12x01 - Shots Fired

[bunniefuu]

All hands on deck!

[dramatic music]

I love you, Hannah,
and I have for a long time.

Thank you for telling me now.

You tested positive
for prion disease.

I'm not gonna ask you
to run out the clock with me

and take care of me.

I can't pretend
I'm not in love with you.

You had a stroke, and he did
not hesitate to exploit that.

You leaked Dr. Rabari's
personal medical files.

I want your resignation.

Please tell me you did not.

The less I say, the better.

[indistinct chatter]
[sirens wailing]

[soft dramatic music]

♪♪

-Oh!
-Oh, sorry, Ms. Sloan.

I can't help you
if you don't calm down.

My patient is in
pulse less v-tach,

and someone took the crash cart!

-I'll take care of it.
-There's no time to wait.

-[gasps]
-What just happened?

-How'd you bring him back?
-Precordial thump.

Wow. That almost never works.

-Nice work, Dr. Wu.
-Thanks.

I don't know her.
Why does she know me?

-She knows everyone.
-That's Mallory Sloan.

She's the new Ms. Goodwin.

-Right.
-And who is Ms. Goodwin?

The dolphin squishy
just exploded all over her.

I didn't even know
that could happen.

When it's baking in sunlight
next to a window, yes.

-Dr. Archer.
-Ms. Sloan.

What's your name
and date of birth?

-Tierney Jacobs, 7/2/87.
-Treatment 3.

{\an8}It's nice to meet you, Tierney.

{\an8}Can you tell me exactly
what happened?

{\an8}I was sipping my Hydro Flask
after yoga, which was amazing.

{\an8}Then I tripped
and face planted on a table.

{\an8}I guess a plastic straw
would have been safer, but...

{\an8}Gotta save the turtles,
am I right?

{\an8}I should be bleeding green.

{\an8}Dr. Archer, if this
doesn't let up soon,

{\an8}we're gonna have to...

{\an8}Bypass is not an option, Doris.

{\an8}We need more support.

{\an8}Put me in the game, Coach.

{\an8}Put me in the game.

{\an8}Are you really sure you wanna
get your hands dirty?

{\an8}Oh, please.

{\an8}We both know
I could run this place

{\an8}with one hand tied
behind my back.

{\an8}-You know what I'm saying?
-Hmm.

{\an8}What am I to you all of a sudden,

{\an8}some kind of effete
head shrinker?

{\an8}How much time have you got?

{\an8}Excuse me, I have lives to save.

{\an8}Okay.

{\an8}Hey, Dr. Charles,
you got a broken arm in 6.

{\an8}Groovy. On my way.

{\an8}Daniel, these budget cuts
are k*lling me.

{\an8}Do you know if Sharon
has any ideas?

{\an8}I don't know.
Give her a call.

{\an8}What, haven't you spoken to her?

{\an8}Uh, you know, we kind of
keep missing each other

{\an8}since she stepped down for
the investigation, you know?

{\an8}Something going on
with those two?

{\an8}No one knows for sure,
but I got a bad feeling,

{\an8}about a lot of things.

{\an8}[clattering]

{\an8}You're absolutely right, Doris.

{\an8}This has gotta stop.

{\an8}Sloan, the ED is drowning.

{\an8}We need to call in more staff.

{\an8}It's always a pleasure
to see you, Dr. Archer.

{\an8}Well, you cut multiple shifts
just to save pennies.

{\an8}Yes, and nurses are
offered incentive pay

{\an8}to pick up those shifts
as needed.

{\an8}Only when you approve it.

{\an8}You devalue my staff,
and to be perfectly candid,

{\an8}you gamble the lives
of the patients

{\an8}we're supposed to be helping.

{\an8}You know what I've found
in my experience,

{\an8}is everyone resists change.

{\an8}Everyone thinks it's not possible

{\an8}until all of a sudden
they realize that it is.

{\an8}Oh, that's so inspiring.

{\an8}Did you read that on a pillow?

{\an8}That's funny.

{\an8}I really do enjoy your humor,

{\an8}but we're not changing anything.

{\an8}Good to know.

{\an8}I get it.

{\an8}You miss Sharon Goodwin.

Oh, Sharon Goodwin's coming back.

Of course.

Taking this deal
not only provides you

with a sizable payout,
it also means Gaffney

would not seek criminal charges,

thereby avoiding a permanent
and damaging stain

on your otherwise
impeccable record.

It also means you'd be free
to pursue employment

in the same capacity elsewhere,
with nothing

but the highest recommendation
from Gaffney.

As I have said many times
over the last month,

I did not leak Dr. Rabari's
medical records

in violation of HIPAA.

I have evidence
showing otherwise.

And you've been
saying that for months.

So let's see this evidence,
and let's see it right now.

-Show our hand before trial?
-I don't think so.

But I can promise you that
it will leave you in disgrace.

You want me gone, and clearly
you're willing to pay for it.

But what I still
can't figure out is why,

because you have never had
an issue with my work ethic.

So could it be because of my age,

-or because I'm Black?
-Sharon.

You have 36 hours

to cool off and be smart.

Time's up, Sharon.

Can you take the UTI
in Treatment 5?

{\an8}If we can keep a steady pace
over the next hour,

{\an8}we might just have
a shot at catching up.

{\an8}-Do not jinx it.
-Oh, yeah, right.

{\an8}[gasps] June bug alert.

{\an8}-Surprise.
-Mabel.

{\an8}How mad would you be if
I actually ate these cheeks?

{\an8}-Do you wanna?
-Yes!

{\an8}What brings you in,
Dr. Asher?

{\an8}Oh, well,
Dean is pulling a double,

{\an8}so I brought him
fresh coffee and food.

{\an8}So does that mean you and
Dr. Archer are living in sin?

{\an8}Oh, no, no, no. That's rude.

{\an8}Treatment 5 is waiting.
Come on.

{\an8}Thank you.
But seriously, what's the deal?

{\an8}We are co-parenting at my condo.

{\an8}Oh, with benefits?

{\an8}I have no energy
for benefits, Doris.

{\an8}Car just pulled up.


with multiple GSWs.

-I jinxed it.
-Okay. Bye, baby.

-Oh, nugget.
-Say bye-bye.

Hey, Mabel's okay?

Yeah, Mabel's great.

We're great.

-[siren wailing]
-Talk to me, Dr. Wu.

Shots fired inside church
during patient's wedding.

-Okay, I got you.
-Trauma 3.

This is horrible.

Two GSWs through and through
on the right shoulder.

Wound in the abdomen.
I didn't see another hole.

-Please don't let me die.
-You're at the hospital.

We're gonna take
good care of you.

All right, let's go.
Come on, let's go.

Your wife have
any medical history?

Take any meds?

-Got any allergies?
-No clue.

I'm just the best man.

How many other sh**ting
victims are there?

Maybe two dozen?

Some guy rushed in
with a semiautomatic,

sprayed b*ll*ts everywhere.

I don't know how
I didn't get hit.

I drove Tamar here.

I was scared she was gonna
die waiting for an ambulance.

You did good.

Did good. Dr. Wu?

-I got this.
-All right. Come with me.

Come on. Brian?

Come on, go with Brian.

Down there.

Doris, we've got a...

-Mass sh**ting, I know.
-Brick's blowing up.

At least a dozen guests
are en route by ambulance.

Who knows who's gonna show up
on their own?

Okay. Let's go.

[tense music]

♪♪

I can still hear the scream.

Court, Trauma 2.

-Is that Tamar?
-Sutton Pollard, 32 years old.

GSW to the left chest.

Needle decompress for
decreased breath sounds.

-BP 95/60.
-Heart rate 120.

I gave her a liter of crystalloid

for hypotension en route.

-Pulse ox is 86.
-Skin's clammy and pale.

She's already lost
a liter or two of blood.

Dr. Archer, Dr. Charles
is running triage.

Dr. Tanaka-Reed
is moments away,

and I left a voicemail
with Dr. Johnson.

Get every available body
you can find.

Yeah.

That's a beautiful dress.

-It's gorgeous.
-I just pushed fentanyl.

-Want me to call for MTP?
-Yes.

Breath sounds bilateral.

Lung sliding present bilateral.

No pericardial effusion.

I don't see any free fluid
in the upper abdomen.

Well, then where the hell
did the b*llet go?

There it is.

It's in the uterus.

Oh.

She's eating for two.

-Get Hannah here now.
-Yeah.

-Evie, Trauma 1.
-How about a doctor?

-Doctor in the house.
-Talk to me.

Alyssa Garcia's 22.

She tripped while trying
to escape the g*nman

and got trampled
by everyone behind her.

BP 129/77.

Decreased breath sounds
on the left.

Pulse ox 86.

I feel like I can't
catch my breath.

I gave her 50 mics
of fentanyl on the rig.

Please, please
make the pain stop.

It barely made a dent.

I promise we'll manage
your pain, Alyssa.

Uh, Kacy, push one of Dilaudid
and get an X-ray tech in here.

Roger that.

Dr. Tanaka-Reed,
your backpack.

I got the first MTP pack.

She, unfortunately,
never got that far.

[sustained tone]

She bled out once
we released the hemothorax.

Time of death 13:17.

The b*llet lodged
in the uterine lining

and missed the fetus
by a centimeter.

Baby's moving.

She's about 23 weeks.

I told Dr. Archer
it was 23 weeks,

but he swore it was 24 weeks.

-Oh, well, we're right.
-He's wrong.

Oh.

Okay, so the plan should be
C-section to deliver the baby

{\an8}and remove the b*llet
at the same time, right?

{\an8}We don't wanna tempt
the Grim Reaper

{\an8}with a nasty infection?

{\an8}Delivering early is a big risk,

{\an8}so we wanna order
a CT of the abdomen

{\an8}to ensure that the b*llet
didn't hit anything

{\an8}other than the uterus.

Then we can make
an informed decision.

You are pretty badass,
Dr. Asher.

Well, thank you.

I think we're good here,
Dr. Wu.

I'm sure Doris
needs you somewhere.

Uh-huh. Get lost.

I'm going, I'm going.

-Who was that?
-I like her.

Oh, Annie Wu.

Fourth-year.

Smart, c*ck,
total pain in the a*s.

Yeah, I'm familiar with the type.

Ha. Thanks for your help.

So who's doing the surgery?

Well, I'm waiting
for Dr. Lovell to call,

but as you can see,
I'm a tad bit slammed.

Well, I could do it.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Let's get Tamar up to scan.

Dr. Frost.

Dakota Cross, 8,
struck her head on a church pew

as her mom shoved her under to
protect her from the sh**ter.

Okay, Treatment 4.

Mommy told me to close
my eyes and keep them closed.

Likely concussion, stable vitals.

BP, 110/65.

Heart rate 75. Pulse ox is 99.

Dakota, we're gonna
move you over to the bed, okay?

-One, two, three.
-Okay.

Hey, Dakota, I'm Dr. Frost.

Are you feeling dizzy at all?
Like you need to throw up?

-A little.
-Can you help me find my mommy?

I don't know where she is.

What's her name?

Edith Janice Cross.

-Okay, we'll find her for you.
-Are you her father?

No, I'm the wedding
guitar player.

I found Dakota
curled up under a pew.

-Bruno saved me.
-Okay.

I'm going to remove your bandage

to take a look at your cut.
You good with that?

All right.

Okay.

Looks worse than it is.

Head wounds bleed a lot,
but it's clotting on its own,

so that's good.

Why is it still so dark?

Can you not see me right now?

I can't see anything.

-What's going on?
-It's okay.

We'll take a look real quick.

All right, both pupils
equal and reactive.

Let's get a CT head.

And can you page Dr. Abrams
for a Neurosurg consult?

-Yeah. Right away.
-Why can't I see?

Dakota, we're right here
with you, okay?

And we're gonna figure this out.

But right now, what I want you
to do for me is just imagine

your mom's face in your mind.

-Can you do that?
-Okay.

Okay. Breathe.

Bruno, I'd like Dr. Ripley to
take a look at your neck wound.

-Yeah.
-Okay.

You promise to come back, Bruno?

Hey, yeah.

I pinky swear.

[soft dramatic music]

♪♪

We'll be right back, Dakota.

I wish you could be just
a little more helpful.

I'm literally trying to help you.

What seems to be the problem?

Mrs. Sutherland
is frustrated.

The news says that nine
of the sh**ting victims

have been pronounced dead,
yet no one can seem

to tell me the hell
where my son is.

I completely understand your
frustration, Mrs. Sutherland.

I'm Dr. Charles.
What is your son's name?

Dexter.

Dexter Sutherland,
and he is the groom.

You know, I haven't seen
that name yet.

Could have been taken to
another hospital though.

-Or he could be dead.
-Let's not go there yet.

All right? Why don't you
let me see what I can find out.

And then as soon
as I know anything,

I'll get back to you, okay?
I promise.

That would be great.

-Where am I?
-What's happening?

Hey, hey, hey,
you are safe, Tamar.

I am Dr. Asher.
You are at Gaffney Chicago Med.

-Lean back.
-I... I don't understand.

You were shot at the wedding.

-Do you not remember that?
-Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. No.

No, I... I'm pregnant.

I already know about your baby.

You have to check and make
sure my baby's okay.

-Did the b*llet...
-No, it completely missed her.

And she's looking great on
the ultrasound right now.

What do you mean by "right now"?

Your CT did show some
free fluid in your abdomen,

which means we'll need
to perform a laparotomy

to make sure that the b*llet
didn't hit a loop of intestine

before lodging in your uterus.

-So I need surgery?
-You do.

Is my baby gonna be all right?

I am very hopeful
that she will be.

-Wait, what about Dexter?
-Who?

-My fiancé, Dexter Sutherland.
-Is he okay?

I have not heard that name,
but some patients

were delivered to East Mercy,

so I will keep
an eye out for him.

-Oh, my God, what if...
-what if he's...

Hey, hey, listen to me, Tamar.

There's a lot of confusion
right now,

so let's not draw
any conclusions yet, okay?

-Why did he do this to me?
-Why did who do this?

Henry.

I... I always knew
he'd had a temper.

I... I didn't think he was
capable of anything like this.

Wait, are you telling me that
you know who the sh**ter is?

Well, don't the police
already know?

Not yet.

Who's Henry?

He's my ex-boyfriend.

[suspenseful music]

His name is Henry Cyrus Murphy.

We met in college,
dated for six years.

He was my first love.

But over time, he became
increasingly possessive.

Eventually,
I had to break it off.

How did he take that?

He couldn't accept it.

Tried to worm his way
back into my life

until I told him I was engaged.

I thought he'd finally moved on.

I was wrong.

And now people have paid
for it with their lives.

No, no, no.

Tamar, you can't put
that on yourself.

That's...

Why don't we take a break?

Have you heard from Dexter?

No.

His phone is turned off.

And I'm still waiting to
hear if he's at East Mercy,

but we should know soon.

While I was waiting for
the wedding to start, I...

I heard a commotion,
so I ran out,

and Henry started
firing at people.

[sighs]
I didn't see Dexter anywhere.

Oh, my God.

-Okay, why don't...
-why don't you step out

so Tamar and I can discuss her
treatment options privately?

Is that what you want, Tamar?

You can stay, but...

[sighs]
You should know I'm pregnant.

Oh.

[soft music]

How far along?



I can't believe Dexter
didn't tell me.

Well, he didn't know either.

But I wanna tell him myself.

Okay?

Tamar, before we begin surgery,

you need to make a decision
about whether to deliver

your baby and remove the b*llet
while I'm in there.

Do you think I should?

It's the safest course of action

to help prevent you
from getting infected

-from the b*llet.
-I'm sorry.

Isn't delivering 17 weeks early
a high risk for the baby?

Respiratory distress syndrome
would be a major concern

amongst others,
but while it is true

that the baby's lungs
aren't yet fully developed,

steroids would help
lower the pulmonary risk

of prematurity,
which would actually

increase the odds of survival.

Tamar, what would you like to do?

I want my baby safe.

Let's deliver.

Look, Tamar, I know this...

I know this is a tough decision,

and I know you're scared,
but you have to think

like a mother right now.

That means doing
whatever you have to do

to protect your child.

Sometimes that means sacrifice.

I am thinking of my child...

my child.

Did you find my mommy?

Not yet, but I am on top of it.

I promise.

I'm here with Dr. Abrams
from Neurosurgery.

Dakota, I'd like to do
a quick eye exam,

if that's okay with you.

I guess, yeah.

I'm holding a striped drum
in front of your eyes,

and it's gonna tell me
how much light is getting in.

You're gonna hear it spin.

You just keep still
and look straight ahead.

-You ready?
-Ready.

[drum rattling]

Dakota's eyes are
working normally.

She is functionally blind,

but that's purely
a traumatic reaction.

I'll ask Dr. Charles
to talk to her.

No, no, no.

Let's not put her through the
talk t*rture machine just yet.

First, I'd like to try

transcranial
magnetic stimulation.

It might provide
the physical nudge

her brain needs to promote
normal functioning.

And restore her vision.

You were very lucky today.

Another centimeter,
and lights out, huh?

It can do a number on you.

I would like you to speak
with our social worker.

Trust me,
I am way past playing out

what-if scenarios in my head.

That's a very positive attitude.

Well, I should be dead
ten times over.

I wasted decades... petty crime,
grand theft auto, robbery,

you name it.

I've been there.

Really?

Just didn't see that coming.

Look at you now.

It took me a lot longer
to quit that life,

you know, find some peace.

Peace is the hard part for me.

Can't shake the past?

No, it's just I see
a lot of loss here.

That's the part that's
getting harder to shake.

[elevator dings]

-Hi, there.
-Daniel.

You know, I really think
that we should talk.

I really do.

I told you,
I need space right now.

I'm worried about you.

Look, you can't fix this.

[elevator dings]

So just leave it alone.

Have you found Dexter?

Not yet, unfortunately.

Just so terrified he's gone.

-No, no, no, no.
-Hey, we don't know that yet.

[sighs] Yeah.

Yeah, that's right.

I know he's fine.

And... and he'd want this.

-Keep us safe.
-He does. He does.

-Okay?
-Mm-hmm.

-You ready?
-Mm-hmm.

-Yeah.
-All right.

[knocking]

Hi.

Any chance of discharging
some of our patients

with minor injuries?

No, I'm not comfortable
with that.

In a mass sh**ting scenario,

it's best to keep patients
close for several hours

in the event that
any missed injuries

-become life threatening, so...
-Okay.

I'm just asking a question.

Or it sounds like
Miranda's asking the questions.

-Okay.
-[chuckles]

I see how it is easy for you
to cast me as the enemy

in your internal drama,
but trust me,

I care about our patients
as much as you do.

Okay.

I just don't have the luxury
of ignoring the bottom line.

And honestly, neither do you,

because a closed hospital
helps no one.

-Hmm.
-That sounds like fearmongering.

-Really?
-Yeah.

Jackson Monroe
closed two years ago.

Do you want Gaffney to be next?

Wow.

You and Ms. Sloan are
already besties, I can see.

She's an amateur.

What can I say? I miss Sharon.

Tell me about it.

Daniel, what's going on?

What the hell happened
to you two?

I wish I knew.

-What are you talking about?
-You guys are actually besties.

Are you telling me
that something...

Can you help me find my fiancée?

Mr. Sutherland.

Dexter, Dexter, oh, my God.

Oh, my God.
Oh, I thought I'd lost you.

Where's Tamar?

She's in surgery, being treated

for a g*nsh*t wound
to the abdomen.

-Oh, my God.
-Is she gonna be okay?

We're cautiously optimistic,

but Dr. Asher can give you the
latest when you go up there.

Honey, I'll take you
upstairs, okay?

I'm okay with that
as long as you bring him

right back down here

so I can give him
a quick once over.

Come on.

[soft tense music]

Did you notice
that Dexter didn't even

-have a scratch on him?
-I sure did.

Which has got me wondering,

I mean,
if he hasn't been injured,

where the hell has he been
for the last three hours?

♪♪

So, are you ready, Dakota?

You worried about your mom?

I'm scared
I'll never see her again.

Look, I know you are,

but you know what I've learned
since becoming a doctor?

What?

Well, it's that
you have to stay positive

until you're given
a reason not to be.

Focus on hope, Dakota.

So now you're gonna feel
like a tiny woodpecker

is lightly tapping on your head.

And that's only so
it can send magnetic pulses

to your brain to encourage
your eyes to work.

The machine is a little noisy.

You got this.

[computer beeps]

[machine humming]

It's okay.

[whirring]

-Please make it stop!
-I want my mommy!

-Where is she?
-Dakota. Dakota.

If you wanna stop
the test, I totally get it,

but I also think
it might help you.

It made me hear the pops
and screams again.

I know. I know.

But you're safe now, okay?

We should stop the test.

No.

[sighs]
Let's try again.

[computer beeps]

[machine humming]

So, Dexter, thankfully,
you are physically uninjured.

Look, I'm gonna be
straight with you.

Nobody knows where you were
for the last three hours.

Right? Your loved ones
have been freaking out.

So do you mind me asking you
where you've been,

what you were doing?

I wasn't there.

I don't understand.

[sighs] What I'm saying is...

I never actually drove
to the church.

Oh, okay.

I just...

[pensive music]

Cold feet?

Yeah.

[sighs]

I turned my phone off,
drove around.

I didn't know about the sh**ting

until I turned my phone
back on later.

Any idea why you did that?

My father built a very
successful plastics company.

When he died,
Mom sold it for a fortune.

Tamar doesn't come from money,

so my mom became convinced

that she was looking
for a soft landing.

Needless to say,
you didn't agree.

Of course. Absolutely.

At least I thought I didn't.

But the moment that I realized
Tamar might be dead...

[sighs]

I knew without a doubt
how much I loved her

and how stupid I'd been.

Yeah, well, you know,
crises also have a way

of kind of stripping away
all the noise

and letting us know how
we really feel about something,

you know, or someone.

Will she ever forgive me?

I mean, I wouldn't.

What can I do?

I mean, Dexter,
there's really only

one thing you can do, right?
You gotta talk to her.

Tell her you love her,
and, uh, tell her the truth.

Bruno.

Hey, I got your
discharge paperwork,

some dressings for your neck,
and I called the prescriptions

-into your pharmacy.
-Oh, thanks for that.

Oh, and I just gave
my statement to Detective Cho.

Then you are good to go.

Nah, I think I'm gonna
stick around for Dakota.

Dr. Frost says you're
Dakota's guardian angel.

-[chuckles]
-She's mine, truth be told.

Dakota is a sweet kid.

I just hope she forgets
all about today.

She'll remember you.

That I'm sure of.

-Thanks again, Doc.
-Yeah.

[engine revving]

[glass shattering]
[tires screeching]

[screaming]

Bruno!

[tense music]

♪♪

[groaning]

I wanna k*ll her.

-Ah! Ah!
-What did you do?

-[panting]
-Tamar stopped loving me.

Tamar?

So I shot everyone.

What the hell did you do?

[gasping, choking]

[tense music]

♪♪

-I can't hear breath sounds.
-Yeah.

Broken ribs may have
caused a pneumo.

Clavicle's broken too.

Gurney, now!

[gasping]

-All right, needle's in.
-Okay, pulse ox at 91.

All right,
needle is only temporary.

He needs a chest tube.

Can we get him some sedation
to take the edge off?

Excellent plan.

Let's push 35 milligrams
of ketamine.

Yeah, I'll grab it.

-Just let me die.
-Don't tempt me.

Sorry... ish.

[gasping] Can't breathe.

-Having trouble getting a BP.
-Heart rate 140.

-Pulse ox down to 84.
-[alarms beeping]

Mr. Murphy, did you take
any ill*gal substances today?

Was it meth or cocaine, Henry?

No, nothing.

-He's lying.
-Ketamine.

-It's coming, Dr. Ripley.
-Come on.

Come on! Wait for the ketamine.

Come on. Wait.

[groaning]

Hang on!

[screaming]

-I'm already in the chest.
-[screaming]

[panting]

Tube's in.

[monitors beeping rapidly]

Breath sounds bilateral.

What the hell was that?

Pulse ox up to 95,
hemodynamics improving.

He's alive, isn't he?

♪♪

Hey, hey. Mitch, hey.

Did I hear right?

The wedding sh**ter crashed
his car into the waiting room?

He came to finish
what he started.

What, is he dead?

No, he, um, k*lled Bruno instead.

-I'm sorry.
-What?

-[sighs]
-It was... it was quick.

I don't think... I don't think
he knew what was coming.

[sighs]

How am I gonna tell Dakota?

John, it gets worse.

East Mercy located
Dakota's mom, Edith.

Yeah, she was trampled.
She was...

-[exhales sharply]
-She didn't make it either.

Come on, man.

[solemn music]

It's too cruel of a day
for one eight-year-old girl.

Oh, it's too cruel
of a day for anyone.

It's terrifying how
many disturbed individuals

there are in this world.

Disturbed individuals?

Like Tamar?

She's pregnant, Dexter.

What?

She's got you on the hook now.

I tried to warn you,

but the baby is gonna be fine.

We are gonna raise it right.

I need you to leave, Mom.

I am not trying to be mean.

People take, and they
often use the word "love"

when they do.
I know, believe me.

It has happened to me.

I have done everything I can
to protect you from that.

And now we have to
protect the baby.

[breathing heavily]

Dr. Wu.

-Annie.
-Hey.

Sorry, what's up?

Did you deliberately make
our patient suffer back there?

Um, no.

No, if I remember correctly,
I was saving his life.

You didn't wait for the ketamine.

-Well, there wasn't time.
-His sats were in the toilet.

I only needed five more seconds.

And his vitals were
through the roof.

I mean, he could have stroked
with a BP that high.

I made a call,
and you ignored it.

That is unacceptable.

Do you understand me?

I would never do
what you're accusing me of.

Do no harm, remember?

I don't believe you.

What is your deal?

You've been on a rampage all day.

You... you are out of line.

You know what I think?

I think you saw
what you wanted to see.

I think you enjoyed seeing
that POS in pain.

[tense music]

So own it.

Don't take it out on me.

I am your attending.

Don't ever talk to me
that way again.

♪♪

Hey, I've got great news, Tamar.

The baby is doing okay.

Everything went well.

Now, it did get a little dicey,

but I was able to pivot,
remove the b*llet,

and keep your baby in the womb.

So now I can carry to term?

If the next few days go okay,

then we should be
in a good place.

Thank you, Dr. Asher.

You did great
through all of this.

-Tamar.
-Oh, my God.

Dexter?

Where have you been?

-Are you really here?
-I'm really here.

Oh, Dex, so many
of our friends were hurt,

and some are...

I know, Tamar. I know.

But Henry is in custody,

and our baby is okay.

She told you about the baby?

Birdie ruins everything.

Tamar, there's something
I have to tell you.

[sighs]

I wasn't at the church today.

I don't understand.

I wasn't sure about us.

You weren't sure
about marrying me?

[sighs]
Oh.

You let her get in your head.

Maybe you're more like her
than you want to admit.

I hope that's not true.

[solemn music]

I'm sorry. I messed up.

You did mess up.

[sighs]

Can you ever forgive me?

♪♪

Dr. Asher,
aren't visitors family only?

That's correct.

You heard her.

Family only.

♪♪

Dakota.

Hey, it's Dr. Frost.

Listen, there's something
I need to talk to you about.

What's wrong?

Is it about my mom?

Dr. Frost, hang on.

I got Dakota's mom on FaceTime.

Mommy?

-What do you mean?
-Mix-up.

There was another patient
with the last name Cross

at East Mercy.

I'm here, Dakota.

And I am just so incredibly
relieved to see you.

I was so scared
I lost you, Mommy.

Same here, sweetheart.

I am so sorry we got separated.

-It's okay.
-My friend Bruno carried me out.

We rode in the ambulance
together.

Dr. Ripley told me
about Bruno.

Dr. Frost,
can you find Bruno

so he can meet my mommy now?

Dakota...

Sweetie, Dr. Ripley says
Bruno has already gone home.

But I didn't get to say goodbye.

Dr. Frost...

will you please call Bruno

and tell him thank you
for saving my little goose?

We owe him the world.

Uh, yeah. Of course I will.

So when can I see you, Mommy?

Soon.

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, excuse me.

-Hey.
-Hey.

How's our girl?

I think she's doing good.

The L&D nurses took turns
watching her,

which was very,
very sweet of them.

Yeah.

Well, you picked a hell
of a day to plan a visit.

Yeah.

Today was a whirlwind.

[baby babbling]

It made me realize just
how much I miss my job.

Three more weeks,
and then you're back here.

No, I...

I think I'm back-back.

Well, I'm glad for that.

Hey.

Hey, will everybody
gather around, please?

I wanna say a few words.

Listen, everybody did
outstanding work today.



but there would have been a
lot more if not for the people

standing here in this room.

So I wanna say that
I'm proud to work by your side.

Shall we say a prayer?

Actually, I'd like
to take a moment of silence

to remember and reflect
on those patients

who didn't make it.

We... we owe them that.

[baby babbling]

Okay, thanks. Thank you.

[somber music]

♪♪

I can't stop playing it
over in my head.

Bruno was alive,
and then he was gone.

And you're wondering why
it was him and not you.

I'm wondering why a guy survives

a mass sh**ting only to be
run over by the sh**ter

a few hours later.

There is no why.

It just was.

And even though he'd
been grazed by a b*llet,

he still made sure he got
an injured eight-year-old girl

-to the hospital safely.
-Mitch.

What?

It's okay to be happy
that you're still alive.

I'm happy we're both
still alive, Caitlin.

And I hope we will be
for a long time,

but even if we're not,

we still have right now.

Yeah, we have right now.

But, you know, if you had died,

then I would be single in Zurich

during my three-month
sabbatical to visit family.

You mean your prion drug trial?

Details.

I mean, either way,
I'd still be coping with grief.

Yeah, no doubt drowning in
meaningless sex with strangers.

Only because I miss you so much.

Nope, not funny.

I mean,
it's a little funny, right?

♪♪

I think if today
taught me anything, it's...

it's that I could die
long before you.

I mean, we keep assuming
the opposite,

but life is...

it's so much more
fragile than that, isn't it?

You really need to stop
co-opting my existential angst

'cause that's my thing,

and I want you to get
your own thing, Mitch.

You know, if we were
the kind of couple

that said "I love you" a lot...

I'd probably say it now.

Good thing we're not
that kind of couple.

It's gross.

[knocking]

Doris.

Is everything okay?

Um, please don't take
Miranda's deal.

How did you know?

It was me, Ms. Goodwin.

It was you what?

I leaked Dr. Rabari's
medical file.

[tense music]

♪♪

[dramatic music]

♪♪

[wolf howls]