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I hate surprises. I always have.

And surprise parties? Oh, they're the worst.

They are designed to make you feel completely unsettled.

Your friends won't talk to you about birthday plans,

so you think they've forgotten or just don't care.

And then when you try to set something up,

suddenly everybody's busy.

And you catch your friends whispering to each other,

and then they suddenly stop when you come by. And for what?

So these same friends can gather in a dark room somewhere

with the sole intention

of scaring the now totally depressed

and completely paranoid birthday girl by screaming "surprise"?

I mean, who needs that?

But isn't there a payoff?

You're surrounded by people

who have gathered in your honor to express their love.

Uh, no. No, that is not how love is supposed to feel.

Morning, beauty.

What? You don't have to do that.

Kiss you? No. Bring me coffee.

You absolutely have to kiss me.

I also brought you the real estate section.

I figured you might wanna start thinking about moving.

There was a guy killed right there.

Not to mention the woman who attacked you.

How do you know about that?

I read your book.

I do know how to read.

It's looking, um, good.

Maybe make it better?

Um...

I thought you'd be at work already.

You're early.

Hey. Did you have fun with Dad last night?

Mm-hm.

Yeah. So do you still want me

to wait for the nanny or are you gonna stick around?

Oh, right. Uh, no, you can go. Thanks.

Love you. I'll see you later.

Have a good day, Dr. Wilder.

The nightmares started

right when he got back from Afghanistan.

And then he just stopped sleeping

because I guess who wants to sleep

when you're always waking up screaming.

It's common for soldiers to have problems

turning off the siege mentality they've been living 24/7.

I was so excited

for his service to be done,

that I could stop worrying about whether he'd come home alive.

But I did.

So now we can move on.

But we're not, and you're so distant.

I've tried talking

and I've tried giving him space.

I've even tried new lingerie.

But sex, he's just not interested.

Kelly.

I touch you and you just freeze.

Look, I know what it means to be a military wife.

My father was a soldier, got wounded in Vietnam.

And I know that the guys need help when they come home.

So I read about couples therapy.

I thought, "What the hell? It couldn't hurt."

But it doesn't help if we're not honest.

Sometimes it's useful to me to see

the husband and wife separately, as well as together.

It can make it easier to talk that way.

He won't talk about anything.

What do you want me to say? What happened there...

I don't wanna bring it here.

But it is here.

Right between us.

I will do anything to get us back on track. Please,

just tell me what I can do.

Couldn't call it a better name than Scientific Assembly

for the College of Obstetrics and Gynecology?

It's hard to believe the acronym SACOG isn't sweeping the nation.

You can put your stuff in my car.

Uh, you know what, let's take my car.

Why?

Because, you know, a man drives.

Seriously?

What, I mean, you don't trust a woman behind the wheel?

No, I'm sure you're a fantastic driver,

but, you know, it's...

What, I might get the vapors

between here and Palm Springs?

It's not a sexist thing, okay?

I'm just old-fashioned.

I was taught that a man pulls out a chair,

a man opens doors, and a man drives a woman.

Fine. I don't wanna go to this thing anyway,

so if it makes you feel better, you can drive,

but I pick the music.

I got it.

There he is.

Hey. Welcome back, corporal.

Hey, thanks for telling us about Dr. Wallace.

No problem. No problem. When are we gonna catch up?

Grab a beer, watch some hoops?

Yeah, I'm pretty busy right now, you know.

Okay.

All he does is mope around the house.

You should just come by. All right, I'll do that.

Okay. Good to see you.

You too. All right.

Take care.

Bye.

So you think you can help them?

I don't know yet. Your friend isn't much of a talker.

He's always been a private type of guy.

We worked together at church

on this program he started for at-risk kids,

but I don't know if he's a therapy type.

There's no type, Sam.

And Kelly's right, he does need help.

Well, he did just get back from the war,

so maybe he just needs some time. Thanks.

Okay, I can do two night shifts a week

and a third every other week.

That way, I'm clear for my time with Lucas.

So you and Violet are still...?

Yeah, we needed this separation.

Is that all it is or you talking divorce?

MVA on the 405.

Victim is a 34-year-old female,

in and out of consciousness,

wasn't able to follow commands to move her extremities.

Charlotte, is that...? Erica.

I need a C-spine, chest and pelvis,

trauma panel and CT. Got it.

Where's Mason? Was he with her? He's her son.

One, two, three.

Mason.

Are you okay? He's got facial lacerations

from broken glass and an abrasion on his chest

from the seat belt, but he's good.

Where's my mom? I need my mom.

Rick, it's Sam.

I know you're in there.

I see your truck in the driveway.

Ricky!

Rick. Whoa.

A little early to be tying one on.

Don't--

Rick.

Damn it.

Yeah. Hello. This is Dr. Sam Bennett.

I need an ambulance immediately at 5110 Patrick Henry.

We got a probable overdose, a 25-year-old male.

Why am I still alive?

Well, I found you in time.

We had to give you charcoal

to absorb all the pills that you took.

You shouldn't have done that. You can't go.

You're on psych hold till I can be sure you won't hurt yourself.

Go to hell.

All right, take it easy. You can stop me?

All I wanna do is talk.

No, don't touch me! Hey. All right.

Get off me! A little help here.

Don't!

Haloperidol, five milligrams, IM now.

Get his arms.

Easy. Okay.

All right.

C-spine is clear. No fracture or dislocation.

What's her neuro status?

I'm doing a repeat exam now.

What happened? Where am I?

You were in a car accident.

Where's Mason?

Mom?

I'm here.

What happened?

She can see you in a little while, okay?

She has a gliosarcoma.

Could be causing the disorientation.

Where am I? What happened?

You lost consciousness, Erica. It's normal to feel confused.

Give her five of lorazepam before you take her to CT.

Hey. Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?

No. She made me wear a seat belt and sit in the back.

Okay. What happened? Do you remember what happened?

We were driving to school

and we were talking about my book report

and she just fell asleep, and let go of the wheel.

Mason, we're gonna take your mom

for some tests. You stay here with your dad.

Is my mom gonna be okay?

Yeah, yeah.

Kelly's on her way.

I don't wanna see her.

That's fine. You don't have to.

But you and I,

we're gonna need to talk about what just happened,

what you tried to do.

I know this is a hard time.

And leaving the familiar structure of the military

can be disorienting. Especially when you've been at war.

It wasn't what I expected.

Of course.

No matter what you imagine,

base impulse just to survive is threatened.

I just wanted it all to stop.

I kept thinking about being sent home in a body bag,

how that would at least be a release.

Wanting to die, that's not unusual

given the stress you've been under,

but it becomes a very serious problem

when you actually try to take your own life.

Talk about what you were thinking

when you made the decision to take those pills.

I signed up for the fighting.

That's what I was trained for.

I was prepared for that.

What weren't you prepared for?

You know, your reaction when I put my hands on you--

I fought back.

I wasn't trying to hurt you.

You know that, right?

I don't like being caught off-guard.

When were you caught off-guard?

Who caught you off-guard?

Was it someone you trusted?

I know there's hazing in the military.

Were you a victim? Or a perpetrator?

I would never hurt someone like that.

Did someone hurt you?

Who was it?

It was my sergeant.

What did he do?

What did he do to you?

Your sergeant, did he assault you?

He raped me, okay?

My sergeant raped me.

I think we can do without these, right?

You can't tell anyone.

I won't.

Because this...

My life is over.

No, it's not. I know you may feel that way, but it...

Look, I don't think you agreed to couple's counseling

just for Kelly's benefit.

Most soldiers who are serious about killing themselves,

they use their weapons.

So that makes me think that you don't wanna die.

You wanna talk,

and I wanna listen.

You said it was your sergeant, right?

Sergeant Hamill.

He backhanded me across the jaw.

He knocked my feet out and then he kicked me to the ground.

He braced one arm against my neck.

I swear, I thought he was gonna snap my spine.

I couldn't speak,

I couldn't move.

It didn't seem real.

Until he...

He tore open my uniform and he jammed himself...

I wish I'd died right then.

You were incredibly brave.

What the hell are you talking about?

I was weak. I let him rape me.

No.

He was a psychopath.

And you let yourself live.

Hey, about this morning.

I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable.

Well, it isn't about me. Lucas almost saw you.

But he didn't. This time.

Maybe you shouldn't have your friend over

when you know Lucas is gonna be there.

First of all, I didn't know that Scott was gonna be dropping by.

And second of all, seriously? I know this bothers you--

Just keep him away from Lucas.

Hey, Pete.

Hey. I just heard about

Mason and Erica. How are they doing?

Erica has a concussion, but no serious injuries.

Mason is pretty freaked out

after watching his mother fall asleep at the wheel.

I'm so sorry. That's awful. I know.

I'm just trying to hang on here and...

Are you having more Pete drama?

Oh, man. It's just silly. It's nothing, really.

I could use a little silly. What happened?

Um... This morning,

Pete walked in on me kissing a guy.

Who's the guy? Uh--

You know, it's a paramedic. It's a guy named Scott.

From St. Ambrose? The young guy?

He's old enough.

That's not what I meant.

He's very handsome.

Does he need a booster seat in the ambulance

to, like, see over the steering wheel?

He just-- Sorry.

Pete had Lucas with him when he walked in on us this morning.

Oh.

I understand Pete not wanting Lucas

seeing you doing some guy-- I'm not doing him.

I'm-- We're not doing it.

We're just like fooling around.

It's kind of like in high school.

When it was all lips and hands

and swoony, unconsummated--

Okay, okay. Did Lucas see you?

No. Then it's Pete's ego talking.

You guys are separated, right? You get to date other people?

I don't know what the hard-and-fast rules are.

I mean, what do you think?

Think it's crazy for me to be seeing somebody

while Pete and I are--

Whatever we are? If it makes you happy,

I think it's great.

And I think you should enjoy it.

It's important for Lucas as an only child

to have someone to share his toys with.

Oh, my God!

I think I can see your arteries closing up from here.

Totally worth it.

How can you eat like that?

Just something I do when I go through a breakup. I eat.

Anything that's not nailed down goes in my mouth.

I don't know why.

The worse the breakup, the more I eat.

When my ex-husband left me, I actively decided to get fat.

That was my only plan. Pack it on.

Massive fatness like, you know, rolls on your back,

really big thighs.

I don't know. Like a layer of protection between me

and the rest of the world.

Ahh. I love that plan.

Well, did it work? I mean, did you get fat?

No.

I have the metabolism of a marathon runner.

Disappointing. But this bacon cheeseburger?

This is a Sam-left-me bacon cheeseburger

and I plan on enjoying every bite.

Oh, I hear you. Breakups are hard.

What?

When has a breakup been hard for you?

When you're usually the one doing the dumping, am I wrong?

Who would dump you? Look at you.

You're the definition of a catch.

Okay, look, I've never officially been dumped,

but I've never had a woman try to get fat for me, either.

So I can't be that much of a catch.

Hmm.

Maybe not.

Two bedrooms. No, three.

And at least two bathrooms. Yeah, I--

Look, I want my house, just not my house.

Okay. Thank you.

Why's it so hard to understand that I wouldn't wanna live there

after a man was stabbed to death in my dining room?

Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah. I just need some advice.

I've been treating a male soldier

whose sergeant raped him.

He's too ashamed to tell anybody about it

and he was afraid if he did speak up,

nobody would believe him.

Well, that's a valid fear.

You don't often think about men getting raped.

Certainly not soldiers. Yeah.

I did some digging and the number of male veterans

who answered "yes" when asked

if they'd been sexually assaulted or harassed,

it ran into the thousands just last year.

And it's going up. That's horrifying.

It's hard to know how to approach this.

Well, you've treated rape victims before.

Not men.

Well, rape is rape, Sheldon. Is it?

You know how hard it is

to get a woman to come forward after an attack.

Imagine how humiliating it is for a man.

Let alone one trained to be a warrior.

Okay. Well, male or female, the work is the same.

It doesn't feel the same.

I'm not sure you're doing him any favors

by being overly sensitive to his gender.

No, gender is central to the shame

that my patient is feeling.

I mean, he was so overwhelmed by the attack

that his nervous system went into a freeze response,

his body shut down.

Now, if a woman responds this way, most people think

she did what she had to to make the assault end.

But if a man doesn't fight back?

He's gonna question whether or not he's really a man.

And unfortunately, so will a lot of people around him.

Amelia can't excise the tumor? No, not this one.

It's too invasive.

Does Mason have any idea? He knows what he saw.

Wait, you didn't explain the circumstances?

Well, I'm trying to protect him as long as I can

and Erica doesn't want him to know.

I know he's just a child,

but I mean, he needs time to prepare himself for the loss.

But does knowing that someone is dying

necessarily help you prepare? I mean, he is a kid.

It might just make him worry longer.

Cooper, can I have a minute?

They know. What did Erica's CT scan show?

Uh, the tumor's still growing.

Is that what caused the accident?

The tumor precipitated a seizure.

Which is why Mason said his mom fell asleep.

When she refused the treatment, Erica knew.

We knew that the symptoms could increase rapidly.

It's only gonna get worse.

Can you be more specific?

Well, most likely, Erica only has a few months to live.

But during that time,

as the pressure increases on her brain,

it's possible that she could become paralyzed.

She could lose her sight, she could lose her speech.

I'm sorry, Cooper.

Mason.

Is Mason okay?

He's fine.

Just scared.

And me? You're bruised

and you have a concussion, but no serious injuries.

You were both incredibly lucky.

A car cut us off, I swerved to get out of the way,

but I just-- I lost control.

Well, that's a lie.

Cooper. You had a seizure

and you blacked out.

Why are you angry at me?

Because Mason was in the back seat

and you could have killed him.

Think I did this on purpose?

Well, you've refused chemo and now your symptoms are--

Look, you will not drive Mason anymore.

Don't tell me what to do with my son.

Look--

I'm the one who's taking care of him

every day of his life.

You've only been around five minutes.

And whose fault is that?

Coop. Excuse me.

This is a terrible situation,

but I cannot let you make it worse.

So I'm telling you right now,

if you get behind the wheel and Mason's in the car,

I will have your license revoked.

You wanna kill yourself, that's fine,

but I will not let you hurt Mason.

I don't understand.

He'll get through this. Okay? You both will.

Maybe I pushed him too hard.

Maybe we're not therapy people.

And the sex stuff-- I mean, I can live without that.

I just can't live without Rick.

No, this-- This wasn't your fault.

Then why did he do it?

Come on.

Hi. Ha-ha. We're here for the conference.

Dr. Addison Montgomery.

Okay.

Is a king bed acceptable? Sure.

And your name to put on the room?

No, no. We're not together.

No, no, we're not together.

But you should have a room for a Dr. Jake Reilly.

There's a meet and greet in the ballroom

for all the conference attendees.

Great.

Okay, then, I will see you in the ballroom.

I'll see you in the ballroom.

So you're here alone.

Yes, I am.

You agreed to see others,

so you don't get to pick her partner.

I don't want to.

I just want her to be a little more discreet

when Lucas is around. I get that.

And have better taste. You slept with another woman.

There's a difference between being with someone for one night

who you'll never see again

and dating someone that I work with,

inviting them into my home. Well, Violet's home.

Oh, come on, man. Whose side are you on?

Sorry. I just know because I've been there.

It's not easy. But this is what you wanted, right?

Mm. Another one, please. Ahem.

Don't judge me. I wasn't. I'm just--

There's a whole ballroom full of doctors

across the way there drinking free drinks.

And you're here alone, paying.

I do not feel like socializing. Thank you.

Mm.

Whew.

What?

Are you getting drunk? No.

Okay. So, what if I am?

We're out of town, no?

At a medical conference. Nobody knows me here.

You are at a medical conference. Everyone knows you here.

You're famous here.

You're the--

You're the Meryl Streep of maternal fetal medicine,

is what you are.

Jake. Go.

Mingle. Go to that ballroom, okay?

I'm gonna sit here and I'm gonna drink

because I can't get fat.

All right? And then I'm gonna crawl up to my bed and I

am gonna miss my boyfriend.

And then tomorrow I'll be a grown-up

and I will give my presentation

on the advances of high-risk perinatology.

Addison. Mm-mm. Hey!

Go, okay?

Go. Mingle. Come back when someone's dumped you.

I'm fine.

Right? I'll have another one. Thank you.

Hey.

Where's Kelly?

I sent her home.

Did you...?

She doesn't need to know what happened.

That's your call, but--

But nothing.

How can I tell her? What good will that do me?

I can help you tell her, if you want.

Can't you just help me manage this,

so it doesn't affect me so much?

Some way I could just forget what happened?

No, it doesn't work that way, Rick.

You tried burying it

and that's what landed you here.

So, what am I supposed to do?

We can continue to work together

and you can hide the true nature of our sessions from Kelly.

Or we can tell her the truth,

deal with whatever reaction she has,

and try to rebuild the emotional intimacy in your marriage.

Neither of those options sound great.

The process is hard. But it is worth it.

And I'll help you whatever way you want.

It's up to you.

Yeah?

Room service.

Wanna have sex

with the Meryl Streep of maternal fetal medicine?

It's okay.

No, I actually think that it is not.

You rejected me. I didn't reject you.

I asked you to have sex with me

and you said no.

I cannot have sex with you.

Oh! You've just rejected me again.

Look, I'm sorry. But I can't.

Am I hideous?

Did I become hideous? You are gorgeous.

Wait, was it the eating? Was it all the eating?

Did it freak you out?

Your eating is oddly very sexy.

Is it because you saw

my vagina in a medical way?

Hey, wait. Don't answer that.

Oh, my God. What am I doing?

I'm losing credibility all over the place.

All right. Okay. This is just--

Look, I take it back. Okay?

I don't even wanna have sex with you, all right?

You're just--

This didn't happen. I'm going.

Addison. Addison. Just listen to me, okay? Listen to me.

I can't have sex with you and I'm really sorry about that.

Why not? Because you're drunk

and because you don't wanna have sex with me.

You wanna have sex with someone.

Anyone. Because you're not over Sam.

And you're trying to numb the pain.

You are beautiful and you are desirable

and very, very hot. But I can't have sex with you

because you're not ready to have sex

with anyone who isn't Sam.

Mm.

But it's also just a little bit

because you saw my vagina in a medical way?

A little bit.

Mm.

She never should've been in a car herself,

let alone with Mason, given what's going on.

I know I'm sounding harsh, but what she did?

I have every right to be furious.

I get the accident was upsetting.

No, no, I need you to tell me that I'm not wrong

because I'm prone to feeling guilty.

It's actually in my DNA. But here, in this situation--

She could have killed my son.

Yes, but thank God, they're both okay.

It was sheer luck. She had a seizure behind the wheel.

I said, "You're done driving.

That's it!" Cooper.

I'm not gonna tell you not to feel angry.

It's an appropriate response

to what's going on.

But you have to realize that the anger--

It's not just about the car accident.

Even if Erica never got behind the wheel of a car again,

I don't think that'd make you feel better.

As long as Mason is safe, I'm fine.

I don't think so. What you're angry about

is much bigger than Mason's safety.

Yeah, I'm angry that Erica is irresponsible.

No, you're angry that Erica is dying.

And that's gonna be a much harder thing to work through.

My commanding officer, uh,

he assaulted me.

He hit you?

He raped me.

What are you talking about?

Were there people there to--?

Were they holding you down?

No, it wasn't like that. It was just me and him.

But how is that even possible? You're a soldier.

He was too. There wasn't a gang or...?

It wasn't some type of hazing or something?

Are you trying to tell me that you're gay?

No, he attacked me!

Because I've heard

about men who like other men

and they just don't know

how to tell their wives. That's not what happened.

Then why didn't you stop him?

She needs time to process.

Time won't matter.

She said exactly what I've been thinking myself.

Oh, my God.

It's okay.

Oh, my God. It's okay.

Oh, crap. I'm late for my presentation.

I had them move you to 4 p.m. You've got three more hours.

Oh.

Did I ask you for sex and then cry?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Okay. I, uh--

I'm so sorry.

I had a lot to drink last night and it was a bad idea

and my sad just sort of came out all over you.

I am so, so, so sorry.

It's okay. No, it's really not.

I feel like I'm always a mess around you

and it's not good, you know?

We're colleagues. I'm not this person.

Seriously, I'm not.

We're not gonna talk about this anymore.

I called room service, got you a bacon cheeseburger.

It got here five minutes ago. It's still hot.

Okay, but I--

We're not gonna talk about this.

Go. Sit. Eat.

I'm supposed to just do everything you say?

I'm driving.

Eat.

We're not just colleagues.

Hey, Dr. Wilder.

Save it.

Don't, um--

Don't be like that.

You were kissing my wife. Former wife.

You guys are separated and I'm not trying to be a jerk.

You know, just shut up.

And know that if you hurt her

or if you fool around with her in front of my son--

Then, what?

Yeah. That's what I thought.

Hey there.

Hey.

So does he stay mad a long time?

Your husband?

Not as long as I usually do.

But he is fierce about Mason.

Hey. Somebody would like to see you.

Oh, baby.

Thank you for bringing him.

I'm so sorry I scared you.

When can we go home?

Soon.

Mommy's feeling much better.

We just have to watch your mom a day or two longer.

And you can stay with me and Charlotte, okay?

And you can play as many video games as you want.

I wish you could play too.

Mom. Mom.

Cooper, get him out of here.

Mason, come on. It's okay.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

First he sees his mother fall asleep

while she's driving him and then he tries to give her a hug

and she has a seizure.

Coop, I get that you're mad--

Oh, please, spare me the lecture, okay?

Violet gave it to me.

I know what stage of grief I'm in and it doesn't help.

I'm not trying to lecture you. Good.

Because my son is being hurt

and there's nothing I can do about it.

I'm not sure that's true.

Look, you can be angry

and sad and frustrated and a hundred other things.

I don't blame you.

Because there's no easy way to deal with this.

There is a hard way to deal with it.

Erica can try to fight.

She may not be successful,

but she could do it with our help.

I tried. You demanded.

But you have to remember,

Erica is angry and sad and frustrated too.

And maybe what she needs right now isn't someone telling her

that she has to fight this fight.

Maybe what she needs is

someone helping her understand

why she should fight it.

He just--

He let it happen.

He didn't let it happen.

Your husband is a survivor of a sexual assault.

The first time that I saw Rick, he was on leave,

visiting some high school buddies and--

I went to this dive bar with a couple girlfriends

and it had a great jukebox.

And Rick was feeding every quarter he had into it.

And when he introduced himself,

he said, "I can't dance, but for you, I would try."

And when I took his hand, I thought:

"This man would never let anything bad happen.

This man would keep me safe."

That man is gone.

I know that all this must be a shock to you.

And please forgive me for even bringing this up,

but if you had been raped and Rick were to blame you...

When I look at him now,

I don't feel the same.

And I know how bad that sounds.

I just don't know what to do.

Didn't you tell me your father was wounded in Vietnam?

Yeah. He lost his right leg below the knee.

Well, Rick was wounded in Afghanistan.

His injury may not be as visible as your father's,

but it's just as real.

Don't blame him for something that wasn't his fault.

I was impressed.

I mean, if I had been that hung-over,

I don't think I could have given such a focused presentation.

No, I was driven by shame and humiliation.

Also, the fact that you promised

we'd stop for another burger on the way home.

Oh, is that right? Yeah.

I don't remember that part, but okay.

Thank you.

For being so amazing last night. I really...

I appreciate it. No problem.

And you're wrong, you know.

What? I've been dumped before.

When I was on that plane to Fiji

and you weren't in that seat next to me.

You didn't even wind up going. Still felt like getting dumped.

It felt like you dumped me. Jake.

No, I'm just saying, if someday I get drunk

and show up on your doorstep,

fat from bacon cheeseburgers and demanding sex, look out.

What?

What?

I don't want you seeing Scott anymore.

That's not really your call. It is when it affects Lucas.

That's not what's really bothering you.

Ha. I just love it

when you tell me what I'm really thinking.

You know what? You left me.

Do you even understand that? You left me, Pete.

I asked you-- I practically begged you to stop me

from walking out that door, but you didn't.

You didn't do a damn thing. You let me go!

And now you have the audacity, you have the gall to tell me

that I can't see someone else?

Fine. Do whatever you want. I don't care anymore.

You didn't care then. Why should now be different?

Got to hell, Violet.

I wanna go home.

Let's see how it goes today.

I don't think Kelly will be there.

She hasn't returned any of my calls.

I know that's disappointing.

But even if that's the case, telling her the way you did?

You should be very proud.

Your life still has value, Rick.

Hey.

You feeling any better?

Yeah.

This whole thing has been terrifying.

Yeah. There's no way out.

I can't make it better and I can't make it easier

and I'm just...stuck

in the worst possible place.

It is a...

terrible situation for a lot of different reasons.

And look, even though

it doesn't take anywhere near the amount of courage

for me to ask you this as it does for you to say yes--

Cooper. Fight.

Please, Erica. Please fight.

Look, the odds are long and it's gonna be miserable

and I can't promise you

that you're gonna get enough extra time

to make the hell that's chemo or radiation

or whatever they do to you worth it,

but I can tell you this:

What you're doing now is not working.

I don't wanna let you go.

I don't think you're ready to go.

And most importantly...

...maybe we'll get lucky.

Maybe it'll just show Mason how much you care. Maybe--

I don't know. I just don't know, Erica.

But please, just fight.

Okay.

Hi. Hi.

Are you okay? You sounded kind of--

Wait a minute. Is Lucas--? Is--?

He's with his dad.

So Pete's-- He's not here? No.

This is Dr. Sam Bennett.

Wait. There must be some mistake.

Because I have a--

Okay. Where?

I'll be right there.

I've always been the kind of person

who reads the last chapter of the book first.

I like to know what's coming.

It used to drive Sam crazy.

He'd say to me, "Getting to the end

is supposed to be a surprise."

It's nice of you to come down.

Most of the people in here?

Nobody shows up to take them home.

Yeah. Uh...

What was she arrested for again?

She boosted the cash from a convenience store register.

Just wait here. I'll get her.

I hate surprises.

This is who you came to pick up, right?

I like to know.

Uh, yeah.

That's my sister.

I like to know what's coming.