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Didi: Okay, this is my
station... phones, lab reports.

Usually first meds rounds
takes about an hour,

but since we've gone from 27 patients

down to eight, it's more, like, 20 minutes.

Next, I check lab reports,
then I would do new admits.

But we haven't had new patients

for about a month.

Technically, we're closed,

but we got 'em on an injunction

for violating Open Meeting Laws.

So, they can't fire us.

They gotta keep us on the payroll

to take care of the lingering patients

until they get it resolved.

So, there's not really that much to do.

Dr. James, this is Miriam.

She's gonna cover for me today.

Ah. Welcome to yet
another sad, melancholy day

on the ward that we all love.

Not quite dead, not quite alive.

A little of each.

Like a teen slumber party, with dying.

♪ Morning come and Maria's gone ♪

♪ Morning come and Maria's gone ♪

- Didi: Mrs. Belfontaine...
- What...

- what is this? I thought she was discharged.
- ♪ Morning come ♪

- ♪ And Maria's gone ♪
- Well, her long-term care insurance said

- that they would pay for another week of rehab.
- (sings)

Just put her back in her bed and just...

(monitor beeping)

♪ ♪

Dawn: Morning.

Well, somebody's got a bounce

- in their step this morning.
- Well, I should.

I lost, like, 14 pounds in dialysis.

Look how loose my ring is.

Looking good, toots.

(chortles)

- Dr. James. Good morning.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, it's official. We're
officially compatible.

I just got the final results today.

Yes. I got the confirmation letter.

It's wonderful news.

Dr. Gladner will see us at 3:00.

Okay.

I bet we're so compatible,

I won't even need any immunosuppressants

to not reject your kidney.

- (phone rings)
- (receiver clicks)

Man on phone: Bengali Transplant Services.

Hi. Hi. Finally.

Uh, I'm glad to speak to you.

Hi. My name is, uh, Helen... Mirren,

and I am calling from the United States,

and I imagine that you get quite a few

calls from the United States.

Anyway, my daughter,
Sadie Mirren, is having,

uh, kidney failure and needs a transplant.

Yeah. Yes, we would need a donor.

That's... that's right.

Well, we could come, but I wondered,

can you ship a kidney?

So, this is feasible?

Okay. Um, and it's
absolutely on the up and up?

Oh, have you met Didi's new scab?

Miriam. She'll be with us through Didi's

- afternoon picketing.
- Well, I do give the girl credit.

Didi's like that heroic Dutch boy

with his finger in the dike,
trying valiantly but vainly

- to hold off the oceans.
- Yes. Um...

you know, I just wanted
to say, I feel so lucky.

I really need this kidney... you know?

My numbers are crashing
despite my rigorous diet

and counting every
calorie and eating right.

- And, you know, there's a thirst, dialysis thirst,
- Mm.

because you cannot drink that much.

It's hell.

But now, I see a light

at the end of a very long, dark tunnel.

(phone rings)

Jenna: How you have progressed!

Rosey, it's wonderful
to see you doing so well.

You are a success story.

We have a little bit more
range of motion exercises,

and we can discuss some scar remediation.

Are you drowning in all the extra care

and attention, Rose?

Are we killing you with kindness here? Yes?

She has nightmares.

Running through the house on fire,

her hair in flames.

Well, we can offer psychological
services to assist you

and make sure that this
is a smooth and safe

transition home.

Mrs. Belfontaine: ♪ Holding on ♪

♪ Somehow we go on ♪

♪ Keep each other strong ♪

- (louder) ♪ Holding on ♪
- Ah!

♪ Somehow we go on ♪

Am I the only one who cares?

Keeping this place ship-shape,

keeping it organized.

Marguerite! Please!

These tanks have been out
here for three days, okay?

Nobody cares. No pride of place.

Until janitorial and
plant services is restored,

I'm designating this the sling room.

All this auxiliary crap can go in there.

There's no excuse for this chaos.

What are you lookin' at?

I am so glad we're gonna be visiting

with Dr. Gladner this afternoon, Dawn,

because I have done so much
reading in the literature.

There were so many

things that I... I...
I really want to discuss.

Like, for example...

um... should I have a larger discussion

with everybody that my
decision is gonna affect?

You know, like the fact that

I won't be in a position
to give my only daughter,

Renee, a kidney, should she ever need one.

And then also, the... for example,

- how long am I gonna be out of work?
- Mm-hmm.

Y... y... you see?

Is this really the very
best time for me to donate?

Well, yeah. These are very good questions.

I mean, miracles do happen.

Sammy, just when you think it's
over and your life is ending,

generous people just come forward and...

that lady right there, Dr. James,

is one such person.

You wanna say thank you?

Wanna give her a hug?

Thank you for saving Dawn's life.

Thank you.

Okay. Sharing circle!

Um, I always had a much higher IQ

than all my friends in school,

so I dumbed it down.

My IQ is 126...

and, you know, to this day,
I'm still just terrified

to live up to my potential because...

you know, I don't want to be rejected.

I suppose my oldest
secret... that's what we're...

um, revealing?

I was in the back of Jenni Preston's car...

Dawn, Dawn, look at me.

I like when you watch me when I talk.

Anyway, the top was down, and we're driving

on Palisades Parkway, and
Linda Fiorintino's fall

blew off and she died of embarrassment,

but I pulled it off

because I never liked her.

Oh...

Okay. Um... Marguerite?

Got anything you wanna share?

Any big secrets? Anything?

I'm transsexual.

Yeah. I was born Martin
Macaw and then I transitioned

right after high school
and took Marguerite.

(clock ticking)

You know, it's... it's so hard to find

the right level of being a
woman 'cause I don't want to be

what men want a woman to be,

- some corrupted version of femininity.
- Mm, yeah.

Marguerite: I just wanna be me, you know?

And I've worked hard to get to this point,

and I can be the woman that I wanna be.

Being a woman is partly emotional,

partly physical for sure,

psychological, cultural...

spiritual even.

Oh, man. The spiritual
differences between men

and women are... whoa... vast.

I did not see that one comin'.

But all that stuff she was saying...

what was she saying?

I mean, do she like the way she look,

or did she just run out of money?

(chortles)

- (chortles)
- Didi: Dawn Forchette, what on Earth are you doing?

- Nothing.
- You shouldn't be eating that!

You're not supposed to be eating like that.

I'm not. Not really.

It's just a little slip is all, Didi.

I'm very upset that we're closing, okay?

And I'm not like you. I'm not perfect.

Dawn, you gotta be strong.

You... you don't wanna suffer a setback

- or compromise yourself.
- No.

Thank you, Didi.

Thank you for caring

and making me care better about myself.

♪ ♪

Hello. I'm Sister Lily
Claire from St. Edwen Hospital

in San Pedro for Dr. James.

I apologize for the mess.

This very strange limbo
can't go on much longer.

Uh, I should be free in two weeks,

but a good captain never abandons her ship.

Our board would be very pleased to explore

a place for you and,
uh, your clinical trials.

The diocese has been recently endowed

by the Huntington family to improve

our, uh, professional profile.

- It's the irony, you know?
- (laughs)

- In a... in a world that devalues science,
- Mm-hmm?

- the one guiding light, the breath of sanity,
- Mm-hmm?

is the Catholic Church.

Huh? (laughs)

- It... it's the tragedy of our times, Lily Claire.
- Yeah.

- Nobody cares, no.
- Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Geriatrics. Old people. Death.

There's no buzz. There's... it's not sexy.

- Yeah.
- Uh, we tried social media

to get the community to rally.

- Mm-hmm.
- Hospital press office... Oh!

...promised us they'd get stories out,

promised us they'd treat us the same

- as all the other departments, but no.
- Mm.

Truthfully, old women,
germs and C. diff,

I think it made some on the
board very uncomfortable.

- Yeah.
- We did get a couple good tweets out of it.

Yeah. Uh, listen.

We're already feeling the overflow

from your slowdown, so
we... uh, we definitely

need to increase our nursing staff,

so why don't you bring
a couple of your nurses?

Uh-huh. No. I th... I think that

my nurses are very dedicated to Mt. Palms,

so I feel certain that they're gonna wanna

stay on with... with... with whatever,

- uh, surviving departments, uh, unfortunately.
- Aww.

- Oh, too bad.
- Yeah.

Marguerite: Hey, Didi.

Do you have a... an extra union T-shirt?

You bet I do.

I'd like to join you on your picket line.

I don't have a scab to cover me,

but I could join you on my lunch hour.

I'm proud of you, Marguerite.

Even though you haven't
always been very nice to me.

Well, "The time has come," the walrus said.

Came in to clear out my stuff.

I'm sorry, Ron, that things
didn't work out between us,

and glad that things
didn't work out between us.

Um... I wish you well
with everything, and...

I will think of you with some sadness

and some fondness.

Thank you, Jenna.

- Another time, another place.
- Mm-hmm.

Ron Rudd, we hardly knew ye.

Mrs. Belfontaine: ♪ I
learned the truth at 17 ♪

♪ That love was meant
for beauty queens ♪

- ♪ High school girls with clear skinned smiles ♪
- Didi, really.

You've gotta do something about her.

- She is... she's a downer.
- (sings)

Just put her in 109 and close the door.

Stick a canary in there.

It seems there might be
a small miracle afoot.

We may all go to St.
Edwen Memorial together.

They were all interested after all!

♪ And those of us with ravaged
faces lacking in the... ♪

Mrs. Belfontaine and Sister Lily
Claire: ♪ Social graces ♪

♪ Desperately remained at home ♪

- ♪ Inventing lovers on the phone ♪
- (singing along)

♪ That call and say,
"Come dance with me" ♪

♪ And murmur vague obscenities ♪

Dawn.

Well, what are we talking about?

Are we talking about Marguerite?

No. Should we be?

I don't know. I just
wonder, I mean, do you...

do you think she still has her penis?

Pats...

I... I don't really know,

- and it's really none of our business.
- Well, don't you wanna know?

And no wonder she was so het up about HIPPA

and medical privacy.

Nurse, could I have a word
with you please? In private?

I understand you have
been talking to patients,

inquiring about their "sexual well-being."

Oh, that, sir, is part
of our Community Service

and Abuse of Women Activism Program.

And what does that have to do with me?

Certain information
about your sexual history

- has come to my attention.
- You don't seriously think

that I have had sex with these women?

I assume nothing.

Only that you are a sexual compulsive

with apparently very little
control over your libido.

I am a sex addict, not a sex offender.

Now see, I know nothing about that,

and... and I know nothing
of the risk you present.

The number of women you've slept with,

I've only heard rumor and hearsay.

I don't know if it's hundreds or thousands.

- Thousands.
- Exactly.

Now, I certainly don't know
if there were any men involved.

Yes.

Yeah. See?

And I don't know if it's a lot of them.

I mean, how many?

Hm?

Men.

Enough.

Well, see, I don't know what
to do with that information,

but certainly, you can see it's enough

to arouse...

a prima facie concern.

If you reference me...

in writing or in conversation...

I will make you very sorry,

and I will see that you
are properly punished.

All chanting: No lo cierren!

No lo cierren! No lo cierren!

No lo cierren!

(overlapping chatter)

Keep the ward open!

(mocking chant) No special interests!

- Protester: Keep the ward open!
- Man: Who the hell are you?

Your blood type is compatible,

your HLA tissue typing pretty good...

But it could be better.

Never let the perfect get
in the way of the good.

I'm just wondering, should we pause

for me to get my own nephrologist?

Why?

Well, uh, 'cause he's your nephrologist

and you have a strong,
personal connection with him,

and I wouldn't want to upset that

or compromise that in any way.

Now that you're a match,
we line you up with Trish,

our independent living donor advocate,

to promote your interests, explain consent,

explore your rationale for donation,

ensure that you are free
of any untoward pressures

or inducement, uh, discuss surgical

and follow-up procedures.

- So, not to worry, full steam ahead.
- Mm-hmm. Okay.

Well, this was wonderful.

A match made in heaven.

I think we should all say,

once again, how smart it was of you, Dawn.

I mean, it was almost
like you had a sixth sense.

Well, you don't need to talk about that.

Dr. Gladner: To get so
far out in front of this

before any actual imminent need,

you went looking for a donor

before you even knew
you needed a transplant.

- Jenna: How so?
- Well, without her determination,

to find a new kidney before she needed one,

would the same opportunity
have presented itself

for you to have made your sacrifice?

Jenna: Let me get it straight.

Her numbers were quite stable.

- So, she was fine?
- Yes.

Until this rather
dramatic, anomalous spike.

Uh-huh. And tell me,
Happy, how do you think that

this might have come to pass?

Uh, sometimes transplant patients
get a bit ahead of their skis.

- Mm-hmm.
- It's called "transplant enthusiasm."

Uh, they, uh, you know,
take advantage of the fact,

they let off on their regimens

when they know a kidney is nigh.

Eat more sweets than we should.

But I'd be hard-pressed
to imagine anyone capable

- of eating this much.
- Wow.

Oh, Dawn. What a tangled web we weave.

You were never even gonna
give it in the first place.

I was committed to giving you
a kidney, saving your life.

You trying to make this about me?

Yeah. You promised me.

You bragged to everyone
about your generosity.

- You owe it.
- Is this the little girl who cried wolf trying to speak?

Oh, I bet my Donor Rights Advocate would

have field day with you.

- I deserve to live.
- I don't wanna give it anymore.

I don't like being used.

You know, there are huge emotional
issues attached to live donation.

They say to not even take an organ
from anyone you have issues with.

- Mm-hmm.
- So, if you are really not giving it,

and this may be the last
time we see each other,

then I'm gonna tell
you what I really think.

You are probably the most

selfish woman I have ever met.

Oh, nice try, but it's not about me,

and you need a psychiatrist.

- It is about you!
- You're like a monkey throwing your feces at me.

Yeah, you know, I would
throw my feces at you

for the horrible things that
you say about me and my motives.

Okay, fine. Let's let Didi decide

who this is about.

Fine.

They're anti-union thugs
paid for by the hospital.

Didi! Didi!

She's been making it all up.

Who are you talking about?

Who do you think I'm talking about?

If somebody says, "She's
been making it all up,"

who out of everybody in the whole world

naturally comes to mind? Oh, there she is!

She never needed a transplant at all.

Only at first.

Okay, I got serious shit going on out here.

Dawn: Okay, any kidney patient

cannot last long on the numbers I have.

Which is your doing.

She's on some kind of
a kamikaze eating binge.

Yeah, yeah. I saw her gorging last week.

She called me a pussy
and told me to shut up.

You know what? I think you are hardly

one to be sharing other's
secrets, Marguerite.

You had me out there
advocating on your behalf

under false pretenses?

But you know what? What
we're all missing here

is that I need a kidney now!

I could be dead in four months.

Which you could reverse if
you had any self-respect!

- But I don't.
- But you can thrive on dialysis.

I hate dialysis. I hate it.

I want a transplant.

Millions of people are on dialysis!

Yeah, I know five-
and six-year-old kids

who are on, like, their third kidney

just 'cause they're
cute, and it's not fair!

Oh!

Hey, you're using ruthless tactics.

- No, you're using ruthless tactics!
- Hey! You stop

taking photographs or
you're gonna be carried out!

- Oh, really?
- Come on!

Hold on! Oh, no, no! Stop.

Now, I'm talking to you.

You let these nurses
have their little picket.

- It's their right.
- Oh, shut up!

- Oh!
- Oh, shit!

- Oh!
- Didi: Marguerite!

Let me see.

Oh, oh.

Oh...

Pretty as a picture.

I can't take much more of this.

I am so desperately
ready for this to be over.

This is just torture.

This is like death by a thousand blows.

♪ My teachers all laugh ♪

♪ Their smirking stares... ♪

I swear to God, somebody
better get her to shut up.

- Didi: Get out of my way.
- Guard: Nurse, you can't...

- I said, "Move it"!
- Nurse!

- Nurse!
- Wait. Stop. What... what... what are you doing?

It's criminal to have unused
beds when there's a need.

This is Mr. Webber. We're gonna take
care of him. They were sending him

- all the way to Alhambra for rehab...
- Stop!

You can't just be abducting
patients off the street!

And you brought the homeless woman too!

Didi: That's right. She needs a bath.

Yeah, well this is just
turning into anarchy.

Ma'am, we're gonna be with
you in just a second, okay?

- ♪ They say I can't see you anymore, baby ♪
- Give her a shot

- ♪ Can't see you anymore ♪
- of something and knock her out!

- (camera clicks)
- What are you doing?

I'm documenting your injury for
our case against the hospital.

I'm adding this to the lawsuit.

Disrupting lawful union activity

- in addition to violating Open Meeting Laws...
- Oh, my God.

Oh, Didi. These are technicalities.

That's all that they are.

This is like the siege of Leningrad, here,

trying to starve us out,
we're reduced to eating

boiled magazines and book paste.

You're holding us all hostage.

Nobody is running me out of here

- like an old barn rat.
- Didi, let us go.

Let us get on with our lives

and find new jobs. Now what are you doing?

I'm getting rid of Christmas,

so we can get ready for Valentine's Day.

Miriam, you can go home now.

There is no Valentine's
Day! Don't you get it?

We're dead. You're just
prolonging the agony.

You're prolonging the suffering.

It's time to let go.

- Pull the plug.
- No!

- ♪ I can't see you ♪
- Oh, my God.

- ♪ Anymore, baby ♪
- How'd she get over there?

- ♪ Can't see you anymore ♪
- When I pull the plug, I want it to be on my terms.

And for... for once, I wanna have a say.

I wanna say, "You didn't
ask me what I think.

"You... you didn't ask me how I feel."

Dr. James, don't you care?

Care?

When I drive home at night,
I drive in the far right lane

in case I need to pull over
to the shoulder quickly,

just in case the panic
attack becomes a heart attack.

Uh, there are some days
I feel like I'm suffering

cognitive deficits.

The rest of the time, I know that I am.

I don't know what's gonna happen next.

We put up the good fight, Didi,

but it's over.

- ♪ I can't see you anymore ♪
- I just can't stand

that they're doing this to us.

- ♪ I don't want to see you ♪
- That we don't have a say.

- ♪ Anymore, baby ♪
- It's never on our terms.

Okay. Oh, look at this
beautiful scar tissue.

Healthy grafts.

You've healed.

Hey.

Look.

Um... thank you.

I'm comforting Didi over
her sense of disempowerment.

No, Dawn. No, it's not that...

- it's not that kind of a hug.
- I'm sad.

- Okay.
- (whimpers)

- Pats.
- Oh, God.

Ugh.

(whimpers)

Mm.

Okay, that's enough.

Okay.

There's no justice.

There is no justice.

War criminals die peacefully in their beds.

The innocent die of infection.

This is the real world.

I'm gonna make us some tea.

Paula: What is the matter with you people?

You just cannot slip quietly off

into the blessed good night.

What are you talking about?

You cannot go around talking about

whether another employee
does or does not have a penis.

I mean, does that really
seem like something that is

remotely acceptable in any workplace?

Doesn't anyone see the multiple reasons

why that might be offensive?

Marguerite, I'm really sorry.

I... I didn't report you.

I did.

You got the nerve to go

speculatin' about
Marguerite's little penis.

(whirring)

Anybody want any
Half-and-Half with their tea?

(explosion)

(clattering, shattering)

Paula: What just happened?

- Oh! The microwave blew up!
- Is there a fire?

- I need a fire extinguisher...
- (explosion)

- (all scream)
- Dawn: Shit!

Terrorists!

The oxygen tanks...

- Dawn, stay back!
- Dawn!

- They're all gonna blow!
- Dawn!

- Move.
- No.

- (alarm wails)
- Get the door! Hit the door!

Shit!

- Call 9-1-1.
- I am.

Jenna: Remember your drill skills, people.

Nurse, evacuate all patients

to triage in North Gate entrance.

Towels for underneath the door.

It's Code Red, Billy Barnes.

- (explosion)
- Aah!

(shattering, clattering)

Shit.

Patsy: The doors are fucking toast!

Everyone out the back!

- Fuck!
- Keep moving.

- Is there a fire?
- You know what, ma'am?

I don't know, but you hop right up here

and we are gonna take you for a
little ride down the corridor, okay?

Here we go.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Boy, I bet this brings
back memories, huh, Rosey?

It's okay. We're gonna get you out of here.

Fire department's on its way.

What's going on? Anyone need help?

- Over here.
- Antoine: Oh.

- (explosion)
- Three more patients to evacuate

- All right. Okay.
- to triage, North Gate center.

- Right here. Right here. You got it? Gotcha.
- Got? Got?

- Yeah. Okay. Good.
- Yeah. I got her. I got her.

All right. There you go.

This thing is for shit.

We are still evacuating
until further notice!

Rooms will be evacuated
in sequential order!

(clattering)

Where the fuck is the fire department?

(shattering)

(random piano keys play)

- (explosion)
- (screams)

(gasping)

(clattering)

- (clatters)
- Oh, no! Oh!

Oh, my God! I'm trapped! Aah!

Pats!

- No! Go on! I can't! Save yourself!
- No!

Look at me. I will not
leave you here to die.

Patsy, I know we can't be together.

I've gotta make Dennis work
and you've gotta be gay,

but it was destiny that
brought us to each other.

We were meant for each other,

just not in the way that we thought.

- Now, I will not abandon you!
- (explosion)

Help! Somebody help me!

- Jenna: Dawn?
- Dawn: He's having a panic attack.

Oh, here. Give me that.
Nurse, get on the blanket.

- Get on the blanket.
- Is everyone okay?

Jenna: We're fine, Ron.
The nurse is high-strung.

- (groans)
- Ow!

- Show me. Let me see.
- (groans)

- No, I'm okay. I'm okay.
- What are you doing?

- What? No! I will not be wheeled from my own ward.
- Sit down!

- Don't, Ron. I mean it. Stop!
- (groaning)

- Get off of me!
- Stop it!

Oh, God.

- Okay. Let's go. Let's go then.
- Patsy: I don't wanna die!

- (groaning)
- Jenna: Pull with your back, Dawn.

(grunts)

Jenna: That's right. Keep moving.

- (Dawn grunts)
- Atta girl. Atta girl.

- Fireman: Excuse me...
- Go, go, go. Okay.

- Did you get the main valve to work?
- What?

Forget it. We'll find it.

- (groans)
- Jenna: Come on, girls!

- That's it! Right... right through the door.
- All right. Come on.

You've got to... you've
got to... Good idea, Dawn.

Push. Push, push, push.

Use your legs, Dawn. Come on.

Through the door. Atta girl.

- (shirt tears)
- (gasps)

I'm stuck. My shirt's stuck.

Oh, God.

- (shirt tears)
- (grunts)

Patsy: No, Dawn! No! Listen
up! You can't be here!

- I'm getting you a bed in cardiology.
- You cannot be in here!

Pass 'em, Ron. Go around.

(Patsy groans)

Now we go up to triage.

Do we know how the fire started?

Those morons in Extended Care.

We'll do our best to contain it.

- Fireman: I'm on my way.
- Should've turned that place into a food court

when we had the chance.

- Comin' through!
- Oh...

Down, down, down, down, down.

Down.

(panting)

Can you move your foot?

Um...

I think it's all right.

- (groans)
- Dawn: Okay, okay. We're here!

Pats, can you get up?

Yeah! I'm fine, okay?

Don't coddle me.

Oh, shit.

- I'm totally fine.
- Dennis: Honey! Darling!

Oh, I found you. You're safe.

Yeah. I'm okay.

- I was scared I lost you.
- Okay.

- Fireman: More over here!
- Sprinklers didn't work, Paul.

No. No, that's not possible.

- I'm... I'm...
- You let maintenance fall so low,

as if from the moment you set me up

running that place,
you've been angling to see

me go up in flames, so here it is.

You got what you wanted.
Billy Barnes is burning!

Dr. James, I'm thinking
of going to medical school.

Could I get your recommendation?

Now is not the time, Nurse Jodie.

What's the matter with you people?

We have patients inside to evacuate!

Come on!

- Nurse: Let's go!
- Man: All right, guys. Come on, come on!

Fire jumpin' up to two!

I just want to make sure this
won't affect the deal in any way.

I want you to know

that I know you was violating
them Open Meeting Laws.

Nurse: I got you, I got you.

Jenna: Come on! We work as a team, people.

Didi: Six patients left to go.

Come on, little mama.

- Antoine?
- Antoine: Yep?

- Get her.
- Oh. Okay.

Come right out here.

- These are the last two.
- Jenna: That's the end of the patients.

It's spreading! Jumped to the hospital.

You burnt the fucker to the ground, Dawn.

Jenna: Hey, hey, hey.
No finger pointing now.

Well, it's true. She did.
She burned it up good.

Well, I'm glad, 'cause the only good thing

about that unloved place was us.

And the patients.

And caring for them.

It falls upon me to say a few words.

We strove to do good,

to show compassion by action.

Some of us like touching.
Others of us do not.

A patient said to me,

"Thank you for making my
death worth dying for,"

and I say to you, "Thank you for making

"my work worth working for."

(overlapping chatter)

Man: Watch out! Watch out!

♪ When the guests are done ♪

♪ I'll tidy up the room ♪

♪ I'll turn the covers down ♪

♪ And gazing at the moon ♪

♪ I'll pray to go quite mad ♪

- Oh, shit!
- ♪ And live in long ago ♪

Oh...

- ♪ Pass the tea and sympathy ♪
- Gad!

- Didi: Mrs. Belfontaine.
- ♪ For the good old days are dead ♪

Dawn: You are safe with us, ma'am.

♪ Let's drink a toast to
those who best survived ♪

♪ The life they've led ♪

(cough)

(sigh)

(monitor beeping)

Don't blow it.

I've taken care of my kidneys all my life.

I mean it.

Hi.

I love him.

I really love them too.

Say what you will, but
I sure do love her a lot.

Dawn, sweetie. This is what I want to say.

There is no justice,

but there is mercy.

Because that's what we
can give to each other.

(heart monitor beeping)

(beeping continuing)

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