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- I had a car accident.
Lost a lot of memory.

- Chief resident
is up soon, consider

throwing your hat in the ring?

(Michael): After Danny died,
you changed.

(Amy): Previously on "Doc".
Danny...

I saw my son, but then I didn't
get any more memories of him.

I just keep seeing this man.

- The punishment
should fit the crime.

- The crime is that
our dad is dead.

- All I care about is do
you wanna be with me?

(Michael): Nora just got
an email from you.

- I didn't send her anything.
- She was hacked.

- This is out of control!

- No, it's in control...
our control.

(AI recording): My name is
Amy Larsen.

And if you thought
today was fun,

that was only the beginning.

(tense music)

(door opens)

- Doc. Hey, Doc.
You got a sec?

- Just clocked out and it is
2 a.m. What do you want?

- Well, uh... I was too
embarrassed to do this

in any official capacity,

but I think there's a problem
with my...

my rear.
- Your rear?

- Sort of my uh, undercarriage.
Think you could take a look?

- Sure, 'cause... this is how
I love to spend my free time.

- Just a quick peek in the
ambo. I'm beggin' you, man.

- You're gonna owe
me big for this.

- All right.
- Yeah.

(tires screech)

(door slams shut)

- Hey, I need some
help over here!

(tires squealing)

- Sir, if you can hear me?
You're at Westside Hospital.

We're gonna take care of you.

(theme music)

(voicemail): This is Nora,
leave a message. (beep)

(Michael): Honey, please, I get
you're upset but we're married.

We have a child. This isn't
the way to work things out.

Call me back. Or I'll
come to your mother's.

- I told you I needed space.

- Yeah, well, I needed to try.

- I know, because you're someone
who wants to do the right thing.

- That's not what this is about!
- It is, Michael.

You have a baby,
you want to be a great father,

you know how this
will look to people.

- Oh, will you give me a break?

- I am giving you a break!
I'm letting you go.

- Some maniac sends you
a recording

of what my ex-wife's
therapist says,

and off of that
you're leaving me?

- I can't compete with
this insanity anymore.

- Wh-, Nora...

- Don't call me. Don't come by.

I will text you
with a schedule for Simon.

(door shuts)

(somber music)

- Are you sure you want
to go to work today?

- Well, no, I... I really
don't wanna go anywhere.

- I meant because of your dad.

- Yeah. I mean...
what else am I gonna do?

Sit around, staring at the walls
all day, thinking about him? No.

- Separate cars,
ten minutes apart?

(chuckles)

- That's exactly what
you used to say back then.

But I mean like,
the exact same words.

- Guess some things are just
stuck in my head.

Although, this time
I'm gonna take an Uber.

TBI and whatnot.

- Well, I'll take you
however I can get you.

- And IT still has
nothing on the hacker?

- Whoever did this
had some acumen.

- It has to be the angry doctor
I keep seeing in my memories.

- Unfortunately, there were
many people

who may have had a grudge
against you.

- Which is why I need
to get back into TMS.

- Amy, you collapsed.

- I collapsed because
I was forced to undergo

temporal interference
to my brain...

that was only because I was
wrongly accused

of making two mistakes.

(Sonya): Get that bulletin this
morning about the hack?

- Yeah. You hear
anything about it?

- Pretty sure it has
something to do with Amy.

- What makes you say that?

- Overheard something
at Rachel's house yesterday.

Once again... she creates chaos.

(whispering): You idiot!
Your plan completely backfired.

No one was ever gonna think
she sent that e-mail.

And now IT--

(Charlie): I told you,
we're fine, okay? Z's on it.

(Z): Tell her it's no sweat.
We're gonna phish our way in.

- Did he just say "phish"?

(Charlie): Hospital put out

an all-staff bulletin
about the hack.

We just piggyback on that, send
everyone a fake password reset.

One person clicks it,
the link Trojan horses us in.

Wipe her metadata.
- Oh, my God.

- Don't wig out me now,
okay? We've got a couple more

wrecking ball Amy Larsen
therapy sessions going out

to a small, but exclusive club.

Although this time...

it's courtesy of
AI voice replication.

- Which is it? Do you want
to start practicing medicine

or chase down your hacker?

- There's no reason
I can't do both.

I am not taking
the meds anymore.

And I am not going back
to see Marks.

If it can't be Gina, then I want
to pick my own doctor this time.

- That's fine, but I am not
signing you up

for headaches and nosebleeds.

- Well, how are we going
to find this guy?

I'm a sitting duck right now.

- You changed your passwords

and we're monitoring
your accounts. Joan's right,

get back to work.
Let us do our jobs.

- And Amy... you're still
an intern

and you still need supervision.
You'll be with Dr. Maitra today.

You need to get to the
bottom of this.

- We'll be fine.

(Sonya): And you have no idea
who dropped you off last night?

- Had to be Russian agents.
Or Chinese... maybe.

They abducted me in my sleep.

- Is there anyone we can reach
out to? Family, friends?

- No, I left them behind.

It's not safe for them
to be near me.

- Hi, I'm Dr. Larsen. I'll be
working alongside Dr. Maitra.

- Looks like he's been
living on the streets.

Seems mentally unstable.

Dumped off last night with
a crush injury. Car sped off.

No ID. Says his name's Tim.

(Tim): Who made this food?

- Hospital cafeteria.

- There's no proof of that!
Can you test it for poison?

- That's done at
the nurse's station.

I saw it myself. If you're
hungry, it is safe to eat.

What happened to your leg?

Was this the people
that brought you here?

- I told her...
it was enemy agents.

One of them dropped me here
and the other one took off.

They've been following me since
the night at the lake.

- What lake?
- Cedar!

We had to go on the lam!
There gave me no choice!

- This isn't helpful,
Dr. Larsen.

- Finding out who he is
and where he's been

could be extremely helpful,
Dr. Maitra.

(Sonya): Fine. I will treat
the injury in front of me.

If you want to get to
the bottom of his identity,

then go order a psych consult
and review the security footage.

- Sure.

(TJ): It's the body's
defense against infection.

We're starting antibiotics while
we wait for more test results.

- Antibiotics? She's in a coma.

- Ma'am, good morning.
I'm Dr. Heller.

You wanna catch me up?
What's going on here?

- Yeah, a 16-year-old female

found unresponsive
in her bed this morning,

came to the ER a few hours ago.

Regular heartbeat, breathing on
her own, but she's 9 on the GCS.

- What does that mean?
- She is in critical condition,

but we can still bring her
out of this if

we make a proper diagnosis.

Now, do we know where
she was last night?

- She was in bed studying.
We were both home all night.

- I'm assuming the ER
ran a tox screen?

- She doesn't do drugs.
That's not what this is about.

- Negative for amphetamines
and opiates.

Still waiting for a more
advanced screen.

- What are you doing?
I told you she was home!

She doesn't do drugs!

- Let's get a CAT scan,

make sure we don't have
a latent bleed.

Mrs. Bauer, I understand
you're worried.

I have a daughter myself.

I promise you I will treat yours
like she's my own, okay?

- I'm sorry, I just--
- No, don't, don't apologize.

She's your child. You have
nothing to apologize for.

- I'm going to need you to
sign for that CAT scan.

- Of course.
(sniffles)

(sighs)
(mysterious music playing)

(keys clacking)

(phone rings)

(detective over phone): This is
Detective Summers.

- Hi, Dr. Amy Larsen

from Westside Hospital
in Minneapolis.

I have a John Doe here.

I think he might
be from your area.

(detective): Okay.
- He says his name is Tim.

(detective): Uh,
Physical description?

- White male, 30 years old,
six foot, dark brown hair.

Hazel eyes. He-he mentioned
something about Cedar Lake.

(detective): Well,
that could help, hang on.

Yeah, okay. I've got
someone who might match.

Name's Timothy A. Stern.

He'd be 33 years old.
Last seen at that lake.

I tell you what, I'm gonna
text you his photo.

- Oh, great. Thanks.

(phone chimes)

(Amy): Yeah, that's him.

(detective): Well, his wife's
gonna be happy,

he's been missing over 7 years,

and he was pronounced dead
four months ago.

(music peaks)

- Why is it everyone's
such a moron?

- Oh, what happened now?

- Dr. Park missed an MI.

Put a guy into
cardiogenic shock.

- Well, even I know people
make mistakes.

- Well, they shouldn't.

And they wouldn't if our
esteemed chief, Numeroff,

held people accountable.

- Perhaps the new chief
will do better.

- Getting that job
is all about groveling

and backstabbing,
and then doing it is all about

bureaucracy and politics.

- And holding
people accountable.

- It's a moot point anyway,

'cause he's going to die
in that chair in 25 years.

- No, actually, he's not.

I just had drinks
with his wife last week,

and the old man's announcing
his retirement any day now.

When you walk into the IMO,

you're the smartest person
in the room.

Time for you to start
owning that.

- I'm not sure you're seeing
the full picture here.

- What do you mean?

(Amy): There's a ramp.
I saw it when his CO2 spiked.

- Well, we pumped him full of
fluids, CO2 level's normal.

- Yeah, but didn't you
hear the crackles?

- Of course,
it's probably edema.

- Look at the capnography curve.

- There's fluid in his lungs.

- Which could be caused by
so many different pathologies,

and we have no medical
history of this man.

- So, what are you suggesting?

- A VQ scan.

- You want to take
an unstable patient,

wheel him into an elevator,
take him two floors down,

then load him into a scanner bed
where he'll be practically

unmonitored for another
45 minutes, what...

on your hunch?

- He could die lying here
of undiagnosed pulmonary

hypertension. I want to find
out what's going on with him.

- What's going on with him
is he has a crush injury,

and I don't see any symptoms
suggesting the contrary.

So, administer Lasix
and start an ARB.

- Fine, but I'm going to order
a blood sample.

And if it comes back with
abnormal gases, we run the VQ.

- Should have just said
that in the first place.

(door opens)

- Test came back?

- So her CT was negative,

but the results do show
alcohol in her system.

- But she was in bed.

- She wouldn't be
the first teenager

to sneak out of the house.

- If she was partying,
she might have taken something

she shouldn't have, or someone
could have spiked her drink.

- But that's what I thought
the tox screen's for?

- Some things don't show up.

- Like what?
- GHB, ketamine... Rohypnol.

- That's a roofie.

(Jake): It would be smart
to have her checked

for sexual assault,
with your consent.

- Y... you think she--
- Now, there-there's no

bruising, there's no sign
of a struggle,

so let's not get
ahead of ourselves, okay?

(tender music)

- Can we please have
a female doctor do that?

- Of course.
That is the protocol.

- It'd be really helpful if you
could help us figure out

where Shannon was last night.

- Nothing on her Uber.

I don't see anything
in her texts or WhatsApp.

- You have Life 360?
It keeps a history.

- She removed herself
from it last night

so I wouldn't know
where she was.

- Okay, you might want to
start calling her friends.

- Beth!
- Hi, Tim.

Hi.
(both crying)

- Beth. Beth... Beth,
you can't be here.

- It's-, no I can, it's okay.

- No. No, listen to me.
They'll find you. See? See?

They were tracking me
and I cut out the advice.

You need to leave.
You're in danger.

- Okay, Tim.
This is the hospital

you're safe.
- You're okay.

- No! You need
to get her outta here!

- Tim, can you tell
me where you were?

Can you tell me what happened?

(monitor alarm beeps)
- What is going on here?

- This is Beth, Tim's wife.

- I am so sorry. I'm so sorry,
but you're scaring him.

Which I told you is not
what he needs right now.

- It's not safe! It's not safe!
- I didn't mean to upset you.

- It's not safe, Beth!
- We need you out of here now!

- I don't want to go anywhere.
I'm staying here.

- Beth! It's--
- We're getting her

to a secure location.
- What is, what is that?

(Beth): I'm right here, Tim!
- What are you putting into me?

- Just something
to calm you down.

- I... I... I don't want it.

I don't... I don't want it!
I don't want--

(alarm stops)

- I thought you already gave
him meds to calm him down?

- We did, but seeing you
was triggering for him,

and so, we just
upped his dosage.

His condition is even
more acute than I thought.

- I really don't understand.

He was fine, and then a few days
of acting kind of strange,

and then suddenly he's
a schizophrenic

who disappears for seven years?

- It's common for it
to come on suddenly,

especially at his age.

- But where's he even been
all this time?

Like, living on the street?

He-he never ended up in
a shelter or in the system?

- People fall through
the cracks.

- So, now what?

- We will get him into an
inpatient program to help him

digest what happened
and cope with re-entry.

This is Dr. Larsen.

She's the one who helped us
track you down.

- I really can't
thank you enough.

- It must be so difficult

for you to get
your head around this.

- You don't even understand.

Um... we have a son
that he doesn't even know about.

It was only a few weeks after
we found out I was pregnant

that he ran away. And everyone
thought that he got spooked,

but I kept telling them
and the police that he really...

he really did love me and he
really wanted to be a father.

- I'm so sorry.

- But there are, there are
medications, right?

To help deal
with the schizophrenia.

- Let's just focus
on the task at hand.

We get him healed and then we
deal with how to move forward.

- Okay.

I'm sorry, I'm just really...
I'm so happy he's alive

and I'm so glad someone
finally found him.

Thank you.

(hurried knock)
- Sorry I'm late.

I had an emergency consult
with a patient.

- Our mandated
weekly appointments

are meant to be taken seriously.

- Wow.

- It's fine.
We'll make this quick.

You've started seeing
your own therapist?

- I have.

- And you're feeling
of sound mind?

- Whatever you have
to say to me--

- I think I already said it.
- So, I should lose my license?

It was a private session that
no one was supposed to hear.

- It was unprofessional.
- It was our strategy to help--

- Were you encouraging her to
try to patch things up with me,

when I have a newborn child?

- Absolutely not.
- My entire life's a sham,

so she should come in and uproot
it now that she can't remember

she's the one who undid it all?

- I'm so sorry this is causing
you so much trouble.

- No, I'm great.
You did me a favor

since I never loved
Nora anyway.

- Do you want me to talk to her?

(scoffs)
- Are you kidding me?

(knock at door)
What is it?

- IT wants you
in the server room.

- Don't worry, you'll be
getting high marks for today.

(door crashes open)

(Michael): Tell me you
found something.

- We just flagged
two new messages

from Dr. Larsen's
personal email account,

both with attachments

to audio recordings
from her sessions.

- How can that be when
she changed

all of her passwords last night?

- If the hacker
was signed into her account

and never logged off, he could
have still been in there.

- This is insane. You've got to
be able to log her off remotely.

- We just did.

- Well, why the hell didn't
you do that last night?

- The encroachment was on her
hospital e-mail,

and we were focused on
firewalling our entire

encryption network
so you don't end up

with a billion-dollar lawsuit.

(sighs)

- Well, what were the messages,
and who were they sent to?

- One was to Dr. Heller.

The other was to your daughter.
- What?

- We haven't listened
to the contents.

We can't do that without...
- Well, when was it sent?

- Six minutes ago.
We called you right away.

- And have they been opened?
- Dr. Heller's, no.

But we can't see your daughter's

because it's a personal
email account.

- Well, forward me the emails
and then unsend them

from Dr. Larsen's account.
Immediately.

- See that spike T-wave?

It could mean
elevated potassium.

- So, we check for
kidney malfunction.

- Mm.
(screen bleeps)

- What the...

(phone chimes)

(Joan): Hey, hey, did your
computers just glitch?

- Yeah, it looks like
it's rebooting.

Probably something to do
with the IT investigation.

(ominous music playing)

(Amy): I don't know. I just
don't know what to do about it.

(Gina): You need to dig deeper
is what you need to do.

Because this block you have
with Katie is serious.

And it's clearly
not going away.

(Amy): The thing is, no matter
how great Jake is in bed,

I'm always gonna love Michael.

I honestly can't see what
he's doing with that shrew.

(Gina): So just wait for it
to implode.

Then Michael will come back.

- Come on.
(knock at door)

(lid claps closed)
Come in!

I just spoke with IT.

Whoever hacked Amy sent
a phishing e-mail

to everyone in the hospital.

Now one of the doctors opened
it and the entire system

rebooted instantaneously.

Just make sure any tests your
doctors ordered are reconfirmed.

- This is madness, Michael.

This puts all of our
patients in danger.

- I know, but it looks like
the only thing

they were interested in
is wiping Amy's metadata.

- What if it's not someone
from Amy's past?

What if it's someone
working in the hospital now?

(curious music playing)

(patient retching)

- Thank you, ma'am.

- I'm Dr. Clark.
What's going on here?

- I think someone is trying
to sweet-talk his way out of

admitting to his parents
that he has a hangover.

- You slandered me, Julie,

after I poured on
all that charm?

(Julie laughs)

- He's never been sick like
this, even as a little kid.

- You eat anything unusual?

- Cafeteria pizza, fast food
burger after school.

- And no drugs or alcohol?

- No, that would get in
the way of basketball.

- There's a playoff game
on Thursday,

so we need to be
out of here for that.

- Okay. Well, we'll start you
on ondansetron for the nausea.

I'll order a liver function
test to be safe,

but there's a good chance
this is just food poisoning.

- Thanks.

(monitor beeping)

- A computer glitch screwed
up my blood test,

so I need a new sample.

His breathing's
still decompensating.

- How much Lasix
did you give him?

- Forty milligrams.

- That's not enough.

- His neck veins are flat.

That's not typical
for heart failure.

If you are still refusing a VQ,

we should at least
give him a spiral CT.

He would only be on
the table for 15 minutes.

- For the last time,
we are not moving him

so you can play the hero.

- You actually think that's
what this is about?

- I have no idea,
but if we can't row

in the same direction,
I say you bow out of this.

Do I need to remind you
of the hierarchy?

(Katie): So, what exactly
was on the email?

- Hmm... I told you,
someone broke into Mom's account

and got a hold of her
therapy sessions.

- And what was on them?

- Stuff that was really
bad for me and Nora.

- Wow. Can you be more vague?

- We discussed this.

Anyway, she's staying
at her mom's right now.

I don't know for how long.

- Did you hear what was
on that recording?

- I did.

I can't blame her for leaving.

- But you still won't tell me?

- Well, it's actually
none of your business.

- Right.

- They also sent one
to you... this morning.

And we managed to unsend it
and delete it,

but I wasn't sure
if you saw it?

- I was in classes all morning.
I don't check my phone.

- Okay, good.

- Why, what was on them?

- I didn't listen.
But don't worry.

We're gonna find out
who's doing this.

- I already know
who's doing this.

It's Mom, right?

Ever since her accident,

everything's just
falling apart again.

- I swear, I won't tell your
parents. We just need to know

where she was.

Yeah. Okay.

I'll try her.

I'm striking out.

(curtain rasps powerfully)

- There's no indication
of any kind of assault.

But there was sexual activity
at some point

within the last 12 hours.

- But if someone had given her
a roofie, they could have...

without there being
any evidence.

- If she was sneaking out on
a school night, it's,

it's much more likely that she
was going to meet a boyfriend.

- Right. Then how the hell
does she end up here?

(curtain rasps open further)

- Is she here on her own?

(Jake): Yeah. Yeah, father died
a few years ago.

She's the only child.

- Her CO2 is ramping.

- Yeah, a slight shark fin
pattern, that's new.

- My other case,
he's having the same issue.

- So, we think they're related?

- He said there were two people,
one who dropped him here

and the other one took off.
Maybe... maybe that was her?

- So, how, uh...
how is Mrs. Hardy in 615?

- Vitals look good.

- I was just in there.
She seems to be on the mend.

- Yeah. I suspected a PE,
so I sent her for a CT.

But the results showed
a giant lobar pneumonia.

- Good catch.

- Not really.

- Excuse me?
- Well, it's not a catch.

That's luck. You should have
caught the decreased breath

sounds on exam. You did
examine her, right?

- Of course.
- So, you just missed it then?

(sighs)
(tense music playing)

- Dr. Miller, Dr. Clark, would
you mind giving us the room?

(door rasps shut)

You're absolutely right.

Though I'm not sure
how that was productive.

- I'm not sure... how you don't
get fed up with the ineptitude?

- They're not inept.
They're just not you.

- Well, I guess I'll have to
take over when you leave, then.

(incredulous laugh)

- Your hubris is astounding.

- I'm the best doctor here.

You and I both know this
hospital needs me.

(exhales)

- Okay, you see that
slight asymmetry,

the upstroke pattern?
That wasn't there an hour ago.

- Could be sampling issues,

a kink in the line
or condensation build-out.

- That would create
a variable pattern.

This is identical
every breath.

(door opens)

- We rechecked
the security footage.

They don't think there was
anyone else in the car

besides the driver.

- Well, she has the same CO2
ramping as Tim Stern

and the same crackles.

- Could be mycoplasmic
pneumonia from the ER?

- There was no infiltrate
on the chest X-ray.

(Jake): Amy was right.
Order the VQ, Sonya.

Now.

- Ahem, I will... given the
change in circumstances.

- Whatever you need
to tell yourself.

- What's going on there?

- Doesn't concern you, TJ.

You need a VQ on her as well.

- Let's get that done.

Look, it was a gray area.

I wouldn't be so sure
it was personal.

- Shannon just got a Snapchat
message from a boy

in her school.
"Laid up at Westside,

think I got food poisoning
from those burgers. You okay?"

- Nausea meds should be kicking
in by now. Feeling any better?

- Yeah, starting to, thanks.

- Jake, it's the same curve.

- You were with my daughter
last night?

What did you give her?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa,
what's going on?

- Wait, Shannon's here?
Is she okay?

- No, she's not okay.
She's in a coma!

Now tell us what drugs
you gave her!

- Okay, back off. He didn't
give anyone drugs.

- What did you do?!
- Okay, hey, hey, Mrs. Bauer,

please just... give us
a chance to talk to him.

- You were with Shannon
last night, right?

- Yes, but we didn't do any
drugs. She had like, one beer.

I didn't even drink at all.

- You gave her alcohol too?

- You said it was
food poisoning.

So, it must have
been the burgers then?

- That's not what
it looks like now.

You drive a dark Chevy, right?

And you dropped a homeless man
off at this hospital at 2 a.m.?

- What?
- He's sick too.

We think you
all have the same thing.

- Okay, Chris, this isn't
a game. You need to tell us

everything, right now.

- We sneak out sometimes.
Go to this empty house.

Last night we found this
injured homeless guy.

- And you didn't call 911?

- He was trapped under
this metal beam.

And when, when we got it
off him, there was,

there was no
c-cell service.

So, we put him in my car,
and Sh-Shannon was freaking out.

So, then I... so, I let her out
on the way to the hospital

and she walked home.

- And you didn't want
to get caught.

- I'm sorry, it was stupid.

- But if they all have
the same thing,

is this other man in a coma?

- They're all
presenting differently.

We need to find out
what they were all exposed to.

Where is this house, Chris?

The VQ results
on all three patients

shows the same type
of lung inflammation.

I called public health.

They're on their way
to the house.

It's an abandoned
construction site,

so it is most likely the source.

- I don't like sitting
on our hands,

but how long 'til we get
results from public health?

- Their first priority
is to secure the site

and to make sure
the community is safe.

The tox results will
delay until that happens.

We need boots on the ground,
and it's got to be me.

- In your condition?

- I'm the only one who's worn
a hazmat suit in a combat zone.

- You got an hour.
Go. But...

I need you back here
in one piece.

Move Chris and Tim into the ICU

so we can observe
them all together.

But if TJ doesn't
get us answers,

we're going to be
flying blind.

Heavy metal tests on all three.

We're tracking renal
and liver function,

and repeat all the tox screens.

- Oh my god, Shannon.

I'm so sorry, Mrs. Bauer.

I had no idea there was anything
wrong in that house.

- Hey, we got this.
TJ'll figure it out.

(sighs heavily)

(frantic sirens and chatter)

(doors creak open)

- How's the air, guys?

(sensor wand beeps)

- Carbon monoxide's clear. O2,
CO2, radon levels normal.

(cans clatter)
(TJ): Spray foam insulation.

Looks like
they're sealed, though.

Need some help over here!

Three, two, one.

(grunts)

This is it.

(receiver clunks down)
- Okay, that was TJ.

It's copper sulfate exposure.

Hang methylene blue,
two milligrams per kilogram.

Dr. Clark, go stat.

(anxious music)

- If we're right, the treatment
could just take a few minutes.

- And then she'd be
out of the coma?

- We don't know how long
his exposure was,

but if we calculate this
correctly, his respiratory

issues should dissipate
almost immediately.

- All that time you were
getting that man out

from under the beam, you didn't
realize you were being exposed.

- What about Shannon?

Is it too late for her?

(gasping)

(alarm sounds)

- What's happening?
(mother): What's wrong with him?

- Code blue!

Asystolic arrest.
(mother): Help! Help him!

- He's got no pulse.
(father): Chris!

- Dr. Larsen,
start compressions.

You're on the airways.

Monitor the other patients.
Give me an amp of Epi.

- Can I get a tube in.

(mother): Sweetheart,
come on back.

(father): Please, God, no.

- Baby, come back! Honey.

- Hold compressions.
(father): Chris!

- What's happening?
I don't understand.

- Yeah, I'm sorry. We're gonna
need you to step back.

Still asystole.
Resume compressions.

(mother): We're here, honey.
We're here. Everything's okay.

Everything's okay.

- His VQ showed
a small effusion.

- Hannah, take over the airway.

Jake, compressions.
Amy, prep for the thoracentesis.

(mother): Come on, Chris.
Come on back, okay?

And you're a fighter.
Come on, baby!

(mother crying): It's okay,
baby. Come on back!

Come on back, baby.

- Okay.
- Hold.

- In.

(monitor flatlines)

- There's no air coming back.
- Maybe it's fluid. Syringe.

(plunger drawing)

- No fluid.
- Pericardiocentesis.

- What's happening now? Please!
- I'm sorry, Mr. Mason.

We're going to need you
to step back.

- Chris!
- He's our son!

- I know.
- We're not going anywhere!

(Joan): Ma'am, we
need you to step back.

(mother): Chris, come
on, baby! Come back!

- Dr. Larsen, get them
outta here now.

(mother): Please,
you hear me? Please!

- Take them and make
them understand!

(mother wailing)

(mother): Chris, come on!

- You can't help your
son being in here.

Okay? We need to let
the doctors do their work.

- But can they save him?

- He's young, he's strong.

We're gonna do everything
we can. Just trust me,

please step out.

- Julie, we've got the code.
Keep an eye on bed 3,

pulmonary hypertension,
med-flu drip for tox exposure.

Mars, jump onto bed one.

- Thank you.

(Joan): Give me an amp
of lidocaine,

amp of calcium.
Resume compressions.

(Mrs. Bauer sobbing)

- How is this happening?

- Oh my god, oh my gosh!

- Please just give
me back my boy.

I'll do anything.

Just don't take my boy.
(music thrums)

- What? I can't understand
what you're saying, Michael.

(father): The rest of my
life is for you, God.

I'll do anything you ask of me.

Just please
don't let me lose him.

(music thrums)

(sobbing)

(alarms ringing)

(tense music playing)

(rhythmic compressions thumping)

- Give me another amp of Epi.

(compressions continue)

Hold.

(compressions continue)

I said hold, Jake.

(father): Please, bring him
back. I need him back.

Please bring him back.

- No pulse.

(panting): Resume?

- It's been over 30 minutes.

- Okay. We go 40.

- Call it, Hannah.

- But he said we
could go for 40.

- It's over, and he's
your patient. Call it.

(somber music)

(bag clicks off)

(sobbing): Time of death
6:42 p.m.

- What's happening?
Why are they stopping?

- I'm so sorry.

He's gone.

- No. No.

- No. No.

(both sobbing uncontrollably)

- No! Baby!

You just gotta wake up.

Can you please just wake up,
honey? Why did you stop?!

Why did you stop?! No!!

Wake up! Come on, Mama's here.
Just wake up, please!

Oh, my baby!

(mother and father sobbing)

(somber music builds)

(mother): Just wake up!

- You were worried about
hierarchy because you are petty

and vindictive and frankly

an inferior doctor!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey, what's going on here?
- She killed that boy!

- Hey! Hey!
- I wanted a VQ scan

nine hours ago!
- I know.

Listen to me. Let's not do--
- Let go of me!

You-you want
more responsibility?

Why don't you go tell Chris's
parents what you did and why?

- Amy, Amy, that's--
- I am never kowtowing

to you again. Do you hear me?

(keys clacking)

(crunches chips)

(door opens)

- So, I was just wondering
what that was today,

when you undercut me
with Numeroff?

- You had it wrong.
I stepped in.

- We're not interns.
That wasn't a teaching session.

- I guess this is as good
a time as any to tell you.

Numeroff's about to announce
his retirement,

and I threw my hat in the ring
to succeed him as chief.

- I thought you never
wanted that.

- I didn't.

Now I do.

(sighs)

- You want?

- No. Thanks.

- Shannon and Tim
are stabilizing?

- Shannon should come out
of her coma any minute.

- How's Hannah?

- We're all having a hard
time with this one.

- Thank you for attending
to the parents.

- I wouldn't say I was
of much comfort.

I wasn't going to start trauma
bonding with them.

- You were the one that was
best equipped to manage them

in that situation. I'm sorry
if that made you feel like

I didn't--
- I'm a great doctor, Joan.

- I know that better than
anyone, but there were plenty

of capable hands in that room,

and I made the call that
I thought was right.

- You have Sonya in line for
chief resident,

and I run circles
around her every day.

- Oh, so that's why
you thought exploding on her

in front of the staff and
the patients was a good idea?

- She killed a kid.

- That hack today where
the computers rebooted,

it wiped out the blood test
that you ordered,

which would have come back
in time and none of this

would have happened.

- She threw me off the case

because I had
a different opinion,

which turned out to be right.

What does that say about her
and her leadership?

- And I will talk to her.

- That's not what
I'm asking for.

- Okay.

- I'm not an intern, Joan.

I walk into that IMO
and I am the smartest person

in that room.

Everybody knows it.
This is a farce!

Look, I'm not saying that I am
ready for your chair,

but I should at least be
considered for chief resident.

- You're right.

And I hope this means
you are changing your focus.

So, I'll remind you, any side
effects from memory treatments

will have to be a factor,
especially if they affect

your performance or
availability, which they have.

So, I hope you take that
into consideration

as you make your
life choices now.

- Believe me, I will.

(footsteps receding)

(sobbing)

(steadying breaths)

- Hey, uh, let me.

(deep exhale)

You were brave today,
Army Ranger.

- I heard I missed
some heavy stuff.

- Yeah, it was uh...
it was brutal.

- Tell me.

- Uh... I... I don't
think I can.

- Sonya...

tell me.

(sobbing): It's all my fault.

It's all my fault.

I ki-, I ki-, I killed him.

- No.

(sobbing)

(babbles incoherently)

- I'm Michael Hamda,
CMO of the hospital.

I um...

just wanted to say
how sorry I am for your loss.

- You're trying to
avoid a lawsuit?

- No, I...

I'm sorry. I'll leave you.

- Um, forgive me.

I know that this won't mean much
to you right now, but...

your son, Chris,
saved my husband's life.

And I just couldn't let you
leave without telling you

how grateful I am.

(mom shudders)

(tender music)

- Mom, where are we?

- The hospital.

- But why? What happened?

- You've been unconscious
since this morning.

You inhaled some toxic
chemicals at that house.

- Where's Chris?

Is he okay?

Mom!

- He, um... he passed away.

- No! No!

- I'm so sorry, sweetheart.

- No! (sobs)

- I'm sorry.
(Shannon): No!

- His uh, respiratory
issues are healing,

and we'll have our
wound care team

do daily dressing changes.

- And how long do you think
it'll be before he's back

to being himself?

- I'm very sorry to tell you
this, but after this

long without treatment, he'll be
able to live a normal life,

but it's highly unlikely he will
ever be the person you knew.

- How ever he is now,

my son's gonna have
his father.

And I'll always have Tim.

(melancholic music)

(monitor beeps steadily)

(items clatter)

- I just heard from one of the
nurses that there was some

blood test you ordered
this morning?

That if it would have
gone through,

we would have been able to
diagnose them an hour earlier.

That the hacker did something
that messed that up.

- Yeah, I heard that too.

Is this the first time
you've lost a patient?

I wish I could tell you that it
gets easier, but it doesn't.

We just get stronger.

- Yeah. Yeah, I...
I think I better go.

- Hey.

- I'm sorry that
I lashed out at you.

- Yeah, I saw shades
of the old Amy there.

- I had some more
memories of Danny,

of the day he died
and his funeral, and I...

- That must have pushed
some buttons.

- Can we go home?
- Yeah.

(somber music)

(door opens)

(machines beeping)

♪ I know it's not my fault

♪ I can't say that
I'm blameless ♪

♪ Carry the pain 'til it stops

♪ Undress it until
it's nameless ♪

(sighs)

(phone buzzing)

(Michael sighs)

♪ Someday the world will stop

♪ And it will feel just
like this did ♪

(thumb taps on screen)

(phone chimes)

♪ Sometimes it feels
like I did this ♪

(message bloops)

♪ Oh, oh

(exhales)

♪ Someday I'll be able
to let you go ♪

(Amy): I'm sure she knew Danny
was always my favorite.

And now, when I see her...

...as much as I try,
all I think about is him.

It's hard to even look at her.

♪ I'll be able to let you go

(Amy): I'm sure she knew
Danny was always my favorite.

And now, when I see her...

...as much as I try...

...all I think about is him.
It's hard to even look at her.

♪ Someday, I'll be
kinder to myself... ♪♪♪

- I didn't know, Hannah.
How could I have known?

- He was 17.
And we killed him.

- "We" didn't do anything.

It was me.

(Hannah sobs)

(Hannah): I wanted to be
a doctor my whole life.

(Hannah): Oh, my God.

(somber music)

(♪♪♪)

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