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BP's dropping.

- He's bleeding.
- I can fix this.

Can you believe it? It's
finally fucking happening.

Yulia's tracheas,
they're defective.

Sorry.

Just wait a little bit longer.

Okay.

You were right about
him, about all of it.

Andy Beyene.

He just died.

I wanna see it... his trachea.

I wanna see it with my own eyes.

Now, when you remember this day,

will you feel shame?

Don't have a solution.
Welded wrong.

Clearly not working.

I don't have a solution.

Welded wrong.

We have to change the material.

Clearly not working.

What of the ones we
used on Mr. Beyene?

The endoluminal
surface is barren.

We should be seeing anastomosis,

blood vessels developing
around the implant.

It looks like the
trachea ate away

at the surrounding cartilage.

Here, take a sample
of the tissue

near the left main bronchus.

Oh, holy...

That's advanced
degeneration. Necrosis.

We'll test it.

You test it all you want.
That is rotting flesh.

I tend to agree.

I see no evidence of
vascularized neomucosas.

This is... this is gross.

Stay with us, man.

Just be quick, please.

We need to be out before
the morning shift.

- Shh.
- Hmm?

Okay, go.

The stem cells, they
were supposed to...

they were supposed
to come alive.

It's a bad time to find
enlightenment, Lasbrey.

Come on, let's go.

Anders, breathe.

I'm good. I'm fine.
I'm totally fine.

Nate, look.

It's barely attached.

He coughed the damn thing loose.

How the hell was he breathing?

Oh.

All right, pal.

Just keep an eye on that door.

Hedley's already got
a hard-on for us.

The last thing we need
is for him to find out

we went behind...
- Wait, wait, wait.

Ah, shit.

Ah.

Yahoo. Can you go like this?

Like that? And then.

Macchiarini. Did
you see the email?

Yeah, we've worked
around the clock for...

we still don't have a solution.

The material because these
are clearly not working.

Are
clearly not working.

To change the material
because these...

clearly not working.

I got you, you son of a bitch.

Yo, time's up, toots.

No, no, no, I found something.

You said you needed two hours.

You're rounding up to six.
- Yeah, yeah, but hold on.

Hold on.
- You gotta get out of here

before the morning shift.

Listen.

Yeah, we've worked around
the clock for two weeks,

and we still don't
have a solution.

And I'm very unhappy.

When I felt the tracheas,

they were completely
welded wrong.

They dried out too quickly.

They were like the ones
we used on Mr. Beyene.

Yes, I mean, definitely, we
have to change the material

because these are
clearly not working.

His tracheas don't work.

They don't work,
and he knew, Kim.

B, you don't work,
not here, not anymore.

They don't work, and he
kept putting them in people,

in real people,
in Hannah Warren.

I thought it was just me,
but it's his patients too.

Fuck, Kim, the fog. The fog.

This is the way out.

I have to expose him.

Okay, you can expose
him all over the place,

but right now, the "Today
Show" people are coming in,

and if anyone sees you...

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, what time is it?

Oh, shit.

I gotta go. I gotta go.

Sorry. Sorry.
Thank you so much.

- Wanna run the noble gases?
- Nah, I got it.

Lizzi!

Sorry, guys, I don't
know what happened.

One minute it was
midnight, and the next...

Mom, it's fine.

Your hair looks
really cute today.

Did you finish your homework,

'cause I could check
it for you before...

oh, honey, I know it's
your day to bring snacks,

so I got a whole assortment
of different muffins and...

We picked up some on the way.

- Oh.
- Sorry.

No, no, no, no,
no, that's great.

I appreciate it.

Bye, love.

Mom! Mom!

Sorry. Sorry. Okay.

Go ahead and give the extras
to your teachers or classmates

or whatever.

All right. Phone?

Keys?

Look, this is
completely unacceptable.

This is why we have protocols.

You're the head of security.
You tell me how it happened.

I don't care what was signed.

Was it worth it?

Oh, the entire posterior
quadrant is ruptured.

Trachea ate its way right
through his goddamn neck.

We have the samples

I smuggled out from the autopsy.

I can run most of
the tests myself,

but some I need to
send out to the labs.

We should have results
within a few weeks.

Sure.

Is it Hedley?

He can threaten disciplinary
action all he wants.

We have the science on our side.

No, it's not Hedley.

It's just this...
it's all too familiar.

Yesim.

Ah. Any word?

She made it through her
transplant in the U.S.

Donor lung, donor trachea.

But after everything
she's been through...

Tracheas were just
the beginning.

We had more organs
ready to go...

animal testing,
prototypes, all of it.

- Where?
- Russia.

In a lab overseen by you.

I'm here now.

Yeah, and your sudden
urge to give back

is truly inspiring.

"Two months after
transplantation,

"the patient is asymptomatic,

breathes normally,
and is tumor free."

Anders, this is
what we published.

Our names are on this.

After what we just saw...
we have to expose him.

How many papers has
Macchiarini published

since his time at Karolinska?

Six, with more in the pipeline.

Uh...

No, that's fine.
Just use my wall.

Macchiarini used
these publications

to build his name.

Perhaps they'll
lead to his ruin.

Six papers, three patients

from here on out known
as patients A, B...

Ah!

Sorry.

We'll repaint it later.

C.

We'll write our own paper.

A report

contrasting the
results Paolo released

with his patients'
actual clinical outcomes.

We show the discrepancies,
show that he knew, proving...

Fabrications. Falsifications.

Scientific misconduct
at the very least.

And we walk this straight
to the board of directors.

This implicates
Karolinska as well.

They'll try to bury it.

Yeah, and dig three more
holes while they're at it.

They'll crucify us.

Not if we do this by the book.

We keep the patient anonymous.

We'll need permission
from the families,

access to their files...

Karolinska will make
our lives miserable.

Hedley warned us.

Fuck it.

We see this through.

You wanna blow the whistle
on one of the most powerful

medical institutions
in the world.

Well, I'd rather take a
bullet to the back of the head

than get one of those tracheas.

All right, let's go,
before Macchiarini adds

another letter to our alphabet.

Open your eyes.

Yulia.

Welcome back.

Can you speak?

Say something.

Is... is it...

The operation is a success.

See, I told you.

I told you it
would go perfectly.

Aren't you glad that
you changed your mind?

Is it...

is it working?

Of course it's working.

Something's not right.

It hurts.

You have to remain calm, Yulia.

It will help you heal faster.

Yulia, everything is fine.

Will I be able to
play with my son?

Yes.

Everything is as it
should be, my dear.

Everything.

Paolo Macchiarini
is a con artist.

Google him, and you'll
find a sea of good press,

good intentions, a miracle man.

But it's all just a con.

This is a story about
who he really is,

and the more I
learned about him,

the more questions I had.

He left a trail of
bodies behind him

from Italy to London.

Before that, it was
Hanover, Germany.

Paris, France.

Every two or three years,

he suddenly relocates his work.

Why?

He's running,

trying to distance
himself from the lies

he leaves behind him.

House arrest...
charges of bribery,

extortion, except
none of them stick.

And it all comes back to
this little piece of plastic,

this little piece of plastic
that turns into a windpipe,

but none of it's true.

Here, here, listen to this.

Used on Mr. Beyene.

Yeah, well, definitely, we
have to change the material

because these are
clearly not working.

That man that he's talking
about in the video,

Mr. Beyene, died.

But Dr. Macchiarini
keeps on operating.

And I'll admit I bought
into this fiction myself.

I wanted to believe that he
was a man who could perform

all of these miracles,

but Paolo Macchiarini
is more mirage than man.

And this story proves

just how deadly a mirage can be.

There's a story here, all right.

I told you.

But it's not the
one you're selling.

Back in Detroit,
you and me and John,

we had quite the little
rivalry going, didn't we?

A three-way tug-of-war, and
you, you were merciless.

When you had a story,
you had a story.

You weren't sharing it,
let alone giving it away.

All these years, Percy, and
you really haven't gotten

any better at getting
to your point, have you?

Like I said, there's
a story here,

and there's a reason
you're bringing it to me,

to anyone, for that matter,
same reason you don't have

half the 27th floor of 30
Rock on this right now.

I feel like this is a much
stronger written piece,

and with your
magazine behind it,

I know we could...
- Bullshit.

You're neglecting your lead.

You, with this guy, that's
the story I'd publish.

Yeah, I don't know
what you heard,

but I have not...
- Okay, okay, fine, fine.

Let's break down
what you're pitching.

Synthetic tracheas, no one
gives a synthetic fuck.

Stem cells, people are either
for 'em or against 'em.

They don't wanna read about 'em.

He's... he's killing people.

Maybe, but at the
end of the day,

you don't have any proof
of what you're claiming.

Like you said, a
sea of good press

is all that I'm seeing.

Maybe no one has the balls
to print anything else.

This version of the
story is too complicated,

too medical.

We need a road into
this world, Benita,

and that boulevard is you.

Don't go there.

It's the only place to go.

Deception, crossed
lines, secret affairs...

I mean, that's the through line
to this other sciencey shit.

Am I wrong?

You wanna expose him, you said.

- Yes.
- To save lives.

Yes. That's what this is.

I have a journalistic
responsibility

to tell this story.

It doesn't seem you
were too worried

about your journalistic
responsibility before.

Thank you for your time, Percy.

Okay, let's review
complications.

Tussis.

- Patient A, yes.
- Patient B, yes.

Patient C... yes.

You spelled sepsis wrong.

What? No, I didn't.

Is that a P?

Don't worry about me.

Worry about patient A.

This is going to be hell.

Okay, tracheoesophageal fistula.

Patient A, yes.

B, yes.

C, yes.

Hey, Dr. Lakshmi,
I'm having flashbacks

to JV basketball here.

I'm sorry?

I can't seem to find
my name on the roster.

Nothing for you this week.

You've got me working six-day
shifts without any surgery?

So I'm, what, changing IVs?

Perhaps you can
help your colleagues

with their paperwork.

They're sticking us
in the rubber room.

It's not what it sounds like.

I've been on call
120 hours straight,

and all I'm doing is
other doctors' paperwork.

I'm clocking 110.

Honestly, I'm surprised they
even let me touch a case

since I came back from Russia.

I'm not touching
cases, only case files.

I haven't done a surgery.

I haven't done an intake.

I haven't seen a
patient's face in weeks.

I received notice today
my emails are under audit.

What does that mean?

They're tracing back
through every email

I've sent and received
over the last two years.

I expect you two will be
receiving the same request.

What are they looking for?

Slip-ups, mistakes, breaches
in patient confidentiality,

whatever they can find
to justify our dismissal.

All this extra scrutiny,
the unending hours...

They're trying to break us.

Is it working?

The sooner we
complete our report,

the sooner we can get
back to our regular work.

Patient A, tracheal materials
were made from POSS-PCU.

But Paolo found the initial
materials to be too dry,

so patient B was pure PET.

Time-out.

Pure PET?

Where are the trials
to back that up?

You switched materials
between Beyene and Lyles

without any prior
testing in place?

We switched materials
with every patient.

- B?
- Yes.

More tea?

No, I do not want
hot plant water.

The fuck do you think coffee is?

Who keeps opening the window?

It's 30 degrees in
here. I need air.

If it's 30 degrees, then...

Don't make a Celsius joke.

You should be cold.

Oh, my God, you live in Europe.

You live in Europe.

Sweet baby Jesus,
my seven-year-old is

better behaved than you two.

He's so stubborn.
It's ridiculous.

Oh, no, she just gets pissed

when she doesn't
get what she wants.

Nathan, stop.

You've been difficult
enough on her.

Why are you always
sticking up for her?

She's the reason
we're in this shit.

What's done is done.

We can't continue on like this.

Thank God.

Hello.

We need to get out
of this apartment.

That can't be.

What can't be?

I had Macchiarini's stem
cell solution tested.

The lab found elevated
traces of TGF beta 3.

No, that's a mistake.

It's right here in the labs.

What is it?

It's a growth factor.

But it's barred for
use outside of the lab.

- It's a known carcinogenic.
- Jesus.

Who on ethical approval board
would have allowed this?

They were probably
all just as blinded

by the miracle man
as everyone else.

They have no idea
what they approved.

Ministry of Health.
How can I help you?

Hi, yes, I'd like
to speak to someone

in permits and approvals.

Yes, I'm... I'm looking
for an application

for ethical permission.

Dr. Paolo Macchiarini
out of Karolinska.

No, that can't... are you sure?

Where are you located?

To the Karolinska

Board of Directors,

we hereby request...

No, demand.

No.

We hereby demand a inq...

Investigation.

No.

An investi...

Do you want me to type?

When I'm in need
of numerous typos,

I'll be sure to let you know.

Investiga...

I would have chosen a
different font, but whatever.

What...

gation.

"It is our opinion that
these articles neglect

"to address the fatalities

"associated with
these procedures

"and omit the majority
of complications,

which these patients
have endured."

"We have analyzed
the medical records

"of three patients transplanted
with synthetic trachea

"and compared them
to the outcomes

published by Dr. Macchiarini."

"The claim that a
synthetic tracheal implant

"can develop into
a functional airway

is unsubstantiated
by our findings."

"We found that all
six articles contain

falsified information."

"That crucial data had
been omitted or"...

There was no ethical approval.

- What?
- He never applied.

Didn't even try.
He just skipped it.

That's impossible.

You can't... that's...
that's the first step.

You can't conduct studies...

that's... that's felony.

You can't...

You can't, but he did.

Everything he did
to those people,

everything I did...

Can I have a drag?

Actually, I don't smoke.

Neither should you.

What's the matter with you?

I started back up in Russia.

Vodka and cigarettes.

Only way to stay
warm... stay numb.

- Hey, so...
- Don't.

I keep thinking about
Beyene on the table.

I saved him.

My first operation with Paolo,

and everything went
wrong until I stepped in.

I was brilliant.

I spent days studying the
science, his physiology.

I hear it's called preparing.

Maybe it would have
been better if he died.

Then none of this
would have happened.

How can I still
call myself a doctor

when I think like that?

There was a moment
in the OR with Yesim.

All those surgeries...

I started to lose track
that she was real.

We're all animals after a while.

Body parts, organs, meat.

I couldn't shake the feeling

that I was some kind of butcher.

And I... pushed things further.

I crossed lines that I
didn't ever think I...

The more I tried to save
her, the less I could.

None of it had anything
to do with him.

We all get lost
in the dark, Ana.

And there will be
time to grieve,

you know, to figure out
how to forgive ourselves,

but what we're doing,

this could help
set things right.

But in order to do that,
we need you with us.

Got a minute?

How's school?

You guys still working
on the periodic table?

They didn't invent some magical
new element to rewind time,

did they?

'Cause there's a few things
I would do differently.

Okay.

You know, we are gonna
talk about this, right?

Maybe not tonight, maybe...

at some point, we're
gonna talk about it.

I know these last few months
have been really hard.

And I'm sorry, but I'm
trying.

It's just... it's not
easy to untangle your...

Papa?

Mom...

Mom, give it back.
- He's been texting you months?

I don't... I
don't even answer.

- Lizzi...
- Please...

How could you talk to him
after everything he did to us?

I don't even text
back. Give it.

Okay. Nope, sorry.
You lost your phone.

You lost your laptop.
You lost your iPad.

It's all mine now.
- Mom, you can't do that!

Yes, I can do that.

None of what he's
saying is true.

They're all lies.

So? All you ever
do is lie to me.

I lie to you? How
do I lie to you?

Well, about Dad,
about how sick he was.

And you lied to Kim.

You think I don't
see this stuff?

Mom, I'm not blind.
I know you did.

All he ever did was lie.

Every goddamn word out of
his mouth was a lie, Lizzi.

You think he cared about you?

You think you're special? No.

He's got women all
over the world.

He's got little Lizzis
all over the world.

You're not special.

We were never special.

Well, no turning back now.

I'll make the personal
delivery to Hedley's door.

You're a very gifted doctor.

There will be
other opportunities

far away from the polar circle.

I was the right hand to a fraud.

My most notable paper is a sham.

No serious institution
will ever touch me.

Oh, I wouldn't be so sure.

How many researchers publish
a revolutionary thesis,

then succeed it
with a new treatise

that's designed to
dismantle that very thesis?

It shows versatility.

Huh?

This will make a difference.

It has to make a difference.

My last patient in Russia
was a young mother.

Her name's Yulia.

He was going to put
one of those in her.

I convinced her to
wait before I left.

Wherever she is, this Yulia
owes you a debt of gratitude.

You didn't just save a life.

You saved her from a
fate worse than death.

Gentlemen, we have had a
tremendous breakthrough

that will help us not
only to enhance one's life

but to extend it.

Here she is.

May I present the
beautiful Yulia Tuulik,

the very first recipient
of a bioartificial implant

here at this facility,

and with your
generous new grant,

the first of many to come.

Yulia.

Here.

Death came for Yulia
after a tragic accident,

but little did death know

that he messed with
the wrong Russian.

Oh, gentlemen, come on.
You're making her afraid.

I'm not afraid of anyone.

Mama.

- Sasha.
- Mama.

See? This.

This is why I became a surgeon.

Through all the delays,
through all the setbacks,

moments like this keep me going.

And I promise you I...

I will never stop.

Andre.

This man hurt a lot of people,

and they deserve the truth.

My daughter deserves
to know the truth.

So I'll give you the story.

But you leave her
out of it, all right?

Lizzi is off-limits.

Paolo loved playing the martyr,

the selfless doctor

who was, you know, so
busy, so caring, so lonely

without a bed to call his own.

But it couldn't have been
that much of a surprise.

Meaning?

There were plenty of signs...

your wedding, celebrities.

I mean, drown me in wine,

you could maybe
feed me that one,

but the Pope?

I did my homework.
It happened before.

For two divorcées,
a non-Catholic?

Paolo knew people
at the Vatican.

You still believe that.

It's so easy sitting
in that chair,

never believing it
could happen to you.

Paolo could make any
person in any room

feel like they were
the most important soul

in the entire world to him.

It's a really wonderful
gift for a doctor

and a potent weapon.

Once someone believes that
you mean something to them,

they just let their guard down.

They trust you.

That's why so many of
Paolo's patients trusted him.

And why you trusted him

that night at the Russian hotel.

- I never told you about that.
- He operated on you.

He probably saved your life.

You talked to him.

I'm obligated to get
both sides of the story.

You know that.

He said you contacted
him from the ER

when you had your episode.

Of all your friends,
your colleagues,

you chose to call him.

Why?

I was scared.

And I felt really vulnerable
'cause I had just lost John.

Paolo made you feel safe.

At the time, he did, yeah.

You loved him.

I did.

He offered you
security, stability,

then he took it away,

just like your father.

Excuse me?

He kicked you out, your father,

right after your mother
ran out on your family.

It's understandable
why a man like Paolo

would fill a paternal
void for you.

But then he turns out
to be just the same.

Man after man, betrayal
after betrayal,

after all that, one can imagine
you might want some revenge.

Go fuck yourself, Percy.

Any intern doing a
five-minute background on you

would find this, and
you're smart enough

to know that.

Ana.

Paolo.

I'm so happy to see you.

I have to admit
that your departure

was a complete surprise for me.

I just feared I would never
have the chance to thank you

for everything you've done.

I...

I've encountered many
surgeons over the years,

but you?

You possess something that gets
driven out of most doctors.

Imagination.

Oh, yes, you do.

I realized that
the moment we met

because you reminded me of me.

I'm nothing like you.

I read your report.

You and your partners
crafted quite a page-turner.

I'm just surprised that you
would go so far to undermine

what you and I built together,

after all that you
have sacrificed.

But that's why I'm here today.

Karolinska has given me

the time to refute
these allegations,

the opportunity
to defend my name.

To defend what, a lie?

That's all it ever
was, and you know it.

I always thought you understood.

Why else would you cheat?

Why else wouldn't you seek...

Ethical approval?

Because my surgeries were vital
to saving patients' lives.

A loophole.

Loophole?

Our entire history is
built on loopholes.

On lines that we must
be willing to cross

so that we can give
desperate people a chance

when no one else will.

That's compassionate use.

There is nothing compassionate

about what you do.

You know, I meant to tell you

Yulia sends her greetings.

She's doing exceptionally well.

She's back home
in St. Petersburg

with her family...

with her new trachea.

No.

You almost had her convinced,

but luckily, she
changed her mind

before it was too late.

Dr. Lasbrey, we have a
few questions for you.

Would you come with us, please?

Ciao, Ana.

It was a mistake.

I don't know what I
was even thinking,

why I thought this would work.

We've seen it happen
over and over.

People who try to speak
out, to tell the truth...

They're the ones who
suffer in the end.

Heads down, mouths shut.

That's the moral of
the fucking story.

The system is rigged.

Good people, they
learn to stay silent.

And men like Paolo, they win.

- Not always.
- Maybe.

But this time.

You want me to come over?

No.

I think I need to be
by myself right now.

Okay. Try to get some sleep.

Okay.