My destination is this way, as well.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Is it the Thai grocer
or the comic-book store?
Well, yeah, it's the comics.
- Right.
- That... that's hot, yeah?
You know, I should have said Thai grocer.
Then you would have thought
I was an excellent Thai chef.
Yeah, but then we would have
gotten caught in a situation
where we had to prove it.
And I have you over for dinner one night,
and then there's empty
Thai containers in the garbage
and we're done before we've
even had a chance kind of thing?
I'm sorry, uh, Charlie has Luke.
Actually, it's my security system.
Just a second.
Hello?
You're kidding.
Okay, I'll be right there.
The alarm in my apartment's going off,
so I just need to...
- I-I'll come with you. Yeah.
- Okay.
- Forget to close it?
- I'm a surgeon.
I don't forget to close things.
There used to be
a really gaudy statue there.
It's gone.
Hello?
Oh, thank God.
That thing could wake the dead.
Mom.
Oh, I have been meaning
to come and help pitch in
ever since you told me
that you and Charlie split.
A-And I'm gonna need the alarm code.
Wait, what are you doing?
Well, I-I thought
that everything that belongs to Charlie
could just go in those boxes.
Why?
Because the place is a man cave.
We need to get it looking like Alex again.
- Mm-hmm.
- Where's Luke?
Uh, he is with Charlie.
Oh, and, uh, Mom, this is Emmanuel.
Emmanuel, this is my mom, Martha.
Lovely to meet you, Martha.
Well, look at you...
already back up on that horse.
- The apple doesn't fall far.
- Mother.
I should go.
Oh, no, no. This can work out.
Look, I'll just go and crash in the bedroom
while you two heat up,
and then when you're ready,
I'll just come out here
and scooch onto the couch.
Oh, my God, Mom.
Stop. Please, please, I beg you.
Okay, I am so sorry.
Um... tomorrow.
I'll see you tomorrow morning.
- Okay?
- Yeah.
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
Are you cooking?
I wish Luke was here.
He needs to taste my special pancakes.
You may blossom
in grandmotherhood after all.
Oh, come on.
I made pancakes for you kids.
Only if you were still up,
and then I had to listen
to drunk life advice
from all of your unemployed poet friends.
Did you know that most of those
guys are almost all dead now?
Well, you come in like a hurricane.
Yes, well... but it'll be worth it.
When I turn this place into
the palace that I never gave you
when you were a little girl.
Okay, listen,
I know what you're trying to do,
but we haven't really
seen each other in years.
But we said
that's gonna change, right?
I've never been the palace type.
No, you're not.
You're my brilliant surgeon daughter.
You got that way without any help from me.
So let me take some of the pressure off.
Now.
Let me look after my grandson.
Just while you're going through
this breakup thing.
Luke's in day care at the hospital.
Not today, he isn't.
Today, he's got adventures with Grandma.
Are you sure you're okay, Mom?
I'm clean and serene.
Just celebrated two years.
You still going to meetings?
Like a girl scout.
I don't know.
Alex, honey. I got this.
Eat a pancake.
Cassie, you busy girl.
Your name's been on half my surgeries.
I worked my ass off to earn
every one of those cases.
I'm sure you have.
Oh.
I mean, thank you, Dr. Harris.
I hope things are going well with you.
Mm.
Hey.
Maybe not.
- Hi.
- Hey.
Cassie, we've got a consult in the ER.
You want to meet me there?
Yeah. Got it.
Actually, I don't think
I need another coffee.
Okay. I'll see you on rounds.
Hi.
Um...
my mom's in town.
She's gonna take Luke for a few hours today.
- He's in day care.
- I signed him out.
You sure that's a good idea?
I'm trying to let her back in.
Hi. How are you?
Swimming in surgeries.
Don't get me wrong, I love it.
You didn't have anything to do
with these, did you?
Are you working with Dr. Harris today?
I am. Why?
Well, I need to appoint an Interim Chief.
Dr. Harris ran a tight ship
before his accident.
Have you heard why he didn't
reclaim his position
after he recovered?
No.
And I can't report on people for you.
Do you want to be liked,
or do you want to be respected?
Hmm, I'll take both, please.
You know, Cassie,
you're on the fast track
to being named Chief Resident.
Oh. That's good.
And some jobs
require making hard choices
and saying things
that people don't want to hear.
You mean like your decision
to shut down the ER
and remove Dr. Bell from Chief of Surgery?
A hospital isn't a place for someone
who can't separate the personal
from the professional.
So. Dr. Harris.
Is he my new Chief?
He's definitely unorthodox.
Like, um... Jackson Pollock.
A-A surgeon who's like Jackson Pollock?
Say more things.
Uh, unconventional but brilliant.
Without all the splatter.
I got to go.
Morning.
Sleeping with the enemy?
You were the one who wanted to
keep things casual between us.
You think I'm jealous?
Your new boyfriend
is shutting down the ER today.
He's not my boyfriend, and he's making
an unemotional decision
that benefits the hospital.
This was the best Level 1
trauma center in the city.
That's why I came here.
That's why you came here.
After today, we're only
doing electives, so congrats.
All your cozying up
will make you
Chief Resident of Tummy Tucks.
I'm not jealous, Cassie.
I'm pissed off.
And you're feeling better,
which is a good indication
the drug is working.
I walked all the way to the hospital today.
That's a very good sign.
Kelly Clarkson blaring in my iPod.
Which is a less good sign...
of your questionable taste in music.
I never thought walking would be
the marker for a good day.
- Baby steps to a full recovery.
- You think so?
Let's just say I'm optimistic
that we're gonna see great results today.
From your lips to God's ears.
Although, if I get those good results,
I don't know
who I'm gonna share 'em with.
What do you mean?
Well...
my parents pretty much
abandoned me when I came out.
Violet's gone.
You know, some of the women in the study...
they've got really little kids.
Sometimes I get this feeling
that it's like...
more important that they live
because it actually matters
to someone else if they do.
Mnh-mnh.
All that matters is that you all live.
And you matter to me.
Wow.
They are really taking apart your ER.
I'm tentatively positive.
I can't afford not to be.
Still paying spousal support, huh?
Two mortgages. Tutors. Rep Hockey.
- Then long live Urgent Care.
- Uh-huh.
Where's Dawn? I haven't seen her today.
Oh.
After she was unceremoniously
relieved of Chief of Surgery,
she decided that she needed a spa day,
but when she called...
I heard slot machines.
Ooh.
So. Here's the deal today, guys.
We will be rerouting ambulances
to Mississauga Memorial
and we will be a walk-in until
we close the doors tonight.
Awesome.
So, here you go.
Bed number 4.
Guy broke his "punny bone."
Seriously, he's nonstop hilarity.
I can't wait.
Knock, knock.
Who's there?
- Orange.
- Orange who?
Orange you glad you didn't see...
banana?
I don't want to jinx the study,
but I haven't felt this good
since those creepy little cancer zombies
took over my lymph nodes.
And you've had an increase in appetite?
I had a whole glass of champagne
- at my mom's birthday party last night.
- Mmm.
My, that is a good sign.
I worry about who got a placebo.
Like, what if it's me?
But there is no placebo.
It's a Phase 1/2 trial.
Just cheer up, grumpy pants.
She's right.
We want to figure out
if the drug works, okay?
So you all got the good stuff.
Uh, anybody else increase in appetite?
Well... I was waiting until you left
to break these babies out!
Oh!
Those are terrible for you.
Yeah, I'd be thrilled to live long enough
for cheddar puffs to k*ll me.
Well, I'm sharing.
Well, then I will share four
seasons of "The Bachelorette."
- Yeah!
- Yes!
Ooh, okay. I better get going.
Otherwise, I'm gonna get
sucked in and miss my surgery.
- Hey, Dr. Lin.
- Yeah?
I just wanted to say...
you guys are the best.
When you're diagnosed
with the big effin' "C,"
you have this team behind you
who's all,
"We're gonna b*at this."
You're the only one left still swinging.
True dat, Doc.
You are a bit of superhero.
Hello, ladies.
Oh. The other half of the dynamic duo.
If you'll just excuse us for a moment.
Dr. Lin, I need to talk to you.
Okay.
Not too many cheddar puffs, girls.
- Get them.
- Okay.
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme.
Stop!
The suspense is k*lling me.
Okay.
Right.
Here we go.
All right.
Uh...
Spots on Laura's lungs are getting smaller.
Maria's are shrinking.
- Okay.
- This is hopeful.
Shrinking, shrinking.
Bree.
Bree's spots are growing.
Early days, though, right?
Yeah.
This is your first scan.
If you look at the diameter of
the same spots in your new scan,
most of them are the same.
However, some of them have grown,
like this one here.
But most are stable, and stable is good.
But there has been some growth.
So I'm not responding to the study drug?
- Not yet. But...
- Are any of the other girls?
I'm sorry, Bree.
We can't divulge that information.
It's okay. It's fine.
I can tell they are.
I'm really sorry for this pity party.
I'm really excited for everybody else.
No, you have every right.
You've been on a crazy ride
between the car accident
and the clot and...
Chemo to Violet leaving. Yeah, it's...
It's pretty much all sucked.
Well, I'm not giving up.
I'm confident
that we are gonna get results,
and when we do, Kelly Clarkson
tickets are on me.
You are my kickass guardian angel.
- Oh, my God.
- Bree!
Bree.
Okay, Bree, honey. What's wrong?
Can you tell us where it hurts?
Okay.
What are we dealing with here, exactly?
He took his clothes off in the lock-up.
It freaked out a couple of drunk morons,
and they roughed him up.
Yeah, you put your tooth through your lip.
Gonna need a couple stitches.
How's your head, sir?
Head's right as rain.
What's your name?
They call me The Nude Dude.
He calls himself The Nude Dude.
- No ID?
- No pockets.
He's exercising his right to be naked.
- Which he doesn't have.
- Which is fascist.
Hangs out with us a lot as a result.
We dressed him to get him over here.
Cuffed him.
Somehow he got the damn jumpsuit
off in the back of the squad.
Okay. Can we take the cuffs off?
I don't think he's very dangerous.
Sir, I'm gonna ask you
to put on a gown for me.
Nah, I'm good, thanks.
I'm gonna ask you
to put a gown on me for me, sir.
There are a lot of elderly
around here with weak hearts.
It's sad that we live in a world
where nudity is shocking.
But I appreciate you getting my cuffs off.
You have compassion,
the most important quality
in a revolutionary.
Thanks.
For you, I'll don the gown.
- Hyuh!
- Great.
Hey. Dr. Hamza.
Yes. You paged me.
We have a toddler with a nasty
bruise on his head, Bed 1.
Thought I'd take the extra
precaution just to be sure.
- Luke?
- Oh, no.
You know him?
Know him? I'm his godfather.
Oh. I'm his grandmother.
- You're Alex's...
- Please.
You can't tell her that I'm here.
How do you like working days?
I'm still trying to flip my schedule.
I got pretty used to working nights.
Some of my favorite animals are nocturnal.
Like rats?
- Owls.
- Owls.
Yeah. Big eyes, quiet wisdom.
That's my type.
You got to stop trying
to distract me, Dr. Reid.
- I'm on my rounds.
- Okay.
I would let you distract me
at a more appropriate time.
Oh, you would, would you?
I would. Yeah.
I'd whip up some Pad Thai.
You know, in the after owls.
In the after hours.
I'll think about it.
Uh, Peter Stone?
Hey, Doc.
Uh, what do you call a mean pickle?
Uh, I don't know. A sour dill.
No. A prickle!
Amazing.
A sour dill was good, too.
But I-I wouldn't quit your day job.
At least not until you've, uh,
you've fix this wing.
Yeah, what exactly happened?
I was mixing a margarita.
The good news is, I didn't spill a drop.
He's been given morphine.
Well, it looks like
you've shattered your humerus.
I'm gonna, uh, need imaging to confirm,
but you're probably gonna need surgery.
Well, then, we'll both have
each other in stitches.
Bree has a significant
small bowel obstruction.
That's common
with metastatic breast cancer.
What time
was her last blood thinner?
10 hours ago,
so she's due for another one soon.
Good.
Let's hold off on her next dose.
We'll do the surgery,
fix the bowel before it tears.
Oh, I don't think surgery's
our best option here.
Why do you say that?
Well, she's a very sick,
immunocompromised Stage 4 cancer patient
with a high risk
for a blood clot reoccurrence.
I just don't think she can handle surgery.
Is this because you think
surgery makes her ineligible
to stay in the breast-cancer study?
Surgery is just one option to
deal with a bowel obstruction.
You want to suck out
the contents with an NG tube.
Yep. It's a partial obstruction.
NG tubes are slow,
and if the bowel perforates,
then everything's gonna spill into her body
and we'll be dealing
with sepsis on top of that.
Maggie. She's your patient.
I respect your opinion on this...
Great. If that's true, then let's...
We need to bring in the Chief of Surgery.
Mr. Leffering.
We're at a bit of a stalemate here.
Have you appointed a new Chief of Surgery?
Uh, yes.
I have.
Who is it?
Dr. Harris.
Dr. Harris.
I'll be out in a minute.
Let's multitask, Charlie.
I'm naming you the new Interim Chief.
Say what?
Effective immediately.
Yeah, thanks, but no thanks.
I'm, uh... Been down that road before.
Well, according to my data,
you were the best Chief
this hospital's ever had.
Look, Dr. Reid's cancer trial
has a pressing issue,
and I'm not qualified
to make a decision on it.
Yeah, well, neither am I. I'm a bone guy.
You're the former Chief of Surgery
with a track record
of making sound decisions
for the patients of this hospital.
Yeah, don't be modest, Charlie.
This place needs a leader like you.
Okay?
What...
Charlie.
- So, you're the new Interim Chief?
- Uh, no.
I was just ambushed.
I haven't accepted anything.
Well, we need another
medical opinion on this.
We have a very sick patient
with a bowel obstruction.
I think it needs
to be tackled surgically.
And I think we should hold off.
This patient
is in our clinical trial,
and the study rules state that major surgery
will make her ineligible
to keep taking the trial drug.
A drug that could save her life.
The results have been questionable.
Okay, well, if it was me,
I'd think long-term,
give the patient some time
to respond to the drug.
I'm siding with Maggie.
This is the wrong call, Charlie.
We could lose this patient unnecessarily.
Yes, but otherwise,
you're taking a very sick woman
away from a drug trial that
could potentially save her life.
Maggie's too personally involved
to see this clearly.
Bree's not responding well
to the study drug.
Can she even handle going under the Kn*fe?
I believe sepsis will k*ll her.
Alex, ultimately, you can do what you want.
You're the surgeon.
Charlie.
Is this about something else?
Do you think this is personal?
Is it?
Alex, you asked me for my medical opinion,
and I gave it.
If you'll excuse me,
I've got an elbow to fix.
Okay, well,
he didn't lose consciousness.
That's good.
- No vomiting?
- No.
I dropped him.
I lost my balance.
- You tripped?
- No, I...
I don't know.
Menopause, maybe.
He hasn't got a concussion, has he?
Well, any time you hit your head,
there's always some degree of concussion.
Mm. No, his reactions are perfect.
Just a bump.
If you tell Alex, she's gonna
think that I was drinking.
Because there have been times...
well, a lifetime ago...
that if something like this happened,
it would have meant
that I was drinking.
Well, I can't treat Luke and not tell her.
Oh, please. I just got her back.
I'm trying to prove that I've changed.
Well, I don't think you're drunk.
But in my experience,
one lie leads to a web of lies.
It's a metaphor for when a fly
gets stuck into a spider's web,
which I don't want to be.
Okay, if you get Luke out of here now...
then I won't mention it.
Oh. You'll never see us again.
But if there's vomiting, I want to see him.
I got it. Hey, buddy.
Should we go get some ice cream?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Okay. Come on.
Can I have a kiss?
Dr. Miller.
In here.
There are men here saying
they're taking the X-Ray machines back?
What? They're not supposed to
take those till next week!
So, what, we're back to good
old-fashioned country doctoring?
I'll be out in a minute.
This emergency room's closing?
No, we are transitioning
into an Urgent Care facility.
What's that?
It's when there's urgency
but it's not an emergency.
- You mean like a walk-in clinic?
- No.
It has the hours of a walk-in clinic
but the integrity of an ER.
You don't strike me
as a walk-in clinic kind of guy.
Well, sometimes life doesn't
turn out the way you want it to,
and sometimes you got to take
care of your responsibilities
and put on a pair pantaloons.
Ugh.
- What's that?
- Huh?
Oh, just a rash.
Happens a lot in my line
of work, what with the chafing.
It looks a lot more serious than that.
- Doc.
- Hmm?
If I was wearing pants,
you would have missed it.
If you were wearing pants,
you probably wouldn't have
gotten it in the first place.
I'm gonna have to run some cultures.
Can I get a nurse in here?
Okay, Cassie.
Once we get this last plate on,
we'll reattached the tip.
I can close if you want.
- Okay.
- Hey, Doc.
You know, they say you can't
drink your problems away?
What if your problem is
you're thirsty?
Huh?
I'm not your wife.
What?
I said "Kn*fe."
You know, I, uh, I got into
a fight with a mastodon.
I told him it was irr-elephant. [irrelevant]
I heard you were the new Interim Chief.
Yeah, that's the rumor.
I didn't think you'd want to be Chief again.
I don't.
Is it because
you find it too difficult
to be everyone's boss and friend?
What did the piece of bread say
when it walked
into the operating room?
Well, I just got tired
of saying things like,
"You need to take this more seriously."
Nothing.
It was coma-toast. [comatose]
And also making
life-and-death decisions
for really invested surgeons.
Come on, that's good!
I didn't want
to be Chief of Surgery anymore
because I wanted
a more balanced life with Alex.
What if... What if you're
coma-toast was irr-elephant?
Are you thirsty, Doc?
Why was the coma-toast bread
thirsty?
Because he was irr-elephant.
Everything okay?
Um...
it's irr-elephant.
What's happening here?
NG tube is down.
Nothing yet.
Okay, let's see what we've got.
Well, abdomen is not distended at all.
Great. So, as soon as it takes,
we'll feed the study drug down the tube
and she won't miss her trial dose.
Localized pain,
and her pressure's falling.
You think
it's a closed-loop obstruction?
Those things go necrotic fast.
I want to get this patient
into surgery right away.
No, no, no. We just... We give it more time.
I'm pulling rank.
- No, you can't!
- Excuse me.
I didn't put the stop on the
next dose of her blood thinners.
Maggie, I told you to hold off.
Now she's more of a bleed risk.
I thought we were avoiding surgery,
and I didn't want her to clot again.
Okay, listen, I want an anti-Xa test
to see how thin her blood is.
Okay.
I'm scrubbing in.
And, Maggie, I want you to assist,
but if you think you're too close to this,
you need to page Dr. Williams.
My son knows what to do.
He needs to wear his helmet, Luke.
Are you here? Is that you? Luke?
Can you follow through with this?
Mrs. Reid.
Mrs. Reid.
Mrs. Reid, why are you still here?
This is exactly
what I told you not to do.
I have a dog who makes pancakes.
It's the strangest thing.
- I'm sorry, what?
- They took my rings.
Can you help me? They're thieves!
Mom, what are you doing here?
It's not my fault.
Don't give the dog the recipe.
Luke!
What happened to him?
- Where are the police?
- He's got a bump on his forehead, Mom.
Yes, Alex, he's fine.
I think we have another problem here.
- They took my rings, Alex.
- Are you drunk?
How could you do this to us?
You know, it's my fault.
I should have known. I should have known.
My gut said don't trust her
because she's totally untrust...
- No. Alex, just...
- Mom.
- Let's get someone down here.
- Mom. Here we go.
Listen to my voice.
You're gonna be just fine.
You're gonna be fine.
She hasn't been drinking,
but I am quite concerned.
What do you think's happening to her?
Just getting old, baby.
Man on P.A.:
Dr. Reid to O.R. number 4.
- Dr. Reid, O.R. number 4.
- Go.
There isn't anything new I can
tell you right now, anyway.
- I need to run some more tests.
- You sure?
Mm-hmm. Yeah. I've got your mother.
And I'll get this little guy
back to day care.
You take care of your patient.
Go to Uncle Shahir. Okay.
Come here, buddy. Here we go.
Come here, Luke. Okay.
Thank you.
I got this.
Maggie.
What have we got?
Okay, I tested Bree's blood,
and I won't lie to you...
Then don't.
If we reverse the blood thinners
and she throws another clot,
we're screwed.
Okay, so, we do the surgery
with lots of clamps and sponges,
and we do our best
to manage the bleed risk.
Yeah.
Maggie, I need you on your game.
100%.
I couldn't ask for her
to be in better hands.
Mrs. Stone.
Oh, Dr. Harris.
Um, your husband is almost out of surgery,
and his arm should be just fine.
Oh, good.
But I'm wondering about him... personally.
Oh.
Has his behavior been different lately?
Oh, yes, actually.
We haven't had this much fun in years.
Has he always been such a joker?
Oh, God, no.
He woke up one day
and started cracking jokes.
Yeah, if you don't mind my asking,
what was Peter like before all this?
Eight years ago, uh...
we walked out of a cemetery...
leaving our son in a box in the ground.
So... not great.
I'm sorry.
Thank you.
Then when did all the funny start?
About three weeks ago.
He also joined an improv troop.
Mrs. Stone...
I'd like to confer with a neurosurgeon.
You want to get his head checked
because he developed a sense of humor?
I'm not worried,
'cause you're as tough as nails.
Okay, but if I say anything dumb
when I pass out,
you can't put it YouTube.
I would never.
Are we still on the road to recovery?
Well, I have a Google alert set
for Kelly's next tour, so...
Roxy.
Count backwards from 50 for me, hon.
- 50, 49, 48...
- 50, 49, 48...
Hey. What's this?
We're about the resect the bowel
of a Stage 4 BC Mets patient
with a partial blockage.
This is the patient
that was on blood thinners.
Yes.
Have you taken precautions to
ensure she's not a bleed risk?
Yes.
Okay.
So, preliminary tests reveal
that Peter has a subarachnoid
hemorrhage in his brain,
which has been presenting as humor.
So, let me get this straight.
My sense of humor has been
caused by an aneurysm?
Well, it's not as uncommon as you'd think.
And if I have the surgery...
will I wake up and not be funny anymore?
Well, you brain will go back
to the way it was before.
No.
No, I don't want the surgery.
Peter, if you don't have the surgery...
you'll die.
Dr. Harris is right.
Well, then, of course
he's gonna have the surgery.
Well, what will I tell Elderprov?
We've got a show next month.
I don't know.
But, Peter... I can't lose you, too.
Running the bowel. Nothing yet.
Ooh, it's all over my shoes.
And here it is.
Wow. That's... that's dead.
Kelly.
Clamps.
Keep them coming.
Mm-hmm.
Clamps are holding.
Just a few small controllable bleeds.
We still have to put
this whole thing back together.
Yeah.
Pressure's dropping.
- Blood thinners... she's bleeding out.
- Okay, sponges. And keep them coming.
Removing the bowel.
Keep the fluids coming, please.
I'm trying, but the blood gas
numbers are off the chart.
Whatever you guys are doing,
you need to hurry.
Maggie, I need you to clamp
the superior mesenteric artery.
I can't see anything.
I know we want to stop the bleeding,
but if we clamp for too long,
we k*ll the entire bowel.
The clamp buys us time.
I'm only gonna be a few minutes.
Well, that's all you've got, so... clamp.
Sutures.
Clamp in place.
Starting the anastomosis.
- Blood pressure is leveling off.
- Great.
You okay?
I got too involved.
I risked her life.
She's gonna be fine, Maggie.
How do you always keep
the emotion out of the OR?
I wish I was a doctor robot.
No, you don't.
So, your surgeon's down there
turning me back into a broken man.
He's just picking up pieces
of a brain hemorrhage.
The rest is up to you.
We've been through hell.
Lived in a house of gloom for years.
And then this...
levity.
I thought it was a gift.
Well, the human brain's a mystery, but...
maybe this aneurysm happened to...
remind you of who you were,
where you were headed
before what happened to your son.
I was so excited to see him grow up.
He liked to sing.
He was shy, but I could hear him
in his room.
The levity.
It's slipping away. I can feel it.
No. No.
It's still there.
Come on. Tell me a joke.
Okay.
Uh...
a guy walks into a bar...
You.
Me.
Your rash is caused by a tick bite.
You have Lyme disease.
Means I go great with tequila?
It's serious.
It can cause neurocognitive symptoms,
along with muscle joint pains.
I need to get you on
an antibiotic drip right away.
Hey. Hey!
You can't take that!
Hang on a sec.
Can I get a doxycycline drip
for our fleshy friend in Bed number 4?
What's going on here?
Zach, Mrs. White is here again.
Heart palpitations?
And they're taking the ECG machine.
Thomas.
Hi, Mrs. White.
Hi.
How did you get here?
I'm with the Uber now.
Right. You're having some chest pains?
I'm just a little thumpy again.
Right.
Okay, I need this ECG machine.
Dr. Miller, you seem upset.
I need this ECG machine now.
These men are just doing
what I've asked them do, Zach.
Until the light outside goes dark,
we are an ER
and we save lives, Thomas.
Zachary's been with me for
all four of my heart att*cks.
That's right. I've been with her
for all four of her heart att*cks.
Yeah!
- You stick it to 'em, Doc!
- Who's that?
That is a little something
that you do not need to see.
Shahir.
Any news on my mother?
I'm concerned about her scan.
How so?
I don't want to speculate yet,
but dizziness, memory loss...
I'd like to admit her for tests.
- What do you think it is?
- I don't want to speculate.
- Shahir.
- Alex.
Just tuck this away until
I have a conclusive diagnosis.
Okay.
Alex, I'll do everything I can.
Thank you.
All right, one course of antibiotics,
one orange jumpsuit.
Listen, if you have any symptoms
like lack of sleep
or muscle pain, I think you...
Tell my prison guards to send the ambulance
to a hospital with a real ER doctor?
Look.
Do you have anyone
that's gonna bail you out?
Nah. I'm a lone wolf.
Put on some pants.
Pants...
are prison.
No.
Prison is a prison. Can't you compromise?
That's what you're doing, and look at you.
- You're a wreck.
- I'm a wreck?
You're not an Urgent Care guy!
You're a stallion!
And i-it's k*lling me
to watch you bend over, man.
Look, you put the pants on,
you walk out of here, you're a free man.
This from a man
who can't even see the cage
that's getting built around him.
Woman on P.A.: Dr. Lin to ICU.
Dr. Lin to ICU.
Alex?
What's going on?
GCS of three.
She's got no Plantar's reflex.
Oh, come on, Bree.
Anything?
No.
She's in a coma.
Dr. Harris.
You're accepting the chiefdom.
Yeah. What the hell? Why not?
Fantastic news.
Thought I'd have more trouble
convincing you.
What can I tell you?
I, um...
I touched in
with several departments today.
I heard.
A bone doctor
who diagnoses brain bleeds.
You're a one-man band.
Yeah. I forgot how much I enjoy
the big picture, you know?
Plus, you just put me in a great position
to, um... keep my eye on you.
Welcome aboard, Chief Harris.
Shut the door on your way out.
It's my study.
I did the surgery,
so it makes me responsible for Bree's coma.
But a coma isn't dead.
No, but she's having a functionary breakdown
with her reticular activating
system, so it's not great.
Yeah.
Kind of like sleeping off a bad bender.
Right.
Not even close. Just...
Never mind. Forget about it.
Go home. You need sleep.
I'm not gonna sleep anyway.
Well, I'd sure hope that anybody
who might be doing surgery on me
hadn't spent the previous night
in an uncomfortable chair.
Tests aren't something
to bunk in the hospital for.
If this turns out to be serious,
I might need you,
and you don't owe me that many days.
Besides, I need to work on my Pinterest page
so that I can fix up that
bachelor squat you call a condo.
I have eight beautiful lofts
for you to choose from.
Okay, let me see.
I don't hate them.
You do know me.
Well, you're my kid.
I've known you since your first breath.
Mom, you're gonna be okay.
Yeah.
Well, I am pretty well-connected.
This is the right choice.
It will free up money.
More money means more lives saved.
You weren't kidding about not being liked.
People might dismiss us as young
and inexperienced, Cassie,
but... we're the future.
Speaking of the future,
what are you doing later?
I could buy you dinner.
This is the best.
Can't find it in pharmacies,
but you can take it all.
Where you gonna put it?
Doc, you just leave that to me.
Okay. Just...
Now.
Let's go.
Come, come, come, come.
I hope you get out of the petting zoo.
I hope the weather holds.
Zach, is that a naked man
streaking across the ambulance bay?
Yes, it is.
Chief.
I heard.
You can't make me wear pants, either.
Okay.
I quit.
Enjoy Dawn's office.
You, um, heard the one about
the guy who walked into a bar?
Maybe not the one about the guy
who walked into the bar
who hasn't called me since college.
What do you want, Charlie Harris?
Well, uh, "he" wanted to know
what you were drinking.
Well, that's not a very funny joke.
No, you're right.
I might be a little bit funnied out today.
I had, um, this patient who
almost joked himself to death.
Huh.
I got a funny doctor joke.
I'm just looking for the fire exit.
Hey!
You called me.
I'll tell you what...
If I make you laugh...
you get to come home with me.
I really hope this is funny, then.
A guy walks in to the doctor
complaining of a stiff neck.
Uh-huh.
Doctor takes one look at him
and prescribes...
Can I get two... He prescribes...
Uh, yeah, he prescribes Ibuprofen
every four to six hours
and alternating
hot and cold compresses.
Very good.
Doctor also says to the patient,
"It might be, you know,"
"a good idea if you refrain
from masturbating."
And the patient's incredulous
and looks at the doctor says,
"Why do I have to do that?"
The doctor says,
"Because I'm still examining you."
Check. Please.
Thank you.
So, I try not to let it get to me.
So you just throw yourself
into the work even further?
Yeah, but then the shift is over
and it kind of creeps back in.
And then you come home to a kid every night.
I wouldn't know how to do it.
Nah, see, he's the part that
makes everything worthwhile.
Hmm.
Thank you for this.
It is just what I needed.
Yeah, you're welcome.
Um, I-I wouldn't thank me, though.
I'd thank The Magical Buppa Thai.
Guess we should, um...
call it a night.
Like another night.
Oh, yeah?
I'm just saying that I do an excellent
Mexican takeout, as well.
I bet.
Night, Manny.
Good night.
05x06 - Doctor Robot
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"Saving Hope" is a supernatural medical drama that centers around the lives of the doctors and nurses of Hope Zion Hospital in Toronto.
"Saving Hope" is a supernatural medical drama that centers around the lives of the doctors and nurses of Hope Zion Hospital in Toronto.