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- Welcome back.

- Thanks for holding things down for me

while I was out of commission.

- I'm more than happy to stand in as chief

till you settle back in.

Brothers in arms. Got your back.

- It couldn't have been easy, coming back here

given our relationship.

- My coming back here is not about you or us, it's about me.

[dramatic music]

- What is this?

Flash money and an undercover

investigation, what does that look like?

- Small bills. - Not 40-50K?

- Hell no.

- I don't want to endanger myself.

I don't want to endanger you because you can't

handle being in the dark.

- I care about you, Milena.

I can handle it.

[soft music]

♪

- Hey, what are you doing up?

- Oh, nothing.

- Dylan...

You're staring out the window at something.

- There's this blue Impala parked behind my building.

Been idling there for like 15 minutes.

- It's probably an Uber or someone who pulled

off the road to make a call.

- Yeah, you're probably right.

- Okay.

What is going on with you?

Talk to me.

- I'm just worried somebody might've followed you.

- No one's more careful than me.

♪

Gonna go shower.

- Morning.

- Hey, um, while I got you here...

[car alarm chirps]

I've been holding onto this for you since you left.

Your old coffeemaker... - Yeah.

- Yeah. - Uh, thing, I guess.

Yeah, you-you just never reached out to me,

let me know where you were, so here you are.

I remember how you craved your--craved your coffee.

- You know, I'm not so addicted

to caffeine anymore, but you keep it.

Yeah, thanks though.

- Okay.

- Excuse me, do you need any assistance?

- Oh, no, thank you, I'm--I'm okay.

Ugh, God... - Are you sure?

- Hey, here, let us help, we're doctors.

- Okay.

Why are hospital parking lots always so far away

from the front door?

- I'll find you a wheelchair, help get you inside.

- All right--mm, okay.

- Watch your step. - Thank you.

- I woke up this morning, and something just felt off.

It was like everything just got super swollen.

- Mm-hmm.

- How many weeks are you?

- Almost 33.

- Okay, your belly is a bit distended,

so let's take a look.

- Uh, it's a boy.

- Oh, that's great. - That's great.

Can we contact your OB for you?

- I don't--I don't actually have one right now.

I'm--I'm sorry, I'm kind of in a bit

of a transition with things right now.

- That's okay.

- All right, Ingrid, so I'm seeing some extra

amniotic fluid and your baby's abdomen looks a little swollen.

- That--that doesn't sound good.

What's causing this?

- Well, sometimes it could be caused

by an infection, sometimes the baby has anemia.

- Is the baby going to be okay?

- I'd like to do some further testing,

but it's not necessarily serious.

- Yeah, the good thing is,

you're already far enough to deliver a healthy boy,

even if we have to induce labor, all right?

- Thank you.

- Hey, Doris, got your page. What do we got?

- 22-year-old male in Treatment 3.

Name's Luis Pena, passed out in front of the mayor's house.

- The mayor's house? - Mm-hmm, during a protest.

He's in bad shape, you'll see. - Okay.

- Are you the doctor in charge of Luis Pena?

- I am, and you are?

- Mindy Zheng, I'm a journalist.

Perhaps you've read my Substack about the protest.

- I haven't, excuse me. Hey, Mr. Pena, so--

- Luis is on day 36 of a hunger strike,

and he doesn't want his progress thwarted

in any way whatsoever.

Got it?

- Doris, would you page Dr. Charles, please?

- Yeah.

- Ma'am, would you please-- would you step outside?

- No, she stays.

Mindy's telling my story.

[tense music]

♪

.

- Look, Luis, your labs are concerning.

Your liver enzymes are up,

your kidneys are starting to fail, I mean,

you're likely to go into multi-system organ failure

if you don't allow us to give you nutrition.

- Nutrition? - Yeah, through a feeding tube.

- So food. - Yeah.

- Five weeks, Luis, that's, um...

that's real commitment.

- I made a promise to myself.

- Tell me about that, a promise about what?

- You know Greyland Recycling?

- Yeah, I'm familiar with it.

- They have a huge contract with the city.

Greyland handles most of Chicago's

indus--industrial--Mindy.

- Greyland recently closed a metal shredding facility

in a white affluent neighborhood,

and the mayor just approved the final permit

to relocate that facility to South Chicago,

into a lower income neighborhood.

- Where I grew up.

- Somehow guessing that metal shredding,

not the best thing for the environment.

- Definitely not-- of course, Greyland claims

that pollution controls will help keep residents safe.

- If that was true, why did the rich people want it gone?

- It's environmental racism.

- Look, your cause, your devotion to it,

I find genuinely admirable, but have you asked yourself

how effective you can be from a hospital bed?

- That's why Mindy's here, so people know how I'm doing.

- Oh, hey, you can't smoke in here, bud.

- Of course, yeah, it just helps with the hunger pangs.

- Yeah, I understand.

- So what is our end game strategy here, Luis?

- I won't eat until Greyland calls off their move.

- And if they don't?

[suspenseful music]

- Sometimes change requires sacrifice.

- Well, um, we're gonna let you rest up a bit

and check back in a while, okay?

♪

- So what's his status?

- Well, he'll drink water but nothing else,

won't even allow an IV for fluids.

I mean, pretty soon his body's going to shut down.

- So is there anything else we can do?

- He knows what he wants, he has very clear logic

to support his goals, you know, he understands the stakes.

- PUBS is short for Percutaneous Umbilical

Blood Sampling.

It'll tell us a lot more about how your baby

is doing in there. - Okay.

- Okay, now, this first needle is

going to temporarily paralyze your baby.

- Don't worry, it's not as scary as it sounds.

Just to keep him from moving around too much.

- He does like to kick--okay.

- Okay, little pinch.

Great, that wasn't too painful.

All right, now, with this second needle,

we're going to draw blood right from where

your umbilical cord connects with your baby.

- Like an amniocentesis?

- Did you have one done before?

- No, but around the end of my first trimester,

I did this blood test, a panel, and it said

that there was a chance that the baby might

be born with spinal muscular atrophy.

- SMA, that's a serious condition.

I'm surprised you didn't mention this earlier.

- I guess I was trying not to think about it too much.

Could that be the cause of the swelling?

- Perhaps, but it's hard to tell.

Let's see what the lab has to say about the blood test.

- Okay.

- You're gonna have one more pinch.

Here we go...

- Hey, buddy.

Got a patient asking for you by name,

a Gerald Simmons, a navy vet. Ring a bell?

- Can't say it does. What's he in for?

- Severe headaches, chest palpitations.

BP's jumping out of the gym.

I'm setting him up for an EKG as we speak.

CPO Simmons, allow me to present

Lieutenant Commander Ethan Choi.

- At your service, chief. I'll take over, Trish.

I apologize, but it's getting so I

can't remember all the patients I've seen.

Have we met before?

- No, but I got a recommendation

from the VA that you were a good doctor.

- They didn't say anything about me?

My feelings are hurt.

- Gerald, I see your BP's 170/110.

It's good you came in.

- Yeah, start him on a nicardipine drip for that.

- On it.

- You got some serious-looking scars here.

Can I ask where you got this one?

- I had a valve replaced almost ten years ago now.

- And this other one?

- Appendectomy when I was a kid.

- You know, when you're done taking inventory,

you should check out his ink.

It's pretty cool.

- I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that.

- That's okay.

- Oh... [machine beeping]

- What is it?

- It feels like something's sitting on my chest...

- It's his heart, start bagging him.

[tense music]

I'll start compressions.

- Yeah, no pulse, all right, he's in V-fib.

[alarm blaring]

♪

Charge to 200.

Clear.

[machines beeping]

- Got a pulse.

- All right, sinus tach, hold CPR.

- Keep bagging, let's get him intubated.

- Hello, I'm Dr. Scott.

This is our charge nurse, Maggie Lockwood.

- I'm Caitlin. This is my husband, Theo.

- Okay, and you must be Zoe. So what's going on?

- We were leaving a restaurant just outside the city.

- We're on a road trip,

we're visiting my sister in Cleveland.

- And Zoe couldn't walk from the restaurant back to the car.

- Some idiot janitor mopped the bathroom floor

but didn't put a sign up.

- So you fell on the slippery floor?

- Well, we didn't see that happen.

- You don't believe me? - We don't believe you, no.

- I'm sorry, am I missing something?

- Zoe's had a history of alcohol issues.

We think that's why she can't walk--

- Are you serious right now?

I fell and hurt myself, but you think I've been drinking?

- We can smell it on you, Zoe. How dumb do you think we are?

- Pretty dumb, actually, because I haven't had

one sip of alcohol in months. - Calm down.

- How embarrassing this is.

- You all right, Zoe?

- [gagging]

- Here.

- Okay, CBC, CMP, blood and urine tox,

and blood alcohol.

Plus a chest X-ray and CT abdomen and pelvis

to see about that fall.

All right, that should give us

a clear idea of what's going on here, yeah?

- Well, that was strange, huh?

- Yeah, weird timing on the MI, for sure.

- I'm talking about him touching you that way.

You think he mistook you for someone else?

- No, I think he was more confused

than anything else, given his condition.

Except, you know that tattoo he had on his arm?

- Nautical star?

- Yeah, my father had one just like it, in the same location.

- Well, perhaps they served together.

I'm guessing they're probably the same age.

Hey, Trish, please start a normal

cardiac work up, would ya?

Chest X-ray and a blood gas, trops, CBC, CMP, and an EKG.

[line trills]

- Well, this is a nice surprise.

- Hey, Felicia, uh, you're not at work, are you?

- Uh, no, not today.

I'm actually heading to your Dad's to pack up

the last of his stuff.

- Perfect, um, you think I could ask you

to do me a big favor?

- Do we have a lunch date I forgot about?

- No, Daniel, I'm here for a patient.

- Oh.

- I've been following the news on Luis.

I read that he was brought over here this morning.

- Luis Pena's your patient?

- Yes, for many years, but we haven't had

a session for a long time, so. - Oh.

- Oh, God, Luis. - Yeah.

- Have you gotten him to eat yet?

- No, he's very serious about this.

You should definitely have a chat with him.

- I will. Want to come in?

- Yeah.

- Labs are back on that PUBS test you requested.

- Oh, great, thanks, Trini. - Yeah.

- Looks like the baby's anemic.

We need to transfuse him, try to buy him a little

more time in utero.

- That's weird, it says the baby's

blood type is O-positive.

- Yeah, so?

- Yeah, that's what I thought-- Ingrid's is AB-negative.

- That's not medically possible.

- Ingrid can't be this baby's mother.

[tense music]

♪

.

- I mean, technically, I'm not the baby's biological mother.

I'm a surrogate. I mean, I was a surrogate.

- Was?

- You remember that genetic panel I told you about?

The one that said the baby had SMA?

When the couple found out,

they decided to terminate the pregnancy.

- But you didn't.

- I just--I just couldn't.

- Were the parents made aware of that?

- What does that matter?

They--they didn't want the baby anyway.

- Okay, you know what, this is something that

we can discuss later.

What's important now is the health of the baby.

So we're gonna start by transfusing him

with some blood, see if that helps cure the anemia.

- Okay, thank you.

- Dr. Asher?

So we have to confirm this with the biological parents.

- I'm not sure that that's our responsibility,

especially if the parents gave up the baby.

- Well, we don't know if that's true.

Look how long it took her to tell us about

the genetic defects. - Why would she be lying?

- Bottom line, she can't ghost the parents like that.

They have every right to know what's going on.

We have to notify legal so they can contact them.

- You're right, okay.

- What I'm seeing here worries me--worries us.

You are risking your life now.

- I'm doing what needs to be done.

- But haven't you made your point?

- Last I checked, nothing's changed.

They're still relocating the metal shredder.

- Then I don't think I have made my point.

- Mindy, I'd like to have a moment alone with Luis.

- No, he wants me here.

- Okay, I have to tell you, she doesn't have

your best interests at heart.

Her priority is her story.

- I called Mindy. I initiated the contact.

- Considering what you and I have dealt with in the past,

I think you can understand my concern.

- You see the old me.

You don't see that this is important.

[tense music]

- Um, Dr. Richardson, quick word, please?

♪

I just feel like I'm missing something.

Can I get a little more history?

- Luis tried to take his life three years ago.

He's been struggling with depression his whole life.

- Okay.

- I mean, what if this is just another suicide attempt?

We should have him on a psych hold.

- But even if you're right, you know, a psych hold's not

gonna solve the problem of getting him to eat.

We can't force feed him, he has capacity.

- I am terrified that he's going to take his own life.

- I get that, but unfortunately,

we just--we don't have the legal grounds to stop him.

- So your CT scans are negative.

I'm not seeing any injury from a fall.

But your blood-alcohol content is very high

at .240 grams per deciliter.

- You're drunk, we knew it.

- [slurring] I'm not! It's a mistake.

- We've got to get you into some kind of program.

Can you help us with that?

- Of course. - I didn't drink anything.

- All right, stop lying, Zoe, okay, that's enough.

- I'm not lying. - Just stop, it's insulting.

You're slurring your words.

- It's insulting, you're slurring your words.

- Uh, get a line, hang a liter of saline.

- You got it.

- We're going to hydrate Zoe, okay?

She should sober up pretty soon.

- How's our squid?

- Not sure, tachycardia's still persistent.

Doesn't appear to have damaged any heart muscle,

but cardiology wants to cath him to make sure.

- And his BP? - Still elevated.

- Even after the nicardipine? - Yeah.

- That's odd.

All right, let's add an esmolol drip on top.

See if we can't get that back under control.

- Hey, Ethan! - Hey.

- Hey.

Hope this was what you were looking for.

- Thank you, I know it's a huge inconvenience.

- Ah, it's not that big a deal. I like coming into Chicago.

Actually, wondering if maybe you

want to grab a bite after work?

- Yeah, I'd like that.

- Great.

So what are you hoping to find?

- I think my patient knew my father.

Uh, you wanna take a look? - Yeah.

- Here they are, doctors Asher and Halstead.

This is Meg and Jonathan Harris,

they just got in from Indiana.

- Ingrid was our surrogate.

- I can't believe this is happening.

- I'm sorry. - How is she?

We heard the baby's having some swelling?

- That's because of the Type 1 SMA.

- Actually, we're not sure those things are related.

- How could they not be?

Weak muscles, inability to swallow, collapsed lungs.

Median survival rate of less than a year.

That's what this baby has to look forward to.

- We didn't want this, for him to suffer.

When we made the decision to terminate,

Ingrid and I sat together and cried.

- I understand. - What do we do now?

- Well, from this hospital's perspective, Mr. Harris,

right now, our top priority is the health of the mother

and the baby. - Ingrid is not the mother.

My wife is the mother.

Ingrid had a contract with us, and what she's doing is wrong.

- I don't understand.

Why--why she did this?

Our poor baby.

- Dr. Asher, it's Ingrid. The baby's heart rate.

- Great, thank you--excuse me.

- Ingrid's here in the emergency room?

- Mr. and Mrs. Harris, please!

[machine beeping]

- What--what's going on?

- Fetal heart rate decels.

- The baby didn't tolerate the procedure.

- What have you done, Ingrid?

- What are they doing here?

- How could you do this to us, to our baby?

- Mr. and Mrs. Harris, you have to leave, please.

- Let's open the Hybrid O.R. for an emergency C-section.

This baby needs to be delivered now.

.

- Wow.

I haven't looked through this in years.

- Patrick looked so handsome in his uniform.

Bet it runs in the family.

So what exactly are you looking for?

- This guy says we've never met before, but I don't know,

there something about him that seemed familiar.

There, that's it.

That's the picture I was thinking of.

- Could that be your patient?

- Gerald, yeah. Certainly looks like him.

And, see, they both have the same tattoo.

- So I guess they did serve together.

That's pretty remarkable.

Wow, your father's so young in this photo.

It's funny.

He got older, but he didn't really change much.

- Yeah, change-- the scar, that's it,

that would explain it. - Explain what?

- Excuse me.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Your dad and Gerald? - Yeah.

- So what am I supposed to be looking at here?

- His appendectomy scar.

Look at the coloring, then look at this.

- Well, when was this taken, 50 years ago?

I mean, come on, photos age, right?

- It's not the photo that's changed, it's the scar.

See how the pigmentation has changed?

- Yeah, I don't know, maybe.

- I think he has a pheochromocytoma.

- An adrenal gland tumor?

- Yeah, it would explain why his hypertension's

not responding to medication,

and the tachycardia, and the change

in pigmentation of the scar.

- I think you're reaching.

- I'm going to need your approval to get this scan.

- All right, let's CAT scan him,

get plasma-free metanephrines, and, uh,

at worst, we'll definitively rule it out.

♪

- Hey--hey, Pops, what's going on?

- We need to talk.

- Okay, you wanna grab a beer at Molly's after my shift?

- No, we don't have the time.

Come on.

- I need you to tell me about this drug dealer,

Milena Jovanovic.

- Uh, I don't know what you're talking about.

- Well, the word is, on the street, is that you two

are seeing each other.

- Who'd you hear that from?

- I've got intel all over the city, son.

- Well, you got some bad intel.

Milena was a former patient of mine.

- Okay, then why was she coming out of your apartment

at 5:00 a.m. this morning?

You know you can't lie to me, boy.

- I wouldn't date a drug dealer.

You know that.

Look, you don't have to worry about me.

- I'm always gonna worry about you, son.

Whatever you're doing, I get the distinct feeling

that you know it's wrong.

I love you.

- Dr. Scott, they need you!

[tense music]

- Can somebody help us? - Help!

- We've got an alarm, get me Dr. Scott!

Excuse me, sir.

[alarm blaring]

- What's happening? - She's having a seizure.

- Push 5 of Ativan.

- Meds are in.

Thank you.

Come on, sweetie, breathe.

Breathe.

- What happened?

- Oh, thank God.

- She's gotten worse since we've been here.

Is this related to the alcohol? What's going on?

- We are going to get to the bottom of this.

♪

- Hi.

The C-section went off without a hitch.

Both Ingrid and the baby boy are healthy

and in good condition.

- The baby's healthy? - Yes.

- How can that be? What about the SMA?

- Actually, there's no sign of any defect.

He's breathing well, and his muscle tone is good.

The neonatologist is performing a more thorough exam

as we speak, but all signs look optimistic.

- Oh, my God. - I don't understand.

What about the panel we took the first trimester?

- That's happening more and more these days.

A lot of false positives.

- We were told it was 99% accurate.

- Big tech, unfortunately, got a look at the profit

potential and has, quite frankly,

joined the market in an irresponsible way.

They're providing promises of accuracy

that just aren't achievable yet.

- And your doctor should've advised you

to schedule a follow-up amnio.

[soft sentimental music]

- I don't know what to say.

We didn't think he would survive birth.

- Well, you made what you thought was

the right decision at the time, but unfortunately,

you were given false information.

- Honey--honey, listen.

It's like--it's like it's a miracle.

After all these years, we have a baby.

[both laughing]

- We have a healthy baby.

- Thank you.

♪

- Okay, I'll be right back.

All right, protein is down, albumin is down.

He's near the end.

- Dr. Marcel. - Yeah?

- A Cook County judge has issued a court order

to place a feeding tube into Luis.

- What?

- You petitioned a judge?

- I had to.

- On--on what grounds?

- Dr. Marcel?

[apprehensive music]

- This isn't right.

- Lonnie...

- All right.

We have to place a feeding tube.

- You can't do this.

- Yeah, well, I'm not allowed to let him die.

- But it's his choice.

- The judge disagrees.

- No...

- I'm sorry, Luis.

Soft restraints.

- Please, don't do this.

- Dr. Marcel...

- Soft restraints, let's go.

- Hey.

Hey.

No.

Don't do this.

No!

Don't do this!

♪

.

- Okay, tube's in. Just started nutrition.

Should see some improvements.

- Thank you, Dr. Marcel, that's good to hear.

- You know, I, uh, I kinda wish you'd

read me in before you petitioned the court.

- Why, so you could talk me out of it?

- What exactly did you say to the judge?

- That Luis is experiencing temporary mental deterioration

due to the severity of his poor physical condition.

- Oh, come on, that's a bit of a stretch, isn't it?

I mean, from where I'm standing,

he clearly has decisional capacity.

- How would you know? You just met him this morning.

- Well, maybe that gives me a little

objectivity in this case.

- When it comes to this patient,

in these circumstances, I have considerably

more insight into his state of mind.

[tense music]

♪

- Hey, Dean, look.

- Gerald's CAT scan.

- The pheochromocytoma, it's there.

- I'm not seeing it.

- Look closer, on top of his left kidney.

It's small, but there's definitely

an indiscriminate mass.

- Well, "definitely" is a bit strong, but, yeah,

if you squint, I grant you, there might be something there.

What about the metanephrines?

- Positive as well.

- All right, well, let's get him up to surgery.

- Ingrid's contract stipulated that she's allowed

to spend 30 minutes with the baby postpartum.

- I feel so guilty.

Maybe we should give her another hour or so.

- Honey, that will just make things harder.

- Dr. Asher, why don't you inform Ingrid

that we'll be transporting the baby in a few minutes

so the Harrises can begin bonding with their child.

- Sure.

- I got Zoe's labs back.

- Her blood-alcohol content is now up to .310.

- Wouldn't alcohol poisoning explain her seizure?

- For sure, but her numbers are still

climbing while she sits there on a saline drip.

I mean, how's that even possible?

- She must be drinking.

- We checked all her stuff for booze.

Her parents are watching over her like a hawk.

She couldn't have possibly snuck a drink at--

She swore up and down that she didn't drink anything.

What if she wasn't lying?

- But how?

- Take another look at her CT scans,

the one from this morning.

- I got your labs back, Zoe.

Seems your blood-alcohol content keeps rising.

- That doesn't make any sense.

- Yeah, it's tripping me up, too, because Zoe

said she hadn't had anything to drink.

- Nope, not a drop.

- Still, though, I gotta try to make sense of these numbers.

You know, I do keep thinking back on this fad

from a couple years ago.

A bunch of kids used to take tampons

and soak them in alcohol before using them

and then absorb the alcohol through the bloodstream.

You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?

[tense music]

Reason I ask is, you were on this road trip today,

stuck in a car with your parents.

Conditions were there, if you were desperate

to get your buzz on.

- No way.

- Yeah, you are wearing a tampon.

It showed up in your CT scans.

Whatever you're doing, Zoe, I get the distinct feeling

that you know it's wrong.

♪

- Zoe.

- Honey, you're making yourself sick.

- Zoe, why don't you come with me to the bathroom, okay?

- Okay. Look what we have here.

- That, I believe, is a pheo.

- Looks like you were right, good sleuthing.

Please send this to path for frozen section.

Make sure it's benign and the margins look good.

Big win for the U.S. Navy today, guys and gals.

[whistling "Anchors Aweigh"]

- I've been asked to bring the baby to the NICU now.

- No, no.

- Give us a minute.

- Ingrid, it's time.

- I can't believe they're going to take my baby away from me.

- Look, I understand how you feel,

okay, but he is their baby.

- They didn't want him.

- Ingrid...

- Meg, you're not supposed to be here.

- We owe everything to you, Ingrid.

I don't know how we can ever repay you for what you've done.

And I'm so, so sorry

for what I did,

for what I wanted to do.

If I had known...

Ingrid, I shouldn't have listened--

I should've been like you.

I will never forgive myself.

- No, Meg, don't.

- And you were so strong.

You're so brave. - No, stop.

That--it wasn't like that.

I wasn't brave, I wasn't strong.

I--I knew.

- You knew?

You knew what?

- I had this friend,

they said the same thing to her,

but her baby was okay.

And I just had this feeling that this baby would too.

- Why didn't you tell us?

- Because I-- because, I wanted him.

- Oh, Ingrid...

- I'm sorry--I--I am so sorry.

- No--no...

[soft sentimental music]

Look at him.

[both laugh]

Look at what you did.

He's beautiful.

- He is.

♪

And, um...

and you...

You're going to be a great mom.

- Thank you, Ingrid. - Yeah.

♪

- Oh, my God! Fire! Fire! - [yelling]

- Oh, my God, fire! Fire!

- Back up--back up!

Clear the way!

[people shouting]

[tense music]

♪

- I need help in here!

Luis--backboard, let's go!

On my count, okay, we roll him. One, two, three.

Easy, easy, easy. One, two, three, let's go.

Luis--get him to the room. Come on.

♪

.

- Okay, tube's in.

Let's get him on a vent-- let's go, come on.

- Leads are on.

- Looks like 90% of his body is burned.

Okay, I need two liters of IV.

Let's go through the burns if we have to.

Let's roll him.

- Got it.

- Nice and easy.

Let me see him.

Okay, put him down.

- Can he survive this?

- How in the world did this happen?

- I know he had a lighter and some cigarettes

when he came in this week.

Oh, look, there, that was full, that thing.

- But how did he get to it? He was in restraints.

- He said his wrists hurt.

- You loosened his restraints?

- Well, he was in so much pain.

[machine beeping]

- I can't get blood pressure or a pulse.

- Okay, he's in PEA.

Okay, let's get a milligram of epi.

Let's go, come on. - Got it.

[alarm blaring]

- With these burns and malnutrition,

his survival's unlikely.

Hey, Luis! - Epi's in.

[tense music]

- No.

- Luis, buddy, come on.

Come on, buddy.

♪

[sustained high-pitched tone]

- Asystole.

♪

- Okay.

Time of death, 19:47.

♪

- Well, at least she got her story.

- Um, not the one she was hoping for, is my guess.

- Just put in your discharge paperwork, you're good to go.

- Thank you, Dr. Scott.

- Zoe's feeling much better.

I think we all are, and as much as we wish

this hadn't happened...

- We can now get Zoe the help she needs.

Those substance abuse programs, can we still get

that information from you?

- Absolutely.

- Good on Zoe for coming around.

- Yeah, pretty late in the game.

- It's never too late to do the right thing.

- Why'd you change your mind?

- You did a nice thing for me, saving this.

I was rude to dismiss it, so I would like to apologize.

- Not necessary.

- Come on, Will, you can be honest.

There must've been a bit of you that was upset with me.

- Well, okay, yeah.

I didn't hear from you for almost two years.

- I ghosted you. - Yeah.

I wanted to believe what we had was more meaningful than that.

- Will, come on.

Of course it was.

Will...

[pensive music]

Me cutting you off

wasn't because I didn't care about you.

Okay, I needed to work on myself, on my sobriety,

clear everything away so I could start again.

You know, now that we're working together again...

Maybe we could agree to turn the page?

Be friends?

- Sure.

♪

- So Mindy Zheng already published her story online.

And almost immediately, the mayor put Greyland's

relocation permit on hold.

So at least it looks like, you know,

Luis might be getting what he wanted.

- I know, but did he have to lose his life for it?

And did I do the right thing getting that court order?

I don't think so.

Oh, I'm sorry, I have trouble with that kind of thing.

[laughing]

[sobbing]

[knock at door]

- Hi. - Hey.

- You were all that I thought about today.

♪

What's up?

- We can't do this anymore.

It's not safe for you.

- I'm not worried.

- Cops saw you leaving my place this morning.

- Um... - It's okay.

I didn't blow your cover, but...

- Yeah.

So I guess this is it?

- It's not what I want to do, but...

We gotta.

For your sake.

♪

- Yeah.

- You know, I--

- Oh, there's the man of the hour.

I was just telling Gerald about your stick save today.

He made the right call coming in to see you.

- How are you feeling?

- Dean said I had a pretty close call today.

- He's a tough old salt.

Let's not make it a regular thing, all right?

- Thank you.

- So Gerald, you didn't tell me you served with my father.

[soft sentimental music]

♪

- I remember when this was taken.

- Um...

I'm not sure if you've heard, but Patrick passed away

about three months ago.

- I know.

He didn't want me to see him when he was sick.

- Yeah, he kind of cut himself off.

I didn't find out how sick he was till it was too late.

- Patrick was always a very private person,

but he told me a lot about you.

That's why I came in today-- I wanted to meet his son.

- So you two were close?

- Yes.

Look, I shouldn't have come in.

- Wait, I--I don't understand.

- Your father never wanted you to know.

- Know what?

- We were in love.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]