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[indistinct chatter]

- We here at
Baylor Plano believe

choosin' your own doctor

is man's sacred,
God-given right.

Advocacy,
innovation, collaboration.

Excellence in these arenas
compelled

"U.S. News & World Report"
to rank Baylor Plano high

on its list of the nation's
finest hospitals.

[soft dramatic music]

But it's our down-home
Texas values

that won us the trust
of our community.

And we owe it to that community
to spare no expense

when it comes
to their health care.

That begins by recruiting
only the best.

Countries from around
the globe,

37 to date, have sent
their citizens to be treated

by renowned surgeons,
Doctors O'Connor and Crosby.

They've made
the Baylor Scoliosis Center

the very first institute
of its kind devoted

to the treatment of this
devastating spinal curvature.

Recently, Dr. Shapiro
was awarded a preceptorship

under Professor
Juha Mikkelsgaard of Helsinki.

Finally,

representing the exciting
future of neurosurgery,

we have just recruited
a rising star

of minimally invasive
technique,

hailing from the University of
Tennessee and Semmes-Murphey,

the very institute that blazed
the trail in that approach.

[tense music]

- Dr. Duntsch, good morning.
- Good morning, Dr. Morgan.

- I'd like to go over
the equipment you ordered

for the procedure.

Yasargil micro bayonet,

French Fukushima teardrop
tapered suction tube,

micro dissector set
in titanium with case--

oh, wait, we have
the Yasargil bayonet forceps.

You need the micro bayonet
as well?

- If I asked for it,
I need it.

[water running]

- Uh, we have Kerrisons,

retractors,
microdiscectomy systems.

[metallic clanging]
- Cupboards bare?

That's, uh, quite the
grocery list you got there.

- I'll see you in the OR,
Doctor.

- [sighs] How many surgeries
you doing here today?

- Just one.
First at this institution.

- Oh, congratulations.

Insurance is never gonna cover
any of that shit.

- That is not my problem.
Fixing people is.

Unlike the rest of this town.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

What passes for neurosurgery
down here is a sham.

I'm here to nuke this place
into the future.

- [chuckles] Wow.
Well, you impress me.

Usually, it takes surgeons
at least a good decade

to refine their God complex.

- [laughs]
Christopher D. Duntsch. MD-PhD.

- Randy.

So do they have
to enlarge the door

to get your Northern head
into the building?

- I'm from Tennessee.
- North of Texas is north.

- You know what, I think I'm
gonna make you my access guy.

- Do I get a say in the matter?
- Nope, that's it.

From now on, you're doing
all of my access.

You are my fuckin' guy.

- Oh, goodie.
- You're my guy, Randy.

[suspenseful ambient music]

* *

- Craig James.
Congratulations.

You're about to enter
the history books.

- First surgery
at Baylor Plano?

- Staff treating you okay?

- Everything's been just fine.

- Have any questions
before we begin?

- Gonna fix my leg?
- [chuckles]

You'll be playing
so much tennis,

the next time
you're in my office,

you're gonna be griping
about that elbow.

* *

See you soon.

[peaceful ambient music]

* *

[no audio]

* *

[basketball thumping]

* *

[phone ringing]

- [panting]

Morning, Ma.

Yeah.
Thanks for the alarm.

* *

You, too.
Yeah.

Love you back.
Bye.

* *

Double shot espresso bad
or double shot mezcal bad?

Quarterlies came in.

- Violent crime's up 2%.
- Oh, that's on DPD.

- With a 5% drop
in convictions.

- Stats don't tell
the whole story.

- But they don't fib, either.

- We've got a 99%
conviction rate.

Ed won't lose his head
over some horsepucky calculus.

- Not when he can have
George's.

- George?
- Decade at Public Integrity.

That's some horsepucky
for you right there.

Election season can get
real ugly real quick.

[door slams]

- What happens
to George's caseload?

- It's an unprincipled waste
of time and taxpayer treasure.

What do you think?

- Perhaps "unparalleled"
is a better way to put it.

There's something here, Ed.

George didn't do anything
with it for months.

I want it.

- Your wants and needs mean
nada to me.

Why?

- Because I'm young
and naive and idealistic.

- [groans]

- And there's something
about those two doctors.

- Their passion?
- Exactly.

- Their passion means shit.

Someday, you'll get old
and cranky

and look back on this moment
from your deathbed

with deep abiding regret.

There's a reason no quack has
ever been criminally charged.

- What if we don't have to?

Build a case,
but go for the squeeze.

License forfeited in the plea,

a public health hazard
is off the streets,

and you get the W.

- That makes a lot of sense.
- Thank you.

- Which is why
I don't trust it.

- Car's almost here.

- What car?
- For your speech.

At the YMCA?

It's on the schedule.

- Oh, shit.
Shit!

Now I gotta write something.

- I wanted to work
in this office

because I was inspired
by your leadership

and your eagerness to do the
right thing no matter the cost.

- Well, that's good.
I like that.

- I'm here to make
a difference,

to fight the tough fights,
to stand up for the folks

who have no one left
to fight for them.

- Little diabetic,
but it's all in the delivery.

- I haven't let you down.
- First time for everything.

- And I'm not gonna
stop asking.

Really politely.

- You are the youngest ADA
in this office's history.

- Which means I could be
the youngest former ADA

in this office's history.

- Kirby's been burning out
my ringer for months now.

Holidays included.

- Thank you.

- Don't get me over
your skis on this.

- You don't know
how to ski, Ed.

- Feels good to be rid of him.

Doubt there's a man alive
in Texas

more sick of that guy than me.

- [sighs]

Merino wool.
That's the secret.

Doesn't trap the heat
or the dampness.

Believe me, my feet
go clammy quick.

You know, they say
if it's not the frostbite

or the gangrene that gets you,
it's the Death Zone,

that last 848 meters
of Everest.

There's so little oxygen

that your body starts to die
minute by minute, cell by cell.

- But this is my office,

where I spend a lot of time
breathing in the air.

- Don't worry about it.

These things are
anti-microbial fibers.

I've been wearing these things
for three days.

My feet are as dry as...

I don't know, you fill
in whatever metaphor

is least offensive
to your delicate sensibilities.

[knock at door]

- Dr. Henderson, Dr. Kirby.
So sorry I'm late.

Good to see you again.
We met briefly.

Well, we didn't meet,
but I was in the room

when you came to our office
a little while back.

Michelle Shughart.

- Little while back?
That was months.

So is Yarborough
parking the car?

- Just me today.

I get it.
You're disappointed.

- Oh, absolutely not.

- When you say just you today,
do you mean just "today" today?

- Every day hereafter.

- You'reour lead?
[scoffs]

- Like I said, I get it,
you're disappointed.

I'm probably
a little too young,

maybe a little too woman
for your liking, but--

- Neither is true,
Miss Shughart, please.

- Thank you.

But what I can tell you is that

I am passionate
about this case.

Well, really every case,
but especially this one.

And people tell me
that I'm good at my job

even though it makes me
exceedingly uncomfortable

to say so.

- If that son of a bitch thinks

I'm donating one blessed cent
to his election,

he's got an edema
on that medulla of his.

- I apologize.
- He gave us his word, Bob.

We served up a psychopath
on a silver fucking plater,

piping hot,
and he goes and shits the bed.

- Oh, I promise I'm not
the--uh, you know, in the bed.

And I assure you
there's a strategy.

- Yeah, it's called "lock
the bastard up," all right?

He's down the road
at University General.

- We're gonna take care of it.

We're building
a swift, focused case

to compel maximum leverage.

- So you're cutting
a deal with him?

- Plea of guilty

in exchange for forfeiture
of his medical license.

- Your boss is an idiot.
- It was my idea.

- I don't take it back.

- I wouldn't expect you to,
Dr. Kirby.

I don't know medicine.

That's why I so desperately
need your expertise.

But all due respect,
you don't understand the law.

- You don't understand
who we're after.

- Dr. Kirby is correct.

And believe me, there is
no string of four words

I find more disagreeable.

But stripping Duntsch of his
Texas license is not enough.

- What he said.
Especially the part

about you-know-who
being you-know-right.

- He'll find another job.

He has to go to prison until
either he's too old to practice

medicine or--
- He's in a crematorium.

[soft dramatic music]

- I understand.

But the burden of proof
for that is insurmountable.

- Miss Shughart, Dr. Duntsch's
victims are the proof.

Duntsch is never gonna stop.

He's never gonna stop
on his own.

* *

[slow dissonant music]

* *

- Keep it up, and I will cancel
your birth certificate!

Hands off!
- Mr. Novak.

- Jesus, Moses, and Joseph.
He lives.

* *

- So to review,

I'm going to be performing a
cervical fusion on two levels,

C3-4 and C4-5.

I'll also be making
a minor incision in--

- Three hours.

That's how long
they got me lyin' here

in this dress,
ass flappin' in the wind.

Won't let me eat,
won't let me drink.

- I had a flat tire.
It held me up.

- Flat tire.

You know what I had
this morning?

Not one, not two,

but three black cats
scattering across my road.

If that ain't the devil
hollering, nothing is.

I am out.

- The longer you wait,

the faster your condition
is gonna deteriorate.

[soft dramatic music]

- Slicker than owl shit.

You said you worked at Baylor.

- I have privileges
at every hospital in Dallas.

- And you brought me here.

- Your insurance dictated.

- I'm not a rich man,
Dr. Duntsch,

but I'm no church
mouse neither.

I got Blue Cross Blue Shield.

And you gave me...
hammer and sickle!

* *

- [sighs]
Mr. Novak...

what this hospital lacks
in ambience,

it more than makes up for
in heart.

I have never worked
with a finer,

more dedicated crew of nurses
than the ones here at UGH.

Never.

I don't have any other
procedures scheduled

for the rest of the day.

The OR is prepped and ready.

And the staff,
they came in just for you.

You will not find this level of
five-star care anywhere else.

* *

What else can I say
to change your mind?

To make this happen?
Today?

* *

* *

* *

Scalpel.

* *

[monitor beeping rapidly]
- Dr. Duntsch.

- I shouldn't have to ask
for suction every fuckin' time.

- Dr. Duntsch, BP is falling.
- Sponge.

[multiple monitors beeping]

Scissors.

[multiple monitors beeping]

[two monitors beeping]

[soft dramatic music]

[heart monitor beeping]

It's a tumor.

He has cancer.
There's nothing we can do here.

* *

Sew him up.

- First month at Baylor
in the books.

Looks like you're finding
your way around.

- Back of my hand.

- That marketing man of yours
has logged some miles.

- [chuckles]
Jerry's the best.

- And your OR schedule
is filling out nicely.

- Teamwork makes
the dream work.

Baylor is a hell of a calling
card; you guys make it easy.

- Quick thing: Craig James,
your first operation here...

- Yeah?

- Dr. Shapiro left word
at my office.

Said Mr. James reached out,

scheduled a follow-up
appointment.

- Why would that make it
to your office?

- Honestly, I don't know.

[chuckling]
Which is why I'm telling you.

- Okay.
- You should check in.

Make sure
everything's all right.

- Of course.
Will do.

- Great.
Any plans tonight?

- Uh, nothing special.

- Website's live.

We're getting hits,
but we can do better.

- Pliers.
- For a screw?

- You can tighten a screw
with pliers, Wendy.

It's called leverage--pliers.
- Okay.

- My boy knows this dude
in Silicon Valley.

Claims there's this Russian
who can rig searches

so when you type
"doctor in Dallas,"

boom, Dr. D.

- No more Russians.
Nail.

- It didn't come
with nails, Chris.

- Of course it did.

You know what?
Never mind.

Just give me another screw.
- We need buzz.

Something flashy, sexy,
lure people in.

- It's the wrong screw.
- There are no other screws.

- There's this company called
The Best Docs Network.

They'll send a whole film crew
to the office

and film testimonials
about your prowess.

[phone buzzing]

- Duntsch.

Uh-huh.
Okay.

I'll be right there.

An emergency at the clinic.

- It's the third emergency
this week, Chris.

- [sighs]

- This crib's for your son.

- I'll finish it as soon
as I get back.

- Chris!

[soft tense music]

* *

- Been busy at the clinic.

- Just shut up, Jerry!
Just--

* *

[panting]

[takes deep breath]

* *

Will you give me a ride
to Babies R Us?

- Gotta grab my keys.

- [softly]
Thank you.

* *

[breathing heavily and moaning]

* *

- Stop, stop.
Hold that tongue.

* *

- Hurry up, woman!
- [hand hits thigh]

* *

[knock at door]
- Kim!

* *

[The Moody Blues' "Your
Wildest Dreams" on radio]

- I figured he learned to fight
like that in the frat house.

[both chuckle]
Nope.

You know what Brent said?
He said it was--

- Baltimore.
- [chuckling] Yeah.

- Good morning, everyone!

- Helluva dude,
that Dr. Morgan.

- [chuckles]

- I owe my life
to that rat bastard.

- Dr. Morgan?
Who? You?

- Dr. Brent Morgan, you know?

* *

- Your ex?

- [upbeat vocalizing]

- Can we turn that crap off?

[suction tube slurping]

I've got it from here.

[suction tube slurping]

Forceps.

- [upbeat vocalizing]

- That segmental artery
is not tied off.

You--you're gonna--

[blood splatters]
- [gasps]

- Sponge.

- That needs to be tied,
Doctor.

It'll keep pooling
in the disc space.

You can't see the--
- I work by feel, not by sight.

And turn
that fucking music off!

Bone drill.
[radio stops]

- You cannot drill
while he's hemorrhaging.

[tense music]

[drill whirring]

[bone grinding]
Jesus Christ.

* *

- Careful where you wag
that thing.

- That wasn't medicine
in there; that was a disgrace.

You're not a doctor.

You're a butcher.

* *

[phone buzzing]

Robert Henderson.
- Dr. Henderson,

this is Dr. Jacob French
from UT Memphis.

- Thanks for getting back
to me so quickly.

- Sure.

Your message said you were
calling from DMC.

What's that?
- Dallas Medical Center.

- Ah, okay.

DMC.
What's happening?

- You're the chairman
of the department there?

- That's right.

- Do you recall a student there
named Christopher Duntsch?

- Yeah.

- We have a--
a bit of an issue here.

Do you mind if I fill you in?

- An anonymous call
tipped off his residency.

Purportedly, Duntsch would
round under the influence.

So he was sent to
a impaired physicians program,

was eventually cleared,

and, uh, allowed to continue
his studies.

- Look at you, Nancy Drew.

- They have no idea
who called it in?

- No.

- So we can't
interview anybody?

Every one of his references
failed to mention this program.

Because of confidentiality?

- Well, maybe they didn't
even know.

- Isn't that an issue?

Shouldn't that be something

hospitals hiring doctors
take into consideration?

- This is one of the many ways

a Tennessee problem becomes
a Texas problem.

- How'd he get away with it?

Even after his first patient.
Uh, what was his name?

Craig James.

Duntsch operated
on the wrong vertebra.

Baylor found out
and still let him continue.

I mean, nobody said anything?

- You hear stories,
grist for the rumor mill,

but nurses are gossips,

and surgeons,
they're a finicky lot.

They tend to turn
their noses up at anybody

with an extra dollop
of personality.

- What changed your mind?
- What do you mean?

- Joe Padua.
You operated with Duntsch,

and it looks to me
like he almost killed him.

- Right.

- So if you were there.

If you saw what you saw,
why didn't you stop him?

[notification chimes]
- [sighs]

You don't have clue one
what you're talking about.

- That's why we're here.
Clue me in.

- Yeah.

- He really doesn't like me,
does he?

- He can be challenging,
but he has a good heart.

- You understand
why I'm asking, right?

I have to stand in front
of a judge and jury and say

that, over the course
of two years,

this man butchered
all these patients.

It was so bad,
it was so out of the ordinary,

but nobody, not a nurse,
an administrator,

or shoot,
even Dr. Randall Kirby himself

was able to stop him.

Some didn't even try.

- I have an issue.
I have to go.

- [sighs]

- The politics inside
of an operating room...

are complicated.

[siren wailing distantly]

- Whatever you need, tell me.
- I'm taking your patient.

[soft tense music]

* *

[heart monitor beeping]

[ventilator whooshing]

* *

Scalpel.

* *

- Ugh.
- Quiet, please.

DeBakey.
[metallic clink]

* *

There's something in there.

[ominous music]

* *

[groans softly]
It's a sponge.

This is the cause
of the infection.

* *

[faucet running]

* *

- With work, sometimes I forget
to eat, if you can believe it.

[chuckling]

- You are the salt and light
this city needs, Christopher.

- We're proud of you, son.

And I hope
you're proud of yourself.

[soft piano music playing]

- Thanks, Dad.

* *

- And we like her.

Huh?
- Mm-hmm.

- Very much.
- Mm-hmm.

- A woman like that
by your side,

a man could move mountains.

- So sorry.

There was a five-car pile up
at the ladies room, right?

[chuckles]

* *

Wasn't this puny when I left.
Who stole a bite?

Don, I'm lookin' right at you.

- Oh.
Cod at a steakhouse?

We would Code Red you for that
in the Marines.

- Oh, Semper Fish.
[laughter]

- I don't eat any animal that
can't be felled by a bullet.

- Unless it's his bullet,

in which case,
we'd all starve to death.

- Keep talking, Mr. Big Shot.

- Our place in Colorado borders
the state game lands.

Don can hunt
in his own backyard.

- I can picture you out there
with your .30/30,

flinging peas
at some mountain goat.

- My .300 Savage
begs to differ.

- Hmm.
Winchester girl over here.

- Oh.

- I don't know what we would
have done without Kim.

Couldn't have got the business
up and running,

I can tell you that much.

* *

- Take care of my boy, Kim.

He's gonna need all the help
he can get,

especially once
the baby gets here.

- Mm.

[ominous music]

* *

- Tell me, Susan, whatever--

whatever I can do to help.

* *

- Well...

I know Wendy's got
tons of family in the area,

but I want my Chris
to help shoulder the burden.

- Mom.

- Have you made arrangements

for your boy's baptism yet,
Chris?

- Not really.

I don't have an opinion
one way or the other.

- Well, you better
have an opinion.

Your son's salvation
is on the line.

* *

- Listen to your mother, Chris.

You need to book a church
well ahead.

* *

- [clears throat]

[sighs]

- [clears throat]

* *

Just a secretary moving
with her husband.

She'll be gone
once she gives birth.

- She will.

Look, Wendy is just a wrecked
stripper from Memphis.

She's got nothing going
for her.

She doesn't even have a dream.
She is not like you.

- [scoffs]

She's got your baby.

It's your child, you sick fuck!

- Okay, so we give her
a couple of weeks

to get her shit together
after the baby comes,

and then she's out and I can
focus all my attention on you.

- I found them.

The drugs.
In the bathroom.

I know.

* *

- [chuckling]
What are you talking about?

There are no drugs
in the bathroom.

- Because I flushed them.

* *

- [stutters and chuckles]

Oh, fuck...Jerry.

I'll talk to him, okay?

Kim.
- I'm not stupid.

- Okay, okay.
Kim.

Come on, come on, babe.

All right, look.

They're my neurostimulants.

But I only take them
when I need to focus

on writing a paper.

They're no worse than the shit
a third grader takes.

[chuckling]
Come on.

* *

- Don't--Chris.

Don't touch me.
Get out of my fucking way!

- Oh, my God! Not until you
stop acting absurd!

You're being crazy right now!
- Oh, yes, I am crazy!

I am crazy for being
the only person left in town

who wants to work with you!

- You're not even making
any sense right now.

- Remember Dr. Darnton?
Remember that?

And your little
pecker-pulling match?

All the access surgeons
found out about it

and don't want
to perform with you.

- Bullshit.

I have an L5-S1 fusion
scheduled for tomorrow.

- Not anymore!

[disco ball shatters]

[M&M's clink against glass]

- What happened with Mr. Padua?

- Well, the surgery was normal.
Nothing out of the ordinary.

With the exception
of a scrub tech

with the pace of molasses,
and a resident who--

- Says here the procedure
was delayed...

for a week.

- Yes, there were some
challenges with the scheduling.

But we accommodated.

- Challenges?

- The access surgeons.
They were all booked up.

- I was a nurse for many years
before entering management.

I'm so fluent
in doctor bullshit,

I can whiff it all the way
from Fort Worth.

- [chuckles]

Look, I'm not trying
to cause trouble here,

but I think...

there are some fragile
male egos in this town

that don't like my style.

- [chuckles softly]
You're new here.

It's on you to figure out how
to play nice in the sandbox.

We're invested
in this partnership,

and we need to know
that we can rely on you.

[hip-hop music]

- * Get 'em, girl,
get 'em, girl *

* Get 'em, girl,
get 'em, girl *

* Tell 'em show me the money *

- * Get 'em, Daddy,
get 'em, Daddy *

* Get 'em, Daddy,
get 'em, Daddy *

- * You know
I'm gettin' money *

* Get 'em, girl,
get 'em, girl *

* Get 'em, girl,
get 'em, girl *

* Get 'em, girl,
tell 'em show me the money *

- * Get 'em, Daddy,
get 'em, Daddy *

* Get 'em, Daddy,
get 'em, Daddy *

- Thanks for the mammaries!

[laughs]
Oh!

I miss
those Tennessee girls, bro.

They strip for the love of it.

- We need aggressive expansion.
Name recognition.

Go to the people directly,
then bring them in.

- Come on, man, I brought
you here to cheer you up.

Take your mind off of--
- You fucked up, Jerry.

I relied on you
to bring me new patients.

- And I did!
- Not enough.

- Motherfuck--
you've been mesmerized.

Get her out of your head, bro.

Dump Face I know
wouldn't wig out like this.

They're just jealous,
all those doctors.

That's why they came after you.

You're changing the game,
and they fear your ascendence.

Wait till they find out
you're winning an award.

- Award?
- I told you.

You are the best doc in Dallas.

Might as well make it official.

- * You know
I'm getting money *

* Get 'em, girl,
get 'em, girl *

* Get 'em, girl,
get 'em, girl *

- When are we doing this?
- Yes! That is what I'm saying.

It is in your calendar.
Tomorrow, 9:00 a.m.

Oh, and another thing,
you said a while ago

to tell you when I'm ready
for you to fix my neck.

Well, you need patients
and my neck fuckin' sucks,

so I'm ready.

* *

- You're my friend.
- Fuckin' right I am.

- Some people frown on
that sort of thing,

operating on your friend.

- Well, I ain't breaking up
with you.

If anyone asks, I'll say
this is the U.S. of fuckin' A

and if I got to be cut open,
I want the best.

* *

- And I'm the best.
- Get in there, man.

Work your magic.

- Teamwork makes
the dream work.

- You and I are a team, bro.
- Goddamn right we are.

[basketball thumping]

- Brick.
- [sighs]

What are you doing here?

- Your neighbor got tired of me

banging on your front door,
told me where I could find you.

- Do I want to know
how you found my address?

- [chuckles]
I don't know, do you?

- Huh.

One on one?
- [inhales deeply]

Definitely not.

So this is awkward, but, uh...

You asked about Joe Padua.

[heart monitor beeping]

[chuckles]
He's my pool guy.

- You know him?
- Yeah, he installed my pool.

I see him
every spring and fall.

He's expensive as shit,
but worth it.

- Mm.
- Scalpel.

- It's good to have you here.

- I've got an ALIF in a hour
with O'Connor,

but I should be over and out
by then.

Who's the performing?

- Kirby!
My man!

- [sighs]

[low tense music]

- [muttering]
Christ.

* *

You have to isolate the--

uh, doctor,
that's a nerve, a nerve root.

[patient thumps against table]

[sighs and inhales deeply]

- Double action.

* *

- Dr. Kirby, it's Dr. O'Connor.

- Okay, yeah, five--five
minutes, five more minutes.

* *

I see you've invented a new use
for the double action rongeur.

- Dr. Kirby, I have done
thousands of these.

You can take off.

* *

Trial.

* *

Mallet.

* *

[metallic clanging]

* *

[bone cracks]
Dr. Morgan, cage.

- He says he's going to call
Amy Piel

if you don't
get up there right now.

- Right, right.
Yes, yes.

Just tell him a few seconds,
all right?

- Mallet.

* *

- Need the persuaders now.

- You've got it off midline.
It needs to go to the left.

- Mallet.
- To the left.

The other left.

* *

[metallic clanging]

* *

- These plugs are shit.
I can't get any purchase.

* *

- Dr. Kirby.
- [sighs]

- Dr. Kirby,
thank you for your time.

Dr. O'Connor is pitching
a hissy fit, so...

[bone cracks loudly]
You can run along.

[ominous music]

* *

[metallic clanging
and bone cracking]

* *

[ominous music fades]

- I just came from removing
a sponge from deep inside

the neck of one of
Duntsch's other patients.

Been sewn up in there for days.

- By accident?
- Oh, any other doctor, sure.

But not this one.

And the infection inside
this man was...

he was minutes away
from killing him.

- You mean it?

You mean the infection was
minutes away from killing him?

- [sighs]

Duntsch claimed that
he had found a tumor

inside this man's neck.

He slices into it.

It's his esophagus.

This tonight
was attempted murder.

Nothing less.

Shelley Brennan was murder.

Dorothy Burke was murder.

I played by the rules,
and people died.

If we're gonna do this,
Shughart...

we gotta be all in.

I'm all in.

- I'm not hearing this,
Shughart, not now.

I'm late for a thing.

Gotta grip and grin it
and sing for my supper.

- I've seen enough
to be convinced.

- You came to me,
you asked, I gave.

- Henderson and Kirby
are right.

A plea is not justice served,
it's justice denied.

He needs to be stopped.

- There's a reason
it's never been done.

- Because there's never been
a doctor like Duntsch, never.

- It's a civil case.
- It's not about money.

- It's always about money.

Where are the damn tickets?
- Here.

These people were just trying
to fix their backs, Ed.

- Do me a favor, sit down.

I want to be clear.

You want this,
I'll give you rope.

But I'm not gonna cut you down,
you hear me?

Going after Duntsch publicly
means exposure for Baylor.

- And?
- Baylor is connected.

Members of Baylor's board
make donations.

- You mean for events

like the one
you're attending this evening?

- They don't donate to me,
unfortunately,

but to others we know.

And as your mentor...
- You're my mentor?

[soft dramatic music]

* *

- I'd advise you to focus
on something else.

- He's still operating, Ed.

* *

- Okay.

Okay.

* *

[phones ringing]
- Morning.

[indistinct chatter]

[soft tense music]

* *

[keys clink]

[knock at door]

- Hey.
Tomorrow's the big day.

- Suppose I should
turn in early.

Get a good night's rest.

- As your doctor, I think that
would be the wise thing to do.

[dissonant ominous music]

* *

- I can keep driving.

Say the word.

You don't have to do this.

* *

- He is the best doc in Dallas.

* *

[soft tense music]

[faucet running]

* *

[music intensifies]

* *

- Jerry Summers.

* *

- Calibrating
a few more things,

then we're off to the races.

- Hey, Chris.

I'm the luckiest bastard alive.

* *

- I'm gonna fix you.

* *

[hushed ominous music]

* *