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We know that you're unhoused.

Aren't you kicking us out now?

I am considering exaggerating to get her admitted.

I might have a solution.

He pretended to give you everything

when he was actually taking it all away.

Trust me, I know.

You wanna talk about it or...

Not even a little bit.

My mother and I had a complicated relationship.

We've got to stick together.

Danny, you do know I always loved you, don't you?

Daniel?

Sorry.

What are... what are these ones?

These are closing statement, settlement statement,

-and executor's deed. -Okay. Great.

-So, uh... so that's it, then? -Uh, almost.

There are a few miscellaneous items for which

Margaret didn't name a legatee.

Ah.

Her E. Guigal Côte-Rôtie La Mouline.

She was saving it for a special occasion.

Oh, you take that, Frederick.

I'm more of a, uh... more of a scotch guy anyway.

I will drink it in Margaret's honor.

Oh, well, look at you and Tommy in your darling little outfits.

And here's Blackhawks season ticket info.

Margaret had them set to auto renew every year.

Ooh. Who's TT?

No idea, but Mom hated sports.

She wouldn't even go to Tommy's games

when he was being scouted.

-Really? -Yeah.

It felt like she was always at a game of some kind.

Are you sure we're talking

about the same Margaret Charles?

People contain multitudes, Daniel.

Okay, I will, uh, call the ticket office,

see if I can get these refunded.

And, um, yeah.

All right.

Well, It was a pleasure doing probate with you.

Pleasure's all mine. Thank you, Frederick.

I don't really have a choice, do I?

-Dr. Ripley? -Yeah?

Maintenance is saying three days until

they can come take a look at that lock

-on the bathroom stall. -Three days...

I'll, um... I'll call them on my lunch break.

I thought you were gonna talk to the pharmacy tech

on your lunch break.

I'll just skip the part where I eat and, uh, handle both.

Great.

How's your day going?

Just trying to keep Caitlin's ship righted

until she returns, but I'm underwater

in paperwork and broken equipment.

Look, I, uh...

I get how technically, those issues

fall under your jurisdiction,

but that doesn't mean you personally

have to fix them, buddy.

I mean, you're the boss, remember?

Am I?

I feel like a schedule cop and a locksmith

and Kacy's therapist.

-Oh, man. -Sorry.

I haven't had a day off in three weeks,

and I find myself agreeing to everything.

Well, stop doing that.

You're in charge, man, okay?

And, uh, you know, not for nothing,

guy I've known for, what, 20 years now?

A whole lot of things, but doormat was never one of them.

Hey, rich guy in 6

injured his hand, and it sounds like he might've had a seizure.

-Lance Carpenter? -Yeah.

You know him?

Well, not personally, but everyone in Chicago

thinks he killed his wife.

Okay, I'm leaning in.

It was like, 30 years ago.

He took his wife and some friends

out on a yacht, and she ends up drowning

in the middle of the night while everyone else is asleep.

Oh, he definitely did it, then.

Well, his people made it go away.

He's the heir to some skincare dynasty.

Is he still single?

It's different for me.

-What's the joke? -Oh.

"Nick of Time: Back 2 the Pack"

dropped its first two episodes last night.

I... I don't know what that is.

That's your mom's old stuff.

Yeah, I haven't been able to bring myself to open it

-since she died. -Wait, why is John...

Demeaning myself for the next generation

of tweens and their moms?

Because I'm a good friend

and a good son.

I'm helping my mom with the medical bills for my dad.

Apparently, dying is quite expensive.

You're an actor.

That explains so much.

You really have never seen the original?

Oh, I, uh...

I grew up in a zero-device household.

-That explains so much. -Oh, that's funny.

Dr. Frost, Dr. Wu, Lakeside University called.

Two patients coming in by private vehicle.

-Possible code orange. -Okay.

What's a code orange?

Means we need a wardrobe change.

Well, I suspect you've broken your fifth metacarpal.

You wanna walk me through what happened?

We were in the middle of our session.

I'm a writer.

For the past few months, I've been interviewing

Lance for his memoir.

Today, he was in the middle of telling a story

when he suddenly got agitated, combative.

He got up and ran to the patio doors,

started yelling, punched the door frame,

then threw a chair through the glass.

He was yelling Lila's name.

Is Lila his dead wife?

I don't know... I don't know what happened.

I thought I saw her, but obviously...

I don't know what I saw.

Then he just collapsed, started convulsing.

It was really scary.

Has this ever happened before?

Seeing my dead wife or having a seizure?

-Either. -First time for both.

But I assure you, I'm fine.

The only reason I let Melody bring us here

is that she cut her hand cleaning up the glass.

Okay, well, that might need stitches.

Let's get Lance basic trauma labs,

a tetanus, a head CT, and an X-ray for that hand

while I get Melody situated in her own room.

No blood work or imaging.

He doesn't want armchair sleuths

getting ahold of his DNA.

But something is really wrong.

I'll have my colleague administer a cognitive test.

Right this way.

So how's your transition of power going?

-Loving it so far. -Mm.

'Cause I heard it's mostly admin and...

ah, what was it?

Uh, fielding complaints from residents?

Mm-hmm. Do you have a complaint, John?

It's not a complaint as much as a concern.

It's about what you said to the kidnapper's wife,

about mistaking mercy for love.

Look, I don't know your situation,

but I do know what it's like to have parents...

I said what I needed to say to get her to talk.

Doesn't make it true.

Well, it felt true.

Maybe I'm just a better actor than you.

What happened?

We were in the hallway of the science building

at Lakeside University.

I heard an explosion and screams.

I found these two under the emergency shower

in the chem lab.

The flask exploded.

It's nitric acid.

We told the guys not to touch us.

That was smart.

You probably still have acid on you.

Smart's not a word he deserves right now.

-I set up Trauma 1 for Decon. -Trauma 1.

We need to remove all clothing and jewelry

for decontamination.

Grossly clear.

Same with him.

Let's get 1 milligram of Dilaudid to help with the pain.

Hey.

-Nitri-Solve gloves, Trini. -Oop. Yep.

We have to get this jacket off, okay?

Hey, what about their safety goggles?

Might wanna leave those on for what comes next.

There's acid in these blisters.

Get the Diphoterine solution ready

and push another milligram of Dilaudid for both.

Okay, what happens next isn't gonna be pleasant.

We'll need to pop your blisters to prevent the nitric acid

from continuing to react with your skin.

We're gonna have to scrub away the dead skin.

It is going to hurt a lot.

We can sedate and intubate if you prefer,

but time is a factor.

Just do it.

Yeah, go ahead.

So that's a code orange.

I am surprised he's letting you write a book about him.

I mean, it's just gonna open him up

to scrutiny all over again.

No one was more surprised than me.

My day job is writing takedown pieces,

so Lance knows I'm not gonna go easy on him.

He says that's why he chose me.

Because if I say he's innocent,

then people will actually believe it.

Has he said anything about that night?

Nope.

Trying to be patient.

But he spends most of the time talking

about his philanthropy, his public service,

or turns the questions around to me.

Well, it makes sense he'd wanna

paint himself in the best light.

Yeah, he's charismatic.

He charms everyone around him.

And I feel like a sucker 'cause it's worked on me.

I'll admit, these past few months, I actually

started to like the guy.

But today, I saw his dark side.

That must've been scary.

The look in his eyes when he punched the door

and said Lila's name?

I realized that could be the real him.

Well, baby's heart rate is good.

BP 137/85.

-That's high, right? -A little.

But Harper, how are you feeling today?

Any abdominal pain?

No, just a lot of gas.

That's pretty normal.

What about any signs of spotting?

-No, none. -Is something wrong?

Not at all.

But I would like to run some tests,

just to double-check that her levels

are where they should be.

Okay, thank you.

Okay.

Baby seems on the smaller side.

And she's only grown 200 grams in the three weeks

that Harper's been here.

And her AFI is slower than I'd like.

Yeah, that paired with her elevated blood pressure.

Could be nothing.

But let's get a CBC, a CMP, and urine PCR, just to be safe.

You're running tests on the couple in 5 and 6?

Mm-hmm. Why?

They're flagged to be discharged today.

Did Ms. Sloan find out we played the system?

Maybe.

I'll handle this.

Okay, so I'm going to ask you to remember

three words, all right?

And those words are captain, garden, picture.

-Okay. -And our three words were?

-Captain, garden, picture. -Excellent.

Now, I'd like you to draw me a clock face.

Is Melody okay?

Uh, yeah.

I think she might've gotten a little scared, you know,

when you lost control, but... but she'll survive.

I made a point to keep my anger in check around her.

Ruined that today.

Any big changes in your life recently?

Any new stressors?

I'm the CEO of a

multibillion-dollar corporation.

Every minute of every day, a new stressor is introduced.

What time do I make the clock?

How about 10 after 11:00?

And our three words are?

Captain, garden, picture.

Okay.

Look, I'm not seeing any evidence

of cognitive impairment here,

but something made you hallucinate

and have a seizure earlier today.

Would you just let me send you upstairs for a quick MRI?

I feel fine, and I'd like to leave.

Got it.

Well, um, Melody is still in with Dr. Ripley.

So I'll go suss that out, and we'll get you guys

out of here as quickly as we can.

Loving these pain meds.

Almost makes the company bearable.

I think you're forgetting that your illiterate ass

is the reason we're here.

We were nitrating phenol,

and he was supposed to use a 3.5 molar nitric acid,

and he used 16 instead.

Sounds like an honest mistake.

Typical underachiever.

Well, your chest X-rays

revealed a bit of haziness in the lungs,

most likely caused by the inhalation of nitrogen dioxide.

We'll start you on q4 Albuterol nebulizers

to help open up your airways.

We are gonna need to keep you both overnight

to monitor your burns and make sure

that your oxygen levels improve.

I know that you are both legal adults,

but would you like us to call your parents?

-Mine are in Tokyo. -I don't wanna worry them.

I don't get why you guys keep working together

when you clearly don't click.

Well, it's not by choice.

Our last names are next to each other in the alphabet.

I begged Professor Lopez for a lab partner

who isn't a pretentious diva.

And I politely requested one that didn't have to change

his gloves every five minutes because of his...

Sweaty hands.

Yes, it was my call to discharge the couple

from the overflow room.

Well, I have concerns. Harper needs to be here.

Her amniotic fluid index is low.

-How low? -5.5.

-That's still within range. -Barely.

And her blood pressure is also high.

How high?

137/85, and the baby's only grown

200 grams in the three weeks that she's been here.

Well, none of this is sounding any alarm bells to me.

In my experience, the combination

of these conditions, as well as factoring

Harper's mental health issues, warrants additional monitoring.

Right, the same way the two of you needed

to monitor Ms. Doherty and Mr. Kaufman for typhus.

I appreciate how much you care

and how thorough both of you are as physicians,

but as someone in a managerial position,

it's my job to ensure that hospital resources

are being properly used.

There is a system in place for hospital admittance,

and Ms. Doherty and Mr. Kaufman do not meet the criteria.

And so my decision stands.

We need these beds for patients who are actually sick.

Dr. Ripley, honestly, I expected more from you.

Ms. Sloan.

Look, I get that you're new here

and probably still figuring things out,

but if you're making decisions from your keyboard,

you're doing the job wrong.

Decisions regarding patient care

should be made by people who actually care

about the patient,

specifically the doctors in this ED.

So moving forward, I'd recommend

you stay in your lane.

Your dissatisfaction has been noted.

I don't think I've ever been more turned on in my life.

Come here.

Hi.

I thought phase one of your prion trial

lasted another week.

Oh, yeah, what can I say?

I decided I'd rather see you than get another spinal tap.

It was close, though.

Relax.

Dr. Abrams is gonna do it.

I'm really glad you're back.

I know.

This place is, like, falling apart without me.

No, I'm falling apart without you.

You are so dramatic.

Well, that's true.

Now, I need you to use that big-boy voice

and tell me how angry it makes you

when I put profits over patients.

Which bed for Tyler Drake?

9 and 3 are freshly turned over.

Weren't there two chemical burn patients?

Yeah, the other one was sent upstairs.

Were her injuries more severe?

No. I thought it was weird too.

Okay, we made a few phone calls

and found a temporary shelter that'll take you.

-For both of us? -Oh, yes.

Just ask for Yvonne.

She's holding two beds.

Now, Harper, we have a free women's clinic here

every Thursday between 11:00 and 4:00,

but I want you to come back to the ED immediately

if you experience any new or unusual discomfort

or bleeding, okay?

I mean, I'm 37 weeks pregnant,

so discomfort is a constant.

Look, I'm really sorry, guys.

I wish that there was more that we could do.

You've both done a lot more than most people

in your position would have.

Besides, I have two job interviews happening next week,

so don't worry. We'll land back on our feet.

-We'll be okay. -Yeah.

Let's go.

Thank you.

Mm. Hey.

You want a taco? I have extra.

Michelle's got me doing liquid lunches.

Mm. Oh.

So I'd ask how your trip was,

but I don't wanna seem disingenuous.

While the in-person phase of the clinical trial

has concluded, I still have to do

monthly lumbar punctures

and regular testing of my prion levels.

So you're on the fun train.

And you want me to be your conductor.

No one else knows about my diagnosis.

Just you, Mitch, and Kip.

And I would like to keep it that way.

Okay. It'll stay in the vault.

Look, these treatments are most effective when anxiety

and stress are at a minimum.

So are you sure that an early return to the ED

is such a good idea?

Nothing makes my anxiety skyrocket more than idle hands,

and I already gave three months of my life

to an experimental treatment.

I'm ready to get back to work.

I'm glad you decided to fight this, Caitlin.

Thanks.

You'll need to sign this.

It says you're leaving against medical advice.

Lance, when we were talking earlier,

I noticed a twitch in your right eye.

It's called a monocular nystagmus,

and it's often a very serious...

I appreciate the concern.

But I do feel a lot better.

I am beat, though.

We should pick up where we left off tomorrow.

I don't think I'm the right person

to tell your story anymore.

Why not?

I think maybe...

You're... you're afraid of me.

A little. Yeah.

But I also don't even know why you hired me.

You tiptoe around all my questions.

Okay.

We both had long days.

Why don't you sleep on it?

I don't need to.

You're too closed off.

You won't even let these doctors run tests.

How am I supposed to believe

you'll ever give me the full story?

I'm sorry, Lance, but to that end,

I just do need to go on the record

and let you know that I'm emphatically

recommending an MRI.

I've already had one.

You want a good story?

Notorious suspected killer Lance Carpenter

dies from a brain tumor.

4-centimeter glioma pressing on my temporal lobe,

diagnosed six months ago.

This isn't a death sentence.

Why haven't you had it removed?

The physician couldn't guarantee that I would

survive the surgery, and there was something

I needed to do before I died.

It's not about the book or my reputation.

I just didn't wanna die without ever knowing my daughter.

-Your daughter? -Yeah.

My daughter.

Melody.

You left this back there.

Don't think I need it anymore.

That was a lot to get dumped on you.

The only thing my mom ever told me about my father

was that he was married.

She left off the, uh,

"notorious murder suspect" part?

Yeah.

And then when I was 12, she died.

-Car accident. -I'm sorry.

I spent years in the system, dreaming that my dad

was some rich, successful guy that was gonna show up

one day and save me.

Careful what you wish for, I guess.

The only thing worse than not having a father

is having one who kills people.

You think he did it?

No.

I don't know. Maybe.

You have the chance to ask those questions.

And what if I don't like the answers?

You may not, but at least you won't have to wonder.

I think I'm good.

I don't know, but...

did Melody leave?

Yeah.

She left this behind.

Yeah.

She's angry.

She gets her temper from me.

So now I have nothing left to lose,

I will do the surgery.

Okay.

Excellent.

I'll get you an MRI and book a consult

with our neurosurgeon right away.

Look, if you really want your daughter to know you,

there's really just one thing you have to do,

and that's just, uh, be honest with her

about everything.

Okay, thanks.

MRI is backed up.

It's gonna be another hour.

Okay.

Page me when we have his imaging.

I just have a quick errand to run.

Yeah, thank you.

I didn't quite have my mom pegged for a...

a hockey fan.

Oh, well, no, she hated everything about it...

the rowdy fans, the loud music,

the Arctic temperature in the arena.

Well, then I don't quite understand why

she had season tickets for a sport she despised.

Well, they weren't for her.

They were for Tommy's Team.

Tommy's Team? What's that?

It's the program your mom started

after your brother passed.

Huh.

What... what kind of program?

She launched Tommy's Team, like,

20 years ago for teens at risk for alcohol and drug abuse.

They now have coaching sessions,

camps for 12 different sports.

Special seats for hockey games.

For the ones who stay clean, yes.

Ha.

Just like Mom, all about results,

even when that's not quite the point.

They get to meet the players.

Sometimes they even get to go out on the ice after the game.

Tommy's Team has helped so many kids.

And these are her seats.

She even had a dedication plaque put in.

Well.

Yeah.

Yeah, my brother loved playing sports,

but I think he loved being on a team even more.

Because maybe his teammates found a better family

than the one he had at home.

I think the year he hurt his arm,

he had to sit out a whole season,

and that's when he...

Started up on the painkillers.

Your mother didn't want any other kids

to have to experience that.

She talked about you both a ton.

Um, as I said on the phone, we're happy

to refund your tickets, but I do hope

you decide to carry on your mother's legacy instead.

Hey.

Your heart rate and blood pressure is up.

Abby, page Dr. Frost.

It's probably 'cause I'm... I'm kind of freaking out.

It's just now hitting me

how much damage we did to the chem lab.

Well, accidents happen.

Try to take some deep breaths for me.

I'm only there on scholarship,

which they can rescind for any reason.

Imogen never has to worry about these things.

She has a trust fund.

But if I have to drop out, I'll...

I'll end up working in retail for the rest of my life.

Hey, I need some help here.

He's in V-tach.

What happened?

He was tachycardic, with a 103 fever.

Tremored and went into V-tach.

Okay, I'll take over.

Give him 1 milligram of epi and charge to 100.

Come on, buddy.

John, you ready?

-Go. -Clear.

Okay, he's back in sinus rhythm.

I don't understand what could've caused this.

I mean, it's too soon for wound infection.

Maybe systemic toxicity from phenol

being absorbed into the bloodstream?

There was no indication that phenol ever touched his skin.

Albuterol can sometimes trigger V-tach.

But his potassium levels were normal.

Imogen, she was exposed to the same chemicals.

If he arrested, she's in danger of arresting too.

Sorry. Excuse me.

Your blood pressure and heart rate are normal.

-Has she been febrile? -Nope. I just checked.

-98.1. -Any tremors?

Okay, this doesn't make any sense.

-Dr. Asher? -Yep?

Paramedics are bringing in a pregnant woman now.

Said she was in here earlier.

Treatment 2.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no.

26-year-old female, 37 weeks pregnant,

experiencing sudden onset abdominal pain

-and heavy vaginal bleeding. -Heart rate's 128.

BP's 142/93. Partner behind us.

Hey, Harper, we've got you.

-Is my baby okay? -Abdomen's rigid.

We were just getting to the shelter when she collapsed.

She's hemorrhaging. This is a placental abruption.

Harper, I'm gonna need to perform

an emergency C-section, okay?

Let's get her to the hybrid OR immediately.

Vascular's got an angio in there.

-She won't make it upstairs. -Trauma 3 is open.

-Sloan won't like that. -Ask me if I care.

We're delivering this baby in the ED.

Amniotic sac ruptured. Mitch, can I get more suction?

We're doing C-sections in the ED now?

You got a better plan? I'd love to hear it.

Okay, here we go.

Here she comes.

Clamp.

Scissors.

Okay.

Come on.

Come on.

She's not breathing.

Flap.

Heart rate is 95, and there's no respiratory effort.

Okay, uterus has no tone. She's still hemorrhaging.

I need to intubate.

Let's push TXA and Hemabate IM.

We need more O-neg.

That was the last unit. I'll trigger the MTP.

Her BP's dropping, Hannah.

So the imaging shows that the glioma has crossed

the mid line of your brain.

That sounds bad.

So what?

I waited to get the surgery,

and now it's gonna be even more dangerous?

Unfortunately, Lance, surgery is no longer an option.

The tumor has no clear borders,

and it's wrapped itself around your blood vessels.

There's simply no way to remove it.

How much time do I have?

Every case is different, but if I have to guess,

a few months.

There are other treatment options

that could give you more time than that.

Get out.

Mr. Carpenter, with radiation and chemo...

I said get out!

Was Tyler exposed to any chemicals besides

the nitric acid and phenol?

Not that I know of. Is he gonna be okay?

He's annoying, but I don't want him to die.

I mean, he's stabilized for now,

but we need to figure out what caused his heart to stop

or it'll happen again.

Maybe he was exposed longer than you were?

I mean, we both ran to the emergency shower.

Got there at the same time.

Anything he could've have ingested?

I mean, school is stressful. Does he use drugs?

I wouldn't know.

I try not to engage with him outside of our assignments.

Even if it's something you don't think is important,

it might help.

So you want me to tell you all of Tyler's annoying habits?

His handwriting is like a serial killer's.

He eats like a pygmy shrew.

One time, I saw Tyler put down three double cheeseburgers

in one lecture.

Oh, also, when he's wrong, his voice

-gets really high-pitched. -Wait, wait, hang on.

Earlier, didn't you say his hands sweat a lot?

Yeah. It's gross.

Okay, so sweaty, and he eats a lot but isn't overweight.

Gonna be in trouble when we...

I just performed an emergency C-section on Harper Doherty.

Paramedics brought her in after she collapsed

at the shelter we sent her to.

The unhoused couple that have been

in the overflow room for weeks.

She'd had a placental abruption

and was hemorrhaging upon arrival.

Once we delivered, she suffered uterine atony.

I tried an intrauterine balloon tamponade,

a uterine artery ligation,

but nothing would stop the bleeding.

I had to remove her uterus.

Well, it sounds like you handled a tough delivery

remarkably well.

Yes, but it didn't have to be a tough delivery!

You are so busy looking at her numbers

that you couldn't even see the patient.

You are so focused on the bottom line

that you can't even see that your patients, human beings,

are falling through the cracks.

How's the baby?

Honestly, I don't know.

And these next 48 hours are pretty critical.

But right now, she's undergoing a blood transfusion

as a machine breathes for her.

You're a little emotional right now,

and this job can be very tricky when emotions are involved.

No, see, that's the thing...

Emotion has nothing to do with this.

Because everything about Harper's situation

set off alarm bells in my brain this morning.

I knew that letting her leave this hospital was a bad idea,

and I let it happen anyway.

And now I need to live with the consequences.

But so do you.

Some days, this job is harder than others.

I know it seems like I'm the bad guy,

but all I want is for this to be the best hospital it can be.

Well, I'd argue it was pretty great before you got here.

You must hate me.

No, I don't.

I worry for you.

I've been where you are.

Come on, Ms. Goodwin. I took your job.

No, no, no. Miranda took my job.

Besides, we have more in common than you think.

We both want what's best for Gaffney.

I can see that.

Well, I'm trying.

And failing.

Well, failure is a part of the job, believe it or not.

My advice?

Surround yourself with doctors you trust,

but know that you're the one who'll be held accountable

for every tough decision.

So you gotta trust your gut.

With respect, Ms. Goodwin,

that might've worked in your tenure,

but with this system Miranda has in place,

it just takes all the gut checks out of the equation.

Listen.

-About earlier? -Oh, please.

You're not the first person to get angry at news

that they didn't wanna hear, and, trust me,

you're not gonna be the last.

Oh.

Melody.

Dr. Ripley filled me in on your prognosis.

Pretty dumb move waiting to treat it.

I don't regret it.

Getting to know you these past few months,

it was worth it.

Glad you've had a fun few months.

But I needed a father 20 years ago.

That's fair.

I kept telling myself I stayed away to protect you,

but really, I was just scared

and selfish.

I hope you can forgive me.

I don't know if I can.

But I'd like to finish what we started...

hear the rest of your story.

I accept those terms.

You might need this.

It baffles me why someone who's lived such a controversial life

would wanna put it all out there for the world to read.

Because he wants his legacy to be more than

whatever happened on that boat that night.

People contain multitudes, Mitchell, right?

I mean, maybe he doesn't want that to be

the only story anybody tells about him after he's gone.

-Mm. -I don't have a clue.

I mean, maybe he just wants to spend a little

more time with his daughter.

And who could blame him for that?

Well, Tyler, your labs confirmed what Dr. Wu

and I guessed, hyperthyroidism.

Exacerbated by the chemical burns,

caused a thyroid storm.

I help them figure it out

because of your gross, sweaty hands.

It might not be the condition.

I think you just make me nervous.

Because...

I might not totally hate you.

I might not totally hate you, either.

Well, we'll leave you guys to it.

Yeah.

Never would've guessed you could

fall in love over acid-filled blisters and thyroid storms.

Yeah, I forgot you're new here.

Ha.

-Listen, Annie. -Yeah.

-About what... -Oh, hey.

Hey, I... look, I know you and I have had some light bonding

after sharing a few patients, but it's not your place to try

and uncover my core wound.

So just... let's keep this profesh.

Sure thing, Chief.

Good.

While it's delightful to see you twice in one day.

I was a bit surprised by the choice of venue.

Well, it turns out that my mother started this project,

and I was kind of hoping that you'd help me keep it going.

Though I have to warn you, if you agree,

there could be many more Blackhawks games

in your future.

Oh.

Do I have to wear polyester?

You can wear whatever you like, Frederick.

Well, in that case, please call me Freddy.

Done.

This is us right here.

Well, this is nice.

Yeah.

So, um...

You know, it really, uh...

really kind of hit home for me today

that you knew this whole side of my mother that I...

I didn't even know existed.

Would you like to remedy that?

I think maybe I would, yeah.

I mean, I wanna know the Margaret you knew.

Right?

I mean, not just this angry woman who had a hard time

loving her kids, you know?

She never had trouble loving you, Daniel.

Well, I think sometimes she had trouble showing it.

But I love this idea.

I could tell Margaret stories for hours,

though I do hope you'll return the favor.

My own time with her, like a footprint in the sand,

too quickly washed away.

Huh.

Sounds like a fair deal to me.

To Margaret.

To Mom.

Okay, Ashley Venable.

Uninsured.

Last one.

Sarah Williams.

Medicaid.

Nearly every patient sent to this overflow room

is underinsured or has no insurance at all.

While the patients with private insurance

are admitted and sent upstairs.

This can't be a coincidence.

Do you think Miranda manipulated the intake system?

Yes, I do.

That seems really messed up.

Discriminating levels of care based on insurance status

is more than just messed up, Doris.

It's illegal.