09x13 - I Think I Know You, But Do I Really?

[bunniefuu]

I'll get a caregiver,

someone who could be with him
when I'm not.

What about you? What about your job?

What about your life?

This is not a long-term solution.

He's trying to sue me
to make a quick buck

off of the hospital.

It'd be my word against Pawel's.

A respected physician's word
against a con man's?

The guy's a freaking menace.

Am I gonna die?

I must've done something wrong.

Sometimes, patients don't survive.

But it's the burden we bear.

You promised me.
You said you could save him.

I thought I could.

So what's this one?

Ginger chamomile.

I like it.

- Really?
- Mm.

How much?

I mean, words just can't begin to...

[SOFT ROMANTIC MUSIC]

♪

[PHONE BUZZING]

[CLEARS THROAT]

It's Med.

Why? You're not on call.

No idea.

Ripley.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, now's...
now's not a great time for me.

Isn't there anyone else you can call?

- I'm on my way.
- Aw.

Norovirus hit the night shift.

They're short.

That's not fair.

We finally get a night together.

[SIGHS] Yeah.

But... to be continued.

Definitely. [LAUGHS]

- [GROANING]
- Loren, talk to me.



Impalement injury to the abdomen.

Vitals are stable. GCS 14.

He's conscious and able to communicate.

I gave him


What did he get impaled on?

You ready for this?

Voilà.

- Is that...
- Yeah, antlers.

He shot the animal
and tripped trying to move it.

Payback. It's payback.

Give him another 50 of fentanyl.

X-ray. Lateral torso, please.

It's... it's... what do they call it?

Karma?

Just take it easy.
We're gonna take good care of you.

Bilateral breath sounds.

Give him a gram of ceftriaxone.



- [GROANING]
- X-ray.

[TENSE MUSIC]

Am I gonna die?

No.

But you are gonna need surgery.

Looks like the antlers go
all the way into the back.

All right, we're gonna
take you up to the OR

where we can put you to sleep,
have this thing removed,

and see what we need to fix, okay?

Will you let them know
that we're coming up?

Loren, you're with me.

[SIGHS] Bambi's revenge.

[GROANING]

Yep. Yep. Yep, I'm awake.

[CHUCKLES] Good morning.

Now it is.

Here.

Thank you.

You're a lifesaver.

I know.

How was your night?

Ah, above average.

Hmm. I'd love to hear about that.

But Maggie is asking for you.

Of course she is.

Yeah. Come on.

[ALARM BEEPING]

Ripley? You're on deck.

What's going on, Maggie?

High-risk prisoner
coming in from Statesville.

High-risk?

Yeah, violent offender. Anthony?

Doug Green, injured in an altercation
with another inmate.

Contusions, facial fractures,
broken ribs.

You're going to treatment four.

You get all the fun.

[GROANING]

You give him anything for the pain?

There was concern
he was drug-seeking, so no.

Joe?

Keep getting those good grades, yeah?

Make something of your life.

Mr. Green, I'm Dr. Ripley.

I'm gonna take care of you.

Wha...

Do you know where you are?

The dentist?

No, you're in the hospital.
Do you know why?

I got that damn COVID again.

All right. Cut it out, Green.

Be straight with him.

I don't like you.

[LAUGHS]

Officer, can I have a word?

Keep an eye on him.

[TENSE MUSIC]

How about you remove those shackles?

Can you work around them?

- It's a hassle.
- But you can.

Shackles stay on.

Why? That guy's not going anywhere.

Don't let the act fool you.

Green is a cold-blooded m*rder*r,

and he's a lying son of a bitch.

♪

[COUGHING]

Mr. Goodwin,
you need to take smaller bites.

And maybe if you sit up
a little straighter...

Leave me alone!

I'm just trying to help you.

You treat me like a baby.

[MOUTHING WORDS]

[SOMBER MUSIC]

♪

- Thanks, Mike.
- Mm-hmm.

[BREATHING SHAKILY]

Hey, when's chow time?

Pretty soon.

Well, this confirms his prison X-ray.
Ribs are fractured.

He's legitimately in pain.



Let's get some ice on the face,
draw routine labs,

and see when we can get him up
for a pan CT.

Got it.

When's chow time?

Just ignore him.

We'll get you something to eat.

How'd you get hurt?

[SIGHS] He provoked a fight.

Who keeps talking? Yakety-yak!

You're not fooling anyone.

His hands aren't bruised.

Doesn't look like he threw any punches.

Well, maybe he wanted a beatdown.

Get a hospital vacation.
Happens all the time.

- I'll be back.
- Hmm.

Morning.

Hey. Good morning.

How, uh... how's it all going?

Well, I'm not getting very much sleep.

You know, I hear Bert get up,
start wandering around the house.

I have to go put him back to bed
two to three times a night.

Oh, man.

He's starting to have trouble eating,

yelling at the caregiver,

and he can't take a shower
by himself anymore.

I'm sorry.

You know, I think
about a facility, Daniel,

but I don't know.

It's so hard.

You remember the kind of man he was...

a great father, teacher, beloved coach.

I sure do.

And, you know,
after all he put me through,

it still feels like
I'd be throwing him away.

[SIGHS]

I don't know. Let me go to work.

- You hang in there.
- Okay.

Here you go. Here's two.

- Crockett.
- Hey, Mags.

You heard anything
from Bill Storch, Colin's dad?

All right. Well, let me know if you do?

Hey, I know it was tough,
sending that little boy home.

Yeah.

All right.

Dr. Charles, we got a patient from DOC.

Ooh, man. I can see that.

Yeah. The guy got life 50 years ago

for some pretty horrific crimes.

He was brought in today
with injuries from a beating.

They don't look severe,
but there's another issue.

He strikes me as demented.

Well, a long stretch
in the prison system?

Not the best way to, you know,
maintain one's mental faculties.

The guard says he's faking it,
and that's certainly possible.

I mean, convicts have been known to lie.

You ever hear
of Vinny "The Chin" Gigante?

Mafioso, used to wander
around Greenwich Village

in his robe and slippers,
trying to convince the Feds

that he was non compos mentis.

It was hilarious.

Anyway, you get a CT yet?

Scans are ordered. He's in the queue.

CT is gonna give us the best idea,

but I'm happy to have a chat
in the meantime.

Give me a couple of minutes?

- I'll sh**t you his chart.
- Thank you.

How's our antler guy?

Mighty Nimrod?

He'll be okay, but that's one rack

he won't be hanging up on the wall.

[LAUGHS]

Hey.

Hey.

So I gotta get
the bird back in the hangar,

but we still good
for snow crab tomorrow?

Uh, can't wait.

Loren gets that trauma fellowship,

I know who will be a happy woman.

Should be hearing soon.

Uh-huh.

Mr. Green?

Morning, Officer.

Mr. Green, I'm Dr. Charles.

I was hoping we could have
a little chat.

Yakety-yak. Don't talk back.

Psychiatry. [CHUCKLES]

Here we go.

Do you mind if I just get
a few minutes with the patient?

I call the sh*ts when it comes
to this jackass, Doc, not you.

Whatever you wanna chat about,
you do it in front of me.

Okay.

So, Mr. Green, I understand

that you were injured in a fight.

A fight? If you say so.

You don't... you don't remember?

Yeah, I remember.

Okay, well,
can you tell me what happened?

A fight, like... like... like you said.

- Yeah.
- Okay.

So how long have you been in prison?

I'm not in prison.

[CHUCKLES] Go ahead and
tell them what you're in for.

Don't you wanna know
who you're dealing with?

Tell them what you did,
you remorseless prick.

- Go ahead.
- Okay, give me a break.

Why is he talking to me like that?

Why is he talking to me like that?

Mr. Green, don't worry about him.

Don't worry about him.
You're talking to me.

Don't worry about him.

Who are you?

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Katherine Walker, 20 weeks pregnant,

lost her balance on the stairs.

GCS 15. Good vitals.

Possible fracture, lower right leg.

Okay, on my count. One, two, three.

[GROANS]

She's been dizzy, short of breath,

throwing up a lot.

Oh, God, her leg.

- My boyfriend, Derek.
- We splinted in the field.

She says she still has fetal movement.

No abdominal trauma.

Make sure my baby's okay.

I'm going to, Katherine.

I'm Dr. Asher.
Let's get her some fluids.

Right.

Needles.

- Honey?
- Why don't you sit down?

Okay, I'd like to get a chest X-ray

and an AP on the leg.

Check the baby.

I'm about to.

X-ray.

The chest looks good.

X-ray.

Okay.

Well, your leg isn't broken.

This is a pretty,
pretty nasty contusion, though.

Okay, I'm gonna check the fetus now.

Doctor told me years ago
I couldn't get pregnant,

so we weren't using birth control.

This baby's a miracle.

Yeah.

Kind of a surprise.

Okay, I am seeing abnormally
high levels of amniotic fluid

called polyhydramnios.

Likely why you're
short of breath and nauseated.

The position of the head
and the heart is...

is a little off.

Because she fell?

No, this is something
that was happening before.

- What was happening before?
- I can't tell yet.

We'll need you to get a formal
ultrasound and a fetal MRI.

Do whatever you have to, but please,

you've gotta save this baby.

♪

Excuse me.

Okay, so he is either

the greatest actor since Marlon Brando

or he's, you know,
not only got dementia,

he's pretty deep into it.

If so, why hasn't he been diagnosed?

Mitch, prison health care?

I mean, not exactly
concierge medicine, right?

So this patient from corrections,
what's happening?

Waiting to get him up to CT.

Well, I can't have these officers

impeding flow in the ED.

- [YELLS INCOHERENTLY]
- Or that.

I'll call radiology
and see if he can cut the line.

You expedite his treatment.

If you can't admit him,
then send him back.

I don't have enough to worry about.

Hey, get me CT.

Hi, Katherine, Derek.

- This is Dr. Marcel.
- Hi.

He's a trauma surgeon.

I'd love for him
to take a look at your leg.

May I?

It looks even worse.

[GRUNTING]

Yeah, compartments are tight.

Pulse is still palpable, but barely.

Okay.

So, Katherine, the MRI showed

that the fetus has
a diaphragmatic hernia.

That's an abnormal opening in the muscle

between the chest and the abdomen.

It's a congenital malformation.

Congenital?

You know, I think my sister's
baby had something like that.

Really? You never told me.

It's not like it would come up.

We never even talked about kids.

Well, we've only known
each other for five months.

It's kind of like we just met
and then this happened.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, the good news is,
a surgical procedure

will allow for you
to deliver a healthy baby.

I don't understand.

You mean a surgical procedure
before I give birth?

- Mm-hmm.
- On the baby?

Yes, a fetal surgery.

We have a surgeon who
specializes in this procedure.

He'll make a small puncture
into the abdomen and uterus

and treat the fetus inside.

Oh, God.

I've already spoken with him,
and he suggests

that we proceed
with the procedure immediately,

given the size of the hernia.

Unfortunately,
as a result of the bleeding

to the muscle of your leg, you have

what's called a compartment syndrome.

It also needs to be
addressed immediately.

So we have to go in
and open the sides of your calf

to release the pressure,
and we'll do that

while Dr. Asher assists
in fetal surgery.

Two surgeries at the same time?

Is that absolutely necessary?

Obviously it is.

I have a bit of a problem
with hospitals and stuff, okay?

How did you think
we were gonna have a baby

without going to the hospital?

Yes. I'll do it.

- Great.
- Okay. All right.

All right. We'll be back shortly.

Sharon.

Hey, Dennis.

How are you doing?

I'm okay.

You know, Bert's been a handful.

I guessed that.

I've been missing you.

Well, that goes both ways.

Look, I...

I'm sorry.

I realize having my ex living with me

is not exactly what you signed up for.

That's not what's bothering me.

It's you not letting me
into this to help you,

you wanting to do it all by yourself.

But it's... it's not like

I wanna do it by myself, Dennis.

I just feel like it's not fair
to burden you with it.

Burden me?

You must not think much of me

to think that I'd be burdened
by your problems.

You know I think the world of you.

Sharon, our relationship is
not just about the good times.

It's a partnership.

I know that.

Then invite me into your life.

[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Dr. Archer, got one for you. Baghdad.

Howard, with me.

Dustin Norris, 20s,
fell off his scooter.

Possible fractured wrist.

Arousable but sedate.

The paramedic thought
he was on something.

- Dude!
- Vitals?

BP is a little low. 104/80.

Heart rate's high. 114.

Dustin, I'm Dr. Archer.

Oh, the man!

And I'm third-year
medical student Naomi Howard.

Oh, cute.

All right, can you turn
your head from side to side?

Uh, no problemo.

- Up and down.
- Yeah. Yeah.

C-spine's clear.

Collar can stay off.

[EXHALES DEEPLY]

Breath sounds bilaterally.

Did you hurt your wrist?

I guess.

Ow! What'd you do that for?

Dr. Archer needed to see
if you can discriminate pain.

Well, duh.

Dustin, you on any dr*gs?

You're not allowed to ask me that.

Well, actually, I am.

So are you?

You tell me.

- Give us a urine sample?
- Mm-mm.

And I don't gotta pee either.

- Howard.
- [LAUGHS]

Just give him a liter
of some fluids and he'll...

he'll pee soon enough.

Yeah.

Ugh. Got all the winners today.

- Got a contact for this clown?
- Yeah.

It's your friend Dr. Collins,
Sean's boss.

The guy's a resident in her facility.

Let's give Margo a call.

This isn't one of her success stories.

Yeah.

Whatever you gave me
for throwing up last time,

how about making it a double?

I'll check with Dr. Washington.

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

[COUGHS]

I'm gonna beat this.

Yeah. I know you are.

All I can think about is that kid.

Funny.

I never thought
I had it in me to be a dad.

Yeah, me neither.

That's fair enough.

[BOTH LAUGH]

Hey.

How's that prick who sued you?

Pawel?

I don't know.

Why do you care?

He went after you.

That's why.

Sully, just let it go.

You're letting him get away with it?

What happened to you, man?

You used to be the king of payback.

Mr. Sullivan.

Hey, Doc.

I understand you had some side effects

after your first infusion.

Yeah. Out of both ends.

I'm sorry.

But I can help with that.

Well, I better, or your friend here

is gonna give me a hard time.

Nah.

My boy's gone soft.

♪

Mike, getting a picture
of that wrist for me?

Yep.

Well, Dustin, I guess
you did have to pee after all,

and lo and behold,

your urine tested positive for heroin.

No, you must have mixed it up
with somebody else.

Yeah, I've heard that one before.

X-ray.

Yeah, you got a broken wrist.
Colles fracture.

We'll get ortho down here
to check up on you,

and they'll probably
wanna put a cast on you.

Dean. Dr. Collins and Sean are here.

Don't go anywhere.

- Hi.
- Hey.

So is he badly hurt?

He took a spill off
an e-scooter, broke his wrist.

Gonna give him a CT, head and abdomen,

just to check all the boxes.

Was he high?

Sean, I cannot...

- He was.
- Hey, Sean. Sean.

Dustin. You swore to me.

Oh, Sean. Sean.

This is the third time.

Hey, hey, hey. It's not the time.

You don't get it, Dad.

I believed you. I believed you.

All right, let's go. Let's go.

Come on. I need you to leave right now.

He's using again.

I mean, it's part of the process.

- It was with you, Sean.
- [SCOFFS]

- Hey, Sean.
- Sean, hey.

[SOFT TENSE MUSIC]

- What's going on?
- Ugh.

Sean felt he had a bond with
this guy he's been sponsoring,

and he fell off the wagon.

Again.

Look, I need to get into surgery,

but let me know
if I can help with anything.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Margo.

Dustin's X-ray.

There's something in his stomach?

Yeah, looks that way.

Wanna tell us what it is?

Um, breakfast.

Okay, tell us what it is, Dustin.

Let me guess. Bag of smack?

Didn't wanna get caught with it?

- Do we need to scope him?
- [SIGHS]

I hate to do it unless we have to.

Let's see if he passes it on his own.

Keep him on the monitors
and track it with the serial X-ray.

Little future advice... only food
belongs in your stomach.

[SOMBER MUSIC]

[SIGHS]

- Crockett?
- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- You said you wanted to know.

Oh, no.

Oh, dear God.

♪

- Kai?
- Hey.

Where's Crockett?

He asked me to cover for him.

Why?

He just said he didn't think
he'd be at his best.

What?

I don't know. Man of mystery.

Don't worry. He thoroughly briefed me.

Much more than I needed. Way more.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Position of the fetus is good.

[MONITORS BEEPING]

Injecting roc.

Dr. Cho and I can't proceed
until the fetus is

thoroughly sedated and not moving,

so you can start.

All right.

Making the medial incision.

♪

Going to release the superficial

and deep compartments.

Then I can get some hematoma out.

Fetus is fully anesthetized.

Continuing hernia repair.

Evacuating the hematoma.

Ah, I love this part.

Good position beneath the vocal cords.

And deploying.

The deployment looks good.

And I've got hemostasis.

Ready to close.

Mr. Green's head CT.

- Global atrophy.
- Yeah.

He's not faking his dementia.

No, sir.

With this degree of dementia,

Mr. Green doesn't belong in prison.

Well, he doesn't belong
in my ED, either.

Where he belongs,
and many others like him,

is in a memory care unit.

I mean, I'm telling you,
aging prisoners with dementia,

it's really becoming a crisis.

Daniel, you know that's not up to us.

You've treated his injuries.

Now he's the responsibility of
the Department of Corrections.

What will late-stage dementia look like

for Mr. Green in prison?

As his illness progresses...

Dr. Charles, maybe you wanna
take it from here.

As he becomes more and more disoriented,

he might forget where his cell is

and the bathroom.

You know, he'll likely
become incontinent.

I mean, I've literally seen patients

in Mr. Green's predicament
urinating on prison walls.

He won't be able
to feed himself anymore.

He will forget to wash.

And all in an environment

that punishes for noncompliance,

an environment that will hurt him.

Can't we recommend
he be kept out of gen pop

and put in the infirmary?

But all they'd really do is just,

you know, strap him to a bed.

At least he won't get beat up.

Yeah, my point is, it's just not
a long-term solution, Mitch.

It sucks, right?

But the system simply is not set up

to deal with prisoners like Mr. Green.

Okay, so what would you like me to do?

I suppose I could petition
for compassionate release.

Actually, that would be great.

Unfortunately, as a prisoner
who is not terminally ill,

he simply won't get it.

Okay.

I do know the attorney general.

It's a long shot,
but I could give her a call

and see if she can get him remanded

to a state mental institution.

Wow.

That absolutely is worth a shot.

- Thank you, Ms. Goodwin.
- Yes. Thank you, Ms. Goodwin,

I really appreciate you
making the effort.

I'm sorry.

I know you didn't need this today.

Dr. Archer?

- Please.
- All right.

Margo?

[RETCHING]

When did this start?

- A couple minutes ago.
- [RETCHES]

What's happening?

I'm sorry, man. I'm sorry.

[GROANS] I swallowed the dope.

What were you thinking?

Sean, give us some air, okay?

[GROANING]

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

- Is that the pylorus?
- Yeah.

It's obstructing the stomach
from emptying.

Bag won't make it out.

All right, we'll have to go get it.

Can you order up an endoscopy, please?

How could you, man?

All those nights we stayed up talking.

I know. I know.

All right, Sean. Let's go.

Let's go.

What if I don't want it pulled out?

Well, you don't have a choice.

I don't wanna get in trouble.

Dustin, you can't leave it there.

Could burst in your stomach
and k*ll you.

[GROANING]

Oh. Daniel.

The AG was apologetic
but said this isn't something

she could deal with quickly.

Frankly, I think she's just
afraid of looking soft on crime

in an election year.

Discharge him.

Sorry, pal.

That's it?

We're just...

we're just gonna
throw this guy to the wolves?

Unfortunately, there are no good moves.

- That sounds like a cop-out.
- Really?

I guess I'm just confused

why Ms. Goodwin seemed more willing

to try to help this guy than you were.

I think it's probably because
she was indulging you a bit,

because she saw how much you cared.

Mitch, I've been advocating for
prisoners with mental health...

Like you advocated for me?

Seriously?

We're going back there again?

I did the best I could.
I don't know what else to say,

except for maybe
I'm tired of apologizing.

And frankly,
I've been advocating for you

ever since you got here...
protecting you too.

And you know what? I'm sick of it.

I'm done.

[TENSE MUSIC]

All right. Swallow.

- Swallow. Okay. Come on.
- [RETCHES]

Easy, deep breaths.

You got it.

In through the nose,
out through the mouth.

Good. Breathe.

And we're in the stomach,
and there's the bag.

Okay. Sarah, grab this, will you?

All right.

Okay, I'm gonna snag it with the snare.

Good.

All right, got it.

All right. Endoscope's coming out.

Keep breathing.
Sarah, take that, will you?

There we go.

Yeah.

All right. Breathe. Breathe.

Good work.

All right. Good. Almost.

Okay.

All done.

Should I call security?

No.

♪

Ah.

The bag is removed.

He's gonna be fine,
at least in that regard.

Where is it?

The baggie?

I disposed of it.

Well, you need to get it back.

Get it back?

We need to give it to the cops.

What?

- He needs to be arrested.
- Why?

'Cause that's the only way
he's gonna stop doing this.

Hey, this is not the place.

All right, let me finish up with Dustin,
and I'll see you guys outside.

Hey, Maggie.

I forgot I have an appointment
at the DMV.

Shouldn't take too long.
Zach's covering for me.

Sure.

- [KNOCK AT DOOR]
- Come in.

Ms. Goodwin? [CLEARS THROAT]

Oh.

Ah, Dr. Marcel.

I was told you took yourself
out of a surgery?

Now, that's not like you.

I learned that Colin Stewart,

you know, the young boy who
needed that liver transplant,

he died.

And then his... his father, Bill...

[SOMBER MUSIC]

k*lled himself.

Oh, no.

Oh, Dr. Marcel,

I am so sorry.

I know this is a terrible blow.

Take all the time you need. Please.

Thank you.

♪

The procedure went well.

We successfully deployed a tiny
balloon as a temporary fix

until the baby is delivered
and we can do

a permanent hernia repair.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Mm-hmm.

Guess I'd better get used to hospitals.

What's with you and hospitals?

I, uh, kind of had a bad experience

when I was living in India
and my appendix burst.

India?

Her dressings look good.

Only a little strike-through.

Okay.

Katherine, can you wiggle your toes?

Nice. All right. Pulse is strong.

Color of the foot looks good.
Any tingling or numbness?

No.

Why were you living in India?

I was working for a tech startup.

Okay. Everything here looks good.

Thank you again.

Why didn't you tell me
about any of this?

We're gonna give you guys
some time to rest.

Any other countries?

Those two don't seem
to know much about each other.

Yeah, that's for sure.

Oh, man. What are we doing?

What... where are we going? What?

Come on, man. What's happening?
What... what...

that's my lawyer!

That's my lawyer!

I have a right to talk to my lawyer.

Let me talk to my lawyer!

[GRUNTING]

I think it's time, Daniel.

This man can't get
the help that he needs.

But Bert can.

I agree.

I'm gonna go call the kids.

♪

Sean, listen.

Uh, dr*gs are gone.

I disposed of them properly.

And in any event, the cops won't bother

with such a small amount.

Well, that's beside the point.

I mean, Dustin doesn't
need incarceration.

That wouldn't help him.

Helped me.

Never would have gotten
straight otherwise, right, Dad?

You? Okay.

But everyone is different.

And for some, it would only
make the problem worse.

Dad, why aren't you saying anything?

What do you want me to say?

Zero tolerance is
what you always told me.

Well, maybe I look
at things differently now.

Because of her?

So Dustin gets a pass, and I didn't?

- It's not like that.
- No?

You kicked me out of the house,
told me you never wanted

to see me again unless I cleaned up.

I told you, I'm not proud of that.

People can change, Sean.

Junkies cheat.

They lie.

And the only way they'll change
is if you lock them up.

Okay, I understand that
you feel betrayed by Dustin.

Yeah.

And by you.

Sean.

[PENSIVE MUSIC]

♪

- Hey, Mags?
- Yeah.

Do you know
what's going on with Crockett?

Oh.

Leave it alone. Trust me.

- Doris?
- Hmm?

- Cover for me?
- Sure.

- Thank you so much.
- Mm-hmm.

Did you hear how Bill did it?

[SIGHS]

Paramedics said it was a handgun.

I know how he felt.

I didn't have a g*n.

What?

I, uh...

I lost a child too.

Oh, my. I had no idea.

Yeah.

Harper.

Leukemia.

She died just after her first birthday.

[SOMBER MUSIC]

I'm so sorry.

What saved me was my work.

Work kept me going.

Has all along.

So when I sent Colin home

knowing he was gonna die,

it just put me right back there again.

I felt that same sense of helplessness.

Nothing I could do.

Death was coming, and there was...

nothing I could do.

I guess it made me realize
the way I've been living,

working full-on for years now...

I never really took the time to grieve.

Grieve for my baby girl.

♪

I don't know what to say, Crockett.

I appreciate you, Maggie.

And I appreciate you.

See you tomorrow?

Yeah.

♪

Lots of old folks.

Well, we're not
so young ourselves, Bert.

- Yeah.
- [LAUGHS]

What are we doing here?

This is gonna be your new home, Dad.

Home? [CHUCKLES]

I have a home.

No.

There was a fire, remember?

And then you moved in
with me for a while.

Mr. Goodwin, we're so glad to see you.

Can we show you your room?

I wan... I wanna go home.

They'll take really good
care of you here, Bert,

in ways that we just can't.

They'll cook for you.

They'll clean for you. Everything.

Ms. Goodwin says you like to swim.

We have an indoor pool.

You can... you could use it
all year long.

We also hear you love chili.

That's what we're having for dinner.

Chili...

I think you'll like it here, Bert.

Give it a try, Dad.

I... I... I don't think so.

Don't worry.

He's gonna be fine.

Uh, let us show you your room.

I'm sure you're gonna like the view.

♪

Are you coming?

We'll see you soon.

Michael's picking up David
at the airport,

and then they're on their way.

Your sons are coming.

♪

I know.

I know.

I'll drop by the house later.

Please.

Love you.

I love you.

♪

Thank you for coming.

Thank you for asking.

[SOBBING]

♪

- [ALARM BEEPING]
- Dr. Ripley, we have incoming.

Naomi, with me.

Juliette, talk to me.
You're going to Baghdad.



facial contusion, significant
trauma to the left knee.

Gave him 4 milligrams
of morphine in the ambo.

Emergency contact's on her way.

Said he'd been assaulted
by a masked assailant

- with a baseball bat.
- I was att*cked.

- Dran!
- X-ray.

Mitch, you can't treat him,
not with your history.

- I can do the intake.
- Thank you.

Uh...

yeah, give me an AP on his knee.

Clear.

[TENSE MUSIC]

X-ray.

Yeah, it looks like
the patella is comminuted.

We're gonna take you to CT,

then the orthopedic surgeons
will most likely

take you to surgery.

You'll be okay.

Yeah, I'll never be okay.

Maggie, let CT know we're coming.

You got it. Let's go. Let's go.

Boze. What happened?

[BREATHING HEAVILY] He did this.

What?

'Cause I win the case.

- Did you?
- No.

You did. Didn't you?

- Lili.
- Look, he's not a good person.

Let's take a beat, okay?

You always take his side, not mine.

♪

Dr. Ripley.

You got anything to say?

Why didn't he say anything?

♪