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Patient presents with a distended stomach,

paranoia, and brown urine.

Okay, symptoms like that,

this guy should be from another planet.

- Porphyria.
- Aah.

I'm 0 for 4 on this module.

Like, I can't even draw a walk.

Maybe we can change that.

Dr. Harris.

Hi. Kind of in a rush here.

What are the chances

that you could give our
study group a mock oral exam?

Slim to none.

- Alex will be there.
- Great. I won't.

It wouldn't take long.

Listen, guys, I-I just really got to go.

Got this whole real life-and-death thing.

Okay, sink or swim. It's an approach.

Yeah.

See? I have another idea.

Hey, there he is.

Why don't you go ahead
and ask me why I'm late?

You're right on time.

In my E.R.,
on time is 15 minutes early.

Okay, why are you late?

Female, 28, swerved in front

of a commuter train coming from Georgetown.

I was on said train... hence late.

You don't live in Georgetown.

True. But that's a different story.

Okay, humerus broken in three places,

open femoral fracture, massive blood loss.

Yeah, she's down two pints.

Artery gushed like a fire hose

till I got a tourniquet on it.

- If she doesn't bleed out...
- She might lose her leg.

Um, can she feel her toes?

Why don't you ask her? Oh, wait.

Actually, we have to enter
from the right side.

What?

Yeah, she prefers that.

Also, I got to go first 'cause I'm a brunet.

Elaine, this is Dr. Harris.

He's gonna fix you up real good, okay?

Hi, Elaine.

There needs to be three doctors.

Trust me, you do not want
that wish to come true.

Be careful.

Let's take this off.

Things need to be in threes.

I'm gonna go out on a limb here
and say that you have OCD, right, Elaine?

I'm obsessive and compulsive, yes.

Okay.

Oh, got a bit of a spike in her heart rate.

It's anxiety. Three is my number.

Okay, let us do our job.

Yeah, I know. Girl with OCD,
it's a drag for you.

Well, I heard you had quite a morning.

What made you want to bike
in front of a train?

I went left. I never go left.

Well, you almost got yourself killed.

Okay, can you feel this?

Barely.

And wiggle your toes.

Okay, well, let's worry
about getting this fixed.

Um, how much do you weigh?

Uh, it's not a prime number.

Okay, let's go with, uh,

601 milligrams of clindamycin

and, um, about a million penicillin G.

- For germs?
- No.

For infection. Um, don't worry.

You're going to the, uh,
cleanest room in the hospital.

Hello.

I've been waiting for you.

I didn't know
that we had an appointment.

Did you miss me?

Did you steal those crackers?

They're free in the cafeteria.

Only if you buy the soup.
Did you buy the soup?

What are you doing here, Giselle?

Followed my feet.

Shouldn't you be in school?

It's teacher-development day.

I'm calling social services.

How are things with your foster family?

They eat rabbits.

Well, you can't stay here.

There's a dust vac over there

if you'd like to clean up your crumbs.

Hi. Can I speak with Mr. Perez, please?

You said you were coming to Leila's funeral.

You never did.

Yeah, I know, and I wanted to.

I just, um...

Hi. Mr. Perez, yes.

It's Dr. Bell from Hope Zion.

I...

Mr. Helperin.

- I'm Dr. Alex Reid.
- Uh-huh.

Says here that
you took a tumble off a stage.

Yep.

A bad dress rehearsal, good opening...

at least, uh, that's what I'm hoping.

And you're having trouble
catching your breath?

Yeah, I'm pr... probably just winded.

My students insisted I come in.

- Yeah, they won't leave the waiting room.
- Oh.

You must be a great teacher.

Uh, maybe,
but I make a terrible ghost.

- Mind if I take a look?
- Of course.

I have an auditorium full...

full of, uh, parents coming to see

the production of "Hamlet," uh, tonight, s...

- Whoa. Okay.
- Aah! Aah! Aah!

Okay, you definitely have
a couple of broken ribs here.

Just patch me up, okay?
I can't let them down.

Let me take a closer look, all right?

Now, it's gonna be tender.

Uh, "I am thy father's spirit."

I'm sorry. What?

Oh, I'm just practicing my lines.

I'm playing the ghost.

Right. Of course.

Well, there is no bleeding in your abdomen,

so we will get you on oxygen
and up for an X-ray.

Then we'll have an idea of what's going on.

"I am thy father's... spirit,"

"doomed for a certain term
to walk the night."

Maggie.

I was actually just thinking of you.

- Oh, yeah?
- Huh.

We got this.

It was an engagement gift.

I mean, there's un-kosher,
and then there's...

"Daddy crab legs crab shack."

Yeah, a business acquaintance
of Herschel's didn't know.

Or he did,
and he gave it to you anyway.

A non-gift gift.

I thought maybe you could use it.

Is this my... parting gift?

Crack some crab legs

and forget about what happened between us?

No. I just thought
it would be a nice treat.

You never treat yourself.

Yeah, I'm... sort of allergic to shellfish,

but thank you.

Sort of?

- Charlie, hey.
- Hey.

I need an ortho consult on a ghost.

You, uh, w-what?

High-school production
of "Hamlet" gone wrong.

Oh. When do they ever go right?

Could you take a look
at the patient's ribs for me?

Yeah.

Wow.

Also, I, uh, had something
that I needed to ask you.

Dr. Harris, just finished
prepping the patient.

Okay, I'll be right there.

Just waiting on you and Dr. Lin, sir.

O... Kay.

You've got bigger fish to fry. Go.

- I'm sorry.
- It's...

Hello.

Uh, this is Dr. Maggie Lin
calling from Hope Zion.

I was hoping that you could fax over

some medical records of a deceased patient.

Yes.

Frank J. Reid.

How's that artery coming, Maggie?

Couple more stitches.

Good.

It's kind of nice to see me so still.

Uh...

She's got to be on the other side of you.

She's not going anywhere.

That's my superpower.

It has to be boy, girl, boy.

Okay, I'm done. Got it?

Not a dinner party.

Sorry... was I acting like it was?

No. Bulldog clamps.

Clamps coming off.

Closing stitches.

It... it has to be boy, girl, boy.

This is not good. This is not good.

Heart rate's spiking.

- Ohh! Okay!
- What? I don't get it.

My graft is fine.

I'm freaking out here, Charlie.

Rian, change places with Maggie.

- What?
- Sorry. What? Why?

You should learn to operate
from any position at the table.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Go, go, go, go.

Oh. False alarm. It's coming down.

Better?

Me? Uh... yeah, I guess.

Wait, what just happened?

It's like a curtain just went over my eyes.

I can't see!

So...

Are we canceling the show?

No, we are not canceling the show, Harry.

Mr. H., You can't go onstage like that.

Oh, Tia, come on.

It's just a couple of broken ribs.

They'll tape me up, give me some ibuprofen.

This show is happening.

I'm so sorry. Am I interrupting
rehearsals here?

That's your cue, Hamlet.

Come on. Let's go run some lines.

Great idea, Harry. I'll come find you after
and tell you what's going on,

- Okay, guys?
- All right.

Okay, I shall be
playing the role of Dr. Goran.

Hi.

Uh, Dr. Reid asked me
to take a look at these X-rays.

I'm just going to examine you right now.

All right,
take a deep breathe for me.

Aah.

"I am thy father's spirit."

Oh, I can't remember my lines.

Oh, memory's not what it used to be.

Yeah, it's probably just a side effect
of the pain medication we gave you.

"Doomed... doomed..."

"Doomed for a certain term
to walk the night"?

Do you know it?

Barely, but, yeah, I do know.

Aah!

Okay, obviously that's not good.

I'm gonna get you into an O.R. right now.

No!

It's not an option, sir.

I teach remedial english.

This production is the culmination

of an entire year's work.

- If they don't do it...
- You're going to have to postpone it.

- No.
- Okay?

It means so much to them.

Listen to me.

Your health is a priority right now, okay?

Somebody made a mistake.

Are... are we triple-checking?

Because I really can't see.

Okay, breathe.

Just... breathe.

Yeah, I'm breathing.

Okay, Rian, close.

Yes... yes, sir.

Stapler.

How are her numbers?

Fine.

Charlie! Please help me!

Okay, popquiz...
what are the potential hazards

of operating on a patient
in a prone position?

Uh, it could put pressure on the optic nerve

and may cause blindness.

Blind! I'm going blind!

- Okay, let's move her.
- Oh. - What?

Uh... wait. Are... are you
seeing something I'm not?

Yeah, I don't want her
to go blind, so let's roll her.

Rian, arms out. She's coming over to you.

Okay. Uh, let's move her on three.

On three... one, two, three...

Thank you.

- Howdy.
- Hey, Neil.

I'd love to get your eyes on this, please.

Hmm.

Well, you know I like a good mystery.

Well, this one is bizarre.

Wow, there's fibrotic tissue
where the bone should be.

Mm-hmm.
I've read about it before.

I've never actually seen it.

Neither have I.

What do you think it is?

My money is on vanishing bone disease.

Seriously? That's what it's called?

- That's what it's called.
- That's what it's called.

Well, the plot thickens.

Tell you what,
if there is a spot like this,

- there's probably more.
- Yeah, agreed.

Uh, I'm gonna send him up
for a full-body C.T.

Right after I excise this tissue.

Good idea.

- Well, tell you what...
- What's that?

If we are right,

then I would be happy to co-author

any paper that you want to publish.

All right? You're welcome.

Cheers.

That was Leila's bed, wasn't it?

Guess she's just trying
to stay close to her foster mom.

It'd be sad
if it wasn't so heartbreaking.

Why do you have an empty bed?

The patient's upstairs
in a 10-hour liver surgery.

Want me to wake her up and boot her out?

No.

At least I'll know where she is

when the social worker gets here.

Oh, god. Gray just turned black.

I thought rolling her would fix it.

- I'm sorry. Fix what?
- Check her pupils.

You want me to un-tape her

and potentially mess up
her airway on a hunch?

Hunch?! Tell him I'm telling you!

Doesn't work that way.

I know, which is why I wouldn't do it.

You got to do it. It could be a stroke.

No, blood flow is getting
to her brain just fine.

- Then the monitors could be off.
- They're never off.

Sir, why don't we just take her to ICU?

- No!
- No!

Wait a minute. Hold on.

Brain function's dropping. What the hell?

Okay, pupil's blown.

It's got to be a hematoma.
Rian, call Shahir.

Yes, sir. Uh, can you please grab my phone?

- Thank you.
- What's happening?

The hematoma's
putting pressure on the brain.

We've got to get her ready. Table to 45.

Uh, Dr. Harris needs you
for an urgent craniotomy.

Ask him how we can prep.

Brain function is down to 39.

He says take her to imaging.

BP's elevated, and she's brady.

Okay, there's no time. Where is he?

He's on the elevator, sir.

Betadine.

Brain function
is still dropping!

- He's on the ninth floor.
- Ohh! This is...

this is my worst migraine!

He just stopped on the eighth floor, sir.

Okay, ask Shahir, if the pupil
is blown on the left side,

is the hematoma on the same side
or the opposite side?

Same, same.

Where?! Be specific.

He says be specific!

Charlie, what are you doing?

Drill.

Charlie, you are not a neurosurgeon.

Maggie, be standing by with the suction.

You can't just drill into somebody's head.

Dr. Harris is going in.

Dr. Hamza says wait.

- We should wait.
- Charlie, she's coning.

She could die. We can't wait.

Why didn't you wait? Hmm? I was on my way.

'Cause it would have been too late.

- Did I do something wrong?
- No, but it was reckless.

You should have taken her to imaging.

- I saved her life.
- Yes, but how? Hmm?

Every surgery has its algorithms,

and you didn't follow any of them.

No, no, I just used good,
old-fashioned doctoring.

Dr. Sharpe said you picked up
on the stroke before the monitors did.

Even I can't do that.

I think you would have seen
this one, Shahir.

Okay, this isn't funny, Charlie.

I'm taking you to
the medical advisory committee.

- Okay, Shahir, calm down.
- Hmm.

I do think
that he has a point, Charlie.

I think
everyone would appreciate it

if you walked us through it.

I'm sorry? Wh...

Grand rounds this afternoon...

you can explain your diagnosis
to your colleagues.

Uh, public speaking...
not really my cup of tea, Dawn.

Well, that's okay.

We'll roll the tape,
and you can talk us through it.

Yes, I like that.

A window into the mind of Charlie Harris.

It'll be enlightening for us all.

I can feel it.

Dawn.

Dawn.

You want to show everyone

the O.R. footage
of the operation I just did?

That's why we have cameras
in the operating room.

No, we have cameras in the operating room

in case something goes wrong,

so we can learn from our mistakes.

Or our successes.

Okay.

Sometimes I work
in a very instinctive way.

I can't always explain everything.

Maybe that's the problem.

What's the problem?
I just saved a woman's life.

I'm liable,

and the whole hospital
is liable if she sues us.

I did my job.

Watch the tape.

You used to be good at public speaking.

Vanishing bone.

Mm-hmm.

It sounds like a magic trick.

Uh, is it serious?

If not treated aggressively, very.

So, the scan revealed, uh,
further regions of missing bone.

If I can get in there, excise those areas,

you could beat this.

- So let's do that.
- Great.

I'll go book an O.R.

Is he the father?

What? I have vanishing bone disease.

I could disappear any second.

Mr. Helperin.

When you've spent your entire life reading,

you start to see everything as a...

A Harlequin Romance?

A story.

Okay.

You come from a... small town,

gave you a work ethic, you have sisters.

Brothers, actually.

You see, what I don't know,
I simply make up...

Pure fiction.

Well, I am not a book.

No. But everyone has a story, Julia.

My name's Alex.

- Joel.
- Yeah.

I scheduled a psych consult
for our Mr. Helperin.

I just booked the O.R.

You said that
he experienced memory loss

when you went to visit him pre-op.

I told you that
he forgot some of his lines.

He just called me Julia.

Okay, that could be the anesthetic.

I mean, think about how confused
you felt after your surgery.

It's just...

No, I read up
on vanishing bone disease.

Psychiatric symptoms aren't
consistent with that diagnosis.

What do you want from me, Alex, honestly?

I mean, you asked me for my opinion.

I gave you my opinion.

We need to operate, okay? Let's do that.

Mr. Perez, it's Dr. Bell... again.

When you said an hour,

I had some vague notion of 60 minutes.

I am the chief of surgery at
a major metropolitan hospital,

not some damn babysitter.

Melanda?

Where is she?

Gone walkabout.

I told you to keep an eye on her.

Sorry, but I'm not actually used to patients

who can get up and take a stroll.

Call a code yellow.

Okay, if we're going in for second opinions,

you might
want to talk to Dr. Rocca.

He agrees Helperin
has vanishing bone disease.

Can't the surgery wait a day?

I've got to get in there
and start pinning those bones.

The longer we wait,
the more irreversible it is.

Shouldn't we get the whole story first?

An O.R. is available now.
I am available now.

Doctors! Get in here!

He's seizing!

Mr. Helperin, you're gonna be all right.

Okay, what do you need?

Clonazepam.

Just gonna give you some oxygen.

Let's flip him on three.
One, two, and three.

Be careful with him.

Clonazepam. You two shouldn't be in here.

- Hold him.
- Let's go.

Come on. Come on.

What the hell's wrong with this guy?

Ever since we started this play,

Mr. Helperin's gotten worse.

- He had a seizure last week.
- He what?

He didn't want anyone to worry.

I'm-I'm the assistant stage manager.

I was cleaning up some props,

and he kind of just... fell and was shaking.

We would have booked
a brain MRI if we'd known.

Okay, this is where we part company, guys.

Wait, doesn't he have
family coming or something?

Harry.

Yeah, Mr. H.?

The show must go on.

One, two, three.

Anyone watching this tape
is gonna think I'm...

Crazy?

I was gonna say...

stoned, but, yeah, crazy. Why not?

I could do this all day,

but, uh, three's my number,
so I'll-I'll stop.

Seriously, I-I-I can't
stand up and defend this.

I broke like
12 different protocols in there.

But you saved my life.

Actually, you saved your own.

You listened to me.
Do you know how rare that is?

Breathe. Just... breathe.

It's all about perspective.

People see what they want, I guess.

Elaine, I look crazy.

I-I-I-I'm... I'm-I'm seriously...

I'm contemplating suing myself.

I won't sue you.

That's very sweet, but you're
not gonna remember any of this.

Dr. Harris. We've been over the operation...

And we just can't for the life of us
figure out how you did it.

- And we have theories, but it's just...
- Yeah.

Use them, dummy.

Come again?

We each have theories, but...

They have theories. You've got squat.

Let them show you what they see.

You two still interested
in that mock oral exam?

Yes. Absolutely.

Okay.

Well, you figure out how I diagnosed

this woman's paradoxical emboli
stroke on the operating table.

You got two hours.

Seriously?

Ticktock.

Ticktock, okay.

Okay.

No, no, no, no,
you can't cut the ghost.

Hamlet needs the ghost.
It's what urges the hero to...

Hey.

H-how's he doing?

We're scanning him top to toe,

and, uh,
when we get those images...

You'll know what's wrong with him.

We hope.

Great. Everyone's dropping out
of the play now.

That's too bad.

Well, no one expected us to do it anyways.

Now I have to go tell
my parents and my aunts

and my grandparents that it's canceled.

- Tia, no. Okay...
- No. You know what?

They were... they were so proud
of me for once.

She's really good.

And she's playing a boy.

Can you do the play another night?

It's a miracle
we're doing it one night.

Why?

Half the class is failing english.

And then Mr. H. Said
that he would do the ghost,

and we thought maybe we could do it.

- Is he any good?
- Yeah.

You really believe him,

telling Hamlet to do it, go for it,

do something.

You know good teachers

sometimes see something in us
that we can't see in ourselves.

What does that mean?

He believes in you.

Yeah. But... he won't be there.

Got to...

Mind if I join you?

Code yellow, adolescent female.

Free world.

Code yellow, adolescent female.

Code yellow, adolescent female.

Guess I'll cancel that code yellow.

I was hoping that
you would be back at school.

I was hoping you would save
my mother's life.

Don't talk with your mouth full.

This is why I like being
on my own, no one to bug me.

I get that.

What about you?

What about me?

Why are you always alone?

I'm not.

Uh, yeah.

You're here sitting with me.
Don't you have friends?

Sure I do.

You're always here, always working.

I have friends.

Okay, you have friends.

They're just all busy.

Yeah, let's go with that.

Cool.

Cool.

Unfortunately,
the MRI is inconclusive,

though there appears to be
small lesions here and here.

Okay, what else do we know?

What other symptoms does he have?

Lytic lesions.

- Missing bones.
- Yeah.

Oh, uh, seizures. Mm-hmm.

Okay, so what's the differential diagnosis

if it's not vanishing bone disease?

What about Langerhans cell histiocytosis?

No, that would have presented in childhood.

Yeah, the guy didn't break
a bone until he was in his 40s.

Pick's disease. He had some memory issues.

Yeah, I mean, whatever's happening, it...
it's affecting his brain.

But if it's not showing up here
in the images...

Then it's most likely genetic.

Right, so the only way to prove
that is by doing a brain biopsy.

Yeah.

You're up.

I'm not waking up.

I told you. I need three doctors.

No, you just need yourself.

What does that mean?

It means I'm thinking

you're liking being disembodied
a little bit too much.

I get to be me here,

do all the things my mind tells me to do,

and nobody looks at me funny.

Yeah, but you're still being led
by the voices in your head.

I can't really explain it.

I have a whole other
relationship with reality.

You don't understand.

Oh, I think you'd be surprised.

My compulsions tell me
they're keeping me safe.

They didn't work today.

No, they didn't.

But who would I be without them?

I don't know.

But I do know

what it's like to cut yourself
off from people...

Because you feel like

you got to hide
a fundamental part of yourself.

Talking to ghosts?

Yeah. Gets kind of old fast.

I'm opening the dura now.

Are you comfortable, Julia?

Was Julia your wife?

"Just one more round of tamoxifen"

"and you are cancer-free."

That's what the doctor said.

She had breast cancer?

Alex, he's getting agitated.

Bill, it's okay.

We were sitting on a dock.

It was our 15th anniversary.

And then she...

She got worse?

You...

She... my Julia... died.

I'm sorry, Bill.

Hey, you, uh...
you seen Dr. Lin or Larouche?

No. Not yet.

Okay, if everyone can take
your seats, please?

So, I'm sure

you're all aware of Dr. Harris'
miraculous save this morning.

I thought this would be an opportunity

to learn just how
this brilliant doctor does it.

Charlie?

Well...

A friend of mine told me

that everything is a matter of perception...

or, I-I guess, perspective.

You know, the truth is...

I see things.

I see things that...

other people don't.

And today I saw...

Wait, wait. Sorry. Sorry we're late.

Um, we figured out exactly
how you diagnosed Ms. Armitage,

and we would-would love to present.

That's... great.
It's like a-a locked-room mystery.

I think this is Dr. Harris' lecture.

Uh, well, hang on a second.

Um... I think this is a great idea

because we are, after all,
a teaching hospital, Dawn.

Fine. You two have the floor.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

Okay.

So, out of context,

Dr. Harris does some...

well, pretty strange things.

Yes, he does.

But we think we found
the reason in his madness.

Check it out.

Right here, and you see...

Dr. Harris looks at the clamps.

The clamp was blocking a clot

that must have been forming in her vein.

When I took the clamps off,

the clot was released into her bloodstream.

This was the first clue.

This is the echocardiogram
taken of the patient's heart

in the E.R.

- This was the second clue.
- Yes.

Mm. I don't see anything unusual with it.

Exactly. See, we couldn't either.

But if you look really closely,
see this area here?

- Yes.
- It suggests

blood flow between the chambers.

Yes, and remember, Dr. Harris was once
married to a heart surgeon.

Suspecting a heart problem,
we went up into the ICU

and asked the patient if she
would consent to a bubble study.

And she did, which is why we're late.

Sorry.

It shows that she has
patent foramen ovale...

- a hole in her heart.
- Yes.

The blood clot from her leg

traveled through the hole
in her heart to her brain,

causing the hematoma.

Which is what Dr. Harris suspected.

Yes, and he confirmed it
by looking at her pupils!

It's amazing.

Everybody clap. It's cool.

It's amazing.

- Thank you. Thank you.
- Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Well, Charlie, unbelievable...

yet... believable.

Right.

Uh, interesting.

Thank you.

She's smart but not big on authority.

She's got spunk.

Well, that's not really in fashion.

I mean, sorry to put it that way,

but potential parents
aren't looking for attitude.

So, that's it? You've given up?

No, I never give up, but let's face facts.

I mean, Giselle's been through
three foster families...

ran away from two,
the third one kicked her out.

What about...

Is there something between a
foster parent and a big sister?

Wow, Maggie.

That was some detective work back there.

You're a regular Miss Marple.

Is that how you see me...
as an aging spinster?

Thank you.

No, it's just, uh, you know,
how you solved this, uh...

Okay, forget it.

So, anyway, um, a friend of mine

gave me this gift certificate
for a seafood restaurant,

and I'm wondering if you'd like to go.

How's that
celibacy experiment going?

Uh, well, it's off... in theory.

In theory?

Yeah. Would you like to go?

I would...

In theory.

Results of your brain biopsy came back.

Mr. Helperin...

you have a terminal illness.

I'm dying?

You have a genetically inherited condition

called Nasu-Hakola disease.

- Never heard of that.
- It's extremely rare.

It also produces neurological deficits.

Which is why you're forgetting things.

The first manifestation of
the disease is the broken bones.

Yeah, started breaking in my late 30s.

Which is why, when I first saw you,

it presented itself

as what I believed
was vanishing bone disease.

The psychiatric results ruled it out.

Cut to the chase... how long have I got?

It varies.

Straight truth, damn it.

No one with this condition

has ever lived beyond 50, Mr. Helperin.

That's a sad story.

It's a difficult diagnosis, yes.

When Julia died,
I devoted myself to teaching.

Those kids are all I have.

Of course,
all potential foster parents

- have to submit to a psych evaluation.
- Okay.

And then there'd be the home visit.

No problem. My cleaning lady
is there from 10:00 to 3:00.

Uh, no. Uh, visit's with you.

Dawn, you'd have to cut back your hours.

Giselle needs to be in first position.

I-I-it's gonna be a big change.

One I couldn't possibly make.

You should just take her. Take her away now.

So, we were able to confirm
that you had two strokes.

The first one

occurred when you were
bicycling alongside the train.

You had what we call a sentinel bleed,

which can affect your peripheral vision.

So, that might explain why
I swerved in front of that train.

Yes, and the second one, the major one,

of course occurred when you
were on the operating table.

Are these strokes gonna keep happening?

No, now that we know it's there,

we are going to fix the hole in your heart.

I didn't see you wash your hands.

Well, I did, but, uh, you do know

there is such a thing
as good bacteria, right?

Now, you mentioned having never
had restaurant food before.

First you save me, and now
you're trying to kill me?

Mm, baby steps.

Really?

And, uh...

three's your number, right?

I can't eat those.

Elaine, you weren't hurt today
because you turned left.

It wasn't faulty thinking...
it was a medical problem.

And I don't think anything is gonna happen

if you have three or...

even one of those.

You see a won ton...

I see chaos.

Well, that's a matter of perspective.

And perspectives...

can change.

Wait. Wait.

How long is it gonna take realistically

to find Giselle a new situation?

I don't know.

Uh, it's Friday,
so certainly not before Monday.

How about I take her for the weekend?

For real?

I'd have to call my supervisor,

and you may have to have her
for as long as a week.

Okay.

Make the call.

Where are you taking me?

To Denmark.

What is this?

Your students did this for you.

Where wilt thou lead me?

Speak!

I will go no further.

I am thy father's spirit,

doomed for a certain term to walk the night,

and for the days,
confined to fast in fires...

Till the foul crimes
done in my days of nature

are burnt and purged away.

But for that I am forbid

to tell the secrets of my prison house,

I could a tale unfold whose lightest word

would harrow up thy soul,
freeze thy young blood,

make thy two eyes, like stars,
start from their spheres.

Got your coat.

Charlie.

Dawn.

You know Giselle?

Uh, we haven't met officially. Hi.

I'm staying with her for the weekend.

Well, Dawn is tough but fair,

and she's an excellent cook.

Just so you know, I didn't buy

Maggie and Rian's explanation for a second.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

It was just you doing
your "whoo-whoo" thing.

Well, I guess we'll never know.

But to be fair,

I wouldn't know a patent foramen ovale

- from a hole in the heart.
- Mm.

Everything I know about a broken
heart I learned from you.

Ooh. Fail.

Good night, Charlie.

Good night.

We're early.

Damn it.

Maggie, Dr. Dey.

Hey, uh, Sydney, thanks again for this.

Enjoy your dinner.

Get thee to a nunnery.

Hey, you should come with us.

I hear they have a kosher salad bar.

Yeah.
You should come with us.

That would be great.

Okay.

Okay.

Cool.

Oh, I die, Horatio.

Now cracks a noble heart.

Good night, sweet prince,

and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

Hey.

Hey.

I had to, uh, tell a patient

that, uh, he's going to die.

That's tough.

Yeah.

He's a teacher,
and his students worship him.

It hardly seems fair.

How long?

Dead by 50.

Yeah.

Also, I used Maggie's name

and got my father's medical records.

You used Maggie's name and got...

Got my father's medical records.

Alex, I would have done that for you.

I know. I-I just...

I have always been afraid to look into it.

But I found that he had
metastatic lung cancer, Charlie,

which means that
it could have moved to his brain

by the time he killed himself.

It's possible, right?

Well, I think if he'd been
in his right mind...

He never would have left you.

Yeah.

Whoa.

You okay?

Yeah. The baby kicked.

He's been doing that a lot lately.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Could I, um...

Just right here.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Where did you go?

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