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[gentle pensive music]

[gentle pensive music continues]

[Man, narrating]
People die.

You may think you can
control when or where

or how it happens,
but you can't.

When your number is up,
your number is up,

and there's nothing
anyone can do about it.

-[Doctor] Charge.
-[electrical buzzing]

It's over, Jack.

I've lost patients before,

seen them die on my table,
under my knife.

I'm sorry, Jack.

But I've never lost a friend.

I lost Clayton at 6:32 a.m.

on Thursday,
the first day of November.

There's not much
I can tell you about that day.

I don't know if he woke up
that morning

thinking he might die.

I only know the day started
much like any other day,

and that he was probably
thinking of her.

[gentle thoughtful music]

[water splashing]

[Clay exhaling]

[Clay sighs]

Hey.

Hey.

What were you doing under there?

Just thinking.

What about?

Wait, let me guess.

You were thinking about
making love to me all morning

and then taking me out
for a really big breakfast.

-Close.
-Yeah?

[water trickling]

Actually, I was picturing you
soaking wet

with all of your clothes on.

-No. Mm-mm.
-Mm-hmm.

-Mm-mm.
-Mm-hmm.

[Sam laughs]

[gentle sparse music]

[gentle majestic music]

Ah. [sighs]

Oh.

Damn it.

All right, hang on.

Tell me if it hurts, okay?

-Aah!
-Shit. [laughs]

[Clay laughs]

You're such an asshole.

-Come here.
-I didn't scare you, did I?

You did.

There we go.

How's it look?

You'll live.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Thank you.

Have you seen my pager?

Yep.

Ah.

Wait. Hang on.

-[Clay laughs]
-There you go.

Thanks.

I don't care, Tommy.
They open at 6:00,

we open at 5:00, all right?

There are jobs at stake, man.
Just get it done.

Then we'll talk to them
at the Halloween thing tonight.

Yeah, all right.
I'll be in soon.

-[sirens wailing]
-[car horns blaring]

[Sam] Got time
for a little breakfast?

[Clay]
You know I can't.

You know, share a paper,
trade sections?

Baby, I'm late as it is.

I don't even know
what section you like, Clay.

I deserve my
happily ever after, too.

I know you do.

And I'm gonna tell her, soon.

I promise.

Have a good day.

You, too.

[car door slamms]

[gentle pensive music]

[keys rattling]

Good morning, Mom.

Don't forget we're meeting
the board at 2:00.

I can't do 2:00.

I'm meeting with Dr. Harper
this afternoon.

Just be there.

These Japanese companies
are ruthless.

We have to close this merger.

[Dr. Jack Harper]
Is this about your old man?

Is it about him?

[Clay] Jesus, I'm not
going through this again, Jack.

Honestly, he would
want you to tell her.

No, my father
would want me to stop

fishing in the middle
of the day

and go back to work, all right?

If he knew what I was doing
with Sam, he'd disown me,

lying to my mom like this.

He'd throw me
in the fucking river.

I want you to take a good look
around you, Clay.

You own half of this city.

You're creating jobs,
you're saving companies.

I think you've more
than filled his shoes, you know?

My dad's feet were four sizes
bigger than mine, Jack.

I can't even fill his socks.

[Clay] Look,
I got the rings, didn't I?

I got the license.

No, no, no, no.
It's not that difficult.

You set a date,
and you just do it.

It's not that easy, either.
I mean marriage.

Look, she's your mother.

You tell her,

and I swear to you
she'll be happy.

You don't know my mother.

Listen,
thanks for the fishing lesson.

I'm leaving, all right?
All right, man.

Just come on with me.

[both laughing]

You know how many bullshit
malpractice lawsuits

there are in this country?

I mean, a hard-working
doctor is trying--

Are we gonna go
through this again, Jack?

-Well, look, I've got--
-Four. Yes, I know.

All for trying to save
people's lives.

It's a disgrace.

Well, you know why they sue us?

I have a very busy day.

Please.

It's because they don't know

what to do with their grief.

It's because people need
someone to blame.

It's because
of patients like you

who cannot accept the facts.

Come on in.

Get acquainted. Lie down.

[sighs] Only because
you're my friend.

I'm your doctor.

[gentle pensive music]

Get comfortable.

How's it feel?

Not so bad.

These, Clay, are the facts.

When I open up your chest
and remove your heart,

it is a very real possibility

that you will die
right here on this table.

And if the transplant
is successful,

there is a 50% chance
that you'll be dead in 10 years.

The clock's ticking.

So it's tough love today, huh?

You think this is a joke?

Look at that.

Hold it.

That's surgical steel.

A 100th of an inch thick.

That thing will slice
through you

as if you weren't even there.

Picture it, Clay.

Picture the incision.

Imagine what it will be like.

I need you to be ready.

I need you to be prepared.

You get your house in order,
just in case.

Tell your mother,
marry the girl,

and live your life.

[defibrillator beeps]

You might not have
much of it left.

Okay?

Jack! Saddle up.

Wait, I thought we didn't have
anything until later.

No, Riordan's cabbage
from this morning.

He's in the ICU bleeding.

He took off for
the fucking vineyard, so...

Hey, Clay. How about letting us
have all your money

so that we could retire?

You wouldn't mind doing that,
would you?

No, you know me.
Go ahead, take it all.

What a guy.

Remember what I said, Clay.

No regrets.

-Jack!
-The clock's ticking.

Jack, what are you doing?
Let's go.

Let's go, Jack. Come on!

[Sam] Promise me
you'll kiss me all over.

Well, I've got a big
Halloween party tonight,

but how about
I sneak out afterward?

What's wrong with right now?

Well, I can't. I'm...

I know it's daylight and all,
but I missed you.

You look beautiful, Sam.

I do?

Yeah, you do.

I should tell you that
more often.

What's wrong?

I'm sorry.

I didn't know she was
gonna be here, all right?

If I turn around, she'll see.

This is getting boring, Clay.

Uh-huh.

We're gonna have to discuss
this merger later.

[Sam] I feel sick.

You're not supposed
to make me feel sick.

Thought you'd run off
and left me.

You remember Dr. Neyer,
don't you?

Hello, Clayton.
Good to see you again.

We've already been through this.

Dr. Harper's my surgeon.
I've already told you-

I know, but Jonathan
leads the field, remember?

Yeah, well, like I said before,
I have a surgeon.

Now, I know he's been
on the donor list

for a year, Lilith,

but that's completely normal
for his type.

O-negatives like you
and your son

always wait a little longer.

It just means
you're special, that's all.

Excuse me.

-I don't think you're listening.
-Although since-

-To what I'm saying.
-He has a cardiomyopathy

of undetermined etiology.

Hey.

I'm sitting right here.

You wanna talk about me,
talk to me.

-Clay.
-It's fine, Lilith.

You and Dr. Harper
have obviously become friends.

He was on call when you had
your first attack.

He saved your life.

I get the attachment.
Really, I do.

But your mother and I have been
friends for 15 years.

My hands have been
inside presidents.

Don't you think I might at least
deserve the time of day?

You wanna be operated on
by the best surgeon possible.

Don't you, Clay?

Good.

[Lilith] Now let's talk
about the party tonight.

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

Now see, that is
where you're wrong.

I just don't see
the growth in leadership.

That's why this whole
Beresford Capital business

scares me so much.

Now look,
are my numbers wrong here?

Because
if the Shimotomo merger

does not go through soon,

then that entire firm
is in a lot of trouble.

-That doesn't matter.
-Look, I'm telling you,

Beresford better
stay away from Shimotomo.

They're gonna smile
at your face,

and then they're gonna
stab you in the back.

These guys are dangerous.
Trust me, I've seen them do it.

Anybody who gets
into business with them

is really asking for trouble.

Clay Beresford better know
what he's doing.

[Woman] Sir,
they need you out there.

Thank you.

-Welcome.
-Beresford.

My daughter Tanya and my wife.

[mid-tempo pop music]

Happy Halloween.

Ah! I can't believe it!

Oh, here he is.

Whiz kid of Wall Street,
Barron'sMan of the Year at 22.

Clayton Beresford, Jr.

Sir, like you to meet
Mr. Inamoto and Mr. Waturi.

They're with our friends
at Shimotomo.

They're here to check up on you.
They know about your condition.

[Mr. Waturi speaks Japanese]

Mr. Waturi would like
for you to know

how much respect he had
for your father, Mr. Beresford.

He was quite a businessman.

Yes, he was. Arigato.

[Mr. Waturi speaks Japanese]

Mr. Waturi would also
like to know

how you're feeling today.

Well, you'll have to tell
Mr. Waturi that I feel fabulous.

[interpreter speaks Japanese]

Please also tell him
that I'm ready

to cut to the chase
whenever he is.

In the last eight quarters
alone,

we bought and nurtured
over 600 companies.

We donate 80 million
charitable dollars per annum.

Provide over 16,000 jobs.

Mr. Waturi,
my heart may be weak,

but my mind is strong.

And the only thing
you need to worry about

is which one of our 17
Niigata sakes

you'd like to enjoy
with your dinner.

[interpreter speaks Japanese]

[Clay speaks Japanese]

[Mr. Waturi chuckling]

[Lilith laughs]

You're a ridiculous person,
you know that?

I don't know how you say that
with a straight face.

I mean, it's just,
it's ridiculous.

I'm serious this time.

Let's just leave the country,
you know?

Go to China.

Try our luck
on the black market.

Why don't we just go outside?

We'll grab some random person
off the street,

drag them in here, you know.

Sounds good to me.

Drag them in and cut them open.

Hey, whatever it takes, right?

You worry too much,
you know that?

Oh.

They'll find me one.

It just takes a little time,
that's all.

You're not gonna like this.

Straight to the king.

Oh, nice hand!

Boat. Jacks over eights.

Are you kidding me? Again?

[laughs] Come on, you're my son.

Can't hide anything
from your mother.

I think I need to go upstairs.

Don't stay up too late.

Beresford Capital
opened higher today

after their announcement
of the Dirasonic acquisition

over the weekend.

This bodes well
for the New York-based company,

especially since continued
merger discussions

with the Shimotomo Corporation

have left investors
feeling anxious.

The Japanese government's
investigation

into the Shimotomo family's
alleged links

to organized crime

were well documented
last quarter.

And with that merger
still in question,

the Dirasonic acquisition
will go a great way

to calming investors' concerns

that Beresford is playing
with fire.

Still, rumors surrounding
the merger...

Thought you might like
a little drink.

Oh, maybe one. Thank you.

You're up late.

Something on your mind?

Gotta get my family time in now.

You know, before some smoothy
whisks you away.

Yeah, right.
Like that's gonna happen.

I don't know.

Think maybe somebody had
a little baby crush

on Dr. Neyer.

I saw the way
you were looking at him.

I don't need anyone else.

I got you, Clay. Remember?

So, I closed Lambert today.

That means if we get
a hold of Mecter too,

that's 2,000 new jobs
guaranteed,

plus new housing.

Do you remember him, Clay?

I remember bits.

Like what?

He died at Christmas.

Come on, don't you remember
anything else?

Sure, he was wearing
a Santa suit,

and he fell down the stairs.

I mean from when he was
alive, Clay.

I remember he smiled a lot.

[door knocking]

Sorry to interrupt,
Mrs. Beresford.

Door was open.

-What?
-I just need your signature.

I know it's late, but I wanna
get this out tonight.

Of course, Sam. Thank you.

The Edmond thank-yous are done,

your table's locked
for the benefit,

and I put you down
for the roast beef.

I know it's your favorite.

You're too good to me, Sam.

Well, if that will be all,
I should be heading home.

-Good night, Mrs. Beresford.
-Night.

Mr. Beresford.

[tense music]

[rain pattering]

Sam!

-Sam.
-I'm tired, all right?

I just wanna go home.

Actually, fuck it!

You got me hiding
my engagement ring, Clay.

What is wrong with you?

Will you come
under the umbrella?

No. I've been engaged
for six months.

No one even knows
I'm dating anyone.

Do you have any idea
how that makes me feel?

-I'm sorry.
-I mean, if you won't

even acknowledge me,
how do I--

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay?

For Christ's sake, Clay,
what are you doing?

You can't be in the rain.

Will you come inside
so we can get warm?

But she'll see.

[gentle thoughtful music]

Are you sure?

Unless you'd rather
stand in the rain.

I should have done this
a long time ago.

She's not gonna like it.

Come on.

I trusted you in my home,
Samantha.

How could you come in here
and sneak around?

-Please.
-Clay, she lied to me

to my face. She's a liar.

I can't stay here forever.

I'm not asking you to.
Just wait a bit.

Get to know each other first.

We've been together for a year.

Then wait till you're
a little older.

How old were you
when you got married?

It's different. I was too young.

Clay, you've got
your whole life ahead of you.

Do I?

If you walk out that door,
you've made your choice.

You're making it for me.

[somber music]

Sam, wait.

Oh. Oh, God.

Okay.

[tablets rattling]

Nope.

Here we go.

Look what we've got here.

All right, sweetie.

All right. Open up, honey.

You okay?

You okay? I am so sorry.

I just needed to be
acknowledged, that's all.

I'm gonna go away
and leave you two alone, okay?

Marry me.

What?

Tonight. Right now.

Marry me tonight.

But it's the middle
of the night.

I don't wanna wait anymore.
We've waited long enough.

[sighs] Really?

[gentle music]

[Dr. Jack Harper]
The minister is on his way,

and he's bringing his wife
as a witness.

How the hell
did you pull that one off?

[chuckles] Triple bypass
last June.

I'm calling in a favor.

You're a good best man, Jack.

-Thank you.
-Okay, hold on.

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

Come on, please, please.
We had this conversation.

Please, Clay, I am pulling
80 hours a week, man.

I've gotta drag these little
moments out any way I can.

Just one, okay?

[laughs] You gotta take
the lens cap off first.

Oh, okay, hold on,
hold on, hold on.

Just one, just one.

-Oh, man, look at that.
-[Clay laughs]

An actual smile.

[camera shutter clicks]

[Jack sighs]

So proud of you.

I, Samantha Jane Lockwood.

I, Samantha Jane Lockwood.

Take you,
Clayton Beresford, Jr.

Take you,
Clayton Beresford, Jr.

To be my lawful wedded husband.

To be my lawful wedded husband.

To have and to hold.

To have and to hold.

From this night forward.

From this night forward.

For better, for worse.

For better, for worse.

For richer, for poorer.

For richer, for poorer.

In sickness and in health.

Gonna drop me?

[Sam]
In sickness and in health.

Till death do us part.

Till death do us part.

[coat clatters]

Clay.

Clay, whoa!

[laughs] Whoa!

What are you doing?

What do you think I'm doing?

[pager whirring]

What is...

Clay.

[pager whirring]

Clay.

They're the only ones
with the number.

Holy shit.

[gentle emotive music]

I love you.

I love you, too.

[Clay groans]

[hospital PA system chatter]

There he is.

The man of the hour.

Now, what took you two so long?

Sam, this is Dr. Puttnam.

-Hello.
-Hello. Nice to meet you.

I've heard a lot about you.

Clay's a lucky man.

-I am.
-[Jack laughs]

-[papers clattering]
-Oh! Shit.

I'm sorry. Sorry.

You'll have to excuse Penny.

She's not from around here.

Walk on the other side of the
road over there, huh, Penny.

Very funny.

Sorry I'm late. Had a hard time
getting a sitter.

Penny Carver. Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too.
Sorry about him.

Oh, it's all right.
We're used to it by now.

So, D.C., gunshot to the head,

O-negative, perfect crossmatch.

Heart will be here in two hours.

And your mother's here.

What? Wait, she's here?

Mm-hmm.

What? She's on the call sheet.

[hospital PA system chatter]

You certainly took your time.

Dr. Neyer's performing
this transplant across town.

Would you please clear it
with administration?

Actually,
I'm staying right here.

What?

-Hello, Jonathan.
-Jack.

You two know each other?

Of course.
Dr. Jack Harper,

head of cardio,
Varick University Medical.

Two mortgages,
two ulcers, two ex-wives.

You sound like my ex-wives.

You still fishing
in the East River, Jack?

Well, some of us just don't
have the time

to make it to the North Shore
every weekend.

Clay, this man has three
malpractice suits against him.

Three. I checked.

Four.

I think it's four, right, Jack?

You think this is funny?

Clayton, this time next year
I'll be Surgeon General.

I write textbooks
on this procedure.

Really?

That's great.

I sure hope
you've read them, Jack.

Will you excuse us for a minute?

Look at me. Look at me.

This isn't about her.

I'm not risking your life
on some second-rate doctor.

[scoffs] He's my friend, Mother.

I trust him.

I really wish
you'd start trusting me.

I'm sorry, darling.
The answer is no.

I wasn't asking
for your permission.

[gentle pensive music]

All right, I'm gonna leave
you guys for a minute, okay?

Thanks, Jack.

Looks nice.

Does it fit?

Yeah. It's perfect.

Quite a night we're having, huh?

I'm scared shitless.

I know. Me, too.

But, hey, you know what?

As soon as you get out of here,

we're gonna start from scratch.

Get a little house on the beach.

-Mm-hmm.
-Do it right, you know?

Chase seagulls. What do you say?

As soon as you get out,
I'll be right here.

You think my new heart

will love you
as much as my old one?

[Jack] Okay, lovebirds.
We gotta go.

All right. [sighs]

I'll see you soon, wife.

Say that again.

Wife!

[tense music]

[hospital PA system chatter]

[coin clattering]

Sometimes you have to hold
the button down

for a while to get it to work.

I don't need your help.

[can rattling]

[door clunking]

Guys, I'm Dr. Lupin.

Uh, you can call me Larry.

I'd shake hands,
but, uh, you know.

Who is this? What's going on?

I don't know.

Your colleague Fitzpatrick
got laryngitis.

They called me up
from Saint Mathew's.

I thought Fitzpatrick
was gonna be here.

Yes, me, too,
but we have Larry now.

The players may have changed,
but the game is still the same.

We've been together a long time.

Sort of like a little family.

This is Dr. Puttnam.

I understand.

It's a pleasure, Doctor.

How's the patient feeling?

Okay.

Everything all right?

Just fine, Clay.

[chuckles] Hey, Penny.

I'll see you in a few hours,
okay?

All right.

Okay, Clay. This is it.

Mm-hmm.

You just relax, all right?

The next time you see me,
this is all gonna be over.

See you soon.

Be gentle with him, okay?

Okay, just gonna give you
a little oxygen here.

They already asked you
if you had anything

to eat or drink
in the last four hours?

Yeah.

And you've had
general anesthetic before?

Mm-hmm.

Good.

I read your pre-op assessment

and came up
with a nice little cocktail.

A little abduction agent.
You're gonna like this.

-[tense music]
-[machines beeping]

Hang on tight.

Oh, my God.

Yeah. That's him all right.

Go ahead and count back
from ten for me, will you?

Ten...

nine...

eight...

seven...

[voices chattering]

...six...

Happy trails, my friend.

[gentle emotive music]

[Clay] All right.

Just let yourself go.

Making love to me all morning.

Just let yourself drift away.

Taking me out
for a really big breakfast.

Off you go.

[Puttnam] Okay, everyone ready
to get started here?

[Clay, thinking] Okay.

[Eugene] Let's get going.

[Clay] I'm ready.

Let's do it.

[Eugene] Hey, Larry,
what did you use here?

Midazolam? Fentanyl?

-Hmm?
-Yeah,

with a little pancuronium
chaser.

God, I wonder

what the scar's
gonna look like.

[winching] Ah!

Ah.

Don't you guys use
shaving cream?

[Doctor, faint]
Getting better already.

[inhaling]
Ooh, that's freezing.

[Puttnam]
It's going on a little thick.

Did you mix this?

[Penny] Twice, it's fine.

What is that? That stinks.

God, aren't I supposed to be
out for all this?

No, it should be
darker than this.

How long does it take
for this stuff to work anyway?

How does he look, Larry?

Everything okay?

Sleeping like a baby.

Yeah, right.

[Larry] Is he good to go?

Jack, you ready?

[Jack] Ready as I'll ever be.

-Wait.
-[Puttnam] He's all yours.

Am I supposed to be asleep
right now?

[Jack] All right,
let's get the drapes on.

Hold on.

[Eugene] So you live
in the city, Larry?

-Guys.
-Yeah, up in Hell's Kitchen.

I can still hear you.

Am I supposed to be able
to still hear you?

-Are you married?
-Yep. Couple years now.

She's a vet.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Something's wrong.

Give me another drape
right here.

No, no, no, no, no.

Something's
definitely wrong, Jack.

Listen to me. I can feel that.

-Don't tell me you have the Net.
-I can still hear you.

Nah, Knicks all the way.

Okay? I'm still awake!

Hey, they're looking good
this year.

Just stop!

Aw, come on.
Look at the machines.

All right? I'm not under yet.

-Look at the fucking monitors!
-Okay, everyone.

We're okay to go?

Jesus, this isn't
fucking happening!

-Scalpel.
-Move something!

Do something, Clay!

Move an arm, move a finger!

Come on, open your eyes!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

No, no, no!

[dramatic music]

[Clay yelling]

Do we have blood in the room?

[Penny]
Yes. We have four units.

We gotta get this thing
sharpened.

Jack! Please! Oh, God!

Having a hard time
getting through.

Come on! Come on, Clay.

-Saw.
-You're gonna be okay.

-One.
-Just hold on.

-Two.
-Everything's gonna be okay.

-[saw buzzing]
-Aah! It's just pain.

It's just pain.

It doesn't hurt.

It doesn't fucking hurt!

Come on, Clay, focus!

Get the fuck
out of this fucking room

and think about something else.
Okay? Anything.

Just think about Sam, okay?

Just get back to Sam.

Sam, help me!

-Ready?
-That's it!

-Come on.
-[pants] That's it.

-Just focus on her.
-Come on.

[groans] Just focus on her.

Just forget about the pain.

-Okay, Puttnam, take it.
-You got it.

-Yep.
-Clay, just remember.

Okay, boulger, please.

Remember everything.

Every detail.

Wow! Hey!

That's right. That's it.

Place used to be a speakeasy.

No, you didn't...

Just focus.

Focus on her.

No. No, no, no, no.

-[sirens wailing]
-What?

What? No.

Oh, shit!

...of the Lord to lay
Clayton Beresford to rest.

Come on, Clay, concentrate!

Remember something else.

- [Man] Clayton.
-[Minister] And a loving father.

Clayton?

Clayton,
are you paying attention?

If it is made manifest
by the third...

No! No, no, no, no!

Forget about them, all right?

They can't help you now.

To the newest hotshot
on the Street,

-his father's son.
-No, Clay! Fuck!

Get back to Sam.

Okay, we have a massive
heart attack,

possible M.I.

Come on, Jack.
Get me back to Sam.

What's his name?

I need your help.

-Clayton!
-Stay with my voice, pal.

You're gonna be fine, okay?

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

What the fuck?

Okay, open him up nice and wide.

Okay, it's happening again.

Okay, it's fine.
Just control it like before.

You can do this.

Here we go, here we go,

here we go, here we go.

Come on, man, just swallow it.

-Follow my voice.
-[Clay yelling]

Clayton!
Hey, follow my voice, pal.

We got you.
Stay right with me, okay?

Follow my voice.

[Clay wheezing]

There goes a rib.

Oh, that's gonna hurt
tomorrow.

[inhales] Sorry, Clay.

Yeah, you better be
fucking sorry.

Fucking asshole.

Okay, it's over.
They're through.

They're all the way in now.

[Penny] I got it.

Yeah, all right.

Just relax. The worst is over.

[Puttnam] We missed a spot.

Jack's got you.

He's gonna take care of you,
all right?

Just like he always does.

Have a seat.

Let him help you, Clay.

But I kind of like
to do a follow-up

with someone
after I've saved their life.

You don't feel grateful
or anything, do you?

Get me to Sam, Jack.

We're gonna need a transplant.

You tell me. You're the doctor.

You do much fishing?

What do you do
as a billionaire?

You just sit around
and eat shrimp?

-Always keep your cell on--
-There she is.

...and that would be it.

-Okay.
-Sound like fun?

You did it, Clay. You're back.

Oh, and that'd be Clay.

Awful table manners.

-Always late.
-Look at me.

Look at me.

[papers rustling]

Oh! Holy shit, I'm sorry.

I...

[laughs] This is embarrassing.

I thought you were
at your office.

I need your help, Sam.

I came in to--

I need a place to hide, okay?

So, nice to meet you, too.

My name's Sam.

There we go, Clay.
You see?

Just let her take you away.

Go all the way
back to the beginning.

We're going to
where the other half lives.

Let me guess,

never been on the subway before.

No.

Never been to Brooklyn, either?

To be perfectly honest, never.

Wow. Oh.

You really shouldn't be
smoking these things.

I'll be with you soon, Sam.

It's not good for you.

No matter what happens,
I'll be with you soon.

Miss, uh... Ramos?

We're ready for you. Room 5.

Right down the end of the hall
on your right.

-Thank you.
-Mm-hmm.

Hi. How are you doing?

Hey.

Can I help you with something?

Haven't I seen you around?

Guess not.

Sorry.

You have two rings
on your finger.

What was that?

Why are you wearing
two rings, Sam?

When?

Just before he got the call.

Lilith.

Who needs all those
extra nurses, anyway, huh?

Well, I'm sick of the cutbacks.

I mean, how can they ask us
to do this with five people?

Here. You wanna clamp that?

Ah, that's good Miss Chen.

Heart came early.

Yeah, there she is.

Thanks, Penny.

Clear.

Look at her. She's a beauty.

The man's a lucky man.

Oh, by the way,
I've got two tickets

to the Knicks, third row,
tonight, Penny.

-Any interest?
-No, thanks.

What is it?
Too American for you?

We're halfway home, Sam.

See where you live?

The new heart's already here.

That's you. Right there.

They're gonna put it in soon.

Not that far away
from each other after all,

are we Clay?

Come with me.
I wanna show you something.

God, I miss you.

[gentle music]

Stay with me.

Just stay.

We're almost there, Sam.

We're almost there.

How are we doin', Penny?

He's looking good.

-He's stable.
-What about you, Jack?

You wanna go
to the Knicks tonight?

It might be good for you
to take the edge off.

I hate the Knicks.

Jesus, what is wrong
with you people?

I got third row.

Oh, shit.

Levatol, enalapril, digoxin.

He likes me
to carry them around.

I left it up to him,
he'd be popping 'em like M&Ms.

He could OD on these things,
you know?

Can't say I'll miss them.

A lot of cute purses
I haven't been able to use

over the last year.

I didn't know you did that,

that you carried
his meds around.

I tried not to like him.

I honestly did.

Lilith, I know how much
he means to you.

What do you want from me, Sam?

I want you to tell him
that he's as good as his father.

I want you to tell him
that it's okay to love me,

and I want you to tell me
that it's okay to love him back.

He's already lost one parent,
he can't lose another.

He needs you.

I'm not a bad person.

I mean, if you could just
give us your blessing.

Okay, just stop talking.

Just make sure
he takes his meds and...

stop talking.

What?

He has terrible allergies.
Did you know that?

Especially in the spring.

Grass and flowers.

Don't think this means I'm
gonna be visiting every week.

Okay. Okay, let go.

All right.

Still sleeping like a baby.

Okay, why don't you
take your break, Larry?

We've been at this for a while.

They've got a soda machine
in the waiting room.

Really? 'Cause I do
have to make a call.

Sure, go ahead.
You've got at least 20 minutes.

We don't need you for a while.

Well, thanks, guys.

-Sure.
-Thanks a lot.

Pickups. Need adrenaline.

-Peanut.
-Hey, if you need somebody

to go with you tonight
to the game?

Thanks, Larry.

Jack?

What's the matter?
You all right?

I don't know if I can do this.

What is the problem?

Fitzpatrick is the problem.
He screwed us.

This guy's been watching
everything I do.

Oh, come on, Jack.
Larry's an idiot.

He doesn't know
what's going on here.

No, it's like he's been sent
here to spy on us.

I think they found out
we've been

pushing Clay
down the donor list.

-What?
-Did you smell his breath?

He's not a spy, he's a drunk.

He's probably
in there right now

in the bar topping himself up

Hey! Hey,
would you just be quiet?

He could be back any second.

Okay, then go stand guard.
Go on. Now!

And find out
what happened to Fitzpatrick.

Hey, Jack, do not get paranoid.

-No one knows.
-I started this thing,

and I swear to you
I will end this.

I am not going to jail.

Wait, wait, wait. What?

No one's going to jail.

Look, let's inject the heart,
put it in,

and end this thing, okay?
What the fuck?

Nobody's on to anything.
We are in the clear.

We're gonna kill this guy,

and then we're gonna go get
a fucking martini, okay?

By the time
Larry walks back in here,

he'll be toes up
on the slab downstairs.

You gotta be
fucking kidding me.

[Jack]
He knows something's going on.

[Eugene] Just wanna be on bypass
before Larry gets back.

[Jack]
You get no arguments there.

You gotta stand up.

You gotta stand up, Clay.

[Eugene]
Let's just keep going.

Take the tape off your eyes,

take that shit
out of your throat,

-and wake up.
-The only way he'll figure

anything out now
is if we suddenly stop

-the procedure halfway.
-That's it, there you go.

You can do it.

Just open your eyes, Clay.

Open your eyes.

-[suspenseful music]
-[voices chattering]

[Eugene] I'm not doing
this whole thing by myself.

-I'm okay, okay?
-[gasps]

[Jack] I'm telling you,
if this thing goes sour,

if this guy looks like
he's figuring something out,

I'm pulling the plug
on this whole thing so quickly.

I'm not kidding, Eugene.

Hey, will you help me
with these stitches, please?

[Jack] I'm too young
to go to jail right now.

This ain't even worth it.

[Eugene] We're fine, Jack.

[Clay]
All right, now think.

Do you know how many bullshit
malpractice lawsuits

there are in this country.

Think, Clay.
Hard-working doctors,

that's just...

Look closer.

-You know how many I got?
-Four, Yeah, I know.

There's gotta be a way
out of this.

All for trying
to save people's lives.

It's a disgrace.

You're gonna be okay.
You're gonna be all right.

You know why they sue us?

You're not gonna die.

I'm sorry. They called me
out of nowhere.

I'll make it up to you,
I promise.

Mm-hmm.

You know what? I'm gonna try
and find out what's going on.

-Yeah.
-Okay?

Sit tight. I'll be right back.

Hi. Excuse me.

I was wondering if you knew
the status

on the heart transplant patient?

Mr. Beresford?

Yeah.

I'll call you back.

He's doing just fine.

We're taking good care of him.
Don't worry.

Everything's going
according to plan.

Really, I just came from there.

What is it?

You're not a doctor
at this hospital.

I mean, you don't work here,
do you?

I'm Dr. Larry Lupin.
Pleasure to meet you.

Mr. Beresford's
anesthesiologist.

Will you excuse me a minute?

Fitzpatrick got laryngitis.

They called me in
from St. Matthews.

Oh. I thought Fitzpatrick
was gonna be here.

Yes, me, too,
but we have Larry now.

The players may have changed,
but the game is still the same.

God, look how fucking obvious.

I understand.

This is Dr. Puttnam.

Pleasure.
How's the patient doing?

Okay.

Everything all right?

I don't get it, Jack.

Why?

[suspenseful music]

Is she asleep?

Oh, no, no. Everything's fine.

Just give her a kiss for me,
and tell her I'll be home soon.

Good. Thanks.

Say that again.

Wife!

What'd I ever do to you?

What did she do to you?

Huh?

How the fuck
could you do this to us?

What are you doing in here?

Wanted to see how it was going.

Sam.

How's it going?
Is everything okay?

Yeah.

Sam.

They're trying to kill me.

I just had an interesting chat
with some guy named Larry.

Everything's fine.
You shouldn't be in here.

No, don't trust him, baby.

He's lying to you.

Are you sure everything's fine?

There is nothing wrong.
Everything's under control.

Bullshit.

What the hell's going on
in here?

That's right. Come on, baby.

Where the fuck is Fitzpatrick?

I just spoke to him.
He's at home.

What do you mean, he's at home?

He's obviously backing out.

He's backing out?

-What?
-He can't back out.

Do you want me to call him back?

No, he's an idiot.

We'll deal with him later.

What about this Larry guy?
Does he have a clue?

None. What about her?

Are you kidding?

She's ready to adopt me.
Everything's fine.

Everything is fine, right?

Right?

Jack, you okay?

Jack?

Get her a gown.

What about Larry?

I'll watch for him. Just hurry.

Guys, finish putting him
on bypass.

[gentle pensive music]

Jack.

It was my idea, Sam. You know?

[sighs] Jesus.

I can pull the plug
if I want to.

Everything is working, Jack.

Okay?

-There he is.
-I got him to marry me.

Man of the hour.

The hard part's over.
This is Dr. Puttnam.

Sam.

Sam, I've heard a lot
about you.

-[clatter]
-[papers rustling]

-Christ, they know her.
-Sorry I'm late.

I had a hard time
getting a sitter.

Penny Carver.
Pleasure to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too.

Sorry about him.

Used to it by now.

So...

How the hell
do they all know her?

We didn't waste a year
of our lives for nothing,

did we, Jack?

Nobody knows I worked your team.

-What?
-I changed my name.

We're clear.
We're totally in the clear.

[Jack]
Yeah, they're all mine.

Kind of depressing to know
that your whole life

can just fit on one wall.

My dream is to one day
fill up this one.

[Sam] Jack, you know how much
we owe from the lawsuits.

The insurance won't cover it.

I can't just kill him, Sam.

This is our only way out.

[Sam] Without this money,
we're finished.

He has to die.

I am fucked.

It's just money, Sam.

I'd rather stay in debt
than go to jail.

Jesus, Jack.

Grow some fucking balls.

Hey, I started this whole thing,
remember?

He landed on my table.
I brought you in.

I brought all y'all in.

It's my choice.

And I wasn't the one that nearly

screwed this whole thing up,
was I?

He's right, you know.

I would've had that ring
on my finger in two months.

Really? Well, if you hadn't
got knocked up,

maybe you would've had
the chance, wouldn't you?

[Jack]
Just go, Penny, all right?

Jack, think about it.

No more triple shifts.

No more 30-hour days.

Even if we settle the will,
we're rich.

You know what 100 million is
four ways?

[gentle ominous music]

He's a transplant patient, Jack.

They all die eventually.

Yeah.

They all die eventually.

[hospital PA system chatter]

Look at me.
This isn't about her.

I'm so sorry.

I'm not risking your life

on some second-rate doctor.

He's my friend, Mother.
I trust him.

I really wish
you'd start trusting me.

[Dr. Jack Harper] Map his arm.

Quickly. Watch his veins.

All right, it's almost there.

Oh, shit.

[dramatic music]

I got it.

All right, I need some suction.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Please, God, no.

-Just get that side, too.
-Okay.

Oh, no, please, God.

No.

[screaming]

It's right here.

Thank you.

You sure Larry's not close?

We're fine. Don't worry.

We gotta hurry all the same,
okay, Jack?

Let's just keep it moving.

All right, just pass over
the new heart.

-What?
-Pass over the new heart.

But we haven't injected it yet.

Pass it over.

What are you doing?

Where's the syringe?

Give it to me.

Come on.

Move your fucking hand.

Now, I want you to take this.

[tense music]

Inject the heart
and put it in the body, okay?

You led us here.

Finish what you started.

Just do it, Jack.
Let's get this over with.

Sorry, baby.

He really loved you, Sam.

He didn't even know me, Jack.

We never even met.

[gentle ominous music]

Wait.

Hold on.

Holy shit.

Oh, holy shit.

[gentle music]

Is he okay?

Is everything okay?

They wouldn't say.

You were gone so long.

-I know.
-I started--

I know.

I'm scared, too.

[dramatic music]

Hey, guys.

Survive without me?

So far, so good. Smooth sailing.

Forceps.

Oh, you guys are flying.

-Yeah.
-Watch your flow.

Larry. Larry, Larry.

Look at my eye.

Come on, man. Can you see that?

Why am I crying, huh?

Something's wrong.

Larry.

Larry, look.

Come on, man. Look at my eye.

Come on, Larry, look!

Pull it back so I can see.

-[doctors speaking faintly]
-[dramatic music continues]

All right, here we are.

-Okay.
-Clamp that.

-Get me the suction.
-All right.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Hold on. Hold on.

[medical machines beeping]

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

You got it. Come on.

I'm sorry, I can't go
to the game tonight.

My old lady and I have a date.

You...

[doctors speaking faintly]

Why don't I give you
both tickets?

-Really?
-Sure. You take your old lady.

Make a night of it,
go out on the town.

Something's wrong.

I can feel
that something's wrong.

What is it?

I can't just sit here like this.

They should have told us
something by now.

-Listen to me.
-No, you don't understand.

He's not just my son.

I was a kid when I had him.

He's gonna be fine.

We've grown up together.
It's me and him.

He's not gonna die.

Not now, not today.

He's gonna live.

How can you be so sure?

Because he's got too much
to live for.

[suspenseful music]

I've got a big
Halloween party tonight,

but how about I sneak out
afterward?

[Sam]
What's wrong with right now?

Well, I can't. I'm...

[Sam]
I know it's daylight and all,

but I missed you.

You look beautiful, Sam.

-I do?
-Look at you.

Yeah, you do. I should
tell you that more often.

What would the old man
think of you now?

You lost it all, Clay.

Everything he gave you,
everything he made, it's gone.

You gave it all away.

Heart's in.

All right, pressure down.

Pressure down.

Okay, release the clamp.

Cross-clamp released.

Wait a minute.

Wait, wait. Something's wrong.

Okay, re-clamp.

He's fibbing.

You getting anything?

-Nothing.
-All right, all right.

Charge paddles now.

-Come on now, Penny. Hurry.
-Put him on amio.

You know, you really shouldn't
smoke these things.

It's not good for you.

Especially with your condition.

My condition?

Yep.

How do you know
about my condition?

So many details.

I know a lot more
about you than you think.

I didn't even see.

Is that a fact?

Of course.

Christ, I missed everything.

What was I looking at?

Was I looking at you?

I hope you're happy, Sam.

And I hope you get
what you deserve.

Got nothing?

Okay.
Paddles to 20.

-Amio's running.
-Charge.

-[defibrillator crackles]
-Charge it again.

[defibrillator whirring]

-Charge.
-Are your lats okay?

[defibrillator crackles]

Charge it to 40, please.

-Jack.
-Jesus.

Charge it one more time, please.

-Jack.
-Don't fight it.

Just charge it one more time.

Charge.

-[defibrillator crackles]
-Marry me.

What?

Here we go.

Tonight. Right now.

Marry me.

It's the middle of the night.

-[Jack] We're losing him.
-[Penny] Jack.

We gotta get him
back on bypass.

No, no, no, not yet.
Just one more time.

[Eugene]
It's over, Jack. He's done.

We have to put him back on--

[Puttnam]
What about the adrenaline?

[Eugene]
Won't make a difference.

Shot of adrenaline, please.
Please!

Come on, you son of a bitch.

Jack.

-Sure there's no air?
-No air.

I'm looking at it.
There's no air.

[Eugene] It's over, Jack.

Shit.

[Penny] I'm sorry, Jack.

[Puttnam] It's my fault.

[Jack] No.

It's my fault.

[Penny] Jack, come on.

[Jack] No, it is.

There's gotta be something
I could have done.

Something I could have tried.

Jack, you did
everything you could do.

Did I?

You did all you could do, Jack.

It was a bad heart.

[medical machines whirring]

We should tell the family.

Any volunteers?

I'll do it.

I'm the one that should be
talking to them.

-I'll go with him.
-Yeah.

Thank you.

[footsteps gently tapping]

-So?
-[Jack sighs]

He rejected the heart.

We did everything we could,
but the organ failed,

and I am so sorry.

[Sam sighs]

The organ failed?

Yes. It wouldn't respond
to the procedure.

But in cases like this,
it's not uncommon for--

Don't you mean you failed?

No, we...

We did everything that we could.

It's just
an imperfect procedure.

Say it.

Say what?

I wanna hear you say it.

I wanna hear you say
you failed my son.

[tense solemn music]

It shouldn't have been you.
It should never have been you.

I fucking knew it.

I'm sorry, Sam.

I'm afraid we're gonna need
your permission

to take him off bypass.

What?

We'll need your permission.

I'm so sorry to have to ask.

I don't understand.

He's alive?

Yes, but his blood's being
pumped by a machine.

He has no heart.

Then get him another heart.

You don't understand.
His blood type's too rare.

We don't have one.

I'm sorry. It's over.

Thank you.

I'll be in the hallway.

Lilith.

Could you leave me alone
for a minute?

Okay.

[Lilith sighs]

[doors clunking]

It's done.

[tool clanks]

Okay.

[ominous music]

[match striking]

Hey.

Hey.

What are you doing?

Hey.

Just wanted to see
if you needed anything.

See how you were doing.

I know it's hard
to even think about

anything else right now, but...

Are you okay?

You okay?

[gentle suspenseful music]

[light switch clicks]

What are you doing here?

I wasn't staying out there
without you.

She's in here somewhere.

Look around.

Got here. Here.

Bailey, call the code.

It's too late.

All right,
let's prep her for surgery.

I don't understand.

You're going to live, Clay.

Think I'll take it from here,
Jack.

It's too late.

We did everything we could,
but the body rejected the heart.

Well, I think we solved
that problem.

I have a strong heart, Clay.

Let's go.
Let's prep her for transplant.

Always have.

[tense music]

You can go. We've been prepped.

What do you mean?

You can run.

Police will be here soon.

What'd you use, Jack?

Formaldehyde? No, wait.

Adriamycin.

Right. Less residue.

Guys.

Jack, come on. Let's go.

[dramatic music]

Jack, what are you doing?

Let's go. Now, Jack.

What the hell happened to you?

I told you not to trust them.

I don't get it.
You're telling me that you knew?

No, no. Not at first.

I had no idea.

She did everything right.

And then she made
one little mistake.

She left her purse
in the waiting room.

-[Lilith] Forget ethics.
-[tablets rattle]

You got five minutes.

You know where I'll be.

I don't trust anyone else.
It has to be you.

The mail, Clay.

She still had her mail.

Wait. Jonathan?

[tense music]

Haven't I see you around?

Only took me a second
to put it together.

Sometimes you have to hold
the button down for a while

to get it to work.

She'd been
to that hospital before.

You're not a doctor
at this hospital.

I mean, you don't work here,
do you?

It's a pleasure to meet you.

[Clay] Why didn't you
just say something?

There was no time.

You were dying.
You needed a heart.

I had no choice.

Get a DLP vent ready.

Blue's your vent.

[Nurse]
Doctor, how does he look?

Terrible.
He's been on bypass too long.

Let's prep the new organ.

Still gonna attempt transplant?

Well, I might have to do
an autopsy.

Give me a knife and a flat vent.

Sorry, Lilith.

I'm so sorry.

[suspenseful music]

[police radio chatter]

I'm looking for it.

Okay, here we go. Here we go.

Beresford transplant. Uh...

Operating room B.

Becky, it's me.

Listen, get her up
and get her dressed now.

I'm coming back.

Becky, just do it, okay?

My car is downstairs.

[elevator button clicking]

[Larry] Doctor?

Larry.
You're not gonna believe what--

Over here!

[police radio chatter]

Stop! Hands up!

-Up
-Aah!

Ah.

Give me the heart.

Heartbeat in position.

[dramatic music]

Get a 3-0 ready.

No, no, no. It's too fast.

What if--
I'll do the worrying.

Here, watch that clamp.

Pick up stitch.

Come on, come on.

Load the milrinone.

Just give me time.
We need to move.

-[police radio chatter]
-[tense music]

Come here.

-What the fuck is going on?
-Relax.

What did I tell you?
I told you I was gonna look
after you, didn't I?

You trusted me this far,
so just keep quiet.

I almost forgot.

I've had this way too long
to leave this behind.

Three-one.

Wet his hands.

[Doctor] Jon, we're running
out of time.

We're almost there.
We're almost there.

Scissor.

Cut.

Head down, pressure down.

Cross-clamp off.

[EKG beeping]

We got rhythm.

Looks good.

[drawer rattling]

I can't go with you.

[gentle tense music]

What?

They want you.

You're the one
who injected the heart, not me.

They don't want me.

Sam.

I'm sorry.

I'm just the grieving widow,
remember?

I didn't do anything wrong.

-Yeah, you did.
-No!

[door lock clicks]

Gonna be kind of hard
to play a grieving widow

with your fingerprints
all on the syringe.

Jack.

Jack, come on.

Let me in.

-[doorknob rattles]
-Jack.

[laughs] Come on.

Please?

God damn you.
Open the fucking door!

-Open the door now!
-[door thudding]

Jack, please!

-[door pounding]
-Open the fucking door.

Bye, Sam.

Jack!

Closing the chest.
Pressure okay?

No Vicryl.

Slop it wet.

Yeah.

Scissor, please.

Cut.

[scissors snipping]

[Jonathan sighs]

Great job.

Well, we do what we can.

-Amazing.
-Nice job.

[EKG beeping]

[EKG beep flatlining]

God damn it.

He's in fib.

Shit.

Get me an amp of EPI now.

Clay.

Come on, Clayton.

Trying to be a hero here.

Don't make me look bad.

I'm gonna stay here with you.

There's no one left
for me out there anyway.

You don't need anyone else.

You do it yourself, Clay.

-You're strong.
-I'm not him.

I tried, Mom. Really, I did,
but I'm just not him.

-Still in fib.
-Clay.

Never gonna be.

Charge the paddles.

I don't want you to be.

[Nurse] We're losing him.

Give me 200.

-[defibrillator whirring]
-[dramatic music]

200.

-Clear.
-[defibrillator thudding]

Come on. I have to
show you something.

I don't wanna see this.

I'm afraid you have to.

Remember, Clay?

I am remembering.

I'm watching the TV.
What do you want from me?

No, you're not. Look.

[on TV] ♪ What fun it is
to ride and sing... ♪

-[objects clattering]
-Unbelievable.

-You're listening.
-How many times are we

gonna talk about this, Lilith?

How many fucking times?

I don't wanna remember
anymore.

[Clayton Sr.] Jesus!

-Don't you ever shut up?
-[Lilith] You never did.

I gotta get the fuck
out of here.

This is bullshit.

This is just
my imagination, that's all.

[Clayton Sr.] Gonna make you
happy, darling, huh?

Just watch.

[defibrillator thudding]
[machines beeping]

Come on, Clayton. Come on.

No change. Give me 300.

Start mixing amio.

[suspenseful music]

-Clayton, come on.
-Charge.

Clear.

[defibrillator thudding]

[Clay] Daddy?

[tense music]

[Clayton Sr.]
Hey, Hey! Stop talking.

Dad.

All right, I heard you
the first time!

[Lilith] Come on, Clayton.
It's Christmas.

Put it on.

-[hand slapping]
-[Lilith groaning]

Daddy, please!

Jesus! Don't you two
ever shut up?

This is what you want,
Lilith, isn't it?

Huh? How's this look?
This make you happy?

-Daddy, please!
-All right. That's it!

[Lilith]
Please leave him alone.

Couldn't keep your mouth shut,
could you, Clay?

-[Lilith] Clayton.
-Come here.

-Please.
-Come here!

-Clayton!
-Come here!

-[object thudding]
-[ears ringing]

[fire poker clatters]

I said leave him alone.

[Clayton Sr. crashing]

[gentle ominous music]

-[Lilith sighs]
-[defibrillator whirring]

[defibrillator beeping]

[defibrillator thudding]

-Still in fib.
-Give me 360.

-We lost him.
-No. Again.

-360.
-Clear.

[defibrillator thudding]

[siren wailing]

[tense music]

You didn't want
to remember, Clay.

I let you forget
because I thought the truth

would be too hard to live with.

I thought I was protecting you.

But all I did
was cause you more pain.

I am so sorry.

I'm not proud
of what I became, Clay...

but I am proud
of what you've become.

You're 100 times the man he was.

You always were.

It's time for you to live.

[gentle emotive music]

[defibrillator whirring]

Wait, wait. Stop.

We got him.

Welcome back, Clayton.

Welcome back.

[Surgeon speaking faintly]

[Jack, narrating]
At 6:32 this morning,

on Thursday,
the 1st of November,

Clayton Beresford, Jr.,
died on my operating table.

2 1/2 hours later,
his life was saved.

There are no excuses
for what we did.

There's no defense,

no one to blame but us.

We got what we deserved.

-Clay would have his revenge.
-[grunts]

And justice would finally
be served.

[handcuffs creaking]

For despite all the secrets...

despite all the lies
and a terrible loss,

only one thing really
matters now.

He...

is...

awake.

[gentle thoughtful music]

[upbeat rock music]

♪ You rely on someone else

♪ To make you feel all right

♪ As far as I'm concerned

♪ That's no kind of life

♪ You rely on someone else

♪ To make you feel all right

♪ As far as I'm concerned

♪ That's no kind of life ♪

♪ You rely on someone else

♪ To make you feel all right

♪ As far as I'm concerned

♪ That's no kind of life

♪ That's no kind of life

♪ Rely on someone else

♪ To make you feel all right

♪ As far as I'm concerned

♪ That's no kind of life ♪

♪ That's no kind of life