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I'll be inside for 45 minutes,

then you'll see me in recovery in three hours.

Right, Dr. Woods? Absolutely.

Your mother's surgery is as routine as it gets.

I've performed it hundreds of times.

How many hundreds?

(chuckles) Um...

Let's just say once a day for my entire career.

Okay.

This is where we go in.

Dr. Woods will update you--

In 45 minutes. That's correct.

Everything's gonna be fine.

(inhales)

Mm.

Okay.

* *

(exhales)

Two hours and 47 minutes.

Can I see my mom, Dr. Woods? Ryan...

Hey.

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

(elevator bell dings)

...weather balloon stations.

They're probably listening right now.

Ms. Crest is available to speak with you right now. Uh--

Are you su-- No questions.

This way.

TODD: Okay...

And you mean, like, Beverly Crest?

(knocking)

Oh. (Gus chuckles softly)

It is 9:00 in the morning.

Um, why aren't you at work?

Oh, I'm headed there.

Eventually.

I just wanted to come by

and confirm our date for Saturday night.

You're confirming in person?

Yeah... Well, I drowned my phone.

I dropped it in boiling water.

And the guy in the houseboat

next door said I should put it in rice.

So I did, but the phone was wet

and, you know, hot, so...

I think that this might be my lunch now.

Well, you could've emailed.

I thought face-to-face confirmation

would eliminate further snafus.

And also, maybe I could snag some face time.

Ah. Well...

We are confirmed.

But... now I have a meeting.

So I'll see you on Saturday.

Oh.

Okay.

TODD: Uh...

Hello. (chuckles)

Wow, I've never been in here before.

It's very...

Gigantic hands in a bowl of water.

And, uh... whup!

Exploding flowers, okay...

You're nervous. Stop talking.

Yes, understood. Well, that was still talking.

But, okay. Enough. Stopped.

I want to expand your horizons.

Right now, you work only on your mother's cases.

But maybe I can capitalize on your talents.

Authorize you to investigate any case at this firm.

That would be awesome.

Does Lyle... Any case?

Wait, am I allowed to talk now? No.

Okay. But first, you have to prove yourself to me

by vetting five people.

Now you can speak.

Okay, yeah. Vetting? I can vet.

But vet who for what? Or what for who? (chuckles)

We're seeking candidates to replace Alistair Song.

Huh. There has to be

three named partners to break ties when making big decisions.

Mm-hmm.

(mumbles)

No chance...

Oh, um, Gus Easton is one of these names.

And?

And, well, uh, that is a name that I know.

Yes. He's a heavyweight corporate attorney from Seattle.

And I want to know everything about him.

Isn't my mom being considered for named partner?

We're also looking at outside lawyers.

You know...

right now, I have a case involving international exports

and counterfeit luxury goods.

But if your boots are firmly placed in Mommy's office,

then I can easily ask Lyle--

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

My boots can go wherever they want.

With me in them. (laughs) Good.

Consider this a test of your competence and discretion.

Leak any of that information and I will make sure

that you never get your investigator's license back.

Oh. Uh, hi. Hi.

Congrats on winning the shampoo case.

Congrats on dating the Rose Festival Queen.

Yeah.

(sighs)

BOTH: Listen...

You first. Oh, uh, can you--

Can you just, um...

Can I ask you a work question

about a professional matter?

You're normally the person I talk to

about this because I mostly trust your opinion,

but now we're--

And, uh, I've been sworn to secrecy if I want to live, so--

Is there a question? Yeah.

Yeah, okay. Sorry. Look, um...

Beverly Crest is playing some weird

fourth-dimensional chess with me...

We can't be friends anymore.

I can't talk to you or be around you.

For a while.

A long while.

But I am happy for you and Amy.

It's just... I'm at work.

And this is complicated.

And I think you mean three-dimensional chess.

Understood.

Understood.

* *

I-I really need to speak with her.

I'm sorry, you have to have an appointment.

I'm sorry. Hey, hey, I just said...

Ms. Wright, I really need to speak with you.

FRANCEY: Margaret, I'm so sorry.

I tried to stop him. He doesn't have an appointment.

Well, it's okay, Francey.

How can I help?

Oh, wait, you're--

My mother was Kathy Fox and you were our lawyer.

My name is-- Ryan. Yes.

Ryan. (chuckles)

I haven't see you since you were in high school.

It's okay, Francey. Thank you.

We fought the school board together.

To get me tailored academic assistance

because I'm autistic.

I work with computers now. In IT.

Oh, I am so pleased to hear that.

And happy to see you. How can I help?

My mother died.

Oh, Ryan, that's awful, I--

(stammers) Last night. It was during her surgery.

The hospital gave me these papers to sign.

Do I need to sign them?

Uh, your mother died last night?

Yes.

And... (stammering)

...they've already given you these to sign for a settlement?

This is, this is highly unusual. Should I sign?

I would need the money

for the mortgage on our house.

My house.

The... house.

They still haven't told me

what happened to her, and I-I...

I really want to know, and...

Okay, Ryan. Come on, sit down.

Okay.

(sharp exhale) Okay.

So, you need the money,

and, uh, they are pushing you to sign very quickly. Okay.

Uh, the people at the hospital

they've run the numbers to see just...

...how little you would accept.

In high school, you knew I was being bullied.

This is like that, right?

Yes, Ryan.

This is exactly like that.

But...

we have fought bullies before,

and won.

And we're just gonna have to do it again.

(sighs)

(quietly): Okay?

I got you.

They offered nothing.

I mean, taking advantage of a young man who is

seriously grieving-- It's appalling.

I am going to trounce that hospital attorney--

Wait, this is Allison's hospital? Yes.

And demand a much, much better settlement offer.

Oh, wait, wait, wait, but, Francey,

that means I'm going to have to switch

the Smith deposition to next Friday

and I'll have to do the trial prep on the weekend. Okay.

Oh. I am busy on Saturday.

Yeah? Big plans?

Uh, yes.

I have... a date.

With Gus Easton. Not with Gus Easton.

Yes, Todd.

Your mother is an adult, human woman,

who would like to go on a date.

I don't need to hear that. Well, fine.

I don't know what business it is of yours, anyway.

Wait, so this is like a date date? Mm-hmm.

It's not just a work drinks thing?

There's no chance that he's, like, grilling you

for information about the firm

or trying to poach clients, or spying or embezzling

or anything unethical like that, right?

Todd, are you suggesting that

Gus is not interested in your mother as a woman...

You're not a woman, you're my mom. ...but as a mark?

No. Yes? No, no, not at all.

Well, then, why are you grilling me? Well, I don't know.

Maybe I should've done a little more grilling

of Harry before you married him. Oh, Todd, that is sweet.

But, Todd, do not investigate my dinner dates.

That is a direct order.

Now I have to get to the hospital.

Okay. But, uh, do you happen to know

Gus's favorite sports teams?

Or, uh, I don't know, maybe his social security number?

Oh, uh, no. And neither will you.

Thank you. Oh, oh!

Baseball. The Marinators.

Mariners.

Uh, Ms. Gallagher,

I'd like to understand the rush the hospital is in.

Oh, there's no rush at all, Ms. Wright.

Really?

Pressing a neurodivergent young man to sign an agreement

releasing the hospital of full liability

less than 24 hours after his mother dies

in a routine operation?

Well, the State has strict guidelines

surrounding medical settlements, which we adhered to.

That still doesn't answer my question-- HELENE: However...

I'll increase my offer by $100,000.

Oh, ho-ho-ho...

Whatever you are hiding, it must be big.

Mm.

MARGARET: Ryan won't come to any settlement

until I've had a chance

to look at Kathy Fox's medical records,

and speak to her surgeon.

No. I can't-- can't make that happen.

Well...

you can add as many zeroes as you like to that offer,

but Ryan is signing nothing until we understand

why Kathy Fox, his mother, is gone.

MARGARET: Well...

this Helene upstairs is clearly hiding something.

And I think it's something big.

Isn't this your suitcase?

Uh, yeah, I just-- I've-I've been here

a few nights, I've been working back-to-backs.

Uh-huh. Well, Allison,

we all know that payoffs are the way that hospitals

get people to just look the other direction.

So if you could just help me

understand exactly what it is they...

Isn't this your suitcase, too?

(chuckling): Allison.

How many back-to-backs are you thinking of working? (inhales)

Are you and Chuck...

Oh, Allison, are you living here?

Hey. ALLISON: Hey.

Who is this?

(door closes)

(clears throat)

Um...

Ross, this is my mother.

Mom, this is Ross,

my colleague

who had to work late last night.

(stammering) Are-are you, um... Is...

Is he...? Uh...

Should I give you two a minute? No, no, no.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. No, no, there's no need.

No. Um...

Dr. Woods slept in that bed right there.

I slept in this one right here.

I have to explain on-call rooms

to my mother, I'm so sorry. Dr. Woods?

Doctor Ross Woods? Yeah.

You operated on Kathy Fox yesterday.

Wait, I'm sorry.

This is the case that you're here about?

You were talking to hospital's lead counsel

about Ross? I'm sorry. What, what case?

Oh, my God, are there no other hospitals in Portland?

I have been trying to gather information

about Kathy Fox's death, and it seems that

the powers that be are determined to stop me.

And, in actuality,

they appear to be protecting you.

Would you be willing to have a private conversation with me?

No, no, no. Ross...

Her client is suing you. Do not say a single word.

* *

Wright.

Hi. Do you have anything for me?

Yes, uh, actually, I do.

Initial info on candidate number two,

Cooper Bloomfield. Hmm.

Two pet ferrets, a 1968 Volvo

and three prior convictions for shoplifting

in Arizona in 2004?

Under the name Cooper Bloomfeld.

So, I guess he's off the list? (elevator bell dings)

You know who's never shoplifted before?

My mom. And I think that...

MARGARET: Hold the elevator! ...she's coming right now.

Hi. Good morning, Todd.

Beverly.

Beautiful morning. Gorgeous.

So gorgeous. Mm.

(phone buzzes, chimes)

(elevator bell dings)

Todd... Yeah?

You did not speak to Beverly Crest, did you?

Did-did you say anything embarrassing?

Todd, I am this close

to getting my name above the letterhead.

Yeah, of course not. Wait, was that Beverly Crest?

You know, she's a lot shorter than people say she is. Todd...

Don't worry, okay? You're gonna get the job.

Okay.

Hopefully.

MARGARET: Good morning. Morning.

We have officially rejected the hospital's settlement offer,

and I have just filed a medical malpractice claim.

Okay, so now the onus is on us to prove

that Woods was negligent rendering care.

Yes, and that that negligence resulted in injury.

Where are you on that?

Ryan signed releases for his mother's surgical records...

But surgical records are aggravatingly hospital specific

and notoriously hard to decipher.

Should we reach out to a medical expert?

(huffs) We have a medical expert.

Allison. She just won't talk to me.

So what we need

is another expert at that same hospital.

I might have the perfect person. Hmm.

MARGARET: Dr. Diane Young?

She and Dr. Woods both work with the ML6000 robot

to perform gallbladder surgery,

the same operation Ryan's mother died from.

Let's set up an appointment.

Dr. Young, I'm just so scared of surgeries

and going through with it.

It's a minimally invasive laparoscopic surgery

and recovery time is rarely more than a week at home.

You'll be fine, Ms. Wright.

Wonderful.

But I-I did see that there are other surgeons at this hospital

who perform the same, the same operation.

There was an ad for a... a Dr. Woods?

I can't comment on another doctor,

but I can say I'm the one leading the labs

instructing the other doctors on the ML6000 robot.

Great. Okay, um...

There's a rumor about Dr. Woods,

that he lost a patient to this same surgery

with the same robot this week.

I also heard a rumor...

about a lawyer asking questions.

I am just protecting my client who lost his mother.

I-If you could just take a look at these surgical notes--

You need to go through the proper channels.

I am being blocked by the proper channels.

Dr. Young, you seem like a woman of integrity.

Is there anything you can tell mem off the record,

to shed some light on Dr. Woods and his surgeries?

I wasn't here when the patient died.

But-- off the record--

if I was having this surgery,

I'd trust the doctor who leads instructions on the robot,

not someone who flunked nearly every lab.

* *

(watch chimes) 2:47 p.m.

Looks like we are landing at a building.

Residential.

(grunts)

Elmira Howard?

Subject is going to the apartment

of an unknown woman in the middle of the day?

Hi, there.

GUS: Hello, my succulent little hedgehog.

Got here soon as I could. I've missed you.

(watch beeps) He missed her?

(scoffs) I knew it.

He's going on a date with my mom tomorrow,

but today he's having a tryst with a secret daytime lover?

This is "situation Harry" all over again.

You know what? I am going in

for visual proof and verification.

(grunts)

Slimebag.

* *

(water running)

GUS: Todd?

TODD: Ah, bathrobe. I mean, uh, uh...

Gus.

What are you doing here? Are you following me?

I think the real question

for your succulent little hedgehog is

what are you doing here?

I'm here to water a succulent.

It's a plant.

Elmira calls it her hedgehog.

Aha! Elmira. The other woman.

Elmira is an 80-year-old paralegal at my firm

that lets me use her shower

when the plumbing is out on my houseboat.

Oh. And in exchange, I water her plants.

So, might this be about your mom and our date?

Or are you here just to ogle me

in Elmira's bathrobe?

What? I'm not ogling. No one's ogling.

You're not not ogling.

Look, I am just...

doing my due diligence.

I am a PI and she is my mom,

who's been through a lot recently.

Okay. You know what? Let's go grab a bite to eat.

Come on, we can chat, you can get to know me

a little bit better, huh?

Yeah? All right.

Uh, I-I'll put some pants on first.

Okay.

Wasn't ogling.

(inhales) Allison.

Mom, what are you doing here?

You wouldn't answer your phone,

so as your mother,

I am required to come find you.

Why are you in the surgical waiting area?

I am on a break and I'm waiting for a friend

to finish up a surgery.

Uh-huh. Not Dr. Woods.

The man who-- Ugh.

They let him operate again?

You know, this might surprise you to learn,

but I've also lost patients.

And it sucks.

But that doesn't mean that we're bad doctors.

Well, I just spoke to Dr. Young

and she said that Dr. Woods is sloppy.

I would take her with a grain of salt. Really?

Yes. She wants to be chief of surgery

and Ross is the favorite candidate. Mm.

Allison...

are you sleeping with him?

Have you left sweet Chuck?

What is going on? Why are you suing a doctor?

Well... It feels really gross that you're doing that to one of us.

My client lost his mother in a routine surgery.

This was preventable.

Someone has to hold Dr. Woods accountable.

Okay, but, Mom, this isn't a cover-up, okay?

Ross is crushed by what happened,

and you're making everything worse.

Fine.

Then if you'll just tell me exactly what you think--

No, no, no, no.

I'm not your medical information ATM.

You can't just put in my code and find out whatever you want.

NURSE: Dr. Grant?

Ross' patient didn't make it...

so he won't be able to join you.

(quietly): Oh, no.

Your Dr. Woods has now killed two people

in less than 24 hours?

He is grossly incompetent.

Allison, if we don't stop him, he will kill more.

Mm.

(indistinct chatter)

Hot wings are so refreshing. Yeah.

It's like napalm in my mouth.

They call this "the truth serum plate."

It's so hot, it burns through any resistance.

Oh, yeah? Well. I can't really see anything.

But, uh, let's give it a try.

Yeah? Yeah.

You ready? Sure, go ahead.

How do you feel about me dating your mom?

Fine. (squeals)

Um, how many firms you work for the last ten years?

Three. How long you been a PI?

Five. Years.

Have you ever been convicted of a felony in Colorado, Utah...

(exclaims) ...and/or, uh, Mississippi?

Can't recall, but no.

Is your "folksy charm" thing real,

or is it just an act to,

you know, disarm people? Real.

How do you stay so fit when all I see you eat is garbage?

Spin class. Tonsillitis, twice a year.

And, you know, mysteries excite me.

Supercharges my metabolism. Favorite authors?

Larry McMurtry. Anne Tyler. Bruce Jay Friedman.

Okay, okay...

No, no, no. Not-not the water.

Drink the milk. Okay.

And here. Have some bread.

Thank you.

You know it's just a date, right?

There's no need to panic.

But is this really what's got you all wound up?

You got trouble at work?

Yeah, no, well, um...

my mom has a tough case and she's running up

against the medical industrial complex. Oh.

Yeah. Classic stonewalling. I've been there.

Had a class action suit last year.

Hospitals are very powerful businesses

with bottom lines to protect.

So it all comes down to money.

It comes down to what makes them money.

A doctor, a particular specialty,

a gadget no one else has...

They're always trying to protect

whatever it is that keeps people walking through

those doors.

That is...

good to know. Right?

So the hospital is shielding

whoever generates the most revenue.

Mm-hmm. That makes sense.

You came up with that by yourself? Um, yeah.

And at this hospital that thing is

the robot. Dr. Woods.

No, it's Dr. Woods.

They won't give me his records without a subpoena,

they won't let me talk to him,

and they let him perform the exact same surgery

less than 24 hours later.

Their moneymaker is Dr. Woods.

Yes, but he performed the same surgery

with the same robot each time.

A robot that they spent

millions of bucks on,

had all their surgeons trained on, advertise with,

and are about to launch a huge marketing campaign around.

How do you know this?

Because I'm an investigator?

And trust me, if word gets out

that there's a "deadly robot,"

this whole hospital will go-- Please,

don't say "kersplitzo."

I don't like it.

Okay, so what we need to know now is

who made the error, Dr. Woods or the robot?

Okay, first of all, I was about to say "kablamo."

And second, do we have a robot expert?

I mean an expert about robots, not an expert robot.

That'd be awesome.

As a matter of fact, we do.

Well, good.

The surgical error rate of our robot is

1/10 of one percent.

The robot is a medical marvel.

And with its simulator,

surgeons can practice until they're competent.

I currently have the highest simulator scores

in the hospital.

Mm. And Dr. Woods, as you suggested earlier,

did not have high simulator scores.

I shouldn't say this, but I want to help.

He sacrificed a second patient

because his own ego couldn't take it.

Would it be possible to see this medical marvel,

the robot? I'm sorry.

It's kept in the surgical suite.

And only surgical personnel are allowed access.

Excuse me, I have a consult in five minutes.

Okay. Thank you.

The robot is basically a computer,

which means every surgery is probably in its memory.

Uh-huh, and if we can access that memory...

LYLE (over phone): We can find out

if the robot or the human made the mistake.

But how can we access the memory

when we can't even get into the room

where the, where the robot is?

Hold on, Todd is coming back with something, with--

What is it?

I have an idea.

Your idea is a gurney?

I cannot believe I am doing this.

I feel ridiculous. Ooh.

But you look fantastic.

Just keep telling yourself that.

Why do I let you talk me into these things?

(grunting softly)

Well, you know,

if you don't like it, maybe I can start working with

some cooler lawyers at the firm

who would maybe be more into this sort of thing. Hmm?

(exclaims) What are you talking about?

Don't be ridiculous.

You are dead. Remember that.

I am not dead. I'm in disguise.

Selma Nusbaum? TODD (muffled): Mm-hmm.

For the hysterectomy?

Hysterectomy?

Yeah, she's just a little bit nervous.

Uh, uh, surgical amnesia is...

Take her into OR Three.

We'll be back from lunch in a bit.

(quietly): Thank you.

TODD: What are you doing?

I-I don't want to lose my uterus.

Keep it up, it'll be your vasectomy.

Whoa. Wow.

Okay.

No direct eye contact.

We don't know if it's been fed yet today.

Okay, we're in.

LYLE: All right, there should be

a panel on the back.

Open it and slide out the motherboard.

(grunts)

Okay. Panel on the back...

Okay, I got it right here.

(both screaming)

Todd, Todd, it's alive. Be careful.

Okay, uh...

Okay. Got it open. Now what?

(both screaming)

Ow! I think it got me.

That's a blade!

LYLE: The hard drive is on the top left.

Top left?

MARGARET: Hurry.

Pull the tabs, and it should pop right out.

It's moving, Lyle!

Hurry, Todd.

Looking good. Okay. Hold on.

I got it. Okay. They're gonna be here any second

to take your uterus out.

I got it. Okay.

(shouts) Let's go!

Come on. No, Todd!

Oh, oh, God.

(mumbling) Oh, Todd, Todd.

Turn around, turn around.

What, did it get me? No, no, no. Honey,

I can see your underwear. Oh, come on, Mom!

(soft whirring)

LYLE: This is the robotics expert I hired to help us

extract and interpret information from the ML6000.

Pleasure to meet you. I'm Kyle.

BOTH: Kyle? (sighs)

So the hard drive contains

detailed information for all the surgeries and simulations

in the last six months.

Dr. Woods removed two gallbladders this week.

Cholecystectomies.

And in both, he accidentally severed the hepatic artery

and the patient bled out.

Which is consistent with

errors made in his most recent simulator practice.

So it was Dr. Woods' fault.

And will you testify to that, Kyle, in a trial?

A-And would you testify in a pile? Or on the Nile?

Or would you actually testify with a smile?

Todd, stop. Thank you, Lyle, Kyle.

Um, did you have the file? Oh, damn it.

Oh, oh, don't be in denial. (chuckles)

Lyle. Kyle.

You're right.

He is quite annoying.

Quite is right.

(knocking) Ms. Gallagher.

Mm, Ms. Wright.

Let's talk about the hard drive of the ML6000.

I don't know anything about that.

Oh, well, a hard drive

is a font of information.

This is a full report on Kathy Fox's surgery.

Every detail. How did you get that?

Dr. Woods nicked the hepatic artery.

Both times.

And this isn't just an error

he's committing on his own patients.

He made the exact same error in his last practice surgery.

He is dangerous.

Shut it down.

Uh, I need to talk to the board.

Take your time.

I have dinner plans tonight.

But if I don't hear from you first thing tomorrow morning,

I'll be happy to tell the whole city

about your hospital and Dr. Woods's record.

Good night.

* *

Hey. ROSS: Hey.

You didn't answer my texts, so I didn't know

which one you wanted-- turkey or meatball?

I'm, uh...

I'm not...

I'm suspended.

Wait, I thought that the hospital was settling.

They were-- until your mother raised

the specter of a class action lawsuit.

Al, this is likely the end of my career.

I'm so sorry. I...

I mean, no. Come on. Hey.

Every doctor gets sued at some point.

(scoffs)

You know, this isn't quite

what I thought being a doctor would be like when I was a kid.

Yeah.

You thought that you would be...

ROSS: (sighs) The Biggest Hero.

Yeah.

Wow.

Do terrible puns run in your family?

(chuckles) That was a good one. (chuckling)

That was a really, really good one. Yeah, it was.

Yeah.

* *

So...

you're separated?

But not divorced.

Okay.

That's meatball. (clears throat)

You know me very well.

Yeah, I do. Mm-hmm.

(both chuckling)

Hey, it's finally happening.

We are on the date. Ah.

I will drink to that. Mm-hmm.

(sighs)

I have to say that I am very impressed with

this clean, ironed shirt.

Oh, th-- No, this shirt is toast.

No, I mean, it's, it's literally toast.

(coughs) Burned it with an iron.

Okay.

So I have to know.

The car. The pizza car.

Oh, God.

Hot & Fresh?

(chuckling): What is that?

Well, my daughter and I...

Sorry, um, to interrupt, but something has come up

with the hospital and we need

to figure out a plan ASAP. Todd?

We talked about this. Talked about what?

Wait, you two talked?

He's been following me to make sure I mean no harm.

(chuckles) Oh, Todd.

We talked about this. No. No.

I'm not here because of your date.

And I wasn't following him for you.

I was following him for...

...Crest. Oh.

For Crest? For Beverly Crest?

Yes. Look, I'm vetting all the potential named partner

candidates for Crest.

And...

she made me promise not to tell you.

Is this true? GUS: Yeah.

She let me know I'm in the running.

I was gonna tell you during dinner,

but it slipped my mind.

A named partnership slipped your mind?

Well, I get these offers all the time.

It doesn't mean anything.

And I don't know,

a small part of me wondered if we might

get a kick out of working together.

With you as my boss?

Well, I didn't think of it like that.

Me working under you?

I have given my life to this firm.

(stammers) Why would she even consider you over me?

Oh, so you don't want to work together.

Well, I've seen you work, Easton.

A drunken rhesus monkey with a law degree

could do as well.

A rhesus monkey? Slow down, there, Wright.

I was never gonna take a job

at some rinky-dink third-rate firm

in Portland anyway. Hey...

Rinky-dinky? The rinkiest.

How dare you? GUS: What?

Do you even know... Your lead investigator

is your own son? ...who I've represented?

I don't know why I'm being brought into this.

That's penny-pinching nepotism if I ever saw it.

This date is officially over. GUS: Wait, hey--

Oh, come on.

Officially.

Fine.

(exhales)

See you around, kid.

I cannot believe

that she would vet outside counsel over me.

And use my own son to help?

I mean, it is a total betrayal.

And I can't believe that you lied to me.

Look, I feel awful, and I-I'm sorry for that,

and for, you know, raining on this whole parade here tonight. (clears throat)

(inhales)

I guess some things just... weren't meant to be.

Oh, could this night get any worse? Um, well, actually,

the reason why I was coming here was because

the hospital has withdrawn their settlement offer.

What?

So...

do you want to get this food to go,

or you want me to just eat it here?

RYAN: I don't understand.

They wanted me to sign so badly before.

What changed? Well, the hospital submitted proof

that your mother ate after midnight,

the night before her surgery.

They have this receipt from Quality Pie.

What does this have to do with her surgery?

Your mother had strict instructions

not to eat after midnight, so...

But-but she didn't eat anything. I did.

We have no way to prove that, Ryan.

So... So, it's... it's my fault?

No. No, no, no. This is not your fault.

(sniffling)

It's okay.

I mean, poor Ryan. I should've invited him.

He's had dinner every single night of his life

with his mother, and... now he's eating alone.

Like Chuck.

Thank you. That is helpful.

I still can't believe you left him.

I don't want to talk about this.

You know, Mom said it might be 'cause of some hot doctor

at the hospital?

The robot killer guy?

Is that true?

You and, uh, McMurdery? Together?

Todd.

Oh, my God. Ross is my friend, okay?

Since residency, a group of us have gotten together for dinner

every other Thursday, and that is it.

I'm so sick of this.

You know, there are certain parts of our jobs

that you civilians will never understand.

BOTH: Us civilians? Like when you lose a patient?

And then you have to immediately move on to the next patient

because if you don't, then you might have two dead patients.

Has Dr. Woods talked to you about the deaths?

Yes, of course.

He is beside himself with guilt,

replaying the surgeries over and over in his head

wondering if maybe he did something wrong.

I'll need you to testify to that. No, that is not happening.

I am done being your medical Google.

Todd, as we discussed. Do it.

Do what?

(sighs) Mm...

Mom's cloth napkin. Allison Grant.

You have been served.

Sorry.

BAILIFF: Do you solemnly swear to tell

the whole truth and nothing but the truth,

so help you God? I do.

You may be seated.

Dr. Grant,

on the night of April 7,

you were with Dr. Woods.

Did he comment on the surgery he had just performed?

I do not recall.

You do not recall?

Mm.

Oh, I see. Uh.

Well, may I remind you that lying is perjuring yourself?

You may.

All right, then. Lying is perjuring yourself.

Did Dr. Woods--

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

I don't care. Does that help?

MARGARET: Allison, this is a court of law.

Your Honor, this seems odd.

The witness is the opposing counsel's daughter.

Ms. Wright, can you reign this in?

Dr. Grant, would you, uh, tell us, please,

the exact nature of your relationship with the defendant?

ALLISON: We are both physicians

at Oregon Medical Science Hospital, and that is it.

But you are sleeping at the hospital,

in close proximity to Dr. Woods on a regular basis,

despite having a husband

that you have abandoned at home.

Is that correct?

I'm not answering any of these questions.

Uh, Your Honor, permission to treat the witness

as a hostile daughter.

I mean, uh--

her-- her as a hostile witness.

Okay, we are not sleeping together.

I don't know the state of my marriage right now,

and I cannot recall exactly what Dr. woods said to me

about the surgeries.

Allison, this is perjury!

You told me-- Fantastic.

I'm perjuring myself. Send me to jail.

Three square meals, and a nice warm bed.

Bring it on.

Did Dr. Woods confide in you

that he felt his actions may have led to the death

of Kathy Fox?

I plead the Fifth. That is not appropriate here.

The daughter-- witness will answer the question.

(sighs)

Ross Woods is a great doctor...

...and a great friend.

And if it weren't for him,

I don't know that I would be a doctor today.

And you can subpoena anybody else

in our residency dinner group,

and I'm sure they would tell you the exact same thing.

Wait a minute.

Your residency dinner group.

When did you say the exact date was

that you last met? I don't know.

Sometime last month. March...

March. March what? ALLISON: March 9. March 9.

(gasps)

Your Honor, I need a brief recess.

ALLISON: Okay, well, I'm not coming back

up here, so you'd better be done with me.

You will testify when I say you will testify, young lady,

and until then, I am done with her, Your Honor.

I am seriously done with her!

Great.

BEVERLY: Mm.

This is actually pretty thorough and well organized.

What is this? "Gus Easton looks like

Ryan O'Neal in a bathrobe." How would you know that?

Look... (exhales)

The evidence is right there and it is crystal clear.

Your best candidate has been here all along.

Are you speaking to me as an investigator

or as Margaret's son? Either way.

Oh, and, uh, your French fake luxury goods case

is tied to a local business here in Portland

that's changed names and addresses three times in a year.

Seems like a tax dodge,

nonsense foreign shell corp thing.

So, second-guess that case.

I got to go, but...

Check... mate. (chuckles)

That's a fourth-dimensional chess move. So...

(door opens, closes) Hmm.

(phone ringing) Mom.

MARGARET (over phone): Todd, listen to this.

On March 9, the robotic surgery simulator log

shows Dr. Woods failing a practice surgery--

at the same time he was having

that residency dinner with Allison.

I mean, I understand hiring a ringer

to help you ace a test,

but why have someone fail it for you?

But who would go

to all the trouble

to make Dr. Woods look like a bad surgeon?

(gasps) Dr. Young.

And if Woods was being

considered for chief of surgery...

And was the favorite...

Then we have motive.

But cheating a simulator is one thing.

How do you get Dr. Woods to make a mistake

on an actual surgery?

With the ML6000.

The robot.

Your Honor, for the record,

I object to the trial being moved to an OR.

This is highly unorthodox.

Overruled, again.

Ms. Wright? Thank you.

Dr. Young,

I understand you've been doing telesurgeries

as charitable outreach--

Chad, Syria...

I work with nonprofits

that bring lifesaving remote surgeries

to underserved populations across the globe.

Uh-huh, and when you perform

these remote surgeries, where are you?

In the OR, right here in Portland.

Here?

While controlling a surgical robotic arm

halfway around the world?

That's right.

MARGARET: Uh, Dr. Young, are you ready to demonstrate

how you control this robotic surgical arm?

Not sure what this is going to prove, but I am.

MARGARET: Of course.

Now, can you show us, please,

how you raise the surgical arm up?

I move my thumbs...

...like this. (soft whirring)

MARGARET: Wow.

And now, can you make the blade arm go down?

I said make it go down, please.

Is something wrong with the robot? Uh...

It's-it's not following my commands.

(phone ringing) MARGARET: Oh, okay. Uh...

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

But, um, this live feed is a demonstrative exhibit

that will prove our case.

So these are my colleagues, Lyle and Kyle.

And as you can see,

they have an ML6000 controller of their own.

Now, let's try this again.

Okay. Dr. Young, can you please you take your hands

off the control?

Thank you. And raise them in the air.

So your hands are straight up-- Great. Great.

Now, Kyle,

can you make the blade arm go down, please?

* *

As you can see,

Dr. Young is no longer in control

of the robotic surgical arm.

So one of the little-known security features of the ML6000,

that we've only ourselves just now discovered,

is that every time a new controller is used

to operate the robot,

the robot stores the IP address

of the controller.

So just now, when we hacked

the robot using our own controller,

uh, the robot recorded the IP address

of our server at the law firm.

HELENE: Objection.

What does this have to do with--

When we went back and examined

the last two surgeries of Dr. Woods,

guess what we discovered buried in the lines of code?

A new IP address attached to an unknown controller.

And that IP matches

your home Internet address, Dr. Young.

She murdered two patients and tried to ruin

Dr. Woods so that she could be chief of surgery.

You-you killed my patients?

HELENE: Objection! Diane, how could you?

HELENE: Objection! Diane!

JUDGE: (bangs gavel) Order. Order in the court.

Bailiff, take Dr. Young into custody.

We are taking this case back to the courthouse now.

(bangs gavel)

$3,000,000. Well, you deserve it.

And your mother would be so proud of you.

You helped me.

You found out what happened to my mom.

Well, I'm honored that you asked me.

And should you ever need anything else, Ryan,

you know where to find me.

Thank you. Yeah.

Oh, come here. Come here, can I? Yes. Oh.

Good luck, Ryan. Good luck. Thank you.

I'm sure that the hospital will reinstate you

immediately, you know. Mm, I don't know.

After all this, I might need a little break.

I, um...

I understand that.

(both chuckling softly)

Shall we?

Excuse me.

("Brighter Side" by Connie Conway playing)

Mr. Easton.

* There's a brighter side... *

(sighs) I think I'm, uh, buying you lunch.

Oh, really? Mm-hmm.

And to what do I owe this great honor?

Well, I think I kind of screwed up your dinner date

the other night. Aw.

Beverly Crest screwed up my dinner date that night.

Well, don't worry.

I put in a good word for you.

Oh, thank you. Now, onto lunch.

Shrimp salad in the cafeteria? Ooh!

Your favorite? I'd be delighted.

Great, just need a small bridge loan

to make that happen. Oh, Todd.

I'm joking.

I mean, I'm not, but I could be.

You know, it's just for $28 dollars. (exclaims)

I'm joking. But also, I'm not.

Okay. Uh, you're paying.

Not joking. All right.

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