All language subtitles for Chicago Med S05E16 Who Should Be the Judge

- I will turn myself in.

- Looking for Dr. Asher.
- She hasn't come in yet.

- My phone crashed on me,
and I had to get it fixed,

and I caught a flat--

- You expect me
to believe that?

- You didn't seem to have
a problem last night.

- Your patient and her baby
almost died today

while you were off somewhere
getting high.

- You think whatever
you want to.

- What do you need?
- A favor.

- It was a mistake thinking
you'd turn yourself in.

- Hey, how's
your hormone therapy going?

- Feels like my skin
is crawling with ants.

How lucky am I
to have found you?

You give me hope, Ben.

- All right, Maggie,
the radiologist should read

your scans sometime today,
so that just leaves your labs.

Come back at 6:00 p.m.
for your blood draw.

- Okay, yeah, thanks.
Oh, Dr. Singh?

The results.
How soon?

- I'll ask the lab
to put a rush on it.

- The wait is hell, I know.
- Yeah.

- But I got a good feeling.
- Yeah.

I'm not worried.

- Hey.

- I gotta get to work.
See you at 6:00.

- Okay.

- Wait.

Your bowling semifinals
are tonight.

You should go.
I can handle this alone.

- Nah, I'm gonna skip.
I wanna be there.

- You kidding?

Your team needs you.
Go.

- Baby, don't sweat it.
They'll call in an alternate--

- I said I'll be fine, okay?
Ju--

- What's up?

Why are you boxing me out
all of a sudden?

- I'm not boxing you out.
- You are.

- Just...

Just don't miss
your game, okay?

I'll be there as soon as I can
after my appointment.

I gotta get back to the ED.

- Word is, Doc Crock's fooling
around with Lena Maynor,

CT Tech.

- Funny, I heard
he was hooking up

with Camille in the pharmacy.

- What?
- Hmm.

- Don't you all have
anything better to do?

- Morning, Sexton.

Mags, I think I left my badge
in the car.

Be right back.

- All right, make it snappy.

You okay?
- Yeah.

What do I care who he sees?

- Don't forget, appointment
with Dr. Patchefsky tonight.

See how many eggs fertilized.

- You mean if any eggs
fertilized.

- After, I was thinking
we can grab dinner at Galit.

Celebrate.
- The eternal optimist.

All right, I'm in.

- Dr. Manning.

You'd probably call this
ill fortune.

- But I'd call it fate.

- Your shift started
an hour ago.

What, did you have
one too many bourbons

last night?

Didn't know you were punching
my time card,

but no, actually.
Not this time.

Left my badge in the car...
again.

Should probably superglue it
to my forehead.

- Stapler would work, too.

- Help!

Help, please!

- Oh, what's going on?
- My wife.

She's in labor.
She's bleeding real bad.

- Okay.

- Were you in an accident?
- Yeah. Yeah.

- Did she have problems with
her pregnancy before today?

- Um, not sure.

Give me your phones,
and get in.

- What?

- Hey, you don't need
to do this.

- Give me your damn phone.

- Okay, listen, I--

I'm the surgeon, okay?
I can help him.

You let her go, okay?
- I said, get in!

- Okay. Okay, okay.
- Listen.

- Now!

- Hey, easy.
Easy.

- That's a nasty laceration.
Wanna tell me what happened?

- Watch it,
you're gonna kill him!

- He nicked his femoral vein.

Belt's not gonna stop
the bleeding.

- Hand me that paintbrush.

- Okay.

- All right, I need you
to lift your leg.

Right there in the middle,
all right?

That's too tight, dammit!

- Any looser,
and you'll bleed out

in minutes.

- Look,
if he doesn't get surgery,

he's gonna lose his leg.
We need to get him

to the hospital now--
- No hospital!

Figure something out!
- What--

Maybe you take us
to get supplies, okay?

There--there's a pharmacy
right down the road.

- The security's too tight
there.

Is there still that gas station
up on Cermak, Jimmy?

- Ye-yeah.
- Go.

- Easy, man.

All right.
All right.

- Will Halstead, here to see
Dr. Hannah Asher.

- Uh, let's see.
Asher.

Looks like she was admitted
yesterday morning.

- Yeah.
- We typically don't recommend

visitors
for the first 48 hours.

- Yeah, she's, uh,
expecting me,

so I don't wanna leave
her hanging.

- Room 2268.
Make it brief.

- Thank you.

- Hey.
Excuse me.

What dose of methadone
is Dr. Asher on?

She's sick as a dog.
She's being tapered

way too fast.

This facility doesn't permit
the use of opioid agonists

like methadone
for medical staff.

Most peer-run centers don't.

- Wait, wait,
so you're telling me

she's gotta go cold turkey?

No methadone because
she's a doctor?

- It's the protocol.

- Dr. Choi, treatment three.

- Oh, no, Jasmine.
- You know her?

- She's been in and out
of the ED

for end-stage liver disease.

Hey.
- April.

- Oh, that's her friend Lauren.
Hey, Lauren.

- April.
Oh, my God.

- Hey, boys.

- Mama's not feeling so well.

- I am so sorry to hear that.
What's going on?

- Jasmine was making
the boys breakfast,

and she just started
throwing up,

and then she passed out.
- Okay.

- Is she gonna be okay?
- We're gonna take

good care of her, okay?

I promise.
Come on.

I want you to take them
to the day care center, okay?

- Okay.
- I'll keep you posted.

- Okay, thanks.
- Right there.

- Hey, Jasmine.
- April.

April, where are my babies?
- Don't worry.

Just took them to the
day care center, don't worry.

- Easy, easy.

- Just lie back.
- Okay.

- No nodes,
but eyes are icteric.

Jasmine, I'm gonna push
on your belly, okay?

- Okay, okay.

- Severe ascites.

Let's get a CBC,
CMP, UA, and chest X-ray.

- Jasmine--says here you're
scheduled

for a living donor transplant
next week,

but I'm thinking
they may move it up to today.

- They found you a donor?
That's great!

- Last time you were here,

you were still waiting
on the list.

- I found my own, actually:
my biological mom, Annette.

- I didn't know
you were adopted.

- Petitioned the courts
to disclose her information.

Thank God she was
willing to donate.

She's my last shot.

- That's some good luck.
- Yeah.

- More like a miracle.

- All right, I see
Annette's info here.

Is it okay if I contact her?

- Uh-huh.
Please do.

Thank you.

- Okay.

- Baghdad.

Has anyone seen Dr. Marcel?
He left for his car ages ago.

I paged him twice.

- You know, because
methadone and suboxone

are technically opiates,
the concern is,

they're gonna cause impairment
on the job.

- Well, but doctors can take

depression meds
and sleeping pills,

and--and residents can work
30-hour shifts?

Where's the concern there?
- I hear you.

I mean, you know,
it's complicated.

- You know, it's inhumane.
They're punishing addicts

because of the stigma.
- Look, Will.

It must have been
an agonizing decision.

You know, turning in Hannah.
I can only imagine.

But for what it's worth,
I mean,

I think you did
the right thing.

- Yeah.
- Will.

Patient in four.

College kid
passed out on campus,

suffering from dizziness
and a headache.

Dr. Charles, turns out
she's an old patient of yours.

Krista Butler.
- Oh, Krista.

It's, uh,
early-onset schizophrenia,

presented when she was
about 15.

- All right, good to know.

- Krista.
- Dr. Charles.

- How you doing?
- They didn't--

they didn't call my mom,
did they?

'Cause I'm 18 now.

- She has not been contacted.

Everything, uh,
okay with you two?

Since I started college,

she's just--she's gone all
psycho helicopter mom on me.

I just...

I've had to stay
at my boyfriend's place

the past couple nights
just to catch a break.

- Hmm.
Mothers and daughters.

Krista, this is Dr. Halstead.
I have brought him up to date

on your history.
- Okay.

- Hi, there.
So other than the dizziness

and headache, any, uh--
anything else bothering you?

- Stomach doesn't feel
so great.

- Heart rate's a bit elevated.
Thinking you're dehydrated.

Any chance you had
a few drinks last night?

- Maybe a couple,
but nothing crazy.

- All right.
- Look, you're in college,

you wanna try new things,
I completely get it.

But you know you have to be
really careful mixing alcohol

and antipsychotics, right?
What are you taking right now?

- Nothing. I--

I'm not taking risperidone
anymore.

I haven't taken it
for months, actually.

- Krista, really important
you remain compliant

with your meds--
- It makes me feel numb.

Less creative.

- What, so you're
just symptom free?

- Yeah, totally.
Never felt better.

- Okay, I wanna talk
about this more a little later,

but in the meantime, let's--
let's get you feeling better.

- Yeah, CBC, BMP, hang
a normal liter of saline,

and 2 milligrams
of metoclopramide

for the nausea.

Krista, I'll be back
to check on you soon.

- So, just out of curiosity,
When's the last time you

checked in with your mom?

Fine, you can call her.
- Okay.

I'll be back in a bit.
- Okay.

- All right, make sure
you keep his leg elevated

until I get back.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

She comes with me.
You stay here.

- Listen, I'm the surgeon.
I know what to get.

- Cuff him.
Catch.

Do it!

- Okay.
- Let's go!

- I'm sorry.

- No, no. Hands above his head.
That bar.

Okay.

- All right.
- It's on.

- All right, all right.
Cover your hands.

Come on.

Move.

- That your boy on your arm?
- Look.

Just--you just keep qui--
- How old is he?

- Come on, hurry up.

Get back!

Get in there!
Come on!

- Move!

What the hell did you do?

- Nothing!
He just passed out.

- What the hell are you doing?

- See?
He's alive, okay?

Bro?

- His calf is rock solid.
We need to move.

- I need my hands to work, man.

- Okay, come on.
Pull around the corner.

- Okay.

- Hey, Ms. Hill.
I'm Dr. Choi.

- How's my daughter?
Is she doing okay?

I told Jasmine
that I would watch the boys

so she could rest up
till the transplant,

but that girl--

she thinks she's Superwoman,
I swear.

So they're getting her ready
for surgery?

- Yeah, the transplant team
is just running some tests

to ensure everything
goes smoothly.

- Oh, it's gonna go smoothly.

I've been praying on it
since I got the call.

- I like your attitude.

And while they finish up
with Jasmine,

I just need to check your BP,
if you don't mind.

- Not at all.
- I, uh--I heard your story.

Pretty incredible being
reunited with your daughter

under the circumstances.
- God works in mysterious ways,

and I've learned
not to question him.

Your hard work paid off.
BP's improved.

- Amen.

- Ms. Hill, um, your chart
says you had an episode

of malignant hyperthermia?

- When I got foot surgery
a few years back.

That drug...

I forget the name.
- Succinylcholine.

- I had a real bad reaction
to it.

But they said I could
still donate to Jasmine.

I just have to use
a different anesthesia, right?

- Uh, that's correct.
Just double checking.

Excuse me.

- I have been calling
and texting you nonstop.

You're supposed to come home
every night, no exceptions.

- Mom, chill.
I was busy studying.

- I was about to call
the police.

- You see what I'm
talking about?

- How about we, uh--
we let Krista rest a bit?

- I'm gonna go get you
some food.

- Okay.
- I bet you've been living

on vending machine crap.
I will be right back.

- You know me so well.

- Joanne.
Look, I don't wanna overstep,

but, you know, sometimes when
we loosen the reins a bit--

- Loosen the reins?

Like what?
Let her drink?

- Krista's no longer a minor.
I'm not at liberty to--

- Don't give me that.
She is a week over 18.

- Dr. Charles,
some help in here?

- Honey?
Oh, my God.

- Two of Ativan.

- What--what's wrong with her?
- Having a seizure.

She ever had one before?
- No, never.

- Let's give me a BMP, a CBC,
head CT, EKG,

and a, uh--a urine tox.
- Copy that.

- Also, an EEG.
- Mm-hmm.

- Shh.

- But you don't think Annette
is Jasmine's biological mother?

- Malignant hyperthermia
is a genetic disorder.

If Annette can't tolerate
succinylcholine,

Jasmine shouldn't
be able to, either.

But I checked Jasmine's chart.

They used it
in her previous surgeries.

- But, look,
the transplant team

didn't flag it.

Are we really gonna jeopardize
Jasmine's life

over a possibility?

- If it were me on that gurney,
I'd at least wanna know.

- Hey, look, Ethan.
Wait.

If Annette changes her mind,
that is it for Jasmine.

She doesn't have any time left.
Think of her boys.

Please, you don't have
to do this.

- Krista's EEG is normal.
No epileptiform activity.

She didn't have a seizure.
- So we're looking at what?

Dyskinesia?
- Right.

CT was normal as well.

No previous signs of strokes.

- Yeah, it can also be caused
by a drug interaction.

- Urine tox is clean.

It's not dyskinesia.

- Unless...
You gave her metoclopramide

for the nausea, right?
- Yeah.

- How much?
- 2 milligrams.

Why?

- Gonna order couple more labs.

- Hey, Doris.
- Hmm?

- I got a peds patient
in treatment two.

Grab Dr. Lanik for me?

- Peds?
Where's Dr. Manning?

- First Crockett goes AWOL,
and now Nat's late

with no call-in.
- Hmm.

- It's not like her.
- Dr. Manning's car

is in the lot.
I just passed it.

- That's strange.
She's not picking up her phone.

- Can you track her location
on Drop A Pin?

- Yeah.

That's weird.
It says that she's been

just outside of the hospital
for the last hour.

Christy, grab the brick.

This thing says
she should be right here.

I'm gonna call her again.
Come on, Nat.

- It's coming from in here.

- Oh, my God.

- Wait, there's
another phone here.

- Be careful.
There could be prints.

That's Crockett's phone.

- Okay, uncuff him.

- All right, come on.
All right, let's do it.

- Now easy with that trigger.
- Come on, let's do it.

- Sterilize him.

- This is gonna hurt.
- Easy.

Hold on. Okay.

- Just be quick.

- Yeah, yeah.
No, the alley near the back end

of the south parking lot.

- Any luck?

- No, there's--
there's a blind spot.

Thank you.

Two of my doctors are missing,
possibly in grave danger.

What do you have?

- Okay, so the prints were
smeared,

but techs were able

to lift two partials,
and they're a match

for an escaped convict's
brother, Jim Clemons.

- And the blood?
- It's a DNA match

for Tyler Clemons,
convicted murderer.

- So what now?

- So now we don't stop
'til we find them.

I got a BOLO out
and an investigative alert.

I've officers across the city

sitting on
their known associates

and their family members.
So far, no hits.

Meantime, no one else
can know about this.

If the news catches wind
of the kidnapping,

the abductors might try
to cut their losses.

- Understood.
But please keep us posted.

- Will do.

I'm going to run Tyler
and Jim Clemons

through our system,

see if any medical records
come up.

- What do you mean, Krista
didn't have a seizure?

I saw it with my own eyes.
- The involuntary movements

you saw were caused
by something called dyskinesia.

- Is that due
to her schizophrenia?

- No.
Uh...

It can be caused by
an adverse drug interaction.

In this case, between the drug
we gave Krista for her nausea,

metoclopramide, and her
antipsychotic medication,

risperidone.

- But here's--here's the thing.
Krista told us

that she had stopped taking
her risperidone,

and yet the labs showed
low levels of the drug

in her system.

Do you have any idea
why that might be?

- I don't know.
Why does it matter?

I mean, at least she's taking
her medicine again.

I think we can all agree
that's a good thing, right?

- So based on the half-life
of risperidone, we know that

Krista hasn't taken the drug
in roughly 48 hours.

The amount of time she's been
crashing at her boyfriend's,

away from home.
- Joanne, have you been giving

Krista risperidone
without her knowledge?

She had been doing so well.

I just...

When she told me
she was stopping,

I had to do something.

Dr. Charles, please.

You remember
her hallucinations,

how bad it got.

You can't say anything.
I'm only trying to protect her.

I'm begging you. Please.

- Joanne, dosing her
without her knowledge

is just--
it's extraordinarily dangerous.

It's also a direct violation
of her autonomy.

- Now, the best thing
would be for you to tell her,

but if you're not up for that,
I'm--I'm sorry,

but it is my duty
to let her know.

Please don't.

- Hurry up, goddammit.
We gotta get back on the road.

- With the tourniquet turned
down, I can only move so fast.

I gotta deal with these
bleeders individually.

- We don't have time.
- You want it to go fast?

Move.

- There.
The bleeding's stopped.

- Easy, easy.
- You crazy bitch.

- All right, easy.

- Let's go!

- Whoa.
Whoa, hey!

We did our part.
You let us go.

You're not going anywhere!

Let's go!

- Jasmine did great.
The transplant

couldn't have gone any better.
- Thank you.

She's really lucky

to have a friend like you.

Will you excuse me?

I--I should probably go tell
the boys the good news.

- Yes, of course.

- Lauren.
Hey.

Hey--hey, April.
Was that Lauren Knight?

- Do you know her?
- Yeah, from when I worked

at Children
and Family Services.

- Wait, Lauren used to work
at DCFS?

- Mm-hmm.

- Do you know
if she still works there?

- Pretty sure, yeah.
Why?

- No, I just thought she said
she worked at a bank.

Doesn't DCFS keep
adoption records?

- Mm-hmm.

- Excuse me, Arlene.
I need to make a call.

- Thank you so much
for calling.

Okay.

Sharon.

- Yeah?

- A clerk
from a local gas station

in the West Loop
just called.

Said he found
Natalie's badge.

- Please tell me
he laid eyes on her?

- He did.
She was okay.

- Okay, I'll call
Detective Halstead.

Hopefully they'll have
security cameras there.

- Yeah.
Oh, Sharon.

- Yeah?

- Where are we with
the medical records?

- I'm still working on it.
- Okay.

- How's my mom?

Any side effects
from the anesthesia?

- None.

She started asking about you
the moment she woke up.

Sweet lady.

Yeah, she is.

- Jasmine, how could you?
Both of you?

- April, what are you
talking about?

- They conned Annette.
Th--she posed as her daughter.

They catfished her
for an organ.

- That's not true.
- Jasmine!

Yeah, you were adopted.
Your biological parents

are Derrick and Janine,
both deceased.

- You accessed adoption records
to set up Annette?

- Of course not.
That's ridiculous.

- Jasmine.
- Say something!

- Jasmine, don't answer him.

- Annette put her life
on the line for you.

- I know.
I know she did.

And I didn't set out
to hurt her, I promise.

It's just when I found out

that my biological parents
were dead...

I had no other options.

My boys.
I couldn't leave my boys.

I couldn't.

- What you did is illegal.
Annette could press charges.

- What was the plan?

You gonna ditch her
while she's recovering?

- God, no.

Never.

Annette may not be
my biological mom,

but she's become family to me
and the boys.

We love her.
We'd never abandon her.

- Isn't Jasmine's fault.

Listen, this whole thing
was my idea.

- Okay, please.

I cannot believe
you would do this.

- April.

- Where are you taking us?
- Just be quiet, you.

- Come on, man.
- We done with them?

- No, no, no.
I need--

they're my insurance policy.

But you--you go, man.
I'll see you soon, okay?

Love you, man.

Don't even think
about it, girl.

- Please, I have a son.
Please.

- Go, just go.
Go in the house.

Come on.
- All right, easy, man, easy!

- Keep quiet.
Get in there.

- I can't believe
you're really here.

But...

Go now, Mom.
I just need you to go.

Go.

- In the living room.
- Come on.

- He's ill.
Maybe we can help him.

Nah, you can't.

Grab these chairs.

Put them back to back
and sit down.

- But we can help--
- Just do it.

Please.

- Okay.

- Close the door.
I may have something to help

with your investigation.
Bobby Clemons'--

Tyler's son's--medical records.
- How did you get those?

We can't unseal
medical records.

- All that matters is,
I got them.

Bobby was treated for stage IV
brain cancer at East Mercy.

He's terminal.
His grandmother signed him out,

took him home for hospice.
- His grandmother?

We couldn't track her down.
Her last known was demolished.

3768 South Parnell Ave.

Everybody listen up,
this is Halstead.

I need you to meet at Sox lot
for a pre-raid brief.

I got a solid location
on our target.

I was hoping you were Jasmine
and my grandbabies.

Annette, that's what we came
to talk to you about.

I'm so sorry, but...

we have to tell you Jasmine

is not actually your daughter.

- Ms. Hill?
- I already knew.

- What?
- My daughter, Zora,

died 12 years ago
in a shelter.

At least, that's what the folks
in the neighborhood tell me.

- But if knew Jasmine
wasn't yours,

w-why didn't you
say something?

I was just a baby myself
when I got pregnant.

I made some bad choices trying
to provide for my little girl,

but I ended up doing time.
That's how I lost her.

But I never stopped
thinking about her.

So when Jasmine called...

I knew it was God...

Giving me another chance
to do some good,

to make it up to Zora somehow.
So I...

I played along.

I didn't tell Jasmine
that someone must've made

a clerical error,
and I wasn't really her mother.

Annette, it--

it wasn't a clerical error.

Jasmine knew you
were not her mother.

She conned you.

I don't care.

- Ms. Hill,
what they did was wrong.

- For the first time
in my life,

I have a family.

And I don't wanna lose her
or those boys.

Um...

Our obligation was
to inform you.

How you deal with it
is up to you.

Thank you.

So, can you ask them--

my family--
to come see me?

- She'd rather live in the lie.

- Guess sometimes the truth
is more painful.

- Help, somebody help!

- Don't--
- No--

- Krista, don't. Ow!

- They're under my skin!
I have to get them out!

- Two of Haldol, IV.

- Need help. Let's go.
- No, please, no, no.

No, no, no, please.

You're poisoning me.
Mom!

No, you have to listen.
It's poison!

- Krista, I'm sorry, but you're
a danger to yourself.

We have to give you medication.

- Meds are in.

- Joanne, are you all right?
Let's take a look at your face.

- You okay?

- If you hadn't told her--
if you'd just let me continue

helping her...
Now what?

- Well, if she continues to
exhibit self-harming behavior,

we'll put her on a psych hold.
- And what if she doesn't take

her medicine?
- In that case, the next step

would be to seek a court order
to get her committed

so that she can receive
the necessary treatment,

but let's not get ahead--
- Institutionalize her?

She's gonna have to drop out
of college!

I had this under control.

You ruined her life!

Sorry, son.

I'm--I'm so sorry
I wasn't there.

- This is
Detective Jay Halstead

with the Chicago
Police Department.

Tyler, we have you surrounded.

I don't want you
or your family to get hurt.

I want you to come out
the front door

with your hands
where we can see them.

No one's gonna shoot.

I know you're
with Natalie Manning

and Crockett Marcel.

As an act of good faith,
have them come out first.

- If you do not comply, we'll
be forced to breach the house.

- Here, uncuff her.

- Now, you go.

Go ahead, go.
You go.

- No, I--
- It's okay.

Do as he says.
It's okay.

Go, it's okay.
It's okay.

- Shut the door behind you.
Shut the door.

- Patrol, stand down.
Friendly coming out.

Shields!

Move, move, move.

Get her out!
Get her out!

Get her out of there.
Move, move!

- I'm sorry about your son.

Go ahead.

No! Come on.

Come on, man.

Don't do that!

- Breach, breach, breach!

- Crockett!
No!

Crockett!
No!

- Natalie?

Come here, you.

- Are you okay?
Are you hurt?

- No, I'm fine.
I'm--but Crockett.

- What--where is he?
- I don't know.

He was in the house,
and there was a gunshot,

and all the officers
swarmed in,

but they won't let me in.

They won't tell me anything.

Crockett.

I was so scared.

- I'm okay, I'm okay.

You all right?
- Yeah.

- All right,
get him to the E.D.

Make sure you get him two units
of uncrossed blood, stat.

- That man owes you his life.

- For what it's worth,
I completely understand

why you did what you did.

I wish I could just shake her.

I wanna make her see she's--

she's just throwing
her future away.

- I mean, it's our most basic,
primal instinct as parents

to protect our kids,
often from themselves, right?

Which is when it gets
really tricky.

If you can resist that
instinct, if you can just--

just try and let Krista
figure things out on her own...

- You mean let her
lose everything.

- If that's what
it takes, yeah.

I mean, if you can tolerate
watching her experience

the consequences
of her own decisions,

there's a really good chance
that eventually,

she will see the benefits
of staying compliant.

And Joanne, that's
the only real shot she has

at learning how to manage
her illness.

What are you doing here?

- So, uh, I--I brought you
something.

What...
What's that?

- It's, uh--
It's suboxone.

Okay, I'll bring you more
tomorrow.

You should not have
to suffer like this.

First, you snitch on me.
Then you come in here

and you jeopardize my recovery?

They catch me,

I would never be able
to practice again.

- Hannah, I was just--
- Go.

Go and don't come back again.
Go!

Go! Go!

Get out!

Get out.
Get out now!

- Hannah, is everything okay?

Ben.
- Now look here.

I know you're used to running
things in the hospital,

but I am my own man.
Do not make decisions for me.

Okay?

You're still waiting
for your results?

- I'm sorry, babe.

I just can't--
what if it's bad news?

What if the hormone therapy
isn't working?

Then we'll figure something
else out.

I'm gonna be with you
every step of the way.

- I know you will,
and that's what scares me.

- What's that mean?
- Ben, no--

- Maggie.

You were by my side
at my lowest.

- And now you're in remission.

You should be out there,
having fun,

not stuck
in the hospital with me.

- There you go again,
telling me what to do.

- You don't get it, do you?

You are my life.

- Sorry to interrupt.

I come bearing very good news.

- What?

- Do you want to step
in my office?

- No!
Please, tell me now.

- The radiologist read
your scans.

No sign of a mass.

- And your blood work--

it was remarkable, really.
No detectable tumor markers.

- So does that mean...

- You're officially
in remission.

Yes.

- After inseminating the eggs,

unfortunately, we found
that none of them fertilized.

I know this is not
the news you wanted,

but it doesn't have to be
the end of the road.

You can start another cycle
in as little as six weeks.

- Um, we'll talk about it
and let you know.

- No.
I'll do it.

Mm-hmm.

- All right, so what do you
wanna do to celebrate?

A spa treatment, dinner--
you name it, I got you.

- Just being with you.
That's enough.

- Aww, come on.
Come on, come on, come on.

Weren't you just lecturing me
about having fun?

- Yeah.
- Look, go big or go home.

If you had one wish, right now,
anything in the world,

what would it be?
- Honestly?

- Mm-hmm.

If...

The only thing
I would wish is...

To spend the rest
of my life with you.

- Are you serious?

You know, you better
not be playing with me,

because, you know,
I'd marry you tomorrow.

- I'm not playing.
- Oh, baby.