All language subtitles for Chicago.Med.S11E01

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- Call Dr. Charles.

This is his daughter.

- When I got in my car, it just
seemed like the only option.

- I will always
be here for you.

- My mother died
of prion disease

when she was 45 years old.

- Do you have it?

[dramatic music]

- I'm really gonna
miss the ED.

We do an awful lot
of good down here,

and the people aren't half bad.

* *

- I got stuck in a well.

You might not remember me.

- Sadie.

- [laughs]

- We need to talk.

Sorry for bothering
you so late.

- It's not bothering me.
It's not late.

What's on your mind?

- I'm pregnant.

- Uh, you're pregnant?

- Yeah, I am.

And...

It's yours.

[glasses clink]

- Yeah, I guess
that makes sense.

Uh...

well, I warned you,
those Crunch Berries

could be an indulgence.

- They most certainly were.

- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

You--you--you're going to
have the baby?

- Yeah, definitely.

- Okay.

- But I need you to know,
Dean, that I don't--

I mean, I don't expect
anything from you.

- Well, what does that mean?

- You know,
if you're past this,

I--I--I can do this alone.

There would be
no hard feelings.

Anything--

- I'm not past wanting to
be the father of my child.

I just need to absolutely know

that this is what
you want to do.

- Yeah, I do.

I want to be a mother.

- Okay.

I didn't know that.

- Neither did I,

until I saw that positive test.

And then just all these
feelings just hit me so hard.

It was kind of shocking,
'cause...

you know, I never felt like
this was in the cards for me.

- Why not?

- I'm an addict, Dean.

I didn't deserve a child,

and it certainly
didn't deserve me.

- Stop it.

That is a lie, and you know it.

- I do now, but you
were a big part of that.

[soft dramatic music]

- I'm glad.

* *

Look, um...

Whatever you need, I'm in.

Okay?

- Okay.

* *

Just two friends,

having a baby.

- Yeah. [chuckles]

Yeah.

- Uber Eats finally dropped
off your breakfast sushi.

You should ding
that 5.0 rating.

- Yeah.
- Hey, all yours.

Already ate.

You are rocking
that OB-GYN green.

- Thank you, John.

- You know, maybe
if you told people

why you can't eat raw fish,
you wouldn't have to waste any.

- Soon.

- You're three months along.

What exactly are
you waiting for?

- Can we not right now?

- I'm just saying,
the baby daddy might

be getting a little impatient.

[alarm beeping]
- Incoming.

Triple trauma.

House fire with bad burns.

Two minutes out.

[dramatic music]

- Trauma 1's ready.

Ricky Aldrich,
11-year-old male,

burns to his right arm and leg.

Looks deep in some places.
- Where's my dad?

- Right behind us, Ricky.

- Breath sounds clear.

Sats 96 on 2 liters.

Heart rate 125.
- What happened?

- Father made a quick trip
to the grocery store.

Ricky was sleeping.

He came home to find the second
floor engulfed in flames.

- My dad carried me out.

He saved me.

- It's okay, buddy.
We got you, all right?

- 43-year-old male
with burns to his chest,

abdomen, and all four limbs.

Put him on a face mask, gave
him 8 of morphine en route.

He's been pretty agitated.

- 100 of fentanyl and pull some
Versed in case it's not enough.

- Copy.
- All right.

I'm going to need
you to be still, sir.

Be still, please.

- Please, did you find her?

- On my count, one, two, three.

Find who?

- His wife.
He got his son out.

By the time he went
back in for her,

the flames had consumed
the primary bedroom.

- [weakly] I can't breathe.

Can't breathe.
- Intubate.

- Oxygen's down to 87,
heart rate 145.

- Etomidate and sux are in.

- Yeah.
- [breathing raspily]

- Here we go.

All right, I'm in.

We'll have to do
a chest escharotomy.

- I need some help
if you can spare it, Dean.

His wife just came in.
- Yeah.

Go, go, go, go.

- I'm guessing about 80%.

- Oh, it's closer to 90%,
full thickness.

Morphine drip.
- Copy.

Dr. Lenox, she's responsive.

- Becky, I'm Dr. Lenox.

Your burns are severe.

I'm sorry.

This is a
non-survivable injury.

Is there anyone
you want us to call?

We will do everything we can
to make you comfortable, okay?

You're not alone.

I'm here.

[somber music]

- Propofol?

- I'll grab it
from the med cart.

[monitor beeping]

- Peak pressures are improved.

[monitor beeping]

[sustained tone]

* *

- Time of death, 7:43.

- [sobbing]

[dramatic music]

* *

.

- Please explain how a
broken window replacement

turned into this mess.

- Removing the window
revealed water damage

to the wall and floor,

which revealed
a major water pipe leak.

- Talk about the gift
that keeps on giving.

- Send a new estimate to
my desk before end of day.

- You got it.

- Speaking of which, you talk
to Maggie since she left?

- Not a peep.

Oh, how's Anna doing
at Northwestern?

- She's loving it.
I'm loving it.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I mean, she comes over
on weekends, you know,

we hang out,
lets me do her laundry.

- Well, you sound happy.

- I do?
- Yeah.

- Careful.

Happiness is a trap.

- [laughs]

- You never made
a follow-up appointment.

[siren wailing distantly]

- Didn't see the point.

- Look, I understand that
you don't want the world

to know about your
prion diagnosis,

but that doesn't mean
you can blow off

your follow-up appointments.
- Why?

Did they find a cure?

- It's a mistake not
to deal with this.

- No, my mistake was
getting tested

at Gaffney,
because I didn't know

you would be sent the results.

So can we just pretend that
I didn't and you weren't?

What's this?
- An unaffiliated psychiatrist.

She's a relative of mine,

specializes in hard cases
like you.

- Hard pass.

- You're clearly in
the denial stage of grief.

- Well, actually,
I've moved on to anger,

and I'm loving it.

- Look, I get it, okay?

This was devastating news
that you don't deserve,

but you could be symptom free
for another 20 years.

- Or symptoms could
start tomorrow,

and I'm dead in a year,
like my mother.

- You need an outlet.

- Work is my outlet.

- The second floor
caved in on over...

- It's all over the news
and social media.

- How many people were in
the building when it collapsed?

- 80.

It was an all-night rave
in the West Loop.

Building was condemned and set
to be demolished next week.

- So are we on MCI protocol?
- Yes.

CFD is dispersing patients
evenly between trauma centers,

but we should get
between 15 to 20.

- You got this.
[intercom beeps]

- Talk to me.
- Sisters, both 20s.

Vital signs stable.

Sierra's forearm stabbed
Shay in the abdomen.

- Chicago Fire cut away
the debris at the scene

to keep them as
still as possible.

- Doris, please page Abrams.
- Got it.

Both received
ketamine en route.

- I said no to drugs at the
rave, but yes in the ambulance.

- And now we are
feeling no pain.

- And how did this happen?

- I took my little sis,
Shay, to the rave.

Girlfriend needed
to let off some steam.

- No, no.
How did your injuries happen?

- Oh.

- We were dancing
on the second floor

when it collapsed
underneath our feet.

- Something smashed my arm,
then I was on my back,

and next thing I know,
Shay's on top of me.

- Sierra's arm
stabs me in the gut.

I mean, how does
that even happen?

- We always said
we wanted to be closer.

- Where do you want me?

- Think we can salvage this arm
with the neurovascular repair?

- Let's take a look.

- Sierra's oxygen is at 98%.

Shay's is 94%.

- Breath sounds normal.
No pneumo.

- Heart rate 95 and 115,
respectively.

- I'll FAST for free fluid.

- Let me assess
the blood supply in the arm.

[suspenseful music]

- Sierra's FAST is normal.

Shay's got free fluid.

- Sierra's
brachial artery has flow,

but I can't find
anything distal.

- Let's get a C-arm for X-ray.

- The tip of Sierra's bone
looks intra-abdominal,

but more concerningly, it's
right where Shay's spleen is.

- So the bone might
have pierced it.

We'll need a CT to confirm.

- Good luck squeezing
them both into one.

- One false move, and Shay
bleeds out faster

than we can open her up
to stop it.

If we're right,
Shay's a ticking time bomb.

- All right. All right.

Okay, I need everyone
to please take a step back.

- I'm looking
for my son, Jerome.

He's not answering his phone.

- I understand that you are
concerned for your loved one,

but you got to let us work,
okay?

- Go.

I just called
security for backup.

- Thank you.

- Lay down, honey, okay?

X-ray is coming.

Whoa.

- 24-year-old male
with head trauma.

- Dr. Asher.
- Yeah, I'm here.

- Trauma rooms are full.

Take Treatment 2, okay?

Trini?
- Yeah.

5 is open.

- Dr. Ripley.
- Yeah?

What do we got, Evie?

- Hudson Collins,
19-year-old male.

Right leg was crushed
by a collapsed beam.

- Take Treatment 5.
- Why am I here?

- He's high on ecstasy,
but we gave him 100 of fentanyl

en route for pain.

O2 is 98.

Heart rate, 115.

- He looks dry.

- I should be dead.

- We got you, buddy.
On my count.

One, two, three.

- I should be dead.

- He was like this
all the way here.

- Thanks, Evie.

100 more mics of fentanyl
and stop fluids at 1 liter.

- Copy.

- So dark.

Everyone was screaming.

I--I couldn't breathe.

- You're safe now.

- I deserve to be dead.

- Okay. Fentanyl is on board.

- You're about to feel
a whole lot better, Hudson.

- Help me die, please.

Please, I'll do it myself.

You just give me the meds.

- You don't mean that.

- No, I do.

I want to die.

Please, just help me die.

I want to die!

Please, please, please, please.

.

[monitor beeping steadily]

So what do you
think his chances are?

- Oh.

Third degree burns
over 65% of his body

and an inhalation injury.

Sadly, I think his son's
going to wake up an orphan.

How's he doing?

- He's stable.

The extremity burns
are pretty deep,

but he's resting comfortably.

- Well, that's good.

I'll go book an OR
to debride his burns.

With any luck,
we'll avoid infection

and save both limbs
from contracture.

- Do you have room
for one more?

- That depends, Dr. Howard.

The OR temperature's going
be turned up to 94 degrees.

Can you tell me why?

- Skin regulates
body temperature,

so when burns destroy it,

hypothermia becomes
a significant danger,

even at room temperature.

- Top marks.
We'll see you there.

And remember, dress to sweat.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- So you're a general surgery
resident now?

- Mm-hmm.

- I didn't even know
you were back.

- No, it's my first week.

After I left cardiothoracic,
I took some time for myself.

But then Dr. Lenox
called me and said

the slot was mine
if I wanted it, so.

- Well, welcome home.

- Thanks.

- I spoke to your mom and dad.

They are catching
the first plane out of LA.

- Do you know what's
wrong with me?

- The bone probably
punctured your spleen,

so we need to remove it
before you bleed out.

- Surgery will allow us
to amputate Sierra's arm

and to control further bleeding

from your
intra-abdominal injuries.

- Amputate?
Can't you save it?

- I'm afraid not.

There's no blood flow.

The tissue is completely dead.

- What are my chances?

- Well, obviously, there's risk
inherent in any surgery,

but we're very optimistic.

- It's actually 50/50.

And the longer we wait,
the greater your risk of death.

- So I may not wake up?

- Oh, my God, Shay.

- That outcome is
a possibility.

But as Dr. Abrams said,
it is not the one that we want.

And the faster
we get you to surgery,

the more your odds increase.

And 50% likelihood of survival
are odds that I can work with.

Okay?

- Okay.

[tense music]

- You know, there is such
a thing as too much honesty.

- You of all people think
I was too harsh in there?

- While it's true
I'm a big fan of tough love,

but there's a way
to convey the truth

without completely
deflating hope.

- And there's a difference
between hope and delusion.

- Yes, and there's also
a difference between honesty

and emotional brutality.

* *

[monitors beeping]

- Hanging in there, Dr. Howard?

- Oh, I'm totally good.

- Yeah, I noticed. But how?

Did you grew up
in the Mojave Desert?

- [laughs]
Hot yoga three times a week.

- Should be required
in med school.

[alarm beeps]
- Blood pressure's dropping.

90/56. Crit 32.

- A unit of blood
should level it out.

- Even if we successfully
remove all the dead skin,

what's the likelihood
he'll lose

one or both limbs to infection?

- Pretty low.

His youth is a big factor.

Early debridement could help
ward off early necrosis.

- Pressure's still low
despite the blood.

- Fluid loss from his burns
is driving his blood pressure.

Let's give 1 of FFP.
- Got it.

- The kid's lost his mother,

and his father's hanging
by a thread.

Let's not have
any more bad news.

- He's stabilizing.

115/75.

- All right. Good, good.

- Are you okay, Dr. Archer?

- Yeah, fine. Yeah.

- Dean!
- What do I do?

- Keep going. Keep going.

- Okay.

Okay.

- Hey.

Okay. What's up?

- I don't know if
I should say anything.

- Say anything about what?

- [laughs]

Congratulations on the baby.

- Uh, thank you?

- I know I'm not
supposed to know,

but I overheard Hannah
talking with Archer earlier,

and I just, I'm so
excited for you both.

I just can't help myself.

- Hannah is pregnant?

- Oh, no.

- Can you please help me?

I'm looking for Caleb
and Ricky Aldrich.

They were brought in
a few hours ago.

I drove back into town
as soon as I heard.

- And you are?

- Becky Aldrich.

- Becky Aldrich?

Are you Caleb's wife?

- Yes, and Ricky's mother.

[tense music]

Oh, my God.

Are they dead?
- No.

No, no, no.

But we thought you were.

* *

.

- How bad is my husband?

- He's got third-degree burns
across 65% of his body.

Meds are keeping his
blood pressure up,

but his kidneys are failing,
and his respiratory function

is declining rapidly.

- So you're telling me
my husband's going to die.

- It's unlikely he'll
make it through the night.

I'm sorry.

- The other doctor, he said
that you thought I was dead?

- Yeah, that's right.

- Why would you think that?

- I need to prepare you.

The condition of the body
will be disturbing.

- I understand.

[somber music]

* *

Her name is Bonnie Harper.

She used to be
Ricky's babysitter

until six months ago.

- Used to be?

- I fired her because
I didn't like the way

she was looking at Caleb.

I guess my instincts
were right.

- Well, I'm sorry.

* *

[knocks]

- Hudson, how are you doing?

I'm Dr. Charles.

Dr. Ripley asked me
to drop by and say hello.

- A psychiatrist. Uh-oh.

- Trust me, I'm harmless.

I'm so sorry about what
happened to your leg.

I understand it was crushed
in the building collapse?

- Yeah. Broken in three places.

I didn't feel a thing.

- Well, I mean, that's going
to be the painkillers, right?

And, you know,
certain psychedelics can

have some pretty powerful
dissociative properties too.

- Man, you're good, Doc.

- Well, come on, the rave
was a little hint, right?

Dr. Ripley told me that you
wish you died in the collapse.

Is that true?

- It is indeed.

I still wish I was dead.

- So I guess I'm just
wondering, I don't know,

what would make you
say something like that?

- Because I feel
so damn good right now.

- Okay, so you were just
speaking in hyperbole?

- No, I meant it.

I want to die before
I start feeling bad.

- Before the X wears off?

Can you tell me exactly what
happened to your leg,

inasmuch as you remember?

- There was so much
awesome music

and so much touching
and so many colors.

And then suddenly
everything went black,

and everybody
started screaming.

- Huh.

And where were you
in the club at the time?

Can you remember that?

- I was on the floor, and there
was something really heavy

pinned on my leg,
and I was yelling

for someone to help me,

but no one could hear, and they
just kept running over me.

Oh, it was crazy, bro.

- Honestly, it sounds
pretty terrifying.

I mean, how'd you end up
making it out of there?

- [exhales] Uh...

I don't remember.

- Okay.

- Outstanding job today, Doris.

- Thank you, Ms. Goodwin.

- You know, Maggie had
some big shoes to fill.

She'd be proud of you.

- Well, I'm just keeping
them warm till she gets back.

- Hey.

- You're--you're pregnant?

- Mitch, um--

- How could you--
how could you not tell me?

I mean, I know we
were probably never

going to get together again,

but I certainly had
a right to know.

- Mitch, Mitch.

It's not yours.

- Then who?

[soft dramatic music]

* *

- Dean.

* *

- Well, I didn't
see that coming.

- Neither did I,
if I'm being honest.

- How, um...

how far along are you?

- Mitch, you and I,
we were already broken up.

- So are you two now--

- No.

No.

We are going
to co-parent together.

- I'm--I'm--I'm sorry.

It's actually none
of my business.

- You're angry.

- I'm not.

Um.

It's just, for a few hours,

I thought I was gonna
be a father.

And no matter what that
looked like for you and me,

it surprised me how much
I really wanted to be one.

* *

- Hold up.
I need the room.

From here on,
things will move very quickly,

so I wanted to give
you two a minute

to talk to each other alone.

- To say goodbye.

- To say the things that
you would regret not saying.

- Stop it, Dr. Lenox.

- It's okay, Sierra.
- No, it's not.

Aren't you supposed to offer at
least some semblance of hope?

- People think they want hope,
but hope is dangerous.

Hope just gives you
an excuse to put things off.

- You don't understand
how we feel.

- I understand
exactly how you feel.

I'm sick.

I may not die today,
but it's coming,

and there's nothing
I can do to stop it.

No one can.

So yes, say goodbye,
just in case,

because when time
runs out, it's gone.

[somber music]

* *

- It should be me.

I brought you to that rave.

I'm the one with the life
that's not worth all that much.

- Please don't say that.
- Let me finish.

You're this shooting star
who deserves

the most incredible life,

to get everything
you've ever wanted.

And I am--

I am so sorry that I may
have taken that away.

- Sierra, I wanted
to go to that rave

because I always want
to be where you are.

Don't say that
your life is worthless.

It is not true.

- I love you so much.

- I love you too, Sierra.

You're the best sister
in the world.

Always will be.

* *

.

[whirring]

- Cutting the bone to separate
the lower arm from Shay.

- You're a gifted surgeon,
Dr. Lenox.

- A compliment is
so off-brand for you.

- I give to those
not desperately in need.

Otherwise, I find them
destructive.

- I agree. Thank you.

Ready to fully detach the arm.

- Or what's left of it.

[monitor beeping]

- Gurney.

On my count.

Somebody secure the arm.

One, two, three.

[alarm blaring]
- Sierra's crashing.

Sierra's abdomen
is distended.

It wasn't before.

- She must have developed
a delayed bleed

from the blunt trauma.

She needs a laparotomy
to have any chance at all.

- We are not losing them both.

- Mr. Aldrich,
can you hear me?

- Your wife asked us
to lower your sedation

so she can speak with you.

- No, we can't remove that
tube in your condition.

- No, no.

- No, no, no.
Listen, stop.

- Mr. Aldrich.

- We need to reintubate you
or you will die very quickly.

- [rasping] I need
to speak with my wife.

[breathing raggedly]

Is Ricky okay?

- The surgery couldn't
have gone any better.

He'll recover.

- Ricky's a strong kid.

- Have you seen him?

- Not yet.

He's still in recovery.

- Oh.

- I know about Bonnie.

[soft music]

- Becky.

- I have always
loved you so much, Caleb.

Over the years,
so many of my friends

grew apart from their spouses,
fell out of love,

but not me.

I always felt
our love deepened.

Almost every moment
of happiness I ever had

happened next to you.

I trusted you completely.

What happened to that man?

- He got stupid.

- The fire captain said
candles in our bedroom

are what started the fire.

I don't want to be
angry with you, not now,

but you almost cost us our son.

- I'm so sorry.

It was a mistake.

Please don't tell Ricky.

- Honestly, I don't know
if I can promise that, Caleb.

Thank you for saving Ricky.

- Stay.

- Mind if I turn the light on?

- Whatever.

- How you doing?

- Good.

Should I just go home?

- You know what?

For whatever reason,
I'm just not--

I don't know.

I'm not comfortable with
the idea of letting you

walk out of here right now.

- I just said I'm fine.

- You know, another thing
that Dr. Ripley told me

is that whatever fell
on your leg

was way too heavy for one
person to lift off of you.

I'm just wondering,
did you get any help?

- When I was trapped...

it was so dark.

And--
[breathes deeply]

And I was begging
for someone to help me,

and I was terrified.

And then someone found me.

[soft tense music]

A girl.

- Was it somebody
that you knew?

- A total stranger.

When she found me,
she used her iPhone light

to get a better look at me,
and when I looked up at her,

I swear to God,
she looked like an angel.

* *

She told me that if we both
pushed the beam off of my leg,

that we could get it off,

and so we did it,

and it hurt like hell,
but it worked.

And so she helped me
to my feet,

and she started
walking me out, and--

and that was when the roof
collapsed on us,

and we were both
on the floor again.

When I looked over at her...

* *

Half her head was gone.

[sobbing]

And I just left her behind.

- I'm sorry you had
to go through that, Hudson.

- If she didn't stop
and help me--

- What?
What would have happened?

- She would be alive,
and I would be dead.

- That's not logical, buddy.

Listen, listen.

Hudson, look at me.

It's a very human thing
to try and make sense

out of some random, horrible,
tragic event, right,

to impose some kind of meaning
onto it, some kind of logic,

when very often
there just isn't any.

All right?

Problem is, is that into that
logic vacuum goes guilt.

It's just what we do.

In this case,
what actually happened

is that a kind person
made a choice,

and that choice
was to help you.

And she did, and you survived,
and unfortunately, she didn't.

- I didn't even know her name.

* *

She is not the one
who deserves to die.

- Nobody deserves to die.

But just because
she did doesn't mean

that you don't get to live.

- Well, crisis averted.

- Sierra's closed.
Take her to recovery.

Let's take out Shay's spleen.

Retractor.

[monitor beeping]

[alarm blaring]
- Shay's crashing.

- You got to open up her chest.
- On it.

These sisters are having
very bad luck today.

- Murphy's Law.

- Starting cardiac massage.

- PH is 7.2.

She's 36 degrees. Crit is 26.

- Keep transfusing
on level one.

- She's got a huge
aortic hematoma from her fall.

I'm trying to get control.

[alarm blaring]

She's in V-fib.
- Paddles.

[tense music]

Clear.

[machine beeps]

20 joules. Clear.

[machine beeps]

* *

I'm gonna call it.

Time of death, 17:49.

* *

- 20.

1 milligram of epi.

- She's gone, Dr. Lenox.

- Not until I say she is.

Continue MTP.

20. Clear.

100 lidocaine.

[machine beeps]

.

- 20. Clear.

[machine beeping]

[alarm blaring]

Restarting cardiac massage.

- Dr. Lenox,
it's been 18 minutes.

- I've had someone
come back after 35.

- Then it was one in million.
Shay's gone.

- Not yet.

20, clear.

Another milligram of epi.

- Is this just about Shay?

- 20. Clear.

- This needs to stop now.

[machine beeping]

- There she is.

- BP 85/43.

Heart rate 120.

She's back.

[soft dramatic music]

- That should not
have happened.

- Two in a million.

* *

- Hey.

- Oh, hey.

I heard a rumor today.

Apparently, you and Ripley
are having a baby.

Congrats.

- Trini overheard us
talking this morning.

- Yeah, nurses are
the information superhighway.

- She talked to Ripley.

Naturally, he had
some questions for me.

- So what'd you tell him?

- Everything.

- How'd he take it?

- He's gonna need
a few days to process.

- I couldn't help notice
that you only came clean

with Ripley when cornered.

So what?

Are you uncomfortable about
the fact that I'm the father?

- What?

What are you--
what are you talking about?

- Oh, come on. I get it.

I mean,
I'm 64 years old, right?

I fainted in surgery today
because I literally

couldn't take the heat.

- Are you okay?

- Why'd you take
so long to tell anyone?

- Because I'm terrified, Dean.

- Terrified of what?

- Of a thousand things.

Of losing my status and respect

that I've worked so hard
to get here at work.

I mean, of telling Mitch,
of my sister hating me forever

for having the baby
that she can't have,

of being a mother.

And yeah...

sometimes I worry about how
this is going to work,

you and I raising
a kid together.

- I understand.

Believe me, I have doubts that
I'll have the stamina

to have a baby again,
raise a child.

That said, every time someone
asks if I'm the grandfather,

I'm going to want
to punch them in the throat.

- No.

[tender music]

* *

I'm uncomfortable
telling anyone

because when I tell them,
it'll make it real.

- That's because it is real.

- Yeah, and I'm feeling that
more every day.

- You know what?

Forget about telling
anyone else the truth.

It'd be a lot more fun
watching people slowly

trying to figure it out.

* *

- Hey.

Welcome back.

- Shay.

[soft music]

* *

Oh.

Thank you.

- How you feeling, Ricky?

- Good.

- He says he's
not in much pain.

- That means the meds
are doing their job.

- When can I see my dad?

- I'm so sorry, Ricky, but...

Dad didn't make it.

- No.

No.

- The burns were
just too severe.

He died a few hours ago.

- How'd this happen?

What started the fire?

[somber music]

* *

- We don't know yet.

Honey, Dad loved you more
than anything in the world.

He knew nothing was
more important

than keeping you safe,
and that's what he did.

And he died knowing that
you were going to be okay.

* *

- I'm glad you persisted today,

but you also got
incredibly lucky.

- Lucky? I don't think so.

- Call the shrink.

- Hey, that was fast.

- Yeah, I was waiting for you.

- What's--what's wrong?

- My babysitter just
canceled last minute.

I am so sorry,
but can we reschedule?

- Of course, of course.

It's totally fine.

What if we just ordered in?

- I haven't even told her
about us yet,

and I'm not sure
she's ready for that.

- But she does already know me.

So is this about me
reminding her of the well?

- No, no.

I think that familiarity will

make her fall even harder
for you.

- What are you afraid of?

- Her getting attached
too soon.

- Okay.

Okay.

Look, it's obviously your call,
but these last couple of months

have been amazing,
and Emelia is an amazing kid,

and I'd love to get
to know her better.

- But we don't even
know what this is yet.

It's all still so new.

- Whatever this is, I'm in.

- Emelia, come here, please.

- [gasps] I know you.

- How you doing?
- Good.

- That's good.

- Hey, can we have him
come inside?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Come on in.

- Thank you very much.

- * I'm a bitter pill
on your tongue *

* But I tell you I'm better
than nothing at all *

* I go down as smooth
as a nail or a memory *

- We don't carry chardonnay,
sweetie.

- Heady Topper from Vermont.

- * You're afraid of the
outside creeping in *

* You don't really want me *

* But you better believe *

* I'm the ghost
in your closet *

- Not happening.

- Not surprised.

- * I know all your secret
designs and amusements *

* I'm listening on the phone *

* You're afraid
of the outside *

* You're afraid of
the outside creeping in *

* You don't really want me *

[upbeat rock music playing]

* *

[clattering]

* Does it matter much
that I'm such a pariah *

* You're tired
and bored with yourself *

- No, no.

- * A couple of nothings *

* 'Cause nothing
suits you well *

* You're afraid
of the outside *

* You're afraid of
the outside *

[dramatic music]

* *

[wolf howls]