All language subtitles for Saving Hope S05E14 720p HDTV x264-KILLERS

I am a student of life and light,

but in order to bask in the light,

we need to first outshine the darkness.

Alex: - Dana?
Dana: - Yeah?

I want you to close your eyes.

What are we doing here?

- I want you to know this...
- Currently?

Yes.

We are opening our sacral chakras.

Okay.

Your past does not equal your future.

Though I am pretty sure
my chakra's broken.

[laughs]

I can book you in for a chakra-ectomy.

[laughs]

Ladies, I'm trying to meditate.

Oh.

- So are we.
- Breath.

Well, you're doing it wrong.

[speaks indistinctly]

And true forgiveness
is letting go of the idea

that your past could have been
any different than it is.

I want you to stop doing
what you think you should.

I want you to start doing
what you feel.

How's it going with Charlie anyway?

To choose to...

You two are still clearly
nuts about each other...

just what's keeping you apart?

I'm trying to meditate.

I know... uh, um...

Ow.

- Ohm.
- Ohm.

Ow!

- I don't think this is part of the class.
- Ow!

I don't think so, either.

Aah! Please keep going
with your... meditation.

My name is Alex, I'm a doctor.

Could you just lay back for us?

Alex: Here you go. There you go.

Can you tell us where it hurts?

- Yeah, my solar plexus, I think.
- Uh-huh.

Do you mind if I check it out?

Can I take your pulse?

There is a large protrusion
in the upper left quadrant.

I think we better take her in.

Class, I am so sorry
for this distraction.

Please just continue with
your practice right now.

Oh, you guys, I can breathe
through this, okay?

I'm fine.

Oh, okay, no. Uh, class is dismissed.

Everybody just roll up your mats.

We need to take her to the hospital.

[siren wails]

- 3, 2, 1.
- Oof.

Oh. Your mind is a fountain of worry.

- You can say that about any surgeon.
- Mm-hmm.

How long has this been bothering you?

On and off, I'd say a few weeks.

All right, Layla, I'm going to
attempt to reduce this manually.

You may feel some pressure.

Here we go. Ready?

Aah! [breathing heavily]

[groans]

Could be incarcerated.
We'll need to run some tests.

I don't know if I'll be able to
guide this in without surgery.

No.

Look, I already had surgery
when I was a kid. Didn't work.

Every few years,
it just comes back knocking.

On your abdominal wall?

Sorry, it's a doctor joke.

I know it's stubborn, but I can
handle this without surgery.

Layla's, uh, quite famous, actually,

for her self-guided healing techniques.

Well, we are going to
check you out anyway,

as long as you're in our house.

Shut up and drink the pharma Kool-Aid.

Not exactly how I'd put it.

Don't you think
it's a little bit strange

you guys push chemicals
as conventional medicine,

yet nutrition is alternative?

That's a rather simplistic way
of thinking about things.

Life is simple.
It's us who make it complicated.

Zach: Incoming!

Oh, darn, I'd like to stay
and see how this plays out,

but duty calls.

Play nice, you two.

Aah! Help me, I'm dying!

Iris: - Louder!
- There is blood everywhere!

- No!
- Aah!

- Aah!
- Louder!

Don't listen to him, he's fine.

- [screaming]
- Zip it.

- Spaghetti.
- Ah.

He's been doing this the whole
ride over to the medic center.

Should she be filming in here?

No, she should not.
Hey, what did I tell you?

Give me that camera.

Thank you.

Dom and Iris, amateur filmmakers.

They were shooting in their
tree house when it collapsed.

Hey, kids, I'm Dana.

So you must be brother and sister.

- We're twins.
- We're twins.

Oh, complete with the creepy

- talking at the same time vibe.
- At the same time vibe.

Weird. All right.

Littlest Hitchcocks are yours.

All right. You want to show me
where that hurts?

I'm just gonna...

Dom: Ow, I told you that hurts.

Okay.

I'm gonna need to run a few tests.

Can you give us a number
where we can call your parents?

No. Our dad can't find out about this.

He's a TV producer, and if we
pull him out of his meetings...

- We're dead.
- Like 6-feet-under dead. I'm not kidding.

Really? Well, lucky for you,
I know a great mortician.

You can even use
my frequent die-er miles.

Is this thing on?

Hey, that was pretty good. Come on.

All right. Take Scorsese here
up to imaging.

You wait for me.
I'm not done with you yet.

And call their parents.

How's it going in there?

Gonna be one of those days.

[monitor beeping]

I need more suction, please.
Pressure's dropping.

Give me a minute. Six-oh.

- Lost visual.
- Clamp!

Hey, Charlie, the legs can wait.

Assist the kid with the bleeders.

Charlie, come on, what are you doing?

You heard the lady... get in there!

He's crashing.

Damn it, I need more volume.

Oh, come on, I need more blood here!

- He's not gonna make it.
- Yes, he will.

Help me.

Seriously, what are you waiting for?

Save me!

Dr. Harris.

Charlie!

Charlie!

♪

♪ I've been waiting for you, ♪
♪ you know? ♪

♪ I was young ♪

[monitor beeping]

What are you doing?

Don't.

Charlie.

Charlie!

♪

What the hell was that?

You just walked out of surgery.

- What happened in there?
- I'm not chief anymore, Dawn.

You don't have to worry about me.

Well, maybe you should worry about you.

- They called me.
- Who did?

Evelyn Crace, the board.
There's been complaints.

So what?
They want you to replace me?

No. Not yet.

Know what? I'm tired, Dawn.

You want the job back,
now's your chance.

Look at me.

- They know.
- They know what?

What do they know?
They know who you've been.

Half the staff has a story
about working with you.

So what? They think I'm crazy?

It's gotten worse, Char.

Just... I just want you
to go talk to somebody.

Yeah. I'll get right on that.

♪

Layla.

Hey.

I'm just doing some positive
visualizations.

Well, imaging has confirmed the
size and location of the hernia.

Now, we had hoped to reduce it
noninvasively.

But?

But I'm worried that it's strangulated.

Okay.

Well, then you just need to focus.

I mean, clearly,
our energies aren't aligned.

This isn't about energy.

This is about ischemic tissue
that won't cooperate.

I'm saying that if we cooperate,
then it will.

Trust me.

If we try this, it'll work.

No, it'll only get worse.

What, you want to cut me open?

I have to open your abdomen
and put the tissue back.

Well, I'm not having surgery again.

Layla, if a piece of your bowel
is trapped,

the obstruction could kill you.

So you trying to solve this
on your own,

you're taking your life in your hands.

You don't mince words.

So do you consent for surgery?

Yeah, as long as you
don't put me under.

The only way to safely
reduce the tissue

is with general anesthetic.

Or I can breathe through it.
Which I can.

Look, if we do this,
I need to be fully conscious.

If not, I'm out.

No, Layla. This is crazy.

Why don't you tell me why?

This is my temple.

All right. Well, as a patient,
that is your right.

I will let the nursing staff know

that you would like to consult
with another surgeon.

Have a namaste.

Billy, the schedule is set.

Yes, but you can un-set it.

So come on, why don't you
give me something juicy?

Dev: Ow!

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Stop! Stop!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Hey! Stop!

Hey! What is this?

- Are you okay? Cassie?
- I'm fine.

- You need security?
- Yeah.

No. It's fine.

They're gonna be right here.

I'm Cassie. Who are you?

The Horn of Death. [laughs]

Jake... Jake Bugle.

Get it?

- This guy thinks I'm on steroids.
- Okay.

I was trying to clean glass
out of his back.

He was acting agitated,

so I suggested a tox screen,
and he just...

Yeah, you said it with a smirk.

Yeah, dude,
you're wearing blue spandex.

Just saying it's kind of hard
not to smirk.

Billy. You want something to do,
go get Dev cleaned up.

- I'm not leaving you alone with him.
- I'm fine.

It's fine.

I can handle it.

Sit.

Sit!

[indistinct announcement over P.A.]

So this glass...

Part of the show.

Cassie, that's, uh,
short for Cassandra, right?

Like that myth.

I don't know it.

Well, she was beautiful, too.

Too bad things
didn't go so good for her.

I wasn't always like this,
you know. I used to read.

Now I can't even think!

Hey. Hey!

[sighs]

Stop.

You've come to the right place.

Okay?

I'm gonna figure out
what's wrong with you.

Dr. Harris.

Amos.

Are... Are you going somewhere?

Yeah.

Is that a good idea?

Would you be here if it was?

Dawn sent you?

Well, she's worried about you.

Well, I don't need talk. I need sleep.

And are you having trouble with that?

Sleeping?

Seriously? You want to do this here?

You walked out of surgery,
Charlie. You need help.

If you walk out of here now,
it's not just your job on the line,

it's your medical license, so...

"So" doesn't sound like
I have much choice, then.

Just sit down with me and talk.

I'll get the board off your back.

[elevator bell dings]

Let me help you.

[sighs]

- Hey.
- Hey.

Your self-help guru just fired me.

Guess that means
I'm not getting my money back.

Kidding. Her loss.

So, um, I wanted to ask...

h-how are you feeling
after all that, anyway?

I don't know. The same.

Huh.

I hate to admit it, but it's
actually got me thinking

- about a few things regarding you.
- Oh.

And you still haven't
answered my question.

About what?

What is keeping you
and everyone's favorite orthopod

apart?

Dana, you are like a broken record.

I just... I just want you happy,
sweetheart. That's all.

Okay, well, I think about him
pretty much all the time.

- I just...
- I knew it!

[sighs] Dr. Reid?
Layla Rowland's paperwork.

You can't be discharged
with a bowl obstruction.

- On whose orders?
- Hers.

Okay, well I'm gonna take care of this.

[laughs]

I am intelligent. I am successful.

I have a stable home environment.

- Shahir?
- I am intelligent.

- Hi, Dana.
- What's going on?

This is a little preparation
for the adoption agency.

Jonathan and I have
a follow-up interview.

- That's great!
- Is it?

Because the last time,
I spent seven minutes

explaining the odors unique
to exposed brain tissue...

- faintly feminine with a hint of mildew.
- Yep.

If I don't learn how to
talk to these individuals,

I'm afraid he's just gonna leave.

What are you talking about?
That's crazy.

Dana, this whole idea was mine
in the first place,

but this is all he's thinking
about, is being a father.

Now, if I can't give that to him,

- then why should he stay, hmm?
- Because you're a...

Dom: Aah!

Uh, excuse me.

Hmm.

[breathes deeply]

I am intelligent.

Aah!

Dom, you've had a serious fall.

If you don't lie still, it's not gonna be
your dad that kills you.

How'd you get that back, huh?

Damn it, Miller.

Okay, come here. Sit down, both of you.

I want to show you something.

This, my friend, is your liver.

And that little speck
right there is a laceration.

- Now, it's small...
- Cool.

No, not cool, 'cause we have to
keep you under observation

for the next 24 hours.

So that means that you're gonna
have to stay put...

no sudden movement.

But we're making our horror movie!

It's not going really great.

Have you thought about switching
to documentaries?

[radio chatter]

Leaving?

Yeah, uh, one of my students
is a doctor in Ixtapa.

Said she'd do it my way.

Amer and his Honda Civic
are three minutes out.

I meant what I said.

You're taking your own life
in your hands.

By taking an Uber?

Come on, it's just a joke.

This isn't.

I know that.

All due respect,

whose hands do you think my life
should be in right now?

Mine.

All due respect, Layla...

this is the wrong choice.

[scoffs]

Ah, well, it's my choice.

I'm choosing this.

Why is that so important to you?

It's not even gonna matter to you, why.

Really?

Okay.

Uh, last time I was unconscious,

I woke up behind a dumpster

with the captain of
the rowing team on top of me.

I know you think I'm nuts. I'm not.

I have worked very hard to
turn my pain into strength.

And you know what really matters to me?

It's that every girl knows
that she can do the same.

It starts with me.

I got to go.

No. Layla, stay.

I don't know how,
but I'll figure it out.

Uh, how long this takes depends on you.

I can't say that's the vibe I'm getting.

I feel I need to be clear.

I'm here to evaluate

an episode with a patient
who was in a critical condition,

and my job is to determine
whether that was a one-off...

It was.

Or if there's any risk
of it happening again.

So...

You had been working a long shift.

Thirty hours by my count.

And remind me... that's longer
than the limit, isn't it?

And then, as I understand it,

you left the hospital finally,
only to come right back in.

Yeah, that's right.

So let's talk about what happened

after you left the hospital.

I was driving home.

The radio was on.

Usually, I can't find anything I like.

But, um, this time,
every song was just right.

I was in a good mood.

♪

Yeah, I'll stay with him. Thank you.

Ambulance is on its way.

I told you I don't need one.

[sighs] Yeah.

I'd take you myself, but it's
been a long day, you know?

It's a freaking nosebleed.
You think I haven't had worse?

A couple years ago at Mardi Gras...

[whistles, chuckles]

You ever been to New Orleans? It's...

Where did you say your car was?

Ah, don't worry about the car.

It's a piece of junk.

I just need a ride into town.
I can't be late again.

Don't... get up.

Stay still.

So, it was an emergency.

That clears you of working over
the regulated shift limit. Good.

And that's why you walked out
of the operating room.

Fatigue?

Charlie?

He lied to me.

He kept talking about getting to work,

like it was the only thing
he had to worry about.

I'm telling you, man, it's wrecked.

I thought I told you to stay put.

That's the thing about me...
I don't stay still.

Not for long, anyway.

Who did you say was driving?

Is that me?

Amos: Wait, wait, wait, wait.

You found him at the side
of the road or in the car?

Uh, I'm sorry,
I must have mixed that up.

Mm-hmm. I...

Um...

Yeah.

It was one of them.

One of who?

A ghost.

Hi.

I'm Dr. Shahir Hamza,

and I'm here to tell you
a little bit about my me.

Myself... about my me! Get it?

I can't. Damn it!
Dana, this is not working.

Of course you can. Look at it this way.

You can fumble your way
through another interview,

telling them about the time you
got a piece of cerebral cortex

- in your mouth...
- It wasn't in my mouth.

- You just got to relax.
- You can just...

- Yeah, act like we're not here.
- Yeah.

Just try to act cool.

- Loosen up. Cool.
- Yeah.
- Yes, yes.

- Chill.
- Cool, chill.
- That's it!

- Yeah.
- That's it. You know?

I can act cool.

Okay.

Hey.

- [gasps]
- Oh!

Oh! Oh, my gosh. No!

- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- Don't look, don't look.

Dana, I can't do this.
I can't, I can't.

Yes, of course you can.

- We're gonna try it one more time.
- Oh.

Peter: - What is this?
- Dad?

What the hell's going on?

Uh... Oh!

Uh, gosh, you must be...

Their father, that's right.

Hmm.

And I would love an explanation.

Oh, I remember the first time
I got punched in the face.

Why am I not surprised
it's more than one?

Ho ho.

Anyway, chicks dig scars, bro.

Maybe Cassie will go once more
into your britches.

You need serious help.

I do not know how you lasted
as long as you did with her.

You like her, huh?

Come on, I don't know
what you're talking about.

The old schoolyard bully thing,
it's a little obvious.

Would you be cool if I asked her out?

Honestly, I'd pay to see that.

I think she digs me, too.

You done?

Uh, all stitched up and ready
to get back on the horse, boss.

Are you gonna press charges?

Dr. Miller said this would
happen sooner or later.

Price of doing business.

Hey, so, uh, did you figure out
what's wrong with this guy?

Something is definitely off.

You know, he takes light bulbs
and smashes them onto himself

during his wrestling matches?

Wait, wait, like florescent ones?

- Yeah.
- Those things are toxic, man.

Yeah, they have a whole whack
of chemicals inside of them.

You know, the test I ran
was limited to narcotics

and infections, so I need to
widen the parameters.

Our lives have been brought together.

I mean, I really think that
we are going to experience

something so profound today.

Or get fired in the process.

When you wrote that article
on the usage of hematite

- for your doorway elves?
- Yeah.

[whispering] Roxy, focus.

Right, okay.

I found a case study
from a hospital in Atlanta.

They reduced a strangulated hernia

in a very similar location

without the use of general anesthetics.

General anesthetic
has three components...

an antianxiety drug, a muscle relaxant,

and a sleeping agent.

And Roxy is willing to take
the Propofol from the mix,

if that's a deal breaker.

Which it is, but I also want you
to remove the muscle relaxant.

No, that's not a good idea.

I can control my breathing
and my muscles.

Look, I told you.
I need to be in full control.

So do we, Layla, as much as possible.

And without a relaxant,
your muscles could twitch.

If I have a scalpel in my hand
at the time, it...

We would be talking minutes

until I could put you under to fix it.

It's not even going to happen,
so what are you worrying about?

You know your mantra about
your past being behind you,

so let it go?

Yeah.

It's helping a lot of people.

What about you?

This is how I want to help you, okay?

I'm gonna freeze you.
We're gonna give you a local.

Then Roxy is going to
give you an epidural

to take care of the midline incision.

One-two punch.

Okay.

This is a one-shot deal.
I can only give you 60 CCs.

Whatever you got to do
to keep me conscious, okay?

And part of the decision making.

We'll take this one step at a time.

But you are gonna have to trust me.

Now, when we are on the bowel,
you will feel some discomfort.

That's okay. I'll take over from there.

Okay, we'll ride this out together.

So, we have a plan.

Yeah. Yeah, we do.

So, what are we waiting for?

I'm not coming to this blind,
Charlie. I read your chart.

Gavin Murphy, your last psychiatrist,

he thought you could
manage your visions.

But you're having troubles, aren't you,

separating them from reality?

Now, Charlie...

[breathes deeply]

I'm done with this.

Please, Charlie. Sit down, please.

[door slams]

♪

[cat hisses]

♪

You hear about that cat in Squamish?

No.

It was in the news.

The therapy cat at the old folk's home?

Yeah, they said it had this gift.

Whenever someone was about to die,

without fail,
it would curl up with them.

So they knew if that thing
showed you any love,

that was it, man.

[chuckles] You're done for.

I guess the question is,

did the cat know who was gonna
live and who was gonna die,

or was it the one
who was deciding all along?

[monitor beeping rapidly]

[monitor beeping]

And we are good to go.

Everyone ready?

Yeah.

Scalpel.

[shudders]

Layla, you all right?

I'm scared.

I'm here.

Dr. Reid?

Is everything okay up there?

Never better.

All right, you're gonna feel
some pressure.

[groans]

[breathing deeply]

You all right?

I'm good.

Keep going.

[monitor beeping]

Oh, no.

Oh, no, no.

Talk to me. Tell me what happened.

That can't be me, man. What is this?

Hey! The accident...
what do you remember?

I don't know. There was a cat.

- A cat? What cat?
- The frigging cat, man.

A cat ran out in front of me.
What do you mean, what cat?

I have to get to work.

This isn't a good idea.

So, if someone should see you
like this, it's...

I needed more time.

- Come on, Charlie.
- Let's... Let's keep going.

Come on.

How is she, Roxy?

She's great, actually.

Heart rate stable,
blood pressure steady.

What do you charge for that seminar?

Mm.

Get me out of here in one piece,
I'll cut you a monster deal.

You get through this, it's on me.

Okay, Layla,
I've come across a scar tissue

from your previous surgery.

I'm gonna have to manually reduce it.

There will be more pain.

Do it.

[screaming]

Okay, we can't keep doing this.
You're moving too much.

- Distract me.
- What?

Talk to me, please. It'll help.

Why did you come this morning?

[breathes rapidly]

[moans]
Come on, you got to talk to me.

Okay, if you must know, my life
has been falling apart lately.

- Why? What's missing?
- What?

You said lately, which means you
had something and now it's gone.

My mother passed away.

[breathing raggedly]

Ohh!

[breathing heavily]

You got to keep talking to me, please.

Okay, and there's also my fiancé
or e-ex.

- He, uh...
- Left?

Not really. No, you know what?

I... This is just... This is too weird.

How do you think I feel?
Come on, please.

Please keep talking.
It's help... It's helping.

Okay, so you left.

And now you're wondering
if you made the right decision.

Aah!

[moaning]

All right, there we have it, okay?

I'm through the scar tissue.

[breathes deeply] Do you love him?

We have to stop.

No. No, no, this is working.

Keep going.

No, Layla.

The bowel has lost blood supply.
It's necrotic.

What does that even mean?

It means I don't have a choice anymore.

I have to put you under.

What if you don't?

Then you'll die.

[breathing raggedly]

His liver just needs time.

I mean, we're keeping him here
as a precaution,

but, uh, it should heal itself.

Yeah, unless you're parading him
around, shooting something...

What is that, a dating profile?

No, no, not at all. I mean, that...

Well, what is it? What are you doing?

[clears throat]

Never mind.

You're right.

It was inappropriate, and I apologize.

All right.

Sorry, I had a bad day.

No, it was...

[sighs]

Well, those are passionate kids
you've got.

- Yes.
- They get that from you?

No. That's their mom.

I'm more...

- Pragmatist?
- Yes.

- Somebody's got to be.
- Right?

Yeah.

Although...

seems like the only time
I'm spending with them lately

is just driving them someplace

or busting their chops
for not doing chores.

But they admire you. You know that.

Yeah, when they're not afraid of me.

You know, at the, uh... at the
risk of stepping over the line,

can I offer a little advice,
pragmatist to pragmatist?

Sure.

Support their thing.

You don't know how lucky you are

to have kids with drive like that.

Yeah, they're pretty into it, right?

Some people spend their entire lives

searching for that kind of passion.

- All right.
- Mm.

If you assure me
Dom's liver can take it,

then you can go ahead
and finish your whatev...

- Oh.
- Yeah.

- Wait.
- Well...

What are you shooting?

[chuckles]

Really, it's a long story.

[indistinct announcement over P.A.]

So...

the good news is Dr. Sekara
will not be pressing charges.

What's the bad news?

You have to stop smashing
light bulbs during your matches.

Well, that's part of my gimmick.

Jake, listen to me.

Smashing these light bulbs
against your skin

is releasing trace amounts of
mercury into your bloodstream.

It's what's causing
your violent mood swings.

I have mercury poisoning.

Luckily, the mercury should
flush itself out naturally,

and any sensory issues
you're having should stop.

And I'll be fine then?

I'd like to see you next week
just to check on your levels,

but, yeah.

You want to see me again.

[chuckles]

Me or... the attending on call.

So I'll see you around.

Stop, wait.

- I want to say thank you.
- It's not necessary.

I-I know it's not, but I just...

[grunts]

I'm sorry.

Uh... th-the mercury.

Goodbye, Mr. Bugle.

Get out of the way! This
patient's on the brink of death!

- Move! Move!
- Wait! Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut!

- Huh?
- Shahir.

- Yes?
- [laughs]

- You have to stop smiling.
- Huh?

It's supposed to be serious.

No, not like that.
Just a... Just do your normal.

- Just your regular face.
- Like this?

- This is normal.
- Yeah, just like that.

- Exactly, just like...
- Iris?

Take it easy, take it easy.

It's okay.

Come up close to the wall here.

Yeah, come lean against the wall.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Honey, can you tell me
what's happening?

Kind of dizzy.

- Uh-huh.
- All right, just look straight ahead.

Okay.

No. No. You promised me.

That was before.

Now we need enough exposure

to evaluate the extent of the necrosis.

I can't do that
without putting you under.

Her pulse is skyrocketing.

Dr. Reid, what do you want us to do?

Call it off. You got to call it off.

Okay, okay. No, don't... Get off me!

Okay. Okay. [monitor beeping rapidly]

Look, I understand that
this is hard for you,

but if you don't let me take
care of this, you will die.

I can't.

Don't ask me to.

Layla, let me fix this.

No, I can't do it.

I won't give up my power.

There is power in this...

a decision right here, right now.

You let go of what happened to you.

You choose what happens next.

[sniffles]

You and I, we can do this together.

We have more than enough fire,
like you said.

We just have to trust each other.

Don't leave me alone.

I won't leave you.

I will be here every step of the way.

Layla, we are running out of time.

Please.

Don't let this beat you.

Okay.

Okay.

Roxy?

[crying softly]

I was worried about Dom.

I guess I didn't remember
hitting my head.

We assessed her,
but he was our clear priority.

Her mother's gonna kill me.

I have good news.

You're leaking cerebral spinal fluid.

- What?
- No, it's okay. It's minor.

Like I said, good news.

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

She's afraid of needles.

Oh, but we're just gonna drain
some of the excess fluid,

- and then we can get right back to filming.
- Get that away from me!

Iris, it's gonna be okay.

No, it's not okay, Dad.

All right, everyone.
Let's just take a deep breath.

[breathes deeply]

Iris... can you wiggle your toes for me?

Right. Let's check motor function.

Yes. Mm-hmm.

- Guess I'm all good.
- Mm.

Actually, you know what, Dr. Kinney?

I do need to check the patient's spine.

Of course. Iris, would you mind

lying on your side so he can
take a look at your spine?

Let's get you right up here
beside your dad.

Very slowly.

Careful.

- There we go.
- Okay.

I'm just going to check
the bone density in your spine.

You know I've never seen
the movie "Evil Dead"?

Are you serious?

Not a fan of zombies.
They don't have brains.

They're not zombies.
They're "Deadites."

Oh. What's the difference?

Zombies are dumb.

They just shuffle around
all slow and stupid.

And Deadites aren't like that?

No! No way.

They're smarter,
and they play tricks and...

Ow! What was that? [gasps]

That's a trick.
At least my version of one.

Okay, that's the procedure.
You're all done.

You just stabbed me in the back?

No...

Well, technically, yes. Yes, I did.

But I drained some of the excess fluid.

We're gonna keep you monitored
just for a bit,

but I think you're gonna be just fine.

[monitor beeping]

[gasping]

Layla? Layla, it's okay.

I'm here. I got you.

Oh, Alex.

It's done?

We're good. It's over.

[laughs]

You did this.

And you're safe.

Oh, thank you.

You're okay.

[crying]

Amos: You're treating this accident

like it's not something
that happens all the time.

How often do you treat drunk drivers?

What, daily? So why the rage?

What is it about him specifically?

Because he lied to me!

You couldn't tell the man
from the spirit,

and that's upsetting.

No, it wasn't... [sighs]

It was my fault.

You have to know that is not true.

You don't understand! You're not
listening to me! You're not...

Because you're not telling the truth.

What really happened, Charlie?

♪

[police radio chatter]

Hey!

What was this about a cat?

What happened to the cat?

[doors close]

[engine starts]

♪

[cat meows]

Okay. I give.

What are we doing?

♪

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

No, no, no. No.

No!

Help!

He has no pulse!

No. [inhales sharply] No.

[grunts]

[breathing rhythmically]

[police radio chatter]

[sighs deeply]

I wasted time.

If I had just gotten there sooner,

if he hadn't held me up...

You are losing control.

You've got to shut it down. Stop it.

I can't.

Maybe you can.

What are you talking about?

You couldn't save him

because you didn't have enough time...

because you were talking to them.

And what if it happens again?

What if, next time, it's Luke?

I'm not gonna let that happen.

Oh, no? What are you gonna do about it?

I'll stop it if I can.

I'm here to help.

I'm here to put things back
the way they should be.

Charlie: What do you...
You think I want to see them?

Do you think I... Do you think
I w... I want any of this?

I can fix it. I can.

But first you have to trust me
before it takes them all...

Luke, Alex...

the new baby.

[eerie music plays]

I can't... I can't get away.

They're...

They're everywhere.

[sobs] They're everywhere!

They're... [sobbing]

- Charlie.
- [gasps]

[breathing shakily]

Charlie.

[breathing shakily]

♪

I should've been there.

I should've...

Okay.

[sobbing] I should've...

Okay.

Okay, come here. Come here.

I got you. I got you.

Shh.

Hibiscus mint. No caffeine.

Thank you.

I wanted to see how you were doing,

check and see how those staples
are healing.

That just an excuse to see me?

I really do believe

people come into each other's
lives for a reason.

And I think that yours
was to help me through this.

Thank you.

It's my job.

No, your job is to cut people up
and take out their disease.

You went above and beyond and...

I would really like to do
the same thing for you,

maybe help you move through

whatever past you're running from.

You did a great thing for me today.

I'd like to balance the scales,
if possible.

I'm handling it.

This doesn't look like
handling it to me.

[sighs]

I have to talk to the family.

Not like this.

Go home.

Get some rest.

I'll take care of it.

[reel clicking]

And... lights.

Dana: When he told me
he wanted to adopt,

I never questioned
that Shahir would be a father.

That's not to say
he doesn't face challenges...

difficulty communicating,
forming relationships.

These are the things
they teach us at medical school

when we study autism.

But we all struggle
with connection...

fathers and sons, friends,
students, family members.

Shahir might have to
fight twice as hard

to connect with the people
in his life,

but he does it
without complaint.

He does it honestly, with
the needs of others in mind,

and his patients
adore him for it.

That's why I know
he'll be a great father,

because he's a great man.

Asking whether or not

Shahir Hamza should be given
the chance to be a father

is simply the wrong question.

The one
you should be asking is,

"Who's the kid out there lucky
enough to get him for a dad?"

You missed the standing ovation
in there.

Dana: Ah.

Is something on your mind?

So many passionate people today.

Shahir and your kids

just, you know,
fighting for what they want,

knowing they want it
with every fiber of their being,

and it... it makes me question
what that might be for me.

Right.

Midlife crisis.

[chuckles]

Something like that, yeah. Yeah.

So I spent this last year
chasing after a new specialty,

thinking that was what I wanted.

But now that I have it...

There's still something missing.

Yeah.

- I bombed my pitches today.
- What?

Yeah, if I didn't get the call
the kids were in the hospital,

- I'd have been laughed out of the building.
- Aw.

Wasn't good.

But you captured something in there.

- Seriously.
- Oh.

You've got s-something.
I don't know. An ease or...

And the camera adores you.

Oh, now you're just
busting my chops.

- I'm really not.
- [chuckles] Come on.

Listen, I've had this idea

- for quite some time.
- Mm-hmm.

Uh, it's...

- it's a medical show geared towards women.
- Mm.

But I've never been able
to find the right host.

Oh, you... [laughs]

- You're not serious.
- I am.

You want to grab some dinner
and talk about it?

Okay.

Oh, and, obviously, it's not, you know,

some weird "casting couch"
kind of thing.

Oh, too bad.

[laughs]

♪ The cells of this body ♪

♪ Have all lost their memory ♪

♪ Confused by each other ♪

♪ To work out of order ♪

♪ And I hate that they require ♪

♪ The need to be together ♪

♪ How could they go wrong? ♪

♪ This terrible anatomy will ♪
♪ surely get the best of me ♪

♪

When did that change?

Dr. Harris said he had some surgeries

that needed to be moved up?

I'm calling the patients in now.

Yeah, hold off on that.

I'll take care of it myself.

♪

[sighs]

Mrs. Crace, it's Dawn Bell.

We need to talk about Charlie Harris.

Sync and corrected by MystEre