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Previously on Wild Cards...

Vivienne?

Where have you been
for the past 15 years?

On the run from Gedeon 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 were going to steal us
a diamond.

I’ve been here all day.

- Please calm down.
- I’m in pain.

I need to see a doctor.
Why is it taking so long?!

Sir, I need you
to calm down

or I am going to have
to call security.

How are things looking?

Labs for the wife in exam five.

Yeah. That’s definitely
gonna ruin someone’s day.

Yup

Twenty says the intern
faints before lunch.

Uh, Dr. Schaffer,

the recommendation letters
are due at 5:00--

Yeah, yours are done.

But what does that mean?

It means I wouldn’t
get your hopes up.

Hey, we need to 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 are coming up.

- What gives?
- Let’s talk in private.

This is gonna have to wait.

Dr. Miller to pediatrics,

Dr. Miller to pediatrics.

That’s total crap.

You did the test wrong.
Do it again!

Dr. Schaffer,
emergency trauma incoming.

What do we got?

40-year-old female, Kara Blake,
T-boned by a pickup.

Kara Blake, can you hear me?

- Number 3, number 3.
- She can’t seem to get a line.

On my count.

Three, two, one, lift.

BP is dropping.

I thought your shift is over.

You need an anesthesiologist

and Dr. Miller
is stuck in the O.R.

Intern! Stop taking notes.

Prep for intubation.

I need to see a doctor.

Why is it taking so long?

How much longer is
this gonna 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 friggin’ arm!

Lock him in the patient room!

Trauma 1 just arrested.

She might be hyperkalemic.
Push epi four.

Start compressions and follow
with the calcium gluconate.

Okay. She’s back.

Okay, we got a pulse.

She’s back.

Kara Blake,
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.

Uh oh.

Third-person Ricky isn’t good.

Oh. Hold on.

- Hey, 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?

On my way to work.

Oh, good.
Well, I will drop these

beignets by your place, then.

Oh, no, you don’t
have to do that.

I’m- I’m off sugar for the week.

Oh, please.

You’re probably eating
a donut right now.

Mom, hold on. Okay?

Dad. Sorry.

Oh, 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,
not at the Ritz.

Damn it.

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, but she’s your wife.

So 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 going to lose it.

Learn to drive!

Ricky does not need your
negative energy right now.

Okay, well, third person
Ricky can kiss my a--

Hey. Good morning.

Is everything okay?

Max is fine!

It’s just been
a stressful morning.

What happened?

Things at home are a little
hectic now that my dad’s out.

And Ricky’s, well, being Ricky.

Just 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.

Good morning, Olive.

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.

With that many stab
wounds, this was personal.

Emotional.

Whoever went 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.

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 shift?

For peace and quiet.

A lot of our staff use that room
to get a real break.

That’s why we put the cot in.

Were you close with
Dr. Schaffer?

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

What do you mean?

Dr. Schaffer ran the ER
like a battlefield.

Fast. Efficient.
No margin for error.

If 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.

It helps with my stress.

Maybe I need one of those.

Can you think of anyone

who might have wanted
to harm Dr. Schaffer?

There was one
thing this morning.

Dr. Schaffer 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,
but when I checked on him later

the door was unlocked.

I assumed Dr. Schaffer must
have let him out

so I went back to work.

Do you think he was violent
enough to kill Dr. Schaffer?

That’s why we locked him up.

All right.

We’re gonna need you to take
a look at the CCTV footage.

Code silver,
second floor, East wing.

All officers to med storage two.

We’ve got a hostage situation.

... east wing.
All officers...

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 gonna need you
to let her go first.

People have 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, uh, is Max here today?

Uh, she’s out
fighting crime as usual,

helping to keep me
on the straight and narrow.

Oh, I know you’re joking,
but the support of family

really is so important to
any newly released parolee.

Gentlemen, I present

my Java the Nut Blend.

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

- Thanks, Ricky.
- Mhm.

Oh, it smells delicious.

Mm.

I’ll leave you two to talk.

Thanks.

Mhm.

Want to sit down?

So, George, tell me,
how’s the job going?

The job?

Foam Baby, Foam?

Oh, that.

Yes. Uh, 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 counselling
program for inmates.

Now, I know
it doesn’t pay, but--

It’s wonderful!

George, I’m proud of you.

Well, I just figured it was
time to start giving back.

When can I get some meds?

They’re on the way.

- What is that?
- Stress ball.

Did Nurse Gail 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. Schaffer?

What?

No, I-
I didn’t kill anyone.

If I did, I’d be pretty stupid
to stick around 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 spend so much time
dreaming about getting out,

getting back to your old life.

But by the time you’re released,
your old life is 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.

Oh, I’m glad to hear it.

Can you stay for breakfast?

Ah, I’m afraid not.
Mm. 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 connecting.

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 them in here.

- Mm. Smart.
- Mhm.

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
is still out there.

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

Ugh. My old trainer
always used to say that.

Man, I hated that guy.

Dr. Schaffer wasn’t
here to make friends.

He was here to save lives.

When was the last time
you saw him?

Uh, I was just clocking off

when an emergency
trauma patient came in.

The anesthesiologist
who was supposed to relieve me

was stuck in the O.R.,
so I stepped in to lend a hand.

Okay. And then you
went home afterwards?

Uh, for just under
an hour of sleep.

I’m on call, so here I am again.

Is 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 O.R. 2.

I’m sorry.
I have to get to surgery.

Of course.

Well, it looks like people had
a real love-hate relationship

with Dr. Schaffer.

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

And why kill him today?

I think we need to reconstruct
Dr. Schaffer’s final hours.

Let’s start with
his last patient.

Kara Blake.

This is my wife.
I’m Shonna Blake.

I’m Detective Ellis, 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. Schaffer?

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. Schaffer.

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
overidentification.

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. Uh, they make
the interns

write up all
the patient reports, so.

When was the last time
you saw Dr. Schaffer?

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. Schaffer 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 to you without him.

The extraction was flawless.

The extraction?

Uh, I was...

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.

Detectives?

We found something on the CCTV
you need to see.

Okay.

Okay. I’ll be back to hear
the rest.

No, she won’t.

Oh. They don’t look happy,
especially the husband.

She’s practically
running to catch up.

They were upset about
the test results

Dr. Schaffer gave them.

Look at the time stamp.

An hour before
Dr. Schaffer was murdered.

After the couple left, they
hit the staff parking garage.

Look at this.

That’s a knife.

That’s Dr. Schaffer’s
motorcycle.

And he’s right-handed.

So we got an angry patient
who threatened our victim,

and he’s got a knife.

If it walks like a duck
and quacks like a duck.

Okay, Cheese and Quackers,
into the pipe we go.

Yes.

Okay...

Did I come at the wrong time?

Au contraire, Vivienne.

I’m working on getting us
out of the mess

that you dumped
on our happy doorstep.

Ooh.

Ah! Hands off Quackie Chan.

You picked the lock again?

Ah, 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.

Mhm. 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.

Hmm. 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 Harbour
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,
humming La Vie en Rose .

Wow.

That’s an earful.

Have at it.

Do you mind, uh, covering up?

I work better, unencumbered.
I call it my big duck energy.

Mm.

Fine.

We have CCTV footage

of you slashing
Dr. Schaffer’s tires.

He was defending my honor.

Isn’t that right, honeybunch?

That’s right, sugar pie.

Okay, so you slash
the tires for love.

Is that it?

Schaffer 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.

Schaffer made a completely
wrong diagnosis.

Okay, so then you left
the hospital

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. Schaffer?

Because he didn’t
answer your calls?

What? I didn’t call.

We didn’t kill anybody.

You have motive.

And we have footage of you
in the hospital parking garage

around the same time
as Dr. Schaffer’s death.

We 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 tic.

The way she was twisting
her wedding ring.

I bet she was the one
calling the doctor

behind her husband’s back
for the prescription.

Okay, let’s start
with their alibi.

Olive wants to see you
in the morgue.

Okay. You call the bar and
I’ll go talk to Olive. Yeah?

Okay.

The puncture marks
on his clothes

all line up
with the stab wounds.

The blood seeped through his
scrubs and his lab coat

almost everywhere
except for right there,

his breast pocket.

There’s no bloodstains.

Why?

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 propofol,

would that incapacitate him
fast enough that I could

stab him to death
before he attacked me?

Absolutely. It works 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 Schaffer
was murdered

by someone working
in the hospital.

So the bartender confirmed
our Love Island couple

was there all afternoon
getting sloshed.

So not our killers.

Olive says
that Dr. Schaffer was

dosed with propofol
before he was stabbed.

And we know he went
into a private room

with the 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 stress ball?

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. Schaffer’s gone,

Dr. Keaton is the new
Chief of the ER.

Interesting.

What was his relationship like
with Dr. Schaffer?

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,

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 could 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 important to me.

Mhm. 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? Well, that’s crazy.
It must have fallen off.

Cut the performance, Vivienne.
You lied about the ring.

Tell me why you’re really here.

Schaffer was a liar.

I sank 50 grand into a medical
startup that he pitched.

I lost 49.

This morning, I find out that
the bastard didn’t even invest

any of his own money.
He was screwing with me.

The nurse will be by
with your release papers.

Wow, that’s a lot of money.

I know what you’re getting at.

We fought all the time.

The guy was a prick,
but I didn’t kill him.

Well, you’re probably happy

you don’t have to play
second fiddle anymore,

now that you’re ER Chief.

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

I got a better offer
somewhere else.

I’ll be out of here
at the end of the month.

Schaffer 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.

All these doctors
could learn a thing or two

about bedside manner.

Do you remember what you told
me about Schaffer’s labcoat?

How there was no blood
on the breast pocket?

Well, what if there was
something inside the pocket

stopping the blood
from seeping out?

Nothing was found
in his pockets.

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.

Oh, no need for security.

Wait. Okay. You can’t
do that.

She cannot do that.

It’s never 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 burnout.

I just want more time
with my husband and my kids.

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

No!

I swear.

I mean, I wouldn’t blame you.

Dr. Schaffer 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. Schaffer.

Yeah, I thought that he was
going to give me

a bad performance review.

So when I found his body
and I saw the 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 lose her."

"In the first week
we worked together,

"Gail had to re-home
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 her patients.

For the last 10 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 10 years ago.

You know, none of us ever
thought that Schaffer

gave a damn about our lives
outside of work.

It 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 Gedeon Varga’s
crosshairs.

You think I don’t know that?

Just tell me the truth.
Why the ring gag?

Was it some kind of test?

I- 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 own family.

Your family?

You haven’t been around
for the last 15 years.

Hell, you haven’t
even been alive.

Everything I’ve done,

whether you approve
of it or not,

has been for my husband
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 a 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 we keep it 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 MVA incoming,

- trauma bay 2.
- Excuse me.

Yeah. Of course.

Okay, so anyone working that
trauma could have had access

to that propofol and used it
to incapacitate Schaffer.

Hm.

Too bad there aren’t cameras
in the trauma bay area

recording everything
that happens.

Might not have
a camera, but, uh,

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.

Wha- 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 favour.

Let’s just start
from the beginning.

The patient was brought
into trauma care.

Dr. Schaffer prescribed

10 milligrams of ketamine
and intubation.

But Kara wasn’t given ketamine.
She was given propofol.

Are those two drugs
interchangeable?

Well, both ketamine
and propofol

are used
to sedate patients.

However, in a trauma case
like that,

a hypotensive patient
who has lost a lot of blood

has a much higher risk
of flatlining

on propofol.

Which is exactly what happened.

Right.

The truth is, Kara Blake
should never have flatlined.

Who administered the propofol?

It was Dr. Devereaux.

Wouldn’t she have known
the risks?

She would have?

She’s one of the best
anaesthesiologists in this city.

But I’ve been on her 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 happened 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. Schaffer
take her to the side.

She was in tears.

Mm.

And then later she came to me
and she asked me

to change my notes to say
that ketamine was administered.

Not propofol.

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?

Are you saying
that Dr. Devereaux

wanted the patient
to flatline?

That’s- that’s crazy, right?

Why would she 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. Schaffer

and the attempted murder
of Kara Blake.

Turn around.
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,

like she did
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.

Shooter was caught on camera.
It was an open and shut case.

But during the trial,
the defense attorney found

a minor clerical error
made by 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 do 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 types of injuries

to be given a sedative.

So, when Dr. Schaffer
ordered ketamine,

she used propofol instead,

knowing that it would
cause Kara to flatline.

She tried a sleight of hand,
grabbing one vial over another,

not realizing
the intern had seen it.

Or that Dr. Schaffer
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.

And once he made
that connection,

he knew that Dr. Devereaux

had administered
the wrong drugs on purpose.

He told her he was going
to file a report

with the Medical Board
and with the police.

And, well,

at that point,
she knew her life was over.

So she incapacitated
Dr. Schaffer

with that same drug
so she could kill him.

Yeah, and the multiple
stab wounds

just to throw
suspicion elsewhere.

Let me the hell out of
here, you son of a bitch!

An out-of-control patient

who had threatened
Dr. Schaffer

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.

Ah. 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.

Mmm.

Pork bun?

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 gonna get,

but I can’t stop trying.

You know, maybe I should
get some for Jess.

She’s been working all day.
I don’t even know if she ate.

You should do that.

Turn the car around.

Yeah, okay.

So.

how are things uh,
going between you two?

They’re, uh, they’re good. Yeah.

Um...

We should all go out sometime.

I’d love 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.

Vivienne,

I want a fairy tale 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.

Ah.

I should get going.

Uh, one last thing,
by the way.

How did you know
about the ring?

Uh, it’s the kind of thing
Max would do.

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

If we’re gonna survive this,
you need to bring your A-game.

Oh, sorry.

Um, 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.

Bon soir, and thank you
for the wine.

Damn.

She’s good.

Okay, gentlemen, Quack ’n’ awe
is officially in progress

I assure you Quackie 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 favour.

You are beautiful.