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- Previously on Do No Harm...

- I live with an alternate personality.

He comes at 8:25pm and leaves at 8:25am.

- I think a lot of strange things

Happen when you're around.

But one day, there are gonna be consequences.

- People rely on you. I've made allowances for you.

- Sorry, mom. Rehab's just not for me.

- I don't have the new drug yet, but I'm close.

- I don't want to control him anymore.

I want to eliminate him.

He's gonna come for you, Olivia.

And if I can find you, so can he.

- Promise me you'll be good for Julie, okay?

I miss you too, baby.

But I'll be back first thing in the morning,

Before you even wake up.

Mommy's meeting an old friend. [Knock at door]

I gotta go, little man, but I love you lots, okay?

[Softly] Yeah, I love you. Bye, baby. Bye.

- Olivia, get me out of this chair.

Do you understand me?

I want you to untie me, Olivia. Untie me right now!

- ¶ Earnest man, you've been talkin' ¶

¶ Droppin' lines hoping I'll bite ¶

¶ Earnest man, you've been stalkin' ¶

¶ Feedin' lines hoping I'd bite, I said ¶

¶ Ooh ooh, I can go all night ¶

¶ Fisherman, you know where to find me ¶

¶ Ooh ooh, I can't hide ¶

¶ Fisherman, you know where to find me ¶

¶ Earnest man, you've been stalkin' ¶

¶ Droppin' your, droppin' your lines ¶

- Lena.

Hi. - Jason, hi.

- I stopped by your building.

Your doorman said you were out here.

- Did he give you my credit card info too?

- No, it's not his fault.

I was--I was very persistent.

You look really good out there.

You know what you're doing.

- I was trying to, uh, clear my head.

Is this about a patient?

- No, it's about this--

Skinny vanilla latte, extra hot.

I didn't know about the rowing, but I know you like this.

- Thank you.

I actually, uh-- I stopped drinking coffee.

I switched to green tea, exercising more...

Getting rid of anything unhealthy in my life.

- Sure. Well...

I figured I at least owed you...

- Please don't say you owe me an apology.

If you say "I'm sorry" one more time--

- No, no, not an apology, just an explanation, all right?

- You don't owe me an explanation.

We're not dating. We're--we're not anything.

- And that's my fault.

Look, there's someone in my life

Who is complicating things for me.

And right now I don't know how to sever ties.

But if I did, if I could...

I would bring you green tea...

Every morning.

- Is there skim milk?

- Oh, yeah. Extra hot.

- Let's go to work.

Dylan Sayer, 32-year-old male,

Attempted suicide by jumping off of a building--

Shattered both legs,

Multiple rib fractures and a depressed skull fracture.

- You start anticonvulsants? - I did.

He should be fully loaded in about two hours.

- Okay. - Mrs. Sayer?

Hi, I'm Dr. Solis.

This is Dr. Cole. Both: Hi.

- Your husband's stable.

And once we get him out of surgery,

I think he should be fine.

I don't expect any permanent damage.

- How could this happen? Was he pushed?

Did he lose his balance?

I don't understand.

- Um, Mrs. Sayer,

Your husband tried to kill himself.

- What?

- I'm so sorry.

I know this is hard.

- No.

- Witnesses say they saw him standing alone.

He jumped.

- [Sighs]

No, this is all my fault. - It's not your fault.

These things happen. It's no one's fault.

- Your husband is in excellent hands, Mrs. Sayer.

- [Cries softly] This is all my fault.

- I'm gonna check in with-- - Jason!

- I'm sorry. Would you excuse me one second?

- Mm, yeah, sure.

- Are you okay? What are you doing here?

- We need to talk.

- Okay.

- We need to talk. - Yeah, yeah.

Come on.

Ian found you? - About a week ago.

- Olivia, why didn't you come to me sooner?

- Well, I thought I could handle it, handle him.

- No one can handle him! We both know that!

[Scoffs]

I'm sorry.

Did he hurt you?

Are you okay? - No, no.

I haven't even seen him.

There's been no direct contact, which is even worse.

It's like he's playing this twisted game.

He's dropping clues and trying to insinuate himself

Back into my life.

I didn't want to come to you with this,

But I need you to do something.

- I am. I am doing something.

I just need you to be patient and trust me, okay?

This doesn't happen overnight.

- Well, that is not good enough.

I need you to lock him up, starting tonight.

- I can't lock him up, Olivia.

He'll get out. That's what he does.

If not tonight, then next week or next month.

He'll start a war. Do you understand?

- Yeah, well, I can't run anymore, Jason!

- That's worse for you!

- I have built a new life, okay?

It's a small one, but it is all I have,

And I have got to keep it safe!

Just lock him up!

If he threatens me again, I will not come back to you.

I will hurt him.

- Hurting him is hurting me.

- I know.

[Knock on glass]

[Door buzzes]

- Hi, Donna.

I need to reserve an isolation room tonight at 8:00 P.M.

- Oh. Okay. - Thanks.

- Mm-hmm. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Dr. Cole, this isn't a restaurant.

Need a little more information than that.

- Okay.

- How mentally unstable is your patient?

Um, do they require a sitter? Are they on antipsychotics?

- Uh, very, probably, and, no, but he should be.

Look, do me this favor,

And I'll buy Tacconelli's pizza for your entire staff...

For a month.

- Oh.

[Keys clacking]

Room 510.

- Thanks.

Dylan, hi.

It's Dr. Cole.

We're gonna take you into surgery now, okay?

- I don't want to go.

- Well, you'll be able to see your wife soon.

She's here. You're gonna be okay.

- I don't want to be okay.

I wanted to die.

- Well, I'm really sorry, Dylan. I just can't let that happen.

Let's trim the dural graft to 7.5 centimeters.

- Yes, doctor.

[Monitor beeping steadily]

- Hey, Lena.

- Robert.

You didn't need to come down.

I just need a suicide eval post-op.

- That's not a problem.

And it's "Rob," by the way.

I was "Robby"

Until my fourth-grade teacher told me

I was too old for the "y."

- Oh. [Laughs] Sorry.

- So, uh, will I be seeing you at Dr. Young's

"Women Leading Medicine" dinner tonight?

- Yes. Unfortunately.

Yeah. - What--

No love for women leading medicine?

I mean, you are a woman leading medicine.

- This is true.

No, I-I-I just don't like,

You know, getting dressed up for bad buffet.

- Mm.

- And I'm scared of shrimp cocktail.

- Well, maybe we should brave it together.

Safety in numbers.

- Here you go, doctor. - Thank you.

Dr. Young.

- Hey.

Thank you.

Walk with me, eh? - Yeah.

- Um, I need a favor.

- I'm your man.

- I'm receiving an award this evening...

- I heard about that. Congratulations.

- Being honored as one

Of the distinguished women leading medicine.

- Hey, you deserve it.

- Whatever. - [Laughs]

- There would never be a "Men Leading Medicine" award.

It'd just be an award, right?

- You're right, but any press is good press, right?

- Right, which brings me to my point.

I know you're not available tonight,

So I wasn't even gonna bother you,

But I need you to make my introduction for the award.

- I don't understand.

- Well, my husband was supposed to,

But he had to back out--

Last-minute endocrine conference in Zurich.

- Well, I'd be honored to write something.

- So you'll Google me for the minutiae.

- Sure. - And I'll see you tonight.

- Uh, yeah, Dr. Young, I'm really sorry.

I mean, I-- what I meant was

I would be happy to write something,

But I really-- I really can't be there.

I'm sorry. Maybe Dr. Jordan could do it for you.

- If I wanted Jordan, I'd ask for Jordan.

I'd ask Jordan himself.

I want you, my star surgeon... - I understand.

- In person. - I'm flattered, really.

And there's nothing I'd like more than to help you out.

I just--I can't do it.

You know my nights are impossible.

- Jason, I ask so little of you, but give so much.

- Yes, you do.

- You have been given privileges

That no other doctor in this hospital,

I'd even say the country, gets--

Nights off,

Fully funded research lab, practically no oversight.

And I don't even blink an eye.

Generous, yes? - Yes, very--beyond.

- Okay. Then don't make me question

Whether the return is worth the investment.

- Vanessa, please, it's not that I don't want to.

You know I would-- - Black-tie, by the way.

- Do you really want to beg someone

To present your achievement award?

- [Scoffs] I wasn't begging.

Jason has other obligations.

- More important than this hospital,

More important than you?

- You do know how transparent you are, don't you?

- Well, you think you need him, but you don't.

That's all I'm saying.

[Woman speaking indistinctly over PA]

- I'm screwed both ways.

If I don't lock Ian up, then Olivia could get hurt.

And if I don't go to this event tonight,

Then Dr. Young--

There's gonna be serious fallout with her.

That means more scrutiny on the lab, less privileges.

- Scrutiny we can't afford.

We're making huge strides, Jason.

The last thing we need is to be under a microscope,

Especially with what I need.

I need a sample of Ian's spinal fluid.

We'll be able to get more catecholamines,

Serotonin, dopamine levels,

Highlight how your brain chemistry

Is altered during transformations.

- No, wait a second.

You're not gonna be able to get his spinal fluid

Without him knowing. - Ian's not a neurosurgeon.

We'll outsmart him. - Hey.

Don't ever underestimate him.

- All I'm saying is,

The sooner we get a fluid, the sooner we find the cure.

And Olivia will never have to worry again.

Jason...

Don't jeopardize the lab.

Don't lock him up tonight.

- Hello? - Olivia, it's Jason.

Do you trust me?

- What? - Do you trust me?

Ian...

I hate to ask this,

But I need you to do something for me.

I need you to be me for one night.

All you have to do is give a speech.

If you can do that, if you can help me,

I will give you Olivia.

[Classical music playing]

¶

[Rock music playing]

- ¶ I had a dream last night

¶ I was piloting a plane...

- Thank you.

¶ I'm running out of water... ¶

- Ahh. Hey, Uncle Pennybags.

Yo, slim.

You holding?

- Excuse me? - Cigarettes.

You know, smokes-- you got any?

- I'm a pulmonologist.

- So you don't smoke?

Never mind.

Ah!

Hello, dearest.

You know, I'd happily agree to your terms

And give your little speech if I thought

You'd actually follow through with them on your end.

But come on, how stupid do you think I am?

There is no chance that you're gonna give me Olivia.

And by now, you should know how I feel about being lied to.

So you just wrote a check that you can't cash.

But guess what. I'm gonna make you pay anyway.

Ooh.

Who is that?

- Meet my daughter, Abby. - Now, I'm no brain surgeon.

But that sure looks to me like the boss's daughter.

Me likey.

¶ I hope we still have a job tomorrow ¶

- Abby's on a Fulbright in Europe...

- [Sighs] - Genetics research.

- [Scoffs] Mother, please stop bragging.

- I'm not bragging, dear. I'm just proud.

- Oh, Abby, let your mother brag.

- Dr. Jason Cole. - Well, hello.

- You remember our CEO, Dr. Stephen Leopold.

- Please, call me Stephen.

- My man. Good to see you.

- Uh, this is my daughter, Abby.

- Hi, Abby. - Hi.

- Boy, you sure look like you could use a drink.

- Uh, no, actually, she's fine.

Why don't you tell Stephen about your recent work

With k-opioid receptor.

Dr. Cole has basically cracked the addiction gene.

- Whoa. I'm sorry. I just have to say something.

You have an amazing head of hair.

Let me guess--

You're not just the president, but you're also a client.

[Chuckles] Is this thing on?

- Dr. Cole, there you are.

Will you excuse us for a second?

- No? - Snafu with the lab.

- Excuse me one second.

What are you doing, and why are you touching me?

- Sorry, Jason, but you told me

To come find you as soon as I got here,

So we could go over your speech.

- Well, do you always do what I say?

- I'm just trying to be helpful.

- Great. Get me another drink.

- Dr. Cole...

Well, you actually showed up.

If I hadn't witnessed Young forcing your hand,

I might believe you were a team player.

- Being you seems exhausting.

- So...

Most likely to get drunk and hit on an intern--

Vasilo from Cardiology

Or, um, Hanes from Orthopedics?

- My money's on Hanes.

He has the tolerance of a 12-year-old girl.

- [Laughs] - Hey, foxy.

Want to play doctor?

- Jason, what are you doing here?

- I was invited.

- No, I-I just meant

I'm not used to seeing you at these events.

- I'm not used to seeing so much of you...

Either. [Murmurs approvingly]

- Lena, would you mind giving us a minute?

- Gladly.

You know what? I'm gonna go get us some drinks.

- Martini for me, please. - Listen, Jason...

- I know what you're gonna say, but before you do,

Will you grab one of those chicken things for me?

You are catering this event, aren't you?

- Wow. I knew you were cocky. It comes with the territory.

I just didn't know you were actually a dick.

- Ooh, I wonder if everyone here loves me that much.

- Look, maybe you're tired, had a long day in surgery.

But you're drunk and out of line,

And Lena doesn't deserve it.

So sober up before you talk to her again.

- You just told me what to do.

I don't like being told what to do.

You know why?

It makes me crazy. - Sorry. The line took forever.

Why do I always get stuck behind the two girls

Ordering mojitos, right?

- Just what he needs, more booze.

- Ahh. What is this? This tastes like water.

Why does this taste like water? - You need to hydrate.

Your speech--you know, the one your job depends on--

Is in a half hour. - Right.

Ooh.

- Don't even think about it. That is Dr. Young's daughter.

- Well, it's good to know she'll age well,

Not that I plan on sticking around.

- You're drunker than I thought.

- And you're smaller than I thought.

- Why are you looking at me like that?

[Bucket clatters]

- [Bangs on door] Jason!

Doorknob.

- [Sniffs] ooh.

[Sniffing]

Ahh.

- Doing blow at your mommy's lady-doctor dinner...

[Clicking tongue]

Personally, I admire a woman

With a deep appreciation for all things Colombian.

But how can I not narc you out right now?

- Don't say anything.

Not for my sake, but for hers.

It'll ruin her big night.

- Well, that's gonna depend.

- On what?

- On whether or not you share.

[The Black Keys' Gold On The Ceiling]

¶

[Chuckles]

[Both laughing]

[Chuckles]

You got it on your mouth.

¶

- ¶ Down in the waves

¶ She screams again

¶ Roar at the door

¶ My mind can't take much more ¶

- [Chuckles]

- ¶ I could never drown in

¶

¶ They want to get my...

¶

¶ They want to get my...

¶

- You're way too cool to be a neurosurgeon.

- Don't I know it.

- [Chuckles] I guess people are never what they seem.

- You have no idea.

- I mean, look at my mom.

She's so busy bragging

About this perfect family of hers that doesn't exist.

- Whoa, doll, why don't we not talk

About your mom right now?

Why don't we not talk at all?

- Yeah, well...

My mom and dad have not lived in the same house

In over a year.

- Is that right?

- No, he's not in Zurich.

He just bailed on her tonight because he wanted to hurt her,

Because nothing matters more to my mother...

Than keeping up appearances,

Especially mine.

- Yeah, listen, sweetheart, I don't really do tears.

So here we are--we're high. Let's just relax, enjoy.

- [Whimpering] I'm sorry.

She's just so frustrating.

- [Sighs]

- It's like everything has to be her way.

I even went into medicine because she wanted me to.

- Jason, there you are.

I've been looking all over for you.

- Hey, I am really happy to see you.

- You're supposed to be onstage right now.

It's time for your speech. - Right, my speech.

- Get dressed. I'll stall.

- Go. Stall.

Listen, I-I got to get out there.

Got a big speech.

Let me grab your panties.

Got your shoes?

- Yeah.

- How's my tie?

- Straighten it up a bit.

- The cards are in your jacket pocket.

- Careful with that.

Watch out for that. [Clicks tongue]

Hi, guys. Good evening.

How are we all doing tonight?

Welcome to "Women Leading Medicine."

I'm supposed to come up here and...

Basically toot Dr. Young's horn.

But now that I'm up here, I've been thinking about it.

I'm not really feeling it.

No, which is a shame too,

'cause I had the whole thing typed out.

Can you believe that?

[Laughs] Hang on to those, will you?

[Faint murmuring]

You see, it's about to get crazy in here.

I'm gonna go completely off-book

And tell you a little secret.

I'm not really Dr. Jason Cole.

- That's right. I'm not really Dr. Jason Cole.

[Gasps sarcastically]

I know what you're thinking.

"Sure you are Jason Cole."

"You're a surgeon at I.M.H."

"You believe in principles and morals

and values."

"You believe in sympathy and understanding,

that they outweigh the surgeon's knife."

"That you're more hippocratic than hypocrite."

But here's the thing.

I am really not the man that you think I am.

I...

In fact...

Well, none of us are who we think we are, right?

Not our doctors, our nurses, our smoking-hot candy stripers.

That's right-- I'm looking at you, ladies.

At I.M.H., none of that matters.

What matters at I.M.H. is something better,

That the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.

And for that, we have one very special lady to thank--

Dr. Vanessa Young.

Huh?

That's right.

[Applause]

Now...

Tonight I had the very special privilege

Of meeting Dr. Young's daughter--lovely.

She speaks passionately about her mom.

It was a no-brainer

Following in her mom's footsteps.

Her mother pushed her to succeed in medicine.

And that's what I'm talking about.

That's what separates Vanessa Young

From all the other doctors out there--that tenacity.

Whether it's a patient who needs a test approved

Or whether it's a doctor

Who needs to find some super hard-to-find

Doctor-y thing,

That's the woman that I want in my corner!

Can I get a witness?

[Cheers and applause]

That's right.

Right?

[Cheers and applause grow louder]

So...

Here's the thing.

At the end of the day, what have we got?

An overachieving, workaholic, role-model MILF

Who happens to sign my checks.

So, outside of martinis, Ducatis,

And the occasional lap dance,

That might be the greatest gift in my life.

So what do you say, ladies and gentlemen?

Why don't we put our hands together

For the woman behind the curtain at I.M.H.,

The Queen of the Thunderdome herself,

2013's Women Leading Medicine recipient...

[Imitating boxing announcer] Dr. Vanessa Young?

- That was brilliant... - Mm-hmm.

- Absolutely brilliant.

- Oh. [Chuckles]

You are so lucky they're drunk and in the mood to laugh

And even luckier that I'm a good sport.

Next time stick to the cards.

- Will do.

- Thank you.

Thank you all so much.

Thank you, Dr. Cole,

For so generously being here tonight

And keeping us all on the edges of our seats

With that thrilling speech. Heh!

I am so, so honored.

I would not be standing up before you now...

[Speech continues indistinctly]

- Olivia!

Olivia!

[Car horn honking]

Olivia!

Why are you running?

- I only came to show you that Jason meant what he said.

You did your part. Now Jason will do his.

Meet me tomorrow night at the Woolrich Hotel.

Go, please!

- I can't believe you're doing this for him.

- I'm not doing this for him. I'm doing this for me.

- Olivia.

Olivia!

Olivia!

- I had to promise the bartender free therapy

To crack open the good stuff.

- Thanks.

- You okay?

- Yes. Yeah.

- I guess I should be honest.

I've been trying hard to ignore the fact

That you've been staring at Jason all night.

I didn't think his offer to play doctor

Was a very good pickup line, but...

- Rob, I'm--I'm sorry if I've been rude.

- You haven't.

It's just...

I like you, Lena.

I have for a while now.

In fact, the nurses on the fifth floor

Have been pushing me

To ask you out for, uh, months, but...

- And it took

The Women Leading Medicine dinner to get you to do it?

- Some people are worth the wait.

- I'll have a single malt...

Neat.

Uh, actually, make that a double.

- Oh, my god!

Dr. Young!

Dr. Young!

- Excuse me.

Excuse me, please.

Abby! Abby!

Abby!

- Here we go. Let's get her into bed one.

Abby, I want you to concentrate on my voice.

Just breathe slowly, in and out.

There you go.

All right, let's get her up.

One, two, three.

Okay, Abby, everything's gonna be all right.

- Get me two large-bore I.V.S.

- Blood pressure-- 124/86.

- Pupils-- equal, round, and reactive.

- DTR is intact. - She's tachy--103.

- Give me a rhythm strip along with that EKG.

- Nurse, get that tox screen over here!

[Monitor beeps rapidly] - Left arm flaccid--paralysis.

Abby, it looks like you're having a stroke.

- Oh, my god.

- Kidney and liver functions-- normal.

Tox screen is positive for cocaine.

[Monitor beeping] - I knew it.

- Blood pressure's spiking. - Stroke's converting.

- All right, let's package her up, roll her into the O.R.

We'll get that artery open. - We should call Jason.

- Listen to me--Jason is in no condition to operate.

- Vanessa, I'm here. I'm gonna take care of your daughter.

Let's see the angiogram again.

- On the monitor. - MCA spasm just passed

The lateral lenticulostriate arteries.

Can you get in there?

- Walk in the park.

Advancing catheter

Through the femoral artery into the descending aorta.

Starting calcium antagonist infusion.

Laminar blood flow restored.

Good perfusion.

She's gonna be okay, Vanessa. - [Sighs with relief]

- [Gasps, exhaling sharply]

- Hi, you've missed me.

Leave a message and I'll call you back.

- Olivia, it's Jason. Call me back.

I need to know what happened last night.

Call me back, please.

Hi. Where the hell were you?

I tried calling you, like, 20 times.

- Yeah, Ian threw my phone in the toilet.

He's charming. - Oh, g--

Please tell me I still have a job.

What happened? - He gave the speech.

He got a standing ovation.

I thought we were in the clear, but it got complicated.

- What do you mean it got complicated?

- Dr. Young's daughter O.D.'d. She's in I.C.U.

- Oh, my god. - Dr. Jordan performed sur--

Jason, wait!

[Elevator bell dings]

[Woman speaking indistinctly over PA]

- Hey, we need to talk.

- Yeah, I'm sorry. I can't talk.

I got to check on Dr. Young's daughter.

- She's stable. B.P.'s well controlled.

Contrary to what you might think,

The hospital still runs when you're not here.

- Well, what was it-- am embolic stroke?

- Hey, you know why she stroked.

I saw the two of you sneaking out of that gallery,

You know, right before she O.D.'d.

- Look--

- Tell Young about your part in this, or I will.

[Woman speaking indistinctly over PA]

[Monitor beeping]

- Vanessa...

How's she doing?

- She's stable.

Ken saved her.

- I'm so sorry. I...

Should have been there.

- So should I.

- Last night I, um...

I did something I'm very ashamed of, and--

- You have nothing to be ashamed of.

Everything you said was true.

- No, no. I-I'm talking about Abby.

- So am I.

[Knock on door]

- Sorry to interrupt. Dylan Sayer's awake.

- Thanks.

Vanessa, listen...

- Go.

[Door closes]

- Hey, Lena.

- I've got a page. - Hey, listen...

Last night, if I said or did anything

That was inappropriate...

- Oh, you said and did plenty.

You were rude.

You were drunk and a complete, utter ass.

- Well, I-I wasn't exactly myself.

- Let me guess-- it was complicated.

- Yeah, it is complicated.

- It's because of that other woman, right?

You know, tall, blond, beautiful.

- No.

- She is the one you were talking about, right?

- No, no, that's...

That's Olivia.

We used to be engaged a very long time ago.

- And what happened?

- Well, I messed it up, as I usually do.

- That's funny, Jason.

I went with Rob last night just to distract myself.

I never--I never expected to like him so much...

You know, that things could just be easy.

- Well, he-- he's a great guy.

You deserve that.

- I do.

And you deserve to have things be a little--

A little less complicated. - Yeah.

- I hope you get that.

I do. [Elevator bell dings]

- Okay.

I'll see you.

Hey, Dylan, how you feeling?

Well, your cranial pressure looks good,

And your shunt's working fine,

So we should have you out of the hospital in a few days.

But I really want you

To continue seeing Dr. Harris, okay?

It's very important that-- - Why did you save me?

- Because it's my job.

Look, I know you don't feel this way right now.

But your life is very much worth living.

I want you to know that.

- My son died...

Car accident.

My wife was visiting her folks in Denver,

And I was supposed to drive Ben to soccer, but then I, uh...

I got stuck at the office, like I did a thousand times.

And, uh... I never saw him again.

My wife blamed me,

And I blamed me, and I just wanted it to end.

- I understand exactly what you're going through.

- No, you don't...

Not unless you hated yourself so much,

You jumped off a building.

- Well, I didn't jump off a building,

But I took pills...

A whole bottle of them,

When I was 19 years old.

I hated a part of myself that much.

- What happened?

- Well, just as everything was fading away, I, uh...

I realized I couldn't go through with it.

- Why?

- Because the part of me that drove me

To take those pills...

I couldn't let that part of me win.

You see, as long as I was alive...

I was gonna keep fighting.

- Promise me you'll be good for Julie, okay?

I miss you too, baby.

[Elevator bell dings]

Mommy's meeting an old friend.

I gotta go, little man, but I love you lots, okay?

[Softly] Yeah, I love you. Bye, baby. Bye.

- Let's kill Ian Price.

- I've numbed the back of my neck

With an anesthetic, so Ian shouldn't feel a thing, okay?

And this has been pre-rigged

To withdraw 3 CCs of spinal fluid.

Now, all you've got to do-- hold that--

Is line it up with the "X" on the back of my neck.

You see that? - Uh, yeah.

- Okay, it's easy.

You can do this, all right?

You're an artist. You've got a steady hand.

- And we--we can't do this when he's unconscious--

Just--just knock him out or something?

- I wish we could, but I need a biochemical profile

Of his conscious neurological state.

I'm sorry. You're the only person that can get close enough

Without arousing suspicion.

But if you don't want to do this,

If you're having second thoughts,

We'll think about something else.

- No, I don't want a temporary fix

And neither do you.

If I do this, we get rid of Ian for good?

- For good.

You get to move on with your life.

You said you were living with someone, right?

It's going well? Is he good to you?

- It's perfect.

You'd actually like him a lot.

- I'm sure.

- I'm doing this for him.

Let's do this. - Okay.

It's 8:24, so you might want to hurry.

- Yeah, okay.

- Hey. - Hmm?

- You okay?

- Not really. You?

- Not really. No.

[Shuddering]

- Hello, Ian.

- I didn't realize our little chitchat

Would include bondage.

- It's a precaution.

- Is it?

Why don't you loosen these ropes?

It's no fun if it leaves a mark.

- If you want to talk, then we do it like this.

- You lied to me.

Olivia, you should know how I feel about being lied to.

Now get me out of this chair. - I'm not gonna untie you.

- I was promised something, and this wasn't it.

- If you want to talk, then we do it like this.

- Was this the plan-- you and Jason?

- It's got nothing to do with Jason.

- This is what you decided behind my back?

The two of you plotting behind my back?

- Just calm down. - Was that the plan, Olivia?

Just you and Jason behind my back?

Let me out of this chair, Olivia!

Untie me right now!

- [Breathing heavily]

[Grunts]

- Oh!

Holy mother, that hurt like hell.

I think you missed your calling, slugger.

- Don't you know how scared I am?

- You don't have to be afraid.

- Why wouldn't I be afraid? - Okay.

We'll do this your way.

Whatever you need to feel safe, in control.

- I am in control. - Are you?

A bat and some rope doesn't give you control.

- Stop talking.

- I know why I'm really here, Olivia.

You miss me.

- Oh, this is--

- It's okay. I missed you too.

I've been trying to tell you that.

- By stalking me and scaring my kid?

- Cole's not scared of me.

Matter of fact, he's crazy about me.

You know why?

Little boys love their fathers.

- Cole is not yours. - Really?

Then why haven't you told Jason about him?

Must be some reason.

Don't worry.

I haven't told him either.

See, that was the thing, isn't it?

The problem was never us, was it?

It was always Jason sticking his nose where it didn't belong,

Trying to keep us apart.

Olivia...

I loved you first.

- Stop it.

- I know that you've been thinking about me,

Dreaming about me. - Stop it.

- I know exactly what it feels like

To dream about someone that you can never have...

To miss someone so much that you...

Create them in the dark-- their skin, their smell.

- Stop it.

- Being locked up for five years was hell.

But the worst part...

Was being away from you.

I love you, Olivia.

Look at me.

Olivia...

Look at me.

Come here.

I love you.

I always have.

You love me too.

Say it.

You don't have to be afraid of me.

- I'm not afraid of you.

I'm afraid of myself when I'm around you.

I can't be that person again.

Don't you understand that?

[Whimpers] Good-bye, Ian.

- Olivia.

Olivia.

[Gasps, exhales sharply]

[Door opens, closes]

- Morning.

- Ruben, where's Olivia?

- I don't know.

- What? Well, did she--

- She didn't get it.

- [Sighs]

- Where are we going, mommy?

- Somewhere safe.

Come on.