All language subtitles for Saving.Hope.S05E11.HDTV.x264-KILLERS

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

- Charlie said I could have her.
- No!

No. No.

Charlie?

- Charlie.
- Yeah. Yeah, what?

Wake up, wake up. We got to get up.

Yeah, I'm...

I'm still here.

Um...

Everything okay?

Yeah, I just, uh, had a nightmare.

Um... anything to do

with what we were talking about?

Where'd that land, anyway?

Oh, well, we're two people
who have a kid,

broke up, got pregnant
with another kid...

- pretty straightforward.
- Ah.

Clear as mud.

The thing is, is I just feel
like every time I turn around,

I'm pushed in a different direction.

Okay, well, let's just
take things slow then.

You focus on the baby,

and we'll keep things stable
for you and Luke.

Um, I'm gonna take off

and see if I can grab
another couple hours sleep

before shift starts.

You sure you're okay?

Yeah, Charlie, I'm fine.

Okay.

Alex, and one more thing.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you...

for the, uh...

talk.

No problem.

Stability, right?

Stability.

I didn't think
this would be so difficult.

Jonathan, do you have Form A15?

Babe, you made it through med school.

I'm pretty sure this is gonna be
a piece of cake.

Thank you. Yes, but intake meetings,

references, police check, home study.

What did you think?

We're adopting a child,
not leasing a car.

But there are so many questions.

Listen. "What age range
would you consider?"

"What gender would you like?"

"Would you consider
a child with disabilities?"

- Would you...
- You heard the rep.

These are just sample questions

to figure out our motivations
for becoming parents.

Jonathan, you were arrested?

- Jonathan!
- Relax.

It was in high school.

I stole mascara from my girlfriend.

- Girlfriend?
- All right.

You know what? I-I can't do this
with you right now.

All they want is for us
to answer some simple questions.

I don't know why you
have to keep acting so...

"So" what?
How... How am I acting?

Weird.

I'm s...

I didn't mean that. I...

Just... Just shut the door
on your way out.

I'm very flattered.

I'm a great fan of the work
Torbin General does.

And we're excited at
the possibility of having you.

We were thrilled you applied
after your three months with us.

Yes, so was I...
a year ago, when I did that.

I know. I apologize for things
moving so slowly,

but you have to understand
it's a popular position,

one that's still yours if you want it.

Of course I want it.

So, shall I take that as a yes?

Can I have the day

to think about it
and figure out my finances?

I'll let you know tomorrow?

Good enough. Talk soon, Dr. Katz.

- Okay.
- Cheerio.

Thanks.

Covert FaceTime session.

Try and tamp down my paranoia.

It's just my sister, no big deal.

What are you talking about?

Finally patched things up
with your family.

You're back for good.

It's a very big deal,
es-especially to me.

Are you okay?

We need to talk.

E.R. Can you save it for later?

And I can tell you again
how happy I am

to have you back in my life?

Katrina. Didn't recognize you
without your makeup on.

Funny. I'm heading
to the Zombiewalk.

- You done for the day?
- Just finishing the night shift,

which I rocked, by the way.

Ah, karaoke with
the geriatric ward again, huh?

Got to give the people what they want.

Well, have fun. Just remember

the only way to kill the undead is...

to cancel their TV show.

Or a silver bullet,
stake through the heart.

Or you can cut off their head
with an ax.

Um, hello, Blake.

Black, please.

What, uh... Whatcha doing?
Thought you hit the road.

That's the thanks I get
for giving you your space?

You did what again?

You've been avoiding me, Charlie.

I assumed it was 'cause
you and the baby mama

needed some time to grieve.

Oh, Martha's funeral.

Well, then, thank you, I guess.

Thank you for your tact. You're, uh...

You're one hell of a stand-up spirit.

Yes, I seem to recall
you mentioning something

about helping me with that.

Uh, yeah. Yeah.

Thought you, uh, liked
the liminal state, though.

You were, uh, worried
about where you might end up.

Can't be any worse than this place...

Screaming kids, old people.

That.

Uh, I got to go.

Come on, man. I really need
your undivided here, okay?

I'm a surgeon, Blake. The only
dividing I do is with a scalpel.

But I'll help you, I promise.

I just... duty calls. Got to run.

Right, copy that.

Okay, we got three patients
just arrived, all acute trauma.

Car hit a guardrail. Let's look alive.

Here we go.

Maggie, Dev, take stretcher 1.

- Yeah.
- All right.

Let's get the second stretcher
into the trauma bay.

- Check his vitals, Sekara.
- Yeah.

We need O-neg with plenty of ringers.

- Jackson, take the bag.
- Yeah.

Okay, gonna need a FAST over here.

I'm not getting anything.

Pupils are fixed and dilated.

He's gone.

I've got massive internal hemorrhaging.

We're losing him.

All right, talk to me. What have we got?

- Airbag deployed.
- Must've had his feet on the dash

at the point of impact.

Get ready to transfer.

One, two, three.

Wait, wait.

That's me. I'm not...

Let's get pressure on those
wounds. He's bleeding out.

I'm dead?

He's in hemorrhagic shock.
I need O-neg now.

Man: Got it.

Hey, hey.
You can hear us, right?

You can, can't you?

Alex: We're losing him.

You can't let our little brother die.

He's the whole reason we were
in that car in the first place.

If you don't save him, our dad
is never gonna forgive himself.

You brothers?

They're brothers?

Oh, my God.

Hell of a force.
Look at that seatbelt mark.

He's-He's got to have
internal damage.

Compound complex fracture
to the tib, fib.

I want to see if I can get
that shoulder back in.

- Alex, can I use you for counter traction?
- Yep.

We need to get him
up to imaging ASAP.

Okay, he's good to go.

Dr. Williams,
can you prep the O.R.?

We need him there immediately
following the C.T. scan.

Got it.

Get Jackson to notify the family.

We've already lost two of them.

Your blood pressure's low,

but that can happen with pregnancy.

Other than that, everything looks good.

I don't think your fall on
the sidewalk affected anything.

Two left feet.

I don't even know why
I'm still dressing up for this.

Even I'm starting to think
I'm a little old for it.

It says here you had
some trouble conceiving?

That's putting it mildly.

Five rounds of IVF
before I finally got pregnant.

Cost me everything I had.

Well, congratulations.

You and your partner
must be thrilled.

He is, as is his new
modern dancer girlfriend.

Ah.

We split after 13 years

when it finally clicked
we didn't want the same things.

Kids.

13 years, and you started over
just like that?

Oh, starting over's
the easy part.

Hard part's leaving.

But you got to decide
what you want most.

I just need you
to sign your release form,

and then you can go.

Okay.

Right there.

Something wrong?

Yeah. Uh...

I-I don't remember
how to sign my name.

Dr. Lin, the nosebleed
in cubicle 3,

- he's starting to get restless.
- I'm on it.

Yeah.

I know you have
a hell of a busy nightlife,

but in case you forgot,

people enter here
in dire situations,

and we kind of need you to be...
I don't know... awake.

I'm sorry.

I'm exhausted.

I've been spending every night
at Sydney's,

and her tiny, little hobbit bed
is just so hobbity.

So why don't you and Sydney
buy a bigger bed,

something more orc-sized.

We're not buying a bed.

Why not? You and Sydney
basically live together.

Oh, I get it.

It's because you guys aren't
really that serious, right?

Exactly. We're just...
We're just keeping it loose.

- Wrong. You want to know why?
- Mm-hmm.

Because sleeping over every night

means that you are serious,
very serious.

Seriously. I'm serious.

Cereal.

You weren't expecting
that last one, were you?

You're a child.

Can't hide from the truth, Lin.

You guys are in a serious relationship.

Sekara, Scott.

Deal with that mustache.

Go.

Alex: Dr. Williams?

Just tying off the abdominal bleed now.

I thought Dr. Harris
was going to be joining us.

He is.

All right, let me get in there,
have a look.

That is not good.

Bowel must have perforated
on impact.

Needle driver.

Charlie, we gonna do this or what?

I'm kind of in the middle
of something important,

in case you hadn't noticed.

How come when I was in a coma,

you never came in to look in
on me before I croaked?

I don't know, Blake.
Maybe that's because

you weren't my patient.
We'll talk when I get back.

How'd you do that?

You okay?

Uh, yeah. Just got held up.

How's our patient doing?

He's hemodynamically stable.
Blood gases are okay.

And we seem to be
controlling the bleeding.

Branch of the superior
mesenteric vein.

We've already tied it off.

Working on the tear in the bowel.

How's the leg?

Uh, tibia's broken in two places.

I'm gonna need plates and screw...

Oh.

Oh, you're right, Charlie.

I think I will stick around for a while.

You sure you're okay?

Never better.

You have a rapidly expanding
acute subdural hematoma.

The right side of your brain
is swelling.

Swelling how?

Like it's gonna bust through my skull?

No, I wouldn't use those words.
The skull is hard.

Therefore, the hematoma
can push the brain

down into the spinal column,
and we don't want that.

When you fell,
you must have hit your head.

- Do you remember that?
- Uh, I don't know.

I-I stepped off the curb
and went down.

I was so focused on the

ba... by.

Okay, okay. Okay, we need to
get you into an operating room

right away. I need to open the skull,

remove the hematoma, and then
release some of the pressure.

- Okay?
- Okay, Dr. Hamza,

I just need a moment with you.

And, Trudy, lay back.
One second.

Okay.

- Hmm?
- She's 23 weeks pregnant.

Anesthetic alone
increases the risk

of spontaneous miscarriages,

not to mention the risks of
infection, seizure, blood clots.

Yes, I know this, but if we don't
get her into surgery right away,

we won't have the privilege
of worrying about the baby.

So, you really
don't remember anything.

All I know is that I woke up
in a heap on the sidewalk

surrounded by monsters.

- I'm sorry. Monsters?
- He's talking about Zombiewalk.

Must have been
a primo buzz kill, huh,

waking up in the middle
of that gore-fest?

Buzz kill? Are you implying
that I'm a drug user?

Is he implying that I'm a drug user?

It's just something we need to ask.

Doesn't have to be illegal drugs.

Sometimes, medication
can act against each other.

Okay, I don't take anything, okay?
I just...

I-I can't even have a cup
of coffee without feeling sick.

Yeah, okay, can you raise
your arms for me?

Thank you.

Sekara, we got a problem.

I can't find the source of the bleed.

So, is that fake blood
from the Zombiewalk?

No, no, no.
It's definitely real.

The question is,
if it's not his, whose is it?

- Dr. Hamza?
- Go.

We have an issue with the bone bank.

Apparently, we're still waiting
for it to be up and running.

The skull flap could be unusable
if we can't freeze it.

Where's the closest alternative?

Victoria Mercy. It's too far away.

The bone flap won't make it.

Are you familiar with the work
of Dr. Hillinger?

He believed storing bone flaps

in the subcutaneous fat of the abdomen

is an effective way
to keep them nourished.

You're proposing we put
Trudy's skull into her abdomen?

- It's actually quite common.
- Have you ever seen it done

on a patient
who was 23 weeks pregnant?

We have a small window
to save this patient's life.

If you have a time-efficient alternative

to store this bone flap and
preserve it, then I'm all ears.

Okay, Mr. Dolson, I have veal
sandwich from Papa Alfredo's

I've been wanting to eat all morning.

So let's make this quick, shall we?

I told you I don't remember.

That might work
with Cagney and Lacey here,

but I've been around the block
a few times,

and I'm not buying it.

Neither are the cops when I call them.

- Whoa, okay.
- Which I'm gonna do now.

Okay, w... wait.

- I'm dialing.
- Give me a second

to get my bearings, okay?

Don't you think I want to know
what happened

- just as much as you do?
- I don't know. Do you?

Zach, may I speak with you
for a second?

Kind of in the middle of losing
game of Clue here, Lin.

I think I might be able
to help with that.

Look what you did to me, freak.

Whoa, wait. You two know each other?

Apparently, they're roommates.

Yeah, he's the one that did this.

- What?!
- Get ready to die, bro.

- Whoa.
- Okay, calm down, Niles.

- No, no, no, no.
- Niles, is that your name? Niles?

Niles, listen, I'm just gonna
give you a little...

- Boop.
- Ohh!

Aah! Ohh!

- Boop?
- Just a little.

Oh.

Cassie, can you retract
the spleen, please?

No problem. I've got it.

Roxy: Looks like we have a ghost.

Can we get more sterilized tools now?

You know what? I'm-I'm sorry.

Dr. Harris, I w...
I wasn't gonna say anything,

- but I have to speak up.
- Go ahead, Cassie.

We've got to get
the HVAC fixed in here.

It's wreaking havoc. And I know
that you're Chief of Surgery,

and I don't mean
to be bossy, but...

No, it's... that's a good idea.

Hmm.

HVAC aside, is there anything
that I... we need

to be concerned about,
as pertains to the patient?

Um... can't be 100% sure.

Uh, can't exactly talk to the patient.

Right.

How's the patient now, Roxy?

Roxy: Looks good from where I sit.

Looks good from where I sit, too, Doc.

- Spoke too soon.
- Damn it.

The diaphragm has ruptured.
I can't ventilate him.

- He's suffocating.
- We've got to fix this tear.

I need sutures, and we're gonna
need a chest tube.

How's that leg going, Charlie?

Uh...

I'm done.

Somebody close for me.
Stepping out.

Sorry, I don't know how I missed
the diaphragm tear on the C.T.

He had massive injuries
in his belly. It happens.

It's no excuse.

He's coming back up.

Right.

Cassie, shake it off.

We got the stomach down.
Let's anchor it.

2-0 silk, suture.

Ugh, this guy had a full lunch.

Someone get Dr. Williams a gastro tube.

Knife.

There you have it.

Okay, securing gastrostomy tube.

Almost done.

That's it. Looks like
we're out of the woods.

Good job, Cassie.

Thanks for not reaming me out.

Hey, we get to tell a father

that his one remaining son
is still alive.

That is all that matters to me
right now.

Is he in there, my boy, Ezra?

You must be Mr. Town.
I am Dr. Reid. Let's...

Let's find you somewhere private
that we can talk, okay?

Just answer the damn question.
Is he in there?

Yes. Yes, he is, okay?

Now, your son was pretty
banged up from the accident,

but the surgery's gone well,

and we are expecting a full recovery.

And what about, uh, Kieran

and-and, uh... and Isaac?

I am so sorry.

Sir, somebody was supposed
to have-have told you.

What? That they're dead?

Yes, they told me.

But that-that...
that doesn't matter.

I-I need to see them.

I need to s-see them now.

Have you been drinking?

What-What does that
got to do with anything?

Okay. Let's-Let's just
get you a cup of coffee, okay?

Let's just start there.

Come on. Let's go.

This doesn't make any sense.

I wouldn't just attack you
for no reason.

Oh, yeah, unless you were pissed
about how I left the kitchen.

- I leave crumbs, right, bro?
- Yeah.

He works nights,
I work days.

I come home for lunch every day
for a protein shake.

50% whey,
little bit of soy milk,

glutamine for the boys.

I'm starting to get
why you punched him.

But this morning, I come home,
Bart's sleeping on the couch.

He gets up, freaks out,
and punches me in the face.

Completely unprovoked.

- Bart, how much do you weigh?
- 130 pounds.

And, Niles?

260. But that's lean muscle.

I'm like 10% body fat.

I know, I know, I could be better,

but, uh, I got a sweet tooth.

Excuse us.

What do you think?

He's lying. Nobody's 10% body fat.

Maggie, it doesn't matter what I think,

because no matter how you cut
it, it's a domestic dispute.

But why would tiny Bart
attack giant Niles?

It makes no sense.

Maybe Bart doesn't like
Niles' tiny hobbit bed.

I don't care. It's not
my problem to figure out.

- I'm calling.
- Okay.

Lin, I'm sorry about what I said
about the hobbit bed.

I didn't mean that you and Katz
are like those two goons.

No, we're not. And we won't be,

- 'cause we don't live together.
- Yes, you do.

- No, we don't.
- Yes...

Hi. I would like to report an incident.

Hope Zion.

Mr. Town?

Can't Irish this up, huh?

No. And even if I could...

Listen, there's a chapel.

There's somebody you could talk to.

I could arrange it if you'd like.

Done enough talking in church
basements about problems.

Listen, why don't we have a seat,

and you can have a drink of that?

Bet now you know why
they were driving so fast, huh?

Get away from me.

I'm sorry.

We don't have to talk about this
right now if you don't want to.

You know, Ezra was, uh...

the only one left,

after the other two, uh,

flew the coop.

And then they just...

they just had to
stick their noses in,

try to take him from me.

And so you fought,
and they left.

Mm-hmm.

- Need to see my boys.
- Um, okay. Uh, you know what?

I know that you do, but you need
to calm down right now.

You're too upset.

You don't know a damn thing about me.

Okay, I'm sorry. You're right, I don't.

But I-I do know something
about drinking.

I have been around it my whole life.

And whatever you're feeling right now,

if you don't deal with this,
it's gonna be nothing

compared to how awful you feel

when you sober up tomorrow
and realize that they're gone.

Mr. Town, this is one of the last times

that you get to see the boys.

Don't you want to remember it?

That kid could've died
back there. You get that?

Oh.

It was a joke.

How was I supposed to know he
was going to fish out like that?

You sat on his chest.

Hey, news flash, old man.

- I'm a ghost.
- No.

See, right before
I walked in that O.R.,

you grabbed my arm.

- How'd you do that?
- Well, guess it looks like

you don't know as much
as you think you do.

Well, you seem to be the expert,
so why don't you tell me?

Blake!

- Pshew.
- Okay, okay.

Enough, okay?

You want to leave, all right?

- Let's do that.
- Let's, uh... Let's get you gone.

What, now?

No way. I'm just starting to
figure out how to have fun here.

Wow.

Kind of makes you think, doesn't it?

One day, we just run out of ink,

and someone throws us in a drawer.

You are not staying here.
I won't let you.

Maybe I'm supposed to stay here.

Yeah, and do what, huh?
Move stuff around?

You gonna scare people?

- You're scared?
- Oh, no.

I'm not scared.

Bye, Charlie.

Blake.

Blake?

Who's Blake?

Hey, sorry. I just got your text.

I was in surgery.

I'm happy to help wherever I can.

Great. Can you grab,
uh, sutures and gauze,

and we'll, um, finish this?

Yeah.

Charlie, who's Blake?
What does he want?

I don't know. I don't know.

All right. Um...

Well,

Ezra's father would like
to look at his other sons,

so I have to make them
as presentable as possible.

Do you need my help?

No.

Hey, where's security?
I thought you called them.

I did, but, you know, who falls asleep

while waiting for the cops
to arrest them?

We need to rule out concussion.

Duh. I was just about to do that

before you so rudely interrupted me.

Uh, maybe wait for the cops.

You do remember he came in here
covered in someone else's blood.

Yo.

Bartholomew. Wakey-wakey, friend.

Whoa.

Everybody down!
This place is gonna blow!

- Somebody quick.
- Call security.

- I thought you called security.
- Call them again!

I need somebody to knock this guy out.

I don't think we need to do that, Billy.

He's already asleep.

Dev! How we doing on the help?

- RBD...
- R.E.M. sleep behavior disorder.

Which means Bart
may not have been lying

about not remembering anything.

Right.

Scott, we're gonna be there.
Just give us a second.

Yeah, no problem.

Jackson's still looking for security.

And you still haven't woken him up?

No, it could spook him
and make him more violent.

We're gonna tranq him first. Clonazepam,

44 megs right in the butt.
Be strong.

- Wait, what? Me?
- I found him!

- Somebody call the police!
- Wait, why am I doing it?

- Good luck.
- Listen, Sekara, I didn't want

to have to tell you this,
but evaluations are upcoming,

and your paperwork
is iffy at best.

Or at least it will be
when I'm done with it.

Bart: He's got the whole place rigged!

Just give me the syringe.

Stay back!

Ohh!

Bad news is I couldn't find security.

Good news... found this in their locker.

- Yeah, or we could just do that.
- Yeah.

Jackson! There you are.

Here's that file
on Blake Mitchell you asked for.

You know he's deceased, right?

Yeah, I know that, but, um,

some patients are harder
to shake than others.

Mm.

Is that a stun gun?

Yeah, today's weird.

You okay?

Huh? Oh, yeah.

Just a little tired.

Maybe we should take a break.

I'm fine.

Can I have, uh...
Can I have some gauze, please?

I can finish them on my own.

Can we just get through this, please?

You're crying.

No, Dr. Williams,

I am not crying.

I'm not.

Okay, so what if I am?

Aren't I allowed to?

They're dead. She's dead.
Everybody's dead.

You know what? Don't bother. I know...

I know how ridiculous I sound right now.

Why don't we... sit?

Let's sit.

Why? So you can give me
some kind of pep talk,

some long-winded advice

about how I'm not processing
my mother's death?

That's what everybody thinks, right?

No.

We're... just sitting.

Okay, yeah, let's-let's...
let's do that.

We're doing it.

I'm getting ready to place
the calvarial bone flap

inside the abdominal pocket.

Uh, just give me a second

to find out what the hell is going on.

Get me 75 mics of ritodrine.
It's the baby.

Trudy's having contractions.

- She's in labor?
- I'm trying to stop it.

I don't know about you,
but I'm not really in the mood

to do an emergency
C-section here.

- Talk to me, Dr. Katz.
- Give me another 50 mics.

We've only cut
into the subcutaneous fat,

and her levels
have been fine.

Like I said,
nothing about babies is easy.

No. Are we hitting her again, or...

Yes, hit her again, another 25 mics.

Come on, Trudy.

You fought so hard. Don't give up now.

- Okay, it's not working.
- Just give it a second.

She can't handle more. Wait.

Oh, come on.

Come on, Trudy.

Okay, hold up. She's coming down.

The contractions are spacing out.

The only other thing
I know about babies...

They are always miracles.

What do I do?

Tell them how you feel.

You boys look like crap,
you know that?

But you got nothing
on the old man.

I am the king of the crap house.

I messed up.

I didn't mean to,

but I did.

Ezzie was right to call you.

It should be me lying here, not you.

You're my good boys.

I should have been better for you.

I-I should have been.

And-And I'm sorry.

I'm-I'm sorry.

Blake: Still stalking me, Charlie?

Well, to be honest, you're not a
difficult spirit to track down.

Just need to follow the path
of chaos and confusion.

Oh, I'm having fun.

Yeah?

- What's that?
- That's a hospital file.

Yours.

Do you want to, uh, have a little read?

No, just give me the CliffNotes.

Mm.

Well, let's see. The, uh, first entry

is from when you were 5.

Little boy who fell down a lot...

Least that's what your folks said.

Yeah, I was a... I was a stinker.

Mm-hmm.

Hairline fracture
from falling out of a tree.

Broken arm from basketball.

Broken nose from chasing a...

Cat down the stairs.

I tripped.

Cat had a mean left hook.

Don't... Don't sweat it.

I'm in a good place now.

Yeah, what about the little kid
who went through all that?

How does he feel?

That's kid's dead, Charlie.

Yeah? Then how come
I can still see him?

What are you gonna do, Blake?

Are you gonna torment the living

till they feel as bad as you do?

I don't know. Worth a try.

I know what your parents did to you.

Stop it.

- Why are you protecting them?
- Just stop it.

Charlie... Because I was bad.

They tried to fix me, but they couldn't.

You're not bad, buddy.

There's no such thing.

Then why did they do it?

Because they were hurting,

and they were in pain,

and no one helped them.

And I'm not gonna let
the same thing happen to you.

It's time you stopped paying
for their mistakes, okay?

I just don't want to hurt anymore.

I know.

You won't.

Uh...

But I need you to do something for me.

Can you be brave?

Am I dying?

No.

You're free.

Bart: Somebody said
I roughed up a Dr. Scott?

How is he?

He's still a pain in the ass,
but that's not your fault.

Bart, we figured out
what's wrong with you.

You have R.E.M. sleep
behavior disorder.

Do you know what that is?

Is it like sleep terrors?

My mom said I had that
when I was a kid.

Sometimes it's confused
with sleep terrors,

but the disorder
means that the paralysis

that normally occurs
during R.E.M. sleep is absent.

So the sufferer
"acts out" their dreams.

It can be triggered by stress
or sleep deprivation.

You been burning the candle
at both ends?

I started picking up
some extra shifts

after my last roommate bailed.

I guess I haven't
got caught up on sleep.

Well, good news is
you can relax now.

We're gonna keep you overnight,
run a couple tests,

just make sure this isn't
related to something bigger.

Oh. Great. So the weird
sleepwalking disease

might be the least of
my problems. That's perfect.

Is there anyone we can call for you?

Actually, I was thinking I'd stay,

you know, see how he makes out.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Uh, you obviously haven't looked
for an apartment in this city.

Well, the dueling roomies
have made up,

and all is right with the world.

Maggs, I'm an idiot.

I agree, but go on.

Look.

You shouldn't move in
with Sydney if you're not ready.

It's just that I was happy
to finally see you happy,

and I didn't want to see you
screw that up.

Can we just go back to the part
where we agree you're an idiot?

You like this girl.
I see it in your face

every time you're with her.
So what gives?

Every time that Syd and I get close,

something goes down, and she leaves.

I just don't want that to happen again.

So, you think that keeping her
at arm's length

is the surefire way to stay together.

You think I'm being ridiculous.

No. No, no, not at all.

I think you're in love.

How are you feeling, Trudy?

Oh, you know, totally freaked out.

How long is it gonna be like this?

Just a few more weeks.

And what about the baby?

How is this gonna affect my pregnancy?

It won't.

You and the baby will be very
closely monitored, I promise.

Oh, the cards were stacked against us,

and yet here we are.

Quod intelligitur esse.

That's Latin for,
"It is meant to be."

Hmm. Bashert.

Yiddish. Means the same thing.

Latin, Yiddish... We'll take
all the help we can get.

It's been a long day.

- You just rest, okay?
- Okay.

But first, thought you might
want to hear something.

Dad?

I'll give you a moment.

Thank you.

What happened?

What are all these things?

Where's Kieran and Isaac, Dad?

They're with your mother, Ezzie.

They're gone?

N...

No.

I promise I will do better.

No. No, Dad.

I'm s...

I'm sorry.

Hey.

No, I haven't been, uh, lurking
here all day like a creep.

I-I just got here.

I, uh, thought maybe you'd want
to look over my answers

before I send it in.

And you're still angry.

Okay, I get that.

Um...

Strange tendencies, learning disability,

special needs, social anxiety.

And finally one day, it was Asperger's.

That was my list.

Uh, Shahir, this, um...

This isn't about that.

When I look at this piece of paper

and a list like that,

you know, if my parents
were given a choice,

I wonder if they would've chosen me.

I wouldn't have made
anyone's list, Jonathan.

Well, then how come you're on mine?

Hmm?

- You don't have a list.
- I do, and you're on it.

But you're right, you know?

We start making labels and lists

and, uh, must-haves, and...

we'll miss out on someone truly special.

Then why are we doing it,

hmm?

Because if we don't, then we're
gonna miss out altogether.

You do want a child, right?

A baby?

And nothing with babies comes easy.

That's right.

- Okay.
- Let's do this, then.

What do you say

to dual pillow-top comfort
with memory foam,

complete with box frame
and under-bed storage?

And here I was expecting
some weird medical scan.

Au contraire. Though, I did do
a scan of your apartment,

and my professional opinion
is you need a bigger bed.

- Hmm.
- We need one.

- I need one.
- You trying to move in with me?

I'm serious about us. Sue me.

Wait till you see the, uh,
goose-down pillows I found.

We put a skull in a pregnant
woman's abdominal wall today.

Cool.

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

It was terrifying

and... awe-inspiring.

It's why I became a doctor.

You know?

That feeling, it's like...a drug.

I knew from the moment I started

that I wanted to work
at the very best hospitals,

and I won't give that up.

Not for anyone.

Is someone asking you to?

I got a job offer.

At Torbin General.

Torbin General in London?

Oh, I knew it.

You keep doing this to me.

As soon as I let you in,
as soon as I commit to us...

Come with me.

What?

There are geese
in England.

Sorry?

For the pillows.

I'm serious. Come with me.

I can't go without you, Maggie.
I can't. I...

I'll come.

- You will?
- Yeah.

Okay.

Mm, but, seriously,
we need a bigger bed.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Sorry, I didn't realize
you were coming over.

I already put Luke down.

Oh, that's okay. I gave him
a few extra hugs this morning.

Should tide me over.

Brought you, uh, dim sum

from that place you like
with the flowers on the tables.

Bringing out the big guns?

Ohh, yeah.

Listen. Um...

Blake was, uh...

was this poor messed-up kid

with, um, very cruel parents.

And they broke his heart.

He's gone now.

This one really rattled you.

Yeah, yeah. He, uh...

He could touch things,
move them around.

Don't know how he did that.

Okay, Charlie, you know
the dream that I had earlier?

Something... a spirit
or a ghost or whatever...

It took one of our kids.

I-I know it sounds crazy.

But with everything that's going
on, I just...

Alex, I took care of it, okay?
It's not gonna happen again.

You-You can't say that.

You-You don't know.
This thing is-is changing.

What if something
really bad happens?

Nothing bad is gonna happen, okay?

I swear to you.

I'll prove it to you if I have to.

No matter what happens,

okay?

Okay.

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