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The nearest galaxy,
the Canis Dwarf...

know how long
it'd take to get there?

I literally
have no idea.

900 million years
with our current tech.

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

So, you're saying
it's possible?

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.

But when you got back,
all your friends

and family would be gone.

Yeah. Probably
the whole of humanity.

What would be
the point, then?

To find out what the point is!

See you tomorrow?

See you tomorrow.

- Boxer.
- 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?

9:25 a.m.
I'm on my way.

ECHO and catch reports
are uploading.

Thank you.

What time is it?

Ten 'til.

Oh, shit.

Shit.

No yolk. Trust me.

Thank you.

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.

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.

Big storm brewing for this

upcoming weekend
here in Manhattan but it seems

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

...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.

Hey, clear the entrance.

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.

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.

So what's
the verdict, Taylor?

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

The verdict is,
there's no verdict.

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

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.
- No. At home.

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

When he calls, please,

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

I heard you
the first time...

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.

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.

She's fantastic.

I see you started
your residency in...

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

She's a cosmetic.

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

you would know her.

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.

Trip's stable
for the time being.

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.

Jesus Christ.

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

But folks around
the lab have given him

a nickname: Columbus

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?

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.

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.

Hey, it's Riggs.

I'm leaving Buffalo
with the heart.

Should be touching down
on schedule.

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?

No,
you're not dreaming.

Thank you.
Thank you, Dr. Boxer.

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?

Good morning, Dr. Boxer.

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

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

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.

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.

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?

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.
- 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...

Or poor
decision-making.

Based on criteria more
sentimental than scientific.

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.

Yes. I vote yes.

Walter Curtis
is upped to Status 1-A.

It's Dr. Pope.

There's been
a complication in the OR.

Serena Vazquez is dead.

What?

The fuck are you talking about?

She coded on the table.

Resuscitation failed...
prep was going fine,

and her heart, it just stopped.

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.
- Where are you going?

To tell Mr. Vazquez
his wife is dead.

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

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

Never happened before.

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

That heart'll expire.

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.

I shouldn't have
let things escalate.

I hurt you.

I'm sorry.

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.

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.

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.

I vote yes.
Move her up.

Dr. Taylor?

Dr. Taylor?
You're the decider.

No.

Gail Berry, upgrade denied.

Priority
should be geographic!

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

Bullshit. Albany
is a kidney. In what universe

do you cut out
a kidney before a heart?

Heart's staying
in the hospital. No transport.

It seems logical to me.

Everybody, please,
just calm down.

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.

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!

Jesus.

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.

Your heart is failing.

You won't live to see
your project

to the end
without a transplant.

My files are confidential.

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.

That's all I can offer.

I can't.

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...

Excuse me, we're in a meeting.

My apologies
for being late, Val.

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

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.

Boxer is correct.

Trip Granger?
I checked him in this morning.

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.

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.

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.

What does it mean,
he would "recommend"

a grant
from the Granger Institute?

He is the Granger Institute.

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.

I hope we can.

Unconsciously, this could
prejudice us against Trip.

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.

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.

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?

Sorry, Andy.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Marambaia topaz,

the finest topaz
in the world...

Huh.

There's some Zabar's
in the fridge.

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?

Mommy? Will I get more
handsome if I kiss a princess?

We watched
"Beauty and the Beast".

He was quite taken with it.

Do you know a princess?

Come here, my little monster.

Can I sleep
in your bed, Mommy?

Are you really gonna sleep?

Or are you gonna just
kick me all night?

- Sleep.
- Okay.

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...

Its thighs and wings

are USDA-inspected
by the US Department of what?

Agriculture!

- Camille?
- Agriculture!

Is correct!

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..."

Time for
your meds, Janet.

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

- Pillbox!
- Pillbox!

- 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.

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.

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.

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.

Can I ask you
something, Dr. Boxer?

Aren't these decisions
supposed to be made

on pragmatic, medical grounds?

- 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.

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.

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.

Boxer, we're ready for you.

Uh, give me ten.

Release
the perinephric fat.

Okay, kidney out.

Scalpel.

Shit.

Boxer, you okay?

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

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.

Fantastic.

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.

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

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

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.

Hello, Holly.

And Trip's the father?

What happened to her?

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

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

He tested positive for cocaine.

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?

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?

That's not fair.

Dr. Lau passed him
on the psych eval.

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.

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?

Boxer, it's me...

I've left you, like,
five messages.

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.

It's a compliment,
trust me.

In my experience,
serving on that committee

isn't exactly
the fountain of youth.

Coffee?

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.

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.

Forget I asked.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Come on in.

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

Is that for Hunter?

You do know he's six?

He'll grow into it.

Is that a present
for me? Thank you!

You're welcome.

What is that?

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

We're in our secret hideout.

Why are you
both wearing dresses?

Mommy's wearing
a dress. That's my cape!

- What are your powers?
- 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.

Boxer...

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

Mmm. Tastes real good.

Yeah?

Fuck are you
talking about?

When? When did it happen?

Start the autopsy.

We have to determine
if this was cellular

or if we have to revise
the immunosuppressive RG.

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!

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?

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.

Everybody knows you're dying.

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

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

- Don't do it, Val.
- 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.

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.

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?

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.
- 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.

- Val?
- Yeah?

I forget sometimes
that you were once a doctor.

I'm gonna try
to remember you that way.

What is God's will?

How do we interpret it?

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

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!

It happens every day,
in a million different ways,

and we are all guilty of it.

These assumptions can blind us
to possibilities.

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!

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!

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.

Seems to me we have a problem.

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

Why is that?

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

to aggravate Mr. Granger.

What do you suppose I do?

Alert the board.

Have security escort
Dr. Gilroy from the room.

The committee
can vote without her.

Thank you for coming.

I don't think
we've formally met.

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?

Boxer's not answering.

I can't remember him
ever being late.

Should we page him?

Well, speak of the devil!

- Where were you?
- Elevator got stuck.

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

Nope.

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.

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.

Yes or no?
Elaborate, please.

Yes, as of last night

when he found out
she was pregnant.

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.

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?

Trip.

What, Allen?

Board will be thrilled.

Guess Walter Curtis
doesn't deserve

that Nobel Prize after all.

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.

Dr. Taylor, where do you stand?

It's not a toss-up.

- 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.

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.

Boxer, you're the decider.

Boxer, your vote?

You, Val.

I vote for you.

I vote for the board.

I vote for the 25 mil.

Trip gets the heart.

May I get to work now?

I still have to do
the fucking transplant.

Meeting adjourned.

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.

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.

Jesus Christ.

Mei fun?

How long have you been here?

Two or three days.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

Even a new heart
won't change that.

I know.

Take it, Boxer.

Put the committee
out of business.

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

Scalpel.

Get a little more
suction there, Doctor.

Thank you very much.

Heart is out.

We missed you
at the meeting.

I see you got what you wanted.

Everybody wins.

Except Walter Curtis
and Janet Pike.

Yeah, well...

And you, Val.

May I have
the heart, please?

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.

Got it?

Yeah. I'm good.

Put your leg up.

I gotcha.

I'm pregnant.

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

I just...
thought you should know.

You keeping it?

I haven't decided.

Something tells me you have.

I'll support
the child financially.

Keep your money, Boxer.

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.

Boxer?

Boxer?

The nearest galaxy,
Canis Dwarf...

know how long
it'd take to get there?

I literally
have no idea.

900 million years
with our current tech.

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

So, you're saying
it's possible?

Someday.

Pig heart, coming out.

Clamps are coming off.

Come on, come on.