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Previously on The Resident...

Clearly you two are sleeping together.

She must be amazing
for you to take me on.

Finally get to go home, Bradley?

Finally. Yes. I can't wait
to get home and then sleep.

So, you chose saving money
over patients' safety?

Our CEO needs to be a doctor.

Claire wanted to see me?

- The CEO will see you now.
- Dr. Bell?

You've been with us a long time.

It's difficult for me to tell you this.

Nic, I heard.

This isn't over yet.

This better not involve
another grown man's ass.

- I'm serious.
- Don't be ridiculous.

It's a guy with a broken weenie.

I'm paging surgery,
but you need to admit him.

Why? Irving, why?

Because I'm Lennon
and you're not McCartney.

But you could be.

Could be Yoko.

Oh, and it's just too much fun.

Dudes! Fire in the hole.

Aah! I'm dead. What up?

- What's up with you?
- Nothing much.

Just catching my second wind
after another

brutal all-nighter.
What you got there, D-Bear?

Helping Irving with a broken weenie.

Oh, heck yes. But what about this, huh?

What about helping me out

with that double date we were
talking about? Hmm? Pick a night.

I will. Sorry. I've been slammed.

- You know how it is around here.
- Don't you burn me on this.

- Trying to woo Noni.
- Noni? Our Noni?

- Hot Noni?
- The very same.

I think she might be the one
for all of this.

So I need a wingman and a wingwoman.

You and Priya would be perfect.
Help me out.

You know I got your back.

Page me right after this, bro.

Speaking of dates,

- you have one with Mr. Berman.
- Okay.

- Mr. Berman.
- Oh.

I'd like you to meet Dr. Pravesh.

- He'll be taking care of you today.
- So cool. Hey.

Now, tell Dr. Pravesh what you told me.

You know, it just feels like a
hamstring, but a little bit hi...

Oh. I'm sorry, man. This looks urgent.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- Did I pass out?
- Yep.

Can I get some drugs for the pain?

Chastain Memorial Hospital.

Incredible things are happening here

with our cutting-edge technology,

our groundbreaking research.

We deliver innovative care

to keep your family safe.

Fix your face.

It says, "I'm going to pounce on Bell."

He fired Nic. What do you expect?

A verbal, perhaps physical altercation

resulting in your immediate termination.

But then you get to
live happily ever after

with Nic under a bridge somewhere.

Was that your attempt at sarcasm?

It was not an attempt. It was a success.

Look, I miss Nic, too, but
she can take care of herself.

So, one more time.

Fix your face.

Don't be an ass.

Hey, guys. Crazy times, right?

It's like, what? What's even happening?

Quick question for either of you...

Bradley, I love you like the
little brother I always wanted,

but I can't right now. Later, though.

You and me, we are hanging
and talking about,

you know...

- stuff.
- Okay. Yes. I love stuff.

- Um, Mina...
- What he said.

Wait. Wait. Are you saying
that I'm the brother

that you always wanted, too?

Not that part.

It's, like, the main part.

This is the beginning of a new era.

One defined by The Chastain Difference.

And, as your new CEO, I'm grateful.

I'm humble. I'm eager
to work with each of you,

so that, together...

What do you think he's saying?

How sorry he is he won't have time
to kill any more people in the OR.

It's Bell.

He'll make time.

You know, there are few
things that keep me up at night.

But surgeons working overtime
to fill the void

I'll be leaving in the OR
is one of them.

And that's why one of the most gifted

cardiothoracic surgeons
in the country...

AJ Austin... is meeting with me today,

and he will choose Chastain.

Why?

Because his CEO is also a surgeon.

And I can ensure
this hospital is a doctor...

friendly...

environment.

Oh, my God. It's Bradley.

His pulse is thready.

We... just... some help here.

Just carefully. He might have
a C-spine injury.

Oh, God.

Someone page Trauma!

I need a backboard and
a lac tray in here stat.

Watch out, watch out, watch out.
Let me in.

Oh, God.

Holding pressure's not working.

I need that suture kit now!

JT, stabilize that...

that impalement...

What are you doing?

I'll use the cath balloon
to apply pressure from within

- to control the bleeding.
- That's not how we control bleeding.

We got to get him into the OR.

It's not how surgeons like
to control the bleeding,

but it's how we did it in the front

when there's no time
to get someone into surgery.

Okay, we're good.

Load him on the backboard.
Let's go. Move, move, move.

I'm sorry, Bradley,
am I boring you? Wake up.

He just completed a 30-hour shift.

Bradley, do you need
to go home and rest?

No, sir, Dr. Bell.

- Synced and corrected by Shazi89 -
- www.addic7ed.com -

Where's Trauma?

- Page Dr. Nolan.
- I'm here. Talk to me.

- 32-year-old male.
- I know who Bradley is.

Deep neck laceration.
Chest impalement and fractured tib-fib.

- He should have been in the OR 5 minutes ago.
- We need a full assessment

- before you crack open his chest.
- No time for that.

- Where's Bell?
- Washing blood off his hands.

Oh, my God, Bradley. How can I help?

- You can't. We're good.
- He's my friend.

I'm not going anywhere. BP's 107/63.

- Heart rate's 94.
- Vitals are stable.

No output from the chest tube.
We have time.

That metal could be
tamponading a major vessel.

- Could rupture at any moment.
- We need to figure out

what caused Bradley's fall
before we rush off to the OR.

Yeah, and while we discuss
that, he dies on this gurney.

Or he dies under anesthesia from a
pre-existing medical condition.

He took a header off the roof.
It's a suicide attempt.

- You hear hoofbeats, it's a horse, not a zebra.
- Stop. I don't think he jumped.

What are you doing?

- The OR is ready for him.
- He's not ready for the OR.

He's a trauma patient.

Trauma attending makes the call, Conrad.

Take him to the OR. I'm gonna scrub in.

Let's go.

Wait. Look at his hands and feet.

He's posturing.

Right pupil's blown.

Send him for a scan
of his brain and chest.

- Quickly.
- All right, let's go.

Is he even gonna fit into the CT machine
with that thing in his chest?

Here you go.

Thanks.

It's on me.

Nic. What are you doing?

Don't you love this place?

Wouldn't it be ironic
if we suddenly discovered

we had something in common?

Especially today, of all days.

Okay, I'll play along.

See, I have a way of never giving up

when I put my mind to something.

The good news is I have no distractions,

so I get to focus all of my attention

on one very important task.

You surprise me.

I didn't realize you had
so much fight in you.

Too bad it didn't show up till
the week after you got fired.

Tell me about Nashville.

This conversation's over.

I don't think so, Dr. Derzius.

Oh, sorry, that was your married name.

It took you a minute to
change back to your maiden name

when you landed in Atlanta
to start over.

- Let me give you a piece of advice.
- No, I'm good, thanks.

I'll find out
what I need to know on my own.

All of it.

Don't let it shift.

Did they teach you this
in medical school?

No. You teach yourself
on the red route in Kandahar

after an IED sends shrapnel

into a soldier's head, neck and chest.

Did he survive?

No, he did not.

We're good. You're up.

How's he doing?

We're about to find out.

But why the hell did he jump?

He didn't. He fell.

We don't know what happened.

We do know he's a surgeon,
and surgeons cut.

But he's been benched for six weeks.

I was benched for a day,
and I wanted to kill myself.

No. Even after he was benched,

he was asking everyone else
if they needed anything.

This guy is strong. He's resilient.

He was planning a double date
with me and Priya.

- Said Noni might even be the one.
- She is not the one.

The point is, he was
living and planning his life.

This was not an attempted suicide.

Well, this was clearly
an attempted suicide.

And it's not our fault
that the suicide rate

for male physicians is
nearly one and a half times

higher than for
the general male population,

or that it's the second-leading
cause of death for young doctors.

28% of residents experience depression,

which, left untreated,
increases the likelihood

of this kind of... catastrophe.

Let's be honest,
doctors don't go to therapy.

Bradley sure didn't, not even
after falling asleep in the OR.

That's tragic, there's no doubt.

But...

this was a personal decision

made by a mentally unstable resident.

Chastain will not be held accountable.

Our insurance won't pay a dime.

And...?

And?

And...

I will make it publicly known

that we want to be a leading voice

and a powerful influence

with an issue that plagues
hospitals nationwide.

You were born to be a surgeon, Randolph,

but you're a damn good CEO.

- I gotta go.
- Mm-hmm.

I gotta go.

I gotta, I gotta go.

I gotta go.

Subarachnoid hemorrhage with
intraventricular extension

and hydrocephalus.

If we would have put Bradley
under anesthesia,

he would have herniated and died.

His brain is bleeding,
so if you don't get the pressure

down immediately, he still will.

He needs an extraventricular drain now.

Let's get him to Neuro.

Dr. Austin, I'm glad
you started without me.

I see you're late
for your own recruitment.

Forgive me, this is a hell of a morning.

There are 3,200 types of bacteria

from 150 species on the human hand.

Let's spare ourselves
the risk of illness

until we've established
a mutual respect.

Dr. Bell, your reputation precedes you.

That's a lie. I know nothing about you.

Though I assume you are a surgeon

whose passion for cutting
was snuffed out by his fondness

for the good old American green.

Well, in addition to my
expanded responsibilities,

I'll retain the title
of Chief of Surgery.

I still plan to cut.

Why bother?

Passion, love and discipline.

This is good. You want some of my pie?

You won't shake my hand, but
you're willing to share your pie?

Let me rephrase that. You can
have the rest of my pie,

- I'll order another one.
- No, thank you.

I'm here to talk about Chastain,

and how much we want you in our OR.

Let's just do this as colleagues,
one great surgeon to another.

Yeah, Chastain is on my list.

Buried somewhere in the middle.

But I do like a good underdog story.

Seabiscuit. You like that movie?

Not so much. A little vanilla for me.

I'll take the tour.

But I don't like smoke
anywhere near my ass.

Once the cerebrospinal fluid's drained,

we've got to get him to an OR stat.

Yep, that's the plan.

So...

Bell is claiming mental illness.

You need to tell me if there's
any truth to that.

I know Bradley was your friend,

- but...
- No.

He was at the end of a 30-hour shift.

But a depressed doctor
who couldn't handle the pressure

and jumps off a building sounds
better than an overworked doctor

- who collapsed on Bell's watch.
- Okay.

Well, you know what's great
about being an internist?

We get to protect patients.

Which means we're gonna get
to the real reason

behind Bradley's fall, no matter
what story serves our new CEO best.

Who is it?

Hi, uh, my name's Nic Nevin.

I'm here to speak with Anthony Ewen.

Yeah, look, I don't want any solar
panels or whatever you're selling.

And I'm an atheist.

You're a doctor.

No, not anymore.

And I'm not a nurse practitioner anymore
because of Lane Hunter.

Lily Kendall. 26.

She was my patient. She died recently.

Because of Lane.

Does Lane know you're here?

No one knows I'm here.

Come on.

Dr. Okafor.

Please, sit down.

I'm about to scrub in to assist
with a mass casualty.

I covered you with another resident.

Which means you're now available.

I would like your observations
on a recruiting matter.

I'd like you to give a guest

the grand tour of Chastain Park.

Do I look like a welcoming committee?

You hear that?

That's the sound of the keys
to this castle

jingling in my pocket.

- Who is the guest?
- AJ Austin.

Top of his class, studied
minimally invasive surgery,

nominated top CT surgeon
by US News & World Report

six times... he won four.

- Fine, but why me?
- Talent recognizes talent,

and his attitude leaves
a lot to be desired.

Mina, uh...

don't forget to smile.

She was my mentor in Nashville.

When rumors started about her
overtreating patients,

I didn't believe it.

Then one of her patients died
of chemo OD.

What did the hospital do?

They let her resign
in exchange for silence.

So she came here with a clean slate.

Then she offered me
a position at a clinic.

I was loyal.

But then the same thing
started happening again.

This time I asked questions.

Yeah, next thing I knew,
my shifts were reduced.

I was accused of self-prescribing,

of patient negligence.

Did you ever report her
to the medical board?

Are you crazy? Who is gonna believe

a disgraced doctor?

By then she was already building
a stellar reputation.

Was anyone at the clinic on your side?

I mean, what about Allie?
She's a nurse there.

- I mean, if the three of us go together...
- Lady...

there is no "us."

The best advice I can give you is run.

Run away from Lane Hunter.

- Dr. Austin.
- That is the rumor.

Dr. Bell pulled me from a mass casualty
to give you the royal treatment.

Is that what this is?

I don't know what this is.

I like you already. You like me?

Early days, but probably not.

Well, I find your honesty off-putting.

Most do.

Well, let's keep it going, then.

That guy. Go.

Bret Kilborn. Vascular
surgery attending.

- Fifth best at Chastain.
- Out of how many?

Five.

Redhead. Man hips. Go.

Joyce. Orthopedics. Average at best.

Bitchy.

Why are we doing this?

Well, if I'm gonna come to Chastain,

I need to know how many clowns
are in the circus.

I'm already accredited here.

- I'm sure you know.
- Are you going to come?

Not likely.

He... Hey. Where you going?

Pre-op on a patient with a broken penis.

Devon...

what are you doing?

Same as you, trying to figure out.

Bradley's last moments.

What really happened.

What the hell was he doing up here?

Our lounge sucks. Look around.

This is where a lot
of us interns hang out.

Particularly the ones
addicted to nicotine.

Wait, Bradley smoked?

Every doctor has some sort of vice

to survive the pressures, the hours.

This isn't gonna lead to some
weird admission from you, is it?

Look, all I'm saying is
I'm sure you've got a poison,

just like Bradley.

And that's probably why he was up here.

Yeah, you're right, I do, but I get
my aggressions out in my own way.

It doesn't end with me
crashing through the skylight.

Wasn't that Bradley's drink of choice?

Yeah. Anything to stay awake.

Why would he care about staying awake

if he was planning on jumping
to his own death?

He wouldn't.

Excuse me, ma'am.

I'm sorry, but your appointment
has been cancelled.

Uh, I've been waiting
for over half an hour,

and my appointment
was scheduled on Tuesday.

Denise is a former colleague of mine.

- She would have called in advance.
- Something came up.

So sorry she forgot to call.

The way that our calendar system works,

- it's really hard...
- Denise.

Hey, Denise.

Ma'am? Ma'am!

Unfortunately,
we are booked for the day,

But if you'd like to make
another appointment,

you can call and reschedule.

You do realize I'm not
just here to hang out

and catch up with old friends, right?

I'm actually here at the medical board

to report someone who's
putting patients in danger.

You know, the patients?
The ones we're supposed to help?

Do you care at all about anything?

You know, don't answer that.
I'll be back.

You suck.

Wow. Oh, this is my lucky day.

Wait, is, uh, is that good news for me?

No. It's a penile fracture.

That baby's broken.

But it-it doesn't even have a bone.

It's a membrane called
the tunica albuguinea.

Look, Doc, this is my thingy
we're talking about here.

Oh, we're not talking about it anymore.

I'm booking an OR.

Wait, surgery? Whoa.

Look, it's a little crooked.

I can-I can live with that.

"A little."

Steve, tell me how you did this.

- I-I just... not...
- Use your words, Steve.

Well, I had to, uh...

I had a wild night with a-with a lady.

I mean, uh... a girl.

- But she... It was a woman.
- Steve,

do you really want to lie to the people

who are going to have sharp
knives next to your thingy?

I thought she was doing
the surgery. Who is this guy?

Hey! Are you gonna
help us help you or not?

I have a tee time.

Okay, that's a lie.

I have a date with a single malt.

Now, Steve.

Are you going to tell me what happened,

so we can save the only partner
who seems to want to have sex with you?

It wasn't from coitus
with a human person.

I'll stay for this.

You did this yourself, didn't you?

How?

An elliptical machine.

Uh, he asked how.

That is how.

I was working out,
and I was watching pornography.

You did this in public?

No, it was at home.

I mean, I also own
a-a used Pilates reformer

and gravity boots.

Uh, gravity boots?

Yeah, those are new.

What do you have to live for, Steve?

What makes you rise and shine
in the morning?

What fills your lungs with air?

My... my cats?

I have seven.

I like kitties.

I've always been a cat man.

Dogs like everybody.

But cats are more discerning.

Exactly.

I wanted to know how you did this

so I could scare you into never
doing something this stupid again,

because the next time,

you could snap your neck
and not your thingy.

And you will die.

And then, three days later,

guess who's gonna starve and die
right next to your corpse?

My kitties. They...

They're all I have.

That's right.

There's only the eight of you.

Now, we are going to fix your thingy,

and then we're gonna find you
another, safer fetish.

Yeah.

- Thanks, Doc.
- Don't touch me.

Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins?

Is he in pain?

Uh, he's deeply sedated.

He doesn't feel anything.

Uh, how did this even happen?

Our son would never try to kill himself.

I don't believe he did.

We're still working on answering
a lot of questions.

But Bradley was
a deeply dedicated member...

You don't need to sugarcoat it.

We know he was struggling.

Bradley was always one
of those kids who had to work

twice as hard as everyone else.

But he would never

- I mean...
- Don't take this the wrong way.

We love our son.

We wanted him to be happy,
but he put a lot of pressure on himself.

Wanted to be like his big sister.

She's at the Cleveland clinic.
A natural-born doctor.

Maybe if we told Bradley
how proud we are of him, no matter what.

He's a good person.

He's got a good heart, you know?

Trust me, we all know that.

If Bradley ends up being
okay, what happens to him?

Is his career over?

I don't know.

Well, if it is, he'll be just fine.

We'll... help him get through it.

D-Dr. Okafor?

Promise us that he's gonna be okay.

Surgeons don't make promises.

But I'll make an exception.

Timeout is now complete
for Bradley Jenkins.

Let the record show
Dr. AJ Austin observing.

The impalement injured the left
pulmonary vein near the bronchus.

Okay. Let's get him on cardiac bypass.

Whoa. Bypass?

I guess that's the way
a trauma surgeon thinks.

But, you know, you wouldn't need
a bypass if you knew

how to do heart surgery like me.

What'd you just say to me?

- I said kill your resident.
- So you think it's better

to get in there, dig around without
being able to see what's going on?

What do I know?
I'm only a cardiothoracic surgeon.

Mina, do you have an opinion on this?

Oh, whoa, whoa, you're asking

your resident for confirmation?

Dawg, you are the attending.

Theoretically, if you move fast enough,

you don't need bypass.

See? Princess Nokia gets it.

Let me show you.

Nurse, headlight.

I said I need a headlight.

I'm sorry,

is English not your first language?

Or maybe I need to speak slowly.

- I said...
- This is my team.

You will not talk to them like this.

Fine.

Give him his headlamp.

My apologies to the group.

I don't know what came over me.

No... I really, really shouldn't
have raised my voice.

Thank you.

But it's not like this is a matter

of life and death!

After you, Doctor.

By all means.

This is only because
you're cardiothoracic.

Yeah, whatever you have
to tell yourself, pal.

Yo, why don't you load up a, uh,

5-0 Prolene on a BV-1 needle?

- Today, Dr. Okafor.
- Listen,

I've treated people
wounded in civil wars

and children dying of AIDS.

None of that scared me.

So you definitely don't scare me.

Now, speak to me with respect,

Dawg.

Fine. Suture.

Now, do you think you can
yank the impalement out

so we can get to work?

He's hemorrhaging.

Retract medially. Suction.

Come on, keep up.

- Keep up!
- He's losing blood.

Pressure's dropping.
Two units, wide open.

Another suture. Now.

Increase my suction.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on, keep up.

Will you look at that?

Bleeding's stopped.

- Vessel's repaired.
- Oh.

Piece of cake.

Wow.

That bleeding
was nothing but a distraction.

Now we can look for other injuries.

Left ventricle severely thickened.

He has heart disease.

In his 30s?

Not that we knew of.

The medical board doesn't
make scheduling errors.

And Denise just blew me off.

It was weird. And I think
someone's following me.

- Wait, what?
- There was this car

waiting for me outside
the board, to box me in.

- It freaked me out.
- Okay, I'm done with this whole

"I'll handle Chastain, you
handle the investigation" thing.

Please, don't do anything else
until my shift ends,

and we'll come up with a game plan.

Rumors travel fast around here.

Nic Nevin?

On the grounds of Chastain.

Ballsy.

She heard about Bradley
and wanted to visit him.

No need to explain to me. It's not
like I'm gonna call security.

Someone else might, but not me.

So let them.

Have a nice day.

Ventricular hypertrophy? From what?

Don't know yet.

Combination of cigarettes
and obesity, mixed with

a heavy dose of stress,
would be my educated guess.

Obesity?

I noticed stretch marks
around his gut during surgery.

Telltale signs of a man
who's had gastric bypass.

Um, I'm sorry,
I don't believe we've met.

- Mina, is this...?
- Dr. Austin.

And he is?

Dr. Devon Pravesh.

Top intern at Chastain,
and it's not even close.

Stop smiling.

And don't wink.

Dr. Conrad Hawkins.

I've heard some things.

But it's cool.

I'm sure you've heard
some things about me, too.

I'm Dr. AJ Austin in the flesh.

I assisted in Bradley's surgery.

The plan was to observe,

but I ended up working with Dr. Okafor,

because the cretin masquerading

as a trauma surgeon really ought
to bury his scalpel,

along with his career,
in an unmarked grave.

Can I borrow you two for a second?

Toxicology on Bradley's back.

Amphetamines in his system.

And security found
methylphenidate in his locker.

Uppers.

Stimulants were his crutch
to work in overdrive.

- And it's what damaged his heart.
- Yeah,

but there's no proof
that his heart caused the fall.

Which means Bell will still
sell this as a suicide.

Unless a little controlled chaos
helps us figure out

what actually happened
to Bradley on that roof.

Mm. You're smiling?

Keep me out of it.

You in?

Do I have a choice?

No.

Wait, his rhythm is normal.

Why am I getting ready
to cardiovert him?

I'm pushing isoproterenol to mimic
the cardiac effects of caffeine.

Wait a second, are you trying
to induce an abnormal rhythm?

- Because that would be...
- Yes.

I am.

I think that energy drink
in Bradley's system

triggered something
in his already damaged heart

and caused him to faint and
crash through that skylight.

And this little experiment

is gonna prove if I'm right or not.

He's in V tach. He's gonna crash.

- I'm paging Code Blue.
- Relax.

There's our answer. Okay? Paddles.

Yeah.

Charge. Clear.

Back in sinus. See?

Controlled chaos to test our theory.

Exciting, right? Everybody wins.

Except Bell. Proves that he didn't jump.

Wean him off the vent
and page me when he's awake.

The guy is a gross liability.
He does not belong at Chastain.

Dr. Nolan is just filling me in

- on what happened in the OR.
- You were there.

You saw the way that
that animal treated everybody.

Mostly you, but yes.

Dr. Okafor, you spent
the whole shift with Dr. Austin.

What are your observations?

His bedside manner is a disaster.

Think about who's saying that.

Sorry.

But in the OR,
his hands, his instincts...

unlike anything I've seen before.

And, ultimately, he saved Bradley's life

without even having to expose
him to the risks of bypass.

He's cardiothoracic, all right?

I put my ego aside for the patient.

Other surgeons might not
be able to handle Dr. Austin

with that type of modesty.

- Am I done here?
- No.

In your opinion,

would Dr. Austin be a valuable addition

- to Chastain's surgical staff?
- Absolutely not.

Albert.

Mina.

Even a raptor serves a purpose,

as long as you know it's a raptor.

Keep Austin away
from conscious patients.

Unconscious ones will love him
because he'll save their lives.

- Raptor.
- We're done.

Hey. Dr. Austin.

- So, how's my, uh...
- Your penis is as good as new.

Oh, thank God.

That's amazing.

Give me your password.

What?

Hey, how'd you get my ph... Why?

6-9-6-9.

There's my kitties.

Take care of your babies, okay?

And I want you to see this face...

this face right here...

before you think
about doing something stupid

on a treadmill again.

Do you hear me, Steve?

Yes, sir.

Good.

Can I help you?

Oh. Howdy there.

Um, sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.
I'm just delivering your groceries.

Uh, well, I didn't order any groceries.
You must have the wrong house.

Oh, golly. Really? I'm sorry.

I... No, it...

No, it says this exact address
right here.

Don't want to go wasting
free groceries, now, do we?

Well, now, say thank you.

Excuse me?

Oh, this is the part
where one nice person

says to another nice person,

"Hey, thanks for the free groceries."

If you don't get off my property
I'm gonna call the police.

Hey, hey, now. Ain't no need to go
turning something perfectly pleasant

into something else.

How about we just move on with our lives

and stop looking to cause trouble?

That way we can both sleep tight

and nobody gets hurt.

You have a good night, Nicolette Nevin.

I am so sorry, you guys.

I was just trying to push through.

You know? Just act
like everything was okay.

That's kind of what we do, right?

We don't put patients in danger.

Or doctors.

Or ourselves.

Okay.

So, is that it then?

Am I done?

Bradley, what do you want?

Everyone in this room would answer
that question in a split second

and say, "I want to be a
doctor." But why didn't you?

No, I do. I-I do want to be a doctor.

Don't tell me what you think the right
answer is. Tell me what you want.

I don't know, man.

Look, I...

I never thought that I would
admit this to anyone.

But I thought about it all the time.

Not falling through the skylight

on Bell's conference table, per Se,

but...

I thought about stepping
off that rooftop.

I just...

wanted to escape the pressure...

anxiety...

the exhaustion...

the fear of...

fear of failing again...

of being a failure.

Even just the thought...

of walking away from medicine...

brings this overwhelming
sense of relief.

It's like a weight
lifted off my shoulders.

Is that weird or what?

- To me it is.
- Incomprehensible.

But for you, it's not weird at all,
because you don't love being a doctor,

so go.

Get out of this place
and find what you do love.

Yeah, and...

Well...

I am not going to miss this place.

But I am definitely...

definitely...

gonna miss you guys.

We're gonna miss you, too, man.

You know where to find us.

Yeah, you guys seriously
never leave this place.

Hey, thumbs up, man.

- Dude, yeah.
- Good, good.

I think this is...

Not one for good-byes?

Love them, actually.

Good-bye.

I'm willing to offer you
a full-time position.

Yeah, what's the number?

Well, more than anyone else will
pay, less than you'll demand.

I'll pass.

Dr. Austin, I know a great surgeon

when I see one, but...

I also know a desperate man.

You've been a locum tenens
for the last 36 months,

hopping from hospital to hospital,

searching for something,

- maybe running from something.
- I only run when being chased.

Okay.

Well, your reputation outside
the OR is catching up.

You know, great hospitals have
a profound aversion to risk,

but I'm willing to bet two things:

one, on you,

and two, that your list of suitors

is neither long nor impressive.

You'll have an offer
from me in the morning.

It's a best and final.

Dr. Okafor frightens me

in wonderful ways.

I want her to be my right hand.

My thoughts exactly.

- Hey.
- Did he come back again?

No. Not yet.

- How about his license plate?
- It was dark. I couldn't see it.

- I just ran in the house and locked the door.
- Did you call the police?

And say what? That some
creepy guy gave me groceries?

No, no, that's okay.
I just, I know what you're gonna say,

that you're fine
and you don't need my help.

No, I am not fine
and I do need your help.

I'm just starting to realize
how far Lane's willing to go.

Grab your things.
You're staying at my place.

- Just until we figure this out.
- Yeah.

I mean, she already got me fired.

I thought she was
just trying to ruin me.

But it's not that simple.
Think about it, Conrad.

This isn't just about Lily or me.

It's bigger than that.

Lane has got something else to hide.

And we're gonna find out
what it is together.

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