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Can I help you?
- My name's Miles Browne.
I'm your father.

Go home.
- Whoa.

I think
you're having a stroke.

I have terminal cancer.

I waited for you,
and you left.

I thought about you
every day.

It's good we're not
roommates anymore.

'Cause
I couldn't do this.

Having sex
doesn't make us a thing.

You need to see
other women.

Why? I don't
really want to...
- No excuses.

You wanna come back
to my place for a little more?

Just sleeping with you
isn't good for me.

I want to give Heather
a chance.

Thanks for cooking.
- Mm-hmm.

And the new skillet.

The chicken
was delicious.

What'd I tell you?

Cast iron kicks ass.

Wait till you sear
a steak in it.

You won't believe
the difference.

I'll definitely try it.

Mm.

So, you up for a movie?

Actually, I thought maybe
we could just talk.

Oh. We've spent
all night talking.

Yeah, about our jobs,
the news, the weather,

but...

We, uh...

We never really
talked about the past.

Oh, we did.

When you were
in the hospital.

Barely.

Have you forgiven me?

I...

I'd rather
just watch a movie.

Claire, I don't...
- If you want to join, great.

If not, let's just
call it a night.

Okay. Movie it is.

Okay.

How'd your
presentation go?

It was long.

Didn't you do laundry
yesterday?

I'm not doing laundry.
I'm packing.

For our camping trip.

We've done nothing but work
for three weeks,

and neither of us feels...

Better.

A weekend in the woods

isn't going to
change anything,

not to mention you can't even
sleep on a couch,

much less outside
on the ground.

I agree.

It's going to be a challenge,
but that's the point.

The further outside
our comfort zones we go,

the more distracted
we'll be.

Whoa!

It's me!
It's me, okay?

Don't shoot.
- Are you okay?

I'm fine. Can you put
the gun down, please?

I opened the door,
and the alarm went off.

It's broken.

Oh, thank God.

Man.
- I thought somebody, uh...

Hi.

Hi.

It's not loaded.

Yeah. Good.

No. No, not good.

I store this
loaded always.

I unloaded it.

For this exact reason.
You could've killed me.

And if you had
been an intruder,
you could've killed me.

I'm not an intruder. I'm me.

Hello?

You had the gun pointed
right at my head.

No. I was aiming
center mass.

My finger wasn't even
on the trigger.

Thank you very much
for the apology.

Really appreciate it.

Apology?

What in the world
would make you think

that it was okay
to unload my gun?

You almost shot me
center mass, okay?

But by all means,
don't apologize!

I did not
almost shoot you,

and if you don't stop
with the apology cr...

I'm going to bed.

Alone.

The discoloration is a
deeper red than her last exam.

And it's warm
to the touch.

Ow!

Sorry. How long has it
been tender?

Uh... About a week.

Well, it's not a bruise
or muscle strain.

The AV malformation's
growing.

Which is why I've been
recommending surgery
since she was five.

And I've agreed
every time.

It's the first time
there's been any pain.

And the meds and the
nutritional supplements
have been working.

No, they haven't,

and puberty will accelerate
the growth even more,

which puts her at a high risk
for a spontaneous hemorrhage.

Turtleneck sweaters
are definitely not
the solution any longer.

She needs the surgery.

When?

We can admit her
and start the prep right now.

Awesome.

I hate turtlenecks.

Your EKG's normal,
cholesterol's low,

and I didn't see
any concerning moles.

I wear SPF 50 every day.

There was one thing.

I noticed that you previously
had been on antidepressants.

I stopped taking those
nine months ago.

They didn't help, and I found
an alternative therapy
that's working great.

Wonderful.

Cognitive
behavioral therapy?

Nope.
Uh, I'm injecting
a psilocybin serum

that I make from
hallucinogenic mushrooms

I grow
in my basement.

Okay, that's, uh, crazy.

You need to stop that
immediately.

There's tons of studies online
that show that psilocybin

causes dopamine surges
that treat depression.

And even more studies
that show that people

who self-medicate
with street drugs

end up more depressed,
addicted, and sometimes
even dead.

I spent a year researching
mushroom cultivation

and learning how to
extract the psilocybin.

And most importantly,

this is the first treatment
that's ever worked.

I've never felt better.

At least let me do
some additional tests

to make sure there aren't
any adverse side effects.

Sure.

I'm always open
to new information.

Good morning.
How can I help you?

We're here to camp
at Yosemite Creek.

Great. You have a reservation?

Reservation?

Campsites
are reservation only.

That's not true.

There are 27 first come,
first serve campsites.

There were 27 campsites
at 6:00 a.m.

By 6:45,
they were all taken.

I'm gonna need you
to turn the car around.

No, we need to go camping.

Sir, I understand
you're upset, but...

No. You...
You don't understand
at all why...

Shaun, it's okay.

We'll find another place
to camp.

Uh, thank you.

Tighten up.

Now work
from the outside in.

Eliminate
any arterial feeders.

This would be
a lot easier

if they'd let me do this
seven years ago.

It's not their fault.

They're scared of surgery
for their 12-year-old child.

They're arrogant.
And stubborn.

You're quiet.

Oh. Sorry.

I was actually thinking
about my own parents.

Miles thinks that we should
"deal with the past"

so that there's not
a barrier between us.

Things have been going
pretty good.

And why
mess with success?

I agree.

When it comes to parents,
some things,

in fact, many things,
should just be left unsaid.

Says the guy
who doesn't have
a relationship with his.

Yeah. Because I said things
that should have been unsaid.

Well, I agree
with Miles.

It's not gonna be
an easy conversation,

but...

Wounds that aren't treated
get worse.

There's blood
in her ET tube.

Must be
a bleeder in the airway.

Retract the wound.

The research
on psilocybin

for drug-resistant
depression is promising.

Apex of the lungs
look clear.

There's a big difference
between "promising"
and "proven."

Not to mention a drug
made by professionals

versus some guy growing
mushrooms in his basement.

You're the most
skeptical guy I know

about alternative medicine,
but this you agree with?

I'm not surprised.

That Park's
a total hypocrite?

That you two disagree.

You never agree
on anything.

I think you just...

Enjoy arguing
with each other.

You need to get closer.

Can you

focus on the left
inferior lobe?

Uh...

What is that?
- A lesion.

A fungal lesion.

This isn't camping.
It's tailgating.

There's trees,

a place we can pitch a tent

and build a fire.

It smells like gasoline.

Oh.

I think their generator
might have a leak.

Just what you want
right next to a campfire.

We have a view
of the lake.

It's pretty, isn't it?

Yeah.

We had to abort the laser
surgery due to a bleed,

but she's conscious and stable
now in post-op recovery.

The AVM infiltrated
too deep into the
upper lobe of the lung

to ablate
with the laser.

We'll have to go back in
and remove her collarbone
for better access.

Another surgery?

To remove her bone?

We'll put it back
after we excise the AVM.

She'll have to wear a brace
until the bone heals.

Vascular malformations
are chameleons.

It's hard to tell
where abnormal
blood vessels end

and normal ones begin.

You were all
a lot more confident

in your assessment
this morning.

We want to take
our daughter home.

Yeah.
- Now.

I'm sorry.
That's not possible.

The laser surgery caused
weakening in the AVM,

which means
it could rebleed
at any time.

Okay.

Okay.

You're lucky. If you scheduled
your physical a week later,

your liver and lungs
would be failing.

And after the surgery?

What about
my depression?

You're asking if you can
continue a treatment
that's killing you?

Before I started
the psilocybin injections...

I was miserable.

I-I couldn't sleep,
I barely ate.

I can't bear to face
that darkness again.

I don't know
if it's the psilocybin
or placebo effect,

or something else
neither of us understands,

but if you found
the light once...

You can find it again.

Okay.

It's a nice fire.

I used
the Teepee method.

I'm thinking open thoracotomy
and midline laparotomy.

We might be able to
use minimally
invasive scope surgery

to get the big lesions
and attack the rest

post-operatively
with anti-fungals.

More like
minimally effective.

Better to be aggressive,
take them all out at once.

That's a huge operation
with a long, painful recovery.

He has a huge problem.

This lesion looks like
it extends behind the liver.

You're the senior
surgical resident.

You need to start making
these calls.

I'm not so sure
about that.

I'm sorry, but I question
Dr. Park's objectivity

when it comes
to Dr. Reznick's ideas.

I don't care where
an idea comes from,

and I don't appreciate you
accusing me...

It wasn't an accusation.

Then what
would you call it?

A respectful
and sincere question.

What's the answer?

My objective opinion is...

A minimally invasive approach
is best.

Okay.

I want it all mapped out with
a 3D reconstruction simulation
before we go in there.

We'll operate
in the morning.

It's actually
kinda soothing.

It reminds me
of the dripping faucet
in our old apartment.

The sound
helped me fall asleep.

Mm.

I loved that building.

It's where
we had our first hug.

Oh!

Definitely not soothing.

These might help.

You brought earplugs
to a camping trip?

Sometimes you snore.

Thank you.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm! Ooh!

That's it.

I give up.

I have a repair kit.

I don't want to
fix things, Shaun.

I just want to go home.

I...

Don't want to go home.

If you want to stay
in a cold, wet, leaky tent,
go ahead,

but I am sleeping
in the car.

Ah.

29:32.

Yeah. I used to do sub-25
on recovery days.

Hey, you have time to grab
a quick bite before you go in?

I was actually
thinking, uh...

Maybe we could talk.

I would love that.

The last time I saw you
before you left,

I... I screamed at you

because you missed
my birthday party,

and for the longest time,

I thought if I could just
tell you I was sorry,

that you'd come back.

It wasn't you, Claire.

None of it.

I mean, you...

Were a great kid.

So smart
and thoughtful.

How could you
just disappear?

Things between
your mother and I
were such a mess.

One night, she was having
one of her episodes,

told me I was worthless.

The only thing
I was good for
was money.

I said, "Okay,
if that's all you want,

"that's all I'mma give you."

I sent her a check
every month.

Never saw
or spoke to her again.

It was mean
and petty.

Pathetic.

We never got any money.

What are you
talking about?

I sent monthly support
until you finished college.

I worked two jobs.

I took out a loan to pay
for tuition and our rent.

Look... I sent
more than enough for rent,

for clothes, for food.

She stole my money
from my child.

The child
you totally abandoned.

No. Not totally.

It's not my fault
she squandered that money.

It's not your fault I grew up
without a father?

Without any social life

because I was so busy
being a mom to my own mom?

The woman that
you walked out on

when things
stopped being fun?

Okay, listen,
I'm sorry, okay?

I didn't mean for this
to become an argument.

No, you're not sorry.

If you were, you wouldn't
still be blaming her,
using her as an excuse.

You took off
because you were too weak

to do what a father
is supposed to do...

To take care of me,
to protect me.

And now you're back
when it's easy,

when I don't need
a father?

No, you know what?
Forget it.

Claire...Look, just don't...

Don't call,
don't come to the door.

Just leave me alone.

I thought
this would be helpful.

I was wrong.

We can go home.

Well...

Why don't we do the hike
you planned first?

Is that what you want?

Is that what you want?

Mm.

I think so.

Okay.

New plan.

Blueberry pancakes,
and then hike,

and then back home
to our warm and cozy
and dry bed.

Divide the sternal
attachment of the SCM.

And done.

Removing
the medial clavicle.

You have the talk?

Yeah.

I never said
it would be easy.

You can't excise a tumor
without some bleeding.

Some tumors are inoperable.

He wants to be forgiven.

I... I just can't.

He doesn't deserve it.

Well, it's not the kid's job
to make the parents
feel good about themselves.

This mat of vessels
is invading
the upper lung tissue.

How deep does it go
on your end?

I can see
underneath the apex,

but can't tell what's tumor
and what's subclavian artery.

We can't get this out
without pulling out

the whole upper lobe
of her lung.

Well, the parents
are not gonna like that.

I-I'll go.

They don't trust you.

Well, that's
not your problem.

Well, it shouldn't be
the patient's either.

I'll have a better chance
of getting their consent.

I bought some pastries.

Uh, I'm good.

I, uh... I'm sorry
that I, uh...

Unloaded the gun
without telling you.

Thank you.

I, uh...
I appreciate that.

I know
that you're nervous
around guns,

which is
all the more reason

that you should
just leave mine alone.

Well, maybe
there's a better way
to deal with this.

So, w-what if we kept
your gun in your nightstand
like always,

but we keep the ammunition
in another room?

So your idea of a compromise
is that I agree to do

what you've been doing
behind my back all along?

An intruder is not
gonna wait for me

to collect my bullets
from the guest room closet.

My house is not that big.

I don't...
I'm so confused.

You still have to
run up the stairs

and get the thing
either way.

Do you ever notice
that whenever we're talking

about something
related to the home
that we both share,

that you always refer to it
as your house?

I do?

This isn't
about gun safety.

This is about your house
and your rules

and your wanting
to control me.

You don't trust me to make
decisions about my own life.

I'm just trying to find a way
to make you feel safe.

I-I don't need you
or any other man

to find a way
to make me feel safe.

Oh, thank you.

It's actually pretty
outside the campground.

Another half-mile,
and we can see the lake.

You're really cute.

I want
to take a picture.

Go stand on that log.

I'll get you
from a low angle.

A hero angle
because you're my hero.

Okay.

Okay, a smidge
to the left.

Aah! Ah!

Shaun!

Are you okay?

Oh, my God.
You are not okay.

Okay. On the count of three.

Mm-hmm.Ready?

One, two...

Aah! Ah!

You were supposed to wait
until I got to three!

I know,
but in the movies,

they always go early
to catch you off guard.

You don't need the element
of surprise

to reduce
a dislocated ankle.

Okay,
but did it work?

Yes.

You...

You relocated it
correctly.

Damn.

But...

My toes are still
dusky and numb.

The posterior
tibial artery's torn.

I thought
it was just pinched.

If circulation
isn't restored,

I'll have
permanent tissue damage,

maybe even have
to have my foot amputated.

This is not a problem.

I can run to where I can get
a cell signal and call 911.

It'll take
at least two hours

for you to run back
to the campground.

I'm faster than I look.

You told me you used
to skip phys-ed class
because you hated running.

I can hate it
and still be good at it.

No.

My pocket knife
is as sharp as a scalpel.

The tent repair kit
has nylon thread,

and you can use a fishhook
as a suturing needle.

You are
obviously delirious

because there's no way in hell
I am doing surgery.

It's not
a complicated procedure.

For a surgeon,
which I'm not!

I'll guide you
step-by-step, okay?

It'll just take
two sutures.

I've seen you hem
your pants.

An artery
is not a pair of jeans!

There's a bottle of tequila
in my backpack.

You will need to sterilize
the incision,

and I will need
anesthesia.

Shaun, I...

Tequila! Stat!

We thought
you were certain before.

I know you're scared
and this is confusing.

We brought her in
with some minor inflammation.

No, the inflammation
was not minor.

What we are proposing
would reduce
her lung capacity,

but she can still live
a normal life.

No. No, we're taking her
someplace else.

We're gonna get
a second opinion.

We can't cut out part
of our daughter's lung.

She'd never forgive us.

And maybe she shouldn't.

You were wrong
to refuse the surgery

that Dr. Lim proposed
years ago.

A-Are you trying to guilt us
into agreeing with you?

You are guilty.

Ava is in this situation
because you were too afraid
to make a tough decision,

and now you are trying
to blame everyone else

because you can't deal
with the guilt of having
messed up.

You need to stop thinking
about what is gonna make you
feel like a good parent

and start thinking about
what your daughter needs.

Careful
with that anesthesia.

I need you coherent enough
to guide me through this.

Don't worry.

I've calculated
the proper dosage.

N-No.

No, not like that.

The scalpel goes
on the left of the tray,
sponges on the right,

needle driver and sutures
in the middle.

Okay. Got it.

Okay.

And might I suggest
not barking instructions
at me?

I'm freaked out enough
already.

I'll do my best.

But even with the tequila,
when you cut into my ankle,

I'll be in extreme pain,
which can cause irritability.

I can't do this.

You have to.

The worst that could happen
is you mess it up

and cause permanent damage
to my foot,

which is exactly what will
happen if you don't do it.

Okay.

Tequila. Stat.

Suction.

That enough?

Perfect.

Mediastinum's cleared.

Now onto the lung lesions.

I'm having
a problem
maneuvering in here.

There's too much
peritoneal scarring
from the fungal deposits.

Can you
cut at it sharply?

I'm too close
to the common bile duct.

Need help?

Morgan was right.

There's no way to remove all
the lesions laparoscopically.

All right,
let's pull the scopes
and open him up.

Okay, the blood's pouring out.

What do I do now?

Okay.

Okay, tighten the tourniquet

and then use a sponge
to clear the blood.

Okay.

It's clearing up.

You should be able
to see...

I see it.
And the leaking hole.

Now you just need to use
the needle driver

to sew
the edges together.

Be careful not...

Be c-careful
not to what?

Shaun?

Put the backpack
under my head.

How's that gonna help
with your ankle?

It...won't,

but I'm about to lose
consciousness from blood loss,

and I don't
want dirt in my...

Shaun?

Shaun?

Shaun.

Shaun.

Shaun.

Shaun. Shaun, come on.

Come on, Shaun.

Shaun.

Oh.

Okay.

Come on, Lea.
If you can hem a pant leg,
apparently you can do this.

All right.

Okay.

I have freed
the pleural membrane.

Oh, why does blood have
to be so damn slippery?

And how am I supposed
to tie a knot

if I can't even grip
the damn thread?

Mm.

There we go.
There we go.

Okay.

Okay.

Here we go.

Mm.

You're a woman.

Um, yup.

I've always considered myself
a supporter of women,

you know, equal pay
for equal work,

the right to choose.

Uh, thank you,
from all of us.

Debbie seems to think
that I am...

Overbearing
and, uh, controlling.

My ex
was a humanities professor
and ACLU chapter head.

But I made more money,
and I don't think
he was conscious of this,

but I do feel
he was threatened by...

My independence.

The more insecure he got,

the more controlling
he became.

He had to pick
the restaurants
where we ate,

the movies we saw.

I mean, I definitely had
my own issues, but...

His need to control me
was one of the many reasons
our marriage fell apart.

I can feel my toes.

Are you finished?

No.

Now I'm finished.

There's enough flow
to keep the tissue alive

until we get to an ER.

You did this
with a tent repair kit?

And a fishhook.

She is very good
at fixing things.

You're lucky.

Yes.

I am.

How do you feel?

Like a gutted fish.

I'm sorry.
We had no choice
but to open you up

to access all the lesions.

But they were
able to remove them all

without damaging
any of the organs.

You should recover fully.

Physically.

There are new antidepressants
you haven't tried.

But I also wouldn't stop
the mushroom cultivation.

Really?

After all this?

Cultivation.

If this helped you,

it was either
the placebo effect,

or all the focus you put
into perfecting the process.

Sometimes distraction
is the best medicine.

Hey.

We are...

So sorry.

This is our fault.

It's okay.

I love you.

I thought our relationship
was just a fun distraction,

but when you
pushed me away...

I realized
it was more than that.

I was hurt.

Resentful.

Which made every interaction
we had...

Complicated.

What're you
talking about?

You made sure it wasn't
complicated at all.

We stopped having sex,
and now we're friends.

You know
it's more than that.

And it can't be.

Not anymore.

What does that even mean?

We still work together.
We have to talk
to each other.

About work.
That's it.

We can't try to
keep some sort of
friendship going.

Which means no more jokes,
no more teasing,

nothing that isn't
totally professional.

So, what? We just...

Act like robots
around each other?

I don't want that.

It's boring.

No.

We act like we did
before we ever
moved in together

and let ourselves
get into this...

Unprofessional...

Mess.

Yeah.

Pretending that
what happened
didn't happen.

That always works.

You were
a horrible father.

And you can't undo
the harm you did.

But...

I should forgive you.

You deserve it.

And I need it.

Because I need you.

So, I-I'd like to keep
spending time together...

And talking.

I would love that.

Do you think...

Think maybe
we could, uh...

Restart everything
with a...

Hug?

I was wrong.

I convinced myself
that I was right,
and I was wrong.

I took...

A choice away from you.

And I will do everything
I can to make it right.

I-I'm...

I'm so sorry.

You don't have
to a-apologize.
Can you stop doing that?

I don't think
I can make this work.

I have had this feeling
for months.

It's like a pit
in my stomach,

and I-I-I didn't want
to...face what it was,

but when we were fighting,

I just felt, like, relief,
like I had an out.

You think
I don't respect you.

I don't...

I do.

Aaron, you almost walked
out of our wedding
because...

I used bad grammar.

That was bad.

That was a bad moment.

Marriages are made up
of moments, right?

So many of our moments
are... Are just...

Are great.

Too many are so...

Just painful.

♪♪ And I will hold you tight...

This is crazy.

We love each other.

I love you.

♪♪ ...will keep you warm

♪♪ I will build...

I love you so much.

♪♪ And I'll build a fire...

It's just not enough.

♪♪ And in our hearts

♪♪ We still pray for sons
and daughters

♪♪ And all those evenings
out in the garden

♪♪ With red, red wine

♪♪ These quiet hours
turning to years...

Thank you.

The rain, the drunks,

the freezing cold night
alone in my car,

and you almost losing
your foot

was definitely a bit more
of a distraction

than I was hoping for.

But I'm really glad
you took me camping.

You're welcome.

♪♪ And I'll build a fire

♪♪ You fetch the water,
and I'll lay the table

♪♪ And in our hearts

♪♪ We still pray for sons
and daughters

♪♪ And all those evenings
out in the garden

♪♪ With red, red wine