All language subtitles for Chicago Med s05e15_English

- Crockett, it's okay.

What happened is in the past.

- Can't remember what it was.

- Now we just have to set up
the nursery,

but in the meantime,

how 'bout that date?

- You won't turn yourself in.
I can't let this go on.

- Ed, I thought we had
an understanding.

You can't possibly know
what it's like.

Every day I say
I'm gonna quit.

I will turn myself in.
- I can go with you.

- Yeah, I'd like that.

Come to my place?

[dramatic sting]

- Mmm.
- Hey.

- Hey.

Mmm.
Breakfast?

There's a spot on the corner
with excellent French press.

- Uh, what time is it?

- Mmm?

- I don't know--sorry.

I gotta get to work.
My shift starts soon.

- Mmm.

- Mmm.
- [laughs]

- [laughs]

Listen.
- Hmm.

- What we talked about
last night--

this doesn't change anything,
does it?

- You mean my reporting myself?

Do you think I slept with you
just to get out of it?

- [chuckles]
No.

I just wanna make sure
that's still the plan.

- It is.

I just need to round
on a few patients

so I can hand them off,

then I talk to Ms. Goodwin.

- I'll come with you.
- Yeah, I want you to.

- Hannah, you're so smart.

And tough.

You're so much more
than this addiction.

I know you're gonna beat it.

[hopeful music]

♪

- Hi, Mr. Sher.
- Oh, please, call me Lewis.

This is my ex-wife, Elaine.

- Hi.

- And my daughter Harper.
- Hi.

I'm Dr. Manning.

So I see you're experiencing
some abdominal pain.

- His tummy started hurting

as soon as he got off
the airplane today.

- Oh, really?
And where did he fly in from?

- Daddy lives in Geneva.

- Hmm.

- It's 2:20 in the afternoon
there right now.

- Oh.
- Harper, sweetie,

just let the doctor
do her work, okay?

- It's okay.

I'm just impressed
you know so much about Geneva.

- My daddy works
in a laboratory there.

He's a chemical scientist.

- Wow.
- A polymer engineer.

- Hmm, you mind?
- Harper, honey, come here.

- Does your job require you
to handle any toxic materials?

- I work with a lot
of heavy metals,

but I always take
proper precautions.

Why?

- I am hearing some congestion
in your chest.

As well as a slight
discoloration in your eyes.

It could be due to some kind
of toxic exposure.

Let's get a tox screen,
and a CBC, BMP, and a UA.

- Is my Daddy gonna be okay?

- I promise I am gonna take
very good care of your dad.

Okay?

I'll be back
to check on you soon.

- Give me one sec.

Dr. Manning?
- Yeah?

- There's something
he's not telling you,

and I'm worried
if you don't know it,

it will be a problem
in treating him.

- Absolutely.
What is it?

- Well, everything he just said
in there--it's not true.

- I'm sorry?

- Lewis is not
a polymer engineer in Geneva.

His real name is Derek Jordan,

and he's an actor
from New York.

- An actor?
- Yes.

It's a long story, but
I hired him to play this role.

[mysterious music]

- I don't understand.
What role?

- The role of
my daughter's father.

♪

.

- One, two.

- Harper, sweetie,

let's go get a snack so the
doctor can talk to your father.

- Be right back, Daddy.
- Okay, sweetie.

- Elaine filled me in
on your arrangement.

I understand you want to keep
pretending for Harper's sake,

but since we're alone,

I do need to gather some
real information from you.

So, your initial tox screen
was negative,

but your hemoglobin is low.

Have you ever had
any blood disorders

or iron deficiencies
in your past?

- I don't think so.

- Okay, why don't you give me
your doctor's information,

and I'll have your
medical records sent over

from New York.

- As my daughter told you,
I live in Geneva.

- Mr. Jordan,
if I'm gonna treat you properly

I'm gonna need
yourmedical history,

not your character's.

- My name is Lewis Sher,

and I don't know
what you're talking about.

[mysterious ominous music]

♪

- Hey, Doris,

will you add a liver panel
to my patient in three?

And also page Dr. Charles.
This guy is nuts.

- Thanks.

- Hey, how's your
hormone therapy going?

- [sighs]

It feels like my skin
is crawling with ants.

But other than that,
I'm holding up.

- Hang in there.

Hopefully your numbers
will level out soon.

- Yeah.

- Need some help over here.
- Okay.

Hold this.

- Siana Fredericks,
seven months pregnant.

I just paged her OB.

- Okay, let's take her
to Treatment Four.

- I'm Dr. Halstead.
This is Nurse Lockwood.

You having contractions?

- I'm not in labor.
I'm having a pain crisis.

- Are you talking about
a sickle cell crisis?

- Ooh, yes.

- Have you had any
flare ups recently?

- Not since I've been pregnant.

My OB has me on a special diet
that's been helping.

- Is there anyone we can call?

- I already spoke
to my husband.

He's stuck in Minneapolis.

- When did the pain start?
- Yesterday morning.

- Let's get her on oxygen,
hang a liter of saline,

and push 2 milligrams
of morphine.

- No.
No morphine.

- Siana,
24 hours is a long time.

We have to get your crisis
under control.

- You don't understand.

I've been through three rounds
of IVF.

I'm finally carrying an embryo

that doesn't have
this awful disease.

I'm gonna make sure everything
is perfect for this baby.

Please call my OB Dr. Asher.

- Hannah Asher?
- Yes.

She's been helping
with my birth plan.

She'll know what to do.

- Okay.
Yeah, we'll contact Dr. Asher,

order some labs, and I'll be
back to check on you soon.

- Okay.

- You're calling OB?

- I'll try Asher's cell.

[soft dramatic music]

We're--we're friends.

♪

Going straight to voicemail.

- OB must be backed up
this morning

- I'll run up and find her.
- All right.

- How'd it go?

- He wouldn't break character
for me either.

- Break character?
This isn't a play.

- Yeah, I mean, I've been doing
this for 30 years.

This is a new one.

And this poor little girl
growing up with this lie?

- Okay, but she's not sick.
He is.

So what do we do?

- I had fun last night.
- Me too.

How about we do it again
tonight?

- Wow.

Absolutely.

- Mmm.

- April.
With me.

Noah.

Paramedics just called.

I got a guy over
on Chicago Avenue

with some sort
of cardiac event.

All my attendings are tied up.

Was hoping that you two
could handle it.

- How long until they land?
- They're not.

I need you two
to get over there.

Guy's refusing
to get in the ambo.

- So you think that
he's really sick?

- Yes, his symptoms
are all over the place.

But he refuses to cooperate.
- Oh, God.

- We can't make a diagnosis
without an accurate history.

Do you think that
you could talk to him?

Get him to drop
the performance?

- I wish that I could,

but that is how he is.

When I first met Derek,

he was playing a paraplegic
on Broadway.

He would go home every night
in his wheelchair.

- Okay, I think this is
getting out of hand.

I'm sorry, but we might
have to call child services.

- No.

- I'm sorry, but we are very
concerned about Harper.

- No, no, no.
Don't do that.

This is all about Harper.
That is why I did this.

I grew up without a father.

I couldn't stand the thought
of that happening to her.

- But, I mean,
hiring an actor?

I mean, you didn't have
any male friends?

Or relatives who could serve
as role models?

- No.

When Harper's real father
abandoned us,

there was nobody.

And when I hired Lewis,

it was just supposed to be
one time, okay?

It was father/daughter day
at our preschool,

and the thing is,
she just fell in love with him.

And it made her so happy.

- So you did it again.
- And again.

And again.

Look, I know what I did
was wrong,

but I am putting an end to it.

I told Derek this was
the last time.

Lewis is gonna go back
to Europe.

He's going to get busy
with work.

He'll lose touch with Harper,
and after a few months,

I'm gonna tell her that he died
in a work accident.

And that will be the end of it.
- But Harper's eight years old.

I mean, don't you think
that killing off her father

would be pretty traumatic
for her?

- Not as traumatic
as the truth.

Harper's real father
has zero interest

in being a part of her life.

Please, just try to figure out
what's going on with Derek,

okay?

- [sighs]

So we're right back
where we started?

- Well, maybe not.

I mean, if Derek knows that
his character is gonna die,

is it really just a coincidence

that he's ended up
in a hospital?

♪

- Nursing Supervisor,
dial the operator please.

- Hannah?

- Can I help you?
- Yeah.

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

We had to cancel
her first appointment.

- Okay.
Thanks.

[siren whoops]

- Hey, Courtney.
What's going on?

- Hey.
Got here about a half hour ago.

He refused to get in the ambo.

His name's Larry Simpson.

Cardiologist put him
on digoxin.

He mixed up his meds
this morning.

Took a triple dose.

- All right,
we'll take it from here.

Stand by.
- Hey, Larry.

I'm April.
This is Dr. Saxton.

- Oh, thank God.
Please help me.

- Tell us what happened.

- I started feeling faint
on my way into work.

I called my cardiologist.

He said to find a way to keep
my heart rate up and call 911.

- Okay.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

- Milligram of Epi.

- Guys.

- All right, Larry,

we're gonna give you some meds
to keep your heart rate up

while we get you
to the hospital, all right?

- Do what you have to.
I can't keep this up.

- Okay.
All the way up.

All right.

You're gonna feel
a little pinch.

- Okay.
- All right.

Now slow it down.

- Wait.
- Whoa, Noah!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, hey.

- His heart rate
must be dropping.

- Hey, Larry.
Larry, Larry.

All right, you have
to keep moving, okay?

- Okay.
- Keep moving.

- Okay, okay, okay.
[cries]

It's gonna be eight hours

until his body metabolizes
the digoxin.

Till that happens,
he has to keep running.

- We gotta pace his heart.
- While he's running.

- Hey, guys.
You gotta do something.

- I got an idea.

[beeping]
- Here we go.

Hey, what do we got?
- Name's Walter Hobbs.

50-year-old prison transfer
from Indiana.

Vital's stable but there's
something wrong with his arm.

- What happened?
- Not sure.

- Kay, hang in there, Walter.
- [screams]

- Hey, trainee, start an IV.
Get him on the monitors.

- Easy, buddy.
- All right.

I'm gonna do a sheet transfer
on my count.

- Nice and easy, folks!

- Watch the shackles,
everybody.

- [grunting]

- Okay, ready?
One, two, three.

- [grunting]
- Easy, buddy, easy.

You're all right,
you're all right.

Scissors.
Start him on O2.

Belly's soft.

- [shouts]

- Lungs are clear.

Walter, can you tell us
what happened?

- [grunting]

[shouting]
- Arm's hard as a rock.

- Ahh!
- Okay, all right.

He's got compartment syndrome.

Needs a fasciotomy
to relieve the pressure.

Let's get the hybrid OR ready.
- Any idea what caused this?

[tense music]

Fellas.

Drugs, fight--
what are we working with here?

- Hey.

Indiana sent him to the closest
level-one trauma center

because his wounds are severe.

We can't treat him if you
don't tell us what happened.

- Walter's been on Indiana
death row for ten years.

The creep killed a family
of five at a home invasion.

He was scheduled
to be executed today,

but something went wrong--
didn't kill him.

[mysterious music]

- You mean, you gave this man
a lethal injection?

- Yeah, 'cept it wasn't lethal.

- [grunting]

.

- Well, I was able
to open up his arm

and relieve the pressure,
but he's still in bad shape.

- And the corrections officers

insist they don't know what
was in the lethal cocktail.

- Well, I'm not surprised.

Pharmaceutical companies
are no longer permitting

the use of their drugs
for executions.

Odds are these guys
used something

without their authorization.

- Fools missed his vein
completely.

Drugs are trapped
in his muscle,

slowly leeching into
his bloodstream.

- We need to know
what they gave him.

- Well, I'll call the warden,

and see if I can coax him into
telling me what they used.

Meantime, see what else you can
do to flush his system.

- Yes, ma'am.

[soft dramatic music]

- Really did a number on him.

- Let's just treat the guy
and get him out of here.

- Amen to that.

♪

- [panting]
Where's Dr. Asher?

- I'm afraid she's not
available right now.

Good news is I went ahead
and paged Dr. Patchefsky--

- I don't want another doctor.

- She's more than qualified.
- No way.

I've had too many doctors
accuse me

of using my pain
as an excuse to get high.

Dr. Asher's the only one
who understands my situation.

- Siana, your labs showed
that you're anemic.

If you won't see another OB,

at least let me give you
some blood.

- A transfusion?
- Yes.

- [grunts]
I don't know.

- Siana, the last thing
Dr. Asher would want

is for this to evolve
into something

that could harm the baby.

- [cries]

- Let us help you.
You need this transfusion.

- Okay.

- Type and cross her
for two units.

Start the first unit
as soon as it's up.

- Got it.

- Hang in there.
You're gonna feel better soon.

♪

Hannah, where are you?

You should've been here
hours ago.

You have a patient
who needs you!

Listen, whatever--whatever your
situation is, just call me.

Please.

Just let me know you're okay.

- Can't keep this up
for much longer.

- We're almost set.

- So what is this?
- Defibrillator.

- Now that you're staying
in place,

we can send a continuous charge
to your chest, okay?

It'll steady your heart rate
long enough

for us to get you
to the hospital.

- We're good.

- All right, Larry.
Here we go.

- Okay.
[heavy breathing]

- Turning it on.

[tense music]

[people gasp]
- Whoa, hey, whoa!

Whoa, whoa!

Give me a hand!

♪

- [groans]

[heavy breathing]

What happened?

- We need you to get back
on the treadmill.

- What? No, no.
- Yeah, I know.

Your heart rate is still
dangerously low.

You have to keep running
to keep it up.

- I can't.
- Hey, Larry.

You have no choice.

Come on.
Larry, come on!

- Okay, okay, okay.
Just stop slapping me.

- All right, I know.
Give me a hand.

Oh.
Okay.

Give me a hand.
Ah, there you go.

Good.

Take it up to a five.
- Five?

[machine beeping]

- The pads couldn't make
good contact

with the skin
because of the sweat.

It was not your fault.

- I gotta call Med--
get an attending.

- "Derek Jordan doesn't simply
inhabit Richard III,

"he embodies
the psychopathic king

with every molecule
of his being."

"The New York Times," no less.

So for an actor who approaches
his work on--

on a molecular level,

I would imagine that
every aspect of Lewis

has been carefully researched,
crafted,

to give Harper an incredibly
real and loving father.

And that's the role
of a lifetime.

Right?

I mean, no wonder you're having
a hard time giving it up.

- The character dies, okay?

But not like that.

- How do you mean?

- Elaine wants Lewis
to disappear.

He would never do that.

- No?
- No way.

Lose contact with his daughter?

Lewis loves her too much.

- So you have--you have
a different ending in mind?

- I'm gonna stay true
to the character.

- Right.

And how are you planning
on doing that?

[soft dramatic music]

♪

- Wait, you're not--

you're not planning on dying
in front of Harper, are you?

- Oh, my God.

What do you think that will do?

- Give her the closure
she deserves.

- Wait, you poisoned yourself,
didn't you?

- You would do that
to this little girl?

What did you take?

Tell us what you took
right now,

or we'll tell Harper
who you really are

and put an end to all of this.
- Dr. Manning.

- You're not allowed
to do that.

That's protected information,
doctor.

- Dr. Manning, a moment.

- What is wrong with him?

- Look, I Googled him, okay?

He hadn't worked in six years,
just lost his wife to cancer--

- So he's suicidal.

You can put him
in a psych hold.

- We can't afford
to antagonize him.

If we're gonna save his life,

we have to get him to tell us
what poison he took.

- Then we have to get Elaine
to tell her daughter the truth.

[heart monitor beeping]

- Where am I?

- Chicago Med.
Fixed your arm.

Now we're giving you a drug

to flush the toxins
from your system.

- Don't.
Just let me die.

[heavy breathing]
- Easy, buddy, easy.

- I could feel everything.

My whole body was on fire.
- Hey.

- I couldn't move,
I couldn't talk.

- Easy.

♪

- I know I deserve to die,
but not like that.

- How's the patient?
- Stable and recovering.

- In that case, the warden
would like him transferred back

as soon as possible.

- But we should still
monitor him

for any post op complications.

- Prison medical unit
will take it from here.

The death warrant was extended.

They just rescheduled
his execution.

- [sighs]

Well, how 'bout that?

First time
I ever patched up a guy

just so some other guys
could kill him.

- Walter Hobbs
is a ward of the state,

so as long as he's stable,

we can comply
with their demands.

- Hey, I'm not one to fuss
about capital punishment,

but those bozos don't have
a clue what they're doing.

- That's not our problem.
Our job is to treat 'em,

regardless of what happens
when we're done.

- Oh.

Know what?

I think that's what
they call compartmentalizing.

- Yeah, I called
ten minutes ago.

When is he gonna get here?

[tense music]

Try to hurry it up.

♪

It's gonna be an hour
until an attendee gets here.

- [wheezing]

- What if you paced him
internally?

- Push a wire into
a man's heart

while he's running
on a treadmill?

Are you insane?

You serious?
- Do you have a better idea.

- If I push the wire too far,
it'll puncture his heart.

Kill him on the spot.
No.

No, the best option
is to wait for backup.

- Noah, look at him.
We do not have time.

You need to pace him
internally.

- April--
- Come on.

You can do this.
I'll help you.

[bag unzipping]

[machine beeping]
- [gasps]

- O2's at 88.

- Stop the transfusion,
get her on a mask.

- Got it.
- What's happening?

- You're having an inflammatory
reaction to the blood.

- What?
Why?

- There's always a risk
of complications.

- Sats are down to 79.

The baby's not getting
enough oxygen.

- Siana, you need
an emergency C-section.

- She's only seven months!
It's too early.

- I know.
I'm sorry.

We don't have a choice.
You just have to trust me.

- I told you
I want Dr. Asher!

- Siana, she's not here.

Please, listen to Dr. Halstead.

- We have to get you
up to surgery now.

- Don't lay another finger
on me!

- Okay.

♪

- [heavy breathing]

- Start her on racemic epi,
a gram of Tylenol,

and push 50 milligrams
of Benadryl.

Should buy us some time.
- Where are you going?

- I think I know
where to find Dr. Asher.

.

- [panting]

Why's it taking so long?

- He's threading a little wire
into your heart.

It's a delicate process.

- Oh, God.

- Just try not to tense up.
- Okay.

Uh, uh, is something moving
in my arm?

- You mean your chest?
- No, my arm, my left arm.

- Okay, you must've
overshot the vena cava.

- Damn it.

- You have to retract the wire
and start again.

- What?
Start again?

No, no, no, no.
I can't do this anymore.

- Larry, just hang in there,
okay?

- I can't, I can't, I can't.

- You gotta keep running,
Larry.

Larry, hang in there
for a minute.

- No, no, no, no.
Larry, Larry, hey, hey.

- No, no, no, no.
Don't do this, Larry!

- Finally!
- Come on.

Help me out, man.
[grunts]

[people gasp]
- Hey.

All right, bag him.
- Yeah, I'll get on his chest.

- Heart rate's 30.
He's not circulating.

- Come on.
Retract the wires, start over.

[tense music]

♪

- He poisoned himself?

- Well, his lab and symptoms
indicate that he has.

- He believes Lewis
needs to die

in the presence
of his daughter,

so that Harper can say good-bye
and get closure.

- Look, you need to tell
your daughter the truth.

- I can't.
No.

- If you end it now,

Derek will have no reason
to play this all out.

- But if Harper finds out
that I lied to her,

she will never trust me again.
- Elaine.

If you don't stop this,
Derek is going to die.

- Harper can handle the truth.

Trust me.

I'm not saying it's gonna be
easy, but eventually, she'll--

she'll understand,
and she will forgive you.

- [sighs]
All right.

But only if he agrees.

Harper will never believe that
Derek is not her dad

unless he is the one
that tells her.

- Okay.
Go and talk to him.

Please.

We can--we can ask a nurse to
take Harper to the cafeteria.

- Okay.

[sniffs]

[tense music]

♪

[beeps]

♪

- Connie.

Yeah, I couldn't get Sean
on the phone.

- He's not in today.
Can I help?

- Yeah, I'm looking
for a woman.

She's a regular.
She calls herself Val.

- Oh, yeah.

- Have you seen her today?
- No.

- [sighs]

- Is everything okay?

[indistinct chatter]

- He's been down too long.
You gotta hurry.

- Yeah, I'm--
I'm stuck in his neck,

and I--I can't advance the wire
to his heart.

- Heart rate's down to 20.

- Steve, take over for me.

Okay.

Okay, I can feel the wire.
It is stuck.

Okay, I'm gonna turn his head

and see if that expands
the opening,

and when I do, see if you can
push the wire forward, okay?

- Okay.
- All right.

One, two, three.

♪

- Hold compressions.

[beeps]

I see PVCs.
We're in.

Pacing him now.

- Come on.

Nothing.
Take it up to 100.

- 100.

I don't understand.

It won't capture.
- Come on, come on.

- [coughing]

- Okay.

- Okay.
Pressure's climbing.

- [coughs]
What happened?

- Just breathe, Larry.

We're taking you
to the hospital.

- All right,
let's get him on the gurney.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

- [coughs]

- Prison transport standing by.

- Well, I'll let the warden
know he's on his way.

- [grunting and shouting]

- Dr. Choi, Dr. Marcel.

- [shouting]

My arm!

- Push 50 mics of fentanyl
and get him on oxygen.

- [shouts]

- Okay, okay, okay, all right.

All right.
- [screaming]

- Arm's dead and necrotic.

- Lethal injection drugs
constricted blood supply.

We need to amputate.

Get the Hybrid O.R. ready.

- [screams]

- Dr. Choi, can I--

- [shouting]

- There's no point amputating
a man's arm

who's just gonna get executed.

- Look, we're here to
treat him, and right now,

that means amputating his arm.

- Arm's already dead and gone.

Won't be long
before he's septic.

I say we load him up
with pain meds,

let nature take its course.

- We're doctors,
not executioners.

- Hybrid O.R.'s ready.

[dramatic music]

- Okay.

Let's move.

Let's move.

.

[heart monitor beeping]

- Siana?

You and your baby
are not getting enough oxygen.

You need a C-section right now.

- [heavy breathing]

You're just gonna
make things worse.

- I know you don't trust me,
and I get it.

But you can't rely
on Dr. Asher today, either.

She's not coming.
- No.

No!

- Siana, listen to me.

In a few minutes you're gonna
go into respiratory failure.

You'll suffocate and die,

at which point we'll rush you
upstairs for a C-section

and deliver your daughter.

- Siana,

you said you wanted everything
to be perfect for your baby.

That means making sure she
grows up with her mother.

- [cries]

- Please.

- Will you let us help you?

Open intubation tray.

Call OB, tell 'em
we're on our way.

- [crying]

[saw buzzing]

- Almost there.

Okay, bone's cut.

Just need to release
the posterior muscle.

[dramatic music]

[snips]

Okay.

♪

Here we go.

♪

All right, let's go ahead
and tie off the vessels.

Wait a second.

The skin
on his shoulder's dusky.

Hand me a scalpel.

Whoa.

Sorry, doc.

The necrosis has spread all
the way into the shoulders

and chest.

We gotta keep going.

- [screams]
Okay, I'm gonna get help.

He won't do it!

He wouldn't even discuss it,

and now he's getting
really sick.

[heart rate monitor beeping]

- He's in bronchospasm.

Push 0.3 milligrams sub-q epi.

Tell us what you took.

- Sats are coming up.

- Your kidneys are starting
to shut down.

Tell us what you took.

- Do you have any idea
what it looks like

when a human being
goes into organ failure?

It's gruesome.

Horribly painful--
it's violent.

Are you sure that that's--

that's the kind of closure
that you wanna give to Harper?

What if we can figure out
a way,

to give you what you want
and save your life?

- How?

- By staging your death.

Okay?

You give your daughter
a final farewell,

and then you drift off
to sleep.

- What?
No.

- It has to be perfect.

It has to be real for Harper.

- Real but peaceful.

You go to sleep,
she leaves the room.

- [heavy breathing]
- All right?

Tell us what you took.

- I will.

Afterwards.

- Dr. Charles.

You can't do this.
- What's the alternative?

Sit there while the guy dies?

Just do nothing
while he kills himself?

- There has to be
another option.

- Look, unfortunately,
one way or the other,

Harper's gonna experience
her father's death.

Right?

But this way, hopefully, it'll
be less traumatic for her

and maybe we can save
the guy's life.

- Decay's infiltrated all
the way into his chest cavity.

- Pressure's dropping.

- Axillary artery's torn and
retracted into his chest.

[tense music]

I can't pinch it off.

- Pressure's down to 80.

[heart monitor beeping rapidly]
- Come on.

I need to clamp it.

♪

I can't reach it.
- He's peri-arrest.

- I can't get control
of the vessel.

- He's bradying.
Heart rate's 20.

- Doing the best I can.

- He's arresting.
Lost his pulse.

[heart monitor flatlines]

You need to start compressions.

- And circulate what?

- He's right.

His blood's already
on the table.

Time of death, 16:22.

[sighs]

- Daddy?
- Hmm?

[soft dramatic music]

♪

- Hey, sweetheart.

♪

Daddy's really sick.

- But you're gonna
get better, right?

- I don't think
they can fix me, honeybear.

But I want you to know

that I'm so proud of you.

And remember,

Daddy loves you
more than anything.

- I love you too, Daddy.

♪

- I think, uh, we should
let your daddy get some rest.

- Okay, baby.
Come on.

Come on.

- You're gonna get better.
You're gonna get better, okay?

We're gonna do all the things
you talked about.

You're gonna take me to Geneva,

and Paris,

and we'll see the Eiffel Tower
and the Mona Lisa

and that really big museum.

[crying]

You can't die, Daddy.
You can't die.

[somber music]

♪

Daddy?

- I can't do this to you.
I'm so sorry.

- You're okay?

- I am, sweetie.
I'm right here.

Don't let me die--for her sake.
It was cyanide.

- Grab a cyanokit
from the pyxis

and hang the hydroxocobalamin,
now.

- Is my Daddy
really gonna be okay?

Is he?

- Yeah.
Yeah, he is.

- Come on, honey, let's let
the doctors work on him, okay?

Okay, come on.
Come on.

- It's gonna be okay, Daddy.
- Yeah.

.

- Almost there.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

[gasps]

Ah.

Baby girl.
Premature but healthy.

All right,
let's get her to the NICU.

- How's mom?

- Sats and pressure
holding steady.

Should be fine.

[baby cooing]

- Hey.
How are Siana and the baby?

- They're fine.

- Oh, thank God.
- Now.

- I just, uh--
my phone crashed on me.

I had to get it fixed, and
I caught a flat, it's just--

it was, like,
the perfect storm.

I just could not
get in here today.

- Your patient and her baby
almost died today

while you were off somewhere
getting high.

- High?

I told you.
I caught a flat.

- You expect me
to believe that?

- [laughs]

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

- Yeah, that was a mistake.

- A mistake?
- Yeah.

And it was a mistake thinking
you'd turn yourself in today.

- You know what?
You think whatever you want to.

I need to go check on Siana.

[door opens]

♪

[door slams]

- A few hours ago, you were
ready to discharge him.

Now you're telling us
he's dead?

- The doctors encounter
complications in surgery.

- Bleeding to be specific.

Ultimately, we weren't able
to get it under control.

- They did everything
they could.

- You can explain all that
to the A.G.

That man belonged
to the state of Indiana,

and he died on your watch.

Let's go.

- Is there anything
I need to know

about what happened in there?

- Ms. Goodwin.

I assure you Dr. Marcel and I
did all we could.

- Mm-hmm.

I'm glad to hear that.

- How's he doing?

- Dr. Latham was able to
implant a permanent pacemaker.

He should make a full recovery.

- Thank God.

- He also said that
given the circumstances,

it was a very impressive save.

- I don't understand.

My Daddy's not my Daddy?

But he is.

- You know, Harper,
it really is kinda confusing.

And it might take a while
for you to understand.

But all you really need to know

is that he loves you
very, very much.

- I know that.

Can I go see him now?

- Okay.

Yeah, of course.
We can go see him.

[knocking on door]

- Hey.
You ready?

- Yeah.

Listen,

I know we had plans tonight,

but I was wondering
if maybe we could

grab a drink
with Crockett first.

- With Crockett?

[somber music]

- I know you don't think
the world of the guy,

but we had a really rough day
on the case today.

♪

- Oh.
Okay.

Why don't you go ahead--
- Forget it.

I can do it another time.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Come on.
Let's go home.

We got a date tonight, right?

- [chuckles]
Yeah.

Okay.

- Hey, Earl.
You got a minute?

- Yeah.
What do you need, Dr. Halstead?

- A favor.

- Search.

Come on.

[dog barking]

- You were right.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]