02x15 - Don't Poke the Bear

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(bell dings)

(pushes button)

(motor whirring)

(wristwatch jingles)

(clanks)

(whirring stops)

(sighs) No, no, no, no, no. No.

(pushes button)

What? (pushing button)

Oh, come on.

(alarm ringing) Come on.

Hello?! (pounds on door)

There's somebody in here!

(continues pounding)

Hello!

There's somebody in the elevator!

(alarm ringing)

Somebody? Can anybody hear me?!

(phone off-hook tone droning) Hello?!

(panting)

(thuds)

(whispers) Okay. (exhales sharply)

(breathing heavily)

(whirring resumes)

(sighs deeply and chuckles)

(continues breathing heavily)

Okay.

(exhales deeply)

(sighs deeply)

(bell dings)

(indistinct conversations)

(telephone rings)

Hey.

Hi.

You okay?

Stupid elevator.

But you're fine?

Oh. Nothing like some histrionics in the morning to get the blood pumping.

The Alex I know doesn't get hysterical.

The Alex you don't know does.

(cell phone buzzing)

There's an Alex I don't know?

I'm being paged. See you later.

Okay. (cell phone buzzes)

I'm not following you.

Mm... yeah, I'm following you.

Ah. I need you both in the E.R.

Level one center in Sudbury has been slammed with a mine collapse, and we're getting their spillover.

A couple has been att*cked by a bear.

We're gonna need ortho and general.

Any word on their condition?

Well, it was a bear att*ck, so I'm assuming that bones were broken, guts were chomped.

E.T.A.?

En route from the Island Airport.

Okay.

Wait!

(clears throat)

Are you two weird working together?

No.

We're fine.

Okay. Good.

(machine beeps in distance)

(siren wailing in distance)

(exhales deeply)

(horn honks in distance)

I'm really sorry. I paged her three times.

It's not your fault.

She's normally very prompt.

The second appointment in a row.

I know. Uh... the... there must be some explanation.

I...

(sighs)

See the ball game last night?

I was, uh, delivering premature twins.

Look, I gotta go.

But could you just have her call my office?

We'll reschedule.

I'm really sorry.

Yeah. I... I just...

Again, I'm really very sorry.

(door closes)

So...

How are... how are you?

How's the hotel?

It's a hotel.

Good. Good.

(telephone rings)

I paid all the parking tickets.

Did you pay mine as well?

Yeah. It was kind of hard to tell whose was what, so I just, mm, paid 'em all.

Well, you didn't need to.

It's-it's okay.

It's no big deal.

No, I... I'll give you money.

Alex.

Well, I've been avoiding doing all of those things.

You know, just switching over the names on the bills, and... (mouths word)

Yeah, I guess that's not the best part.

(sighs) Is there a best part?

(chuckles) Sorry.

Force of habit. (siren wailing in distance)

(pager beeps) Go time.

Yep. (sighs)

I'm paying those parking tickets.

Ugh.

(wheels clattering)

Meet Wayne Power, 48, G.C.S. at 15, heart rate 120, B.P. 100/75.

Lacerations to the face and left upper extremities.

Some scratches you got there, Wayne.

I'm fine. Take care of her.

Abigail!

She's way worse than he is.

Unresponsive, needs immediate attention.

G.C.S. is 3.

What have we got?

Head trauma, injuries to the chest and abdomen.

She's in hypovolemic shock.

Pulse 140, G.C.S. 3.

Grey Turner's sign.

Yeah, makes sense.

Blunt force trauma leads to internal hemorrhaging.

Wayne: Is she gonna be okay?

I'm gonna do a F.A.S.T.

All right, let's get central lines insert, flooding her with everything.

Get her a tetanus booster and an I.V. of antibiotics.

What happened to her, Wayne?

(grunts) She was in the garden, and I heard her scream.

You gotta make her okay.

They're gonna do everything they can, all right?

Just sit back, please.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Claw marks.

Lacerations to the bone.

It doesn't look arterial.

Wayne: It was a huge black bear.

(panting) She was running towards the cabin when it knocked her down with one swipe.

It was gonna crush her head, and I went out and started b*ating on it with a pitchfork.

We need to get them up to imaging.

Food in the abdomen. Let's get her to the O.R.

No, no! No! Abigail! (wheels clacking)

Just let 'em do their job, Wayne, let 'em go.

Please, please.

(Wayne breathing heavily)

Wayne: This is all my fault.

(strained voice) I screwed up. Abigail!

Abigail, honey, I'm sorry!

(groaning) I'm so sorry.

Charlie, are you okay?

Yeah.

Okay, Wayne, you've got an ipsilateral fracture of the clavicle and scapular neck... otherwise known as floating shoulder.

You know what, doc? I don't care.

When can I see Abigail?

Um, well, she's going to be busy in surgery for a while, but when she's done, I can let you know.

It's all my fault.

I mean, Abigail's from the city.

She's only out there because of me.

I was supposed to be protecting her.

(clears throat)

Listen, um, I understand that you feel responsible.

But, um... a little difficult seeing something like that coming, right?

I don't blame the bear. I blame myself.

If you corner an animal, it's just gonna defend itself.

That's just the chance you take when you live in the bush.

So why live in the bush?

We like our privacy.

Society likes to get in the way of happiness.

There are worse things than bears out there.

Yeah, I heard that.

(chuckles)

(man chanting indistinctly)

Victor tells me you're backing out of the surgery again.

I can't do it, doc.

Kai, this is the third time you've done this.

You came to me, you begged me.

You said this time you were absolutely certain about it.

Yeah.

So I booked an O.R. for the next five hours.

I've got a surgical team of six, including one of the country's top neurosurgeons. (sighs)

Do you know how many people are waiting for surgeries?

I know. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry I'm letting you down.

I just don't understand why you're coming here if you don't want the surgery.

Well, it's an elective surgery...

That was last year.

Let's check out your lung function. Come on.

I should go.

What, you have other plans?

No, but...

Get in, please.

(door thuds) Look, whether or not I'm getting the surgery is going to be up to me, not some test.

Right. Fine.

If you want to decide based on facts, let's... just breathe for me. (types)

(blows air, whooshes)

(computer beeps)

Have you at least been doing more exercise like we discussed?

I meditate eight hours a day.

Well, the last time I checked, being is not the same as doing.

(computer beeps) And blow.

Don't knock meditation.

I'm not knocking your wonderful meditation.

I'm not kidding you.

Before I learned it, I was maxed out on oxy just to deal with the back pain.

Blow harder!

I hate hospitals.

Well, hospitals aren't too crazy about you either, but you keep coming back here... (air whooshes) and booking that same operation.

Blow again. (blows air, whooshes)

(indistinct conversations, telephone ringing)

Hey, Maggie!

Hey!

Why haven't you answered my pages?

I was busy, I guess. Sorry.

You missed another appointment with Dr. Kalfas.

Ooh, rats. Um, I forgot.

Um, I have surgery, But we'll talk about it later, okay?

Are you avoiding Dr. Kalfas?

No.

But I was thinking, try a different obstetrician, maybe... maybe a woman. You know?

Tamara, could you pass me that file?

What, is it because you find him so devilishly handsome?

Hilarious.

Am I right?

(chuckles) No, you're not right.

Um, I was thinking we, uh, go with Dr. Davis.

What, you mean lazy Lana from your med school class?

She's my friend.

Yeah, but Dr. Kalfas is an actual obstetrician, and Lana Davis is just a resident.

(chuckles) And she only got through med school by cheating off your tests.

Well, I like her. So...

You... okay?

Six months ago your lung function was at 65%. Now you're down to 47%.

What do you think it's gonna be next month?

So I'll get an oxygen t*nk.

Awesome, so one day you go to bed, you asphyxiate in your sleep, you die.

It's my spine, man. It's my spine.

One false move from you and I'm paralyzed.

Kai, I have done 23 of these kyphosis surgeries.

Every one of these patients is walking tall now, okay?

Well, maybe I'm just learning to accept myself for who I am...

Hunchback and all.

All right.

The fact that you're using a pejorative like "hunchback" suggests to me you might not be entirely happy.

I would rather be a hunchback than a quadriplegic.

Also, women kind of, uh, kind of dig my imperfection.

Dude, we're dudes.

Okay, by definition we're entirely imperfect.

Listen...

I'm offering you a straighter spine.

I'm not getting the operation.

I'm sorry.

Okay.

(door slams in distance)

She also has very beautiful eyes.

See, now you're just being cruel.

I guess you're more of a leg man, right?

Look, you're not the one that might die up there on the operating table.

Is that what you're afraid of, Kai... dying?

No, I'm not... no.

Death is not feared by those who have lived wisely.

I get it, man. You're terrified of... anesthesia, of incision, of quadriplegia.

I mean, you know what? Most of all, I think that you are just afraid of change.

For you... (sighs) kyphosis has become more like, uh, a shield, like-like a place to hide.

You know?

Here's the truth...

If you don't have the surgery, you're gonna suffocate, Kai.

(sighs)

(cell phone buzzes)

It's...

The time is now.

All right, if I do this...

Will you let me do one thing for you?

Li... uh, what?

No-no-no.

You don't get to ask "what?"

Just answer with the gut.

All right.

All right then.

Really?

Okay, so, uh, so I can get you prepped?

(monitor beeping steadily, suction gurgling)

Alex: Ugh, I can't see a thing. It's like blood soup in here.

(sighs)

Maggie, how's the spleen?

Spleen's intact.

(clunks)

(sloshing) It's the liver. It's pulped.

I'm gonna need you to do a hand compression.

Okay, take that. (machine beeps)

(sloshing continues)

I will try the pringle maneuver.

(suction continues gurgling) Got it.

It's working.

Sponge.

There's a tear on a branch of the hepatic artery. Suture.

Okay. (machine beeps)

Can you grab this?

Yep.

Can you imagine how horrific that must have been, being att*cked by a bear?

I can't imagine there's much worse.

Though the thought of being stuck in an elevator, screaming like a little girl is pretty bad.

Everyone's talking about it.

Okay. Done. Scissors.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

All right. Move the liver to the right.

(beeps) Oh, boy.

There's some bleeding in here.

Is that what I think it is?

She's developing a hematoma.

It's retroperitoneal. Have you seen one of those before?

No, because most patients don't survive it.

If it ruptures, she's got minutes before she bleeds out.

Call Dr. Bell. Tell her to have this O.R. on standby in case we have to rush her back in here.

We're just gonna leave it like this?

The best thing for her is if the hematoma tamponades itself. I'm not gonna poke that skunk.

So we cover her up and take her to I.C.U.?

Yeah. Bogota bag, please?

On it.

(indistinct conversations)

Abigail?

(door closes)

(clacks)

Abigail?

Only Wayne calls me that.

Oh. Oh.

What do other people call you?

Abby?

Yeah.

I like that.

Okay.

Am I dead?

No, no. Your, um... your body is in the I.C.U., and the doctors are trying to save your life.

So no one can see me?

No.

Except you.

Uh, yeah.

Where's Wayne?

Wayne is okay. Wayne is um...

Uh, he's waiting to have surgery on his shoulder.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

(chuckles)

I haven't watched TV in forever.

You want me to...

Okay.

(turns TV on)

(man speaks indistinctly)

Not a nature show.

Recognize. Although there is some disagreement...

(static, cartoonish music playing)

Yeah, this.

(male cartoon voice) Now everybody together (boing) Stop, stop, stop!

I said "together."

(boinging) One, two, three, four, five...

(ventilator whooshing, monitor beeping steadily)

(Wayne whistling in distance)

(continues whistling)

(clattering)

Oh, I'm sorry.

Uh, is that bugging you?

No.

'Cause I won't do it if it's bugging you.

It's fine, Wayne.

It's just a thing that we do.

Whenever I'm on my way back to the cabin, I whistle, and she knows I'm coming.

(sighs) You think she can hear me right now?

Can't know for sure.

Well, I think it's worth a sh*t.

It can't hurt.

Can't hurt.

(telephone rings in distance, monitor beeps)

Vitals are stable.

Keep pushing those fluids through, and page me if anything changes. (Wayne resumes whistling)

Yeah, you got it.

Okay.

(continues whistling)

Here you go.

Thank you.

(folder thuds)

(wheels roll)

Um... tired or troubled?

Both?

Would it help if I told you you look attractive or something?

(wheels roll)

You've lived alone for a long time, right?

Yes. Since we split. (clicks pen)

Well, did you know that I don't change lightbulbs on fridays because I'm worried that if I fall off the chair nobody's gonna find me for two days?

(mutters)

(papers rustling) Well, what, I mean, it sounds like you need a drink or something like that...

Want to grab a bite to eat later on, or... (clicks pen)

(tone sounds)

(woman over P.A.) Dr. Reid to I.C.U.

(pager buzzes) Gotta go.

Dr. Reid to I.C.U.

(tone sounds)

(clicks pen)

Wayne: Do your job. What did you do to her?

Jackson: Please allow me to attend to her.

No, I'm staying here!

Melanda: What's happening? Blood pressure's dropping?

(clipboard clatters)

She went tachy two minutes ago.

Let me see. (speaks indistinctly)

Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

I'm not going anywhere!

She's filling up with blood.

Please!

No! What did he do? I saw him.

He was poking at those wires.

Jackson?

Please! Sir!

I saw him! I am not going anywhere!

The liver is leaking.

What did he do?

Leave me alone!

Please!

We need to transfuse.

Let us do our job!

Abigail!

Sir!

Get out! (Wayne grunts)

Leave!

Jackson: This way.

We need factors. Platelets!

We need to do a blood transfusion in here right now!

(monitor beeping steadily, ventilator whooshing)

Wayne, I understand that this is incredibly difficult, but you need to let us do our job.

Yeah, I understand. I'm sorry.

I... is she okay?

Abigail is stable, but she's in very serious condition.

What can I do? What...

Just tell me what to do.

You need to try to be calm and stay strong for her. Can you do that?

Yeah.

Good.

Okay then.

(girish) ♪ Hare Krishna ♪

Joel: Okay.

(clatters)

Um, so this music is intensely eerie.

Is it creeping anyone else out?

Ugh.

I like it.

Yeah, 'cause it sounds like you dance.

Well, it's what he wanted. So... (sighs)

If it helps him heal on some subconscious level, I say crank it. Probe, please.

♪
♪ Hare Rama ♪

(beeps)

This is an excellent posterior decompression, Joel.

You sound surprised.

I've just never seen such elegance from an orthopod.

Ouch.

(beeps)

Okay, so closing the osteotomy.

Let's just keep an eye on any changes here.

Straight spine's not going to mean a damn thing to this guy if he's paralyzed.

Big D., get in here, can you?

Can you place a hand underneath both knees and just... lift his legs gently?

♪

Thank you.

A little more, please.

Little more.

More... hold that position just there.

Check his M.E.P.S. How are they?

They're all good.

Okay, Shahir, you're up. Let's do this.

♪ Hare Rama ♪

(instruments clattering)

♪ Hare Rama ♪

(squeaking)

Wow.

Guy's bones are like butter.

Hmm, what kind of butter?

Is there more than one kind of butter?

Yes, there... there are several, Joel.

Okay, well, it was... it was a metaphor.

Um, Joel, "like butter" is a simile.

Let's just try and get Siddhartha out of here and into recovery, shall we?

His name's Kai.

(indistinct conversations)

(door opens)

(hand taps counter) How's she doing?

Well, the bear knocked the hell out of her.

She's pretty crushed up inside.

Well, that's why we never went camping.

Can you look at this?

That's a tibia fracture.

It looks like it was broken in two places.

See that?

That is a malunion. That's not from the bear att*ck.

That's an old fracture that's healed funny.

And she's got a few of them.

Bones that have healed without being set?

Yeah.

Judging from this, she was never treated by a doctor.

(machine beeps)

(ventilator whooshing, monitor beeping steadily)

Wayne, you ready for your surgery?

Yeah.

Hey, I heard Dr. Blake is doing it, not you?

Yeah, it's... it's a routine procedure.

It's normal for a resident to do it.

Okay.

I just wanted to tell her I love her one more time.

Wayne, we noticed that Abigail has some old fractures that didn't heal properly.

Yeah, she... fell getting out of a kayak.

Has she ever been to see a doctor?

Well, she doesn't need to. I'm a pro.

I just pull 'em out straight, tie 'em to a board.

So you've set more than one of her broken bones?

(wheels rolling) Yeah. (chuckles)

She's kinda clumsy.

And she's got that, uh, brittle bone thing.

Osteogenesis imperfecta?

Yeah. Yeah, that's right.

She told me the first time we met.

She said that she was fragile, and I told her that I would protect her.

(strained voice) Some job I did of that.

(grunts) Wayne, why didn't you tell us about all this before?

I'm sorry, I didn't think it was... relevant, I guess, is it?

The more we know about your wife's condition, the better we can help her.

Look, I'm really sorry, guys. I-I just...

Oh, gosh, I just can't do anything right today.

Well, your wife's in good hands, okay?

We'll do what we can for her.

(telephone rings in distance)

Do you believe him?

What do you mean?

I'm starting to get a funny feeling about him.

He sets her fractures himself?

Well, I guess, uh...

(wheels clattering) he's an odd guy, but osteogenesis imperfecta would explain her old injuries.

I know, but I feel like he's just telling us what we want to hear.

Okay, let's do a skin biopsy and see if she has it.

(wheels clattering)

(radio chatter)

Your kyphosis patient is not doing well.

Reycraft's in there.

What's going on?

He's clutching his gut, vomiting.

You didn't feed him, right?

No. He's puking up a lot of bile.

Is it dark green?

It's more like a forest green.

That's dark green.

No, that's hunter green.

(groaning) Oh, god!

(Reycraft) Let's get an I.V. morphine infusion at 4 milligrams an hour.

No, no-no-no. No pain meds.

Woman: Yes, doctor.

Don't do that. Uh, he's got addiction issues. Okay?

This is going to get worse before it gets better.

No narcotics.

Give me, uh, 4 mgs of Ondansetron for nausea and one liter bolus of normal saline.

Jackson, draw a C.B.C., electrolytes, and creatinine.

(continues grunting) Done.

Why is this happening to me?

Sometimes when we straighten a spine, it puts a strain on the internal organs there.

C.T. scan shows that his duodenum is being compressed by a superior mesenteric artery.

(strained voice) Why didn't you warn me about it?

We went over all possible complications, Kai.

Yeah, but this was exactly what I was afraid of.

It's temporary, and it's very manageable.

You should have given me a heads up about the operation.

(lowered voice) Are we gonna debate this, or are you gonna come up with a solution here?

Sometimes the solution is to do nothing.

Right now you want to do nothing. (grunts)

What Dr. Reycraft means, Kai, is that we're probably gonna have to feed you by I.V. for a few days, just give your stomach a bit of a rest.

And what if that doesn't work?

Well, then I'll have to go in.

You mean, like, operate again?

That's what I have to look forward to?

You said you would fix me.

(under breath) Right.

(groans) Oh, god!

Oh, all right, okay. Breathe through.

(pants and groans) Breathe.

(chanting)

I guess he's feeling better.

The guy just got cut open, his spine is filled with bolts and rods and he can sit up erect like that. (chanting continues)

Dead still, no pain meds?

(chuckles) That's amazing.

Mind over matter.

That's a strong mind.

Just make sure he stays in bed, all right?

Yeah.

I have to get to the lab, okay?

Two seconds. (telephone rings in distance)

Where are you taking me?

You'll see.

I'm busy.

Just this way.

(chair wheels roll) Hi Maggie.

Hi.

Let's find that heartbeat.

(whirring)

What if you can't find it?

I'll find it.

What if there isn't one, though?

Take a deep breath, Lin.

I know a pregnant lady when I see one.

(exhales deeply)

(machine beeps)

(heartbeat whooshing)

That's it.

Thank god.

Wow. That's a powerful heartbeat.

That's amazing!

That's our baby. (chuckles)

Fetal heart rate's in the normal range.

Everything sounds perfectly healthy.

Good.

(heartbeat continues whooshing)

Okay, we're done here. (whooshing stops)

(equipment clattering)

Uh, thank you so much.

Really, thank you for coming back.

You have no idea how much this means to us.

Right, Maggie?

Yeah. Yeah.

(sighs) Okay.

Thank you, again, man, for coming back.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

I appreciate it.

(chuckles) Okay.

So, um, and I'm not jealous, but what's going on?

Nothing. He's... he's a great doctor. Huh?

You're right, I'm wrong.

I'm just gonna go retrieve some labs results, and I'll see you later.

Yay! (chuckles)

Yay!

(indistinct conversations, papers rustle)

I've got the results.

And?

Negative.

What?

No brittle bone disease?

No.

She's got more collagen in her than a Kardashian family picnic.

Thanks.

But her vitamin D level is really low.

The girl hasn't seen the sun in a while.

She lives in the woods.

Well, that's quite the tree canopy.

(sighs) We need proof.

He lied about her broken bones.

We're gonna need more than that.

I know because the minute she wakes up, he can insist he's taking her out of here.

Did he give us any next of kin?

No. Nobody.

Okay, so we need to talk to her.

(chuckles) How?

I think we need to enact the domestic v*olence protocol.

What have you noticed?

Old fractures, vitamin deficiencies...

Wayne lied about her injuries.

Does this seem consistent with abuse to you?

It seems to be, yeah.

So what would you suggest?

You want to document everything that you're doing.

Take photos of her injuries, and record them on a body map.

And then when she wakes up, then...

Talk to her.

Yeah.

Someone turned off the TV.

Thank you, Gavin. (pager buzzes)

No problem.

I saw a commercial for a light that can make yellow teeth white in two minutes.

When did they invent that?

You really don't know?

I live in the bush. (turns TV on)

(man speaking indistinctly on TV)

Yet you love your TV.

What about Wayne?

Wayne only likes things that he can catch or hunt.

(man continues speaking indistinctly)

You two seem like a bit of an odd match.

How'd you meet?

I was hiking.

I fell and broke my leg.

He fixed me up.

We've been together ever since.

It's meant to be.

(man continues speaking indistinctly)

Abby, does Wayne ever hurt you?

Like, physically b*at me?

Yep.

No.

Why would you ask that?

'Cause of the way you hide out in here.

And you've had a lot of broken bones.

And, um... you seem to be afraid of him.

What?

Did you hear that... the whistling?

No.

The whistling. It's Wayne. He's coming!

Abby, what is it?

I don't hear anything. What's wrong?

I shouldn't tell you.

Why?

Because I need him.

(tone sounds)

(woman over P.A.) Code blue... I.C.U.

Code blue... I.C.U.

That's me, isn't it?

(monitor beeping erratically) B.P.'s dropping, heart rate's going up.

Her hematoma must have ruptured.

We need to get her back to the O.R. right now.

This is what we were afraid of.

It's what we're prepared for. Let's go.

(wheels clattering)

(monitor beeping steadily)

Alex: Almost there. And... (suction gurgling)

Whoa. Okay, clamp.

(suction continues gurgling)

Okay, tie this vein off.

Oh, lady, I hope you can manage to break free from that guy.

The husband? He a bad guy?

Looks like it.

(sighs) Man. How do you know when you can trust someone?

I don't know.

Got it.

Cauter.

Okay. (sighs)

All right.

That's a big section of liver we're saying good-bye to.

Well, she's still got a big section left.

Okay.

Argon beam.

(machinery beeps)

(sizzling)

Let's put in the drains and close her up.

Okay.

Uh, quick follow-up question.

Okay.

Would a-an abused spouse feel the need to protect their partner?

It's pretty common, actually. Yeah.

Uh, would they also say that, um, they need their partner?

You mean Abigail?

Yeah.

Okay. Um... so if Wayne is somebody who needs to be needed...

Mm-hmm.

Then he can go to extremes and... weaken Abigail, undermine her until her sense of self and self-esteem is so shattered that she feels like she can't leave Wayne.

Dependency has a weird effect on people.

People are held hostage by it.

What?

I said people can be held hostage by it.

Kidnapped.

Well, I'm speaking metaphorically, but...

I know, but... it could also be kidnapped, right?

Sure.

I mean, there are many documented cases of Stockholm syndrome where a c*ptive is actually so dependant on their captor that they start to protect... them.

(indistinct conversations, telephone rings)

(lowered voice) Abigail?

(whispers) Abigail?

(sighs)

Really shouldn't be up and about.

Yeah. No, it's okay. I seem to have the pain under control.

Well, that's great.

Um, you should probably still... lie down.

Yeah, I know. It's just, um...

Well, I... (laughs)

I haven't seen my face in a mirror over a sink for... seven years?

(laughs) Look at that.

(laughing) Look at that.

Awesome.

Yeah. (laughs)

Let's get you back to bed.

Yeah. I know, I know, I know.

Oh, I am definitely gonna be doing more walking meditations.

Let's do a walking meditation back to your bed.

You know, you really should try it.

What, meditation? No, don't have the time.

Well, your problem is you've got too much time.

Mm.

You're always... (inhales sharply)

You're filling your schedule... (exhales sharply) checking your phone.

Well, that's the life of a surgeon.

What time is it?

It's 5: 30.

No, it's not.

Time is now.

This is the moment you need to be in.

You gotta be present.

You know, I kind of get what you're talking about, in the O.R., when it's just me with a bone to fix, the problem to solve.

That's sort of when the world falls away for me.

What if I told you that you could have that feeling any time, any place?

You sound like a drug dealer.

We had an arrangement.

I would get the surgery, and you would let me do one thing for you.

(clicks tongue) Right.

That.

Yeah, that.

(whispers) Okay.

(sighs deeply)

There you are.

I've been exploring.

I used to explore a lot when I was a kid.

I know what's going on here.

What do you mean?

What's your real name?

Why are you asking me that?

Because I think he kidnapped you.

No. It's not like that.

He saved me.

I owe him my life.

No.

No, you don't owe him anything.

Your life is yours, not his.

Oh, I do.

(voice breaks) I do.

Don't you have parents, family, someone...

Someone that loves you? A mom and a dad?

Someone who misses you?

I don't remember.

(sobs)

You tell me your name, and I'll call them right now.

When's the last time you saw them?

How long has it been? Months?

(sniffles) Years?

They haven't forgotten you.

I'll bet they're out there looking for you right now, and they're desperate to find you.

Tell me your name.

(voice breaks) Really?

Yeah.

Imagine what-what they've been through, what he's put them through...

(sobbing)

What losing you has done to them.

Stop it.

Tell me your name.

Wayne can't hurt you here. He can't.

He took away your past.

Don't let him take away your future, too.

Tell me your real name!

It's Kayla!

My name's Kayla Bradley.

(indistinct conversations)

Charlie: Her name is Kayla Bradley.

Her parents thought she was dead.

Alex: How did you find this?

I, um...

I googled pictures of missing persons until I found someone who looked like her, and then I contacted her family.

She's been missing since she was 12 years old.

He kept her prisoner in the woods for 15 years.

He must have thought she was escaping and att*cked her.

He said he fought off that bear with a pitchfork.

(exhales sharply)

Charlie, there is no bear.

(siren wailing in distance)

(door closes)

How is she? Can I see her?

No.

No, Wayne, you are never gonna see her again.

What are you talking about?

We know who Abigail really is.

What do you mean?

Kayla Bradley.

I don't know who that is.

You kidnapped her 15 years ago.

Kidnapped? (chuckles) Right.

She ran away. You chased her down and you b*at her.

What, the hikers heard her screaming, and you had to think on your feet what could do that kind of damage?

A bear att*ck.

You're insane.

I love my wife. She loves me.

Now I wanna see her.

(breathes deeply)

You called the cops?

What's wrong with you people?

What is wrong with you people, huh?

I love her. I love her.

You have no idea what that's like!

None! (groans)

Man: Come on.

Wayne: Aah!

Abigail!

(door closes)

Wayne, in distance: Abigail!

I wanna see my wife!

Abigail!

♪

(footsteps approach)

Look, if I said or did something wrong, I'm sorry.

Okay? But it would be good if I at least knew what it was.

Right. Why would you remember?

You were hopped up on liquid codeine.

(sets down mug) Wait. What?

So no offense, but you shouldn't be treating patients.

You should be in rehab.

Maggie, what are you talking about?

Read Luke 4: 23.

"Physician, heal thyself."

(chuckles) That's exactly what I was doing. I had bronchitis.

Okay, I had patients to see. I couldn't stop coughing.

And, look, I'm not used to taking dr*gs.

It knocked me right out.

Why should I believe you?

Because I would never jeopardize a patient's safety.

And look, hey, cough's gone.

Well, the-the bottle was empty. You were passed out.

I... I just thought that...

I could see why you'd say that.

But no, you... (chuckles) you were wrong.

Oh, god. I feel like a jerk.

Hormones?

It's okay.

All right? Are we good?

Yeah. I'm sorry.

Okay. Come here.

Hey.

Hey.

So Jason is going to be our doctor again.

Really?

Yeah.

Great.

Okay. Um...

I will see you next week. Don't keep me waiting.

I won't.

So... that was a big hug.

Mmm.

Let's go home and get drunk on nonalcoholic beers.

Ooh!

Ooh!

Good thinkin'.

Joel: Okay, so what do I do now?

Breathe through your nostrils.

(stammers) Breathe how?

What do you mean "breathe how"?

I mean, how do I breathe? I...

No, you breathe like a human being breathes.

Breathe in.

Now you're just being malicious, that's all.

Breathe in. Be aware of your breathing.

And feel the breath on top of your lip there.

Feel your body relaxing.

Be aware of it.

This is excruciatingly boring.

Well, then you're boring.

You know, that's fine. Just... let go of your boring-ness.

(chuckles)

José González: ♪ saw them gathering ♪

Breathe.

Feel what life brings.

♪ by the thicket while assembling a nest ♪

Hi.

♪ on alert for any lingering thr*at ♪

My name is Dr. Reid.

♪ building frantically without rest ♪

My name's Kayla Bradley.

Welcome back, Kayla.

♪ walls grew dense and blocked out the sun ♪
♪ caving in ♪
♪ everyone ♪
♪ darkness fell, wiped a once joyous tone ♪
♪ then famished ♪
♪ like possessed, ended eating their own ♪
♪ saw them gathering sticks from the ground ♪
♪ by the thicket while assembling the nest ♪

Hey.

Hi.

Good night, Alex.

Good night, Charlie.

Take the stairs, okay?

(laughs)

I'll be okay.

I know you will.

(telephone rings)

(elevator bell dings, doors open)

(exhales deeply)

So I have a joke for you. (sighs)

Okay, hit me.

Well, the big surgeon walks into a bar, tries to meditate.

You?

Yes.

Meditate?

I tried to meditate.

(laughs)

It's-it's not funny. It's...

It's sweet.

Weren't you supposed to go out tonight, huh?

Treat yourself or something?

Well, that's what you said I was supposed to do.

So?

What I am going to do is go home, slip under the covers in my P.J.S, and fall asleep watching television.

That sounds like somebody who's hiding from the world.

I'll face the world tomorrow.

You know, I had this Buddhist patient who says to me that... Don't look like that.

He says there's no such thing as tomorrow, that we have to live in the now, that each moment is the moment...

Joel. Okay.

No, hear me out, because... and this is revelation to me, and granted the sort... the-the person...

I-I don't wanna hear it.

Who would do this sort of thing.

I just... I think that we need to...

You, however, are extraordinarily terrible...

Joel...

At giving to yourself.

Stop it.

(sighs)

Thank you.

(laughs)

For what?

(doors open)

For trying to help.

Welcome.