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- Previously on Nurses... - Always like this around here?

- No, just happens to be the worst of all days for things to go sideways.

- My name is Kate Faulkner. I'm here to figure

what or who isn't working.

- I wanna spend more time in the OR.

Give me a shot. I will show you I'm one of the best nurses here.

- A little help in here! - Easy, I got her. - You can't be in here!

What do you do for a living? - I worked with Kate Faulkner at St. Christopher's.

She asked me to pose as a patient on my first day to assess the ER staff.

- How could you do that to another nurse? We're supposed to stick together!

- I've been thinking about what you said about independence.

- Looking for a new place? - Thinking about taking a leap. If I can afford it.

- I quit football because I wanted to be a nurse.

I don't wanna hurt people anymore, I wanna help them. - I'm making changes

to our health plans. You should be fully covered on your meds,

but I expect to see a change in your scheduling. - What the hell happened to you?

- Yeah, I'm sorry about that, but it's cool, I uh... won't be needing you anymore.

- You're out when I say you're out.

♪ - ♪ Too soon to tell

♪ When you exhale

♪ I know you could not - (Grace): Every fledgling

eventually leaves the nest, and how glorious it is

to finally fly.

To understand what you need.

To have the tools.

To know the ropes. To be, at last, a pro.

- You got your bucket. (laughing)

- (Grace): Knowing where you stand, where you fit in, and who your people are.

Feeling good about yourself,

and ready to take on whatever comes next.

And feeling that, finally,

you just might have everything under control.

- We're actually late. We should get going.

- Are you kidding me right now? Thank you, I'm so grateful!

Thank you!

I did it! Keon,

I won!

- If you're talking

about a ticket for a cruise ship, there's usually a catch.

- No, the condo I bid on.

Keon, I'm officially a homeowner!

- Naz! That's amazing! Congratulations!

- Wow, look who's adulting.

(phone chiming)

Hey, you OK? - Yeah, sure.

- So, Grace,

how's it going in the civilian dating pool?

- Civilian? - Yeah.

What you pretended to be when you were spying on me.

- Right, so we're still not over that.

- Yeah, she's not dating medical anymore.

- It's going good. I had a date yesterday with a totally normal banker.

- Wow! Normal bankers are so hot right now.

- No, it was awesome. He has so little to do with this world,

he thought a hematoma was a type of dessert.

- You got all the way to hematomas? You must be a rockin' date.

- Well, I think we're all amazing. Making decisions,

growing up, taking care of business.

- Darn tootin', baby. - Hang on, did you just say "darn tootin'"?

- Good morning. Your assignments...

Why don't you stand over there?

You'll be able to hear me better. - Right. Of course.

Grace and Ashley, ER. - Good, it'll give us some time

to unpack this riveting love life of yours. - Do not get too excited.

- Naz, you're on triage desk. - Thank you. And if anything opens up in the schedule,

I'd like to pick up as many shifts as possible

in the foreseeable future. I just bought a condo.

- Mazel tov. Mr. Colby, Matteo, you're up in ICU.

- You can narc on me now, too. - And... Wolf,

in light of our conversation the other day,

I have you with a preceptor today. St. Mary's finest.

Say hello to your shadow. OK,

do your best out there today, and take care of each other.

- (Grace): I mean, nobody's swept me

off my feet yet, but civilians are so much simpler.

They don't talk shop. When I'm at work, I'm at work.

When I'm dating, I'm dating. I like that. - Dude, I feel you.

I would kill for a 9-to-5 girlfriend.

Caro and I have drifted just from working opposing schedules.

I never see her anymore. - Someone, please!

It's my daughter. - Oh, uh, I got it.

Hi, I'm Grace. Can I help you? - Yeah, it's my baby.

I think something's wrong with her.

- OK. Why don't we go somewhere a little more private, uh...? - Jessy.

- Jessy. Come on, right this way. - Thank you.

We were going

to see my folks in Picton and she just started burning up.

- Yeah, she's definitely warm. - Suzie.

Her name's Suzie. - How old is she?

- She's two months. - OK.

I'm just gonna take Suzie's temperature.

Is there any other medical condition I should know about?

- No, no. - OK.

- I can't believe this is happening. - She's in the right place,

don't worry, Jessy. - No, you don't understand. This is my first day alone with her.

My girlfriend is out of town.

She's gonna kill me.

(fussing)

- 40.5.

- Is that bad? - Uh, Dr. Goldwyn? - Yeah?

- Can I see you in here for a second, please?

- What's going on? - Her pulse is 30. She's listless. 40.5 degree fever.

- What does that mean? - You don't know what a high fever means?

I'm gonna listen to her chest. Hi, cutie pie.

- Will you just tell me what's wrong? - I know you're scared right now

but the best thing you can do for Suzie is just stay calm. - Oh, Grace, Grace.

- Oh my god, what's happening? - Double seizure. - Everything OK?

- Is she gonna die? - No, no, no one's gonna die today. Get her up to NICU.

- OK. - Whoa, whoa, don't take her! - Hey, hey! Grace, now.

- Hey, don't! - Get your hands off of her.

- Let me go! - Security! I need security!

- It's my baby! Where are you taking her? Let me go!

- OK. Thanks, Bill. Keep me posted.

- I heard what happened. How d'you know how to handle yourself like that?

- Krav Maga, baby. After my divorce,

I had a choice: turn into a bitch or a beast.

Guess which one I chose. And don't say both.

(musical ringtone) - My real estate agent.

Sorry. I know I'm really not supposed

to take this here, but... I really have to.

Hello! Yes.

Right. What condo fee?

Wait, on top of them? Every month?

- The guy, that dude?

I just... I would've never seen it coming.

- First rule of the ER. Expect the unexpected.

(girls laughing) - ♪ Everyone else has left now

- It doesn't count!

She never crossed the finish line!

(laughing) - Good luck.

- Ladies. What am I looking at?

- Stagette weekend gone horribly wrong.

- I'm so sorry. - They're all still pretty hosed.

- And she's still in the shopping cart because...?

- We didn't have the proper tools to extract her safely at the scene.

- Uh-huh. You also really wanted me to see this, didn't you?

- Well.

- Gosh, I forgot

how much I dig that smile of yours. We've been like...

- Two lady kayaks passing in the night?

- Shift work's a bitch. - Excuse me? Hi.

Excuse me, hi. Um,

we have reservations at the Crazy Horse tonight.

- That's right! - It's a male strip club. - Ew.

- Do you think we're gonna make it? - Look, I really don't know.

- I should get back. - Yeah. I'll... see you around.

- Mm-hmm. (girls giggling)

- Baby's up in NICU. - Oh, and the dad?

- Sorry.

- He's exhausted, not psychotic.

And he feels terrible about losing it back there in the ER.

- Don't worry, Ms. Faulkner took care of herself.

- I heard! It's all over the hospital.

White coat, black belt. Super hot.

What? I'm a shrink, not a Vulcan.

- Wait, so what do I do then? For Jessy.

- My prescription? Sleep and a snack.

- Thank you. I haven't eaten since Sudbury, actually.

- Well, that should help. - Thank you, by the way,

for everything. Especially not getting me arrested.

I've never really hit anyone before or anything.

- Ah, well, you were scared.

- I just wanna be with her.

- Well, the doctor's given her a mild sedative now,

so she's sleeping. The best thing you can do for her

is take care of yourself. - I'm not so good at that.

(chuckling) - Oh, uh, where was she born?

- Wha... - Your daughter. Which hospital?

- Oh, uh... Sudbury Eastern.

- I'm gonna call them, get them to fax over her chart,

and you, in the meantime, sleep. Nurse's orders.

- As soon as she wakes up, though, right? OK.

- "Anastasia". Your tattoo. Is that your girlfriend's name?

- Yeah. - It's a beautiful name.

- Thanks. It means "rebirth".

- Get some rest.

- Three, two, one, and pull! - Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop. - Sorry. Sorry, but it hurts.

- This'll help. What, do you want some, big fella?

- Oh, Ash, score. - Perfect. Alright.

♪ Here comes the grease

No offense. - I think we're maybe past offending each other.

- OK, unless your name is Rachel, out. Thank you. Thank you, thank you.

Gotta go. - OK! - Stay strong, Rachie!

- We love you, girl. - Alright, that should do it.

- Alright, let's try this again.

One, two, three, pull!

(grunting) - Ah!

Oh! Thank you, thank you!

Oh, gosh!

Oh! I'm so sorry!

I will call an Uber and get out of your hair.

- I'm sorry, you're not going anywhere except up to Imaging.

- Oh... - Your chariot, milady. Don't worry, no drag racing.

- Should I go with them? - No.

You're with the bridesmaids now.

(girls whooping) Be their skinny white shadow.

How low can you go? - The accident he was in is serious.

We'll do a pain assessment as soon as he's awake. We'll adjust the MLG. After you take

his vitals, the dressing will probably be ready for a change. - Yeah, but--

- You'll need an update on bladder, skin-- - Definitely, but--

- Nurse Colby, what's your deal?

- Deal? No deal, I don't have a deal.

- Well, I feel like I'm talking to myself,

which usually only happens at home after a glass of rosé

and CSI: Miami. - I just thought we should notify the patient's family

that he was out of surgery. - They're still stuck in St. John's.

The storm has grounded everyone. I'm in constant contact with them.

But until they arrive, we're the only family he's got.

Savvy? - Uh, what should I tell him when he wakes up?

- The truth. He had a successful spinal stabilization

and he's lucky to be alive. The rest we don't know yet.

(sighing)

- Cotton.

Cotton mouth.

- Brad! Brad, welcome back.

How you feeling, buddy? - Uh...

I don't know. I don't know.

- It's all good, man. Take your time.

- Oh my god...

I can't.

No... I still can't feel anything.

- It's OK. I'm here.

Just...

try to relax.

- Am I ever gonna walk again?

- I feel so stupid. - Hey, I have done way worse.

I mean, come on, aren't we all just one drink away from a major shopping cart accident?

And besides, now you have some excellent wedding speech material.

- You're just trying to make me feel better. - How am I doing?

Is your fiancé on his way?

- George? No. He's away at a stag weekend

up in Muskoka. I haven't had the heart to call him yet.

- I'm pretty sure he'd wanna know all about this. - I know,

but he's been looking forward to this stag all year. I really want him to have that.

- Sounds like you really love him. - Yeah, I do.

Do you have a boyfriend? - No, I was actually seeing your paramedic.

- No way! I thought I sensed something.

- Yeah, but um... things have chilled.

Which is weird, because we're super similar. I mean, on paper it should work.

- Relationships are mysterious. I mean George and I couldn't be more different.

- So maybe it's true what they say. Maybe opposites do attract. - Oh, my stars!

What do we have here? - Bride-to-be with a busted wing.

- Goodness gracious, you're getting married? I wanna hear all the details.

- Well, the date's next week... if I'm better.

- Oh, trust me, honey, we are gonna get you better in time to say "I do".

I absolutely love weddings. It's true! I don't even have to know the people,

and still, I'm bawling. - Hm! Yeah, Candy is relentlessly cheerful.

- Alright, well, buckle up, here we go.

(She hums The Bridal Chorus.)

(baby crying)

- Her stats are dropping. Did we get any medical history? - Not enough.

I paged Dr. Goldwyn. - Heart's 150.

BP 80/50. If we don't figure out what's wrong with her... - What is it, jellybean?

What's wrong with you? If only you could tell us.

- Jellybean? Thank you, Dr. Jhankar.

- That's what I used to call my sister.

She was colourful and sweet, just like a bag of... diabetes.

- What? - Sweet. Jessy said she's only eaten sweetened condensed milk

since Sudbury. What if she's diabetic?

- That would explain the symptoms. What are you doing?

- The blood sugar test you ordered. - Good.

(crying) Let's see. Ooh, jellybean...

- 23.7. Sugar's really elevated.

- Yeah, she could lapse into a coma. Grace, you're gonna push-- - Insulin 20 units.

Already on it. - That's right.

That's right. It's OK, sweetie. Shh, shh.

- It's OK, it's OK. - Let's go. - There we go.

- Oh yeah...

(sighing) Yeah.

Grace...

You probably just saved her life.

- Why didn't Jessy tell us that she was diabetic?

- Oh... yeah, sweetie.

You better call George, we have a reason to celebrate.

- Are you kidding? We have 12,000 reasons to celebrate.

It's how much I spent on a sleeveless Vera Wang dress.

- You spent $12,000 on a dress?

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah, I really don't get straight people.

- Ow! Ow! - You're still feeling pain?

- Yeah, and it's getting worse. If it's not broken,

why does it hurt so much? - Let me take a look.

Your arm's swelling. It's, like, three times the size it was when we left Imaging.

- Is that bad? - Matteo, where's Dr. Goldwyn?

- Up in NICU, I think. - What about Barnes? - She is on another call.

- I need a doctor, stat. - Foursome at 7:30 AM,

two carts. Great. - Dr. Ranfield. - What?

- My patient was trapped in a shopping cart. - That has what to do with me?

- I think she might have compartment syndrome. - Yeah, doesn't look too good.

- I need to relieve the pressure in the compartment.

- No, you need to page a resident. - All busy, there's no time.

- Look, I'm super new here-- - The tissue's not getting enough blood supply.

- Ashley, I-- - It's either decompression now or amputation later. Just do it.

- You can't talk to me like that, nurse! - Make the cut or I'll cut you!

- Ouch! (gasping) - Oh, wow.

- OK...

- Hey, sorry about before, man. - Sorry is for horses.

- I thought hay was for horses. - Was it?

- I just... I didn't remember anything when I woke up.

Then I did.

The elevator shaft and the foreman screaming.

- The effects of the anesthesia are still wearing off.

- Has anyone been in touch with my parents?

- All the flights out of St. John's are still grounded.

I'm sorry. - Ha! That's just my luck.

I break my back on the same day as the biggest snowstorm in Newfoundland history.

- I spoke to your parents. Trust me, nothing will stop them from getting here soon as they can.

- I feel bad for whoever has to deal with my dad at the airport.

My mom's the nice one. Hey, sorry, man, what are you doing down there?

- Uh, SCDs. Sequential compression sleeves. They help simulate walking.

Keeps the blood flowing to help prevent clots.

Which I'm sure will be temporary.

- Läget? It's Swedish for "what's up". I'm Dr. Gunnar.

We didn't have a chance to meet last night, but I performed your surgery.

- I should say thank you. - No need.

I'm just gonna do a quick Babinski with you, jag?

You may or may not feel something.

I'm just looking for reaction.

- Is that it? - Yes. It's only one test.

- Shouldn't we try more, like uh... different spots

or other pressure points or whatnot? - Yes, but later.

Your surgery went very well. Think of only that, OK?

Adjö!

- What do you say we get these SCDs fire up, huh?

Alright.

- What the hell happened here? - I, uh...

- My patient was in distress. Dr. Ranfield relieved the pressure in her arm.

- And then? - I slipped.

Right after the incision. The floor was wet.

- Ashley, is that what happened?

- Mm-hmm.

- Are you OK, doctor?

- Thank you, yes. Well, I will have to file a report on that.

- Of course. - I'm late for grand rounds.

- Why was the floor wet? - I don't know.

- Surely it's not because you think mopping is above your pay grade.

- No, ma'am. - I hope not.

I like you, Ashley. I really want you to succeed here.

And, um... hm!

This is a tripping hazard.

- Wolfgang, can I ask you something? - Sure.

- Is this supposed to be red?

- No. No, that's definitely a rash. Maybe a reaction

to the sparkly adhesive? I'm gonna go get you some cortisone cream. I got you.

- Hey, Wolf? I'm feeling, like, super light-headed over here.

- Sandwich? - Yeah. Thank you!

- Excuse me, did someone call for a doctor?

- This is the guy! (squealing) (pop music)

- No, no, no, no! (whooping) No, no, no!

(whooping) - I'm here to fill your prescription for vitamin D.

- No, you're not. This is... this is...

No, seriously, you can't do this here.

- Whoo! Yes! - OK, no, stop!

Did you guys seriously order a stripper to this hospital?

- We already had him ordered. - Yeah, we just rerouted him.

- Um... OK, clothes or security. You choose.

- Sorry, ladies. Show's over.

(music stops) - Really?

- Money back, please. - Ha! No refunds. It was in the fine print.

Take it up with Shaggy over here. (cheers and applause)

- You owe me $500.

- Get in line. I'm broke.

- Well, fine then, I'll... take a dance.

Let's see what you have under those scrubs.

(laughing) - Oh, that's bad.

(giggling)

- No baby Suzie? Are you sure?

OK, check Suzanne.

No? OK, thank you.

Jessy?

Jessy! What... - Grace,

I slept, I swear. I just really needed to see her.

- Why didn't you tell us?

- Tell you what?

- Suzie is an insulin-dependent diabetic.

Why didn't you tell us that?

You didn't know. How could you not know that?

(phone alarm beeping)

- Hey, what are you doing? - Um...

I just wanna give us some privacy.

- I have to get out of here. - No.

Your daughter's still too weak to travel.

She needs insulin, fluids, monitoring.

- No, we have to keep moving. - Nobody knows that you're here.

Only me. - Yeah, maybe now, but that's not gonna last forever.

You must think I'm a horrible person.

- No. I don't. Look,

there are two sides to every story. Tell me yours.

- They kept me from seeing my own daughter.

- Why would they do that to you?

- I had a drug problem.

A bad one. And I did some things I'm not proud of.

- OK. You're human. That doesn't excuse this.

- I haven't touched a thing since the day she was born.

Not one thing. I swear on my life.

It... it was... like a rebirth for me too, you know?

- Anastasia.

Your tattoo. That's her name.

- Kirsten's parents, they've got money and they got a restraining order

and they just refused to believe me.

- I believe you.

Your daughter requires regular insulin and ongoing care.

- No one comes in here. - Your daughter is still really sick.

If she's deprived of her medication...

Let me just text a nurse to fill the order.

- No. No, you'll tip them off.

- No, I won't. You can read the text. I just wanna help your daughter.

Please, will you just let me help make her better?

- OK.

- OK.

What are you doing? - Why should I trust you? Why should I trust anyone?

- It's OK.

It's OK.

- You should probably put that under your scrubs.

- I just heard what happened. Is it true Ranfield slipped on a wet floor?

Why didn't you out the dude? Why should you get in trouble? He sucks.

- Yeah, well, he also happens to be medical royalty

in this town, so...

(phone chiming)

Amber alert? - No, Kiki just rated the Steinbach wing.

She hasn't had a decent meal since September. She's trying to fit into her bridesmaid dress.

- Hm. - I should go check on her.

- Yeah, you go be with your girls. I gotta get this stuff to Grace, anyways.

- Hey, Ashley.

You know what they say. A bridesmaid's work is never done.

(chortling)

- Grace, the insulin you asked for. - Thank you.

- How is she doing? - OK.

She'll be better once she gets her medication.

You have to be so careful with the dosage for a child this young.

- Of course. - That's why I was so careful with the dosage.

In my text. - Right...

- OK, thanks, miss. - Yeah, no problem.

Alright, well, if that is all... - Yes, thank you.

(baby fussing)

- Is it true that everyone who visits Newfoundland gets screeched in?

- I saw your face when the weird Swedish guy was touching my feet.

I couldn't feel a thing, but... I knew when I looked at you.

- Well, like the weird Swedish guy said, it's only one test.

- I wish my mom was here.

She'd tell me exactly how it is.

- I'm not holding anything back. - Really?

It sure doesn't feel like that.

- It's just too early to jump to any conclusions.

- Then why can't you look at me?

Every time you come in here,

you're looking at a chart or you're pressing buttons or you're changing something.

- I'm just trying to give you the best care that I can.

These early hours are crucial.

- No. No, someone told you that I was gonna be paralyzed, didn't they?

- That's not true. - You're just trying to keep me--

- Brad, I swear to you, I'm telling you everything that I know.

- Whatever, man. I just want to be left alone.

(sorrowful music)

- Look.

Not too long ago, I played football.

One game, I hurt someone real bad.

Everyone kept saying, "It wasn't your fault.

It's just a part of the game. It could happen to anyone."

But it didn't. It happened to him, and I did it.

And when I walked into that recovery room, I didn't see you lying there.

I saw him.

It was him I couldn't look at.

I'm sorry about that.

Nurses have baggage too, sometimes.

- What happened to him?

Truth, please.

- All I know is that he's in a chair. For life.

And I put him there.

- You didn't put me here.

Broken elevator at my work did, so you can look at me, OK?

- I'll keep it real with you from now on.

I promise.

(sighing)

Can I just jump back to your blind side

real quick so I can finish your dressing? - Yeah.

You should call the guy.

Make hay.

(sighing)

- My life is over.

My outgoings are way over my incomings.

- Didn't you make a budget?

- I failed at adulting.

- Hey, did you find Grace strange today?

- Apart from her love of normal bankers, not really.

- Hm. It's just, she texted me this insulin order

for the baby in NICU, except she made a weird mistake,

so I just corrected the dose, but it's just not like her.

She texted me 5,555 ccs,

which isn't even a mistake-- - The internal hospital emergency code.

- Oh, my god! Call 911.

(baby crying)

- Hurry up, it's time to go.

- She needs insulin regularly. Let me teach you.

- There's no time. The other nurse already knows we're up here.

- I'll find us somewhere secluded where no one can find us.

Without insulin

regularly administered, Anastasia will die, so if you love her,

if you ever want to know her, you will let me teach you. Do you understand?

Jessy! - Yes.

- OK. OK. Come here.

- Have you heard of the old Scandinavian superstition that if your left palm itches,

you'll lose money, but if your right palm itches, well, time to go shopping?

I'm just wondering if it's the same for your feet.

Well, who knows?

Again, Mr. Crombie, I'm mostly interested in reaction.

Maybe you'll feel something, maybe not.

- Stop.

Do that again.

(exhaling)

It's cold.

I feel it. - Doc, he feels it!

- What do you say to that? A very favourable result, yes?

I'll be back later.

(sobbing)

- Stop crying. - I'm not crying, man, you are.

Oh god... - Hey,

I'm gonna walk again. - As long as you're here,

I'm with you every step. Good days and bad.

- Oh, you don't gotta say that. I know you got a ton of other patients you gotta--

- No, I'm not just saying that. I'm not trying to earn back some karma from my past.

I just really want to support you. If you'll let me.

- Thanks.

- No, man, thank you.

(sirens blaring)

(phone alarms beeping)

- Grace, where the hell are you?

- Alright, I'll take the elevator up to Op 1 and work my way down in the back elevator.

- OK, good, and I'll do a full sweep of the Simpson Wing. - I'll cover everything else.

- Where are you all going? - To find Grace. - The hell you are.

- But Damien-- - No buts. Let the cops handle it. Let's stick to our jobs.

- I can't just go back to work knowing she's out there.

- My father died of a massive heart attack the day before his 50th birthday.

I worked a double the very next day.

We help people to help ourselves.

That's the job. And it sucks most of the time,

but there it is. So get back to it, now.

- Keep your eyes peeled, OK? She's here somewhere.

- OK, now pinch there.

Mm-hmm. Now put the needle in at a 45-degree angle.

Sometimes,

if the tissue is thicker, you may have to go up and down a bit more.

Yeah. All the way in. All the way.

- Screw it. I can't do that.

- OK, let's just... We'll take a break.

- No more stalling.

- Jessy... - I need to get out of here right now.

- Jessy, please, stop running. If you don't, you're never gonna find your way back home to her.

- Screw that, OK? Just give me my kid

and show me a back way out of this hospital right now.

- OK.

- OK, tell me that's annually.

Monthly? - Excuse me. Excuse me, please?

- Um, I'll call you back.

Hello, ma'am.

- The Amber alert. That's my Anna.

My parents called 911 on Jessy.

I tracked his phone down, drove down here.

I know I can talk him out of this. - OK.

I'm Nazneen. Maybe we can sit--

- I don't need to sit, I need my daughter. Where is she?

- I'm going to find out for you. - Jessy's got problems.

He's a mess, but I don't want him to get hurt.

And if anything happens to my Anna...

- My friend Grace is with them.

She's a great nurse.

- I didn't think he was capable

or that he would do something like this.

We should've just let him see her. - This is not your fault.

- I need to speak to him, please. Your friend, she must have her phone.

- We've been instructed to leave the situation to the authorities.

- Please. I know that if he can just hear my voice, he'll realise this is wrong.

(phone ringing)

- No more bullshit, Grace! - OK, take it easy.

- Get me out of here, OK? - OK. OK.

Come on. (phone ringing)

- I'm sorry. She's not picking up.

- There's gotta be something else. I can't just stand here while my baby's...

- [Dr. Cecil, 199, please.] - Do you have access to that intercom?

- I... I could lose my job.

- You can find another job. I can't find another Anna.

- Quick before I change my mind.

(baby crying)

- How do we get out? - I don't... I don't know,

I'm sorry. I'm doing my best. I just don't know my way around down here.

- I'm not gonna ask you again. - OK.

- [Jessy?]

Jessy, it's me.

Please,

if you can hear me,

[I know how scared you must be.]

[I know you must feel cornered.]

[But I also know you would never hurt Anna. That's just not who you are.]

I know how badly you wanted to love her, to be her dad.

[I know where you come from, how hard things have been for you.]

[But you turned things around.]

[You turned things around for her,]

[so please don't throw it all away now.]

[She's gonna need a daddy. I'll tell them.]

[I'll tell everyone you made a mistake because this isn't you.]

If you're listening, please...

[Give her up now.]

I love you both so much.

[Please.]

I don't wanna see either of you get hurt.

(sorrowful music)

- Jessy.

That door leads outside.

And that one? That one leads you to doing the right thing.

It's up to you now, Jessy. I'll go with you.

I'll make sure that they know that you wanted her to be safe.

Come here, sweetie. OK.

(sirens)

- On your knees, hands on your head. Do it, now.

(soft piano music)

- Shh...

(inaudible)

(soft piano music)

- Hey, Dr. Ranfield?

Just thought you should know that Rachel's out of surgery.

She's gonna make a full recovery.

- Great news. Thanks for the update. - Look,

I think you should tell your division head what really happened back there.

- Why would I do that? - So I don't have to.

- Are you threatening me, nurse Collins? - We both know you didn't slip.

- That sounds like a threat to me. Let me be clear.

You pushed me into performing a procedure outside of my field without proper preparation.

- I pushed you to save Rachel's arm.

- You're skating on very thin ice. My father--

- Is the Dean of Medicine at the university, and your mother

is a renowned neurosurgeon. I know who you are.

- Good. Then you know I can destroy your career

just like that.

- Oh, just keep it. You kind of won it. - No, I couldn't. It's too much.

(giggling) - OK. Look,

we're gonna be back first thing in the morning to see Rachel.

- Yeah, and thanks so much for taking care of us.

That sandwich you gave me? Lights-out good.

- Oh, and that cortisone cream crazy healed this--

- Oh, keep your skirt on, Delphine. - OK.

- And hey, if this nurse thing doesn't work out, you'd have a real future on the pole.

- Yeah? You guys think so? I need the cash.

- OK, see you next Friday!

(giggling) - Next time.

- What a night! - I'm gonna miss those girls.

- People like you.

- Um, people like you too.

- You almost made that believable.

- People like you too.

What are you gonna do about Ranfield?

- I don't know. But for now,

we drink. - Definitely. We can definitely drink.

Holy crap! Dude, Kiki slipped me her number.

- Ugh, god.

- Someone buy me a drink,

make me a budget, and teach me how to be a person.

- Don't look at me, I'm a chaos magnet.

- I knew there was a reason I was drawn to you.

- Other than how hot I am? - Gross.

- Naz, I got your drink, but the rest you're gonna have to figure out yourself, and when you do--

- (all): Let us all know. - And until then, what should we do?

- (Grace): Like most things, flying takes practise,

patience, and perseverance. The truth is

that even when we know how to fly, we will always fall back to earth.

The minute you think you have it figured out, life will throw you for a loop.

But to be fully alive,

you must be willing to fall from the nest every day

and freefall into sadness, loss, and love.

Together, we will fall again,

and again, and again, into being human.

- ♪ Life is a highway

♪ I wanna ride it all night long ♪

♪ If you're going my way

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