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- I mean, Hannah's
kind and super cute.

- She's a catch no question,
but you're still in recovery.

- But Sean, he's a donor
match for you, Dean.

We can get you in for
surgery next month.

- Did you talk to Sean today?

He's not answering his phone.
Didn't show up for work.

- Try not to think the worst.

- 2.0 put Med on the map.

To show just how much I
believe in this OR suite,

I'm gonna put my
life in its hands.

- 2.0 hitting the
stock exchange

benefits Dayton Corporation,
not Chicago Med.

- The large lesion that
Crockett attempted to ablate?

It's not on Richard's CT.

- 2.0 created the
lesion on its own?

- Crockett wasn't responsible
for Richard Evans' death.

- 2.0 was.

- Hey.

I don't have long.

Got a meeting with
Goodwin and legal.

What's up?

- If it's about Richard Evans'
death, cancel that meeting.

- What?

- You were not responsible.
- Oh, come on, Will.

You saw the surgical record.

I got too close to
the hepatic vein.

I caused the clot.

- Because you were trying
to ablate a large lesion.

- Yeah, so? It's
still my fault.

- No, because actually
that lesion wasn't there.

- What do you mean?
- It didn't exist.

- Yes, it did.

It was clearly evident
in the intraoperative CT.

- Right. 2.0's CT
during surgery,

but take a look
at the pre-op CT.

[soft dramatic music]

♪

- They're not there.

I... I don't understand.

How could what 2.0
showed be so different?

- 2.0 made it up.

During surgery, you asked 2.0
for navigational guidance.

It didn't have the data
to give you that guidance,

so it created a lesion
that did not exist.

- Why would it do that?
- Unfortunately, in a way,

we've taught 2.0 to please us.

What it did was a misguided
attempt to help you.

We're actually seeing this
across various AI chat bots.

- But in 2.0's case, it's
not as harmless as giving you

the wrong driving directions.

It can kill someone.

It did.

- And until we can figure out
how to install guardrails,

we've got to shut it down.

♪

- So, Jack launched his IPO.

- Yeah, it's a big day for him.

- And us.

- Oh, I don't know that Jack's
corporate business impacts us.

Why don't you go
over and say hello?

I got my phone to
keep me company.

- Eh, I mean, she
looks... She looks busy.

- You two having problems?

- Kind of had a row last night.

You know? I asked her
to move in with me.

- Oh.

Uh, and it was a
mistake, I take it?

- I guess it was.

I mean...

I don't know. Maybe
it was the timing.

Right?

Look, she just lost her life
savings and her apartment.

That's another conversation.

But she's broke, doesn't
have a place to live.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

Said I was treating her
like a charity case.

- Yikes. [laughs]
- What?

Yeah, and why didn't I
ask her to move in before?

- That's a tough one, Daniel.

I mean, I can get how
she'd feel that way.

She seems like a pretty
independent woman.

- I mean, I don't know.

Why didn't I ask her before?

♪

I don't know.

- Sean here?

- Yeah.

- What happened?
- He's OK, Dean.

He fell off the
wagon, passed out.

A friend brought him in, said
it was alcohol and benzos.

We're running a tox
screen just to make sure

there's nothing else.
- How's he being treated?

- Heavy fluids and dextrose,
a dose of flumazenil.

He's awake right now.

♪

[machine beeping]

- Hello, son.

- I'm so sorry.

- No, it's all right.
It's all right.

- No.

I let you down.
- No.

It's gonna be OK.

We'll get past
this. Just rest.

♪

- Dr. Johnson,
I'm Dr. Halstead.

What do you got?

- Husband and wife.

Fred and Janice Anderson.

Early 50s, MVC.

Car went off the
road into a tree.

Fred was trapped for several
minutes inside the vehicle

while it was on fire.

He was extricated and
intubated due to stridor

and respiratory distress
from smoke inhalation.

Carboxyhemoglobin tested
in the helo was 55.

Janice was able
to self-extricate,

complained of chest pain.

Gave her 50 of fentanyl en
route, satting at 95, GCS 15.

- Let's go.

♪

- Airway's intact.
Bilateral breath sounds.

- Heart rate 122. BP 130/86.

- Same as en route.

- All right.

No outward signs of
blunt force trauma.

X-ray?

Chest first, Mike.

- Clear.
[machine whirs]

- That looks OK.

- OK, now pelvis.

- Clear.
[machine whirs]

- That looks good too.

- All right.

All right, Nancy,
call over to CT.

Let them know we're
sending him for a pan scan.

- Got it.

- Loren.
- Maggie.

- You're running an
air ambulance now?

- Yeah, I got my accreditation.

- Guess we're
seeing more of you.

- Vitals are good.

Satting at 95 on 2
liters of oxygen.

- C-spine?

- Clinically clear.

She has a couple broken ribs,
minor pulmonary contusion.

Nothing serious.

- OK. Thanks, Kai.
- Yeah.

- Ms. Anderson, are
you still feeling pain?

- It's not that.

- Can you tell me what
happened with the accident?

- Janice?

♪

- My husband...
- Fred is stable.

- What is it?
- [sobs]

He tried to kill us.

He tried to kill us!

[sobs]

[ominous music]

♪

- Hey, Jack.

- Hey, Crockett.

I was just headed up to pre-op,

see if I could find
a flattering gown.

Fat chance, huh?
- Yeah, well, listen.

We can't do your
hernia repair in 2.0.

- Sure we can. That's
the whole point.

- No. We discovered there's a
serious problem with the system.

- Oh, come on, Crockett.

You're not still
beating yourself up

over Richard Evans, are you?

I told you, the entire
surgery was a Hail Mary.

He was terminal to begin with.

- Jack, the AI gives bad advice.

Hell, it makes stuff up.
We got to shut it down.

- Look, every surgeon
makes mistakes, all right?

Even the best.

Don't blame the scalpel.

- 2.0 sent me after a
lesion that wasn't there.

It produced images of a
tumor that did not exist.

The platform is
defective. You understand?

Let me show you the pre-op
scans next to 2.0's.

- No, no need.

I trust you.

Right, well, let me figure
out what to do about this.

- [sighs]

- Thank you for bringing
it to my attention.

- Yeah.

Yeah, of course.

- What's up?

- Husband and wife, possible
murder-suicide attempt...

At least that's
what the wife says.

- I have to tell you,
I don't believe it.

- This is Dr. Johnson.

He runs the medevac service
that flew the couple in.

- Yeah, I've known
them for years.

The Andersons are
a devoted couple.

Fred could never do
anything like that.

- Yeah. Fred's intubated and
currently in the CT scanner.

- Can I talk to her?

- Yeah.

[tapping on glass]

- Mrs. Anderson,
how are you doing?

I'm Dr. Charles.

- Psychiatry?

- Can you, to the
best of your ability,

try and, you know, just
tell me what happened today?

- [sighs, sniffles]

- I was driving and

Fred suddenly grabbed the wheel
and turned us off the road.

- Oh, man. That
must have been...

That must have been terrifying.

- Yes.

I screamed at him
just to let go,

and he wouldn't, he...

Before I could brake,
we hit the tree.

- Had you been
quarreling or anything?

- No!

It's just completely
out of the blue.

- OK.

- We've always had a
very happy marriage...

I thought.

- So nothing out of
the ordinary recently

relationship wise?

- I don't know.

Fred has seemed a
little different lately.

- Different how?

- A little off.

Out of sorts, you know?

Really down.

I always ask him if
anything's wrong.

He always says he's
fine. [sniffles]

I... I just don't understand.

I mean, to do something
like this, it's...

- Look, I completely understand
how upsetting this must be,

but I promise you, we're
gonna get some clarity.

All right?

In the meantime, can you try
and get some rest for me?

All right? And I'll check
back with you in a bit.

- Thank you.
- OK.

- Hey, Dean. Sean's
tox screen came back.

- Hi.

- You OK?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Just a headache.

So what about Sean?
- Well, good news.

There were no other
drugs in his system.

- Ah. Cold comfort.

All right. Thanks.

Never should've...

Never should've let him
give me his kidney anyway.

- Why?

You think somehow all
this was your fault?

- He was already fragile.

I just added another
level of stress.

- From my experience, it's...

It's very hard to
say what factors

lead to anybody relapsing.

- Well, I'm gonna remove
one of those factors

and tell him that I
don't want his kidney.

- No, Dean.

That's... that's the last
thing that you should do.

Sean already feels terrible.
That'll make him feel worse.

It could send him into a spiral.

- Hannah, we both
know there's a problem

with him donating now anyway.

- Yes, but we don't need
to tell Sean that yet.

OK? Don't take
this away from him.

- Dr. Archer, Maggie wants
you in treatment six.

- All right.

- Sarah, sweetie?
This is Dr. Archer.

- What's going on, Sarah?

- Hurts, pretty bad.

- Yeah? Abdomen? For how long?

- Couple of days.
It's getting worse.

- OK.

- Vitals are normal
and there's no fever.

- OK. Milligram for
hydromorphone for the pain,

and we're gonna
do an ultrasound.

Will that be OK?
- OK.

- All right. OK. Can
I take these from you?

- Um...

Yes. Yes.

- Peanuts?

- For the squirrels.
- OK.

- [grunts]

- OK. It's gonna
feel a little cold.

All right?
- [shaky exhale]

- I'm not seeing anything
out of the ordinary.

Have you been having
any other symptoms?

- Well, I've been, um...

Constipated.

- And that isn't
usually an issue?

- Mm-mm.
- OK.

Gonna need to do a
CT of your belly.

It's kind of an X-ray to help us

find out what's going on, OK?

- The techs will be in to
bring you up to radiology.

- Thank you. Thank you both.

- Fred's awake and extubated.
You can talk to him now.

- Mr. Anderson,
how are you doing?

I'm Dr. Charles.

- Loren, is Janice all right?

- Look, she's injured,
Fred, but not seriously.

- Oh, thank God.

- Can you remember what
happened this morning?

- What did Janice tell you?
That I grabbed the wheel?

- Yeah, and, you know,
drove the car off the road.

- [sighs]

I can't explain what happened.

I... I wasn't in control.

- How do you mean?
- It wasn't me.

- Oh, somebody else
was in the car?

- No.

- I'm sorry. I'm just
not quite following.

- It was this hand.

It grabbed the wheel.
I couldn't stop it.

It wouldn't let go.

[foreboding music]

♪

- It wasn't me, it was my hand.
I gotta try that one some time.

What do you make of it?

- You know, I'm
not quite sure yet.

- I guess we report it to CPD.

- No, it's not a CPD matter,

and deputies from Grundy County

where the accident
occurred are investigating.

- OK.

Well, what do you want
me to do with this guy?

You want me to see if
psych unit has a bed?

- Let's just hold off
on that for a second.

I'd really like to take a
look at these CAT scans.

You, uh, give me a
shout when they're up?

- All right.

- You're still booked
for surgery in 2.0.

- Let's pick this up later.

- Come on, Jack.
After what I told you?

- Look, Crockett, I
appreciate the concern,

but there's no risk here.

You've done the procedure
a million times.

- The platform is
defective, Jack.

Come on, just cancel the surgery
or move it to a regular OR.

- I invited people to
observe 2.0 in action.

These are investors.
These are friends.

I... I'd look ridiculous,
and forget the IPO.

- Jack, you can't promote a
platform that doesn't work.

It's actually dangerous.
Put off the IPO.

- I'm not gonna
start sowing doubt

into the reliability
of the system.

You can never recover from that.

- OK, if you don't, I'm sorry,
but I won't do your surgery.

- You can't be serious.
- Oh, I am.

- You know, I could easily find

another 10 surgeons
to take your place...

Who'd be happy to
take your place.

With or without you, this
surgery is moving forward.

- That's up to you.

- Crockett. Crockett, come on!

You're the face of 2.0. You
have been from the get-go.

I want you to
perform the surgery.

And look, because it's you,
I will make this promise.

Once the IPO is launched, I
will sideline the platform

until every last
bug is worked out.

Now, how does that sound? Huh?

Come on, man.
I'm your patient.

That's gotta mean
something to you.

[tense music]

♪

- He won't budge.

He's gonna move forward
with the surgery

with or without me.

- Then we've gotta go
public with the scans.

- Oh, come on, Will.
Forget the legal nightmare.

It won't work.

How can we prove the
veracity of the scans?

2.0 can make them
up. So can we.

He'll likely accuse me
of trying to cover up

my mistakes.
- He's right.

Even if we went down that road

and didn't get hauled in
front of a medical board,

it could take years.

Certainly wouldn't
stop today's surgery.

- So? What are you gonna do?

- I'm gonna do
the hernia repair.

- Why?

- If 2.0 does deliver incorrect
scans or recommendations,

I can't have some novice
there who's gonna get thrown.

I have to protect Jack.

- Crockett...
- Listen to me.

Jack promised after the IPO
he'd sideline 2.0 and fix it.

OK?
- And you believe him?

- Well, I don't see
as I have a choice.

♪

- Hey. Sarah's CT
scan came back.

It's a bowel obstruction
from a sigmoid volvulus.

Her intestine is
twisted on itself.

So let the OR know
we're coming up.

- No, we can't
have surgery here.

She has terrible insurance.

Registration just
called and said that

Med is not even in her network.
- [sighs]

- They won't approve
an operation.

- So, obviously,
she can't afford

to be out of pocket
for the surgery.

So I just need to transfer her
to a hospital in her network.

That's all.
- Yeah.

- Hey, Dean. I'm
discharging Sean.

Thanks.

All right. Sign right here.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- How you feeling? Huh?

- Well, other than screwing up?
- Ah.

- But I am feeling
good about one thing.

I got a message
from Dr. Cameron.

Turns out I'm a match to donate.

Pretty great, right?
- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Look, um, I-I
know it's no excuse,

but I know why I
fell off the wagon,

and I promise it
won't happen again.

Um...

You guys don't have to hide
your relationship anymore.

I'm OK with it.

- Uh, what?

- I... I don't understand.
[chuckles]

- I'm gonna be honest.

I have feelings for you.

So when I saw you
and dad together,

I guess it hit me pretty hard...

- I'm s... no,
hold on. I'm sorry.

What did... what do you
mean you saw us together?

- In the doctor's lounge.
- Well...

I don't know what
you think you saw.

- No, whatever it was,
you... You misinterpreted it.

- Dr. Asher and I are
just good friends.

- Really?
- Absolutely.

I mean, this? No way.

I mean, no way.
- Yeah, yeah...

- That...
- Yeah, OK.

He's got the idea.

OK.

- Sean, I...
[sighs]

I mean, I'm...

I'm touched by your
feelings for me.

- Wow.

I feel pretty stupid. [laughs]

But, um, like I
said, I'm over it.

I'm just glad that I'm a match.

- Yeah, well, we're
not there yet.

So, you know, why don't
you just head upstairs,

hang out and grab a bite,

and I'll give you a lift
at the end of my shift?

All right?
- Yeah.

- All right.

[soft dramatic music]

[sighs]

♪

[knock at door]

- Come in.

- Ms. Goodwin, you have to
stop Jack Dayton's surgery.

- That's Dr. Marcel's case.

Why is it your concern?

- 2.0 is responsible
for the death

of my patient Richard Evans.

- What? How?

- Its AI produced
a phantom lesion

that led Crockett to make
a fatal surgical error.

That thing killed my patient.

- That's a very serious
charge, Dr. Halstead.

Does Dayton know this?

- Yes, but he's insisting on
going ahead with the surgery

to promote the
platform for his IPO.

- And where's
Dr. Marcel in this?

- He's stuck.

He won't abandon his patient,

especially because
the AI is unreliable.

Ms. Goodwin, you are the only
person who can do something.

- If Dayton were
risking his life,

I could get a court
order to stop it.

But no judge is going to rule
an elective hernia repair

a life-threatening procedure.

- So there's gotta
be another way.

- Dr. Halstead,

Chicago Med is now a
for-profit private hospital.

Jack Dayton basically owns it.

So if he wants a surgery,

I no longer have the
authority to stop it.

- I can't stand what
this place has become.

♪

- Dr. Charles,

there's a couple deputies here
investigating the accident.

They wanna question
Fred and Janice.

- OK. Well, take
a look at this.

His head CT came back.

Right here.

- Calcification.

Atrophy in the frontal lobe.

Looks like it
happened a while ago.

- Yeah.

I would, um, tell our visitors
to hold off for a bit.

Highly unlikely a crime
was committed here.

♪

- So you, Mr. Anderson,
have had a stroke.

- A stroke?

- A small one, some time ago.

See right here?

Frontal lobe?

- A stroke?

- You recall recently
having any headaches,

dizziness, weakness on one
side of the body or the other?

- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Bad headaches,
right before Easter.

- Huh.

You know, that would time
out just about right.

How about since then?

- I feel... I feel
weak at times.

I forget things.

I thought that was
just age, maybe.

- I've got a hunch that you have

a very rare neurological
condition called,

believe it or not,
alien hand syndrome.

Can absolutely be
brought on by a stroke,

disrupting blood flow to
the primary motor cortex

and causing
involuntary grasping,

difficulty releasing objects.

- That's right.

With that steering wheel,
yeah, I couldn't let go.

- Exactly.

- Oh... oh, my God.

- I know it's a lot to take in,

but, look, there are
treatment options.

There are.

We'll need a neurologist
to confirm, of course,

but the first thing
that I'd like to do

is I'd like to bring
your... your wife

into the conversation.
Would that be all right?

- Yeah, please.

Thank you so much.

[machine beeping]

- OK. I'm about to start
Mr. Dayton's hernia repair.

A hernia is a hole in
the abdominal wall.

For you all to get a little
bit more about the procedure,

2.0 shows the patient's
anatomy in three dimensions.

- Loading.

- First I will open the skin.

Then I will dissect the tissues

to define the borders
of the hernia.

Once I have this completed,
then I'll close it primarily

or use a piece of mesh
to bridge the gap.

So how about let's say
we do the real thing?

Dr. Song?

- You're good to go.
- Great.

OK. 2.0, what is the optimal
location to make the incision?

- 1 centimeter cranial

and 1 centimeter caudal
to the umbilicus.

- OK, very good.
Thank you, Carmela.

Making the incision.

[tense music]

- I'm so, so sorry, Fred.

- Oh, God. Are you kidding me?

I don't blame you
at all, sweetie.

- What can we do for him?

- Well, there's no cure, per se,

but the condition is treatable.

There are several modalities...

Visual spatial coaching,
cognitive behavioral therapy.

There are medications.

- Oh.

I'm sorry. I have...
I have to make a call.

- Janice, let me
get somebody to...

- I'm all right. Really.

I won't be long.

- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. It's
true. I knew it.

- Knew what?

- She's having an affair.

- Having an affair?

- You saw how she left the
room to take a phone call.

I mean, it's not the first time.

She's been so
secretive, so distant.

- Doesn't necessarily mean
she's having an affair.

- Dr. Charles, what if
when I grabbed the wheel

it was some kind of
a subconscious thing?

Like, you know, maybe
deep down I wanted...

- I can assure you,
Fred, that your condition

is entirely neurological. OK?

No psychological element.
Nothing subconscious about it.

End of story.

- OK.

[sighs]

- We're still waiting on the
ambulance to transfer you.

I just put another call in.

- Thank you.

- Is the pain getting worse?

- Yes. Terrible.

- Why don't you lie on your back

and let me check your stomach?

- OK.
[whimpers]

Oh. [grunts]

- OK.

OK. Ready?
- [whimpers]

[wails]

- OK.

OK.

You're not going anywhere.
I'll be right back.

- OK.

- Dr. Archer?
- Yeah?

- Sarah Malone, she's
febrile, she's vomiting,

and her BP's soft.

- Most likely fully torsed.

She needs an operation
now before her intestine

becomes necrotic.

- And by the time the
ambulance gets here

and she's transferred,
admitted...

- She could die.

Not gonna wait.

All right. We'll have
the operation here.

- OK. But what
about her insurance?

She could be in debt for
the rest of her life.

- Unless we do the
surgery off the books.

Of course, that
means Jack Dayton's

for-profit hospital
won't be reimbursed.

Can't say I have a
problem with that.

- OK, but how? How?

We can't take her
to the main OR.

- I'll just do it in
her treatment room.

That's all. OK?

Now you use your renowned
powers of persuasion.

Get me an
anesthesiologist. OK?

- Thank you, Dr. Archer.
- Just, the anesthesiologist.

Come on.
- OK.

OK.

♪

- OK.

I'm now freeing up the
bowel from the hernia sac.

- Warning.

There has been a full thickness

small bowel enterotomy.

- 2.0, I have not
injured the intestine.

Please reevaluate.

- Protect the field from
gross contamination.

Assess damage and decide
between primary repair

versus resection.

- No, that image is not correct.

2.0, I repeat, I have not
cut into the intestine.

The bowel is intact.

- If you do not
address perforation,

there is a 100% chance
patient will become septic.

- [sighs] OK, everyone.

There is no perforation
of the bowel.

No complications of any kind.

2.0 is either off target or
its sensors are malfunctioning.

Dr. Song, would you
please show the gallery

direct view of the field?

- Coming up.
[keyboard clacking]

- OK.

As you all can see,

there is no perforation
of the bowel whatsoever.

- Repair bowel
perforation immediately.

- Dr. Marcel, should
I shut it down?

- Yes.
- Chance of mortality, 90%.

- Ladies and gentlemen,
I can assure you all

Mr. Dayton is not at risk.

This is a procedure I've
performed hundreds of times.

I can easily
proceed without 2.0.

Continuing to reduce the hernia.

♪

.

- Great, there you are.
- What's up?

- Uh, I wondered if you'd
come spot me in a surgery.

Laparotomy.

- Spot you?

- Yeah.

I'm, uh... I'm feeling
a little wobbly.

- I'm an OB, remember?

Don't you want a
surgical resident?

- No. See, the
circumstances are unusual.

If admin were to find out about
this, we'd probably get fired.

- Ooh, what an incentive.

I take it that
this is important.

- It would save
the patient's life.

Kinda why we're here, right?

[soft dramatic music]

♪

It's definitely
sigmoid volvulus.

Alpha retractor.

♪

All right. Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Help me untwist the sigmoid.

There we go.

Got it?
- Yeah.

- That looks viable.

- Yeah, but the sigmoid
is really floppy.

- Yeah, it just needs to
be resected, and, uh...

and re-anastomosed.

Uh...

- Dr. Archer?
- Yeah.

No, I just... for a second
let me sit down, will you?

- OK.

- Hannah, you could take over?

- Absolutely.
- All right.

- Marty, how's the patient?

- She was bone dry, but
after two liters of Ringer's

and one of albumin, she's
making adequate urine.

- OK, great.

Let's get this sigmoid resected.

♪

- Janice.

- Dr. Charles.

I'm sorry that I
ran out like that.

- Is everything OK?

- Actually, I just
spoke to my doctor,

and I got some very good news.

- Oh, that's who texted you?

- Yes.

I had a biopsy a
couple of weeks ago,

and I just found out
that it's negative.

- Congratulations.
That's very good news.

Does, um... does your
husband know about this?

- No. I never told him.

Like I said, Fred seemed to
be struggling with something.

I-I guess it was the stroke,
but I didn't know it.

And... anyway, I didn't
want to add to his problems.

I didn't want him to worry.

- If I may, I think it might
be a good time to fill him in.

I just... I think
there could be a...

pretty serious
misunderstanding brewing here.

- Oh?
- Yeah.

And, you know, maybe
the sooner, the better.

♪

- Hey, Sarah.

You know where you are?

- Hospital.

- OK. Can you press
against my hand?

- Mm.
- OK, great.

And again.

Good.

- Sarah.

You're gonna be just fine.

- Mm. Thank you.

- You are welcome.

♪

- I thought you'd
be dropping by.

- 2.0 is not ready to
be put on the market.

Not without verification
of its data set.

Right now we don't
know the data sources.

It could be biased or false.

And not only that.

In the wrong hands, the
data could be manipulated.

- As you and your
friend demonstrated.

- Friend? No.

It was just me.

- Just you?
- Yes.

- Mm.

- I couldn't risk 2.0
killing anyone else.

- I appreciate your
passion, Dr. Halstead,

but I don't believe for a minute

you have the technical
wherewithal to pull that off.

I suspect Dr. Song
had a hand in it.

[somber music]

♪

- My letter of resignation.

If Dayton comes looking for
a culprit, you have one.

- So your plan is
to take the blame?

- Let's just say I hope
it ends the matter.

- You realize I have no choice

but to accept your resignation?

And I hope you also realize
that I don't want to.

It's not gonna be easy for
you out there, Dr. Halstead.

I can't give you a reference,

and Jack Dayton has been
known to be vindictive.

- Where I grew up, everyone
I knew was vindictive.

- Will Halstead...
[chuckles]

What are we gonna
do without you?

You have been a constant
source of irritation

and a constant source
of inspiration.

Your leaving will be
a great loss to us.

A great loss to me.

♪

- You had no right.

I'm just as much to
blame as you are.

- No, I put you up to it.

- I'm the one who
hacked the system!

- At my insistence.
- Will!

- Grace, you're a
brilliant doctor.

If you destroy your career,
I'd never forgive myself.

It's over.

It's done. Let it go.

- He resigned?
- I know.

- 2.0? The malfunction?

- Talk to him.

- Are you kidding me, Halstead?

Why don't you read me in?

- Didn't see a reason to.

- What? To protect me?

Or did you think I
wouldn't go along?

- Does it matter?
- Yes, it matters.

And for the record,
I wouldn't have.

Damn it, man.

I disagree with
Jack and his IPO,

but I never would
have gone this route.

- Oh, come on. You
said it yourself.

2.0 wasn't ready. It
needed to be sidelined.

- Sidelined, yes.
Blown up, no.

Whatever its
faults, 2.0 has been

an incredibly valuable tool...

And now no one's ever
gonna wanna use it.

- Crockett, it was the only way.

It had to be done,
and you know it.

You're still here.

So is 2.0.

Fix it.

- I guess they both made some

pretty wild assumptions
about each other.

- Yeah. Even after so
many years together.

You know, it seems
like they both feared

there wasn't enough love
there to fully trust.

- Amazing, right?

Human beings' capacity
to doubt each other,

doubt ourselves.

- Yeah.

- Hey.

I was glad to hear
your surgery went well.

- That's debatable.

I'm alive, which
I'm grateful for.

- Well, from what I understand,

your recovery time
should be minimal.

- Yeah.

Only one hitch, though.

- 2.0?

- IPO is dead.

Yeah.

Some of your doctors

were against putting this
platform on the market.

They'll be happy now.

- Oh, it's an amazing
innovation, Jack.

It just needs more
time and development.

- Right, and who exactly
is gonna fund that?

- What do you mean?

- I'm ruined, Sharon.

I put all my eggs
in that basket.

I leveraged everything.

- I'm sorry to hear that, Jack.

- Yeah, well, listen, it's
not the first fortune I lost,

so I'll survive.
[clears throat]

Not sure about all of you.

- I don't understand.
- [sighs]

I have no other recourse
but to sell the hospital.

[tense music]

♪

- What are you doing?

- I am... I'm writing
a letter to...

To you.

- Can I read it?

- Sure.

[soft music]

- "Dear Liliana."

- That's all I got so far.

- Daniel, the problem isn't just

about me moving in with you.

People are always
noticing our differences.

You are the big
important doctor.

I'm just the janitor.

- Lili, I gotta be
honest with you.

I mean, you sound an awful
lot like your brother.

Didn't we already
handle this stuff?

- You don't feel sorry for me?

You don't think that
I'm a charity case?

- I can't feel a little
bit sorry for you?

You lost your frickin' house.

But a charity case?

Are you kidding me?

I look at you and I see this
strong, independent woman.

You know, if anything,
I spent, you know,

a fair amount of time thinking

that I might not
be worthy of you.

- What do you mean?

- Look, just because
I have a fancy title,

it doesn't mean I don't
wake up with the same

doubts and insecurities
as everybody else.

I mean, you wanna know why

I didn't ask you to
move in with me earlier?

I was probably
terrified you'd say no.

Look.

You...

are the best thing
that's happened to me

in a long, long time,

and I probably could have
told you that earlier too.

So let me just be crystal
clear about something.

OK?

I am in love with you, Liliana.

♪

There you have it.

- Then I owe you
an apology, Daniel.

I misunderstood.

It's very hard for me to
feel dependent on someone,

even if I love that person.

- Hey! Happy couple.

How nice.

Let's go. I parked the
car in the loading zone.

[knock at door]

- Hey. Has
Dr. Cameron come in?

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Antibiotics?

You're septic?

Let me see.

Let me guess.

Bacterial peritonitis from
your dialysis catheter.

- Right. Right. Did
you hear about Will?

- I did, but we're still
talking about you, Dean.

This is your third infection.

Enough DIY.

You need to be on hemodialysis
in a proper clinical setting.

- Oh, three times a
week for four hours?

- Yes.
- No, not for me.

Thank you. Oh, boy.

- Dad.
- Sean, hey.

- What's going on?
What's the matter?

- It's just a little infection.

- Your father needs to
switch to a different type

of dialysis.
- Hannah, come on.

- Whoa, wait, wait,
wait. Why... why do that?

I'm here. I'm ready.
Let's do the transplant.

[soft dramatic music]

What?

- They won't let you.

- Why? I'm a match.
- There's a rule.

You need to be at
least six months sober

in order to donate.

- What have I done?
- No, no, no.

It's not a big deal.

I'll just go on hemodialysis,
like Hannah says.

- Dad.
- Sean, come on.

Please. It's just six months.

[stammers] Don't
worry about it.

♪

[lock whirs]

- Will?

No.

[somber music]

You can't go.

- I have to, Maggie.

I have to.

♪

I'm sorry I have to say goodbye.

This is not easy.

You've been my family
for so many years.

I'll never forget you.

You will always be a part of me,

and I'll always be grateful
for the time we had together.

- I know we all want to wish
Dr. Halstead the very best.

[applause]

♪

- Thank you.

♪

[planes whooshing]

- Will!

Will!

- Hey, buddy.

Man, look how big you got.

- Mom, he's here!

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Is that all you brought?

- I didn't know how long
you'd want me to stay.

- I'm never gonna let you go.

♪

[wolf howls]