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Look, I had my pick of hospitals,

and not just in Texas...
around the country.

Around the world, if we're being honest.

- I'm talking about top spinal centers.
- _

But the reason I chose UGH

is because I believe in building
something from the ground up

and really entrenching the culture

into the DNA of the hospital,
make sure that every doctor

that walks through those doors after me

knows how to do things the proper way,

'cause I'm gonna change how
we do surgery here in Texas,

bring it into the 21st century.

Rolling out the red carpet for this guy,

offering him heaven and Earth.

Doesn't make any sense.

So what's the plan to deal with
this human hot air balloon?

It's incubating.

Well, we're off to a rollicking start.

I ever tell you the broken arm
story I heard in Landstuhl?

No, and I don't want to hear it now.

It was right after
Operation Phantom Fury.

The Marines got this guy,
Abdul something-or-other.

He and his men had been
leading these guerrilla attacks

in Afghanistan, took out
a bunch of Humvees.

He's interrogated, doesn't say a word.

They must have had him five, six days.

They get these orders to release him.

Everybody knows he's the bastard

who's been attacking 'em,
but now they gotta let him go.

So you know what they did?

They broke both arms in
four different places,

wrapped him up, sent him on his way.

Never heard from him again.

So you're saying that we
should break Duntsch's arms?

Abso-fuckin'-lutely.

Before it was his hands,
and now it's his arms?

I'll settle for his fingers.

Oh, my God.

Feel free to share your
nuggets of brilliance.

There's Sasani.

We should go and talk to him.

Discuss our way to justice?

Sexy plan, per usual.

I'm more than happy
to do this on my own.

Lead the way.

A city with a thriving
medical community.

But in looking around, UG
wanted to find a niche,

areas where we could specialize,

provide quality health care for
those who don't have millions...

Congratulations, bud.

You wanted a neurosurgeon,
you hired a Neanderthal.

This is Dr. Randall Kirby.

We were in med school together.

- Mm.
- Been a kidder all his life.

- Ever the kidder.
- Now may we talk in private?

Well, we want to stick around,

sing like canaries so
everybody can hear.

La-la-la-la-la!

Please come with me.

Dr. Kirby, would you grab
me a cocktail, a margarita,

spicy, with one of those
little umbrellas in it?

So I take it you heard about Duntsch.

I've only heard good things.

I've got X-rays of his handiwork

in the trunk of my car.

I could pass them out
as party favors here.

Thought you were supposed
to be the nice one.

That's funny.

He received a clean letter from Baylor.

There was no negative
reports from Dallas Medical,

nothing in the National
Practitioner's Data Bank.

- You've got to fire him.
- On what grounds?

Whatever grounds you come up with.

UGH isn't Baylor-Plano.

We don't have investors
lined up at the door.

Hate to be crass, but
the average neurosurgeon

is worth $2.4 million in revenue.

Our entire mission is to
provide affordable health care

to low-income patients
who've been turned away

by every other hospital in the city.

Duntsch is not the only game in town.

I just hired him.

If I fire him without incident,
I'll be facing a lawsuit.

So morality equals,
what, dollars and cents?

If you've got some kind of
personal vendetta against him,

that's your matter, not mine.

And you'd better be
prepared to be called

the surgeon that turns
against his colleagues.

Now, I would have expected that
kind of behavior from Kirby,

but not from someone of your stature.

_

- Oh!
- Oh, I'm so sorry.

Oh.

So...

so was he fired or was
he allowed to resign?

That's confidential, Dr. Henderson.

Your hospital did not report him

to the Texas Medical Board.

You did not report him to the Data Bank.

He had temporary privileges.

So you weren't required to.

You called me to perform the
revision surgery on Mrs. Beyer.

- Yes, I did.
- So you saw firsthand

what he did to her, what
he did to Dorothy Burke.

And after all that, Dallas
Medical let him walk away.

They were untoward outcomes,

and we did what we thought was best.

Except for the patients.

Every neurosurgeon makes
mistakes, Dr. Henderson.

Have you had complications
in your career?

Someday the untoward
outcome could be your own.

And you wouldn't want a rogue doctor

breaking up your welcome party.

I'll have a shot of whatever's
closest to your hand.

I think I figured it out.

You wanted him under
an exclusive contract

with your hospital.

Someone like Duntsch,

from a program like Semmes-Murphey,

he's the perfect target.
Not only is he marketable,

but Baylor makes a profit off
of every procedure he performs.

So if the hospital makes
significantly more money

from the ones it owns as
opposed to the doctors

who only have privileges,

then it is about the goddamn
bottom line in the end, am I right?

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- Got a minute?
- Oh, yes, sir. Please. Sit.

You told me you were going to stop him.

What are you doing here?

They're throwing a party for him.

Well, I know you're
frustrated, and so am I,

but I've got it under control.

Under control? How, exactly?

- There's a process.
- What process?

Mrs. Beyer could have died.

Dorothy Burke did, she died.

And how about that hole in
Elaine Johnson's esophagus?

Hey, whatever it is you think
you're gonna accomplish today,

I guarantee you it's not gonna work.

I've used every tool in this system
available to me to stop him.

I contacted the Medical Board.

I filed a report. I talked with Skadden.

And you've accomplished nothing, Robert.

All of the mechanisms that are in place

to deal with these problems have failed.

Your system has failed.

I've always respected you.

I thought you were a man
of high moral standing,

but you're just another
spoke in the wheel.

Do I know you?

We never met.

Hmm.

You look so familiar.

Just one of those faces, I guess.

I know you.

Well, I am the man of the hour.

Mind passing me a towel?
I'm out over here.

Dr. Christopher Duntsch.

Robert Henderson.

Robert Henderson.

Robert Henderson.

You're the one who turned me
in to the Texas Medical Board.

I am.

You came for me, and I'm still here.

Why is that?

Well, I can't figure out if
you're just incompetent

or you're doing all this on purpose,

and that makes you insane.

Did you know that people
used to say that Nikola Tesla

was possessed by demons?

Regular folk had to come
up with a negative label

'cause they just couldn't
comprehend his genius.

I've gone over all of your cases,

and I don't see any
signs of genius at all.

That's because you're
staring into the sun.

My surgeries were perfect.

Every one.

Now, circulating nurses, X-ray techs,

administrators, they can
all be so distracting.

We've all had complications, right?

Even you, Robert.

Woodland Arp comes to mind, doesn't he?

It's all so human, isn't it?

You look at someone like me,

someone younger, smarter,

more capable,

just filling up all the spaces,

sucking up all the oxygen.

And then there's you.

Tired, old, weak.

I'm gonna revoke your medical license.

Well, shit. You can try.

Maybe you'll even succeed.

But if you take my license in Texas,

there's still 49 other states.

Hell, there's an entire world out there.

And everybody's looking
for a good surgeon

with good credentials.

But if you come for me,

you better be ready for
what I'm gonna do to you.

I will take your money.

I will take your career.

I will take what little
reputation you've ever had.

You want to hit me?

Go ahead, Robert.

I'm right here.

That's what I thought. You don't...

Hey!

If you need a plunger,
there's one under the sink.

We're not going to
Duntsch's welcome party.

Come on, you gotta be shitting me.

- What the hell happened in here?
- It's not gonna work.

We've exhausted every possibility.

So what do you wanna do?

You wanna roll over on your back,

put your little paws up in the air?

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- Afternoon.
- Good afternoon, Doctor.

Everyone in here today get a
chance to meet Dr. Duntsch?

- Welcome, Dr. Duntsch.
- I just wanna say how thankful I am

to have each and every
one of you on my team.

Today, we're gonna do a
TLIF at the L4-L5 level.

It's gonna be challenging
for me to do a surgery

from over here, Dr. Duntsch.

Perhaps you'd allow me to
squeeze in right there,

since you're assisting.

Scalpel.

Scalpel.

I'm gonna need a scalpel, Dr. Duntsch.

I thought that you were going
to be observing my surgeries.

Why is that?

Because that's what you
told me in my interview.

Oh, well, apologies for
your misunderstanding.

Bovie.

I didn't...

- misunderstand anything.
- If it's all the same to you,

we should have this
conversation at a later,

more appropriate time, Dr. Duntsch.

Retractor.

How long until I'm doing
my own surgeries?

Well, I guess we're having
this conversation right now.

Dr. Sompura is one of
my finest surgeons.

He assisted me for three years,

plus an additional two years
under my supervision

prior to his performing solo procedures.

Five years? I graduated top of my class.

Oh, I'm quite aware of
your qualifications.

You've reminded me several times.

That's why you were hired.

This is where you hone
your education to skills.

I need to concentrate.

So if you're not prepared to assist,

please step outside.

I can finish on my own. Suction, please.

You don't need to worry about it.

He just wants you to get
your sea legs under you.

It makes sense.

Come on down here and let's eat.

You're the one who is
so desperately hungry.

- Yeah, I'm almost done.
- What do you want?

The chow mein or the fried rice?

Looks good. Um, Kung Pao.

We need to get the fish tank started.

I was thinking something exotic.

You should be writing this stuff down.

I'm eating.

We need art for the walls as well.

Expensive art.

From that... uh, damn.

What's the name of that fancy gallery?

- Um, the mall guy? Kinkade?
- No. No. The mall guy.

Sotheby's.

We need at least two or three
pieces of art from Sotheby's.

And I want you to coordinate
with Jerry about the floors

'cause I don't want any of
that cheap-ass vinyl shit.

I want it wall-to-wall marble.

I want the patients to feel
like they're walking on glass.

Is that okay for people with bad backs?

Because I want the patients
wowing when they come in.

You know, like they just
walked into Graceland.

You sure you wanna do
all this right away?

- It's gonna get expensive quick.
- Wendy, when a patient is choosing

between me and Dr. O'Connor
with a boring office,

who do you think they're
gonna choose, okay?

Which one are they going to remember?

Trust me, it's gonna pay for itself.

And I don't need to get my sea legs.

What?

I know how to operate.

- I get it.
- So fuck Bishara.

Fuck Bishara.

You ever thought of nursing school?

No.

I thought that was
every stripper's dream,

to pay for nursing school.

I don't do that anymore.

I'm not saying it in a bad way.

I just think you have potential.

I think you're amazing.

You're smart, smarter
than half the nurses

I've ever worked with.

What?

Okay, then if not nursing, then what?

What is it that you want to do?

Honestly?

I just want to be a mom.

Making school lunches,

giving them those cute, little
fruit cups for their snack

or...

I don't know, maybe
even homeschool them.

I know it's old-fashioned,

but my Aunt Josephine,
the one that lives in Ferris,

she did it, and all of her kids
are in college now, so...

I just...

What?

I guess I just thought you had

so much more potential, you know?

You know, I think you're amazing.

You're basically the pinnacle
of human evolution.

Two X chromosomes. Plus, you're smart.

You keep telling me I'm smart

like you're trying to convince
yourself that I am.

I'm trying to be supportive.

- It feels manipulative.
- Manipulative?

You didn't say anything
about me becoming a nurse

when we were in Memphis.

And now all of a sudden we're here...

- I'm just trying to help you out.
- You got this fancy new clinic...

- You're blowing this way out of proportion.
- And you're trying to force me

to go to nursing school.
Don't point your fork at me!

Are you embarrassed by me, Chris?

Of course not. I'm just
making a suggestion.

I'm just trying to help you out.

Wendy, come on. Just...

- No. It's fine.
- Okay. Hey.

You know what? You're right. I'm sorry.

Forget I said anything. I just...

I'm wrong. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

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Where do you see yourself in five years?

What's next? "What's
my greatest weakness?"

That was gonna be my third question.

When I was looking for
space for my clinic,

I saw this vacant, eight-story
building over on Frankford.

It wasn't much, needs a lot of work,

but I want to turn it

into a multibillion-dollar
neurosurgical center.

Everything state-of-the-art
and all in-house.

Diagnostics, surgery,
PT, nutrition, the works.

In five years?

Meteoric rise, wouldn't you say?

I thought that was a
conservative estimate.

Fortunately for MISI,
Dr. Skadden didn't lock you up.

Dr. Skadden is an amazing doctor

and a great friend and mentor.

And for sure,

the easy path for me would
have been to stay in Memphis.

But I wanted to challenge
myself, expand my horizons.

Plus, I was getting recruited
from New York, San Diego,

even UCLA.

How do you like working
with Dr. Bishara?

He has a very particular
way of doing things.

I know he's partial to
keeping the training wheels

on all his surgeons.

It would be nice to be
doing my own surgeries.

Sure. Otherwise, what's the point
of paying you all that money?

MISI is a fine institution.

And please don't take
this the wrong way,

but I think for someone
of your pedigree,

it's a step backwards.

You've studied under some of
the best surgeons in the world.

Your work at DiscGenics
seems groundbreaking.

You've been in contact with DiscGenics.

We reached out.

They said you stepped away from
your day-to-day obligations,

but you're still a board member.

Lucky for us, you did.

You should join the Baylor family.

We're better suited for you than MISI.

Well, MISI recruited me.

I guess that call from Baylor
must have got lost in the mail.

That was our mistake.

I admit it.

But the timing couldn't
be more perfect for you.

We're in the process
of new accreditation.

The plan is to offer an even wider array

of surgical services.

We're expanding our network
of hospitals around Texas

and need to recruit top
surgeons to handle the influx.

So from my perspective,
you're central to our plans,

and we can be to yours.

I'm under contract.

If your hesitation is about
the 600,000 advance

MISI gave you,
I wouldn't worry about it.

Well, I don't exactly have

that kind of money just laying around.

We have a relationship with Frost Bank.

They can set you up with
a loan to help pay it off

and cover the expenses

associated with opening a clinic.

I'm still not seeing the fine print.

I'm gonna lift the velvet
rope for you, okay?

You're gonna be successful here.

Whatever you need,
just make it known to me.

We have marketing consultants
to help build your brand,

expand your business.

Obviously, we can't
point patients your way,

but we help you draw them in.

If everything goes as I imagine it will,

one day, you'll be chief
of neurological surgery.

I can't be married to
just one institution.

I have to be free to
pursue my own interests.

Seems to me you're
looking for a springboard

to launch your career.

What better place to do
that than Big Baylor?

One day, your name's gonna be up there

for all the world to see.

I assume you're a sports fan?

- America's Snoretime.
- Come on, Jerry.

This was very generous.

You said she had a picture
of Cuban in her office?

- Mm-hmm.
- Think she can score

tickets to the Mavs in the fall?

Oh, beer's me.

- Salty Jack is the lady.
- Dom for me.

To Baylor.

You're taking the job, Chrissy.

You're definitely taking the job.

- I don't know yet, Jer.
- Come on, horsey.

This is the biggest no-brainer
since brains were invented.

Dude, you're Baylor's
number-one draft pick,

and you even have the
arm candy to prove it.

Are you flirting with me, Jerry?

You're out of my league, but it's okay.

One day, I'll find my Wendy.

When you find the right girl,

all the strip clubs in Dallas
are gonna go out of business.

Truth.

But seriously,

dude, do you have any idea how much
Baylor's gonna make off of you?

Those billboards, all that
shit generates business.

They don't put any punk-ass
doctor up on there,

only the superstars.

Wendy, can I get an amen?

- I don't get it.
- Get what?

The billboard, this box, the everything.

It just seems fast, is all.

Not fast enough for my boy-genius.

He's got that Brad Pitt thing going on.

Well, pump the brakes.

Your boy's a lot of things,
but he's not Brad Pitt.

- Ooh. Ouch, a hater.
- I'm just asking.

Wendy, when life gives you lemonade,

don't make fucking lemons.

The more surgeries Chris does,
the more elite he becomes,

the more money they generate.

I don't even have the
clinic up and running yet.

And I still have to hire a
PA. Still need my Bonnie.

Dr. Bishara sent over a
list of recommendations.

I'll start setting up
interviews in the morning.

- Jerry on the spot.
- Okay.

So I was gonna wait until we had
the articles of incorporation,

but screw it.

- Did you make this?
- _

Yeah.

I love it.

- Really?
- It's so good, Jerry.

- Thanks.
- You know, that reminds me,

I haven't hired a
marketing director yet.

You know, someone to promote the clinic.

- I'll put a list together.
- No. You know what?

- I think I found the guy.
- Word.

Give me his contact
info. I'll reach out.

Mm. Okay, so his name...

is Jerry Summers.

You fucking with me?

Oh, my God. Are you serious?

- You just got a promotion!
- Holy shit, dude!

Oh, my God. I won't
let you down. I swear.

I'll make cards,
I'll make flyers, everything.

I've even got this dope-ass
idea for a killer website,

got a guy who can build it.

- That's what I like to hear.
- So...

Baylor?

What's it gonna be, Chrissy?
You gonna nut up or what?

Here's to Jerry Summers,
Executive Marketing Director,

and here's to Baylor-Plano, bitches!

- Whoo!
- Yeah!

_

- Hey.
- Hey.

We're supposed to have
lunch with Dr. Isaacs today.

But one of my procedures
got rescheduled,

so can you call him and
tell him I'm gonna be late?

And Medtronics was gonna
deliver all their screws.

I might not be back in time; if I'm not,

can you just sign for it and
have them leave all there?

- Mm-hmm.
- Great.

What's up? What's wrong?

What is it, Wendy?

What?

B-A-B-Y.

Are you serious?

How?

A stork fucked me.

Are you sure?

- I took a test. Twice.
- Well...

They give false positives.
That could be a bad batch.

Okay.

You're not happy?

Of course I am. It's just big news.

Honestly, I'm a little hungover today.

And I can't be late, but I
am over the moon with joy.

When I get back, we can celebrate.

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You have a doctorate.

- Mind if I call you doctor?
- Kim will do.

You last worked for Dr. George Clondike,

but only for a couple months. Why?

- Know him?
- No. I'm new in town.

He's an ortho-oncologist and an ass,

and that's the nicest thing
I can say about him.

What happened?

Uh...

I'm not even trying
to get into all that,

but it was a shit-show.

Pardon my French.

So I quit and went straight
to Padre for some R&R.

And Dr. Bishara called and told me

you were looking for a
physician's assistant.

Yes, he speaks very highly of you.

I just do my job very well.

You also worked for a
neurosurgeon before.

- How was that experience?
- We got divorced.

You married your neurosurgeon?

Interesting.

They're not that interesting.

You just haven't met the right one yet.

So what happened?

- What happened with what?
- You said you got divorced.

Are you asking why I'm
not working with him

or why I got divorced?

Why you got divorced.

Sounds like an unprofessional question

for a professional interview.

You're the one that brought it up.

It got stale.

I needed excitement in my life.

Buy one, get one at Target.

So what do you know about me?

You graduated top of your class

from University of Tennessee

where you received a PhD and MD.

While in the program, you also
became the majority shareholder

and Chief Science Officer at DiscGenics.

The research you've done on stem cells

is gonna change the face of
spinal surgery as we know it.

At least according to you.

Yeah, I don't sleep much.

My philosophy on the current
state of neurosurgery

is that it's primitive.

It is, of course,

every surgeon's goal never to operate.

But so long as humans have bodies,

spinal surgeries are gonna be necessary.

I want to modernize it.

What's the point of
removing a diseased disc

if you can use a stem
cell to regenerate it?

You're either really
smart or really crazy,

but if you pull it off,

that's one hell of an achievement.

So how is that for interesting?

I'll give you my answer
if I get the job.

You see, that's why I need a
PA who can keep up with me.

'Cause I'm like the "USS Enterprise"

moving at warp speed eight,

and I need a Number One

who can help me navigate the ship.

I don't know what any of that means,

but I'll give you this one for free.

Your clinic is being run
by a bunch of dummies.

And who is this guy?

Jerry Summers,

uh, Executive Director of Marketing.

So what do you do, like,
hand out flyers or something?

Well, yeah.

But I'm also his website
guy. I'm building it.

Not my personal self, but I hired a guy.

So you're the website guy,
but not the website guy.

- I'm the guy that...
- Jerry helps out around the office.

Okay, so you got this...

fake website marketing guy,
and I'm sorry... but not sorry...

your front desk girl is rude

and doesn't have basic office etiquette.

Her name is Wendy Young,

- and she's a pretty good...
- She's a temp.

She was with us in Memphis

and wanted to move to Dallas
to be closer to her husband.

But don't worry, she's pregnant.

She's not gonna be here very long.

You need at least two
people working the desk.

One to do phones and scheduling,

the other to handle
all the intake stuff.

I know a couple of girls
that'll be perfect.

And, dude, those construction guys

are not gonna be done before you open.

I get it.

You're a whip.

You're the type of person
who's gonna come in here

and make this place work.

I'm more like a hammer.

But I get what you're saying.

My references are on the second page.

You can call any of them and
they'll tell you the same thing.

You know, I'm more of a gut guy.

I used to play football back
in college, all-American.

Coach was always telling us,
the one thing in the world

that will never lie to
you, your instincts.

That's kind of how I operate.

So what's your instinct telling you?

- She's a stone-cold bitch.
- I like her.

Doesn't bother you she was
married to her neurosurgeon?

She gives off that money-digger vibe.

- Gold digger.
- Mm, money digger.

No one digs for gold anymore.

When were you gonna
tell me about the baby?

You know, just didn't come up.

Well, that's great news.

You, Wendy, baby.

I'm happy for you all.

Why did you say all
that shit about Wendy?

What shit?

She's just a temp,

she's married to some guy in Memphis?

"Oh, hello, Dr. Morgan.

"Welcome to our
state-of-the-art facility.

"For your information,

"our secretary used to be a stripper.

Would you still be interested
in the position?"

She's about to be your baby mama.

Who cares if she was a stripper?

Some of the best people
I know are strippers.

Huh. Everybody you know is a stripper.

Besides,

Kim said she had two other
candidates for the positions.

Chris, you know me.
I've always been supportive.

Don't fuck it up with Wendy.

What is that supposed to mean?

I mean, it was just me and my mom,

you know, my whole life. No dad.

And now I see it, this woman...

- Jerry.
- She's coming in all hot to trot.

Jerry, I'm not leaving Wendy, okay?

And I'm not leaving the baby, okay?

Kim is ambitious, she's confident,

she has an impressive résumé,

and I need the best
people working for me.

Kim's my physician's assistant.

Okay.

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- Mm-mm, mm-mm. Not now, not now.
- When are we gonna talk?

Babe, not now. No! Not now.

No, I don't give a shit.
We're having a baby.

And you haven't said a word about it.

Fine.

If you wanna talk, let's talk.

You don't want to have this baby?

We've only been together
a couple months, Wendy.

Sorry if I'm not lighting cigars.

So that's it? "Wham, bam,
thank you, ma'am"?

No.

Look, I don't expect
you to fully grasp this,

but everything that I'm doing

will help you live past
your wildest dreams.

I have a plan.

All I need is for you to
go to nursing school.

You fucking kidding me?

I'm not an accessory

- in Chris's world.
- Wendy, give me a break.

You had no problem playing the
role of doctor's girlfriend,

but now when it's not working for you,

all of a sudden it's an issue?

Nothing with you has ever worked for me.

- It's always been on your terms.
- Oh, bullshit.

That is fucking bullshit, Wendy.

I wanted to go to UCLA;
that was my first choice,

but you're the one that
said you wouldn't move

unless we came to Dallas
because of your aunt in Ferris.

So don't pretend like it's been me

just dragging you along
for this whole ride.

- You're blaming me?
- Oh, Jesus!

Can you not play the victim?

Just try it. See what happens.

You're the one who wanted a boyfriend

who could buy your shoes and
your perfume and your makeup

and pay your rent and
whatever the fuck else.

And you know what?
Congratulations, you got it.

You won in life.
You got what you wanted.

But life is a double-edged
fucking sword.

This is what it's like to
date a god. Keep up.

You might be able to hustle these
stuffy, buttoned-up assholes,

but not me. I know you're a fraud,

always acting like you know
everything, but you don't.

You can't even keep a job.

What the fuck does that mean?

They dumped your ass out of DiscGenics.

I'm on the board!

"On the board" means
they're too embarrassed

- by you to fire you!
- I made $1/2 million

just by stepping foot in this city!

And everything that you
have is because of me!

I picked you up out
of the fucking gutter,

and I can throw you right
back there if I want.

You'll end up some sagging hussy

working the pole for chump change.

And you know what? If I'm
being perfectly honest,

the best thing you could probably do

is abort that fucking baby,

because you are not the type
of person who can raise it.

And I'm saying that with love

because I am trying to
help you win in life!

- Fuck you!
- Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you!

- Hey, open this... open the...
- Fuck you!

- Fuck!
- Tex-Mex, y'all. Hey!

- Open this door!
- Fuck you, Chris! Fuck you!

- Ungrateful bitch!
- Hey! What the fuck?

- Open up!
- Get out!

- Open the fuck up!
- Hey, shut the fuck up! Both of you.

- Get out!
- Get out of my goddamn hotel room!

- Get him out of here!
- You need to calm down.

- Get him out!
- Fuck.

- All right. Cool it, bro.
- Get off of me!

- Cool it, bro.
- Get off of me!

All right. What the hell happened?

Hey, we have to talk about this, okay?

Oh, fuck.

Ah, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Hopefully, in the future, you stay away

from whatever unsavory
character did this to you.

I did it to myself.

You don't care to share, fine by me.

Let's not kick this new phase
of our relationship off...

with an untruth.

New phase?

Articles of incorporation

for the Texas Neurosurgical Institute.

You're officially official, Dr. Duntsch.

Clinic's up and running,

got a gnarly man scar.

So much to make whoopee about.

Classy.

Most people are so close-minded...

so narrowly focused on their
tiny, little cocooned worlds

that they don't even understand

the greatness that I am offering them.

But that's okay,

because if I have to stand in
front of them a thousand times

to explain my genius to them
to make them understand...

then it's all worth it.

And it starts at Baylor.

I am going to make them understand.

And this isn't the unstoppable
force paradox,

because there's only me.

I embody everything.

And what am I looking at here?

A screw imbedded in soft tissue.

- He missed the spine entirely.
- _

If what you're telling
me is to be believed,

then it seems to me that this
is a case of incompetence.

I can train a couple of circus monkeys

to do a better job.

How do you like your
steak, Mr. Yarborough?

- Do I feel an analogy coming on?
- Mm.

Texan born and bred.

When you slice into that
perfect rare to bloody steak,

it's soft, like you're cutting
through a stick of butter.

Now, if somebody stuck a
piece of wood into that steak,

when your knife made contact,

you'd be able to tell
the difference, correct?

Of course.

Well, the contrast between
the wood and the steak

is the same as the spine and
the muscles surrounding it.

And Duntsch couldn't
tell the difference?

Which is a damn near impossibility

unless he was actively
trying to insert the screw

in the wrong place, which
would answer your questions

about showing criminal intent.

To bring criminal charges,

a certain threshold has to be met.

I'm not sure we're there.

What's evident, though, is it appears

you have a compelling medical
malpractice complaint,

which should be taken up in civil court.

But pushing this off to
the civil court, I mean,

if that isn't passing the buck,
I don't know what is.

We're dancing in a field of gray.

This office deals with drug
dealers and murderers.

The law is explicit.
Don't sell drugs, don't kill.

It's an undeviating line
any jury can follow.

What you're presenting me is
eight years of medical school

that we'd have to shove
down the jury's throats

in a handful of days.

They'd have to be so versed to the point

that they could differentiate

between sound medical practice
and criminal negligence.

I don't think it would
be that hard for them

to understand the scope
of what he's done.

We're not asking the
jury to perform surgery.

Well, tell that to juror number seven,

who doesn't wanna be there

'cause she's losing
valuable days at work,

and her kids' Christmas wish
list is going up in smoke.

Duntsch has two deaths that we know of,

and the state of Texas has
executed people for less.

I'm not negating what has transpired.

But you're asking us to start
up a very steep mountain.

Ah, well, you know,
the degree of difficulty

shouldn't dictate how
you do your goddamn job,

otherwise we should all be
selling hot dogs at a ballgame.

I had a patient once.

Woodland Arp, very successful
lumbar spine fusion,

recovered nicely for six months.

Then he started having
recurring back pain in the area

where the device was implanted.

And by then, the fusion was intact,

so Mr. Arp decided to have
the hardware removed

to alleviate the discomfort.

Straightforward, neat procedure.

35 minutes, skin to skin,
got the hardware out.

I rounded on him later
on; he was on his feet,

walking around, no pre-op pain.

He was ecstatic.

The next morning, they found
him dead on the bathroom floor.

Pulmonary embolism.

I did nothing wrong.

I did everything by the book,
and not a week goes by

that I don't think about him.

Now, whether he's doing
it on purpose or not,

Duntsch knows that he is
not a competent surgeon.

That's intent.

And what's gonna happen
if people find out

that you had an
opportunity to stop him...

but you didn't take it?

George, take the lead on this.

We'll conduct a thorough investigation

and see where the evidence leads us.

_

Ready to rock?

Fuck yeah.

Next stop,

Baylor-fucking-Plano Hospital.