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- Ms. Knight? Ms. Knight?
- Your allegations

against Dr. Hamilton of
sexual misconduct, any comment?

I just want to get back to
doing my job and being there

- for my patients 110%.
- There are reports

that Dr. Hamilton is considering
retaliatory legal action.

- Any comment?
- Uh, I have no comment.

- Ms. Knight, one more question.
- She said, "No comment".

- How did I do?
- On point.

The 110% thing was gold.

I coached her on how to give
sports-interview answers.

Did you hear what she said
though? That Dr. Hamilton

- might try and sue me?!
- Oh, let him try.

- Screw Hamilton!
- You want me to resign?

That's not what I'm saying, Tom.

Everything that I've worked for,

my legacy, throw it all
away because of some nurse?

I'm just saying we need to put all
the options out on the table.

That is one option here,

and that is to defend myself
against these false accusations.

What about the other women?

The four new allegations

that have surfaced in the last 48 hours?

Lies, all of 'em.

You're saying they're all lying?

This is a witch hunt

spearheaded by a crazy
bitch who wants my money!

Good. I don't want anybody
here who isn't on my side.

Anybody else?

- How would you like to proceed?
- I-I-I just need a minute

to think, please.

Happy to have you back.

Happy to be back.

It's only a couple of days,

but I was going crazy at home.

Oh, I know that feeling.

My maternity leave with Ella,

by the end, I was nursing
all of her stuffies.

Hahahahaha!

I'm sorry I suspended you.

You did what you had to do.

I've contacted the union,

everything's been wiped off your record.

Thank you.

So, your assignments. Surgical wing.

You know there are still
plenty of people here

who don't believe you.
I'm not one of them.

Thank you.

I should get a coffee
before my shift starts.

Not a lot of sleep happening these days.

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Grace. I'd say hi, but I
don't want you to sue me.

Thank you.

Oh, are you gonna say
something about me?

You mean, your hair?

Whatever you're doing with it, I dig it.

Hmm!

Okay, are you with the press?

Because I said I wasn't
doing any more interviews.

I'm not your stalker.

I'm your patient.

Television static

or a computer screen
with water poured on it?

It's a killer whale.

Where are you seeing that?

Come on, you're messing with me.

I'm not. Hey, watch. Ash, what is this?

Killer whale.

Okay, you two are conspiring against me.

You just gotta have
an eye for it, I guess.

Speaking of which, how's the peeper?

Vision's a little blurry,
but otherwise I'm alright.

I know we've been over
this with the surgeon,

- but if it were your kid...
- If I was her kid,

she would have been
like 2 when she had me.

It's just it doesn't look like
there's anything wrong with him.

Yeah, that's the thing with intraocular
melanoma: you can't see it.

- Which is ironic.
- But unfortunately it is there.

It's localized right now, which is good,

but if we don't remove
it, it could metastasize.

Look, I know how scary
this is for both of you,

but I'm gonna be here
every step of the way.

And this surgery increases your chances

of making a full recovery by 90%.

I'll take those odds.

I mean, honestly, I was more worried

about looking like a
freak with a glass eye.

Dude, a glass eye will be so bad ass.

Come on, how many cool
characters have one eye?

Hmm? Nick Fury, Snake Plissken.
You'll totally pull it off.

You know, I loved these
books when I was a kid,

and since today is my last
day to see 3-D images...

He asked me to bring it for him.

Then we better get
through all of them stat.

Come on, I'll race you.

- Black bear.
- What?!

Pretty good. Pretty good.

I have a patient with
chronic pancreatitis.

- Uh-huh...
- You know where I can find him?

Just follow the music, man.

Haha!

- Need a holiday.
- Oh, I wish.

- Hey, guys.
- Oh!

Didn't know we were
expecting an audience.

Oh, I'm already your biggest fan.

Your name is Roy, right?
I'm Wolf. And you are?

- Solana.
- Nice to meet you.

Your vinyl, that's a nice touch.

I want him to hear something

that isn't machines
beeping and people moaning.

And not the right kind of moaning.

- Show some...
- Nothing I haven't heard

before, don't worry. But
all things considered,

you guys seem to be doing pretty well.

We have been married for... ? 62 years.

There isn't much we haven't seen.

- Mm-hmm.
- And the, uh...

the morphine helps a little too.

You'll have to excuse my husband,
he has a twisted sense of humour.

Sorry.

Solana, I shouldn't flap my jaw as I do

'cause I thought I was doing all right.

Come on, we gotta get you back into bed.

I could use a bit of
that morphine now, please.

- Sit you down.
- Unfortunately, you're not due

for another dose for another few hours.

Shouldn't matter. I have
been approved for euthanasia.

Uh, Dr. Laidlaw...

Goes by Dr. Death sometimes.

Jesus, Roy! How many
times have I told you?

- I was just telling the boy.
- And I'm telling you

that I don't want to talk about this.

Okay. God has spoken.

She only keeps me around to do
the Watusi from time to time.

You haven't done a Watusi in years.

- But I could.
- Haha! I know.

Okay. I'm gonna leave this
dance party. I'll be back

- to check in later, guys. Okay?
- Okay.

Let me ask you.

- We could use a chair?
- Hahaha!

Okay, Lily. I'm gonna
need a brief history.

Well, first there was the Big Bang,

and then an amoeba became a frog.

Then, came the dinosaurs.

Sorry. I just told this
story to so many doctors,

and it never has a happy ending.

I get it, it must be tedious.

But come on, one last time? For me?

Okay, but only 'cause
you're so darn cute.

Have you ever done any modeling?

No. Don't really like being
the centre of attention.

Right, so you expose

your boss for sexual misconduct.

Touché.

Uh... my mom died

of breast cancer at 52.

And about a year later,
Angelina Jolie came out

about the BRCA1 gene,
so I had myself tested.

And lucky me, I carry
the faulty gene too.

But my modeling career was blowing up

at the time, so I buried it.

And now, what changed?

Hmm... waking up

every morning not knowing
if today would be the day.

I got really depressed.

Most days, I couldn't get out of bed.

Well, you'd never know from
your Instagram activity.

Hmmm...

The deceptive power of social media.

But then I thought

I need to do something, you know,

take action. And when
I made the decision,

I felt like myself again.

I guess it's hard to
bury some things, huh?

Still, no one can know that I'm here.

Yeah, I kind of got
that from the disguise.

Touché. I have 7 million followers

and a booming industry to protect.

Don't worry, your secret's safe with me.

I see that you have finished your months

of hormonal preparation. And tomorrow...

Bye-bye to the girls.

A preventative double mastectomy.

Mm-hmm. This lady business

gone in one fell swoop.

Dr. Banks! How are you?

I need antacids. They're not
for a patient, they're for me.

Dev signed us up for
a pasta-making class.

You learn how to make
noodles from scratch.

I mean I had a personal chef

growing up, so I never needed
to cook. But I do want to learn!

Not really, no.

I have gluten intolerance. But
it's the thought that counts.

Oh! I thought you were
delivering babies today.

Ha! A bit late for a pregnancy test.

This, yeah...

Dr. Banks, are you okay?

It's not for a patient.

Oh, my God! Does Keon know?

- You know about Keon?!
- Everybody knows about Keon!

Ah, great.

Okay. Naz, please,

you can't say anything.

Of course.

Okay.

Tums!

Gonna grab yourself

a bloody macchiato and rest, rest

your weary feet.

Hey, is everything okay?

You mean besides this
whole Hamilton business

that has all of my
nurses on their phones

more than they usually are?
Which is all the bloody time!

Point taken, phone going away.

Discharge that Crohn's patient in 6-C.

Um, you told me to discharge
that patient three hours ago.

Right. Great.

Then go find something else
to keep yourself out of my ass.

As of 11 o'clock this
morning, I have submitted

to the board of directors my resignation

as acting CEO of this hospital...

... while I will continue

to defend myself against the
allegations that are being made.

I have made this
decision in the interest

of the medical community into
which I have poured my life.

When is even one of these
assholes gonna learn

- how to apologize?
- ... family to whom I can

no longer bring any more pain
than this has already caused.

I wish all staff members,

administrators

and volunteers the best into the future.

Thank you.

Question, Dr. Hamilton?

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

- Thank you.
- I didn't do anything.

Yeah, you did.

I'm good.

Jackpot!

That's what you got in 651.

Come here. Get over here.

Your guy with the Buddy Holly
records is a jackpot patient.

Okay, what's a jackpot patient?

Gets more morphine than
the rest of the geezers

in this ward combined. A whopping 10ccs.

Give him a taste of
his daily dose and then

just drain the rest.

Forget it. He's in a lot of pain,

there's no way I can
take it from him, right?

- Orange?
- No, I'm fine.

You should eat more fruit.

This job, we don't get enough sun;

you've got to stave off the scurvy.

But your new job, maybe
they'll get you outdoors more.

What?!

After I rat you out and
they take away your license.

You know, after the prison time?

Maybe you'd able to get a job
in construction or something.

Fine, I'll see what I can do.

- You're the best, Wolfie.
- Don't call me that.

You're the best.

Oh, my God! Um, no,
sorry, you can't do that!

No, no. It's okay, Grace, it's okay.

- He's my boyfriend.
- Oh! Oh, my God!

I'm... I'm sorry.

No, it's cool. I always wanted
to know how the paparazzi felt.

Cal is a real photographer.
We met on a shoot.

But these are solely for
the family photo album.

Oh, no, it's okay, babe.

Grace has been prepped on
the whole privacy deal.

"Grace..."

Wait, you're the one that Me
Too'ed that famous surgeon?

Babe, are you sure this is a good idea?

You kind of want to fly
under the radar on this thing.

My situation will not
compromise her care.

Well, if she's not
worried, neither am I.

And I believe you, by the way.

Thanks.

Temperature's normal. And remember,

no food or drink after 6 p.m.

Oh! Well, then you better get
on the Veuve and sushi stat.

I'm throwing this little
going away party/wake

- for my girls.
- I know, morbid as hell, right?

Hey, they are my breasts,

I get to decide how
I say goodbye to them.

I can't argue with that, so
raw fish and bubbly it is.

Oh, uh... sorry to be a buzzkill,

but before the bash,
you have a psych consult.

Oh! Should I be there for that?

It would be good for
Lily to have an advocate.

Cal's got fish to pick up, so
can't you just be my advocate?

- Of course.
- Okay.

Perfect.

Thank you.

If you're here, that can't be good news.

Yep. Watching over a narcoleptic patient

who fell asleep while
robbing a pawnshop.

That would be kind of
amazing if it were true.

Figured I'd stop by, try
and catch Sinead on a break.

Haven't heard from her in a few days.

What is it?

- Uh, nothing.
- Ashley,

I'm a trained interrogator,
you just scratched your nose

and looked down. Tell me, please.

I don't, um... I don't, I don't
want to get anyone in trouble.

What is it? What's going on?

I think Sinead might have a big problem.

Good timing.

Solana went home to get a few things.

It... it's really getting very painful.

Well, this should help, Roy.

Ohhh...

Okay.

There. Jack, are you happy now?

Happy as a horsefly on a jugular vein.

I never thought I'd see Keon
Colby leave a sandwich unfinished.

I guess life's just truckful
of surprises, ain't it?

It certainly is.

Something wrong with you?

No.

But, um...

there is with you?

Just girl trouble.

I think Dr. Banks is all woman.

Wait, you know?!

Oh, my God! You guys!

If a howler monkey crashed
through the ER doors

on a motorbike blasting Nicki Minaj,

he would be more discrete than you.

How do you come up with this shit?

I don't know, it's my brain.

It just sort of, you know, flows out.

I think we might be over.
Like, for real.

Keon, all relationships have potholes.

Alright, look at me.

I am still trying to digest

the insane amount of gluten

I ingested in the name of courtship.

Truth is she's right.

We are at totally different
places in our lives.

Things may have changed for
Dr. Banks since you last talked.

What? What do you mean?

- Ha. I'm just saying.
- Naz, come on!

My break's almost
over, and, um, I've got

kombucha to ferment. Bye.

What did I tell you?

My boyfriend

just confronted me about
being back in the drop!

- Sinead...
- I wonder where he got

such a ridiculous notion.
And then I remembered

our little conversation this morning.

Look at me! I said,

- "Look at me!"
- I'm not your child.

Then stop acting like one.

- Me?
- Yeah!

You do still work for me,

although I have half a mind
to fire your skinny ass.

For what? Finding your empty bottles?

See? Still making up lies about me!

- I'm trying to help you.
- Hahaha! That is rich!

Look, if you don't want it, I get that,

- but I have patients who need me.
- No. I'm reassigning you.

- Wait, what?
- That's right!

I need you doing inventory now,

and I know just how
much you love that job.

- You can't do that.
- I just did.

But I told Remo and his mom that
I'd be there for his eye surgery.

I'll handle Remo and
all your other patients

from now on. So go on!
Get to it, sweetheart!

Roy?

Are you alright, buddy?

The meds... the meds are not working.

- Nothing's working anymore.
- How's the pain, 1 to 10?

- 300!
- Your heartrate's 120.

Respiratory rate 124.

You're... you're going
to be alright, buddy,

- you're going to be fine. Yeah.
- What's happening?

He's just a little uncomfortable,
but it's under control.

He's gonna be fine.

I can't do this.

What happened? He
wasn't like this when I left.

Roy, my darling.

- Sol...
- Mm-hmm?

I can't.

- It's time.
- No. No.

Sol, please, listen.

For once in your life, just listen.

I can't do this. I can't do it anymore.

It's time.

Call the doctor.

Ah... okay.

Okay, Roy,

I'll call Dr. Laidlaw's office,

and I won't leave your side again.

Ever.

Hey. You know my patient
with the chronic pancreatitis?

- What about him?
- He needs more pain meds.

He's already receiving
the maximum dosage.

Any more and he's in danger
of respiratory distress.

With all due respect, maybe
if you took a break from

your crossword puzzle and you
saw how much pain he was in...

Who do you think you're talking
to? I don't like your tone, Wolf.

Look, man, I'm sorry.
It's just really hard

to see him in so much
pain. And his poor wife.

- Look, I'm immune to guilt.
- That wasn't guilt.

It felt like guilt.

Okay. I get it.

Anyway, I'm sorry.

What about these puppies? Hmm?

You know, we're not just
here to discuss implant sizes.

Yeah, but it is important.

The surgery's tomorrow; I
haven't landed on a size yet.

Those are nice.

What about your partner,
"Cal", what does he think?

Nice pivot, Doc.

You're wondering why he
isn't here, aren't you?

Why I chose to bring a
nurse I barely know instead?

And you judge that on some level.

I don't. But I think you might.

Cal's better at errands than feelings.

So, have you talked to Cal about

what this means for your relationship?

When we met, I told him straight up,

"I just left my last
douche of a boyfriend

for another woman, me".

- I'm gonna use that.
- Actually, I stole that

from Cher. But I did tell him
I didn't need a thing from him.

Are you afraid that's about to change?

We're used to being on top of the world,

not to being crushed by it.

Do you worry what this
might do to your identity?

Me? No.

My business.

But I learned to separate myself
from my body a long time ago.

Sounds like modeling and nursing
aren't all that different.

Mm-hmm. But you could be making

- so much more money.
- Okay.

Well, that completes the pre-op consult.

I'll be in to see you after the surgery.

Grace, a quick word?

Uh... I'll be right in.

Okay.

Is this the part where
you ask me how I'm doing?

No, actually, I'm done asking.

Now that it's out in
the open, I'm telling.

You'll come see me twice a week

as mandated by your
union. Our first session,

9 a.m. tomorrow. Don't be late.

Alright.

Code blue 4-0-6.

Code blue 4-0-6.

Means someone's dying, doesn't it?

I was looking at the
list of codes earlier;

I think I have almost
all of them memorized.

Look, Remo is gonna be just fine.

- Promise me?
- Oh, I'm not allowed,

it's sort of a rule.

Actually, it's more of
a guideline than a rule.

- I promise.
- Thank you.

We should probably see if
they have any updates on Remo.

I'm actually no longer Remo's nurse.

- Why not?
- Administrative acrobatics.

It's, um... sort of a long story.

- But Remo adores you.
- Look, it's...

it's above my paygrade,

- I'm sorry.
- No, it's okay.

You have done so much for us already,

I just hope our new nurse
is as reliable as you are.

Thanks.

- Took you long enough.
- He's fully sedated.

Dr. Rossi is also running late.

She's asked that you have
the nurse mark the eye

- that's slated for removal.
- Okay, thanks.

Look, I know we don't know
where we are right now,

but it's like the window is still ajar,

and I don't want to miss
my chance to tell you

our super highway might
have some potholes on it,

but that doesn't mean
our journey's gotta end.

Wow!

How come it works for Naz when
she just starts talking like that?

Naz... She talked to you?

- What?
- She told you, didn't she?

- I'm sorry.
- Don't.

If I am pregnant, we're gonna
have to get real real fast.

Whoa! Pregnant?

She didn't tell you.

I'm sorry, Keon.

I mean not for me being pregnant

because that would be
the least feminist thing

that has ever come out of my mouth,

but I am sorry that you just
found out like that, and...

now I'm rambling.

Have you done the test yet?

I haven't been able
to work up the nerve.

Yeah.

I-I'd like to be there when you...

Pee on the stick?

Okay, but right now,

I have to go deliver
someone else's baby, so...

Stay tuned.

I'll text you when I'm out.

Not the kind of processing I'm used to,

- but when in Rome...
- Won't be much longer, Lily.

I heard you're the best,
and I do my research.

Well, I guess you don't
build an online empire

- without putting in the legwork.
- Hmm... Well, here's hoping

the empire survives the deluge.

All done here. You want to take a look?

- No.
- Okay.

And I'll be back later.

- You okay?
- Um,

yeah. I think that the
shrink just got in my head.

Cal said he's not going
to take any more gig

until I'm fully recovered,
but we'll see.

- You don't believe him?
- He's not very good at sitting still.

Neither of us are.

We like to be where the action is.

Which is why

it's obvious I haven't asked him

what this means for us...

because I'm terrified of the answer.

Let the festivities begin.

- Is everything okay?
- Yeah! Yeah, um...

I just don't really
feel up for it anymore.

Okay.

I just think I need some sleep.

Okay. Cool.

I'll just take this over
to the nurses' station then.

You'll be a hero, trust me.

I'm just gonna make sure

Lily's comfortable.

He seems like a really good guy.

Yeah.

I don't think I feel
like talking anymore.

Okay.

If you need anything...

Mm-hmm.

Wanda, I need a favour.

Ah, she doesn't lead with profiteroles,

she doesn't lead with croissants;

she goes right to,
"Wanda, I need a favour".

Do you have a feed for the pre-op room?

Yes, but I'm not exactly authorized

to be showing security feeds to
anyone that waltzes by sans pastries.

Okay, what can I do
to gain authorization?

Do you have any single
friends who might like

a lady in uniform?

Man, woman, non-binary;
I got a pretty wide

- snack bracket.
- Done. My friend Don will love you.

I like that. We're coming to
you live from the pre-op room.

Uh, can you get in closer on that?

This Don better be worth it.

That's the wrong eye.

Stop! Stop! Don't operate!

That's the wrong eye!

Goddammit!

Lily Dawson, how long has she been gone?

Checked herself out
about 10 minutes ago.

Couldn't have gone too far.

Hey, Red, I have something for you.

Wolfie, with the score,
you shouldn't have.

Now, stay the hell away from me.

Fight, my darling.

Squeeze my hand.

Please stop the pain.

Don't call Dr. Laidlaw yet.

This will help.

- Thank you.
- Yeah. Haha!

We were seconds away from removing

- his one perfectly good eye.
- I know. I don't...

- I don't know how it happened.
- Well, it did.

He would have been blind, and
that would have been our fault.

I was told there was a
problem with my patient.

Wait, he's your patient?
A charge nurse did this?

No, it was me.

It's been such a hectic
day. Sinead asked me

- to do the surgical markings.
- So it was you who did

- the markings?
- I don't know what to say.

Don't say anything.

I won't either.

We caught the error before
any damage was done.

Alright, this poor guy's surgery

has already been delayed a bunch today.

So I am going to get my shit together,

then get back in there and
operate on the right eye.

Oh, on the right... eye.

The correct eye.

And you will take care of your nurses.

Of course.

Meet me outside in 10 minutes.

Uh, one hotdog, please.

Lily, what are you doing?

- You're supposed to be fasting.
- Dude, I'm a supermodel,

I have literally been
fasting for 20 years.

I know, but if you eat,

you can't have your surgery tomorrow.

That's cool. I decided
to postpone it anyway.

Until... ?

Uh...

never. Thank you.

Oh, I'm sorry, do you want one?

I think we should talk about this.

What is there to say?

You told me how much you needed this,

how depressed you were.

If I cut off my breasts,
I don't know who I am;

and if I don't, I die.

Or... maybe there's a third option.

Become a new you.

No, this isn't about my business or Cal;

it's about me.

I have built my fortune on my body

and my image,

and without it, I...

I don't know who I am.

- Lily...
- No.

I have airbrushed my
life beyond recognition,

and it makes it really hard to feel like

what I have and who I am is enough.

I get that. Believe me, I do.

I've been lying to myself
about how okay I am.

And now I'm gonna lie to
everyone who supports me.

Or don't.

Start telling the truth.

- Like you just did?
- Yeah.

And I gotta say, it feels pretty good.

It takes a few minutes.

Yeah, that's cool.

And since we have some
time, I just want you to know

whatever happens, I can
live with the commute.

Obviously, I couldn't ride
my bike to work anymore,

so I'd have to lease a car or a minivan.

- Minivan?
- Yeah. And we can get a place

- in, you know, Ajax.
- Keon!

The housing market is
reasonable right now.

- In Ajax?!
- Yeah, there's space and we can

get a hoop for Cece in the driveway.

And hell, I can even go
to the PTA meetings...

Okay.

One line across.

It's a negative sign.

I'm not pregnant.

- You're not pregnant?
- No.

Neither are you.

- Oh, my God!
- Yeah.

Wow!

And all that stuff you were just saying

about the place in the
burbs and the minivan?

- Crazy.
- Absolutely.

- Yeah.
- But also super hot.

Is that so?

Awww... come here.

Hm, I wish Cal didn't fall
asleep in the family lounge.

I feel like he would have
been so much better at this.

You'll be fine. Besides, I want
this to be a surprise for him too.

Okay.

Whenever you're ready.

Hello, beauties. I know I haven't posted

a story in a while,
and that's because...

Well, um...

I'm in the hospital.

I'm about to have both
my breasts removed.

Sinead.

What you just did for me now,

- I don't know if I can ever...
- Don't. It's okay.

- You don't have to.
- The thing is...

... I might need one more favour.

Okay.

I need someone to walk with me.

- Where?
- City General.

Rehab.

I'm old mates with the charge nurse,

she'll fly me in under the radar.

That's amazing.

That's a brave decision.

Don't give me that much credit.

I almost blinded that young man.

- But you didn't.
- Because of you!

There would have been
no coming back from that.

But you can.

Sinead, you can come back from this.

This is nothing, this is just a slip.

How did you get to be so good at caring?

I trained under an
excellent charge nurse.

Thanks, love.

"Thank you for your honesty and courage.

Lily Dawson is an amazing woman".

- I agree with that one.
- "Women, take charge

of your bodies. I'm a little
in love with Lily Dawson today".

Okay, that one better watch it.

She's an 83-year-old retired
librarian from Buffalo.

Oh! So you're saying
you think I can take her?

Hahaha! I have 150,000 new followers

since I posted my story last night.

Not saying that that's a reason
to get my breasts removed.

Ms. Dawson, we've been expecting you.

You're gonna do great in there.

Thank you.

And I will be right
here when you wake up.

Good because you owe
me some street meat.

We're good to go.

Um, hold on.

What's this gonna mean... for you?

Hey, all this means

is I'm gonna be able to put my hand

even closer to your heart.

Scarlet Letter 12 o'clock.

What did you just say?

Nothing. Just they
should watch themselves.

- Mm-hmm. Why?
- Grace, please.

No, why? Why should they
watch themselves, Doctor?

- Because you are that nurse.
- No.

I am not that nurse.

I am a nurse, and I'm a damn good one.

Oh, and by the way,
I'm not going anywhere.

♪ I guess I'm crazy ♪

♪ For loving you ♪

♪ I can't replace you ♪

♪ With someone new ♪

♪ I may be playing ♪

♪ A loser's game ♪

♪ I guess I'm crazy ♪

♪ For loving you ♪

♪ My heart keeps saying ♪

♪ That I'm a fool ♪

♪ I guess I'm crazy ♪

♪ For loving you ♪

If I'd known you were out here,

I would have brought you a coffee.

If I had another coffee, my
heart would probably explode.

It's been quite a day.

- Quite a week.
- Quite a month.

Haha! Should we keep going?

Hasn't been all bad though.

Grace, your shift was over

an hour ago; what are
you still doing here?

A patient of mine is in surgery;

I want to be there when she wakes up.

- I know, I know. Boundaries.
- That's

not what I was thinking.
The day you've had

and you're still all
about your patients.

Evan...

at the café,

that thing that you said about my hair,

you have no idea what that meant to me.

Thank you.

You're not married, are you?

No.

How long have you wanted to do that?

The minute you walked in the door.

- What's up with you?
- What do you mean?

You seem different. In a good way.

Okay, whatever you two are having,
I must get me some of that.

Hey.

Dude, what happened to your face?

I, uh... I ran into the medicine cabinet

for the hundredth time since we started.

- Seems like a lifetime ago.
- I know, I can't believe

- it's only been four months.
- Seriously, I've spent

more time with y'all than
I have with my family.

Does that mean that we are a family?

We're brothers and
sisters from other mothers?

No. Shut the hell up, man.

9-1-1 returns with all new episodes,
Monday March 16th on Global.