All language subtitles for Chicago Med s11e03 Horseshoes and Hand Grenades.eng

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- Please, I need help.

This car pulled up and dumped
this kid on the sidewalk.

- Which room's open?

- Jasper threw up again.
Look at this.

- This kid's a drug mule.

- Is Dr. Manning with you?
- No. She's pregnant, actually.

- Congratulations.

- Feels like someone else
is always more important.

It's only gonna get worse
with a new baby.

Write a note to Will
and see what happens.

- Oh, excuse me, ma'am.

- I need the balloons
he swallowed.

- That's not happening.

Easy now.
- Do you want to die?

- No, but it
doesn't scare me anymore.

[dramatic music]

- Hey!
[shouts]

[gunshots, screams]

* *

[gunshots, glass shattering]

* *

- Owen!

* *

- Dr. Halstead?

Dr. Halstead?

- I'm sorry.

What-what'd you say,
Ms. Goodwin?

- Oh, I was just seeing
how you're doing.

Is there anything
I can get you?

- Hi.

- Dean, what the hell's
going on?

It's been forever.
- Okay, we had to resect

multiple sections of bowel
and mobilize his colon,

but, uh, I'm pretty confident
that he won't experience

any long-term deficits
from those injuries.

- "Those injuries"?

There's more?

- The bullet did some damage
to his kidneys, unfortunately.

I mean, the-the right one
was effectively obliterated.

- But the-the left
is okay, though, right?

- Well, yes and no.

Seems Owen's got
a congenital abnormality

called horseshoe kidney.

Were you aware of that?

- No, I was not.

- "Horseshoe"?
- Yes.

Instead of having
two discrete kidneys,

Owen's are connected by, um...

I guess you'd say an isthmus
of tissue, common blood supply.

I've already removed
the right kidney,

and we're trying to ensure
that the left is perfused

and, uh, functional
with the remnant blood supply.

So that's where we're at.

I just wanted to give you
an update.

- Thank you, Dean.
- Sure.

- Okay, so do we know
if Natalie's on her way?

- She's on a red-eye, yeah.

[PA chimes]

- Excuse me.
Sorry.

[indistinct PA announcement]

- Daniel?

What are you doing here?
- I'm picking you up.

- I haven't been able
to reach Will yet

to get an update on Owen.
I'm-

- Hey, look, I just talked
to Sharon, okay?

Owen's still in surgery,
but it's going well.

- He's still in surgery?

- It's Dean, okay?
He's in excellent hands.

Listen, we're gonna get Owen
through this, all right?

We're gonna make sure
that you all get through this.

Call Will.
- Thank you.

[breathing heavily]
Oh.

- Ooh.

- Is Dean still working
on that kid?

- Yeah.
Must be one hell of a mess.

So how'd it feel, staring
down the barrel of a gun?

- Only the second time
in a year.

I wish I could say
I'd gotten used to it.

- You ever feel
like maybe it's you?

- You know,
not until you just said that.

Thank you so much.
- You're welcome.

- Meanwhile, man, Lenox,
on the other hand-

it didn't even register,

like she didn't care
if she got shot or not.

- Well, she's a combat vet.

They're built different.
- Maybe.

- A couple of MVC vics-
one is in pretty bad shape.

Traumas 2 and 3
are ready to go.

- Dr. Frost, you with me?
- Absolutely.

- Julian Wheeler, 32,
went through the windshield.

Scalp lac with a GCS of 3.
BP's 150 over 76.

Airway secured with an i-gel.

- He and his partner got
plowed into by an 18-wheeler.

- All right,
on my count, one, two, three.

[dramatic music]

Go get the other intake.
- On it.

All right, talk to me, guys.
- Corey Graham-

restrained driver,
airbag deployed, GCS of 15.

- Heart rate 93,
BP 130 over 80.

Hasn't complained of much pain.

- Okay, transfer on three.

One, two, three.

- The truck swerved
so suddenly.

There was nothing I could do.
- Okay, Corey, I'm Dr. Frost.

I'm gonna take good care
of you, okay?

Just relax.
- How's Julian?

I need to see him.
- Whoa, whoa.

We're gonna have
to have you sit still

until we clear
your C-spine, okay?

- Sternal rub?
- No response.

- What's going on in there?

I can't see.
He shouldn't be alone.

- Corey, look, Dr. Lenox is
gonna take good care of him

in there, okay?

- I'm right here, baby.

Can you hear me?

You got to tell me
you're okay, Julian!

[cries]

Help him!

* *

- I should have just taken him
to the game, like I promised.

- No, Will, you got to stop
blaming yourself.

- If Owen doesn't-
doesn't pull through,

I-I will never forgive myself.

- There you are.

- Natalie, hey.
- Hannah.

- Any more updates from Dean?
- Not since we last spoke.

I'm so sorry.

- [sniffles]

I need to see my son.

- Okay. Yeah.
- [sighs]

[monitor beeping]

* *

[bullet clatters]

.

- Treatment 4-

guy was found floating
in the river face down.

- No name?

- No wallet, no ID,
no cell phone.

First responders thought

he might have been trying to
drown himself.

- He look suicidal to you?

Good morning.
I'm Dr. Ripley.

And, uh,
what would your name be?

- Why am I wet?

- Well, you, uh-
you seem to have been floating

in the Chicago River.

A bystander
helped to fish you out.

- That was awfully
nice of them.

- Yes, it was.

Uh, someone mentioned
that you're, uh, limping.

You mind if I take a look
at your feet?

- Nope.
- Great.

Uh, scissors and hemostat.
- Copy.

- [coughs]
- Ah.

- There you go.
- Thanks, Trini.

- Bet you haven't changed these
in a while.

[scissors snipping]

Wow.

[dramatic music]

* *

- Would you look at that?

- Mr. Graham?

I assume you've already gleaned

that your partner suffered
a devastating injury

to his head
and upper spinal cord.

- The neurologist
examined Julian,

and the reflexes
in his brain stem were absent.

The cerebral perfusion scan

has shown no blood flow
to the brain.

- Meaning what exactly?

- Julian is brain-dead, Corey,
with no hope of recovery.

- We're very sorry.

Are you two married?

- Um...
uh, not officially,

but we've been living together
almost seven years.

- I assume you're
his medical surrogate.

- I'm all he has.

Or, uh, had.

So...

um, yes.

What happens now?

- The next step will be for us
to take off his ventilator

and let nature take its course.

- Oh.

- Listen, if you need some time
to process all of this, Corey,

we don't need to do this
right now.

- No, do this
as soon as possible.

[sniffles]

- Okay.

- I suppose I should notify
his parents.

They haven't really spoken
in the past few years, but...

decent thing to do, right?

[somber music]

* *

- Hey, I heard you, uh, caught
a guy with trench foot.

Haven't seen a whole lot of
that since, like, World War I.

- Yeah, we didn't find much
beyond the trench foot.

The only thing on his exam
was a diastolic heart murmur.

Head CT and labs
are all normal.

Nothing to explain his amnesia
on the medical eval.

- No luck at all
ID'ing the guy?

- No.
Doris spoke to the police.

No record yet of any
missing persons in the vicinity

that match his description.

And then, of course,
is the question,

is he of any danger to himself?

- Right.
Beyond the self-neglect.

- Mm.

- Earl Grey, milk and sugar.

- Thank you.
[sighs]

- Congratulations on the baby.

I know the time
isn't necessarily optimal,

but I'm very happy
for the both of you.

- Thank you.
- Mm.

- I remember
when I was pregnant with Owen.

- Yeah, during your residency.

- Yeah.

It was around this stage
of my pregnancy

that I found out my husband
had been killed in combat.

- Jeffrey.

I remember.

- You know, they say...

this is supposed to be
the happiest time

in a woman's life.

So why do I feel so cursed?

- I'm so sorry, Natalie.

[knock at door]

- What is it?

- So, uh, we tried our best
with the renal reconstruction,

but what's left
of Owen's kidney-

it's just not functional.

The injury was just too severe.
- No.

- They're gonna start Owen
on dialysis.

- Dialysis? For how long?
- Not long.

Just until we can find
a donor for transplant.

- And I'll reach out

to Organ Donors of America
directly.

- And I feel
I just must emphasize here

that this is by no means
a death sentence.

Your boy is young and healthy.

And as a transplant
recipient myself,

I can testify
to the long-term prognosis.

- Yeah.
It won't take long, I know it.

In fact, Dean,
you should HLA-test me,

see if I'm a match.
- Right.

- We should reach out
to Jeff's family as well.

Doesn't he have a cousin
that lives nearby?

- Uh, y-yeah.
I'll-I'll give her a call.

* *

- This is not the way
I want to remember you.

I thought we were gonna be
together forever.

* *

Just you and me, baby.

[chuckles]
Remember?

You promised.

You're my sunshine.

I'm gonna be so cold
without you.

* *

[smooches, cries softly]

[smooches, sniffles]

[sighs]

Okay, I'm ready now.

- You sure?
- Can I keep holding his hand?

- Of course.
Yeah.

* *

- Stop!

- Wait, wait.

- We've been ordered to keep
Julian on life support for now.

- Ordered by who?

- His parents.

* *

[dramatic music]

.

- To be honest, we are
more than a little dismayed

that you were in such a hurry
to unplug our son.

- I assure you,
Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler,

Doctors Lenox and Frost were
following standard protocol.

- I believe you stated
you were his medical surrogate.

- I thought I was.

It seems there was
some kind of will drawn up

when he was a teenager.
- As part of the family trust.

- It doesn't change anything
in my mind.

We were together.

He wanted me to make these
kinds of decisions for him.

- I guess a judge
will determine that.

- Julian is dead.

That's not something
you need a judge to decide.

- Deirdre and I would like
to have a moment alone

with our son.
- Uh, of course.

We moved him to the ICU.
I'll show you up there.

- Shame on you.

You should have waited.

- Hey, Doris.

Have you seen Dean?

I wanted to get
an update on Owen.

- Uh, yeah.

There's a whole lot of history
in there, huh?

You want me to ask him
to come step out?

- Okay, you need to get
a hobby.

- Oh. Okay.

Oh.

- You know, I'm gonna head
to phlebotomy.

- Yeah.

- And Jeff's cousin Shereen
said she would help,

but she's currently undergoing
chemo, so...

Have you reached out
to ODA yet?

- I'm, uh-I'm gonna give
you guys some privacy.

- So there aren't any matches
as of this moment,

at least not
in this geographical area.

- I'm sorry, Natalie.

I was really hoping
I'd be a candidate.

- But you just temporized
Owen's injuries for now.

Right, Dean?
You didn't close him up yet?

- No, not yet.

Look, in a perfect world,
we'd be able to find him

a suitable donor as soon
as possible before we close him

and his scar tissue
starts building up.

Now, that said, waiting is
more than a viable alternative.

- We can medevac him home,
Natalie.

It'd be a lot easier
for him to recover there,

get him back in his routine.

- And what happens if we
don't find a donor right away?

- Well, after we close him,

we'd have to wait
at least four months

for his scar tissue to soften,

allowing for the best
surgical environment

for transplantation.

- Four months on dialysis?

That would leave him incredibly
vulnerable to infection, right?

- That would be a risk.

- Yeah, but not
an overwhelming one.

- No, there is no getting him
back to routine, Will.

There's no sports, no swimming.

No, he needs a new kidney now.

I will donate one of mine
if necessary.

- Baby-

- No, there is a chance
I am a good match, right?

- Hey, you can't donate
an organ right now.

You're pregnant.

[dramatic music]

That's a nonstarter, right?

- I got to say, Natalie,
as a friend,

I strongly recommend
against that.

- In a perfect world, Owen
receives a new organ today-

your words, not mine.

I'm going to get tested.

In the meantime, let's proceed
as if I were a match.

* *

- [sighs]

- You know,
I'm feeling kind of rude

not being able to call you
by your name.

Should we just pick out
a temporary one,

you know, try it on for size?

- Okay.
I'm good with whatever.

- Oh, come on, man,
you got to pick.

It's your temporary name.

The first thing
pops into your head.

No luck?

Hmm.

Okay, maybe you can tell me...

what you were thinking when you
jumped into the river today.

- It's a beautiful day,
isn't it?

- Sorry, you mean that's
what you were thinking then

or-or now?

- What?

- "It's a beautiful day."

- [laughing]
Yeah, if you say so.

- No, no, I was just-I was-
I was repeating what you said.

- [laughs]

How long do you think
this might take?

- A dissociative fugue state?

I mean, it tracks-
the amnesia, the wandering.

But how does somebody even fall
into something like that?

Did he hit his head?

- Doesn't necessarily need
to be a physical trauma.

- So how do you snap him
out of it?

- There's this technique
called EMDR.

- I read about this-

Eye Movement Desensitization
and Reprocessing, right?

- Yep.
Had some success with it.

But without knowing
what triggered the guy

in the first place, it's like-

it could easily turn into a bit
of a goose chase, you know?

Still no-no word
from the authorities

in terms of ID'ing this guy?
- No, nothing.

- Hmm.

The thing I'm wondering is
if him ending up

in the Chicago River
was not a random event.

- Maybe.
Why?

- There's this thing that
can happen in a fugue state.

It's called
"purposeful wandering."

If you had to guess,

how long would you say
that our guy's had trench foot?

- Given the skin deterioration
on his feet,

uh, at least three weeks.

- A fit young guy walking
through swamp wetlands

is gonna average what, like-
- Distance?

- Yeah.

- Maybe 20, 30 miles a day.

- So times a month,
it'd be roughly...

- He might have traveled
up to 1,000 miles by now.

Hey, Doris?
- Yeah?

- Do me a favor
and, uh, ask CPD

to expand their search
a little bit, would you?

I'll, uh-I'll draw you a map.
- Okay.

- Hey.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

I just have
some aftercare instructions

for you to go over.

- I'm not sure
what I'm supposed to be doing.

Half of me's thinking I should
give them some privacy.

The other half feels
like I need to be here

to protect Julian.

- Look, if I'm asking
anything too personal,

just tell me to mind
my own business, all right?

But this estrangement

between Julian and his parents,

it wasn't because of you,
was it?

- You mean because we're gay?

No, they stopped speaking
for the most part

before I was even
in the picture.

Julian didn't like
to talk about it,

but it sounded like he had
a pretty abusive childhood,

at least emotionally, you know?

I tried to get Julian
to reconnect with them,

have them over
for dinner, whatever.

I mean, they're his parents.

But he just
could never really get there.

Excuse me.
- Yeah.

Hey, is everything okay?

- It's just really hard to see
our baby boy like that.

He was still so young.

- I'm very sorry for your loss.

- Julian's our only child.

And I know
that we are partially to blame

for the estrangement
over the years,

but we always assumed

we'd bridge the gap,
you know, someday.

Repair things and be part
of a family that he'd have.

But now...

- In that light,
before you unplug him,

there's something
we want to ask you.

- We don't need to ask
for permission, Whip.

We're his medical surrogates.

- Permission to do what?

- We want you
to retrieve our son's sperm.

[dramatic music]

.

- Julian never wanted children.

And if he ever had
any children,

the last thing he'd want
would be for these monsters

to grow them in a test tube
and raise them.

- "Monsters"?

Whip and I had a perfectly
healthy relationship with him

before you came
and pit him against us.

- That's the story
you're telling?

- Yes!

- They're lying.
She's lying.

- Do not speak
to my wife that way!

- Ask them about the padlock
they placed

on the outside
of Julian's door-the outside-

when he was nine, by the way.

- Okay.
All right, please.

This is not the proper forum
for all of this.

Heather, will you please escort
Mr. Wheeler's family

to the waiting room?

- I won't be seated
anywhere near that man.

- Separate rooms,
please, Heather.

- Please...

you can't let this happen.

[dramatic music]

* *

- Dr. Lenox,
medically speaking

and given the condition
of the patient,

is sperm retrieval
even possible?

- Technically, yes.

It's typically accomplished
through epididymal aspiration

or testicular biopsy.

Of course, time is a factor.

- Okay, so tomorrow,
for example, might be too late?

- Most likely.

- Uh, I'm sorry,
am I really the only one here

that thinks this
is just super grave robbery?

I mean...
[scoffs]

- That was the court clerk.

The judge won't be able to rule
on this until tomorrow,

but they're asking us to err
on the side of prudence.

- [scoffs]

- Go ahead and perform
the retrieval.

- Wait, what? We're really
considering this right now?

Julian is on record
as not wanting to procreate.

- Look, the courts
will determine later

whether the parents can use it
for artificial insemination.

Thankfully, the onus

is not gonna be on us
to make that call.

- Yeah, well,
maybe it should be, huh?

- All right.
That's enough, Dr. Frost.

I can have someone in urology
do this if you'd like.

- No, no, no, we'll handle it.

[indistinct chatter]

- So it looks like you
and our happy wanderer

have something in common.

His name is Daniel, too-
Daniel Hazouri.

- Lieutenant Daniel Hazouri,
to be exact.

Age 26, reported missing
a little over a month ago

from Naval Air Station
Pensacola.

- Approximately 916 miles
from here.

- Huh.

Wow.
Top Gun candidate.

- Mm.

- Third-generation aviator,
it seems.

Father was KIA in the Gulf
about 20 years ago.

- That's odd. I-I didn't think
they'd let you fly jets

with a diastolic murmur.

- Check him out with Pop.
He was a cute little tyke.

- I pulled that
off his Facebook.

- Okay, now,
that's interesting.

Look at where this picture
was taken.

- Huh.
- The Chicago River.

- Yeah.

I think we can start
to safely hypothesize

that, uh, his journey here
was not completely random.

- You think you got enough

to snap him
out of his fugue state?

- Okay.

I am not seeing anything
that would disqualify you

from donating, per se.

Both you and your baby
are in fine health.

- Like I just said,

I literally had a prenatal
checkup three days ago.

- Well, what about
her blood pressure?

You said earlier
it was elevated.

- Slightly, yes, but still
within normal range.

- But the kidneys are integral

in keeping that
in check, though.

I mean, we still have a long
way to go until delivery.

- Preeclampsia
is always a risk, yes.

Pregnancy is rough
on the kidneys as is,

never mind the added stress
of removing one midterm.

- Well, surely,
you've delivered babies

from women
with one kidney before.

- Yes, of course.

But nothing
in the literature has anybody

that has purposefully removed
one midterm.

- Well, I guess this will be
one for the journals, then.

You can thank me later
when you get published.

- Natalie, she's just
laying out all the risks.

- No, she's taking your side,

providing you
with enough coverage

to try to talk me out of this.

So pardon me if I opt
to discount the opinion

of the woman
you used to sleep with.

- Why don't I give you two
some privacy?

* *

- That was unwarranted
and cruel.

- I could say the same
about you.

- Are you serious?

- Your unwillingness
to have my back

is really pissing me off.
- That's not fair, Natalie.

I always have your back,
and you know that.

- If you just took him
to the game like you promised!

* *

- [groans]

I would do anything
to walk this whole thing back.

- Anything except let me give
him one of my two kidneys.

Tell the truth.

You were hoping
I wouldn't be a match.

- Natalie, please-
- No, Will.

I feel like you
are prioritizing

your own child's life
over Owen's,

and that breaks my heart.

* *

Let Dean know I want to start
the procedure

as soon as possible.

* *

.

- Much like you learn
how to not touch a hot stove

'cause you're gonna burn
your hand,

your mind can learn
how to repress certain memories

if they're
too unpleasant, right?

And that can cause
your brain to do

all kinds
of interesting things.

In your case, Lieutenant,

I think that it caused you
to fully disassociate

and fall into what we call
a fugue state.

- [scoffs, laughs]

- Why is that funny?

I'm just curio-
It's okay if it is.

I'm just curious
why you're laughing.

- You called me Lieutenant.

That's so ridiculous.

- Well, you might think so
now, but...

this dashing young
fighter pilot-

that's you.

- So what is this?

- It's a, uh,
digital stethoscope.

It's just like a regular one,
but this one we can Bluetooth.

- Yeah, we can, uh, hear
your heartbeat.

Here, let me just turn it up
a little bit.

[heart beating]

What we're trying to do here is
reprocess your memory circuits

by introducing
unexpected stimuli,

hoping to-I don't know-
press a reset button

that will allow you
to access your memories.

You want to give it a shot?
- Sure.

- How about, um, you cross
your arms like this?

Right hand
on the left shoulder,

left hand on the right.

Then just close your eyes
and start tapping gently.

- Like this?
- Yeah.

[heart beating]

- Did you turn up the sound
of my heart beating?

- I did.

- I can hear a little whoosh
now between the beats.

- That's your heart murmur.
Did you know you had one?

[heart continues beating]

Keep tapping.

Your name is Daniel Hazouri,

and you fly jets.

- If you say so.

- Your name
is Lieutenant Daniel Hazouri.

You have a heart murmur.
- [scoffs]

If you say so.

- Your name
is Lieutenant Hazouri.

You have a heart murmur,
and you fly jets.

- No, I don't.

- What did you say?

- I don't fly jets.

[dramatic music]

They found a heart murmur
at my last physical.

[sighs] Just an innocent one,
they said.

* *

But how...

innocent could it be if they
were forced to clip my wings?

* *

[stammering]

What happened to my feet?

* *

Where the hell am I?

* *

- Natalie...

Dean asked if I would assist
in your nephrectomy.

If you'd feel more comfortable
with another OB/GYN, though,

I'd completely understand.

- Maybe that would be
for the best.

- Okay.

Dr. Patchefsky's on call.
She's excellent, as you know.

So I will go and bring her
up to speed.

- You think I'm making
a mistake, don't you?

- This is a hard choice
to make, I know.

I don't envy you.

- Well, that's the thing.

It's not that hard a choice
'cause I don't really have one.

It may look like I do,

but I just...

can't watch my boy suffer.

So there you go.

[inhales deeply]
You'll see soon enough.

[exhales deeply]

How far along?
- A few weeks behind you.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

I'd be lying if I didn't say
it's complicated.

- Well, it isn't.

The truth is...

a part of me is sure I'm doing
the wrong thing here.

I mean, I-

I love Will.

He is such a good father
to Owen.

I don't tell him that enough.

I know he wants this baby.

I do, too.

And yet I'm putting
this pregnancy in jeopardy.

* *

Frankly, I'm terrified.

Am I doing the right thing?

- Hey, everything is
gonna be okay.

Dean wouldn't be doing this
if he didn't think so.

* *

- I do not want to lose
this baby, Hannah.

* *

- That is not going to happen.

* *

- Hey.

Doris found this
in the doctors' lounge.

It's Owen's, yeah?

- Thanks.

Hey, you don't think

I'm prioritizing the baby's
health over Owen's, do you?

- Will, come on.
- I mean, I'd like to think

I'm above having
those kind of thoughts.

But like I told you yesterday,

Owen's been kind of hating
on me for a while now.

I don't know. Who knows
how the subconscious works?

Maybe this is some kind of
weird retaliation on my part.

- Will, don't do this
to yourself.

I know for certain
that Owen does not hate you,

not even close.

- Ms. Goodwin, that's nice
of you to say, but...

how could you really know?

- [scoffs] Look...

I gave him
a notebook yesterday.

You told me that the two of you

have been having trouble
communicating,

so I encouraged him
to express his feelings

on paper.

He wrote something
to you already.

- Yeah?

- And-and trust me,
I would not have looked at it

if all of this hadn't happened.

But under the circumstances,

I think maybe
you should read it now.

* *

- "I know
I've been a pain today.

"I just really wanted to see
the Bears play

"and thought maybe
it would make me feel better,

"because I guess I'm nervous

"about getting
a new little brother

"and I'm afraid you will love
him more than me

and I won't ever be able
to get you back as my dad."

[exhales sharply]

[emotional music]

* *

He's...

he's never called me
Dad before.

- [chuckles]

* *

- So we're seriously
just going through with this?

- You need to stop already,
Jonathan.

We are doctors. We're not
Supreme Court justices.

No one credentialed you

to sit in judgment
of other people's character.

- Don't give me that right now.
Come on.

You know as well as I do that
these parents, the Wheelers,

all right, they're no good.

The privilege,
the sense of entitlement,

the way that they trample
over everything

that gets in their way.

I mean, doing this
for their son right now?

They've never done anything
for anyone in their-

- Watch your voice.

- Someone has to call them out.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, if you say anything,

you better buy yourself
a shovel,

because you'll be working
the graveyard shift

from here on out.

- Oh, glad we caught you.

Whip and I were just speaking
with a reproductive specialist

at Northwestern.

- Wow.
That's fast.

You guys have him
on, like, speed dial?

- No, a family friend
recommended him.

- Of course.
- Anyway,

he had very specific
instructions he wanted us

to follow to ensure
that Julian's spermatozoa

is as viable as possible...
- Oh.

- So we can best honor our son.

- Honor your son?
- Yes.

- I think we should cut
the charade.

- Excuse me?

- You're not doing this
for your son.

You don't know what he wanted
any more than I do,

and if you do, you don't care.

Otherwise,
you might have made an effort

to be part of his life.

So let's just be honest
about what he is to you

in this moment-

a clinically dead body
whose DNA you want.

- I don't want you
or Dr. Frost here

having anything more
to do with this procedure.

We will be speaking
to your supervisor.

[dramatic music]

Whip?

* *

- What got into you?

* *

[monitor beeping]
- Okay.

Got vascular control.

Let's clamp and cut
the last bit of renal artery

and start the clock
on this organ's viability.

[monitor beeps]

- I'm detecting fetal decels.

- How much longer is
this going to take?

The baby could be compressing
her IVC in this position.

- Five, maybe ten minutes.
- No, no, no, no.

The baby won't survive that.

We need to get Mom
out of the lateral position

and onto her back.

A little up on the left,
if you can.

- That's not possible.

We already triangulated
the trocars.

It'd take us another half hour

to reset
our field of dissection.

- We don't have a half hour.

We'd be putting
the organ itself in jeopardy.

We might as well have
not even started this.

- It's all right.
I'm-I'm doing the math.

I'm doing the math.

So what if we moved her
to 45-degree angle?

Would that relieve enough
pressure on the vena cava?

- We could try.
- All right.

- Why is any of this
even a consideration

when the fetus
isn't viable yet?

- Because it is, Marty.
It is, all right?

So just let's rotate her down
to 45 degrees right now.

Come on, let's go.
Marty, step on it, please.

- Careful.
- Got her?

[table whirring]

.

- We'll be in touch.

[sighs]

We should contact Mr. Graham,

tell him
that we'll be taking Julian

off life support
as soon as he's ready.

- So you were able
to retrieve a sample?

What-what happens to it now?

- Well, it'll be stored here
in escrow, so to speak,

until the court
can make a decision.

And just so both of you
are aware,

the odds
are stacked dramatically

against grandparents
in cases like this.

There's little chance
they're going to win.

So it's a good thing
the judge didn't witness

your little outburst,
Dr. Lenox.

It might have made those ghouls
seem more sympathetic.

- I apologize, Ms. Goodwin.

My behavior
was completely uncalled for.

- Yeah, well, look,
if either of you

ever have any moral qualms,
just tell me.

We can make accommodations.

- Um, I'm sorry
for being a hypocrite today.

- What, are you kidding?
I was in awe.

That said, I mean,
you haven't really seemed

like yourself recently.

Is everything cool?

- Yeah, everything's cool.

- Okay.

Because, you know, if you
ever wanted to talk, I-

- Good night, Dr. Frost.

- Good night.

[monitor beeping]

- [inhales deeply,
groans softly]

- There you are.
Hey, baby.

- How's Owen?

Did the transplant take?

- So far, so good.
He's recovering now.

- Yeah, they think
they'll be able to take him

off dialysis completely
in a couple days.

- That's wonderful.

Thank you, Dean.

And the baby?

- Well, we had
a brief moment of concern,

but thanks to Dr. Asher,

your pregnancy
is viable and thriving.

[emotional music]

* *

- Thank you both.

* *

Honey, I'm so proud of you.
You were-you're amazing.

- I was worried you wouldn't be
here when I woke up.

- Are you kidding?

Come on, you can't get rid
of me that easy.

- I'm so sorry
about what I said earlier.

I know how you feel about Owen.

We are both so lucky
to have you.

- Oh.
No, I'm the lucky one.

* *

Speaking of Owen, um...

there's something
I'd like to talk to you about.

* *

- The funny thing is,

I don't have any memory of ever
being in Chicago before.

I barely remember my father.

This picture is pretty much
the only one I have

of the two of us together.

- He died when you were
pretty young, right?

- I, uh...

all I ever wanted to do
with my life

was to live up to his legacy...

make him proud.

It feels like that's not
gonna be possible anymore.

- Wait.

How do you know?

You-you got your whole life
ahead of you.

[knock at door]

- We were able to contact
your base commander,

and he's gonna send
somebody up tomorrow

to take you back to Pensacola.

- I'm not sure I have anything
worth going back to.

[scoffs]
I don't know, Doc.

Being in that fugue state
sounds pretty good right now.

- Everyone's talking
about how amazed they are

by your recuperative powers.

They think
you might be part Wolverine.

- I wish.

- Oh, I almost forgot.

The Bears won yesterday,
in case you were wondering.

- Cool.

How's Mom doing?

- She's doing great.

Yeah, in fact, they're getting
her ready to wheel over here

to see you in a bit.

What's up, pal?
You seem sad.

- I just really wish Mom
didn't have to do this for me,

at least not
with how she's feeling.

- You mean
with her being pregnant?

I know you've been...

worried about that
a lot recently.

- You read that?

- I'm sorry
I violated your privacy,

but, yeah, I already read it.

Do you remember what you wrote?

Well, I wrote you a little
something on the next page,

if you want to read it.

[emotional music]

* *

Hey, do me a favor.
Read it out loud.

- Okay.
- [chuckles]

- "Dear Owen, no one will ever
take your place in my heart.

In fact,
I spoke with your mom"...

- "And I'd like to adopt you
legally as my son.

Is that something
you might want as well?"

* *

You don't have to answer it
right away.

You know, just take your time,
think about it.

- Do you have a pencil?

- Um...

* *

How about a pen?

* *

[chuckles]

* *

I love you, buddy.

- I love you, too.

* *

[chuckles]

.

[dramatic music]

* *

[wolf howls]

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