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[Devon] Previously on The Resident…

[Bell] Old guy I was playing golf with has
developed a bit of a tremor.

Cracking open his head
for a missed putt is a bit much, huh?

I hear you're applying for an O-1 visa.

If I help you, you'll get your visa.
If I don't, you won't.

Tell me about your Mom. Or Dad. You pick.

-Dad? Well, I hate him.
-Why?

Because he's the last guy
anyone would want as a father.

Alabama Shakes
playing Terminal West next week.

I got an extra ticket. It's not a date.

It's just a concert. Have a little fun.

You look good, son.

["Castles" by Bosco playing over radio]

♪ Hol' up, wait a minute ♪

♪ Baby, baby, are you listening? ♪

♪ I go, U go ♪

♪ 'Cause I don't ever wanna see
Your face no more, no… ♪

[clicks off radio]

[car lock beeps]

[yawns]

Give me the bag, Doc.

[grunts]

Great.

♪ Now we at a crossroad
Now we at the break ♪

♪ All this back and forth
We gonna lose our way… ♪

I need some help.

I take his head, you take his legs?

18-year-old male,
unconscious, broken nose,

blunt force trauma to the head,
possible concussion.

[Irving] Three's open.

Dr. Okafor.

-You're bleeding.
-I'm fine. He's not.

His name's Atiba Johnson, maybe Jackson,

-something like that.
-What happened to him?

I did.

[opening theme music playing]

[Marshall] You know, the key to success

in a business like this
is making the customers feel like family.

But this place goes a little overboard.

[waitress] Sam, how are
those eggs coming along?

You look well.

Atlanta suits you.

Why are you here, Dad?

I'm looking for worthwhile
investment opportunities.

It's been over a decade
since we last spoke,

and you suddenly show up--
what's the real reason?

You were always suspicious.

And you were always a narcissist.

I was hoping that time

and maturity would open
the doors for us starting over.

[boy] Dada! Dada!

[Conrad] Clearly,
you don't know me very well.

Then again, you never did.

I was just… another thing
you could use to hurt mom.

So fighting for the custody of my son
makes me the bad guy?

You didn't want me.

-You just didn't want to lose.
-Here we go again.

And so that's it?

-My time's up?
-I meant what I said

when I left for the Corps.

I don't want you or your money in my life.

[Marshall] You know,
I've done a lot of research

on the health care industry.

You know what's fascinating?

You worked so hard
to distance yourself from me

and-- what is it you used to call it?

-Greed and--
-Questionable ethics.

Look at the industry you work in.

I help sick people.

And while I'm at it, I fight corruption
and train doctors to do the same.

I don't capitalize
off of people's misfortune.

That's the difference between us.

[music playing]

[Irving] Are you sure you don't want
even a little local to numb it up?

-Some ibuprofen? Something?
-What for?

Atiba's scans?

[Irving] Look clear. He's a lucky guy.

No fractures, no contusions.

He's still under observation
for a possible concussion,

but as soon as that time's up,

-we can turn him over to the cops.
-Mm-mmm, no cops.

The guy tried to mug you.

He wasn't even holding a real gun.

Turns out it was a toy.

-Doesn't negate the mugging part.
-Who got mugged?

-No one.
-Mina.

It's not a big deal.

Just some kid from my neighborhood
made a stupid choice

-while high this morning.
-[Irving] And for that,

he got knocked the hell out!

[rhythmic grunting]

I give that a "C" for effort.

[Mina] Look, I vaguely know his parents.

They live in my neighborhood.

This is a boy who needs help, not jail.

-And you're gonna help him?
-I did. I brought him here.

[Irving sniffing]

Cheese and grits from the Silver Skillet.

-Down, boy.
-[dog-like panting]

This deliciousness is for someone else.

[Lane] Well, I'm happy with the lab work
that came back, which means

you are finally cleared
for your bone marrow transplant.

We can start your conditioning today.

Dr. Pravesh?

Yeah, so first you'll receive a series

of Bu-Flu chemo blasts to ensure
that all the bone marrow is cleared out.

And then we can perform an allogeneic
hematopoietic stem cell transplant.

Wow. You know,
when you break it down like that,

it seems so simple.

Why don't you try that again,
but this time not in Latin.

Okay. Sorry.

So, basically, we're going
to take donor stem cells

and have them set up shop
in your bone marrow

and populate your immune system.

Right. Once that's done,
your new and improved immune system

will recognize
any remaining leukemia cells

as foreign, and attack them.

[pager beeping]

Go ahead and take that.
I can finish up in here.

Hey. Why'd you page me?

Hey. I need you to keep an eye
on Lily for me. I was taken off her team.

Yeah, I heard about that, Nic.
Wait-wait-wait-wait.

What's going on?

[whispers] All right, come on.

Close the door.

[chuckles]

Is all this really necessary?

I think Lane's committing insurance fraud

by over-treating her patients--
including Lily.

Look, Nic,

Lane is the most respected oncologist
in Georgia,

not to mention someone
whose work I have admired

and studied since med school.

Look, I have pulled every ounce
of research that I can possibly find

on high-dose intensification programs
both here and abroad-- Look at this.

These are from Lane's clinic.

Her chemo protocols
are significantly higher

than even the most aggressive programs.

Did you tell Conrad?

[sighs] I tried.

But if I'm gonna accuse his mentor
of something so awful,

I need more proof.

Nic…

do you think, maybe,

you are letting
your personal feelings for Lane

cloud your judgment?

It's no secret
that you two don't get along.

No.

I'm doing my job.

A job that Lane threatened, by the way--
So you just keep an eye on Lily.

You're her doctor, that's your job.

[sighs]

Do you know how much longer
Doc Davenport is gonna be?

I really need to get back to rehearsal.

Nigel, I'm Dr. Hawkins.

Dr. Davenport asked me to stop by.

[sharp inhale]

Look, let me save you
a long trip down an unnecessary road.

Yes, I'm showing signs
of severe malnourishment,

and no, I don't have an eating disorder.

I suffer from chronic digestive pain,

and it makes it almost impossible to eat.

It's been over a decade,
and no, none of my doctors

back in New York seem to know what it is.

So before you ask, the answer is no.

No more tests. Zero.

I've been poked and prodded
by every doctor imaginable.

The only doctor I haven't seen
is a gynecologist.

Eh, they're overrated.

[chuckles quietly]

I've accepted I'm just gonna live
with this pain for the rest of my life.

I'm a ballet dancer--
I'm used to intense pain.

-That's no way to live, man.
-I've made my peace.

Only thing that matters now is my career.

So can I just get some steroids
for my ankle,

-so I can get back to my show?
-Look…

I get it.

I get how important
your career is to you, okay?

If you leave, you'll be
right back with another injury.

Maybe a day, a week, or even a month,

but it will happen.

Your twisted ankle's just the beginning.

You're malnourished,
and your body can't handle

the stress of being
a professional dancer anymore.

So I should just give up?

Give me 24 hours, and let me see
if I can figure out what's wrong with you.

It's worth it if I can save your career.

Right?

[elevator bell dings]

You found me.

-Wasn't lookin' for you.
-Ouch.

Didn't you get the cheese and grits?

They say the way to a woman's heart
is through her stomach.

Actually, I think that's the way
to a man's heart, but thanks,

-Irving loved them.
-You gave away my gift?

Mm, "gift" is a strong word.
This is more like

you passed a bush, saw a flower
sticking out, plucked it for me,

and then said, "Hey, look--
I bought you flowers."

Wow. Tough crowd. Okay.

Have you seen Mina? I heard she took on
a gang of muggers last night.

It's all anyone's talking about upstairs.

-[loud grunting]
-[Irving] I need some help in here! Now!

-Damn it, Atiba, calm down!
-[Conrad] Easy, buddy, easy!

He's going through withdrawal.
He tried to take a chunk out of me!

Give me two of lorazepam.

Code Gray! Bed three!

-[Atiba yelling]
-[Irving] Okay.

[Atiba screaming]

-[screaming]
-[Mina] Okay.

How's Atiba?

Calmer. Drowsy. Restrained.

-You need to call his parents.
-Me? Why me?

Because someone needs to tell them
to come pick up their son.

I don't do people.

[Bell] I thought
you were still on vacation.

[Franklin sighs]

My sister-in-law's in town.

Not a fan?

-Want to grab a coffee?
-Sure.

Be happy you don't have in-laws anymore.

Oh, I am.

By the way, that golf buddy of mine,

the one with the tremor…

Right. How's he doing?

[Bell] Well, he's had to
lay off the benzos.

The side effects
were too aggressive for him.

And now he's all wound up
about the tremor returning, and…

Well, he's right to be concerned.

If the tremor is really interfering
with his quality of life,

your friend may ultimately
have to consider brain surgery.

And we both know
when the air hits your brain…

You're never the same.

[Nic] No, this is…
this is a hospital, Mr. Jackson,

not a hotel. No.

No, we don't have courtesy shuttles.

Well, you'll just have to come get Atiba.

Hello?

Hello?

Are you kidding me?

-You okay?
-[sighs]

Nothing a little caffeine can't fix.

Oh.

Mmm. It's been a long shift
that is thankfully almost over.

Well, maybe this will help your mood too.

Oh, my God. I didn't even realize
it had fallen off.

Lara found it on the floor
of the nurses' lounge.

I'm simply doing the honor
of returning it.

There you go.
I see you wear it all the time.

Figured it's one of your favorites.

[Nic] Well, thank you. I owe you one.

Really?

Get over yourself. I'll see you later.

Hey, Conrad!

[Conrad] Whatever it is, figure it out.

[Devon] No can do.

I need reinforcements.

[sighs]

[exhales]

The priority is to get
to the source of your pain,

be it psychological, neurological…

-This is not in my head.
-This is a GI problem.

We'll need to do a battery of tests,

starting with a colonoscopy
and upper endoscopy…

That's fine, but after I get
nerve condition studies.

-This is neuropathic.
-Has anyone ruled out H. pylori?

-This is a GI problem.
-This is neuropathic.

-It's psychological.
-Nerve conditions.

-Battery of tests.
-After I get nerve conditions.

[echoing, overlapping chatter]

What's going on? I didn't ask
for any consults on this patient.

Our attending did.

We can't rule out
biliary dyskinesia, either,

until we do a CCK-HIDA scan.

-Gen surg isn't even here.
-Look who finally showed up.

Nigel, I'm sorry. Give me one second.

Can I talk to you, Dr. Wilmot?

You're not usually on the floor
post rounds.

I don't have to account
for my whereabouts.

I'm your attending. You report to me,
not the other way around.

-You requested consults on my patient.
-Yeah.

Why?

Yeah, I think the question is
why didn't you?

He's already had every test
you're coming up with in there.

Not at Chastain. We run our own tests.

Nigel is sick of doctors.

He's been poked and prodded for years.

I'm just giving him a breather

while all his medical records
are sent from New York.

[Wilmot] And meanwhile, he sits around
in constant pain?

Pain that can be exacerbated
by unnecessary procedures.

Oh, see, this has always been
your problem, Hawkins.

You think your way is the only way.

Look, I… I just want to go
over his previous test results

before subjecting him to new ones.

Yeah, well, look,
it's not your call anymore

because he's no longer your patient.

He's mine now.

Thank you.

[Nic] How you feeling?

I'm just gonna check your pupils, okay?

Doc, are these restraints necessary?

I'm cool now. For real.

I'm actually a nurse practitioner,
not a doctor.

And yes, they are.
They're for your own protection.

So, I guess the cops are coming, huh?

Well, looks like it's your lucky day.
Dr. Okafor decided not to press charges.

I haven't exactly had
a lot of lucky days lately.

[Nic sighs]

I called your parents.

Why?

They don't want nothing to do with me.

Because someone has to come and get you.

If y'all for real not calling the cops,

-then just release me.
-On your own?

So you can go back out onto the street
and score again? I don't think so.

Plus, you have lorazepam in your system.

-You could OD.
-No. Seriously…

after everything that happened today,
I'm done with that mess.

I'm-a get clean.

I've heard that before.

Why you care so much about me anyway?

Is there anyone else
who can come pick you up?

Nah.

I got no one.

So what happens to me now?

What are you doing?

Taking Atiba home.

I asked you to call his parents,
not turn into his personal taxi.

Well, his parents aren't coming
to get him,

so I'm going to take him to them.

Have you lost your mind?

Y'all know I'm standing right here, right?

Be quiet. You tried to mug me.
You don't get to say anything.

I'm sorry. This-this morning
I wasn't thinking st…

I'm-a stop talking now.

-Mm-hmm.
-Look, my shift is over.

I'm giving him a ride.
It's not a big deal.

[Mina] Damn oyibo savior complex.

Someone has to protect you from yourself…

and him.

Plus, he's my patient.

So, you're stuck with both of us now.

That's fine by me.

-[car door closes]
-Get your ass in the back seat.

It's quite a view, isn't it?

Never fails to impress. You rang?

Yeah, about an hour ago.

I was in surgery.

Ah, Mr. Levine's parathyroidectomy.
How was that?

A success. I think you'll find him
very indebted to Chastain.

I had the scheduling nurse
clear your afternoon.

I ran into Dr. Edmund Carver
from St. Grace last night at the opera.

He's in town briefly,
and I invited him here for coffee today.

And you'd like me to attend that coffee.

Every reputable hospital in the country
is trying to recruit Carver

after his surgery
on the former attorney general.

I want Carver at Chastain.

I hear he's overrated.

[Claire] Maybe.

But with your guidance,

he would be an incredible asset
to your team.

You just talk to him.

Show him around, give him the full Bell.

Close that deal for me.

Consider it closed.

Thank you.

[sighs]

[Lane] So, who are we mad at today?

Other than that pen.

How much time do you have?

Anything I can help with?

I convinced a patient
with unknown chronic pain

to stay and let me try
and help him, but then…

Word gets out, and the vultures descend.

Yep. I'll give you two guesses.
Who was the leader of the pack?

Sampson in Neuro.
He can never resist a call

for a mystery diagnosis.
Allows him to bill a ton for testing.

Oh, he was there.

But today's prize goes to Wilmot.

Took over the case.

Wants to ensure if we figure out
the diagnosis, he gets the win.

You sure it's just Wilmot
that's bothering you?

[Jude] Hey. You're a hard man to find.

-Well, you found me.
-Wilmot asked me to consult

on a possible lap chole for Nigel Meahan.

You and Wilmot want to unnecessarily
remove a man's gallbladder

without even knowing
if that's the source of his pain?

Well, for the record, I told him
it was premature to consider surgery.

[sighs]

So, has he been biting
everyone's head off today, or just mine?

[Lane] Depends.

What'd you do?

[Lily] You know, you really didn't have to
escort me to my conditioning personally.

Well, don't tell me
you're sick of me already.

You know, once my immune system
is stripped,

just how isolated am I gonna have to be?

Are we talking no contact? Or…

-It's for your safety, Lily.
-No, I know.

That's stupid, right?

You'd think
I'd be used to being alone by now.

I thought we were headed to conditioning.

We have time.

Talk to me, Lily.

What's really going on?

Well, this is the right thing
for me, right?

The bone marrow transplant?

I've been doing some reading,
and once we start,

there's no turning back.

You're scared.

I get it.

But that's-that's totally normal.

I know.

I have a 62% survival rate
in my first year.

That's a 38% chance of dying.

But no doctor has ever
just come out and said that.

Besides, there's… [sniffles]

…there's other complications. I mean…

it could damage my organs. Infertility.

I want to have kids one day, and…

[sighs] God.

Listen to me.

Self-pity is so attractive.

You know what? Ignore me.

Bone marrow transplants save lives.

I need a transplant,
so I'm going to get a transplant.

End of story.

[Nic] I understand, but--

I don't care what my husband
told y'all on the phone.

Atiba is not welcome back in our lives.

It's not safe for him
to be out on the streets.

He could OD at any time.

Monique, if he's trying to get clean--

Do I look like a fool?
I'm done helping him.

That is not the boy I raised.

[Nic] I know how difficult it is

to watch someone you love
suffer through a disease like this--

Really, missy?

Do you have kids?

Do you know what it's like
to come to work and find your store robbed

and then realize
that your boy did it for drug money?

Or to come home and find
your baby alone in a soiled diaper,

crying for hours

because his brother's passed out
in the bathroom?

You're trying to protect what's left
of your family. I do understand that.

But I also know you still love your son.

What if he really is willing to get help?

He can beat this.

-[door opens]
-[Mr. Jackson] Monique.

Come on. Just hear him out.

Come on.

I'm for real this time, Mom.

Please.

I'll go in a program.

I swear.

I'll do whatever you say.

Ma!

[Mina] That boy won't be able
to stay clean.

He hasn't hit rock bottom yet.

Yeah, well, you can't give up hope,

'cause while you're waiting
for rock bottom, you could end up dead.

So, who is it?

The way you're talking
only comes from experience.

So who is it?

My sister.

Hey. I need a full panel on Lily Kendall.

Her most recent labs are in her file.

Thank you, but I'd still like
to have a full panel done.

You've worked here long enough that
I shouldn't have to explain this to you.

Dr. Hunter handles all of her patient labs

through her clinic, and they've already
done a full panel on Lily.

Isabel, you've worked here
long enough to know that I am the doctor,

you are the nurse.

So you can run a new damn panel on Lily
or I can take it up with your supervisor.

Green and purple top coming up…

Doctor.

-[pager beeping]
-[sighs]

He's seizing.

What's the first thing you do, Pravesh?

[Devon] Let's get some access.

All right. Lorazepam.

Four milligrams. Go. Soon as possible,

-get him on the monitor.
-What happened here?

Last I saw him, he was drinking
his colonoscopy prep solution.

Where's Dr. Wilmot?

Let me guess, you paged him-- no response.

Dr. Carver.

Dr. Bell.

It is an honor.

Randy, please. The pleasure's all mine.

Welcome to my hospital.

This is one hell of a hospital.

Well, you haven't seen anything yet.

How 'bout a personal tour before coffee?

Does that tour include
a sneak peek at the Titian?

'Cause I am dying
to get my hands on one of them.

Well, as long as you promise
to share how you were able to do

a Kasai procedure in under four hours.

Dr. Carver. Wow, such an honor.

-If I may, one question--
-Now-now is not the time.

No, no. It's okay.
What's your question, son?

Uh, your retrospective study
on risk factors for…

How do you keep
your retransplantation rate

-under 20%?
-It's actually been 22%…

This is not the time or place
for any kind of confrontation.

I need to talk to Dr. Wilmot.
Whether or not

there's a confrontation or not
is up to him.

Just… let me handle it.

Dr. Wilmot.

I don't know what kind of drama
you got going on with Conrad,

but get it the hell away
from Carver and me right now.

Yes, sir.

[Carver] …that's the first thing,
and the most important.

Keep that in mind.

Hey. I don't appreciate you
embarrassing me in front of Dr. Bell.

You took anatomy class
in med school, right?

Vestigial organs…

-What are you rambling about?
-You know, like the appendix.

The one in 20 people who have it
removed don't even miss it.

Serves absolutely no purpose
in the human body anymore.

Like certain doctors here at Chastain.

You really think
you're untouchable, don't you?

What I think is you gave
an already malnourished patient

a prep solution that exacerbated
his existing hyponatremia.

And when he started seizing,
you were nowhere to be found.

He's stable now, isn't he?

Thanks to my intern.

Good. Get an NG tube in there.

We should be able
to get the solution straight

into the digestive system that way.

You want to put Nigel through

a nasogastric tube insertion
just for a test?

If it means getting to the root
of his pain sooner than later,

then, yes, I do.

Look, I'm trying to help the patient.

Then why don't you try
actually listening to him?

[Mina] You did a good thing
getting Atiba to his family.

At least he's safe for one night.

I'm sorry I judged you.

I didn't realize you judged me.

It was all in my inner monologue.

Good to know.

I would've wanted someone
to do the same for my sister.

There were many nights
she didn't make it home.

But she's been sober for a year now.

So, you're sleeping with Jude now?

What? Why would you say that?

I'm really good at reading body language.

[Nic] I mean, look,
the guy's attractive and he's nice…

And safe,
compared to someone else we know.

[Nic sighs]

Look, Jude and I are
just becoming better friends.

All right. So I guess that means
I can become "better friends"

with Conrad now, right?

[laughs]

-[chuckles] I was joking.
-[phone rings]

I-I'm sorry. I'm still running late.

What? Where are you? I'll be there
in less than ten minutes.

I need you to drop me
at my place, right away.

Yeah, sure.

[engine starts]

What are you doing?

Wilmot ordered me
to put an NG tube in Nigel.

What a surprise.

He could have us both
cut from the program.

Oh, man up. Where's all that bravado
you had on independence day?

What happened to "When someone's wrong,

I'll be the first one to tell 'em"?

Well…

I'm not so sure Wilmot's wrong.

[clicks tongue]

Get out of my way.

Let me have it. I deserve it.

When you asked for 24 hours,
I didn't realize

it would put me closer
to planning my own funeral.

You said you could help me.
Now I'm worse off than when I came in.

What are you doing?

You're right. I should have done
a better job protecting you.

[cabinet doors shut]

Do you trust me?

Yes.

God knows why.

Put your clothes on.

Do I want to know what you're doing?

Wilmot can't test a patient he can't find.

[engine revving]

Mina, what's going on?

Thanks for the ride.

I'm so sorry.
We tried to wait for you at home.

No, it's my fault. I was delayed.

She won't stop throwing up.
It's never been this bad.

These episodes
can recur multiple times a year.

-Any abdominal pain?
-Yes. A lot.

Here you go. Here you go, baby.

-Tell me the pain, one to ten.
-Ten.

-[door opens]
-[Mina] You followed me?

That call sounded urgent.
I thought I could help.

Mina, what is going on in here?

Do you have any pain in your head?

Just my stomach.

[Mina] Mm. I need one tablet
of ondansetron.

Bottom drawer to the right.

And one liter bag of IV fluid
from my backpack.

Are you just going to stand there
or are you going to help?

[exhales]

Mina, are these from Chastain?

Okay, so this is one test I haven't had.

But, seriously, what are we doing here?

I'm hiding you where no doctor
will voluntarily show their face.

A hospital waiting room?

That is brilliant.

And a damn sad commentary
on my profession.

So, what's the plan beyond hiding?

I'm gonna listen.

I've reviewed
all your old medical records.

Now I want your patient history
directly from you.

Doesn't matter how small the detail--
bore me with it.

You went to all this trouble
and all we're gonna do is talk?

Patient's words over tests.

90% of the time, they give you
the answers you need.

Hmm.

-[laughing]
-Maybe.

I have to say, you're not what I expected.

Yeah? What'd you expect?

Frankly, less warmth, more ego.

Well…

Your surgeons are lucky
to have you as chief.

-I hope they appreciate you.
-Well, y-you're very kind.

But I can tell you what they do appreciate
is the autonomy

and the extensive OR time.
And, you know, for the best of the best,

just a membership to the Blackburn Club.

-Wow.
-[laughs]

A lot of benefits
to working here at Chastain.

-It's a great place to be.
-Well…

I'm curious. Uh…

how are your surgical error
and complication rates?

Excuse me?

Well, I'm leaving St. Grace
for a bunch of reasons,

and, to be honest,
accountability's a big one.

They refused to even consider
my recommendations

for tracking surgical error rates,
among other things.

Well, so-so what you're looking for
is a place that's willing to embrace that.

Transparency and accountability
force us to weed out the bad

and grow the good.

This one doctor at St. Grace
had patients die

from complications
every time he did a bypass.

No one even noticed.

Except me. I noticed.

That's incredible.

I'm telling you,
it's like they say, you know,

the truth never gets out of the OR.

[door opens]

Well, you are just full of surprises.

How's Shalisha?

Cyclical vomiting syndrome.

She'll be fine once she finishes
her IV treatment.

Mina…

Save me the lecture.

I can't.

You're treating patients from your home.

You're taking supplies from Chastain.

Those drugs are all free samples
from reps.

Free samples given to Chastain.
Regardless, you could lose

your medical license
for treating people in your home.

Hell, Mina, you could lose your visa.

I'm not a fool. I know that.
But am I supposed to look the other way

while people in my community
are dying from treatable illnesses?

So send them to a clinic.

What clinic?

All the big hospitals
are closing their local clinics

left and right for profit reasons.

And it's not fair.
But if you lose your license,

you're not gonna help anybody. Ever.

[scoffs]

My uncle, Onoche,

he was a brilliant man.

Like a second father to me.

He was a surgeon here in the US, and…

when he'd visit Nigeria on holiday,

he'd bring my cousins clothes and candy.

For me, he'd bring medical books
and gadgets.

On his last visit home,
he had a heart attack.

A heart attack he would have survived

if he had access to proper health care

and not been in a hospital in Arondizuogu

without a working defibrillator.

I think that's the most words
you've said, ever,

in the past three years I've known you.

[laughing]

[chuckles]

[Mina continues laughing]

-Don't get used to it.
-[chuckles]

[Nigel] I don't know
how I was still standing.

It hurt, but I still finished the show.

My rendition of Albrecht's Act II
variation was "just perfection."

At least, according to The Times.

I would've paid to see that.

Colleague issues?

Father issues.

You're talking to a male dancer
about daddy issues?

Bet my old man was way worse.

Oh, you think so, huh?

My dad couldn't wrap his head
around me wanting to dance ballet.

So he forced me to go out
for football instead.

He'd train me by making me run
stadium stairs

carrying buckets of sand.

My legs would burn,

my lungs exploding.

I was, like, 15 years old at the time,

and I thought I was going to die.

Never thought just inhaling air
could be so excruciating.

But my father didn't care.

He just kept pushing.

My dad was so bad, I went to fight
in Afghanistan for peace and quiet.

[laughs]

You said you were 15 when this happened?

Yeah.

Funny thing is,
my dad still thinks I'm a wuss.

Joke's on him.
He doesn't get how much strength

it takes to do ballet.

Was that the first time
you felt pain like that?

[Nigel] Sure, yeah.

But it would always go away
after the workout.

[Conrad] Huh.

Was your initial pain
centered in your diaphragm,

right about where your ribs meet?

How'd you know?

I think I know what's wrong with you.

Don't mess with me, Doc.

Has anyone ever mentioned
median arcuate ligament syndrome to you?

Hey. Have Lily's labs come back yet?
She's about to start conditioning.

Wait. This can't be right.

Isabel, am I reading this correctly?

Lily's in acute renal failure?

I thought you were the doctor.

Oh, my God. How did we miss that?

If we proceed with the transplant,
she'll die.

Call downstairs right now and make sure
that they don't start her conditioning.

And page Dr. Hunter.

[Lane] Lily, you're gonna be okay.

[Lane sighs]

How did her initial labs not show
that her kidneys were failing?

Yeah, I'm asking myself the same question.

Somebody clearly messed up.

Well, I'm gonna get down
to the bottom of it

as soon as I get back to my clinic.

Whoever made this mistake will be fired.
I can promise you that.

Dr. Hunter.

If we would have proceeded
with this treatment,

Lily would have likely died.

Yes. You saved Lily's life today,
Dr. Pravesh.

Excellent work.
It's good to know I was right about you.

You're gonna make
an exceptional oncologist.

Thank you. That means a lot.

[Fleck] Okay.

If Dr. Hawkins is right,

and this is MALS,

the minute this numbing agent
hits that celiac ganglion,

you're gonna feel instant relief.

[monitor beeping]

How you feeling?

Pain-free.

The first time in over a decade.

[laughs]

[Wilmot] Hey.

Where the hell have you been?

Patient's fine, by the way.
Thanks for asking.

Turns out he has MALS. Surgery's scheduled

for next week after his final show.

-Hey.
-[exhales]

You think you're so damn smart.

You know, one of these days
your need to play God

with the rules is gonna
cost a patient their life.

And when that happens,
there'll be a long line of us

ready to make sure your medical career
goes up in flames.

Mmm. One man against an army.
Now you're talking my language.

That gets me excited.

You know what else gets me excited?

Knowing that if your hand
is still on my arm

in three seconds,
you'll be waking up in the ER

with no memory of how you got there.

[Bell] Carver is even more impressive
in person.

[Claire] Oh. That's exactly
what I want to hear.

[Bell] He'll be a great addition
to the surgical team.

And I think his plans for tracking

and publicizing all error rates
are really admirable.

Wait. Publicizing outside
the walls of the hospital?

Yeah, but I think once we get
through those lawsuits

that that transparency causes, we'll be…

-Lawsuits?
-Yeah, lawsuits.

But Chastain can weather those,
and maybe, you know,

-even get ahead of the bad publicity.
-Right, of course.

You know, we can spin it into
something we can make use of.

You know, here's the thing,
Dr. Carver's very expensive.

And I think I'm gonna have to take a look

at the budget. I'm not sure that Chastain

can afford to make
a competitive offer at this time.

That's a pity.

Marshall. I didn't expect to see you here.

I had some unfinished business
with Dr. Hunter.

Well, good news, I hope.

Actually, I won't be investing
in Chastain after all.

It's just not the right fit for me.

[Bell] Well, that's a shame,

that you couldn't have come
to that conclusion

before wasting everybody's time.

I appreciate your time
and hospitality, Claire.

You wouldn't by chance know
where Dr. Hawkins is?

Conrad Hawkins?

I'm sure he's on the fifth floor.
I can have one of the nurses page him.

I wasn't aware you were acquainted.

He's my son. Excuse me.

[scoffs]

Did you know?

-No idea.
-[laughs]

[laughs]

Eh, regardless, makes no difference.

Of course it does.

A no now could very well
be a yes later. [laughs]

-You haven't seen me work my magic.
-[Bell] Yeah, dream on.

[sighing]

[door opening, footsteps approaching]

Hey. I rushed back
as soon as I got your message.

What's going on?

[door closes]

You were right.

I ju-I just… I-I can't believe this.

It's crazy.

That transplant…
with Lily's comorbidities.

All right, Devon. I need you
to keep your voice down.

Just tell me exactly what happened.

Okay, I reran a full blood panel
on Lily without telling Lane.

And the lab showed
that her kidneys are failing.

Which means she's not eligible
for a bone marrow transplant right now.

Lane just played it off
like somebody at her clinic

made a mistake, but I don't know…

She had to have known, right?

Why would Lane
proceed with the transplant?

Money. Bone marrow transplants
are the Super Bowl

of cancer treatments
when it comes to billing.

Lily would have died.

You were right.

We have to do something about Lane.

[sighs]

♪ Blood of my blood ♪

♪ Flesh of flesh ♪

♪ You only want
Over them cash… ♪

[sputters] Let's just try to
stay out of each other's way

while you're doing
whatever business with the hospital.

I'm not investing in the hospital.

Truth is, I never was.

I was just doing some recon, that's all.

Recon for what?

I'm opening a small private hospital.

What I hope will be the first of many.

And I don't just want you to work there.

I want you to run it…

after you finish this final year
of residency, of course.

-What?
-Just hear me out.

You can do what you love to do.

Interact with the patients
while training your doctors your way,

without all of this bureaucratic
mess over your head.

You trying to buy your way back
into my life again?

Maybe I am. The point is,

this is something that's important to you

and it's important to me
to help you get it.

Conrad, I am trying.

I-I don't need an answer right now.

Just think about it.

You know how to reach me
when you're ready.

♪ Blood of my blood
Flesh of flesh ♪

♪ You only want over them cash ♪

♪ Only want what I can't feel ♪

Who's that?

My father.

♪ I'm still I'm proud, proud ♪

Your father?

♪ Flesh of flesh ♪

♪ You only want over… ♪

Are we really not gonna talk about this?

No, we're not.

I'll see you later.

Hey. Talk to me.

Don't do this. Don't shut me out.

Look, if this is about Jude…

Nic, no explanation necessary.
It's your life.

Conrad…

[sighing]

You told me repeatedly
that this thing was over between us.

I just didn't want to hear it.

That's on me.

♪ Blood of my blood
Flesh of flesh ♪

♪ You only want over them cash ♪

♪ Only want what I can't feel ♪

♪ I'm still proud, proud ♪

[sighs]

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