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- Call Dr. Charles.

This is his daughter.

- When I got in my car, it just seemed like the only option.

- I will always be here for you.

- My mother died of prion disease

when she was 45 years old.

- Do you have it?

[dramatic music]

- I'm really gonna miss the ED.

We do an awful lot of good down here,

and the people aren't half bad.

* *

- I got stuck in a well.

You might not remember me.

- Sadie.

- [laughs]

- We need to talk.

Sorry for bothering you so late.

- It's not bothering me. It's not late.

What's on your mind?

- I'm pregnant.

- Uh, you're pregnant?

- Yeah, I am.

And...

It's yours.

[glasses clink]

- Yeah, I guess that makes sense.

Uh...

well, I warned you, those Crunch Berries

could be an indulgence.

- They most certainly were.

- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

You--you--you're going to have the baby?

- Yeah, definitely.

- Okay.

- But I need you to know, Dean, that I don't--

I mean, I don't expect anything from you.

- Well, what does that mean?

- You know, if you're past this,

I--I--I can do this alone.

There would be no hard feelings.

Anything--

- I'm not past wanting to be the father of my child.

I just need to absolutely know

that this is what you want to do.

- Yeah, I do.

I want to be a mother.

- Okay.

I didn't know that.

- Neither did I,

until I saw that positive test.

And then just all these feelings just hit me so hard.

It was kind of shocking, 'cause...

you know, I never felt like this was in the cards for me.

- Why not?

- I'm an addict, Dean.

I didn't deserve a child,

and it certainly didn't deserve me.

- Stop it.

That is a lie, and you know it.

- I do now, but you were a big part of that.

[soft dramatic music]

- I'm glad.

* *

Look, um...

Whatever you need, I'm in.

Okay?

- Okay.

* *

Just two friends,

having a baby.

- Yeah. [chuckles]

Yeah.

- Uber Eats finally dropped off your breakfast sushi.

You should ding that 5.0 rating.

- Yeah. - Hey, all yours.

Already ate.

You are rocking that OB-GYN green.

- Thank you, John.

- You know, maybe if you told people

why you can't eat raw fish, you wouldn't have to waste any.

- Soon.

- You're three months along.

What exactly are you waiting for?

- Can we not right now?

- I'm just saying, the baby daddy might

be getting a little impatient.

[alarm beeping] - Incoming.

Triple trauma.

House fire with bad burns.

Two minutes out.

[dramatic music]

- Trauma 1's ready.

Ricky Aldrich, 11-year-old male,

burns to his right arm and leg.

Looks deep in some places. - Where's my dad?

- Right behind us, Ricky.

- Breath sounds clear.

Sats 96 on 2 liters.

Heart rate 125. - What happened?

- Father made a quick trip to the grocery store.

Ricky was sleeping.

He came home to find the second floor engulfed in flames.

- My dad carried me out.

He saved me.

- It's okay, buddy. We got you, all right?

- 43-year-old male with burns to his chest,

abdomen, and all four limbs.

Put him on a face mask, gave him 8 of morphine en route.

He's been pretty agitated.

- 100 of fentanyl and pull some Versed in case it's not enough.

- Copy. - All right.

I'm going to need you to be still, sir.

Be still, please.

- Please, did you find her?

- On my count, one, two, three.

Find who?

- His wife. He got his son out.

By the time he went back in for her,

the flames had consumed the primary bedroom.

- [weakly] I can't breathe.

Can't breathe. - Intubate.

- Oxygen's down to 87, heart rate 145.

- Etomidate and sux are in.

- Yeah. - [breathing raspily]

- Here we go.

All right, I'm in.

We'll have to do a chest escharotomy.

- I need some help if you can spare it, Dean.

His wife just came in. - Yeah.

Go, go, go, go.

- I'm guessing about 80%.

- Oh, it's closer to 90%, full thickness.

Morphine drip. - Copy.

Dr. Lenox, she's responsive.

- Becky, I'm Dr. Lenox.

Your burns are severe.

I'm sorry.

This is a non-survivable injury.

Is there anyone you want us to call?

We will do everything we can to make you comfortable, okay?

You're not alone.

I'm here.

[somber music]

- Propofol?

- I'll grab it from the med cart.

[monitor beeping]

- Peak pressures are improved.

[monitor beeping]

[sustained tone]

* *

- Time of death, 7:43.

- [sobbing]

[dramatic music]

* *

.

- Please explain how a broken window replacement

turned into this mess.

- Removing the window revealed water damage

to the wall and floor,

which revealed a major water pipe leak.

- Talk about the gift that keeps on giving.

- Send a new estimate to my desk before end of day.

- You got it.

- Speaking of which, you talk to Maggie since she left?

- Not a peep.

Oh, how's Anna doing at Northwestern?

- She's loving it. I'm loving it.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

I mean, she comes over on weekends, you know,

we hang out, lets me do her laundry.

- Well, you sound happy.

- I do? - Yeah.

- Careful.

Happiness is a trap.

- [laughs]

- You never made a follow-up appointment.

[siren wailing distantly]

- Didn't see the point.

- Look, I understand that you don't want the world

to know about your prion diagnosis,

but that doesn't mean you can blow off

your follow-up appointments. - Why?

Did they find a cure?

- It's a mistake not to deal with this.

- No, my mistake was getting tested

at Gaffney, because I didn't know

you would be sent the results.

So can we just pretend that I didn't and you weren't?

What's this? - An unaffiliated psychiatrist.

She's a relative of mine,

specializes in hard cases like you.

- Hard pass.

- You're clearly in the denial stage of grief.

- Well, actually, I've moved on to anger,

and I'm loving it.

- Look, I get it, okay?

This was devastating news that you don't deserve,

but you could be symptom free for another 20 years.

- Or symptoms could start tomorrow,

and I'm dead in a year, like my mother.

- You need an outlet.

- Work is my outlet.

- The second floor caved in on over...

- It's all over the news and social media.

- How many people were in the building when it collapsed?

- 80.

It was an all-night rave in the West Loop.

Building was condemned and set to be demolished next week.

- So are we on MCI protocol? - Yes.

CFD is dispersing patients evenly between trauma centers,

but we should get between 15 to 20.

- You got this. [intercom beeps]

- Talk to me. - Sisters, both 20s.

Vital signs stable.

Sierra's forearm stabbed Shay in the abdomen.

- Chicago Fire cut away the debris at the scene

to keep them as still as possible.

- Doris, please page Abrams. - Got it.

Both received ketamine en route.

- I said no to drugs at the rave, but yes in the ambulance.

- And now we are feeling no pain.

- And how did this happen?

- I took my little sis, Shay, to the rave.

Girlfriend needed to let off some steam.

- No, no. How did your injuries happen?

- Oh.

- We were dancing on the second floor

when it collapsed underneath our feet.

- Something smashed my arm, then I was on my back,

and next thing I know, Shay's on top of me.

- Sierra's arm stabs me in the gut.

I mean, how does that even happen?

- We always said we wanted to be closer.

- Where do you want me?

- Think we can salvage this arm with the neurovascular repair?

- Let's take a look.

- Sierra's oxygen is at 98%.

Shay's is 94%.

- Breath sounds normal. No pneumo.

- Heart rate 95 and 115, respectively.

- I'll FAST for free fluid.

- Let me assess the blood supply in the arm.

[suspenseful music]

- Sierra's FAST is normal.

Shay's got free fluid.

- Sierra's brachial artery has flow,

but I can't find anything distal.

- Let's get a C-arm for X-ray.

- The tip of Sierra's bone looks intra-abdominal,

but more concerningly, it's right where Shay's spleen is.

- So the bone might have pierced it.

We'll need a CT to confirm.

- Good luck squeezing them both into one.

- One false move, and Shay bleeds out faster

than we can open her up to stop it.

If we're right, Shay's a ticking time bomb.

- All right. All right.

Okay, I need everyone to please take a step back.

- I'm looking for my son, Jerome.

He's not answering his phone.

- I understand that you are concerned for your loved one,

but you got to let us work, okay?

- Go.

I just called security for backup.

- Thank you.

- Lay down, honey, okay?

X-ray is coming.

Whoa.

- 24-year-old male with head trauma.

- Dr. Asher. - Yeah, I'm here.

- Trauma rooms are full.

Take Treatment 2, okay?

Trini? - Yeah.

5 is open.

- Dr. Ripley. - Yeah?

What do we got, Evie?

- Hudson Collins, 19-year-old male.

Right leg was crushed by a collapsed beam.

- Take Treatment 5. - Why am I here?

- He's high on ecstasy, but we gave him 100 of fentanyl

en route for pain.

O2 is 98.

Heart rate, 115.

- He looks dry.

- I should be dead.

- We got you, buddy. On my count.

One, two, three.

- I should be dead.

- He was like this all the way here.

- Thanks, Evie.

100 more mics of fentanyl and stop fluids at 1 liter.

- Copy.

- So dark.

Everyone was screaming.

I--I couldn't breathe.

- You're safe now.

- I deserve to be dead.

- Okay. Fentanyl is on board.

- You're about to feel a whole lot better, Hudson.

- Help me die, please.

Please, I'll do it myself.

You just give me the meds.

- You don't mean that.

- No, I do.

I want to die.

Please, just help me die.

I want to die!

Please, please, please, please.

.

[monitor beeping steadily]

So what do you think his chances are?

- Oh.

Third degree burns over 65% of his body

and an inhalation injury.

Sadly, I think his son's going to wake up an orphan.

How's he doing?

- He's stable.

The extremity burns are pretty deep,

but he's resting comfortably.

- Well, that's good.

I'll go book an OR to debride his burns.

With any luck, we'll avoid infection

and save both limbs from contracture.

- Do you have room for one more?

- That depends, Dr. Howard.

The OR temperature's going be turned up to 94 degrees.

Can you tell me why?

- Skin regulates body temperature,

so when burns destroy it,

hypothermia becomes a significant danger,

even at room temperature.

- Top marks. We'll see you there.

And remember, dress to sweat.

- Hi. - Hi.

- So you're a general surgery resident now?

- Mm-hmm.

- I didn't even know you were back.

- No, it's my first week.

After I left cardiothoracic, I took some time for myself.

But then Dr. Lenox called me and said

the slot was mine if I wanted it, so.

- Well, welcome home.

- Thanks.

- I spoke to your mom and dad.

They are catching the first plane out of LA.

- Do you know what's wrong with me?

- The bone probably punctured your spleen,

so we need to remove it before you bleed out.

- Surgery will allow us to amputate Sierra's arm

and to control further bleeding

from your intra-abdominal injuries.

- Amputate? Can't you save it?

- I'm afraid not.

There's no blood flow.

The tissue is completely dead.

- What are my chances?

- Well, obviously, there's risk inherent in any surgery,

but we're very optimistic.

- It's actually 50/50.

And the longer we wait, the greater your risk of death.

- So I may not wake up?

- Oh, my God, Shay.

- That outcome is a possibility.

But as Dr. Abrams said, it is not the one that we want.

And the faster we get you to surgery,

the more your odds increase.

And 50% likelihood of survival are odds that I can work with.

Okay?

- Okay.

[tense music]

- You know, there is such a thing as too much honesty.

- You of all people think I was too harsh in there?

- While it's true I'm a big fan of tough love,

but there's a way to convey the truth

without completely deflating hope.

- And there's a difference between hope and delusion.

- Yes, and there's also a difference between honesty

and emotional brutality.

* *

[monitors beeping]

- Hanging in there, Dr. Howard?

- Oh, I'm totally good.

- Yeah, I noticed. But how?

Did you grew up in the Mojave Desert?

- [laughs] Hot yoga three times a week.

- Should be required in med school.

[alarm beeps] - Blood pressure's dropping.

90/56. Crit 32.

- A unit of blood should level it out.

- Even if we successfully remove all the dead skin,

what's the likelihood he'll lose

one or both limbs to infection?

- Pretty low.

His youth is a big factor.

Early debridement could help ward off early necrosis.

- Pressure's still low despite the blood.

- Fluid loss from his burns is driving his blood pressure.

Let's give 1 of FFP. - Got it.

- The kid's lost his mother,

and his father's hanging by a thread.

Let's not have any more bad news.

- He's stabilizing.

115/75.

- All right. Good, good.

- Are you okay, Dr. Archer?

- Yeah, fine. Yeah.

- Dean! - What do I do?

- Keep going. Keep going.

- Okay.

Okay.

- Hey.

Okay. What's up?

- I don't know if I should say anything.

- Say anything about what?

- [laughs]

Congratulations on the baby.

- Uh, thank you?

- I know I'm not supposed to know,

but I overheard Hannah talking with Archer earlier,

and I just, I'm so excited for you both.

I just can't help myself.

- Hannah is pregnant?

- Oh, no.

- Can you please help me?

I'm looking for Caleb and Ricky Aldrich.

They were brought in a few hours ago.

I drove back into town as soon as I heard.

- And you are?

- Becky Aldrich.

- Becky Aldrich?

Are you Caleb's wife?

- Yes, and Ricky's mother.

[tense music]

Oh, my God.

Are they dead? - No.

No, no, no.

But we thought you were.

* *

.

- How bad is my husband?

- He's got third-degree burns across 65% of his body.

Meds are keeping his blood pressure up,

but his kidneys are failing, and his respiratory function

is declining rapidly.

- So you're telling me my husband's going to die.

- It's unlikely he'll make it through the night.

I'm sorry.

- The other doctor, he said that you thought I was dead?

- Yeah, that's right.

- Why would you think that?

- I need to prepare you.

The condition of the body will be disturbing.

- I understand.

[somber music]

* *

Her name is Bonnie Harper.

She used to be Ricky's babysitter

until six months ago.

- Used to be?

- I fired her because I didn't like the way

she was looking at Caleb.

I guess my instincts were right.

- Well, I'm sorry.

* *

[knocks]

- Hudson, how are you doing?

I'm Dr. Charles.

Dr. Ripley asked me to drop by and say hello.

- A psychiatrist. Uh-oh.

- Trust me, I'm harmless.

I'm so sorry about what happened to your leg.

I understand it was crushed in the building collapse?

- Yeah. Broken in three places.

I didn't feel a thing.

- Well, I mean, that's going to be the painkillers, right?

And, you know, certain psychedelics can

have some pretty powerful dissociative properties too.

- Man, you're good, Doc.

- Well, come on, the rave was a little hint, right?

Dr. Ripley told me that you wish you died in the collapse.

Is that true?

- It is indeed.

I still wish I was dead.

- So I guess I'm just wondering, I don't know,

what would make you say something like that?

- Because I feel so damn good right now.

- Okay, so you were just speaking in hyperbole?

- No, I meant it.

I want to die before I start feeling bad.

- Before the X wears off?

Can you tell me exactly what happened to your leg,

inasmuch as you remember?

- There was so much awesome music

and so much touching and so many colors.

And then suddenly everything went black,

and everybody started screaming.

- Huh.

And where were you in the club at the time?

Can you remember that?

- I was on the floor, and there was something really heavy

pinned on my leg, and I was yelling

for someone to help me,

but no one could hear, and they just kept running over me.

Oh, it was crazy, bro.

- Honestly, it sounds pretty terrifying.

I mean, how'd you end up making it out of there?

- [exhales] Uh...

I don't remember.

- Okay.

- Outstanding job today, Doris.

- Thank you, Ms. Goodwin.

- You know, Maggie had some big shoes to fill.

She'd be proud of you.

- Well, I'm just keeping them warm till she gets back.

- Hey.

- You're--you're pregnant?

- Mitch, um--

- How could you-- how could you not tell me?

I mean, I know we were probably never

going to get together again,

but I certainly had a right to know.

- Mitch, Mitch.

It's not yours.

- Then who?

[soft dramatic music]

* *

- Dean.

* *

- Well, I didn't see that coming.

- Neither did I, if I'm being honest.

- How, um...

how far along are you?

- Mitch, you and I, we were already broken up.

- So are you two now--

- No.

No.

We are going to co-parent together.

- I'm--I'm--I'm sorry.

It's actually none of my business.

- You're angry.

- I'm not.

Um.

It's just, for a few hours,

I thought I was gonna be a father.

And no matter what that looked like for you and me,

it surprised me how much I really wanted to be one.

* *

- Hold up. I need the room.

From here on, things will move very quickly,

so I wanted to give you two a minute

to talk to each other alone.

- To say goodbye.

- To say the things that you would regret not saying.

- Stop it, Dr. Lenox.

- It's okay, Sierra. - No, it's not.

Aren't you supposed to offer at least some semblance of hope?

- People think they want hope, but hope is dangerous.

Hope just gives you an excuse to put things off.

- You don't understand how we feel.

- I understand exactly how you feel.

I'm sick.

I may not die today, but it's coming,

and there's nothing I can do to stop it.

No one can.

So yes, say goodbye, just in case,

because when time runs out, it's gone.

[somber music]

* *

- It should be me.

I brought you to that rave.

I'm the one with the life that's not worth all that much.

- Please don't say that. - Let me finish.

You're this shooting star who deserves

the most incredible life,

to get everything you've ever wanted.

And I am--

I am so sorry that I may have taken that away.

- Sierra, I wanted to go to that rave

because I always want to be where you are.

Don't say that your life is worthless.

It is not true.

- I love you so much.

- I love you too, Sierra.

You're the best sister in the world.

Always will be.

* *

.

[whirring]

- Cutting the bone to separate the lower arm from Shay.

- You're a gifted surgeon, Dr. Lenox.

- A compliment is so off-brand for you.

- I give to those not desperately in need.

Otherwise, I find them destructive.

- I agree. Thank you.

Ready to fully detach the arm.

- Or what's left of it.

[monitor beeping]

- Gurney.

On my count.

Somebody secure the arm.

One, two, three.

[alarm blaring] - Sierra's crashing.

Sierra's abdomen is distended.

It wasn't before.

- She must have developed a delayed bleed

from the blunt trauma.

She needs a laparotomy to have any chance at all.

- We are not losing them both.

- Mr. Aldrich, can you hear me?

- Your wife asked us to lower your sedation

so she can speak with you.

- No, we can't remove that tube in your condition.

- No, no.

- No, no, no. Listen, stop.

- Mr. Aldrich.

- We need to reintubate you or you will die very quickly.

- [rasping] I need to speak with my wife.

[breathing raggedly]

Is Ricky okay?

- The surgery couldn't have gone any better.

He'll recover.

- Ricky's a strong kid.

- Have you seen him?

- Not yet.

He's still in recovery.

- Oh.

- I know about Bonnie.

[soft music]

- Becky.

- I have always loved you so much, Caleb.

Over the years, so many of my friends

grew apart from their spouses, fell out of love,

but not me.

I always felt our love deepened.

Almost every moment of happiness I ever had

happened next to you.

I trusted you completely.

What happened to that man?

- He got stupid.

- The fire captain said candles in our bedroom

are what started the fire.

I don't want to be angry with you, not now,

but you almost cost us our son.

- I'm so sorry.

It was a mistake.

Please don't tell Ricky.

- Honestly, I don't know if I can promise that, Caleb.

Thank you for saving Ricky.

- Stay.

- Mind if I turn the light on?

- Whatever.

- How you doing?

- Good.

Should I just go home?

- You know what?

For whatever reason, I'm just not--

I don't know.

I'm not comfortable with the idea of letting you

walk out of here right now.

- I just said I'm fine.

- You know, another thing that Dr. Ripley told me

is that whatever fell on your leg

was way too heavy for one person to lift off of you.

I'm just wondering, did you get any help?

- When I was trapped...

it was so dark.

And-- [breathes deeply]

And I was begging for someone to help me,

and I was terrified.

And then someone found me.

[soft tense music]

A girl.

- Was it somebody that you knew?

- A total stranger.

When she found me, she used her iPhone light

to get a better look at me, and when I looked up at her,

I swear to God, she looked like an angel.

* *

She told me that if we both pushed the beam off of my leg,

that we could get it off,

and so we did it,

and it hurt like hell, but it worked.

And so she helped me to my feet,

and she started walking me out, and--

and that was when the roof collapsed on us,

and we were both on the floor again.

When I looked over at her...

* *

Half her head was gone.

[sobbing]

And I just left her behind.

- I'm sorry you had to go through that, Hudson.

- If she didn't stop and help me--

- What? What would have happened?

- She would be alive, and I would be dead.

- That's not logical, buddy.

Listen, listen.

Hudson, look at me.

It's a very human thing to try and make sense

out of some random, horrible, tragic event, right,

to impose some kind of meaning onto it, some kind of logic,

when very often there just isn't any.

All right?

Problem is, is that into that logic vacuum goes guilt.

It's just what we do.

In this case, what actually happened

is that a kind person made a choice,

and that choice was to help you.

And she did, and you survived, and unfortunately, she didn't.

- I didn't even know her name.

* *

She is not the one who deserves to die.

- Nobody deserves to die.

But just because she did doesn't mean

that you don't get to live.

- Well, crisis averted.

- Sierra's closed. Take her to recovery.

Let's take out Shay's spleen.

Retractor.

[monitor beeping]

[alarm blaring] - Shay's crashing.

- You got to open up her chest. - On it.

These sisters are having very bad luck today.

- Murphy's Law.

- Starting cardiac massage.

- PH is 7.2.

She's 36 degrees. Crit is 26.

- Keep transfusing on level one.

- She's got a huge aortic hematoma from her fall.

I'm trying to get control.

[alarm blaring]

She's in V-fib. - Paddles.

[tense music]

Clear.

[machine beeps]

20 joules. Clear.

[machine beeps]

* *

I'm gonna call it.

Time of death, 17:49.

* *

- 20.

1 milligram of epi.

- She's gone, Dr. Lenox.

- Not until I say she is.

Continue MTP.

20. Clear.

100 lidocaine.

[machine beeps]

.

- 20. Clear.

[machine beeping]

[alarm blaring]

Restarting cardiac massage.

- Dr. Lenox, it's been 18 minutes.

- I've had someone come back after 35.

- Then it was one in million. Shay's gone.

- Not yet.

20, clear.

Another milligram of epi.

- Is this just about Shay?

- 20. Clear.

- This needs to stop now.

[machine beeping]

- There she is.

- BP 85/43.

Heart rate 120.

She's back.

[soft dramatic music]

- That should not have happened.

- Two in a million.

* *

- Hey.

- Oh, hey.

I heard a rumor today.

Apparently, you and Ripley are having a baby.

Congrats.

- Trini overheard us talking this morning.

- Yeah, nurses are the information superhighway.

- She talked to Ripley.

Naturally, he had some questions for me.

- So what'd you tell him?

- Everything.

- How'd he take it?

- He's gonna need a few days to process.

- I couldn't help notice that you only came clean

with Ripley when cornered.

So what?

Are you uncomfortable about the fact that I'm the father?

- What?

What are you-- what are you talking about?

- Oh, come on. I get it.

I mean, I'm 64 years old, right?

I fainted in surgery today because I literally

couldn't take the heat.

- Are you okay?

- Why'd you take so long to tell anyone?

- Because I'm terrified, Dean.

- Terrified of what?

- Of a thousand things.

Of losing my status and respect

that I've worked so hard to get here at work.

I mean, of telling Mitch, of my sister hating me forever

for having the baby that she can't have,

of being a mother.

And yeah...

sometimes I worry about how this is going to work,

you and I raising a kid together.

- I understand.

Believe me, I have doubts that I'll have the stamina

to have a baby again, raise a child.

That said, every time someone asks if I'm the grandfather,

I'm going to want to punch them in the throat.

- No.

[tender music]

* *

I'm uncomfortable telling anyone

because when I tell them, it'll make it real.

- That's because it is real.

- Yeah, and I'm feeling that more every day.

- You know what?

Forget about telling anyone else the truth.

It'd be a lot more fun watching people slowly

trying to figure it out.

* *

- Hey.

Welcome back.

- Shay.

[soft music]

* *

Oh.

Thank you.

- How you feeling, Ricky?

- Good.

- He says he's not in much pain.

- That means the meds are doing their job.

- When can I see my dad?

- I'm so sorry, Ricky, but...

Dad didn't make it.

- No.

No.

- The burns were just too severe.

He died a few hours ago.

- How'd this happen?

What started the fire?

[somber music]

* *

- We don't know yet.

Honey, Dad loved you more than anything in the world.

He knew nothing was more important

than keeping you safe, and that's what he did.

And he died knowing that you were going to be okay.

* *

- I'm glad you persisted today,

but you also got incredibly lucky.

- Lucky? I don't think so.

- Call the shrink.

- Hey, that was fast.

- Yeah, I was waiting for you.

- What's--what's wrong?

- My babysitter just canceled last minute.

I am so sorry, but can we reschedule?

- Of course, of course.

It's totally fine.

What if we just ordered in?

- I haven't even told her about us yet,

and I'm not sure she's ready for that.

- But she does already know me.

So is this about me reminding her of the well?

- No, no.

I think that familiarity will

make her fall even harder for you.

- What are you afraid of?

- Her getting attached too soon.

- Okay.

Okay.

Look, it's obviously your call, but these last couple of months

have been amazing, and Emelia is an amazing kid,

and I'd love to get to know her better.

- But we don't even know what this is yet.

It's all still so new.

- Whatever this is, I'm in.

- Emelia, come here, please.

- [gasps] I know you.

- How you doing? - Good.

- That's good.

- Hey, can we have him come inside?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Come on in.

- Thank you very much.

- * I'm a bitter pill on your tongue *

* But I tell you I'm better than nothing at all *

* I go down as smooth as a nail or a memory *

- We don't carry chardonnay, sweetie.

- Heady Topper from Vermont.

- * You're afraid of the outside creeping in *

* You don't really want me *

* But you better believe *

* I'm the ghost in your closet *

- Not happening.

- Not surprised.

- * I know all your secret designs and amusements *

* I'm listening on the phone *

* You're afraid of the outside *

* You're afraid of the outside creeping in *

* You don't really want me *

[upbeat rock music playing]

* *

[clattering]

* Does it matter much that I'm such a pariah *

* You're tired and bored with yourself *

- No, no.

- * A couple of nothings *

* 'Cause nothing suits you well *

* You're afraid of the outside *

* You're afraid of the outside *

[dramatic music]

* *

[wolf howls]