All language subtitles for Saving Hope - 03x09 - The Other Side of Midnight.KILLERS.English.C.edit.Addic7ed.com

Hey.

You snuck out early this morning.

I thought I'd come in,
sort through some stuff.

Why? 'Cause my place doesn't have a desk?

Or curtains? Or solitude of any kind?

Your place is great.

- I'm sorry. Is this private?
- No, no secret.

I just have to figure out
what to do with my apartment.

Alex, you know if you need
any money, I'll...

No, I mean, yes, I do, but I-I don't.

I'm fine. Thank you.

Why don't you just dump it?

- Dump it?
- Dump the apartment.

Just get rid of the place.

No? You could do something really nuts.

You could move in with me.

What are you laughing for? You
just said my place was great.

- Oh, you're serious.
- Yeah.

What would I do with all my nice things?

Well, you could sell the nice things

or you could store it or...
I don't know. I...

You know what you could do?

This might sound completely crazy.

- What?
- Liberia.

They're desperate for doctors
in Liberia, right?

And you know what? There.

We should totally go to Liberia.

- Liberia?
- Yes.

You just started working at a clinic here.

And it'll still be here when I get back.

But just hear me out, Alex,

- one second here, okay?
- Mm-hmm.

They can really, really use people like us,

and we could just go and give
ourselves to something amazing.

There are amazing things here.

Yes, there certainly are.

Think about it.

I'll put some pants on.

Hey, Alex, it's your abandoned roomie

calling from your deserted condo.

I'm looking for that sweater you borrowed,

the one that cost me two paychecks.

I'm guessing it's lost in the land of Goran.

Uh, can you just...
can you just call me? Thanks.

All right.

Okay.

Huh.

Wow. Charlie knew his rocks.

Anything else, Charlie?

Yeah, what the hell, Rick?
Bloody mary, extra hot.

You got it.

Are you considering a purchase?

Uh, what... me? Stocks? No, no, no.

Somebody made off with the sports section.

I'm just looking for something to read.

Although apparently, um,

IFC's second-quarter losses makes it a sell.

Street says sell, I buy. I'm a contrarian.

You should buy 1,000 shares right now.

I would.

The stock's in free fall.
You want me to buy it?

Go out on a limb. That's where the fruit is.

Here. Let me.

Oh. Maggie, thank you.

Uh-huh.

Save the date.

- For what?
- I'm getting married.

Oh, I didn't realize you were engaged.

Yeah, no, it just happened.

Herschel and I have been
together almost 10 weeks, so...

Wow. Ever heard of getting
to know one another?

That's what a lifetime
of wedded bliss is for.

Besides, there's no reason to wait.

Mm, I can think of one.

Wear a skirt,
cover your shoulders,

and do something with that... hair.

I need a pail of coffee.

You know what?
We should probably make an appearance

at Shahir's crepe fundraiser thing.

No. No.

I can smell them from here, and just no.

- Oh.
- Selena?

Yeah. I'll probably have to
call her back later.

Oh, the obnoxious, kind-of-hot G.P.

She's probably just calling
to say thank you for the ride.

Really? You're still working with her

after that whole knife-fight thing?

- What?!
- Why would you even say that?

- You didn't...
- I didn't know that you got into knife fights?

No, neither did I.

- Guys.
- Yeah?

I need you to come with me right now.

- What is it?
- Let's go.

Oh, okay, k-k-keep the trowel spreader

in the center of the skillet.

It's a crepe, Shahir, not coq au vin.

Melanda, there are 17 steps
in making a crepe.

Try and get one of them right.

- Okay. And we're done.
- Hmm?

I love you, but your team skills stink.

There is no "I" in "crepe."

But there are two E's.

Wait. Where are you going?
This is for cranial research.

Maybe the ring went down a vent.
I don't know.

I could call a fixer guy to check.

- You mean like a handyman?
- Yeah.

No way! What if he swipes it?

Why did I even try it on?

My advice? Just be straight up with Alex.

She's cool. She'll get it.

Can you take over, please?

Oh, yeah, of course.

Medevac's on its way from the speedway.

- Nathan Stewart is in it.
- Nate "The Rocket" Stewart?

Mr. Stewart's car crashed
going 240 kilometers an hour.

What's he doing racing?
I thought that guy was retired.

- I guess he came out of retirement.
- Yeah.

So, what are we looking at?

We are looking at this.

Oh.

Oh. Ohh. Oh, my god.

- Yeah.
- 240 kilometers an hour.

How can anyone survive that?

No! Oh, my god, Nate!

Oh, my god!

Oh, my god. Oh, my god, Nate.

- I'm right here, baby. I'm right here.
- Miss? Excuse me, miss.

No, I'm not leaving his side!

Move, ma'am, or we can't work!

Please. Oh, my god.

Listen... is he on any medications?

I-I don't know. I don't know.

Listen. Look at me. Look at me.

- Allergies? Illness? Anything?
- No, no.

- I-I don't know! I don't know!
- Okay. Just... just stay back.

Stay back, ma'am.

Seatbelt bruising.
It doesn't look good.

I hear bowel sounds in the chest.

Could have a ruptured diaphragm.

- I need to get in there and have a look.
- Ruptured what?!

- Just stay back, please.
- He has another lung, only one brain.

I need a C.T.

Okay, extreme soft-tissue damage
and massive bone loss in here.

Nate, can you feel this at all?

Yeah, I can feel it.

Good. That is good. All right.

And I'm getting a thready pulse
on this side.

Just don't... my...

Nate?

He's out.

- Let's intubate him.
- What?

His left pupil's dilated.

Might be an epidural hematoma.
I need him in the O.R. now.

If we don't move fast,
he's gonna lose his feet.

Well, if he's brain-dead, it doesn't matter.

Brain-dead?!

Somebody, please tell me what's happening!

Mr. Stewart might has bleeding on the brain.

He's gonna need surgery
right now. Get her out of here.

Oh, my god. We got to call Tawni.

Let's go.

Tissue intact, no herniation.

How long have you had your implants?

Three years. Do they seem lopsided to you?

Um...

No, perfectly symmetrical.

Whoever did these did a good job.

What about the pain?

I think that's muscular.

Oh, you're a personal trainer.

I'd blame it on the chest presses.

How many of those do you do in a day?

As many as it takes.

- That's what I tell my clients, anyway.
- Mm-hmm.

"Temporary pain for permanent gain."

Well, you've got the right attitude.

You go ahead and get dressed.

They're just not right.

Um...

If I wanted them out...?

Well, uh...

Women have implants removed all the time.

It's hard, I bet.

Not at all. It's an outpatient procedure.

We just slice around the original scar,

expose the implants,
pull them out... nothing to it.

Great, then I think I want them out.

But there's no medical reason
to have them removed,

so it's cosmetic, which means...

How much?

About $6,000.

Ouch.

- Now, that hurts.
- Right.

So, you go home. You think about it.

You know where to find me.

Did you call his manager... Roy?

No. I haven't. No.

These are the basics, Nora.

Sorry. I-I completely forgot
I have to issue a statement.

Did he have his lucky helmet?

Yes. He did, sweetie. I promise.

Then how did this happen?

Okay, Rachel, honey, you go call grandpa,

and you tell him not to watch the news

and that I'm here with daddy now, okay?

Okay.

You must be Tawni.

Yeah, uh, Nate's ex-wife.

That's our daughter... Rachel.

I'm Dr. Reid, and this is Dr. Goran.

Your ex-husband is in the operating theater.

I mean, he's in very good hands.

I'm sure he is. I know the drill.

He's had some extensive head trauma.

- Um, let me guess... craniotomy?
- Craniectomy, actually.

That's just like his first crash in '09.

This is his third.

Neurosurgeon's gonna find
screws in there already.

Nate has recurring migraines,
so he takes aspirin daily.

- That's a blood thinner.
- I'm not an idiot, Tawni.

He has scar tissue on his arm and right leg.

That's from the crash in Montreal.

Okay, that's good to know.

Look, his arms seem fine.

We're actually more concerned
right now about his feet.

He'll make it.

- He always does.
- When will I get to see him?

- You can see him when he's better.
- Look,

I know you think
I'm just like the other girl...

he has a Nora in every city, Nora.

We are in love, Tawni.

Well, that's just swell.

Because while you're busy loving,

I'm raising his daughter.

You know, this is life.

Love has nothing to do with it.

Shahir's way behind.

I'm losing my window on those feet.

Don't worry. You'll make up the time.

Yeah, fingers crossed.

You know, they say the key to racing...

you've got to believe
you're never gonna crash.

Guess that's why he keeps
coming out of retirement.

That dude lives on the edge.

Man, you got to respect that about him.

Did you not see how worried his daughter is?

Yeah, I mean, okay,

clearly he's a guy
who believes he's invincible,

but, I mean, his daughter's not
about to change that, is she?

Come on. I mean... I mean, I think he's...

he's a guy who...
wants to have it all, right?

He can, just not at the same time.

How is he not done yet? Shahir!

- It's taking longer than I thought, Joel.
- Yes.

- Alex, Sharpe is having trouble ventilating.
- How much trouble?

Respiratory pressure keeps falling.

- I'm doing what I can.
- His breathing must be compromised.

Joel, I'm gonna have to jump the queue

- and open this guy up.
- What, right now?

Well, he's not gonna care about
his feet if he can't breathe.

Yeah, I understand that,
but we're losing time here.

Page Dr. Lin.

I'm gonna be in and out in 20 minutes flat.

Make it 15, please.

- Let me see this.
- I'll go speak to the wife,

ex-girlfriend, daughter... the women.

No one's gonna stop driving anytime soon,

so oil pipelines.

Okay, what else?

Copper, aluminum.

The mining sector should be
in your portfolio for sure.

Is there anything even moderately ethical?

That makes money? No.

Everything else is just gambling.

Pharmaceutical stocks, maybe?

Uh, yeah, I'm not comfortable with that.

I'm a... I'm a doctor, so it's
"conflict of interest."

So put all of your money in solar power

and retire when you're 90.

My stepdad was a doctor.

He bought a boat and died penniless.

I consider this a public service.

How much longer you staying here?

Oh, I, um... I live here, at the, uh, hotel.

Sometimes I feel like I live in hotels, too.

Travel a lot?

One of the perks of being in private equity.

I go from place to place,

looking for underperforming companies.

- Fixer-uppers.
- Or teardowns.

I basically bet on the future.

That sounds interesting.

But hard on a marriage.

Are you... married?

Oh, of course not. You're living in a hotel.

Uh, no, actually, I'm... I-I was.

Um...

It's complicated.

Yeah.

It's complicated.

Left lung isn't inflating properly.

- How are his SATs?
- Nothing unusual.

It's not the heart, then.

Whoa, his stomach is up in the chest.

Can you retract proximally?

Yep.

Alex, problem.

Whoa, where is that blood coming from?

Okay, I got to get a closer look here.

Patient's tachycardic.

B.P. dropping. What's going on?

I don't know, but it's not good.

Doctor!

Uh, doctor!

Get me a stretcher.

- What's happening here?
- Uh, I found her near her car.

Okay, come here.

Bleeding, right upper quadrant.

Looks like a possible stab wound.

Uh, I found this on the ground.
Is it important?

It's her breast implant.

Her what?

Who did this to you? Were you attacked?

No. I did it myself.

You what?

Dr. Kinney told me how... nothing to it.

Oh!

Okay, get... ready? Let's go, on three.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What do you got?

- A patient of yours...
- Uh-huh.

Cut out her own breast implant.

Excuse me?

She said you talked her
through the procedure.

I most certainly did not.

Who's operating on her?

Dr. Storms.

Oh, well, she had a better
chance of doing it herself.

- I'm gonna talk to her.
- Sure.

After she's all stitched up,

you can find her on the ninth floor.

Yeah, I know what's on the ninth floor, Zach.

Do you want me to page Dr. Dey?

No, I can handle this.

Yeah, psych ward, Zach. Got it.

How's that diaphragm, doctors?

Stomach's reduced.

- Suctioned the air out of the chest.
- Okay, great.

Uh, ask them to re-drape
for the feet. I'll scrub up.

No, not yet. Not yet. Okay.

- Damn it. I think I found it.
- Splenic rupture.

- Yep.
- So, pack it and let me at those feet.

I can't. I have to take the spleen out.

That's gonna be at least
another 30 minutes, Alex.

Well, then it's gonna be another 30 minutes.

Page me when you're done.

What I'd give even for a test drive.

You serious? That's not even a sport.

They're just driving around
in circles for hours.

You know they don't even stop
for washroom breaks?

I'd deal.

I drove on the autobahn once,
got it up to 200 kilometers.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Man, it was good.
Imagine getting paid for that?

Like I said, the man got rich

having to sit in his own piss all day.

Let me see that imaging again.

Hey. What are you doing down here?

Ran into some ventilation issues.

- We'll make up the time.
- Do those feet have the time?

Less than they had five minutes ago.

What is... when was that?

His crash in '09.

Wow.

That guy just gets up and walks away.

- It's insane.
- Dude, his arm's on fire.

He's... a machine.

So, you agree with me,
or you sticking with Dr. Miller?

Nate Stewart...
money, fame, cars, nine lives.

That man's got the life, right?

Wait till you have kids.

- What?
- You'll see. It all changes.

You'll do anything you can
to stay alive for your kids.

Hello. I have my snakes.

Yeah. So you get it.

- Herschel.
- Hey.

What are you doing here?

I just wanted to see where you work

and, uh, bring you lunch.

This is... a surprise.

I am full of surprises.

Ohh. Egg salad.

I'm, uh... I'm allergic to eggs.

Oh. Wow. I did not know that.

Yeah.

No, if I eat them,

I go into anaphylactic shock and die, so...

Well at least you'd be
in the right place, though, right?

You know?

"Ugh!"

Thank you for the thought.

Um, I'll just grab something later.

I should probably get back.

Oh, yes. Right.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Yes. I'll see you later.
- Okay.

Oh, um...

Do you eat tuna?

Just future reference, sandwich-wise.

I like a nice BLT.

I'm just kidding.

Right.

Okay.

That's good.

- All right.
- Okay.

- Okay, bye.
- Bye.

Hey doctor "G,"
if you need to take five,

- I can totally, uh...
- I'm not tired. I'm just waiting.

No, I hear you.

Nate Stewart... that's not textbook.

Is she almost done?

Mm. Closing.

Okay, so, hypothetically,

a seemingly hetero girl
kisses a hetero girl.

It's got to mean something, right?

Sexual fluidity.

It's a thing.

All right, so, who did you kiss?

Oh, come on, Lin.

It's obvious you're talking specifics.

Sometimes a kiss can mean nothing.

Kind of like the whole time we dated.

- Wow. Ouch.
- Oh.

Wait. You two?

Yeah, and Joel and Heidi...
And Joel and Dana.

Dana?

You and Dana? Really? Like Dana, Dana?

Well, talk about a grand slam.

Spleen's out.

Sharpe's putting in a center line.

- Then you're up.
- I'm on it.

Ugh, Shahir, this place is
gonna smell like crepes forever.

They're practically odorless.

Well, they're making me feel like "crepe."

What is with you?

The doctor was able to
remove the other implant

without too much damage
to the surrounding tissue,

but you got lucky.

Thank you.

Can you help me with my pillows?

Megan, what you did was beyond reckless.

Now, if I had known
how desperate you were...

I had to. I-I don't have $6,000.

Yes, but your breasts were fine.

There. Is that better with the pillows?

Yes. Thanks.

You know what I think?

I think this isn't about the breasts.

Do you want to tell me
what's really going on?

He bought them for me.

"He" being your boyfriend?

- My ex.
- Mm.

He told me I looked like a boy.

Yeah, he was a real catch.

He gave me bruises bigger
than these will ever be.

I'm sorry.

I finally got him out of my life.

It was... so hard.

And then every time
you looked at yourself...

All I could think about was him.

It's okay.

You're okay now. You're in a safe place.

I'm in the loony bin, yo.

H-how long do I have to be in here?

It'll be a while.

I'm-I'm afraid we
take self-harm very seriously.

I don't belong here.

I'm not crazy.

All you need is an online brokerage,

- and you are all set.
- No, you convinced me.

- I'm gonna... I'm gonna do this.
- Nice.

I pegged you as more of a bull than a bear,

except for the whole
"it's complicated" thing.

That is no way to get the girl.

Okay, well, how do I do that?
How do I get the girl?

- Really?
- Yeah. Give me the hot tip.

You want a little insider trading?

- Absolutely.
- Okay. Okay.

Well, for starters, um...

Look lonesome, not lonely.

Lonesome... okay, I'm gonna write this down.

This is... this is good stuff. Go ahead.

And lead with the doctor thing.

- Lead with the doctor.
- And, um...

come up.

What?

Come up to my room.

Come up now.

I-I really can't.

Room 1501.

You should really come up.

Better hurry. SATs are dropping.

That should just about do it
for the dead tissue in here.

And we're just under the wire
with this thing.

All right, let's bring in the ex fix,

and let's reset this open
fracture in here, all right?

Hold up a second.

Okay, this changes everything.

He's got motor oil on his bones.

Yeah, and whatever the, uh...

the lady had,
just put in on my bill, as well.

Lady?

Yeah, that woman that I was talking to.

I didn't see any lady with you.

I-I thought you were one
of those bluetooth gentlemen.

Hello?!

Hello!

Hey, listen, I need you
to open this room for me.

- I'm sorry, sir. I can't do that.
- Listen, I'm a doctor.

It could be an emergency.

There could be a woman
in trouble in that room, okay?

I don't care. I could get fired.

Hey, what are you doing? Stop it!

That's my key. Give it back to me.

Yeah, I need an ambulance,
the Browning Suites, room 1501.

Charlie. Here. What do you got?

I think she's having a miscarriage.

She's lost a lot of blood.
Did you page Dr. Katz?

I did. Let's get a bolus of ringers,

and someone get on the horn
to the blood bank.

- Charlie, what can you tell me?
- Uh, not much.

She was unconscious when I found her.

She a friend of yours?

Yeah, um... not really.

Well, whoever she is, she has
a class-4 placental abruption.

Clear an O.R.
I need to get her in right away.

The sooner we go in, we can prevent it.

How did he get motor oil in his bones?

Oil kept running into his open fracture.

It's in his bone marrow.

If we don't get it out fast, he's gonna die.

What if you used castile soap

and mixed it with the sterile saline bags?

That would emulsify the motor oil.

Exactly, then we power
through it with the jet lavage.

Wait. Wait. Wait. That kind of pressure...

that could destroy his soft tissue,

not to mention the infection from the oil.
He could go septic.

There is still time before his feet are dead.

Uh, do me a favor.

Go and get any help you can,
anyone's who's available.

- More manpower. Got it.
- No, no, no, that's not gonna be enough.

It will if we move now.

- Joel, we need to prepare the family.
- Prepare them for what?

That we're gonna try and save his feet?

That we probably won't be able to.

Prep the jet lavage. Start now.

On it like a bonnet.

I know that look.

Oil from the engine has leaked
into your husband's...

I'm sorry... your ex-husband's bones.

Uh, we're flushing them now.

However, there is still

extensive tissue damage in those feet.

So you want to cut them off.

That's where you're going
with this, aren't you?

That is one option, yes.

Amputation could save his life.

Or we could continue working,

and we could save his life and his feet.

Look, there's still viable tissue in there,

so we could restore the blood flow.

But even if we are able to do that,

Nate still faces a long recovery,

multiple surgeries,
and years of chronic pain.

Damn it, Nathan.

There are great prosthetics out there.

Amputation is a viable option.

No way.

- Amputation? Are you out of your mind?
- Nora.

Okay, let's just try to stay calm, and we'll...

Who's gonna stay calm when
you're talking about amputating his feet?

Nora!

He'd hate us for giving up.

We're not giving up. Are you listening?

I don't want him to suffer
for the next 20 years.

- What's going on? Is dad okay?
- Yeah.

Mama's got it, babe.

Tawni, please.

Look me in the eyes.
Tell me this is what he'd want.

What if we try the other way?

We know the concerns.

Could he race again?

Possibly.

Yeah.

- You're serious?
- It's his third crash.

No doctor's ever taken his legs,

and I don't want to be the first.

No, wait, Joel, is this about
you or the patient?

It's always about the patient.

- I'm not so sure.
- How can you even say that? Listen to me.

Look, it's because it's him, all right?

You don't know him.

I know who he is,
and I get this guy, all right?

We need to do everything we can.

What about the family?
What's right for them?

This is my field of expertise.

I believe it's gonna work.

Okay.

She's not crazy. She did a very crazy thing.

She won't do it again.

She's freshly out
of an abusive relationship...

traumatized.

I mean, it was an act
of desperation. It's...

- She told you that?
- Yes.

She told it all to me just now.

And, frankly, I feel somewhat responsible.

I didn't see this in the consultation.

Well, I guess you weren't looking for it.

Well, I'm seeing it now,
and I think it's cruel

to keep her on a locked ward
without all the facts.

Oh, she had lots of facts.

You told her how to cut her boob off.

Oh.

I see. You have a problem
with plastic surgery. Right.

Promotes low self-esteem,
is bad for a woman's image.

- I get it.
- You've been thinking a lot about this, eh?

You know, I do a lot of surgeries,

just as I'm sure
you see mildly unhappy people

who just want to talk about themselves.

I-I mean, obviously, Megan needs therapy.

I just think that...

that committing her is a step too far.

- Okay, I'll go talk to her.
- Thank you.

Here you go, boss.

We salvaged what we could,
some cartilage, too, but, um...

That's all that's left of the foot?

Yeah. That's all I could save.

What now?

Okay, so, the plan is to

re-implant the articular pieces.

Then we use the rest to template the foot,

and then we discard them.

So, there's the cuboid.

Articular cartilage we got there,

and these are the proximal phalanges here.

Could you just put that one at the front?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yep.

There's got to be at least
two dozen bones here.

At least they are here.

Why don't I, uh, suture the cadaver skin

onto this foot while you rebuild that one?

Sounds like a plan.

Pick-ups.

You're still thinking about
the Dana thing, aren't you?

I'm thinking about the patient.

It's all right if you are.

You can continue to think about that.

No, I'm fine. I wasn't even in the picture.

Mm-hmm.

That's all, though, right?

- Hmm?
- Dana, Maggie, Heidi.

No more surprises.

No more surprises.

Hey. Promise.

Dr. Murphy... did he leave
a forwarding number?

I need his opinion on a former patient.

Oh, a dirty mug, some files, but no number.

I don't think he was keen on being found.

So, I-I read your paper on LSD.

So, you're interested in hallucinations.

Mm-hmm.

Um... well, I might have a patient for you.

A referral?

Uh, sort of.

Me.

See, um,

occasionally

I see things that, uh, you could refer to
as hallucinations.

Well, there's a theory
that in the bronze age,

hallucinations were just a way
for the brain to talk to itself.

Right. So I have a caveman brain.

You have an interesting brain.

Well, today I couldn't tell the difference

between what was real and what wasn't.

Sounds like a bit of an unfurling.

Um... any big changes recently?

All right, Sharpe,
how's our patient holding up?

Mean arterial pressure's hovering around 80.

That is music to my ears.

So, what are you gonna say to the family

if things don't work out?

I don't really think about

any conversation till I have to, Alex.

It's important to find the right words.

Alex,

a guy like Nate wakes up,
you know what he's gonna ask?

He's gonna say,
"when am I gonna race again?"

Not "if," but "when."

That's what these guys are like.

Those are gonna be the words.

That is gonna be the conversation.

He could have been brought
to a different hospital,

different doctors
who made different choices.

It just makes you realize
how random everything is.

Anything smaller on your mind, Dr. Reid?

Just thinking.

- Oh, hey, you paged me.
- Hey. Yeah.

So, listen, a buddy of mine from the general

heard about the whole
parking-lot boob thing.

Will people stop saying "boob"?

Sorry. Yeah. Your buddy from the general.

Right, so, your patient is a frequent flyer.

- Megan?
- Yeah.

Good thing she's up in the old...

If you're talking about Megan,
she's being discharged right now.

Ugh.

And the whole crazy whistling thing is disrespectful.

- You discharged her?
- On my advice.

What's the deal here, Zach?

You have been mightily, mightily snowed.

Run, children, run.

Oh, give me the damn chart.

You experienced a rare
complication of pregnancy.

The placenta became detached
from the uterus.

It can happen suddenly, without warning.

What about my baby?

I'm sorry. The fetus didn't survive.

It's my fault.

I never should have gotten on that plane.

No, flying didn't cause your miscarriage.

It sometimes just...

happens.

There's nothing you could have done.

Your husband's on a plane now.
He's on his way.

You're the doctor who found me?

Uh... yeah.

Um, I heard you calling out.

Thank you.

How am I supposed to get through this?

I know it seems impossible right now, but...

you will.

How do you know?

I don't know. You, uh...

you bet on the future, I guess.

That sounds like the kind
of advice I would give.

Did you buy the stock?

I'm sorry?

Never mind. I...

It must have been a dream...

'cause I feel like we've met before.

Forget it.

Okay.

Why do we always end up going

through the worst experiences
of our lives when we're alone?

You're not alone.

Uh, Megan...

I see you had a bike accident last year.

Yeah, I-I ran into a parked car,
broke my nose.

Uh-huh, and the year before,

you had jaw surgery to correct an underbite?

Yeah, I had a hard time closing my mouth.

You've had a lot of unlucky breaks, Megan.

I guess so.

There is no ex-boyfriend, is there, Megan?

What?

You have been staging these accidents

to get cosmetic surgeries, haven't you?

You have body dysmorphic disorder.

What's that?

You perceive imperfections in yourself

that no one else notices.

And this is a very serious
condition you have,

but this is a real opportunity
for you to get help.

I don't know what you mean.

I think you do.

I think you know exactly what we mean.

I'm-I'm fine.

Really, y-you don't have to worry about me.

Megan, you need real help.

You did help me.

Thank you.

- Can't you do something about this?
- No.

We have to let her go.

Whew! Will you look at that?

These feet are actually starting
to look like feet.

Let's get him up to ICU.

He's done.

We are done.

And then I will page Melanda,
let her know he's coming up,

and then she can let the family up.

Selena.

She is really, really grateful
for that ride home you gave her.

Alex Reid.

Joel Goran.

Is there something
that you'd like to tell me?

Full disclosure.

Yes, there was a moment, okay?

She kissed me.

Look, I think she misunderstood something

because what started as a thank-you

ended up being a kiss.

And it was inappropriate, but, you know...

look, I said nothing because...

Well, it meant nothing.

You sure about that?

Yes. I'm very sure about that.

Oh.

Hey, my little lady.

Daddy!

Rachel, don't jump up on daddy.
Give him some space.

Sweetie, the doctors are here.

Mr. Stewart, you had a close call today.

Had your work cut out for you, docs.

Yeah, we're gonna be seeing
a lot of each other,

Mr. Stewart, but, um, for now,
it all looks pretty positive.

So...

when can I race again?

Do you think we fit?

- Not a doubt in my mind.
- I have doubts.

Alex, she kissed me.

This isn't about the kiss.

Y-you said that there was nothing else.

And there isn't anything else.

Listen, I just spent the day
saving a man's legs,

so forgive me if I can't remember a kiss
from a woman

- who I barely even know, right?
- Okay, fine.

How... how come I don't know

about the clinic and your knife fights?

- There was no knife fight is why!
- Joel, am I the only one

who doesn't know about all this stuff?

Okay, listen to me.

The clinic, yes,
it was a-an inspiring thing,

- and it's...
- Yes, yeah, it was a thing.

And this morning, you had a new thing.

- Liberia?
- Yes.

Joel, every time that you're bored,

you want something new...

you want something bigger, brighter, better.

- That is not fair. Stop.
- It's happening again!

What we have is great

until it stops being great,
and then it becomes nothing.

What are you talking about? You know what?
I'm not even listening.

This is a product of your exhaustion.

- No, it's not exhaustion!
- Yes, it almost certainly is,

Alex, all right, because... you know what?

We need to stop and just
consider what we're saying.

No, I need to stop this because
I know how it ends. We crash!

- No, we don't crash, Alex!
- You always crash!

We make this work!

We can't.

We can't because I'm me and you're you.

Don't...

I saved the date.

Listen, I know you probably want
an explanation as to why I...

Kissed me?

The kiss. We kissed.

It was nothing.

Oh, I'm not saying it was something,

but it wasn't nothing.

Why did you do it?

Maybe I was bored.

So I should be flattered?

Oh, Dr. Lin, get over yourself.

Just forget it ever happened.

Is that what you're doing?

You're marrying a guy you hardly know.

Most of my orthodox friends
were married by 22.

I'm 27.

Not to mention, as an educated woman,

I'm considered completely undatable.

It's a miracle I found a man at all

before I shrivel up and die.

You don't have to get married.

I want to be married.

But do you love him?

Hey, Charlie, I didn't expect
to see you here today.

Yeah, that, uh... that was the plan.

Everything okay?

Yeah. No.

Me neither.

Well, aren't we the lord
and lady of "downer" abbey?

Good night, Charlie.

Yeah, good night.

- It took you long enough.
- Hey, um...

Let's go.

How did, uh... how did the fundraiser go?

Apparently, there are 17 steps
to making a crepe.

Oh, really? See, I thought there were 19.

I learned something new.

How was your day?

Oh, you know, mangled feet, bloody boobs.

It's all rainbows
and respirators in the ICU.

Mm, yeah, I think I'm just gonna go home

and, you know, have a drink,
watch some bad TV.

Okay. See you tomorrow, Dr. Miller.

Or...

you can come to my house tonight.

It's a school night.

I don't have the kids.

I have homework.

I can help with that.

- Really? How?
- I'm a doctor.

I'll bring my lab coat,

and we can work on our bedside manner.

Then I'll never get my paper done.

Okay. Well...

Offer's off the table, then.

Uh, Dr. Miller?

Hmm?

There is one thing that's been bugging me.

Maybe you could take a look at it?

Uh, yeah, I should be able to fit you in.

Say 20 minutes?

It might need a full work-up. 10?

Yeah. 10.

Mm.

I lost your engagement ring today.

I tried it on, and it flew off my finger.

Didn't I give that back to Charlie?

No, but

I wish I'd thought
of that line 12 hours ago.

This is the part where
you get really, really mad.

Nah. Not really. I mean, maybe.

I'm just too tired to care.

You okay?

You want to talk?

Yeah.

I'm sorry about the ring.

It's okay.

Monogamy literally rejects me.

What?

Never mind.

- Oh, don't tell me she's back.
- No.

I just brought you a nice,
hot cup of coffee.

Thank you.

No, no, she's not gonna be back.

I think she's gonna move on to...

Yeah, someone who's not on to her.

- Exactly.
- Great.

You didn't do anything wrong.

- Why do I feel so horrible?
- I don't know.

I treat 'em and street 'em.

I make mistakes every day, several mistakes.

You just said I didn't do anything wrong.

See? I just made another mistake.

Sometimes we miss things.

Yeah, but, you know,

a lot of my patients are return clients.

So, the question is, am I seeing

what's really there
or just what I want to see?

You're a good doctor.

I get that a lot.

Good night, Dana.

Thanks, Zach.

You're right, and...

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