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- I had a car accident. Lost a lot of my memory.

(narrator): Previously on Doc.

- Whoever hacked Amy sent a phishing email

to everyone in the hospital.

- Did you hear what was on that recording?

- Stuff that was really bad for me and Nora.

They also sent one to you.

- You are petty and vindictive and an inferior doctor!

- What's going on here? - She killed that boy.

I should at least be considered for chief resident.

Call it, Hannah.

- Time of death, 6:42 PM.

There was some blood test you ordered,

but that the hacker did something that messed that up.

He was 17, and we killed him.

- I can do it better.

- I'm sure you can, Mr. Bell.

- Don't be sassing me, Gloria.

I fought in Nam. You know that, right?

- How could I forget?

- Mr. Bell? - Is it my turn?

- Are you sure you want to do this?

- We don't discriminate.

We believe everybody has the ability to fly.

Let's get started.

- Gloria, I am perfectly healthy.

(screaming)

(theme music)

(Charlie): Hannah...

did you even sleep?

I heard you moving around all night.

- We killed a kid.

- I know.

- When I come home tonight, I don't want you here.

- Hannah- - Just pack your things.

Find somewhere else to go.

I mean it.

- One of our patients died because of this hack.

- I understand and we are on top of this now.

- Not acceptable. - We can't wait anymore.

We have to bring in the FBI cybercrime unit.

- I will discuss this with the board this afternoon.

- This afternoon? No. Now.

- Are you not understanding

what's at stake here for this hospital?

The damage to our reputation,

the financial and legal consequences-

- Better crucified than complicit.

- Easy to say from the cheap seats.

- She's right, Max.

How much worse do you think it'll be

if it comes out we sat on this, tried to cover it up,

and maybe lost another patient?

You're scared and not thinking clearly.

(knocking at door)

Not now, Paul.

- I couldn't help but overhear.

I figured I'll join this conversation

since I'm the target of this.

I assume you're gonna do the right thing now, Max.

To protect our patients.

- I will call our contact at the FBI.

Now.

(sighing)

- I guess there is strength in numbers.

Keep me in the loop.

We got your back.

- I'm gonna need a list

of all the male doctors that worked with me.

Anyone in my department or that I might have had contact with.

Past and present.

And their photographs.

- The man from your memories?

- The least you can do

is help me help myself.

- I'll take care of it.

Just... get back to work.

Someone will bring it to you as soon as it's available.

- Katie told me about Nora.

I'm sorry. - It's not your concern.

(inhaling deeply)

(door closing

(Sonya): I thought I'd left this nightmare behind.

- Come on. It's nice to get out and do a little good.

- The only reason I'm out

is 'cause Amy threw her hat in the ring for chief resident.

And this is Joan's way of sending me to the boonies.

- No, it was supposed to be Jake.

The only reason you're here is because he's in Arizona,

cleaning at his father's house.

So buck up, kid. You are still the cat's meow.

- Okay. Are you 85?

- Old soul.

Hoping to make you smile.

- I'm okay.

But thank you for trying.

And thank you for yesterday.

- One foot in front of the other.

- All right, Hawks, eyes up here, please.

This is Dr. Coleman and Dr. Maitra.

They have taken some time out of their very busy schedules

to check you all for scoliosis.

So be quick, be polite, best behavior.

Understood?

Understood?

(crowd): Yes.

- All right, Mr. Fillion's class,

you can line up over here.

And Ms. Lindsay's class,

why don't you line up right here?

(indistinct chatter)

(Mallory): No, baby!

(Kenny): Chris!

He's our son! Why did you stop?

- Hannah...

You've gotta try to let it go.

- I don't know how.

- We channel our energy.

We put our focus where it's needed.

Come on. You're with me today.

I promise I won't yell at you in front of the entire hospital.

(chuckling)

Hi, I'm Dr. Larson. This is Dr. Clark.

- Hi, I'm Pam and this is my brother, Freddy.

Uh, we're the kids.

And this is his caretaker, Gloria.

She was with him when he got sick.

- At a skydiving venue.

- I told them it was on his bucket list.

- Doesn't make it a good idea.

- I knew the instructor would say it was not safe for him,

and then we could stop talking about it.

- And how are you feeling now?

- I'm fine.

- You have a family history of heart disease.

- Uh, yeah- - Not me. His mother's side.

- Well, look, the good news is

there are no broken bones or dislocations.

- Good. Gloria, pull the car around.

- I'm sure the doctors need to examine you more, Mr. Bell.

- We do. You have something called acute tubular necrosis.

- Sounds made up.

- It just means that your kidneys

aren't working the way they're supposed to.

It's from too much ibuprofen.

- He's been saying that his knees hurt him for weeks.

Probably forgot he took it.

- No, I only take what I'm supposed to.

- Are the pills accessible? Can he open them up on his own?

- He can. Yes, they are.

- Well, why wouldn't you hide them?

- Hey, this isn't Gloria's fault.

- Okay, look, this is what we're gonna do.

Dr. Clark, the charcoal, please.

- Charcoal?

- It's gonna help clear the ibuprofen from your system.

- No. Not doing it.

- Okay, well, this is your other option.

This goes down your throat.

I assume you don't wanna do that.

- Sure. What's better than drinking barbecue briquettes?

- You have to let them help you.

And when we get home, I make you your favorite tacos.

We can play Scrabble. Okay?

- Fine. - Thank you.

- Dr. Larson, do you think that we could talk to you outside?

And, Gloria, you can stay here and look after him.

- Of course. - Thanks.

I don't trust Gloria.

And I don't think

that this was an accident. - Oh, come on, Pam.

- You were the one in there just giving her the third degree.

- Because I think maybe she made a mistake.

I don't know what you're talking about now.

- Come on, wake up, Freddy.

Dad just put her in his will a month ago for 100k.

- I don't think she even knows about that.

- How long has she been taking care of your dad?

- Less than three years. - Three years.

- Have you ever suspected her of anything before today?

- Well, no, but now she has a reason.

- Okay, well, let's not jump to any conclusions.

We have blood work coming back in the next hour or two,

and that'll tell us more.

And poisoning somebody and then taking them

to a skydiving venue seems like a really bad plan.

- Okay. All right.

But until you get this figured out,

I don't want Gloria alone with my father.

- Sure, Pam. Whatever.

She doesn't know what she's talking about.

(Kerry): Are you there yet? - Mom-

(Kerry): Do you see him? - Mom, calm down.

Dad's been out of touch before, and it's always fine.

(Kerry): It's been three days, Hannah.

- He's never been gone this long.

- I'm sure there's an explanation.

(Kerry): Where are you?

- We're at his last known location, but I don't see him.

- Hang on. Isn't that his car?

(Kerry): Oh, thank God.

Tell me what's happening.

- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

- No, no, no, no!

(Kerry): What is it? What's wrong?

Did you find him? - No, no, no, no, no!

- Charlie, help me!

(Kerry): Hannah, pick up the phone.

- Oh, my God, no, no, Dad.

Please, Dad! Dad!

Hannah, please save him. Please. No, no, no.

Please, you can do something. CPR, anything.

Please do something!

- He's gone, Charlie. We're too late.

- No! Please, please, please!

(Kerry): Charlie, what's going on?

- You want all white males who worked at Westside

between 2016 and 2025?

- Yes.

- But they aren't indexed that way.

- We need the ID photos, Edie. Figure it out.

- It'll take some time, but sure, if it's what you need.

- Drop everything else you're doing.

I'll expect it in the next couple of hours.

Along with every complaint

that's ever been filed against Dr. Larson.

- I am an RN, but with Albert, I'm mostly just a caregiver.

Trying to make sure he eats,

gets some exercise, stays safe.

- Sounds like you really care about him.

- He's a pain in my rear, but I love him.

- And he's generous with you?

- Oh, yes. He pays me very well.

Double on Sundays if I have to miss church.

- And what about his kids? Do you see them very often?

- Freddy comes by at least once a week.

Does everything for Albert.

I'm surprised because I...

I don't think he was a very good father.

- What about Pam?

- Hmm, that one, almost never comes.

Last night was the first time I saw her in months.

Their mother passed away a few years ago.

They always get together for dinner on her birthday.

(Amy): I need to ask.

If you know that Albert has access to his medications

and that he sometimes forgets how much he takes,

why don't you keep it locked up?

- If I start to lock up simple medications

when he's already lost control of his own life...

No, I don't do this.

Once you take away somebody's dignity,

there's nothing left.

- I understand, and that's very kind.

But things are gonna have to change now.

- Straight as a board.

You're all set, buddy. There you go.

You got your paper?

- Look, I'm not even in this grade.

I just, I heard there were doctors here today.

Got a sore throat, thought maybe you could take a look.

- Yeah, sure.

Open up.

Stick your tongue out.

What's your name? - Noah Kingbird.

- And how long has your throat been bothering you, Noah?

- I don't know. A few weeks, I guess.

- Okay. You seen a doctor about it?

- No, I've just been taking some Tylenol

and some throat lozenges.

- Really hard to swallow? - Yeah. Hurts.

- Talk to your folks about it?

- They died last year. Car accident.

My sister takes care of us now.

- Okay. Okay, well, you sit tight.

We're gonna have to call your sister about it.

- Wait, you can't just give me some medicine?

- Sorry, man. We gotta go through a guardian.

Just sit tight.

- So I'll call the pediatrician.

They should be able to squeeze him in at the end of the day.

I just need to finish my shift. - This can't wait until then.

- It's a sore throat.

- Actually looks like strep,

and it's gone untreated for too long.

We should get him to the hospital now.

We are wrapping up here anyway.

We can take him and you can meet us when you're done.

- He really needs to go to the hospital?

- I don't want to scare you,

but we need to run some tests right away.

- Okay. I'd feel better

if a school administrator went with you.

- Yeah, I'm sure Mr. Norton can come with us.

We will be in internal medicine, sixth floor.

Ask for Dr. Coleman, and I'll see you there.

(phone beeping)

(knocking at door)

- Katie. Hey. What are you doing here?

Everything okay?

- I heard something. A recording.

It was you and Mom.

- Oh, God.

- So you know about it?

- Someone's trying to hurt your mother.

But I don't know why they would send that to you.

- You knew.

Which means my mom knows,

and she hasn't come to talk to me about it.

- Wait. Wait a minute.

What recording are you talking about?

What did you hear?

- Her saying that she never loved me

as much as she loves Danny.

And when she looks at me, all she sees is him gone.

- Oh, Katie, that never happened.

- I heard it. It was you and her.

- No. There was another recording of us

talking about your father and Nora, that was real.

But whatever you're talking about,

it never happened.

- You swear?

- On everything I love in this world.

(sighs)

- Yes, I heard it.

But she told me she never even saw the email.

- Dr. Hamda? Valerie Carr, FBI Cybercrime.

- Thank you so much for coming.

Paul, will you take them down to the server room,

get them set up with Isaac?

- Okay. The first recording was real.

But this is a deep fake, Michael.

I'm sure the FBI can confirm that.

- Where's Katie now? - She went back to school.

- And she believed you? She knows it wasn't real?

- Yes. But she's going to need some love.

I'm going to tell Amy. - If you wouldn't mind. Let me.

So we can deal with this as a family.

- Sure. Uh, just do it soon.

She's been stewing in this.

- Got some snacks for Albert. Going to bring it into him.

- Are Pam and Freddy still in there?

- Uh, yeah.

- Okay. Yeah, go ahead.

- The charcoal worked.

His levels are coming down. He's stabilizing.

What did you think of her?

- She seems genuine and devoted.

Hey, are you all right?

- Yeah.

This is all just really weird and intense.

- Listen, every time somebody loses a watch,

they think the housekeeper took it,

and then it winds up in a drawer somewhere.

That's all this is.

Something wrong?

- No, no, it's fine.

- Okay, let's go.

(Albert): Gloria, take me home.

This place stinks like bleach and wet socks.

- Dr. Larson, I promise I'll make sure he's okay.

Can we go?

- He is not ready to go home yet, Gloria.

He needs more than you there.

- Don't worry about it, Freddy.

I've already taken the day off work.

I'll go with Gloria to make sure he's okay.

- No one's taking him anywhere

until we get the blood tests back.

- You guys are getting fuzzy.

- What? - Dad? Dad?

- What's happening, Dad? - Mr. Bell?

- What is it? - Hey, hey, Dad?

- He's coding. I need you all to step back.

- Mr. Bell!

(machines beeping)

Mr. Bell!

- No pulse. Asystole. - Mr. Bell!

- Gloria, I said step back!

- Dad, just hang in there, Dad. Hang in there!

(machines beeping)

(Amy): Epinephrine, one milligram IV push!

Hannah! IV line now!

- Dr. Clark?

- I'm on it.

- What's happening to her?

(echoing): What's happening?

(machinery beeping)

- Hold compressions.

(echoing): He's our son!

- Still no pulse. Another round of epi!

- Dad! - Now.

(tense music)

(echoing): Why did you stop?

(machinery beeping)

- We got a pulse.

- Okay, he's stabilized.

Prep ICU.

(heavy breathing)

(heavy breathing)

- Time's up. Pencils down.

(all sighing)

Thank you.

Pencils down, Ms. Clark.

- No, no. I just need more time.

- Sorry, hand me your- - I said I need more time!

- Okay, let's talk about it after class-

- You don't understand. I-I can do this. I just...

Just give me a minute!

(tense music)

(heavy breathing)

- Albert's improving.

But even a massive overdose of ibuprofen

shouldn't have caused the code.

Something's off.

- I can't do this.

- Everyone loses a patient.

Everyone.

- This is everything I ever wanted.

And now I can't.

(somber music)

- You're smart and you care.

- Stop. Please.

- I know about loss.

And I know what happens to people

who don't forgive themselves.

(sobbing)

You didn't do anything wrong.

And even if you did, that's how we learn.

That's how we get better.

(sighing deeply)

(MRI machine whirring)

- So can you grab Eli from practice?

Ms. Mills is going to pick up some Sam,

and then Annie's just going to a friend's.

Okay, great.

Just call me when you know.

Yeah. Okay. I appreciate it.

- Got all that worked out?

- Everything's under control.

- You wanted to see me?

- Close the door.

- The CMO asked me for a list of every doctor

who's left the hospital in the last eight years

and anyone who filed a complaint against Amy Larson.

- What does that have to do with me?

- You've been vocal about what happened with your father,

and obviously we've all heard what's going on

with the security breach.

- Okay. Do you honestly think

I would throw away my entire career

just because she fired my father three years ago?

- I'm leaving the deceased doctors off the list.

Plausible enough if anyone asks,

but Amy Larson won't let this go.

So if this is you,

you'd better end it.

You're not the only one at risk here.

(inhaling deeply)

Welcome back, Mr. Bell. You're looking much better.

- Yeah, well,

I don't like this light in here.

- You want us to turn it down? It's too bright.

- No, it's green. Everything.

- What do you mean, green?

(Albert): Like pond water.

- Albert, did you take anything besides the ibuprofen?

- How many times do I have to say it?

I didn't take ibuprofen.

Every day, I take the pills that Gloria lays out.

One capsule. A tiny, round, orange pill.

A small white one

and a big white one the size of a horse's ass.

(chuckles)

- Let's all step out so Albert can get some rest.

- Why? What's happening? - I want Gloria.

- I'm here, Mr. Bell. - Not right now, Albert.

Please?

- I'll be just outside. Don't worry.

They're gonna take care of you.

- Can you just tell us what's happening, please?

- I need to examine him further.

- Okay, Freddy. Let's go.

- None of them are allowed back in here to until I say so.

(Amy's voice): I'm sure she knew.

Danny was always my favorite.

And now when I look at her...

(Charlie's voice): as much as I try,

all I can think about is him.

It's hard to even look at her.

- There you go.

Pretty primitive AI.

- Can you run the one they sent to Dr. Heller?

(Amy's voice): The thing is,

no matter how great Jake is in bed,

I'm always...

(Charlie's voice): Gonna love Michael.

I honestly can't see what he's doing with that shrew.

- Also fabricated.

Voice is male, early to mid-20s.

English is his native language.

- Is there any way to run that voice into your databases

and see if you can identify it?

- Already did that, sir. It's not in the system.

- If we get a real lead, we can do a voice compare.

- I thought we were looking for a middle aged doctor.

- So did I.

(inaudible dialogue)

(Hannah): What's going on now?

- Albert was seeing yellow green halos,

which means he overdosed on digitalis.

- That could account for the arrhythmias.

- Yeah, and when it's stacked with ibuprofen, it's lethal.

- Wait a minute. He's not on digitalis.

So he was poisoned? - Seems like it.

Still need to figure out how he ingested it.

- And who did it. - Did you see Freddy's nails?

They're discolored

with a pinkish brown at the top.

- What does that mean?

- It means he has congestive heart failure.

And the most likely medication for that

is digitalis.

(Michael): Dr. Larson,

this is Valerie Carr, FBI cybercrimes.

Can we have a word? - Uh, yeah, of course.

- Would you mind giving us a moment, Dr. Clark?

- Uh, why don't you check on Albert?

- We have a suspect.

We're gonna need you to listen to something.

(suspenseful music)

- Damn, Sis. I mean, I did not have you in lockup

on my bingo card this year.

- It's not lockup. I checked myself in voluntarily.

- Which only a nut job would do.

You gonna tell me why you're here?

- I thought I was holding it together

until I realized I wasn't.

(sniffing)

- Couldn't have picked a place more Club Fed

and less Rikers?

- With what money?

- Does Mom know you're here?

- She knows. She just can't deal.

- Big surprise there. - Yeah.

- So how long are you gonna do this for?

- Until I get well.

Until I feel...

normal again.

(PA): Code white, third floor.

- Good luck with that.

- Charlie, where the hell are you?

The FBI is here and they're talking to Amy right now.

I'm freaking out. Just call me back.

(Charlie's voice): I'm sure she knew Danny

was always my favorite.

And now when I see her, as much as I try,

all I can think about is him.

It's hard to even look at her.

- This was sent to Katie?

In my voice?

- She knows it wasn't real. She's okay.

- When did she tell you? - She didn't.

She went to Gina.

Gina came to me.

- Do you recognize that voice?

- No. I have no idea who that is.

I know what happened, Katie

and I really want to talk to you.

I'll come to Dad's after my shift ends tonight.

(Albert): Where the hell is everybody?

You all left me here.

- No, no, they're just down the hall.

We told them you needed to rest.

- Where is Gloria? I need real food.

- Albert, when is the last time you ate?

- Before I filled up on charcoal?

Breakfast.

I had my oatmeal, same as every day.

- How did it taste?

- Well, wasn't Gloria's finest hour.

- Bitter? - Yeah, uh, kind of.

There was also way too much syrup.

I didn't want to hurt her feelings, so I ate it anyway.

- And are you still seeing green?

- She said she gave me something for it,

but it's not doing squat.

- I started him on the FAB fragments,

but that was only five minutes ago.

- Yeah. Okay, good. Um, it'll take about an hour.

But you're going to be fine.

- So Freddy's meds in Gloria's breakfast?

- Freddy was defending her this morning

when Pam made that accusation,

and he was dismissive about it being a poisoning.

- So what now?

- Well, we're not going to ruin anyone's life

without being sure.

I think we need more information before we call the police.

- Might as well just walk downstairs and fetch the FBI.

- Yeah.

Not sure that's their purview.

- What did they say to you, anyway?

- I'm not really supposed to talk about it.

- Oh, right, of course. I'm sorry.

-As far as I can see,

the peritonsillar abscess extends laterally,

displacing the carotid artery.

- That's correct.

It's a very good thing you insisted

we get on this right away.

Hey, it's Dr. Ridley.

I need an OR in the next hour.

- I just don't understand how you could let this go on

for so long without saying anything to me.

- I didn't think it was any big deal.

- You don't wait to go to the doctor when something's wrong.

That's just stupid, Nono.

- Last time you had to take Sam to the doctor,

you lost that job and you were wigging out about it.

- Okay, so he's going to need surgery.

- On his throat?

- Because this went on so long, the infection spread.

We really have no choice now.

- So, you're gonna cut into my neck?

- No.

It'll be through here.

We put you to sleep so you don't feel anything.

- Won't even be much of a scar.

- Can my sister be with me?

- She can be right outside,

but not in the operating room.

- But you'll be there?

- Of course. And we have our best surgeon on it.

- We think there might have been something

in his breakfast this morning.

He said it tasted bad.

- Of course he did.

He complains about everything.

- Well, the meds that he overdosed on

were likely ground up

and put into something that he ate.

- Ay Dios.

What reason would I have to hurt him?

- You're in his will, aren't you?

- Who told you that? Her? - That doesn't matter.

(Gloria): You know how much they have coming to them?

A lot more than me.

I care for that man.

- Do you think there's any way

we could have that oatmeal tested?

He said it tasted bitter.

- No, I cleaned the dishes right away,

but it wasn't oatmeal, it was overnight oats.

I made it just before dinner.

Freddy and Pam were still in the house

when I put it in the fridge.

They could have done something to it

when I wasn't looking.

- All set. - Thank you.

You sure this isn't gonna hurt?

I mean, afterwards?

- Maybe a little.

But the best part is

you're gonna get as much ice cream as you want.

What's your favorite flavor?

- I'm not six years old, Doc.

- I'm not bribing you.

Your throat's gonna be sore,

and ice cream is gonna be your main meal for a while.

Least you could do is give us your order.

- Chocolate fudge ripple.

I'll keep it on ice for you.

(Joan): As long as you're taking orders,

I'll have mint chocolate chip.

So, Dr. Coleman, you were a field medic.

May as well take this opportunity to impress me.

What approach would you take?

- Full tonsillectomy with abscess drainage.

I'd say a cautery based,

extracapsular technique.

- My plan exactly.

- We good?

Seriously? I thought you said that you have time.

- She never misses a conference.

Kids show up clean, on time,

lunch is packed.

- She's gotta be completely overwhelmed.

- Oh, I'm sure. But she's very bright.

She was an honors student. Had a scholarship to Stanford.

- Which she gave up to wait tables.

- She goes to community college part time.

Nights, I think.

- And there's no one else in the family to support them?

- There's an aunt. She lives about an hour away,

but I think she works downtown somewhere.

- Is there some issue with her?

- Not as far as I know.

She's second on the emergency contact list.

- We need to call her.

- Your father was poisoned by an overdose of medication.

Most likely it was ground up in his overnight oats.

- I told you Gloria did something to my father.

- Actually, it looks like it was Freddy.

- No.

No, no, that can't be true.

- I'm sorry.

I know this must be hard.

Can you think of any reason why he would do that?

If Gloria is getting 100,000,

you and Freddy must be getting much more.

- No.

No, no. That's not why he would do this.

No.

My dad was terrible when we were growing up.

He was cruel, mean.

I couldn't get far enough away.

But Freddy, for some reason, he stayed.

Probably chasing that love he was never gonna get.

I tried to stop him,

but I could see how badly Dad could still get to him.

It's probably why Freddy needed the digitalis to begin with.

- I'm sure you want to go check on your dad,

but just don't say anything for now, okay?

- Right, right.

You're gonna... call the police?

- We'll have to.

- Right. Right.

- Siblings that grow up with trauma usually stick together.

She turned on him pretty fast.

- She turned on him because she needs someone to take the fall.

Same reason she accused Gloria first thing this morning.

- Where do you get that from?

- I said he overdosed

on some medications.

I never mentioned digitalis.

(Joan): And which artery is that?

(TJ): Ascending palatine.

- And the nerve beneath the tonsil?

- Glossopharyngeal.

- And that's cranial nerve number...?

- Nine.

- So where should I make my incision?

- Nope. Um, I will be there.

Okay, I gotta go, but I will take a double tomorrow

or this weekend, whatever you need.

- The surgery went well.

Noah's fine.

(sighing)

- Oh, my God. Thank you.

And thank you.

Dr. Coleman said that you were the best in the hospital.

It's a privilege that you helped us.

- Alyssa. How is he, baby?

- He's doing fine. Who called you?

- All right, let's just get this whole thing sorted out.

- She's trying to get my brothers and sisters taken away

from me after meeting us for 10 minutes.

- I am not trying to get them taken away, Alyssa.

I just thought you could use the support.

- She can, but she doesn't accept it.

- If my parents wanted them to be with her,

they would have put that in the will.

- They never even thought about who would take them.

That was a mistake.

But that doesn't mean you have to throw your life away.

- Taking care of my family isn't throwing my life away.

- You should be in college. - I am.

- Night school.

- So? It will take a bit longer. I'm handling it.

And I don't appreciate a bunch of strangers

poking their heads into my business.

If you think that I'm having issues,

call social services.

But I promise, I will put a lawsuit on you so fast,

it will make your head spin.

- No one is calling social services, Alyssa.

I think you know that.

- Great. Then we're done here.

(sighing)

- I don't know how to explain it,

but sometimes I'm walking down the street,

and it's like I just want to hurt someone.

- Hannah, do you think part of you

might be angry at your father?

- Why would you say that?

- He took his own life.

Some would consider that a selfish act.

- Something happened to my dad.

Something broke him,

and no one noticed until it was too late.

Not my mom, not my brother, not even me.

We all failed him.

- Then would it be fair to say

you're mad at the thing that broke him?

- Yes.

And if I ever find out who

or what that was-

- Hannah, you don't need a target.

You need care. Integration. Healing.

Hang on, Hannah.

We're not done here.

- No?

Because I'm here voluntarily,

and I suddenly feel much better,

so I think we are.

(Charlie's voice): Yo, yo, yo. You know what to do.

- It's your sister.

I know you're mad at me for kicking you out,

but you need to call me back.

(tense music)

- Pamela Bell? - Yes?

- We need to speak with you. - With me?

(Freddy): What is this about?

- We need to ask you a few questions. Come with us.

- Her? - Right this way.

(Freddy): Huh, what?

What's happening?

Pam?

Doctor Larson,

I don't understand.

What's happening?

- The police are taking your sister in for questioning.

- What? Why?

- We think she tried to poison your father.

- Come on, this is... This is crazy!

- If we'd let him go home

when she asked, he would have died there.

- No, no. You're wrong, okay?

Pam would never do something like this.

- It's noble of you to defend her,

but she wasn't as loyal.

- She says I did it?

With what, the ibuprofen?

- And your digitalis.

- This-this does not make any sense.

How would she even know I have it?

I keep it on me. She doesn't even know I take it.

- Who does know?

- Well, my doctor, my wife.

- What about Gloria?

- Oh, my God.

She, uh, she sometimes picks it up for me,

um, at the pharmacy with my dad's prescriptions.

- They were both trying to get him checked out of here

before he was ready, you remember that?

- Yeah. Yeah, I do.

- And then later, they were arguing in the visiting area,

and you went over and they stopped talking quickly.

Did you overhear anything they said?

- Yeah. I, um, I heard Gloria say,

"I never even wanted this."

I mean, obviously, I didn't know what she meant until now.

- Okay.

Pam told the police everything.

They're gonna be here in 10 minutes.

If you have anything that you want to say to Albert,

now would be the time,

because I think that there is a part of you

that cares about him.

- Gloria, what's she talking about?

- Freddy overheard you and Pam talking about it,

so don't bother, Gloria.

(melancholic music)

She made me do it.

We put drugs in your breakfast.

When she found out you put me in the will,

she said she would fight it with lawyers.

The only way was for me to go along with her plan.

She didn't want to wait for her money.

She... She didn't want you to spend it

on years paying for nurses.

I needed it for my own family.

I needed it for my own family.

- Can you get her out of here, please?

(gasping)

(sobbing)

(Sonya): He won't be able to eat any of that.

Not until his throat's better.

- Gonna add that to your file?

As evidence I don't know what I'm doing?

- Can you sit with me a minute?

I am not here to lecture you or tell you what to do.

- But here comes the lecture.

- Do you believe your aunt loves you

and your brothers and sisters?

- Yes.

- And is there space

for your brothers and sisters in her house?

- That's not what it's about.

- Noah didn't tell you he was sick

'cause he was afraid of stressing you out,

that you'd lose your job.

- He's 12. He was being dramatic.

- Another day or two,

and he might have died from what he had.

It was just dumb luck

that we were there today doing those scoliosis tests.

- And you think it would have been different

if he was living with my aunt?

- Yes, I do.

And you're supposed to be away,

starting your life.

Your own life.

- Well, I don't know how your life works,

but sometimes you make plans and they don't work out.

(sighing)

- I know

you don't want to leave your brothers and sisters,

and you probably feel too guilty to do it.

- It's not about guilt.

I love them.

- Of course you do.

And you don't want to let go of them.

Maybe 'cause that's the best way to hold on to your folks.

But what do you think your parents would've wanted?

For you?

- Not for me to leave them and go to Stanford.

- Of course, that's way too far.

But you've got the U of M right here.

Thirty six minutes from the dorms

to your aunt's place on GPS.

- You actually looked that up?

Why do you even care?

- Young women have to stick together,

fight for each other.

If we're ever gonna take over and run this whole shebang

the way it's supposed to be.

- I do really hate this uniform.

- Burn it, girl.

(melancholic music continues)

- I am just so sorry, Dad.

- You got nothing to be sorry for.

You should be angry.

- I just still can't believe they tried to do this to you.

- I was a mean bastard,

so maybe I deserved it.

- You're not a mean bastard anymore.

You haven't been for a while.

- Well, that's good to hear.

So what happens now?

- Now? Now I take care of you.

- I'm curious. Four years as an army medic. Why not surgery?

- I wanted to train under Dr. Larson.

- I know you two have quite the history,

but at some point, one has to find their own path

and make sure it's best suited to their skills

and temperament.

(groaning)

- You saying you don't think I'm cut out for internal medicine?

- Oh, on the contrary. But I've done some research.

During the mass casualty incident with the train crash,

you took control of the entire triage unit.

And then yesterday, I watched you toss aside your cane

and throw on a hazmat suit.

And that's after returning to work

three weeks early from your injury.

My point is, you're hungry and you are a go-getter.

- Nice work, Detective Larson.

(chuckling)

- Friends in medical school used to say

I was like a dog with a bone.

In a nice way.

(no audible dialogue)

- What was that?

- I'll tell you when I'm sure.

- I understand, Mom. I know you didn't say that.

There's nothing for you to answer for.

- I just wish you felt

like you could come to us

instead of having to go to Gina again.

- So you're mad at me? - Nope, she's not mad.

But you can be honest with us about whatever's going on.

- Okay, fine.

So did they find that creepy guy yet or what?

- Not yet, but we have the FBI on it now,

so it's just a matter of time.

I got the roster of doctors.

- Oh. - With their photos.

What if the angry doctor hired this guy?

Hackers are usually young, right?

- Are these in alphabetical order?

- Should be.

- Brian Clark's not here.

- Who's he?

- Oh my God.

(no audible dialogue)

(suspenseful music)

- That's him?

(Amy): That's the man.

That's Hannah's father.

(rock music blaring in apartment)

- Oh, my God.

You're still here.

Oh, I've been trying to reach you all day.

Why didn't you call me back?

Charlie?

Charlie. Charlie? Hey.

What did you do?

Charlie!

Charlie, come on, look at me.

What did you do?

(theme music)

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