All language subtitles for ernie

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.