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What the hell?

- Hi.
- What, is your Wellness
Program giving out door prizes?

Dr. Kate's prescription
for asthma sufferers.

Reduced dust and mold
in the home means

less doctor visits,
which reduces costs.

It's called, uh...
"Environmental Medicine."

Yeah, I read the same
journal article.

Apparently, Dr. Kate was
more impressed than I was.

- An ounce of prevention, friend.
- Yeah.

This is current patient files.

- Mm-hmm.
- They go here.

Follow-up go down there.

You got your patients awaiting
lab results right here.

And then you have home
visits with medication,
they go back here.

That stir up some
negative energy for you?

- How do you keep it all straight?
- A lot of times

I just stuff them in there
and hope for the best.

How so?

Didn't you and my
sister used to...?

Come on, Anton, I know you were

more than just her
"spiritual" mentor.

Christina and I
share a deep bond

of intimacy that began
at our first retreat.

And, yes, she has
a natural affinity
for the Tantric Arts.

Yeah, that's more of
a visual than I need.

But I have no problem
with her connecting
with another soul.

If you love something,
set it free, right?

Yeah, later, Little Creek.

- Michael.
- Hey, Harrison.

If you're looking
for your wife,

Kate is right back
in the Wellness Room,

probably getting
a vacuum cleaner.

Actually, can, uh,
can we chat first?

Uh, sure. What's up?

I don't know if Kate ever
mentioned this to you, but, uh,

I run a technology
financial group.

Curtis Bio-Investments.

I do my homework.

Me, too.

Uh, and my spies tell me
that Holt Research Group

is doing some very exciting
work in neuroimmunology.

How do immune cells honing in
on glioblastomas grab you?

I heard that your
outside funding fell
through a month ago.

Uh, you know,

every project has its bumps.

Yeah, an-and my firm can
help... smooth them out.

Look, I'm flying to Brussels

in a couple of hours... a
surgical technology conference...

but we, uh, we should have lunch
when I come back next week.

Sounds like a date.

Careful there, Michael.

He'll wine ya, dine ya,
sweep ya right off your feet.

Hey, honey, you got time

for a kiss good-bye?

Have a good trip.

I love you.

Love ya.

Turning into a voyeur?

Wow.

Our own pharmacy.

Another reason why I wish
I hadn't died.

Yeah, I hate to say it,
but, uh,

it did get the ball rolling.

Kate's done amazing things.

I hope she sticks around.

Why wouldn't she?

She's unhappy.

- Wh...
- Oh, come on.

Don't tell me
you haven't noticed

what's going on
between her and her husband.

What?

Well, the way she
turned her cheek

when he went to kiss her,

and he said "I love you,"
and she said... "Love ya."

Come on. They're just, uh,
busy, productive people.

Like we were.

Look what happened to us.

Our mistake
wasn't that we were busy.

It was that we worked together.

Well, why was that a problem?

We were in love.

Exactly.

The clinic should have been
about medicine 24/7,

not about our personal lives.

You're all about medicine,

which may be why you haven't

had a relationship in ten years.

Excuse me?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Did you want to
be alone in here?

No, I'm
sorry. Um... no,

I just can't believe I can't
find what I'm looking for.

Oh, well, what do you need?

I'll get it for you.

Sorry, it can wait.

I need you to take the patient
into Exam One.

Uh, no, I can't.

I got to be in court
in a few hours.

Finally caught up with you, huh?

Oh, Zeke.

I'm gonna be late

if I don't get my charts done
now.

No, no. This is
more important.

It's a little girl
with glass in her foot.

She needs a surgeon's
nimble fingers.

Is it still bleeding?

Nope.

You're doing great, Pilar.

Just a couple more stitches
and, uh, close up the wound.

There we go.

Is that a diorama for school?

- Yeah. It's a village like the
Manhasset Indian Tribe lived in.
- Oh.

Did you know they
used to call Long
Island "Paumanok"?

I did not. What's that mean,
"Land of Shopping Malls"?

"Land of Tribute."

Oh.

Mija, where do
these matches go?

That's the fence, Dad.

It's a smart girl like you
having your dad

do your homework for you.

He's helping 'cause
I forgot it was due today.

Yeah, like, at 10:00
last night.

I was in such a rush
this morning,

I accidentally dropped
a glass of OJ.

And I stepped on the pieces.

Are we almost done?
I have to get to school,

and my dad has to go kill bugs.

I work for a pest control
company. If you ever

need something, somebody,
let me know.

Just leave your card
at the front desk.

I'm sure Dr. Zeke has bugs.

Okay, you are a brave girl.

You got through it.

Me, too.

Hey, Pilar, mija, check it out, honey.

I'm gonna get
an A-plus, Dad.

That's right, you are.

Mr. Sanchez?

Dad!

- A little help in here!
- Dad!

A little help!

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What happened?

Your BP's a little low.
I'd say you fainted.

Pilar? Where
are you, Pilar?

She's right here,
Mr. Sanchez.

- Dad, are you okay?
- I think so.

I should've never looked down.

I get so queasy around
needles and stuff.

Let me guess. Didn't have
any breakfast this morning?

No, I was too busy
with that diorama.

Unfortunately,
I think the diorama's a goner.

Oh...

Honey, I'm so sorry.

It doesn't matter.
We can make another one.

You look good.
Just make sure

you eat something today.

Perhaps something from our
well-stocked vending machine.

Michael, I heard the little
girl's dad fainted.

Hypoglycemia from not eating.

I prescribed 40 grams
of a granola bar.

Okay, so you can do
your charts now, right?

Uh, no. I'm gonna
be late for court.

When are you gonna do 'em?

Later.

Kate!

Yeah?

What's going on?

Holt checks him out;
He's all good.

Minute later when he stands
up to leave... collapses.

It feels like someone's
sitting on my chest.

Is he having a heart attack?

Whatever's happening,

we're gonna take
really good care of him.

Let's get him to
the Trauma Room.

- Can you stand up? All right.
- Yeah.

BP's 130/88. Heart rate's 99.

Both a little high,
but nothing off the charts.

EKG looks normal, too.

Then why does it feel
like my chest is
gonna explode?

Do you feel any pain anywhere
else? Left arm, neck, your jaw?

No, no, no, just right here.

- You ever felt like this before?
- No.

- You have any family history
of heart disease?
- Never.

Look, I don't got time
to be sick.

Pilar's mother died

three years ago.
I'm all she has.

Heart attacks don't always
show up right away on an EKG,

so we're gonna draw some blood

to test your troponin levels.
- My what?

It's an enzyme that leaks out

when heart muscle dies.
It's a quick test.

Oh, come on.
I don't got time for tests.

You just said
you're all Pilar has.

Please don't take a chance
she'll lose you.

Can someone get
my little girl to school

and tell her teacher why
her project got wrecked?

I will have our social worker
take her, all right?

Right now you just lie down.

I'm gonna send a nurse in
to draw your blood.

And I need a rush
on his blood work.

I don't know if we can con Holt

into letting us use his lab.

Michael's actually busy
in court today,

but I'll call Rita
and put it through.

Six of New York's bravest were
injured rescuing residents

from the massive blaze.

But firefighters could not reach
three people fast enough.

Margaret and Robert Ellis
were both pronounced dead

at the scene.
- Push me again, Mommy.

And six-year-old Rebecca Mathis
died of smoke inhalation

in an ambulance rushing
her to the hospital.

Dr. Holt, you're aware that
the defendant, Jake Preston,

was charged five months ago
with three counts of murder

and arson for the fire
you just saw?

Yes. Jake had just been arrested
when he suffered a seizure,

and his parents asked
me to examine him.

Did you discover the cause
of that seizure?

Yeah. Through MRI imaging,
I confirmed that Jake had

a malignant astrocytoma,
a type of brain cancer.

But I suspected he had a tumor
the moment I heard his story.

Because of the seizure?

Jake's parents told me

that he had never been
in trouble before

last year, when
out of the blue,

he began setting fires
in the neighborhood.

Small ones at first,
and then larger ones.

Both the seizure and the
sudden change in behavior

suggested a tumor
on the frontal lobe

of his cerebral cortex...

which... is exactly
where I found it.

What does the frontal lobe do?

It gives us the ability
to recognize

our actions have consequences
and suppresses urges

to do harmful things.

In other words,

Jake's brain cancer took away
his impulse control?

Until I destroyed it
with gamma knife radiosurgery.

So you're saying the surgery
you performed

on my client,
it affected his behavior?

Yeah, almost
immediately.
Jake spent

the night of his procedure
in my surgical center.

Woke up at 2:00 a.m.,
crying and inconsolable,

trying to understand why he had
done something so horrible.

And since then, he has
been contrite and remorseful

and lost any urge
to start fires.

So, in your
professional opinion,

do you believe that Jake Preston

should continue to be confined
in a psychiatric facility,

or do you agree
with his therapist

that he's no longer a threat
to himself or others?

Jake's personality changed
because of the tumor.

Removing it took away any desire

and intent to start fires.

As horrible as the outcome
of this fire was,

he shouldn't
be held responsible.

Thank you,
Dr. Holt.

No further questions.

The People have no questions
for the witness.

How about why he's making
excuses for a killer?

Be quiet or you'll be expelled.

What the hell kind of doctor
you think you are, Holt?

- Officer.
- My wife and I are living in hell

because of what that monster did

to our little girl!

You may step down, Doctor.

The defense rests.

Then we're in recess

while I make my decision.

Released into our custody.

Could have been a lot worse.

Thank you for everything,
Dr. Holt.

I'm just doing my job.

- Maybe we should go out the back.
- Mom,

no matter what made
me start those fires,

I'm the one who did it.

I have to face them.

There'll be a time for that,

Jake, but I don't think

it's now.

Thank you.

Yeah, bad time, Rita.

Sorry, Michael.

Dr. Sykora called
and sweet-talked me

into running a few lab tests

for a Clinica patient.

Yeah, well, she can
be very persuasive.

Yeah, speaking of which,

she wants to persuade you
to come back over there

and finish your charts.

To be honest, it sounded
more like a friendly threat.

All right, tell her I'll be back
at the Clinica tonight,

uh, but I got to go.

Are you proud of yourself?

What I did in there
wasn't personal.

It's science.

It's my job as a doctor

to tell the truth.

Well, I hope
you can sleep tonight.

'Cause we won't.

What'd the test say?

- Did I have a heart attack?
- No,

your troponin levels are fine,

but your white count and your
liver tests are abnormal.

So why do I feel worse
than I did before?

And why is it
so damn hot in here?

Are you still having
pain in this area?

No, all over now.

Fever is 102.

Okay, I'm gonna push down

right here and I want you
to take a deep breath.

- Ready?
- Uh-huh.

Aah!

No, no, no, right there.

Right there, a-and I,
and I feel it

in a little part
of my back now, too.

Positive Murphy signs
with epigastric tenderness

radiating to his chest.

You thinking infected
gallbladder?

I think an ultrasound
will tell us for sure.

Mr. Sanchez, I'm sorry,

we're going to have
to run another test.

Whatever's going on with you,

I'm guessing it's going
to involve

you spending the night
in the hospital.

Please just let me get well
so I can go home

to my little girl.

That we're going to do.

It's closing time.
I'm gonna lock up
while you get him prepped.

Say good night
to Christina for me, yeah?

I thought you quit.

Yeah, I did quit, you're right.

You know what?

To hell with this.

Good, 'cause I don't like
to kiss guys that smoke.

No?

You see anything?

Unfortunately,
acute cholecystitis.

Your gallbladder is inflamed
and full of stones.

The stone
in your common bile duct

is what's causing your pain.

But I'll live, right?

Pilar won't be alone.

Only while her father
is in surgery

having his gallbladder removed.

All right, I'm gonna call you

an ambulance and you can
tell your daughter

which hospital to meet you at.

So you want to go grab

a drink?

There's a bar
around the corner...

Miguel's Tavern.

Yeah, that sounds great.

Okay.

I'll meet you over there.
Let me... I got to...

let me lock up,
put my stuff down.

- Okay.
- I'll meet you over there.

- I'll see you over there.
- All right, see you over there.

- Okay.
- Miguel's.

You got a screw loose, Zeke.

In the blinds, I mean.

What, are you spying
on me up there?

Uh, wait a minute, am I
stepping on toes here?

- Are you and she...?
- No, no, not at all.

Draping the shackles
of commitment over someone

isn't my trip,
but I do need to ask

about your intentions with her.

About my intentions?

What are you, her dad?

Be careful, Zeke.

Christina's got a good heart,
but it's fragile.

Okay, yeah, s-sure.

Taking off?

Yeah, just have to fix
one more sticky window

in the Wellness Room.

Uh, I'm sorry, ma'am,

we're closed for the night.

Then lock the door.

Look, whatever it is you want,

just tell me and
I'll make it happen.

Turn off the lights.

Put the keys down.

Close the blinds.

Can I make a request that you
not point that thing at me?

'Cause I'm kind of allergic
to getting shot.

Be quiet.

Zeke, what happened
to the lights?

Who else is here?

It's another doctor

and a sick patient.

I turned them off!

Okay, turn them back on.

A serious problem.

Mr. Sanchez has got to get
his gallbladder out.

We have a bigger
problem than that.

- Okay.
- All right.

It's okay, it's okay.

Don't do anything stupid,
or you're gonna die.

If you've come here for drugs,
you've come to the wrong place.

We don't stock narcotics.

Shut your mouth.

Fine, I'm gonna toss you
the key to the pharmacy.

You can see for yourself.

I don't want that.

Who else is down there...
just the patient?

Yes.

All right, put your
cell phones down there.

Both of you,
your cell phones right there.

Let's go.

Good. Back.

What's going on with the lights?

Who the hell is that?

That's our handyman.

That's our handyman Anton.

You're lying to me, huh?

Okay,

okay, lady.

Whatever is bugging you,

we can fix it without that.

Okay, you, too, you give me
your cell phone, come on.

I don't have one. I...

What are you talking about?
Everybody has a cell phone.

Not if you believe that the
radiation causes brain tumors.

What's with him, huh?

- Some kind of joker?
- No.

Empty your pockets right now.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

No phone.

If you're not here for drugs,

why don't you just
tell us what you want?

Michael Holt.

Rita, what are you
still doing here?

Thought I'd get a jump
start on tomorrow,

which is a
jam-packed day,

so I suggest you get your
butt home and get some sleep.

Uh, I got to head over
to the clinic for a few hours

and finish my charts.

- It's late... place is closed.
- Yeah, I know.

Kate will be there for
a little bit doing paperwork.

Yeah, since when do you want
to go back to the Clinica?

Yeah, since when, Michael?

Need I remind you that
Kate Sykora is married?

For the time being anyway.

You know, I have
no interest in Kate Sykora,

so everyone can just relax.

Everyone?

It's just a figure of speech.

Hmm,

sort of like
"protesting too much."

Michael, all I'm saying is,

it's dangerous to fish

off the company pier.

That is

another good saying.

You know what?
They're just charts.

I'm gonna call Kate

and tell her I'm not
going to come over.

What do you want with Dr. Holt?

That's none of your business.

Where is he?

I have no idea.

Call him.

I'm not gonna do that.

What did you say to me?

She's not going to do it,
and neither am I.

He wouldn't come
if I called him.

That's him.

You answer it.

Answer it!

Lady, why don't you just tell us
what you want?

Hi, it's Kate,
you know the drill.

Okay.

Well?

Looks like she's not
working late after all.

So you're going home?

After my last set of rounds.

So long... everyone.

You shouldn't have
said no to me.

Did you call the cops?

I called an ambulance
for my patient.

You.

- Get rid of it.
- That man needs

to get to a hospital
for an emergency surgery.

Get rid of him.

All right.

Hey, false alarm.

What happened?

Dr. Sykora said you had
a patient in distress.

Yeah, you know, I told
him I called for a bus,

and he got squirrely,
he took off.

Okay.

We'll let the hospital know.

All right, don't work too hard.

All right. Thanks.

Now get back in here.

Lady?

Nice and easy.

Walk out of here now.

We'll forget the whole thing.

You made a mistake.

Michael Holt is not
coming here tonight.

All right.

We'll wait.

We're both doctors, so,

maybe we can help you with
whatever it is that you want.

What's that?

It's just my patient's alarm.

He's a father. He's very sick.

I need to check on him.

All right.

We're gonna go together.

All of us are gonna go.

Move it.

Heart rate's 110, BP's 90,

and temp is 104.

Oh, damn it, he's septic.

- What does that mean?
- It means the infection

in his gallbladder
is now in his blood.

Okay. Give him something
for that.

What he needs is a ride
to the hospital

and surgery as soon as possible,
or he's a dead man.

No one is leaving here.

Well, then we're gonna
have to perform the surgery

ourselves right here.

Hey, hey, hey, don't move!

Lady, this man could die.

He hasn't done anything to you.

What are you doing,
trying to trick me, huh?

Yeah, that's right.

We're trying to trick you into
letting us perform a surgery

we haven't done in years
with a gun pointed in our faces.

Are you gonna let us save
this man, or are we gonna

stand here and watch him die?

All right.

All right, all right.

You two, operate.

You tie him up.
He's not a doctor.

Tie him up.
You can use this.

Let me see.

Yeah, that'll work. Here.

Hands. Let me see
what you're doing.

Nothing personal.

It's okay. I know.

There.

That's good.
It's good.

Ankles, too.

Sit him down there

and get his ankles, all right?

Nice and tight together.

Am I at the hospital?

We're actually going to

do the surgery here
if we have your consent.

If I don't make it,

will you tell Pilar
how much I love her?

You'll tell her yourself.

You're gonna make it.

Okay.

I'm going to give you something
now to put you out.

What's your name, sister?

Don't talk to me.

Might help to talk.

Relieve some of the anger

you're feeling so you don't have
to lash out with violence.

Now is not

a good time, man. Zip it.

Zip it for him.

Sorry.

What are you doing
with my phone?

How's Mr. Somers?

Post ventriculostomy
CT looks good.

You, on the other hand,
look beat.

Thank you. Yeah,
it's time to go home.

Or not.

- Yeah. Who's that?
- Kate.

She needs my help.

He's coming.

We're just gonna let

Michael walk into this?

What choice do we have?

What's taking so long?

Just trying not
to kill the patient.

Why don't you join the club?

Just be quiet
and get it done, all right?

BP's responding to the fluid
bolus. Vitals are stabilizing.

At least someone's gonna sleep
through this insanity.

Hope Eduardo doesn't
mind a shaky incision.

You're doing great.

Extend the incision

inferolaterally
ten centimeters more.

Okay. I'll retract,

you divide the rectus sheath.

You know, lady, all of us,

at one point or another have
wanted to shoot Michael Holt.

What's your beef with him?

- None of your business.
- I mean, I'm serious.

The guy's a real pain
in the ass.

I got stories,

Kate's got stories.
I mean, hell.

Anton over there...
he's known him longer

than either of us. He probably
got a list a mile long.

Why don't you ungag him,
you two can compare notes?

Shut up. Don't be
such a smart-ass, okay?

Don't mess with me.

All right?
Don't mess with me.

She's right, Zeke.
Don't upset her.

She might do something
really stupid,

like take a bunch of strangers
hostage for no reason.

You know what?
I got my reason,

so you keep

your mouth shut, too!

Okay, okay, easy.

Just do your job.

I need you to
retract the duodenum.

Okay, I got it.
Retracting it.

Yup, I see the gallbladder.

Let's get that little
sucker out of there.

Where the hell is he?

What the...

Oh, don't tell me

you and your "patient in
trouble" have left already.

Kate? You still here?

Kate?

Not a word.

Hello.

Get back against the wall.
Come on.

We can't just stop in
the middle of surgery.

I got to get a clip
on his cystic artery.

I said no.

Whoa.
Clean-up on aisle three.

He's gonna die
one way or the other.

Got it.

Hello?

Hey, you having a party in here?

Whoa.

Come in and close the door.

- What the hell? What, uh...
- Do what I say.

That's the guy who
fainted on me this morning.

Emergency cholecystectomy.

Michael, she texted you
from my cell. I'm so sorry.

Speak or move again,
and you're dead, all right?

Get in here now,

or everyone dies.
- Okay.

Okay.

Don't need to, uh,
shoot anyone here.

That's far enough.

Down on your knees.

- Lady, whatever this is about...
- On...

Your... knees.

Put your hands
behind your back.

What...?
What's that?

Our patient's
blood pressure dropped.

His cystic artery
must be bleeding.

If you don't let us stop it,

you are going to leave
a ten-year-old girl

without a father.

Fix him.
Fix him. Do it.

- All right, let me help.
- No, no! You stay where you are.

I'm a surgeon, all right?

Anything they're gonna do,
I can do ten times better

and quicker.
- You arrogant son of a bitch.

Just them.

Artery clip's popped off,
his belly's filling with blood.

Now I see the tear.

Uh, you suction, I'll suture.

You want to tell me
what you want?

When I'm ready.

Rita?

Is Dr. Holt on call tonight?

Mr. Somers' intracranial
pressure is building.

- Is his EVD blocked?
- It doesn't appear to be.

I need a doctor to
come flush the line.

I'll give him a call.

You're not such a big shot now,
are you, Dr. Holt?

Do I know you?

I'd remember you
if you were a patient.

Oh, right, right, right.

Because you're so smart.
You know everything.

I would never go to a quack
like you.

Don't move!

It's a phone.

It's my assistant.

What, she's gonna
come to the rescue?

You're so high and mighty,

the world can't
go on without you?

You know what?

The world...

doesn't care about you.

Or me.

Or anyone else.

Odd. He never ignores my calls.

Uh... tell you what.

Dr. Sujishi is backup tonight.

Call him to come in.

Thanks, Rita.

Look, whatever problems
you have with me

can we just at least go to
another room so they can work?
- You are done

telling people what to do.

Do you want to be responsible
if that man dies?

Don't turn this around on me.

Who's that?

- That's my assistant.
- Yeah? Yeah?

Well...

to hell with her, too.

What the hell was that?

911, what is your emergency?

Could you send a patrol car to
a storefront on Avenue D, 443?

Clinica Sanando.

You see those tanks?

We have an open flow
of oxygen here, okay?

Y-you shoot like that again,
you could blow us all up!

- Good!
- Just take your finger off
the trigger, please.

You okay?

Listen.

Whatever it is I did to you,

or whatever you think I did,
just let them go, all right?

They have no reason to be here.

- What are you doing?
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm rattled,
I'm not used to operating

with a gun waving around!
- Pick them up!

I can't. It's a sterile field.

- Pick them up!
- Can't.

He's right.

Just look at me, lady.

I don't know who you are,

or what this is about.

Just tell me what you want,

and I will get it for you.

- You can't.
- Try me.

I-I-I've got money,
I've got connections.

You can't bring people back
from the dead, can you?

You can't... you can't
give me back my Rebecca.

That's your daughter.

She was murdered in a fire.

The fire that Jake Preston set.

She was in her room.

She was doing her homework.

She always did her homework

before she watched TV.

We never even had to ask her.

And I was doing the dishes,

and my husband comes in,
he says,

"Tracy, is something
burning in here?"

And I said, "No."

But then,

he smelled smoke,
and then I smelled it, too.

Before... we could...
get to her room...

Tracy... I'm sorry.

What are you talking about,
you're sorry?

Do you understand

you are the reason

that my daughter's killer
got off today.

Jake Preston

had a brain tumor.

I-I don't care.

I couldn't even
go into court today

and look at that little monster.

Then my husband came home
and told me

he was set free because of you.

And like I said to your husband,

I was just doing my job
as a physician.

Exactly right.

You have money;
You have connections.

People listen to you.

And that's why my
daughter's killer was set free.

He heard you saying

on the phone that
you were coming here tonight.

That's when I knew
what I had to do.

No, but that's just it;
You don't

have to do anything, Tracy.
- Yes, I do.

Look.

Look at... look at her.

This is who that boy killed.

He should have to pay
for what he did to her.

He should not have gotten off

after what he did to my baby.

Someone's got to pay.

Someone's got to pay.

- Anton!
- Anton!

Oh, God!

Don't move!

Anton!

- Anton!
- Oh.

I didn't mean to do it.

- Well, just let me help him.
- No. Stay where you are.

- And just watch him bleed to death?
- No.

It's okay.

If it's my time...

No, Anton, it is not your time.

Anton?

I can't... I can't breathe...

Okay, Anton?

Anton. Anton!

Do you hear that?

He is drowning in his own blood
right now, do you hear that?

- That's your fault.
That's because of you.
- No.

Help me...

Do you want Rebecca
to see you kill someone?

What? What are you...

She's dead.

What if people don't die
like we think?

What if they're around us,
uh, somehow,

and can see us?

- What are you saying?
- If Rebecca's spirit was here,

and Rebecca's watching
you right now,

wouldn't you want to show her

that you could
do the right thing,

and just...

drop the gun?

Oh, God!

I miss my daughter so much.

I know.

Zeke, close up.
I got it.

All right.
Closing up.

- Michael...
- This is gonna hurt a little.

Is the bullet still in him?

Uh, no, it's through
and through his shoulder,

but it must've nicked his lung.

Okay... It's okay, Dad,
you're gonna be just fine.

Shh. Hang on.

Breathing sounds severely
diminished on the right.

Trachea's shifted.

An air leak is causing
a tension pneumothorax.

Needling his chest won't help

if there's blood around the
lung. He needs a chest tube.

- We don't have any chest tubes.
- Well, give me something that'll work.

Uh... there's a, there's a liver
failure clinic on Thursdays.

I can get you
a paracentesis catheter.

That's fine. Don't need
a calendar, need a tube.

Please tell me you
know how to do this.

Ten years ago.
Salmon fisherman

gaffed himself on a boat...

collapsed a lung.

Thank God one of us
worked in Alaska.

Sorry, Little Creek.

More pain.

- You're okay.
- All right, Anton.

We're draining the blood around
your lung to let it expand.

There we go.

Good air movement.

Strong pulse.

NYPD! Anyone in there?

I'll get the cops.

Call an ambulance.

Tracy...

Come here.

It's over.

I am so sorry.

I only wanted my baby back.

I know.

Everybody take it easy;
Nobody's coming through here.

- Please, you have to let me in.
- My daddy's inside!

He was supposed to show up
to the hospital

but he never did.
I know he's inside!

It's okay, it's okay.
You can let her through.

Daddy!

Hey, Pilar.

Look who's here.

- Daddy!
- Hi, sweetheart.

- Michael?
- Sorry, ma'am, nobody gets through.

No, no, it's okay.
It's my sister.

I was supposed to meet Zeke
at the bar down the street.

- What's going on? Is everyone okay?
- Uh...

They are now.

I'm sure he'll be
happy to see you.

Zeke!

I waited so long for you.

Sorry I stood you up.

Night didn't quite
go as planned.

Are you hurt?

No. I'm fine.

Anton got a little tear
in his energetic body.

- What do you mean?
- He got shot.

- Oh!
- But he's fine. He's okay.

Oh.

Christina.

- You were shot?
- Yeah.

Come see me in the hospital?

Yeah, I'm going to
ride with you.

Um... I'm gonna go with him.

Of course.

You okay?

Yeah.

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