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The Apgar test.

The Whipple procedure.

The DeBakey clamp.

So many of the tools we use
in our hospitals every day

are named after the people
who invented them.

Even diseases used to be named after

the people who discovered them.

But a medical board in the 1970s

discontinued that practice...

...claiming that
no one could "own" a sickness.

As altruistic as the profession is,

doctors are human.

Game Day.

You ready?

I was ready the first time.

If we do something that could
change the face of medicine,

we want our name on it.

Hey.

Hey, Amelia said you'd already gone.

I went for a hike.

That's... different.

Yeah, well, you know, the silence,

the fresh air, it clears my head.

I need to clear my head.

Before the big groundbreaking surgery

that none of us can watch?

It's fine. You go make history.

I'll get the kids to school.

Well, someday you'll make history,

and I'll watch your kids
and we'll be even.

Unusable. Completely unusable.

Zola's watching the Whipple tape.

Again?

Change of plans. Suction here.

- Hi.
- Retract that, please.

- Clamp.
- She was great, wasn't she?

She was.

Not as good as you.

You better go get ready for school.

- Hi.
- Hi.

So it looks like I'm not gonna be able

to make it down to Seattle
for your big day.

- I'm sorry.
- Did I invite you?

True. I'd probably just be
a big distraction.

You know, these eyes looking down at you

from the OR gallery as
you try to focus on Hamilton.

- I understand.
- A little full of ourselves, aren't we?

Not unlike my patient.

No, I'm headed in to see a patient

with end-stage liver disease.

Primary sclerosing cholangitis.

He's been waiting on a liver
and he was starting to give up,

but then... plot twist...

Storm dumps eight inches
up in Bemidji last night,

teenager hits a patch
of black ice and...

well, that's not
the fun part of the story,

but my guy's getting a new liver.

Mm, bittersweet congratulations.

Yeah, Arthur's a sweet kid.

Good luck today. Send me pictures?

O-Of the surgery.

Doc pics.

Doctor pictures. You know what I mean.

- I'll see ya.
- Bye.

Morning.

Oh, you changed your hair.

I did.

It was obviously a mistake,

so I pulled myself together
and fixed the mistake.

Oh, well, this looks nice, too.

- Long night?
- Placenta previa,

which wound up a C-section at 4:45 a.m.

Mother and baby are doing great.

The OB resident is fully wiped.

You've been working
a lot of nights lately.

- A lot of babies come at night.
- Yeah, of course.

It's just... You're not
avoiding me, are you?

No! Are you avoiding me?

Not at all.

- Okay.
- Great.

Okay, I'm gonna go and order

the greasiest egg sandwich
they have at Joe's

and then go nap at home

and then come get Luna.

I'll get Luna.

Oh, okay.

Great.

Thanks.

- Okay.
- Sounds good.

Everything's good.

Yeah, I understand,
and I am absolutely flattered,

and I-I'll let you know.

Okay.

Huh? They finally restocked
on the unsweetened almond milk

after I gave them
a little nudge yesterday.

You're the only one who cares.

Now walk with me.

Everything okay, Chief?

A med school friend just called.

I haven't spoken to him in months,

but he works with NASA, at the
Aerospace Medicine Fellowship.

They do research...

On innovative devices designed
to identify and combat

spacial disorientation

and vestibular abnormalities?

Of course you would know that.

I-I just read a paper about
how they've received funding

to start new oxygen-delivery
systems on aircrafts.

- In aircrafts.
- Yes!

Yeah, it's a program
that combines the two things

I've dreamt about my entire life...

Medicine and space.

And at the worst possible time
in my life,

I've been asked to run
their clinical training.

W-Wait. Hold on, wait.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Chief... Chief Bailey, you...

You just got an offer to go to space.

I mean, just when I thought you
couldn't get any more amazing,

you go and break the stratosphere?

I did do that, didn't I?

Pre-op labs, EKG, CXR... All clear.

Abdominal incision is healing nicely

without signs of infection.

Pre-op MRI scans are done

and ready to upload to the robot.

Cell vials are all within
the temperature range.

Watching the team come together

to realize my remarkable vision,

I'm humbled
by how far we've come since...

What are you doing?
What... What is this?

- Oh, it's for my book.
- What book?

How do you think history books
are written?

Someone makes a record for posterity.

We will. Myself,
Dr. Shepherd, Dr. Bartley -

We will publish in medical journals.

And congratulations, you will be
in there as Patient X.

Is there a bigger room available
to accommodate all these egos?

Despite how you have treated me
and the entire team,

I'm still here, as I was 11 days ago

when your arrogance and dishonesty

nearly sank the entire project.

Let's make sure they're ready upstairs.

Oh, your... your...
Your mother let me in.

I thought that you and I could talk.

Every time I close my eyes,

I see blood pouring out of Devon's body

while hearing his voice inside my head.

I don't mean to be rude, Dr. Webber,

but talking about it doesn't help me.

This game helps me.

Synced & corrected by -robtor-
www.addic7ed.com

Listen, no.

It's okay. If we can just get it done,

- it... it'll be over quickly.
- No.

Look, your muscles will atrophy
if you don't mobilize them.

I can do this on my own.
I need to start my gym routine.

I've had PT much more strenuous
than this.

You know what? I can take it from here.

Wound check. Thanks so much, Eric.

I need someone else.

You've had three different
physical therapists in 10 days.

There's a rumor you made one cry.

Link, all day, I see people
go past that door,

patients that I could be helping.

All night, I hear rigs
pulling up outside.

It's torture.

I haven't even graduated
to the treadmill.

You know how you graduate
to the treadmill?

You put in the hours.

I'm trying to, I just...

No, you either cancel your sessions

or you yell at the people leading them.

A solid support system is a
major factor in patient outcome,

especially in long rehabs.

Is Teddy coming by soon, or...

I'm not sure.

Okay.

Alright, Hunt, in the chair now.

Let's go.

I had my own Devon.

So I know exactly what you're feeling.

My patient was Chuck Higgins...

Cannery worker.

We met when my wife Adele made me go on

a food-and-blanket drive
for homeless people

that he organized.

Guy with a big heart,
terrible card player,

great taste in music.

One day, he came in
for a bowel obstruction.

He didn't like hospitals.

I remember the fear in his eyes

when he was told that he needed surgery.

But when I told him that I would do it,

the fear went away.

He told me how comforting it was
to see me,

someone who looked like him,
in a white coat.

Three hours later,
there was a horrible error

in communications in the OR,

and as a young attending,

I was too inexperienced
and timid to speak up and...

And you killed him like I killed Devon.

We all kill people.

Schmitt, we don't always
kill people we feel close to,

like you felt with Devon,
like I felt with Chuck.

It makes the loss unbearably worse.

And it's not even his death
that haunts me.

It's the relief in that man's eyes

when he saw that I was his surgeon,

the trust that he put in me.

That's what stays with me,

even today.

He thought I would take care of him...

and I didn't.

Order for Wilson?

- Yep, let me check.
- Okay.

Hey.

I haven't had a day off in 35 days,

and I was on all night.

My kids are with
my motherin-law and I'm just...

I'm going through some... Some stuff.

You want company?

No judging?

As long as it goes both ways.

We're day-drinking.

Alright, first step...

We are ditching the hospital gown.

I don't understand.

Well, the gown makes you feel
like you belong in bed.

As professional as I am,

I don't need to see anything
falling out of this gown.

Put these on. They're mine.

These don't look clean.

They're clean enough.

I'm not sure we're the same size, okay?

Listen, isn't there somebody in Seattle

who has a broken bone
or a twisted ankle?

Okay, I don't know what's
going on with you and Teddy.

It's none of my business,
but I just repaired

your tibial plateau fracture
beautifully,

and I refuse to see my hard work
go to waste.

So put on the clothes.

I'm not sure gym clothes
are gonna help, okay?

People I've worked with for years,

they see me in this chair now,

and they just walk right by.

They've written me off as a surgeon.

Alright, you want to get stronger,

you got to change the way
you are thinking.

Starting now, you are no longer
a patient in a hospital gown.

You are a world-class athlete
on the injured reserve list.

You are rehabbing, okay?

So stop pitying yourself...
Get back on the field.

Dr. Park to Labor and Delivery.

Duda, Arthur.

Hello.

How we feeling?
Any nausea, fever, chills

in the last 24 hours?

Nope.

Haven't even thrown up in a couple days.

Oh, hey, that's great.

Yeah, I'm thinking about using
that as my new pick-up line.

Okay, well,
sense of humor's still there.

That's good... check.

Uh, new SLAM magazine.

Nice article on the Wolves in there.

I don't know if, uh...

If Edwards and KAT can stay healthy,

we might have a good chance of
making the playoffs this year.

What do you think about going
to a game sometime?

I'm down.

- Okay, good.
- Can we not?

It's hard enough without the false hope.

His numbers have been terrible.

Mom, it's just fun to think about, okay?

Look, hey, hey, hey.

I know that the wait has been hell,

but I'm still here.

I'm still in this. Okay?

I mean, look, do you blame her?

This is, what, Day 137
on the transplant list?

Of course you would know
the exact number, geez.

You'd be surprised.

Yesterday, did I know it was Day 136?

I didn't.

But today's different.

I mean, you always remember
the day you get your new liver.

- What? - That's right.
- Dr. Marsh.

Wait, what?

Arthur, you are getting
a new liver today.

I'm off with the team to pick it up.

In the meantime, you get plenty of rest.

No food, no water.

Happy Day 137.

137?

_

H-Hey, have you heard from him?

Oh, come on, you know
how stubborn Richard can be.

Okay, he just can't take off
as he pleases.

So I'm down yet another surgeon

right when I was offered
the opportunity of...

Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

Bailey, it's a pleasure to see you.

As a member of the Fox Foundation,

I have to say, your residents
seem mopey, overworked.

Are you concerned about, uh, burnout?

We're only getting simple procedures,

which feels like punishment
for something we didn't do,

and Levi's just gone.

And now Dr. Webber
isn't even showing up,

so we're not sure what
we're supposed to be doing.

I mean, Dr. Webber still is
our residency director, right?

You know, I was residency
director for a hot second once.

Loved the parking space.

The work? Meh.

Is he here to give me
another heart attack?

Uh, he's on my team.

He's...

And what role exactly do you have

on this groundbreaking VIP project?

Ah, see, if we told you,
we'd have to kill you.

Oh, wait, that's your resident's job.

Oh, too soon.

What?

- Mm.
- What?

Why don't you all come with me?

Bye-bye.

Hi, David. Full disclosure,

I had nothing to do with this.

You are taking a giant risk

by volunteering to be the patient here,

and we can't thank you enough for that.

- Mm.
- But you are in my hospital,

and in my hospital, we teach.

What are you saying?

I'm saying let's throw our egos aside,

and let's open up this historic surgery

to every attending,
every resident in the hospital.

And you're already filming it,

so why not share it with the world?

Why not teach the world?

Okay.

Thank you.

Our patient is Dr. David Hamilton,

62-year-old male diagnosed
with Parkinson's disease

eight years ago.

He's currently on levodopa and carbidopa

and is here for a pioneering
cell therapy surgery.

I haven't been to a bar
since I got Luna.

I mean, I-I-I love her so much, but...

She's boring.

She only likes two songs,

and she doesn't want to read
any other book

except "Where's My Belly Button?"

And then... And then the diapers
and sleep regression.

The rage I have for sleep regression...

Just wait till she starts walking

and you wake up to her playing
pots and pans at 3:00 a.m.

No! No, no, no, no, no.

- Let's make a deal.
- Okay.

No more saying
"I love my children, but..."

We can love our kids

and still need a five-minute break

- and a drink.
- Yes!

Love this deal.

Almost as much as I love
the ratio of this vodka to OJ.

I just... I couldn't go home
to Allison and Leo this morning.

I couldn't walk in the door and hug them

and tell them everything
is okay another time.

I just... I'm...

I'm exhausted from it.

I am exhausted from lying,

I mean, but they're children,

and we have to lie to children

because they can't know
all of the horrible thoughts

that are going on inside our heads.

Are you okay?

No.

I'm... I'm gonna get another drink,

and I'm gonna play darts,

'cause throwing sharp objects
at something

sounds really good.

Too much pressure.

10 more seconds.

It hurts because you've been
in a bed for almost two weeks.

It hurts because I was in a car
that somersaulted down a ravine.

Hypothetical... You're with someone,

and they know you completely,

despite everything
and everyone you've done.

And it's great until suddenly,

they don't even want to be
in the same room as you.

I really don't want to talk about Teddy.

No, neither do I.

Wait, I thought
you and Amelia were done.

Uh... we are.

Okay, I'm confused.

Trust me, so am I.

Dr. Bowman to Cardiology.

Dr. Bowman to Cardiology.

Heads up, when you get
your organ, head out the back.

Grieving family just arrived...

Nothing worse than
having to walk that gauntlet.

Got it. Thank you.

I'm gonna take a quick walk.

Let me know when we're up, okay?

- Sure.
- Okay.

Okay, Helm, how do we get the cells

that we inject into the patient's brain?

From his skin?

That is vaguely not wrong.

We take stem cells from a skin biopsy,

and then we reprogram them
through a complex process,

and then differentiate them
into dopamine-producing cells.

And by injecting them
into the forebrain,

we are hoping to improve
the dopamine levels

that decreases in patients with
Parkinson's.

What else? C'mon, there's
no such thing as a stupid question.

Just a stupid resident who asks it.

Dr. Bartley is the one who perfected

the injection technique.

Would you like to say
a few words, Dr. Bartley?

Mm.

In order to maximize
surface area volume ratio

and avoid cell death from
lack of access to nutrients,

we created an injector
that could evenly distribute

the cells along a cylindrical track,

which gives about a 30% improvement

in survival of the cells.

Yeah, that's all.

Thank you.

I chose research for a reason.

Mice are more forgiving
than students. And cuter.

- You were charming.
- Well, and you're a horrible liar.

Thank you, Dr. Bartley.
That was very informative.

Now, please take your seats,
and we can get started.

Are we sure all these people
even work here?

Oh, boy.

Um, hey, excuse me. Oh, wow.

- Excuse me.
- Oh, my gosh.

Excuse me. Hi, hi. Excuse us.

I'm with them. Excuse me.

Excu...

Oh. Okay, uh, we've set up a video feed

in the west lobby for overflow.

I'm not asking.

Thank you.

- Thanks.
- Appreciate it.

- Nice. Good.
- Hey. Come on, come on.

Oh, excuse me.

Whoa, I... is that
a robotic micro-injector?

Hmm. Looks like a Da Vinci
married C-3PO.

You think?

It looks a little more
like Johnny 5 to me.

- G-Genius.
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, the... The little circle things

- could be the eyes.
- Could be the eyes,

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You like robots, Dr. Pierce?

I like Wall-E.

Uh, you know who also has robots, huh?

Hmm?

NASA.

Hi.

My name's Dr. Nick Marsh.

I'm here to recover your son's liver

for a transplant patient.

I just wanted to come over and tell you

how sorry I am for your loss.

- Thank you.
- Mm.

James.

His name is James.

James.

Okay.

I know this might sound strange,

but is... is there anything
you'd like to share about James?

He was always singing.

His first words were sung,

not spoken.

And the voice was so...

...powerful.

You could hear him two streets over.

I, uh... I-I always thought

he'd be a rock star,

but he liked opera,

and whenever my friends were over,

he would sing it so loud

and I'd get so embarrassed,
and I'd tell him to shut up.

It's okay. It's okay.

And then when he auditioned for
the San Francisco Conservatory,

uh, he asked me to drive down with him

so he could practice his aria,

the "Una furtiva lagrima."

He was so good.

And I was so proud of him.

Yeah. Thank you for sharing that.

I really appreciate it.

Dr. Marsh.

Yeah.

They're ready for you.

Okay. I'll be right in.

Thank you.

I'll be thinking about James
when I operate today.

Okay, the... the aliens attacked and

And blew up your universe

and left you nothing for the third time?

Y-You don't get bored?

You're stuck in this endless loop

without ever achieving anything?

In the time I've sat here,

you were killed by aliens
who you left behind.

You found a map to their home planet,

but exploded in a trap,

and you didn't even inspect
the plans to build the...

The space thing with the solar shields,

which, quite frankly, is driving me mad.

And I'm just not sure I get the point

of playing something
where you die over and over.

Because you learn from it.

You use what you learn
before each death.

No matter how many times you die
or how many other people die,

you always get a do-over.

Nice work.

- Give me 20 more.
- Wait, what?

I'm kidding. We're done.

Alright, let's get you up, slowly.

Yeah.

You and Altman
were friends first, right?

- Yeah.
- How long did it take to change?

I don't know, 20 years.

Right.

Was it awkward when you, uh...

Ow!

What's wrong, you dizzy?

Ow.

A shooting pain right... Ow!

Right behind the eye.

Alright, let's lay you back down.

Yeah.

Oh, it feels better when I lay flat.

Okay.

Significant swelling
around the incision.

Oh, damn it.

Alright, alright,
we're going to CT right now.

I-It's something she... she does.

Supposedly, superhero pose...

Lowers cortisol, increases testosterone.

Less stress, more confidence.

I read the study.

Right. Good for you.

Personally, a long shower
does it for me.

Oh, and here comes the guest of honor.

David, how are you feeling?

Like a bit player in a drama suddenly.

Well, you can just relax.

You got the finest neurosurgeon
in the country right here,

and I've got Shepherd helping out.

I'm gonna go scrub.

Try not to drive
the patient away till I'm back.

We have issues. He won't get far.

First we position the patient

and secure his head in the base frame.

Okay.

Ready for cold perfusion.

So, we always start dissecting the organ

under normal circulation,

and then we inspect the organ

before the cardiac team comes in

and takes the heart and lungs.

Pink, plump, and perfect size.

Ready to go.

We then perform a CT scan,

and the robot uses the images to give us

an interactive 3-D roadmap of the brain.

We apply a local anesthetic
and make an incision

and prepare to drill the burr holes.

I like to think of it

as creating 2/3 of a bowling ball.

That is not at all what it's like.

Finished removing the heart and lung.

Liver's all yours.

Dr. Shepherd will direct the robotic arm

to bring the metal cannula into place...

4 millimeters shy of our target,

while I will adjust the coordinates.

Dr. Bartley will remove
the cells from the cooler

and place them under a microscope

while we wait to confirm viability.

Which is torture.

IVC dissection complete.

Portal vein and GDA are divided.

Good.

Okay, here we go.

We gently lift.

Okay.

Thank you, James. Good.

Cell viability confirmed.

Thank you.

We're gonna load the syringe
into the micro injector.

How are we doing, David?

Can you hear my voice?

They're paging
Dr. Shepherd to OR 2 immediately.

Patient with a CSF leak.

Please. Someone with
training wheels can handle that.

It's not like Shepherd's
sitting around doing Sudoku.

The patient is Dr. Hunt.

Shepherd,
syringes are locked and loaded.

Owen is my patient.

He could be suffering a complication

from a procedure
that I've already done on him.

Are you seriously considering
leaving this room?

Tom knows the procedure as well as I do.

- Amelia.
- Fact.

Meredith, it's Owen.

No. It cannot be you.

If you were to walk out of here
right now,

we will lose the FDA approval,

the funding will stop,

and this whole thing
would've been for nothing.

What? Y-You want me
to miss this epic surgery?

The genius who provided you
with the 3-D hydrogel brains?

The needle is locked on target
and motorized injector is ready.

Would it help if I said please?

Fine.

But you owe me way more than one.

I want to be paged
the second you finish.

I want to be credited
the second you publish on this.

Proceed, Dr. Bartley.

Locking the differential
on the injector.

We're set for
two microliters per minute.

Injecting the cells.

How's Owen doing?

Don't know.

Okay. Yeah, we don't have
to... talk about it.

I think I'm done.

Yeah, probably for the best.

You don't want to... kill anybody.

Done with my marriage.

You and Owen went through
a terrifying experience...

The... the accident and then
Farouk's heart transplant.

- I think if...
- No, that's not it.

It's...

Owen's done something that
I can't even begin to...

I mean, it's not like he killed people.

Mm.

But let's just pretend it's that bad.

And I am tired, and I am angry,

and I don't know how long
I can keep this thing inside.

I slept with Link.

And I-I may love him,

because when you have sex
with your best friend

and the intimacy and generosity

and orgasms are... earth shattering,

it is very, very hard to go back.

But he... He doesn't love me

because he's too busy loving
someone who doesn't love him back.

Maybe this is what happens
when I don't go to a bar

for a really long time.

Hello?

Okay, Owen, Teddy is on her way.

You called her?

Typically, I inform a patient's family

of an emergent surgery.

- I'm a softie like that.
- Thanks.

Okay. Hopefully, we're looking
at a simple dural patch

to repair the CSF leak, won't take long.

And look, I know I might not be

your first choice of neurosurgeons,

maybe not even your, uh, 10th.

It's fine.

Hunt, don't make me cry
before I open you up.

I sob with my whole body.

All of your cerebrospinal fluid
would be gone

- before I get myself...
- Tom.

Alright, see you on the other side.

You're extremely talented, Wright.

Alright, but it's creepy, huh?

Look, look,
it's a drawing of masked beings

letting a giant robot drill
metal tubes into a man's head,

injecting him with an unknown substance.

Well, Meredith's groundbreaking surgery

looks like the next installment
of the "Alien" franchise.

You like "Alien," too?

Well, get out if you don't.

It's a sci-fi classic

and one of the best
horror movies ever made.

Thank you. They truly perfected
the jump scare.

Yeah. The... The... Ah. Okay.

Five years ago, this surgery would've

seemed like science fiction.

Makes you think about what's next.

Space. Right, Chief?

Who's going to space?

No one.

Hit it.

Patient's name?

Arthur Kyat, 21.

End-stage liver disease,

secondary to Primary
Sclerosing Cholangitis.

Patient's getting orthotopic
liver transplant today.

Good.

Donor's name?

Donor's name?

James.

His name is James.

You know, I've stood next
to a hundred different doctors

waiting in line to retrieve organs,

and that's what it is
to a lot of them...

An organ that will help
save their patient,

but it's not just an organ, is it?

It was somebody's life,

somebody's brother, somebody's child.

It's the greatest gift
a human being can give

to another human being.

And if you want to be
a great transplant surgeon,

can't forget that.

You cannot forget the person
who gave the gifts.

Okay?

We're ready. Scalpel, please.

Setting the robot
for trajectory number three.

Okay.

You okay?

Yeah, I just... I need a minute.

Have you heard anything about Owen yet?

No.

You could check on this later.

'Cause while someone you care
about is in another room

getting surgery right now,

someone I care about has
his brain open in this room.

Ready for the third injection
for this side of the brain.

Here we go.

Dr. Kassulke to the ER.

Dr. Kurt Kassulke to the ER.

You're here.

People do crazy things
when they're triggered,

or in a mental-health crisis,

and...

When my phone rang today
and it was Tom...

...I remembered that I made
decisions when I was triggered.

And those decisions didn't take you

or our family into consideration.

I remembered how much
you'd forgiven me for.

But...

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

I don't know if I can forgive
you for this, Owen.

But I know that we have to...

We have to talk. We have to try.

I'm not triggered, and I'm not
in a mental-health crisis.

I stand by what I did and how I did it.

But I love you, Teddy.

I love you,
and I'm glad you want to talk.

So, assuming normal recovery,

he should be walking around
in a few weeks.

And then at a Wolves game
with me in a month or so.

Hey.

- Thank you.
- Hmm.

I don't know how to thank them.

How do I thank the people
who lost their son today?

All day long, I've been racking my brain

trying to figure out
who in their right mind

would have left that surgery
the way you were prepared to.

And then it dawned on me...

You are someone who loves
her people so hard and so much

that the second they're in trouble,

everything else just... falls away.

Guilty... as charged.

I've never met anyone like that.

It's...

Infuriating?

Well...

I was gonna say inspiring.

But yours works, too.

I can't believe we did it.

Believe it.

- Oh, my God, Link!
- Oh, crap!

You scared the hell out of me!

What are you doing in here?

Sorry, your water pressure's
so much better,

and I thought you were out,
so I decided to take a shower.

Yeah, I can...

I can see that.

Sorry.

Me, too.

How are we gonna do this?

I don't know.

You want me to move out?

No!

Maybe.

Some people don't like
open-world role-playing games

because there's too many choices,

but the beauty of the game design

is that... you get to create
your own character.

You get to be whoever you want to be.

You level up, um, abilities
to be anyone you want to be,

and if you fail, you get to try again

in a completely different way.

Y-You can go somewhere else

or take a different path.

Possibilities are endless.

That beauty's in medicine, too.

No, well, th... think about it.

When you have foundational knowledge

and skill set,

the possibilities are endless.

You can choose your specialty
or a form of research,

whether you want to teach...

Multiple paths exist to save lives.

Schmitt, you belong on one of them.

Come back.

You and I can find our way together...

A new way.

I appreciate you coming here,
Dr. Webber,

trying to salvage my career, rescue me.

But you're too late.

I've already bled out.

There's nothing left to save.

I'm gonna, um, lay down.

You can play if you want.

When people hear our names,

what will they remember?

What did we leave behind?

So?

When does it start?

Uh, when does what start?

The flight surgeon training.

You got to get board certified

in aerospace medicine first, right?

Please tell me you said yes
to your friend.

Of course I did not.

Oh, Chief Bailey, he called you!

You can't say no.

What if...

W-What if... Hear me out.

What if you're the Chosen One,

the only one in the galaxy

who can take the job
and restore it to order?

I prefer to think of myself as Rey.

And Rey is the Chosen One,

after Luke's fall.

Disagree.

Okay, that was...

- Hey, that was a faulty prophecy.
- Mm.

But, Chief, you said it yourself.

It's a dream of yours to work for NASA.

I'm not in a place to be making
decisions based on dreams.

You have no idea.

Only bright spot around here
lately has been you.

I'm... sor...

Oh, whoa.

I must've misread the situation.

Uh... good night, Doc... Chief Bailey.

Goodnight, Chief Bailey.

Did we blaze trails?

Did we guide a new generation?

Did we bestow all the wisdom we could?

Have we paved a legacy?

Oh, my Lord.

Hi! Surprise.

Feel like I'm still dreaming here.

How are you? I'm good. How are you?

- Good.
- Good.

I just thought I would come and give you

the surgery update in person.

You pulled it off, didn't you?

We did.

I never had a doubt in my mind.

There was just one small hiccup, though.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

That the only person
I wanted to celebrate with

lives 1,500 miles away.

Oh, what a jerk. Seriously.

Maybe instead of wanting to be known

for what we've done...

But wait.

Y-You were dreaming about me?

No! I...

You said you were.

No, I knew I shouldn't have
told you that.

- Come in.
- Okay.

...let's be known for who we are.