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Perfect.

What are you doing to me?

Not the results we'd hoped for.

Your labs confirm
what we saw on the ultrasound.

You're in end-stage liver disease.

But I always took my medicine.

I know.

You're the most compliant
patient I have.

But autoimmune hepatitis can
progress even with treatment.

You need a liver transplant.

We talked about that before, remember?

But you're gonna have
a fantastic team of surgeons

working their tails off
to get you fixed up.

We're gonna get you admitted.

Do you have any questions?

Someone has to die

so I can live?

I want to pray,

but I can't pray
for someone else to die.

Ooh, hold the door!

Oh.

Thank you! I'm late enough already.

What happened to you?

Oh, not much.

Just slept through my alarm,
stubbed my toe,

then got a parking ticket
and a flat tire.

You have a 50-year-old relic,
and you don't use Triple A?

I drive a 44-year-old car,

and it takes longer to wait for help

than it is to put the spare on myself.

I'm surprised you know how to use it.

Because I'm a woman?

Because you're a millennial.

I'm also an engineer who used
to work for a car company.

A computer company. You built software.

For self-driving cars.

So Sony is a car company

because they built stereos for cars...

My point is I obviously know
how to change a tire

faster than any tow truck driver or you.

Okay. No need to be hostile.

I'm just trying to make conversation.

Have a nice day.

What do you got?

He almost drowned in the triathlon.

We restarted his heart,
but he's obtunded,

and breathing's labored.

He was in the triathlon?

Agonal respiration
with accessory muscle use.

His sats are dropping.

It's Cort Graham. Eight liters oxygen.

Are we supposed to know who that is?

Cancer survivor and endurance athlete.

Also heads a big cancer charity.

Left lung has focal consolidation

and fluid collection.

- I need a chest tube.
- On it.

If he's an experienced swimmer,

something must've made him pass out.

Could be a heart attack. Stroke.

Head trauma? From swimming?

I did a sprint tri once.

The swim was like
a roller derby in water.

Damn it. Pyxis won't open.

I tried to put in my code,
but nothing happens.

Well, figure it out.
We need the chest tube.

I'm going to go in with a 10 blade.

That won't release enough fluid.

I know.

Come on!

He's cyanotic.

Ugh! Come on, open!

Get out of the way.

Don't just stand there. Get the tube.

Sorry. Sorry.

What's going on? Why didn't it open?

I don't know.

The power's on,
but our computers are down.

All of them? The whole hospital?

Looks that way.

Synced & corrected by -robtor-
www.addic7ed.com

We'll need to temporarily
close the clinic, ER,

and divert new patients.

Good news is,

the ORs are isolated from the network,

so we won't be able to share imaging

on external monitors,

but the MRI and radiology
machines are still functional.

Well, great.

Let's postpone all elective procedures,

keep the most urgent cases on the board.

Got it.

You call the cops?

San Jose Police and the FBI

and the Cyber Attack insurance carrier.

What's the ransom?

Two million.

Well, we have the data backed up.

Got it covered.

We got a problem.

If it's only one problem,

it'll make me extraordinarily happy.

No, it won't.

They actually hacked into the network

over three months ago.

Took their time to not
only encrypt our servers

but our on-site,
and cloud-based backups.

Don't we have backups, data?

Actually, we have three,

which get rotated out every 30 days,

which means the oldest backup we have

was synched four days
after the bastards broke in.

We have no data?

Technically, we still have data.

We just can't access it
without their encryption key.

Okay.

You can't pay the ransom.

You don't negotiate with terrorists.

What I can't do is pay

an exorbitant amount of
money to an insurance company

and then not use them.

They gave us 24 hours
to get the Bitcoin.

If I can find a mistake
in their encryption software,

I might be able to get our data back.

Of course, I'll also have
to retrace the attack chain

to find the exact door they came in.

Otherwise, we might as well toss

every computer we have
in the recycle... bin.

If you're trying to convince
me to not pay the ransom,

you maybe shouldn't have said
that last part.

I realized that as I was saying it.

You've got 24 hours.

The surgery shouldn't be a problem,

but finding a liver will be.

Her MELD score puts her first up.

On our list, which still
leaves her competing

against every patient in the region.

No procurement coordinator is
gonna discriminate

against a patient with Down Syndrome,

but they are gonna give a patient

with shorter life expectancy
a low priority.

She also lives alone

and doesn't have any family
to help with recovery.

She's worked so hard to be independent,

and now it's gonna be held against her?

It sucks, but it's not unfair.

I'm not giving up.

You don't have to worry about the list

if you can find a living donor.

Look for one who's already
volunteered to give a kidney.

Get help. With the network down,
everything's gonna take longer,

and she doesn't have much time.

I couldn't have gotten kicked.

Wasn't even close to the pack.

I thought swim
was your strongest section.

Usually, but I let my ego
get the best of me.

I went out way too fast

and got dropped at the first turn.

Well, I'm impressed
you're even out there.

I can barely finish a 5K.

I used to be the same way, too.

Cancer actually made me a better runner.

That can't be true.

The chemo you had reduces lung capacity,

and how could losing a leg
make you a faster runner?

Well, once you get past a mile,
it's not about speed.

It's about pain and how much
you're willing to push through.

And my threshold definitely increased

after chemo and rehab.

And seeing the hope I give survivors

every single time that
I cross the finish line,

that doesn't hurt either.

His cancer could be back.

The odds of sarcoma
reoccurrence are very high.

It could be lots of things.

It could be a virus or bacteria.

More likely cancer.

Overtraining can weaken
the immune system.

I'm a motivational speaker,

so literally a professional optimist.

I can handle the truth.

Dr. Murphy is probably right,

but we'll do a full blood
panel and chest CT to be sure.

The good news is, it's clearly
an underfunded startup.

Their website's garbage,

and the ransom's only half
your cyber policy limit.

Underfunded? Startup?

Website? Where do I start?

Despite what you see on TV,

these attacks don't come
from lone wolves.

It's a global business.

With websites and
customer service call centers.

Our IT Director thinks

that we might be able
to decrypt the data.

Even if he could do that,
which is impossible,

it wouldn't do any good
unless he can also retrace

the entire attack chain.

She explained that.

She also said that
she might be able to do both.

I'm sure your IT Director's excellent.

I'm also sure

that this is outside
her area of expertise.

The only way to retrieve
your data is to pay the fee.

Now, I'm sure I can negotiate
it down to a few hundred grand.

From two million?

Well, they're amateurs.

I'm not.

Thought I had a perfect match,

but she's in Shanghai on business.

How long's a flight from 11 hours,
but I couldn't talk her into it.

She's about to close the most
important deal of her life.

Who talked to John Raponi?

Retired firefighter,
peak physical condition.

I did.

He was at a bar at 3:00 p.m.

Doesn't give me high hopes

that his liver will be
in perfect condition.

Mmm, not ideal, but not disqualifying.

Rachel Trainor is a better option.

She's local, preschool teacher,

and an extremely devout Christian.

What makes you think her faith helps us?

I'm a devout Christian, and I'm not sure

I'd be a live liver donor
for a family member,

much less a stranger.

Well, you may be devout,
but you're also selfish.

Um, we all are,

relatively speaking.

So what makes you think Rachel isn't?

Her Instagram.

I mean, you'd be surprised
by how much you can learn

from what people "like,"

and Rachel likes everything she sees.

Like, literally everything.

We rescheduled the chemo
appointments we could,

but there's still three that
need their infusions today.

We're doing our best
to modify the regimens.

Okay. Check and see
if they got second opinions

from other oncologists.

And if so,
then maybe we can use those records.

- Okay.
- And keep me posted.

Yes.

What the hell?

You said I had 24 hours.

God, you're gonna
give me a heart attack.

I authorized a negotiation.
I didn't authorize a payment.

You don't trust me?

It's not about trust. It's about

weighing the costs of a delay.

Well, then you should know
your costs just went up.

They sent us a Signal text.

What's a bot worm?

It's what happens when
you listen to an insurance rep

instead of your own Head of IT.

They were insulted by the offer,

so they doubled the ransom
and activated malware.

If we don't pay,
they're gonna delete our data

and destroy all of our MRI,
CT, and X-ray machines.

They obviously just figured
out what the policy limit is,

which means they didn't do their
research and are now improvising.

They're playing catch-up.

Can we still get them down
to a few hundred K?

No. That was before they
had the policy information.

Now we'll end up somewhere between

their initial and current demands.

This is just a piece of paper

and a check to you, isn't it?

I'm sorry, you're upset
because your insurance rep

wants to promptly pay a claim?

The frequency of these attacks
is skyrocketing

because insurance companies
make it so easy to collect.

I'd quibble with the analysis
but accept the compliment.

It's just a matter of time before
these bastards kill someone.

I agree, but do you have
a solution or just a lecture?

Give me the time I asked
for to decrypt the data

and restore the network.

- Not gonna be able to restore...
- How do you even know that?

Because I've never seen it done.

- It would take a thousand years
- I'm not running

- a brute force with some...
- to run all the possible sequences.

Stop, stop, stop, stop!

Enough.

Your solutions aren't
mutually exclusive.

You keep negotiating,

and you do whatever you do
to get the network back online.

We have some good news.

Your cancer hasn't returned.

You have a fungal infection

that is causing a bleed
in your left lung.

- That's great.
- No, it's not.

The best treatment is surgical
excision of the infected lobe,

but we can't do that because of scarring

from the Bleomycin you were
treated with during chemotherapy.

They always do this good cop,
bad cop thing?

- Um...
- I'm sorry.

Dr. Murphy just has
a more direct bedside manner.

That's good. I like direct.

You can't climb an obstacle
until you're facing it head-on.

We're gonna start you on
an anti-fungal drug.

If surgery's the best,

that's what I want.

The chemo was over 10 years ago.

Bleomycin weakens the lungs permanently.

For most people.

I climbed five of the Seven
Summits with these lungs.

It's my decision.

I want the surgery.

I'm sorry,

but sometimes a positive attitude
just isn't enough.

We may have to try you
on several different drugs

before we see some improvement,

so you're gonna have to be patient.

It's not one of my strengths.

Me neither.

But we're gonna get
through this together.

Turkey, avocado, and Swiss
on wheat bread with mayonnaise.

It's your favorite.

I don't have time.

Low blood sugar can decrease
your ability to concentrate.

I've had five energy drinks
and three granola bars.

Okay.

I have an interesting patient.

He said he thought
cancer made him stronger,

- but that is obviously not true...
- Shaun!

Would you walk in on Glassman
while he's doing brain surgery,

offer him a sandwich,

and start telling him about your day?

That's different.

Of course.

Because his job's important
and mine's not.

Do you have any idea

how insulting it is
to hear you demean what I do,

just like every man
I've worked under and over

my whole career?

You...

You don't respect me.

You can't bring sandwiches into an OR.

I have to go.

Ah.

King me.

Hmm.

We have a problem.

Am I too sick for the transplant?

No.

But you are.

Your bloodwork indicates
nonalcoholic fatty liver disease.

It's a minor case which should
be manageable with diet,

but it means you can't be a liver donor.

Wouldn't a fatty liver
be better than nothing?

It wouldn't be safe for either of you.

There has to be another way.

We can't give up.

We're not giving up, but...

Thank you for trying to help me.

I'm sorry you are sick, too.

Your kidney is fine.

Would you be willing to donate it?

Uh, of course.

But how does that help Jamie?

You might be able to save
two lives with one kidney.

What's going on?

Blood oxygen level dropping.
He's hypoxic.

The anti-fungal regiment isn't working,
but don't worry.

There are other drugs we can try.

I want the surgery. Please.

I'll take the risk, whatever it is.

Not a risk. It's a guarantee.

Increase voriconazole by 320 milligrams

and add Amphotericin at 24 milligrams.

We may need to intubate you.

Stop! Stop.

I would survive the surgery.

- No, you...
- Yes.

I would.

Because I never had the drug.

Because I never had cancer.

So, how'd he lose his leg?

Drunken motorcycle accident
when he was 22.

It's good news.

Now we can give him
the surgery he needs.

No way.

He needs to find new doctors,

and we need to figure out
a way to alert the charity.

He faked cancer so he could steal money,
date models,

and get his face on a Wheaties box.

He didn't steal the money.

He gave it all to charity.

I don't care what he
did with it after he lied

and cheated thousands
of people to get it.

He should be in prison, not our OR.

Can we even do that?
Refuse to treat him?

We refuse to treat
noncompliant patients all the time.

What's going on?

I mean, he's obviously not
the first patient who's lied to you.

He didn't just hide
how much he smokes or drinks.

He weaponized people's empathy,

and he kept pushing his lie

until he was some sort of national hero.

- How does that not piss you off?
- It does.

But I can be pissed off
and professional.

Get him prepped for surgery.

A multi-organ chain.

We need to find someone who wants
to give a kidney to their loved one

but isn't a match,
but is a match to Jamie.

And the loved one has to be
a match to Rachel.

We have to match blood and tissue types,

as well as organ size,

and kidneys and livers have
different test requirements.

And we need another donor
willing to do a surgery

that's more painful and dangerous

than the one they already signed up for.

Twice the challenge.

To save twice as many lives.

Park and I will start calling hospitals.

Asher, back to social-media stalking.

Jordan, check local news reports

and any other corner
of the Internet you can scour.

Stay back

or you're gonna contaminate
my clean room.

I found an error.

Not theirs. Ours.

The serial numbers on
the server didn't match up.

Turns out one of my techs
spilled coffee on a server,

didn't want to tell me,

so he switched it out
three days before the hack.

His screw-up might just save our ass.

So it's not encrypted?

No, but it is corrupted from
the coffee and dust and dirt.

I found it under a pile of
junk in the recycling bin.

But if my patient pulls through,

I'll be able to restore the network

without having to pay
the hackers a dime.

Wow.

That's great.

The insurance guy came to an agreement

with the hackers, didn't he?

Actually, he negotiated them down

below the original ransom amount.

I didn't authorize it yet.

You have till 9:00 a.m.
to get us back online.

Okay.

We will get one more chest CT,

and then we will insert

the central venous line
and the arterial line

to finalize your surgical prep.

You must think I'm a sociopath, but...

Don't even bother.

It's not like I planned this all out.

It just happened.

You just forgot

the drunk driving on a motorcycle detail

while you raked in cash
and collected famous friends?

I went back to school

and got my MBA in nonprofit finance.

My first interview after graduation

was with this small cancer charity.

And

for some reason,

the woman assumed
I lost my leg to cancer.

And I didn't correct her.

It was a weak

stupid moment.

It wasn't just a moment.

It was years.

Where I was raising money,

helping thousands of cancer survivors.

And I knew if the truth came out,

that would all end.

I have helped

far more people over the
last 10 years than I have hurt.

You're scheduled for surgery
first thing in the morning.

Hey, what's going on?

Hey.

Don't you have a
thoracotomy to prep for?

Yeah, I just

needed a break.

I'm fine.

"I'm fine" is a pretty
reliable indicator

that someone is not fine.

I suck at this.

I completely froze,
could've killed the patient.

I always freeze. Lim knows it.

I feel like an impostor because...

I am.

It's a stressful job.

Patient's being a jerk?

Get used to it.

Chief of Surgery doesn't appreciate you?

Earn her respect.

If you want to be a successful surgeon,

you got to develop thicker skin.

My skin's not...

Suck it up and get back to work.

I did it!

If I had a mic, I'd drop it!

I fixed the server.

It's still missing
the last 96 days of records,

but it's totally malware free,

which means we can restore
the network with...

With three hours to spare.

And the, uh, the bot worm,
the thing on the imaging?

How did you get rid of that?

I didn't, but I don't have to

because I went through
every line of code,

and there's no sign of a worm.

They were obviously bluffing.

Obviously? It's not obvious to me.

No, the cyber insurance rep was right.

These guys are amateurs,

and the level of skill it would take

to cause an offline machine
to self-destruct,

they would have to be like
the Sidney Crosby of hackers,

and they're beer league at best.

Are you sure?

Totally.

95%.

Okay, well...

You have three hours to get to 100.

It's not going to work.

I already tried.

Why would the hack affect the microwave?

It's a smart microwave.

Apparently not.

Why are you so angry about Cort's lies?

You told me before, when
the truth can't help someone,

you should lie.

I was talking about small white lies.

Cort's lies are huge.

When does a lie stop being white

and start being huge?

The amount of good Cort did

was proportional
to the size of his lies.

Looks like you got what you wanted.

I just got off the phone
with a reporter.

She wanted a comment on her soon-to-be

front page expose on Cort Graham.

Because her source is an
employee in my department.

Uh, I mean, I didn't...

You're off the case.

And you're lucky I can't prove it
was you, or you'd be out of a job.

What?

- Crap.
- It's okay.

I got someone.

I called an old buddy
who runs the infirmary

at the state pen in Arizona.

He put me in touch with an ex-inmate,

just paroled on compassionate release,
for kidney failure.

He's a match for Rachel.

His daughter's a match for Jamie.

They're on their way here
with a police escort.

ETA 20 minutes.

The chain is closed. We did it!

Not to be a buzzkill,

but...

An ex-inmate?

What'd he do?

He killed someone?

It was a complicated case
over 20 years ago.

- He's paid his...
- I can't do this.

You're not doing it for him.

You're doing it for Jamie,

who's an innocent and deserving
woman the system failed.

I understand.

But

you want to put my kidney
in a murderer's body.

He's a person who did
something wrong a long time ago.

It's more than just wrong.

I'm not going to risk my life

to help someone who took another's.

Please take this IV out of my arm.

Now!

I get it.

I wouldn't want to save
a murderer's life either.

But you should understand what
Dr. Park means by "complicated."

Chris was abused as a child

sexually, physically.

You don't want to know the horrors.

Once he got strong enough,

he put a stop to it.

With a bullet.

But the prosecutor and the jury

didn't see a brutalized kid.

They just saw a thug.

So they put him away for life

for fighting back.

All finished. You're free to go.

That man shot someone in a robbery.

If the lie saves a life,
it's fine by me.

And it saves two lives,

so I definitely think
we can let it slide.

I think I've actually solved
a huge problem,

but Glassman wants me to be 100% sure,

and I can't be.

I need your advice.

If I'm wrong,

all the imaging machines
in the entire hospital

will self-destruct.

Tens of millions of dollars'
worth of damage.

But if I'm right,
I'd save the whole hospital

and prevent some really bad people

from getting almost $2 million.

And I'm almost sure I'm right.

I'm never 100% sure

a surgery is going to cure the patient.

There's always a chance
something could go wrong,

but I still do the surgery.

But you get the patient's
permission first.

And in my case,
Glassman is kind of the patient,

and he hasn't given me permission.

In fact, he told me not to.

Oh, then I wouldn't do the surgery.

But this isn't actually surgery.

I don't know what you want me to say.

It's all right, sorry.

I'll just figure it out on my own.

Lea...

I wouldn't bring Dr. Glassman
a sandwich in the OR

because you can't eat in the OR.

I knew that because
I know about surgery.

I don't know about computers.

Neither does Dr. Glassman.

But you do.

You always know how to fix things.

I respect you.

I would've thought
you would respect me enough

to at least ask me the
question to hear me out

before kicking me off the case
and threatening to fire me.

I did hear you out,
when you sat right there

and said you wanted to blow
the whistle on a patient,

and then that's exactly what happened.

What am I supposed to think?

You're supposed to trust me.

I thought we were friends.

Is that why you went over my head

to tell my boss about my diagnosis?

- Is that what this is about?
- No.

I'm capable of separating
my personal feelings

from my professional decisions.

Excuse me.

Yeah, what is it?

Sorry. Cort just coded.

We had to do CPR.
And manual cardiac massage.

Dr. Murphy didn't want
to start the lobectomy with...

I'll assist Dr. Murphy.

You coming or not?

Spread the ribs more
with Finochietto Retractor.

Would you really fire Dr. Browne?

If I find evidence she did it, I will.

Shingle the ribs.

But you and Claire are friends.

Professional responsibilities
come before friendships.

It wasn't Dr. Browne.

It was me.

I called the reporter.

Why?

People suffered real tragedies,

and he used their pain
to enrich himself.

But

why confess?

You're the kind of person

I aspire to be.

So is Dr. Browne.

If you two lost trust in each other,

it would do a lot of damage
to this department,

to what makes it so special.

I didn't want
to be responsible for that.

Scrub out.

Stapler.

Transecting the bronchial branches.

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!

Please tell me

you haven't made the transfer yet.

No. But I'm authorizing it.

Turn your computer on.

Your employee ID is your temp password.

Who knows their employee ID number?

I remotely rebooted
every authorized user.

Totally.

100%.

Successfully.

Imaging's unscathed.

No malware. No worm. No nothing.

Bastards were obviously bluffing,

just like I told you.

You gambled your entire
imaging department

on a hunch?

Do you have any idea
how reckless that was?

Thank you.

Appreciate all you've done.

That decision was not yours to make.

If you ever usurp my authority again,

I'm going to fire you right on the spot.

I'm sorry, but I Will you just...

- just saved the whole hospital...
- Will you shush for a second?

Wait for the compliment.

Thank you.

Well done.

You're welcome.

If I ever have another poker night,
you're invited.

You'll need to take all three of these

every morning and before bedtime.

Call me if you need anything.

Thank you

for not giving up on me.

You can't just leave.

I've never been fired before,

but I'm pretty sure that's how it works.

I'll talk to Lim.

Convince her
to give you a second chance.

I do not think she'll do that.

She was willing to fire you,

- and she likes you a lot more than her.
- Shaun...

It's okay.

I've enjoyed working with you both.

Thank you.

Um, if there is anything I can do,

don't hesitate to call.

I'll miss you.

But I don't want to hug you.

Surgery went well.

You'll be back to competition
in a couple months.

Was it you?

Oh.

I can't claim credit for that good deed.

Not a terribly convincing denial.

If I cared about convincing you,
I'd try harder.

I knew this day would eventually come.

And I expected I'd feel vulnerable,

exposed.

And I do.

But I also didn't expect that,

you know, I'd feel

relieved.

It's a little like
getting back in the water

the first time

without my prosthetic.

I had to

awkwardly hop to the water,

people staring at me.

But once I got in, I...

I felt a little bit lighter.

Livvy.

You weren't gonna say goodbye?

Uncle Marcus, I can't.

Not now.

I'm sorry I let you down.

You didn't let me down.

You confused me.

I know you're not the whistleblower.

It wasn't Dr. Browne.

I know.

It was me.

You?

Why?

Exposing that guy
was the right thing to do.

Patient privacy is
an important obligation,

but it's not our only one.

I knew there'd be no proof,
so no one was gonna get fired.

Never expected Lim to blame Browne.

But I know that's not why you destroyed

your whole career here.

How can I help you if you don't...

I don't want your help. Livvy.

I never wanted to be a doctor.

But every time I tried

to tell my parents,

my professors, you,

you'd just push me and encourage me

until I backed down.

I knew if I got myself fired,

there was no way that
you could pep-talk me back

into a career that I don't want.

I don't want to be important
or successful.

I just want to be myself.

But I don't even know who that is.

The only way to find out is if
I burn the bridges behind me.

I know exactly who you are.

You are a resilient,
amazing young woman.

And I can't wait
to see what else you become.

I'll be rooting for you.

I know I'm the last person
you want to see right now,

so I brought a bribe.

I was wrong to accuse you,

not only because you didn't do it

but because I was holding against you

the very thing that makes you
such an awesome doctor.

You care.

When you meet a patient,

you don't just see muscles,
bones, and organs.

You see a human being

with all of their strengths and flaws.

And you should never lose that,

even if it does make the job harder.

And most importantly,

you're a good friend.

You got salted caramel in that bag?

And an insane amount of hot fudge.

♪ You gotta get up, gotta get up

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http://qnapi.github.io