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[man] Previously on The Resident…

Hey, Noni.
You are looking lovely today, as always.

[woman] Every reputable hospital
is trying to recruit Carver.

How are your surgical error

-and complication rates?
-Excuse me?

Transparency and accountability force us
to weed out the bad and grow the good.

-I need Bell.
-You know what to do.

I pushed Dr. Okafor
to exceed my expectations,

and, sadly, on this day, she wasn't ready.

You are finally cleared
for your bone marrow transplant.

We can start your conditioning today.

Lily's in acute renal failure? If we
proceed with the transplant, she'll die.

What's going on?

You were right.

We have to do something about Lane.

[Devon] Have you thought about
the wedding?

[Priya] No. [chuckles]
It stresses me out.

[Devon] 150 guests
is well within our budget.

150 guests is within our budget,

but none of these 150 guests
include friends,

-only our families.
-Well,

we got to have our families there.

Mmm, but do we, really?

Okay, maybe not yours. [laughs]

This is why I want to elope.

-Lunch later?
-Sure.

Or…

-we could just stay home, okay?
-[scoffs]

No. I'll be late for work.

-Yeah. I don't care.
-I know you don't care,

but I need you to care.

I'm serious, Devon.

It's my job…

[sighs]

[exhales]

That was nice.

Yeah. Yeah, very much.

[laughs]

You don't have to stay.

You trying to get rid of me?

Let's just call this what it is, Conrad…

a rebound thing.

[laughing] It's not.

It's not a rebound thing, I…

Nic and I, we split up a while ago.

No, I meant it's…

it's my rebound thing.

-Oh, yeah, right. You and Tucker.
-[laughs]

All right. Okay.

[both laugh]

I should go. I…

I got to get back to my place.
I got to change.

No one's stopping you.

♪ Shadows twist in the night ♪

♪ Oh, what a life ♪

♪ I just gotta roll with the dice ♪

♪ I bet your bottom dollar
And my soul with a price ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Howlin' to the moon ♪

♪ Calling out for you… ♪

It's big.

And getting bigger.

[man grunts]

Oh, it hurts like hell. Oh.

Yeah.

I think I need to go to a doctor.

[opening theme music playing]

[exhales]

[sighs]

[groans]

Ooh. Someone didn't go home last night.

Apparently not.

[Mina] Ooh, look at you,
pretending not to care.

I'm not pretending.

Hey, when you get a minute?

-Yeah.
-You had a chance

to talk to Conrad about Lane
and her near-miss with Lily?

Yeah. He said,

-"Well done."
-Well done?

You saved her life.

That's kind of what we do
around here, Nic.

Yeah, but wouldn't it be nice if your job

was to help sick people,
not save sick people from their doctors?

It would be my first choice. Yeah.

What's on your mind?

I want to report Dr. Hunter
to the state board

for overly aggressive treatment,

but if we could just get
a closer look at her patients files…

She keeps all of her patient records
at her clinic.

She doesn't even let
Lily's doctors see them.

I know… but what if you told her

that you were interested
in writing a research paper

on her protocols?

What's up?

Hey, um, just talking about,

uh, Hunter's patient, Darryl Phillips.

Judy called in sick,
so I'm helping her out.

I thought Lane banned you
from her patients.

Yes, so I'll keep a low profile,
and you'll keep your voice down.

70, retired postal worker,
just got some bad news.

"CT scan and tumor markers

"are highly suggestive
of small-cell lung cancer

with obvious mets to the liver."

Lane didn't give him a prognosis.

He has maybe six months or less.

And she wants to do a biopsy,
chemo, radiation.

She might be able to buy him
a couple extra months.

[sighs] Look, I was just hoping
you could talk to him

and help him figure out his priorities.

How was your evening?

Stayed in. Watched TV.

Hmm.

Oh, Mary. Why don't you shut up?

No, you shut up, you old toad.

Nicki, please get
this stoop lady out of here,

or I'll get a restraining order.

Well, aren't you two adorable?

Darryl, Mary. This is Dr. Conrad Hawkins.

He's gonna ask you a series of questions

designed to help you figure out
where you want to go from here.

Well, I know where I'm going.

Home.

-[scoffs]
-Okay, that's a beginning.

Tell me what you're most afraid of.

Well, besides dying and going to
hell, I'm not a fan of snakes.

He's afraid of being serious.

[Darryl] Oh, I'm serious.

I'm serious as stage IV lung cancer,
which I have, apparently,

even though I still feel pretty
damn good, right now.

I'm guessing that'll change

if I start all these treatments
Dr. Hunter wants to do.

But Darryl, what if those treatments work?

Where you been, Mary?
There's nothing that's gonna fix this.

Dr. Hunter says she can extend your life.

It's possible.

She's had success with many patients,

-but there are no guarantees.
-I know too many folks

who've been through this hell.

All this will do is rob me of
the few good months I have left.

Isn't that the truth, Doctor?

-It's a possible scenario, yeah.
-Well, I don't want that.

I don't want a few more days
in the hospital.

I've accepted there's not enough
time to drive across country,

so I'll settle on just
cleaning out the garage.

The garage? Why you keep
bringing up that damn garage?

The man asked me what scares me, Mary.

What scares me is leaving you
with hospital bills you can't pay

and a hoarder's garage.

There's a lot of crap to sort through.

Tons of boxes, old paint cans…

and a certain VHS tape you misplaced.

Shush.

Peter will help me.

I want to help you,

and that means skipping the treatment.

Dr. Hunter wants to do a biopsy.

Why? We know what's wrong with me.

To identify the type of tumor
and target therapy.

Well, no therapy, so no biopsy. Simple.

[exhales]

Okay. That's clear to me.

Great. More time at home
with the ball and chain.

All right, I'll have Dr. Hawkins
talk to your doctors

and we'll get you discharged.

[Claire] Well, I was hoping
to start this meeting with some good news.

However, it seems that
Chastain has fallen out

of the Top 50 Hospitals

on the U.S. News & World Report.

Well, maybe that's one of the reasons

that we couldn't convince
the best surgeon in the northeast

to leave St. Grace and come to Chastain.

Yeah, what happened to Carver, anyway?

I thought Randolph here was a closer.

[chuckling]

Well, we were miles apart in salary,
and Dr. Carver was also

pushing for publicly disclosing
complication rates,

-which leave us susceptible to lawsuits.
-True.

But I have been thinking
it's time that we consider

more transparency here at Chastain,
on our own terms.

Some of the same hospitals

that are beating us in the rankings
are doing just that.

Like tracking and identifying
offending physicians.

Just get rid of repeat offenders.
Like Dr. Mina Okafor.

Okafor is not a problem.

She removed the wrong testicle
from a patient.

Terminating Dr. Okafor will send a message
to coasting physicians

without resorting to a disagreeable amount
of public transparency.

Look. If we terminated doctors based on
medical errors, this room would be empty.

But if our CEO prefers,

I will send Emory
the more challenging cases

that made Chastain famous,

and we can focus on becoming
the tonsillectomy capital of the world.

-Dr. Smooth?
-That's his nickname.

His real name is Spalding Massero.

He's a concierge doctor who
practices out of New York.

[beeps, lock clicks]

His patients are rich high-profiles
from all over the world.

He charges the big fees,
we do all the work.

First time I've been in the VIP wing.

I haven't even stayed in hotels this nice.

There they are. Come on over, gentlemen.

Conrad, you remember Dr. Spalding Massero.

Our residents, Dr. Hawkins, Dr. Pravesh.

I remember Conrad Hawkins
via the U.S. Marine Corps in Afghanistan.

How's your dad?

-The same.
-Devon Pravesh.

Harvard Medical and Yale?

-Or is it the other way around?
-You got it right.

Dr. Massero was just telling me
about his hole in one at Spyglass.

Oh, was it official? Any witnesses?

-Ah, well, you insult him.
-[chuckling]

And Steph Curry.

-And Larry Ellison.
-Oh, okay.

We done fluffing here?

As will all of Dr. Massero's patients,

-this has to be handled discreetly.
-Yes.

[Massero] Bobby, get off that leg.

Whoa, whoa, whoa… [laughs]

That is Bobby Singer.

The first baseball game I ever went to
with my dad, Bobby pitched.

I am looking at the two doctors

who stand between my patient and his dream

to finally pitch in a World Series.

I had knee surgery a couple
years back, so I figured

-I tweaked it, but…
-Team doctors don't think

-it's structural.
-Yeah, it looks like

-deep vein thrombosis.
-That sounds bad.

DVT is a blood clot.
It's good you're here.

Yeah, he'll need blood thinners
and a surgical consult

-for a possible thrombectomy.
-Like surgery?

-We're in the middle of a pennant race.
-Yeah, I know. Surgery's good.

You want surgery. Surgery's quick,
and so is the recovery time.

Before we address his return to
the game, let's figure out why

Mr. Singer's leg is swelling,
we'll need ultrasounds

of his upper and lower
extremities and a CT pelvis.

-What else, Harvard?
-If he has a clot,

he'll need a full hypercoagulable workup,

including factor V Leiden,
protein C, and S levels.

[Wilmot] If all goes well,
we'll get you out of here

-in a couple of hours.
-No. We'll keep him overnight,

-just for observation, hmm?
-[Devon] We're gonna do

everything we can
to get you back on that mound.

All right. Thanks, man. I mean, Dr…

Devon. Just…

-you know what, just call me Devon.
-Devon.

-All right. Thanks.
-[chuckles]

So why do they call him "Dr. Smooth"?

Massero hates conflict, he hates drama

and he really hates
delivering bad news to patients

who pay him a lot of money not to hear it,

so he outsources the tough love
to grunts like us.

Which makes me think
Bobby has a big problem.

-Hey.
-Hey.

So, Noni?

We've got a DVT consult on Six.
He might need surgical management.

-Can you see him?
-Yeah, I'll check my schedule.

Fair to say you're over Nic.

Our clinical volume is growing so fast,

we're having difficulty
moving them through the system,

which is probably
what happened to Mrs. Shea.

Okay, and Darryl Phillips?

I need someone to perform
his biopsy today.

Excuse me. Uh, regarding
Mr. Phillips's biopsy.

-Are you following Mr. Phillips?
-He is not.

I am now. I was asked to speak with him

after he had second thoughts
about his treatment.

As you know, his prognosis is terminal.

And how would you know that
for sure without the biopsy?

CT scan and tumor markers are suggestive

of small-cell lung cancer
with mets to the liver, stage IV.

[sighs] His prognosis is extremely poor.

[Conrad] Yes,
and with what little time he has left,

he'd like to get his affairs in order
and be at home with his wife.

Well, a biopsy helps us definitively
tailor his treatment,

especially in the event
that it's not small-cell lung cancer.

Mr. Phillips doesn't want the biopsy,
since he doesn't want

a treatment that's unlikely
to change his outcome.

Unlikely?

-We punt on unlikely outcomes now?
-We do not.

Even if it is small-cell,

chemoradiation is still
an option worth exploring.

I will speak to the patient,
make sure he understands

-the upside of chemo one more time.
-O-Okay,

so i-in the future, just so I'm clear,
in these tumor board meetings,

we don't factor in what the patient wants?

I'm just asking, so I don't waste
any more of your valuable time.

That's enough, Conrad.

All right, I need someone to perform

-Mr. Phillips's biopsy today.
-Where is Vincent?

I'm free this afternoon.

-I can do it.
-[Lane] Thank you, Jude.

But I think we should wait
for Dr. Vincent.

Okay, thank you, everyone.

Conrad.

I want you there when I talk to
Mr. Phillips,

so there's no more confusion.

What was that?
The patient doesn't want the biopsy.

Well, I didn't argue for one.

I just volunteered to do the procedure.

Darryl Phillips
just wants to go home and die,

but there's no money in it
for Chastain if he leaves

-without more treatment.
-Okay, calm down.

What is this? Is this about me and Nic?

This has nothing to do with you and Nic,

and everything to do with Darryl Phillips,
whose dying wish is to go home.

Okay, don't you forget…

I'm the attending,
and you're the resident, brother.

So, technically, you outrank me,
but that doesn't change the fact

that you don't know
what you're talking about.

You and I aren't in the military
anymore, brother.

I don't even need to salute you.

[door opens]

You're here to tell me
you saved my job today

at the board meeting.

Word gets around fast.

Oh, it does, when you're the one
spreading it.

[scoffs]

They were looking for a scapegoat,
I made sure it wasn't you.

That should make you
the opposite of angry.

No, I'm here to tell you we'll be able
to work together again as partners.

I think we had some nice momentum going.

I'm not ready.

-I'm sorry.
-I am not ready to work with you.

You were right,
what you said at my M&M hearing.

I wasn't ready.

I want to be ready next time.

Well, we won't
put you in a position to fail again.

No, thanks.
I'll serve my penance studying,

and doing prostatectomies on the Titian.

Well, y-yeah. You need permission…

I sought and received permission
from the residency board

to work under Dr. Kays
for the next three months.

Excuse me.

[door opens, closes]

What kind of research project?

On your promising treatment
regimen at your clinic.

A retrospective review focused on outcomes
and disease-free intervals.

When it's published, it could
bring in even more patients,

-and save lives.
-And you think you're the first resident

to approach me about writing
a research paper?

Of course not, but they're not me.

Hmm.

Well, thank you,

but a manuscript for a prestigious journal

is already in progress.

Anything else?

No. Appreciate your time.

She definitely wasn't into it.

Doctors don't mind multiple
papers published, as long

as they're favorable. She just
doesn't want you poking around.

Yeah, maybe it's time
I quit thinking like a doctor,

and start thinking like a journalist.

Darryl, I know my aggressive
regimen can seem daunting,

but cancer is a relentless enemy,

and you have to fight it
with extreme prejudice.

You have to fight it with fire and fury.
You can't just give up.

That's why people from all over
the world come to my clinics,

because I never give up.

Yes, the survival rate
for your prognosis is not great.

Not great?

-It's nil.
-You're wrong.

There's always a chance
that you can be the outlier,

-someone who beat the odds.
-I told you, honey.

But I need to know my enemy to fight it.

What do you think, Doc?

Dr. Hawkins is an incredible doctor,
but he's an internist.

He doesn't treat cancer.

I'm your oncologist,
and I know what I'm doing.

Okay, I guess.

Do the biopsy.

[Mary] Oh, okay.

Yes. Thank you.

[Devon] I saw you pitch a two-hitter
against Chicago in 2014 and lose.

Yeah, on a throwing error.

What are you testing for?

[Conrad] Find out what's causing the clot.

[Devon] You've been through
Tommy John surgery.

You can come back from this.

All right, so after you fix it,

when can I start throwing again?

-That's up to your team doctor.
-[Conrad] And you,

-but you can't come back too soon.
-Why?

-What would happen if I did?
-Well, that depends.

-It depends on the results of the test.
-Yeah.

This conversation's not really
constructive right now.

Bobby, I want you to meet
the chief executive officer of Chastain.

She wanted to come up and say hello,
and, uh, see how you're doing.

We've actually met before.

You helped us raise awareness and finances
for our children's hospital.

That's right. It's good to see you.

Well, thank you, Doctor.

-I'll take it from here.
-Right.

-Can I speak to you for a second?
-Absolutely.

-Thank you again for choosing Chastain.
-Of course.

And, uh, we'll be back
to check on you later.

[Bobby] All right, man.

Hey, is this a bad time?

[Devon] Yeah.

All right, I'll come back.

Hey, it's all right. Come on in.

I can sign those for you.

Oh, uh, not for me.
Some of the kids in the pediatric ward

-heard you were up here.
-[chuckles]

That's great. Here.

-I'm happy to help.
-Thank you.

[Bobby] I can get some swag for the kids.

-Hats, jerseys.
-Aw, that's really sweet.

Here. Let me get your phone number.

It's fine.

Look, if you want,
I can just give you my number,

-and you can contact me when…
-Oh, no, no, no.

It's fine, sorry.
Here, I'll just punch it in, here.

There you go. Thanks again for these.

Oh… this has peppers. I think it's yours.

So how's it going with that,
um, that Pinetree story?

Pinewick.

I told you,
there's not enough evidence yet

to link the toxic landfill
to the clusters.

Right.

Hey, uh, just curious,
were any of the cancer patients

you interviewed treated by Dr. Hunter?

-Your Lane Hunter?
-Yeah.

No. Why?

Uh, just wondering.
If they'd been treated by her,

maybe there'd be evidence that could link
their cancer with the landfill.

Evidence I could help you get.

That's nice of you.

Just trying to be supportive.

I suppose there could be
patients in the cluster study

that I didn't interview
who were Lane Hunter's patients.

I could try to find them.

Why? Is there a story here?

Maybe.

For sure, there would be
a conflict of interest for the both of us,

and the possibility
of bad publicity for Chastain,

so… I would ask you to just, please,
tread lightly?

[phone chimes]

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

Everything okay?

Your baseball player
just sent me a picture

of a swollen appendage
that is definitely not his leg.

-Okay, thanks. Yeah, I got it.
-I mean…

-Thank you.
-[phone clatters]

I'm gonna talk to Bobby. He can't do that.

No, don't. I can handle it.
It's not the first time this has happened.

Jude send one too?

[scoffs]

-Very funny.
-All joking aside,

I'm talking to Bobby Singer.

Conrad, I'm serious.
I don't want you going up there.

And, for the record,

Jude and I are just friends,
unlike you and Noni.

[scoffs]

Hey. Yeah, okay. Fine.

Everything all right?

I need a surgeon to do
the Darryl Phillips's biopsy.

-Hastings signed in.
-He got pulled into a Whipple.

-Well, Mina's the on-call resident.
-Mm, she's in the penalty box.

I'll get Jude.

[woman moaning in pleasure]

Yeah, don't bother knocking. Come on in.

Is there anything else I can get you, sir?

[Conrad] He's good.

-Can I have a moment, please?
-Go ahead.

Mm.

[monitor beeping steadily]

[Conrad sighs]

Bad news?

That little selfie you sent
to one of our nurses?

-[laughs]
-I know you think it's all in good fun,

like sending over a drink

to a woman you don't know,
but you're wrong. It's harassment.

So before you leave,

apologize to her.

[laughs] All right.

[groans softly]

[Bobby sighs heavily]

If that nurse got a problem…

[beeping increases]

…then she can come and tell me, all right?

-Oh. [groans]
-[rapid dinging and beeping]

-Oh.
-Sit down.

Don't tell me to sit down.
[gasps, exhales]

Sats are dropping. He's acutely
short of breath with pleuritic chest pain.

We need to rule out a PE.

-I'm drawing an ABG.
-Am I having a heart attack? [gasps]

Doubtful, but we need more tests
to be certain.

First test will be drawing blood

to check its oxygen content
to see if the clot in your leg

traveled to your lungs,
but it starts with you

-sitting the hell down!
-[groans]

Fine. Don't sit.
We'll do this the hard way.

-[groaning] Oh! Oh!
-Put him on oxygen and get him to CT stat.

-You enjoyed that.
-Just a little.

[Massero] What the hell happened?

[Wilmot] CT shows a pulmonary
embolism with a small segmental

filling defect. We may have
to switch his anticoagulant,

but this should be treatable
without surgery.

He said you two got in an argument.

Bobby throwing a clot from his
leg to his chest is unrelated

to our discussion of how
he sexually harasses nurses,

and has everything to do
with his deep vein thrombosis.

We have to treat everyone,
from sexists to Nazis.

-That's the gig.
-Yeah, and we can still treat him,

but nowhere is it written
that patients are allowed

-to send pics of their junk to nurses.
-Well, this isn't just any patient.

Too bad for Chastain,
I'm not just any doctor.

[scoffs]

So you didn't get the name
of this big shot

VIP Massero's sending us?

He didn't want to tell me
the name of his patient,

just that it's some wealthy
Chinese businessman

who's gonna be in the U.S. next month,

so we have to keep it quiet.

Well, shouldn't be too hard.
You haven't told me much.

Massero wants a headliner for the surgery.

Face of the hospital.

I suggested you.

That's wonderful. I look forward to that.

I suggested you, even though
you challenged me at the board meeting.

[sighs]

Claire, I was just
speaking truth to power.

[scoffs] Truth? I'm not so sure of that.

Massero also has one other condition.

He doesn't want Conrad near
any of his patients anymore.

Not the Chinese billionaire next month,
nor Bobby Singer, starting right now.

I'm happy to talk to Conrad,

but we need to have a conversation
about transparency.

I'm about to get on a call.
We'll do it later.

Definite compression in the left
iliac vein, causing the clotting

-in the iliofemoral vein.
-May-Thurner Syndrome.

Treatable with anticoagulants
and surgery, but…

Your idol gets hit with a line drive
while he's on a blood thinner…

Uncontrollable internal bleeding.

Bobby's not gonna pitch
this year, maybe even next.

Well, let's pull it together.

Let's come up with a path that might save
the rest of Bobby's career,

and then put a plan together
to present it to Dr. Smooth.

Conrad, I need to speak to you.

[sighs]

The guy sent Nic a picture…

-Yeah, it's called sexting.
-It's called harassment.

Look, we need Massero
funneling his high-profiles

-to our VIP wing.
-And membership has its privileges?

You confronted one of Massero's patients,

and he thinks
you aggravated his condition.

-Seriously, you believe that?
-Doesn't matter what I believe.

And you know what,
if Nic doesn't want to invite

this type of behavior,
she shouldn't be giving

her number out to a professional athlete.

Oh, come on. Did you just
say that out loud?

Yeah, and I'm gonna say this even louder.

We don't want you
in a room with Bobby Singer.

Or any of Massero's patients ever again.

-First assist, you can close up now.
-[nurse] Yes, Doctor.

I have, uh, some good news.

I've been asked to perform
a very delicate surgery

on a foreign VIP next month--
very hush-hush--

and I've chosen you to assist.

What's in it for me?

In success, your skills will
have international exposure,

and, more importantly for the short-term,

it will impress your doubters
on the board of directors.

Thank you, but I'm happy here,

and my attending
is very pleased with my work.

Well, that's nice.

But any doctor who handles
a scalpel at Chastain Park

answers to the Chief of Surgery,
which happens to be my title,

and that means you're back assisting me.

Is that understood, Dr. Okafor?

Welcome back.

[door opens]

[sighs]

[door closes]

-Bell's leveraging you.
-I refuse to do all the work

for no credit while he gets all the glory.

I'm not the damn help.

I'll tell the board
I'm not ready for surgery,

that I am a menace to medicine.

Council of elders will never believe you.

You come off as too arrogant
to fool anyone that you're incompetent.

-Thank you.
-[elevator bell chimes]

Anytime.

-[Jude] Okay…
-[monitor beeping]

…advancing through the carina

into the right main bronchus.

And now into the right
upper lobe bronchus…

and into the lung.

Yeah, I can see the tumor. Okay.

Collecting sample.

Here we go.

All right.

And withdrawing the scope.

You can go ahead and call
for my next patient, please.

[alarms sounding]

[anesthesiologist] Oxygen sats
are acutely dropping.

Stethoscope.

[alarms continue]

I got decreased breath sounds
on the right side.

Give me a 28 French tube, now.

Collapsed the lung.

Scalpel.

Who do you think you are?
You confronted Bobby?

God, you just had to be a hero,

-after I told you not to go up there.
-He's a VIP.

I went to talk to him
because I knew you couldn't.

Couldn't or wouldn't?
Because I can, and I will.

If you complain to your supervisor,
they'll just blame you for being up there

-in the first place.
-So let 'em.

What did you accomplish, Conrad?

-Now you can't take Massero's patient.
-Win-win.

I don't care if I ever see Massero again,
and guys like Bobby have to learn

-they can't get away with that.
-And guys like you have to learn

that sometimes, we want
to take care of ourselves.

You just can't help yourself.

[pagers vibrating]

Darryl.

[Conrad] That's unbelievable.

Jude perforated his lung
pulling out the scope.

Great, so now Darryl
is stuck with a chest tube

and the drainage system
until his air leak heals.

He's fine. We can start
radiation mapping tomorrow, as planned.

I disagree, respectfully,
with that approach.

The biopsy results came back.
It's everything that we thought.

Stage IV. Small-cell.
Statistically hopeless.

Now Darryl can go home.

No, now Darryl can start radiation.

Once he's mapped,
I've got him pre-scheduled

for twice-a-day treatments.

He'll need 30 over the next three weeks,

and he'll alternate that
with his chemo cycles.

He doesn't want it, Lane.

Patients don't know
what they want, Conrad.

It's up to doctors
to frame their care in a way

so they understand what's best for them.

Or frame it in a way that hides
everything that's bad from them.

Bottom line,
no one's hopeless in my world.

I look forward to the day when
you're proud to be a doctor.

[Conrad sighs]

This was the easy part?

-Where's Jude?
-In the call room. Why?

I missed a layup.

You're not the first doctor
to cause a pneumothorax.

That air leak will take two weeks to heal.

Not exactly like he had
a lot of time left.

Well, we need you out there, so…

you just… you just got to forget it.

Everything okay in here?

Yeah.

[exhales] You all right?

You know, Conrad coming at me today,

and then laying into Bobby Singer?

That's about you.

[scoffs] No, it is not about me.

It's just what Conrad does.
He'd do it for anyone here.

That's true.

I think he still loves you, Nic.

You need to decide if you're
still in love with him.

Drinks are on me.

-[laughs]
-That's what she said, right?

-I think I paid last time, didn't I?
-I'm sorry to interrupt.

I am Dr. Okafor.

We know who you are, Mina.

I just wanted
to personally thank all of you

for my second chance.

-Second chance?
-The opportunity

to assist Dr. Bell
in the important surgery

of the top secret foreign VIP.

I am grateful for the confidence
the board is showing in me.

I have learned from my mistakes,
and I promise to make Chastain proud.

I will never again remove
the wrong organ from a patient,

VIP or otherwise.

Thank you again.

Excuse me.

-[Conrad] Hey.
-Finally.

-Where's Wilmot?
-You got to do this alone.

I'm off the case.

Dr. Smooth doesn't want
an intern telling him--

First of all, don't call him
Dr. Smooth to his face.

Second, Wilmot, our dedicated attending,

he split for the weekend.

-It's Tuesday.
-Yeah.

[computer chimes]

-Hello?
-Uh, Dr. Massero.

Hey, we're about to make our approach.

I don't have a lot of time. What's up?

Okay, first, Bobby is stable
on blood thinners,

and his PE symptoms are in control.

But, uh, the bigger concern
is that Bobby has May-Thurner.

-Damn it.
-Uh, we are suggesting an angioplasty

of the iliac vein with stent placement.

-Excuse me?
-Followed by six months

of anticoagulation
until the stent incorporates.

Where the hell's the attending?

Yes.

Dr. Wilmot was pulled into a…

emergency consult.

Would you like to wait,
or should I get Conrad?

No. Uh, no, not him.

If we start the treatment plan now,

Bobby could be ready
to play by midseason next year.

-Next season?
-Yes.

So you're telling me Bobby's gonna miss
this postseason and most of next season?

-Yes.
-This might have been his last shot

to play in the Series.
He's gonna be devastated.

I'm sorry.

I, uh… If only I could tell him in person,

but I got Banksy waiting
in a Seattle hotel room

with carpal tunnel.

If you want, I could tell the patient.

Yeah? Oh, that'd be great,
and then I'll follow up.

Devon, next time you're in New York,

you're sitting with me at a Knicks game.

Oh, great. I'm a big Knicks fan.

[breaking up] You're not a Knicks fan?

No, no. I said I am a big Knicks fan.

-That's too bad, 'cause they're courtside.
-No, wait.

Listen, they're telling me
I got to shut this down.

-No, wait. Wait, wait, wait.
-Thanks.

Massero.

[groans] Welcome to the club.

You just got Smoothed.

[sighs]

We have to tell Bobby Singer
that his season is over?

No. Not we. You.

Hey, Conrad.

Massero doesn't want a resident

telling Bobby the bad news.
He could go off on us.

Massero wouldn't care if a candy striper

told Bobby the bad news,
as long as it wasn't Massero.

Hey.

I found four new patients of Lane Hunter.

You're kidding. How?

Social media. I was able to flag posts
from five new cancer patients

asking for prayers
for their upcoming treatments

at Lane's clinic.

-You're amazing.
-I kind of am.

I'll get contact info on the patients
and call them saying I'm working

on the cluster story and ask

about their treatment regimen
with their oncologist.

Good, but keep this on the DL.

We don't want to make anyone suspicious.

Suspicious of Lane? Should they be?

Devon, you know how much
I respect what you do for a living.

But if there's a story here,
I'll chase it.

There's no turning back. You understand?

Go for it.

…you will eventually be
working there with me

-in surgery…
-Randolph.

Yeah? Excuse me for a second.

I've spoken with Massero.

According to the Chinese
government, no doctor

below an attending
can assist in the operation.

That means no residents.
Are you okay with that?

-Of course. Why wouldn't I?
-Good.

[Claire] Excuse me.

[Randolph] Listen,
we'll pick this up later.

[monitor beeping]

Bobby, you're not gonna be able to play.

-[exhales]
-A contusion

from a hard-hit ball
while you're on blood thinners

could cause internal bleeding,
and you could die.

So that's it, huh?

It all ends here.

No. No, not necessarily.
It is not unrealistic to think

that you could be back
midseason next year.

But…

I'll be 38.

This was supposed to be my last season.

[exhales shakily]

Didn't Massero tell you that?

No.

No, he didn't.

All right.

Okay.

All right, so when can I start
having sex again?

Four to five weeks.

Oh, and by the way,
somebody wants to see you.

Do you really think
women are turned on by stuff like this?

I mean, come on, you guys are the ones

who are fascinated
with body parts, not us.

But you know who does
get turned on by them?

Gossip Web sites.
So, if you send one of these to me

or one of my colleagues again,
I will blast this picture out

with your name on it to Page Six, TMZ,

The New Yorker, Deadspin…
you see where I'm going with this?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Good. It's a start.

[sighs]

[Devon] Time for your
radiation mapping, Mr. Phillips.

I'm ready, I guess.

Honey, relax. I'll be fine.

What could go wrong?

Well, I guess if I get
more time with Mary,

-this will all be worth it.
-[Mary] But will it?

Dr. Hunter says we can increase
his survival time 25%.

What does 25% longer survival mean?

Months? Years?

It's an estimate based on
patients with similar cancers

using Dr. Hunter's protocol.

She's saying they lived
an additional five weeks.

Five weeks? Stop this thing.
Someone has to talk to me straight.

You're elected.

Give me a sec, guys.

Dr. Hunter could be talking

about new radiation techniques
that I don't know about.

I'm an internist, but all
treatments and tests have risk.

Chemo and radiation are toxic.

They have to be, to kill the cancer.

Just tell me if these treatments
will make me die sooner.

[Conrad] They will make you
feel sicker, nauseous,

and will weaken your immune system

and that means you're more
in danger of getting infections.

And some of those infections can kill you.

Why didn't anybody tell us this before?

No one wants to take away hope, Mary.

What would you do if you were me?

I wouldn't want to spend
the time I have left

at Dr. Hunter's clinic.

I'd want to spend every minute
I have left with her.

Start the paperwork now.

Discharge me
or I'll walk out of here myself.

Honey, you can't do that.

Can he?

It's a hospital, not a prison.
We can't hold him against his will.

It's called eloping,

when a patient slips away
without being discharged.

What about this, uh, chest tube thing?

Well, we changed you to a portable system

to make it easier for you here.
Mary knows how it works.

It's easy and your dressing
is changed, so…

you're good to go.

We're gonna have Hospice check on you

when you're settled back home
if you choose to leave now.

Honey, what do you think?

That garage ain't gonna clean itself.

It's been fun.

[Mary] Come on. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

-Take that off.
-Help Mr. Phillips back to his room

-and take out his IV, please.
-Easy, easy, easy.

-You all right?
-Yeah.

Thank you.

Oh, uh, by the way,
you two make a very cute couple.

[Darryl] Hustle, Mary.
In case you missed it,

my end of the hourglass
is very low on sand.

Shut up or I'll leave you right here.

I slept with Noni.

Well, I haven't slept with Jude.

Maybe I did it to get over you.

That kind of sucks for Noni.

No, she's fine with it. Believe me.

-So, how'd that work out for you?
-[sighs]

What do you think?

Dr. Lane Hunter.

What about her?

Tell me everything.

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