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Pits, don't you recognize me?

EMILY:
Do I recognize you?

You were my tormentor,
my nemesis.

Cassandra Kopelson.

Date anyone in the world

except for Cassandra.

I won't ask her out.

Do you bake? I'm
thinking lemon bars.

So, you're friends
with my daughter.

Chief Dupre, yes.

The woman in 501 is

actually my mom.

She has pancreatic cancer.

I don't know why, but I think
she's going to be okay.

EMILY:
Senior Cut Day was planned
to perfection.

It would be
at Logan's Beach on May 19,

but on May 18 the principal
called me into her office,

and using
very underhanded methods,

she guilt-tripped me
into spilling the beans.

Needless to say,
the senior class was not happy,

and even though
my locker was vandalized

and my car and the sidewalk
in front of my house,

I don't regret coming clean

because no matter
what happens in my life,

no day will ever be
as bad as that day.

Plus, I learned
a valuable lesson--

ignore feelings of guilt.

(collides)

(groaning)

So...

yeah... still working on that.

You had every right
to ask him not to date her.

He's your friend
and she's a cold-blooded snake.

That's redundant;
snakes are cold-blooded.

She's a plain old snake.

She doesn't deserve him.

Ignore feelings of guilt.

Has Joyce Barnes checked in yet?

Joyce Barnes-- that's how
we refer to our mother?

Let me see.

Joyce Barnes is not checked in.

(elevator bell dings)

(laughter)

Like cancer.
And car accidents.

Oh, do you remember that article
in The Atlantic a while back

about how women
can't have it all?

We were thinking
that we kind of had it all.

Cancer.

Car accident.

You were in a
car accident?

No, no, E-Emily was.

Yeah, just a little one.

She left a note
because she's a good girl.

Would this be a good time
for me to take my mom

to her extremely
important CT scan?

'Cause I could always
come back if you two need

some more time
to chitchat.

Did he just say "chitchat"?

Male chauvinist pig.

You're gonna be
late to rounds.

I'll come see you
later, Joyce.

Hey, so, actually,
I wanted to put you

on my mom's
case today.

Great, give us
more time to chitchat.

Hey, you guys can't
gang up on me, right?

No, we'll chitchat
about it later.

Good morning.

Good morning.
Good morning.

Do you spell
"monocle"

with an "O" or an "A"?

An "O."

BOY:
Told you.

WOMAN:
Good job, Sammy.

Loquastic.

Still not a word.

So,

Unfortunately the hepatitis
is causing Sam's liver to fail.

We can't reverse
the damage.

He will need a partial
liver transplant.

MAN:
It's going
to be okay, pal.

So, what happens next?

Well, we will test you both
to see

assuming that you
want to donate.

Yeah, absolutely.
Of course we do.

I want to be
tested, too.

Whoa, not so fast.

Well, what are the risks?

They're common surgical risks--
pain, bleeding, infection--

but we have extremely qualified
physicians, and everyone will be

in good hands.

Okay.

Okay.

Well, Dr. Owens and Dr. Collins
will do blood draws,

and we will proceed from there.

Okay.

MAN:
Thank you.

Can you do mine?

Yeah, sure.

So, Sam, right?

Bet you're
an old hand

at getting your blood drawn.

This arm's better.

I used to play Bananagrams
with my friend in med school.

We had this epic fight
about the word "loquastic."

Is that a word?

No.
Yeah.

It's definitely
not a word.

Definitely a word.

What do you think--
"loquastic"?

Is it in the dictionary?

We play "no
dictionaries allowed."

Not a word.
See?

I knew I liked you.

I'll drop these
at the lab.

Ugh, Gina gave me
a narcoleptic COPDer.

Guy's never going
to wean off the BiPAP.

Snore.

That's me, not him.

You're so lucky you've got the
kid with the liver transplant,

Emily, but, I mean, you,
like, totally deserve it.

You're so great
with kids.

What's up, Cassandra,
why are you being nice?

What...?

Oh, fine,
I need a favor.

Something bizarre
is happening with Will.

Everything was great, he was
obviously really into me,

and then, out of the blue,
he just started blowing me off.

Act surprised.

Wow, that is really bizarre.

You're his friend;
did he say anything to you?

No, no, not a thing,
absolutely nothing.

(beeping)

I have to get this.

Could you ask him what happened?

I'd really rather not
get involved.

Please, it just--
it doesn't make any sense.

I keep going over what
happened-- if I did anything.

No, stop feeling guilty.

She's mean.

Get her to say something mean.

Cassandra,
do you like my shoes?

No, they're awful.

(elevator bell dings)
No reason.

Thank you.

And, like I said, I just
don't want to get involved.

(indistinct announcements
over P.A.)

What?
I got your page.

What's the emergency?

My boyfriend's here.

What?

My fake boyfriend--
his name is Rick.

We used to smoke weed
together in high school.

The passed-out guy?

I ran into him six
months ago at a deli

and I ended up telling my
parents that we were dating

to get them off my back 'cause
of, you know, them not knowing

I'm gay.
You see the problem?

Well, there are
just so many.

Rick doesn't know
he's my beard.

So we have to keep
him away from my dad.

No, there is no "we,"

and maybe this is a sign that
you should tell him the truth.

(door opens)
(indistinct announcement
over P.A.)

What do we got?

PARAMEDIC:
Systolic is 70
and dropping.

Get him into a trauma bay.

One of you, deal with that.

If you can't get him
up, give him naloxone.

Go, go.

I can't let Rick see me.

(indistinct announcement
over P.A.)

How long
has he been nodding off?

Uh, under an hour.

Can you hear me, sir?

Do you know his name?

Conor, Conor
McCall.

Conor, Conor,
can you hear me?

OD'd during a visit to
his probation officer.

No track marks.

Probably some kind
of opiate, pills.

He's totally unresponsive.

Give me .8 milligrams
of naloxone.

Be prepared-- naloxone,
I've heard, is pretty dramatic.

It reverses the effects
of the opiates,

but it prevents
the pain receptors...

(screaming)

Hold him down, Officer!

Help, somebody get his legs!

I've got this arm.

Hold him down!

Hold him down, Officer!

Hold him down, Officer!

(nurse screams)

Oh, my God, I pulled s--
s-something came off.

You pulled off his penis,
Dr. Owens?

No, it's...

I mean, it's, it's obviously
not a real one, it's...

Although it is really lifelike
and it's big.

It's actually called
a doppelwanger?

Yep, helps these guys get
around drug tests.

They're watched
when they urinate,

so the, uh, fake, uh...

It's okay,
I'm a doctor.

Right, well, the fake penis
is attached by a tube

to a patch of
clean urine.

(clears throat)
That's pretty industrious.

CONOR:
Please,

can't you give me
something for the pain?

No pain meds for junkies.

I'm not a junkie.

Right, right, no
one's a junkie.

Parking him in 531.

(groaning)

It's going to be a little
while till you can book him.

We have to monitor him until
the naloxone wears off.

This hospital has
pretty good vending machines.

Yeah, I know, right?

a couple months back
that was great.

You eat from
the food ones?

I'm telling you,
it was delicious.

and I'll let you know
when he's in better shape.

Here in slice 16

you see an ill-defined
hypodense solid tumor.

in the uncinate process
of the pancreas.

Now, I don't appreciate
direct involvement of the SMA,

from the absence
of the fat plane,

and here
in the axial cross section,

we see that the tumor remains
at 42 millimeters.

So it hasn't shrunk
at all?

No.

Okay, well, we're just

gonna have to get
more aggressive.

I'm thinking
a combination

of oxaliplatin and gemcitabine.

Well, we can try...

Good, let's do it.

Hey, are you okay?

Me? Yeah.

Because if you want to...

No, I'm fine.

Is Rick still here?

I think he's in
the waiting room.

Shoot.

If I text the word "fire
alarm," you know what to do.

♪

You're eating from
the food ones?

Tyra, I forgot you worked here.

You know, after we ran
into each other,

I know, I know, me, too,
but, you know, life happens,

we're all busy,
so, you know,

we'll catch up sometime,
just not now 'cause, you know,

you got to get to work
and I do, too.

Okay, wait, what's going on?

Why do you want me to leave?

I don't.

Okay... it's not a huge deal,

but I need your help.

After we ran into each other
at the deli,

I told my parents
that you and I started dating.

(laughing):
Uh, because

they keep trying
to fix me up

because they don't, um,
know that I'm gay.

You haven't changed
since high school, have you?

That's not fair.

Elaborate lies to your parents?

DUPRE:
Rick.

Rick Malone.

Hey there!

Only because you keep
canceling my dinner invitations.

(chuckles
nervously)

Well, you know, things
have been crazy at work.

Hey, I understand.
We'll try again.

My wife and I would really love
to have you over.

Looking forward to it
as well, sir.

I so owe you.

If there is
anything,

anything you need...

EMILY:
You told him I'd go out

with him?
It's not that
big of a deal.

You don't have to
put out or anything.

I mean, I'm sure
he'd appreciate that,

but that's totally
up to you.

No. I-It's not
happening.

Please.

It would mean
a lot to me.

He just helped me
out with my dad.

So what if you know that
her dad is having an affair

and you haven't told her?

Ignore feelings of guilt.

One cup of coffee.

(sighs)

Blood test
for that family.

Thank you... Ooh.

Yeah, so the parents
aren't a match.

At least the sister is.

No, well, look at the alleles.

Luke and Karen are A positive,
Sam's a B.

Well, that doesn't work.

That means he can't be the fa...

Oh.

Aw, geez. You think he knows?

I looked at the intake form,

and he's listed
as the biological father.

She must know, right?
She had sex with the other guy.

She could've had sex with her
husband around the same time.

Guess we're gonna find out.

Oh, come on!

Seriously?

Unfortunately,
you're not a match.

Neither of us?

I'm afraid not.

But...

Tracy is a match.

if you don't want to.
Are you kidding me?

Of course I'm gonna do it.

Is this our only option?

Unless you have
another close relative

who might want
to get tested.

No. Our...

only immediate relatives
are Luke's parents,

but they're
in their 70s.
WILL: Right.

Well, they wouldn't
be viable.
That's too old.

TRACY:
It's fine.

I'm doing it.

What do you mean I have
a break-bad-news face?

You just do.

EMILY:
Well, I'm not telling them.

It's not our place, and...

what is so break-bad-news-y
about my face?

Well, don't obsess
about it.
I'm not obsessing.

Clearly obsessing.
What is it?

What's so funny?

My face, basically.

No. Uh, we were
actually...

we were just
discussing a case.

So...

Oh, uh...

yeah, sure,

um... of course.

See you guys later.

(sighs)

I know I asked you
not to date her,

and I'm very grateful,
but, uh...

you don't have to be rude.

Seriously? You asked me
to blow her off.

Now you want to manage
the way I do it?

Now I just feel really bad.

Yeah, well, you know, it's...

sort of an awkward situation.

But if I'm too friendly,
she's gonna get mixed signals,

which I don't want
her to get, so...

just let me handle it.

Dr. Owens,

your addict's in trouble.

Come on.

(monitor beeping)

Peaked Ts.

Sine waves?
Saw it on
the monitor.

And with him
being diabetic...

(gasps)
It's hypokalemia.

amp of calcium chloride,
ten units of insulin,

and an amp
of glucose, stat.

He was mentating fine,
and then his rhythm degenerated.

Okay, I'm guessing he's not one
of your more...

responsible diabetics.

It's probably DKA.

Amp calcium chloride.

Okay, let's go.
Bolus it.

Insulin.

He's about
to flatline.

Should I start compressions?

No.

Glucose.

Glucose and the insulin in.

Amp bicarb.

(heartbeat steadies)

(sighs)
He's back in normal sinus.

Apparently our diabetic
was not taking his insulin.

Why didn't we catch this?

Non-compliant symptoms
were masked by drug use.

Okay, well, we need to get his
blood chemistry back in order.

Dr. Owens,

next 12 hours are critical.

You need to monitor him closely.

Cue one hour chem
sevens initially.

Don't forget to correct
for a sodium concentration.

Replete potassium before he
gets hypokalemic, not after.

Keep a close eye
on his fluid status.

You need to be on top of
it but not too aggressive.

Last thing we need is for this
joker to get cerebral edema

for some kind of...
overzealous fluid repletion.

Okay.

Yeah, got it.

And remember,
his drug addiction's

not your responsibility.
You're only here

to treat the medical issues.

(sighs)

Mrs. Ballard?

Can I help you?
No, I...

Yes, I, um...

Are you okay?

Yes, yes. These, uh....

these are the consent forms
for Tracy.

Do you want to sit...
for a minute?

Thank you, I...

I just... I feel
like I'm a little...

overwhelmed by all this.

Yeah. I...

I understand.
It's a lot.

I mean, I was just processing
Sam's surgery, and...

now Tracy's going in,
too, and...

She says she isn't scared,
but...

I know her, and...

I just...

I just wish I could do
something,

and there's nothing
I can do, and...

Well, there is...

maybe something.

The blood
test showed

that your husband is not...

Sam's biological father.

Maybe

the man who is
would be willing...

to donate?

It was one night...
You don't have to...

one night 12 years ago, a...

coworker...

Matt Porter.

How am I gonna tell my husband?

Can't wear a lab coat
on a date.

You did the right thing
by telling her.

Yeah, but now
what does she do?

And it's not a date.

It is coffee.

She's got to choose.

TYRA: You can make
nice conversation,

right? You're not
gonna be all dull

and "Which movies
do you like?"

and "I think Greek yogurt's
overrated," right?

I can improve on that.

I would tell. You?

Yeah.

Well, what do you know,
you think you know someone,

then you find out she keeps
a penis in her locker.

(sighs)
Seriously,

could Albagetti be
more immature?

I'm no expert, but the
detail work is...

stunning.

Hmm.

Have fun on your date.

(scoffs)

It's not a date.

And where did you go
to undergrad?

Uh, the University
of Illinois.

You?

Boulder.

For the skiing.

You ski?

No.

I'm really
uncoordinated.

So, you booked Conor,

and, uh, wh-what else
do you have...

going on... today?

Okay.

Getting the sense that Tyra
might have exaggerated

when she said that you were
totally into me.

She has a way of putting me into
very uncomfortable situations.

You, too, huh?

I just thought...

something good might come out
of it this time.

You never know
how you end up meeting...

your person, right?

EMILY:
Oh, how sweet.

Maybe you should consider him.

Are you ready to meet
y-your... person?

Uh, yeah,
I want the whole deal--

house, picket fence, kids.

Aw, that's so nice.

I mean,

that's why I proposed to Lauren

six months ago.

And cue the other shoe
dropping.

But what do you know?

She... upped and cheated on me.

(chuckles bitterly)

So, I was hoping
that you...

maybe you could take
my mind off of her.

I'm out.
DUPRE: Twice in one day, Rick.

What luck.

(sighs)

Where's Mom?

She said she
needed some air.

Oh, come on. What's
with the gloom?

Tracy, there's
a fine-looking young man

right here, and you haven't
even flirted with him.

Dad!
Oh, my God, Dad.

You are so embarrassing.

Good!

There are my kids.

Well, everything
looks great.

Your brother's lucky
to have such a healthy donor.

Luke.

I need to speak
with you.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Grown-up stuff.

Luke.

(shivering)
I'll get you another blanket.

Hey, is my brother

out there in the waiting room?

Tall guy, salt and pepper hair.

No. I don't think so.

Good.

I-I told him not
to come anyway.

I don't want him
to see me like this.

God.

(groans)

What's with the itching?
Why am I itching so much?

It's the drugs working their
way out of your system.

(groans)
I didn't even
take that much.

It must have been
a bad batch or something.

(groans)

Do not get involved.

It's a mistake.

His addiction is not
your responsibility.

I got... popped one time

for possession.

I took a few pills.

Totally forgot that I was
supposed to see my P.O. that day

and...

God, I'm hot, too.

How am I hot and cold
at the same time?

Your pain receptors
are firing in overdrive.

(panting)

Can you do something
about the light, please?
Yeah.

It's so bright.

(groans, exhales)

Yeah, definitely
a bad batch.

No metastasizing means
that the tumor hasn't grown.

Which is good news.

Definitely.
That part is good.

What part isn't?

There's no good or bad, really.

We don't like
to classify things that way,

because w-we're
looking at the whole picture.

Oh, did the tumor shrink at all?

Okay, it's not
just about shrinking.

What we need to do right now,
is we need to find

the exact right
combination of meds.

Because the first ones
didn't work?

(chuckles):
It isn't that... Mom.

It's just that we have
even more effective ones

So a lot of this
is trial and error.

The good news
is that we have

a lot of medications
to choose from.

(laughs):
Wow.

That's a lot of good news.

KAREN:
Dr. Owens?

We've... talked it over,

and we want to try
to get in touch with Sam's...

with the biological father,

Matt Porter.

I-I think I can track him down.
Okay.

We'd just need an answer
by the morning.

And give him the number
of the nurses' station.

There's always someone here
to pick up.

Yes, okay.
Thanks.

The junkie's driving me nuts.

Okay, I'll check
on him again.

Good luck.

Anyway, I'm still here
at the hospital.

And... I'm feeling
pretty bad, bro.

If you wanted to drop by,
that'd be okay.

Heard you weren't
feeling too good.

Can't you give me
something, please?

Just to... take the edge off?

You're almost through
the worst of it.

I know it doesn't
feel that way.

(exhales)

Conor. Conor!

Conor!

I need naloxone in room 531,

and men-- lots of big men!

(quietly):
Come on back.

I need 4.2 milligrams.

First dose must
have worn off.

Where are the men?
Coming.

Brace him.

Now.

(grunting)

EMILY:
Hold him down!
Hold him down!

(Conor grunting)

(beeping)

(beeping stops)

I got your page.

Is everything okay?

Close the door. Please?

What's going on?
I don't know.

No one will tell me anything
about my scans today.

You didn't talk to Micah?

(laughs):
I did.

He keeps saying things are good,
things are good.

But I know my son, and the more
he says things are good,

the more I know
things are not good.

Let me go get him, okay?
No.

And I called the oncologist
and he's off for the weekend,

and I... I need to know
what's going on.

I need to know...

What did the CT scan show?

Um, if Micah...

You're my doctor, too.

Don't you have an obligation?

This is my life,

and nobody will tell me
what's going on.

I... deserve to know
what's going on.

Please...

tell me.

Did the tumor shrink?

(whispers):
No.

(exhales, inhales sharply)

(whispers):
Thank you.

(mumbles)

Have you seen Dr. Barnes?
No, not recently.

My father said
he saw you and Rick

getting all cozy
in the cafeteria,

so now I have to fake
break up with him.

Or you could just tell
your father the truth.
(groans)

Since you tried to steal
my man, you and I'll have
to pretend we're not talking.

Micah, I wanted
to talk to you about something.

I'm running late
for an ex lap;

I'll catch up
with you later.

Any word from
the biological father?

No, not yet.

Hope he shows up.

Dr. Owens!

I'm Dr. Tavana
from Urology.

I was told you needed a consult.

Something about
a dislocated penis.

(laughter)

Ha-ha.

(continues laughing)

Very mature.

(others resume laughing)

(beeping)
If you laugh,
our friendship is over.

(groans)

I feel like I'm gonna die.

I never felt like this,
like I was gonna die.

You're not gonna die.

You did have more opiates
in your system, though,

than we originally thought.

Bad batch?

It wasn't a bad batch.

Conor, you have a very
serious drug addiction.

outlasted the medication
that we gave you to block it.

You don't even know me.

You look at me

and you think "addict,"

but that's not all I am.

I'm a graphic designer.

I'm a really good
graphic designer.

My aunt was a fantastic
photographer...

and a really great cook.

But when I think of her,
I think "alcoholic,"

because...

her addiction got in the way
of everything else.

But everyone partied.

When I was in college,
all my friends,

we got wasted,
that's all we did.

We got wasted...

So I'm guessing
your friends... stopped.

So why can't I stop?

We don't know

what makes some people more
prone to addiction than others?

Sometimes it's family history,
and sometimes it's just random.

My brother--

he's not coming--

he, uh...

the last time that I saw him,
he said that he didn't want me

so... I mean,
I don't even know
where I would go.

Like...

like, a rehab?

I don't have any money
or anything.

Do you want to go?

(crying quietly)

Yeah.

I'll look into it.

No, he let his insurance lapse,

so I was hoping that
a state rehab might have a bed.

You do? (gasps)

No. He can't wait four days.

No, ma'am... ma'am, no,
he's being discharged tomorrow,

and if he doesn't
start treatment,

he's gonna start
using again, and I...

Hey, take the bed.

Issue a 21-70 on the guy.

That's a good idea.

Thank you.
No problem.

I'm sor...
Yes, I'm here.

Um, we will take the bed.

What's a... 21-70?

It's the Colorado State

institutional code
for involuntarily
confining someone

who might do harm
to themselves or to others.

The bed at the facility

is not available for
another four nights, but...

I can't keep you here unless
you feel like you might...

do harm to yourself...

or to... others.

Well, I-I have been...

feeling really bad
about my life.

Really, really bad?

I'm sorry to hear that.

If you still feel
that way tomorrow,

I'm gonna have no choice
but to keep you here.

You're the doctor.

WILL:
"Anticipate," as in--

"They did not anticipate
that Will would play
such an awesome word."

"Peel."
"Peeling."

What's the matter over there,

can't make sense
of your letters?

Will you shut up?
I can't think.

Just ignore him.
That's his, uh, signature move.

Yak, yak, yak.

Has anybody got a "P"?

One more, and I can spell
"doppelwanger."

(laughs)
Why don't you spell "loser"?
It's a good one.

What are you
guys playing?
Bananagrams.

You know what, actually,
why don't you, um, go
ahead and take my spot.

I should probably...
I should probably go back.

Check and see if Matt
Porter called, all right?

Okay,

I'm not crazy.
You guys saw
that, right?

He doesn't even
want to be near me.

There's no "I" in "obfuscate."

You sure he didn't
say anything?

Sorry.

No, you're spelling it wrong.

No, I'm winning--
so you're trying to distract me.

It's a "U."

Look... I know
you have no reason

to want to help me...

EMILY:
She took credit for your work.

...but I'm really
at a loss.

She's tormented you
since you were ten.

So if there's any way you
could find out... anything...

(scoffs)

You are such
a ridiculous person, Pits.

Why the hell am I being
so nice to you

if you can't do me
one simple favor?

(groans quietly):
Cassandra...

how is it that you always know
just what to say?

I need to speak
with Emily.

Alone, please?

I tried to find you,
but you'd already gone...

You are in no way qualified
to assess a cancer
patient's prognosis.

She asked that...
for her test...
You crossed

a line!
No one would
talk to her,

and i-if it
wasn't your mother...
But it is

my mother!

It's my mother!

And you

had no right telling her
that she might die.

I didn't say that.
Well,

she's gonna think
you meant that.

And she's gonna
give up fighting.

That happens
to patients;
I've seen it.

They give up
fighting--

and I'm not ready for her to
give up fighting, 'cause...

it's... it's not her time.

I know I'm a
doctor, and...

and I see death
all the time...

...but this is my mom.

I know.

Good morning, Dr. Owens.

Hi.

Chipper.

You clearly slept.

Like a log.

Good for you.

Um... can you do me a
favor and get papers
ready for a 21-70?

When I checked on my addict
a couple of hours ago,

he was pretty unstable.

Oh, he's better.
Checked himself out.

What?

♪

Let me guess.

He told you, while
he was shaking and sweating

that he wanted to get help, so
you tried to get him into rehab.

and I told you not to get
involved in his addiction.

I had to try.

And maybe it-it didn't
work, but maybe,

at some point it will,

and I couldn't live
with myself if I didn't try.

Dr. Owens?

He wants someone on
the Ballard boys case.

His name's Matt Porter.

(gasps)
Yes. Great.

Thank you.

Hi. This is Dr. Owens.

I'm one of the doctors
caring for Sam Ballard.

Did you hear
from him?

I did.

I'm sorry.

He doesn't want to donate.

So...

we're right back
where we were before.

No, we're not.

♪

What are you
doing up here?

I just, uh, needed some air
before my surgery.

Oh. I have to make
a call. Is that...?

It's fine. Go ahead.

It just seems like
something's wrong.

Is something wrong?

Cassandra, I'm not
in the mood.

What's wrong?

I'm not giving you
intel on Will.

Yeah, I know.
You're lame.

What's going on?

I told my patient
something that...

not only did it not help,

it hurt them,
so I feel bad, and...

guilty.

I'm trying not
to feel guilty, so...

So I feel guilty
about feeling guilty.

That's what's wrong.

Okay.

First, there's nothing
wrong with guilt.

I mean, right now,
I'd like to walk away

because then maybe you'd mess
up in the OR or something.

But I'd feel guilty about that,
so instead, I'm telling you.

Everyone knows
you're a good person.

It's incredibly annoying.

So clearly, whatever you did,
you had good intentions,

because that's just who you are.

Two kids going under the
knife at the same time--

it's tough.

I take it back.

That whole
anyone-but-Cassandra thing.

I take it back.

Because the guilt
is driving me crazy.

Then don't feel guilty.
I wish I didn't,

but I do, and usually

if something's driving me crazy
like this,

it's because it's just...

not who I am, so...

I take it back.

Ask her out.

You're sure?

Well, I appreciate
it, Emily.

What you just did.

It's very loquastic.

Good luck in
there, Dr. Owens.

You, too, Dr. Collins.

(rhythmic beeping)

Okay, Dr. Owens,

medical record 52478,

hepatic transplant.

Right upper quadrant incision
at... 10:18.

Dividing the peritoneal
attachments

to the left lobe.

Left hepatic vein isolated...
right on schedule.

Let's get started on the left
hepatic artery. Kelly clamp.

Kelly clamp.

(speaks quietly)

Excellent.

How are the vitals?
Stable.

Now I'm going
to transect the parenchyma.

Okay, get that retracted.

Wait. Hold it.

Okay, good. All right,
let's ligate the proximal end

of that portal vein branch.

(rhythmic beeping)

Perfect.

(loud, rapid beeping)
I need suction.

Now we're oozing too much.

Owens, I need that thing
tied off now.

Very good. Looks like
we won't have a problem

with biliary outflow.

Proximal end is ligated.
There's hemostasis here.

No. There's too much blood.

Where is this coming from?

We're crashing.
You need to stop the bleeding.

Come on, Tracy.

Transfuse her
four units wide open.

Hemostat.

Clamp the pedicle.
Come on, Tracy.

Not your time.

Still bleeding.
Must be the outflow.

Perihepatic packing now.

Come on.

Wait. Owens,

get in here.

Right here.

Here it is. Push there.

Harder.

(rapid beeping)

Come on, Tracy.
Fight. I need you to fight.

Sutures?

All right, Tracy, fight.

(slow, rhythmic beeping)

BP's back to 100/60.

She's stabilizing.

(sighs)

Nice save.

They're both gonna be fine.

Thank God.
Oh, thank God.

Um... when can we see them?

As soon as they're out
of the ICU.

Okay.

I'm gonna grab
a coffee.

Uh, Mrs. Ballard?

No. Karen. Please.

Karen, um...

I just wanted to say that I'm...

so sorry.

I shouldn't have told you.

It didn't help anything.

Every day for 12 years,

I've wondered
when this would come out,

because I knew it would it.

It had to.

And... holding it in,

you know, hanging
over my head every day--

the guilt just...

Maybe this is best...

now that it's out.

(door opening)

So...

I've been a lousy doctor
and a lousy son.

It's okay.
No.

It's not.

I didn't want to tell
you the news because...

I was afraid that you
would stop fighting.

I know,

but I need you

to be honest with me.

I'm strong, I can handle it.

That's good.

That you can.

Oh... come here.

Um...

Come on!

I'm not getting
into bed with you.

You may be a big shot doctor,
but you're still my Micah Mouse.

Okay.

Never say that out loud again.

Get in the bed!

Well, I... I...

♪

And this... is
just weird.

Shh! Shh, shh.

♪

Hi. Yeah, this is Dr. Owens
at Denver Memorial.

I had reserved a bed at your
facility for a Conor McCall.

Um, unfortunately,
you can release it.

Yeah, I know.

Thank you.

Okay, so,
whole new plan.

You and I are gonna
stage a fight.

I call you a skank,
you apologize,

I forgive you,
proving I'm a bigger person.

Tyra, think about
what you're doing.

I mean, all these
elaborate lies,

and pulling in
innocent people.

You trying
to make me feel guilty?

Is it working?

Look, I want
to tell him, I do. I...

Rick said I was the same
as I was in high school,

which is true,

and it's a really
depressing thought.

Yeah. I'm familiar.

Well, maybe it's time.

Yeah.

Maybe.

EMILY:
The truth is,
guilt's not all bad.

Sure it makes you do things
you might not want to do,

but it also serves
as a moral compass.

It keeps us on course.

Come quick.

What? What's
going on?

(camera shutter clicking)

What the hell.

Ladies, this is the look
of a man

who's just bitten
into the business end

of a doppelwanger.

Yeah. Really funny.

Let me have that.

(giggling)
Not a chance.

That was genius.
It was genius!

Ah, revenge
I can do in my sleep.

Later, guys.

This is me.

Hey, thank you.
For what?

Will asked me to
go out for dinner,

and I know it's because you
put in a good word for me.

So, yeah, maybe guilt
keeps us in check.

Ooh, looks like

someone keyed your car.

That sucks.

That doesn't mean it's not
a huge pain in the ass.

Fine. Next time,
I don't leave a note.

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