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♪ NCIS:New Orleans 5x06 ♪ Pound of Flesh Original Air Date on October 30, 2018

(water dripping)

(whimpers softly)

(shudders)

(straining)

(whistling)

(groans)

(whistling continues)

(muffled shouting)

(screaming): Help me, please!

(grunts)

Somebody help!

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang ♪

♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ How, how, how, how ♪

♪ Hey, hey ♪

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♪ You gotta come on. ♪

(phone ringing)

NCIS. He-- (dial tone)

(indistinct chatter)

- Morning, Monica. - Good morning, sir.

- Hey. - Calvin. What...?

(both laughing)

Sorry to let myself in, but nobody was out front.

Yeah, no, no, my assistant's not here.

- It's not like her to be late. - Yeah, well,

Monday mornings are rough for everyone, right?

- - Yeah. What are you doing here, Cal? What do you mean?

Our appointment's not until tomorrow.

I just couldn't wait that long to see Dwayne Pride

in a suit and tie. - Yeah.

- Almost makes me look respectable. - Almost.

You don't need to stall, Doc.

What'd you find out?

Actually, nothing.

I reviewed the diagnostics you sent me.

Cerebral angiogram was clear. Blood flow normal.

No structural abnormalities.

Bottom line, your brain is in perfect working order.

Exactly what my neurologist said.

You seem disappointed. 'Cause, you know, usually,

patients are happy when they find out they're okay.

I just, uh...

I just want to know what's happening to me.

Ever since the shooting, I've been seeing things.

Hallucinations?

Disconnected moments in time. Disjointed memories.

People who aren't there.

Sometimes I can barely tell 'em apart from reality.

Have you been sleeping?

Couple hours every night, if I'm lucky.

Most nights I'm not.

Well, flashbacks, nightmares, sleeping disturbances,

it's all textbook PTSD. - PTSD.

Also what my neurologist said.

Your body has healed,

but your mind's still playing catch-up.

You're gonna tell me I need therapy?

And you're gonna tell me you don't have time.

Which is why I am prescribing Alprazolam for the anxiety,

Zolpidem, for the sleepless nights,

and an SSRI cocktail just to help you push through.

You know I'm not a fan of pharmaceuticals.

And also know that you are dangerously close

to a breaking point, Dwayne.

One way or another, something's got to give.

Here.

Where you go from here, that's entirely up to you.

(phone ringing)

Hannah.

What?

Yeah, I'm on my way.

- What's up? - They just found my assistant.

State police picked her up

wandering on the side of the road.

She was abducted by a single male suspect.

He held her captive.

- Assault? - She's pretty banged up.

Fortunately, the rape kit results were negative.

- What else does she remember? - I don't know yet.

She said she wanted to talk to you first.

Hey.

Hi.

Ginny.

Special Agent Pride.

I'm so sorry.

Sorry about what?

You did exactly what you were supposed to do, Ginny.

Survive. No.

- I let my guard down. - It's not your fault.

We're gonna get the guy. I can promise you that.

But we're gonna need your help.

I never saw his face.

That's okay, just tell us what you do remember.

This is Agent Khoury.

Hannah.

Hi, Ginny.

I met up with a... couple of friends

after work on Friday.

We wanted to

hear some music, have some drinks.

Where?

Uh, the Bacchanal.

We were...

all dancing,

feeling great.

Then all of a sudden, I-I felt sick.

The room was spinning.

I-I only had one drink.

Suspect may have spiked it.

I know that I should have

kept an eye on my drink,

shouldn't have left alone.

I know the things that I'm supposed to do.

- Ginny, it's okay. - I should have called a car.

I just felt so bad that I...

started walking.

- I thought the fresh air would help. - In what direction

did you walk? I don't know.

Next thing I remember is waking up in that house.

Hanging there, alone in the dark.

Tell us what you saw after you escaped.

There were, um,

houses everywhere.

But no one was there.

They were all abandoned.

Like a nightmare.

Did you see any street signs,

visual landmarks?

I can't remember.

Maybe if you take me out,

drive me around,

I'll see something I recognize.

We can go now.

No.

You need to stay here and let the doctors take care of you.

We can handle the rest right now.

I can't sit here

and do nothing.

He's still out there. He could hurt somebody else.

You said that you needed my help.

I am willing to do whatever it takes.

Just like you, Special Agent Pride.

(cooing)

Pride?

Are you okay?

We need to...

We need to loop the team in,

and, uh...

we need to somehow

narrow down the search area

and find that house.

Okay, I'll coordinate with NOPD.

Okay.

Ginny.

If the docs sign off, we're gonna get you discharged,

and you and I are gonna

break this case together.

- Okay. - Okay.

GREGORIO: 13 years after Katrina,

and there are still thousands of blighted houses

across the city.

Most of these communities look like ghost towns.

How are we supposed to find

one particular abandoned house without any description?

Police picked Ginny up deep in New Orleans East.

Even if she ran full stride for an hour,

there's no way she'd travel that far.

I mean, maybe six to eight miles.

Cut that in half, there are still 200 abandoned houses

she could have escaped from.

(scoffs) Gonna take us days to check 'em all.

- Perp be long gone by then. - Yeah.

I might have a faster way of finding him.

LASALLE: We're all ears.

So, the handcuffs that Ginny was wearing

were standard issue, just available at any

Army-Navy surplus store.

But I found blood traces on the chain link, not Ginny's.

- Tell me you got a hit, Sebastian. - Yeah.

This is Edward Lightell, drug dealer and professional scumbag.

He's currently on parole for two counts

of second-degree sexual battery.

Ginny wasn't sexually assaulted.

Yeah, well, look at this creep. It was just a matter of time.

LASALLE: We get an address?

Yeah, a halfway house in Metairie.

But his P.O. says that

Lightell's been missing for days.

However, I found his car at a city impound lot.

Get this. It was towed this morning from a street

in an abandoned part of New Orleans East.

I'll call Hannah.

Pride, we just cleared every house on the street

where Lightell's car was parked; we got nothing.

Doesn't mean he's not

hiding here somewhere.

Okay, we'll expand our search grid,

keep going until we find something.

Any luck with Ginny?

Not yet.

But keep monitoring our position

in case that changes.

Copy that.

Feels like whole pieces of my memory are just gone.

Not gone, buried.

One of the ways our subconscious tries to protect us from trauma.

You got to... dig through it to get to the answers.

You say that like you know something about it.

Well, maybe a little.

So, what can I do to dig the pieces out?

I'm still trying to figure that out for myself.

Oh, my God.

Ginny...

I remember that face.

- What? - I was definitely here.

All right, look,

take a deep breath.

Block out the noise.

Try to focus on everything you were seeing

and feeling in that moment.

Through there.

♪ ♪

I came through that window.

Somebody help!

Okay, Ginny,

listen to me, I want you to go

straight back to my car,

all right? I want you to

lock the doors, you understand me?

Ginny, you understand me?

Yes.

Okay, go, go.

(phone dials, line rings)

HANNAH (over phone): Pride, any news?

Yeah, we found it.

Southwest corner of Mitchum and Grant,

white house, balcony.

Copy that. We're on our way.

I'm going in.

(sniffs)

(flies buzzing)

(coughs, gasps)

I see you found Edward Lightell.

At least what's left of him.

This is why I hate Halloween.

It's when all the freakiest stuff happens around here.

I can't stop thinking about how lucky Ginny was.

Yeah, well, if she hadn't escaped,

she might've ended up gutted, too.

HANNAH: Wade thinks Lightell's been dead

for at least 48 hours.

All right, well, that clears him of the kidnapping.

He was a victim, too, at least in this case.

Puts us back to square one on finding a suspect and a motive--

doesn't seem like sexual assault anymore.

Ritualistic mutilation really changes our profile.

You thinking serial killer?

Maybe, but there's no obvious pattern.

Ginny Young and Ed Lightell couldn't be more different.

HANNAH: So if we find a connection,

we may be able to anticipate the next target.

Yeah, might have something to do

with these markings that were painted on the, uh,

crime scene walls. - What are they?

They're definitely West African in origin,

but there's at least a dozen ancient religions

with symbols like that.

How do you know that?

I studied anthropology in college for a hot minute.

I think our best bet is Vodun.

What?

- Voodoo. - Ugh.

It really is Halloween, isn't it?

Vodun is considerably more peaceful

than pop culture would have us to believe.

There is nothing peaceful about human sacrifice.

Yeah, well, if that's what happened here.

We need to consult a local practitioner.

Either of you know any?

Why is it that you never come to see me

for a cup of tea or to catch up?

It's only ever when you think a Voodoo cult

has brutally murdered a poor, unsuspecting

sailor or such.

So these are Voodoo markings?

No, not Voodoo, Dwayne, Santeria.

Well, they have a similar origin and belief system.

Santeria came to America from Cuba and Mexico.

Voodoo came from Haiti, and none of them condone murder.

Well, in this case, we have the killing

and desecration of a person,

and these markings suggest

a religious angle.

These are not the work of a true believer,

just some nut who's got his screws loose.

And you knew that before you came in here.

So why are you really here?

I was hoping that these

symbols would help

lead us to the suspect, that's all.

Appreciate your time, Zaire.

Well, not so fast, Dwayne.

- Let's talk. - I'm fine.

You're anything but fine.

I could feel it off you

the moment you walked in. You've got trouble.

Seems like you inherited more than your grandmother's store.

You get her sixth sense, too?

I'm just observant.

Big bag of pills, it's never a good sign.

Been through a lot lately.

- Doctors say it's trauma. - Sure.

But there's more to it.

You've experienced

something most people never even come close to.

- Yeah, I was shot three times. - Not that part.

You were on the other side.

I never said any...

It's written all over you, Dwayne.

And I can see that it feels like a burden.

Honestly?

I'd just like to be able to

sleep without having visions. These drugs can help.

Maybe.

But...

if you brew this tea before bed,

I think it'll do you better.

It'll stop the visions?

No, but it'll make it easier to accept them.

Thank you.

He said in a placating tone. Just try it, Dwayne.

Yeah, maybe, Zaire, maybe.

Okay.

Oh, and tell your brother,

Jimmy, to come in. I got something for him.

- How do you know that... - Oh stop it, Dwayne.

I am not psychic.

He came in the other day,

introduced himself.

Needed something for his migraines.

(wings flapping)

(cooing)

♪ ♪

- Autopsy already done, Doc? - Ah.

Our killer did most of the heavy lifting.

Emptied the chest cavity; saved me some time.

Emptied it?

Like scooped everything out?

All Mr. Lightell's vital organs were removed.

Heart, liver, kidneys, lungs.

But this was no butcher job; the parts were harvested.

- Harvested? - I know it may not look like it,

but all of the vessels were ligated with precision,

ensuring that the organs

remained intact.

Whoever did this has advanced medical training.

Not some psychopath just running around

chopping folks up for fun.

Especially when you consider that both Ginny Young

and Ed Lightell had high doses

of ketamine in their system.

- Horse tranquilizer. - Not only that,

Lightell's toxicology revealed traces

of physostigma venenosum,

known as the Calabar bean.

- Never heard of it. - It's rare.

It's indigenous to Southeastern Nigeria.

I'm guessing poisonous.

Extremely,

but in lower doses,

it acts as a paralytic.

Are you saying someone

took out his organs while he was still alive?

It would appear so.

You said these Calabar beans are rare.

Especially in the States.

Well, if we find out how the killer got them,

maybe we can find him.

So there are three Nigerian nurseries

that export Calabar all around the world.

But since it's categorized as a poisonous plant,

FDA regulates importation to the States.

Who's licensed to receive it?

Pharmaceutical and biomedical research labs.

Customs has cleared four shipments

to the New Orleans area in the last 12 months.

Yeah, one of them went to a medical research facility

that shut down three years ago.

New Orleans Institute of Health.

GREGORIO: Courier says the package

was signed for by an Ignacio Marquez.

What do we know about him?

Only that he immigrated here

from Cuba last March and that he never worked

for the New Orleans Institute of Health.

Okay, call Lasalle,

tell him to meet us at that research facility.

(car alarm chirps)

I checked the perimeter. No sign of movement.

Entergy says the power's been cut off to the whole building.

Hmm? Wait, you're telling me I have to go

into Dracula's castle in the dark?

You want me to hold your little hand?

You touch me, Sebastian, I'll shoot you.

Come on.

This place is huge.

Let's split up. Teams of two.

Sebastian, you're with me.

(clattering nearby)

You all right?

No! We're in the creepiest building in the world

searching for a freak who likes

to cut people up. Do I look all right?

Come on.

(whistling in distance)

(whistling continues)

NCIS! Don't move!

Get your hands up. Turn around.

Drop it.

Go!

Call for backup!

NCIS! Stop!

Marquez! On your knees.

Don't do it!

Stop!

(groans)

Go, go check on Sebastian, go.

Sebastian.

Paramedics are on the way, but it's too late.

I can't find a pulse.

- You sure? - Yeah, I'm positive.

(moaning)

LASALLE: The vic on the table, Daniel York,

is an accountant at St. Tammany Parish.

Reported missing four days ago.

Yeah, and he was dead. I was sure of it.

According to Doc Wade, he was dosed heavily

with Calabar beans. It slowed York's pulse.

Mine almost stopped when he sat up.

- Gregorio's, too. - (sighs)

Think she's pissed at me?

"Pissed" would be an understatement, Sebastian.

But the good news is,

York's out of surgery and expected to survive.

Yeah, well, the bad news is our suspect got away,

he could grab somebody else.

We need to figure out his pattern

and stop him before he does. - We got an accountant

from St. Tammany,

Pride's assistant Ginny

and sexual predator Lightell

all abducted by Ignacio Marquez. Why?

Other than he likes to play real-life Operation?

Actually, Marquez is a doctor.

U.S. embassy in Havana gave me a full background on our suspect.

Resident at the Hospital de Curación

in Santiago, that is, until he was fired

for performing unnecessary procedures on mental patients.

Oh, okay, so he's legit crazy.

Spoke to a santero from a local Santeria house

where Marquez was a member.

Got banned for being too extreme.

Extreme how?

Organizing animal sacrifice.

He wanted to be part of this blood ritual,

showed up with a gallon of human blood to the service,

was forcibly removed.

Man, that's creepy, even for New Orleans.

Yeah, but there is a method to his madness.

Those Calabar beans he purchased were not cheap.

And that medical equipment he's using is top of the line, too.

This guy's flush with cash. Where'd he get it?

Well, not from practicing medicine.

Works nights as a janitor.

For a company that specializes in disposing of medical waste.

Well, that gives him access to hospitals,

research labs, universities.

GREGORIO: And transplant facilities.

Big business in black market organs.

LASALLE: Yeah, but transplants are regulated

by UNOS.

But tissue recovery for medical research is not.

If the organs are

no longer viable,

they can be legally donated or sold.

Well, that could explain how Marquez is making his money.

Research labs will pay

big bucks for human parts.

Am I the only one completely disturbed by that statement?

LASALLE: Well, it's not about religion

for Marquez, it's about greed.

Okay, I'm happy to moderate this debate,

but after we catch him.

Ah, good timing, Dwayne.

Hannah will be here any moment for my findings

on Lightell's autopsy.

But that's not why you're here.

Why else would I be here?

Oh, I imagine you're about to tell me.

You remember Akia Dupre?

Owned the spiritualist shop next to the Trutone?

Died last year.

Granddaughter Zaire

is running the place now.

She's turned it into a cafe.

She gave me some...

...special tea.

Want me to tell you what's in it?

If it's not too much trouble.

Not at all.

Tell me the rest. Let's skip the denials.

I'm still experiencing things I can't explain.

Yes, you went to the doctor. What did Calvin say?

That there was nothing wrong with me.

At least not physical.

He prescribed some pills to help deal with the rest.

Doesn't he know how you feel about pharmaceuticals?

You know I'm not gonna take them, but...

I need to sleep, Loretta.

And the tea's supposed to help?

Yeah. But not by covering up the symptoms.

Zaire says it'll help me

accept what's happening. I may be a doctor,

but I know firsthand

that science doesn't always have the answer.

Sometimes the only way to find

what you seek is to travel the alternate path.

(door opens)

Sorry.

Am I interrupting?

No. The show's just about to start.

It's a skin sample of Edward Lightell's abdomen.

And while examining it, I found this puncture wound.

Looks like an injection site.

Well, based on location, I'd say more likely

a percutaneous liver biopsy.

Why is that significant?

Because I confirmed the presence of similar puncture wounds

in both Daniel York and Ginny.

And that's not the only thing they have in common.

All three of them, blood type O negative.

Marquez has been searching for a specific liver.

That's why he keeps his victims alive

while he's trying to find it.

WADE: He needs the liver

to stay viable because he needs it for a live transplant.

Marquez works for a medical waste company.

Cane Transplant Center is one of their biggest clients.

And one of the only facilities in the city

that would have a need for a viable human liver.

Worth paying them a visit.

I'll have Gregorio meet me there.

You're not gonna go with her?

No, she's got it handled.

I think I'm gonna check on Ginny.

If Marquez still hasn't found

what he's looking for,

Ginny could still be in danger.

- Thank you. Hey. - Hey.

Nurse says Marquez picks up the medical waste two nights a week.

- No contact with staff. - Well, someone here

has to know him. - And that someone would be me.

I heard you ladies were asking about Ignacio?

Federal agents, actually.

I'm Special Agent Khoury.

This is Special Agent Gregorio.

Anything you can tell us would be helpful.

Not much to tell.

Uh, we shoot the breeze. We're both big soccer fans.

He, uh, seems like a decent guy.

When's the last time he was here?

I don't know. Maybe a week ago?

Sorry-- what did he do?

DR. FRANCIS: Brent, can we finish these

post-op reports so I can get out of here?

Susan, these guys are federal agents.

They're asking about Ignacio.

Oh, yeah. Nice guy.

He do something?

DR. STOKELY: Susan and I are fellows,

which means we get all the paperwork.

And are the only other ones here

late at night when Ignacio comes by.

But tonight might be an exception if we can wrap it up.

HANNAH: Oh, we won't keep you long, maybe we can

just grab a coffee and... - Fellows don't drink coffee.

At least, not my fellows.

Thank you, doctors, you're relieved.

I'm Vincent Welles,

chief of surgery. The nurses told me you had some questions.

We do.

Unfortunately, I can't answer them,

as I'm sure you're aware of HIPAA laws.

Nobody's asking you to violate confidentiality, Doctor.

Why don't you at least hear the questions

before you stonewall us?

Because my next 18 hours are booked

with back-to-back surgeries.

You know, life-and-death stuff.

One of your vendors is responsible

for multiple abductions

and at least one violent murder.

Also life-and-death stuff.

Ignacio Marquez might be trying to sell donor livers

to one of your patients.

That's absurd.

The allocation and distribution

of human organs

is the most regulated area of health care.

And yet, people are still paying

up to 150 grand for a single black market liver.

Even if one of our patients did secure a liver illegally,

I would never allow it to be transplanted in my clinic.

I respect your conviction, Doctor,

but there's a dangerous man on the loose,

and something in your records may help us find him.

The only way you're seeing those records is with a court order.

Oh, well, good thing I stopped

on the way, to get one.

LASALLE: Thanks for the update, Sergeant.

We got BOLOs out at a dozen jurisdictions

and still no sign of Marquez.

Well, I just scoured the Cane Transplant database.

I think I figured out how Marquez

has been identifying his victims.

So Ginny, Lightell and York

were all registered as possible organ donors.

All their personal information

is listed here for Marquez to see.

Well, he was an outside contractor.

How did he get access to the database?

It could be somebody on the inside.

I'll run background on all the employees

who had access to the files.

I'll also review Cane's security footage,

see who had contact with our suspect.

All right, I'll cross-reference the patients

waiting for a transplant.

One of them may have been trying to jump their place in line.

Chris, there are at least a dozen names on here

that have similar donor characteristics to our victims.

I'll have the marshals put them in protective custody.

Until we find Marquez, none of them are safe.

(doorbell rings)

Ginny, it's Dwayne.

I come bearing lunch.

(doorbell rings)

Ginny?

(cooing)

(knocks on door)

(panting): Ginny.

All right. Wake up. Ginny.

Hey. You need to stay awake, all right?

Wake up. Ginnny, we need to get out of here.

Ginny.

What...?

(grunts) No, no.

Stay right there. No... no, Ginny.

Now how do you feel?

Like I've been run over by a streetcar, twice.

Well, the naloxone should counteract the effects

of whatever he injected you with.

But it'll take a little time to work.

Marquez took Ginny in broad daylight.

He's reckless and desperate,

and knows we're after him. We are all out of time.

No, Hannah and the team are doing

whatever they can to locate him.

I just... should have known this was gonna happen.

- He got the drop on you, Dwayne. - No.

Before that. I saw the signs.

The rock doves.

I-I just didn't understand what they meant.

- Could you give us a moment, please? - Yes, ma'am.

So what is it that you didn't understand?

It was a warning.

That Ginny was in trouble.

Because of some doves?

When you say it like that, it makes me sound like...

No, you're a lot of things, Dwayne Pride,

but crazy isn't one of them.

It's called intuition.

Years of experience on the job.

- A sixth sense. - No.

No. This was something else.

(phone ringing)

Hannah, please tell me you found Ginny.

No, not yet, but a neighbor did see Marquez loading her

into a black Toyota.

We got three agencies assisting with the manhunt.

Well, he came after Ginny twice.

She must have the liver that he needs.

Yeah, and whoever he needs it for

probably can't wait much longer.

We need to track down every doctor in this area

who has the training required to perform the transplant.

Well, I would ask Dr. Welles for a list, but after

our last conversation, I doubt he'd cooperate.

Well, I'm not gonna give him a choice.

I'll drive.

I'm fine, Loretta.

I'm fine, I'm fi...

Dwayne.

Give me your keys, Dwayne.

If you're nice, maybe I'll let you pick the music.

Hey. Check this out.

I've gone through 500 patients' files, and only one of them

was incomplete: Skylar Samms.

- Well, what's missing? - We got an address,

phone number, fake social,

but no photo, medical history or insurance records.

You run the address?

Defunct auto parts store in Lakeview.

I even checked with the DMV.

There's no records of her at all.

Huh.

Well, it sounds like Skylar Samms is an alias.

I do have a surgeon's reference: Vincent Welles.

He ordered a full battery of pre-op diagnostics a week ago.

I don't get it.

Why would the chief of surgery want to conceal

his patient's identity?

Because he doesn't want anybody to know he's implanting

a black market liver.

(sighs)

We want to find Ginny Young, we need to identify Skylar Samms.

I'm open to suggestions.

What was the date and time of her last pre-op test?

Tuesday, 4:30 a.m.

- When nobody else was around. - Yeah,

except the all-seeing eye

in the sky.

There she is.

Say hello to Skylar Samms.

I know that girl.

Excuse me. Federal agent.

We need to speak with Dr. Welles right away.

I'm sorry. He's already left for the evening.

Are you sure? Can you check again?

I saw him walk out a few hours ago, but...

That's strange.

Key card log says he's still in the building.

(phone ringing)

What do you got?

HANNAH (over phone): The name of the patient

waiting for Ginny's liver is Dr. Susan Francis.

Doctor?

Yeah. Tammy and I met her.

She's a fellow at the transplant center.

Francis got a donor liver a few years back,

but had complications.

So she hired Marquez to find a new one?

The other fellow,

Brent Stokely, created a false patient profile.

The two have been dating since med school.

What about Welles?

Why would he risk everything to help them?

I'm not sure that he is helping them.

At least, not by choice.

There's a good chance Welles's signature was forged

on Francis's pre-op orders.

Can Stokely do the surgery by himself?

According to the experts I spoke to, no.

All right, I think the operation is happening right here and now.

Send backup. Okay.

Excuse me. You need to take us to the operating rooms.

Right now. I can't. I'm-I'm not authorized.

- Listen... - Dwayne. This way.

Dwayne, over here.

PRIDE: They're operating on Susan and Ginny.

Stay here.

Welles, Stokely,

you stop what you're doing right now.

I can't.

He's forcing me.

Loretta.

(quietly): Oh, God.

Stokely, step away from Ginny

and put down the scalpel.

Or what? You'll shoot?

If my hand slips even the slightest bit,

I'll nick the abdominal aorta

and the patient will bleed out in 60 seconds.

He's right, Dwayne.

Now hang tight while I save Susan,

or they both die.

PRIDE: Ginny doesn't deserve this, Stokely.

Whatever you think can be gained here, you're wrong.

Don't let anyone else get hurt.

Keep quiet. I'm trying to concentrate.

Brent, this is insane.

If you had helped her from the beginning,

none of this would be happening. - I tried.

You made one phone call. That's all.

UNOS denied her status. What more could I have done?

They shouldn't get to decide who lives and dies.

Isn't that what you're doing? Choosing one life over another?

DR. STOKELY: Susan is a brilliant doctor.

Her survival will benefit hundreds of patients.

Not this way it won't.

Her medical career is over.

And so is yours.

Either way, she lives.

It's a price I'm willing to pay.

Now back off.

(monitor beeping rapidly)

Susan's heart rate's dropping.

She's crashing.

What did you do to her?

(monitor flatlining)

Her body was too weak, Brent.

I'm so sorry.

Get out of my way. Susan?

She's gone.

- No! - Ah!

WADE: You okay?

- Yeah. DR. WELLES: Ginny's crashing.

He's already bisected the portal vein.

NURSE: Doctor, your arm. - I'll be fine.

Keep the lap pads coming.

Prep for a lateral venorrhaphy. It's our only chance.

She's bleeding out, Doctor.

DR. WELLES: Come on, Ginny.

Hang on, hang on.

We're losing her.

(echoing): We're losing her.

Knock, knock.

(laughs softly)

Special Agent Pride.

We've faced death together at least twice.

Think you can call me Dwayne now.

Heard you took a victory lap around the floor.

Two, actually.

(laughs softly)

I'll be back to work in no time.

Hey, the last thing you need to do

is push yourself too hard.

I speak from experience.

How can I ever repay what you did for me?

By getting better.

And putting all of this behind you.

You make that sound easy.

Well, God knows it isn't.

But I'm learning there's no reason to look back

unless you're planning on going that way.

I promise you, I have no intention of doing that.

Me, neither.

Lemongrass, pomegranate flowers

and goji berries.

It's all natural, no magic.

I had it analyzed.

Good work, Detective.

But I'm pretty sure you missed the point.

You want me to abandon all logic...

I want you to accept that some mysteries

are not meant to be solved.

That's just not easy for someone like me.

Even more reason to take a leap of faith.

Trust that the universe will provide

everything that you need.

And what you need the most right now...

...is to get some rest.

(laughs softly)

Dwayne, Dwayne, Dwayne.

SEBASTIAN: Hannah, will you tell her

that she's got to put the ears on, please?

(laughs) Wow.

I thought you hated Halloween.

She's had a bit of a change of heart.

I did not. I still hate it.

Well, why are you going out with me, then?

Because I owe you, for scaring the living crap out of me

at that abandoned lab, and because

payback's a bitch, right?

- I got a plan to get him back. - Okay, all right.

That's fine. This is gonna be the worst Halloween of my life.

You're welcome to join.

Maybe next time.

I'm actually, I think I'm gonna chill out here.

I was gonna watch a-- maybe a movie...

Oh, Sebastian, put the damn ears back on

and move your tail.

(sighs)

Night, Hannah.

Meow.

Meow.

CHILDREN: Trick or treat!

(excited chatter)

(laughs softly)

== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man