All language subtitles for Dr.Death.S01E04.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[dramatic orchestral music]

* *

- Look, I had my pick
of hospitals,

and not just in Texas--
around the country.

Around the world,
if we're being honest.

I'm talking about
top spinal centers.

But the reason I chose UGH

is because I believe in

building something
from the ground up

and really entrenching
the culture

into the DNA of the hospital,
make sure that every doctor

that walks through
those doors after me

knows how to do things
the proper way,

'cause I'm gonna change how we
do surgery here in Texas,

bring it into the 21st century.

- Rolling out the red carpet
for this guy,

offering him heaven and Earth.

Doesn't make any sense.

So what's the plan to deal with
this human hot air balloon?

- It's incubating.

- Well, we're off
to a rollicking start.

I ever tell you the broken
arm story I heard in Landstuhl?

- No, and I don't want
to hear it now.

- It was right after
Operation Phantom Fury.

The Marines got this guy,
Abdul something-or-other.

He and his men had been leading
these guerrilla attacks

in Afghanistan,
took out a bunch of Humvees.

He's interrogated,
doesn't say a word.

They must have had him
five, six days.

They get these orders
to release him.

Everybody knows
he's the bastard

who's been attacking 'em,
but now they gotta let him go.

So you know what they did?

They broke both arms
in four different places,

wrapped him up,
sent him on his way.

Never heard from him again.

- So you're saying
that we should

break Duntsch's arms?

- Abso-fuckin'-lutely.

- Before it was his hands,
and now it's his arms?

- I'll settle for his fingers.

- Oh, my God.

- Feel free to share
your nuggets of brilliance.

- There's Sasani.
We should go and talk to him.

- Discuss our way to justice?

Sexy plan, per usual.

- I'm more than happy
to do this on my own.

- Lead the way.

- A city with a thriving
medical community.

But in looking around,
UG wanted to find a niche,

areas where
we could specialize,

provide quality health care for
those who don't have millions--

- Congratulations, bud.

You wanted a neurosurgeon,
you hired a Neanderthal.

[chuckles]

- This is Dr. Randall Kirby.
We were in med school together.

- Mm.
- Been a kidder all his life.

- Ever the kidder.
- Now may we talk in private?

- Well,
we want to stick around,

sing like canaries
so everybody can hear.

La-la-la-la-la!

- Please come with me.

Dr. Kirby, would you grab me
a cocktail, a margarita,

spicy, with one of those
little umbrellas in it?

So I take it you heard
about Duntsch.

- I've only heard good things.
- [chuckles]

I've got X-rays
of his handiwork

in the trunk of my car.

I could pass them out
as party favors here.

- Thought you were supposed
to be the nice one.

- That's funny.

- He received a clean letter
from Baylor.

There was no negative reports
from Dallas Medical,

nothing in the National
Practitioner's Data Bank.

- You've got to fire him.
- On what grounds?

- Whatever grounds
you come up with.

- UGH isn't Baylor-Plano.

We don't have investors
lined up at the door.

Hate to be crass,
but the average neurosurgeon

is worth $2.4 million
in revenue.

Our entire mission is to
provide affordable health care

to low-income patients
who've been turned away

by every other hospital
in the city.

- Duntsch is not the only game
in town.

- I just hired him.

If I fire him without incident,
I'll be facing a lawsuit.

- So morality equals, what,
dollars and cents?

- If you've got some kind of
personal vendetta against him,

that's your matter, not mine.

And you'd better be prepared
to be called

the surgeon that turns against
his colleagues.

Now, I would have expected that
kind of behavior from Kirby,

but not from someone
of your stature.

[opera music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

* *

- Oh!
- Oh, I'm so sorry.

- Oh.

- So--

so was he fired
or was he allowed to resign?

- That's confidential,
Dr. Henderson.

- Your hospital
did not report him

to the Texas Medical Board.

You did not report him
to the Data Bank.

- He had temporary privileges.

- So you weren't required to.

You called me to perform the
revision surgery on Mrs. Beyer.

- Yes, I did.

- So you saw firsthand
what he did to her,

what he did to Dorothy Burke.

And after all that,

Dallas Medical
let him walk away.

- They were untoward outcomes,

and we did what
we thought was best.

- Except for the patients.

- Every neurosurgeon makes
mistakes, Dr. Henderson.

Have you had complications
in your career?

Someday the untoward outcome
could be your own.

And you wouldn't want
a rogue doctor

breaking up your welcome party.

* *

- I'll have a shot

of whatever's closest
to your hand.

* *

I think I figured it out.

You wanted him under
an exclusive contract

with your hospital.

Someone like Duntsch, from
a program like Semmes-Murphey,

he's the perfect target.

Not only is he marketable,

but Baylor makes a profit off
of every procedure he performs.

So if the hospital
makes significantly more money

from the ones it owns
as opposed to the doctors

who only have privileges,
then it is about

the goddamn bottom line
in the end, am I right?

* *

- Got a minute?
- Oh, yes, sir. Please. Sit.

- You told me you were going
to stop him.

- What are you doing here?

- They're throwing a party
for him.

- Well, I know you're
frustrated, and so am I,

but I've got it under control.

- Under control?
How, exactly?

- There's a process.
- What process?

Mrs. Beyer could have died.
Dorothy Burke did, she died.

And how about that hole
in Elaine Johnson's esophagus?

- Hey, whatever it is you think
you're gonna accomplish today,

I guarantee you
it's not gonna work.

I've used every tool
in this system

available to me to stop him.

I contacted the Medical Board.

I filed a report.
I talked with Skadden.

- And you've accomplished
nothing, Robert.

All of the mechanisms
that are in place

to deal with these problems
have failed.

Your system has failed.

I've always respected you.

I thought you were a man
of high moral standing,

but you're just another spoke
in the wheel.

* *

[opera music echoing]

* *

- Do I know you?

- We never met.

- Hmm.

You look so familiar.

Just one of those faces,
I guess.

* *

- I know you.

- Well, I am the man
of the hour.

Mind passing me a towel?
I'm out over here.

* *

[soft tense music]

Dr. Christopher Duntsch.

- Robert Henderson.

* *

- Robert Henderson.

* *

Robert Henderson.

* *

[snaps fingers]

* *

You're the one who turned me
in to the Texas Medical Board.

- I am.

- [takes deep breath]

You came for me,
and I'm still here.

Why is that?

- Well, I can't figure out
if you're just incompetent

or you're doing all this
on purpose,

and that makes you insane.

- Did you know that people
used to say that Nikola Tesla

was possessed by demons?

Regular folk had to come up
with a negative label

'cause they just couldn't
comprehend his genius.

- I've gone over
all of your cases,

and I don't see
any signs of genius at all.

- That's because you're staring
into the sun.

My surgeries were perfect.

Every one.

Now,

circulating nurses,
X-ray techs,

administrators,
they can all be so distracting.

We've all had complications,
right?

Even you, Robert.

Woodland Arp comes to mind,
doesn't he?

* *

It's all so human, isn't it?

You look at someone like me,

someone younger, smarter,

more capable,

just filling up all the spaces,

sucking up all the oxygen.

And then there's you.

Tired, old, weak.

* *

- I'm gonna revoke
your medical license.

* *

- Well, shit. You can try.

Maybe you'll even succeed.

But if you take
my license in Texas,

there's still 49 other states.

Hell, there's an entire world
out there.

And everybody's looking
for a good surgeon

with good credentials.

* *

But if you come for me,

you better be ready
for what I'm gonna do to you.

I will take your money.

I will take your career.

I will take what little
reputation you've ever had.

* *

You want to hit me?

* *

Go ahead, Robert.

I'm right here.

* *

That's what I thought.

You don't--

[dramatic opera music]

* *

[distant pounding]

* *

[distant pounding]

[knock at door]
- Hey!

If you need a plunger,
there's one under the sink.

* *

- We're not going to Duntsch's
welcome party.

- Come on,
you gotta be shitting me.

What the hell happened in here?

- It's not gonna work.

We've exhausted
every possibility.

* *

- So what do you wanna do?

You wanna roll over
on your back,

put your little paws up
in the air?

[upbeat disco music]

* *

[heart monitor beeping]

- Afternoon.
- Good afternoon, Doctor.

- Everyone in here today get
a chance to meet Dr. Duntsch?

- Welcome, Dr. Duntsch.

- I just wanna say
how thankful I am

to have each and every
one of you on my team.

- Today, we're gonna do a TLIF
at the L4-L5 level.

It's gonna be challenging
for me to do a surgery

from over here, Dr. Duntsch.

Perhaps you'd allow me
to squeeze in right there,

since you're assisting.

Scalpel.

Scalpel.

I'm gonna need a scalpel,
Dr. Duntsch.

[heart monitor beeping]

- I thought that you were going
to be observing my surgeries.

- Why is that?

- Because that's what you
told me in my interview.

- Oh, well, apologies
for your misunderstanding.

Bovie.

- I didn't...
[clears throat]

Misunderstand anything.

- If it's all the same to you,

we should have this
conversation at a later,

more appropriate time,
Dr. Duntsch.

Retractor.

- How long until I'm doing
my own surgeries?

- Well, I guess we're having
this conversation right now.

Dr. Sompura is one
of my finest surgeons.

He assisted me for three years,

plus an additional two years
under my supervision

prior to his performing
solo procedures.

- Five years?
I graduated top of my class.

- Oh, I'm quite aware
of your qualifications.

You've reminded me
several times.

That's why you were hired.

This is where you hone
your education to skills.

I need to concentrate.

So if you're not prepared
to assist,

please step outside.

I can finish on my own.
Suction, please.

[soft tense music]

* *

- You don't need
to worry about it.

He just wants you to get
your sea legs under you.

[drill whirring]

It makes sense.

[drill whirring]

- [sighs] Come on down here
and let's eat.

You're the one who
is so desperately hungry.

- Yeah, I'm almost done.
- What do you want?

The chow mein
or the fried rice?

[drill whirring]

- Looks good. Um, Kung Pao.

- We need to get
the fish tank started.

I was thinking
something exotic.

You should be writing
this stuff down.

- I'm eating.

- We need art for the walls
as well.

Expensive art.

From that--uh, damn.

What's the name
of that fancy gallery?

- Um, the mall guy?
Kinkade?

- No. no. The mall guy.

Sotheby's.

We need at least two or three
pieces of art from Sotheby's.

And I want you to coordinate
with Jerry about the floors

'cause I don't want any of that
cheap-ass vinyl shit.

I want it wall-to-wall marble.

I want the patients to feel
like they're walking on glass.

- Is that okay for people
with bad backs?

- Because I want the patients
wowing when they come in.

You know, like they
just walked into Graceland.

- You sure you wanna do
all this right away?

It's gonna get expensive quick.

- Wendy, when a patient
is choosing between me

and Dr. O'Connor
with a boring office,

who do you think
they're gonna choose, okay?

Which one are they
going to remember?

Trust me, it's gonna
pay for itself.

And I don't need
to get my sea legs.

- What?

- I know how to operate.

- I get it.
- So fuck Bishara.

Fuck Bishara.

You ever thought
of nursing school?

- No.

- I thought that was
every stripper's dream,

to pay for nursing school.

- I don't do that anymore.

- I'm not saying it
in a bad way.

I just think
you have potential.

I think you're amazing.

You're smart,
smarter than half the nurses

I've ever worked with.

What?

Okay, then if not nursing,
then what?

What is it that you want to do?

- Honestly?

I just want to be a mom.

[soft dramatic music]

Making school lunches,

giving them those cute, little
fruit cups for their snack

or...

I don't know,
maybe even homeschool them.

* *

I know it's old-fashioned,

but my Aunt Josephine,
the one that lives in Ferris,

she did it, and all of her kids
are in college now, so...

* *

- I just...[sighs]

* *

- What?

- I guess I just thought
you had

so much more potential,
you know?

* *

You know,
I think you're amazing.

You're basically the pinnacle
of human evolution.

Two X chromosomes.
Plus, you're smart.

- You keep telling me I'm smart

like you're trying
to convince yourself that I am.

- I'm trying to be supportive.

- It feels manipulative.
- Manipulative?

- You didn't say anything
about me becoming a nurse

when we were in Memphis.

And now all of a sudden
we're here...

- I'm just trying
to help you out.

- You got this fancy
new clinic...

- You're blowing this way
out of proportion.

- And you're trying to force me
to go to nursing school.

Don't point your fork at me!

Are you embarrassed by me,
Chris?

- Of course not.
I'm just making a suggestion.

I'm just trying
to help you out.

* *

Wendy, come on. Just--

- No. It's fine.
- Okay. Hey.

* *

You know what?
You're right. I'm sorry.

Forget I said anything.
I just--

I'm wrong. I'm sorry.

* *

[whispering] I'm sorry.

[soft tense music]

* *

I'm sorry.

* *

- Where do you see yourself
in five years?

- [laughs]

What's next?
"What's my greatest weakness?"

- That was gonna be
my third question.

- [takes deep breath]

When I was looking for space
for my clinic,

I saw this vacant, eight-story
building over on Frankford.

It wasn't much,
needs a lot of work,

but I want to turn it

into a multibillion-dollar
neurosurgical center.

Everything state-of-the-art
and all in-house.

Diagnostics, surgery,
PT, nutrition, the works.

- In five years?

Meteoric rise,
wouldn't you say?

- I thought that was
a conservative estimate.

- Fortunately for MISI,
Dr. Skadden didn't lock you up.

- Dr. Skadden
is an amazing doctor

and a great friend and mentor.

And for sure,

the easy path for me would have
been to stay in Memphis.

But I wanted to challenge
myself, expand my horizons.

Plus, I was getting recruited
from New York, San Diego,

even UCLA.

- How do you like working
with Dr. Bishara?

- He has a very particular way
of doing things.

- I know he's partial
to keeping the training wheels

on all his surgeons.

- It would be nice to be doing
my own surgeries.

- Sure.

Otherwise, what's the point
of paying you all that money?

MISI is a fine institution.

And please don't take this
the wrong way,

but I think for someone
of your pedigree,

it's a step backwards.

You've studied under some of
the best surgeons in the world.

Your work at DiscGenics
seems groundbreaking.

- You've been in contact
with DiscGenics.

- We reached out.

[soft tense music]

They said you stepped away from
your day-to-day obligations,

but you're still
a board member.

* *

Lucky for us, you did.

You should join
the Baylor family.

We're better suited
for you than MISI.

- [chuckles]
Well, MISI recruited me.

I guess that call from Baylor
must have got lost in the mail.

- That was our mistake.
I admit it.

But the timing couldn't
be more perfect for you.

We're in the process
of new accreditation.

The plan is to offer
an even wider array

of surgical services.

We're expanding our network
of hospitals around Texas

and need to recruit top
surgeons to handle the influx.

So from my perspective,
you're central to our plans,

and we can be to yours.

- I'm under contract.

- If your hesitation is about
the 600,000 advance

MISI gave you,
I wouldn't worry about it.

- Well, I don't exactly have

that kind of money
just laying around.

- We have a relationship
with Frost Bank.

They can set you up
with a loan to help pay it off

and cover the expenses

associated
with opening a clinic.

- I'm still not seeing
the fine print.

- I'm gonna lift
the velvet rope for you, okay?

You're gonna
be successful here.

Whatever you need,
just make it known to me.

We have marketing consultants
to help build your brand,

expand your business.

Obviously, we can't
point patients your way,

but we help you draw them in.

If everything goes
as I imagine it will,

one day, you'll be chief
of neurological surgery.

- [sighs]

* *

I can't be married
to just one institution.

I have to be free
to pursue my own interests.

- Seems to me you're looking
for a springboard

to launch your career.

What better place to do that
than Big Baylor?

* *

One day, your name's
gonna be up there

for all the world to see.

* *

I assume you're a sports fan?

* *

[cheers and applause]

- America's Snoretime.
- Come on, Jerry.

This was very generous.

- You said she had a picture
of Cuban in her office?

- Mm-hmm.
- Think she can score

tickets to the Mavs
in the fall?

- Oh, beer's me.
Salty Jack is the lady.

- Dom for me.

To Baylor.

You're taking the job, Chrissy.

You're definitely
taking the job.

- I don't know yet, Jer.
- Come on, horsey.

This is the biggest no-brainer
since brains were invented.

Dude, you're Baylor's
number-one draft pick,

and you even have
the arm candy to prove it.

- Are you flirting
with me, Jerry?

- You're out of my league,
but it's okay.

One day, I'll find my Wendy.

- When you find the right girl,

all the strip clubs in Dallas
are gonna go out of business.

- [chuckles]
- Truth.

But seriously, dude,
do you have any idea

how much Baylor's
gonna make off of you?

Those billboards, all that shit
generates business.

They don't put any punk-ass
doctor up on there,

only the superstars.

Wendy, can I get an amen?

- I don't get it.
- Get what?

- The billboard, this box,
the everything.

It just seems fast, is all.

- Not fast enough
for my boy-genius.

He's got that Brad Pitt thing
going on.

- [chuckles]
Well, pump the brakes.

Your boy's a lot of things,
but he's not Brad Pitt.

- Ooh. Ouch, a hater.
- I'm just asking.

- Wendy, when life
gives you lemonade,

don't make fucking lemons.

The more surgeries Chris does,
the more elite he becomes,

the more money they generate.

- I don't even have the clinic
up and running yet.

And I still have to hire a PA.
Still need my Bonnie.

- Dr. Bishara sent over a list
of recommendations.

I'll start setting up
interviews in the morning.

- Jerry on the spot.
- Okay.

So I was gonna wait

until we had the articles
of incorporation,

but screw it.

- Did you make this?
- Yeah.

- I love it.

- Really?
- It's so good, Jerry.

- [chuckles]
Thanks.

- You know, that reminds me,

I haven't hired
a marketing director yet.

You know,
someone to promote the clinic.

- I'll put a list together.
- No. You know what?

I think I found the guy.
- Word.

Give me his contact info.
I'll reach out.

Mm. Okay, so his name...

is Jerry Summers.

[cheers and applause]

- You fucking with me?

Oh, my God.
Are you serious?

- You just got a promotion!
- Holy shit, dude!

Oh, my God.
I won't let you down. I swear.

I'll make cards,
I'll make flyers, everything.

I've even got this dope-ass
idea for a killer website,

got a guy who can build it.

- That's what I like to hear.
- So...

Baylor?

What's it gonna be, Chrissy?
You gonna nut up or what?

- Here's to Jerry Summers,
Executive Marketing Director,

and here's to Baylor-Plano,
bitches!

- Whoo!
- Yeah!

* *

[water trickling]

[toothbrush scraping]

[spits]

Hey.
- Hey.

- We're supposed to have lunch
with Dr. Isaacs today.

But one of my procedures
got rescheduled,

so can you call him
and tell him I'm gonna be late?

And Medtronics was gonna
deliver all their screws.

I might not be back in time;
if I'm not,

can you just sign for it
and have them leave all there?

- Mm-hmm.
- Great.

What's up? What's wrong?

[chuckles]

What is it, Wendy? What?

- [chuckles]

B-A-B-Y.

[soft tense music]

* *

- Are you serious?

How?

- A stork fucked me.

* *

- Are you sure?

- I took a test. Twice.
- Well...[sighs]

They give false positives.
That could be a bad batch.

* *

- Okay.

* *

You're not happy?
- [sighs]

Of course I am.
It's just big news.

Honestly,
I'm a little hungover today.

And I can't be late, but I am
over the moon with joy.

When I get back,
we can celebrate.

[door clicks, creaks]

* *

[door slams]

* *

[Serge Gainsbourg's
"Couleur Café"]

[laid-back jazz music]

* *

- * J'aime ta couleur café *

* Tes cheveux café *

* Ta gorge café *

* J'aime quand
pour moi tu danses *

* Alors j'entends murmurer *

* Tous tes bracelets *

* Jolis bracelets *

* A tes pieds ils
se balancent *

- * Couleur café *

* Que j'aime ta couleur café *

- * C'est quand même
fou l'effet *

* L'effet que ça fait *

* De te voir rouler *

* Ainsi des yeux et des
hanches *

* Si tu fais comme le café *

* Rien qu'à m'énerver *

* Rien qu'à m'exciter *

* Ce soir la nuit
sera blanche *

- * Couleur café *

* Que j'aime ta couleur café *

* *

[saxophone solo]

* *

* L'amour sans philosopher *

* C'est comm' le café *

* Très vite passé *

* Mais que veux tu que
j'y fasse *

* On en a marre de café *

* Et c'est terminé *

* Pour tout oublier *

* On attend que ça se tasse *

- * Couleur-- *

[door slams]

- You have a doctorate.
Mind if I call you doctor?

- Kim will do.
- [chuckles]

You last worked
for Dr. George Clondike,

but only for a couple months.
Why?

- Know him?
- No. I'm new in town.

- He's an ortho-oncologist
and an ass,

and that's the nicest thing
I can say about him.

- [chuckles]
What happened?

- Uh--

I'm not even trying
to get into all that,

but it was a shit-show.

Pardon my French.

So I quit and went straight
to Padre for some R&R.

And Dr. Bishara called
and told me

you were looking
for a physician's assistant.

- Yes, he speaks
very highly of you.

- I just do my job very well.

- You also worked
for a neurosurgeon before.

How was that experience?
- We got divorced.

- You married
your neurosurgeon?

Interesting.

- They're not that interesting.

- You just haven't met
the right one yet.

So what happened?

- What happened with what?
- You said you got divorced.

- Are you asking why I'm not
working with him

or why I got divorced?

- Why you got divorced.

- Sounds like
an unprofessional question

for a professional interview.

- You're the one
that brought it up.

- It got stale.

I needed excitement in my life.

Buy one, get one at Target.

- [chuckles softly]

So what do you know about me?

- You graduated
top of your class

from University of Tennessee

where you received
a PhD and MD.

While in the program, you also
became the majority shareholder

and Chief Science Officer
at DiscGenics.

The research you've done
on stem cells

is gonna change the face of
spinal surgery as we know it.

At least according to you.

- [chuckles]

Yeah, I don't sleep much.

My philosophy on the current
state of neurosurgery

is that it's primitive.

It is, of course,

every surgeon's goal
never to operate.

But so long as humans
have bodies,

spinal surgeries
are gonna be necessary.

I want to modernize it.

What's the point
of removing a diseased disc

if you can use a stem cell
to regenerate it?

- You're either really smart
or really crazy,

but if you pull it off,

that's one hell
of an achievement.

- So how is that
for interesting?

- I'll give you my answer
if I get the job.

- [chuckles]

You see, that's why I need a PA
who can keep up with me.

'Cause I'm like
the "USS Enterprise"

moving at warp speed eight,

and I need a Number One

who can help me
navigate the ship.

- I don't know
what any of that means,

but I'll give you
this one for free.

Your clinic is being run
by a bunch of dummies.

And who is this guy?

- Jerry Summers,

uh, Executive Director
of Marketing.

- So what do you do, like,
hand out flyers or something?

- Well, yeah.

But I'm also his website guy.
I'm building it.

Not my personal self,
but I hired a guy.

- So you're the website guy,
but not the website guy.

- I'm the guy that--

- Jerry helps out
around the office.

- Okay, so you got this...

fake website marketing guy,

and I'm sorry--but not sorry--

your front desk girl is rude

and doesn't have basic
office etiquette.

- Her name is Wendy Young,
and she's a pretty good--

- She's a temp.

She was with us in Memphis

and wanted to move to Dallas
to be closer to her husband.

But don't worry,
she's pregnant.

She's not gonna be here
very long.

- You need at least two people
working the desk.

One to do phones
and scheduling,

the other to handle
all the intake stuff.

I know a couple of girls
that'll be perfect.

And, dude,
those construction guys

are not gonna be done
before you open.

[both chuckle]
- I get it.

You're a whip.

You're the type of person
who's gonna come in here

and make this place work.

- [inhales deeply]

I'm more like a hammer.

[Duntsch laughs]

But I get what you're saying.

My references
are on the second page.

You can call any of them

and they'll tell you
the same thing.

- You know,
I'm more of a gut guy.

I used to play football
back in college, all-American.

Coach was always telling us,
the one thing in the world

that will never lie to you,
your instincts.

That's kind of how I operate.

[dramatic ambient music]

- So what's your instinct
telling you?

* *

- She's a stone-cold bitch.
- I like her.

- Doesn't bother you she was
married to her neurosurgeon?

She gives off
that money-digger vibe.

- Gold digger.
- Mm, money digger.

No one digs for gold anymore.

When were you gonna tell me
about the baby?

- You know,
just didn't come up.

- Well, that's great news.

You, Wendy, baby.

I'm happy for you all.

Why did you say
all that shit about Wendy?

- What shit?

- She's just a temp, she's
married to some guy in Memphis?

* *

- "Oh, hello, Dr. Morgan.

"Welcome to our
state-of-the-art facility.

"For your information,

"our secretary
used to be a stripper.

Would you still be interested
in the position?"

- She's about to be
your baby mama.

Who cares if she
was a stripper?

Some of the best people
I know are strippers.

- Huh.

Everybody you know
is a stripper.

Besides,

Kim said she had two other
candidates for the positions.

- Chris, you know me.

I've always been supportive.

Don't fuck it up with Wendy.

- What is that
supposed to mean?

- I mean, it was just me
and my mom,

you know, my whole life.
No dad.

And now I see it, this woman...
- Jerry.

- She's coming in
all hot to trot.

- Jerry, I'm not leaving Wendy,
okay?

And I'm not leaving the baby,
okay?

Kim is ambitious,
she's confident,

she has an impressive résumé,

and I need the best people
working for me.

* *

Kim's my physician's assistant.

* *

- [softly] Okay.

* *

[videogame controller clacking]

[gunfire and explosions]

- Mm-mm, mm-mm.
Not now, not now.

- When are we gonna talk?
- Babe, not now. No! Not now.

- No, I don't give a shit.
We're having a baby.

And you haven't said
a word about it.

- [sighs]

Fine.

If you wanna talk, let's talk.

- You don't want
to have this baby?

- [sighs]

We've only been together
a couple months, Wendy.

Sorry if I'm not
lighting cigars.

- So that's it?

"Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am"?

- No.

Look, I don't expect you
to fully grasp this,

but everything that I'm doing

will help you live
past your wildest dreams.

I have a plan.

All I need is for you
to go to nursing school.

- You fucking kidding me?

I'm not an accessory
in Chris's world.

- [sighs]
Wendy, give me a break.

You had no problem playing the
role of doctor's girlfriend,

but now when it's not working
for you,

all of a sudden it's an issue?

- Nothing with you
has ever worked for me.

It's always been on your terms.
- Oh, bullshit.

That is fucking bullshit,
Wendy.

[slams controller]

I wanted to go to UCLA;
that was my first choice,

but you're the one
that said you wouldn't move

unless we came to Dallas
because of your aunt in Ferris.

So don't pretend like
it's been me

just dragging you along
for this whole ride.

- You're blaming me?
- Oh, Jesus!

Can you not play the victim?
Just try it. See what happens.

You're the one
who wanted a boyfriend

who could buy your shoes and
your perfume and your makeup

and pay your rent
and whatever the fuck else.

And you know what?
Congratulations, you got it.

You won in life.
You got what you wanted.

But life is a double-edged
fucking sword.

This is what it's like
to date a god.

Keep up.

- You might be able to hustle
these stuffy,

buttoned-up assholes,
but not me.

I know you're a fraud,

always acting like you know
everything, but you don't.

You can't even keep a job.

[tense music]

- What the fuck does that mean?

- They dumped your ass
out of DiscGenics.

- I'm on the board!
- "On the board"

means they're too embarrassed
by you to fire you!

- I made $1/2 million just
by stepping foot in this city!

And everything that you have
is because of me!

I picked you up
out of the fucking gutter,

and I can throw you
right back there if I want.

You'll end up
some sagging hussy

working the pole
for chump change.

And you know what?

If I'm being perfectly honest,

the best thing you could
probably do

is abort that fucking baby,

because you are not the type
of person who can raise it.

And I'm saying that with love

because I am trying
to help you win in life!

- Fuck you!
- Fuck you!

[glass shatters]

- Fuck you!

[glass shatters]

Fuck you!
[door slams]

- Hey, open this--open the--
- Fuck you!

- Fuck!
- Tex-Mex, y'all. Hey!

- Open this door!
- Fuck you, Chris! Fuck you!

- Ungrateful bitch!
- Hey! What the fuck?

- Open up! Open up!
- Get out!

- Hey, shut the fuck up!
Both of you.

- Get out!
- Open the fuck up!

Get out of my goddamn
hotel room!

- Get him out of here!
- You need to calm down.

- Get him out!
- Fuck.

- All right.
- Get off of me!

- Cool it, bro. Cool it, bro.
- Get off of me!

- All right.
What the hell happened?

* *

[muffled] Hey, we have to talk
about this, okay?

* *

- [breathes shakily]

- [sniffs deeply]

Oh, fuck.

* *

Ah, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

* *

- [clears throat]

- [sighs]

* *

- [exhales deeply]

Hopefully, in the future,
you stay away

from whatever unsavory
character did this to you.

- [chuckles]
I did it to myself.

* *

- You don't care to share,
fine by me.

Let's not kick this new phase
of our relationship off...

- [groans]

- With an untruth.

* *

- New phase?

* *

- Articles of incorporation

for the Texas
Neurosurgical Institute.

You're officially official,
Dr. Duntsch.

- [sighs]

[soft dramatic music]

* *

Clinic's up and running,
got a gnarly man scar.

- [chuckles]

- So much to make whoopee
about.

* *

Classy.

* *

- Most people
are so close-minded...

so narrowly focused on their
tiny, little cocooned worlds

that they don't even understand
the greatness

that I am offering them.

But that's okay,

because if I have to stand in
front of them a thousand times

to explain my genius to them
to make them understand...

then it's all worth it.

And it starts at Baylor.

I am going to
make them understand.

* *

And this isn't
the unstoppable force paradox,

because there's only me.

I embody everything.

* *

- And what am I
looking at here?

- A screw imbedded
in soft tissue.

- He missed the spine entirely.

- If what you're telling me
is to be believed,

then it seems to me that
this is a case of incompetence.

- [chuckles] I can train
a couple of circus monkeys

to do a better job.

- How do you like your steak,
Mr. Yarborough?

- Do I feel an analogy
coming on?

- Mm.

- Texan born and bred.

- When you slice into that
perfect rare to bloody steak,

it's soft, like you're cutting
through a stick of butter.

Now, if somebody stuck a piece
of wood into that steak,

when your knife made contact,

you'd be able to tell
the difference, correct?

- Of course.

- Well, the contrast between
the wood and the steak

is the same as the spine
and the muscles surrounding it.

And Duntsch couldn't
tell the difference?

- Which is a damn near
impossibility unless he was

actively trying to insert
the screw in the wrong place,

which would answer
your questions

about showing criminal intent.

- To bring criminal charges,

a certain threshold
has to be met.

I'm not sure we're there.

What's evident, though,
is it appears

you have a compelling
medical malpractice complaint,

which should be taken up
in civil court.

- But pushing this off
to the civil court, I mean,

if that isn't passing the buck,
I don't know what is.

- We're dancing
in a field of gray.

This office deals with
drug dealers and murderers.

The law is explicit.
Don't sell drugs, don't kill.

It's an undeviating line
any jury can follow.

What you're presenting me is
eight years of medical school

that we'd have to shove down
the jury's throats

in a handful of days.

They'd have to be so versed
to the point

that they could differentiate

between sound medical practice
and criminal negligence.

- I don't think it would be
that hard for them

to understand
the scope of what he's done.

We're not asking the jury
to perform surgery.

- Well, tell that
to juror number seven,

who doesn't wanna be there

'cause she's losing
valuable days at work,

and her kids' Christmas
wish list is going up in smoke.

- Duntsch has two deaths
that we know of,

and the state of Texas
has executed people for less.

- I'm not negating
what has transpired.

But you're asking us to start
up a very steep mountain.

- Ah, well, you know,
the degree of difficulty

shouldn't dictate how you
do your goddamn job,

otherwise we should all be
selling hot dogs at a ballgame.

- [clears throat]
I had a patient once.

Woodland Arp, very successful
lumbar spine fusion,

recovered nicely
for six months.

Then he started having
recurring back pain in the area

where the device was implanted.

And by then,
the fusion was intact,

so Mr. Arp decided
to have the hardware removed

to alleviate the discomfort.

Straightforward,
neat procedure.

35 minutes, skin to skin,
got the hardware out.

I rounded on him later on;
he was on his feet,

walking around, no pre-op pain.

He was ecstatic.

The next morning, they found
him dead on the bathroom floor.

Pulmonary embolism.

I did nothing wrong.

I did everything by the book,
and not a week goes by

that I don't think about him.

Now, whether he's doing it
on purpose or not,

Duntsch knows that
he is not a competent surgeon.

That's intent.

And what's gonna happen
if people find out

that you had an opportunity
to stop him...

but you didn't take it?

- George, take the lead
on this.

We'll conduct
a thorough investigation

and see where
the evidence leads us.

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we gotta spray *

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* So we gotta drop a busta *

* A playa-hatin' [...]
or a crooked cop, run up *

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* It ain't no thang
I put my gun up *

* Midnight to sun up *

* Still break you mane
in that M *

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- * G *

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he's bailin' *

* L *
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come with me to hell *

- * O *
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- * C *
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- * K *
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around my throat *

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it in *

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tracks they boom *

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when I lock you down tight *

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sent me *

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who's next? *

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