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I'll get a caregiver,

someone who could be with him
when I'm not.

What about you?
What about your job?

What about your life?

This is not
a long-term solution.

He's trying to sue me
to make a quick buck

off of the hospital.

It'd be my word
against Pawel's.

A respected physician's word
against a con man's?

The guy's a freaking menace.

Am I gonna die?

I must've done
something wrong.

Sometimes,
patients don't survive.

But it's the burden we bear.

You promised me.
You said you could save him.

I thought I could.

So what's this one?

Ginger chamomile.

I like it.

- Really?
- Mm.

How much?

I mean,
words just can't begin to--

It's Med.

Why? You're not on call.

No idea.

Ripley.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, now's--
now's not a great time for me.

Isn't there anyone else
you can call?

I'm on my way.
- Aw.

Norovirus hit
the night shift.

They're short.

That's not fair.

We finally get
a night together.

Yeah.

But... to be continued.

Definitely.

Loren, talk to me.

42-year-old male.

Impalement injury
to the abdomen.

Vitals are stable. GCS 14.

He's conscious
and able to communicate.

I gave him
100 mics of fentanyl en route.

What did he get impaled on?

You ready for this?

Voilà.

- Is that--
- Yeah, antlers.

He shot the animal
and tripped trying to move it.

Payback. It's payback.

Give him
another 50 of fentanyl.

X-ray. Lateral torso, please.

It's--it's--
what do they call it?

Karma?

Just take it easy.

We're gonna take
good care of you.

Bilateral breath sounds.

Give him a gram of ceftriaxone.

150 milligrams
of metronidazole.

X-ray.

Am I gonna die?

No.

But you are gonna need surgery.

Looks like the antlers go
all the way into the back.

All right, we're gonna
take you up to the OR

where we can put you to sleep,
have this thing removed,

and see what we need to fix, okay?

Will you let them know
that we're coming up?

Loren, you're with me.

Bambi's revenge.

Yep. Yep. Yep, I'm awake.

Good morning.

Now it is.

Here.

Thank you.

You're a lifesaver.

I know.

How was your night?

Ah, above average.

Hmm.
I'd love to hear about that.

But Maggie is asking for you.

Of course she is.

Yeah. Come on.

Ripley? You're on deck.

What's going on, Maggie?

High-risk prisoner
coming in from Statesville.

High-risk?

Yeah, violent offender.
Anthony?

Doug Green,
injured in an altercation

with another inmate.

Contusions, facial fractures,
broken ribs.

You're going
to treatment four.

You get all the fun.

You give him anything
for the pain?

There was concern
he was drug-seeking, so no.

Joe?

Keep getting those good grades, yeah?

Make something of your life.

Mr. Green, I'm Dr. Ripley.

I'm gonna take care of you.

Wha--

Do you know where you are?

The dentist?

No, you're in the hospital.
Do you know why?

I got that damn COVID again.

All right.
Cut it out, Green.

Be straight with him.

I don't like you.

Officer, can I have a word?

Keep an eye on him.

How about
you remove those shackles?

Can you work around them?

- It's a hassle.
- But you can.

Shackles stay on.

Why?
That guy's not going anywhere.

Don't let the act fool you.

Green is
a cold-blooded murderer,

and he's a lying
son of a bitch.

Mr. Goodwin,
you need to take smaller bites.

And maybe if you sit up
a little straighter--

Leave me alone!

I'm just trying to help you.

You treat me like a baby.

- Thanks, Mike.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, when's chow time?

Pretty soon.

Well, this confirms
his prison X-ray.

Ribs are fractured.

He's legitimately in pain.

25 of fentanyl.

Let's get some ice on the face,
draw routine labs,

and see when we can get him up
for a pan CT.

Got it.

When's chow time?

Just ignore him.

We'll get you
something to eat.

How'd you get hurt?

He provoked a fight.

Who keeps talking?
Yakety-yak!

You're not fooling anyone.

His hands aren't bruised.

Doesn't look like
he threw any punches.

Well, maybe he wanted
a beatdown.

Get a hospital vacation.
Happens all the time.

- I'll be back.
- Hmm.

Morning.

Hey. Good morning.

How, uh--how's it all going?

Well, I'm not getting
very much sleep.

You know, I hear Bert get up,

start wandering
around the house.

I have to go
put him back to bed

two to three times a night.

Oh, man.

He's starting
to have trouble eating,

yelling at the caregiver,

and he can't take a shower
by himself anymore.

I'm sorry.

You know, I think
about a facility, Daniel,

but I don't know.

It's so hard.

You remember
the kind of man he was--

a great father,
teacher, beloved coach.

I sure do.

And, you know,
after all he put me through,

it still feels like
I'd be throwing him away.

I don't know.
Let me go to work.

- You hang in there.
- Okay.

Here you go. Here's two.

Crockett.
- Hey, Mags.

You heard anything
from Bill Storch, Colin's dad?

All right.
Well, let me know if you do?

Hey, I know it was tough,
sending that little boy home.

Yeah.

All right.

Dr. Charles,
we got a patient from DOC.

Ooh, man. I can see that.

Yeah.

The guy got life 50 years ago

for some
pretty horrific crimes.

He was brought in today
with injuries from a beating.

They don't look severe,
but there's another issue.

He strikes me as demented.

Well, a long stretch
in the prison system?

Not the best way to, you know,

maintain
one's mental faculties.

The guard says
he's faking it,

and that's certainly possible.

I mean, convicts have
been known to lie.

You ever hear
of Vinny "The Chin" Gigante?

Mafioso, used to wander
around Greenwich Village

in his robe and slippers,
trying to convince the Feds

that he was non compos mentis.

It was hilarious.

Anyway, you get a CT yet?

Scans are ordered.
He's in the queue.

CT is gonna give us
the best idea,

but I'm happy to have a chat
in the meantime.

Give me a couple of minutes?

- I'll shoot you his chart.
- Thank you.

How's our antler guy?

Mighty Nimrod?

He'll be okay,
but that's one rack

he won't be hanging up
on the wall.

Hey.

So I gotta get
the bird back in the hangar,

but we still good
for snow crab tomorrow?

Uh, can't wait.

Loren gets
that trauma fellowship,

I know who will be
a happy woman.

Should be hearing soon.

Uh-huh.

Mr. Green?

Morning, Officer.

Mr. Green, I'm Dr. Charles.

I was hoping we could have
a little chat.

Yakety-yak.
Don't talk back.

Psychiatry.

Here we go.

Do you mind if I just get
a few minutes with the patient?

I call the shots
when it comes

to this jackass, Doc, not you.

Whatever you wanna chat about,
you do it in front of me.

Okay.

So, Mr. Green, I understand

that you were injured
in a fight.

A fight? If you say so.

You don't--
you don't remember?

Yeah, I remember.

Okay, well,
can you tell me what happened?

A fight, like--
like--like you said.

Yeah.
- Okay.

So how long
have you been in prison?

I'm not in prison.

Go ahead and
tell them what you're in for.

Don't you wanna know
who you're dealing with?

Tell them what you did,
you remorseless prick.

Go ahead.
- Okay, give me a break.

Why is he talking
to me like that?

Mr. Green,
don't worry about him.

Don't worry about him.
You're talking to me.

Don't worry about him.

Who are you?

Katherine Walker,
20 weeks pregnant,

lost her balance on the stairs.

GCS 15. Good vitals.

Possible fracture,
lower right leg.

Okay, on my count.
One, two, three.

She's been dizzy,
short of breath,

throwing up a lot.

Oh, God, her leg.

My boyfriend, Derek.

We splinted in the field.

She says she still has
fetal movement.

No abdominal trauma.

Make sure my baby's okay.

I'm going to, Katherine.

I'm Dr. Asher.
Let's get her some fluids.

Right.

Needles.

- Honey?
- Why don't you sit down?

Okay, I'd like to get
a chest X-ray

and an AP on the leg.

Check the baby.

I'm about to.

X-ray.

The chest looks good.

X-ray.

Okay.

Well, your leg isn't broken.

This is a pretty,
pretty nasty contusion, though.

Okay, I'm gonna check
the fetus now.

Doctor told me years ago
I couldn't get pregnant,

so we weren't using
birth control.

This baby's a miracle.

Yeah.

Kind of a surprise.

Okay, I am seeing abnormally
high levels of amniotic fluid

called polyhydramnios.

Likely why you're
short of breath and nauseated.

The position of the head
and the heart is--

is a little off.

Because she fell?

No, this is something
that was happening before.

- What was happening before?
- I can't tell yet.

We'll need you to get a formal
ultrasound and a fetal MRI.

Do whatever you have to,
but please,

you've gotta save this baby.

Excuse me.

Okay, so he is either

the greatest actor
since Marlon Brando

or he's, you know,
not only got dementia,

he's pretty deep into it.

If so, why hasn't
he been diagnosed?

Mitch, prison health care?

I mean, not exactly
concierge medicine, right?

So this patient
from corrections,

what's happening?

Waiting to get him up to CT.

Well, I can't
have these officers

impeding flow in the ED.

Or that.

I'll call radiology
and see if he can cut the line.

You expedite his treatment.

If you can't admit him,
then send him back.

I don't have enough
to worry about.

Hey, get me CT.

Hi, Katherine, Derek.

This is Dr. Marcel.
- Hi.

He's a trauma surgeon.

I'd love for him
to take a look at your leg.

May I?

It looks even worse.

Yeah, compartments are tight.

Pulse is still palpable,
but barely.

Okay.

So, Katherine, the MRI showed

that the fetus has
a diaphragmatic hernia.

That's an abnormal opening
in the muscle

between the chest
and the abdomen.

It's a congenital malformation.

Congenital?

You know, I think my sister's
baby had something like that.

Really? You never told me.

It's not like
it would come up.

We never even
talked about kids.

Well, we've only known
each other for five months.

It's kind of like we just met
and then this happened.

Well, the good news is,
a surgical procedure

will allow for you
to deliver a healthy baby.

I don't understand.

You mean a surgical procedure
before I give birth?

- Mm-hmm.
- On the baby?

Yes, a fetal surgery.

We have a surgeon who
specializes in this procedure.

He'll make a small puncture
into the abdomen and uterus

and treat the fetus inside.

Oh, God.

I've already spoken with him,
and he suggests

that we proceed
with the procedure immediately,

given the size of the hernia.

Unfortunately,
as a result of the bleeding

to the muscle of your leg,
you have

what's called
a compartment syndrome.

It also needs to be
addressed immediately.

So we have to go in
and open the sides of your calf

to release the pressure,
and we'll do that

while Dr. Asher assists
in fetal surgery.

Two surgeries
at the same time?

Is that absolutely necessary?

Obviously it is.

I have a bit of a problem
with hospitals and stuff, okay?

How did you think
we were gonna have a baby

without going to the hospital?

Yes. I'll do it.

- Great.
- Okay. All right.

All right.
We'll be back shortly.

Sharon.

Hey, Dennis.

How are you doing?

I'm okay.

You know,
Bert's been a handful.

I guessed that.

I've been missing you.

Well, that goes both ways.

Look, I--

I'm sorry.

I realize having my ex
living with me

is not exactly
what you signed up for.

That's not
what's bothering me.

It's you not letting me
into this to help you,

you wanting to do it
all by yourself.

But it's--it's not like

I wanna do it
by myself, Dennis.

I just feel like it's not fair
to burden you with it.

Burden me?

You must not think much of me

to think that I'd be burdened
by your problems.

You know I think
the world of you.

Sharon, our relationship is
not just about the good times.

It's a partnership.

I know that.

Then invite me
into your life.

Dr. Archer, got one for you. Baghdad.

Howard, with me.

Dustin Norris, 20s,
fell off his scooter.

Possible fractured wrist.

Arousable but sedate.

The paramedic thought
he was on something.

- Dude!
- Vitals?

BP is a little low.
104/80.

Heart rate's high. 114.

Dustin, I'm Dr. Archer.

Oh, the man!

And I'm third-year
medical student Naomi Howard.

Oh, cute.

All right, can you turn
your head from side to side?

Uh, no problemo.

- Up and down.
- Yeah. Yeah.

C-spine's clear.

Collar can stay off.

Breath sounds bilaterally.

Did you hurt your wrist?

I guess.

Ow! What'd you do that for?

Dr. Archer needed to see
if you can discriminate pain.

Well, duh.

Dustin, you on any drugs?

You're not allowed
to ask me that.

Well, actually, I am.

So are you?

You tell me.

- Give us a urine sample?
- Mm-mm.

And I don't gotta pee either.

Howard.

Just give him a liter
of some fluids and he'll--

he'll pee soon enough.

Yeah.

Ugh.
Got all the winners today.

Got a contact for this clown?
- Yeah.

It's your friend Dr. Collins,
Sean's boss.

The guy's a resident
in her facility.

Let's give Margo a call.

This isn't one
of her success stories.

Yeah.

Whatever you gave me
for throwing up last time,

how about making it a double?

I'll check
with Dr. Washington.

I'm gonna beat this.

Yeah. I know you are.

All I can think about
is that kid.

Funny.

I never thought
I had it in me to be a dad.

Yeah, me neither.

That's fair enough.

Hey.

How's that prick who sued you?

Pawel?

I don't know.

Why do you care?

He went after you.

That's why.

Sully, just let it go.

You're letting him
get away with it?

What happened to you, man?

You used to be
the king of payback.

Mr. Sullivan.

Hey, Doc.

I understand
you had some side effects

after your first infusion.

Yeah. Out of both ends.

I'm sorry.

But I can help with that.

Well, I better,
or your friend here

is gonna give me a hard time.

Nah.

My boy's gone soft.

Mike, getting a picture
of that wrist for me?

Yep.

Well, Dustin, I guess
you did have to pee after all,

and lo and behold,

your urine tested positive
for heroin.

No, you must have mixed it up
with somebody else.

Yeah, I've heard
that one before.

X-ray.

Yeah, you got a broken wrist.
Colles fracture.

We'll get ortho down here
to check up on you,

and they'll probably
wanna put a cast on you.

Dean.
Dr. Collins and Sean are here.

Don't go anywhere.

- Hi.
- Hey.

So is he badly hurt?

He took a spill off
an e-scooter, broke his wrist.

Gonna give him a CT,
head and abdomen,

just to check all the boxes.

Was he high?

Sean, I cannot--

- He was.
- Hey, Sean. Sean.

Dustin. You swore to me.

Oh, Sean. Sean.

This is the third time.

Hey, hey, hey.
It's not the time.

You don't get it, Dad.

I believed you. I believed you.

All right, let's go.
Let's go.

Come on.
I need you to leave right now.

He's using again.

I mean, it's part
of the process.

It was with you, Sean.

- Hey, Sean.
- Sean, hey.

What's going on?
- Ugh.

Sean felt he had a bond with
this guy he's been sponsoring,

and he fell off the wagon.

Again.

Look, I need
to get into surgery,

but let me know
if I can help with anything.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Margo.

Dustin's X-ray.

There's something
in his stomach?

Yeah, looks that way.

Wanna tell us what it is?

Um, breakfast.

Okay, tell us
what it is, Dustin.

Let me guess. Bag of smack?

Didn't wanna get
caught with it?

Do we need to scope him?

I hate to do it
unless we have to.

Let's see if he passes it
on his own.

Keep him on the monitors

and track it
with the serial X-ray.

Little future advice--only food
belongs in your stomach.

Crockett?
- Yeah.

Yeah.
- You said you wanted to know.

Oh, no.

Oh, dear God.

- Kai?
- Hey.

Where's Crockett?

He asked me to cover for him.

Why?

He just said he didn't think
he'd be at his best.

What?

I don't know.

Man of mystery.

Don't worry.
He thoroughly briefed me.

Much more than I needed.
Way more.

Position of the fetus
is good.

Injecting roc.

Dr. Cho and I can't proceed
until the fetus is

thoroughly sedated
and not moving,

so you can start.

All right.

Making the medial incision.

Going to release
the superficial

and deep compartments.

Then I can get
some hematoma out.

Fetus is fully anesthetized.

Continuing hernia repair.

Evacuating the hematoma.

Ah, I love this part.

Good position
beneath the vocal cords.

And deploying.

The deployment looks good.

And I've got hemostasis.

Ready to close.

Mr. Green's head CT.

- Global atrophy.
- Yeah.

He's not faking his dementia.

No, sir.

With this degree of dementia,

Mr. Green doesn't belong
in prison.

Well, he doesn't belong
in my ED, either.

Where he belongs,
and many others like him,

is in a memory care unit.

I mean, I'm telling you,
aging prisoners with dementia,

it's really becoming a crisis.

Daniel,
you know that's not up to us.

You've treated his injuries.

Now he's the responsibility of
the Department of Corrections.

What will
late-stage dementia look like

for Mr. Green in prison?

As his illness progresses--

Dr. Charles, maybe you wanna
take it from here.

As he becomes
more and more disoriented,

he might forget
where his cell is

and the bathroom.

You know, he'll likely
become incontinent.

I mean,
I've literally seen patients

in Mr. Green's predicament
urinating on prison walls.

He won't be able
to feed himself anymore.

He will forget to wash.

And all in an environment

that punishes
for noncompliance,

an environment
that will hurt him.

Can't we recommend
he be kept out of gen pop

and put in the infirmary?

But all they'd really do
is just,

you know, strap him to a bed.

At least
he won't get beat up.

Yeah, my point is,
it's just not

a long-term solution, Mitch.

It sucks, right?

But the system
simply is not set up

to deal with prisoners
like Mr. Green.

Okay, so what would you
like me to do?

I suppose I could petition
for compassionate release.

Actually,
that would be great.

Unfortunately, as a prisoner
who is not terminally ill,

he simply won't get it.

Okay.

I do know the attorney general.

It's a long shot,
but I could give her a call

and see if she can
get him remanded

to a state mental institution.

Wow.

That absolutely
is worth a shot.

Thank you, Ms. Goodwin.
- Yes. Thank you, Ms. Goodwin,

I really appreciate you
making the effort.

I'm sorry.

I know
you didn't need this today.

Dr. Archer?

Please.
- All right.

Margo?

When did this start?

A couple minutes ago.

What's happening?

I'm sorry, man. I'm sorry.

I swallowed the dope.

What were you thinking?

Sean, give us some air, okay?

- Is that the pylorus?
- Yeah.

It's obstructing the stomach
from emptying.

Bag won't make it out.

All right,
we'll have to go get it.

Can you order up
an endoscopy, please?

How could you, man?

All those nights
we stayed up talking.

I know. I know.

All right, Sean. Let's go.

Let's go.

What if I don't want it
pulled out?

Well, you don't
have a choice.

I don't wanna get in trouble.

Dustin,
you can't leave it there.

Could burst in your stomach
and kill you.

Oh. Daniel.

The AG was apologetic
but said this isn't something

she could deal with quickly.

Frankly, I think she's just
afraid of looking soft on crime

in an election year.

Discharge him.

Sorry, pal.

That's it?

We're just--

we're just gonna
throw this guy to the wolves?

Unfortunately,
there are no good moves.

- That sounds like a cop-out.
- Really?

I guess I'm just confused

why Ms. Goodwin
seemed more willing

to try to help this guy
than you were.

I think it's probably because
she was indulging you a bit,

because she saw
how much you cared.

Mitch, I've been advocating for
prisoners with mental health--

Like you advocated for me?

Seriously?

We're going back there again?

I did the best I could.
I don't know what else to say,

except for maybe
I'm tired of apologizing.

And frankly,
I've been advocating for you

ever since you got here--
protecting you too.

And you know what?
I'm sick of it.

I'm done.

All right. Swallow.

Swallow. Okay. Come on.

Easy, deep breaths.

You got it.

In through the nose,
out through the mouth.

Good. Breathe.

And we're in the stomach,
and there's the bag.

Okay.
Sarah, grab this, will you?

All right.

Okay, I'm gonna snag it
with the snare.

Good.

All right, got it.

All right.
Endoscope's coming out.

Keep breathing.
Sarah, take that, will you?

There we go.

Yeah.

All right. Breathe. Breathe.

Good work.

All right. Good. Almost.

Okay.

All done.

Should I call security?

No.

Ah.

The bag is removed.

He's gonna be fine,
at least in that regard.

Where is it?

The baggie?

I disposed of it.

Well, you need
to get it back.

Get it back?

We need to give it
to the cops.

What?

- He needs to be arrested.
- Why?

'Cause that's the only way
he's gonna stop doing this.

Hey, this is not the place.

All right,
let me finish up with Dustin,

and I'll see you guys outside.

Hey, Maggie.

I forgot I have an appointment
at the DMV.

Shouldn't take too long.
Zach's covering for me.

Sure.

Come in.

Ms. Goodwin?

Oh.

Ah, Dr. Marcel.

I was told you took yourself
out of a surgery?

Now, that's not like you.

I learned that Colin Stewart,

you know, the young boy who
needed that liver transplant,

he died.

And then his--
his father, Bill...

Killed himself.

Oh, no.

Oh, Dr. Marcel,

I am so sorry.

I know this is a terrible blow.

Take all the time you need. Please.

Thank you.

The procedure went well.

We successfully deployed a tiny
balloon as a temporary fix

until the baby is delivered
and we can do

a permanent hernia repair.

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

Mm-hmm.

Guess I'd better get used
to hospitals.

What's with you
and hospitals?

I, uh, kind of had
a bad experience

when I was living in India
and my appendix burst.

India?

Her dressings look good.

Only a little strike-through.

Okay.

Katherine, can you
wiggle your toes?

Nice. All right.
Pulse is strong.

Color of the foot looks good.
Any tingling or numbness?

No.

Why were you living in India?

I was working
for a tech startup.

Okay.
Everything here looks good.

Thank you again.

Why didn't you tell me
about any of this?

We're gonna give you guys
some time to rest.

Any other countries?

Those two don't seem
to know much about each other.

Yeah, that's for sure.

Oh, man.
What are we doing?

What--where are we going? What?

Come on, man. What's happening?
What--what--

that's my lawyer!

That's my lawyer!

I have a right
to talk to my lawyer.

Let me talk to my lawyer!

I think it's time, Daniel.

This man can't get
the help that he needs.

But Bert can.

I agree.

I'm gonna go call the kids.

Sean, listen.

Uh, drugs are gone.

I disposed of them properly.

And in any event,
the cops won't bother

with such a small amount.

Well,
that's beside the point.

I mean, Dustin doesn't
need incarceration.

That wouldn't help him.

Helped me.

Never would have gotten
straight otherwise, right, Dad?

You? Okay.

But everyone is different.

And for some, it would only
make the problem worse.

Dad, why aren't you
saying anything?

What do you want me to say?

Zero tolerance is
what you always told me.

Well, maybe I look
at things differently now.

Because of her?

So Dustin gets a pass,
and I didn't?

- It's not like that.
- No?

You kicked me out of the house,
told me you never wanted

to see me again
unless I cleaned up.

I told you,
I'm not proud of that.

People can change, Sean.

Junkies cheat.

They lie.

And the only way they'll change
is if you lock them up.

Okay, I understand that
you feel betrayed by Dustin.

Yeah.

And by you.

Sean.

- Hey, Mags?
- Yeah.

Do you know
what's going on with Crockett?

Oh.

Leave it alone. Trust me.

Doris?
- Hmm?

- Cover for me?
- Sure.

- Thank you so much.
- Mm-hmm.

Did you hear how Bill did it?

Paramedics said
it was a handgun.

I know how he felt.

I didn't have a gun.

What?

I, uh--

I lost a child too.

Oh, my. I had no idea.

Yeah.

Harper.

Leukemia.

She died just after
her first birthday.

I'm so sorry.

What saved me was my work.

Work kept me going.

Has all along.

So when I sent Colin home

knowing he was gonna die,

it just put me
right back there again.

I felt that same sense
of helplessness.

Nothing I could do.

Death was coming,
and there was...

nothing I could do.

I guess it made me realize
the way I've been living,

working full-on
for years now...

I never really took the time
to grieve.

Grieve for my baby girl.

I don't know
what to say, Crockett.

I appreciate you, Maggie.

And I appreciate you.

See you tomorrow?

Yeah.

Lots of old folks.

Well, we're not
so young ourselves, Bert.

Yeah.

What are we doing here?

This is gonna be
your new home, Dad.

Home?

I have a home.

No.

There was a fire, remember?

And then you moved in
with me for a while.

Mr. Goodwin,
we're so glad to see you.

Can we show you your room?

I wan--I wanna go home.

They'll take really good
care of you here, Bert,

in ways that we just can't.

They'll cook for you.

They'll clean for you. Everything.

Ms. Goodwin says
you like to swim.

We have an indoor pool.

You can--you could use it
all year long.

We also hear you love chili.

That's what we're having
for dinner.

Chili...

I think
you'll like it here, Bert.

Give it a try, Dad.

I--I--I don't think so.

Don't worry.

He's gonna be fine.

Uh, let us show you
your room.

I'm sure you're gonna
like the view.

Are you coming?

We'll see you soon.

Michael's picking up David
at the airport,

and then they're on their way.

Your sons are coming.

I know.

I'll drop by the house later.

Please.

Love you.

I love you.

Thank you for coming.

Thank you for asking.

Dr. Ripley, we have incoming.

Naomi, with me.

Juliette, talk to me.
You're going to Baghdad.

55-year-old male,
Pawel Wapniarski,

facial contusion, significant
trauma to the left knee.

Gave him 4 milligrams
of morphine in the ambo.

Emergency contact's on her way.

Said he'd been assaulted
by a masked assailant

with a baseball bat.
- I was attacked.

Dran!
- X-ray.

Mitch, you can't treat him,
not with your history.

- I can do the intake.
- Thank you.

Uh...

yeah, give me an AP
on his knee.

Clear.

X-ray.

Yeah, it looks like
the patella is comminuted.

We're gonna take you to CT,

then the orthopedic surgeons
will most likely

take you to surgery.

You'll be okay.

Yeah, I'll never be okay.

Maggie, let CT know
we're coming.

You got it.
Let's go. Let's go.

Boze. What happened?

He did this.

What?

'Cause I win the case.

- Did you?
- No.

You did. Didn't you?

- Lili.
- Look, he's not a good person.

Let's take a beat, okay?

You always take his side,
not mine.

Dr. Ripley.

You got anything to say?

Why didn't he say anything?