morning.

She, um, won't talk to me,
for the first time ever.

And, um, I don't
know what to do.

I'm so sorry, Daniel.

But I'm really glad
you reached out.

Both Anna and Robin, earlier
today, in their own way,

told me maybe I'm not so...

easy to talk to,

confide in, as perhaps
I thought I was.

Sound familiar?

Take it easy on yourself.

I mean, I always knew I
left a lot to be desired

in the husband
department, but I mean,

I thought I was a
pretty good dad.

Apparently, I've let the
shrink part get in the way,

despite my best efforts.

Would you consider
the possibility

you're a good dad
because you're a shrink?

No, I wouldn't,
especially not today.

Sarah, I didn't come here

so you'd let me
off the hook, okay?

Well, it's clear to me
you are not interested

in being let off
the hook by anyone,

least of all yourself.

I'm just wondering why that is.

'Cause it's my fault.

Why?

When I was locked in my
30-year cold war with my mom,

I swore to myself my
relationship with my kids

would be different, that
they would always know

that I was there for them,
that... that I was their friend,

and that they would talk to me.

But I think that
the sad truth is,

I just have no tolerance
for their pain,

and it's my desperation
to fix it...

maybe drives them away.

Daniel, all we can
ever be is our best.

And as far as Anna,
what I'm hearing is that

she needs you to completely
put the shrink away.

What she needs right
now is her dad.

Hey.

Uh, any update on
the transplant team?

Dr. Masukawa said they'd be
down here within the hour.

No, actually, I was told
that Alea wanted to see me.

I have some questions
about my condition.

Then you should ask
Dr. Masukawa, not a nurse.

Dr. Masukawa
avoids my questions

because she's afraid
to piss you off.

Maggie, come in.

I wanna know more about the kid
my dad took the new lungs from.

She didn't say a word, Dad.

I have eyes and ears.

Well, after my doctors

assessed your current condition,

yes, the ODA determined that
you were a better candidate

for the donated lungs,

and they were reassigned to you.

Meaning you bent
them to your will.

You need those lungs
more than that boy.

Is that true, Maggie?

Those lungs could buy
him another 30 years.

Well, you just threw your
career away, didn't you?

Stop bullying everyone for
telling me the truth, Dad.

I hate that part of you.

How much time would
the lungs give me?

Okay.

Alea, I'm not a doctor,
but maybe a few months.

But I'm not trying to stop
you from having the surgery.

The lungs are yours,
and you deserve

a chance to live as
much as that boy does.

But those are the facts.

Thank you, Maggie.

Okay.

It's simple math.

No, Alea.

People always use
statistics and opinions

to tell you
something's impossible.

The world has no
lack of cold water

to throw on fresh ideas
that have the possibility

of beating the odds.

I got to where I am by only
trusting my own counsel.

I taught you to do the same.

I do trust my own counsel.

Which is why I'm not
taking the lungs.

You will. You will take them.

Yes, you will.
- Look at him.

Look at Noah.

No, there... there...
there are no other options.

Look at the life you're taking.

I will not allow you to die.

Do you hear me? You
are everything to me.

You're the only good
thing in this world.

You have a life that
you deserve to live,

and I sure as hell am gonna
make sure you have it.

I know you love me.

You don't say it much,
but I always feel it.

I love you too.

But please, please, look at him.

I couldn't...

I couldn't save your mother.

I... Alea, I...

I can't lose you too.

We don't have a choice.

I love you.

It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

My resignation letter.

I was hoping you'd
change your mind.

I gave it a lot of thought.

But in the end,
nothing changed for me.

But I do wanna apologize for
the way I spoke to you earlier.

I got personal.

I wasn't playing fair.

Well, I understand
your anger, Dennis.

I do. You are
collateral damage.

But, you know, I realized
I've got some anger of my own,

and I need to be
honest about that.

This is about Alex.

Well, that's why I moved out.

You know, we had been
together over a year,

and your daughter
didn't know I existed.

I explained why I
kept it from her.

You made excuses, Dennis,

that still don't
hold water for me.

- Sharon...
- You know...

you asked me to let
you into my life,

and I did, because
I believed in us.

But you didn't give
me the same respect.

And that hurt me deeply.

I made a mistake,
which I apologized for.

You're choosing
to hold onto this.

Well, what would that say
about me if I did let it stand?

What would that say
about our relationship?

Now...

I think it's time we
went our separate ways.

Sharon, can I be
honest with you?

Please.

You went through a traumatic
experience a few months ago.

We almost lost you.

And I don't think you ever
fully dealt with that.

Uh... it's not about
emotions, Dennis.

It's about respect.

And I accept your
letter of resignation.

Hey, when you see my husband,

can you tell him where I
am and what's happening?

'Cause he has no clue
Noah's getting the lungs.

You still haven't
gotten ahold of him?

I tried calling him,
but he forgot his phone.

Yeah, go. I'll let him know.

How you feeling, honey?

I mean, it hurts when I breathe,

but other than that, better.

Oh, good. Good.

Um...

sweetie, I've been thinking
about what you said, and, um...

I'm a shrink.

You know, and it seems
that as hard as I try

to not let that bleed
into my parenting skills

or lack thereof, I have failed.

Dad, you don't have to try to...

You know, honey, I actually do.

I overreacted in a really
inappropriate way earlier,

and I'm sorry.

Sincerely, honey, I apologize.

It's just that, you know,
we've got this history

of depression in our family,

and you seem to be in
a dark place, and...

Dad, I'm not depressed.

Do you mind... do you mind
just hearing me out for a bit?

So, you know, when I was a kid,

my dad seemed to be in a
dark place a lot, right?

We didn't use the word
"depression" in my family.

It was always like, oh,
Dad's a little blue.

You know, Dad's just
really, really tired.

I know the story already.

Yeah, but you don't
know all of it,

and I promised myself
I'd tell you as soon as

you got a little
older, and I just...

well, anyway, I
loved my dad, right?

And I was pretty sure that
he was depressed, right?

So I just read any book
I could get my hands on

that might teach me how to...
I don't know... help him.

Yeah, and that was your first
step toward becoming a shrink.

And then, one weekend, um,
I came home from college.

It was a Saturday
morning, and I slept late.

And I guess Mom had
already left the house,

and so I went down, and I...

I made myself some breakfast.

And that's when...

that's when I smelled
the, uh, the fumes.

The, uh, garage was
right off the kitchen,

and I opened up the
door, and then all the...

All the smoke just
started to billow out.

And, um...

you know, Dad had rolled
up all the windows

and used a garden hose
and some duct tape,

piped the exhaust in through
the driver's-side window,

and been dead for hours, honey.

And my entire life,
I just have regretted

not being more proactive
about reaching out,

saying, Dad, you
know, what's going on?

You know?

I regret so much that I
succumbed to this ridiculous,

you know, "we don't talk about
that kind of thing" taboo BS

that was rampant
in my household.

You know, if only I'd have known

how much pain he was
in, how alone he was,

how much shame he was
made to feel for something

that wasn't his fault.

Dad, I'm so sorry.

I didn't know what was
happening to me, and I...

I thought I could just
hold on a little longer

and maybe it would all go away.

And it didn't, and I
felt like such a freak.

And I thought about calling you.

I did. But I was
so embarrassed.

And I know that
Stanford isn't cheap,

and I didn't wanna
disappoint you,

and at Granny's funeral,
I could see that I had.

Honey, honey, honey, look at me.

Look at me.

You are incapable
of disappointing me.

I didn't know what
else to do, Dad.

When I got in my
car this morning,

it just seemed like
the only option.

It has for a while now.

You have any idea
how proud I am of you

for saying that out loud?
- I'm sorry.

You have nothing to
be sorry about, honey.

Look, we're gonna
figure this out.

I do need you, Dad.

And I will always be
here to talk to you

about whatever you
wanna talk about.

But how about this?

Let's say if ever we start
to stray into this area,

I promise you from the
bottom of my heart,

all I'm gonna do is listen.

Okay?

Okay.

Oh.

It'll be okay.

Where is he? Where's my son?

No. No.

Thank you. In six
or seven hours.

Lancer!

You selfish son of a bitch!

Take a step back.

Hey!

I think you need to walk away.

Look at me! Admit
what you did!

Admit that you killed my son!

- Gun!
- Got the gun!

Get the hell away from me!

Dad? What's happening?

Everything's gonna
be fine, sweetie.

You need to calm down.

I... I didn't want
this, any of this.

You're clearly not up to speed.

What... what are
you talking about?

My daughter gave those
lungs to your son.

He's up in surgery right now.

No, you're just saying
whatever you need to

to get me to put the gun down.

He's telling the truth, Walter.

All right, Noah's alive,

and the surgery is
going really well.

Just put the gun down.

All right, let me take you
upstairs to join your wife.

Stop lying to me.

My son is gone,

and I don't know how I'm
gonna live without him.

Walter, I would
never lie to you.

Whoa, whoa. Hey, whoa, whoa.

Easy, okay, Walter? Come on.

You don't understand.

Noah needed lungs, and we
were told to get in line,

so we did, because
that's the system.

And it's supposed
to be fair, right?

So we waited years
while Noah wasted away,

praying for a miracle.

And then one day,
we got the call.

We got the miracle.

Until you cut the line.

I was protecting my
child, same as you.

We're not the same.

I tried to protect my son,
but I don't have the money

and the power like you do.

Walter, listen to me, okay?

Noah is alive.

That's why he's gone and
my daughter is still here.

Walter.

Noah still needs you
to fight for him.

And that's what I
admire about you.

Not every parent would
fight for their child

the way that you do.

And this transplant?

All right, it means that Noah
has more years ahead of him

than he's already lived.

I don't want you to
miss any of that.

So come on.

All right? Please,
put the gun down.

Hey, Mister?

If I don't get the chance,

tell Noah to use those
lungs as much as he can.

I'll tell him,
sweetie, I promise.

Thank you.

Hi. You might not remember me,

but we met when I
got stuck in a well,

and you cut off my leg.

Nope.

Sorry, not, uh, not
ringing any bells.

Uh, picture me with
more dirt on my face.

Oh, Sadie.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hey.

We need to talk.

You know, there's something
Maya Angelou once said

that kept ringing in my ear.

"When someone shows
you who they are,

believe it the first time."

I didn't wanna believe
what I felt, but...

Who am
I to question Maya?

So today,

I chose to believe what I
already knew to be true.

I'm finding forgiveness
harder as I get older.

It's just too easy.

And yet I feel...

I feel hopeful.

Um, I did almost die.

And yet, here I am, alive.

Mm, don't cry.

You're so pretty.

What's your name?

Sharon.

You're tired, aren't you?

I... could...

I don't... yeah.

It's okay, Bert.

Yeah.

It's okay.

We can just sit.

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