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- You did this skydiving?
- Not exactly.

I fall 9,000 feet
and land, no problem,

and then I trip
walking to my car.

- [chuckles]
- Isn't that ridiculous?

- Well, sounds like
you got off easy.

- Oh, what can I say?
It was on my bucket list.

- [chuckles]
Okay.

Let's take a look at your head.

- Ow.

- Yeah, you got
a decent sized laceration

on your scalp, though.
- Ah, figured.

I used half a box of Kleenex

trying to stop the bleeding
on my way over here.

- You didn't drive yourself,
did you?

- No, no, no,
my boyfriend actually.

He's out parking the car.

- All right, let's get
a picture of that wrist.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey, I got a request
for schedule changes.

They could use your signature.
- All righty.

- Right there.

- Hm, this one's frozen.

- Oh, really?
I just used it.

- Well, I'll pull it up
on the desktop.

[elevator dings]

- Sharon?

- It looks like
this screen is locked as well.

- Sharon, it's Bert.

[solemn music]

- Maggie.

Sharon.

- I'll go check on that monitor.

- What are you doing here?

Is something wrong
with one of the kids?

- No, no, no, everything's fine,
as far as I know. [chuckles]

That's, uh, not why I'm here.

- Honey, Bert, over here.

- "Honey"?
- Uh, that's my lady friend.

She--I think she might've
broken her wrist.

Excuse me.

*

- Balloon catheter
is at the lesion site.

Inflating now.

Stent deployed.

- All right,
let's have one last look.

You can press the pedal.

Dr. Bardovi?

- I don't know what's wrong
with the floor pedal.

I'm stepping on it.

- Guys...

[ominous music]

- Is that...

- What's happening?

*

- Sharon?

- Don't say anything, okay?
I-I need a moment to process.

- No, no, no, it's not that.
Look.

- What is all this about
malware and decryption keys?

- It's a ransom note.

[groans]

We've been hacked.

.

- Our sever has been
corrupted and shut down,

and until we can restore
the system,

we'll be operating
under downtime procedure.

That means paper charts.

- Oh, and no tablets, people.
Hand them over.

- So we have no access to
anyone's medical records?

How--how do we do stuff?

- Well, there was a time
not so long ago

when we actually
treated patients

without the aid of computers.

Imagine that.
Tell them, Dr. Charles.

- Can I keep it
if I promise not to use it?

- Sorry, Dr. Charles,

I.T. needs to
check them all out.

- Well, it's not just
the electronic medical records

that are disabled, right?
I hear imaging's down as well?

- Yeah, so that means what?
No X-rays?

- And no CT scans, no MRIs.

- We'll have to cancel elective
surgeries for the time being,

but the I.T. department
is confident

they can disable the malware
and get us back online soon.

Isn't that right, Bruce?
- We're doing our best.

- And in the mean time,
we'll make due.

We'll use the transport monitors
to read the vitals--

- Yeah, I'm sorry,

but the note says that
if we pay them 30 Bitcoins,

they'll give us
a decryption key, so...

- It's hospital policy

not to engage with
extortionists.

- So we're going to fly blind

with one arm tied
behind our back?

It seems a little shortsighted.

I mean, it's, what,
$30,000, $40,000?

It seems like nothing.

- Says the guy
with the trust fund.

- We're not paying the ransom,
Dr. Rhodes.

We don't need to.
We aren't so fragile

that we could be knocked off
our game that easy.

- Absolutely, Ms. Goodwin.
We're up for the challenge.

- Thank you, Dr. Choi.

[tense music]

- Okay, G.I. Joe.
- G.I. Choi.

- Back to your patients.
Increase communication, people.

No blood is drawn,
no test is run,

and no medication is dispensed
without writing on this board.

*

- Sharon?

[sighs]

Sharon, listen, I--

I didn't want you to find out.

- Then you could've taken her
to County.

- But Med was the closest
and the best,

not in small part
because of you.

- Don't sweat it, Bert,

I've got bigger problems
to deal with right now.

*

- I can't access
any of my files.

What are we supposed to do?
- Cross our fingers

and hope that some guy
named Bruce can save the day.

I can't say that I'm optimistic.
- Do you know how much research

that I just have to
put on hold now?

This--this is unacceptable.

- Oh, easy there, babe.
It's not the end of the world.

- [laughs]
Are you sure about that?

Because things are seeming
a little biblical around here.

I mean, last night with the rats
and then today with the hacks.

- Rats? What rats?
- In the vents of my apartment.

It kept me up all night
last night.

Exterminator can't come in
till tomorrow.

I--[sighs]

I'm gonna have to
check into a hotel.

- No, you won't.

You stay with me
until this is resolved.

- [exhales]

Oh, that is exactly
what I wanted you to say.

[chuckles]

Give me that.

I need this more than you do.
Bye.

- Bye.

- [strained breathing]

- He can't catch his breath.

I mean, I tried getting him to--
to lie back on the way over,

but he just--
- He's tripoding.

Trying to clear his secretions.

All right, it's okay, Desmond.

Just try to take a deep breath
for me, all right?

Does this hurt?
- A little.

- Okay.

His lymph nodes
are very swollen.

Do you know when he started
feeling like this?

- Um, maybe three weeks ago?

Never as bad as this.
I mean, it would come and go,

so we just thought
he had the flu.

- It's been going around
his school.

- 102.7.
- [sighs]

He just started running
that fever this morning.

I mean, we got here
as fast as we could.

I had to find someone
to cover my shift.

- I was out working too.

I drive for a couple of
those ride-share apps.

- [sighs] We're just scrambling.
- I understand.

Has he had all his vaccinations?
- Yes.

I mean, I--I think so.

- Okay, let's get him on
an oxygen mask,

and give him racemic epi.

I'll be back
to check on him soon, okay?

April?

*

- [sighs] What do you think?
- I don't know.

Maybe epiglottitis, maybe mumps.

I mean, who knows if he's really
had all his vaccinations.

Let's give him some steroids,

see if we can't reduce
the swelling,

and let's do a CBC, CMP,
blood cultures, and a DR-70.

- Tumor marker?

- Let's see if we can
get a rush on that.

*

- Sorry.
- This board's a mess.

- Look around.
The whole ED's a mess.

We can't even send
patients upstairs

because we don't know
if there's beds available.

- What a nightmare.

Okay, so before
we stitch up your head,

I wanna reduce the fracture
in your wrist.

Here, we'll give you
a little ketamine to sedate you.

I promise
you won't feel a thing.

- [groans]
Sure I can trust you, doc?

Seems I'm an enemy combatant.

Lover boy here failed to mention

that his ex-wife
is running the place.

- I told you Sharon
was a hospital administrator.

- [laughs] You didn't say
it was this hospital.

- Before we get started,

you should know
our EMR system's down,

so I can't pull up your records.

- Really?

- Yeah, so I just need
to confirm

the history you already gave.

Any medical problems?
Prior surgeries?

Anything I should be aware of?
- No.

- Okay.
You taking any medications?

Any allergies to medications?

- Nada.
Got a clean bill of health.

- Lyla's the most active person
I've ever met.

[laughs]
Biking, tai chi.

We just got back from
whitewater rafting in Chile.

[chuckles] It's all I can do
to keep up with her.

- [laughs] Oh, look who's trying
to get in on my good side.

It's working.

- Let's do it.
- Okay.

- New history and physicals
for everyone in the psych ward?

- Not everyone.

I mean, if they were admitted
before today,

we still have backups.

Still leaves about six
that we lost.

So, you know,
we just divvy them up.

- Okay.

- Here's the catch.

Even for us so-called
"normal" people--

- Dr. Charles?

- [mouths words]
Thank you.

Getting hacked,
it really creates--

you know, it's a--
it's a violation,

you know, heightens
your vulnerability,

and that's obviously magnified

for people
who are dealing with, um--

- Anxiety and paranoia.
Of course.

- Yeah, yeah.

So I think it's just important
to not let them know

why their histories
are being retaken.

You know, we just gotta--
we gotta finesse it a bit.

- Understood.

- Oh, I heard that
they are having a hard time

filling the vacancy
left by Dr. Wheeler's death.

- The--I'm sorry,
the E.D. residency?

- Yeah.

I mean, you just graduated
from med school.

I thought maybe you might know
somebody who's interested?

Oh, darn it.

- Hey, Daniel,
you got a minute?

- Yeah.

Anyway, um,

just give me a shout
if you're having any problems.

- So I hear they went
zip-lining in Costa Rica.

- I thought it was
South America somewhere.

- You knew about this?

Daniel?

- I went and had drinks
with Bert about a month ago,

and, you know, he let it slip.

- A month ago? And you've just
been sitting on this?

- Well, I kinda thought it was
more up to Bert to tell you,

and I advised him
to do exactly that.

- Yeah, well, he didn't.

- I'm sorry.
You know, it's not so easy

staying neutral
throughout all this, you know.

You want me to choose sides,

I'll pledge my loyalty
to you right now.

- Not necessary.
I gotta get back to work.

*

- [strained breathing]

*

- Swelling's not coming down,
and his sats are dropping.

Are we gonna need to intubate?
- We can't.

If it spasms down,
we could lose his airway.

Let's get an analog X-ray up
here for a lateral neck, okay?

- Analog?
What's going on here?

- Mr. Rawls, please--
- I hear you guys were hacked.

Do I need to take my son
to another hospital?

- I seriously recommend

you not moving your son
in his current condition,

but I can assure you

that Desmond's care will not be
compromised in the slightest.

- Chad...

- I hope you're right.

*

- Work-up back yet
on my seven-year-old?

- The lab got them mixed up
with another patient.

They gotta run 'em again.
- Are you kidding me?

- It's a damn hack, okay?

- Uh, Ms. Goodwin, when are we
getting back online?

- We're working on it.
- You said that an hour ago.

I've got a dad who wants to pull
his kid out of here.

You've got to stay
on top of the lab.

- Don't worry.
We'll ride this whirlwind.

- [groaning]
- A little help here!

- Incoming!
- A little help!

- [groaning]
- My friend's been shot!

- Dr. Choi?
- Get out of the way, move.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- I don't have a room right now.

- Out of the way.
- Mags, where are we taking him?

- Whoa, whoa, wait, get back up.
I don't have a room right now.

- Coming through!
- Put him there.

- Keep this area clear!
- [screaming]

- Lift him up.
- [screaming]

- Park him in the hallway
over there.

- "We're gonna ride
this whirlwind"?

.

- [groans]

- Sats 100, BP 102 over 69,
heart rate 110.

- A little hypotensive
and tachycardic.

Let's get a 16 in each arm

and bolus a liter of LR
on the rapid transfuser,

and 50 of fentanyl for pain.
How's the leg looking?

- A likely entrance hole
in the upper right thigh.

Big hematoma.
No apparent fracture.

- All right, Noah, pop quiz.
Let's see how much you recall.

After we figure out
where the bullet went in,

what do we do?
- Count the holes.

If there's an even number,
it came out.

- Okay.

Jason,
I need you to grab the rail

and roll on your side for me.

- [grunts, groans]

- Wanna tell me what happened?
- I shot him, actually.

Uh, by accident.
I thought the safety was on.

I'm so sorry, man.
We cool?

- Yeah, don't sweat it.
[groans]

- What kinda gun was it?
- Uh, 9 mil.

- And you carry it--why?

- You don't know
my neighborhood.

They got guns, I got a gun.

- Making the world
a safer place?

- I think I might see
an exit hole.

It's tiny, but, uh--

- Yeah, too tiny.
Probably shrapnel.

Bullet's still
in there somewhere.

We gotta find it.
- Systems are still down.

- Then we'll use
the tools we have.

- Hey, Natalie,
can I ask you a favor?

- Uh, one second.

Uh, hey, April, can you try
and track down Connor for me?

- All right.
- Thank you.

Sorry, what's up?

- I was gonna give this to Will,
but it looks like he's busy.

Can I leave it with you?
- Sure.

- He's going to watch the game
with his brother tonight.

I slept in it last night,

and when he left this morning,
I was still in bed. [chuckles]

I'd leave it in his locker,

but I wanna make sure
he gets it.

- Okay.
- Thanks.

You're the best.
- [chuckles]

[clears throat]

- She just said she had
a out-of-body experience.

- Oh, that's ketamine.

Lyla, do me a favor and follow
my finger with your eyes.

- That whole time
you were pulling on my wrist,

I was floating up to
the ceiling,

looking down at myself.

It was wonderful,

though you may wanna tell
the cleaning staff

there's a lot of dust
in the light fixtures up there.

- I'll have them
look into that immediately.

Are you sure there's nothing
you left out of your history?

- Is something the matter?

- Probably not.

You're having a little trouble
focusing with your eyes.

That could be just a reaction
to the ketamine,

but considering you suffered
the head injury, though,

I am thinking I wanna bring
someone in from neurology,

just to rule some things out.

- You know what?
I'm sorry,

there is one thing that
I left out of my history.

Elavil.
I take it for insomnia.

- You never said
you had trouble sleeping.

- It's not an every night thing.

Is it possible that, um,

the drug had a bad interaction
with the ketamine?

- Yes, that might explain it.

- Oh, good.
[relieved exhale]

Then mystery solved.
- [chuckles]

- Hm.
- Tell you this.

He could have come in here
with Beyoncé,

and it'd still be
a step down from you.

- You don't have to say that.

- It's true.
- He's lost weight.

- Mm-hmm.
Could've been worse.

Could've been a blonde.

both: Mm.
- [laughs]

- Ms. Goodwin.
- Dr. Halstead.

- Any chance you got ahold of
Lyla's records yet?

- Are you kidding me?
How?

I've got no idea
when things are gonna get here.

- Well, in that case,
let's repeat her labs,

but this time add
coags and a d-dimer.

- Whoa, whoa, I thought you were
wrapping things up with her.

- Her head lac's
not repaired yet, Maggie.

She's not going
anywhere anyway.

- I hope this is not another
one of your wild goose chases.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- It means keeping Bert
in the E.D.

is the last opposite of what
Goodwin needs right now.

- Well,
this is a hospital, Maggie.

I know I don't need to remind
you whose needs come first.

- You want new labs?
Fine.

We're doing paper today.

How 'bout filling these out?

Hey, what do we got?

- You've really gotta
retrace all your steps.

- Uh-huh.

- I don't understand

why the network isn't
constantly backing itself up.

Hard drives are so cheap
these days.

- Hey, Dr. Charles says, um,

they're looking to fill
the open residency in the E.D.

- That's great news, isn't it?

- Why?
- 'Cause now you can take it.

Isn't that the position
that you wanted

before Dr. Charles pulled you
into psychiatry?

- You're missing
the point, Joey.

- What point?

- Why would Dr. Ch--
[sighs]

Why would Dr. Charles bring
this up in the first place?

I mean, he sounded
innocent enough,

and since I just graduated
med school,

maybe I knew someone
who'd want the job,

but I can't help thinking that
he's got some kind of agenda.

Is he dissatisfied
with my performance?

Is he trying to get rid of me?
- Well, look at it this way.

Everyone thought that
you were really good

in emergency medicine.

- Is that supposed to
make me feel better?

- Yeah.

- [stammers]
You know, Joey,

you and I don't communicate
very well.

- You see there?

Look how narrow
this boy's trachea is.

- It's no wider than
a cocktail straw.

I assume you've started
a work-up?

- Still gummed up in the lab.

I started treating him
for epiglottitis,

but that's clearly
not the problem.

- Lymphs?

It's hard to exclude cancer
from the differential.

- We need to address
his airway issue.

Can we remove the lymph nodes?
Get a biopsy?

- Surgically, we're never gonna
get an ET tube down him

in this condition,
and Marty's gonna be hesitant

to put him under general.
- So what can we do?

- How still do you think
this kid can be?

- What's that
you're spraying on him?

- Ethyl chloride.

- And you're positive
he won't feel anything?

- Maybe a slight pinch,
but that's it.

Now the most important thing

is for you to stay
extremely still

while we're doing this,
Desmond.

You think you can do that?
- Yeah.

- You know what I find
works sometimes?

Is if you close your eyes

and you squeeze my hand as hard
as you can until it's over.

How does that sound?
Good? Okay.

So...okay.
- Okay.

[tense music]

*

- Oh, God.
[whimpers]

- Mommy?
- It's okay, D.

- Mommy?
- Just a little bit longer.

- No!
- Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

- Okay.
[sobs]

I'm sorry.
- No, it's fine.

I think we got enough tissue
to send to pathology.

*

- You should see this, Jason.
It's cool.

The bullet's, like,
in your heart.

- Cool for you.

He shot me in the leg.

What the hell
is it doing up here?

- Bullets travel
in unexpected ways.

- Well, we need
to get that out, right?

- One step at a time.

I can't tell yet whether
it's actually in the heart

or just behind it.

- Well, what about those X-rays
we took earlier?

- Well, they're not
that precise.

- Well, find something that is.

- What about that MIR machine?

- MRI? And it's not, um,
usable right now.

- What do you mean?
- Look, if we can figure out

the path the bullet took
to get to your chest,

we should be able to determine
exactly where it is.

There are only
two options, right?

- Right, well, either it caromed
to your midsection,

or it hitched a ride up
through your venous system.

- Good.
Grab a DPL.

- Uh, DPL?

- A Diagnostic
Peritoneal Lavage.

We're gonna insert a needle
in your abdomen,

fill it with fluid,

then drain it to see if there's
any internal bleeding.

Don't worry,
we'll drape off this area

before we insert the Foley.

- What do you mean,
"insert the Foley"?

- Oh, this goes up
your urethra.

- First you shoot me,

then you bring me to a place
from the Dark Ages.

You really suck, Marius.

- My fault.

- Oh--[chuckles]--
excuse me.

- Uh...

Hey, Bert,

um, can I ask you--

have you talked to
the children about this?

- Not yet.

I was waiting to see
if it was serious or not.

- And is it?

- Sharon--

- You know, maybe, you should
speak to your children.

*

- Oh, man, she's a trip wire.

- How'd you expect her to react?

This city is filthy
with hospitals,

but you decided to come here.

To do what?

To rub it in Sharon's face?
- Oh, come on.

- How old is she anyway?

- What does that have to
do with anything?

- Okay.
When did you meet her?

- I know what you're implying.

Lyla wasn't even in the picture

till way after
Sharon and I split up.

- Split up?
Uh-uh.

You walked out on her.

*

- Okay, so Bruce is no closer
to fixing this malware.

- And the FBI?

- Oh, come on,
let's not hold our breath there.

- You know, I--

I think it's time to consider
putting the hospital on bypass.

- What is that? Sending patients
to other hospitals?

Do you know how much revenue
that is gonna cost?

- A few hundred thousand.

- That's just today.
You can double it tomorrow.

I mean,
the board is gonna plotz.

- What do you suggest then?
We're full up.

My doctors are treating
gunshot wounds in the hallway.

- Listen...

we keep a little cash on-hand
for a rainy day, okay?

So we could pay this ransom,
and no one would ever know.

- No.
- Why not?

And do not say,
"Because it's bad precedent."

- It's a horrendous precedent.

These hackers are putting
people's lives at risk.

They're compromising their care.

You can't reward
behavior like that.

Besides, you pay them now,

what stops them from
doing it again

or holding the hospital
next-door hostage?

- I don't care about
the hospital next-door.

*

- We cannot let them win, Peter.

*

- You wanna stick to your guns,
that's fine,

but you are the one
who's gonna tell the board.

- Spread the word
and notify IDPH

the hospital's now on
full diversion.

- Yes, ma'am.

.

- Yeah, I need a home
for a chest pain,

a dog bite, and a flu.
Thank you.

You got any room?

Ah, thank you.
I owe you.

Leah, tell any walk-ins
who can fend themselves

that we'll be arranging
for transport to Rush and Mercy.

Okay?

- Hey, have you heard from
pathology yet?

- Let me give them
another call.

- Please.

- It's busy.
I'll check back in a minute.

- Okay.

- You look worried.

- I do?
That's not good.

I just--
[exhales sharply]

I lost so many kids
to cancer this year

that every time one comes in
now, with the same symptoms,

I just--I can't help but feel
the fear rising in me,

and it's all I can do
to control it,

so that I don't scare
the family.

- Dr. Manning, I've got
your biopsy results.

Pathology called me in.

- Why is an epidemiologist
getting called in on this?

Coccidioidomycosis?

- Otherwise known as
Valley Fever,

and it's highly infectious.

- [sighs]
Thank God.

- You realize this is
a serious illness?

- Yes.
No, yes, absolutely.

Um, but at least
it isn't cancer.

[solemn music]

- That's what was causing
the fever and the swelling?

A fungal infection?

- Spores are typically
found in soil,

predominantly in desert locales.

- Valley Fever is an endemic
of the Great Lakes region.

Have you spent anytime
in the Southwest recently?

California? Nevada? Arizona?

- No, Desmond's never been
further away from home

than Grand Rapids.
- None of us has.

- Okay, well, we'd like
to start your son

on a round of IV antifungals
right away.

But I do have to warn you,

it's strong medicine with
the potential of side effects,

but it is what he needs.
- Thank you, doctors.

- I'll get started on Desmond.

- Uh, I'm sorry,
uh, but your son

is the second person
I've seen with this disease.

I'm gonna need a detailed
history from the both of you.

It could help me find
the source of the infection.

- I mean,
can we do this later?

We just wanna be
with our child right now.

- It's important
that we find this

before someone else's
child gets infected.

I can sit with you one at a time
if that's better.

- You go.
Be with Desmond.

- Oh, thank you.

- At first, I thought it was
just the sedation.

You know, but her eyes--
she's just not able to focus.

I had her fix on my finger
from about this distance.

They dart back and forth
to a random space over here.

Almost mechanical.
- A square wave jerk.

- Exactly.

So any time I get a--an eye
thing after a fall on the head,

I'm thinking, you know,
possible stroke, but--

- Did your work-up
come back negative?

- Yeah.

Any idea what else
this might be?

- It could be anything from
a basal ganglia disorder

to normal aging.

It's impossible to tell
without a head CT or an MRI.

- You know, maybe if you just
examine her yourself--

- Do I need to explain the
definition of impossible to you?

I'm a neurosurgeon,
not a magician.

Just find someone who can get
the scans back up and running,

and then maybe
we can all do our jobs.

- Any word on when we might be
getting our network back?

- Sorry.

- You think they still need
my tablet?

- I'm afraid so, Dr. Charles.

- Dr. Charles, hey,
about those H and Ps,

Mrs. Kornbluth in Room 17--

she was admitted
experiencing hallucinations.

- Okay, and?
- At intake,

it was determined that she was
having a psychotic episode,

but after speaking with her,

I think she simply might've had
an adverse reaction to Ambien.

- You know,
this has all proven to be

an incredible inconvenience,
I just wanna say.

I cannot believe that our
patients' psychiatric histories

aren't hosted on
a separate secure network,

and that HIPPA hadn't
mandated that.

- Moving forward,
you know, maybe...

- [sighs]
- But in the mean time, uh,

it might've been beneficial
for us to retrace our steps.

I am running some tests now,
but I think we might be able to

discharge Mrs. Kornbluth
later today.

- Oh, there's the I.T. guy.

Bruce...

*

- Old rule of thumb,

if you can read through the bag,
the test is negative.

*

- So there's no bleeding
in the abdomen?

- No.
- Well, that's good news, right?

*

- So you want me to crack
this guys' chest open

and put him on bypass
on a hunch?

- Not a hunch.
The diagnosis of exclusion.

- And what if you're wrong?
- He's not wrong.

I mean, the DPL ruled out

the bullet travelling
through the peritoneum,

and if it went through
the retroperitoneum,

then he would have
reported back pain,

so it had to have embolized.

[chuckles] Dr. Choi--
he knows his stuff.

It's how he does it
on the battlefield.

- So we can't just
transfer this guy

to another trauma center
with a working CT?

- Too risky.

He could decompensate
at any moment,

and every second we wait
just ups the risk

of a massive pulmonary embolism.
- All right, I'll call the O.R.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

- I don't understand
what is taking so long.

- Get him going.
I'll meet you up there.

- Yeah.

- If I could just
access my files,

I'm sure I could find a link
between these cases.

- I'm sorry,
but I was told by I.T.

that the malware
is quite sophisticated.

- Then why don't you
just pay the ransom?

- It's not that simple, Robin.

- But it is that simple.

It's--it's right there
on every screen.

Easy instructions
to pay the ransom

and obtain a decryption key.

A three-year-old
could figure it out.

- Hey, Robin, what's, uh--
what's going on?

- What's going on is
there might be an epidemic

of Valley Fever breaking out,
and no one seems to care.

- Let me remind you,
Ms. Charles,

in case the air is
too thin to breathe

atop that soap box,

that you are an epidemiologist,

and I am the one responsible
for running this hospital.

- Why don't we just take
a second to cool down?

- Why don't we?
- Don't handle me.

[tense music]

*

- [sighs]

[sighs]

- Hey, Barry Lindheim again.

Thinks you're dodging his calls.

- Smart man.
Tell him you can't find me.

- Okay.

- [sighs]

[computer beeping]

[soft ambient music]

*

- Back online?

I guess this means that
we are off of bypass?

- Yes, we are off of bypass.

- Hallelujah.
Thank you, Sharon.

- No, no, thank him.
He's the real hero.

Bruce, great job.

- I'm sorry,
I-I didn't do anything.

- What?

*

- The system came back up
on its own.

Someone must've paid the ransom.

[solemn music]

- You didn't authorize this?

Then who did?

.

- Peter...

I thought we agreed
we weren't gonna pay the ransom.

- We didn't pay the ransom.

- Then what happened?
- Who knows.

Look, maybe the hackers felt
the feds were getting close,

and they bailed.

In any case,
the problem's been resolved,

and we can get back to business,
saving lives, making money.

- Someone countermanded
my orders, Peter.

- Sharon,
whoever that person was,

they did us a huge favor,

so let's not look a gift horse
in the mouth, okay?

- Preliminary visual inspection
shows no pericardial effusion.

- Thank you, Dr. Bardovi.

- I was just informed that
we're back online,

in case that's pertinent.

- Well, we're not gonna
close him back up

and send him to radiology just
to wind up where we are now,

so let's ultrasound
the heart directly

and see if we can't find
the bullet.

[solemn music]

- There, in the right ventricle.

- Yeah, that could be
our culprit.

Scalpel?

*

Forceps?

*

Hey.
- Hey.

- Nice work.

I guess that Navy training
wasn't a waste after all.

- That's how we do it
on the battlefield.

- Well, if it hadn't worked,
I would've blamed you anyway.

- I know.
- [chuckles]

- Hey, Dr. Rhodes,
I don't know if you heard,

but somebody paid the ransom,

an open violation of
hospital policy.

- What, you think it was me?
I'm sorry, Ms. Goodwin,

but as much as I would
like to take credit,

I didn't do it.
- Well, somebody paid.

Was it you, Sam?

- My kid starts Sarah Lawrence
in the fall.

Not a chance in hell
I'm cutting a check that size

to solve your problem.

- Okay, so you're telling me

nobody here knows
anything about this?

- You got a second?

- What?
You--you think I need a timeout?

- [laughs]
No.

I'm not endorsing
any kind of palace coup,

but I just--

I understand
any number of motivations

why somebody would wanna
get that thing paid.

I've completely
freaked myself out

how much I miss this thing,
you know,

which has clearly become
a powerful tool

that I use to maintain
distance between myself

and the world, you know--
control my environment.

And that's
a slippery slope, man--

control, you know--
for all of us.

I mean, one second
you're steady in command.

Next second, it's like--
ahh, rogue wave, you know,

hackers, relationships
we can't control.

- Come on, Daniel.

Are you trying to
bait and switch me?

I'm not in denial.
I know my husband is gone.

I may never get a good answer
for why he left,

but I sure as hell can find out
who paid that ransom.

- Your son is taking well
to the medication.

Hopefully in a couple days,

he'll be able to
take this orally

and we can send him home.
- Thank you, Dr. Manning.

- I'm glad we brought him here.

- We did, however, get
your test results back as well.

Ivie, yours came back negative.

Chad, however,
you tested positive.

- Positive?
But I feel fine.

- It just means you've come
in contact with a spore.

A lot of people
never become symptomatic,

but moving forward,
it is something to monitor.

- Mr. Rawls,
I think I found a connection

between Desmond
and my other patient.

You told me earlier you use
your car to ride-share.

- Yeah. Why?
- My patient last week--

she rode in your car
18 days ago.

- [scoffs]
I mean, if you say so.

No way I can remember
everyone I drove.

- Did you park it here?
I'd like to take a look at it.

- I don't understand.

Why would my car be
making people sick?

*

- I apologize, Lyla,
for the delay.

I know you must be eager
to get out of here.

- Yeah, are you gonna
stitch me up or what?

- I am, uh,

but now that our imaging
system's come back online,

I'd--I'd like to get you down

for a CT scan
of your head first.

- [exhales]
I just grazed my head.

It's really not a big deal.
- I hear ya.

Still, standard of care
requires me to get a head CT,

so blame it on insurance
companies, if you must.

- Hey, I couldn't, uh,
decide what to get,

so I bought the whole rack.

[chuckles]

Did I miss something?

- Uh,
Dr. Halstead just said

that it might be a couple more
hours until he can stitch me up.

You mind running to my place
and walking the dog?

- No, of course.
I'll hurry back.

- Okay, thanks, babe.

- Why do I get the impression
there's something going on

you don't want
either of us to know?

*

- You don't have to send me down
for the CT scan.

*

I can tell you
what it's gonna show.

.

- Dr. Halstead, I got a message
you wanted to see me.

- Yes and no.

Actually, Ms. Dempsey
would like to speak with you.

- Why?

- Mm-mm.

- I was told you wanted to
speak with me.

- Yes, thank you.

Yeah, this is pretty much
as awkward as I imagined,

but now that I told
Dr. Halstead,

I assumed it was
a matter of time

before the head of the hospital
found out as well.

Last year, I was diagnosed
with a disease called

progressive
supranuclear palsy, PSP,

which is a poor relation
to Parkinson's.

- I'm familiar with PSP.

I'm sorry.

What's your prognosis?

- Five more years, maybe ten.

What are you gonna do?
Seize the day, right?

[solemn music]

I'm still able to hide
the symptoms for the most part,

at least from lay people,

which is why I wanted to
talk to you.

- You haven't told Bert,
have you?

- Wanna scare off
a potential guy lickety-split?

Tell him in three years
you won't be able to swallow

or chew...

or breathe without their help.

*

I didn't get a lot of calls
for a second date,

so when I met Bert...

- [exhales] Look--
[chuckles]

Bert and I may have
run our course,

but keeping this from him

is a mistake.
- I'm selfish, I know.

*

I'm scared

to spend the last few years
of my life alone, you know.

*

- Yes, I do.

*

- How long have you owned
this car?

- About two months.

Bought it used from some place
out in Hillside.

Only had 40,000 miles on it.

- Do you know anything
about the previous owner?

- No.

- So what exactly
are we looking for here?

- That's the ride-share app.
- Yeah.

- What's this?
- Uh, I don't know.

It was on there
when we bought it.

- "FAT"--it's not something
you really wanna advertise,

but we couldn't get
the sticker off the car.

- That's actually an IATA code.

It's an airport abbreviation.
That's Fresno International.

- California, Central Valley?

- I suspect your car might have
spores in the air filters.

- They could stay active
that long?

- Yeah, I'm sorry, but the CDC's
gonna have to impound your car.

And we're gonna need to
check and notify

every passenger you have had.

- [sighs]
Okay, it's--I know...

- Hey, Mags,
I need to leave early.

I gotta let the plumber
in my apartment.

- Why can't your girlfriend,
Vicki, do that for you?

- She got deployed.
Germany.

- Oh, that must be hard
on the two of you.

- Well, it's not the two of us
anymore.

- Oh.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- Hey, we dodged a bullet
with that GSW earlier...

- Ah.
- So to speak.

- So to speak.

- Noah thinks you're
some sort of a miracle worker.

- Nah, just a guy who's seen
way too many shootings.

- Oh, Dr. Charles, hey,

I just finished
the last history.

It was fascinating, really.
The patient thought I was an--

- An FBI agent.
I saw.

The system's back up.
But thank you.

- Dr. Charles?

If you wanna fire me, why don't
you just do it already?

- Fire you?

Wait,
why would I wanna fire you?

- Okay, I might not be

the greatest psych intern
of all time,

but I know a little bit
about subtext

and the cognitive unconscious,

and so when you tell me that
there's an opening in the E.D.,

I'm left to wonder--does that
mean you want me to quit psych

and take that job?
- No.

No, it does not
mean that at all.

- Because I am not quitting.

I am sticking with this
all the way,

and so if you wanna
get rid of me,

you're gonna have to do more
than just try to get in my head.

*

- Leah, thank you.

That was a good job today.

- Thank you, Ms. Goodwin.

*

- I forgot you were a pacer.

- [chuckles]
Wore out the rug

every time you were in
the delivery room.

I don't know
why I'm doing it now.

Lyla's just getting stitches.

Nobody ever died of that, right?

- Well, I'm sure
it'll all work out.

- Sharon, um,

I know it was
incredibly insensitive of me

to bring Lyla into your E.D.

You don't deserve
to be treated like this.

- Bert--
- I owe you an apology, Sharon.

I-I-I've--I've crafted
a few in my head.

I've even written some down.
I-I'm just so--

- Bert, please, it's fine.

- Mr. Goodwin?

You wanted to know
when Lyla was all sewn up?

- Yeah, yeah, thanks.

*

You know what, maybe someday,

I can introduce
the two of you formally.

*

- Yeah, sure.

*

- Hey, Nina left this
for you earlier.

- Oh.

Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

So I heard Goodwin's ex
brought his new girlfriend in.

- Yeah, Lyla.
- Oh, that's gotta be tough,

seeing someone you care about
so much with a new lover.

- Yeah, tell me about it.
- Hm.

*

- I mean, I was the one
treating Lyla.

- Right.

- Good night.

- Good night.

*

- Good night, Ms. Goodwin.
- Night.

- I was gonna get
a little drink.

- Yes.

- You find out who paid
the ransom yet?

- You know what?
I don't care.

*

- Who do we have next?

- Two CABGS, back to back.

- At least the hybrid suite's
back online.

Everyone's wondering
who paid the ransom.

- I did.

30 Bitcoin versus the continued
integrity of our services?

Pretty simple math,
don't you think?

*

- Uh, honey, what's going on?

Why are you up?

*

- Seriously,
who can sleep through that?

*

- Through what?
- The rats.

My God,
it's like nails on a chalkboard.

This--this whole city
must be infested.

*

Can't you hear them?

*