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Welcome back, Dr. King.

Thank you.

You're staring at me again.

No, I'm not.

Okay, I am.

You ready to talk about it now?

I can't.

You can tell me.

Whatever it is.

I can keep a secret.

Stop staring at me.

You were staring at me first.

You wanna play doctor?

I can be the doctor and you can be the patient.

Doctor-patient confidentiality.

Oh.

No. No.

No, I can't talk about it.

Has anyone talked to Charlotte?

I left her a couple messages,

but she-- She didn't call me back.

What do we say?

"Get well" or "Sorry this happened"

both seem pretty ridiculous.

Is there a card that says:

"I'm sorry you got viciously beaten and robbed"?

You need to learn to filter before you speak.

You must have talked to her.

I sent flowers.

Oh, flowers. Crap.

I should have sent her flowers.

Hey. Charlotte went to the hospital first,

but now she's parking downstairs,

so I need-- I need, uh...

You need to go to the gym.

Shut up. She's gonna be here any second.

Just don't act weird.

You're setting a great example.

Just tell her she looks great. Does she?

No. She looks like she got the crap kicked out of her.

But-- Shh. Ahem.

Good morning. Morning.

Take a good look, then get over it.

If you're gonna be all nervous and annoying around me,

just stay the hell out of my way.

What did I say?

I said don't act weird

and you all acted weird.

Like weird people.

Well, I thought it went about as well as could be expected.

I think it's too soon for her to be back.

Well, look, I mean, she faced everybody.

Clearly stated her needs. She told us off.

Therapeutically speaking, that's a good day's work.

Violet's right.

Either you get swallowed up by that kind of trauma

or you try to regain control of your life.

Charlotte's regaining control.

I just got your page.

Elisa, it's gonna be okay.

All right, you're gonna feel a little pinch.

I'm in.

Now we just have to drain the fluid.

Thank you, Dr. Wilder.

No problem.

You did great.

Papi, I'm okay. Really.

She isn't, is she? Her cancer's back.

I'm sorry. I think the lymphoma tissue

has seeded the pericardium.

We'll have to confirm with the CT.

Please don't worry, Papi.

Her body can't take more chemo.

The last two times, she lost all her hair.

Her mouth and tongue were covered in ulcers.

I can try something different to treat the side effects.

Diego, we've talked about this.

Even after a relapse,

Elisa's type of lymphoma is curable.

I believe that. But not with Western medicine.

Chemotherapy is the way to fight this.

There's another way.

I'm taking Elisa to a shaman.

Oh, hey.

I was thinking about getting a latte and then, uh,

you know, I thought of you, so I went to your office,

but you weren't there

and I thought I'd check downstairs and--

You sound like a stalker.

I don't. But...

Okay, I kind of do. But, uh, coffee?

No, thanks.

Tea, then?

Or we could get one of those iced, fruity-ccino things.

We're not friends.

You need another pelvic exam

to make sure you're healing properly.

Not to mention follow-up labs, continued HIV drugs.

I'll take care of that myself.

Charlotte, you...

All right, we're not friends.

But we could be.

I could be your friend.

I'm the only one who knows what happened,

and I could, I don't know,

be there for you or whatever.

I only need one thing from you.

Anything. Name it.

Keep your damn trap shut about what happened.

His daughter has been through chemo twice

and her cancer is back.

You can't blame Diego for wanting to try something.

Consulting a witch doctor instead of an oncologist

borders on child abuse.

Shamans have been healing people

for thousands of years, Cooper.

So even if you don't believe in it--

Elisa's mother didn't.

This would not be an issue if Alice were alive.

She would never let a medicine man

try to clear the trauma in Elisa's soul

to restore the balance in her body, because it's crap.

You know as well as I do that a person's faith

plays a huge role in their recovery.

So if Elisa and Diego believe a shaman can help,

then she can.

She is sick, Pete. She needs real help.

She does need help.

And if you wanna be a part of it, open your mind.

With all my health problems,

I feel like I've robbed you of your youth.

Heh. My youth was spent just fine.

Every week, we come in here,

and all I can think about is, it's not fair.

I mean, first it was my diabetes.

You had that long before I met you.

Doesn't count. And then the breast cancer.

Which we beat together.

Taking care of me is exhausting.

I see it in you.

And sometimes I'm afraid you'll start to resent me.

Oh, that's crazy.

No, wait, Nick. Let's talk about that.

How do you relieve the stress

that her illness puts on your marriage?

Do you exercise? Do you drink?

Not for years. On either count.

You fight?

We fight, sure.

Every couple does. That's true.

So why is it making you so uncomfortable?

She doesn't mean to, but-- Nick!

I'm sorry. My last patient was, uh...

I've got some more right here.

It's okay, honey.

I don't wanna talk about it.

Rachel. Unh.

Rachel!

She doesn't mean to.

Rachel? "Rachel and Nick" Rachel?

She's been with him for 20 years.

I mean, people get upset in therapy.

No, this was not an emotional outburst.

Okay, it was an adrenaline surge.

It was the kind of rage you see from an addict.

Is she taking drugs?

Yes, but not the kind you think.

We're managing her diabetes

and the kidney problems that causes,

but she's not a junkie.

In fact, she's the most resilient woman I know.

She never complains about her health, never stops trying.

Well-- No, she's incredible.

She's abusive.

Sheldon, come on. She was a ballerina

and Nick looks like a lumberjack.

Really, I mean, how badly can she really hurt him?

Abuse is abuse.

Would we be having this conversation

if Rachel were the one being hit instead of Nick?

Sheldon. I'm serious.

Would you tell a woman to stay with an abusive spouse?

No. But this is... Okay, this feels different.

Rachel and Nick are not a cautionary tale,

they're a love story.

You ever heard of Judith and Holofernes?

Famous love story.

Ends with Judith chopping off the head of her beloved.

You know, Florence, great paintings

by Rubens and Rembrandt. You should see them.

What? Nothing. You're just

a little odd and pretentious.

But I'm not wrong.

Something's going on with Rachel.

What's wrong, Coop?

Shamans.

Shamans.

And Charlotte.

Shamans and Charlotte?

No, no, no. Mostly Charlotte.

She's having nightmares, she wakes up screaming.

I try to get her to eat, she says she's not hungry.

I try to talk about the police investigation,

she just shuts me down.

Well, she's trying to put herself back together

in her own way, Coop.

There's no blueprint for any of this.

Yeah, no, I-- I-I know that.

Everyone handles trauma differently.

It takes time to heal.

You gotta put one foot in front of blah, blah, blah.

Glad to see you hold the tools of my profession in high regard.

Well, none of that helps me, Violet.

Well, it's not about you, Cooper.

It's about Charlotte.

So you're saying...

Back off.

You're a bad shrink.

Can I hide out here for a while?

Yeah. As long as you want.

I have to report the abuse, Nick.

If you say anything, I'll deny it.

She's hitting you.

Most of the time she's fine.

And when she's not, I can handle her.

For now. But what I saw, it...

She could hurt you.

Are you married, Dr. Wallace?

No.

Then with all due respect, you can't understand.

I met her right out of journalism school.

I was a reporter for the Times,

got tagged to cover a performance of Swan Lake.

What the hell did I know about ballet, right?

But when I saw her dance,

I don't know, she was just mesmerizing.

She has this quality like

when you're with her, nothing else matters.

I won't give up on her.

Not ever.

Who sent you to spy on me?

Cooper? Addison?

I came looking for you on my own.

I figured your day was probably pretty weird

and you might need some sugary, deep-fried batter.

So are you--?

If you ask me if I'm okay, I swear to God

I'll take this cast and knock you upside the head.

I wasn't gonna ask you that.

When I first kicked drugs, I took up running.

I mean, an addict's gotta be addicted to something, right?

So I would get up when it was still dark

and I would go for miles.

Until the morning I got clipped by a minivan.

I didn't get anything like the injuries that you have,

but I started craving pills again.

So I was thinking that maybe you were craving pills again.

I took your advice and I'm back at meetings.

And if you wanna go--

I grew up wrestling two brothers.

I have an incredibly high pain threshold.

Anything else?

Can--? Can you hold that?

Hey. Hey.

I got Nick to agree to bring Rachel in.

Would you check her out?

Of course.

Okay.

Sheldon.

It's been a while since we've discussed man troubles

and I was beginning to think

you'd found another therapist.

Oh. No, I wanna talk about Charlotte.

Do you think she's okay?

Because I don't, but she won't listen to me.

I didn't realize you two were close.

Well, we're not, exactly,

but I was there that night

and it was horrific.

If it was Nai or Amelia, I'd know what to do.

But because it's Charlotte-- She's just not interested.

It's because you were there that night.

No, she wanted me there.

No, at the time, yes.

But you saw her when she was in her most fragile state.

Which means you're the living,

breathing reminder of what happened.

When she sees you, she's that victim again.

I just wanna help.

Well, then, you'll need to find a more indirect way to do it.

Um...

Hi.

Thank you for allowing us to observe.

I brought something for Elisa.

The medicine men I've worked with

say that quartz is a very powerful healer.

So you understand my beliefs?

I worked with a shaman in the Congo

to treat an outbreak of measles.

And you think it was the shaman that cured those people

and not the vaccinations?

Maybe it was one thing, maybe it was both.

Either way, people got better.

I know you think I'm crazy, Dr. Freedman.

But my only concern is that Elisa get well.

We tried Western medicine. It failed.

It kept her alive.

It killed my wife.

Alice died of an aneurysm that ruptured.

Nobody could have saved her.

And Elisa, she can still be saved.

Papi, is she okay?

Elisa?

Elisa? She needs help.

She's getting help.

It's just the bad energy leaving her body.

I'm not getting a pulse. Leave her alone.

I'm calling an ambulance. Stop it. Let the shaman finish.

Elisa, stay with me now. Come on.

Is Elisa okay? Yes.

She was in hypotensive shock

by the time the ambulance got here,

so she needed surgery to make a small incision

in the sac around the heart

to drain the fluid. She's in recovery now.

Can she come home?

She's gonna have to stay here for a few more days.

I'd like to keep her under observation

while we start chemo.

You brought Elisa here against my wishes.

I want her discharged.

No, she can't go anyplace

until the surgical drain's removed.

Do you understand what's happening?

She has a tube draining fluid out of her heart

and she has a tumor that's getting larger every day,

and no shaman can stop that.

Elisa is my daughter and I will decide

what medical treatment she--

Not if you're incapable of making a responsible decision.

Alternative therapies work, Cooper.

I've seen patients cured.

With the right combination of homeopathic remedies,

Elisa can get the kind of treatment Diego wants.

Enough. I'm sorry.

I don't care what Diego wants.

I'm getting a judge to order Elisa's chemo.

No, you can't do that.

Yes, I can.

And I will.

Sam, I have to tell you something.

Right now?

Do you wanna know my secret

or do you wanna have sex with me?

Well, both would be good. Right?

I did something the other night.

A rape kit.

Okay, we really need to work on your pillow talk.

Technically, it was just some washings, but see the thing is

that the victim didn't want it.

Wait, what?

She was upset

and I thought she might want the DNA later,

so I went ahead and did it anyway,

but then I didn't tell her.

And then I labeled it Jane Doe

and I locked it in the hospital refrigerator, but...

But I didn't report it.

Well, that's illegal. Why wouldn't you--?

Because Charlotte made you promise.

You're staring at me.

I'm sorry.

And yet you're still staring at me.

Oh.

It's what we do. The Addisam.

We, uh-- We do that.

Oh, God, I'm starting to sound like her, aren't I?

Ahh. Oh, brother.

Okay.

Okay. Um, ahem.

I have a thing

that I can't tell you. Or anyone.

So I'm not gonna tell you.

But I need for you to get what I'm saying.

What, did I black out for a minute?

Because you are not making any sense.

Okay, uh... Talk to Charlotte.

She wants to be left alone.

Well, since when has that ever stopped you?

I mean, let's face it, Violet, you're kind of nosy.

I am not. I'm-- I'm interested.

Okay. Talk to Charlotte.

She needs help.

And you are a shrink.

So do what shrinks do.

I saw Elisa this morning.

She's hanging in there.

No thanks to her crazy-ass father.

You think taking him to court is the right thing to do?

I had to. He was threatening to take her home.

If Diego tells the judge

he's refusing treatment on religious grounds, you'll lose.

Not necessarily.

The California Supreme Court prosecuted a mother

whose child died of meningitis.

She'd refused life-saving medical treatment

in favor of divine healing.

Look, I get that you're worried about Elisa.

I am too.

But you're not gonna help her by tearing her family apart.

If Diego won't look out for his daughter's best interests,

I will.

I don't know what I would do if she was my kid.

But Elisa and Diego have a right to follow their beliefs.

They're not crazy, Cooper. They're just different.

And if you take them to court to force chemo,

I'll testify on their behalf.

He never complains.

His only concern is that I'll get hurt.

I don't mean to get so angry,

I just can't control myself.

Okay, enough whining. What do you think is going on?

Well, there's nothing on the head MRI or chest CT.

But I did find a high level of testosterone in your blood

which could be caused by a tumor of the adrenal glands or lungs,

but I ruled that out. That's good news.

Or by metastatic breast cancer.

But I had a mastectomy ten years ago.

I know. But sometimes breast cancer cells get left behind

and grow somewhere else.

That could be a tumor on your ovary.

And if it's secreting testosterone,

that buildup could cause sudden rages.

Are you sure?

The only way to know for sure

would be to go in and take a look.

But surgery is a big gamble for someone in your health.

I don't care. I wanna do it for Nick.

Please, Dr. Montgomery.

I-- I can't hurt my husband anymore.

You got a minute?

What for? It's been a few days.

I should take a look at your injuries.

They're fine.

Then this will be fast.

We can do it here or we can go to an exam room.

Let's just get this over with.

Everything is healing up beautifully.

I told you.

Okay. Let's take a look at your back.

Oh, here, I got it. I got it.

Hmm.

Cooper did a crap job changing this bandage.

He didn't do it.

I did.

I got it.

When it needs to be changed again, let me know.

Hey. Sorry I had to run out so early this morning.

You wanna have lunch?

What is it with you people and food?

I don't want coffee or tea or donuts.

Can't you just leave me alone?

I was just trying to be thoughtful.

No, you came in here to check on me.

I want you to stop hovering. I'm not hovering.

All I need is for you and everybody else to back off.

Okay, I'm not everybody, I'm your fiancé.

I'm in this with you.

You are not inside this, Cooper.

You have no idea.

And now the way you're looking at me.

Just stop.

I can't take it. I can't breathe.

Charlotte.

Dr. Montgomery will remove Rachel's tumor,

then stage it to determine

the necessary postoperative treatment.

And if all goes well,

Rachel's testosterone levels will decrease

and she'll have more control over her anger.

Good. That's good.

But if the surgery isn't successful

and Rachel's rages continue--

We'll get through it.

The love you and Rachel have for each other, it's a gift.

Under normal circumstances, I would work

to keep this marriage healthy another 50 years.

But sometimes--

Sometimes I have to counsel people to walk away.

No one stays together anymore.

They just have a fight, get a divorce,

pretend like it never happened.

When instead, they should be fighting for each other

through whatever comes.

This is what love is supposed to be.

I'm never walking away.

Hey, Elisa. How you feeling?

Much, much better.

I'm ready to go home now.

You need to heal a bit more first.

Papi told me Dr. Freedman is bringing in a judge.

Please. I don't want chemo.

Do you believe a shaman can heal you?

Papi does.

Forget your father and Dr. Freedman.

I wanna know what you believe.

If you have faith in the shaman,

I will back you with the judge.

It's okay. You can tell me.

Elisa, what is it?

I don't want chemo.

Addison?

How long you been out here? I don't know.

I couldn't sleep.

Hey.

It's gonna be okay.

Not if Violet doesn't talk to Charlotte.

She will.

What if somebody decides to look

in the lab fridge, you know?

And they wonder what the Jane Doe bag is?

I don't know what I was thinking.

You were thinking that you wanted to help a friend.

I could lose my license, Sam. What am I supposed to do?

We wait.

Violet will come through.

Is that fresh?

I just made it.

Help yourself.

Thank you, Sheldon.

For what?

Leaving me alone.

I wish everybody else would just, uh...

...do nothing.

I'd do nothing for you anytime.

You know that, right?

I do.

How's it going?

Just dandy. Thanks.

You know, I, uh...

I know how hard it can be to reintegrate after you've been...

...victimized. So if you ever wanna talk...

You always been such a busybody

or is that just a professional hazard?

Heh. No, actually, Charlotte, I--

I truly believe in the therapeutic process.

And after Katie attacked me--

You think because a crazy woman cut out your baby

you've got some kind of an insight

into what makes me tick?

You don't.

All you've got is a nasty scar and a horror story.

You're damaged goods, Violet. You, not me.

You got no business telling anybody how to run their lives.

You got any tips for getting a 14-year-old to talk?

I really wanna go to bat for Elisa,

but she's holding something back.

Well, she's a kid.

Even as adults, we're reluctant

to say certain things out loud.

You know, it makes it real.

And then, you know, you have to deal with it.

I wouldn't know anything about that.

Pete Wilder, open book.

I know. It's not fair.

I push you to tell me things.

And then I have stuff myself.

There was...

Well, it happened a long time ago.

In college.

And I never told you.

Violet, I know.

Or, at least, I suspected.

We have been through a lot.

And I've seen you react in so many ways.

Why didn't you say anything?

I figured that when you were ready

to talk about it, you would.

I'm probably wrong.

What?

Well, you were the first one to see her that night.

Is it possible...?

Was Charlotte raped?

If she told me, you know I couldn't--

No, I know. I know. Of course.

But what do you think?

I think you're right.

Don't.

What can I do?

What do you need?

Lie really close to me.

But don't touch me.

It's been a long time since I wore a pair of these.

What are you doing here?

I came to wish you luck.

Thanks.

You know, Nick and Rachel, they're special.

A lot of couples stay together for the long haul,

but not many stay in love.

Your parents still married? Ha, ha.

No, they split when I was a teenager.

Waterboarding in Guantánamo

was less brutal than that divorce.

Are you close to them? I call my mother every week.

But my father and I...

Well, let's just say that when you wash out of your ER rotation

and you're a surgeon's son,

it doesn't help the relationship.

I guess it can make you a little odd and pretentious.

Who's to say those are bad things?

Call you when it's over.

Alice believed in chemo and I believed in Alice,

so that's what we did.

But she's gone now.

I've seen the shaman heal people.

I think she can do the same for my Elisa.

What do you want, Elisa?

What Papi wants.

And what about your mother?

Alice would have pushed for chemo.

She wouldn't want you to die. Don't say that.

How dare you say that? She's not gonna die.

Your Honor, what Diego is asking for

may seem unconventional, but I have seen it work.

As an M.D. and also a practitioner

of alternative therapies, I urge you, please,

don't disregard what Diego is asking for.

The only guaranteed cure for lymphoma is chemotherapy.

I need to take the family's religious beliefs into account--

Okay, what kind of father just stands by

and doesn't save their child?

Stop it. Please, Dr. Freedman.

If I have more chemo, my family won't make it.

We're living in a trailer park because of me.

My treatments bankrupted us and Papi had to sell the house.

I hear you on the phone begging to keep the power on.

I see you skipping meals so the rest of us can eat.

Carlos and Pilar,

they deserve a life that doesn't revolve

around my hospital visits.

And so do you.

The shaman will save you.

No, she won't.

I'm sorry, Papi.

I don't believe what you believe.

I'm not afraid.

Let the shaman take me to Mama.

I think we all know what needs to be done.

Do you think I don't know what's true anymore

because I was attacked?

I think working through that experience

has made you a better therapist.

Sam told me I should talk to Charlotte.

Well, that's not surprising.

You both survived a brutal trauma.

Yeah, yeah. But the way he said it,

it was like there was more to it than that.

And then I started projecting my own stuff on her.

Well, what sort of stuff?

I wish you had been there.

That night. Then we could compare notes.

Unfortunately, I spent the night in an interrogation room

getting throttled by a rapist, so...

Is that what--?

Do you think Charlotte was raped?

The judge ordered the chemo.

You didn't have to arrange this.

I know. I'm just saying...

I'm not completely unreasonable.

Thank you for letting us bend the rules.

I made sure she wasn't gonna sacrifice a chicken or anything.

I know I should leave you alone, but here's the thing:

I can't.

You're not ready.

: Cooper--

I know you.

It didn't go well, did it?

The tumor was worse than the imaging originally showed.

I couldn't resect it all. I removed what I could.

No. I can't accept that.

You have to stop the cancer.

How long do I have?

Not as long as you'd want.

Oh.

There are testosterone-blocking agents

we could try to manage your anger,

but they're not very effective.

So I'm just gonna keep on hurting Nick?

There's nothing I can do?

You can move into hospice

for round-the-clock care with people

who know how to manage your anger

and keep you safe.

What the hell are you talking about?

Don't listen to him, Rachel.

We can manage at home.

You know that's not true, love.

I'm dying.

You don't know how long you have.

I want that time with you.

I don't care what you do to me.

But I do.

Those people at hospice,

they won't know how to take care of you.

I've learned that over the past 20 years. I'm good at it.

Well, then, you'll tell them how.

Every day, when you come to visit.

You'll find a place where I can go?

Yes. I promise.

It's the right thing, Nick.

You know it is.

Please.

Let me take care of you for once.

Shh, shh, shh.

Yeah?

You need something?

It was an Indian summer

my junior year in college,

and I'd left the window open

because it was the only way

to cool down enough to get to sleep.

So when I first felt his breath on me,

I thought, "Finally, a breeze."

And then I opened my eyes.

He wrapped one hand around my throat

and with the other ripped off my panties.

He whispered to me:

"Shh, shh, shh."

Like, um...

Like you do to a child

having a bad dream.

He told me not to make a sound.

And when he finished,

he slammed my head against the wall

till my hair was sticky with blood.

I thought...

...that if I stayed quiet, then I'd be okay.

Like it never happened.

Because things like that--

Well, they don't happen to people like me.

Or to people like you.

So...

I just wanted you to know...

...that I get it.

I get it, Charlotte.

And I'm here for you.

Shelly. What are you doing here?

The guy I evaluated last week? Lee McHenry?

Yeah.

I think I know who he raped.

Yes, this is Dr. Addison Montgomery

at St. Ambrose.

I have pelvic washings

from a rape that need to be processed.

Charlotte? What happened?

Will you go to a meeting with me?

I'm right behind you.