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Mm, I love this
so much.

The lake, the fir trees,
the fresh air...

Good. You have
14 minutes to enjoy it.

We are 4 hours and 10 minutes
away from the resort,

and your Prenatal Massage and
Aura Cleansing begins at 5:45,

given six rest stops
at eight minutes apiece.

Wait, you've timed
my pee breaks?

Generously.

Shaun, we're supposed
to be relaxing.

Schedules
are not relaxing.

I find them...
very soothing.

Okay.

-14 minutes it is.
-13.

[dog barking]

14 is fine.

[tires screech]

[dog whimpers]

Oh, that poor dog.

[whimpering continues]

♪♪♪♪

47-year-old male,
multi-impalement, disoriented,

significant blood loss.

Ultrasound
and surgical tape.

These spikes...

Wood and metal?

We-- We were
trimming trees and--

and a shovel got sucked
into the wood chipper.

-You work with him?
-Sometimes.
I'm-- I'm his son.

I count 20 pieces.
Airway's patent,
and he's got good pulses.

Lalo? He's one
of my patients.

No significant free fluid
in the abdomen.

No bronchospasms
or wheezing.

No. Fluid's accumulating
in the pericardium.

You jostle that spike,
he could bleed out.

We'll have to do it
in the O.R.

Dad?
Dad, can you hear me?

-Aah!
-No.

-No, no, no, Dad!
-Oh!

-No!
-Aah!

Let's get him
to the O.R.!

He couldn't have
gotten far.

We don't know that,

and that ground
is very uneven,

and we know
from experience,

-the woods
can be dangerous.
-Shh.

[dog whimpers]

Hey, there, buddy.

[whimpering continues]

We're here to help.

It is having
trouble breathing.

Leg and multiple
rib fractures.

Poor little guy.

I need to reduce
the rib fractures.

-Hold it steady.
-Uh, okay.

Hang on, buddy.
It'll be okay.

-[bone cracks]-[dog yelps]

We need to get it
to a veterinary hospital.

[whimpers]

♪♪♪♪

Vince?

♪♪♪♪

[theme music playing]

♪♪♪♪

I gotta get you
to St. Bon's.

I need you
to do it here.

I'm a first-year resident.

That's unsupervised
surgery.

I can't go
to the hospital.

There was a gang member
at that party.

-Me being there was
a patrol violation.
-[sighs]

Cops get that bullet,
I'm going back to prison.

Just go to your P.O.
Tell him the truth.

'Cause the criminal justice
system is always fair,

especially to guys
who look like me.

I finally got my life
back on track.

I have a good job.

I'm trying to work
things out with Viva.

I'm watching my baby
twice a week.

I go back inside,
I could lose everything.

Danni... please.

♪♪♪♪

All right, the bullet's
close to the surface.

It's more of a procedure
than a surgery.

Thank you.

All right, I gotta get
some stuff first.

[Dr. Andrews]
What's the strategy?

[Jordan] We should start

with the most
life-threatening spikes--

these two in the chest,
maybe the abdomen...

We can't risk
a major hemorrhage so soon.

Do the easier ones,

buy time for
the transfusions to work.

Oh.

Dr. Reznick's right.

We start with
the distal extremities.
I'll take his leg.

You get the pieces
in his right arm.
I'll take his left.

Now that there's an adult
in the room...

Always a pleasure.

You leaving, I mean.

♪♪♪♪

[Dr. Lim] Hey.

So, after basketball
on Wednesday,

I'm introducing Clay
to the wonders of Su Cai Bao.

You in?

Assuming that's food,
sure.

Great. It's a date.
8:00 p.m. my place.

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

Didn't you just finish
a night shift?

[sighs]
Too much caffeine.

I'm building
a trauma simulator

to practice removing
foreign bodies.

You're weird.

You'll probably be
my boss someday.

♪♪♪♪

First grade, I begged
my parents for a puppy.

Tessa-- chocolate Lab,
sweetest little face.

Next morning, Tessa peed
on my dad's briefcase.

He returned her
that night.

That doesn't sound
like good parenting.

It wasn't.

The dog's got a damaged spleen,
broken ribs,

and a fractured radius,
and skin lacerations.

-He'll need--
-An ex-lap
and thoracotomy.

I'm a surgeon at San Jose
St. Bonaventure Hospital.

We should go.

When are you
planning to do it?

I'm not.

I don't work without
up-front payment,

and since we don't know
the dog's owners...

Well, we'll pay.

That...
could be expensive.

Quite.

I could slot him
in tomorrow morning.

Well, I guess we could
stay in a motel?

I mean, we should really
be here for Buddy.

I've named him Buddy.

Whatever
its real name is,

it is a dog
and not our dog.

And we are going to miss
your Prenatal Massage.

Buddy needs us more than I need
my aura cleansed, Shaun.

Okay.

It is your babymoon.

♪♪♪♪

Ready?

[breathing heavily]

It's just a fragment.

The bullet must have
shattered.

-It's still in me?
-Yeah.

There's damage
deeper in your leg.

I can't locate
the rest of the bullet

unless I cut further
in your muscle.

So cut.

I need a second opinion.

Hey.

Question--
if a bullet's stuck

behind
the vastus medialis...

This for your simulator?

Yeah, it's a scenario
I'm practicing.

Um, how do you decide
if you leave it in?

Well, it depends
on the imaging.

What if you're
going in blind?

Well, it depends
on the angle of entry,

caliber of the bullet,
exact location.

Okay.
I'll figure it out.

Danni...

how about you tell me
what's actually going on?

[sighs]

[Dr. Andrews] Removing the left
lateral mid-thigh spike.

[Jordan] Irrigating the spike
near the sternum.

No signs
of pneumothorax.

[Dr. Park]
Starting on the shoulder.

[monitor alarm beeping]

-[Jordan] Lost the pulse.
He's in V-tach.
-Get the internal paddles.

Setting up
the internal paddles.

He's coding.
Where are those paddles?

Almost ready.

There's no time.
Starting cardiac massage.

Push 1 milligram epi.

[monitor alarm beeping]

♪♪♪♪

-[alarm stops, beeping resumes]
-We've got sinus rhythm.

Blood pressure's
normalizing.

Good job, Dr. Park.

I'll do more
sharp dissection.

His body
can't take any more.

We'll get a panscan CT, CTA,
transfuse him,

and resume
in the morning.

Nine spikes down,
11 to go.

[sighs] Definitely landed
in the medial compartment.

Blood flow?

Good pulses.
Intact nerve function
in the leg.

If he was in the O.R.,
we'd leave the bullet in.

Got it.
Thank you.

I'll pack the wound
and send him home.

Hold on.
Can you take me off video?

Yeah, I'm not a big fan
of being lied to.

It won't happen again.

Thanks, Asher.

There's... a stain
on the floor.

Mmm.

Now there's a pillow
on the floor.

Yeah, they should really
clean that carpet.

Let me call
the front desk.

Ugh, it's sticky!

Okay, maybe--
maybe I overreacted.

You did.

I-- I thought
you loved animals.

I love rabbits and fish.

They don't slobber or jump
on you or make messes.

Well, you know, Shaun,

someone's about to come
into our life

who's going to slobber
and jump on us and make messes.

If you are talking
about our son--

Yes, of course,
I'm talking about our son.

Sorry.

Clearly, we are
both stressed.

I don't think
I'm stressed.

Fine.

Only I am.

And tired.

And...I'm gonna
get ready for bed.

♪♪♪♪

[Lea] Ew!

[knock on door]

[knocking continues]

[knocking continues]

Something's wrong.

That's infected.

If I don't get the rest
of the bullet out,
you're gonna go septic.

So you can
do it here, right?

I shouldn't.

You got me this far.

Please.

Okay. I'm gonna
need some help.

[whimpering]

During the surgery,
we discovered

sacral and lumbar
fractures.

What does that mean?

The dog will have
trouble walking

and will be
incontinent.

So...

a second surgery?

Unlikely to be
effective.

The dog would still be at risk
for infections, UTIs,

and will require
constant care.

Euthanasia
would be more humane.

We brought this dog here
to save him,

not have him put down.

I'm gonna find his family.

And if I can't,
I will find him a new family.

And you're gonna find a surgery
to fix his incontinence.

Dr. Sinclair is the expert
in veterinary medicine.

If he cannot think of
an effective surgery

for incontinence,
there probably isn't one.

In which case,
it's very unlikely

the dog
will be adopted.

Then we'll adopt him.

I will find a surgery.

♪♪♪♪

[knock on door]

Hey.
Where are the supplies?

I didn't bring them.

Danni, you shouldn't
be doing this.

This is straight-up
surgery.

Go home.

Let me help you take him
back to the hospital.

-That's not happening.
-Why not?

If you weren't gonna do this,
why'd you even come?

Because I-- I didn't want
to desert you.

So don't.

I'll go get
the supplies myself.

I just need you
to talk me through it.

You won't even
have to touch him.

If this ever gets out,
I'll take the fall.

This is why he went
into V-tach.

The spike in his shoulder
damaged

every critical structure
in the area.

We need to do a carotid
to subclavian bypass
before we pull it out.

Risks sending him
into V-tach again.

Well, we need
to remove the spike.

Unless we remove his arm.

In his current condition,
it's a less risky surgery.

Comes down to what Lalo's
willing to risk.

And we can't ask him
because he's too unstable

to take him off
the ventilator.

We could ask his son.

He's 16.

He's not authorized
to make medical decisions.

Sure, but he'd have
a better idea than us

what his father
would want.

[sighs]
Talk to him.

♪♪♪♪

[Buddy whimpering]

Oh, Buddy.

It's okay.

We're gonna find your humans.

-[barks aggressively]-[gasps]

Are you okay?

Yep. All good.

Were you trying
to pet the dog?

No. Mmm-mmm.

You should never touch
an injured animal
near its wound.

I know.

I'm gonna start putting up
lost dog fliers.

[dog barking in distance]

♪♪♪♪

Making the incision.

[groans]

Dissecting at the muscle
to free up the purulence.

What's her name?

Lila.

What's she like?

The first time she saw snow,
she ran outside--

no gloves, no hat.

I-I had to drag her back in
before she--

before she turned blue.

[groans]

She's like me--
never listens to anyone.

Mmm.

Sounds like Powell,
actually.

I know I can be...
a bit much.

My parents
were really tough.

I learned at a young age
that if I didn't push back,

hard, that I'd be
pushed around.

So it helped me,

especially
after I lost my leg.

My med school advisor told me
that I shouldn't be a surgeon

because I wouldn't be able to
stand for hours in the O.R.

But I can.

And I am.

[knock on door]

[Dr. Lim] Danni, are you okay?

It's Audrey.

[whispering] I called
out of my shift this morning.

I just told her it was
a family emergency.

Oh, she's been calling
and texting.

[whispering]
This is not good.
This is not good.

I know.

Wait, wait, wait!
Where are you--

Just, shh. Just...

-Hey.
-Hey, is everything okay?

Yeah, yeah, a good friend's
having some issues.

We're still
in the middle of it.

Oh.

After what happened with Perez,
I was worried.

Just wanted
to check on you.

Thanks.
I totally get it.

-You'll be in tomorrow?
-Yeah.

[Vince groans]

What was that?

Hey.

If we remove the spike
from your dad's shoulder,

it could cause complications
that would kill him.

How likely?

Maybe a 5% to 10% chance.

The safer option would be
to amputate the arm.

So you're asking
me to decide

whether to cut off
my dad's arm?

No, we're not.

We just want to figure out
what your dad would want

if he was awake.

Do you have any other
support system?

Family, friends
who help out?

Not really.

Mom died, and the rest
of the family's in El Salvador.

Has he ever worked
with other gardeners?

I mean, me.
I help out most mornings
before school.

Um, he fell off a roof
last winter.

Got a concussion.

I picked up some slack,
and it was fine.

I-I know
this is different,

but he always says, "We stick
together, we'll find a way."

If cutting off his arm
means he'll live...

then do it.

That's what he'd want.

♪♪♪♪

Why are you talking to me
about operating on a dog?

Lea asked me to.

She is very stressed,
and I don't know why.

Well, considering what
she's been through, you know?

But she knows her pregnancy
is safe now.

Well, you don't get
over something like that
in-- in a week.

Okay, s-so how much time
will she need?

I don't know, Shaun.

Maybe this isn't even
the main issue, you know?

Mmm.

Maybe Lea is worried
about being a mom?

Well, she wouldn't
be the first.

Aren't you a little bit worried
about being a dad?

A little.

Crying babies
can be very loud,

and their bowel movements
and spit-up

can be very disgusting
and smelly.

But I have
noise-reducing earplugs

and peppermint oil
for under my nose.

And I will keep a supply
of surgical smocks at home.

You've certainly
gamed that out, huh?

Yes. How do I help Lea
be less worried?

[sighs]
I don't know, Shaun.

You don't know
what the issue is, right?

So I would talk to her

and tell her
that you've noticed

she's been a little bit
stressed lately,

and ask her
what's going on.

[elevator bell dings]

And send me
the doggy imaging.

♪♪♪♪

[whispering]
He's stable, for now.

-[whispers]
I'm so sorry.
-You should be.

If you're gonna blame anybody,
blame me.

Oh, I do.
This was unethical,
stupid,

and if he dies,
possibly criminal.

Vince would've died
of sepsis.

-So call an ambulance.
-Then what?

EMTs can't force him
to go to the hospital.

They can if he's
unconscious.

But he could be dead
by then.

The only way to make sure
that he lives

is to operate here.

You're a trauma surgeon.
It would be simple and ethical.

-Who is this guy?
-I told you.

He's a friend of mine
from the Navy.

Who's on parole...
for what?

-That doesn't matter.
-Does to me.

Vince was the first one
to the accident.

He tourniqueted my leg.

He held my hand.
He comforted me.

He was the only person
that day

that looked me
straight in the eyes.

Everybody else
was just too scared,

too freaked out...
too disgusted.

[sighs]

I'm sorry.

Will you give us a second?

If I hadn't warned you
off of that surgery

four months ago,

you could've ended up worse off
or dead on the table.

And whether you knew it
or not,

you needed me.

Right now, Audrey,
I need you.

I will help you
with your friend.

And then we'll deal
with what you did.

♪♪♪♪

I put up
tons of fliers,

called around
to all the shelters

and vet hospitals and...

-Did Glassman have ideas
at least?
-Yes.

That I should
talk to you.

I've noticed
you are stressed,

and I don't know
exactly why,

but maybe it is because you are
worried about motherhood.

I meant about the surgery
for the dog.

But...I am worried,
yeah.

You shouldn't be.

You'll be great.

[chuckles] Thanks.

And I know you'll be
a great dad to our son,

but what if we're
incompatible as parents?

We can't even agree
how to wash dishes.

And look at us
with this dog.

We're arguing.
Buddy hates me.

[whimpers]

I lied.

He snapped at me after I petted
too close to his stitches.

I thought so.

We will work as a team
and figure it out.

But... what if we
don't know how?

We've both had pretty lousy
parental role models.

I don't think I'm like
my parents at all.

And I don't plan
to treat our children

like they did
me and Steve.

I can see my parents in me
in ways I really don't like.

I can be stubborn like my dad
and flaky like my mom.

I can't tell you
how many times

I was the last kid
at after-school

because she forgot
to pick me up.

What if I mess up
like they did?

You probably will
mess up sometimes,

in those ways--
other ways, too.

I probably will
as well.

But we will support
each other and each...

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

I know how to help
the dog.

[Dr. Lim] I'm gonna inject
more lidocaine.

[winces, sighs]

Turn on the ultrasound
probe.

How'd you end up
in prison?

When I got back from
Afghanistan, I couldn't sleep.

I would lie in bed
just staring at the door

waiting for someone
to come at me and...

I-I was in a bar,

and I thought
some guy looked at me wrong.

Are you getting help?

I'm on meds, in therapy.

I don't want to be
what I was.

I want to be a good man
for my family.

I don't see
the bullet.

It must have migrated.

Three centimeters deep
and medial to the femur

in the adductor magnus.

And what does that mean?

It's harder
to get to now.

[inhales,
exhales deeply]

We can do it.

This'll hurt.

[winces]

Aah!

Let's amputate.
Book the O.R.

On it.

I think we should
save the arm.

Did you not hear
what Dylan just said?

I heard a son
who'll do anything
to make sure his dad lives.

But that's not necessarily
what the dad would want.

Lalo's a poor, undocumented
manual laborer.

No support system.

If he can't work as a gardener,
then what?

Dylan told us what.
They'll find a way.

And Dylan will drop out
of school to take care of him.

He just told us how he works
for his dad most mornings.

Already took care of him
when he had a concussion.

The future Lalo spent building
his son would disappear.

You know what else
would ruin his future?

Having a dead dad.

Lalo would
take the risk.

Morgan heard everything
you did

and came away
with a different impression.

She's not a parent.

That's very patronizing.

But that doesn't mean
he's wrong.

-You're confident
you can save his arm?
-Very.

Then let's do it.

What a dick move.

I am so sick of being told
that childless people

can't understand
what it means to love someone.

There's love and then
there's being a parent.

In nine months or so,
you'll get it.

[exhales deeply]

After drilling the lamina
from L4 to S1,

we will use
a Kerrison punch

to remove fragments
2 millimeters at a time,

then support the spine
with screws and rods.

And that
is how we will fix

the incontinence
and leg weakness.

And by we, I mean you.

A little outside
my wheelhouse.

That's why they
called in the bullpen.

Ah, yes.
You're an expert...on humans.

I'm still very unsure.

Why can't you just
do the surgery?

Buddy is an innocent little guy
who really needs our help.

And I've put in a ton of work
with Shaun and Dr. Glassman

to find a way
that could save him.

And -- And I recognize
you have valid questions.

And I know, my hormones
are probably playing
a role right now,

and my attachment to a dog
I met yesterday

probably doesn't make sense
to you, but it is real.

And I really need
Buddy to be okay.

So I'm asking you to please
set aside your concerns

and please help us
help Buddy.

Who's paying for this?

Um...

♪♪♪♪

Seriously?

Gah!

I need longer forceps.

-God.
-We're almost there.

[labored breathing]
No.

Vince? Vince!

[softly]
It's cold.

Poor pulses.

The fragment must have caused
a thrombosis.

I'm calling it.
Push more fluids.

[phone line ringing]

I need an ambulance
at 302 West Holden Drive,
Apartment 2A.

We're gonna try to save
your dad's arm.

-Did-- Did something
get better?
-No.

But we decided
it's worth the risk.

Why did you even
ask me then?

So I could screw up
and make the wrong decision?

You didn't screw up.

He hasn't taken
a weekend off in six years.

He-- He wears old clothes
so I can have new ones
for school.

He's given up his whole life
t-to make sure I'm--

I'm happy and healthy
and safe.

-I'm just trying
to help him and...
-You did.

You gave us
the information we needed.

[scoffs] Right.

[monitor beeping]

[Dr. Sinclair] Ten-blade.

Twenty's better.

You worried about a scar?
It's a dog.

Dogs like scars, actually.

They think it makes them
look cool.

A Veterinary Medical Review
longitudinal study

showed that post-op
recovery outcomes--

Shaun, the man knows
how to cut into a dog.

But he may not have read
the study, which--

I've already made
the incision...

with a ten-blade.

Preparing to place
the 3 millimeter pedicle screw.

A 5 millimeter
screw's better.

Removing the bullet.

[monitor beeping]

Slowly release
the proximal clamp

and let's
look for flow.

It's good flow.

Vascular repair's hemostatic.

Let's finish this up
and get him off to recovery.

Bag the bullet
for forensic evidence.

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

Hey.

How'd it go?

We won't know
until he wakes up.

It meant a lot
that you came.

How can you say no
to a dog?

[chuckles]

Yeah.

You know, when Maddie
was a newborn...

[sighs] we were worried
that she wasn't...

latching on, you know?

But she did.

And then we were worried
that she wasn't crawling,

and she did.

And then we were worried
she wasn't talking,

and...

You're gonna be a mom.

You're gonna worry,
that goes with the gig.

99% of the time,
everything works out just fine.

What was Maddie like?

Maddie... [clears throat]

[sighs]

She never walked anywhere,
she always ran.

She was angry... a lot.

That was her default.

But she loved
so deeply.

It was like you were
the only one in the world.

I wish I'd known her.

Why'd you ask me
about Maddie?

I just can't imagine

going through
what you went through.

And I am... so scared...

of that 1%.

After Maddie died, I didn't
think that I was gonna make it.

There were times that I hoped
that I wouldn't.

But I did.

And then I met Shaun.
And then I met you.

And I'm grateful
every single day

because I love you both
so much.

You and Shaun have love,

and you have faith
in each other.

If I was a betting man...

I would bet the house
on the both of you.

[sniffles]

[sniffles]

♪♪♪♪

We're on full flow.
Removing the spike.

[monitor beeping]

[monitor alarm beeping]

Low blood flow
to the brain.

[sighs]
How's the NIRS?

61%.

Graft must have
caused an obstruction.

I can fix it.
Clamps.

11-blade
and 6-0 prolene.

[alarm continues]

NIRS?

56%.
Dropping fast.

Below 50,
he risks brain damage.

We should call this off
and ligate the subclavian.

No. We're this close
to saving his arm.

-More sutures.
-52%.

-Dr. Park?
-[alarm continues]

Dr. Park.

Get ready to flush
and unclamp.

Go.

-Starting flush.
-Unclamping.

[alarm stops,
beeping resumes]

Arm's pink.

NIRS at 70%
and climbing.

10 spikes to go.

♪♪♪♪

If the surgery fails
and he is still incontinent...

I found a waterproof dog bed
he might like.

For our place?

Buddy is...

very calming to pet.

-[whines]-Oh.

I think
he needs to pee.

We need to get him
to the pad.

Hey, Buddy,
you gotta hold it in

until we get you
over there.

-Okay, not yet, Buddy.
-[Shaun] Almost there, Buddy.

-No pee pee.-Keep holding it in.

Not yet, no pee pee.

Almost there.Keep holding it in.

There we go.
All right.

Time for urination.

Go pee pee.

-Okay, oh.
-Oh, oh!

[Buddy urinating]

He did it.

Oh, we did it.

-We got him to pee.
-We did it.

[chuckles]
Oh, oh.

Oh, good boy.

[chuckles]

I'm thinking
letters in their records,

remediation plans,

and a two-month probationary
direct supervision.

One more misstep,
they're out.

That's appropriate...

for Asher.

It's not easy to draw a line
between what they did.

Asher never picked up
an instrument

until you were
supervising him.

And Powell has shown
a pattern of disobedience

even from
her first surgery.

[scoffs]

Wolke's made mistakes
of his own.

And he knows that.

Does Powell?

[sighs]

Listen, your department,
your call.

But you almost lost Shaun
as a friend this year.

And I'm worried
you're acting out of fear
of losing another.

♪♪♪♪

Color looks good.

Strong radial pulse.

Now I want you to try
to move your fingers,

very slow,
just a little.

Okay.

[monitor beeping]

Is that good?

It's great.

Muchas gracias,Doctor.

You saved my life.

What's wrong?

Um, they-- they asked me
what you would--

you know,
about your arm.

[beeping continues]

I told them
to amputate.

I made
the wrong choice.

Mijo,whatever you did,

you were there for me.

I've never been
so proud of you.

[speaking Spanish]

[Hayd's "Changes" plays]

[speaks Spanish]

[in English]
I love you, too.

[Lea] So, I started looking
for dog walkers.

They're not cheap,
but what is, so...

-Cooper!
-[Cooper barks]

♪♪ I've been going
through the motions ♪♪

You're Lea?
We just saw the flier.

We have been searching
for days.

We will, of course,
pay you back
for any expenses.

Good.
It's $22,563.

Yeah, we could work
something out.

♪♪ Maybe it's just a phase,
but regardless ♪♪

♪♪ I'm flipping the pages,
pages ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

[sighs]

You saved the arm.

Guess you were right.

Or I was lucky.

I almost lost him.

Well, you didn't.

Yeah, I think I pushed too hard
on this surgery.

And I definitely said things
to you that weren't fair.

Last week
Kellan told me

he wasn't coming home
for the holidays.

Going on a trip
with his roommates.

Feels like
I'm losing him.

Like I've been
a crappy father.

You're not.

Anyway...I'm sorry.

My implantation failed.

It's been, what,
nine days?

Blood tests wouldn't
be fully accurate.

I could feel
I was pregnant...

and...

then I wasn't.

I'll be here.

Anytime
you need a friend.

[sighs]

I just might.

♪♪♪♪

[sighs]

Probation.

I'm sorry.

We're letting you go
from the program.

What about Vince?

If you have any leeway
not to report him...

The bullet
was misplaced.

Misplaced?

So I don't see the point
in alerting the police.

Thank you.

[sighs]

Danni,
this wasn't an easy call.

You gotta learn
to compromise sometimes.

If you don't,
it's gonna hurt you,

not just as a doctor,
but in life.

I'm sorry it worked
out this way.

I'm not.

If I'd done
anything else,

Vince would be dead
or headed back to prison.

And either way, his family
would be destroyed.

So I did
the right thing.

I'll live with
the consequences.

Good luck.

["Changes" resumes]

You, too.

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

I'm gonna miss you,
Buddy.

Cooper.

But I'll write you
every week.

-He won't get it.
-I was kidding.

You're a good boy.

Look, I know
everyone says this to you,

but I really mean it.
[chuckles]

♪♪ But I swear I'm the same ♪♪

♪♪ Could you show me
some patience ♪♪

[whines]

♪♪ Along the way ♪♪

[sighs]

He will be okay.

Yeah, he will.

We still have time to make
the 11:00 a.m. nature walk.

Mmm.

♪♪ Start to stray ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Trying to fight the seasons ♪♪

♪♪ Trying to find my meaning ♪♪

♪♪ Maybe there's a reason ♪♪

♪♪ Why I'm going through
these changes ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪♪♪

[closing theme music playing]