All language subtitles for ER.S15E11.Separation.Anxiety

[theme music]

(female narrator)
Previously on "ER.."

I told you about Keith, right?

- Sarah's dad?
- 'He just snapped.'

I said, "Get the hell out.
You're not my problem anymore."

You know, I turned my
back on my best friend.

I heard you were
looking for me.

I was worried about you.

That means something, you know?

- Alex.
- Did I miss Christmas?

Alex always wanted a dog, and
so, I thought it would be cool--

Tony..

It's over.

Good thinking.

You're blushing.

(Russell)
'So, I was thinking'

about us having a family.

Starting again.

[El train clattering]

[siren wailing]

- Coming through.
- Multiple GSWs to the chest.

- Pulseless when we found him.
- Move out of the way, please.

(Archie)
'Call for O-neg,
prime the infuser.'

- Hey, what you guys got?
- Drug deal turned shootout.

- He got it worst.
- Need help?

- No.
- Sure, jump on.

Alright, he's gonna need
a thoracotomy.

He has no vitals,
it doesn't really make sense.

Alright,
let's open him upfor MRB.

- MRB?
- Maximum resident benefit.

- I know what it is.
- 'It's a good idea.'

Grab the interns,
assign procedures.

So you're just gonna
practice on this guy.

We've done enough
thoracotomies.

We'll be ready
when it matters.

Besides, we could
save his life.

(Archie)
'Open up a tray, please.'

Central line kit and prep
for a chest tube, huh?

- Coming right up.
- Okay.

Maybe we did
the chart wrong.

The timing
could be off.

The book said
that we--

Well, it was
just a month.

We don't need
to do this, you know.

I thought you wanted this.

I mean, we have other options.

There's a lot of kids out
there that need good homes.

I want to have our baby.

So do I.

So, what are
you saying?

Nothing, just trying
to be realistic.

- Hmm.
- Hmm.

So are we crazy even
thinking about this?

Probably.

Why should we let
that stop us?

Hmm? Stranger things
have happened, right?

And you know..

...I so do love trying.

Oh, I bet you do.

Asystole.

Okay, two more liters are in.

- We almost done here?
- We're teaching, Sam.

You're doing procedures
on a dead body.

Yeah, well, the
interns need practice.

You got a problem
with that?

No, but I think there
are some living patients

that could use our help.

Well, feel free
to step outside.

Looks like they're
bringing in three more

GSWs from the shootout.

Why does it feel like we get
gunshot victims every day?

Because we do.

Guns don't kill people.
People kill people.

Hey, that's great about Alex.
I know it's been hard.

- Thank you, Dawn.
- What about Alex?

He's coming home today.

Discharged him?

- When did you find out?
- Couple of days ago.

Jermaine Bennett, 17, abdominal
GSW at the left costal margin.

Please! It hurts so bad!

100/60,
tachy to 120.

You on any medications?

- No!
- 'Any allergies?'

No, man,
where's my brother?

His little
brother Quincy.

Through and through
the right thigh.

How you doing, Quincy?

I'm alright.

Pedal pulse intact.

Okay, Daria, Gates,
go with Sam. Trauma Two.

Alright, let's start him off
on a gram of Cefoxitin.

We use
Cefotetan now.

Alright, yeah, well,
that will work, too.

'Get off of me!'

Yeah, you're gonna
love this one.

She shot the guy
they brought in earlier.

I said don't touch me.

Serena Diaz, graze wound
to the left triceps.

- Good vitals in the field.
- And a real pain in the ass.

Prick! Please, you wish
you'd get some of this.

- Lot of lip on you.
- Shut up, bitch!

- Trauma One's open.
- Looks pretty superficial.

Would you take
these things off me?

'Cause it's not like
I'm going anywhere!

Relax.

Grady, you should take her.

I cannot feel my arm!

Do I have to?

[theme music]

Anastasia Johnson, 13 years old,
sickle cell disease.

Has had abdominal
pain since yesterday.

Any fever?

No, uh, her CBC and her chest
x-ray are still pending.

Okay, um, does this feel like
your usual sickle crisis pain?

No, this hurts more.

Start with 10 IV morphine.
Titrate up from there.

Isn't that kind of a big
dosage for a 13-year-old?

Not for a sickler with pain.

Aren't you worried
about addiction?

Would you withhold morphine
from a cancer patient?

Exactly.

You guys are going
to admit me, aren't you?

Not sure yet.

- I always get admitted.
- Does it hurt here?

Ow!
Yeah!

Get a right
upper quadrant ultrasound.

Do you think I'll be
out by next week?

Well, you might not
have to stay.

[phone ringing]

But if I do,
do you think

I'll be out by
next Saturday?

Why?
What's next Saturday?

I'm going to New York
to meet Yo-Yo Ma.

The cellist?

I baked cupcakes
for three days

straight and sold every one.

Wow.

And I haven't touched
my allowance in months.

Airfare's expensive.

You're paying
your own way?

'You must be a big fan.'

I'm not just a fan.

It's my destiny to meet

and someday perform
with the great Mr. Ma.

[phone ringing]

Know what? I'm sorry.

Uh, this is new, and I haven't
figured out how to mute it yet.

Want me to fix
that for you?

My dad has
the same phone.

- Would you?
- Mm-hmm.

[whispers]
Thank you.

At your age,
the chance of conceiving

on your own and carrying
a pregnancy to term

is about one percent
per cycle.

It's not great odds.

Um, what about in vitro?

It's a long shot.

So is one percent
per cycle.

[laughing]
It's an expensive long shot.

But possible?

How does your husband
feel about this?

It's something we both want.
We're in it together.

Alright, well...I would
need an FSH level

to look at your
ovarian responsiveness

as well as an estradiol
and prolactin.

Okay.

Can you stop by the, uh,
outpatient lab today?

I'll write up a slip.

Or...if you have the time

I could do a quick
blood draw right now.

I'm not on for half an hour.

Um, any chance you can just hold
still while I check you out?

Alright, so how did
this happen, Quincy?

I don't know.

The guy just
started shooting.

Posterior tibial
and DP sound good.

Is my brother okay?

Um, let me check
on him for you.

A gram of Ancef and
update his tetanus.

- 'Okay.'
- Thanks.

A small amount of fluid
in the subdiaphragmatic space.

Check the
spleno-renal recess.

Distal neuro-vascular's intact
on the thigh wound.

- Vitals are stable.
- Get a CT angio.

It's a little close
to the femoral artery.

That don't even
hurt no more.

- That's the morphine.
- 'Systolic's up to 120.'

Well, looks like you're not
gonna need surgery, Jermaine.

Where is my
brother at, man?

- This room over there.
- D-five half at 100 an hour.

Yo, Quince.

- You alright in there, man?
- Yeah.

Nothing to worry
about, little man.

- You just chill out, okay?
- 'Alright.'

He wouldn't be here
if you didn't

have him out selling drugs.

When did I ask you?

(Daria)
'Good breath sounds
bilaterally.'

Sam, how's
the HemoCue?

I'm doing it right now.

You know, you could
have told me about Alex.

'I was worried,
you know that.'

How would I know that?

HemoCue's 13.2.

Okay, set up the rapid
infuser to be safe.

Ours is out being serviced.
I'll go grab it from the OR.

Alright, you know what?
We need to uncuff him.

We got to get some
work done here.

That really necessary?

Yeah, it's really necessary.

We should have results
by the end of the day.

That soon?

I have friends
in the lab.

Janet, I..
thank you.

Don't thank me yet.
We'll talk later.

Excuse me.

(Samantha)
'Oh, hold that.'

[whispers]
Thank you.

- Oh, hi, Dr. Banfield.
- Sam.

Got three GSWs.
Drug deal gone bad.

Just in time
to start my shift.

[chuckling]

Oh, how is your,
uh, boy doing?

He's better.
Thanks.

He's coming home today.

You must be relieved.

Yeah. You can say that again.

[grunts]
I just gave blood.

- Get off of me.
- I need to examine you.

You're not gonna examine
nothing. Get off of me!

Lady, come on now.

Nobody touches me,
you hear me?

Hey, Jermaine, you and your
stupid-ass little brother

better come up with
five grand or you're dead!

Ma'am, please.

Get the hell away from me.

- No rebound or guarding.
- Repeat CBC in an hour.

Dr. Morris, may
I please join you?

Why, you can't
handle your patient?

She's...a lot.

One crazy bitch
is what she is.

Fine, go clear
some patients.

Infuser's primed
if you need it.

This one going to the OR?

- Maybe.
- No.

Uh, Dr. Rasgotra?

Probably doesn't need an ex lap,
but we'll wait on the belly CT.

- Who's next-door?
- Little brother.

Stable lower
extremity wound.

But we have to rule out
vascular injury.

Um, do you want me
to present the findings?

I-I got it.

- What's his name?
- Quincy.

Hi, Quincy.
How are you doing?

Fine.

- Any pain in this leg?
- No.

Quincy, we need
to call your parents.

Do you know how we
can reach them?

Are they at home?
At work?

Is Jermaine alright?

Well, we're working hard
to make sure that he is.

Look honey, I know it's really
scary, but it's important.

Do you know how we
can find your parents?

They're dead.
They're both dead.

I'll be right back.

Pressure's down
to 60 systolic.

- Tachin' away at 120.
- Two units on the infuser.

Sonosite again, he may have
opened up his spleen.

- 'CT can take him.'
- You seeing more blood?

- Can't tell.
- 'Bradying down.'

(Daria)
'Oh, I'll get the crash cart.'

You missed the decreased
breath sounds on left.

Bullet went through
the chest, not the abdomen.

Tracheal shift
and elevated neck veins.

Tension pneumo.

Heart rate's coming up.

So's the BP.

Open up a chest tube tray,
32 French.

You want
some help with that?

I think I can handle it.

[Jermaine groaning]

Man, get that off me.
Man, what you doing!

Some pressure here.

[screams]

- Got your oh-silk.
- Trachea's midline.

Good breath sounds
on the left.

Where'd Quincy go?

He's getting an x-ray to make
sure his leg's okay.

Sats are up to 98.

Oh, man,
I can't believe this!

What, that you got shot
doing a drug deal?

Occupational hazard.

Alright, keep him
at five liters.

Ready for dressing.

We're out of Xeroform.
I'll be right back.

- Is this Jermaine Bennett?
- I'm Dr. Banfield.

Detective Reitz. I need
to ask him a few questions.

I ain't got
no answers for you.

Oh, is that right?

Probably not a good call,
Jermaine.

Okay, I guess I'll see
you at the arraignment.

How soon till
we can move him?

He still has to do a CT.
And he may need surgery.

- I'll let you know.
- Okay. Hey.

Have yourself a nice day,
Jermaine.

Elastoplast
and bandage scissors.

Dr. Gates, you should go.
You were off an hour ago.

Oh, thank you.

Another ABG in 20, please.

I'm going to be right back,
Dr. Banfield.

- Uh, hey, Tony.
- Huh?

- Tony, is everything okay?
- Yeah, why?

I don't know,
I was just...just wondering.

I'm fine.

So, uh, is this how it's
going to be from now on?

- What?
- You and me?

Is this
how it's going to be?

Tony, I really
don't want to have

this conversation
right now, please.

Sam, I apologize.

I take full responsibility.

You taking responsibility
now doesn't change anything.

You put my kid in the ICU.

Alright, so how
long are you planning

on being pissed off at me?

You know, I don't know.
Okay?

- This is not easy for me.
- Alright, fine.

I just shouldn't have to put up
with this while I'm working.

- You see, that's your problem.
- What?

How is any of this about you?

You giving me crap,
that makes it about me.

You know, you have no idea
what I've been going through.

That's because you
don't tell me, Sam.

Why would I tell you?
You don't listen!

- What is that supposed to mean?
- Never mind.

I am not going
to do this right now.

Okay? Please?

Please.

Alright, Sam.

It doesn't
have to be like this.

Look, what happened
was horrible.

But Sarah and Alex
are going to be okay.

A girl died, Tony.

And my kid came
pretty close.

That is not okay.

You know what?

You do you..

...and I'll do me.

And we'll just go
our separate ways, okay?

She needs a good exam. There's
risk of a neuro-vascular injury.

She's very intimidating.

Well, you've got to learn

how to deal with
a difficult patient.

She threatened
to kill me, Dr. Morris.

My family, my friends,
my dog, too.

I don't even have a dog.

How has she been?

- Pretty quiet.
- For a change.

Alright, kid,
watch and learn.

- Ma'am, we need to examine you.
- You're not touching me.

You could have an injury
to a blood vessel

a nerve in your arm..

- So?
- You need a full examination.

You touch me without consent

after I beat your ass,
I'm-a sue you for assault.

- Listen, ma'am--
- Damn it! No.

What, I got to spell it
out for you jerk-offs?

Go away!

I am totally learning.

Hey, Tony!

Hey!

I thought maybe you
weren't coming.

Oh, no, sorry.
I got stuck at work.

- How are the new digs?
- Oh, it's kind of a dump.

Beats the hell out of
sleeping in the park, though.

[chuckles]

"Johns Hopkins"?

- You leaving us?
- Frank.

This is my turf.

I don't come up to the OR

messing around with your stuff.

(Tracy)
Are you going
to Johns Hopkins?

No. I'm just looking
at a program.

Johns Hopkins?
Who's going to Johns Hopkins?

- Dr. Rasgotra.
- I'm just looking.

"Pediatric surgery"?

Yeah, I'm thinking about
sub-specialties.

Oh, you should talk
to Dr. Banfield.

- I'd rather not.
- She went to med school there.

Ultrasound results
for Anastasia Johnson.

Oh, gallstones
with wall thickening

and pericholecystic fluid.

Cholecystitis,
I'll talk to her.

Apparently, he jumped the
divider. Hit them head on.

Dr. Banfield, Dr. Coburn
called for you earlier.

- How much earlier?
- Ah, maybe 20 minutes.

Their parents, driver of the
other car killed instantly.

Oh, God..

So, for the last two years

Jermaine's been in a group home

and Quincy has been
in one, two, three, four

different foster homes.

Apparently he keeps running
away, travels half way

across the city
just to see his brother.

Mm, so what now?

Jermaine's
in police custody.

And Quincy's
foster mom told me

to give him bus fare,
send him home.

What?

She's got three
kids of her own

and a full-time job.

I'm going to go find him a ride.
Keep me posted on his brother.

[whispers]
Alright.

Uh, Dr. Banfield, I need you
to sign off on my Bell's Palsy.

Okay.

And my broken ankle lady.

Dr. Martin, will there
be anything else?

Yes, yes, uh...yes,
Dr. Coburn. Cate Banfield.

Oh, uh, yes, of course.

Um, the PID patient
got cefoxitin and doxycycline.

We sent her up to the GYN floor.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah. Anything else?

Yeah, I understand.

No. No...hurry at all.

[clears throat]

Hi. How are you feeling?

Much better, thanks.

Can I get you anything?

You're admitting me,
aren't you?

Yes, you have an infection
in your gall bladder

and you'll need IV
antibiotics for a while.

I knew it.

I'm sorry about New York.

[sighs]
I'll catch him
in San Francisco.

Going to need some
new cupcake recipes.

- Oh, and I fixed your phone.
- Oh, thank you.

I downloaded some
ringtones, a couple games

and also this cool
koi pond thing.

Koi pond. Great.

Oh, and you got a text
from somebody named Ray.

- And, girl, he is cute.
- Wait, what?

I had him send
a picture.

Don't worry, I told
him it was for

whenever he called,
it would show up.

I'm sorry.
I hope you're not mad.

I couldn't resist.

What exactly did you text him?

I told him..

I mean, you were thinking
about him, too.

He said he was
thinking about me?

Well, look at you!

You clean up nice, man.

Suit's a little big,
but, uh, it looks good.

Looks like I'm getting
married or something.

Well, let's get you a job first,
then we'll get you girl, huh?

Dude in my squad used
to carry around a picture

of him and his wife
on their wedding day.

He was wearing a suit
just like this.

19 years old and married,
you believe that?

Carson.

- Let's see..
- Teddy Carson.

He used to brag
about how he waited

to have sex
until they got married.

High school sweethearts,
the whole nine, you know?

But he actually waited.

Guys used to clown
on him about that.

[wheezing laughter]

Espec-especially Montoya.

God..

God..

Used to carry that
picture everywhere.

BP 122/77,
pulse 90, satting at 98.

Hey, what's,
what's all that mean?

You're stable.

CT's negative
for bleeding in the belly.

Really? I thought it was
an abdominal entrance wound.

When he was shot, he must've
been taking a breath in.

Only damage
to the chest and lungs.

How long y'all keep
this old garden hose in me?

Two, maybe three days.

[clicks tongue]

Man.

Man, when they bringing
Quincy back?

Oh, he's back.

He's what..
Can I see him?

I don't think they
let minors visit inmates.

But don't worry, you're
teaching him young.

You two might get
to share a cell someday.

It's not like that.
He's a good kid.

Looks to me like
he takes after his big brother.

[chuckles]
He ain't nothing like me.

Except for today.

Look, I do what I do so
he don't have to, alright?

Well, you could get
a real job, you know.

- Oh, "a real job"?
- Mm-hmm.

[chuckles]

What, flipping burgers?

Huh? Bussing tables?

Why not?

Could you make it on that?

I'm saving up for a nice place
in a nice neighborhood.

I'm gonna turn 18,
file for custody

and make sure he go
to a good school.

"Custody"? Not in prison.

And when you get out,
he'll be grown.

You want to do
what's best for him?

Cooperate with the police
and keep your ass out of jail.

Cooperate?
Man, you must be crazy.

You know what would happen
to me if I snitch?

Oh, you going to give
it another try?

Part of the job, boys.

Be our guest.

Oh, my God, not again!
Gee..

- You need an exam.
- I got rights.

Well, technically, you're
in police custody, okay?

So, you-you either
consent to an exam

or I get ten cops in here
and make you consent.

Come on.

You could have
long-term damage.

[sighs]

Look down my shirt.

I'm sorry?

Underneath my bra, look.

Look.

I'm a cop.

Your radial pulse is intact.

Good cap refill.

That means you didn't
injure any blood vessels.

- You feel that here?
- Mm-hmm.

- How about here?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, squeeze
my fingers.

You know, they should
come in and uncuff you.

This is Chicago, sweetie.

You can't trust anyone,
especially the cops.

They don't know
about you?

It's a narcotics assignment.

Just my supervisor,
his supervisor

and the chief of police know.

And, well, now you know.

Oh.

Okay, bend your wrist
back for me.

Now, push against
my hand.

So...so you're, like,
in deep cover?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.

How long you
been under?

Five months, 23 days.

Wow.

What?

Nothing. Nothing.

Okay, let's, uh..

...let's see how
strong you are here.

- Okay.
- Alright.

There you go.

[grunts]

[groans]
Hm!

How are those kids
I came in with?

Uh, both okay.
For now.

Jermaine pisses me off.

He's smart,
he could be something.

I just can't find a way
to get him out of this life

without blowing my cover.

You know, those kids..

You can't blame
yourself for that.

He came out of nowhere.

Me and Jermaine,
we're doing this deal.

All of a sudden,
a guy pulls a gun on us.

Next thing I know

Jermaine's little brother
is running up, screaming

and this son of bitch,
he shoots at him.

I hit him three times,
right in the chest

and I don't even remember
grabbing my gun.

That was the kid
they brought in this morning.

Hey, you know, you did,
you did what you had to do.

You know, things I've seen
doing this job

you wouldn't believe it.

But who shoots a little kid?

All for a backpack full of blow.

Must be hard.

Always-always pretending
to be somebody else.

Hey, you got a career
out in Hollywood

if this whole narc thing
doesn't work out.

[laughing]

My real name is Claudia.

Archie.

Mm-mm.

No pericardial effusion.

Any pain
in your belly?

No, it's just my chest.

Try a mig of Dilaudid.

Your brother's CT
is negative

for any internal damage
to his leg.

I think he's going
to be fine.

[sighing]
Thank you.

[sighs]
Oh, man.

Little dude was so scared,
all that blood, you know?

I just hate
to see him scared.

I tell him
all the time, he..

...he can be brave,
not scared.

- Heart rate's up.
- IV infiltrated.

He hasn't been
getting fluids.

Alright, what
about the other side?

Antecubital blew.

Okay, I'll do
a subclavian.

What's happening to me? What's
happening? What's happening?

Alright, I need to put an IV in
the vein under your collarbone.

A little burning
here, Jermaine.

Introducer needle.

[grunting]
Am I going to be alright?

- Keep still.
- Huh?

BP's 110/70.

Another two
of morphine.

Hi, you must be mom.
I'm Dr. Rasgotra.

Sheila Johnson.

Hi. How you feeling, Ana?

Not too bad. Except tickets
to San Francisco are 600 bucks.

So she has an infection
in her gall bladder

and we're admitting her
to the surgical service.

She needs surgery?

We'll treat with antibiotics

for a few days until
the infection

cools off and then we'll
remove her gall bladder.

I'm so sorry, baby.

I hate this.

I miss everything.

What do we always say?

"Strongest trees in the forest."

That's right.

"The strongest trees
in the forest

can withstand
the strongest winds."

'It's one of her
grandmother's sayings.'

She's got, like, a thousand.

It's nice. I like it.

So, Mrs. Johnson, if you'd like
to sign the admission forms now

Dawn can take you.

Sure thing. Right this way.

I'll be back in a flash.

So, do you have
any questions?

Yeah. Why did I have
to get sickle cell?

I'm sorry.

I just want to see Yo-Yo Ma.

Is that asking too much?

No. It's not.

He's playing Mozart's
cello sonatas.

Mozart barely wrote
anything for the cello.

All my friends go see
the dumb Jonas Brothers

'and I can't catch a break?'

You know, you have
every right to be upset.

I'd be upset, too.

I wish there was
something I could do.

Hmph! Give me a new gall bladder
and get me the heck out of here.

I put some more stuff
on your phone.

Thanks.

- And you got another text.
- From Ray?

From some other guy
named Simon Brenner.

From Australia.

And, girl, he's cute, too!

Uh, I thought we agreed
no more texts.

We agreed no more
texts to Ray.

So..

...does he have
an accent?

I knew it.

I love accents.

You're a total player, huh?

Catheter's in.
Okay. Go.

How's the chest
tube output?

Less than a hundred.

Alright, I think we just
got behind on the fluids.

Heart rate's down to 90.

Pressure's up to 112/78.

Put a dressing on this.

Uh, repeat CBC and chest.

[mumbling]
What happened?

What...what happened?

What are...what are
you guys doing?

You were sick because you
weren't getting enough fluids.

We filled up your tank
with two liters.

Detective!

Yeah, how can I
help you, doc?

Jermaine Bennett.

You should try talking
to him again.

- I got a feeling about him.
- A feeling?

- Yeah.
- You mind elaborating?

(Cate)
'I see a lot of knucklehead
kids come through here.'

He's, uh...

...he's different.

No, he's pretty clear,
he's got nothing to say.

Uh, just talk to him again.

It's a waste of time.

Just, just try.

Dr. Coburn!

Cate, hi.

- Glad I caught you.
- Yeah.

Oh, you know what?
We should really talk tomorrow.

I have got an
appointment downtown.

- I got to be back in one hour.
- Janet, please.

Okay.

Uh..

Alright.

Your labs..

...they show that your estradiol
and prolactin are fine.

- Mm-hmm.
- But your FSH is 13.5.

It means your
ovaries aren't--

Yeah, I know what it means.

So the chances of IVF
being successful are--

No, not good.

With your own egg, the chances
are approaching zero.

But they're not
actually zero.

Well, many fertility clinics
won't even attempt

IVF on someone whose
FSH is that high.

It-it wouldn't be ethical
for them to take your money.

Money's not the problem.

Okay, but, then consider

how you want to spend it.

I mean, adoption,
surrogacy

egg donation,
those things cost, too.

Yeah, well,
what if I wanted to try?

Well, I couldn't recommend it.

Oh, would you help me?

I wouldn't be
comfortable with that.

I am sorry.
I know that it's rough.

But you do have
alternatives.

There are other ways
to have a family.

[pager beeps]

[Cate sighing]

Ceftriaxone and metronidazole
have been given.

We're headed up.

Not much of a selection
at the gift shop.

Oh, my God! Mozart!

- Thanks, Neela.
- No problem.

I'll be up later
to check on you.

Another two of morphine
when she gets settled.

Hey, you get
any texts lately?

Uh, she's a handful, this one.

Oh, I see you've
met my daughter.

[laughing]

(Max)
'She's taking the bus
up next week.'

Haven't seen her since
before I shipped out.

Three years.
She's going to cry.

Yeah, well, that's what moms
do when they're happy.

Hey, remember, Tuesday,
2 o' clock, right?

- Dr. Grasso.
- That's right.

- Second floor.
- Yeah, she's great.

If you have any problem
with your meds

you need refills,
get a hold of me, okay?

I don't know how
to thank you.

Not necessary.

I need one more favor.

Hm?

- It's Jake.
- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I'll drop him off
when I have time.

No, they don't
allow dogs here.

I was hoping maybe
you could hold onto him

for a little longer.

Really?

If you could.

Yeah.
Yeah, I could.

I'm sort of, uh..

I'm sort of getting
used to him.

I appreciate it.

It's been weird
being alone.

I don't mind
being on my own

but totally alone
gets hard, you know?

I can imagine.

Now, this, this is me.

Hey, uh...here.

- I want you to have this.
- Ah, come on, no.

Take it.
You deserve it.

Open it later.

I'll see you around.

I'll see you around.

Hey, make sure you give
Jake some bacon.

'He loves bacon.'

And-and chicken, too.

I'll remember that.

- How's he doing?
- Hungry.

I'm gonna go upstairs
and grab him a sandwich.

He keeps asking
to see his brother.

- Hello, Quincy, how are you?
- Fine.

Getting the hang
of those crutches?

Yeah. It's easy.

You know, we're keeping
an eye on your brother.

He seems to
be doing okay.

I'm not leaving
until I see him.

You miss him pretty bad, huh?

You know, I hear
you run away a lot.

I ran away once.

You?
You're a grown-up.

Well, sometimes we get
so sad, we get angry.

We run away, too.

I only do it
to see my brother.

Foster home sucks.

What do you guys
do together?

Everything.
Play ball, video games.

- Do homework.
- Homework?

Jermaine hates it
when I don't do my homework.

Quincy, Jermaine
broke the law.

Put you in a very
dangerous situation.

It's not like that.

He told me to go home,
but I didn't.

But that doesn't make
what he did okay.

- You don't get it.
- No, I don't.

Why don't you explain it to me?

- He doesn't do that stuff.
- Well, he did today.

- You saw for yourself.
- No.

My parents worked all the time.

It was always
just him and me.

He picked me up at school,
cooked dinner..

Quincy, you know, sometimes
the truth hurts so bad

we don't want to
believe certain things.

He's not a drug dealer.

The police say he is.

Whatever.

When do I get to see him?

[whispering]
Hi.

How are you feeling?

[whispering]
Good.

Why are you whispering?

No, no, I'm being
inconspicuous.

Ah.

- It's not working.
- No?

- Mm-mm.
- Alright.

[laughing]

So you've, uh,
you've been cleared.

You're healthy
as a horse.

How's Jermaine
and his little brother?

Jermaine is stable.

He's getting admitted
for observation.

Quincy'll be on
crutches for a while

but he's going home today.

- See? It's all good.
- Hmm.

Hey, can I ask
you something?

Your family..
They know about you?

They know I'm a cop,
but not about this.

My mother would kill me.

She already thinks
it's too dangerous.

And...how about
your husband?

Does he know?

I'm not married.

Boyfriend?

I don't have one.

Wow.

Why do you keep
saying that?

No reason.

I have to say goodbye
to you now.

No.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay.

My supervisor's coming in
to take me back into custody.

You know, the show must go on.

Nobody knows you know.
I broke protocol when--

Shh..

I'll take it
to the grave.

Ugh.

Shut up and stop
touching me, Opie.

Make sure you
keep this dry.

- Sorry about this one, Doc.
- Oh, you know what?

Don't sweat it, man,
we get this kind all the time.

You got some mouth on you.
You know that?

Little time in the pokey ought
to do you some good.

Get her out
of my sight.

I appreciate
everything you did here.

Oh, it's just another
day in the life.

Hey, you be
careful out there.

And you! Big attitude
adjustment! Big one!

[spitting]

Punk ass.

Where's the ladies' room?
I got to take a piss.

Come on.

Really making headway
with that one.

I'm taking notes.

Check with Frank, see if ICU
has a bed ready for him.

So how am I doing, doc?

Uh, you don't seem
to be bleeding internally.

I guess that's
good, right?

You're going
to the intensive care unit

and while you're up there

you're going to talk
to the police.

Man, what is your problem?

I already told you
I'm not about to go up there

and start snitching on nobody.

And you are going to tell

them everything
that you know.

Oh, I, oh, I..

[laughs]

Boy, you think
this is funny?

Go ahead and laugh.

[laughing]

Laugh your dumb ass all
the way to the penitentiary.

You want to know why you're
going to tell them everything?

Come on.

Yo, Quince.

What's up?
How you doing?

I'm alright.

He's why.

(Cate)
You want to raise him,
do what's best for him?

Then set an example
and cooperate.

You know what?
It's fine.

Don't worry about me.
I'm good.

Yeah.

No, I'm..
Yeah, I'm sure.

I'm totally sure.

You go have fun
with your friends

and I'll pick you up
in the morning, okay?

I promise.

Okay.

Hey, Sarah..

...I love you, okay?

I love you more.

[whispers]
Bye.

Charlie.

[Death Cab For Cutie
singing "Grapevine Fires"]

* Before we all burn **

I was called down
for a consult.

- Where's the patient?
- I'm right here.

- I want to try IVF.
- What?

Will you please help me?

Alright, you called me down
for a consult on yourself?

Well, I couldn't
leave the floor

and I want
to try in vitro.

This may be
my last chance.

I told you I'm not
comfortable with it.

I know it's only a small chance,
but it's a chance.

Yes, but hormone treatments
have risks, polyps, fibroids.

Do you really want to put
your body through all that?

I have to give it a try.

Even though failure is
the most likely outcome?

If it doesn't work,
I'll move on, but one try.

Let me think about it.

But I'm not promising
anything, okay?

I'll call you.

[phone ringing]

(Samantha on answering machine)
'Hi, this is Sam.'

'I can't get to my phone,
so leave a message.'

Hey, Sam, it's Tony.

Um, I just wanted to say

that I'm really happy
that Alex is home

and that he's okay
and, uh, um..

...uh, that I want you
to tell him that I said hi.

And, um..

...that I'll see
you soon, I hope.

Goodbye.

Tony! Hey.

Daria.

- Top of the morning to you.
- How are you?

- Top of the evening to you.
- Are you working?

[laughing]
Are you working?

No, no, no, I have
a few days off.

- Actually, I'm drinking.
- Oh, how's that going?

It's good, it's going good.
I'm having a good day.

- I...I did something good.
- Really?

Which I thought would make
me feel better, but..

See, I had this,
uh...my best friend died.

And my kid, she never..

Never mind.

- How are you?
- I'm fine.

[chuckles]

Why are you looking
at me like that?

And I'm...and
you know what?

I'm trouble.

[chuckling]
I'm trouble.

Everything I touch turns to..

But..

...you know, if you...if you
want to come home with me

no strings attached

just for one night,
we could..

We should have Quincy moved
by the end of the week.

That's great.

And Jermaine's still

upstairs with the police.

He must be telling 'em
something.

It's been a while.
I'll keep you posted.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Hey, what are
you doing here?

Taking you on a date.

What?

I have reservations at
your favorite, Mia Francesca.

What's the occasion?

Pretty soon, we may not
have time to go out.

And you know,
I thought I might get lucky

since we're trying
and all.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Come on, let's talk
about it at dinner.

I'm starving.

[theme music]