All language subtitles for Transplant.S01E09.WEBRip.x264-ION10

- Telling you what?
- That I'm focusing
on all the wrong things.

- You should have helped me
when you had the chance!

- I've never punched back.
- My claim for asylum
was denied.

- They were asking about you
at the hospital as well

[birds chirping]

[liquid pouring]

[Amira]: Bash, come quick!

Cecil's dead!

- What happened?
- I don't know.

He was on his wheel all night.
My class is going to hate me!

- We have a hamster?

- Um, Amira had one just
for the night,

a loan from her class.

She said she asked you.

- I was going to.

- Ah!
- Cecil!

- We've got him back.

[Theo]: He's pretty cute.
[laughs]

- Can I get one?

- Uh, maybe when we get
our own place?

- But I like it here.
- I know.

But Theo will be leaving
before long.

He's moving back to Sudbury
when his fellowship ends.

- I thought you
liked it here too.

- I do, but my life is there.

- Do you want to go?

[phone chiming]

- I don't know.

- I need to go.

[suspenseful music]

Khaled.

- Keep pressure on it.
Let's get you to the hospital.

- It's been two months
since that police officer
came by asking for you.

I haven't seen her since.

- Your ribs might be broken.
Let me look.

[Khaled wheezing]

It's possible a section
of your rib cage has detached.

- How do I fix that?

- You get imaging,
you could need surgery.

If the sharp edges of your ribs
puncture an organ,

it's life-threatening.

- So is being sent
back to Libya.

There's got to be something else
you can do.

[theme music]

[cars honking]

[telephone ringing]

- Shopping for anything
in particular?

[Bashir]: Um...

A needle driver,
toothed forceps,

4.0 sutures,
antiseptic wipes, and gauze.

- Okay, well,
it's a disaster in here.

So tell me where you are,
and I will bring it to you.

What's up?

- I know we treat patients
without insurance,

but what about
patients without ID?

- We treat whoever walks
in that door and needs it.

So, if they don't have ID,

you get a billing address.

Beyond that, hm, well...

money's accounting's problem.

- And the information
that goes in the system,

that's protected?

- Protected from who?

The police?

Our system
is completely closed.

Law enforcement has no access,

unless, of course,
they have a warrant.

Do you want to tell me
what this is about?

- Um, it's probably better
if I don't.

Thank you.

- Dislocated knee in two
needs an X-ray and 5 milligrams
of IV morphine.

Exam four is sleeping it off,

so page me when he wakes up
or his IV runs out,
whatever comes first.

Did the ELISA go out for Alyssa?

The Lyme disease test
on the tick bite.

- Oh, yeah. Um, yes.

I sent it to Public Health.

- Okay. Confirm with
a Western blot

and tell her they'll follow up
when her results come in.

Do you need me to take some?

- Ah, you're juggling already
with five patients.

And you must be tired
from your night shift.

I can ask someone else.
- It's fine, it's fine.

- Are you sure?
- Here, yeah.

- I need a word
with Dr. Leblanc.
- Yes, thank you.

- I've been meeting my targets
on every shift, like you asked.

- Yes, you've been
very efficient.

- I've organized a locum
on diagnosing subjective illness

and I've just had
a presenter drop.

I was thinking about
your amnesia case

from a couple of months ago.

- Are you saying I can present?

- Well, only if you have
the time.

- Yeah. Absolutely.

Thank you. When?

- Tomorrow morning.

- I can make that work.

- I'll send you some
sample slides

so you can get
your visuals together.

It's a good opportunity
for you.

Not many second-year residents
get the chance.

- Thank you.

[Bashir]: I wish you'd come in.

I would be your doctor.
You know you can trust me.

- But what about everyone else?

They have no reason
to keep my secret.

Once you're a patient,
there's a duty
of confidentiality.

- For the doctors and nurses.

What if they asked
some security guard or janitor?

- None of them will have
any idea about who you are.

- I live with roommates
because I can't sign a lease.

[distant sirens]

I'm always
looking over my shoulder.

- As your doctor,
I'm telling you,
you need treatment.

And as your friend,
I'm telling you
it's going to be okay.

- Alright, so give him
2 milligrams of lorazepam

and we'll take him upstairs
in ten.

Rhoda? You with me?
- Do you know that guy?

Because he seems to know you.

[June scoffs]

Dr. Curtis?
- You handle the lorazepam,

I'll handle him.

- Hi, June.
- Not here.

What are you doing here?

- It's not like
I have your home number.

- Yeah, but there's a reason
for that.

- I know you don't
want to see me.

But I've been making changes,
taking steps.

Twelve of them.

June...
- I'm not interested.

- I promised myself
I wouldn't push,

I just want to give you
my number.

A father has a right
to hope his daughter will call.

In case you change your mind.

- You're likely going to need
a surgical procedure

called a chest wall
stabilization.

It will anchor your broken ribs
so that they heal properly.

[sighs]
- How long will that take?

- One step at a time.

This is Claire,
she's the head nurse here.

- I have brought you something
for the pain.

Any allergies to medication?
- No.

- Do you know if your tetanus
is up to date?

- We'll do the tetanus as well.

- Oh, okay.

Now, if the pain
gets any worse,

don't hesitate
to let any one of us know.

- Thank you.

- I'll get back to you
when we have a time slot
available for surgery, okay?

Until then, get some rest.

- So I take it he's a friend?

And the reason you asked me
about the police before?

- He's... He's not a criminal.

He's just, uh...

he's undocumented.

- We will take good care of him.

- Hey, Laura. I'm Dr. Leblanc.
You were in an accident?

- Uh, yeah.

I think my wrist
might be broken.

- Okay. Let's see, over here...

This....

Okay...
Let me know if this hurts.

- Mm.
- Yeah?

Okay, we'll do an X-ray,
and take care of those scrapes.

Look over here.

Okay, again.
Is someone here with you?

- Mm-mm.

- Okay.

Do you want to tell me
how you hurt yourself?

- I, uh, I told the nurse.

A woman on a bike
crashed into me.

I was crossing the street
too quickly

and, uh... I thought

maybe I hurt her, but, uh...

Uh, she said that she was fine.

[suspenseful music]

- Is that man with you?

[Laura breathing heavily]

Laura, I'm here to help.

But I can only do that
if you tell me what's happening.

- Uh...

That man is going to tell you
that he's my father.

But he is not my father.

Please, just don't let him
near me.

- Fifteen years old,
pulled from a swimming pool.

Head trauma during a dive.

Lifeguards did CPR,
got him breathing
within 60 seconds,

but he hasn't
regained consciousness.

Pulse ox 95.
BP 130 over 90.

Heart rate's 90.

- On three.
One, two, three.

- Keep him on the long board,
C collar, and re-breather,

monitor O2, CO2,
he'll need a CT.

Come on, buddy.

Try and wake up for me.

Localize his pain.
Incomprehensible sounds.

No eye opening. GSC 8.

- Trey lost control of his dive.

That never happens to him.

- Caught a piece of the lower
board on his way down.

- He just folded into the water,
he wasn't even moving.

- How high was that?
- Seven-and-a-half metres.

After they pulled him out,
his body was just limp.

No bony deformities.

- That mean you think
he's paralyzed?

- We can't know that yet, right?

- We need to do imaging,
we'll know more when we do.

[father]: Is he gonna be
alright?

- She's right, it's too early
to tell.

Is there somewhere quiet
we can take Mom and Dad to wait?

- Please follow me.
- I wanna stay with him.

- Let the doctor do his work.
- We'll update you as soon
as we can.

Gotta go.

[medical machines beeping]

- You trying to outrun
your problems?

- What?

What problems?

- Sick patients,
ungrateful bosses.

Nosy boyfriends.
[chuckles]

- I can handle those problems.

Dinner later?

- Yeah, uh, actually
I was kinda hoping
you'd be up for a change.

Yeah. Tasha needs me
to take Henry,

he's been dying
to go to the arcade.

You interested?

- Oh.

I wasn't sure
you were ready for the whole...

girlfriend-kid crossover.

- I'm ready. If you are.

- Okay, well I mean,
as long as you and Henry

are okay with getting
your asses kicked
at Space Invaders, 'cause...

- Henry will be fine.
I'm a pretty sore loser.

- Gotta...

[whispering]

- Mr. Abdullah
came in this afternoon,

I think he's got chest trauma.

- Yes, yes but he's presently
in treatment and not available
to be interviewed.

- I just need a few
moments of his time.

- As soon as he's off
of his morphine,

I can reach out to you.
- Okay.

- Give me your contact.
- Certainly.

Here you are.

- Thank you.

[suspenseful music]

- Was that about Khaled?

- Yeah. He knew he was here,
he asked for him by name.

- How could he know that?
- He said he was involved
in an incident this morning.

- What kind of incident?
- Didn't say.

Look, I told him
the patient is being treated,

and it'll be a while before
he's able to be interviewed.

- And he accepted that?
- For now.

Look, I want to help
your friend.

- But you think
we should comply.

- I don't think we have
a lot of choice.

Not reporting someone,
and actively hiding them
from the police

are two very different things.

We can't stand between them.

- And you're sure
he's coming back?
- Definitely.

[suspenseful music]

- I'd like to make
the Kocher incision on this one.

- Your father's quite
the character.

[June scoffs]

- You met my father?

- He had a surgical consultation
with me this morning.

He didn't tell you?

- I must have missed him.

- Hmm...

He told me that you put yourself
through school even though
he offered to pay.

I'm sure that wasn't easy.

- What else did he say?

- Only that he was proud of you,

that he always knew
you'd be a good surgeon.

But I guess
you knew that already.

Kocher incision's all yours.

See you in there.

- I can't protect you
if you don't tell me
what happened.

- I didn't do anything wrong.

I believe you,
but I need the whole story.

- My boss was behind
in paying us.

It wasn't the first time,
so I said something.

He didn't like that,
and he shoved me.

- He pushed you off the roof?

- I lost my balance

- You're the victim in this.
Why didn't you tell me?

- I knew you would tell me
not to go back.
- You're still planning on it?

- I need the money.

- He could have killed you.
You need to tell the police.

- And give them a reason
to send me home?

I can't take the risk.

- No, you deserve better.

- If there was something better,

don't you think
I would have taken it?

We can't all be doctors.

I'm alone here, Bashir.

The one who's supposed
to build a life,

make enough money
to send for my family...

[Vivian]: Thank you, Mr. Bailey.

- I could show you
a picture, too.

But I don't understand
why I'm being asked to do this.

- We just need to verify
your connection with Laura.

- How is she?
Am I able to see her now?

Mr. Bailey, I can't give you
medical information on Laura
without her consent.

- So you're saying
she didn't consent?

Does she know I'm here?

- Were you with her
earlier today?

- You don't think I did
anything to hurt her?

- Mr. Bailey, if you know
what happened to Laura

it could help Dr. Leblanc
understand the bigger picture.

- We meet every week for brunch.

I was asking about her plans
for next year,

and I don't know,
something set her off.

- Set her off how?

[sighs]
- She's always been
very independent.

She doesn't like me
auditing her life.

Maybe I pushed too hard,
asked too many questions.

I went to the bathroom,
when I came back,
she was outside,

and she was getting into a cab
and her leg was bleeding.

Please, I just want
to make sure she's okay.

- You can wait here.

- Do we involve the police?

- She didn't accuse him
of anything.

See if she can offer
some more context first.

- Okay.

- Trey?

Thank God, baby.
[Theo]: Hi, Trey.

I'm Dr. Hunter. You're in York
Memorial Hospital.

Do you remember
what happened to you?

[groans]

- Yeah

- Good. That's a good sign.
How are you feeling?

- Like I fell off a diving board
and hit another diving board.

[chuckles]
- He sure sounds like himself.

- Well, Trey's imaging
looks good.

He has a concussion,
but there's no indication
of any spinal injuries.

Trey, I'm gonna get you
to squeeze my fingers
as hard as you can, okay?

[medical machines beeping]

Hey, good. Alright, okay.
Now push.

Okay.

Let's take a look at your feet.

I'm gonna raise those toes
up to your nose, okay?

[Trey groans]
Hard as you can.

Alright. Now push towards me.

You're pushing
as hard as you can?

- Yeah. I just can't move
them that much.

- Does that mean paralysis?

- Or could it just be soreness?

- No

- Wanna say something, Trey?

- It was like this
before I dived.

That's why I fell.

- Wait, your legs stopped
working before you fell?

- Now is this the first time
something like this has ever
happened to you?

- It's been on and off, but...

they just get weak,
it's never this bad, though.

- Why didn't you say anything?

- Mom, the qualifications
for Nationals...

- You were with him
at practice all week.

You should've noticed.

- Only because you finished work
late all week,

and I had to pick up the slack.
- Guys, please.

- Sounds like you're quite
the accomplished diver, Trey.

- He's ranked third in Ontario
for under sixteens.

- He's worked so hard.
- That's impressive.

I'm gonna run a few tests,

and when you're feeling
up to it,

I'll be back
for a few more questions.

But in the meantime, your job
is to stay calm and rest.

And your job...

is to make sure he can do that.

[soft music]

[indistinct background
chattering]

- Oh, I'm sorry, I'm just--
- Texting and walking?

- No, worse.
I'm researching and walking.

I'm doing a presentation
for Bishop's locum.

- I heard. Short notice.

How are your slides coming?

- I'll be able
to write them on the phone.
I'm thinking of 30.

- That's actually
on the low end.

- Really?
- Mmm.

- Well, I've got
about seven started...

in my head.
[chuckles]

- You could've said no, Mags.
- I didn't wanna waste
that opportunity.

- Being unprepared
would be worse.

- I won't be.

[tense music]

- Hey, Mags.

Dislocated knee in two
is still reducing.

And your cycling accident
is back from X-ray.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Sir?

- Yes, Dr. Hamed.

- I can finish doing
your stitches for you
if you'd like.

- A physician should never
stop doing sutures.

Keeps you sharp.

A nurse will be in
to see you shortly, alright?

- I have a patient
with a flail chest

and I'm looking
for nonsurgical options.

- Another patient of yours
in Syria you're treating
by proxy?

- No. He's in hospital.

[exhales]
- Pulmonary contusion,
three fractured ribs...

This patient needs surgery,
which I know you know.

- He would rather not stay
in hospital to receive it.

- You two have
a personal connection?

Whatever history you have
is inconsequential.

- Except our history
is the only reason
he came through the door.

- And the minute he did,
you stopped being his friend,
and became his doctor.

Find a way to make him stay.

- Can you feel this?

Hmm. Is he still out there?

- He is.
[Laura sighing]

Laura, you gotta tell me
what's really going on.

- You won't believe me.
- Try me.

It's my job to listen
to my patients.

- My dad used to be...

different.

He's changed.

- Did he do this to you?

- He did. Him! Uh...

- Dr. Hunter?
- No, he is not a real doctor.

Please, just don't...
don't let him in here.

[exhales]

- Okay.

[Laura breathing heavily]

- June, how long would it take
to get a chest wall
stabilization through the OR?

- Oh, yeah. Claire said
you might have one.

Diagnosis is confirmed?
- Yes. Flail chest.

But he's stable.
- Well, it shouldn't take long
if he's ready.

Want me to set it up?
- Yes, please.

[inaudible conversation]

I hear you are looking
for Khaled Abdullah.
I'm his doctor.

- When can I speak to him?

- He's waiting for surgery
right now, and can't speak
until after.

- I just need to ask him
a few questions, sir.

- Which he is under
no obligation to answer.

And if he does consent
to an interview,

he'll need a lawyer present.

- Okay, uh, Doctor...?
- Hamed.

- Dr. Hamed. You're worried
I'm going to find out
he's undocumented?

I already know that, sir.

- He cannot be detained
or deported while in hospital.

- Okay, sir,
you're not getting it.

I'm not interested in either.

Your patient's employer
hires undocumented immigrants
and exploits them.

Witnesses saw him push
Mr. Abdullah off that roof.

I need your patient
to confirm that story.

That's why I'm here.

- How can Khaled be sure
that after he speaks to you,
you won't report him?

- Because Mr. Abdullah
is the victim here, sir.

And I'm just trying to help.

I don't care where he's from,
or what his status is.

One way or the other,
I am gonna have to talk to him.

- Before you said
you couldn't tell me anything,
and now you're allowed to?

Did Laura change her mind?

- We have discretion
if we believe

a patient isn't in a position
to care for themselves.

- You're saying she isn't?

- Laura is, um...

is exhibiting signs
of paranoid delusions.

She claims that you are not
her father.

- She doesn't know who I am?

- Our staff psychiatrist
is speaking with her now,

and he's gonna want
to speak with you too.

- Could it be schizophrenia?

- Well, we can't...

I mean, we're not jumping
to any conclusions
without more information.

But does... does Laura have
a history of mental illness?

- Her mother was diagnosed
with schizophrenia
when Laura was young.

It was an uphill battle
for a few years.

I did everything I could,
she didn't come home.

I should have seen the signs

- Was Laura exhibiting
behavioural changes?

- She's seemed tired,
she was losing weight.

Putting pressure on herself.

- A lot of busy people
don't take the time to eat
or sleep properly.

So you couldn't have known
anything based on that.

- Well, I guess I could've
rationalized most of it...

... until today, when she's
talking about dropping out
of school,

agitated in a way I'd never
seen from her before

- Well, Laura is here now,
and we're gonna do everything
we can to help her.

- What if you can't?

What if it ruins her life
like it did her mother?

[tense music]

Instead, you talked
to the police?!

- He says he's only here
to help.

- And you believe him?
- I don't think we have
a choice.

- You mean
I don't have a choice.

[Theo]: Hi, Trey.

Feeling up to a quick exam?
It's easy, I promise.

Why don't you sit up for me?

Folks not around?

- No, um...

They're probably
off somewhere finding new ways
to hate each other.

[chuckles]

- I want you to look
at the pen, but don't move
your head, okay?

- Do you think my legs
will get better?

Because I don't know
what I'm gonna do
if I can't walk anymore.

- What I can tell you
is we're gonna do everything
possible

to find out what's causing
this, and to treat it.

Can I get you to touch
each finger with your thumbs,
like this?

Well,

must take a ton of training
to dive at such a high level.

- Yeah, um...

Two hours before school,

then two hours after school.

And on the weekends.
So, you know...

pretty light.
[chuckles]

- Well, you must
really love it.

- Mmm...

- I guess there's not much time
for anything else though, huh?

- I don't really
get to see my friends.

And I pretty much live
in a Speedo

[laughs]

- Why don't you swing your legs
over the side of the bed?

- Okay.

- Now just hang them
all the way over and relax.

[Trey exhales]
Alright...

It's pretty good!

Your, uh.... your folks know
you feel that way?

My diving's kinda the only thing
that's keeping them together.

It's kinda stupid.

I'm almost killing myself

instead of just being
straightforward with my parents.

- Ah, it's normal,

to not want to upset the people
you're closest to.

But that's a lot of pressure
to put on yourself, Trey.

- Yeah, I know.

- Hey, Rhoda, um...

did our possible MI
in exam three have
his angiogram?

- Yeah, he's up there now.
- Okay, can you page me
when the results are in, please?

- You got it.
- Thank you.

[sighs]

Dr. Mitchell?

Was she uh,
was she cooperative?

- She was extremely agitated,

and it's too soon to establish
if she can be discharged safely.

I've given her some haloperidol
which will hopefully calm her.

- I was hoping I was wrong.

Does that mean a Form 1?

- Hopefully we don't get there.

If she's lucky, this could be
an isolated incident.

- Yeah, but family history
makes schizophrenia
more likely, right?

- It could be hereditary, yes,

but even with the history,
we need more information.

- Well, we know
she's been having delusions,

she stopped taking care
of herself, she's talking about
dropping out of school...

It's all classic symptoms.

- So you're a fan of textbooks,
Dr. Leblanc?

You know, in cases like these,
diagnosis is long and slow,

and patience is crucial.
It's important not to rush.

- The father's desperate
for answers.
He's gonna want to talk to you.

- Yes, of course. Let him know
I'll be down to see him
as soon as I can.

- Okay. What can I do to help?

[chuckles]

- Most emerg residents
who transfer a patient
to psychiatry

can't wait to race back
to the first gunshot wound
or cardiac arrest.

- Yeah. I like to see
my patients through.

- Hmm.

Well, it sounds like
you've gained
the father's confidence.

Maybe check in with him again
until I can get there.

Would be good to know
what kind of support
he's able to provide at home

so we get the whole picture.
- Right.

[indistinct voice on PA system]

Right...

- Then you call the school
and deal with it!

I can't be everywhere
all at once!

Not today.

- Makayla, nobody's asking
you to. I just--
- You're asking me to!

- Hey, Theo! Why do people
bring their personal drama
to the hospital?

Take it outside.

[sighs]
- At least they're not doing it
in front of their kid this time.

- Your patient?

- Yeah. 15-year-old
with intermittent attacks

of lower extremity
muscle weakness
and spontaneous paralysis.

Brisk reflexes, symmetrical.

Kid lost control of his legs,

missed a dive and almost died
instead of telling his parents
he didn't wanna compete anymore.

It's a tricky differential.
- I had a patient
with similar symptoms.

Turned out to be
Transverse Myelitis.

- I thought it might be that too

but the clinical course
has been intermittent,
which makes it unlikely.

But I ordered an MRI.

- Thyroid disease?

[sighs]
- THS and T4 were normal.

Myasthenia Gravis?

- He'd have extra-ocular muscle
weakness, bulbar symptoms.

You try telling the kid
to nut up and tell his parents
how he feels?

- I did recommend
that treatment.

- Easier said than done,
I guess?

Families are tough.

Present company excluded,
I'm assuming.

- We all have our mountains
to climb.

- How's his potassium?

- Uh, it's low, actually.

- And the diving,
he trains regularly, or...?

- You think it could be related
to exertion?

- If the attacks are consistent
with exercise, maybe.

- Thank you, June.

Hey, if you ever need to talk...
- We just did.

[Bashir]: You paged me?

- Did you send Khaled
to surgery?

- Yeah, OR said one more hour,
why?

- I went to check
on his pain meds,
he's not in his room.

[suspenseful music]

- Excuse me. I'm sorry!

[breathing heavily]

[Khaled wheezing]

Khaled!

Hey, hey, hey, hey,

hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, go get help!

Okay, stay with me, okay?
Keep your eyes open!

I need a trauma team!
Patient has flail chest,
he left AMA!

I think a broken rib
may have punctured a vein.

- Get him on the monitors,
107 re-breather,

we need two lines in! Dr. Hamed,
do an eFast right away.

[suspenseful music]

[wheezing]

- Pulse is dropping.
- BP 60, systolic and falling.

- Okay. He needs a chest tube
stat, then get him to the OR.

[Bashir]: He's in tamponade,
a chest tube won't be enough.

There's blood in the pericardium
that's causing hemodynamic
compromise.

He needs a thoracotomy.

- Dr. Hamed, we'll take it
from here.

Dr. Atwater, get ready
to intubate.

- Claire, one hundred ketamine
one hundred sux!

- We need to drain
the pericardium before
it suffocates him.

- Dr. Hamed.
- Sir, please!

It's my fault he left.

[machines beeping rapidly]
- I'll take it from here.

[Khaled coughing]

Dr. Mitchell's coming
to meet you soon.

- How's Laura, now?

- She seems to be responding
to her medication,

but it's still early
in the process.

- When it happened with Sarah,
I felt so powerless.

Nothing we did seemed to help.

- Well, there are more resources
available now than when
your wife was diagnosed.

We can help you connect
with them.

Do you have any family
in the area who can support you?

[sighs]

- Sister in Mississauga.

She loves Laura. She'll help.

I can take a leave of absence
from work, whatever she needs.

Her mother wouldn't take
any of the drugs.

She hated the side effects.

It was so...

... hard.

[sighs, soft music]

I still think
there was something more
I could have done.

- You can't blame yourself.

- One night with Laura's mom,
I woke up all alone.

I looked all over the house
and eventually found her
down in the basement.

She'd gone outside and dug up

every old pet rabbit
that we ever had,

convinced that they
were valuable.

She put them in the safe...

on top of the passports.

After that, I was with her
day and night...

until she left.

- And did you hear
from her again?

- A year later,
the police showed up.

Sarah took her life.

- I'm so sorry.

- When can I see Laura?

- Soon. Yes, um...

Dr. Mitchell is gonna want
to see you both of you together

to assess if you can manage
her care at home.

I'll come and get you
when he's ready.

[soft piano music]

[sighs]

- I'm so glad you called. I know
we've had our differences--

- Why don't you just tell me
why you spoke to my boss?

- Dr. Singh?

I had a consult with him
this morning.

I didn't know he was your boss
until we started chatting.

- You just happened to tell him
my entire life story?

[chuckling]
- I barely said anything!

- You knew that if you spoke
to him, it'd come back to me.

That's exactly what you wanted.

- Okay. Maybe on some level
I wanted you to know.

But I'm sober. I've changed

- You've been sober before,
you didn't change then.

Do you even know
why I didn't take your money
for medical school?

- You were always stubborn?

- Wow.
[scoffs]

Remember you bought me that car
when I was 16,

and you said it was
so that I could have
my independence, right?

But then Mom left,
and I realized...

you knew that was coming, right?

You were just trying to buy me
and hurt her

because you made her fight
for every penny.

So, since it's always
about what you want,

why don't you just tell me
why you're actually here?

- I need to make this right.

[distant sirens]

I have stomach cancer,
and I'm scared, okay?

I need an operation, and I...

I-I don't know what to do, June.

[chuckle]

[scoff]
- You just...

You do what everyone else does.

You have the surgery,
you wait for the results...

But you do it without me.

[soft instrumental music]

- Bashir.

- Welcome back.

- What happened?

- When you left the hospital,

one of your broken ribs
punctured the vein

that carries blood
to your heart.

- I'm sorry for putting you
through this.

- Don't be.

I understand why you left.

- The officer?

- He's still here.

I think you should talk to him.

- What I said before,
about you being a doctor...

- It wasn't wrong.

- But it wasn't fair.

I'm glad you're a doctor.

And I know things have been
hard for you and Amira, too.

- This isn't the life
we planned.

But I think there's hope
for us both.

[knocking]

Are you okay?

I'll be here the whole time.

[sighs]

- Thank you.

Good afternoon, Mr. Abdullah.

I'm Officer Brent,
I heard you had quite a fall.

- Yes.

- I'd like to ask you
a few questions,
if you're feeling up to it.

[Dr. Mitchell]: Laura,
you want to tell your dad
how you're feeling?

[Mr. Bailey]: Laura, honey,
it's gonna be okay.

I know that you're scared.

But you have all
these great doctors
taking care of you,

and I'll be here for you too.
- You're not him.

- You wanna tell us
why you don't think this is
your dad?

- Laura, I know
that you're afraid.

Honey, I promise it's me.

I know your whole life.

When you lost your first tooth

at the beach, and...

we made strangers crawl around
looking for it.

When all you would eat
was bananas for a month!

- Stop talking like him!
You're not him!

[Dr. Mitchell]: Okay, he's going
to leave now.

Please, sir,
we're gonna talk alone.

[Mags]: Mr. Bailey.
- Please, let me stay with her.

- No! Get out!

Please, I just want
my real dad.

Okay? I just, I want my Mom.

- But you--
- Please, get out! Get out now!

- Please, sir.
- Get out, please!

- Come on.
- Get out!

[Laura breathing heavily]

[door closing]

- I don't know where to go
from here.

- You get something to eat,
some sleep,

and you come back tomorrow.

Because that's what she needs.

[Mr. Bailey crying]

This is day one.

They won't all be this hard.
Okay?

[soft instrumental music]

- Ah, Mags.
I've been looking for you.
- Yeah?

- Uh, Dr. Bishop wants to know
if your slides are ready.

- Oh. Yeah.
Of course, yeah they will be.

- Great. Also, I've got
a broken leg in three,

vomiting and diarrhea in five,
and two kids who need sutures
in curtains.

- Yeah. I'll take--
- Good?

- Yes, I got it.

Thanks...

[soft instrumental music]

[heavy breathing]

[pounding heartbeat]

[exhales]

[tense music]

[gasping]

[muted sounds]

[door closing]

[Mags exhaling]
- What happened?

- A nurse found you out cold
in a storage room.

- Who else knows?
- No one.

- It's my...

My pacemaker is due
for a replacement soon.
I was putting it off--

- Nothing to do
with your heart condition.

It was the first thing
I checked. Your...

heart didn't miss a beat.

Your blood pressure,
on the other hand...

- 130 over 70.

- Mags, you're exhausted
and dehydrated.

You're pushing yourself
too hard, and I probably
ask too much from you.

Everyone has their own limits.

I'm worried that's a lesson
you refuse to learn.

- I know that I've taken on
a little more
than I should have,

I know...

Couple good night sleeps,
and I'll bounce back.

- You're not hearing me.

What if this had happened
in a trauma?

It's not lost on me
the high standards you set
for yourself.

And they should be high

- But?
- But...

Unless you can strike
a balance...

Maybe the emergency department
is not for you.

- You don't think I have
what it takes?

- I think Internal Medicine
could use a brain like yours,

and...

it may be a better pace for you.

I want you to consider
making a change.

I've spoken to Dr. Parvati.

He wanted you as his resident
in the first place,

and he's willing to let you
try Internal

on a temporary basis,
after you had some time off.

- Dr. Bishop, no, please.

This is...

This is the only thing
I've ever wanted.

I'll find ways to improve,

I'll do, I'll do anything.

[soft instrumental music]

- I don't want you waking up
in 20 years

and realizing this place
has swallowed you whole.

Run out the IV, and go home.

You need to rest, Mags.

You're off for the rest
of the week.

And don't worry about the locum.
I found somebody to fill in.

[door opening and closing]

[Theo]: Trey has what's called
hypokalemic periodic paralysis.

- That sounds serious.
- Well, it's very rare,

and almost always happens
to people under 20
with low potassium.

- Periodic meaning
it's not permanent?

- The disease itself
is permanent,

but the paralysis is not.

- What do we do for him?

- You manage it,
with diet and medication.

- So he's not gonna lose
the use of his legs?

- No.
[sighs]

The muscle weakness
will come and go,

but Trey should be able
to live very normally.

- But he'll be able
to train again?

- I would recommend laying off
a few weeks,

but that'll have to be
up to Trey.

- Don't worry, honey,

we're gonna get you the best
physio we can.

- What if I don't want that?

- Buddy, it's gonna be okay.
I know you're a little
freaked out, but--

- No, Dad, like...
It's not that.

I don't wanna dive anymore.

And if that means
that you two have to get
a divorce, then...

it just has to happen.

- You think
that we're gonna split up?

- Aren't you?

I mean, you two basically
hate each other.

And the only thing you have
in common is my diving.

- Trey, your father and I,
we...

- We never meant to make you
feel that way.

- Well, you did.

[soft piano music]

[mother]: We're so sorry.
That wasn't fair of us.

[father]: And you should
only dive if you want to.

- I thought you were gonna go
for three days straight.

- I figured it's about time
I get some rest.

- That doesn't sound like you.

- Bash?

Does it...

Does this place
feel like home to you yet?

- Mmm...

Yeah. It's starting to.

[soft instrumental music]

- Ready?

- Good to go. How was your day?

- Long and dull.

But I guess that's a good thing.
How about you?

- Same.
- Yeah?

- I mean, there was
one interesting thing
that happened.

- Hmm?

- I, uh...

I got invited to the arcade
with my boyfriend and his son.

So, you know, there's that.

[chuckling]

- Uh, Dr. Bishop?

- Mm-hmm?
- That permanent pediatrics
opening you told me about,

is that still on the table?

- I got the impression
you didn't want it.
What's changed?

- I did.

Turns out I do want it.

If it's not too late,

I'd like to take you up
on your offer
of a recommendation.

- Applications are due
at the end of next week.

- Thank you, sir.

- You took a risk
for Bash today.

Cops give you any trouble?
- What? I can handle
a little trouble.

- You've got plans tonight?

- Well, there's a glass of wine
with my name on it at home.

You?
- Mm-mm.

Hey, Claire?

Have a good night.

- Don't stay here too late.

- Hmm, football and food.

- Did I tell you about
my championship game
when I was 18?

A header to win--
- In extra time.

You mentioned it once or twice.

[football game playing on phone]

- Can you stay? Watch with me?

- Only if I don't
have to hear that story again.

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