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Previously on Wildcards.

Vivian? Where have you been for the past
15 years? On the run from Gideon Varga.

So, Jessica, she seems great.

Honestly, more than anything, it's just
been really easy. Who are you? Tomo

Hayashi, Varga's right hand. You are
done with all the crime, right?

Oh, yeah. You are going to steal us a
diamond.

I have been here all day. Please calm
down. I'm in pain. I need to see a

Why is it taking so long?

Sir, I need you to calm down or I'm
going to have to call the doctor.

How are things looking?

Labs for the wife in exam five.

Yeah, that's definitely going to ruin
someone's day.

Yep.

Tony says the intern faced before lunch.

Dr. Schaefer.

The recommendation letters are due at
five. Yeah, yours are done.

But what does that mean? It means I
wouldn't get your hopes up. Hey, we need

talk now. Okay, look, I know you're
upset.

Let's talk later. No, no. I said now.
The nurse said that my wife's results

coming up. What gives? Let's talk in
private.

She's just going to have to wait.

Dr. Miller, pediatric.

Dr. Miller, pediatric.

It's total crap.

You did the test wrong. Do it again. Dr.
Schaefer.

Who we got? 40 -year -old female, Kara
Blake, T -bone by a pickup.

Kara Blake, can you hear me?

On my count.

Three, two, one, lift.

BP is dropping.

I thought your shift was over. You need
an anesthesiologist, and Dr. Miller is

stuck in the OR.

Intern. Stop taking notes. Prep for
intubation.

I need to see a doctor.

Why is it taking so long?

How much longer is this going to take?
Sir, sir.

My arm's broken. I've been in that
waiting room for eight hours. We have

patients in critical condition. I'm sure
we can get you a painkiller. I need

more than damn meds. Someone has to fix
my frigging arm.

Lock him in the patient room. Lock.

Trauma one just arrested.

You might be hyperkalemic. Push up
before.

Start compressions. Follow with calcium
gluconate.

Okay, she's back. Okay, we got a pulse.
She's back.

You're gonna be okay.

Easiest 20 I'll make all week.

Morning, Ricky.

Where'd you go?

Work. Oh, good.

Good. I just mean, lately, things around
here have been quite stressful, and we

still don't have a working plan to steal
the diamond. Ricky needs some peace and

quiet to think. Oh, third -person Ricky
isn't good. Oh, hold on.

Hi, Dad.

Hey, where are you? On my way to work.

Why, what's up? I'm on my way to your
place.

Oh, Dad, can you just hold on?

Hey, Mom.

Good morning, sweetheart. Where are you?

I'm ready to work.

Oh, good. Well, I will drop these
beignets by your place then.

No, you don't have to do that. I'm off
sugar for the week. Oh, please. You're

probably eating a donut right now.

Mom, hold on, okay?

Dad, sorry.

Your phone must have lost signal. Should
I grab donuts, croissants, or the old

favorite egg tarts? For what?

For my parole officer.

I'm meeting him at your place, remember?

He thinks I'm living with you and not at
the Ritz.

Is that a problem?

Dad, hold on.

Ricky, how long were you going to leave
me hanging? Okay, Ricky, how committed

are you to this day of silence?

I don't like where this is going.

Hold on.

Mom?

Damn it. Lost her.

Hello? Wow, your phone is really acting
up today.

Anyway, I decided to go with egg tarts.
Dad, how about you just call Mom?

You haven't even sat down and spoken
with her. Max, she lied to us. I know,

she's your wife.

How about you just take her out?

Preferably somewhere far away from my
place.

Hold on.

Ricky? I swear, if one person crosses
the threshold of our abode, Ricky is

to lose it.

Learn to drive!

Ricky does not need your negative energy
right now. Okay, well, third person

Ricky can kiss my...

Hey,

good morning.

Is everything okay?

Max, it's fine.

It's been a stressful morning.

What happened? Things at home were a
little hectic. Now that my dad's out and

Ricky's while being Ricky.

It's a new normal to get used to.

Whatever.

Sorry.

How are you?

Good. Yeah, I slept great last night.
And then this morning, Jess and I just

kind of sat in silence and watched the
sunrise.

It was beautiful.

I mean, I'm fine. The usual. You know,
go, go, go.

Morning, Hollis.

I thought you hated hospitals.

I do, but I also have to go where they
tell me.

Do you?

I do.

It's called a job.

Okay. Detectives, I'm Ray. Security.

Come with me.

In here.

Looks like someone didn't like his
bedside manner.

I'm guessing we don't need a second
opinion on this one.

Multiple stab wounds to the chest.

I count at least 15.

At first glance, some deep, some
superficial.

How many dab wounds? This was personal.

Emotional. Everyone after this doctor
must have been angry.

Really angry.

Any defensive wounds?

None that I can see, but I'll do a more
thorough check at the morgue. This guy

looks at least six feet tall.

It's strange he wouldn't have fought
back.

The room's clean.

No sign of a struggle.

I don't get it. Why would you just stand
there as somebody goes... Stabby,

stabby on you 15 times.

This guy was the chief of emergency
medicine.

What the hell was he doing in some
storage closet in the middle of his

For peace and quiet.

A lot of our staff used that room to get
a real break. That's why we put the cot

in. Were you close with Dr. Schaefer?

As close as you could be to a man like
that.

What do you mean?

Dr. Schaefer ran the ER like a
battlefield.

Fast, efficient, no margin for error.

You couldn't keep up. You didn't have a
place here. Was anybody else there when

you found the body? I was making rounds
with another nurse. I told her to go for

help, and I checked his pulse, and he
was already dead.

We'll need to confirm that with her.

Hey, it's okay.

Yes, I stress.

Maybe I need one of those.

Can you think of anyone who might have
wanted to harm Dr. Schaefer? There was

one thing this morning.

Dr. Schaefer got into a physical
altercation with a male patient.

Security had to isolate the guy.

Where is he right now?

He's gone.

I locked him in here, and when I checked
on him later, the door was unlocked.

I assumed Dr. Schaefer must have let him
out, so I went back to work.

You think he was violent enough to kill
Dr. Schaefer?

That's why we locked him up.

All right, we're going to need to take a
look at the CCTV footage.

We've got a hostage situation.

Give me something for the pain.

Don't come any closer. I'm Detective
Ellis.

Okay, let's just take a breath here.

What's your name?

Darren. Okay, Darren.

What do you need? I need someone to make
the pain go away.

Okay. Okay, we can make that happen,
right?

I'm going to need you to let her go
first.

I've been saying they're going to help
me all day, but no one does!

Is that a bedpan?

Don't worry, it's clean.

Maybe not.

Is Max here today?

She's out fighting crime, as usual.

Helping to keep me on the straight and
narrow.

Now, I know you're joking, but the
support of family really is so important

any newly released parolee.

Gentlemen, I present my Java the Nut
Blend.

A whisper of hazelnut from a galaxy far,
far away.

Thanks, Ricky.

Oh, it smells delicious.

I'll leave you two to talk.

Thanks.

Want to spit out?

So, George, tell me.

How's the job going?

The job?

Phone, baby, phone.

Oh, that.

Yes. I didn't land that car wash gig. I
got something much better lined up.

Tell me more.

Well, next week I start volunteering at
Hemsworth Prison.

It's a counseling program for inmates.

Now, I know it doesn't pay, but... It's
wonderful.

George, I'm proud of you.

Oh. I just figured it was time to start
giving back.

When can I get some meds?

They're on the way.

What is that? Shock ball. Did Nurse Gale
give that to you? Yes.

So, Darren. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean
to hurt her. I just wanted some

painkillers. Okay.

Tell us about your injury.

I fell off a high ladder a few days ago.

The pain in my shoulder has gotten so
bad, I can't work, and I barely sleep.

At this point, I'd do anything to make
it go away. Does that include murdering

Dr. Schaefer?

What?

No, I didn't kill anyone.

If I did, I'd be pretty stupid to stick
her in the hospital, wouldn't I?

It's Olive.

She's got something.

Okay, how about I go speak to her and
you finish up with Darren? Sounds good.

All right.

How did you get out of this locked room
that the security guard put you in? I

heard a click, went to the door, and it
was open. So I left.

It can be hard readjusting to life on
the outside.

I mean, you spent so much time dreaming
about getting out, getting back to your

old life, but by the time you're
released, your old life's gone.

You've done this before. For more than
20 years.

You are not alone, George.

Don't think of me just as your parole
officer.

Think of me as your friend, as someone
who wants you to succeed.

Oh, thanks, Howard. I appreciate that.
And it's okay to have mixed feelings

about the very thing you've been
dreaming of now that it's actually here.

It is okay not to be okay.

Well, thanks, Howard, but I really am
okay.

I'm glad to hear it.

Can you stay for breakfast?

I'm afraid not.

Duty calls.

I'll just show myself out.

Oh, um, tell Max I'm sorry I missed her.
And thank Ricky for the coffee.

I will.

I thought he'd never leave.

I kind of like the guy. I feel like
we're connected.

So, how are you coming along with the
plans? I'm trying to make progress.

Because Howard likes to drop by
unannounced.

I'm keeping him in here.

Hmm.

Smart. Mm -hmm. Now, skedaddle. I have
work to do.

And you know my process.

Yes, I do, and I don't need to be here
for that.

See the incisions?

What about it? The direction of the
wound track combined with the external

features of the entry points gave me the
angle of attack.

Damn it, Jim. Just give it to me
straight.

Bones? Dr. McCoy? Star Trek? I don't
like science fiction.

Okay, whatever. What does all this mean?
It means that your killer is right

-handed.

Darren, are you right -handed? Yeah,
why?

What are you doing?

Our killer is right -handed.

He can't lift his right arm.

Which means the killer's still out
there.

Yes, he was tough, but he pushed us to
be our best.

My old trainer always used to say that.

Man, I hated that guy.

Dr. Schaefer wasn't here to make
friends. He was here to save lives.

When was the last time you saw him?

I was just clocking off when an
emergency trauma patient came in.

The anesthesiologist who was supposed to
relieve me was stuck in the OR, so I

stepped in to lend a hand.

Okay, and then you went home afterwards?
For just under an hour of sleep.

I'm on call, so here I am again.

Someone targeting doctors.

I mean, is that what this is?

Patients are getting violent and more
angry.

We've placed a few more officers in the
hospital.

Dr. Devereaux, you're needed in OR2.

I'm sorry, I have to get to surgery.

Of course.

Oh, looks like people had a real love
-hate relationship with Dr. Schaefer.

We're looking for someone with a hate
-hate relationship.

And why kill him today?

I think we need to reconstruct Dr.
Schaefer's final hours.

Let's start with his last patient, Kara
Blake.

This is my wife.

I'm Shawna Blake. I'm Detective L. This
is Max Mitchell, my partner.

How is she doing?

They said she should make a full
recovery.

That's great.

What time did you get to the hospital
today?

I just got here a few hours ago. She was
already in surgery.

Is this about Dr. Schaefer?

It is, yes.

When was the last time you saw him? I
never got to meet him. I got the call,

Kara had been admitted, and I rushed
over as soon as I could.

Today was like any other.

She was on her way to court.

Kara is a defense lawyer.

And then out of the blue.

Hey, she's gonna be okay.

Thanks to Dr. Schaefer.

He saved my wife's life.

And now he's been murdered?

Sometimes this world just doesn't make
any sense.

You got a boo -boo on your head.

It's been a stressful day. Tell me about
it.

We heard you fainted.

I suppose a layman could say I fainted.

Technically, it was a vasovagal syncope
secondary to empathic over

-identification.

Isn't that fainting?

Whatever. It won't happen again.

I just need to get through my final
rotation.

Are you done with that report yet?

Almost. Well, snap to it, intern.

The name's... The name's Delgado.

Sorry. They make the interns write up
all the patient reports.

When was the last time you saw Dr.
Schaefer?

Um, let me check.

There was a trauma patient, and then
apparently I was...

with a patient.

He actually fainted. The doctor had to
wake him up with smelling salts.

Fainted twice?

In one shift?

I wonder what the record is.

And Dr. Schaefer was here the whole
time? Yes.

Did you notice anything off about the
doctor or any exchanges that he had with

anyone else? To be honest, he didn't
have the best bedside manner. How so?

It's like his mind was somewhere else,
but I wouldn't be sitting here talking

you without him. The extraction was
flawless.

The extraction?

Uh, I was, uh, basting a turkey when I
slipped.

I was in between outfits at the time, so
Yates is gonna love this story. Okay,

tell me more.

Detective?

We've also been on the CCTV. You need to
see. Okay.

Okay, I'll be back to hear the rest.

No, she won't.

They don't look happy.

Especially the husband.

She's practically running to catch up.

They were upset about the test results
Dr. Schaefer gave them.

Look at the time stamp.

An hour before Dr. Schaefer was
murdered. After the couple left, they

staff parking garage.

Look at this.

That's a knife.

That's Dr. Schaefer's motorcycle.

Andy's right -handed. We've got an angry
patient who threatened our victim.

Andy's got a knife.

He walks like a duck. He quacks like a
duck.

Okay cheese and quackers, into the pipe
we go.

Did I come at the wrong time?

Au contraire, Vivian.

I'm working on getting us out of the
mess that you dumped on our happy

Hands off, Quacky Chan.

You picked the lock again. Oh, well, old
habits die hard. Why are you here?

I just wanted to drop in and check on
your progress and drop these off.

So... How are the plans coming?

They're coming along.

Can I see what you've got so far?

I'd rather wait and update the whole
team.

You still don't trust me.

Do you blame me?

Fine. Oh, as long as I'm here, I think I
might have lost something.

Apart from your family and my money? A
very valuable ring.

I'll let you know if it turns up. Oh,
it's a very special ring.

You see, I found this gorgeous scarab
ring in the Sydney Museum that I

absolutely had to have.

The trouble is, it was locked in a case
with pressure alarms. One step too

close, and all of Darling Harbor would
have heard it. So I released three dozen

wind -up toy kangaroos at once.

Chaos.

Shrieking tourists, guards chasing after
plastic marsupials. I scooped up that

ring, and before they knew it was
missing, I was halfway to Tangier

Vie en Rose.

Wow.

That's an earful.

How about it? Do you mind, uh, covering
up?

I work better unencumbered.

I call it my big duck energy.

Fine.

We have CCTV footage of you slashing Dr.
Schaefer's tires.

He was defending my honor. Isn't that
right, honeybunch? That's right, sugar

pie.

Okay, so you slashed the tires for love?
Is that it?

Schaefer implied one of us was stepping
out on our marriage.

That was the diagnosis?

Infidelity? No.

He said I had...

Oh, I got

it.

The... Yes.

And it's...

Totally not true.

Schaefer made a completely wrong
diagnosis. Okay, so then you left the

against medical advice, is that right?
We were mad.

We wanted a second opinion.

So mad you walked back in the hospital
and killed Dr. Schaefer? Because he

didn't answer your call.

What? I didn't call.

Well, you didn't kill anybody. Look, you
have motive, and we have footage of you

in the hospital parking garage around
the same time as Dr. Schaefer's death.

can prove we didn't do it.

How? Ask the bartender at Dominic's. We
were there until the police picked us

up.

She's lying.

About what? The murder? The infidelity.

She's the one stepping out, not her
husband. How do you know that?

Her nervous tick, the way she was
twisting her wedding ring. I bet she was

one calling the doctor behind her
husband's back for the prescription.

Okay, let's start with her alleyway.

Olive wants to see you in the morgue.

Okay, you call the bar, and I'll go talk
to Olive. Yeah?

The puncture marks on his clothes all
line up with the stab wounds.

Blood seeped through his scrubs and his
lab coat almost everywhere except for

right there, his breast pocket.

There's no blood stains.

Why? I'm not sure why. Maybe his coat
fell open during the murder.

But I called because I found something
else.

Is that an injection mark?

I didn't notice it at the scene because
I was focused on the multiple stab

wounds, which may have been the killer's
agenda, because the toxicology report

showed a high dose of hospital -grade
propofol in his system.

Propofol? What's that?

It's a drug used to sedate patients for
surgery. So if I lured him into a room

and jabbed him with the propofol, would
that incapacitate him fast enough that I

could stab him to death before he
attacked me?

Absolutely. It worked fast. Less than 60
seconds.

Okay, well, that would certainly account
for the lack of defensive wounds.

He couldn't defend himself.

Hospital -grade drugs are locked up. To
access the propofol, you'd need to be a

medical professional.

Which means Schaefer was murdered by
someone working in a hospital.

So the bartender confirmed our Love
Island couple was there all afternoon

getting sloshed. So not our killers.
Olive says that Dr. Shaper was dosed

propofol before he was stabbed. And we
know he went into a private room with

killer and closed the door. So it had to
be someone he trusted. Well, clearly he

wasn't expecting a shiv to the sternum.
If the propofol is hospital grade, go

back and check and see if they're
missing any. Follow the drugs, find the

killer.

Is that my dress ball?

Oh, it was a stressful day. Sorry.

Oh,

I need this stuff on an IV drip.

So you were saying all the drugs are
locked up in a pharmacy cabinet?

Yes, and everything is logged.

Employee codes, patient name, dosage.

And only nurses and anesthesiologists
can unlock it.

So if a doctor needs something, they go
through a nurse.

This is everything from today.

I will have a proper audit run, but it
may take some time.

And I need permission from Dr. Keaton.
Now that Dr. Schaefer's gone, Dr.

Keaton is the new chief of the ER.

Interesting.

What was his relationship like with Dr.
Schaefer?

Less than ideal.

They were really at each other's throats
this morning.

What about?

Who knows?

You know, I didn't mention it earlier
because, well, they were always at it.

They're like a couple of chihuahuas.

You know, yapping over who's bigger.

Sorry, Gail. You're needed in Bay 3.

Okay. Excuse me.

Well, let's see if Dr.

Keaton's bite is worse than his bark.

This would go a whole lot faster if
you'd help.

Oh, don't forget to look under the
couch.

Or...

You can call it a day and tell me why
you're here.

I told you.

I am here looking for my scarab ring,
which is one of a kind and very

to me.

Heart -wrenching.

Is this it?

You found it. Where was it?

It was in your jacket pocket where it's
been this whole time. What?

That's... Crazy. It must have fallen
off. Cut the performance, Vivian. You

about the ring.

Tell me why you're really here.

Schaefer was a liar.

I sunk 50 grand into a medical therapy
pitch.

I lost 49.

This morning, I find out that the
bastard didn't even invest any of his

money. He was screwing with me.

The nurse will be by with the release
papers.

Wow, that's a lot of money.

I know what you're getting at.

We fought all the time, and the guy was
a prick.

But I didn't kill him. Well, you're
probably happy you don't have to play

fiddle anymore, now that you're ER
chief.

I don't want his job, if that's what
you're inferring.

I've got a better offer somewhere else.
I'll be out of here at the end of the

month.

Schaefer was a jerk, okay?

But I respected him.

You don't save as many lives as he did
without ruffling a few feathers.

Now, if there's nothing else,

I've got a job to do.

That's all these doctors could learn a
thing or two about bedside manner.

Do you remember what you told me about
Schaefer's lab coat? Where there was no

blood on the front pocket?

Well, what if there was something inside
the pocket stopping the blood from

seeping out?

Nothing was found in his pocket.

I know, but what if it was taken out
after he died before we got there?

Let's go back to the person who found
the body.

Can you open your locker for us, Gail?
Why?

This is a waste of time.

Look, you can do it or we can get
security to do it. It's up to you.

Well, no need for security.

Wait, okay, you can't do that. She
cannot do that. I've stopped her before.

What are you looking for?

We're looking for this.

So?

This is why you killed him?

No.

He told me not to get my hopes up.

When did he say that?

This morning.

You applied for another job in the
hospital.

I love the ER, but I'm just done.

Sooner or later.

Everyone gets burned out, and I just
want more time with my husband and my

Did you want the job bad enough that
you'd kill?

No.

I swear. I mean, I wouldn't blame you.

Dr. Schaefer is a hard -ass and full of
himself.

Certainly seems like the kind of guy who
would try and block your promotion just

to be spiteful.

That's why you decided to kill him?

So that he wouldn't not recommend you? I
did not kill Dr.

Schaefer.

Yeah, I thought that he was going to
give me a bad performance review.

So when I found his body and I got a
letter, I took it.

I was going to rip it up.

Then you read it. Yeah.

I am reluctant to recommend Gail
Holloway to the position of health

administrator. Not because she lacks
ability, but because I don't want to

her.

In the first week we worked together,
Gail had to rehome her father because of

his rapidly progressing Alzheimer's. It
was an extremely difficult personal

situation, but she never let anything
get in the way of the care she gave to

patients. For the last ten years, she's
managed the emergency room and me with

the same dedication, patience, and
grace.

Even though I'll hate to lose Gail,
you'll be lucky to have her.

I was going to copy that.

onto a clean sheet of paper and present
it to the board.

You tampered with a crime scene, Gail.
It's very serious.

Yes, I know it's wrong, and I am sorry.

I can't believe that he remembered all
that stuff about my father. That was ten

years ago.

You know, none of us ever thought that
paper gave a damn about our lives

of work.

Turns out that he had my back the whole
time.

And now I'm never going to get to thank
him.

That is one sad, scared lady.

She should be scared. She corrupted a
crime scene and she lied to us about it.

That's true, but do you actually think
she killed him?

No, I don't.

Hospital just called.

Nurses finished their drug audit.

Okay, any issues?

You could say that.

There's a vial of propofol missing.

Oh, paging us again.

You do realize we're talking life or
death because of what you did.

We're all in Gideon Vargas' crosshairs.
You think I don't know that? Just tell

me the truth. Why the ring gag?

Was it some kind of test? I wanted
something to break the ice.

The truth is, while I know George and I
know Max, you are an unknown variable to

me. And in this game, I don't like
unknown variables, especially not in my

family. Your family? You haven't been
around for the last 15 years, Val. You

haven't even been alive.

Everything I've done, whether you
approve of it or not, has been for my

and daughter. You have to know that. All
I know is what your death did to both

Max and George.

They were devastated, and I was the one
who stayed with them, holding things

together, keeping them in the game, not
to mention cooking and cleaning and

making coffee that reduces grown men to
tears. You want to talk unknown

variables?

Honey, take a look in the mirror.

How does an entire vial of propofol just
go unaccounted for?

Doesn't it take a nurse or
anesthesiologist to access drugs?

Yes, but in critical cases, we don't
have time to send someone to requisition

drug from the pharmacy.

That's when the mobile drug carts like
that one come into play.

Aren't those things locked?

Yeah, always. But in emergency
procedures, I mean, seconds matter. So

unlocked for easy access.

So anyone could just grab whatever vial
they wanted from the medical cart then?

I suppose it's possible. I mean, all of
our attention is on the patient.

The drug monitoring procedures, it's an
imperfect system. It's designed to catch

patterns of misuse. People stealing
drugs, not to locate a missing vial.

Okay, how many times was the cart used
this morning?

Well,

this narrows it down.

Only one time for a trauma patient.

Kara Blake, car accident.

Dr. Keaton, motorcycle, NBA incoming,
trauma bay 2. Excuse me. Yeah, of

Okay, so anyone working that trauma
could have had access to that propofol

used it to incapacitate Schaefer.

Too bad there aren't cameras in the
trauma bay area recording everything

happens. We might not have a camera, but
I think we got the next best thing.

This could end my whole career.

It's already hanging on by a thread.

So you took the vial of propofol? No.

But it went missing during Kara Blake's
procedure.

Why does any of this matter now? The
patient recovered.

It was just a blip.

What was a blip?

Propofol instead of ketamine.

Okay, do me a favor. Let's just start
from the beginning.

The patient was brought into trauma
care. Dr. Schaefer prescribed 10

of ketamine and intubation.

Kara wasn't given ketamine. She was
given propofol. Are those two drugs

interchangeable?

Well, both ketamine and propofol are
used in state patients.

However, in a trauma case like that, a
hypotensive patient who's lost a lot of

blood has a much higher risk of
flatlining on propofol.

Which is exactly what happened.

Right. The truth is, Kara Plague should
never have flatlined.

Who administered the propofol?

Dr. Devereaux.

Wouldn't she have known the risk?

She would have. She's one of the best
anesthesiologists in this city.

But I've been on a rotation for a couple
of months now, and I've never once seen

her use propofol. Couldn't she have made
a mistake?

She must have. Everything happens so
fast.

It was the first time I intubated.

I think she just grabbed the wrong vial.

After the patient was stabilized, I saw
Dr.

Schaefer take her to the side.

She was in tears.

And then later she came to me and she
asked me to change my notes to say that

Academy was administered, not Procopho.
So you did falsify the report?

She's a doctor.

I'm an intern.

If I want to have any sort of career at
all, I just do what I'm told.

Besides, the patient is fine.

We all make mistakes, right?

What if it wasn't a mistake?

Would you say the doctor definitely
wanted the patient to flatline?

That's crazy, right?

Why would you want to do that to a total
stranger?

Ellis, what you got? A doctor's name we
need to link to our victim.

Simmons and Yates are in the field, but
I can run those names for you.

See if we can find a link.

You can't be serious.

We're serious, all right.

Is everything okay? A doctor just asked
me to step out while she examines Kara.

Stop! Put it down!

Right now.

Don't make me use this.

It's the missing vial of propofol.

Robin, what the hell?

A dose this size would have killed her.
Why would you do this?

Dr. Devereaux, you're under arrest for
the murder of Dr. Schaefer and the

attempted murder of Kara Blake.

Turn around and put your hands behind
your back.

All right, let's go.

Kara Blake murdered her.

My mother was coming home from
volunteering at her local food bank,

every Sunday for 30 years.

She stopped at a convenience store for a
carton of milk.

Yes, we looked up the case.

Your mother interrupted a robbery.

The shooter was caught on camera. It was
an open and shut case.

But during the trial, the defense
attorney found a minor clerical error

the arresting officers and got the
shooter off.

And that lawyer was Kara Blake. We knew
about the technicality before she

presented it, so I went to her office
and I begged her not to do it.

She threw me out, said that her
responsibility was to her client, not to

justice.

Blame the system, she said.

She set him free.

Not the system.

So that morning, in the ER, when you
heard Kara Blake's name, you decided to

something about it.

You saw a moment for revenge.

I saw a moment to right a wrong.

Look, with all due respect for what
happened to your mother, two wrongs were

never going to make that right.

It was routine for a patient with those
type of injuries to be given a sedative.

So when Dr. Schaefer ordered ketamine,
she used propofol instead, knowing that

it would cause Kara to flatline. She
tried a sleight of hand, grabbing one

over another, not realizing the intern
had seen it. Or that Dr.

Schaefer would have remembered the name
Kara Blake.

He couldn't place it at first, and then
he looked it up, and he recognized her

right away. Once he made that
connection, he knew that Dr. Devereaux

administered the wrong drugs on purpose.

He told her he was going to file a
report with the medical board and with

police. And, well, at that point, she
knew her life was over. So she

incapacitated Dr.

Schaefer with that same drug so she
could kill him. Yeah, and multiple stab

wounds just to throw the suspicion
elsewhere.

What the hell are you, you son of a
bitch? An out -of -control patient who

threatened Dr.

Schaefer made for a perfect suspect.

So she unlocked the door and let him
out.

The justice system is not perfect.

And it's hard on all of us when it
doesn't deliver the way it should.

But Kara Blake was just doing her job.

Just like you two did today.

Good work.

Thank you, sir.

Keep it up.

Well, uh... You need a ride?

As long as you don't mind stopping so I
can grab some food first.

I haven't eaten all day. I think looking
at those bedpans really took away my

appetite.

I think we can do that.

Pork one?

I'm good, thanks.

God, I love these things.

Even if they are an imperfect food.
Sometimes pork, sometimes bun.

You never know what you're going to get,
but I can't stop trying.

Yeah, maybe I should get some for Jess.
She's been working all day. I don't even

know what she ate.

You should do that.

Turn the car around.

Yeah.

Okay.

So, how are things going between you
two? They're good, yeah.

Um... We should all go out sometime.

Look for you to get to know her. Yeah.

I would love that.

Great.

Um, let me just text Ricky and see if he
wants a pork bun, too.

Are you interested in pork buns?

Oh, no, thank you.

Too much bun, not enough pork.

Not worth the inevitable disappointment.

On that, we agree.

Maybe we can be friends.

We don't need to be friends.

We just need to get the job done.

Vivian, I want a fairytale ending for
you and Max and George.

But I'm going to keep a very close eye
on you.

Because they're my family.

And I'd die for those crazy cats.

Fair enough.

I should get going.

One last thing, by the way.

How did you know about the ring?

The kind of thing Max would do.

And if I may say so, it was too easy.

If we're going to survive this, you need
to bring your A -game.

Oh, sorry.

This is actually the last thing, I
promise.

Maybe next time we should review our
definition of A -game.

And you don't have much there. You
better get cracking.

Bonsoir, and thank you for the wine.

Damn.

She's good.

Okay, gentlemen.

Quackin' Awe is officially in progress.

I assure you, Quacky Chan, your death
will not be in vain.

You were born a bath toy.

You will die a hero.

Look at you, you weaponized party favor.

You are...