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- Previously on The Resident...
- Tell me about your mom.

- Nic.
- Mom or Dad, you pick.

Parents split, my dad
kept me from my mom.

And then she passed away,
you know that.

The love of my life
turned out to be

a psychopathic doctor
who poisoned her own patients.

Come on, Bell, we all know

you're the most eligible
bachelor.

- Jessie.
- I screwed up.

- Look at me, what did you take?
- What's going on?

My sister. She OD'd on oxy.

- She could've died.
- Eight months clean.

Happiest I've been in forever.

Just like that
I threw it all away.

We got to get you better
for good this time.

Whatever it takes.

I'm such a liability.

Trick or treat!

Trick or treat.

Trick or treat.

Please.

Aah!

God.

Please, no.

No!

- No, no!
- She's having an episode.

What's her name?

Laurie Dante.

- Can you hear me?
- Laurie, you're okay.

Two of Lorazepam I-M
for sedation. Go, go.

She must have dozed off.

She said she hadn't slept
in days.

Make them stop.
All right, Laurie,

Laurie.
You're okay. You're safe.

Hey. Laurie.

You're in the hospital.

We'll take care of you, okay?

Let's admit her
to the fifth floor.

- And page Conrad, stat.
- Okay.

Guess what this is?

I know what that is.

Yeah, but have you ever
tasted it...

The chocolate, caramel, nougat?

You're hilarious.

Let's break some rules,
Conrad Hawkins.

After all, it is Halloween.

I'm listening.

Get a resident to cover for you.

Pick a costume.

I'm thinking something from
the Marvel universe.

Come to Mina's party.

And I can't believe
I'm gonna say this,

but eat a bunch of candy
with me.

That sounds scary.

And amazing.

I wish I could,

but I can't.

We're understaffed.
It's Halloween night.

You know how crazy it can get.

- Are you waiting for someone?
- My dad.

I was supposed to meet him
before work 45 minutes ago.

That's strange. Maybe he forgot.

Yeah. Very strange.
He never forgets. Anything.

Go.

Get out of here.

Have enough fun for both of us.

I plan on it.

Happy Halloween.

I admitted Laurie Dante.

Nightmare girl with
the psychotic breaks?

Yep.

How is she?

She's scared.

Conrad's on his way.

Good. I'm off for the night.

The place is all yours.

First Halloween in the ER.
Enjoy.

What are these?

Costumes. For Mina's party.

I have backups on hand

because Mina must approve before
she lets you in the door.

Last year I got rejected.

Twice. But not this year, baby.

This year, I'm money.

What are you gonna be?

Werewolf.

Good luck, buddy.

Concussion. Needs observation
for another four hours.

I got it.

Vampire in two should have stuck
to drinking blood.

Hang two liters of saline
and discharge

when he can count backwards
from ten.

You suck for taking tonight off
and leaving me here

with the most juvenile
med student in history.

I can't argue with you on that
one, but here's the good news

Halloween is a notoriously
slow night in the ER.

You're a terrible liar.
Now leave, please.

Hey, right arm for reattachment.

Patient is still
trapped in his vehicle.

We have to get back to scene.
Dr. Feldman has the details.

- Thank you.
- You knew about this?

The call might have come in
about 15 minutes ago.

I thought it would be
a fun surprise.

You know, trick or treat?

Let's get this arm on ice.

Hold down the fort, Pravesh.

Keep that arm viable
for reattachment.

Girlfriends?

They're cool. I got one myself.

Isn't that your name?

Yeah. What?

I cannot believe that you made
these by yourself.

Well, when you don't leave
the house very often,

you look for things to do.

How long has it been?

Since I've had a wild night out

or since I got sober?

I'm kidding.

Four weeks rehab.

Two weeks sober living.

One week on your couch.

- Well, I am proud of you.
- Thank you.

And thanks for inviting me
tonight. I'm really excited.

Are you kidding me?
The costume's at Mina's

Halloween parties are legendary.

Everybody should experience it
at least once.

Well, I know you're worried
about me staying

son the straight and narrow,
but I just want to say,

I'm not just doing this
for me anymore,

I'm staying clean
for both of us. Okay?

I'm not worried.
Do I look worried?

Yeah, you have like a resting
worried face.

Laurie, I'm Dr. Conrad Hawkins.

I'm here to help, okay?

I'm really sorry.

This is embarrassing, actually.
I-I just have bad dreams.

You have people
who need you. I...

I'm not even sure I should have
come in. I'm-I'm fine.

Laurie, I'm happy you're here,

because I'd like to make sure
it's nothing serious.

Sound like a plan?

All right, tell me.

When'd you started having
these episodes?

Couple weeks ago.

I figured they'd just go away,
but they keep happening.

Getting more intense.

Now...

I'm afraid to fall asleep.

Go ahead...

Tell me to go home, that
there's nothing wrong with me.

It's exactly what the other
three doctors said.

Actually, women under 35 are
the most misdiagnosed subset

of patients in the country,
so, no,

I don't want to tell you that.

Whatever you're experiencing
is taking a toll on you.

That's very clear.

Dang it.

I'm sorry.

Sorry, I don't know
why I'm crying.

Because you're scared.

Laurie, just tell me everything.

Where you work.
The medications you're on.

Don't leave anything out.

The smallest of things
can lead me to a diagnosis.

No meds.

I don't have a regular job.

I... nanny for a family
in Inman Park.

- There's nothing wrong with that.
- Says you.

My family hates the whole idea.

We have a farm near Statesboro.

They didn't want me
moving to Atlanta.

They think I'm gonna get into
trouble in the big city.

We don't talk much anymore.

Actually, we don't talk at all.

That sounds difficult. That must
put a lot of stress on you.

They're wrong.

I can handle it.

I'm gonna run some tests...
Blood panel,

lumbar puncture, MRI.

We're gonna get to the bottom
of this together.

What would cause a website
not to load on my computer?

The hospital server blocks porn.

I'm the CEO of the hospital.

I don't look at porn.

Everyone looks at porn.

I'm not watching porn.

Right, 'cause it's blocked.

Remind me why I hired you?

'Cause your last assistant quit

and my dad is Zip Betournay.

He owns the Crystal Springs
Golf Club.

Pretty sure he jumped you
to the top

of the wait-list to get in.

That was rhetorical.

There is nothing abnormal,
is there?

Radiologist will have to give
the final read,

but it looks that way.

- Have transpo take her to her room.
- Okay.

Dad.

I'm sorry I missed you earlier.

I had some business
to attend to.

At 900 at night?

Can I make it up to you?
I'll swing by Chastain later.

I'm on a shift.

Could be a long one.

Of course.

I understand.

- Where are you taking me?
- It's gonna be okay.

- Let me out of here.
- I got to go. I'll find you.

I'm gonna take you
to your room, okay?

No t-take me out
of this building!

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
what's the problem?

She wants to get discharged.

You can't keep me here
against my will.

Laurie, we talked about this.
I need to run some more tests

so we can figure out
what's wrong.

Who are you?

I'm your doctor.

No.

My doctor is Conrad Hawkins.

I just talked to him.

I've never met you before
in my life.

Pravesh, I got a page
about a reattachment surgery...

A delicate operation
that demands my unique skills.

Where's the arm?

I'm keeping it cool on ice.

Good. I'll start
its admission process.

But you can't admit an arm.

It's not alive.
It doesn't have insurance.

Doesn't have a name.

Okay, I'll give it a name.
Clyde.

Clyde?
That's the best you can do?

Well, it's uninspired,
but whatever.

When I reattach Clyde
to the patient,

it will be both alive
and insured.

All right.

I don't know who did that.

It wasn't me.

Relax.
Clyde has a sense of humor.

I approve.

Okay.

- You look amazing.
- Thank you.

And you look...

homemade.

That's a good thing, right?

- She's very hard to read.
- Yeah.

A-minus.

- B-minus for effort.
- B-minus?

Plus, I like you both.
You may enter.

Damn it.

Hello. I'm a sucker
for a man in leopard skin.

You know, for a bunch of doctors

and nurses, I thought
this party would be...

- Tame?
- No offense.

No, nothing I do is tame.

The prescription drugs
that you have for your clinic...

Are they
in the apartment tonight?

Please give me some credit.
I'm not a fool.

Perhaps you should
let go of Kitty's leash.

If you really are Dr. Hawkins,
why can't I recognize you?

It's called Capgras syndrome.
It's very rare.

People see a familiar face, but
the emotional charge necessary

for recognition is lost.

It's lost because the area
in the brain

that controls emotions has
some sort of disconnect there.

And that disconnect
is telling you

that you are seeing an imposter
when you really aren't.

But why is it happening?

There's a number
of possible causes.

Earlier, you told me
not to hold back.

So you do the same.

Just tell me the truth.

Do you have any family history
of schizophrenia?

God.

My cousin was schizophrenic.

H-He heard voices.
He couldn't take it.

He jumped off
the Jackson Street Bridge

- two years ago.
- Slow down. Hey, hey, hey.

There is a lot of ground
to cover between where we are

right now and diagnosing
what's really going on.

I've paged a neurologist.

He will be here very soon,

and he will walk us
through everything.

What a noob.

Lag. Lag. Why is it lagging?
Okay...

Clear out your desk.

It's your first and last day.

Wait, no, are... R-Really?

This is called a job.

You may not be familiar
with jobs.

They usually entail work.

You've done no work.

You can break the news
to your dad.

I'll find myself a new club.

I get fired, he kills me.
For real.

Well, that's something for you
to consider in your next job.

If you ever get one.

I can hook you up.

- Excuse me?
- I've seen you

swiping right all day.

I can find you
a smoking hot date, tonight.

Have you lost your mind?

Look, just hear me out.

I match people together, okay?

It's a thing I do.
I have no skills

in life whatsoever
except for my ability

to put man and woman together.

Sometimes man and man,
sometimes lady and lady.

All types. Last-minute.

Short-term, long-term, whatever.

It's a gift that I have,
and it's a gift

that I can give to you tonight.

This is painfully inappropriate.

Or it's delightfully perfect.

Okay? I-I have someone in mind.

Capgras? That's a tough one.

I have a few tests we should do.

Rule out the possibility
of biological causes.

Where's my patient?

Laurie.

She wanted to grab some air.

Did I do something wrong?

Laurie?

Laurie?

I'm never gonna be normal
again, am I?

We don't know that.

We only just started
doing tests.

Let's give it some time.

I don't know if I can.

I'll be there with you
every step of the way.

We'll do this.

We'll do this together.

- You're gonna be fine. Hang in there.
- Yeah.

Okay, who did this?

Wow.

- No, it's not funny.
- Yeah, but don't look at me.

The Raptor does not prank.

Although he appreciates pranks.

A man lost his arm.

And he could very well be dying,
for all we know.

Still seem funny to you?
Is this why

you wanted to become a doctor?

Chill, Pravesh.

I'll reattach Clyde the Arm

to the living body it belongs to
as soon as it gets to Chastain.

Incoming!
Left leg. Same patient.

Patient is still trapped
at scene. 20 minute ETA.

We're gonna need more surgeons.

You're being codependent.

How 'bout "Great party.
You having a good time?"

I don't ask questions
I already know the answers to.

Emergency surgery.

I have to go back to Chastain.

Okay, you're in charge now.

- What?
- Three things

One, don't let anyone throw up
on my rug;

Two, don't let Irving in
without a better costume;

And, three, you can have
the weight of the world

on your shoulders at Chastain
but not in my apartment.

Not tonight.

All right.

How about you fill in
all the numbers

on this clock for me?

The fact that you drew
all the numbers

on one side of the clock means

that there's a biological basis
for your illness.

This is actually good news.

- Because I'm not schizophrenic?
- Exactly. The test

shows us that only
one half of your brain

seems to be interacting
with the outside world.

You don't know
what's causing it yet?

No. There's still
something going on

that our tests
didn't pick up yet.

- What could it be?
- Inflammation.

Autoimmune diseases. Toxins.

I want to keep you
in the hospital overnight.

We're gonna order an EEG,

start you on empiric antibiotics

to treat for possible
infectious causes.

I keep thinking...

I brought this on myself.

I-I walked away from my family.

Maybe it's karma or something.

Had I never left,
maybe none of this would be

happening to me.
I-I deserve the nightmares.

Everyone gets nightmares.

I get my own from time to time.

You didn't bring this
upon yourself.

We're gonna give you
a sedative through your IV.

Should help you get
a good night's rest.

Whatever's happening
in her brain,

it's progressing quickly.

We need to find the source fast

to avoid any permanent damage.

Check her in an hour.
If she needs more meds,

we'll do it then.

She gonna be okay?

Diagnosis is a needle
in a haystack.

But I'll keep looking
till I find it.

You seem tired.

You sleeping much?

Residents don't get to sleep.

Son, when was the last time
you took just a few days off

to recharge your batteries?

I have no idea.

I did the same thing
when I was your age.

Burned it at both ends
until I burned out.

You going somewhere with this?

I'd like to go somewhere
together.

You and me.

I have a place in Anguilla.

Condo by the beach.

We could fly out
for a long weekend.

Why didn't you show up
for coffee tonight?

I told you,
I had business crosstown.

Do you want to try
that explanation again?

Because I have never known you
to miss an appointment.

Riley, sweetie,
watch your sisters, okay?

Where's my husband?

Frank Tanner.

- He was in a car accident.
- The tattoos.

Riley, Gemma, Eve.

Not lovers. Children.

Frank is one minute out.

All right, I'll move them
to the waiting room.

Ms. Tanner,
I'm Dr. Devon Pravesh.

Come with me.
Your husband hasn't

made it to the ER yet,
but the moment he does,

we'll take care of him, okay?
Just wait there.

- Okay. Girls.
- Guys, come on.

46-year-old male.
Prolonged extrication.

- My God, Frank!
- Suffered amputation of his arm and leg.

- My God!
- Multiple liters of blood loss on scene.

- Ten.
- Frank! -Wait here.

Okay.

One, two, three.

Get me cordis.

Call out vitals.

70/40. Pulse is 50 and falling.

- Hey, he's about to code.
- I know.

Start a rapid transfuser.
Hang two units of O neg now.

Heart rate dropping. 30.

All right.

One of epinephrine.
Get me the pacer pads.

Heart rate at 20.

Ten.

Zero. All right,
somebody better start pumping.

Let me do it. I can do this.

Okay.

Hold compressions. Check pulses.

- Nothing.
- Come on, Pravesh.

Frank dies, I've got nobody

to operate on tonight.

Is he breathing?

Shock him.

Charging.

Clear.

Nice. Frank lives.

For now.
Send him for a pan-scan.

OR Numero Uno is where I'll be.

Stop that. I mean...
My God, I... Nic.

My hero.
Thanks for letting me in.

This party is epic.

Is it, though?

Hello?

There's a 40% chance
I'm making out with Bo-Peep.

Actually there's
a 100% chance that Bo-Peep

is making out with Hercules.

She'll come around.

You okay?

I will be once I find Jessie.
She's MIA.

Check the closets.
Lots of activity in the closets.

Hey, not on the bed.
Off the bed.

You, want to make it
even better?

I'm gonna save them
for later, okay?

Occupied.

- Jessie, come on, open up.
- Hey.

- You first.
- I couldn't find you anywhere. I was just...

Following me around all night
and having zero fun?

I'm making out with Tarzan.

- Is that okay with you?
- Okay, you know what,

this was a mistake. I shouldn't
have brought you here.

- You said you trusted me.
- I guess I thought...

I don't need a babysitter, Nic.
And you're not Mom.

- Mom would never act like this. You know why?
- Come on.

Because she actually
made things better.

So why don't you leave me alone

and go out there and drink
something with alcohol in it,

and I'll drive us home
because, guess what,

- I'm sober.
- Jess.

Trick or treat.

Laurie!

Lau... Laurie.

- No...
- Laurie! Laurie!

Laurie!

Laurie!

Laurie, stop!

It's okay. It's okay.

- No, no, no, no, no!
- It's okay, it's okay.

We can help you. John!

Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am...

Femoral bleed!

Gauze, now!

Hawkins, help me hold her down!

I'm on it.

I got her.
We're good, we're good.

40 of ketamine.

Come on. Ready?

- Ready.
- All right,

ready when you are.

I got-I got pressure
on the artery.

CT angio
and then prep for the OR.

- You have a handle on this one?
- Thought I did. It's unlike

anything I've ever seen before.

Well, find me
if you need fresh eyes.

I will.

Nic, what are you doing?

- I can't breathe. I can't breathe.
- Okay. Okay.

Are you having a panic attack?

Since when do you
have panic attacks?

Hey, hey. Leave the room.
Genie, back in your bottle.

- Since when?
- It's not something I advertise.

Seriously? How long?

Over a year.

You can't just take care
of everyone except you,

you know that, right?

- Look, I'm managing.
- Are you? Because you're sitting

on a kitchen floor,
hyperventilating.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You're okay.

You're okay. Just breathe.

- I'm trying to.
- I know.

It's so scary.

I'm right here.
I'm right here, okay?

Look who you're talking to.

You're always here for me, Nic.
I'm here for you.

Lean back.

Bell told me what's up.

Give me good news.

Decent'll have to do.

Surgery on Laurie's femoral
artery's gonna take about

a half hour if there's no other
arteries or veins

that are severed.

All indications are they aren't.

Let me know if that changes
once you get in the OR.

Will do.

Dr. Nolan.

Check Laurie's lower abdomen

while you're in there, between
the right hip and umbilicus.

I'll be nearby, getting proximal
control for the repair,

but I prefer to stay out
of her abdomen.

Why do you want me to do that?

That's-that's an incidentaloma.

- It's a benign growth. It's nothing.
- Yeah, or it could be

something that
explains everything.

I'll give it a look.

Dr. Bell.

Vivian.

Comes with the territory.

You save their life?

- I did.
- You do this often?

Save lives?

Get set up on a blind date
by your assistant.

Never.

Me either.

I'm not kicking myself
at the moment.

Me either.

Go save your patient.

And I'll do my best

to be patient.

Dr. Bell. Sorry about
the 11th-hour page.

I thought three surgeons
would do the trick.

You definitely need a fourth.

I can go arm, leg,
or float between the two.

I don't know,
Dr. Voss here is excited

to reattach homeboy's missing
getaway stick.

You and I will rock the arm,
all right?

Well, wouldn't it be great
if we could give

this father of three the ability
to walk his daughter

down the aisle one day?

Hate to break your delicate
heart, Dr. Austin, but...

I'll take Mina.
There, it's settled.

- Ladies on the leg.
- All-stars on the arm.

Is there a person
to go with the limbs, or...

He's crashing.

Austin, you're on the scans.
Voss, circulation.

- Pressure's 70/55.
- Plummeting fast.

- He have any other injuries?
- Broken ribs, bruised lungs.

Contained mediastinal bleed
we need to watch.

Abdomen and pelvis look good.
This is all hemorrhagic shock.

Are we good with the massive
transfusion protocol?

Got four units in the ER.

Well, hang another two,
get the TXA ready,

and call down to the blood bank.
We're gonna need everything

- they've got.
- So much for walking down the aisle.

Let's make sure he lives
to see his children again.

"In nothing do men more nearly

approach the gods
than in giving health to men."

Cicero.

"Check Laurie's abdomen."

Hawkins.

Andy, I'm gonna need you

to give me a little bit more
of that in this.

How long has the leg
been severed?

Somewhere around five hours.

I'm guessing 20 minutes before
that limb loses viability.

Then perhaps the focus should be

on the limb
you're trying to save.

Correction, lovey.
The limb we are saving.

Suction.

Sponge.

Clamp.

- All right, keep transfusing.
- Put him on.

Trendenlenburg.
He's bleeding out.

You're taking
too much blood away

- from the leg. He'll necrose.
- We're losing the arm.

- And who's blunder was that?
- The artery was weakened.

- What's taking so long?
- I don't know

what you're talking about.
The problem's solved.

New problem.

He's bradying down.

Get the ultrasound.

Tamponade compressed his heart.

The mediastinal bleed
must have opened up.

Lacerated P-A.
Sternal saw to me.

- Need to go on pump?
- No. We're good.

Another two units PRBCs.

Still trending down.

I'm gonna need
more cardiac support.

Slam that blood into him.

Vitals are improving.

Show-off.

Hey, if you got it, flaunt it.

As we were.

- Laurie's recovering.
- You were right.

Checking the abdomen
was a good call.

- This thing has teeth.
- It has a tooth.

It's a teratoma.
It's not gonna bite you, Ricky.

Teratomas are genetic anomalies
that reproduce organs,

or sometimes bone or teeth,
all within a pocket of flesh.

Rare. Unpleasant.

Perfectly appropriate discovery

on All Hallows' Eve.

Some teratomas create antibodies
that attack the brain,

and this can lead
to encephalitis.

- They can.
- We'll rerun her CSF panel

for Anti-NMDA antibodies.

I think we got this.

Okay, that's enough.

I'm really gonna be okay?

Yes. Yes!

Yeah. You have
Anti-NMDA encephalitis.

It's a rare infection
of the brain.

It was causing
all your symptoms.

We're gonna give you
a combination

of steroids and immunoglobulins.

Your night terrors might persist
for a bit, but

you should be back
to your normal life in no time.

I haven't spoken to my family

in two years, but right now...

can't wait to tell them
I'm gonna be okay.

I just hope
they pick up the phone.

Family is complicated.

You just have to hope

that they'll be there
for you in the end.

You were right.

I should string a few days
together, recharge my batteries.

- Just say the word.
- I will.

When you tell me the truth.

Where were you today?

Maybe when you stop lying to me,

I'll consider going
to an island with you.

Sharing everything all the time

is not something
I'm interested in.

Well, I am.

Son, I'm a lot of things,

but a hypocrite
isn't one of them.

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm not exactly sitting

across from an open book.

You left home and didn't tell me
where you were for ten years.

I had to hire a private
investigator to track you down.

So don't ask of me

what you refuse
to ask of yourself.

Get some rest.

Welcome back, Frank.

What... what happened to me?

Wee bit of a car accident.

Dr. Voss and I were part
of the team that reattached

your arm and your leg.

Did-did I almost die?

Couple of times.

The important thing
is you're here now.

Yeah, m-my wife?

And daughters?

Do-do they know?

Yeah. They're on their way
up here now.

Hi.

Hi. Um...

It's-it's okay, sweetie.
It's okay.

Daddy loves you, honey.

Nice assist in the ER today,
Pravesh.

Thanks, Dr. Austin.

And what you pulled off
in the OR...

Shh. I know what I did well.

Isn't this the loveliest part
of the job?

What part are we talking about?

The part that makes you want

to pick up the phone
and call your own kids.

American Bobtail and a Maine
Coon are the only kids I got.

Wait. You have human kids?

Two, from my first marriage.

All grown now.

And one of my kids has a kid.

Good night, chaps.

Her kid has a kid.

She's a grandmother.

You know, I...

You know, I was thinking

that this indelible session

would be...

One time. No strings.

I now find myself reconsidering.

Me too.

I got to say,
my new assistant was right

about his matchmaking skills.

We raised him right.

My ex-husband is so hard on
Grayson, but I'm proud of him.

He's a good son.

What?

Where's Nic?

I gave her the night off.

So, the damage

Three broken glasses,
a clogged sink, and...

Holly Golightly spilled
a drink on your rug.

It's never coming out.
I know. I'm sorry.

Stop it.

No, you stop it.

You silly little minx.

It's been going on for a while.

- It's actually kind of adorable.
- Stop it.

What a nightmare.

Mom!

Mom!

Go now, boy.

Get out of here, boy!

Dad, no! Please!

Please.

Shh, shh. It's okay.

Shh.

Want to talk about it?

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