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[ethereal music]

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[clock ticking]

[pensive music]

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[crickets chirping]

[boy] The nearest galaxy, the Canis Dwarf...

know how long it'd take to get there?

[girl] I literally have no idea.

900 million years with our current tech.

25 thousand if you could travel at the speed of light.

[girl] So, you're saying it's possible?

[ticking speeds up]

[boy] Someday.

I mean, if you could build a ship

that could travel at the speed of light,

you wouldn't experience time at all.

You wouldn't age a day.

[girl] But when you got back, all your friends

and family would be gone.

[boy] Yeah. Probably the whole of humanity.

[girl] What would be the point, then?

To find out what the point is!

[music & ticking quickens]

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See you tomorrow?

See you tomorrow.

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[music slows to a stop]

[engine roaring]

[crashing]

[brakes squealing]

[hurried footfalls]

[tires screeching]

[EKG monitor beeping slowly]

[ventilator whooshing faintly]

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[traffic din]

[cell phone buzzing]

- Boxer. - [man] Boxer, it's Riggs.

Sorry to be calling so early, but a heart

became available for your patient, Serena Vazquez.

The donor's an 18-year-old male from Buffalo.

Good news. What's the ETA on the heart from Buffalo?

[Riggs] 9:25 a.m. I'm on my way.

ECHO and catch reports are uploading.

Thank you.

What time is it?

Ten 'til.

[click]

["Meditation Thais" by Jules Massenet]

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[woman] Oh, shit.

Shit.

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No yolk. Trust me.

Thank you.

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They found Serena Vazquez a heart?

I'm happy for her. She has, what, like seven grand kids?

Five.

And I personally think she's too old.

But there are others on the committee who felt differently.

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While you silently judge me...

which is beginning to feel like a theme...

please consider there may be other, more deserving patients.

I'll see you at the hospital.

Don't be ridiculous. I'll drive you.

[car horns blaring]

[traffic din]

[radio announcer] Big storm brewing for this

upcoming weekend here in Manhattan but it seems

like the worst weather is over the weekend, so...

[horn blaring]

[radio announcer] ...gorgeous day here in New York City

as we get up to around 48 degrees,

and the low 50s for the rest of the week...

- Dinner after the shift? - Really?

You're still not taking me to the door?

Jordan, please. It's...

Unprofessional. I know, I get it.

Boxer, the only one that I'm silently judging

in this, whatever this is...

is myself.

[car door slams]

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[city din]

[indistinct radio chatter]

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[EMT] Hey, clear the entrance.

[Woman] What's going on here?

These two patients are together.

- They were airlifted in... - She's not the one

in critical condition! You treat the boy first.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Dr. Taylor, can you help me check him in?

Please, check him in properly.

Trip Granger, he has a heart condition.

He's a patient of Dr. Boxer.

- Are you the mother? - No, she's my attorney.

He's my son.

[low, tense music]

[indistinct PA announcements]

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[gurneys rattling]

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[labored breathing]

[beeping]

[breathless] So what's the verdict, Taylor?

Should they be diggin' that hole for me or what?

[Taylor] The verdict is, there's no verdict.

I still have to do a full blood work-up.

[man chuckling]

You're sweet, but... you don't need blood work

to tell ya what you can see with your own eyes.

What's that, Walter?

I'm a fat ass with a bad heart.

No one is digging any holes.

You're up for reclassification today. Let's stay positive.

Make me a deal, Taylor.

I want to watch "The Bachelor" with my daughters,

and eat my wife's shitty meatloaf.

- I think we can arrange that. - [Walter] No. At home.

If I get rejected again, just let me go home.

[male voice] When he calls, please,

do not answer the phone. We need everything on paper.

[female voice] I heard you the first time...

[male voice] Yeah, but I apparently...

You wanted to see me?

I'm sorry, am I interrupting?

Have a seat, Dr. Taylor.

I'd like you to meet Father Dunbar.

He's consulting for the board.

Charlie. Charlie Dunbar.

Are you, um, a spiritual consultant?

Legal, actually. I've only been ordained for three years.

Before that, I was a defense attorney for 15.

Quite the skill set.

Tell that to my ex-wife.

[chuckling]

I understand you've been interviewing

for the Heart Committee.

Word on the street is you're quite

the up-and-comer in cardiac surgery.

[woman] She's fantastic.

I see you started your residency in...

- plastic surgery? - Her mother's Nadia Taylor.

[Taylor] She's a cosmetic.

If you were a middle-aged woman from the Upper East Side,

you would know her.

[chuckling]

Why didn't you follow in her footsteps?

I watched a friend from college die waiting for a heart.

Ah.

The Lenox Hill committee denied her a status upgrade twice.

I'm sure they had their reasons.

And that didn't make you ambivalent

about these committees?

Honestly? I am a little ambivalent.

Ideally, no one should have the right

to decide who gets priority.

But I'm optimistic that one day,

we won't have an organ shortage.

I think we'll figure out a way to fix this problem.

Until then, this system, it's the best we've got.

It's the only one we've got.

What I'm trying to say is, that I trust myself,

which is why I want to be a part of this process.

Well, you got the position, Dr. Taylor.

Today's session starts at 8:00,

so you have an hour to do your rounds.

Thank you, both. You will not be disappointed.

[low, serious music]

[monitor beeping]

[labored breathing]

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Trip's stable for the time being.

[Granger] That doesn't sound very promising.

He's going to need that transplant sooner

than we anticipated.

How soon?

Move him up the list.

You know that's not how it works.

This morning, the committee

- will discuss upgrading his... - MOVE HIM UP THE LIST!

I apologize.

If he's been using again, there is nothing I can do.

Look after my boy, Andre.

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[pig snuffling]

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[coughing]

[clicking]

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[beeping]

[keyboard clacking]

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[beeping]

[Boxer] Jesus Christ.

[music intensifies]

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[lighter clicking]

[exhaling]

[chuckling]

Technically, you'd refer to him as TS-16, or "Test Subject 16."

But folks around the lab have given him

a nickname: Columbus

[all chuckling].

Columbus is the first animal to carry a humanized organ

we believe can be safely used for transplantation.

In his case, it's a kidney.

As you know, Xenotransplantation

is hardly a novel concept.

Doctors and scientists have been trying

to exchange organs and tissue cross-species for years.

Up until now, it hasn't worked.

What is unique about X-Origins is that we've created

a patented gene-editing tool that helps to produce organs

that the host immune system won't reject.

In other words, we harnessed this technology

on pigs so that it can become a reality for humans.

In the prospectus, it says human testing

is 24 months away. Why so far out?

[Boxer] The FDA requires two years of nonhuman trials.

There is a pig exactly like this one

who is carrying a kidney that was engineered for a monkey.

That's where we start.

So when would we start recouping?

I won't lie to you. Uh, it's gonna take quite a while.

Allow me to say this, if I can...

If we are successful, this tech will eradicate

the tremendous need for healthy human organs worldwide.

We will revolutionize transplantation.

[clock ticking]

And if you don't give a shit

about changing the world, that's okay.

You can still enjoy the obscene amount of money

I'm gonna make you.

[investors chuckling & applauding]

[coughing]

[siren wailing]

[tense music]

[monitors beeping]

[surgical tools clinking]

[organs squishing softly]

[bag rustling]

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[helicopter whirring]

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[Riggs] Hey, it's Riggs.

I'm leaving Buffalo with the heart.

Should be touching down on schedule.

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[Boxer] Mrs. Vazquez.

UNOS has found a match for you, from a donor upstate.

My colleague is on his way to retrieve the organ.

I will be performing the transplant.

My associate, Dr. Pope, will be prepping you in 20 minutes.

Do you have any questions?

Am I dreaming?

[nurse] No, you're not dreaming.

[choked] Thank you. Thank you, Dr. Boxer.

[monitor beeping]

Trip Granger will be dead in a week

if he doesn't get a transplant.

It's on the docket.

Let's hope he's laid off the marching powder.

Well, his blood won't lie.

Though I'm sure the elder Granger wishes it could.

What did he say when you saw him?

Nothing he hasn't already.

- Are you sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.

- Why, Val, what's up? - Nothing.

I hear the board's up in arms about

the rating downgrade.

Brought in a consultant to audit the program.

With the budget cuts, we are officially

on the cutting board.

Jesus, that'd be incredibly short-sighted.

They wouldn't even let me hand-pick your replacement.

Who'd they go with?

[distant phones ringing]

[door thuds]

Good morning, Dr. Boxer.

- You're in my seat. - Excuse me?

I'm kidding. Welcome to the committee, Dr. Taylor.

[committee member] Always the charmer, Boxer!

I'm Allen Lau, the shrink on this ship.

Jordan Taylor. Great to meet you.

So, as you have no doubt noticed, we have a new face.

Dr. Taylor is gonna be taking over for Boxer

when he leaves us to join the private sector next month.

Until that time, we're gonna roll with a six-man committee.

Guys, it is an honor.

I'd like to jump right in, 'cause I've got some good news.

One of our own, Serena Vazquez, is getting a heart.

[heart monitor beeping]

The donor is an 18-year-old boy from Buffalo.

Dr. Riggs is bringing the organ home as we speak.

Boxer's operating, incision time is 9 a.m.

I'll be scrubbing up in 30 minutes.

May we make this short and sweet, please?

Our first patient is up for reclassification.

Walter Curtis, who has DCM.

He is currently Status 1-B, but his condition has deteriorated.

Positives: He's 48, he's employed.

He has a strong support system.

I'm married. And I've got three beautiful daughters

And negatives: he's 5'9, 335 pounds.

Bipolar, but I did pass my last psych eval.

Primary insurance, but... I don't have a secondary policy.

I'd like to point out that Walter

has lost eight pounds since he's been here.

How long has he been here?

- It's still progress. - Three months.

Three months of controlled diet,

he's lost a measly eight pounds.

Richard Simmons wouldn't blush. We wouldn't be

giving him a heart, we'd be giving him a time bomb.

[sarcastic] Well, don't sugarcoat it, Boxer.

- Statistics don't lie. - But they never tell

the whole story either, which is why we're here.

Let's hear from Dr. Taylor, Walter's her patient...

I think that Walter's trying.

Actually, I know that he's trying.

He's not blessed with a good metabolism,

but should that preclude him from getting a heart?

I don't think so.

He's putting three daughters through college

on a doorman's salary.

And for that he deserves a heart?

[nurse] And a Nobel Prize!

Look, he's reliable, he takes his medication.

He's a cheerleader for the entire ward...

And he plays guitar, and he makes finger puppets

for pediatrics. This is not a congeniality contest.

If you would let us finish, Dr. Boxer, what we're trying

to say... is that Walter has the right disposition.

He can handle it.

Walter's medical bills are half a million, easy.

It's difficult to justify adding another 200K

to such a high-risk patient.

With all due respect... how can you quantify it?

We could add years to Walter's life.

- You don't know. - [Val] No, I don't know.

But I have to quantify it.

I'm responsible for this program.

We've had some issues recently.

US News downgraded our rating.

Nine heart rejections within the last year.

It's just dumb, bad luck...

[Boxer] Or poor decision-making.

Based on criteria more sentimental than scientific.

[Val] We all have a voice, we all come at this

from different angles. It's why the process works.

I would like to propose moving Walter up to Status 1-A.

Dr. Riggs has already e-mailed in his vote. He's in favor.

- Dr. Gilroy? - Not in favor.

- Dr. Boxer? - No.

- Dr. Lau? - I'm abstaining.

I have a conflict.

Dr. Taylor? You're the decider.

[exhaling]

Yes. I vote yes.

[nurse] Walter Curtis is upped to Status 1-A.

[intercom bleeps]

[Pope] It's Dr. Pope.

There's been a complication in the OR.

Serena Vazquez is dead.

[tense music]

What?

The fuck are you talking about?

She coded on the table.

Resuscitation failed... prep was going fine,

and her heart, it just stopped.

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Did you call Riggs?

Yes. He's already in the air with the donor heart.

- UNOS? - No time to redirect it.

So, what do you suggest we do?

It goes to somebody else in this hospital.

We can't waste a heart.

It has to be beating by 11:00 a.m.,

which means we need to be

prepping someone else by 9:30, the latest.

That is our true expiration.

Who are the other matches?

Walter Curtis is a match.

I don't know about the rest, I'd have to check.

Then, check. We reconvene in ten, sort through the matches,

- make a decision. - [Lau] Where are you going?

To tell Mr. Vazquez his wife is dead.

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[door slams]

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[faint city din]

[door thudding]

[footsteps crunching]

Talk about gettin' thrown into the fire on your first day.

Is UNOS going to have an issue if we make the call?

[Boxer] Never happened before.

We don't have time for their bureaucratic red tape.

That heart'll expire.

[sighing]

Boxer, one month. You are out of here in a month.

Until then, we need to be able to work together.

Can we do that?

In real life, we're obviously finished.

[distant traffic din]

I shouldn't have let things escalate.

I hurt you.

I'm sorry.

[choked] You know what hurts?

It's not the fact that you're a self-absorbed asshole.

I blame myself for thinking that

you could be any different.

What hurts is that you don't think I'm a good doctor.

Never said that.

But you don't want me on the committee.

[Boxer] I just don't think you're cut out for this.

And why is that?

You don't realize the heart is just a muscle.

[footsteps receding]

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[committee member] How many chances does this woman get?

She's ballooned to 240 pounds.

We've given her a bed for five months.

Unfortunately, we need to cut our losses. I vote no.

[nurse] I vote yes. Move her up.

Dr. Taylor?

Dr. Taylor? You're the decider.

[sighing]

No.

Gail Berry, upgrade denied.

[city din]

[surgeon 1] Priority should be geographic!

One, Albany. Two, Trenton. Three, White Plains.

[surgeon 2] Bullshit. Albany is a kidney. In what universe

do you cut out a kidney before a heart?

[surgeon 3] Heart's staying in the hospital. No transport.

It seems logical to me.

[surgeons arguing]

Everybody, please, just calm down.

[arguing continues]

[shouting] Will you all just shut the fuck up!

Operational priorities do not deviate based on geography.

One, heart. Two, liver. Three, kidneys...

I think we got it under control.

I don't really give a fuck what you think.

[surgeon 3] And you are?

I'm Director of the Transplant Program

at this hospital.

Dr. Taylor? Apologies.

We weren't briefed on local protocol.

Oh, yes, you were, honey. You just had your head

stuck too far up your ass to listen.

Babysit them.

Carry on!

[birds cawing]

[Boxer] Jesus.

[grunting slightly]

[sighing]

[lighter clicking]

I'm confused, Emmett.

My attorney's just still waiting on signatures.

Is there some issue with the docs?

Paperwork was fine.

The others are welcome to invest.

You know they won't come in unless you do.

Were we not at the same meeting?

You mean the one where you promised us

"obscene" sums of money?

So? What the fuck is happening?

You haven't disclosed everything.

You think I'm lying about the tech?

No. Not the tech.

You're lying about your health.

[papers shuffling]

Your heart is failing.

You won't live to see your project

to the end without a transplant.

My files are confidential.

[Granger] It's ironic, tragically so. I'm very sorry.

I can set a meeting with my successor.

I'm working with some of the finest doctors

and scientists in the world.

Andre, I invested in you. Not your team.

You know, this is the first start-up that I've invested in,

because I believe in what you're doing!

But you're asking for very big money now.

Let me ask you something, Emmett:

Do I strike you as the kind of guy who takes risks?

Okay.

If you agree to a transplant, I'll draw down.

I can't just agree to a transplant.

You read the file.

I'll find you a heart.

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That's all I can offer.

I can't.

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[door latching]

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[nurse] Okay...

The incoming heart is O positive, 310 grams.

As I mentioned, Walter Curtis is a match,

and there are two other 1-A matches in the hospital. I...

[door clicking]

Excuse me, we're in a meeting.

My apologies for being late, Val.

I was already on the train when I got your message.

[Gilroy] Guys, this is Father Dunbar.

He is a former attorney representing the board.

Father, this is Dr. Boxer, Dr. Lau, Nurse Wilkes.

And, of course, you know Dr. Taylor.

Why exactly is he here?

Because Trip Granger is a match for this heart.

[Gilroy] Boxer is correct.

Trip Granger? I checked him in this morning.

[Gilroy] His father's Emmett Granger.

Granger Venture Partners.

What does Trip do?

He tans well, parties even better,

and has a unique talent for ending up

on Page Six for the latter.

[Gilroy] Trip had a heart attack early this morning.

He was airlifted from Montauk on his father's jet.

We're also treating his girlfriend, Holly Matson.

I saw her today, too. She was cut up pretty badly.

[Wilkes] That's strange...

No, Trip didn't have any lacerations.

I'm assuming they were in some sort of accident?

Why do we suddenly need a spiritual/legal/

whatever-you-are watchdog?

The circumstances have changed. I have a letter from the board.

"At approximately 5:15 a.m.,

Emmett Granger contacted Chairman Scott Lacey.

He wanted the board to be aware of his appreciation

for past care, and understood that we would

do everything humanly possible for his son.

As a show of gratitude, and regardless of Trip's prognosis,

he informed Chairman Lacey

that he would recommend a $25 million grant

from The Granger Institute to St. Augustine Hospital.

The board places full trust in you, the Heart Committee,

to make the right decision regarding Trip Granger."

You can't be serious. $25 million?

I don't get out of bed for less than 30.

[Lau] What does it mean, he would "recommend"

a grant from the Granger Institute?

He is the Granger Institute.

[Boxer] It's a loophole.

We don't get the money if Trip doesn't get the heart.

- He's bribing us. - Bingo.

Not exactly.

"Regardless of Trip's prognosis."

Disregard the letter. We remain objective.

[Lau] I hope we can.

Unconsciously, this could prejudice us against Trip.

[Wilkes] Or the opposite. Come on, let's be real.

This place has seen better days.

Our equipment is prehistoric, we're short-staffed.

They can't even finish the renovation, for God's sake!

We pick Trip, and we're saving much more than one patient.

Now, of course, we can't let the money decide,

but black and white this ain't.

I disagree. I think the money should be irrelevant.

I'm surprised the board would even make us aware.

You are so young.

The board wants Trip to get the heart.

[Dunbar] Uh, that's false.

They were concerned that Mr. Granger

would reach out to one of you personally.

They sent me to ensure that any decision you make

would be irrefutable.

As you know, many of these transplant decisions

- end up in courtrooms. - Very clever,

sending in a priest to do their dirty work.

All right, just relax. We're waiting on Trip's drug results.

The decision could be made for us.

- How so? - If a patient's been using,

they're ineligible. UNOS rules.

As you may have gleaned from our rating,

it's hard enough to keep a transplanted heart ticking.

You add chems to that, and it's sayonara, baby.

[Wilkes] And Trip isn't exactly a saint.

He OD'd on cocaine nine months ago.

Let's table Trip and move on. Who's the other match?

[heartbeat thumping]

[pig snuffling & chomping]

[thumping continues]

[soft hooting]

Sorry, Andy.

[gentle, melancholy music]

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[door clicking]

Uh, Macallan, neat.

And a Ketel One martini for the lady, extra dry.

Good memory.

I always remember a person's drink.

It's like a window into the soul.

I actually really should be getting home.

One drink. We're celebrating.

[Taylor] What's the occasion?

Yesterday, there were nine programs in the U.S.

with a rating north of 85.

Today, my friend, there are ten.

You complete me, Dr. Taylor.

You don't seem pleased.

I guess I... I just, I'm not sure how I'm supposed

to feel about that. What does it signify?

That you run a clean program? Don't overthink it.

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I've been waking up a lot

in the middle of the night lately.

It's not fun.

Normally, I just go for a run, but... last night,

I just laid in bed, staring at the ceiling for hours,

doing math, of all things.

Factoring in our survival numbers,

billings, pro rating by time period...

Sounds painful.

It was more painful when I realized what I was doing.

[Dunbar] Which was?

Trying to figure out what a day of life is worth.

It's always been about maximizing assets, Jordan.

Unfortunately, the assets happen to be human organs.

You don't sound much like a priest.

Ha. And you don't sound much like a doctor.

[clink]

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Let's just hope that Boxer has cracked it.

Then we can get back to our real jobs, eh?

- Yeah. - Have you spoken to him?

I'm curious as to why he hasn't listed himself.

No... wait, why would he list himself?

♪

Charlie?

Rumor has it...

He's got a bad heart.

♪

[car door slams]

[TV salesman] Marambaia topaz,

the finest topaz in the world...

[door slams]

Huh.

[sighing]

[Nadia] There's some Zabar's in the fridge.

[Taylor] Thanks for helping out, Mom.

I missed the Save Venice benefit.

Why is it that Rosa gets sick every time I have a party?

I don't know. Maybe it's a conspiracy.

Or maybe it's because you have a party every night?

[child] Mommy? Will I get more handsome if I kiss a princess?

[Nadia] We watched "Beauty and the Beast".

He was quite taken with it.

Do you know a princess?

Come here, my little monster.

[Nadia chuckling]

[child] Can I sleep in your bed, Mommy?

[Taylor] Are you really gonna sleep?

Or are you gonna just kick me all night?

- [child] Sleep. - [Taylor] Okay.

[Wilkes] Our third match for the heart is Janet Pike,

who's been on the waiting list

since we classified her 1-A three weeks ago.

Like Walter Curtis, it wasn't unanimous...

[game show audience clapping]

[TV host] Its thighs and wings

are USDA-inspected by the US Department of what?

Agriculture!

- [host] Camille? - Agriculture!

[host] Is correct!

[cheering]

[Gilroy] Positives: Janet's 59. Solid insurance.

She inherited a lot of money from her husband,

who died on 9/11. Cantor Fitzgerald.

"I'll flip my lid if you know what round brimless hat..."

[nurse] Time for your meds, Janet.

Take a hike, I'm watchin' my show!

- Pillbox! - [Camille] Pillbox!

- [host] Is correct! - Negatives: I'm single.

I don't have children or any other family.

I haven't worked since my husband passed away.

On paper, she doesn't have an established support system.

[Boxer] I'm fine with Janet getting this heart,

assuming that it's between her and Walter Curtis.

I'm on board with that.

Why, 'cause she passed her wallet autopsy?

- Have you read my reports? - Yes, I have.

And I've examined her myself.

It's not financial. Janet's healthier than Walter.

She has a better shot of sustaining post-op,

even without the support system.

Well, she's demanding and impatient with the nurses.

In other words, she's a bitch.

Wow, that's insightful.

The sort of analytical thinking that's about

to submarine this program.

[Lau] Here's a fact for you:

Janet's ambivalent about a transplant.

The idea of having someone else's heart

in her body is disturbing to her.

Yet she still listed.

You want Walter to have the heart.

I told you, I'm abstaining.

[Boxer] You have to vote on this.

We are not classifying. What is the conflict?

Nine years ago, Walter tried to commit suicide.

He ingested a bottle of Percocet.

Jesus. And you cleared him after that?

He was diagnosed Bipolar.

He started on Lithium, and he's been stable ever since.

I didn't think he was a suicide risk any longer.

So, what's the problem? Why can't you vote?

I lost my daughter five months ago. She overdosed.

I'm so sorry.

Point is, I can't evaluate Walter fairly.

I think the suicide is a disqualifier.

Besides, there's so many other issues with this patient.

[Dunbar] Can I ask you something, Dr. Boxer?

Aren't these decisions supposed to be made

on pragmatic, medical grounds?

- [Boxer] They are. - So... who are you to judge?

You can't possibly understand what Walter was going through.

I'd say an attempted suicide is pretty relevant

to a character evaluation, wouldn't you?

Who knows? Evaluating someone's true character...

or soul, if you will... seems like a risky proposition to me.

It's like waving a welcome mat to a Jehovah's Witness.

[Gilroy] Father, this is standard.

Yeah, but it doesn't change the fact

that you're making decisions based on personal perception.

He's not on the stand.

He might be. You all might be.

If you make choices based on anything

that can't be quantified, you're playing God.

I'll be first to step aside

when God walks in here and votes.

In ten years, I haven't seen Him yet.

I'm sorry to hear that.

And I'm sure the board would be sorry to hear

you're supporting anyone other than Trip Granger.

I'm not supporting anyone, Dr. Boxer.

[intercom beeping]

[Pope] It's Pope.

Trip Granger's drug test results are ready.

Thank you. Bring them up, and we'll make a decision.

Let's reconvene in ten.

[cage rattling]

[Boxer coughing]

[retching & coughing]

[sighing]

[knocking]

[man] Boxer, we're ready for you.

Uh, give me ten.

[water trickling]

[Boxer sighing]

[exhaling]

[tense music]

♪

[Pope] Release the perinephric fat.

♪

Okay, kidney out.

♪

[Boxer] Scalpel.

♪

♪

Shit.

[assistant] Boxer, you okay?

[Boxer] I'm fine.

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I'm fine.

♪

[soft squishing]

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[knocking]

Good job out there, Pope.

You almost fucked it up.

That's the last time you operate.

I'll be the judge of that.

You need to disclose your illness

and name a successor.

I don't need to do shit.

Boxer. Those people out there? They've bled for this.

Not to mention the investors, who have a right to know

- where their money's going! - There are no investors.

Granger pulled out?

Not officially.

Found out about my condition.

He's keeping it quiet for now, but... if it gets out,

it'll spook the rest of them.

[quietly] Fantastic.

[normally] What's your plan?

Prove the tech with the animal trial.

Maybe Granger has a change of heart.

If not, I talk to the others, convince 'em to come in

with you running the show...

It'll be months before we know if the monkey

- can keep down the kidney. - So we tread water.

You may not make it that long.

I don't mean to be insensitive.

I can't imagine what you must be going through.

We all die.

What concerns me are the... things I can still control.

The loose ends.

[door thuds]

[melancholy music]

♪

You wanna know why the priest isn't practicing law anymore?

No, but something tells me you're about to enlighten me.

He was disbarred in 2006.

For manipulating evidence.

Instead of going to prison, where he belongs,

he managed to finagle some deal with the DA

by telling everyone he found God.

- Maybe he did. - What?

- Find God. - Give me a break!

Scott Lacey says he trusts him.

Yeah, I believe that.

I believe the board fully trusts him

to make a crooked deal with Granger.

"The art of rebirth." Priest must be a fucking genius.

What do you want me to do about it?

- Kick him out of the meeting! - Oh, fuck off!

I do that, and the board will demand my resignation.

I'm already on thin ice with the rating.

Why are you so bent out of shape?

Because it's bullshit.

Suddenly there's money in the equation,

we got this guy looking over our shoulder. I've spent

ten years of my life on this committee. This is bullshit.

So it's about respect? Talk about bullshit.

You're just hung up on your friendship with Granger.

- We're not friends, Val. - Call it what you will.

You don't want to vote on his kid,

but you know you might have to.

And you don't think the priest can keep it confidential

[whispering] if you have to let the kid die. Is that it?

[indistinct PA announcement]

Okay, Holly, this might sting a little, okay?

Hey, how was the first day on the committee?

Still going. Coffee break.

That's Trip Granger's girlfriend, right?

- How's she doing? - Oh, she's gonna be fine.

It's the fetus we're concerned about.

- Ten weeks. - Excuse me.

Oh, uh, sorry, intensive care has restricted visiting hours...

If you have an issue, contact Mr. Lacey.

Chair of the hospital board.

[Granger] Hello, Holly.

[door thuds]

[sighing]

And Trip's the father?

What happened to her?

I don't know. She won't tell me.

[tense music]

- Trip Granger's blood report. - Thank you.

[papers rustling]

♪

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He tested positive for cocaine.

[sighing]

Idiot.

Are these drug tests ever wrong?

Well, they're 90% accurate. We only do a second one

if the patient disputes the results.

Since Trip's unconscious, that's obviously not happening.

Next time, try a fundraiser.

This has been a blast, but we'd like to get back to work now.

I think I'll stick around.

All right, let's get this over with.

Walter Curtis or Janet Pike?

[Wilkes] Let me say one last thing before we vote.

One last thing, Boxer!

Look, as far as we know, Janet Pike may not

even want this transplant.

We know Walter wants this.

For his family, for himself.

Walter wants to live.

And for me, people, that tells me everything I need to know.

Okay. What happens when Walter has another episode,

and he finds something stronger than Percocet

in his medicine cabinet?

[Taylor] That's not fair.

Dr. Lau passed him on the psych eval.

[Wilkes] So he had a moment of despair.

That's scary, I get it.

But that was before he was diagnosed Bipolar.

I've been through dark times. Everybody has!

He had an upper-respiratory infection.

- Walter? - No. Sorry. Trip.

I was double-checking his file.

Granger's pilot claimed Trip was sick.

He wasn't sure if he was taking an antibiotic.

Ampicillin can test as a false positive for cocaine.

You think his drug test was wrong?

It's possible.

Not to overcomplicate things, but Trip's girlfriend,

Holly Matson? She's pregnant.

Please tell me you're kidding.

[Gilroy] How do you know that?

I ran into Nurse Cruz, who's treating her, on my break.

- If it is a false positive... - But that's a big "if".

I realize that. But if it is, a strong argument could be

made for Trip. He's gonna have a family to support.

Are you sure about that, Dr. Taylor?

What if he won't support them?

[melancholy music]

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♪

[keypad beeping]

[bleeping]

Boxer, it's me...

I've left you, like, five messages.

[mechanical whirring]

[buzzer blaring]

[classical music playing]

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♪

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Don't get too excited. I'm not dead yet.

I'll try to contain my disappointment.

I'm not a candidate.

You've come here to convince me to list.

You're wasting your time.

Let the committee decide that.

♪

You look better than I thought you would've.

Charming. As always.

[Boxer] It's a compliment, trust me.

In my experience, serving on that committee

isn't exactly the fountain of youth.

Coffee?

[Boxer sighing]

Severe Pulmonary Hypertension brought on by CHD.

By UNOS standards, I'm not eligible.

Regardless, I wouldn't survive 12 months with a transplant.

You've known about this your entire...

Why didn't you just tell me?

What difference would it have made?

You would've just felt sorry for me.

I also might've liked you more.

Why's that?

You said you became a doctor because you were good at it.

I always thought that was a really shitty reason.

I suppose it's because I always thought of it as a curse.

Maybe because it's the only thing my father ever gave me.

[lighter clicking]

[low, emotional music]

♪

Why did you come here?

♪

I think you should meet Hunter.

I know you don't give a shit.

But do it for his sake, so at least he can say

that he met his father.

♪

♪

[clicks tongue]

Forget I asked.

[receding footfalls]

[tense music]

♪

♪

I need to be prepping one of them in 30 minutes.

What are we doing, Val?

♪

Trip deserves an opportunity while there's still time.

We won't be able to run another test in a half hour.

Sure, but I can call Trip's GP,

ask if he prescribed any medication.

In the meantime, Nurse Wilkes will go

through his belongings and look for medication.

We reconvene in 15 for the vote.

Uh, stupid question, Val, but why doesn't someone

just speak to Holly Matson? I'm sure she knows

what Trip's been putting in his body.

- Just... a suggestion. - I'll take care of it.

Maybe Dr. Taylor can help.

Seems to me you have a lot on your plate.

I'd be happy to talk to Holly Madsen.

Who knows, we may also get

some color for the character evaluation.

♪

[knocking]

Holly? I'm Dr. Taylor.

I'm a cardiovascular surgeon.

And I'm also on the Heart Transplant Committee.

I'm afraid Trip isn't doing so well.

I know you've been through a lot, but there's a heart

on its way to St. Augustine right now,

and we may be able to give that to Trip,

but I'm gonna have to ask you some questions. Okay?

I need to know if Trip was using drugs.

Holly... what happened to you?

I can't talk to you.

[Taylor] Why can't you talk to me?

Is it because of Trip's father?

- Please leave. - Why wouldn't Mr. Granger

- want you to talk to me? - I asked you to leave!

[Taylor] Holly, can I tell you something?

I think I might be pregnant, too.

And I am also scared.

I mean, I always imagined myself as a mother.

But here I am, approaching 40...

I don't know if... the thing is...

I'm in this on my own.

There is no father.

I feel like a coward.

And so alone.

I want a lawyer.

I can get you a lawyer.

And I promise that nothing you say in here

will get back to them.

Did Trip hurt you?

He found out I was pregnant, okay?

That's what happened to me.

♪

♪

Trip woke up in the middle of the night with chest pains.

He doesn't trust the Montauk hospital,

so I called the pilot to tell him to get the plane ready.

We were on our way to the airport and...

I started to feel sick, like I was gonna throw up.

So I asked Trip to pull over.

♪

With his condition, he's, like, super paranoid

about germs, so he starts freaking out.

Shouting, accusing me of trying to kill him.

♪

I had to tell him it was morning sickness.

Talk about bad timing.

He then threw me out of the car

in the middle of fucking nowhere.

♪

I didn't realize my jacket was caught in the door until he...

I guess he didn't hear me.

[exhaling]

Thank God the pilot came back for me.

He won't get the transplant now, will he?

We take a lot of things into consideration.

♪

Well, Trip wasn't using. He's been sober for a while now.

What about antibiotics? Was he taking antibiotics?

I don't know. I mean, he's always taking something.

His medicine cabinet's like a pharmacy.

I'm gonna come back later, okay?

I will help you, Holly.

Wait, Dr. Taylor?

He loves me. He just has a fucked up way of showing it.

♪

[doorbell chiming]

- Hi. - Hi.

Come on in.

[door thuds]

Sweetie, I want you to meet my friend, Andre.

Is that for Hunter?

[bag crinkling]

You do know he's six?

He'll grow into it.

[Hunter] Is that a present for me? Thank you!

You're welcome.

[faint park din]

[marker scratching softly]

What is that?

It's me and my mommy, and I have super powers.

We're in our secret hideout.

[Boxer] Why are you both wearing dresses?

[Hunter] Mommy's wearing a dress. That's my cape!

- What are your powers? - [Hunter] Those are a secret.

Only my best friend Cal knows, 'cause they're really powerful.

- Like X-ray vision? - No, they're real powers.

People don't have real powers.

[Taylor] Boxer...

Careful, it's hot. Blow on it, blow on it. Like this.

[blowing]

[cell phone buzzing]

Mmm. Tastes real good.

[buzzing continues]

[Boxer] Yeah?

Fuck are you talking about?

When? When did it happen?

♪

[steady tone trilling]

Start the autopsy.

We have to determine if this was cellular

or if we have to revise the immunosuppressive RG.

[woman] What's the company line?

Nothing! We say nothing.

I want to be operating on another monkey within a week.

This is just a bump in the road, nothing more!

[sighing]

Just so you know, I'm on board

with keeping this quiet for the time being.

Even though it's a very gray area we're stepping into,

my friend.

All I ask is that you consider Granger's offer.

I want you to look at this.

The answer is no.

The heart's legit. What the hell's your problem?

[Boxer] My problem? What's my problem?

You're asking me to put a heart that was purchased

on the black market into my body.

That is my fucking problem.

[Boxer sighs]

Everybody knows you're dying.

It's getting weird in there. Tell the team, or I will.

[panting]

[tense music]

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[drawer slamming]

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What're you doing down here? We're back in soon.

- Don't do it, Val. - [Gilroy] What?

Jumpstart a cokehead to save your program.

You don't know if he's been using.

Are you forgetting I was Trip's physician

before we went digital? Or did you think I'd forget

he's allergic to ampicillin?

♪

What are you insinuating?

If you're desperate enough to doctor his records,

you're probably dumb enough to plant antibiotics.

[distant door slams]

Can we talk about this in private, please?

You have two options: keep your mouth shut,

vote for Trip, and everybody wins.

Or you can tear me down, and the house crumbles

- for you too, pal. - What house is that?

X-Origins. Your financing.

The deal you orchestrated on the sly with Granger.

That ring a bell?

It was very smart, waiting to finalize

until after your employment here ends.

But from my understanding, Granger can still pull out.

You're threatening me. Is that it?

No. Granger is threatening you.

[Boxer] And the board, where are they on this?

They just want the 25 million.

They don't need to know the minutiae.

You have got a sweet deal here.

Why would you, even for a second,

consider jeopardizing it?

[Boxer] I don't know.

Maybe the ten years I spent building this program

with you still means something to me.

Jesus Christ. Sometimes I wonder

if you're on the spectrum. Are you not hearing me?

Why would I risk my career right now?

Why would I risk this place, this hospital?

It's everything to me!

I have two failed marriages

and three kids that won't take my calls to prove it.

- It's blood money. - [Gilroy] It sure is.

But we take it, and we put it to work. Nothing is pure!

Who do you think built the libraries in this country?

Andrew Carnegie.

He drove his steelworkers 80 hours a week!

Do you think they had time to read?

Henry Ford beat back union workers with a baseball bat,

and now the Ford Foundation uses his fortune

for global human rights! Nothing is pure!

But I believe in you. I believe in your research.

And I guarantee you that in 20 years,

there's gonna be a hospital with your name on it.

I'd be happy with a wing.

[receding footfalls]

[door clicking]

- Val? - [Gilroy] Yeah?

I forget sometimes that you were once a doctor.

I'm gonna try to remember you that way.

[door thuds]

[slow, tense music]

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♪

♪

[Dunbar] What is God's will?

How do we interpret it?

How are we to understand it, and act upon it?

[pills clacking]

Scripture tells us that as the sky soars

beyond our reach, so are God's ways beyond our own.

But still, we presume to understand

what God means, what He intends.

We make presumptions that distort His true will!

[pill crunching]

It happens every day, in a million different ways,

and we are all guilty of it.

These assumptions can blind us to possibilities.

[keyboard clacking]

Or worse, send us spinning into delusion.

Allow me to blow your minds: God may not tell you

what college to go to.

He may not tell you what job to take.

He may not even tell you what smartphones to buy!

[laughing]

God will not smack you on the head with answers.

What He will do is He will grant you the virtue

to look deep inside yourself. For the light.

Because, my friends, let me tell you,

I'm a witness: the light exists!

The light exists! The light exists!

[congregation applauding]

[helicopter whirring]

[low, tense music]

[indistinct PA announcement]

[exhaling]

[doors creaking]

♪

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How badly does the board want Granger to get the heart?

I believe we've been over this.

Let me rephrase.

♪

Are they willing to risk it all for 25 mil?

♪

Check his allergies.

♪

[exhaling]

♪

Seems to me we have a problem.

Only if you're willing to do something about it.

[Dunbar] Why is that?

Let's just say I'm not in a position

to aggravate Mr. Granger.

[elevator dings]

What do you suppose I do?

[Boxer] Alert the board.

Have security escort Dr. Gilroy from the room.

The committee can vote without her.

[receding footfalls]

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[Granger] Thank you for coming.

I don't think we've formally met.

[Taylor] Not formally, no.

♪

How can I help you, Mr. Granger?

We have a mutual friend: Andre Boxer.

I found him a heart in Istanbul.

The donor had a stroke; he'll be dead within a month.

The family was planning to donate through

the Turkish Registry, but they're quite destitute,

so I... convinced them otherwise.

I made a very generous donation to the Prime Minister,

so there won't be any issues.

Why? Why would you do this for him?

I'm his largest shareholder.

♪

And what makes you think that I won't go to the FBI?

♪

[keys clacking]

[phone buzzing]

[dizzying music]

♪

[lighter clicking]

♪

[cellphone buzzing]

[dial tone droning]

[dial tone droning]

Boxer's not answering.

[Lau] I can't remember him ever being late.

[Taylor] Should we page him?

[door clicking]

Well, speak of the devil!

- Where were you? - Elevator got stuck.

You didn't happen to see Father Dunbar, did you?

Nope.

[Wilkes] That's strange. His briefcase is here.

Ten minutes and counting until skin time.

I'll give the board the play-by-play.

Marianne, please start us off.

I found these in Trip's jacket pocket. Ampicillin.

[blister pack crinkling]

I paged Trip's GP.

Apparently, he's on vacation, still no word.

I also spoke to the insurance company.

No record, but if you're Trip Granger,

do you give a shit how much you're paying for meds?

Still doesn't prove he's clean.

Guilty until proven innocent?

That's not how it works.

What'd you get from Holly Matson?

She claims he wasn't taking drugs.

But she doesn't know anything about antibiotics.

I think... we have enough to take a vote.

Trip doesn't want to be a father.

Wait, he wants Holly to have an abortion?

It seems that would be the case.

[Lau] Yes or no? Elaborate, please.

[Taylor] Yes, as of last night

when he found out she was pregnant.

[Lau] What happened to her? What did she tell you?

Nothing else that would affect our decision.

What does that mean?

It means that we make our decisions based on facts,

including those that relate to character.

There are two sides to every story, and it would

be unfair to pass judgment on Trip without letting

him defend himself.

Look at you, growing up before our eyes.

Final vote.

Curtis, Pike, or Granger.

[inaudible conversation]

Trip Granger may never be

Father of the Year, but donation aside,

I think he's the best of three flawed candidates.

I say we give Trip the heart.

Marianne, your vote?

[sighing]

Trip.

[Lau scoffs]

What, Allen?

[Lau] Board will be thrilled.

Guess Walter Curtis doesn't deserve

that Nobel Prize after all.

[Wilkes] Well, what do you care? You're not even voting!

Because I can't be fair!

Well, then, sit back and say nothing,

which is what you psychiatrists are so good at doing!

Just don't fool yourself into thinking

that you'll sleep any better than the rest of us.

Look, we all know it's a toss-up

between Walter and Trip.

So, let's not try to act like the donation

is some dirty little secret.

There are thousands of Walter Curtis' out there,

and I would love for them to all have proper care!

'Least the board would be able to finish the renovation, and I

wouldn't have to keep looking at this eyesore of a hospital.

[pen tapping]

[low, tense music]

♪

[elevator dings]

♪

♪

Dr. Taylor, where do you stand?

[scoffs]

It's not a toss-up.

- [Gilroy] Excuse me? - I said... it's not a toss-up!

If we take into consideration Trip's past,

Walter has been stable longer.

And we know that he has a good support system.

I vote for Walter.

[Wilkes] Okay, that's two votes for Trip,

one vote for Walter.

- Dr. Lau abstains. Boxer? - I... I'd like to vote.

Are you sure, Allen? I know it's been an emotional day...

It has, but it's no excuse for acting unprofessionally.

I've let my personal issues get in the way

of something more important, and for that, I apologize.

Walter Curtis deserves this heart.

That's my vote.

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Boxer, you're the decider.

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♪

Boxer, your vote?

You, Val.

I vote for you.

I vote for the board.

I vote for the 25 mil.

[scoffing]

Trip gets the heart.

[binder slamming]

May I get to work now?

I still have to do the fucking transplant.

[door slams]

[choked] Meeting adjourned.

[doors thudding]

[attorney] That's great news, Val!

I'm so glad we didn't have to move him to Mount Sinai.

I assume Dr. Boxer is doing the surgery?

Excellent.

[pen scratching]

[Granger] You know, Father... I'm... I'm not a religious man.

But when I heard about that heart,

I couldn't help but think that God was looking after us.

We can agree to disagree.

[receding footfalls]

[switch clicks]

[soft footfalls]

Jesus Christ.

[chuckles]

Mei fun?

How long have you been here?

Two or three days.

[panting slightly]

I... I'm close.

I'm very close. I've narrowed it down to the sequencing.

An error in the anti-inflammatory sequencing.

Granger's plane is waiting at Teterboro.

Pope's meeting us there.

It's too risky to rely on the surgeons in Istanbul,

so they've agreed to let me do your transplant.

[Boxer] Six months.

That's how long Trip lasted before he OD'd

and took that 18-year-old's heart with him...

Walter Curtis, Janet Pike...

they could've had years.

This organ, in Istanbul...

somebody else could have years with it, too.

[Taylor] Let me ask you something:

if you knew that this heart could give you six months,

- could you finish your work? - I don't know.

Yes, you do.

No guarantee I'd get six months.

Hell, I could die on the table, with you operating.

[wheezy chuckling]

[coughing]

[exhaling]

If you don't take this organ, we don't know where it's going.

There's no guarantee it'll be put to good use.

[soft, emotional music]

♪

You know I'll never be a father to Hunter.

Even a new heart won't change that.

[choked] I know.

Take it, Boxer.

Put the committee out of business.

I'd like to get back to being a doctor.

♪

♪

[bag squelching]

[plastic rustling]

[surgical tools clicking softly]

♪

[Boxer, softly] Scalpel.

♪

Get a little more suction there, Doctor.

Thank you very much.

♪

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Heart is out.

♪

♪

[Gilroy] We missed you at the meeting.

[Dunbar exhales]

I see you got what you wanted.

[Gilroy] Everybody wins.

Except Walter Curtis and Janet Pike.

Yeah, well...

♪

And you, Val.

♪

[Boxer] May I have the heart, please?

[plastic rustling]

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♪

I doubt the board gives a shit how we got here.

Yeah. You're right.

That's why the kid's getting the heart.

So what's the problem?

They had to cut another deal to keep this quiet.

With who?

With me.

♪

Looks like it's your committee now, huh, Charlie?

♪

Time to clean house, Val.

♪

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[heartbeat thumping]

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[brakes squealing]

[Pope] Got it?

[Boxer] Yeah. I'm good.

[Taylor] Put your leg up.

[Boxer breathing heavily]

I gotcha.

[planes roaring overhead]

[cabin humming softly]

[Boxer grunts slightly]

[distant siren wailing]

[tapping cigarette pack]

[faint traffic din]

[lighter clicking]

[door thudding]

[footsteps crunching]

[exhales deeply]

I'm pregnant.

[soft, pensive music]

Been one hell of a day, hasn't it?

♪

I just... thought you should know.

[Boxer] You keeping it?

I haven't decided.

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Something tells me you have.

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I'll support the child financially.

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Keep your money, Boxer.

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[door creaks & slams]

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[pilot, over PA] Good morning, folks.

We have just entered Turkish airspace.

We are starting our descent and should be landing

in about 40 minutes.

I've been informed that Mr. Granger has arranged

ground transport and a translator,

so you should be all set.

Just buckle your seat belts, relax, and we'll have you

on the ground shortly.

[clearing throat]

[softly] Boxer?

[louder] Boxer?

[cabin humming faintly]

["Lullaby" by Sia]

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♪ Send a wish upon a star ♪

♪ Do the work and you'll go far ♪

♪ Send a wish upon a star ♪

♪ Make a map and there you are ♪

♪ Send a hope upon a wave ♪

[sighing]

♪ A dying wish before the grave ♪

[boy] The nearest galaxy, Canis Dwarf...

know how long it'd take to get there?

[girl] I literally have no idea.

[boy] 900 million years with our current tech.

25 thousand if you could travel at the speed of light.

[heart monitor beeping]

♪

[girl] So, you're saying it's possible?

♪ Don't break the spell ♪

[boy] Someday.

♪ Of a life spent trying to do well ♪

♪ And you stood tall ♪

[Pope] Pig heart, coming out.

♪ Now you will fall ♪

♪ Don't break the spell ♪

♪ Of a life spent trying to do well ♪

♪ Send a question in the wind ♪

♪ It's hard to know where to begin ♪

[Taylor] Clamps are coming off.

♪ So send the question in the wind ♪

♪ And give an answer to a friend ♪

♪ Place your past into a book ♪

♪ Put in everything you ever took ♪

Come on, come on.

♪ Place your past into a book ♪

[heartbeat thumping]

♪ Burn the pages, let 'em cook ♪

♪ And you stood tall, now you will fall ♪

♪ Don't break the spell ♪

♪ Of a life spent trying to do well ♪

♪ And you stood tall now you will fall ♪

♪ Don't break the spell of a life spent trying to do well ♪

♪ And you stood tall now you will fall ♪

♪ Don't break the spell ♪

♪ Of a life spent trying to do well ♪

♪ And you stood tall now you will fall ♪

♪ Don't break the spell ♪

♪ Of a life spent trying to do well ♪

♪ Send a wish upon a star ♪

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