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- These last couple months have been amazing.

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

- Whatever this is, I'm in.

- Emelia!

- [gasps] I know you.

- How you doing?

- Pretty wild starting a parenting journey

at this point in your life.

- Sometimes I worry about how this is gonna work,

you and I raising a kid together.

- You're so pretty.

What's your name? - Sharon.

You're tired, aren't you?

- I--

- It's okay, Bert.

We can just sit.

[dramatic music]

[doorbell buzzing]

- Kip. [buzzing continues]

- I think your doorbell's broken.

- It works fine. I was sleeping.

What happened to your key?

- I lost it.

You were sleeping?

Since when do you sleep past 6:00?

- Since when are you up before noon?

And what's with the suit?

Is this a Halloween costume?

- This is 100% polyester, I'll have you know.

- That's not good.

- It's for work.

Wait. You got a bike?

- Uh, yeah, I got a bike. Sorry.

You got a job that requires you to wear something

besides a ratty T-shirt?

- Well, I see that you're currently enjoying

one of my ratty old T-shirts.

- I don't wanna miss the breakfast rush--

Hey. - What's up, dude?

- Look, I didn't know.

I thought she was single.

- Oh, no. No. - Ew. I'm her brother.

- Oh, well, cool.

Nice to meet you, man. - Yeah.

- Um, have you seen my pants?

- I think they're by the couch.

- Oh, thanks.

I'm just gonna use the bathroom.

- Aye, aye, Captain.

Impulse buy? - No.

What are you even doing here, Kip?

- Oh, so, um, do you still have Mom's ring?

I, uh, kinda got some important news.

You might wanna sit down for this.

[soft music]

Okay.

I am proposing to my girlfriend.

- Oh, how far along is she?

- Seriously, Caty, Gemma is the most

amazing person on the planet.

We're hanging out in Andersonville tonight.

You should stop by and meet her.

- I guess I'll be heading out then.

- [chuckles] Get out.

- All right. - QuickEats?

Or it's just like a quickie.

Hell of a tip.

- Kip. - What?

I'm happy for both of you.

Sex makes the world go round.

- Yeah, sometimes I get to meet some pretty cool people.

- [laughs]

- So do you have Mom's ring, or are you gonna

save it for the delivery dude?

- So it's just the ultrasound today, right?

- Uh, yeah.

- Hi.

I'm Dr. Lovell.

Dr. Clark had to step out to do a delivery,

so I'm gonna be doing your ultrasound today, okay?

- Okay. Yeah. Sure.

- Before we get started, two very important questions--

question number one, do either of you

know who I'm supposed to be?

- A cat.

- I'm the cat that went viral for looking like Eugene Levy.

Remember, he had those funny markings on his fur

like eyebrows?

- Oh, you know, I'm not really active on Instagram, so--

- Time to move on to TikTok.

Anyway, question two--

do we want to learn the baby's sex today?

- Yes, we would. - I'd rather not.

So um, I was kind of thinking it would be

nice if we kept it a surprise.

- Oh, you really think we need any more surprises?

- I mean, why is learning the sex so important?

- I mean, it would help you to figure out

the design of the nursery.

- You could always do a gender-neutral theme--

outer space, the ocean, woodland creatures.

- Oh, yes. Those are great ideas. Thanks.

- Yeah, I'm really not worried about the nursery.

- Okay, well, then

we'll just revisit it at our next visit.

- I'll make a note for Dr. Clark.

- Are you ready?

- Yeah.

- All right.

Okay.

- Knock, knock.

- We were supposed to meet at Lou Mitchell's for breakfast

this morning, birthday boy.

- Did either of you guys get my text?

I'm so sorry. I can't do it today.

This day is turning into an actual frickin' nightmare.

I'm so sorry.

- Yeah, we got your text. We chose to ignore it.

- Did you really think we were gonna let you wriggle away

from any and all humiliation?

- Do your colleagues realize how old you are?

- Oh, hey! This guy is 65 today.

Tell a friend.

- Would you have a lighter by any chance?

- Uh--

- Oh, almost forgot your present.

- Not that I smoke, but, um, yeah.

- This is obviously Howie's idea.

- [chuckles] Ta-da!

- Whoa!

- Here we go. - Jeepers.

Guys, they're gorgeous.

Are they fancy?

That's my name.

Guys, I don't even play golf.

- Not yet, you don't.

- You're always talking about how the ED

is a young person's game.

Certainly you must be getting tired of fighting

the same old fight.

- Make a wish.

- Not even 9:00 a.m., and we're already

getting Halloween injuries.

So glad I'm off tonight.

- Big plans?

- Uh, Sadie and I are taking Emelia trick-or-treating.

- Really?

So that's kind of turned into a, uh,

what, a bit of a thing?

- Yeah, a really nice thing.

- Dr. Ripley, you're on deck.

Going to Treatment 4.

Eight-year-old boy fell down at school.

Trauma to the face. Teacher rode in with him.

- Sorry, pal. No rest for the weary.

- Actually, Dr. Charles, you're needed too.

It's a possible psych issue.

- Well, trick or treat.

- Lucas Early, eight-year-old male.

2 centimeter through-and-through

laceration below the lip.

Lower two front teeth went through the skin.

- It's okay, Lucas.

- This is his teacher, Ms. Herrera.

- You're safe, these doctors are gonna help you.

- How did this happen?

- He was running, tripped, and hit his chin on a curb.

- Okay. Hi, Lucas.

I'm Dr. Ripley.

We're gonna take you for a little ride, okay?

On my count, one, two, three.

Lucas, you mind if I just move this jacket a little bit

so I can take a look?

- It might take him a minute to warm up.

- Did he get overstimulated by all the Halloween costumes?

- Northbrook doesn't allow costumes at school.

Could I, uh, speak with one of you outside?

- Of course.

- Thanks, guys.

- Lucas--I don't even know what to call it.

He became extremely agitated

and tried running away from school.

Thank God he tripped.

Northbrook Academy is on a very busy road.

If he had run into the street,

I don't know what would have happened.

- Ms. Herrera, are you--

are you aware that you're bleeding?

- What?

It's just a small cut.

I didn't think it was that bad.

- What happened?

- Get away! Go away!

- Lucas, Lucas, I'm not gonna hurt you, okay?

I'm a doctor. I'm here to help you.

- No, you're-- you're not a doctor.

You're one of the bad people.

- The bad people?

- The monsters.

You're all monsters!

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- So the baby is measuring right where it should be.

One thing I did wanna mention is,

the nuchal translucency is on the high end of normal.

- Uh, what's the measurement?

- It's, uh, 3.0.

- An increase in the NT-- that can be a sign

of chromosomal and genetic abnormalities, right?

- Yes, but given that all of Hannah's bloodwork was normal,

I'm really not stressed about it.

- Oh, I'm glad you're not, but I am stressing.

What can we do for this?

- Um, nothing at the moment.

We can bring Hannah back in a few weeks

for an early anatomy scan.

- That's the game plan, watch and wait?

- I mean, that is what I would recommend for my own patients.

- I mean, I don't think it's necessary at this point,

but we could discuss doing an amniocentesis to--

- No, no. No. Sorry, no.

My non-invasive prenatal testing and genetic carrier

screenings were both normal, so.

- So what about the genetic issues that

don't show up on those tests?

Can you diagnose those conditions with an amnio?

- Yes.

- Yes, but it is also totally overkill at this moment.

- Totally.

- And it's not worth the risk. Trust me.

I'm--I'm an OB. - Okay. All right.

All right.

You just can't always use the

"trust me, I'm an OB, I know best" card.

- Okay, well, then how about the,

"It's my body and I'm not doing it" card.

That okay?

- Cool, cool, cool.

Well, I think that's everything.

Do either of you guys have any other questions for me?

- No, but thank you, Dr. Lovell.

- So why do you think Lucas attacked you with scissors?

- He didn't attack me.

- Well, then how would you characterize what happened?

- He was terrified, trying to protect himself.

- Right. Terrified of?

- Me. - Yeah.

Any history of mental illness that you know about?

- No.

Not to my knowledge, at least. - Okay.

No recent injuries or any kind of health issues?

- Lately, Lucas has

just been a bit more subdued,

down in the dumps, like not quite himself.

- Interesting.

And how long ago did you start to notice that?

- A few days ago.

We have parent-teacher conferences on Friday.

I was gonna check in with his foster parents then.

- Oh.

How long has Lucas been in foster care?

- Since he was six.

He's been with his current foster parents, Tim and Lisa,

for about a year, I think.

I've been reaching out to them,

but it just keeps going to voicemail.

- And does he seem pretty happy with them, do you think?

- It's hard to say.

I mean, Lucas is one of those kids who

rarely complains about anything.

So even if he wasn't happy, I'm not sure he'd tell me.

- Okay. You know what?

It's good to know.

Thank you, Ms. Herrera.

This has all been really helpful.

- Of course. Of course.

Lucas is just such a sweet boy.

I really hate to see him like this.

- We are gonna get to the bottom of this, I promise you.

- Thank you.

- Mitch,

how's he doing?

- Still pretty freaked out.

What do you think's going on?

Early-onset schizophrenia?

- That'd be very early and just highly unusual.

Didn't really align with the presentation.

Teacher just told me that he hasn't really been himself

the last few days.

I'm just wondering-- I don't know--

if there's a trigger in there somewhere.

- I, uh, I did see in his chart

that he's in foster care.

- Yeah. She just told me.

I'd let him chill out for a bit, and then just--

I don't know-- go back in and see if

I can get him to talk to me.

Okay? - Yeah.

- Jeez. Another body.

Oh, that room's giving me the heebie jeebies.

I think there's a spirit of the deceased hanging out in there.

- Okay, I'll bite.

Why would anybody hang around

Treatment 5 longer than they have to?

- They're looking to take more spirits with them, obviously.

The last three patients we put in there have died.

- No, that's not-- - Mm-hmm.

- Oh, actually, yeah, you're right.

- Yeah.

My gut says it's the spirit of Mr. Crowley,

you know, that elderly gentleman who said I looked

like a young Goldie Hawn?

And then he died of MI.

- Didn't he have cataracts in both eyes?

- Okay, that's beside the point, Dr. Archer.

- Need some help over here.

- Trauma 3 is open.

What's going on?

- This is my roommate, Jenny Roselle.

Her period's been really bad, and she hasn't left

our dorm room in two days.

I went to go check on her after my Intro to Econ class

this morning, and she was burning up.

I called my dad, who's a doctor.

He's a dermatologist, but he knows the basic stuff,

and he said that I should call campus health.

But Jenny kept saying no and that she was fine.

And she wouldn't let me call.

- You did the right thing bringing her in.

We're gonna help you into the bed, okay, Jenny?

- Here, let me give you my number.

I'll get it from you, Amy.

Let's give the doctor some room.

- Bye, Jenny. Feel better.

- Temp's 102.3.

- She's tachycardic. Heart rate's 143. BP 80/45.

- I'm gonna palpate your abdomen, Jenny.

Let me know if anything feels tender.

- [whimpers]

- Her uterus is enlarged.

Ultrasound.

Let's give 4 of morphine and hang a liter of saline.

[machines beeping]

Her endometrial lining is thickened,

and I'm seeing pockets that could be air.

- Endometritis?

- Or pelvic inflammatory disease.

Let's order a sepsis panel and an hCG test.

In the meantime, start Zosyn IV and loop in Dr. Asher.

We're gonna get you feeling better, Jenny.

- You want some jam and butter on your toast?

Maybe just some butter, huh?

Oh. Oh.

Okay.

Never mind.

You know, I went to see Isaiah

in his preschool recital on Tuesday.

And you gotta see the little three-piece suit

that Tara had him in.

You know, I think I have a picture for you.

Let's see.

It was so ridiculous but so stinking cute.

[laughs]

Look at this.

Isn't he something?

- Ooh, who is that handsome little guy?

- Hey, Tamika.

- He looks like a mini you, Bert.

- This is our grandson, Isaiah.

- Oh, my.

He is a cutie pie.

- Yeah. And believe me, he knows it.

Uses it to get anything he wants out of his mother.

- [chuckles]

How are we doing today, Bert?

- Fine.

- Who's your grandson dressing up as?

- Uh, you know, one of those superheroes

all of his little friends have obsessed on.

I--I can't remember the name.

Oh.

You don't wanna spill. - Don't touch that!

- I just wanted to... - It's all right, Bert.

- Move it out of the way

so you won't spill it.

Bert.

- You can just leave that on the table.

- Come on. Let's leave this on the table.

Give me the plate, okay?

- I don't want you here!

- You think I wanna be?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Morning, Sharon.

- Hey.

I know I look a mess.

- No, no.

You look--you look fine. You okay?

- Any dementia in your family?

- Yeah.

My uncle Paul, my mother's brother.

- Do you remember the anger phase?

- Oh, he would rage at my poor mother

using all sorts of very strong language

we didn't even think he knew.

- You won't ever hear me call my ex-husband a saint.

But one thing he never did--

not once

during the entirety of our marriage

did he raise his voice at me.

No, when Bert got mad, he got softer, not louder.

I can count on one hand the number

of times he raised his voice.

And they've all happened since his diagnosis,

including this morning.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- And you know, that's not even why I'm upset.

I'm just really mad at myself because...

I--I lost it.

I yelled back at him.

- Sharon, listen to me.

You are navigating highly stressful, uncharted waters

with someone who you really did not see yourself

going through this with.

- Yeah, but it's Bert going through it.

- Yes.

And you're going through it too.

- Let me get myself together.

- Okay.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- She definitely has endometritis,

high white count, elevated procalcitonin and lactate.

And her roommate said she's having a bad period.

- Mm, but her pregnancy test is positive.

- And I didn't see an embryo on her ultrasound.

- Yeah, her thickened uterine lining

is likely from retained product.

She's having a miscarriage.

♪ ♪

- Lucas, how you feeling? - No, no! Please go away!

- Lucas, I'm not gonna hurt you.

- Get away!

- I-I promise I'm not gonna hurt you, buddy.

Hey, do you think you could describe to me

what it is that you're seeing that's making you so upset?

- Please don't hurt me.

Go away. Go away.

- Hey, you know what?

Ms. Herrera told me that you like to draw

and that you're actually pretty good at it.

Is that true?

- Go away. [breathing heavily]

- Okay, well, you know something I've learned

about drawing is that if I draw a picture

of something that I'm scared of,

it can make it quite a lot less scary for me.

Do you think that you might be able to draw a picture for me?

You can just use my iPad, draw it with your finger.

Think you might be able to do that for me?

Okay. Here you go. Don't look at me.

I'm just gonna hand it to you.

[soft apprehensive music]

♪ ♪

[whimpers]

- Wow.

Who is this?

- It's you.

♪ ♪

- The pregnancy hormone could take several weeks

to leave your body, which is why you still have

a positive pregnancy test.

Jenny, is there anyone you wanna call, maybe your parents?

- No.

Please, you can't tell my parents.

- Okay. I won't.

You're an adult, and I won't tell them or anyone else

without your permission.

- Am I in trouble?

- We just--we wanna get you feeling better, okay?

The reason you're sick is because your uterus

has retained parts of your placenta,

which has become infected.

You will need surgery to remove those.

- I need surgery? - Yes,

but it is a minor and very safe procedure.

In the meantime, I would like to collect vaginal cultures

so we can pinpoint the bacteria that's causing your infection.

Is that okay with you?

- Mm.

- Okay.

Okay, let me just grab a nurse to assist.

I'll be right back.

- Keep looking at the wall. Keep looking at the wall.

I'm just sliding over here.

Okay, now look.

You don't have to look at me.

And I promise I won't move any closer.

Lucas,

cross my heart, I'm not a monster.

But I absolutely believe that when you look at me,

that's what you see because I think that your brain

is playing a trick on you.

- A trick? - Yeah.

And I'm going to prove that to you right now

by taking a picture of myself.

Now I'm gonna show it to you.

Here--here comes the iPad.

That's okay.

- That's you? - Yeah.

Not a monster, right?

- No.

- Okay, Jenny, so you're gonna feel my hand on your thigh.

Okay. Speculum.

Thank you.

All right, now you're gonna feel a little pressure.

I know. I'm sorry.

I know that the infection makes it extra, extra tender,

so I will be gentle.

- Dr. Asher, are you ready for the swab?

Dr. Asher?

[tense music]

- Um, yeah. Sorry.

I just--culture swab, please.

♪ ♪

Okay.

Okay. I will be right back.

- Wait, wait. Where are you going?

- It's okay. I'll be right back, I promise.

♪ ♪

Jenny's pelvic exam revealed a second-degree perineal tear,

and I saw umbilical cord coming from her cervix.

I felt like something was off with her demeanor,

but I wasn't sure if she was in shock or hiding something.

- Do you know how far along she was?

- Based on the size of the tear and the cord,

I suspect close to full-term.

- So where's the baby now?

- And she won't tell you what she did with the baby?

- She won't even admit there was a baby.

- Well, if she delivered days ago

and left the newborn somewhere, it--

it could still be alive.

- And very much in need of medical attention.

- Okay. I don't see any way around it.

I have to report this to CPD.

We need to find that baby.

- Okay, so what do we do with Jenny in the interim?

Antibiotics alone won't clear up the infection,

and now she's refusing surgery.

- Well, we have to honor her wishes,

but if her condition worsens and she becomes incapacitated,

then the hospital should assume decision-making authority

over her medical care.

- Agreed. - Thank you.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

- What I'm thinking right now is that Lucas is suffering

from something called prosopometamorphopsia,

or PMO for short,

colloquially known as, believe it or not,

demon face syndrome.

- Yeah, well, that's certainly accurate.

- Very rare neurological disorder of visual perception.

- So this isn't a hallucination?

- Exactly.

It's a distortion, which is a very different thing.

Now, some people, it only occurs

with a real, live human being, right, not 2D imagery.

Sure enough, when I showed Lucas a picture of my face,

looked completely normal to him.

- So what triggers PMO?

- You know, we know so little about it,

but I would like to get him an MRI to rule out

the most serious known cause,

which is traumatic brain injury.

- You think something might have happened

at his foster home, an injury that wasn't reported?

- I sure hope not.

[metal clattering] - What the hell?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- How the hell did this happen?

- It's Mr. Crowley.

- Who?

- [whispering] The spirit haunting this room.

- And we're done here.

[spooky music]

- Hey. - Hi.

I'm on hold with insurance,

waiting to fight with them over my latest claim.

#prostheticproblems, am I right?

Your costume for tonight.

- Thank you very much.

- Hello? Hello? Hello?

Yes, I have my policy number.

It's on my insurance card.

Which is--

damn it.

It's at home.

Come on, baby, we gotta go right now.

- But you said I could have a snack.

- I know--

- I, uh, I can take her to the café while you run home.

- No, no. You're working.

- Doris will text me if I'm needed.

- And then what will you do with Emelia?

- I will set her up with a coloring book

in the doctor's lounge.

- Thanks, but she can have a snack at home.

- I'm hungry now.

- Emelia, we're going. Now.

No, no, don't put me back on hold.

I'm getting the card.

I'll see you tonight.

- Yeah.

- Oh, Daniel.

Hey. - What's up?

- I forgot to wish my dearest friend

a happy birthday this morning.

- You did?

Maybe your dearest friend ain't so unhappy you forgot.

- Well, Happy Halloween birthday anyway.

- Thank you.

- Did I see Howie and Franklin wandering around here earlier?

- You sure did.

Gifted me a pricey set of golf clubs.

Made me blow out a candle on a damn bran muffin.

- Well, it sounds like they want their old med school pal

to join them in retirement.

- They're so--so excited about it all, you know?

[whispering] I find it depressing.

- Yeah, but it could be your glorious third act.

I guess we have to ask ourselves what we wanna do

with the time we have left.

- I clearly have to change my thinking, you know.

Certainly don't wanna outlast my usefulness around here.

- Are you kidding?

We're the glue holding this thing together.

- Damn right we are.

You're damn right we are.

- And you're gonna figure it out, and so am I.

- I'm taking your word for it. - Okay.

- How's your day going?

- Uh, I had a rough morning with Bert.

- What happened?

- I'll tell you some other time.

- Do you wanna grab a coffee later?

- Yeah.

- Hey, uh, Lucas's foster parents

are waiting in your office.

- On my way right now. Thank you.

- Yeah.

- I'm sorry we couldn't get here sooner.

We were up visiting our eldest daughter in Milwaukee.

- Well, the good news is, no evidence of brain injury

or structural abnormalities of any kind on Lucas's scans.

- Oh, thank God.

- So then what's causing these distortions?

- I was kind of hoping that we could figure that out together.

His teacher said that he hasn't been--

I don't know-- himself recently?

- Yeah, he doesn't seem to be sleeping well.

He's--he's exhausted in the morning.

- And I think he's having some sensitivity to light.

He keeps squinting and covering his eyes,

saying his head hurts.

I just chalked it up to a growth spurt.

- It's so tough to tell with Lucas, you know,

if something's really wrong.

He's such a sweet kid. He doesn't wanna be a bother.

- You know, that could be a pediatric migraine.

And those are much less intense than the adult version

but absolutely can be caused by lack of sleep

and are a known trigger for PMO.

- Will the distortions go away?

- They will, and that can take anywhere

from a few hours to a few weeks.

But unfortunately, they're very likely to return,

which is why I'd like to refer you to a colleague of mine

who is a very skilled neuropsychiatrist.

And he can help you put together a treat--

what's--what's wrong?

- We'll certainly make the appointment,

but, um, well, we don't actually know

how much longer we're gonna be in Lucas's life.

- Yeah, we got a call from his caseworker, Sheila, last week.

His biological parents are trying to regain custody.

- We're gonna fight it.

We've started the process of filing for adoption.

- Okay.

You happen to know why Lucas

was put in foster care initially?

- Both of his parents are addicts.

- Yeah, they claim they're sober now,

that they're turning their lives around.

And maybe they are, but you know.

- Right. Right.

You think there's any chance that Lucas might know,

that he might be aware that his biological parents

are trying to get him back?

- No, no, he doesn't know anything.

We didn't wanna scare him unnecessarily.

- Okay, look, I'm gonna hit the books,

see if I can figure out a way to get Lucas

a bit of immediate relief.

- Okay. - That'd be great. Thanks.

- I didn't--I didn't deliver a baby.

- Jenny, Dr. Asher saw the umbilical cord,

which means you must have cut it.

Otherwise-- - No, I didn't.

Please, I just wanna leave.

- I know you wanna leave.

I know you're really scared right now, but the--

- Oh, my God. - What's happening?

[machine beeps]

- Let me take a look, okay?

- [gasps]

- What's going on? - She's starting to hemorrhage.

Okay, Jenny, listen to me.

If we don't operate now, you will bleed to death.

- I don't wanna die.

- Okay, then let us take you to surgery.

Okay? - Okay.

- Call the OR.

- Jenny, listen to me.

I know that you're afraid of getting in trouble,

but the best thing you can do right now is tell the truth.

Where's that baby? - I--

I buried her.

[tense music]

[sobbing] I'm sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

- He went into V-fib.

- Crowley's at it again.

- All right, charge to 120.

- Charged.

- Clear.

[suspenseful music]

- No pulse. Resuming compressions.

- Charge to 200, milligram of epi, please.

Clear.

- No pulse.

- Amiodarone, 300 milligrams.

Charge to 200.

- Charged. - Clear.

[beeping]

- Back to sinus rhythms.

- Okay?

No such thing as ghosts.

- What--what is that?

- What happened? - What is that?

- All right, all right. - What's going on?

- I don't know.

Hey, we lost power in here.

There.

- You can't tell me that wasn't something--

- A coincidence, all right?

- Ghosts.

- See, the green-tinted glasses help with light sensitivity.

So ophthalmology had a bunch of these lying around.

But it turns out they also help

reduce distortions

caused by PMO.

Open your eyes, pal.

Hey, there.

- You're not scary-looking anymore.

You look just like your picture.

- Just a little more handsome, right?

- Eh.

- [chuckles]

- You look like Tim and Lisa again.

- Oh, we are Tim and Lisa.

- Yeah.

- Honey, can I ask you something?

Are you having trouble sleeping?

- We won't get mad, okay?

Remember what we always tell you.

If you can't sleep or if you're having bad dreams,

you can always come wake us up. - Right.

- Lucas, I'm just curious.

I've been wondering if maybe you might have heard

Tim and Lisa talking to your caseworker, Sheila,

about possibly going back to live with your--

with your mom and dad?

- Baby, it's okay if you did. You can tell us.

- Yeah.

- I heard you crying, and I just

wanted to see what was wrong.

I know I'm supposed to knock on your door, but...

- But what?

- I didn't want to, 'cause that would be a mistake.

- A mistake?

Why would that be a mistake?

- 'Cause you're not supposed to bother people

when the door's closed.

- Who told you that?

Your--your mom and dad tell you that?

What else did they tell you was a mistake?

- I'm not supposed to talk about it.

- Lucas, look at me.

You are not gonna get in any trouble, buddy.

You are safe here.

Do you understand me?

- You won't tell them? - I swear.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Um...

Being too loud.

Not cleaning up my toys.

Sneaking food.

- And, um,

what would Mom and Dad do

if you made a mistake?

- They would scream really bad words at me.

They tie me to my bed.

They won't let me have anything to eat.

- Oh, baby.

- I don't wanna go back there.

Don't make me go back there.

- It's okay. - No.

- I wanna stay here.

- It's okay. All right.

- Hey, how'd it go? - Surgery went well.

We were able to remove the placenta and stop the bleeding.

- Good.

I wanted to let you know we located the baby.

- And?

- As we expected, she was deceased.

- Any signs indicating how the baby died?

- Stillborn.

ME believes she died in utero weeks ago.

- So what does that mean for Jenny, legally speaking?

- Legally, it doesn't take all charges off the table.

That's at the discretion of the ASA.

But it does remove the most serious one.

I'm gonna come by tomorrow to talk with her again--

that is, if she hasn't lawyered up by then.

Which, honestly, Hannah, I would advise her to do.

- Okay.

Hey.

Oh, your throat can be a little sore from the tube.

- Did--did they find her?

- Yeah.

- I didn't know what to do.

When--when she came out, she wasn't--

there was no sound.

- Okay, Jenny, I just want you to rest, okay?

- I tried.

I know CPR.

I took a class, and I tried, but--but she wasn't breathing.

And I--I just--

- She was stillborn, Jenny.

[somber music]

She had already died in your uterus weeks earlier.

- But if I called 911,

they could have shocked her heart.

They could have-- - No, no, no.

There's nothing you could have done.

Nothing.

Can I ask...

why didn't you ever go see a doctor

to discuss your options?

- I didn't know I was pregnant.

I mean, not--not for sure.

I never took a pregnancy test.

- Why not?

- Because that would have made it real.

♪ ♪

- You talk to DCFS?

- I did.

Reunification with Lucas's bio parents

is being put on hold pending a thorough investigation,

and if that goes the way I think it will,

kid's gonna have himself a nice new set of parents.

- Come on.

You're a real-life superhero. You banished the monsters.

- Sure did.

Eight years too late.

- [sighs]

- Hey.

Thought your shift was over hours ago.

- It was.

- What are you still doing here?

- I didn't feel like going home yet.

- Yeah?

One of those days, huh?

Wanna talk about it?

- I don't. Thanks. - All right.

Do you wanna come by and help me pass out candy?

- You pass out candy?

- As opposed to what, bobbing for apples?

- Turning off all the lights and pretending no one's home.

- Yeah.

And miss my yearly opportunity to eat my weight

in miniature Snickers? No way.

- Okay, well, Snickers, fine.

I'm in.

I've just--I've been super craving chocolate lately.

- Must be having a girl if you're craving sweets.

- Yeah, that's just an old wives' tale.

- Oh.

So what do you think you're having?

- No clue. - Really?

You don't have, like, a sixth sense or anything like that?

My gosh. Leanne was positive.

She knew we were having a boy by week six.

- Yeah, I really just haven't thought too much about it.

- Oh.

[soft tense music]

- What's "oh"?

- Just find that interesting, that's all.

It's just-- - Why are you analyzing me?

- Oh, Hannah, I'm not analyzing you.

- Yes, you are.

Look, if you wanna find out the sex so bad,

go ahead and do it.

We don't need to make every decision together.

- Oh, please. I-- - Look, I'm just gonna go home.

I feel like we could use a little space.

♪ ♪

- Will you share some of your candy with me?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- The lights are really nice.

- I like your costume.

Wanna come with us? - Can, I Mom?

- Oh, don't you wanna stay with us, honey?

- I wanna go with them. Please.

- Uh, okay, but you need to stay

where I can see you at all times.

If you can't see me, you've gone too far.

- Okay.

- Come on.

- Not too fast, Emelia. Slow down.

- She'll be fine.

- I'm not exactly running yet, and Emelia moves fast.

- Yeah, well, I got eyes on her.

- I have to see her.

- You don't trust me?

- No, I don't trust me.

[soft music]

I swear, I wasn't always such a helicopter parent.

Then my daughter fell down a literal well, and now...

I never wanna let her out of my sight.

I'm afraid if I look away for even a second,

the ground will swallow her up again.

That's what it looked like when she fell.

I couldn't see the well at first.

It was too dark.

It looked like the Earth

just suddenly swallowed her whole.

- I can't imagine anything more terrifying.

And obviously, this relieves only at most 0.0001%

of the crushing responsibility you must feel at all times.

But just so you know, whenever I'm around,

I got eyes on her too.

I'm not gonna let anything happen to her.

- I know.

I know you won't.

♪ ♪

Where is she, though?

- She's right there.

- [sighs] Thank goodness.

- Come on.

- Hey, Kip, I'm sorry, but I'm just not gonna make it tonight.

It's been a long day, and I'm beat,

so tell Gemma that I'm looking forward

to meeting her another time, okay?

- Tell her yourself.

- What are you doing here?

- I knew you'd bail, so I came here to personally escort you.

- Kip, you can't-- - No, no.

No Kip anything, okay? You're coming.

Caty, I am in love.

For the first time in my life, I am buying paper towels

and toilet paper in bulk.

That's Gemma's doing.

I'm thinking and planning ahead

because I actually see a future with this woman.

- You do seem different.

Grown-up job, grown-up relationship.

- Mm-hmm. That's the Gemma effect.

And I suppose figuring out that I'm not hurtling

towards a early death doesn't hurt either.

Although I see that it's had the opposite effect on you?

I mean, having one-night stands with the QuickEats guy?

It's not really your style.

- Yeah, well, you don't really know anything about my style.

- I think that we both know each other better

than we'd like to admit.

- I'm really happy for you.

- Then rally and come to the bar for an hour.

- Fine. All right.

Let's go to the bar and meet your future first wife.

And if you do want Mom's ring to propose--

- Forget about that.

I think that was a tad premature.

I don't wanna creep Gemma out by proposing two months in.

- True.

You should let your action figure collection

do that for you. - Mm-hmm.

Besides, uh, you should keep the ring

for when you get married.

It's what Mom would have wanted.

- Thank you, Anna Banana.

You are such a lifesaver.

I just feel so much better

having somebody in the house, you know?

Everything in the fridge is yours,

except, of course, my moo goo gai pan.

That's right, baby. No moo goo for you goo.

All right. - [laughing]

- I'll call you from Miami.

Love you.

- Have fun at that conference.

- Oh, I can't wait.

[phone chimes]

- Oh, wait. Hold on.

It's a call from Bert's facility.

This is Sharon Goodwin.

[somber music]

Tamika?

What?

Is he okay?

Well, did you call the paramedics?

All right. I'm on my way.

I'll see you shortly. - What happened?

- Uh, I don't exactly know.

Bert had a fall.

I gotta go. - Should I come?

It sounds serious. - Oh, no. Your flight.

Daniel, please don't change your plans.

Let me see what's going on, and I'll keep you posted.

- Okay. - Yeah.

- You promise? - I promise.

- I heard him fall.

I don't know if he tripped over something.

- Did he hit his head? - I think so.

There's a gash in the back.

- And he was already unconscious

when you got to him?

- No, no, he was still opening his eyes at first,

and then he stopped.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]