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Previously on Wild Cards...

Vivienne?

Where have you been for the past 15 years?

On the run from Gedeon Varga.

So, Jessica, she seems great.

Honestly, more than anything, it’s just been really...

easy.

Who are you?

Tomo Hayashi, Varga’s right hand.

You are done with all the crime, right?

Oh, yeah.

You were going to steal us a diamond.

I’ve been here all day.

-Please calm down. - I’m in pain.

I need to see a doctor. Why is it taking so long?!

Sir, I need you to calm down

or I am going to have to call security.

How are things looking?

Labs for the wife in exam five.

Yeah. That’s definitely gonna ruin someone’s day.

Yup

Twenty says the intern faints before lunch.

Uh, Dr. Schaffer,

the recommendation letters are due at 5:00--

Yeah, yours are done.

But what does that mean?

It means I wouldn’t get your hopes up.

Hey, we need to talk now.

Okay, look, I know you’re upset. Let’s talk later.

No, no. I said now.

The nurse said that my wife’s results are coming up.

- What gives? - Let’s talk in private.

This is gonna have to wait.

Dr. Miller to pediatrics,

Dr. Miller to pediatrics.

That’s total crap.

You did the test wrong. Do it again!

Dr. Schaffer, emergency trauma incoming.

What do we got?

40-year-old female, Kara Blake, T-boned by a pickup.

Kara Blake, can you hear me?

- Number 3, number 3. - She can’t seem to get a line.

On my count.

Three, two, one, lift.

BP is dropping.

I thought your shift is over.

You need an anesthesiologist

and Dr. Miller is stuck in the O.R.

Intern! Stop taking notes.

Prep for intubation.

I need to see a doctor.

Why is it taking so long?

How much longer is this gonna take?

Sir? Sir.

My arm’s broken.

I’ve been in that waiting room for eight hours!

We have patients in critical condition.

I’m sure we can get you a painkiller.

I need more than damn meds!

Someone has to fix my friggin’ arm!

Lock him in the patient room!

Trauma 1 just arrested.

She might be hyperkalemic. Push epi four.

Start compressions and follow with the calcium gluconate.

Okay. She’s back.

Okay, we got a pulse.

She’s back.

She’s back.

Kara Blake, you’re gonna be okay.

Easiest 20 I’ll make all week.

Morning, Ricky.

Where’d you go?

- Work. - Oh, good.

Good?

I just mean, lately, things around here

have been quite stressful, and we still don’t have

a working plan to steal the diamond.

Ricky needs some peace

and quiet to think.

Uh oh.

Third-person Ricky isn’t good.

Oh. Hold on.

- Hey, Dad. - Hey.

- Where are you? - On my way to work.

- Why? What’s up? - I’m on my way

to your place.

Oh. Dad, can you just hold on?

Hey, Mom.

Good morning, sweetheart. Where are you?

On my way to work.

Oh, good. Well, I will drop these

beignets by your place, then.

Oh, no, you don’t have to do that.

I’m- I’m off sugar for the week.

Oh, please.

You’re probably eating a donut right now.

Mom, hold on. Okay?

Dad. Sorry.

Oh, your phone must have lost signal.

Should I grab donuts, croissants, or the old favorite,

- egg tarts? - For what?

For my parole officer. I’m meeting him at your place,

remember?

He thinks I’m living with you, not at the Ritz.

Damn it.

Is that a problem?

Dad, hold on.

- Ricky-- - How long were you

going to leave me hanging?

Okay, Ricky, how committed are you to this day of silence?

I don’t like where this is going.

Hold on.

Mom?

Damn it. Lost her.

Hello?

Wow. Your phone is really acting up today.

Anyway, I decided to go with egg tarts.

Dad, how about you just call Mom?

You haven’t even sat down and spoken with her.

Max, she lied to us.

I know, but she’s your wife.

So how about you just take her out?

Preferably somewhere far away from my place.

Hold on.

Ricky?

I swear, if one person crosses the threshold of our abode,

Ricky is going to lose it.

Learn to drive!

Ricky does not need your negative energy right now.

Okay, well, third person Ricky can kiss my a--

Hey. Good morning.

Is everything okay?

Max is fine!

It’s just been a stressful morning.

What happened?

Things at home are a little hectic now that my dad’s out.

And Ricky’s, well, being Ricky.

Just a new normal to get used to.

Whatever.

Sorry.

How are you?

Good. Yeah, I slept great last night.

And then this morning,

Jess and I just kind of sat in silence

and watched the sunrise. It was beautiful.

I mean, I’m fine. The usual, you know?

Go, go, go.

Good morning, Olive.

I thought you hated hospitals.

I do, but I also have to go where they tell me.

Do you?

I do. It’s called a job.

Okay.

Detectives, I’m Ray. Security.

Come with me.

In here.

Looks like someone didn’t like his bedside manner.

I’m guessing we don’t need a second opinion on this one.

Multiple stab wounds to the chest.

I count at least 15.

At first glance, some deep, some superficial.

With that many stab wounds, this was personal.

Emotional.

Whoever went after this doctor must have been angry.

lly angry.

Any defensive wounds?

None that I can see.

But I’ll do a more thorough check at the morgue.

This guy looks at least six feet tall.

It’s strange he wouldn’t have fought back.

Room’s clean.

No sign of a struggle.

I don’t get it. Why would you just

stand there as somebody goes stabby-stabby

on you 15 times?

This guy was the Chief of Emergency Medicine.

What the hell was he doing in some storage closet

in the middle of his shift?

For peace and quiet.

A lot of our staff use that room to get a real break.

That’s why we put the cot in.

Were you close with Dr. Schaffer?

As close as you could be to a man like that.

What do you mean?

Dr. Schaffer ran the ER like a battlefield.

Fast. Efficient. No margin for error.

If you couldn’t keep up, you didn’t have a place here.

Was anybody else there when you found the body?

I was making rounds with another nurse.

I told her to go for help, and I checked his pulse...

and he was already dead.

We’ll need to confirm that with her.

Hey. It’s okay.

It helps with my stress.

Maybe I need one of those.

Can you think of anyone

who might have wanted to harm Dr. Schaffer?

There was one thing this morning.

Dr. Schaffer got into a physical altercation

with a male patient.

Security had to isolate the guy.

Where is he right now?

He’s gone.

I locked him in here, but when I checked on him later

the door was unlocked.

I assumed Dr. Schaffer must have let him out

so I went back to work.

Do you think he was violent enough to kill Dr. Schaffer?

That’s why we locked him up.

All right.

We’re gonna need you to take a look at the CCTV footage.

Code silver, second floor, East wing.

All officers to med storage two.

We’ve got a hostage situation.

... east wing. All officers...

Give me something for the pain!

Don’t come any closer!

I’m Detective Ellis.

Okay, let’s just take a breath here.

What’s your name?

Darren.

Okay, Darren.

What do you need?

I need someone to make the pain go away!

Okay. Okay. We can make that happen, right?

I’m gonna need you to let her go first.

People have been saying they’re going to help me all day,

but no one does!

Is that a bedpan?

Don’t worry, it’s clean.

Maybe not.

Is, uh, is Max here today?

Uh, she’s out fighting crime as usual,

helping to keep me on the straight and narrow.

Oh, I know you’re joking, but the support of family

really is so important to any newly released parolee.

Gentlemen, I present

my Java the Nut Blend.

A whisper of hazelnut from a galaxy far, far away.

- Thanks, Ricky. - Mhm.

Oh, it smells delicious.

Mm.

I’ll leave you two to talk.

Thanks.

Mhm.

Want to sit down?

So, George, tell me, how’s the job going?

The job?

Foam Baby, Foam?

Oh, that.

Yes. Uh, I didn’t land that car wash gig.

I got something much better lined up.

Tell me more.

Well, next week I start volunteering

at Hemsworth Prison.

It’s a counselling program for inmates.

Now, I know it doesn’t pay, but--

It’s wonderful!

George, I’m proud of you.

Well, I just figured it was time to start giving back.

When can I get some meds?

They’re on the way.

- What is that? - Stress ball.

Did Nurse Gail give that to you?

Yes. So, Darren--

I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt her.

I just wanted some painkillers.

Okay. Tell us about your injury.

I fell off a high ladder a few days ago.

The pain in my shoulder has gotten so bad, I can’t work,

and I barely sleep.

At this point, I’d do anything to make it go away.

Does that include murdering Dr. Schaffer?

What?

No, I- I didn’t kill anyone.

If I did, I’d be pretty stupid to stick around the hospital,

wouldn’t I?

It’s Olive. She’s got something.

Okay, how about I go speak to her

and you finish up with Darren?

Sounds good.

All right.

How did you get out of this locked room

that the security guard put you in?

I heard a click.

Went to the door and it was open, so I left.

It can be hard readjusting to life on the outside.

I mean, you spend so much time dreaming about getting out,

getting back to your old life.

But by the time you’re released, your old life is gone.

You’ve done this before.

For more than 20 years.

You are not alone, George.

Don’t think of me just as your parole officer.

Think of me as your friend.

As someone who wants you to succeed.

Oh, thanks, Howard, I appreciate that.

And it’s okay to have mixed feelings about the very thing

you’ve been dreaming of, now that it’s actually here.

It is okay not to be okay.

Well, thanks, Howard, but I really am okay.

Oh, I’m glad to hear it.

Can you stay for breakfast?

Ah, I’m afraid not. Mm. Duty calls.

I’ll just show myself out.

Oh, um,

tell Max I’m sorry I missed her.

And thank Ricky for the coffee.

I will.

I thought he’d never leave.

I kind of like the guy. I feel like we’re connecting.

So, how are you coming along with the plans?

I’m trying to make progress.

Because Howard likes to drop by unannounced,

I’m keeping them in here.

- Mm. Smart. - Mhm.

Now skedaddle. I have work to do.

And you know my process.

Yes, I do.

And I don’t need to be here for that.

See the incisions?

What about it?

The direction of the wound track, combined with

the external features of the entry points,

gave me the angle of attack.

Damn it, Jim, just give it to me straight.

Bones? Dr. McCoy? Star Trek?

I don’t like science fiction.

Okay, whatever. What does all this mean?

It means that your killer is right-handed.

Darren, are you right-handed?

Yeah. Why?

What are you doing?

Our killer is right-handed.

He can’t lift his right arm.

Which means the killer is still out there.

Yes, he was tough, but he pushed us to be our best.

Ugh. My old trainer always used to say that.

Man, I hated that guy.

Dr. Schaffer wasn’t here to make friends.

He was here to save lives.

When was the last time you saw him?

Uh, I was just clocking off

when an emergency trauma patient came in.

The anesthesiologist who was supposed to relieve me

was stuck in the O.R., so I stepped in to lend a hand.

Okay. And then you went home afterwards?

Uh, for just under an hour of sleep.

I’m on call, so here I am again.

Is someone targeting doctors?

I mean, is that what this is?

Patients are getting violent and more angry.

We’ve placed a few more officers in the hospital.

Dr. Devereaux, you’re needed in O.R. 2.

I’m sorry. I have to get to surgery.

Of course.

Well, it looks like people had a real love-hate relationship

with Dr. Schaffer.

We’re looking for someone with a hate-hate relationship.

And why kill him today?

I think we need to reconstruct Dr. Schaffer’s final hours.

Let’s start with his last patient.

Kara Blake.

This is my wife. I’m Shonna Blake.

I’m Detective Ellis, this is Max Mitchell, my partner.

How is she doing?

They said she should make a full recovery.

That’s great.

What time did you get to the hospital today?

I just got here a few hours ago.

She was already in surgery.

Is this about Dr. Schaffer?

It is, yes.

When was the last time you saw him?

I never got to meet him.

I got the call Kara had been admitted,

and I rushed over as soon as I could.

Today was like any other.

She was on her way to court.

Kara is a defense lawyer.

And then out of the blue...

Hey.

She’s gonna be okay.

Thanks to Dr. Schaffer.

He saved my wife’s life.

And now he’s been murdered?

Sometimes this world just doesn’t make any sense.

You got a boo-boo on your head.

It’s been a stressful day.

Tell me about it.

We heard you fainted.

I suppose a layman could say I "fainted".

Technically, it was a vasovagal syncope

secondary to empathic overidentification.

Isn’t that fainting?

Whatever. It won’t happen again.

I just need to get through my final rotation.

Are you done with that report yet?

Almost.

Well, snap to it, intern.

The name’s-

The name’s Delgado.

Sorry. Uh, they make the interns

write up all the patient reports, so.

When was the last time you saw Dr. Schaffer?

Um...

let me check.

There was a trauma patient, and then apparently I was...

with a patient.

He actually fainted.

The doctor had to wake him up with smelling salts.

Fainted twice in one shift?

I wonder what the record is.

And Dr. Schaffer was here the whole time?

Yes.

Did you notice anything off about the doctor,

or any exchanges that he had with anyone else?

To be honest, he didn’t have the best bedside manner.

How so?

It’s like his mind was somewhere else.

But I wouldn’t be sitting here talking to you without him.

The extraction was flawless.

The extraction?

Uh, I was...

basting a turkey when I slipped.

I was in between outfits at the time, so

Yates is gonna love this story.

Okay. Tell me more.

Detectives?

We found something on the CCTV you need to see.

Okay.

Okay. I’ll be back to hear the rest.

No, she won’t.

Oh. They don’t look happy, especially the husband.

She’s practically running to catch up.

They were upset about the test results

Dr. Schaffer gave them.

Look at the time stamp.

An hour before Dr. Schaffer was murdered.

After the couple left, they hit the staff parking garage.

Look at this.

That’s a knife.

That’s Dr. Schaffer’s motorcycle.

And he’s right-handed.

So we got an angry patient who threatened our victim,

and he’s got a knife.

If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck.

Okay, Cheese and Quackers, into the pipe we go.

Yes.

Okay...

Did I come at the wrong time?

Au contraire, Vivienne.

I’m working on getting us out of the mess

that you dumped on our happy doorstep.

Ooh.

Ah! Hands off Quackie Chan.

You picked the lock again?

Ah, well, old habits die hard.

Why are you here?

I just wanted to drop in and check on your progress,

and drop these off.

So, how are the plans coming?

They’re coming along.

Can I see what you’ve got so far?

I’d rather wait and update the whole team.

Mhm. You still don’t trust me.

Do you blame me?

Fine. Oh, as long as I’m here,

I think I might have lost something.

Hmm. Apart from your family and my money?

A very valuable ring.

I’ll let you know if it turns up.

Oh, it’s a very special ring.

You see, I found this gorgeous scarab ring

in the Sydney Museum that I absolutely had to have.

The trouble is, it was locked in a case with pressure alarms.

One step too close,

and all of Darling Harbour would have heard it.

So I released three dozen wind-up toy kangaroos at once.

Chaos.

Shrieking tourists,

guards chasing after plastic marsupials.

I scooped up that ring,

and before they knew it was missing,

I was halfway to Tangier, humming La Vie en Rose .

Wow.

That’s an earful.

Have at it.

Do you mind, uh, covering up?

I work better, unencumbered. I call it my big duck energy.

Mm.

Fine.

We have CCTV footage

of you slashing Dr. Schaffer’s tires.

He was defending my honor.

Isn’t that right, honeybunch?

That’s right, sugar pie.

Okay, so you slash the tires for love.

Is that it?

Schaffer implied one of us was stepping out on our marriage.

That was the diagnosis?

- Infidelity? - No.

He said I had...

Oh. I got it.

The...

Yes. And it’s totally not true.

Schaffer made a completely wrong diagnosis.

Okay, so then you left the hospital

against medical advice, is that right?

We were mad. We wanted a second opinion.

So mad you walked back in the hospital

and killed Dr. Schaffer?

Because he didn’t answer your calls?

What? I didn’t call.

We didn’t kill anybody.

You have motive.

And we have footage of you in the hospital parking garage

around the same time as Dr. Schaffer’s death.

We can prove we didn’t do it.

How?

Ask the bartender at Dominic’s.

We were there until the police picked us up.

She’s lying.

About what? The murder?

The infidelity.

She’s the one stepping out, not her husband.

How do you know that?

Her nervous tic.

The way she was twisting her wedding ring.

I bet she was the one calling the doctor

behind her husband’s back for the prescription.

Okay, let’s start with their alibi.

Olive wants to see you in the morgue.

Okay. You call the bar and I’ll go talk to Olive. Yeah?

Okay.

The puncture marks on his clothes

all line up with the stab wounds.

The blood seeped through his scrubs and his lab coat

almost everywhere except for right there,

his breast pocket.

There’s no bloodstains.

Why?

Not sure why.

Maybe his coat fell open during the murder.

But I called because I found something else.

Is that an injection mark?

I didn’t notice it at the scene

because I was focused on the multiple stab wounds,

which may have been the killer’s agenda,

because the toxicology report showed a high dose

of hospital grade propofol in his system.

Propofol? What’s that?

It’s a drug used to sedate patients for surgery.

So if I lured him into a room and jabbed him with propofol,

would that incapacitate him fast enough that I could

stab him to death before he attacked me?

Absolutely. It works fast.

Less than 60 seconds.

Okay, well, that would certainly account

for the lack of defensive wounds.

He couldn’t defend himself.

Hospital grade drugs are locked up.

To access the propofol,

you’d need to be a medical professional.

Which means Schaffer was murdered

by someone working in the hospital.

So the bartender confirmed our Love Island couple

was there all afternoon getting sloshed.

So not our killers.

Olive says that Dr. Schaffer was

dosed with propofol before he was stabbed.

And we know he went into a private room

with the killer and closed the door.

So it had to be someone he trusted.

Well, clearly he wasn’t expecting a shiv to the sternum.

If the propofol is hospital grade,

go back and check and see if they’re missing any.

Follow the drugs, find the killer.

Is that my stress ball?

It was a stressful day. Sorry.

Oh, I need this stuff on an IV drip.

So you were saying all the drugs are locked up

in a pharmacy cabinet?

Yes. And everything is logged.

Employee codes, patient name, dosage.

And only nurses and anesthesiologists

can unlock it.

So if a doctor needs something, they go through a nurse.

This is everything from today.

I will have a proper audit run,

but it may take some time.

And I need permission from Dr. Keaton.

Now that Dr. Schaffer’s gone,

Dr. Keaton is the new Chief of the ER.

Interesting.

What was his relationship like with Dr. Schaffer?

Less than ideal.

They were really at each other’s throats this morning.

- What about? - Who knows?

You know, I didn’t mention it earlier because,

well, they were always at it.

They’re like a couple of Chihuahuas,

yapping over who’s bigger.

Sorry, Gail. You’re needed in Bay 3.

Okay. Excuse me.

Well, let’s see if Dr. Keaton’s bite

is worse than his bark.

This would go a whole lot faster if you’d help.

Oh, don’t forget to look under the couch.

Or...

you could call it a day and tell me why you’re here.

I told you.

I am here looking for my scarab ring,

which is one of a kind and very important to me.

Mhm. Heart wrenching.

Is this it?

You found it? Where was it?

It was in your jacket pocket. Where it’s been this whole time.

What? Well, that’s crazy. It must have fallen off.

Cut the performance, Vivienne. You lied about the ring.

Tell me why you’re really here.

Schaffer was a liar.

I sank 50 grand into a medical startup that he pitched.

I lost 49.

This morning, I find out that the bastard didn’t even invest

any of his own money. He was screwing with me.

The nurse will be by with your release papers.

Wow, that’s a lot of money.

I know what you’re getting at.

We fought all the time.

The guy was a prick, but I didn’t kill him.

Well, you’re probably happy

you don’t have to play second fiddle anymore,

now that you’re ER Chief.

I don’t want his job, if that’s what you’re inferring.

I got a better offer somewhere else.

I’ll be out of here at the end of the month.

Schaffer was a jerk, okay,

but I respected him.

You don’t save as many lives as he did

without ruffling a few feathers.

Now, if there’s nothing else, I’ve got a job to do.

All these doctors could learn a thing or two

about bedside manner.

Do you remember what you told me about Schaffer’s labcoat?

How there was no blood on the breast pocket?

Well, what if there was something inside the pocket

stopping the blood from seeping out?

Nothing was found in his pockets.

I know, but what if it was taken out after he died,

before we got there?

Let’s go back to the person who found the body.

Can you open your locker for us, Gail?

Why?

This is a waste of time.

Look, you can do it, or we can get security to do it.

It’s up to you.

Oh, no need for security.

Wait. Okay. You can’t do that.

She cannot do that.

It’s never stopped her before.

What are you looking for?

We’re looking for this.

So.

This is why you killed him?

No.

He told me not to get my hopes up.

When did he say that?

This morning.

You applied for another job in the hospital?

I love the ER, but...

I’m just done.

Sooner or later, everyone gets burnout.

I just want more time with my husband and my kids.

Did you want the job bad enough that you’d kill?

No!

I swear.

I mean, I wouldn’t blame you.

Dr. Schaffer is a hard ass and full of himself.

Certainly seems like the kind of guy who would try

and block your promotion just to be spiteful.

That’s why you decided to kill him.

So that he wouldn’t not recommend you--

I did not kill Dr. Schaffer.

Yeah, I thought that he was going to give me

a bad performance review.

So when I found his body and I saw the letter, I took it.

I was going to rip it up.

Then you read it.

Yeah.

"I am reluctant to recommend Gail Holloway to the position

"of Health Administrator.

"Not because she lacks ability,

"but because I don’t want to lose her."

"In the first week we worked together,

"Gail had to re-home her father

"because of his rapidly progressing Alzheimer’s.

"It was an extremely difficult personal situation,

"but she never let anything get in the way

"of the care she gave to her patients.

For the last 10 years, she’s managed the emergency room

"and me with the same dedication, patience and grace.

"Even though I’ll hate to lose Gail,

"you’ll be lucky to have her."

I was going to copy that

onto a clean sheet of paper and present it to the Board.

You tampered with a crime scene, Gail.

It’s very serious.

Yes, I know it’s wrong, and I am sorry.

I can’t believe that he remembered

all that stuff about my father.

That was 10 years ago.

You know, none of us ever thought that Schaffer

gave a damn about our lives outside of work.

It turns out that he had my back the whole time.

And now I’m never going to get to thank him.

That is one sad, scared lady.

She should be scared.

She corrupted a crime scene, and she lied to us about it.

That’s true.

But do you actually think she killed him?

No, I don’t.

Hospital just called.

Nurses finished their drug audit.

Okay. Any issues?

You could say that.

There’s a vial of propofol missing.

Oh. Paging us, again.

You do realize we’re talking life or death

because of what you did.

We’re all in Gedeon Varga’s crosshairs.

You think I don’t know that?

Just tell me the truth. Why the ring gag?

Was it some kind of test?

I- I wanted something to break the ice.

The truth is, while I know George and I know Max,

you are an unknown variable to me.

And in this game, I don’t like unknown variables.

Especially not in my own family.

Your family?

You haven’t been around for the last 15 years.

Hell, you haven’t even been alive.

Everything I’ve done,

whether you approve of it or not,

has been for my husband and daughter.

You have to know that.

All I know is what your death did to both Max and George.

They were devastated.

And I was the one who stayed with them,

holding things together, keeping them in the game.

Not to mention cooking and cleaning and

making coffee that reduces grown men to tears.

You want to talk unknown variables.

Honey, take a look in the mirror.

How does an entire vial of propofol

just go unaccounted for?

Doesn’t it take a nurse

or anesthesiologist to access drugs?

Yes, but in critical cases,

we don’t have time to send someone

to requisition a drug from the pharmacy.

That’s when the mobile drug carts,

like that one, come into play.

Aren’t those things locked?

Yeah, always.

But in emergency procedures, I mean, seconds matter,

so we keep it unlocked for easy access.

So anyone could just grab whatever vial they wanted

from the medical cart then?

I suppose it’s possible.

I mean, all of our attention is on the patient.

The drug monitoring procedures, it’s an imperfect system.

It’s designed to catch patterns of misuse.

People stealing drugs, not to locate a missing vial.

Okay. How many times was the cart used this morning?

Well, this narrows it down.

Only one time, for a trauma patient, Kara Blake.

Car accident.

Dr. Keaton? Motorcycle MVA incoming,

- trauma bay 2. - Excuse me.

Yeah. Of course.

Okay, so anyone working that trauma could have had access

to that propofol and used it to incapacitate Schaffer.

Hm.

Too bad there aren’t cameras in the trauma bay area

recording everything that happens.

Might not have a camera, but, uh,

I think we got the next best thing.

This could end my whole career.

It’s already hanging on by a thread.

So you took the vial of propofol?

No.

But it went missing during Kara Blake’s procedure.

Wha- Why does any of this matter now?

The patient recovered. It was just a blip.

What was a blip?

Propofol instead of ketamine.

Okay, do me a favour.

Let’s just start from the beginning.

The patient was brought into trauma care.

Dr. Schaffer prescribed

10 milligrams of ketamine and intubation.

But Kara wasn’t given ketamine. She was given propofol.

Are those two drugs interchangeable?

Well, both ketamine and propofol

are used to sedate patients.

However, in a trauma case like that,

a hypotensive patient who has lost a lot of blood

has a much higher risk of flatlining

on propofol.

Which is exactly what happened.

Right.

The truth is, Kara Blake should never have flatlined.

Who administered the propofol?

It was Dr. Devereaux.

Wouldn’t she have known the risks?

She would have?

She’s one of the best anaesthesiologists in this city.

But I’ve been on her rotation for a couple of months now,

and I’ve never once seen her use propofol.

Couldn’t she have made a mistake?

She must have. Everything happened so fast.

It was the first time I intubated.

I think she just grabbed the wrong vial.

After the patient was stabilized,

I saw Dr. Schaffer take her to the side.

She was in tears.

Mm.

And then later she came to me and she asked me

to change my notes to say that ketamine was administered.

Not propofol.

So you did falsify the report?

She’s a doctor.

I’m an intern.

If I want to have any sort of career at all,

I just do what I’m told.

Besides, the patient is fine.

We all make mistakes, right?

What if it wasn’t a mistake?

Are you saying that Dr. Devereaux

wanted the patient to flatline?

That’s- that’s crazy, right?

Why would she want to do that to a total stranger?

Ellis. What you got?

A doctor’s name we need to link to our victim.

Simmons and Yates are in the field,

but I can run those names for you.

See if we can find a link.

You can’t be serious.

We’re serious, all right.

Is everything okay?

A doctor just asked me to step out while she examines Kara.

Stop! Put it down right now!

Don’t make me use this.

It’s the missing vial of propofol.

Robin, what the hell?

A dose this size would have killed her.

Why would you do this?

Dr. Devereaux,

you’re under arrest for the murder of Dr. Schaffer

and the attempted murder of Kara Blake.

Turn around. Put your hands behind your back.

All right, let’s go.

Kara Blake murdered her.

My mother was coming home

from volunteering at her local food bank,

like she did every Sunday for 30 years.

She stopped at a convenience store for a carton of milk.

Yes. We looked up the case.

Your mother interrupted a robbery.

Shooter was caught on camera. It was an open and shut case.

But during the trial, the defense attorney found

a minor clerical error made by the arresting officers

and got the shooter off.

And that lawyer was Kara Blake.

We knew about the technicality before she presented it.

So I went to her office, and I begged her not to do it.

She threw me out.

Said that her responsibility was to her client,

not to justice.

"Blame the system" she said.

She set him free.

Not the system.

So that morning in the ER,

when you heard Kara Blake’s name,

you decided to do something about it.

You saw a moment for revenge.

I saw a moment to right a wrong.

Look, with all due respect for what happened to your mother,

two wrongs were never going to make that right.

It was routine for a patient

with those types of injuries

to be given a sedative.

So, when Dr. Schaffer ordered ketamine,

she used propofol instead,

knowing that it would cause Kara to flatline.

She tried a sleight of hand, grabbing one vial over another,

not realizing the intern had seen it.

Or that Dr. Schaffer would have remembered

the name "Kara Blake".

He couldn’t place it at first, and then he looked it up,

and he recognized her right away.

And once he made that connection,

he knew that Dr. Devereaux

had administered the wrong drugs on purpose.

He told her he was going to file a report

with the Medical Board and with the police.

And, well,

at that point, she knew her life was over.

So she incapacitated Dr. Schaffer

with that same drug so she could kill him.

Yeah, and the multiple stab wounds

just to throw suspicion elsewhere.

Let me the hell out of here, you son of a bitch!

An out-of-control patient

who had threatened Dr. Schaffer

made for a perfect suspect.

So she unlocked the door and let him out.

The justice system is not perfect,

and it’s hard on all of us when it doesn’t

deliver the way it should.

But Kara Blake was just doing her job.

Just like you two did today.

Good work.

Thank you, sir.

Keep it up.

Ah. Well, uh...

You need a ride?

As long as you don’t mind stopping

so I can grab some food first.

I haven’t eaten all day.

I think looking at those bedpans

really took away my appetite.

I think we can do that.

Mmm.

Pork bun?

I’m good. Thanks.

God, I love these things.

Even if they are an imperfect food.

Sometimes pork, sometimes bun.

You never know what you’re gonna get,

but I can’t stop trying.

You know, maybe I should get some for Jess.

She’s been working all day. I don’t even know if she ate.

You should do that.

Turn the car around.

Yeah, okay.

So.

how are things uh, going between you two?

They’re, uh, they’re good. Yeah.

Um...

We should all go out sometime.

I’d love for you to get to know her.

Yeah. I would love that.

Great.

Um, let me just text Ricky and see if he wants a pork bun, too.

Are you interested in pork buns?

Oh, no thank you.

Too much bun, not enough pork.

Not worth the inevitable disappointment.

On that, we agree.

Maybe we can be friends.

We don’t need to be friends.

We just need to get the job done.

Vivienne,

I want a fairy tale ending for you and Max and George.

But I’m going to keep a very close eye on you,

because they’re my family.

And I’d die for those crazy cats.

Fair enough.

Ah.

I should get going.

Uh, one last thing, by the way.

How did you know about the ring?

Uh, it’s the kind of thing Max would do.

And if I may say so, it was too easy.

If we’re gonna survive this, you need to bring your A-game.

Oh, sorry.

Um, this is actually the last thing, I promise.

Maybe next time we should review our definition of A-game.

And you don’t have much there. You better get cracking.

Bon soir, and thank you for the wine.

Damn.

She’s good.

Okay, gentlemen, Quack ’n’ awe is officially in progress

I assure you Quackie Chan, your death will not be in vain.

You were born a bath toy.

You will die a hero.

Look at you, you weaponized party favour.

You are beautiful.