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Previously on Good Sam... I spoke with the board.

They're not just gonna hand you
the reins at the end of this.

They're gonna choose between us.

The next time
you want to help me,

don't screw my best friend!

It was good back then.

We... cannot go back
to the way it was.

She's starting a war
she can't win.

You let Lakeshore lose
an eight-figure donation.

And pinned it on me.

I did tell you that
the lesson was gonna hurt.

I assume you're here to collect
on our agreement.

What exactly do you have planned
for my father?

This isn't about your father.

It's your mother
we need to talk about.

The day your whole life changes

starts like any other day.

You wake up...

and life is just
how you left it.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Sometimes that's a good thing.

Sometimes it's not.

Mostly...

...it's just another day.

And that's when it happens.

55-year-old male,

single gunshot wound
to the chest and hypotensive.

Inbound now.

Someone points a gun,

pulls the trigger.

Next thing you know,

you're being supervised by
a surgeon decades your junior,

whose experience and expertise
bear no comparison to your own.

It is tragic, really.

Kind of making it all about you,
aren't you?

Well, gunshot wounds have
that effect on me.

Thank you for your
insights, Doctor.

Perhaps we can focus
on today's case.

Yeah, you're right.
Got to fix him up

before a subordinate
swipes his job.

Deep down, he doesn't
really mean that.

Deep down, yes,
he really does.

.30 caliber GSW
to the abdomen.

His hunting partner accidentally
shot him from about 30 feet.

- Exit wound?
- No.

Start a large-bore IV.

Get all the O negative
you can carry.

There's so much blood.

How bad is it?

Please...

don't let me die.

[gunshot, screaming]
Single shot from behind.

Bullet - exited through the abdomen.
Prep an OR!

Dad. Shh.

Try not to talk.

Don't...

don't let me die.

I won't.

Dad?

Dad.

Dad?

Are you with us?

Let's get him on the monitors.
Hang two units.

- How's the FAST?
- Hemopericardium.

Right. We got to remove
the blood from around the heart.

Pericardiocentesis,
needle and syringe.

Carl?

I'm his wife. The paramedics
took forever to get here.

Is he okay?

- Carl!
- No, no.

He's coding.

Carl!
18-gauge needle.

60cc syringe. Skin prep.

- Skin prep!
- No!

No.

You do not have privileges

to touch patients,
do you understand me?

I'm doing it.

Stand down, Doctor.

Let's get him to the OR.

Not you.

- What? You need me in there.
- You're family.

You need another set of hands.

I mean, hemorrhage
control alone... It's a no.

I'll scrub in.

Okay.

I got him. Okay. Okay.

Two units are in.
He's still tachy,

- but his pressure's stabilizing.
- Okay. Let's get him to imaging.

I need to see how much damage
this bullet did.
Okay.

That was intense.

Yeah. Thank you
for stepping in.

Gunshot wounds are hard enough
without him grabbing instruments

- behind my back.
- He was just trying to help.

I'm not defending him.

He can't touch patients,
and he shouldn't.

But, you know,
sometimes instinct takes over.

I get that.

I really do.

But he acts like
this proctorship is

something that I'm doing to him
and not for him,

and...

- Is it weird to talk about him?
- Yeah, it's weird.

But I think we have
to talk about it

if we're gonna get
back to normal.

Probably right.

For the record,
I'm glad we're talking,

- even if it's weird.
- Me, too.

- Why are we hiding?
- Rhonda.

I owe her a favor,

and I have been trying
to put her off...

...as long as I can.

How are you gonna do that
when you have

the department chiefs'
meeting today?

Oh, that's right.

Hey.

It's a good thing.

It's your first year
representing the department.

I know,
and I'm very excited about it.

- Mm-hmm.
- But, you know...

Rhonda.

Why is my mom paging me?

Why is your mom paging me?

Why is Pyne in
the surgeons' lounge?

He is a doctor here.

- Psychiatry is not surgery.
- Psychiatry is not surgery.

So...

do you, uh,
mind explaining to me

what just happened
in the ER?

Difference of opinion.

It was a tug-of-war over
a pericardiocentesis needle,

and it is not acceptable.

I've asked Dr. Pyne
to come here today

to make sure
this doesn't happen again.

Thank you.

Let's begin with
a deep, cleansing breath.

First we inhale.

Then exhale.

Sorry.

Pyne, that was,
that was...

That's an inhale
and then an exhale?

No, he said exhale first.

So n-- not inhale?

Would you go over it again?

I think we're a little confused.

If you two were as unified
with the patient

as you are
in your dislike of me,

perhaps we wouldn't be here
in the first place.

Can we just agree it won't
happen again and move on?

That's a good start,

but I'm interested in
why it happened.

If we can excavate
some emotions,

I feel we can...

Sorry. Carry on.

We can prevent future incidents.

Sorry.

Dr. Pyne is offering
his services to anyone

who would like to talk,

and so, I suggest
you take him up on it.

I can't have your emotions
clouding your judgment.

That's absolutely right.

You should book
a double session with him.

Humor as a defense mechanism.

It's understandable,
given how much

you have in common
with this patient.

I have nothing in common
with him.

Really?

A father, in his prime,

shot through no fault
of his own.

I could be describing you.

Well, as you're talking,
I'm struck by the fact

that you... you actually charge
for this stuff.

You don't see the similarities.

Then what happened in the ER?

- Ask her.
- How is this my fault?

You stepped between me
and a patient.

To prevent you from violating

the legal terms
of your proctorship.

- To show me who's boss.
- That is not what this was.

You want to know the difference
between me and this patient?

- Enlighten us.
- The bullet exited my body.

It's stuck inside his.

He's semiconscious.
I was comatose.

He was out hunting.
I was shot in my place of work.

The list goes on,

culminating in our presumably
opposing stances

on gun control,

but the biggest difference is

that his family saw his shooting
as a tragedy,

and mine saw it
as a career opportunity.

Dr. Griffith,
I handed your department

a multimillion-dollar donor.

We had a deal.

Our deal was about my dad.

Our deal was I help you,
you help me.

I never specified
the nature of the favor.

Okay.

Fine. Let's get
this over with.

As you know, I own
a chain of surgical centers

under the Lakeshore banner.

They make a lot of money.

But most of that money goes
back to the hospital.

Well, the hospital's name is
over the door.

That's what brings
all the patients in.

My skill at crafting
the perfect breast is

what brings them in.

Lakeshore gets 60%
of what I make.

Does that seem fair to you?

I have been trying
to renegotiate my profit split

with your mother for years.

I just keep getting the Heisman.

So, you want me
to talk to my mom?

No, I want you to bring it up
at the chiefs' meeting.

She can say no to me,
but not to a room

full of chiefs
demanding fair pay.

I don't have a surgical center.

Just bring it up, and your debt
to me will be paid in full.

Fine.

First, I'm gonna help
my patient,

and then I will help you.

See you at the meeting.

Ugh.

Tim's checking in again
about the gunshot case.

I already told him
we don't know anything yet.

Well, maybe he's
checking in on you.

Why?

Because he loves you.

Because it was traumatic.

He's a paramedic.
Trauma pays our bills.

People get shot every day.

Indeed they do,
Dr. Costa.

I'd like an update on
the patient's blood volume

and an updated creatinine to see

how his kidneys are responding
to the fluids.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

- How you doing?
- Hmm?

Oh, I'm always a little on edge
after a shooting,

and Griff isn't even my father.

Are you saying I'm on edge?

No, no, no. Not saying that.

Just saying that if you were,

and if you wanted
to talk about it,

we could.

But you aren't, so we won't.

CT scans just came in.

Good.

The bullet's lodged

at the bottom
of the aortic arch.

Wow, a millimeter further
and he'd be dead.

Looks like the impact
injured the vessel wall.

Mm, you're right.
Pseudoaneurysm.

Luckily, it's small
and asymptomatic.

For now.

He's still coagulopathic
from the trauma.

If we go in
to remove that bullet,

we risk uncontrolled bleeding.

He's being transfused
with packed red blood cells

and clotting factors
as we speak.

Good. So we wait.

We'll monitor
the pseudoaneurysm closely.

Leave that bullet in, it could erode to the aortic wall

or dislodge entirely.

Both highly unlikely.

If we give him time,

his hemostatic abnormalities
could correct on their own.

The worst thing a heart surgeon
can do is hope for the best.

The bullet has to come out.

The bullet stays in for now.

I want Q1 hour updates
on his labs

so we can get him in an OR

when he's stable.

What are you doing?

nothing.

If you're going to put protocols
ahead of patient care...

This proctorship is not
a punishment.

I am trying
to help you get there.

By tying my hands during
an emergent procedure?

I understand how you feel.

You couldn't possibly.

You don't think that I felt
helpless after you got shot?

I know exactly
how devastating it is

to want to help
and not be able to do anything.

Well, you seem to have got
over it.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You don't have to keep
checking up on me.

You aren't answering my texts.

I just couldn't find
the right emoji

for "gunshot patient
stable, as am I."

Well, it's okay if you're not,
you know.

Even Sam and Griff were rattled
by that whole scene.

Well, they lack my advantage
in times like these.

What advantage is that?

The fact that I'm
well-suited for stress.

So, you sat up
talking to yourself

the night your Uncle Terry died?

Or when your passport was stolen
in Rio, you talked yourself

out of a panic attack
at the U.S. Embassy?

Okay, hold on a minute... Yeah, and you-you got yourself

through these last three years
of residency by, what,

being naturally well-suited
for stress?

I never said that you had... The thing is, Joey,

is that people actually believe
this act of yours.

Dr. Costa,
he doesn't need anybody.

And they don't know that
I have been here the whole time,

supporting you,
holding you up.

They don't see me.

But I thought you did.

- Tim.
- Don't.

Well, good work, everyone.

- Any other business?
- Uh, I'm new here,

but I do have
a topic to raise.

Go ahead, Dr. Griffith.

It's about the outpatient
surgical centers

affiliated with Lakeshore.

- What about them?
- Well...

everyone works equally hard
to run those centers.

And, um, shouldn't everyone
be compensated equally?

The, uh, budget committee meets,
when, next quarter?

Let's table it until then.

Who says we aren't
being compensated equally?

How would we know?

You can't.

Not without violating
confidentiality agreements.

It's fine.
I'm sure we all make

the same 40%,40?

- I get 30.
- I only get 25.

This makes no sense.
- I get 35.

I don't see how this
- can be fair.
- Did you know about this?

Uh...

Rhonda's cut is
the highest here.

Mm-hmm.
My eyes have been opened.

Dr. Katz, how do you explain
this inequity?

I asked the question.

My mother shouldn't
have to answer...

- I want to renegotiate my deal.
- What are you gonna do about it, Vivian?

I will take this matter
into consideration.

Meeting adjourned.

I told you not to get involved
with Rhonda.

This is a political nightmare
for me, Sam.

I didn't know she had
the biggest split.

You also don't know
that the splits are based

on the profit
each center generates.

Giving everyone the same
split sounds good,

but it doesn't make
financial sense.

You're right.

I am the CMO. This is my lane.

Do I tell you how to perform
your surgeries?

I want to help make this right.

There has to be a solution.

There is, an expensive one.

I need to find half
a million dollars in my budget

that I already know
I don't have.

Unless I want to face a mutiny.

I'd like to wait
for the swelling to go down

before removing the bullet.

We just don't want to put him
under more stress

- than he can handle.
- That's good.

Let's wait.

It'll give my son
time to get here.

The visibility was so bad today,

I told him not to go hunting.

If I had known

how this day was going to end...

It's not over.
He just needs time to heal.

Someone came to ask
if he has a DNR.

That can't be a good sign.

We are doing everything we can.

Why are they asking
about his DNR?

H-He just got out of surgery,

Anders said that it went well.

He also said that

your father's DNR is, um...

It's not on file.

We have to find it, and I, um...

I just...

I don't even know
where to look for it.

I don't know
where our divorce papers are.

- It's been so long.
- I will find the DNR.

Thank you.

We're not gonna need it,
but I will find it.

I, uh...

I should go upstairs.

I've got a million fires
to put out.

Okay.

Are you coming?

No, I'm gonna stay
a little longer.

Just in case anything changes.

Okay.

Okay, I've got a good one
for you.

68-year-old male with worsening
shortness of breath

found to be in
advanced heart failure.

Now, I know that you would say

he's a classic LVAD candidate,
but...

what if his decline is related
to his thyroid condition?

If we can get his A-fib
under control,

it might allow
for some cardiac recovery.

Thoughts?

Did you sleep here again?

Something can change
at any moment.

I just don't want to miss it.

Sam, it's been weeks.

And with you down here,

I am out a department head
and a surgeon.

The department is unraveling.

I just...

I just need to know
what your plans are here.

I don't...

- Shh. Do you hear that?
- What?

The tempo changed.

I need a crash cart
in here, now!

Sam, what are you... He's about to code!

Do we know his orders?

I never found a DNR. Go!

Charging to 200.

Clear.

Charge it again.

Clear.

Okay, he's back in sinus tach.

- Come on, Dad.
- Come on.

Come back.

Dad.

Um...

I've been thinking about
what happened earlier,

and I think it is time
to give you this.

Instruments and manual assessment.

You've passed your motor skills
and your dexterity assessments.

I'd planned on
signing off on implements

next week, per the schedule,
but you're ready now.

- Mm-hmm.
- And after this, you'll advance

to second assist during surgery,
then first assist...

I know how it works.

I thought you would be happy
about this.

Happy?

You get to lay hands
on patients again.

I get to take blood pressure,

change bandages.

This is supposed to feel
like a win.

Compared to what I've lost?

Okay, I'm doing the best I can
- here.
- Well, I'm not.

I'm not doing anything.

This isn't a win.

It isn't even
a consolation prize.

If you gave Picasso
finger paints,

you think he'd say thank you?

I am sorry what I said
- upset you.
- No.

- I'm sorry that you feel upset?
- Still no.

Oh, come on, Donna,
give me a break.

I'm sorry, Dr. Costa.
I'm just not buying it.

How can he think
I take him for granted?

We live together.

- That doesn't say it all?
- Mm. Not necessarily.

You could be roommates.

Or cellmates.

Rhonda Glass please.

This is the third time
I've called.

Tell her to call me back.

Have you considered just telling
him that you appreciate him?

When was the last time
you thanked him

for everything he does?

I thought it was implied.

Okay.

Carl's numbers are not
what we'd hoped.

He's still acidotic.

His INR is elevated.

I want to rerun his labs.

And I'd like to increase
the dosage on his TXA drip.

Dr. Griffith.

Why don't you handle that?

You cleared him
- to administer meds.
- Yeah.

Among other things.

That's a big step.

Will you let me know
when you have those labs please?

Thanks.

What's going on here?

I don't know, I...

I was just...

The shooting.

There was a shooting.

It was a doctor like me.

Uh, no.

- Much better than me, actually.
- Lakeshore.

Yeah, we got the call
about that.

Did he make it?

You would know
if you weren't passed out

in this parking lot
all night...

Dr. Tucker.

I see so many bodies,

cut open, but...

you know, seeing him like that,
I just...

I couldn't take it.

Sam.

I need to go.

No. Step out of the car, please.

I just...

I really need to get back
to the hospital.

Look.
Either I take you home,

you get cleaned up
and get yourself some help...

or I bring you in
on suspicion of a DUI

and have the court
order you to do it.

They say, "When you hit
rock bottom, stop digging."

So I did.

I have wondered
what happened to you that day

so many times.

Failing you was my low point,

but it made me
turn my life around.

And I've been sober ever since.

You've been in recovery
for months?

I'm sorry I didn't
tell you sooner,

but I want you to know
that you can talk to me.

I've changed,

and I know that

that's probably hard to believe.

So I thought hearing
the whole story might help.

It does help.

Thank you.

Hey. How could you drag
my mother into this?

Her practices are unfair,
and she got caught.

Oh, please.
You don't care about fair.

Your rhinoplasties alone
make more money

than Dr. Bhatt's
entire GI center.

I didn't pick
the man's specialty.

There's no money in bowels.

And what, getting
ten grand a tummy tuck

isn't enough for you?

I charge more than that.

And being told
how much of my money

I get to keep
really chaps my ass.

Hey, Mom.

I have an idea how to undo
this whole Rhonda mess.

Okay? Call me back.

I don't mean to brag,
but you're basically getting

a sponge bath
from a world-class surgeon.

You got a raw deal, pal.

But you've got a family
that needs you, so...

there's still time.

Things can turn around.

How long has his hand
been twitching like that?

He's having a seizure.

Pseudoaneurysm is
throwing off microthrombi.

I need two milligrams
IV lorazepam

and Fosphenytoin in here.

Tell the OR we're coming.

We got to get
the bullet out now.

All right, let's get him open

and find that bullet.

Dr. Griffith,

will you do the honors?

Spreaders.

There you go,
like riding a bicycle.

Let's do this.

More light.

Bullet's gone.

It's migrated into
the circulatory system.

Well, we have to find it fast.

Looks like the rupture
was self-contained.

I'm gonna fix the hole

in the aortic arch while
Dr. Griffith finds that bullet.

Do you think you can do it

without going on pump?

I'm gonna try. Side clamp.

Tell me you can see it.

Descending aorta's clean.

What about the arms?

Diminished pulse
in the left arm.

Gotcha.

It's lodged in the left
subclavian artery.

- Very bad.
- Not good.

Scalpel.

Can't see to get
- primary control.
- There.

Thank you.

Sponge forceps.

BP is dropping.

I need a...

- Potts scissors.
- Thank you.

Increase the patient's... Norepinephrine drip.

Suction.

I'm running out of time.
This is a needle in a haystack.

You can do this.
There's still time.

Got it.

Let's get him closed up.

After reflecting

upon the tremendous value

each of you brings
to Lakeshore,

the hospital has agreed

to raise all your profit splits

- to 40%, matching Dr. Glass's.
- Thank you.

Effective immediately.

I thank you all

for bringing this
to my attention.

That must've cost
a pretty penny.

As do your tummy tucks,
Dr. Glass.

The post-op complications
of which have been deemed

too risky to allow
outside a hospital setting.

You can't force me
to stop doing these procedures

at my centers.

Yes, we can.

So, you're gonna use
my tummy tucks

to pay for
everyone else's raise?

Mm-hmm.

What do I get?

Continued affiliation
with this hospital.

And, of course,
the satisfaction of contributing

to a much fairer
compensation plan.

That'll be all.

It was good to have you
in there, Dad.

As your scrub nurse?

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Forget it.

What is wrong with you?

Aren't you happy you just got
back into surgery?

I was, actually.

And then I got back out here.

Can you be grateful
for one second?

I know things have changed.

Nothing changed.

Not for me.

I blinked.

We talked about this.

I blinked and everything else

had changed.

There was a scar on my chest,
and everything was...

was-was gone.

My job, my office, my...

standing in the hospital
that I put on the map.

Even you.

All gone.

I woke up to discover...

just how easily
I can be replaced.

So, I got another case
for you, Doctor.

Female in her 30s.

Her boss took an, um...

unexpected leave of absence.

His department is not
doing so great,

and they want her to fill in,

which may seem like
a good solution.

You know, she knows
the hospital, knows the drill.

She...

she knows the job.

Problem is,
she doesn't want to do it.

Don't make me do this.

You can't just
leave me here, you know.

You have responsibilities.

Your department needs you,
and your daughter needs you.

I'll look out for everything
for now, okay?

But you...

you have to wake up.

Do you hear me?

Please wake up.

Okay.

I'll wait.

Hey.

Good thinking
using Rhonda's profits

to even out the pay gap.

I'm sorry it happened
in the first place.

I'm sorry I didn't listen to you
about Rhonda.

We can't let her drive
a wedge into this family.

Well, I think the wedge is
already there.

Whose fault is that?

I'm tired of this fight, Dad.

You had a successful surgery
today, Griff.

I successfully held
a retractor.

I have the paperwork
to prove it. Signature, please.

By your good grace,

I might get to be a doctor
again someday.

I advanced your proctorship
ahead of schedule.

I let you assist on a surgery,

because I want you to succeed,
Dad.

- Sure.
- I always have.

Pens are in the right drawer,

unless you jumped
to change that, too.

That is not how it happened.

Really?
How did it happen? Hmm?

Exactly-- I'm just curious.

H-How long could you
bear to wait

before you stepped
into my shoes?

Was it a month?
Was it a week?

Enough, Griff.

I didn't want to have
to show you this,

but here.

My DNR.

Hmm.

You had it all this time?

You said,
"Don't let me die."

And if I'd handed that over,
they wouldn't have revived you.

So I lied, to everyone,
including Mom.

I violated the oath

that we both took!

A daughter is not supposed
to have to prove

that she loves her father.

But there you go, Dad,
there's your proof.

How long did I wait?

I would've waited forever.

Get me a crash cart!

Sorry. Where is the ICU?

Up those stairs.

I need one gram of calcium

and another gram of epi.

One more.

Clear.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

No.

Dad!

Sam.

Call it.

Time of death, 17:45.

You ready?

Ready.

To Carl.

This part never gets
any easier.

Mm-mm.

Today was harder than usual.

I just want to call Tim, but...

You haven't talked to him yet?

I haven't figured out
what to say.

You got the booze?

I, um...

I thought we could try
something new.

Better for our livers,
worse for our teeth.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

So...

friends?

Friends.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Where weren't you at the lake?

Dr. Trulie?

Are you okay?

Yeah. Um...

Sam is waiting, uh,
for an update,

and I have to tell her
that Griff is stable.

Though we are monitoring
the hemorrhaging,

and, um, his pressure is, uh...

Take a breath.

- Hey. Just breathe.
- No.

It's my job,
and I have to do it.

Look at me. Look at me.

Deep breath in.

Hold it.

There you go.

Now let it out, slowly.

I will make you a deal.

I will update Sam and Vivian
right now.

Thank you.

If...

you come see me in my office
tomorrow after work.

Okay?

O-Okay.

Why didn't you tell Sam
about you and Griff?

I didn't know what to tell her.

I didn't know what it was,

if it would last.

And then?

I didn't want to make things
harder for her.

So you made them harder
for yourself.

Yeah.

This isn't just about
the shooting, Lex.

You carrying a secret,
alone, for months,

it's taken a toll.

And it will continue to,

unless you get
the support and love you need

to be whole.

My sister Mia...

She's been wanting me
to come visit.

I could, um, do that.

Take some time.

Clear my head.

That sounds like
a really healthy choice.

Yeah.

Hey.

I was hoping we could talk.

Yeah. Me, too.
It's about my dad.

They, um,

they asked me to be chief.

They did?

I mean, interim chief, but...

That's great.

It's an honor.

I just...

I just finished my fellowship.

I don't know the first thing
about being chief.

So you'll learn.

They wouldn't have asked you

if they didn't think
you were up to it.

I think I could be up to it,
if you're with me.

- With you?
- If this door

is gonna open for me,
it can open for both of us.

We could do this
together, and...

Sorry, do you
need to get that?

No. It's just my sister.

But I am with you.

Really?

Of course, Chief.

We keep talking about getting
our friendship back to normal,

but normal was a
problem for me, Sam.

What do you mean?

I wasn't just

your subordinate at work. I
was your subordinate in life.

The more you advanced
at the job,

the more my needs
came second to yours.

That's not how I saw
our friendship.

Maybe not, but it's how it was.

You don't even know

what I was going through
a lot of the time

because I didn't tell you.

I...You had a lot
on your plate,

and I wanted to be there
for you.

I want to be there
for you, too. I...

No job should ever get
in the way of that, Lex. I...Sam,

I cannot put myself second
to you anymore.

Okay?
I need to do things differently.

Whatever you need, I support.

You should never
come second,

especially in our friendship.

I really hope you mean that.

First surgery together,
and we lost the patient.

Not a good sign.

Well, his odds were
slim to start with.

As were mine.

That patient could've
easily been me.

I made it thanks to you.

You had a lot
of good doctors.

Well, you gave me a
second chance, and I...

I would like to use it.

What does that mean?

There's a reason I
want this job back.

And it has to be this
job, this department,

- this hospital.
- Because you built it.

No. I built it.
It's bricks and mortar,

bedsheets that
could go anywhere.

So what? Because it's
the natural order of things?

Because it's where you are.

- You've never said that before.
- I want to be chief,

but I also want to be
your father.

I want to start over,
do things differently.

From the day I woke up.

You have a time machine
I don't know about?

Okay.

Go with me.

- Wow.
- What are you doing?

Waking up from a coma.

Oh, Lord, it's a miracle.

Where am I? What day is it?
- Who won the Super Bowl?
- Dad.

How are you?

That's what I
should have asked.

How are you doing?

Instead, I asked about work.

- Maybe work's all we have.
- No,

Sam.

I'm your father.

What do we have in common
- besides medicine?
- Why don't we try

and find out. Over breakfast.

Breakfast?

Do you eat breakfast?

- Yes.
- See? There you go.

Something we have in common
already.

The day your whole life changes

starts like any other day.

You wake up,

and life
is just how you left it.

Hey. Just hear me out.

There's nothing to say, Joey.

You're right.

There's nothing to say.

Or, at least, I can't say it.

Because I don't have
the words

to describe
what you mean to me.

But today,
I saw a woman lose her husband,

and it made me think
about losing you.

Or, at least, I tried to,
but I couldn't

because I don't know

what life would be like
without you,

and I don't want to find out.

Ever.

So...

Here's something better
than words.

And that's when it happens. What?

Marry me.

Please.

Yes.

Yeah.

Just kiss me, you idiot.

In an instant,

the life you knew is gone.

"But maybe that's okay,

"because maybe it's time
to start something new.

Something better."Mm.

Kind of making this all
about you, aren't you?

Exactly.

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