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-[man] Previously on The Resident…
-I have multiple sclerosis.

Oh… Darling, I'm so sorry.

We're-we're here for you.

The doctors at the Mayo said
you could return to surgery.

I'm hopeful and I'm reassured.

Promise me one thing…

you won't give up on the OR just yet.

Do Billie and AJ know
that you want to be double board-certified

in the hardest field of medicine,
neuro and cardiothoracic surgery?

I've mentioned that I want to do this.

Bob Porter. University Hospital, Augusta.

So you must be the other name

on the governor's short list
for a seat on the medical board.

So we are competitors.

You mind if I ask you why you want a seat?

Just want to give back.

I need a letter of recommendation
for the Georgia State Medical Board.

I'm competing with another doctor
for the spot.

Who is he?

This is him.

[Billie] Robert Porter is angling
for a seat on the board.

He raped me when I was 13 years old.

You want to go before the board
and tell them?

I want to make a statement.

[suspenseful music playing]

Yes, a chronic back, elbow, knee issue

might not be a terminal disease, but…

it can feel like one

due to the impact it has on your life.

But…

with 3D printing, soon,

we will be able to create
patient-specific implants.

Customized. Targeted. Personal.

This will be revolutionary.

[scoffs]

[sighs]

[Devon] "Advancements in medicine
have inspired

promising new treatments,

empowering patients and giving
them more say in their care."

Thank you. "And clinical research
can advance it even further,

resulting in progress that can change…"

Oh, my God. Could this be any more boring?

Doubtful.

But never underestimate the draw
of your geeky clinical trial sexiness.

Mm?

[chuckles softly]

I wish you were coming with me.

Me, too.

But this conference might be more enticing

than gender reveal festivities.

About you doing both
cardiothoracic and neurosurgery,

obviously, it is entirely
100% your decision.

But, I mean, this is going to be…

a massive,

massive challenge, Leela.

I know. I won't make a decision

until I have a real conversation
with Billie about it.

Okay?

-[cell phone chimes, buzzes]
-Okay.

And that's Jessica.

Good luck with your presentation.

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Baby love, my baby love ♪

♪ I need you, oh, how I need you ♪

♪ But all you do is treat me bad ♪

This is the best macaron I've ever tasted.

Your sister is so elegant.

She is. Beautiful and rich.

We've always been so different.

Just look at her. Look how skinny she is,

and she's three months' pregnant.

It must be nice that you
and Padma are so similar.

You get to avoid comparisons.

Oh, no, there are comparisons.

One of us is fun and spontaneous,
the other serious, rigid.

-I'm sure you can guess who's who.
-No.

Oh! [scoffs] Way to stick
to the pink and blue theme, Jess.

Oh. [chuckles] There's a theme?

I-I didn't know.

-Oh, funny, lady.
-[chuckles]

You look lovely,
even if you're dressed for a funeral,

not a gender reveal party.

Considering that gender is
a social construct…

Uh, it's an amazing party.
Thank you so much for inviting me.

And thank you for coming, Leela.
And the real fun is about to begin.

Have we got a surprise for you.

She's so funny.

-Oh, my gosh. [chuckles]
-Yeah.

Oh, photo op.

And that photo will be online

in three, two,

one.

[Leela chuckles]

They're so cute.

How did they meet?

[Jessica] Scarlett was bartending,
doing some modeling on the side.

Will came in for a drink
and he couldn't take his eyes off her.

She went from being behind in car payments
to flying on private jets.

Wow.

All right, boys and girls,
let's gather round!

[indistinct chatter]

[Scarlett giggles]

[Will] Thank you all for being here.

Let's find out if our firstborn

is a lad or lassie.

-[all chuckling]
-Our OB and the guys

who built this are the only ones who know.

[Scarlett laughs]

Is that a cannon?

Wait, like a cannon-cannon?

With these two,
it's go big or go gigantic.

-[chuckles]
-[Will] On the count of three.

-[all whooping]
-One!

Two!

Three!

[light whooping]

[all murmuring]

Is this thing broken?

-[grunts]
-[guests gasping]

[all screaming]

-[Scarlett] Babe!
-[Jessica] Oh, my God.

[Leela] Someone call 911!

[man] See if he's okay.

[overlapping chatter]

[opening theme music playing]

I'm thinking we'll pick up pasta
from Luigi's or…

Yes! I love their "carbon-ye-ara."

[chuckles] Carbonara works.

With ice cream on top?

No, Daddy.

-Just parmesan.
-But I thought you liked ice cream on top.

Bye, Daddy!

Okay, well, I'm having ice cream.

She's already reading? That's amazing.

[Conrad] Yeah, way sooner than I ever did.

She must've got that from her mom.

-I'll be back in a sec.
-Thank you.

You working in the ER today?

Yeah, yeah, I'm covering for Devon.

-He's at that clinical trial conference.
-Ah, right. Yeah.

For some, being an ER doc isn't enough.
He's got to be a fancy scientist, too.

Well, our patients are lucky
to have you here, too, my friend.

[man] Help!

My passenger is dying.

[Irving] What happened?

I picked her up from her apartment,
she got in pale and shaky,

asking for a hospital,
and slumped onto the seat.

I'm Dr. Hawkins.

You're at Chastain Memorial Hospital.

[panting]

Can you tell us what's going on?

Okay, how about your name?

Finger stick 104.

Will get these to the lab stat.

Blood pressure low. O2 sat 89.

Her son, I'm guessing?

Hmm, she works at Only A Dollar.

Oh, here we go. Uh, Charli April Martinez.

Born January 15, 1997.

I see a subtle petechial rash
to her neck and arms.

[Irving] We're calling
her emergency contact.

She's 25 years old, ear infection in 2004,

vaccinations up to date.

Hmm. Charli's popular.

Turn the ringer on in case someone calls
who can tell us something.

Her emergency contact's not answering.
I'll try again later.

Looks like she had a laparoscope
placed there recently,

but abdominal surgery
needs more than one port.

O2 sat's 98% on nasal cannula.

BP's 104/60.

Seems like she's protecting her airway.

Let's use this opportunity
to get more info.

Trevor, page Raptor,
have him meet you at CT.

I'm gonna make a quick stop.
I'll catch up with you there.

[cell phone chimes]

[exhales]

[elevator bell chimes]

[Bell] Hey.

Thanks again for writing
that letter of recommendation.

Well, I hope it helps.

And Porter? Is he still in the running
for the same seat?

Why wouldn't he be?

I've heard there are multiple
ethics complaints against him.

-Thought that might get him disqualified.
-[elevator bell chimes]

Let me know if you hear
anything more about him.

You're smiling.

That's good news, right?

-This my latest MRI?
-Yep.

Your neuro exam is excellent.

No new lesions.

Since you started taking the meds,
your MS is not progressing.

How you feeling?

[exhales] Overall, good.

Better now. [sighs]

It means you're cleared for surgery.

-Are you sure?
-You passed all the necessary tests.

I could have another flare-up
while I'm operating.

True, but it's unlikely,
and you know what to expect now.

Worse comes to worst,
you head off any symptoms

-with a steroid pulse.
-What about my patients?

Is this a risk they should take, too?

There are surgeons with MS
safely operating

thanks to good meds,
and you will have backup.

The OR needs you.

And you need the OR.

[Scarlett] I'm so sorry.

This was a terrible idea.
They said it was safe.

-[Will] I can't hear her!
-The explosion ruptured your eardrum.

-It'll get better soon.
-He's gonna be okay, right?

-Yep, Irving will make sure of it.
-[Will groans]

Am I glad to see you, brother-in-law.

You got any painkillers? Strong ones?

Yeah, let's get you
off the stretcher first.

On my count. One, two, three.

He can't hear.
His eardrum might have ruptured.

-What happened?
-The cannon exploded.

Right. Did you say "cannon"?

I-It was supposed
to fire blue or pink smoke.

I-I'm the one who talked him into it.

Okay, easy. Let's just focus
on getting him better.

Get Will checked in.
We'll take care of him.

-[grunts]
-[Irving] Whoa, looks like it hurts.

Let's get 75 mics of fentanyl.

Okay. Try holding still, hon.
You'll be feeling better in a few seconds.

Will, I'm gonna send you for a scan
to get a clear picture of what's going on.

-Okay?
-[Will coughs]

[wheezing]

I don't hear any breath on the right.

My chest, it hurts.

-[rapid beeping]
-His sats are starting to drop.

No lung sliding. Looks like
the shrapnel collapsed the lung.

We need a chest tube now.

The doctor said his lung collapsed
and he could have internal injuries.

Yeah, I can't believe it either.

Oh, I'll call you when I know more, okay?

We got his lung re-expanded,
he's breathing much better,

-and he's on the way to CT.
-[exhales] Okay.

-His parents?
-Yeah.

They said I should have
talked him out of the cannon,

but it was my stupid idea
in the first place.

Oh, my God, I mean, what a disaster.

[sighs]

One of his coworkers posted it.

-[screaming over video]
-And it's already been reposted 175 times.

What? A-As if this wasn't awful enough.

[sighs] Maybe put your phone away?

Uh, "Latest addition to the cesspool
of gender reveal idiocy."

"Stop blowing things up to tell people
your kid's got a penis."

Oh, Scarlett, your friends love you.

Who cares what a bunch of strangers think?

-Yeah.
-Yeah?

Yeah.

Thank you.

[Conrad] Troponin and BNP
are both elevated.

She has leukocytosis but no fever.

Nothing is adding up. We need answers.

Her sats are drifting down.

She's getting sicker by the minute.

Considering all those TikTok
notifications, she must have an account.

Let's see if it can tell us anything.

♪ Don't buy me no ring ♪

♪ See, I've got my own ♪

♪ Ah, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah… ♪

♪ Living in a haze ♪

♪ Staying in the shade ♪

♪ All I do is sit around and wait for… ♪

Wow. Scan's taking that long, huh?

[chuckles] She's our patient,
we still don't know what's wrong with her,

so we're looking for clues
and Irving is trying to reach the family.

180,000 followers. Wow, that's impressive.

Yeah, but it's not helping.

Maybe this will.

Trevor, take it from the top
and walk us through it.

Well… [exhales]

…the apices of the lungs look clear.

There's some scattered focal ground-glass.

Hold on, is that a, uh…

-A filling defect.
-Yeah.

Consistent with a huge clot
in her right pulmonary artery.

Yeah, and smaller clots
in the distal arteries, too.

Maybe they aren't blood clots.

Then what are they?

This pattern plus the rash,
I'm thinking fat embolism syndrome.

Yeah, globules of fat
clogging up the vessels.

That happens after fractures
or burns, right?

But she didn't have those.

Or pancreatitis.

But liposuction would explain all of it.

The fat embolism,
the surgical port we saw.

-[rapid beeping]
-[Austin] O2's in the 80s.

149 heart rate. She's tanking.

[coughing]

[Conrad] Hemoptysis.
We need to secure her airway

before she aspirates.

What the hell is going on?

Let's intubate and find out.

Gail, I need you to look
for two small injection sites

on the patient's backside.

Do you see them?

Yes, I do.

Prepare the intubation meds now.

It's okay.

[Austin] All right,
stats are coming back up.

Looks like Charli here
got herself a Brazilian butt lift.

Aren't BBLs the most dangerous
procedure there is?

Yeah, but I doubt they advertise
the high fatality rates.

Right. They sell you on the prospect
of getting a curvier backside

while losing inches in the middle.

Let's get her to ICU.

I need to ultrasound her heart to see

where that runaway fat
is now calling home.

[Bell] That does not look pretty.

The tiniest bowel perf
and he could end up in septic shock.

Jessica's brother-in-law?

Yeah. We've admitted him
and I booked an OR,

and as soon as it's ready,
we'll take him in.

Uh-huh. And what happened?

A gender reveal party gone very wrong.

A cannon was involved.

Probably best if I don't know the details.

-[exhales]
-So, this could go south really fast.

He's gonna need exploratory laparotomy.

Well, I'm glad you're on deck.

Uh, you're on deck. I'm a maybe.

We need to talk.

-[sighs]
-What's going on?

Remember the last time
we operated together?

I had some issues.

And I contacted Conrad,
we had some tests run.

And?

I have MS.

Multiple sclerosis?

-I am so sorry, Dr. Bell.
-Thank you.

I'm-I'm adjusting to the new reality,
with Kit's help.

And on-on meds, I have no symptoms,
at least for now,

and Conrad has cleared me
for surgery. However…

if you would prefer

to work with another doctor…

Absolutely not.

This is a physical challenge.

That's it.

-[laughs softly]
-I have one, too.

If you hadn't told me, I'd never have

-guessed that you have dyslexia.
-Thank you.

But when I chose surgery,
my family, friends, advisors,

everyone thought it would
make me dangerous.

But with my work-arounds, I believe I've…

-You are one of the best.
-I don't know about that.

But I do not let dyslexia stand in my way.

This is just a new challenge to overcome.

Well, thank you, Dr. Devi.

Was a good pep talk.

I'll see you in the OR.

Man, when I was in my 20s,
the worst things

we did to ourselves
were tattoos and piercings.

-Guilty of the former.
-Latter for me.

I got a gnarly infection
from my eyebrow ring.

Oh, trust me, it was dope.

-Until it wasn't.
-[laughter]

Ah…

Oh, this is no good.

Charli's in trouble.

Is that fat sitting in her heart?

Not just sitting, it's in transit,
from her right atrium to her left.

So she has a congenital hole in her heart?

Probably undetected before,
but blew open when she had the P.E.s.

Maybe even acted as a pop-off valve,

-saving her life, but now…
-It's a bomb.

-Primed and ready to go off at any moment.
-Yeah.

If it makes its way
into her arterial circulation…

-She'll stroke out.
-[Austin] I'll text Dr. Sutton.

If that fat embolizes to her brain,

we'll have minutes to intervene.

[cell phone ringing]

[Trevor] Hopefully, it's her family.

-[beeps]
-[over phone] Charli, hon, this is Cassie

calling from Enhanced Dreams.
How you feeling after your procedure?

Cassie, you're speaking with three doctors
at Chastain Memorial Hospital

who are trying to save Charli's life.

So if I had to guess, I'd say she's
feeling pretty damn miserable right now.

Cassie, this is Dr. Hawkins.

Did Charli get a Brazilian butt lift
at Enhanced Dreams?

We're gonna take that as a yes.
It's led to fat embolism syndrome.

We need to talk to her surgeon.

[line disconnects]

Uh-- Did she seriously just hang up?

She's not getting rid of us that easy.
Trevor, google Enhanced Dreams.

We're calling Cassie back.

[Trevor] All right, here we go.

"Enhanced Dreams Plastic Surgery."

-[line ringing]
-[sighs]

[busy signal]

[laughs]

Great. Great, they're probably
busy hiding the evidence.

I doubt they'll have time
to pack up and run

-before my shift's over.
-Okay, that's not happening.

But let's keep calling.

Are you really calling me for a stroke
that hasn't happened?

-Can't you just give her TPA?
-She's had a recent surgery.

If we give her TPA, she could bleed out.

If that fat goes to her brain,
you will only have minutes

to perform an interventional thrombectomy.

Sucking clots out of the brain
through the groin is not my specialty.

I haven't done that procedure
since residency.

-Just page IR.
-Come on, you know those guys

don't work over the weekend.

And if we page them,
they would not get here in time.

And our only endovascular
neurosurgeon's on vacation.

Sutton, we wouldn't be asking you this
if there was another option.

Then I'll have to.

I'd better go review
my head-neck vascular anatomy.

[sighs]

[Scarlett sighs] They're here.

Dr. Bell, this is Will
and my sister Scarlett.

-Such a pleasure.
-Dr. Bell

is a nationally-recognized trauma surgeon.

Jess has told me so much about you.

-She's your biggest fan.
-Well, and I'm hers.

We don't know what we would do
without her here at Chastain.

So, the scans show that
there are multiple metal fragments

peppered throughout your abdomen.

And in surgery,
we'll remove every fragment

and we'll ensure that the explosion

didn't cause any other injuries
that we can't see on the scans.

He's gonna be okay, right?

He's in the right place,
but of course you should know

surgery carries risks.

And, Jessica, I know it's your day off,
but I would like you to scrub in with me.

'Cause, after all, you are my right hand.

You couldn't keep me out.

Great.

[Jessica] Just gonna get this.

-Okay.
-Yeah?

[Bell] Ready?

Promise me he'll be okay, Jess.

Try not to worry.
We're gonna take great care of him.

[Scarlett] Okay.

I love you so much, and I am so, so sorry

I talked you into that cannon.

I love you.

It's okay.

Are you sure you're up for this, Dr. Bell?

It's just, the last time
we worked together,

you didn't feel well
and you abandoned the surgery.

You haven't been in the OR since then.

Yeah, no, I haven't been well.

And I can explain all that to you later,

but the important thing is,
we figured out the problem,

and I've been cleared for surgery
by both Kit and Conrad, so…

I think we're okay.

Okay, yeah, mm-hmm.

[exhales]

[monitor beeping steadily]

[Bell] Okay, through the fascia.

It looks like a little oozing
from the liver.

[Leela] I'll get better exposure now.

How are you doing, Dr. Bell?

[Bell] All good.

-Okay, one piece of shrapnel, gone.
-[metallic clink]

And another.

[Leela] I'm having trouble getting it.

[Bell] I got it.

It's such delicate work.

[Leela] Nice going.

Now, what is that?

[Bell] Oh, that looks like
another piece of shrapnel.

This time it's wedged into the liver.

Removing the foreign body now.

-[rapid beeping]
-[Leela] Suction.

Lap pads.

Looks like this went
into the liver and hit a vessel.

[Chu] You guys got into something big.
I'm maxing my pressors.

[Bell] It's gonna be okay.

Initiating massive transfusion protocol.

Okay, Dr. Devi, I need you
to help me get down to the aorta

to cross-clamp…

and get control of this.

[Chu] I'm transfusing the second unit
of blood, four liters of crystalloid,

two of albumin, and still losing.
Blood pressure isn't budging.

[Bell] Okay, we're gonna need
supraceliac control.

Page AJ stat for a thoracotomy.

He's on deck in the OR suite.
I'm calling him now.

[Bell] Good, thank you.

[Chu] No blood pressure detected,
but HR reading 160.

[Austin] All right, somebody talk to me.

[Jessica] Thank you for coming so fast.

[Bell] Unavoidable bleeding
after shrapnel removal.

We need better control from above
to be able to repair the defect.

-That's why we called you.
-[Austin] Let's get to it. Scalpel me.

[suspenseful music playing]

Spreaders.

Clamp.

All right. Voilà, that should do it.

[monitor beeps]

We've got a blood pressure back.

[Austin] All right.

[Bell] Glad you're in the house.

[Austin] Hey, man, glad to be here.

[woman over PA] Any available resident
to ICU Three.

Available resident to ICU Three.

Hey, look, if you're gonna ask me
to back off surgery again, that's okay,

but I-I want to say I called in AJ

because we needed him,
not because of the MS.

I know, and Will is alive
because you made that call.

I just wanted to say welcome back.

[laughs softly] Thanks.

It's good to be back.

Dr. Sutton?

Do you have a moment?

Sure.

It's been a while since I've approached
the brain from this direction.

I could use a break.

Just trying to get
my muscle memory to kick in.

I wanted to chat with you
some more about the idea

of double-boarding with cardio and neuro.

Go on.

I know you think I'm crazy,
and so does Devon,

but people said the same thing to me
when I decided

to become a surgeon with dyslexia.

Yes, but it's not the same thing.

Maintaining excellence
in both specialties is impossible.

Expertise comes from repetition,
which is why this IR procedure

is so tough.

And trying to maintain competency in both,
it isn't enough.

Okay, but I…

Listen, I have to get back to this.

Let's talk about it later, okay?

Okay.

You're not gonna believe this.

What am I looking at?

The Enhanced Dreams Instagram page.

This surgery was live this morning.

And that might even be Charli.

[Cassie] At Enhanced Dreams,
dreams really do come true,

as we give you nothing
but the hottest transformation.

Right, Doc?

-[surgeon] Oh, yeah.
-Look at all that

beautiful liquid gold
the doctor's harvesting.

That's human fat, which will be used

to sculpt a gorgeous new rear end.

Let me hear you say "thicc."

They need to be stopped.

-Patient was awake?
-Mm-hmm.

She likely gave permission to film it.

Maybe, but Enhanced Dreams
is run by a dermatologist,

not a plastic surgeon.

It's got to be illegal.

Eh, you would think, but it's not.

Anyone with a medical license can perform

cosmetic surgery in Georgia.

Chalk it up to ridiculous things
that are legal in medicine.

[monitor beeping rapidly]

We got you, Charli.
We got you, we got you.

-[muffled grunting]
-We got you.

[Conrad] She's stroking out. Page Billie!

Shouldn't we get a CT
with contrast to figure out where?

No time. It's localized
to the left middle cerebral artery.

That's the best we can give Billie
right now. Let's get her to IR.

[cell phone rings]

Nice to hear from you.

So, you have news about the board seats?

I do. [exhales]

Dr. Bell, we received
an accusation from, uh,

your hospital
about one of our top candidates.

Well, if you're talking about Porter,

I gather there were some
ethics complaints against him, but I…

assumed you were aware.

No, this is new.

Uh…

the credibility of the source
is the issue.

It came from the same person
who wrote your recommendation

at Chastain.

Dr. Sutton?

Conflict of interest here

is, uh…

obvious. And it's…

not a stretch to imagine
you helped motivate this.

Well, I-I assure you, I did not.

Sadly, that's hard to believe.

So we can no longer offer you a position
on the state medical board.

The optics…

could not be worse.

[exhales]

Uh, thanks for the call.

I reached the mom.

She took Charli's son to Disney World
while she had surgery.

Apparently, Charli's desperate
for more followers.

If she hits 200K,
she can make cash, quit her job,

and get a place for her son and her.

So she decided to get
a Brazilian butt lift?

Her mom said she's always coming up
with ideas to look better.

She thinks that's how
she'll get more followers.

No one could talk her out of it.

Do they know how sick she is?

Her mom does.

Hasn't told the kid.

Hopefully she won't have to.

Hey, Billie, can we talk?

Can it wait? I'm due in IR.

No, it can't. I got a call
from the lieutenant governor saying

you filed a complaint
against Robert Porter.

That was supposed to be anonymous.

Well, what was?
What the hell's going on?

I can't-- I can't think
about this right now…

Well, look, look, whatever this is,

I mean, they think
that I put you up to it,

because you signed
my letter of recommendation.

And now the state medical board
is siding with Porter and…

[sputters] …cutting me.

Billie, we have a patient waiting.
Let's go.

-So?
-[sighs] I've got to go.

How'd your IR practice go?

We'll find out.

Well, don't worry.

I know this anatomy well.

[exhales deeply]

[steady beeping]

It's heartbreaking that this
young woman put her life at risk

for more followers.

It was also to give her son a better life.

It's sad she believed this was
her best option to do that.

[Billie] Just at the takeoff
to the left middle cerebral artery.

Come on, Billie.

Dr. Sutton, you're turned around.

You're in the right-sided circulation.

[Billie] I know where I am.
The patient has left-sided weakness.

We need to get to the right side
of the brain.

She's confusing the patient's symptoms.

[Leela] All of the patient's deficits
were on the right,

which means the embolism
has to be on the left.

[sighs]

Neuroanatomy 101. [exhales]

[inhales deeply]

Damn it. Where am I?

What's happening?

Looks like she's freezing up.

She never loses focus like this.

[Leela] It's all right.
We're almost there.

Right here is the left anterior
cerebral artery.

And here is the takeoff
to the middle cerebral artery.

[Conrad] There you go, Billie.

She found the embolism.

And now they pull it out?

Yeah.

It's safer than breaking it up.

[Trevor] She's gonna be okay now, right?

If they got there in time.

[Billie] Thanks for having my back.

[Leela] Anytime.

You okay?

[Billie] No.

I'm furious with myself.

Do you want to talk about it?

Not really.

But this is a clear example
of why you can't double-board

in these two fields.

I don't understand.

My mind was a million miles away.

Dr. Austin juggles multiple specialties.

He's triple-boarded.

Not in neurosurgery.

This is as high-risk and complex
as any surgery gets.

If you try and do this and anything else,

the result will be catastrophic.

I rise to challenges.

Okay? It's who I am.

A challenge is good.

A suicide mission is not.

And in this case, the person you'd kill
would be the one on the table.

-But you haven't even g…
-Leela,

you may need to ask yourself
why you are putting up mountains

too big for anyone to climb.

Is that your final answer?

Honestly, it would be anyone's.

[cell phone buzzes]

Thanks again for your help.

[door opens]

[sighs]

I had to tell Randolph
after what Beaumont said.

I'm so sorry, Billie.

I should have realized this could happen.

[Kit] But it shouldn't have.

You were promised confidentiality.

And the lieutenant governor broke
that promise. It's just outrageous.

So what do I do now?

You said you could prove
your charges against Porter.

[sighs] I can.

But it means devastating
emotional repercussions

for the other person involved.

Oh, Billie, I understand.

But if you don't,

I fear the repercussions for you
could be far worse.

Accusers destroy the person accusing them.

That's how it works.

Jess.

Oh.

-Thank you.
-Oh.

Thank you so much.

I am just so happy that he's okay.

-That was really stressful.
-[chuckles]

Oh, God, you would not believe

things that people are saying
about me and Will.

"Let's just hope the husband
is shooting blanks now

so these two nitwits can't bring
a second child into the world."

Will is fine. You'll have
plenty more children,

-if you want them.
-Mm.

In a couple of days, these vultures
will be attacking someone else.

Mm, I'm thinking of making T-shirts

with the worst comments printed on them.

[inhales deeply] Truth is,

I feel like I kinda deserve it.

You don't.

Well, it's just…

The only opinion of me
that really matters, besides Will's,

is yours.

-And I just hope that you're not…
-Scarlett, you are my sister.

I love you, no matter what.

I feel like there's always
a "no matter what" with me.

You were great at anything
you put your mind to.

The only thing I put my mind to
were boys and parties.

And you never needed
anyone's approval but your own.

And Mom told me I wouldn't need
so much attention

if I just took a page out of your book.

Oh, Scarlett.

You are a ray of sunshine.

And you bring it to Will,
and he loves you for it.

Aw. But?

But maybe nix the T-shirt idea.

-Mm.
-No sense in feeding the trolls.

And definitely a hard no
on backyard explosives.

-[chuckles] That's sound advice.
-[chuckles]

We still don't know
if it's a boy or a girl.

Well, if you must know…

-he's a little boy.
-[gasps]

I saw the weenie on the ultrasound.

-What?
-Mm-hmm.

-Scarlett.
-What?

So why the party?

Is that a serious question?

-Do you not know your sister?
-[laughs]

[Scarlett laughs]

Hiya, honey.

Hey.

Can you squeeze my hands?

Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze.

Good.

All right.

What happened?

[Austin] Well, in a nutshell,

the fat from your Brazilian butt lift
swam to your brain

and it almost paralyzed you.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God. I feel like such an idiot.
I shouldn't have done it.

I just-- I saw this thing
on Instagram and…

[Trevor] Oh, we know it.

Frustratingly legal and yet…

criminally unqualified.

They had these glamour shots,
and I just thought that…

damn, if I could look like that…

-[sighs]
-You could get more followers?

We spoke to your mom.

She knows?

[Austin] Yep.

But she also knows
that you're gonna be okay.

And Daniel? My-my son.

[sputters] He's probably so scared
right now.

-[sniffles]
-It's up to you what you tell him.

Thank you.

Whew. So, how does it look?
[chuckles softly]

Sorry, how does what look?

I hope it looks dope,
like, after all that.

Well, when you are up and around,

you can decide for yourself.

Oh, can I have my phone, please?

Yeah.

People need to know about this.

Uh, I got to grab Gigi.
I'll catch you guys later.

Thank you.

People, I almost died, y'all.

But I didn't. I didn't.

Okay, so I'm here to tell you,
if you are going to get a BBL

or any other procedure,

make sure your doc knows
what the hell they're doing. Okay?

So, sit back, relax

and let me tell you my crazy story, okay?

Now, I am an optimist by nature,

but I'm beginning to think
we are screwed as a species.

Social media is gonna be our meteor.

Wow. You sound like an angry old man
on the wrong side of the generation gap.

[chuckles] Oh, wow.

Angry, yes. Old, no.

Mm, come on, Dr. Austin.

Disco didn't destroy society.

Without social media,
there would be no, uh,

Arab Spring.

Systemic racism
might've never been exposed.

What about that girl that saved herself
by learning the "help me" gesture

-on TikTok?
-Oh. Right.

And all the swag you get
when your followers leap up.

Who follows you?

And why?

[inhales sharply]

[clears throat]

♪ That bitch
Even when I'm crying crazy ♪

♪ Yeah, I got boy problems
That's the human in me ♪

♪ Bling, bling, then I solve 'em
That's the goddess ♪

♪ In me, you could've had a bad bitch ♪

-♪ Noncommittal… ♪
-[Austin] Dr. Chu?

-[Nolan] Man's got moves.
-♪ Just a little ♪

50,000 views?

♪ But you're holding me back ♪

-Wow.
-[Nolan] Yeah,

they just seem to be climbing
by the second.

Have you no shame?

♪ Don't text me
Tell it straight to my face ♪

♪ Best friend sat me down in the… ♪

Whatever you do, Nolan,
just do not get a BBL.

Why would I?

Hey.

-Thanks for collecting her.
-Oh,

my pleasure. [chuckles softly]

It's amazing how well she plays.

I swear, most kids are so hooked
on devices, they never learn how.

Well, she won't be using any
until at least college.

[laughs] Good luck with that.

Daddy, look.

Oh, what's Mr. Giraffe doing now?

Can't you tell?

Mm…

He didn't pick up his toys,
so you sent him to his room.

Zoo.

Mr. Giraffe lives in the zoo.

Right.

Let's spring him from his cage
and go get your "carbon-ye-ara."

Yes.

[grunting loudly]

-[chuckling] Bye.
-Bye.

-Bye, Gigi.
-Bye.

[kissing] Mwah!

[chuckles softly]

[car door opens]

[car door shuts]

[foreboding music playing]

I won't hurt you.

I'm here to warn you.

Withdraw the complaint,
say you lied for Dr. Bell,

and you'll never hear from me again.

You're scared.

Withdraw it

or I will destroy you.

You can't destroy me.

You killed a part of me
I can never get back.

You can never hurt me again.

Don't count on it.

I'm fully aware of your mistakes.

I'll expose all of them.

And I will take away
the very thing you love the most,

your career.

[car door opens]

[engine starts]

[closing theme music playing]