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Come on, Jordan. Kick it up. Swag it
off.

Oh, God.

Swag it off.

What happened?

You all right? I can't catch my breath.

I can't catch my breath. Put your hands
behind your head and lift up your chest

and let more air in. It's like when I
was a kid, you know, asthma.

It's weird, you know.

Anybody got an inhaler?

No, no, no, no. No, it's okay.

It's okay. I'm okay. I'm okay. No, it's
fine.

You're off the game last week, too, all
right? I smell like you.

Yeah, see, that's what I was saying
before.

Why don't you come with me to the clinic
and get checked out? Well, I thought

you were a brain surgeon. What are you
talking about?

I work part -time at a clinic. It's a
long story. Listen, it's not far from...

No, no, I hate doctors. I hate doctors.
No offense. George, I'm not going to

perform a craniotomy on you. Besides, we
don't have insurance, so... Can't do

it. It's a free clinic.

George.

Any other excuses?

Fever says sex. The correct answer is
either male or female, not yes with an

exclamation point.

Dr. Holt, first official day at work,
and you're already doing patient

This is George.

Sudden shortness of breath playing
soccer with retractions. He's stable

Possible occurrence of childhood asthma.
Is room three open?

Yeah, here.

Sign this for me. I'm fine. Take you
back. I'm sure you are. Just humor me.

can actually see the patient in exam
one. Seems like your kind of head case.

Thank you.

Home was male, 40, staggering, seemed
pretty drunk.

End up... I don't know how they let you
dress at the other joint, but we have

standards. You can get scrubs out of my
office.

Did you start him on a banana bag? Yeah,
he's sobered up a little, but he still

seems pretty out of it. George, why
don't you have a seat right there?

You know, it could be a bad urinary
tract infection making him altered.

Pretty unusual for a man in his 40s. No,
we see it in street people all the

time.

Dehydration, poor hygiene, prone to
infection.

Anyway, have him pee in a cup and tell
you who's president.

Just so you know, George hates doctors.

Maybe it's you.

Dr. Holt's a good soccer player?

He's kind of show -offy, but yeah.

I'm hearing congestion, but no wheezing.

I don't think it's asthma.

You could have an upper respiratory
infection.

Well, I mean, I've had this sinus thing.

Probably got it on a plane.

You fly a lot, breathing in people's
germs all the time.

Where have you been flying to so much?

Mumbai. Once every couple months.

Jet lag bug you? Makes me nutty. I never
sleep great anyway.

India, huh?

Or, uh, fun or for profit?

My uncle, he has a store on 28th and
Lex.

Actually started out as a stock boy, now
I'm one of his buyers.

Here you go.

Has that been happening a lot?

No.

George, I'm going to run some tests on
you, all right?

Let's see what's kicking around in that
chest of yours.

You know, I'm actually feeling better.
Don't sweat it.

It'll be quick and, I promise,
relatively painless.

You've got to sit still for me.

You've got to sit still.

No. What?

No. You need to keep this in, okay? This
is saline and vitamins. I'm going to

examine you to see if you got a head
injury.

There's no bust, okay?

This is a clinic.

Sounds like you could use some help.
Just get me 10 milligrams of haloperidol

and a mop.

Sir?

I can't help you if you don't let me
examine you. Now get back on the table.

Let me wear my shirt.

I don't know how.

All right, but then you got to let me
put that IV back in.

Don't the hell care at all.

Hang on.

That's my work.

How can you tell?

Exactly.

One and a quarter inches, no stitch
marks, and a perfect line.

Hey.

Donnie?

Are you Donnie Bremer?

Help me with my buttons.

Why do I know that name?

Uh, he's a football player.

Right, right, he...

Cracked his back. They said he'd never
play again. Yeah, until I operated on

him. Donnie.

Donnie, it's Dr. Holt. You fractured
your spine. I fixed you. You remember

Dr. Holt?

Yeah.

You recognize me?

I know you.

Good.

Who am I?

Dr. Sikora, no crazy thing about that
guy you asked me to see. Turns out...

friend George split.

Been running this place for a week.
Patients are already jumping ship. Maybe

should have let me treat him. He was
coughing up blood in pulmonary distress.

He's been traveling back and forth to
Mumbai.

They're lousy with TB there. You think
he's got tuberculosis? Why'd you let him

leave? Oh, well, because I left my
handcuffs at home this morning. What do

mean, why did I let him leave? I went to
the supply closet to get a PPD.

Came back to the room. He was gone. If
he's got tuberculosis, then everybody

close to him is at risk. His wife, his
co -workers, all the passengers on those

flights. Yeah, the health department's
going to want to know about this. Well,

you can't do a skin test if he's gone.

Lesson number one for the day. You work
in family medicine, you look for other

options. Chest x -ray, that one's out
too.

There's a new test.

Quantiferen CB Gold. Uses blood and you
get the results within 24 hours.

Never heard of it.

You better broke up.

You gonna use that?

Yeah.

I have a friend who works at a lab on
14th Street.

Said they'd do tests for the clinic.

Pro bono in case of an emergency. And I
think staving off an outbreak of

tuberculosis counts.

You sure?

I have consent.

The release George signed said we can
run tests at our discretion.

And in my little game of rock, scissors,
paper, paper wins.

Fair enough. Call me when you hear it.

What is this, a drive -by? You're
leaving already?

I'll make it up to you.

I gotta take the guy in room one over to
Holt. Why?

He's an old patient of mine.

Rita.

Before you say anything.

Donnie Bremer.

My goodness, it's so nice to see you
again.

Hello.

Donnie came into the clinic today, but I
thought he could use a little Holt TLC.

Let me get a wheelchair.

Donnie, I still have that picture you
signed for me.

Making that interception at the
playoffs, 2003.

It's hanging in our den right next to
the TV.

Let's book Donnie for an MRI right away.
Here, sit up, pal.

Call Flores for a site consult.

Donnie, I'm going to take excellent care
of you.

Good luck before.

Yeah.

By the way, those scrubs don't do your
butt any favor.

You've got to be kidding me. The Donnie
Bremmer?

I shouldn't be shocked. His post
-football life was a disaster.

Bankruptcy, divorce, booze. It doesn't
make sense that he'd end up on the

street. I've seen it over and over
again.

Fans stop screaming, the money dries up.

Guys with their identities, they can't
cope.

Maybe he'd been better off if I hadn't
gotten him back on the field for that

last season. I mean, that's when he went
off the rails. He probably thought he

was invincible.

You think he's got alcoholic dementia?

He's severely ataxic.

Lost in a fog.

Could also be a stroke or a cerebellar
tumor.

Okay.

Sure, this is Donnie's film? Yes, Dr.
Holt. I just did the study.

It looks completely clear.

No brain atrophy, no demyelination.

I was hoping for a tumor.

Something nice and benign. Slice it out,
a couple weeks of rest, he's good as

new. I'm sorry. Since when is a normal
MRI bad news?

When it's someone who's spent his entire
career taking hits to the head.

Donnie's got CTE.

Every time a running back broke through
the line. Damn, every receiver that came

across the middle. Damn, every time he
got a concussion and went back into the

game, that cost him. His memory, his
personality.

Damn it.

What did the test show?

Nothing. Donnie's got chronic traumatic
encephalopathy, which is a kind of... I

know what it is. I read Sports
Illustrated.

Are you sure it's not something else?

You ruled out every other possibility.

The only way to confirm CTE is through
an autopsy. The damage done to his brain

cells can only be seen under microscope.
There's no cure for this, is there?

Scour the literature. Contact every
institution doing research.

Find me a way to help.

Hey, Kate, what is it?

Yes or no? George does not have TB. So
now we don't have to worry about him

infecting an entire city.

That's why he's coughing up blood.

What else do we know about him?

Besides the fact that people in white
coats send him into a frenzy. Not a lot.

Decent guy.

Nice wife.

Good job.

Could he be using drugs?

I mean, he didn't want me to run any
tests.

Are you there? Did we get caught off?

Uh, you know what? I'm going to go talk
to him. See if I can get him to come in

for more tests.

Hey, George.

Hey, what's up, Doc?

You ever get sick of hearing that?

With the leg.

Yeah, the legs are still a little wonky
from the game this morning.

Looks like you're having a little
trouble with the arms, too.

So talk to me.

Why'd you leave the clinic?

Oh, yeah.

Tell that lady doctor I'm sorry. You
know, I just don't like people poking

around at me, that's all.

Well, people who avoid doctors are
usually the ones afraid of being sick.

Oh, yeah, well, that's not me.

Even with a history of drug use?

Did you hear that?

More than once I have heard you say that
soccer is my high now.

That was just talk, man. I bet if I took
a good look at that tattoo, I'd see it

covering up track marks.

Listen to me, I know you don't think you
have any use for doctors, but we're

pretty observant. You tell anybody and I
will hurt you.

Okay, if Maria ever finds out, I swear
to God. I got better things to do with

time than go around gossiping about you.

But with your symptoms and a history of
drug use, I gotta ask, have you ever

been tested for HIV?

Right when I got clean, yeah.

Okay, what about since then? Could have
been too soon for the virus to show up.

You think I'd expose my wife? Not
intentionally.

But your cough could be pneumocystis
pneumonia, and if you have that, you

antibiotics. And if you're HIV positive,
you better get started on the

antiretrovirals right away. Man, you're
way off, all right? Just get lost. Just

listen to me.

Come back to the clinic with me,
especially if you're worried about

20 minutes or less, you'll have your
answer one way or the other. You don't

me what to do. Don't be stupid. I said
leave.

To what do I owe the honor? You here,
off the clock?

Does your friend's lab still have
George's blood?

How come?

I want to run an HIV test.

TB test made me think compromised immune
system, plus he's coughing up blood,

and I saw muscle weakness in his arms
and legs.

Well, he didn't mention he was having
trouble sleeping.

Night sweats, maybe?

Why didn't he come back in with you?
Because he's an ass.

Does George want this test?

Michael, did he give you permission to
run the test?

What happened to Miss We Do What We Have
To? It's doctor, we do what we have to,

and this is a little more sensitive,
don't you think?

We need to run his blood for HIV.

You went in there and scared the crap
out of him, didn't you? Not how we do

things in family medicine.

Call the lab.

You call the lab.

Give me the number.

I don't like this.

Then fire me.

My son always says playing high school
football is what got him prepared for

army.

He was already shipped out to Iraq for
his first tour the last time you were

here.

As a matter of fact, that season, 2006,
when you went back after Dr. Holt

operated on you, my husband and I would
watch the games every Sunday, and Lenny

Jr., he watched from over there at the
same time.

Felt like we were together as a family
for a little bit.

So...

I'm glad you can't see me now.

I destroyed everything.

You were sick.

Your brain was sick. You didn't know.

for you.

I thought maybe you ran away and joined
the circus.

Donnie's finally sleeping.

Trying to locate any relatives that
might take him in.

His wife divorced him years ago. No
kids.

Well, if you can't find anybody, just
start calling nursing homes.

I'm sure all the nursing homes in the
tri -state area are just waiting for the

next 200 -pound strapping 40 -year -old
to stop by.

They're not going to be able to deal
with someone with his size and strength.

I'll find somebody.

What's all this good?

Uh, Dr. Salinger called.

Liz, have an ortho consult for me? Her
daughter, Chloe, found her passed out in

the bathroom this morning.

Liz here with her? She wanted to be, but
she had an emergency surgery.

Chloe is waiting in room one.

So your mom said she found you
unconscious this morning.

For like two seconds.

So tell me what happened.

I hit my head on the stupid medicine
cabinet mirror.

How'd you do that?

Opened the door.

forgot to close it, bent down, stood up.

Well, you're lucky you didn't crack your
head open.

Yeah, that's me.

Lucky.

Any dizziness or nausea? No.

What is that?

Paint? I don't... I don't know. I don't
know nothing.

Have you had any other symptoms before
today?

Headaches? Neck pain?

I haven't been feeling anything.

Well, I'll tell you what, since you did
lose consciousness, even if just for two

seconds, I'd like to run a CT scan.

One of my nurses will set you up.

Hey, Donnie, how you feeling?

The shower was good.

You want us to get that hat clean for
you?

No, it's good.

I'd like to talk to you about what you
have.

It's called chronic traumatic
encephalopathy.

Billy, no.

Apolitano.

Pull back. They've played together three
seasons.

Billy, he had it.

I visited him.

He didn't do nothing.

two years ago.

CTE is a result of injuries to your
head.

I want to electrically stimulate your
brain. See if I can wake it up again.

I've never done this surgery on somebody
with CTE before, but I'm game if you

are. Think of this operation as a Hail
Mary pass.

You guys won your second championship
off of one of those.

This was taken right afterwards.

We booked the OR for this afternoon.
Call Victor Lynn.

Will do.

Don't screw it up.

Any word from Kate at the clinic? We're
waiting on an HIV test.

I'll check on it.

Michael!

I was finishing up a bone graft. Sorry
it took me so long to get here.

Do you have her results yet?

Chloe's in the CT right now.

I hope we can chalk this up to my
daughter just being a cop.

Liz, is there any reason Chloe would
want to hurt herself?

Why?

What color is the paint in her bathroom?

Pale yellow.

I don't think Chloe accidentally bumped
her head against the medicine cabinet.

Let me pull her up.

I think she banged her head against the
wall on purpose.

Hard enough to knock herself out.

She's self -injuring, Liz.

I thought we were getting past it.

It?

Five months ago, Chloe and her best
friend Lauren, they were coming into the

city to see Wicked.

Lauren drove, and I guess they didn't
want to spend money parking in a lot.

parked far away, past 10th Avenue.

They were coming back from the show.

To the car.

And, uh... A son of a bitch with a gun.

Lauren was looking in her bag for her
keys, and of course she would have given

him her keys.

But she couldn't find them fast enough.

He shot her.

In front of Chloe.

My daughter watched her best friend die.

We tried a therapist, but after two
sessions, she refused to go back.

But I hear her thrashing around at
night. She has terrible dreams.

And now that... Can you help her?

I'm not sure what I can do for her.

I'm a neurosurgeon.

Michael, please, think of something.

Now Chloe's behavior makes sense. She
was trying to replace the emotional pain

with the physical one by banging her
head. Well, CT's fine, so that's good.

So, short of a time machine, what do we
have in our arsenal for?

Therapy. They tried and she bailed. Not
going to do a lot of good staring at you

for 50 minutes three times a week.

What about propranolol? It's a blood
pressure medication.

They're using it for PTSD.

How's it administered?

40 milligrams orally. Then after it's in
the patient's system, they're asked to

recall a traumatic event in specific
detail. It prevents the adrenaline from

surging when the patient remembers what
happened.

Wow. So in essence, we're training the
brain not to react so viscerally.

Memory becomes less painful.

All right, this is going to work.

You had no right to tell him. Go get
your own story to tell people.

You keep saying you're fine. Why did you
slam your head against a wall?

For fun.

Chloe.

I'm sorry about what happened to your
friend.

And to you. Yeah, it sucked.

And if you're planning on keeping me
locked in here until I talk to another

shrink and get all boo -hoo -hoo about
Lauren, you can forget it.

There is a medication that might make
the memory less painful.

Propranolol. It's a beta blocker. You'd
only have to take it a few times.

Is it safe?

Very few side effects. Patients have
been taking it in much larger doses for

years for high blood pressure.

When can she start? Now.

Why not? It's my brain. It's my memory.

I found you unconscious on the bathroom
floor. How am I going to find you the

next time?

I'm not doing it.

This could help you feel better. Chloe,
please.

Get out, both of you.

I'll keep her overnight for observation.

I want to show you something.

This is who Chloe really is.

Is that her friend, Lauren?

Yeah, the morning it happened.

You know how kids post pictures on
Facebook one a day for the whole year?

Chloe was doing that.

She was really excited, talking about
maybe becoming a photojournalist.

She hasn't touched her camera.

Not since Lauren died.

I want her back.

She's a minor, Liz.

Force her to do the treatment.

I do admire you, Michael.

I never could muck around in people's
heads the way you do.

Oh, you're doing a pretty good job in
mine.

It's not a good time for a visit. I got
a teenage girl refusing treatment.

A guy on my soccer team who may have
AIDS.

Well, maybe that's exactly why I'm here
now. Your guess is as good as mine.

Who's this patient?

Donnie Bremer. Former football player.

Broke his back a few years ago. I got
him on the field again.

Problem is there's no evidence this will
work.

No record of anyone even trying it with
his particular pathology.

Someone has to go first. I like his odds
if it's you. Thanks.

I like him too.

What did I used to say about you? The
ego has landed?

I knew it kind of works.

Can I ask you something?

Consult?

Doctor to doctor?

Oh, please.

I miss being a doctor more than I miss
bubble baths. And you know how much I

loved bubble baths.

Did you ever put a patient on medication
against their will?

Never.

Well, that was definitive.

Well, I yelled at people because they
didn't take their insulin or called the

pharmacy to check they'd picked up their
meds.

That's not what you're talking about, is
it? No, it's to help someone forget the

worst moment of her life.

Well, not forget, exactly, but just
soften the blow.

I can fix her. I don't understand why
someone would choose to suffer.

It's called being human.

Says the dead woman.

Well, we experience pain so we can learn
from it, don't we?

The tough times always made me
ultimately much stronger.

Especially if I had someone to talk to.

Not everyone is you.

You then.

If you could take a pill and forget what
happened to us.

I've got surgery in five minutes. Or say
you could erase Alaska, our marriage,

me, forever.

Goodbye.

Would you?

I have tried to forget you for the last
ten years.

Clearly, I wasn't meant to.

How'd it go?

Where you at? You even have to ask? Went
off without a hitch. Thanks, Vic.

Later.

When will we know how well it worked?

As soon as he wakes up. What's next?

Two things.

You got a call from a lab saying that
the HIV test on your patient is

And Kate Sakura called. She said to tell
you that George's wife is on her way

over there. Yep. I'm on my way.

You need to get your shoes resold.
Running around so much.

Welcome to my world.

George must be relieved about the
negative results.

He's not answering his phone. I haven't
even been able to tell him.

Okay, so if it's not TB and it's not
HIV, what are we looking at?

Michael. This is George's wife, Maria.
This is Dr. Sikora. Hi, Maria. What's

going on? George is gone. He ran away.

Did he say why?

He said we couldn't be together anymore
and to go to Clinica Sanado and have you

do an AIDS test.

Okay, come on in.

Do you think that I cheated on him? That
I gave him AIDS?

He's the love of my life. I would
never... Maria, George is HIV negative.

Sit down.

Why would he leave me that message?

Has everything been okay between the two
of you?

Well, usually, but... I don't want to
say anything bad about him. He's such a

good man.

If you tell us what's going on, we can
help you.

He's been kind of crazy.

Crazy how?

He gets mad real quick.

Like he's someone else to me. He was
never like that.

Have you noticed anything out of the
ordinary physically?

He's been losing weight.

He says it's on purpose, but I don't
think it's good for him.

And you hardly eat what I make for him
anymore.

Now all he does is eat chips and
pretzels instead of real food.

Or else he pours salt on everything.

Salt. Tons. I said he's going to give
himself a heart attack. He keeps doing

that. He's got attitude disease.

What is that?

It means that his adrenal glands aren't
working properly. It explains the weight

loss. Salt cravings. Personality
changes, muscle weakness.

He's probably had it for months, and now
it's acute.

Are you serious?

Yeah. He needs to be treated right away.
Is there someplace George goes when he

gets upset?

The only time we ever had a big fight,
when we were dating, he said he spent

night at the soccer field.

Okay, I want you to go home in case
George comes back. We'll check out the

field.

Where do you keep the hydrocortisone?
I'll get it.

It all fits with Addison's except George
is coughing up blood.

Take the brain surgeon to figure this
one out.

Drop 100 milligrams for me. I'll show
you.

It all seems unrelated until you think
about the brain.

Coughing up blood must be from a lung
cancer that is metastasized to the

pituitary gland in George's head. The
tumor is blocking the pituitary from

producing a hormone that stimulates the
adrenal glands.

Causing Addison's. This guy's in big
trouble.

And if we don't find George very soon
and treat him with steroids...

Maria's going to be without the love of
her life.

George, are you here?

George! Kate, there he is.

Over here.

George?

Oh, God.

Front pocket.

Yeah.

It's going to be okay, buddy. I got you,
okay? I got you.

This is Dr. Kate Sikora. I need an
ambulance right away.

I'm at the park on the corner of Grand
Street and Forsyth.

I think we made it in time.

Oh.

Long night.

I think it's morning already.

Cool watching you pick his nose to grab
that fortuitary tumor. Figured you'd

like that. Gotta mix it up from time to
time.

You mean like making house calls on
soccer fields?

He's a friend.

Ouch.

Seriously. How bad's it gonna be for
him, the lung cancer?

Bad that it's cancer, good that it's
small cell response to chemo, and it

spread everywhere else. My money's on
George.

You gonna go home? Get some beauty rest?

I wish.

Do you know who I am?

I'm a white coat.

You're the doctor.

Yeah.

Do you... Do you know where you are?

There you go.

That's right.

Can I walk now?

Can you fix my back?

Yes, I did.

A long time ago.

Tell me your name.

Hey, can you look at me?

Can you... Can you tell me your name?

Please?

Help me with my helmet.

It's tight.

is Uncle Robert Newark.

He sounded like a very nice man.

He said he'd been... Said he'd been
trying to find Donnie.

And I'll make damn sure that league has
that address to send Donnie's pension

to.

You got him off the street, Michael.

Look at the best oncologist in Manhattan
Memorial coming to see you.

Dr. Henderson.

Great guy.

Even you won't hate him.

George. Hey, babe.

Oh, thank God.

Don't get him too excited.

Thank you for caring about us so much.

Come back in. Check in on you later.

Maybe I have something to tell you.

Never wanted you to know.

Telling her about the drug.

She won't care.

They're cute.

We don't say the word cute here at Holt
and Arrow.

Ever. Duly noted.

What is that? Fire alarm?

That's the emergency door to the roof.

Chloe's not in her room.

All right.

Hey.

I'm not gonna jump.

I needed air.

Quite an amazing view, huh?

You should bring your camera up here
sometime.

Can I sit?

She died suddenly, too, not long ago.

Not the way your friend did, and I
wasn't with her, so I'm not saying it's

same.

You know the hardest part for me has
been separating the good stuff from the

stuff and keeping what was

so great about it.

And without there being, Dawn, a sad
feeling.

And you're not like me.

Because I want it to hurt.

Lauren died, and I didn't.

She can't take a pill to feel better.
Why should I be able to?

Don't tell me that you'd want me to be
all positive and sunshine and live life

for the both of us.

I've heard that a million times already.

Well, I'm sure she'd want that.

You didn't know her.

She could be kind of a bitch sometimes.

I don't know how I'm ever going to be
the same again.

Well, you won't be.

What happened to you, what you saw that
day, and what happened to

Lauren, that will be one of the things
that defines you forever.

That's the truth.

It just is.

The question is the way that it defines
you.

Does it destroy you?

Or does it make you stronger?

Make you want to live life a little
extra hard?

You want me to take that medication?

No, I don't.

I don't.

I think you should find your own way
through this.

With help.

Talk to somebody?

Yeah.

My colleague, Dr. Flores, is a great
listener.

And just so you know, this may be the
longest conversation I've ever had with

patient that didn't involve cutting
their head open.

You did good.

So will you.

Thank you.

Stitched up a little Italian kid's chin
at the clinic his grandmother paid me in

Pignoli's. Try one.

What's wrong?

Donnie's dead.

His uncle found him. He took an overdose
of sleeping pills.

Must be an accident. He must have gotten
confused and lost count.

Left a note.

He said...

He knew it was only going to get worse
for him and he didn't want to live that

way.

He left you his brain.

When the time is right.

Don't hold back.

Doesn't matter.

He believes in you He knows if anyone
can find a cure

it's you It's too late for Donnie

Donnie's fine Michael