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Nicole! Hey, wait up.

You okay?
You're looking a little winded.

Yeah, I'm good.
Definitely need more cardio.

I thought you had a case to dictate.

A routine physical,
labs all came back fine.

I figured I'd do it tonight
at start of shift.

Besides, I'm already dangerously late

for a hot yoga class.

You wanna split a cab uptown?

Sure.

Schmuck!

- Oh, my God.
- What the hell are you doing?

- Wait, what are you...
- Get in the car now!

- Wait.
- Let's go.

Wait, there's cash! Please!

I don't want your purse. Let's go.

- No!
- Get in the car.

- Get help!
- Let's go!

- Help! Please!
- In! Get in!

- Inside. In.
- No!

Stop!

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Oh, hey.

- Hey.
- Hi.

So what's going on?

Your text was kinda vague.
Everything all right?

Sorry, yeah, I just wanted
to talk to you in person.

- Coffee?
- Oh, hi.

Thank you. Just black, please.

So about... about Tyler,
what's going on?

- Something happen at school?
- No, no.

He's just been... he's been sick
the last few days.

Really? How... how sick?

I just talked to him
on the phone yesterday.

I know. He didn't want to worry you.

He didn't...

All right, Sam, what's going on?

He's been vomiting

and running a high fever
the last few days.

His eyes are really bloodshot.

It could just be a viral infection.

But what?

The pediatrician ran a blood test,

said it looked concerning.

Concerning? What does that mean?

He just said we need
to see a specialist.

What kind of specialist?

A gastroenterologist.

The good news is, Allan knows a guy.

Supposed to be one of the best
in the city,

so we've got an appointment
scheduled for later today.

Okay, so yeah, you know,

you'll go to the doctor
and talk to them,

see what they...
I'm sure it's nothing serious.

Right.

Yeah. Yeah. No, it's gonna be fine.

I wish you...

I wish you'd told me earlier,
but I'm sure it's gonna be...

Okay, of course.

I... I just caught a... a case.

Want me to call in and see if I can...

No, no. No, no.

Don't be silly.

Like, you said, it's probably nothing.

Go.

Yeah, okay. Uh...

Okay.

Uh...

You know what?
What time is the appointment?

3:00.

Okay, I'm gonna go with you,
if that's... if that's all right.

Yeah, that'd be great.

- Everything's gonna be fine.
- Yeah.

Victim's Nicole Wright,
a doctor here at Hope General.

From what a coworker says,
she comes from money,

so we're assuming this might
turn into a ransom situation.

That's why we asked
for your assistance on this.

Copy that. What do you know so far?

Suspect was a male,
medium height, maybe 5'10",

was gloved up.

Had a pistol in his right hand
and wore a ski mask.

Witnesses say she offered up her purse,

but the guy tossed it to the side.

Cell phone was inside it.

Okay, we need to take it down
to 26 Fed, scrub it for texts.

Suspect pistol-whips Nicole's friend,

then throws her in the trunk
of grey BMW and drives off.

Anybody get plates?

No, there weren't any on the car.

- Perp must've taken them off.
- Okay.

What about the friend, the guy
that got pistol-whipped?

Did he hear or see anything interesting?

Not really. Name's Adam Lee.

He's a doctor too. Same hospital.

Poor guy couldn't even give us
a clothing description.

All he remembers is
the suspect's gun in his face.

Understandable.

Okay, we're gonna need
to look through the purse,

find an emergency contact.

Dr. Nicole Wright
was targeted for a reason.

It's our job to help the NYPD
figure out why.

So what do we know?

There's no restraining orders
on file or red flags

at the hospital she worked at.

Seems to be highly regarded, well-liked.

What about her social media profile?

She doesn't have one.
Checked everywhere.

She's not on dating apps either.

Then let's scrub the
hospital's security cameras,

look for any unreported confrontations.

And no word yet from the victim's family

on any ransom demands.

All right, let's go, people.

We're looking for lead here.

A sniff. Don't be shy.

I'm not buying the suspect
randomly chose

a rich, beautiful young doctor to grab.

This was an aggressive,
very public abduction.

That tells me she was targeted.

Hey, guys, I might've found something.

Yeah?

I found this off a traffic cam

five blocks away
from the abduction site.

Yeah, yeah. Eyes up.

It looks like he had an EZ pass

that either fell off or was
ripped off the windshield.

Oh, yeah.

It means the serial number
may be visible.

Can you blow that up,
see if we can get lucky?

Yeah, EZ pass comes back
to a 45-year-old male, white,

named Dr. Lucas Caldwell.

No criminal record.

Has a private internal medicine
practice in Manhattan.

Did he report his car stolen?

No. At least, not yet.

So he's in the same
profession as our victim,

and his car was used in the abduction.

In my book, that makes him
a person of interest.

- Bring him in.
- Yeah.

Not a cheap neighborhood.

Caldwell's practice must be doing well.

Door's open.

FBI!

Dr. Lucas Caldwell, you home?

Hello?

We're good.

House is clear.

Caldwell's driver's license
is in his wallet.

So are all of his credit cards and cash.

The door was ajar.

He left his phone and wallet behind.

He was going somewhere in a hurry.

Yeah, the question is where?

He has a security camera system.

I'll call a CART team down here,

get them to download
the footage right away.

- Hey, there you are.
- Hey.

Yeah, sorry. I was just, uh,

dealing with some personal business.

What's up?

Are you okay?

No, I was...

My... my son hasn't been feeling well.

Pediatrician wants him
to see a specialist.

So I'm just...

I'm sorry. That's gotta be stressful.

Yeah, but, you know, I'm
sure... I'm sure he'll be fine.

I mean, you know how it is,
doctors these days.

They send you off to an expert
if you got a runny nose.

You good?

Yep, yes, I'm good.
What's up? What do you got?

Uh, we got video from Caldwell's house.

Okay.

Hey, the footage answers
a few questions,

the most important one being
what happened to Dr. Caldwell.

Take a look.

Go, go. Nice and calm.

- Okay, okay.
- Nice and calm.

Relax. Keep going, keep going.

- Okay, okay.
- Keep going, keep going.

Okay, okay.

Hey, don't try anything. Keep going.

- All right, all right!
- Let's go.

Well, I was wrong.

Dr. Caldwell isn't a suspect.

He's a victim.

Dr. Lucas Caldwell:

Single, Yale undergrad,

Harvard Medical School,
Residency at Mass General.

Does he have any criminal history?

No, nothing. Not even a speeding ticket.

Right, okay, so query number two:

What is the connection
between our two victims?

Why did this guy
specifically target them?

Wright is an anesthesiologist.

Caldwell is an internist. Odd combo.

Internists spend no time in the OR.

Anesthesiologists
practically live there.

Begs the question: Why these two?

What did we find out
about their personal life

or professional life?

They don't appear
to know each other at all.

They have no common acquaintances.

Don't live in the same area.
Different ages.

All right, well, keep digging.

Let's go over the timeline
of the abductions.

Maybe that'll give us a clue
into the, uh, motive.

Uh, the timestamp on
Dr. Caldwell's video doorbell

shows that his abduction
took place at 6:23 a.m.

Dr. Wright was approximately taken

an hour and a half later.

Just wanted to point out
that the trunk size

of the grey BMW is 16 cubic feet.

Dr. Caldwell is about 180 pounds

and 6 feet tall.

Which means it's highly doubtful

he was still in the trunk of the BMW

when Dr. Wright was placed there.

All right, so the abductor either

stashed or killed Caldwell
before grabbing Wright,

but the question is why?

There has to be a nexus.
We find that, we find our suspect.

Okay, we have two victims, both doctors,

no connection personally
or professionally.

Mm.

What if they were targeted...

not for who they are,
but for what they do?

This is crazy.

Why would someone kidnap Dr. Caldwell?

We're trying to figure that out.

Have you gotten any phone calls

from anyone asking for money or ransom?

No.

And over the past few weeks,

have you noticed anything unusual?

Angry patients? Strange phone calls?

No, nothing like that.

We're a concierge practice,
available to our patients 24/7.

It's not cheap, of course,

but our patients really seem to like it.

Does Dr. Caldwell have any partners?

Yes, one. Dr. Nelson.

But he was...

What is it?

I'm sorry, uh,
this has been a crazy week.

Um, first Dr. Nelson
gets in a car accident,

and now Dr. Caldwell?

Dr. Nelson isn't at work?

No, he's in the hospital.

Induced coma.

I'm sorry to hear that.

What kind of doctor is Nelson?

Anesthesiologist.

We're gonna need access

to all of the clinic's
phone records and e-files.

Dr. Caldwell's partner
is an anesthesiologist.

So is Dr. Wright.
That can't be a coincidence.

Why would Dr. Caldwell
have an anesthesiologist

as a partner in the first place?

It doesn't make any sense.

That's pretty odd, right?

I feel like we're missing something.

What about Caldwell's history?
Was he always an internist?

He spent two years
as a surgical resident

at Mass General
before leaving the program

to go into internal medicine.

Five years later, he started

the concierge practice with Dr. Nelson.

Just found something.

Might be nothing,
but over the past five weeks,

the same cell number
has repeatedly shown up

on both their phone records.

Five, six times a day, every day.

Okay. Run it.

Cell number is registered to...

this guy, Lorenzo Santos.

So what was he locked up for?

He's been in and out of jail
for the last decade.

A couple of assault charges,
a narcotics violation.

Also appears to have
a lot of connections

with this Mexican street gang, Loco-25s.

Why would a guy like this
be in constant contact

with a concierge medical practice?

Gang banging is a dangerous business.

Maybe they made a deal with Caldwell

so that if someone gets
injured, they know where to go.

This guy's the same
approximate height and weight

as our masked man.

Ping his cell.
I want him brought in for questioning.

I'm showing he's currently
near the intersection

of Adam Clayton Powell and 140th.

Or at least his cell phone is.

Go.

The cell pinged near here,

but it doesn't mean
he's on the ground floor.

He could be in one of these
apartments on top of the shops.

He's not. I think I got eyes on him.

Check your 2:00.

The way he keeps looking
around makes me think

there's something illegal in that bag.

Hey, Scola, Tiff?

We got eyes on Lorenzo.

He's in front of the Laundromat.

He's talking to a male Hispanic,

maybe about his 20s.

Looks like a dope deal's going down.

Copy. We're here now.

Let's box them in tight
before the badges come out.

Yeah, we'll wait for your signal.

All right, next time,
I'll give you a call, okay?

Okay, they're splitting up.

You take the other guy. We got Lorenzo.

Lorenzo Santos!

How you doing? FBI.

We need to ask you some questions.

FBI, we need to talk.

- Lorenzo!
- Lorenzo, stop!

Hey, kid.

You know if you don't come out,

we're gonna have to call the dogs,

and trust me, you do not want that.

No, you don't.

All right, you go left, I'll go right.

FBI, freeze!

Hands behind your back now.

Make sure you check his waistband.

He was holding it
when he started running.

- Up.
- Ah, chill out, man.

I ain't got a gun. I'm just hurt.

Okay, all right. Relax.

We'll get you some medical attention.

You shouldn't have started running.

That never ends well.

What the hell happened here?

Where'd you get this money?

It's mine. I earned it.

All right, so now we're gonna
need you to tell the truth.

We watched you do the deal.

So what, did you sell Lorenzo
some heroin or coke?

I sold my kidney.

You sold your kidney to Lorenzo?

Yeah. I needed money.

There's gotta be a easier way
to make cash than that.

I ain't got a lot of options.

Okay, so how does something
like this go down?

Did Lorenzo come to you,
or you go to him?

I hit him up.

My friend sold him one last month, so...

I knew he was good for the 20 grand.

You only need one, right?

When was this?

Yesterday.

A couple of doctors did it
at some private clinic.

What clinic? Where is it?

Don't know.

Lorenzo made me wear a hood
while we drove there.

Have you seen these two people before?

Yeah.

The man's one of the doctors
that took my kidney.

Don't know who that lady is, though.

Let's run the facts.

Gentleman on the left
is Dr. Terrence Nelson,

Caldwell's medical partner

and the second surgeon involved

in the removal of Pedro's kidney.

These two have a side hustle going

doing illegal organ transplants
until Nelson, an anesthesiologist,

gets into a serious car accident.

Which means Caldwell can't operate.

You can't do a transplant
without an anesthesiologist.

Right, so the abductor kidnaps one.

Which means our suspect is most likely

the guy who paid for Pedro's kidney,

either for himself

or for a family member
who needs a transplant.

Right. Well, I'm guessing the latter,

because our masked man
doesn't look or move

like he's in kidney failure.

All right, so we should be digging
into Caldwell's medical records,

focusing on the most recent lab orders.

- Where are we?
- Just got something.

Looks like Pedro's labs
were cross-matched

with a patient by the name of Tony Diaz,

12 years old, lives in Queens.

Any parent or guardian listed?

The father is Octavio Diaz,
43 years old.

Here on a temporary visa
while applying for asylum.

- Octavio Diaz.
- What else do we know about him?

It says on his application

that he's a high-ranking
soldier from Jalisco, Mexico.

Well educated, fought
against the drug cartels.

Some sort of special narcotics detail.

His claim is he'll be killed
if he's sent back.

That's a physical match
for our masked man.

Let's track him down. Now.

Yep.

Where's your husband, Octavio?

I don't know.

Ma'am, we need to talk to him
right away.

Why are you looking for him?

Come on, you know why.

We know about your son, Tony.

That your husband's working
with Dr. Caldwell

trying to get him
a new kidney off the books,

so please just tell us what you know.

We need to find your husband
and your son

so we can get him the medical
attention that he needs.

We already tried that.

Talked to 25 different
transplant doctors.

Begged them to get Tony
on their recipient list,

but we are not in the insurance system.

Said there was nothing they could do.

Now my son is so sick

he can't eat or walk.

He's only 12 years old,

and he's going to die
if he doesn't get a new kidney.

Ma'am, we understand,

but we think that your husband
is endangering your son,

trying to force two doctors to
do a very complicated surgery.

He needs to go to a hospital.

I told you, we tried.
They won't do anything.

Just call him.

Not until Tony's all better.

After that, you can do
whatever you want to us.

All right.

You don't have to talk to us,

but you do need to come with us.

- What?
- You're under arrest.

Wait, if Caldwell and Nelson

are doing off-the-book transplants,

they'd need their own surgical centers,

somewhere sterile, safe, out-of-the-way.

No way they'd use somebody else's.

Yeah, dig into their finances.

Check to see if they're paying
rent on any other facilities.

Yeah, and check purchases
for surgical equipment

over the past few years.

Nine months ago, Caldwell & Nelson LLC,

owned by Caldwell,
bought over a $100,000 worth

of medical equipment and devices.

There it is.

Okay, is there an invoice on file,

and does it have
a delivery location listed?

Went to a warehouse in Brooklyn.

Owned by an LLC called
VIP Medical Properties,

which is owned by...

Dr. Caldwell.

Notify the team.
I'll roll SWAT with them.

Yeah, I want you there, as well,

just in case Octavio
doesn't feel like surrendering.

Yeah.

Move in.

TOT in position.

Setting up forward command post now.

Copy, Tiff.

Bingo.

I have a grey BMW in the far
corner of the parking lot.

Plates have been removed.
Probably our abduction vehicle.

There's no activity in the
windows, but the lights are on.

Building's definitely occupied.

Thermal scan shows four
heat signatures inside.

Yeah.

We gotta assume it's Octavio, his son...

And our two doctors.

All right, get the filament
cameras to the vents,

snipers in position,
but we do not engage.

Hey, Sam, I'm so sorry
I couldn't meet you there.

I got kidnapping case
that turned into a...

- A hostage situation.
- That's okay.

Anyway, what did they say?

Nothing yet.

They're running some more tests.

Uh-huh, for what?

Are they... are they looking
for something specific?

He... he didn't say.

Okay.

Uh, is... is... is Tyler there?

Can I talk to him for a second?

He is, but he's really scared, Jubal.

I... I think it's better
if we wait for now.

I'll text you when
the results are back, okay?

Okay. Bye.

Dr. Caldwell has already
started the transplant

and made the initial incision.

The suspect is holding the gun down,

but obviously capable
of bringing it up on target

at a moment's notice.

That's a Bushmaster AR-15
with a 30-round mag.

It's a real threat.

Yeah, he's obviously well-prepared.

That puts us at a disadvantage
if we make a standard entry.

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

What about an explosive one?

Access through the ceiling,
flashbangs as a distraction.

It improves our odds,

but chances are
it would still get messy.

All right.

Let's just continue
to monitor the situation.

Let me talk to the JOC.

Hey, so the father's desperate.

He's got military training.

Making a move on him now seems risky.

I understand your concern,

but Octavio has no idea
that we're on the scene.

That gives us the advantage of surprise.

Why would we risk losing that?

Well, he's got two hostages.

Plus his kid is lying
on an operating table

getting his stomach cut open.

That's three lives at risk if we miss.

It's a safer play to try
to talk him into surrendering.

Okay.

This is your call,
but if you see clear shot,

do not be afraid to take it.

Yes, ma'am.

We got movement by the window.

Octavio's looking out.

What's he doing?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. No!

Oh, whoa! No!

Light him up!

Whoa, whoa! Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Cease fire, everyone. Cease fire.

A ricochet hit Dr. Caldwell
in the abdomen.

Good God. Give me the com!

He's gonna bleed out.

We need to get him to a hospital now.

No, no, no, no, no. Get to my son.

I can't do the operation without him.

I'm not a surgeon.

Hello?

Octavio, this is
Special Agent Jubal Valentine

with the FBI.

I need you to put your weapon
down and surrender.

If you do that, we can get
your son the help he needs.

You think I'm stupid?

No, I think you're a father
trying to save his son,

so let us help you do that.

I want a new surgeon.

One that can do a kidney transplant.

Well, that's not easy to...

And if one isn't here
in the next ten minutes,

the lady doctor dies.

Okay, wait, don't...

Now what?

Alpha 2, you have a clear visual?

Hello?

All right, just listen to me
for a second.

We need to get your son,
and the injured doctor to the hospital,

and we need to do it right now.

So you need to put the weapon down...

No, that's not going to happen, okay?

I need a new surgeon here fast.

Then you can have Caldwell.

It's not that easy
to find a transplant surgeon,

let alone one willing
to do a surgery like this

under these conditions. I mean...

I need a new surgeon,
or my boy's going to die.

Don't you understand that?

This is not the wa...

You think I wanted to do it like this?

Huh?

I... I've been trying to get help

for my boy for the past ten months.

So I had to do what I had to do.

Suspect's wife just pulled up on scene.

Okay, good. Talk to her.

Convince her to help us
save her son's life.

Go.

This is why you brought me here?

To persuade Octavio to surrender?

- To let my son die?
- No, we're trying to save him.

Anna, the doctor who was gonna
perform this surgery

has been shot.

He's unconscious.

It means they can't do
the operation here.

We need to get Tony
to a hospital, please.

- Hello?
- Octavio.

_

_

_

_

We need a surgeon.

_

_

_

_

_

Octavio...

_

He's going to need you, Anna.

You hear me?

Tony's going to need his mother.

What are you saying?

I love you, mi amor.

More than you'll ever know.

I'm sorry.

I tried.

Where are we?

Octavio won't surrender.

His only focus is on saving
his son's life.

He thinks staying put
is his best chance.

Okay, then we need
to extract Dr. Caldwell

and Dr. Wright as soon as possible.

We can have squad breach,
try to take out Octavio,

but it's risky.

It puts Dr. Wright in real danger,

not to mention the boy

who's cut open on the operating table.

Jubal, I know that this is hard,

but we have to focus on Dr. Wright

and Dr. Caldwell,
not the son of the perpetrator.

If we can save him, too,
then that's fantastic.

Trust me, no one is rooting
for this kid to die,

but we cannot risk Dr. Wright's safety

in order to save him.

Okay, but I still think our best shot

is finding a transplant surgeon

willing to perform the operation.

No, absolutely not.

We're not gonna put another
innocent life in jeopardy.

Then we split the middle.

What do you mean?

I become the new transplant
surgeon, the savior.

We demand Caldwell's release
in exchange for my cooperation.

Then once I'm in there,

I'll talk him off the ledge.

I'll get him to surrender,

and then we'll rush the kid
to the hospital.

Jubal, he's heard your voice.

I don't think he'll make the connection.

Okay, but I want a backup
plan just in case he refuses.

You go talk to the SWAT leader.

If Octavio refuses to surrender,

you have to lure him to a window,

and a sniper will take him out.

Copy.

The signal to shoot is you
rubbing your left shoulder

with your right hand.

Isn't that the signal to steal second?

Yeah. Are we clear?

Yeah, yeah, if and when
it's time to shoot,

I will rub my left shoulder
with my right hand.

Based on what I've seen, the best angle

is gonna be through
the southeastern window.

So I need you to do your best

to work the conversation
in that direction.

Yep, copy that.

Okay.

Okay, all right.

Um...

I'm gonna need you to reach out
to Hope General.

It's only 3 miles from here.

I want a surgeon on standby,

ready to perform the kidney transplant.

We'll do our best.

No, I need a surgeon on standby.

He's a 12-year-old boy.

He does not deserve to die,
no matter what his father...

Jubal, I didn't say that.

I just... find a surgeon.

We will.

I'm gonna need you to take point.

Coordinate with SWAT and Isobel.

Copy.

Good. Okay.

All right.

Uh, call Octavio.

Tell him Dr. Robert Harvey
is arriving on scene.

- Will do.
- Okay.

Okay. He's not gonna see this

unless he looks directly
into your ear canal.

Anything we say, you're the
only one who's gonna hear it.

Say something.

Jubal Valentine, check one, two.

Yeah, got it.

Also, you're fully backstopped.

Got your medical picture
and your bio on the webpage.

Where'd I go to med school?

Columbia.

Right.

All right, let's do this.

Octavio, this is
Special Agent Stuart Scola.

I've got good news; A transplant surgeon

from Hope General is on his way.

His name is Dr. Robert Harvey,

but we're not gonna send him inside

until you release Dr. Caldwell,
you understand?

Hey.

I'm Dr. Harvey.

I'm here to help your son.

Come in.

Keep walking. Come.

Keep going.

Put your bag down.

Okay.

Put your hands up. Higher.

I appreciate this, doctor,

more than you'll ever know.

Charlie 19, hold your fire.

So the donor
is a perfect match, I assume?

Yes, the other doctor made sure,

so there's nothing to worry about.

Okay. Right.

You know, I feel like I should say

I don't think this is a great idea.

A procedure like this
should really happen...

No, no, no, you don't get
to lecture me, okay?

I've been trying to do this
the right way for months,

but the doctor's in the hospitals,
they don't care.

We don't have insurance, okay?
We're not citizens.

They just ignored us.

They were going to just sit back

and watch him die.

What was I supposed to do, huh?

Let that happen?

No, of course not.

So I raised all the money.

I sold my car, I worked three jobs,

I borrowed from my friends,
from my relatives,

and the day before the operation,

Dr. Caldwell canceled the operation.

Something about his partner
getting into a car accident

and was in the hospital.

Didn't want to bring
another anesthesiologist.

Said it was too risky.

He didn't care about my son.

Only himself.

So I did what I had to do.

We need our target to move
3 feet to the south.

Copy.

Jubal, in case this thing goes sideways,

we really need you to move Octavio

3 feet the south.

I never wanted to hurt anyone.

Yeah, I get that.

Your kid was in danger.

You did what you had to do.

Still don't have a shot.

I want you to know that I'm gonna do

everything in my power to save Tony.

You promise?

Yes. I do.

I just want to save my son's life.

Thank you, doctor.

Okay, we have a shot.
Waiting on the signal.

What are we waiting for?

He's just trying to work him.

I know. It's no problem.

You know what?

I just... I gotta say,

I... I really think this is a mistake.

We just talked about this.

I know. I'm just trying to help you.

So then do the operation.

It's so much smarter to do
the operation at the hospital

with the technology and the resources.

Look, I'm a father.

I know what it's like to be scared.

To be worried that your son,

this boy that you love so much

you can't even describe it,

could die, I get that.

And if I were you,

I might do the same thing.

Yeah, but you're not me, okay?

You're rich. You're white.

You've never been in this position ever.

So you don't get to tell me
how to do this.

Okay, but all I'm saying

is the best way to save Tony's life,

and yours, for that matter,

is let the FBI
take your son to the hospital.

Let them do the procedure
properly there.

Please.

We have a shot.

I repeat, we have a shot.

I'm telling you, Octavio.

This is the best move.

Jubal has compromised the line of fire.

We do not have a clean shot.

I repeat, we do not have a clean shot.

What if the hospital says no?

Okay, what if there's no surgeons ready?

No, no, no, they can't,

not if we rush Tony into the ER.

They've been saying no
for the past ten months.

We won't let them. Look, I...
I'll still do the operation.

If we do it here,
the odds are 50/50 at best.

If we go to the hospital,
the odds: 80%, 90%.

Just... I'm telling you, man.
You've gotta trust me.

Please.

You have to make this decision now.

No. No!

We're doing the operation here. Now.

Okay?

So get ready to do the operation.

And listen to this.

If my boy dies,
I'm going to shoot you and her.

Now! Let's go!

Okay.

Jubal, either you give the signal,

or I will be forced to do it for you.

Let's go! Come on!

I'm sorry.

Weapon's free.

Let's move! Clear the room!

Let's get hot!

Surgeon at Hope General is standing by.

Okay, good.

You okay?

I'm fine, but we need to hurry.

This kid needs to be in surgery now.

Okay, got it.

Okay, keep him stable. Ready?

Hope General. Let's go.

I'm gonna ride in the ambulance,

keep an eye on him.

Okay. Thank you.

Dr. Wright is coming with you!

Wait!

You're gonna need this.

Right. Thanks.

Good luck.

Hell of a case.

A father trying to save his son.

Good night.

Jubal?

Hey. Are you okay?

Tyler has leukemia.

What?

My son has...

Uh, yeah, it's...

Good news is, the doctor says
we caught it early.

It's curable.
Prognosis is excellent, so...

Okay.

I gotta... I gotta go.

Hey, buddy.

You're gonna be okay.

Yeah, we got the best doctors
in the world.

Said they promise they can cure this.

And doctors don't lie,
so you're gonna be okay.

Yeah.

You're gonna live...

a long, full, beautiful life.

I know it.