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Previously on The Resident...

This new neurosurgeon,

-Dr. Cain.
-Do you know how much he bills?

$80 million a year.

Dr. Voss bills $2 million.

Stick with me,
and we will rise together.

Sky's the limit for men like us.

Looked up my birth parents.

-Where are they now?
-Right here in Atlanta.

Three grown-ass kids.
The ones they didn't give away.

I want to start talking
about moving in.

Let me do this at my own pace.

I just only have one request.

I really want those chickens.

No chickens.

Good morning.

I'm Dr. Bell.

We spoke on the phone.

I thought you said
there would be cameras.

There will be.

But I'm-I'm just here today
to go over the surgery.

Okay.

Come on in.

Dale, Reggie, we are so excited

that you're entrusting Chastain

with this life-changing
separation surgery.

We've always been joined
at the hip.

Side by side
every day of our lives.

To be honest, the idea
of not having my brother

right next to me is a little...

scary.

I don't know
what it would be like

-to sleep without this jerk
-...this jerk

-snoring in my ear.
-snoring in my ear.

After surgery, you can decide
how much togetherness you want.

How dangerous is it?

-For Reggie and Dale?
-WILMA: June,

he already said
the risk is minor.

This is true.

Because the connection

is relatively superficial.

I love you.

Reggie, Dale,

the two of you
are the loves of my life.

And you are my everything.

My whole heart.

Boys, we can figure this all out

after the surgery.

You both can have
your own girlfriend.

Isn't that right, Dr. Bell?

If that's what they want.

You don't seem happy about this.

We want to know
what you really think.

-Talk to us.
-Talk to us.

If you two want this surgery,

I'll be there for you.

But to be totally honest,

I think our love is like
a three-legged stool.

Remove a leg, and I'm afraid
we're gonna tip right over.

Uh, this is a bigger decision

-than just one girl.
-Would you like to speak

to some separated twins?

No, thank you.

We're sorry for wasting your
time, but the surgery is off.

-Permanently.
-Permanently.

What are you thinking about?

I'm ready.
Let's move in together.

Mmm. Absolutely.

Mmm, mmm, as soon as possible.

Mwah.

I just wish we could get
that house that you showed me

when you first started
talking about it.

-It was so right for us.
-Mm, in this market,

somebody probably
already took it.

-Yeah.
-But we both have
great places now.

I could move into yours
or you could move into mine.

-Are those our only options?
-No, they're just the quickest.

This place is rent-controlled.

And I've clearly nailed
the urban chic look.

It's just not very private.

Mm, a short walk to work.

Yeah. How's the ankle?

I don't think you're gonna be
walking to work anytime soon.

Is that your way of saying
we should live at your place?

No, actually...

After everything...

-It's been a rough year.
-Yeah.

I just think it might be nice
to have a fresh start.

You know?
Something that's ours together.

Boarding Flight 416...

Now, Dawn, your doctor told you

you have cancer
of the appendix,

which is a very rare,
aggressive form of cancer.

So he basically said
just go home and give up hope.

Yeah, he did.
But I can't do that.

I have seven beautiful kids.

I want you all to take
a look at these pictures.

-Take a look.
-Aw.

Dawn is a single mom
of seven kids

that she adopted through
the foster care program.

My kids need me.

So, I did my research,

and it turns out,
there is something

-that could buy me
precious time.
-And what's that?

They call it
"the Mother of All Surgeries."

No doctor will do it.

12 hospitals
turned her down. 12.

They say the odds are too long.

But I am ready to fight, Montel.

I just need a surgeon
brave enough to help me.

Yeah, you can see
we all want this for you, Dawn.

-Right?
-Yes.

-We want this for your family.
-Thank you.

And that's why today
you're gonna meet a surgeon

who not only has the courage
but also has the skills

to do the Mother
of All Surgeries.

Ladies and gentlemen, from
Chastain Memorial Hospital,

please welcome
Dr. Barrett Cain to the show.

Dawn, will you let me fight
this cancer with you?

You're the answer to my prayers.

Dr. Damn He's Hot
can operate on me any day.

Mmm, mmm-mmm-mmm.

-What's this?
-Cool hundred if you make
the next one in.

Save it for Augusta.

Yeah, that's where
the big money is.

Just hang onto it
and let me, uh, put it toward

a healthier wager
on a real course.

I'm sure word must have
gotten to you by now

that I've brought in the Mother
of All Surgeries to Chastain.

Yeah, about that, um...

typically the chief of surgery
decides whether to take on

a high-risk, low-reward surgery
like that one.

Typically, I'm not used to
having someone vet my choices.

This one's newsworthy,
it's splashy.

This would be great publicity
for Chastain.

Greater than separating
conjoined twins.

Not if Chastain turns those
seven adorable foster children

-into orphans.
-I guarantee
that will not happen.

That is not a guarantee
you should make.

This surgery
is hardly that simple.

It's a brutal procedure.

It's like ten abdominal
surgeries rolled into one.

You're worrying too much.

The cancer has already
infiltrated her spine.

So, even if the cancer
is in end-stage,

the woman can die in a week,
even without the surgery.

Now, on the off chance
she gains no more time...

Or she dies on the table...

We gave a mother
and her seven kids hope.

We took a moon shot
that no other hospital would.

So, regardless of the outcome,
we're heroes.

Which is actually why
I came to see you today.

I am assembling
a team of the very best.

Which means you,
as my cocaptain...

...we share in the publicity
and in the glory.

-Or the blame.
-You know, Randolph,

I actually took you
for a gambling man.

The PR payout on this
is off the charts.

What's the problem?

Stakes too high for you?

If we do this,
we could be fired.

If we don't, then I'm quitting.

Is this the breaking
and entering stage of grief?

Maybe.

-You backing out?
-No.

They say it's better
to ask for forgiveness...

Than permission.

Hey. Give me a shot
of cortisone.

What's wrong?
Physical therapy isn't helping?

No, it's helping,
but it's just a long process.

I need a little help
getting through today.

Hmm. No.

As in N-O, not a chance in hell.

Pain is the body's
warning system.

Mask it and what happens?

You can push yourself too hard
and hurt yourself again.

But I'm a doctor,
so I won't do that.

Here's my answer:
acetaminophen, ice, elevation.

Now, come on, I'll walk you
down to PT ignore that.

Sorry.

I will find you, Conrad.

I know where you work.

-Traitor.
-It's a rotation
in the oncology service.

Everyone does rotations.

Yeah, but it's breaking my heart
to think of you

in anything
but eye-catching green scrubs.

He's leaving us to roll in chemo
cash. That is not attractive.

It's, you know,
it's, it's betrayal.

Tumor biology has fascinated me

since my publication
in JAMA Oncology.

-You know that.
-Yeah, yeah, well, try
to remember us little people

down here saving lives
without kickbacks from pharma.

-Thank you.
-Thanks.

I'm so glad you could
make it for lunch.

Adaku, it's been ages.

The photos you've been posting
look amazing,

but it's impossible to keep
track of where you've been.

Kyoto, New Zealand, Norway.

Okay, please don't tell me

that this trip was
some sort of bucket list.

I'm not dying.

I've never felt more alive.

I beat breast cancer.

Thank goodness.

I was on a... babymoon.

I'm pregnant.

Aren't you gonna say something?

What do you want me to say?

"I'm happy for you, Adaku.

You've wanted to be a mother
your entire life"?

-What did your oncologist say?
-"Congratulations"?

This is not a joke, Adaku.

Have you been following
her advice?

Completely.

She told me to extract eggs
before chemo, so I did.

She told me to wait
until after chemo

until we knew that I was
cancer-free to get pregnant.

And you did all of this without
telling me? Your best friend?

I didn't want to tell you,

because I knew you'd say
don't do it.

Have my ovaries
and tubes removed. It's safer.

BRCA1 mutation is definitely
linked to ovarian cancer.

Is it so awful
that I want you safe?

I am safe. I am healthy.

I am fit as a fiddle.

They said you were free
of breast cancer

before you got pregnant, right?

That was also before your trip,
so months ago now.

I have a friend in oncology

who can check to make sure
there's nothing worrisome

on your ovaries either.

Will you just go with me
for a quick test?

To... put my troubled mind at ease?

Yes, dear Mina,

I can do that.

Yes, yes, yes.

We get this once a month.

It's me and you, baby.

Doughnut holes are
my preference.

Baker's dozen.

Glazed, chocolate, jelly.

Finish with the powder.

I like to get my hands dirty

in my work and my baked goods,

but I do not dunk.

That's me.

Speaking of me, I am...

I know who you are.

There were photos of you
in the files e-mailed to me

by the adoption agency.

You are my egg donor's
sperm donor.

"Biological father"
works just as well.

Ah, the word "father"
in any capacity

is reserved
for the man who raised me.

Come on, dawg.

In what world did ambushing
me like this make sense?

I have my reasons.

Now, you can either hear me out

or do your damnedest
to chase me off.

Don't push my buttons,

or I will push back and
I will decimate your buttons.

You gonna play fair,
I can take it.

But you cross a line,
I will defend

with a tongue
just as keen as yours.

We are grown-ass men now.

And I am here to talk to you
about grown-ass men things.

Half your genes come from me,

and I'm dying.

Make an appointment.

It's hereditary.

Which means
you might be dying, too.

If you're experiencing
immediate pain,

come to the front.
Otherwise, take a seat

and we'll be right with you.

Everett Dobb.

Executive director
of the transformation team.

-Transformation team?
-I facilitate

a smooth operational shift
between the old and new regimes,

Chastain and Red Rock,
by managing the golden triangle

of patient safety, access,

-and cost.
-Well, that's a mouthful.

We did a cost-benefit analysis
and closed this clinic.

I'm not clear
what you're doing here,

-but you're trespassing.
-Well, Chastain

has an obligation to provide
health care for those in need.

We are a nonprofit hospital
and tax-exempt,

so it's a legal requirement.

An obligation we fulfill

by treating the uninsured
in our ER.

I'm not sure it's considered
charity when you're turning them

into collections and docking
paychecks when they can't pay.

All of which is in alignment

with our core value
of fiscal responsibility

and-- I might point out--
is totally legal.

You, on the other hand,
broke the law.

I can have you arrested
for breaking and entering.

If you close the clinic,

Chastain could very well lose
its nonprofit status,

ending the tax break
and saddling the hospital

with a bill
for millions of dollars.

We won't be audited
for two years.

Empty this place and vacate now,

or I will call the police.

I know you already know this,

but Dr. Grisham is going
to do a transvaginal ultrasound.

It'll allow us to check
your reproductive organs

for any signs of cancer.

Remember, don't get distracted
by the fetus.

Just make sure
her ovaries look normal.

I love her, but she's bossy.

-I love her because she's bossy.

Never say that again.

Okay, guys,
we're ready to start.

I'll be outside if you need me.

Grisham's the best

and always busy.

Thanks for getting us in.

No worries.

She's lucky to have you.

But, Mina,
don't scare her off too much.

Let her enjoy being pregnant.

I've watched too many women,
particularly women of color,

be harmed because no one
was looking out for them.

You know that as well as anyone.

I hear you.

But Adaku's getting great care,

and she's done everything right.

Her dream of becoming a mother
is coming true.

Except the pregnancy hormones
might bring her cancer back

or increase the risk
of ovarian cancer.

I'm afraid of losing her.

I know.

Triple negative breast cancer
is scary.

But we understand more about it
every day.

And now we can analyze tumor DNA

and know that Adaku
is less likely

to respond
to pregnancy hormones.

It won't increase her risk
of reoccurrence.

Your fear is understandable

but groundless.

I promise.

I got to go.

Keep me posted, okay?

Thank you.

Lamar gave me full access

to his medical file,
and it indicates

his emphysema's in early stages.

So he's not dying?

No.

He does have the alpha-1
antitrypsin deficiency.

Which can lead to end-stage
lung disease over time

but nothing imminent.

Exactly.

So now I'm gonna
draw some blood

and see if you have
the deficiency as well.

Why would he show up
and lie like that?

I don't know,
to get the attention

of the child he gave away?

Yeah, but why?

I think there's more
to the story than you know.

You think?

Initial diagnosis.

Biology's a huge bitch, man.

I mean, Lamar rolls up on me

with my walk, my talk.

I never met the man,
but it's obvious we share DNA.

Yeah, well, I struggled
to give my dad a second chance

for a lot of reasons.

But then, when I decided
to let him in a bit,

I discovered some things,
some good things about him

I wouldn't have known
if I'd just shut him out.

Well, you and your dad were
estranged, but he raised you.

You had a foundation.

This man gave me away.

He married my biological mom,
had three more kids,

full siblings to me,

and none of 'em cared
to look me up.

Until now.

I am very excited to consult
on the Mother of All Surgeries.

The cancer has spread
from her appendix to her colon,

ovaries, gall bladder,
kidneys, and peritoneum.

It's hard to believe
it's even operable.

-It isn't.
-One opinion.

I'll remove any visible
tumor I see, meticulously,

even if it means taking
the entire organ.

Then the cavity will be filled

with hot chemo;
we'll bathe them.

Scalding-hot chemo.

107 degrees.

Enough to burn or destroy

any microscopic cells
that remain.

But still won't touch

the lesion wrapped around
her spinal column,

with a pathological fracture.

Which is why you're an
essential part of the surgery.

I'm assuming you'll be taking
the anterior approach

to the spinal lesions?

I won't be doing a damn thing.

The cancer is too widespread
and too aggressive.

The only acceptable
approach here is hospice.

This is a high-profile case.

There's a family counting on us.

And we will fail them.

If so much as a cell,
one cell of tumor is missed,

which we know will happen,

the cancer will grow back

before the patient even recovers
from this barbaric surgery.

I'm gonna make sure this
poor woman understands that.

Malia, Malia, Malia, Malia,
grab him.

-Oh.
-Hello, darling.

You don't want to go out there.

It's much nicer in here
with Mummy.

So, guys, hey, listen up.

These are the doctors
that are gonna be helping

Dr. Cain save Mom.

-Can you say hey?
-You're gonna save Mom?

Oh.

Yeah. Hey, you know, I heard
that the cafeteria's having

kind of a special
on ice cream sundaes today.

Maybe you could go down there
and tell them Dr. Bell said

to have a treat on him.

Ice cream! Yay!

Shh!

Quiet, bunnies.

All right.

Hop, hop, hop.

Hop, hop, hop,
hop, hop, hop, hop,

hop, hop, hop, hop.

They're quite the handful.

Malia should be
in college right now.

I have to get better
so I can take over again.

Dawn, would you mind telling me
what you understand

about your prognosis?

I understand everything.

In the best-case scenario,
this isn't a cure.

There is only a slim hope
this will buy you more time.

I'll take it.

And do you also understand
that it's far more likely

that you'll have less time
with your children?

This surgery is so dangerous,
y-you may not survive.

I'm dying anyway.

The odds may be long

that this will help,
but I want to beat them.

And I want to help you, but...

No buts.

I will do anything,
against any odds,

to stay with my kids

as long as I can.

I can't give up.

I still don't think
there's a chance that surgery

is going to give
that poor woman more time.

I have spoken to her at length,
and she understands that.

Yeah, she seems perfectly aware
of the lunacy

that is the Mother
of All Surgeries.

And in the end,
it's her decision.

Well, exactly, and she is gonna
have this surgery

with or without Chastain.

After her last TV appearance,

other hospitals tried
to poach her case.

They're less qualified,
and they don't have you.

Don't worry, I'm in.

But not because I agree.

But because I'm gonna make
good and damn well sure

that Dawn makes it
off that table alive

and wakes up to have
as many days as possible

with her children.

The clinic costs Chastain
money, end of story.

I have graphs and charts that
show it actually saves money

by diverting the uninsured...

Your charts don't include
infrastructure costs.

And besides, what matters most
is income.

With surgeons who bill
$80 million a year

and do TV interviews.

What benefits the bottom line
benefits everyone.

So now it's profit
and publicity over patients.

You forget yourself.
I care as much as you do

about our patients.

Everything I do,
including publicity,

is for profits and patients,

because you can't have one
without the other.

And by the way,
I don't owe you an explanation.

These are all 3-D printed

exact replicas
of Dawn's anatomy.

I downloaded all the data
from Dawn's 2-D scans

and images into the computer,

then the brain machine combines

all that information
and prints it out.

And these tiny little bumps
on the kidneys...

Are tumors.

I only see three or so,

but I feel at least seven more.

It's part of the reason
this surgery is so complicated.

We'll wear gloves and feel
for tumors, inch by inch,

through the entire
abdominal cavity.

It'll take hours
and there is no room for error.

Which is why you're practicing.

Over and over.

This is my third go and I still
haven't managed to remove

the vertebral body
without compromising

the iliac artery, which is
plastered to it by the tumor.

"Fake Dawn" has bled out
every time.

Come on, Pravesh.

Spread the cavity.

If the corpectomy

is causing problems, should we
get Cain in here to rehearse?

He thinks it's unnecessary.

Bell didn't RSVP either.

And believe me, this is not a
surgery that can be improvised.

You like that car?

It's hideous.

I designed it.

Frame-off restoration
built with these hands.

It's my passion.

It's what keeps me honest.

Does it?

That's funny,
because you certainly

didn't keep it honest with me.

You knew you weren't dying,
neither am I.

There is no alpha-1 deficiency
here, so I'm good, yo.

Well, that's what you wanted
to hear, right?

You wanted to know if I was
perfectly healthy, right?

Well, yes, of course,
but I thought...

You thought what, Lamar?

If you are my son...

that the odds were
you would carry the gene.

If?

Wow, you don't know.

That's why you came.

What, you thought maybe Bio-Mom

was sleeping around
when she got pregnant?

Is that why you gave me away?

Because you thought I wasn't
yours to begin with?

I may not have raised you,

but I'm not gonna stand here
and have you disrespect me.

Well, then you
sit your ass down,

or you get the hell out of here.

This is my house, Lamar.
You do not dictate

to me how I speak to someone
I have no respect for.

We were young.
It was the '70s.

And yes, there is a possibility
that you aren't mine.

It sickens me to say
that all I have to do

is look at you...

and know who my father is.

A proper DNA test will prove it.

I can't change what we did.

And apologizing

-is not gonna make any...
-When did you apologize?!

Let me speak!

I wish we could go back
and make things right.

It's something that eats
at your mother and me every day.

That's why my marriage
is in shambles.

-And my life is on the verge
of imploding.
-Your life?

Man, think about who
you're talking to right now.

Do you think I give a rat's ass
about your struggles?

Is that what you really want
to talk to me about right now?

-You want to speak? Answer me!
-I can't...

Something ain't right.

Hey, hey!
I need some help over here!

Watch his head.

Put him down gently.
Let him down gently.

I'll get a gurney.

Good news.

No sign of cancer
on your ovaries.

-I wasn't worried.
-I was.

And I know I worry too much,
but it's only because...

You love me. I get it.

But I'm okay.

You can relax now.

Especially knowing that
there is a silver lining

to all of this.

Since you implanted
your embryos,

you were able to test them
for the BRCA gene mutation

and select one without it.

You did... select an embryo
that didn't carry the mutation?

Oh, no. Please...

Uh, what I've done
is my decision, Mina.

This is my life.

It's not only yours, Adaku.

It's also the life
of your child.

This awful disease killed
your mother and your sisters.

With one test, you could have
protected your child from it.

I will not play God.

God answered my prayers.
He delivered me

-from breast cancer.
-I got you through
breast cancer.

I brought my mother from Nigeria
to come and operate on you.

And I am so grateful.

But I also see
God's hand in that.

Then why not see his hand
in genetic testing?

Science froze your embryos,
medicine got you pregnant.

Without doctors,
you would have no baby.

You wanted me
to get an oophorectomy.

If I followed your advice,
I'd have no baby.

And now, all you're doing is,

is judging me,
trying to control me.

I am doing all of this
to help you.

Can't you see
I don't want your help, Mina.

I have to go.

It's an emergency.
Somebody who does need my help.

We will pick this up later.

I think it's better if we don't.

This is all...

it's too much for me, Mina.

Goodbye.

What's this?

Oh, this is Dawn's
spinal column,

with the tumor adhesions
that make it impossible

to remove the cancer
without killing the patient.

Something you would know

had you bothered to attend
even one of my rehearsals.

Your energy and your tone aside,

I admire you, Dr. Voss.

Your compulsive
need to practice,

it speaks to an obsession

with the precise anatomy
of the disease.

And I get it.
I get it,

because the better
you know your enemy

before you meet face-to-face
on the battlefield...

the better chance
you have of victory.

Oh, you do realize
her seven children are out there

praying to God
that this surgery works,

having no idea that there is
zero chance for victory.

This surgery will kill her.

I used to be just like you
before I realized that

all plans go out the window
when the war begins.

Sounds like an excuse
not to prepare.

I get my head right
with my own pre-op ritual,

in which you...
are currently interrupting.

So if you'll excuse yourself,
I'd like to get back to it,

because Malia, Timmy, Dani,
Tunde, Katie, Rosa and Arjun

are all counting on me--

not God, but me--

to bring my A game
and save their mother's life.

Hey.

Verdict on your bio-father?

Recent cath showed
triple vessel disease.

And now he has
diffuse ischemic changes.

Who's doing the bypass?

Sieve and Schoneveld
are available.

They're Red Rock guys.

Do we know anything about them?

So far, none of the new hires
are up to snuff.

Forget these Red Rock surgeons.

You should do the surgery.

Lamar is his biological father.

Even more reason to give him
the best surgeon.

Who is one without baggage.

You've told me if I had

an emotional attachment
to a patient,

not to operate.
Are you a hypocrite?

Regardless of
emotional attachments,

you are his best chance
at survival.

I got to get
my head on straight.

Get all the emotion out of this.

You got bad news
written all over your face.

Now what could be worse
than three clogged arteries?

The decision I have to make
in the next ten minutes.

I am the right surgeon
to fix your heart,

but you are not just
any patient.

Who you are and what transpired
between us plays in my mind

and very well
could infect these hands.

I am an overachiever.

Gifted with a competitive nature
and a need to excel

from as young as I can remember.

I collected academic awards

like other kids
collected baseball cards.

Spelling bee, debate team,
Eagle Scout, aikido--

you name it, I mastered it.

I had an addiction.

This deep-rooted need
to conquer all.

You see, there's this tiny voice

deep inside of me
that cannot be silenced,

who always thought, "Maybe...

"maybe if they knew
you were special,

"that... that maybe...

Mom and Dad would come knocking
on that front door."

Realize what they gave away.

And that I was something worth
fighting to get back.

You most certainly are.

I'll see you in the OR.

It's been over eight hours.

Whose playlist is up next?

Sound of the drill works for me.

Once we're finished,
Cain can work.

Then we still have to do
the chemo bath.

If she's under anesthesia
too much longer,

she'll never wake up.

This tumor's eroded
through the bone entirely.

I've dissected as much as I can

off the iliac
and lumbosacral plexus,

but the arterial wall
has been compromised.

Time to pull.

Slow and steady.

One moment.

Got it.

Deep breath worked the magic?

Picturing her kids watching me,
hopeful. That's the magic.

You ready for me yet?

-All yours, Dr. Cain.
-It's about time.

Get the microscope in place.

I need somatosensory
and motor EPs on the screen.

Foot and a half from
lead position. Eye level.

A little room.

We're gonna double-check
everything in the abdomen

once you've finished
to make sure we've got it.

How much longer?

-Two more hours?
-Nope. Won't take that long.

I need some curettes,
couple of sutures,

and some Megadeth
on the jukebox.

Spine surgeries beg
for headbanging tunes.

Is that irony?

Dissecting the tumor
off the dural sac.

Gonna need you
to put some pressure

right there, Dr. Voss.

I know heavy equipment
is Ortho's thing,

but you're here on the
delicate side, so be gentle.

That's it. Onc intern,

get that chemo bath ready.

You're gonna need it a lot
sooner than these guys thought.

-So how did it go?
-I'm fine, yo.

I don't believe you.

Well, I'm fine enough
to do the surgery.

But even if I'm wrong,

you'll be there,

and I know I can
always count on you,

my partner.

I know everyone at Chastain

did everything they could
to give my mom every chance,

and I just want
to thank you guys.

Can you tell us how Dawn
is doing after surgery?

Well, the hours
that we spent preparing

for the surgery
have paid dividends.

Still, Dawn has endured
17 hours of surgery.

Her body is struggling
to recover.

She hasn't regained
consciousness and as yet,

isn't able to breathe
on her own.

When is she gonna wake up?

While we don't know for certain,
we're very optimistic.

And, Dr. Cain, I just want
to thank you for giving

my family hope
when no one else would.

We may be witnessing
a medical miracle in progress.

Let's all pray for Dawn

and give our gratitude
to this amazing team of doctors

still fighting to save her.

We'll be following Dawn
and Malia's story

over the next few weeks.

It's families like this,
bonding together in crisis,

that inspire us all.

You crashed here last night?

Yeah. Surgery was long.

My "Mother of All Surgeries"
patient was just on TV,

and I wanted to catch it
before heading home.

Barely made it out of surgery.

They're calling it a success.

Well, family's still together.

Maybe that's enough, right?

I don't know, man.

You know, my first day
at Chastain,

I was planning
on going into oncology.

Mm, but then the infamous
Lane Hunter came along.

Well, she was an anomaly.

Criminal, psychopath.

I mean, the majority
of oncologists

are caring people
dedicated to saving lives.

When the treatment cures
the patient, that's one thing,

but what may help one patient

will harm or even kill another,
often without any benefit.

It's impossible to know
where your patient will fall

on that spectrum before you
start treating them.

That's why, sometimes,
I miss being a medic

with the patrol units downrange.
That job was clear.

We could be proud of what we did
every day. No gray areas.

But...

...all this

corporatized medicine,
profit over patients,

I guess I just look at it as
a different kind of battlefield.

One where we need
to keep showing up,

keep fighting,
keep making a difference.

No matter what the odds are
against us.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Big-time oncologist

just couldn't stay away, huh?

My toe! Oh, my God,
I need a doctor!

Looks like things
got out of control without me.

Bed 4, perfect for you.

You'll want a wardrobe change
and some gloves.

What's the bullet?

Patient's been stopped up
for weeks.

Disimpaction time.

I'm on it.

Watch out, she's a biter.

I can never thank you enough.
Thank you.

Oh, you're more than welcome.

Seriously, people need
to know about it.

-Just excuse me for a second.
-Yeah.

I am so impressed with what
you guys are doing here.

I'm telling you, the world
needs to know about this.

Well, thank you so much.
I appreciate it.

Especially at a time
right now where...

Dr. Bell.

Nurse Nevin has been telling me
about the clinic.

I was just saying
how invested you are

in our service to the uninsured.

How you care about
all of our patients,

not just the big
newsworthy cases.

I'm telling you, Dr. Bell,

-he's one of the good ones.
-Well, as a nonprofit,

charity work is an essential
part of Chastain's mission.

You know, I can see
the segment now:

"World-renowned surgeon makes
time for the disadvantaged."

You in?

-Just say when.
-Come on now.

Thank you, sir.

-And thank you.
-Thank you.

Yes, ma'am.

Let's go.

Neat trick.

It won't work again.

I made this for the baby.

Is this your apology?

I can't apologize for wishing
you'd done genetic testing,

but it is your choice,

and I am sorry
I did not respect that.

Thank you.

Come in. I'm filling out
my baby registry.

Do you think I need
a baby bouncy?

I have no idea what that is.

Me either, but we can
figure it out together, yes?

Sounds awful, but I can't think
of anything else I'd rather do.

Aw.

On three. One, two,

three.

What?

How did you get this place?

Dumb luck or karma.
It just came back on the market.

Whatever it is,
I'm so happy we're here now.

Ah.

When you brought me here
the first time,

it's just I had so much
going on, you know?

And you still do,

but we will get through it
all together.

I know.

Are you sure right now is the
right time to make this move?

I've never been so sure.

-I love you.
-I love you, too.

And I love this house.

Well, get ready to love it more.

Ta-da!

Oh, my God!

-We have chickens.
-Oh!

Wow!

Engine still purring
like a '69 Firebird?

Incision is healing well.

Your heart function
and rhythm sounds

within normal range.

Your cardiologist
can manage your recovery.

-Good luck.
-Wait.

Don't go. Please.

My mind and mouth
move at the same time.

I act before I think things
through all the way.

Character flaw.
I'm working on it.

I did what I did

and I want to do better.

If you can't forgive,
I have to live with that.

But my wife, your mother,

is better than me in every way.

She never would've
messed things up the way I did.

I wouldn't know.

My hope is that you'll
reach out to her,

when you're ready.

She's truly special,

like you.

Goodbye, Lamar.