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I'll be inside for 45 minutes,

then you'll see me in
recovery in three hours.

- Right, Dr. Woods?
- Absolutely.

Your mother's surgery
is as routine as it gets.

I've performed it hundreds of times.

How many hundreds?

Um...

Let's just say once a
day for my entire career.

Okay.

This is where we go in.

Dr. Woods will update you...

- In 45 minutes.
- That's correct.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Mm.

Okay.

Two hours and 47 minutes.

- Can I see my mom, Dr. Woods?
- Ryan...

Hey.

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

... weather balloon stations.

They're probably listening right now.

- Ms. Crest is available to speak with you right now.
- Uh...

- Are you su...
- No questions.

This way.

Okay...

And you mean, like, Beverly Crest?

Oh.

It is 9:00 in the morning.

Um, why aren't you at work?

Oh, I'm headed there.

Eventually.

I just wanted to come by

and confirm our date for Saturday night.

You're confirming in person?

Yeah... Well, I drowned my phone.

I dropped it in boiling water.

And the guy in the houseboat

next door said I should put it in rice.

So I did, but the phone was wet

and, you know, hot, so...

I think that this might be my lunch now.

Well, you could've emailed.

I thought face-to-face confirmation

would eliminate further snafus.

And also, maybe I could
snag some face time.

Ah. Well...

We are confirmed.

But... now I have a meeting.

So I'll see you on Saturday.

Oh.

Okay.

Uh...

Hello.

Wow, I've never been in here before.

It's very...

Gigantic hands in a bowl of water.

And, uh... whup!

Exploding flowers, okay...

You're nervous. Stop talking.

Yes, understood. Well,
that was still talking.

But, okay. Enough. Stopped.

I want to expand your horizons.

Right now, you work only
on your mother's cases.

But maybe I can
capitalize on your talents.

Authorize you to investigate
any case at this firm.

That would be awesome.

Does Lyle... Any case?

- Wait, am I allowed to talk now?
- No.

- Okay.
- But first, you have to prove yourself to me

by vetting five people.

Now you can speak.

Okay, yeah. Vetting? I can vet.

But vet who for what? Or what for who?

We're seeking candidates
to replace Alistair Song.

- Huh.
- There has to be

three named partners to break
ties when making big decisions.

Mm-hmm.

No chance...

Oh, um, Gus Easton
is one of these names.

And?

And, well, uh, that
is a name that I know.

Yes. He's a heavyweight
corporate attorney from Seattle.

And I want to know everything about him.

Isn't my mom being
considered for named partner?

We're also looking at outside lawyers.

You know...

right now, I have a case
involving international exports

and counterfeit luxury goods.

But if your boots are firmly
placed in Mommy's office,

then I can easily ask Lyle...

No, no, no, no, no, no.

My boots can go wherever they want.

- With me in them.
- Good.

Consider this a test of your
competence and discretion.

Leak any of that information
and I will make sure

that you never get your
investigator's license back.

- Oh. Uh, hi.
- Hi.

Congrats on winning the shampoo case.

Congrats on dating the
Rose Festival Queen.

Yeah.

Listen...

- You first.
- Oh, uh, can you...

Can you just, um...

Can I ask you a work question

about a professional matter?

You're normally the person I talk to

about this because I
mostly trust your opinion,

but now we're...

And, uh, I've been sworn to
secrecy if I want to live, so...

- Is there a question?
- Yeah.

Yeah, okay. Sorry. Look, um...

Beverly Crest is playing some weird

fourth-dimensional chess with me...

We can't be friends anymore.

I can't talk to you or be around you.

For a while.

A long while.

But I am happy for you and Amy.

It's just... I'm at work.

And this is complicated.

And I think you mean
three-dimensional chess.

Understood.

Understood.

I-I really need to speak with her.

I'm sorry, you have
to have an appointment.

- I'm sorry.
- Hey, hey, I just said...

Ms. Wright, I really
need to speak with you.

Margaret, I'm so sorry.

I tried to stop him. He
doesn't have an appointment.

Well, it's okay, Francey.

How can I help?

Oh, wait, you're...

My mother was Kathy Fox
and you were our lawyer.

- My name is...
- Ryan. Yes.

Ryan.

I haven't see you since
you were in high school.

It's okay, Francey. Thank you.

We fought the school board together.

To get me tailored academic
assistance because I'm autistic.

I work with computers now. In IT.

Oh, I am so pleased to hear that.

And happy to see you. How can I help?

My mother died.

Oh, Ryan, that's awful, I...

Last night. It was during her surgery.

The hospital gave me
these papers to sign.

Do I need to sign them?

Uh, your mother died last night?

Yes.

And...

... they've already given you
these to sign for a settlement?

- This is, this is highly unusual.
- Should I sign?

I would need the money for
the mortgage on our house.

My house.

The... house.

They still haven't told me

what happened to her, and I-I...

I really want to know, and...

Okay, Ryan. Come on, sit down.

Okay.

Okay.

So, you need the money,

- and, uh, they are pushing you to sign very quickly.
- Okay.

Uh, the people at the hospital

they've run the numbers to see just...

... how little you would accept.

In high school, you
knew I was being bullied.

This is like that, right?

Yes, Ryan.

This is exactly like that.

But...

we have fought bullies before,

and won.

And we're just gonna
have to do it again.

Okay?

I got you.

They offered nothing.

I mean, taking advantage
of a young man who is

seriously grieving... It's appalling.

I am going to trounce
that hospital attorney...

- Wait, this is Allison's hospital?
- Yes.

And demand a much, much
better settlement offer.

Oh, wait, wait, wait, but, Francey,

that means I'm going to have to switch

the Smith deposition to next Friday

- and I'll have to do the trial prep on the weekend.
- Okay.

Oh. I am busy on Saturday.

Yeah? Big plans?

Uh, yes.

I have... a date.

- With Gus Easton.
- Not with Gus Easton.

Yes, Todd.

Your mother is an adult, human woman,

who would like to go on a date.

- I don't need to hear that.
- Well, fine.

I don't know what business
it is of yours, anyway.

- Wait, so this is like a date date?
- Mm-hmm.

It's not just a work drinks thing?

There's no chance that
he's, like, grilling you

for information about the firm

or trying to poach clients,
or spying or embezzling

or anything unethical like that, right?

Todd, are you suggesting that

Gus is not interested in
your mother as a woman...

- You're not a woman, you're my mom.
- ... but as a mark?

No. Yes? No, no, not at all.

- Well, then, why are you grilling me?
- Well, I don't know.

Maybe I should've done
a little more grilling

- of Harry before you married him.
- Oh, Todd, that is sweet.

But, Todd, do not
investigate my dinner dates.

That is a direct order.

Now I have to get to the hospital.

Okay. But, uh, do you happen to know

Gus's favorite sports teams?

Or, uh, I don't know, maybe
his social security number?

Oh, uh, no. And neither will you.

Thank you. Oh, oh!

Baseball. The Marinators.

Mariners.

Uh, Ms. Gallagher,

I'd like to understand the
rush the hospital is in.

Oh, there's no rush at all, Ms. Wright.

Really?

Pressing a neurodivergent
young man to sign an agreement

releasing the hospital of full liability

less than 24 hours after his mother dies

in a routine operation?

Well, the State has strict guidelines

surrounding medical
settlements, which we adhered to.

- That still doesn't answer my question...
- However...

I'll increase my offer by $100,000.

Oh, ho-ho-ho...

Whatever you are hiding, it must be big.

Mm.

Ryan won't come to any settlement

until I've had a chance to look
at Kathy Fox's medical records,

and speak to her surgeon.

No. I can't... can't make that happen.

Well...

you can add as many zeroes
as you like to that offer,

but Ryan is signing
nothing until we understand

why Kathy Fox, his mother, is gone.

Well...

this Helene upstairs is
clearly hiding something.

And I think it's something big.

Isn't this your suitcase?

Uh, yeah, I just... I've-I've been here

a few nights, I've been
working back-to-backs.

Uh-huh. Well, Allison,

we all know that payoffs
are the way that hospitals

get people to just look
the other direction.

So if you could just help me

understand exactly what it is they...

Isn't this your suitcase, too?

Allison.

How many back-to-backs are
you thinking of working?

Are you and Chuck...

Oh, Allison, are you living here?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Who is this?

Um...

Ross, this is my mother.

Mom, this is Ross,

my colleague

who had to work late last night.

Are-are you, um... Is...

- Is he... ?
- Uh...

- Should I give you two a minute?
- No, no, no.

- Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
- No, no, there's no need.

No. Um...

Dr. Woods slept in that bed right there.

I slept in this one right here.

I have to explain on-call rooms

- to my mother, I'm so sorry.
- Dr. Woods?

- Doctor Ross Woods?
- Yeah.

You operated on Kathy Fox yesterday.

Wait, I'm sorry.

This is the case that you're here about?

You were talking to
hospital's lead counsel

- about Ross?
- I'm sorry. What, what case?

Oh, my God, are there no
other hospitals in Portland?

I have been trying to gather information

about Kathy Fox's
death, and it seems that

the powers that be are
determined to stop me.

And, in actuality,

they appear to be protecting you.

Would you be willing to have
a private conversation with me?

No, no, no. Ross...

Her client is suing you.
Do not say a single word.

Wright.

- Hi.
- Do you have anything for me?

Yes, uh, actually, I do.

Initial info on candidate number two,

- Cooper Bloomfield.
- Hmm.

Two pet ferrets, a 1968 Volvo

and three prior convictions for
shoplifting in Arizona in 2004?

Under the name Cooper Bloomfeld.

So, I guess he's off the list?

You know who's never shoplifted before?

My mom. And I think that...

- Hold the elevator!
- ... she's coming right now.

- Hi.
- Good morning, Todd.

Beverly.

- Beautiful morning.
- Gorgeous.

- So gorgeous.
- Mm.

_

- Todd...
- Yeah?

You did not speak to
Beverly Crest, did you?

Did-did you say anything embarrassing?

Todd, I am this close

to getting my name above the letterhead.

Yeah, of course not. Wait,
was that Beverly Crest?

- You know, she's a lot shorter than people say she is.
- Todd...

Don't worry, okay?
You're gonna get the job.

Okay.

Hopefully.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

We have officially rejected
the hospital's settlement offer,

and I have just filed a
medical malpractice claim.

Okay, so now the onus is on us to prove

that Woods was negligent rendering care.

Yes, and that that
negligence resulted in injury.

Where are you on that?

Ryan signed releases for his
mother's surgical records...

But surgical records are
aggravatingly hospital specific

and notoriously hard to decipher.

Should we reach out to a medical expert?

We have a medical expert.

Allison. She just won't talk to me.

So what we need is another
expert at that same hospital.

- I might have the perfect person.
- Hmm.

Dr. Diane Young?

She and Dr. Woods both
work with the ML6000 robot

to perform gallbladder surgery,

the same operation
Ryan's mother died from.

Let's set up an appointment.

Dr. Young, I'm just
so scared of surgeries

and going through with it.

It's a minimally invasive
laparoscopic surgery

and recovery time is rarely
more than a week at home.

You'll be fine, Ms. Wright.

Wonderful.

But I-I did see that there are
other surgeons at this hospital

who perform the same,
the same operation.

There was an ad for a... a Dr. Woods?

I can't comment on another doctor,

but I can say I'm the
one leading the labs

instructing the other
doctors on the ML6000 robot.

Great. Okay, um...

There's a rumor about Dr. Woods,

that he lost a patient
to this same surgery

with the same robot this week.

I also heard a rumor...

about a lawyer asking questions.

I am just protecting my
client who lost his mother.

I-If you could just take a
look at these surgical notes...

You need to go through
the proper channels.

I am being blocked by
the proper channels.

Dr. Young, you seem like
a woman of integrity.

Is there anything you can
tell mem off the record,

to shed some light on Dr.
Woods and his surgeries?

I wasn't here when the patient died.

But... off the record...

if I was having this surgery,

I'd trust the doctor who leads
instructions on the robot,

not someone who flunked
nearly every lab.

2:47 p.m.

Looks like we are landing at a building.

Residential.

Elmira Howard?

Subject is going to the apartment

of an unknown woman in
the middle of the day?

Hi, there.

Hello, my succulent little hedgehog.

Got here soon as I
could. I've missed you.

He missed her?

I knew it.

He's going on a date
with my mom tomorrow,

but today he's having a tryst
with a secret daytime lover?

This is "situation
Harry" all over again.

You know what? I am going in

for visual proof and verification.

Slimebag.

Todd?

Ah, bathrobe. I mean, uh, uh...

Gus.

What are you doing here?
Are you following me?

I think the real question

for your succulent little hedgehog is

what are you doing here?

I'm here to water a succulent.

It's a plant.

Elmira calls it her hedgehog.

Aha! Elmira. The other woman.

Elmira is an 80-year-old
paralegal at my firm

that lets me use her shower

when the plumbing is
out on my houseboat.

- Oh.
- And in exchange, I water her plants.

So, might this be about
your mom and our date?

Or are you here just to
ogle me in Elmira's bathrobe?

What? I'm not ogling. No one's ogling.

You're not not ogling.

Look, I am just...

doing my due diligence.

I am a PI and she is my mom,

who's been through a lot recently.

Okay. You know what? Let's
go grab a bite to eat.

Come on, we can chat,
you can get to know me

a little bit better, huh?

Yeah? All right.

Uh, I-I'll put some pants on first.

Okay.

Wasn't ogling.

Allison.

Mom, what are you doing here?

You wouldn't answer your phone,

so as your mother,

I am required to come find you.

Why are you in the
surgical waiting area?

I am on a break and I'm waiting
for a friend to finish up a surgery.

Uh-huh. Not Dr. Woods.

The man who... Ugh.

They let him operate again?

You know, this might
surprise you to learn,

but I've also lost patients.

And it sucks.

But that doesn't mean
that we're bad doctors.

Well, I just spoke to Dr. Young

and she said that Dr. Woods is sloppy.

- I would take her with a grain of salt.
- Really?

Yes. She wants to be chief of surgery

- and Ross is the favorite candidate.
- Mm.

Allison...

are you sleeping with him?

Have you left sweet Chuck?

- What is going on?
- Why are you suing a doctor?

- Well...
- It feels really gross

that you're doing that to one of us.

My client lost his mother
in a routine surgery.

This was preventable.

Someone has to hold
Dr. Woods accountable.

Okay, but, Mom, this
isn't a cover-up, okay?

Ross is crushed by what happened,

and you're making everything worse.

Fine.

Then if you'll just tell
me exactly what you think...

No, no, no, no.

I'm not your medical information ATM.

You can't just put in my code
and find out whatever you want.

Dr. Grant?

Ross' patient didn't make it...

so he won't be able to join you.

Oh, no.

Your Dr. Woods has now killed
two people in less than 24 hours?

He is grossly incompetent.

Allison, if we don't stop
him, he will kill more.

Mm.

- Hot wings are so refreshing.
- Yeah.

It's like napalm in my mouth.

They call this "the truth serum plate."

- It's so hot, it burns through any resistance.
- Oh, yeah?

Well. I can't really see anything.

But, uh, let's give it a try.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- You ready?
- Sure, go ahead.

How do you feel about
me dating your mom?

Fine.

Um, how many firms you
work for the last ten years?

Three. How long you been a PI?

Five. Years.

Have you ever been convicted
of a felony in Colorado, Utah...

- ... and/or, uh, Mississippi?
- Can't recall, but no.

Is your "folksy charm" thing real,

or is it just an act to,

- you know, disarm people?
- Real.

How do you stay so fit when
all I see you eat is garbage?

Spin class. Tonsillitis, twice a year.

And, you know, mysteries excite me.

Supercharges my metabolism.
Favorite authors?

Larry McMurtry. Anne
Tyler. Bruce Jay Friedman.

Okay, okay...

No, no, no. Not-not the water.

- Drink the milk.
- Okay.

And here. Have some bread.

Thank you.

You know it's just a date, right?

There's no need to panic.

But is this really what's
got you all wound up?

You got trouble at work?

Yeah, no, well, um...

my mom has a tough case
and she's running up

- against the medical industrial complex.
- Oh.

Yeah. Classic stonewalling.
I've been there.

Had a class action suit last year.

Hospitals are very powerful businesses

with bottom lines to protect.

So it all comes down to money.

It comes down to what makes them money.

A doctor, a particular specialty,

a gadget no one else has...

They're always trying to protect

whatever it is that keeps people
walking through those doors.

That is...

- good to know.
- Right?

So the hospital is shielding
whoever generates the most revenue.

- Mm-hmm.
- That makes sense.

- You came up with that by yourself?
- Um, yeah.

- And at this hospital that thing is the robot.
- Dr. Woods.

No, it's Dr. Woods.

They won't give me his
records without a subpoena,

they won't let me talk to him,

and they let him perform
the exact same surgery

less than 24 hours later.

Their moneymaker is Dr. Woods.

Yes, but he performed the same surgery

with the same robot each time.

A robot that they spent
millions of bucks on,

had all their surgeons
trained on, advertise with,

and are about to launch a
huge marketing campaign around.

How do you know this?

Because I'm an investigator?

And trust me, if word gets out

that there's a "deadly robot,"

- this whole hospital will go...
- Please,

don't say "kersplitzo."

I don't like it.

Okay, so what we need to know now is

who made the error,
Dr. Woods or the robot?

Okay, first of all, I was
about to say "kablamo."

And second, do we have a robot expert?

I mean an expert about
robots, not an expert robot.

That'd be awesome.

As a matter of fact, we do.

Well, good.

The surgical error rate of our
robot is 1/10 of one percent.

The robot is a medical marvel.

And with its simulator,

surgeons can practice
until they're competent.

I currently have the highest
simulator scores in the hospital.

Mm. And Dr. Woods, as
you suggested earlier,

did not have high simulator scores.

I shouldn't say this,
but I want to help.

He sacrificed a second patient

because his own ego couldn't take it.

Would it be possible to
see this medical marvel,

- the robot?
- I'm sorry. It's kept in the surgical suite.

And only surgical personnel
are allowed access.

Excuse me, I have a
consult in five minutes.

Okay. Thank you.

The robot is basically a computer,

which means every surgery
is probably in its memory.

Uh-huh, and if we can
access that memory...

We can find out

if the robot or the
human made the mistake.

But how can we access the memory

when we can't even get into the room

where the, where the robot is?

Hold on, Todd is coming
back with something, with...

What is it?

I have an idea.

Your idea is a gurney?

I cannot believe I am doing this.

I feel ridiculous. Ooh.

But you look fantastic.

Just keep telling yourself that.

Why do I let you talk
me into these things?

Well, you know,

if you don't like it, maybe
I can start working with

some cooler lawyers at the firm

who would maybe be more
into this sort of thing. Hmm?

What are you talking about?

Don't be ridiculous.

You are dead. Remember that.

I am not dead. I'm in disguise.

- Selma Nusbaum?
- Mm-hmm.

For the hysterectomy?

Hysterectomy?

Yeah, she's just a little bit nervous.

Uh, uh, surgical amnesia is...

Take her into OR Three.

We'll be back from lunch in a bit.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

I-I don't want to lose my uterus.

Keep it up, it'll be your vasectomy.

- Whoa.
- Wow.

Okay. No direct eye contact.

We don't know if it's
been fed yet today.

Okay, we're in.

All right, there should
be a panel on the back.

Open it and slide out the motherboard.

Okay. Panel on the back...

Okay, I got it right here.

Todd, Todd, it's alive. Be careful.

Okay, uh...

Okay. Got it open. Now what?

Ow! I think it got me.

That's a blade!

The hard drive is on the top left.

Top left?

- Hurry.
- Pull the tabs,

- and it should pop right out.
- It's moving, Lyle!

Hurry, Todd.

- Looking good. Okay.
- Hold on.

- I got it.
- Okay. They're gonna be here any second

to take your uterus out.

I got it. Okay.

Let's go!

- Come on.
- No, Todd!

Oh, oh, God.

Oh, Todd, Todd.

Turn around, turn around.

- What, did it get me?
- No, no, no. Honey,

- I can see your underwear.
- Oh, come on, Mom!

This is the robotics
expert I hired to help us

extract and interpret
information from the ML6000.

Pleasure to meet you. I'm Kyle.

Kyle?

So the hard drive contains

detailed information for all
the surgeries and simulations

in the last six months.

Dr. Woods removed two
gallbladders this week.

Cholecystectomies.

And in both, he accidentally
severed the hepatic artery

and the patient bled out.

Which is consistent with

errors made in his most
recent simulator practice.

So it was Dr. Woods' fault.

And will you testify to
that, Kyle, in a trial?

A-And would you testify
in a pile? Or on the Nile?

Or would you actually
testify with a smile?

Todd, stop. Thank you, Lyle, Kyle.

Um, did you have the file? Oh, damn it.

Oh, oh, don't be in denial.

Lyle. Kyle.

You're right.

He is quite annoying.

Quite is right.

Ms. Gallagher.

Mm, Ms. Wright.

Let's talk about the
hard drive of the ML6000.

I don't know anything about that.

Oh, well, a hard drive
is a font of information.

This is a full report
on Kathy Fox's surgery.

- Every detail.
- How did you get that?

Dr. Woods nicked the hepatic artery.

Both times.

And this isn't just an error

he's committing on his own patients.

He made the exact same error
in his last practice surgery.

He is dangerous.

Shut it down.

Uh, I need to talk to the board.

Take your time.

I have dinner plans tonight.

But if I don't hear from you
first thing tomorrow morning,

I'll be happy to tell the whole city

about your hospital
and Dr. Woods's record.

Good night.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You didn't answer my
texts, so I didn't know

which one you wanted...
turkey or meatball?

I'm, uh...

I'm not...

I'm suspended.

Wait, I thought that the
hospital was settling.

They were... until your mother raised

the specter of a class action lawsuit.

Al, this is likely the end of my career.

I'm so sorry. I...

I mean, no. Come on. Hey.

Every doctor gets sued at some point.

You know, this isn't quite

what I thought being a doctor
would be like when I was a kid.

Yeah.

You thought that you would be...

The Biggest Hero.

Yeah.

Wow.

Do terrible puns run in your family?

That was a good one.

- That was a really, really good one.
- Yeah, it was.

Yeah.

So...

you're separated?

But not divorced.

Okay.

That's meatball.

You know me very well.

- Yeah, I do.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, it's finally happening.

- We are on the date.
- Ah.

- I will drink to that.
- Mm-hmm.

I have to say that I
am very impressed with

this clean, ironed shirt.

Oh, th... No, this shirt is toast.

No, I mean, it's, it's literally toast.

Burned it with an iron.

Okay.

So I have to know.

The car. The pizza car.

Oh, God.

Hot & Fresh?

What is that?

Well, my daughter and I...

Sorry, um, to interrupt,
but something has come up

with the hospital and we need

- to figure out a plan ASAP.
- Todd?

- We talked about this.
- Talked about what?

Wait, you two talked?

He's been following me to
make sure I mean no harm.

Oh, Todd.

- We talked about this.
- No. No.

I'm not here because of your date.

And I wasn't following him for you.

I was following him for...

- ... Crest.
- Oh.

For Crest? For Beverly Crest?

Yes. Look, I'm vetting all
the potential named partner

candidates for Crest.

And...

she made me promise not to tell you.

- Is this true?
- Yeah.

She let me know I'm in the running.

I was gonna tell you during dinner,

but it slipped my mind.

A named partnership slipped your mind?

Well, I get these offers all the time.

It doesn't mean anything.

And I don't know,

a small part of me wondered if we might

get a kick out of working together.

With you as my boss?

Well, I didn't think of it like that.

Me working under you?

I have given my life to this firm.

Why would she even consider you over me?

Oh, so you don't want to work together.

Well, I've seen you work, Easton.

A drunken rhesus monkey with
a law degree could do as well.

A rhesus monkey? Slow
down, there, Wright.

I was never gonna take a job

at some rinky-dink third-rate firm

- in Portland anyway.
- Hey...

- Rinky-dinky?
- The rinkiest.

- How dare you?
- What?

- Do you even know...
- Your lead investigator

- is your own son?
- ... who I've represented?

I don't know why I'm
being brought into this.

That's penny-pinching
nepotism if I ever saw it.

- This date is officially over.
- Wait, hey...

Oh, come on.

Officially.

Fine.

See you around, kid.

I cannot believe that she would
vet outside counsel over me.

And use my own son to help?

I mean, it is a total betrayal.

And I can't believe that you lied to me.

Look, I feel awful, and
I-I'm sorry for that,

and for, you know,

raining on this whole
parade here tonight.

I guess some things
just... weren't meant to be.

- Oh, could this night get any worse?
- Um, well, actually,

the reason why I was
coming here was because

the hospital has withdrawn
their settlement offer.

What?

So...

do you want to get this food to go,

or you want me to just eat it here?

I don't understand.

They wanted me to sign so badly before.

- What changed?
- Well, the hospital submitted proof

that your mother ate after midnight,

the night before her surgery.

They have this receipt from Quality Pie.

What does this have
to do with her surgery?

Your mother had strict instructions

not to eat after midnight, so...

- But-but she didn't
eat anything. - I did.

We have no way to prove that, Ryan.

So... So, it's... it's my fault?

No. No, no, no. This is not your fault.

It's okay.

I mean, poor Ryan. I
should've invited him.

He's had dinner every
single night of his life

with his mother, and...
now he's eating alone.

Like Chuck.

Thank you. That is helpful.

I still can't believe you left him.

I don't want to talk about this.

You know, Mom said it might be 'cause

of some hot doctor at the hospital?

The robot killer guy?

Is that true?

You and, uh, McMurdery? Together?

- Todd.
- Oh, my God. Ross is my friend, okay?

Since residency, a group of us
have gotten together for dinner

every other Thursday, and that is it.

I'm so sick of this.

You know, there are
certain parts of our jobs

that you civilians
will never understand.

- Us civilians?
- Like when you lose a patient?

And then you have to immediately
move on to the next patient

because if you don't, then you
might have two dead patients.

Has Dr. Woods talked
to you about the deaths?

Yes, of course.

He is beside himself with guilt,

replaying the surgeries
over and over in his head

wondering if maybe he
did something wrong.

I'll need you to testify to
that. No, that is not happening.

I am done being your medical Google.

Todd, as we discussed. Do it.

Do what?

Mm...

- Mom's cloth napkin.
- Allison Grant.

You have been served.

Sorry.

Do you solemnly swear to tell

the whole truth and nothing
but the truth, so help you God?

- I do.
- You may be seated.

Dr. Grant,

on the night of April 7,

you were with Dr. Woods.

Did he comment on the
surgery he had just performed?

I do not recall.

You do not recall?

Mm.

Oh, I see. Uh.

Well, may I remind you that
lying is perjuring yourself?

You may.

All right, then. Lying
is perjuring yourself.

Did Dr. Woods...

I don't know. I don't remember.

I don't care. Does that help?

Allison, this is a court of law.

Your Honor, this seems odd.

The witness is the
opposing counsel's daughter.

Ms. Wright, can you reign this in?

Dr. Grant, would you,
uh, tell us, please,

the exact nature of your
relationship with the defendant?

We are both physicians

at Oregon Medical Science
Hospital, and that is it.

But you are sleeping at the hospital,

in close proximity to Dr.
Woods on a regular basis,

despite having a husband

that you have abandoned at home.

Is that correct?

I'm not answering any
of these questions.

Uh, Your Honor, permission
to treat the witness

as a hostile daughter.

I mean, uh...

her... her as a hostile witness.

Okay, we are not sleeping together.

I don't know the state
of my marriage right now,

and I cannot recall exactly

what Dr. woods said to
me about the surgeries.

Allison, this is perjury!

- You told me...
- Fantastic.

I'm perjuring myself. Send me to jail.

Three square meals, and a nice warm bed.

Bring it on.

Did Dr. Woods confide in you

that he felt his actions may have
led to the death of Kathy Fox?

- I plead the Fifth.
- That is not appropriate here.

The daughter... witness
will answer the question.

Ross Woods is a great doctor...

... and a great friend.

And if it weren't for him,

I don't know that I
would be a doctor today.

And you can subpoena anybody else

in our residency dinner group,

and I'm sure they would tell
you the exact same thing.

Wait a minute.

Your residency dinner group.

When did you say the exact date was

- that you last met?
- I don't know.

Sometime last month. March...

- March. March what?
- March 9. March 9.

Your Honor, I need a brief recess.

Okay, well, I'm not coming back

up here, so you'd
better be done with me.

You will testify when I say
you will testify, young lady,

and until then, I am
done with her, Your Honor.

I am seriously done with her!

Great.

Mm.

This is actually pretty
thorough and well organized.

What is this? "Gus Easton looks like

Ryan O'Neal in a bathrobe."
How would you know that?

Look...

The evidence is right there
and it is crystal clear.

Your best candidate
has been here all along.

Are you speaking to
me as an investigator

- or as Margaret's son?
- Either way.

Oh, and, uh, your French
fake luxury goods case

is tied to a local
business here in Portland

that's changed names and
addresses three times in a year.

Seems like a tax dodge,

nonsense foreign shell corp thing.

So, second-guess that case.

I got to go, but...

Check... mate.

That's a fourth-dimensional
chess move. So...

Hmm.

Mom.

Todd, listen to this.

On March 9, the robotic
surgery simulator log

shows Dr. Woods failing
a practice surgery...

at the same time he was having

that residency dinner with Allison.

I mean, I understand hiring a
ringer to help you ace a test,

but why have someone fail it for you?

But who would go to all the trouble

to make Dr. Woods look
like a bad surgeon?

Dr. Young.

And if Woods was being
considered for chief of surgery...

And was the favorite...

Then we have motive.

But cheating a simulator is one thing.

How do you get Dr. Woods to make
a mistake on an actual surgery?

With the ML6000.

The robot.

Your Honor, for the record,

I object to the trial
being moved to an OR.

This is highly unorthodox.

Overruled, again.

- Ms. Wright?
- Thank you.

Dr. Young,

I understand you've
been doing telesurgeries

as charitable outreach...

Chad, Syria...

I work with nonprofits that
bring lifesaving remote surgeries

to underserved populations
across the globe.

Uh-huh, and when you perform

these remote surgeries, where are you?

In the OR, right here in Portland.

Here?

While controlling a surgical robotic arm

halfway around the world?

That's right.

Uh, Dr. Young, are you
ready to demonstrate

how you control this
robotic surgical arm?

Not sure what this is
going to prove, but I am.

Of course.

Now, can you show us, please,

how you raise the surgical arm up?

I move my thumbs...

... like this.

Wow.

And now, can you make
the blade arm go down?

I said make it go down, please.

- Is something wrong with the robot?
- Uh...

It's-it's not following my commands.

Oh, okay. Uh...

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

But, um, this live feed
is a demonstrative exhibit

that will prove our case.

So these are my
colleagues, Lyle and Kyle.

And as you can see,

they have an ML6000
controller of their own.

Now, let's try this again.

Okay. Dr. Young, can you please
you take your hands off the control?

Thank you. And raise them in the air.

So your hands are straight
up... Great. Great.

Now, Kyle,

can you make the blade
arm go down, please?

As you can see,

Dr. Young is no longer in control
of the robotic surgical arm.

So one of the little-known
security features of the ML6000,

that we've only ourselves
just now discovered,

is that every time a
new controller is used

to operate the robot,

the robot stores the IP
address of the controller.

So just now, when we hacked

the robot using our own controller,

uh, the robot recorded the IP address

of our server at the law firm.

Objection.

What does this have to do with...

When we went back and examined

the last two surgeries of Dr. Woods,

guess what we discovered
buried in the lines of code?

A new IP address attached
to an unknown controller.

And that IP matches

your home Internet address, Dr. Young.

She murdered two
patients and tried to ruin

Dr. Woods so that she
could be chief of surgery.

You-you killed my patients?

- Objection!
- Diane, how could you?

- Objection!
- Diane!

Order. Order in the court.

Bailiff, take Dr. Young into custody.

We are taking this case
back to the courthouse now.

- $3,000,000.
- Well, you deserve it.

And your mother would
be so proud of you.

You helped me.

You found out what happened to my mom.

Well, I'm honored that you asked me.

And should you ever
need anything else, Ryan,

you know where to find me.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

- Oh, come here. Come here, can I?
- Yes. Oh.

- Good luck, Ryan. Good luck.
- Thank you.

I'm sure that the
hospital will reinstate you

- immediately, you know.
- Mm, I don't know.

After all this, I might
need a little break.

I, um...

I understand that.

Shall we?

Excuse me.

Mr. Easton.

I think I'm, uh, buying you lunch.

- Oh, really?
- Mm-hmm.

And to what do I owe this great honor?

Well, I think I kind of
screwed up your dinner date

- the other night.
- Aw.

Beverly Crest screwed up
my dinner date that night.

Well, don't worry.

I put in a good word for you.

- Oh, thank you.
- Now, onto lunch.

- Shrimp salad in the cafeteria?
- Ooh!

- Your favorite?
- I'd be delighted.

Great, just need a small bridge loan

- to make that happen.
- Oh, Todd.

I'm joking. I mean,
I'm not, but I could be.

You know, it's just for $28 dollars.

I'm joking. But also, I'm not.

Okay. Uh, you're paying.

- Not joking.
- All right.

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