All language subtitles for Good Sam 1x03 - Butt of the Joke (English)

Previously on Good Sam...

You're supervising these doctors.

You're above them in knowledge,

rank and skill. Act like it.

I'm second in command here,
and he shows me no respect.

I think I'm gonna take
the Cleveland offer, Caleb.

It's not about me.

Yeah.

Dad!

My father can never be replaced,

but I vow to carry on his
legacy to the best of my ability.

You've earned this.

And I say that
as your chief medical officer,

not your mother.

I'm Sam, by the way.

I'm Malcolm. Kingsley.

I'm the new director of finance.

Sam!

Mom.

It's your father.

He's waking up.

You were shot six months ago.

How long...

till I can work again?

You have to be proctored.

I'll do it.

I'll supervise him.

What, do you have company?

And since you brought up Lex,

the next time you want to help me,

don't screw my best friend!

My dad is here.

With my dad.

The chairman of the board.

He's trying to go over my head,

skip to the end of his proctorship.

You all asked me to step in as chief.

And now my father is awake and
you are asking me to step aside.

And I can't do that. Because I am

a better chief.

May the best Dr. Griffith win.

This man's appendix
lasted 75 years before it blew.

We should all be so lucky.

Look at that ascending colon,

- Dr. Tucker.
- Beautiful.

Thank you to Elaine Hart

for her generous gift.

Now, it can only be one of you.

The other gets

to head down to the lobby
at the donor event.

Who wants the appendectomy honors?

- I want it.
- I want it.

You got to clip that
aneurysm in neuro yesterday.

While you assisted on a triple bypass.

Also, Sam's at that donor event.

Low blow.

Still true. You better go.

- I'll do the appy.
- Fine by me.

Better hurry before
Malcolm beats you to it.

You look...

Like I'd rather be wearing scrubs?

Not what I was gonna say.

Please welcome

Chairman of the Board

Byron Kingsley.

Please, applaud yourselves.

Each of you make Lakeshore what it is.

This is my first big schmooze event

since I've been competing with
my dad for the chief position.

I have to impress the board.

Well, just be yourself and
pretend you're wearing scrubs.

That's terrible advice.

I don't get to cut any
of these people open.

Do you have a vision for the department?

Do you believe that you are
the best person to run it?

I do.

Then tell them why.

Thank you, for your generous gifts.

All right, you ready?

What? No.

I was gonna work my way up to your dad.

No, no, trust me... Now's the time.

He's always in a good mood

after he gives a speech. Come on.

Would you stop?

You look like a lion hunting a gazelle.

I can't believe that Sam's
still going through with this.

There's no way

the board's gonna choose her
for chief over me.

She's starting a war she can't win.

I know I can't talk either of
you out of this competition,

but she's my daughter.

Don't hurt her.

Hey.

She's my daughter, too.

It's the last thing I want.

Not with your cholesterol.

Oh. Your new husband know

you've still got a thing
about my cholesterol?

Go eat a vegetable.

All right, Dr. Shah,

we'll have this guy back
on the tennis court in no time.

Here I go.

Slow and steady.

What the hell?

I can't see anything. He's hemorrhaging.

- What did you do?
- Uh, I don't know.

There was some resistance.
Maybe adhesions.

How can...

What can I do?

Converting to open. 10 blade.

Yes, Doctor.

Suction, Dr. Shah.

- Large bore suction here.
- Yeah.

Set up another cell saver.

Over here.

There's no visualization.
It's coming too fast.

Over here. Over here.

Give me that clamp.

Activate massive transfusion protocol.

I-I can't get source control.
The tissue's falling apart.

Move! Move!

We're losing him.

We're losing him.

Call it.

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www.addic7ed.com

Great speech, Dad.

- Thank you, son.
- You remember Dr. Griffith.

Thank you again for considering
me for the position.

I'm eager to see how it all plays out.

I'm eager to tell you
about the innovations

I have planned for my department.

Virtual and augmented reality

training tools enhance
performance and lower...

Put me back in a coma.

Thought this was a party.

Hey.

- How you doing?
- Big man.

I got a tee time with Waxie on Saturday.

- You in?
- Waxman.

He may own two planes,

but his backswing has seven.

Well, if you're around tomorrow,

I would love to tell you about my plans.

Oh, hey! You say hi to Gina?

No, I haven't. I need to.

Mm...

Outwitted by a golf joke.

Mm, a golf joke about Waxman.

- Our biggest donor.
- Yeah.

What is that?

Hmm? Oh.

That thing you're doing
with your fingers.

It's the, um, chromatic scale.

I just need something to do
with my hands when I'm stressed.

What if you try this?

That help?

It does, actually.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

Uh...

We lost the patient.

In a routine lap appy?

Isan's taking it pretty hard.

His hands were in the body.

Please record your message.

Isan, it's me.

Caleb told me what happened.
I'm so sorry. I...

If you need to talk,
I'm here, okay? Call me anytime.

You were always so competitive.

When we played Candy Land,

you were out for blood.

But...

...you weren't great at losing.

The board sees me as a
contender, even if you don't.

I'm talking to you as your father.

I'm trying to spare you the humiliation.

What you should do
is back out gracefully,

before you get hurt.

I don't want to see you lose the respect

of your colleagues and the board.

No, you just want your job back
without having to fight for it.

If I have to... fight you,

I will, but...

Sam, it's gonna end badly for you.

I disagree.

And I am not backing down.

Okay. So be it.

Consider yourself...

warned.

This is Tracy Reynolds. 40 years old.

Chest pain, headache.

No family history of heart disease.

It's not a heart attack.

I really don't have to be here.

Tracy, honey, if it hurts there,

you come here. Right, Doctors?

That is right. Tracy,
hi, I'm Dr. Griffith.

We're gonna start you with an EKG.

Thank you.

Maybe-maybe one of my implants ruptured?

Those aren't real?

Uh, B-Baldwin and-and I are new...

Dating apps.

- No stigma anymore.
- Mm.

Last night was our first time together.

- Yeah.
- And it'd been a while.

- Things...
- Mm-hmm.

Things got a little intense.

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay. We got it.

- We'll check it out.
- Okay.

Oh, and, uh, also, one of...

One of my knees hurts.

Next time we'll stretch out first.

Yeah.

What?

Large inferior Q waves.

Tracy, have you ever seen a
doctor for chest pain before?

Yeah. Once, a f-few years ago.

He said it was anxiety.

I'm guessing he didn't do an EKG.

This is showing us that you've
had a heart attack before.

How can I have had a heart
attack and not known?

It sounds like you did know but
you weren't diagnosed correctly.

Let's get her a stat echo.

How bad is this?

I'm gonna find out what's going on.

What'd you want to talk about?

In a nutshell, life is easier

when my ex-husband and
daughter are not at war.

Have you been doing
the breathing techniques

we worked on?

Let's do one together.

- Come on.
- Okay.

- Okay.
- In through the nose.

Out through the mouth.

Mm.

Mmm. See?

This...

is why I married you.

Okay, I have to go. Busy day.

Where, hopefully,
I won't run into Griff.

But if I do,

I will breathe.

- And...
- Mm-hmm.

...if that doesn't work,

try boundaries.

Those, I've got.

Had a feeling I might
find you out here, Isan.

Bereavement packet?

I have to return the patient's
things to the family.

Have them sign papers.

Hmm.

I don't know how to explain
what went wrong.

Didn't Anders already talk
to the family?

Yeah, I mean, for me.

I need to go over it again.

If I made a mistake, I need to know,

so I can make sure
it never happens again.

Good luck.

Hi.

I have news. And an ask.

- I scored a Whipple later today.
- Oh.

Dr. Baum requested me in general surgery

- after I aced that chole last week.
- Hmm.

I'm assuming the request
is to study for it?

If that's okay. I mean,
I could still be with you.

Mm, yeah. Absolutely.

Tell me how it goes?

Yeah, I will. Maybe over
a glass of wine later?

Uh... I'm not there yet.

I'm sorry. I'm trying.

And I really appreciate you pushing me

to fight for this position,

but there's you,
and then there's my dad,

and then there's you
and my dad, and it's...

I really want for things
to get better between us, but...

But?

N-No, no. Butt.

Multiple butts. Oh.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Oh, uh, I've got to get
to another delivery,

but I set up the first few for you.

What?

Uh...

Do you have any idea
why these were delivered here?

I didn't ask because I
didn't want to butt in.

- It wasn't funny the first time.
- Okay, sorry.

I-I didn't mean to be cheeky.

Dear God, make it stop.

You're right. No more cracks.

I think this is the packing slip.

Thank you.

Uh, okay, they're
medical teaching tools,

used to hone prostate exam skills.

This is the cardio
department. Why are they...

"Deliver to Dr. Sam Griffith."

Huh.

Huh. I don't suppose
you have any idea why

three dozen units

of nonrefundable prostate equipment

were delivered here to me today?

My understanding is that these

are very advanced training devices.

This is a prank,
and a very elaborate one.

So what is this really about?

Well, it's obviously a mistake.

But, well, it's the kind of thing

that comes across
the chief's desk all the time.

You want me to make some calls?

No. I think you've done enough.

Okay. Well, either way, I win.

I know my dad.
This is more than just a joke.

I mean, is he trying to distract me?

Maybe it's simpler than that.

Maybe he's just trying to embarrass me

in front of everyone.

These are medical devices.

And we are all adults.

There is nothing embarrassing here.

- I...
- Dr. Griffith?

Mr. Kingsley.

Hello.

Thank you for taking time
out of your day.

I was looking for my son.

Is this...

...the new tech you mentioned?

No. This is a mix-up.

- A mix-up?
- I didn't order these.

I actually think that my father did...

I've always said a good leader

takes responsibility for everything

that happens on their watch.

- I'm about to handle it.
- Great.

Let's talk when you're done with that.

Mm-hmm.

Find me when you're free.

Of this.

Yes, sir.

Look, I know.

He's tough, but he is also fair.

He's open to a conversation.
He-He'll hear you out.

Except that his last memory
of me will be of the time

that I greeted him
from inside a sea of butts.

I have to get these out of here.

How did my dad even get these in here?

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I don't understand.

People get appendectomies all the time.

Every surgery carries risk.

The doctor last night said
that Dad hemorrhaged.

He didn't say why.

Do you know?

The reason isn't always clear.

But I'm gonna find one.

I promise.

Thank you.

Geez, what's wrong? Am I dying?

We're just concentrating.

It's probably nothing, Tracy.

They're just being extra careful.

Stop right there.

Multiple wall motion abnormalities.

Is that bad? That sounds bad.

Dr. Trulie, schedule a cath lab

and tag Joey in so you can study.

Thank you.

So, the echo is telling us

that you didn't just
have one heart attack.

You've had many.

Tracy,

you might have felt pressure
in your chest or your arms.

Maybe you felt tired or dizzy.

Panic attacks.

Cardiac events.

- Okay. Yeah.
- The symptoms were mild enough

- to be mistaken for... Oh.
- No. Mm-mm.

Okay, hey.

- Tracy, Tracy, Tracy.
- Tracy, try to calm down.

Whoa, oh. Sick people
have heart attacks.

Old people have heart attacks.

No one in my family
has ever had a heart attack.

Tracy.

- Tracy.
- Go prep the cath lab. I got her.

Tracy. Tracy?

There's my son, working so hard,
he forgets to find me.

Or eat lunch.

I'm sorry.

- The boss is in town.
- Mm-hmm.

Heard he was a hard-ass.

Only if he sees you making a mistake.

Ooh, that is a record.

I haven't even opened my sandwich yet.

I saw you

seem to have a personal
relationship with Sam Griffith.

I do.

It... I mean, it's...
it's new, but, uh, yeah.

I'm not trying to interfere
in that part of your life,

but we came up with
a plan for your career:

you climb till you succeed me.

Well, that will be a weird day.

That'll be a great day.

And I don't want you getting distracted

or derailed on the way there.

Do you not like Sam?

I don't like her pulling you
into her family power struggle.

No, that... that's not what she's doing.

Are you sure?

You led her straight to me
at the donor event.

And this morning

I found you right
in the middle of her mess.

Just looking out for you, son.

Worst Netflix and chill ever.

Doesn't matter how many times
I see it, how much I slow down

or freeze, I can't tell what went wrong.

Well, you can't control everything.

Yeah, "leave it up to the
universe, I can't control it"?

That's how guys like you get by
with no accountability.

Oh, why stop talking on my account?

Go on, get it out of your
systems. "Lex and Griff,"

- "Griff and Lex.
- "We weren't talking about you.

Sorry. It's just, everyone else is.

Oh, no, don't get me wrong, we did,

when it first came out,

but we're over it.

I mean...

20 people have probably slept
with each other around here

since your news came out.

This isn't helping.

I'm asking the family
to approve an autopsy.

Did you rule out a burst implant?

We did, but after we clean out
this vessel blockage,

we'll have a conversation
with her plastic surgeon.

Who is it? Is it her?

Please tell me so I can prepare.

Nobody's getting
ahead of me on this one.

Plastics is all me.

Plastics is a waste of time.

Your fetish for
interdisciplinary medicine

- is not relevant in this case.
- Push the dye.

Is that what this is all about?

You're protesting
my interdisciplinary approach

by littering my surgical lounge

with prostate devices?

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

I'm sure you don't.

I don't see the blockage yet.

Well, there's all kinds of
blockages, aren't there?

Stubbornness, pride, ambition.

- It takes many forms.
- Ugh, give me a break.

The dye is all the way in.

Her coronary arteries are clear.

How did she have multiple heart attacks

with perfectly clear arteries?

I don't know, but if we can't
see what's wrong,

we can't fix it.

Let's get her to the ICU.

Okay, we know Tracy fainted,
but does she have a history

- of fainting?
- It's not in her charts.

Chest pain after sex.
Unclear if they're related.

- And she had knee pain.
- Yeah, that sounds more like

the kind of sex, not the sex itself.

Doesn't explain the heart attacks.

Transient spasm
in the large coronary artery?

That's a lot of spasms.

Maybe it's coronary
microvascular dysfunction.

Or maybe it's a spontaneous tear

- in the artery.
- Maybe it was Professor Plum

in the library with the wrench.

It is her.

Bad enough you had to call plastics in.

Did you have to call Rhonda?

Zip it, you pompous gasbag.

I pulled Dr. Glass in because she

is the chief of plastics.

I also did all of Tracy's

previous surgeries,
which were impeccable,

by the way.

Dr. Glass, uh, my name is Joey Costa.

May I just say,
I'm such a fan of your work.

Are you gonna tell me
what's going on here, Jerry?

Um... y-yes.

The patient has no family history

of cardiac events,
yet she's been having trouble...

- Long pedal on the right.
- I'm sorry?

Speed it up. I'm familiar
with her backstory.

Down to where she lost her virginity

and when she smoked her first cigarette.

The former...
Behind a Walgreens in Dearborn,

the latter... Bowie's Glass Spider Tour.

The woman is a talker.

Oh, coming from you...

I started at Lakeshore

a glorious five weeks

before his overbearing ass appeared.

He resents my seniority. Always has.

- 1987.
- Hmm?

Bowie's Glass Spider Tour was in 1987.

- Right.
- If Tracy

- is 40...
- Hmm.

...she would have only
been six years old then.

She lied about her age.

She told you she was 40?

Why would anyone lie about their age?

Asked no woman, ever.

Do know if she ever found a boyfriend?

Yeah, online.

There's your answer.

Guys on dating apps, they're
interested in two numbers:

your dress size and your age.

Either of them doesn't meet
with their approval,

they're swiping left.

This changes everything.

We have to run a battery of new tests.

I mean, Tracy's real age
elevates her risk factors

for multiple conditions.

Well, she just made it harder on herself

by not giving up the game to start with.

Ah. She's trying to win at a game

where the odds are not in her favor.

I, for one, don't blame her.

- Hey, Sam.
- Hi.

I did some digging into how
Griff bought those devices.

All right, he still
has signing authority

on the Lakeshore account.

What? How?

Well, nobody ever revoked it.

All right,
not even after he fell into his coma.

- N-No... Can you revoke it now?
- Look, Sam,

I like where we are.

- I do, too.
- Good.

It's just, I'm starting to find
my professional footing here.

And-and you and I

working together and dating...
look, it's complicated.

No, no, no, I-I'm not
saying I want to stop.

- Okay? I don't.
- Good. Same.

It's just on this one,

I think you need to bring it
to your mom.

Oh.

- Yeah. Okay.
- Yeah.

I will go talk to my mom.

I know, I know. I'm on it.

No more signing authority
for your father.

Why did he even still have it?

It was an oversight.

I didn't think about revoking it
because he barely ever used it.

Well, today he used it to
litter my department's lounge

with a bunch of useless equipment

right when I am trying to prove

that I am a fiscally
responsible department head.

Okay, there. Done.

Listen, when your father and I

were building Lakeshore, he wasn't part

of the financial equation beyond donors.

I mean, he would schmooze

on the golf course, that's it.

I managed all his paperwork,

I balanced his books,
I cleaned up his messes.

And that is how CT came to be
the powerhouse it is today.

I know, but now, it's a pow...

Now it is a powerhouse

with a balance sheet full of butts.

I know.

It's brilliant.

You know, if I say "My dad did it,"

I look like I can't
control my personnel.

And if I say that I didn't know
about it,

I look like I'm clueless about
my own department's finances.

All right, let's look up the contract.

Okay. Okay, we're gonna fix this.

I already have a plan to save
$10OK, which is a start.

How much were the devices?

What?

$2 million?!

Well, hello.

I thought I was the only one

who haunted the lab
waiting for test results.

I was hoping to talk with you.

Much as I enjoy my ringside seat

to you and your father's cage match,

you're never gonna beat him.

Not like this.

What do you mean?

You're gonna have to get
a whole lot dirtier.

I know where the bodies are buried.

Why would you help me?

'Cause you're the only
Griffith I can stand.

You want my dad out of the picture.

Don't you?

N-No. I-I'll pass.

This isn't about

digging up dirt,
this is about who's best

to lead the CT department.

Here's your results.

Thank you.

Tracy's estrogen is high.

Especially for someone in menopause.

Or perimenopausal at least.

She must be taking
hormone replacement therapy.

Which could be prothrombotic.

We've got to get her off the estrogen

and onto an anticoagulant.

Great.

Nice doing business with you.

- Mm-hmm.
- If you ever want to do

any other business,
you know where to find me.

We could just wait for pathology.

We're here now.

There are other patients upstairs,

and they're alive.

Well, it's been a while
since I've done an autopsy.

I'm not as cavalier as you might think.

If you need to do this for peace of mind

or pride or whatever, I'll help.

It's not like a patient has
never died on my watch before.

It was Anders, the way he looked at me.

When he called the time of death...

Well, he was upset. We were all upset.

It was regret.

- No, Isan. You're wrong.
- I'm not.

I've seen it in my dad's eyes
my whole life.

He's in family practice;
thought I should be, too.

Not because he wants me
to be his partner;

no, because he doesn't think
I'm good enough to be a surgeon.

So, you have to prove you are.

Um... D-Do you want to
pass me the forceps?

What did you find?

No, nothing.

What?

I nicked the iliac.

That's why he bled out.

I killed him.

Isan?

Isan!

Do you need something, Dr. Griffith?

Uh...

Yeah, sure.

Uh, so, my golf clubs are up north.

And I would usually
send Isan to get them,

but he's not answering his texts
and I am playing tomorrow.

Ergo, I am in the market
for a shiny, new set.

Uh...

This thing is... keeps
giving me an error message.

It's broken.

It's not broken.
Your payment was declined.

That's not possible.

It's a Lakeshore card.

Platinum.

It's not working.

Maybe just use a personal card.

That's a great idea. You have one?

I meant, your personal card.

My personal card,
for a business expense.

Funny.

The packing slip says
the devices are nonrefundable

and I can't find a loophole
in this contract.

Is there anything on the website?

No, there barely even is one.

The company must be new.
There's only a splash page.

Well, what about a phone number?

Yeah, the same one we've already tried.

Nothing but automated customer service.

Yeah, I can't tell a recording
that I need

a $2 million refund.

Breathe, and stay calm.

It'll defuse the situation with Griff.

Thank you.

Vivian! I need you!

Griffith. You're looking well.

Pyne. You're looking exactly the same.

I don't know what that means,

but knowing you,
it's probably an insult.

I always forget how your
generation is just so sensitive.

I never forget how yours is not.

What is wrong with my Lakeshore
credit card?

What a stupid question. What do you...

It has been revoked.

And I need an explanation

for the $2 million that you've spent.

Good lesson for Sam.

A lesson? Who orders
a bunch of stupid...

Why does he sound like he's
transitioning to active labor?

My new husband has some techniques

to help me deal with my old husband.

Oh, millennial medicine. That's cute.

I find it helpful.

If you don't want to do the breathing,

- try boundaries.
- Mm.

Have a serene afternoon.

Yeah.

God, you're a fool.

- Oh...
- A shortsighted fool,

because even if you do manage
to get your old job back,

your department's gonna have
a $2 million deficit.

I can make it up on the course.

I've got a plan. Just involves
a new set of golf clubs.

No, you have money.
You buy your own club.

That doesn't make any sense.

They're a legitimate business expense.

Besides, that limited edition
copper set I bought?

What, four grand with the engraving?

It's seven years ago.

$2 million amortized over time,

that's less than a penny a club.

That is not what "amortized" means.

I want those devices
returned and refunded.

All right, Vivi, I hear you.

I'm not in the business

of making anyone's life more difficult.

Give this to Sam.

It's the sales rep that I dealt with.

Th... What, this is
an actual, live person?

Bit of a dud, but he's alive.

He did the deal, I don't know
if he wants to undo it.

Nobody wants to refund $2 million.

- We'll see about that.
- Thing is, there is a way

you could thank me
for giving you his number.

Still with the stupid clubs.

They're actually smart clubs.

They compensate for hooks and slices...

Fine.

Get back to work.

Hey.

Ready for the Whipple?

- Please, don't. No, no, no...
- Can I help?

Come on. What?

What... Hey.

It's a conversation. It doesn't matter.

To you. You know, it's different for me.

They see me as your mistress
first, doctor second.

That's not true.

You have no idea.

All right? It was already hard enough

for me to be taken seriously before.

Now I have to work double
just to get my credibility back.

Hello, everyone.

- Thank you.
- Hey.

Thanks again for giving me the
time to study for this Whipple.

- It's a lot.
- Mm-hmm.

Look, Sam, this is harder
than I thought.

It's like every time
I'm anywhere near Griff,

all people think about is,
you know, that.

Well, maybe you shouldn't
curl up on a bench with him

and whisper.

Sorry.

I'm still thinking about it, too.

Tracy Reynolds is
having another heart attack.

What?

Push 150 of amio.

Push 70 of roc and 20 of etomidate.

Do it.

7-0 tube to me.

Do you see that?

Look like lesions. Viral?

She's stable for now.

Let's get a sample of this
to the lab ASAP.

This might be what's
causing all her problems.

Are you gonna be okay?

Isn't your shift over?

I'm fine. You can go.

You don't look fine.

And that makes sense.

I mean, it's hard to
look at your mistakes.

Own up to them.

They call it a "fearless and
searching moral inventory."

- Who calls it that?
- People in recovery.

You know, like, accepting
the things you cannot change.

Do you really think
appropriating 12-step mottos

is gonna help me feel better?

It helps me feel better.

What do you mean?

I got sober a couple months ago,

right after Sam and I broke up.

I made a lot of mistakes.

And now I'm just trying to do
better one day at a time.

I had no idea.

I was good at hiding it.

Nobody knows yet. It's new.

I think if you can

accept that you did
all you could for this patient,

it'll be best for the
patients who still need you.

Prelim path is in.

Your guy had a malignant mass.

It's pretty advanced appendiceal cancer.

His tissue was falling apart.

That's why the sutures wouldn't hold.

Well, I still hit the iliac.

Yeah, but if he hadn't had
cancer, you could have fixed it.

I know that you don't
normally permit refunds,

but this is a unique circumstance. Uh...

I'm not saying that the charge
was fraudulent, I'm just...

"Cause"? Oh, come on.

The cause is that no one needs
this many plastic butts. Bernie.

This is for Tracy Reynolds. Can
you put a rush on those, please?

Sir, I need you to connect me
to your boss.

Sir? Sir?

Oh...

Looks like it's gonna be a late night.

There's a Whipple in the OR ahead of me.

Hope they got a good assist.

Trulie. Which one is that?

The hot one, third year, braids.

Apparently she "assists" Griff.

Oh, right, the Griff girl.

Explains how she got the Whipple.

Oh, boy.

Oh, wow.

I know you were not insinuating

that a tremendously talented surgeon

got into an operation for
any reason other than her skill.

No?

If I can get past Dr. Trulie's
recent personal choices,

you certainly can.

And the only thing you need to think,

let alone say about her is that
she is an incredible doctor.

And if she got an opportunity

earlier in her career than any of you,

that is on your lack of skills.

Not on her.

Hmm?

Labs got nothing.

It's not a virus.

Dr. Glass, can you walk us through

all of Tracy's cosmetic
procedures, please?

Mm-hmm. Breast augmentation,
that was the start.

Lower rhytidectomy after that.

Blepharoplasty a year later.

Laser skin resurfacing,
she gets that done fairly often.

Where? Just her face?

Mostly. Few times on her legs.

Varicose vein removals.

How often did you do her veins?

More than most.

It's not Tracy's age.

- It's a disease.
- She was trying to smooth out

her skin but it wasn't age spots.

Joint pain. She said her knees hurt.

Arthritis, headaches, oral lesions.

Superficial venous thrombosis.

Tracy has Behcet's syndrome.

Blood vessel inflammation exacerbated

by the estrogen supplements.

None of which you caught

while doing every procedure
under the sun.

Oh, can it. Women get work
like this done every day.

You want me to screen them all
for rare autoimmune disorders?

She's right.

Damn right I'm right.

I didn't invent beauty standards,

even though they do pay my mortgage.

Standards.

Start her on a gram
of methylprednisolone.

That'll knock out
the inflammation for today.

And then we are gonna get her a team

of specialists to tailor her medications

to her specific symptoms. I have to go.

Come on...

That won't get it here any faster.

The devices.
They're for teaching, right?

The contract specifically says

that they represent
a "typical human body,"

except they are all the exact same.

They represent one body type,

and it is young, thin and white.

To call it "typical"

is biased and discriminatory.

And it implies that there is a standard.

And that is a standard that my patient

nearly killed herself
trying to live up to.

Which nobody wants to argue
in the court of public opinion.

Exactly!

Which is why they are gonna
let me return all of those butts

for a full refund.

Hello.

Wow.

Boundaries.

I mean, deep down, he knew

what he was doing he was wrong.

He just needed to hear it
in language he could understand.

Now, of course, he also needed a new set

of golf clubs, but...

That sounds like Griff.

You know, he just handed over
the information

Sam needed to cancel the contracts.

- Asher, it was just...
- That sounds less like him.

Hey. Want to help me pack up some butts?

Only a fool would say no to that.

So, you called them and you
got them to give you a refund?

Yeah, that's what they say.

I'm still waiting
on the confirmation email.

Well, so might you say
you butt-dialed them?

No.

I-I really needed that.

Thank you.

You always made me laugh so much.

I still could.

How's Isan?

Uh, he's... you know,

it's a tough day, but he's on
the other side of it.

Ugh, please, please, please.

Ha!

There's the email.

Butts refunded in full.

What is the company called?

Uh, I think it Emoti-Med.

This says that the $2 million refund

is coming from "The Waxman Corporation."

Well, that's okay... it's
probably the parent company.

No, no, no.

Waxman?

Oh, my God.

Gerald Waxman.

Oh, Sam.

It was never about the devices.

I walked right into his trap.

Of course he didn't care
about the golf clubs.

He just needed you to think

that he wanted something,
that this was a trade.

Gerald Waxman, multimillionaire
entrepreneur and philanthropist.

Lakeshore's internal says
he's given a ton of donations.

Way more than the
two million his devices cost.

This month, Waxman pledged to give

Lakeshore a new donation.

How much?

$12 million.

Waxie just called. Apparently,
he was counting on that sale

to raise the profile
of his new company, so...

when you canceled the contract,
he canceled the donation.

You let Lakeshore lose
an eight-figure donation?

And pinned it on me.

I did tell you that the lesson
was gonna hurt.

- Hmm.
- But class is done.

We can put all this
behind us and move forward.

Here's what's gonna happen.

I'll go down to storage

where they boxed up my stuff
when I was shot

and unconscious and you stole my job.

And somewhere down there is a bottle

of 50-year-old single malt.

I'll take it to my office...

It's Sam's office.

You finish with your patients,
do what you have to do

and come to see me.

We'll have a drink,

and negotiate your surrender.

Thanks for sticking around to chat.

Always.

Look, I respect what you said,

but I can't sit this one out.

I'm on Sam's side.

Not because she needs me,
but because she doesn't.

She is the better leader.

Sam Griffith just made a mistake

that cost Lakeshore a lot of money.

And I am sorry to hear that,

but it doesn't change my mind.

She will find a way to turn the tide.

You don't sound very neutral.

And you are?

Man, who are you kidding?

All this golf with Griff?

That's my business, son.

And Sam is mine.

Do what you want.

But I can tell you from experience,

making alliances too early
in your career

can lead to disaster.

You are gonna feel so much better

once the immune-modulating medication

and the steroids kick in.

And your heart will be healthier, too.

You must think I'm so stupid.

Tracy, I'm one of two women
in my department.

We're both battling how
we're perceived every day.

Baldwin left.

He said it wasn't my age,

it was the fact that I lied.

Can I offer you my professional opinion?

You know, as a doctor?

Baldwin does not deserve you.

You're probably right.

But it's hard to find someone, you know?

Someone you really gel with.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna come check on you later, okay?

Okay.

- Hey.
- Hey.

How was the Whipple?

Slayed it. But that's not why I'm here.

Thank you for what you said earlier.

I know it's hardest for you

with the whole... me and him thing.

When those idiots
were talking about you,

I wasn't thinking about that.

I was just thinking about my friend.

The wine thing?

Let's do that sooner than later.

I would love that.

Me, too.

Shall we go tonight?

Mm, unfortunately, tonight I have to...

drink with someone else.

Excuse me.

Are you Dr. Isan Shah?

I am. Can I help you?

You've been named
in a wrongful death lawsuit.

You've been served.

Tell me how to hit him.

Happy to.

But like I said...

...my help comes with a price.

Rhonda, if it's less than $12 million...

...I'm in.