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Previously on Remedy...

This is a bad idea! Dad
finally got Chief of Staff,

and he doesn't need to deal with your crap.

(Gasp) Do you remember

- what you did with the needle? - You
drew blood from an unconscious patient?

- The hospital could get sued!
- Only if the wrong people find out.

The more you look at me, the less
you're gonna like what you see.

Trust me, it is the opposite.

I realized, even with
Brian, I have been alone.

I don't think I can marry Brian.

(Alarm clock buzzing)

(Sighing and moaning)

Nice ring. You could get a week

- at an all-inclusive for it.
- Don't.

- You're not thinking about
putting that back on? - No.

I don't think you should go in today.

I need to. I can't just...

I can't just mope around here
for another day. I need to work.

- No, you don't.
- I have to get out of your hair.

Or I could go home, sleep in
the spare room. Or Brian could.

No, no way. The backslide.

- I won't, I...
- Sandy...

Ah, I can't stay here forever.

I'll help you find a place. It will be fun.

- Are these crumbs?
- Maybe.

Were you eating?! You
were eating in my bed!

I made a grilled cheeser
in the middle of the night.

(Sighs) I have to go. I'm on call.

How did I miss... How did I
sleep through a grilled cheeser?

You sleep through everything.

Stay home, sleep.

- You're great.
- No, you're great.

(Sigh)

- (Nurse): You're an idiot!
- (Brian): Stop calling me that.

- How long has it been?
- Six days.

- And you haven't talked to her?
- I'm trying to be... I'm being sensitive.

- And you're not angry?
- Seriously, I'm not.

You want to get back with your fianc?e?

Talk to her, let her see your
face, your beautiful body.

What? It's an asset, use it!

Sandy said she needed space.

She doesn't need space;
she needs you to demand

an explanation as to why
she called off the wedding.

She needs to see you care. You
should be hammer dialing her

until she's forced to look into
your beautiful beautiful eyes

and realize the mistake that she's making.

Double trauma a minute out.
He's got third-degree burns

to his face and neck, and she's
gunshot wound to the abdomen.

- Another happy couple.
- Have you talked to Sandy yet?

- No!
- Idiot. - Right.

I don't know. Maybe Brian needs to move
on, You know, maybe, he needs to find

a buxom nurse who's game
and get back on the horse.

- (Brian): Hmm-hmm-hmm!
- Can you page plastics?

And let the burn unit know
we're gonna need a bed.

- Who's the on-call surgeon?
- Present and accounted for.

- How are you doing, Brian?
- OK. How's Sandy doing?

- Good, yeah.
- Alison Pears. 29.

GSW to right upper quadrant.
Lost a lot blood on the scene.

She tachycardic. Heart
rate 135. BP 110 over 65.

OK, Dr. Conner, you're with me.
Dr. Decker, you get the burn.

- Let's go.
- Is she OK? Is my wife OK?

Michael Pears, 33. Burns to the left side

of his face and neck
caused by cooking grease.

Where is she? I need to talk to her.

Vitals stable. Started IV's ringer's lactate
on scene, flushing the burn regularly.

- Tell her it was an accident! -
Let's go! Let's go! - Dr. Conner,

why do you want to be Chief
of Staff at Bethune General?

I love looking at the big picture.

I believe it's an exciting
and challenging time

in health care. I want a seat at
the table where decisions are made.

- So, power then?
- Influence, yes.

I've received a letter
from a colleague expressing

unease at your professional judgment
where your family's concerned.

- Dr. Tuttle.
- A colleague.

If one of my staff, whether
it's my family or not,

if someone colours outside
the line just a little,

before I rush to judgment,
I look at the outcome.

Did the patient get better?
Did they live? Was anyone hurt?

Is Bethune Hospital at risk?
And then I make my call.

- Very lone wolf.
- Not at all.

I found Allen to be very communicative,

very on board.

OK, Allen, we'll let you know.

OK, let's start pushing the saline
and hang a couple of bags of O Neg.

- Alison, can you hear me?
- Hmm...

Alison, you're in the hospital,
but we're gonna help you, OK?

She's responsive, but non-verbal. Log
roll. Let's check for an exit wound.

It... It hurts like a son of a bitch.

Mr. Pears, I need you to
lay still. Heart rate 85.

- BP 145 over 95.
- I was just fooling around with my new gun

and... and Alison thought
I was... She threw a pan

of baking grease at me,
and the gun went off.

I thought she was joking,
then all the blood. Alison!

One, two, three.

No exit wound. Bullet's still
in there. Bring her back down.

- (Michael): Alison?
- She's hypertensive.

You get me that portable ultrasound.
I need to

take a look in her belly
and see what's going on.

- (Woman): Lie still, please.
- Alison?

Am I the only one who knows
the beginnings of an outbreak?

Do I have a volunteer
to flush out this mess?

- Lonnie Masterson, you.
- Ah, sorry, boss.

Two doubles this week and a
6-year-old having nightmares.

Mama Bear, I don't care,
OK? I just want the fridge

- cleaned before you go.
- Seriously, boss, I am exhausted.

Why do you ask for a volunteer?

It's a figure of speech, OK?
Well, Masterson, never mind.

I need you to do a double.
They need

a reverse Iso room cleaned stat
for a fresh transplant patient.

I am so wiped I can barely stand.

Yeah. See, it's just that I have
performance reviews coming up.

You know, I'm just saying.

(She sighs.) OK. Yeah, OK.

Atta girl! Woman!

Conner, they need

a porter up in trauma stat! Chop-chop!

Mr. Pears, I'm gonna check
on that plastics consult,

- then you'll be transferred to the burn unit.
- (Fast beeping)

She's gonna say I did it on purpose.

OK, Mr. Pears. Time for you to stop
talking and let us do our jobs, yes?

Positioning of the entry
wound suggests possible damage

- to the pancreas, liver, bowel. We
need to get her up to the OR. - Alison?

- Alison?
- Sir? Sir!

- Somebody, get Security. Now!
- I need you, sir...

I need to speak to my wife!

- No!
- Someone call security!

No!

- Brian!
- (Woman on PA): Code white!

Trauma, code white. Code white.

(Woman): Call security!

(Guard): Are you alright? Are you OK? Doc?

(Brian): Are you alright?

(Theme music)

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www.addic7ed.com

I'm telling you, Dad, I saw the look

in Brian's eyes, he lost
it. He totally lost it.

Well, he says he's OK,
and Dr. Summers agrees.

Well, he drilled the
patient in the kidneys twice.

And he saved the nurse's life.

I know. I was there, but you're not
gonna let him back on the floor.

Why are you doing this?

When are you meeting Zeb Krinsky?

- Tomorrow.
- Good. Get Zeb on your side,

you're back in med school, back on track.

And don't talk too much, you
could end up sabotaging yourself.

So wait a minute, if you
don't get Chief of Staff,

does that mean that you sabotaged yourself?

- Dr. Conner?
- Here he is.

Some nice jabs in there,
man. Right from the shoulder.

I, uh...

Can I ask you a question?

Well, Brian, maybe you should
just take the rest of the day off.

- The adrenalin alone is just...
- Oh, no, no. I feel good.

Um... I was actually hoping

you might be able to help
me out with Sandy actually.

- I'm in a tough spot here.
- I don't know what to do.

The best I can offer is just...

don't get too close but
don't get too far away.

And just give Sandy time,
yes, but don't disappear.

Just stay on her horizon and
see if she comes back to you.

(Pager vibrating)

Ohhh, God, there's a kid
with hep C just coming off

a liver transplant.
Sorry, Brian, I've gotta...

- We'll talk later.
- (Phone ringing)

Nurse Conner! No honeymoon?

- Saving for the baby?
- Uh, yeah.

Your new husband caused quite a stir in ER.

A doctor and a warrior,
quite a catch. Good for you.

Sorry, Dr. Tuttle, I thought you...

We actually called off the wedding.

Oh? Oh! Oh...

- I assumed you knew.
- No. So sorry to hear that.

I'm fine.

How sad.

How tragic.

(Sigh)

How many women shot by
husbands and boyfriends

come through ER every
year? It's infuriating!

We'll come back once we cauterized
the rest of the bleeders.

Mel, don't tar all gun
owners with the same brush.

Hang another bag of
blood; we're gonna need it.

Most gun owners are
responsible and law-abiding,

- and they have rights.
- You're a gun guy, aren't you?

I just shoot targets every once in a while.

So you drug people for a
living and shoot plates for fun.

There's nothing wrong with understanding
how to properly use a firearm.

Do you know how to sew?
Nothing wrong with that either.

- She's in V-Fib.
- Start chest compressions.

Up the flow on those fluids, Jerry, and push
an amp of epi. You, take over suction now.

I need a clear field if I'm
going to repair the damage

- before she bleeds out.
- We need more sponges.

She's still in V-Fib.
No pulse by palpation.

Come on, Alison, don't give up.

Paddles. Charge to 200.

- Clear.
- (Others): Clear.

- (Jerry): Nothing.
- Charge to 300. Clear.

- (Others): Clear.
- Asystole.

Now, I've got to crack her
chest. Cross clamp her aorta

and open cardiac massage.
It's her only shot!

Push more epi, Gordy.

This room ready? They said
this room would be ready.

Uh, yeah, yeah. I think so, yeah.

We got a severely
immuno-compromised post-op transplant

patient out there. We need him
inside before we risk infection.

Yeah, OK. OK, uh...

Uh... tray.

Uh...

Brian, I-I can't talk right now.

I'm here to check on a patient.

Is Dr. Tuttle here?

Yeah. Um, room 2.

How is he?

- (Tuttle): How is who?
- (Decker): The patient.

Stable. Why?

Dr. Decker?

Good. Glad to hear it.

Could you do me a...

favor and talk a little bit longer?

Oh... Yes, I see.

Well, happy to help a young couple

find their way back to each other.

Well then, my lemon tart recipe.

Combine butter with half a
cup of sugar, vanilla, and salt

in a mixing bowl and then
mix the ingredients together

thoroughly with a paddle. Excuse me.

Alison Pears. Abdominal gunshot round.

She arrested in the OR. Cracked her chest

and managed to get her back, but post-op
CT showed massive cerebral ischemia.

- Probable brain death.
- I've scheduled an EEG

tomorrow morning to confirm.

I lost her.

I'm sorry.

What is Brian doing in there?

Says he needs to talk to Dr. Tuttle.

- Sandy.
- I mean, there's nothing.

Uh, was there a directive
for... for Alison?

- None in her records.
- Who's the next of kin?

The shooter! I mean, husband.

- He's the one who gets to decide whether
to pull the plug or not? - Yep.

Some days are easier than others.

(Machine beeping)

"Remo" failure, you know
what that is, Dr. Conner?

- Renal. Yes, I do. Yes.
- Yeah, I'm pissing blood

because of that crazy-ass
doctor punching me for no reason.

You strangled a nurse with
her stethoscope, Mr. Pears.

Yeah, I'm... I'm guessing that's the reason

why I'm being graced with the
presence of the acting Chief of Staff.

Your renal failure was brought on primarily

as a result of the burns you sustained.

Primarily, right.

Mr. Pears, your wife...

lost a lot of blood in surgery today.

But more significantly,
her heart stopped beating

for several minutes.

Her brain was deprived of oxygen.

Tests confirm that she is

in fact brain dead. I'm sorry.

I know this is difficult for you.

But Alison's family will be arriving soon,

I suggest you start thinking
about the next steps.

Next steps, what does that mean?

When to discontinue life
support. Possible organ donation.

- I-I need to think about
this. - Ah, Mr. Pears...

I SAID I NEED TO THINK ABOUT IT!

He's the one who shot
her; how come I'm the one

who feels guilty? The
bullet fractured the liver,

- I couldn't save her.
- I know.

What about this one?

It's... cute.

You could fix it up.

- I need a yard for the baby.
- We could clear out

the car parts. I can't
believe how expensive

- this city is.
- Brian's a standup guy,

- he'll help.
- I have to talk to him,

which I don't seem to have the guts to do.

Good! You need a minimum
two weeks of radio silence.

- Better yet, three.
- Brian isn't a bad person.

You're just asking for the backslide.

I'm not gonna backslide. I'm not.

(Kid coughing)

- How is he?
- Woke up with a fever

and a cough. Cultures just
came back and it's RSV.

Could this be our fault? You know
this isn't good timing for you, Allen.

Infection is impossible to predict.

There's no telling where he picked it up.

- But we followed protocol?
- Of course. Next step is antibiotics

and then we wait.

Where did he get that toy?

Sure little guy's got
enough air in there? (Laughs)

We suspect it carried the
respiratory syncytial virus.

A transplant patient is very ill,

and his parents
are very very angry.

What? The kid picked it up
in the hallway somewhere?

- In his ISO room, Frank, attached to his bed.
- One of your PSAs missed it.

Look, Frank, we've already traced an
outbreak back to your department this year;

- I don't want to go through that again.
- We need a zero tolerance

- policy on things like this.
- Zero tolerance, I got you.

The parents have called their lawyer.

So you're saying the...
OK, what are you saying?

- We need to send a message.
- A message.

- Find out who's responsible.
- Lonnie Masterson.

You need to fire her. Today, Frank.

(Fast beeping)

Let's go!

Liz Moorcroft, 42.

Pinned between a bumper
and a brick wall, twice.

Broken pelvis, ribs,
possible internal injuries

- to the abdomen and chest.
- Alright, I forgot which one

was the brake and which one was the gas!

Haley Moorcoft, 16. Daughter
and driver of the vehicle.

Probable nasal fracture from the airbag.

OK, let's get them straight to
trauma for x-rays and a FAST.

- Decker, daughter.
- Haley, I'm Dr. Decker.

How about we take a look at that nose?

So where is my mom now?

She's in the OR, then she'll
be transferred to the ICU.

- Haley...
- But she's not...

I didn't kill her, did I?

Well, your mother is seriously hurt,
but she's stable and she's settled.

- You can talk to her.
- I really did it. I did it.

I ran over my own mom.

Can I call someone? Your father or, uh...

He split when I was a
baby. I don't see him much.

My mom...

I didn't mean...

I only just wanted to nudge her.

I think we can rescue you

from your basement purgatory here, Griffin,

get you somewhere where there's windows.

- I don't mind it.
- I'm satisfied

you put the past behind you.

No reason you can't return to
our med school next semester.

The hard part isn't just
getting in; you do know that?

No, you gotta buckle down, study hard.

Yes but no.

This is off the record.

Plenty of people with drug and alcohol

- addictions go to meetings.
- I was never addicted.

Which is what you'll get at this address.

Small group, top-flight guys.

Sir, I-I don't need a meeting.

Neither did I.

Then I stitched up some
guy while I was high.

Now, I'm in admissions instead of an OR.

Anyway, thanks for the tour.

Another world down here.

I won't do it. She's still breathing.

- Technically. - Technically, my kidney's
broke, but it's still working 'cause of this.

There's a big difference.
You're alive. Your wife is not.

Mr. Pears, Alison is gone.

Lack of oxygenation has
led to total necrosis

- of the cerebral neurones.
- What... what the hell does that mean?

A healthy brain has around
200 million nerve cells

- connected by hundreds of trillions
of synapses. - Here we go.

For Alison, every single one

of those cells has gone dark, silent.

She has no dreams, she feels no pain,

sends no instructions

to her organs.

This is not a coma.

Your wife isn't coming back.

Look...

I know that I shot her...

and that I'm sorry for that...

but I can't kill her.

I can't. I can't kill my wife.

- So, how did it go with Krinsky?
- (Lonnie): I can't believe he did that!

(Griffin): Well, not great. Looks
like it's gonna be uphill climb.

- Why? What did he say?
- All because he was so pissed

I wouldn't clean the damn fridge!

- Lonnie?
- They fired me.

- What?
- They say I...

it was my fault some
transplant kid got sick

- 'cause I-I missed something.
- They can't do that.

God, I was tired. I-I remember checking,

- but I don't know. Maybe.
- Who actually fired you?

Your dad.

- Lonnie...
- I gotta go.

How fast do you think
the union will stop it?

They actually might not have any leverage.

It was her third double!
She made one mistake!

- Yeah, but...
- But what?

- It was a serious mistake.
- You think it was her fault? Really?

No, no, no, no. Not fault, really. No.

- Are you protecting your dad?
- No. Zoe, I... I'm just saying

he's a Chief of Staff. He's
gotta hold people accountable.

Like when I got stuck?
Who was accountable then?

Clearly different situation.
We don't know who put

the needle in the garbage.

It was your sister.

- What?
- Sandy threw the syringe

in the garbage instead of the sharps
container. That's why I got stuck.

Oh, uh... wow. OK.

When I told her that I knew,

she took a blood sample from
the patient without consent.

- What are you talking about?
- The boy was HIV positive. Sandy told me.

- She told you that?
- Yeah. And I took a deal to keep it quiet.

- Why would you do that?
- Because it was a mistake.

Your dad knew about me,
Sandy, the whole thing.

He didn't report her, didn't
tell Farina or Tuttle, nothing.

But today,

he fires Lonnie?

We both know that there's
two sets of rules, Griff:

one for us, and other for you guys.

Hey, hey, no. Wait a second.

- (Door closing)
- Lonnie Masterson,

- you fired her?
- Griffin, don't get involved.

You think it's fair that she
was fired? I'm just curious.

- She made a pretty big mistake.
- Doctors and nurses make

mistakes all the time; when was
the last time you had one fired?

Listen, Griffin. If this is about you
helping another one of your strays...

- My strays?
- Your friends.

- I can't. Not this time.
- I know about Sandy.

- What?
- The needle, the HIV test, everything.

That was a different situation.

It sure was. Sandy got to keep
her job, and hey, so did you.

I seem to remember
someone else in this room

needing a little family
support a couple of years ago.

You think it's fair
what happened to Lonnie?

No, son, it's not fair. But that's
the way of the world sometimes.

Must be nice to be king.

- (A door closes.)
- (Allen sighs.)

Wait. How are you getting there?

A cab.

I'm gonna go home and get her some things.

- How are you feeling, Liz?
- Throat sore.

That's normal after being
intubated in surgery.

Is it also normal when your own daughter

runs you over with the
car? Haley's a disaster

behind the wheel. God help
us if she gets her license.

Releasing her into unsuspecting traffic

is like releasing a lacrosse
player into a library.

Oh, God, the humanity.

She'll learn.

When are you due?

- 20 weeks.
- Make sure your husband

teaches her how to drive.

He may or may not be

in the picture. Know that feeling.

Kicked Haley's dad to the
curb before she turned 2.

I can beat that.

Called off the wedding. Was
supposed to be three days ago.

OK, you win.

If I were just a little more paranoid,
I'd swear she hit me on purpose.

I knew it would be hard
to raise a kid on my own.

I had no idea how hard.

- I'm sure it is.
- Oh. Might be nice to have

- someone else for her to...
- (Machine beeping alarmingly)

- run over for...
- Mrs. Moorcroft?

Liz? Code blue!

(Woman): Get a crash cart!

- Dr. Guerra.
- Glad you could make it, Conner.

Liz Woodsomething got hit by a car.

Ortho operated on cracked
pelvis and she crashed in ICU.

Went into V-tach, secondary
acute heart failure.

But her TEE revealed something pretty cool.

- An aortal valve malfunction. - The hell,
Gordon, that was supposed to be my line.

- Anyway, you want a piece of this or what?
- You mean assist?

- Yeah. You got to be pretty fast though.
- Yeah, yeah, I'll be fast.

Scrub in. Puck drops in five hours.

- There's a hockey game tonight?
- Floor hockey. Biweekly shinny.

Hey, you should suit up, Conner.

Floor hockey? What are
you guys, in high school?

- It's pretty intense.
- Sure, it is.

Love to, but my sister's
at my place, and I...

Yeah, the one who got
knocked up and left the

baby daddy in the dust.
I heard about that.

Kids complicate everything. I mean,
who wants a lifetime of picking cereal

stuck up the bottom of your socks?

No, thank you. Come on!
Let's get this party started.

(Indistinct PA message)

I'm trying to give you space.

- I know.
- And I was trying to be on your horizon and...

- Yeah.
- Now, I don't know what to do.

Let's go.

Here's what I think happened.

I think you and your
wife were having a fight.

You pulled out your gun. She was frightened

and threw hot baking grease at you.

I was sleeping just there.

And then you shot her. That's what I think.

That's what I think the jury will think.

Why are you saying that to me?

Because I think you're trying
to avoid a murder charge.

Cases like this, Michael, a judge

very often will sentence a
person as if he were charged

with murder even if the
victim is still breathing.

I-I love my wife.

- Then, let her go.
- I can't.

Michael, you need to act like you care

if you want any chance of not
spending the rest of your life in jail.

Any compassion you show now will only help

your cause.

Fine. Do it.

Hey, Doc!

You tell her that I said goodbye.

(Sighing)

(Door closing)

- (Zoe): You're sure you wanna do this?
- (Griff): Gotta be done, right?

'Cause when I told you that stuff,
well, I didn't mean for you...

- Come on. Part of you kind of wanted me to.
- I just needed to vent,

- you know, boyfriend stuff.
- Yeah, well, we're committed now, so...

Ha! Ha! You know, you never struck
me as the committed type, Conner.

- Frank, you're gonna need a lawyer.
- Frank?

Those parents aren't just
gonna come after Beth H;

- they're gonna come after you.
- Nah, nah, hey... I didn't leave a bear

- in the bed.
- You put Lonnie at one

- of the most sensitive wards in the hospital.
- On her third double in a week.

What? You're gonna blame me
for the crappy weather too?

- Or that haircut?
- It's gonna come at you

from all angles, Frank. Lonnie's
meeting with a lawyer too.

- (Zoe): Wrongful dismissal.
- Workplace harassment.

- Unsafe work environment.
- Sexual harassment. - What?

- You called her a girl.
- I call everyone a girl! I call him a girl!

But that's what we're talking about, Frank.

Look, I-I hate assigning
doubles too, you know?

They just won't let
me hire anyone else!

- Frank... - No, you don't understand
the pressure! Keeping you people

on track, it's like The
Matrix. You know, I'm working

70 hours myself. It's giving me shingles!

Shingles! You have no idea, OK?

None!

Sandy, you in bed already?

Hopefully not with a grilled cheeser.

Melissa, hi.

- Hi.
- Just getting a snack.

Mel, uh, um... I wanted to text you, but...

- Please tell me you weren't in my bed.
- No, just on the couch. - We were just talking.

- Really?
- Hey, Melissa, I'd...

Maybe it's a good idea I'd appreciate
if you kept out of this for a while.

I'd appreciate it if you put a shirt on.

- Sandy, you need to...
- I know you like

to control everything, but
this is not your business.

Actually, you're sleeping
with my sister in my condo,

apparently on my couch, so
it just became my business.

Well, smart as you are, you might
not know what's right for Sandy!

- So how about you butt out?
- Do you know who does know

- what's right for Sandy?
- SANDY KNOWS WHAT'S RIGHT FOR SANDY!

Sandy knows. And Sandy
already canceled the wedding.

Let's go home.

You know what?

Take your time. Do what you like.

I'm sure I can find something better to do.

(Man): Let's go!

- (Man): That's it! That's it!
- (Man): On the wing! On the wing!

(Man): Argh!

- Dr. Conner.
- Hey.

You're here to cheer for Dr. Gordon

'cause he's getting his ass handed to him.

Uh, I'm not here to
watch, I'm here to play.

Oh, OK.

Ha! Ha! Ha! Get outta here.

(Referee blowing whistle)

OK, folks,

let's try not to hurt the new girl.

Ow! What is that?!

(Jerry): Pick it up! Pick it up!

(Mel): Here! Over here!

(Cheering)

- (Guerra): Come on!
- (Mel): Right here. Sorry.

Here we go.

I get it!

- You OK?
- I'm good.

(Guerra): Come on! Get her! Get her!

No!

(Cheering)

- Woo!
- Alright! Yes!

Floor hockey and root beer...

safe to assume you'll be
asking me to prom next?

Hey, I might if I thought
you had your night free.

How did you escape sister duty tonight?

Came home to find her and
Brian half-naked at my place.

Well, maybe they're meant for each other.

Ah, please! Classic backslide.

Except that Sandy's pregnant.

Sandy needs to be alone,

find a good place to live,
and settle down with her baby.

Then, things will get back to normal.

First-time parents are
exhausted, terrified,

obsessive, overwhelmed...
she's gonna need help,

- not time alone. - She's been taking
care of everyone since 10 years old.

Once this baby's born,

Sandy's not gonna be
the same Sandy anymore,

so you can't be the same Mel.

You know that, right?

Then, I better not waste any more time.

(Overlapping chatter)

- I can't do this. - We're just
talking about one ten-minute break.

It puts the patients in danger.
You think there's lawsuits now...

Essential services won't be affected.

Trauma, code blue, stat blood,
supplies to the ER, OR, ICU...

Those are all gonna continue
as usual. We're not gonna put

- anybody in harm's way. - You guys are
nuts. - This is about making doctors,

nurses and big wigs as
uncomfortable as possible.

Ten minutes, that's it.

The shingles have turned
into postherpetic neuralgia.

That's from stress! I have
a weakened immune system!

We only need you to do one thing.

What?

Page all the porters at the same
time; we'll take care of the rest.

(Zoe): Don't worry, we have a plan.

Oh, man.

(Woman sobbing)

It's OK.

Sandy called in sick.

Oh, I didn't know.

How do things look from the horizon?

As confusing as ever.

You, you...

you got divorced.

- I did.
- How hard did you try to save it?

Spent a few unhappy years
trying to get Rebecca

to love me the way I thought
she should. Couldn't do it.

- You have to help me.
- No, actually, I don't.

We had sex last night.
She just threw me out.

Brian, stop! OK?

Sandy will always be my
daughter; you, very likely,

won't be my son-in-law.
I think you know that.

When did you know it was over?

When she left, Brian. When she left.

(Indistinct PA message)

(Pager beeping)

Excuse me, you can't just leave that there.

(Indistinct talking)

Can I get a PSA over here, please, stat?

Sorry, I'm on break.

(Pagers ringing)

(Pager vibrating)

(Inaudible talking)

Hang tight, OK? It will just take a minute.

There was a dead body

- left in the hallway.
- Imagine that happening every day.

Every PSA, every porter,
every coffee break.

So what? Do you want this hospital
to turn into a free-for-all?

- We want Lonnie's job back.
- Who is this Lonnie to you anyway?

- She's one of us, Robert!
- Well...

Thanks to your father, that boy
in Iso is getting better, so...

So? No lawsuit?

No. No lawsuit.

So, Lonnie gets her job back.

No thanks to your little circus
act, yes, she gets her job back.

(Laughing)

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

I lied.

I got back into med school.

Oh...

Oh... OK. Congrats.

I'm not going back.

I don't want to go back there.

I mean, I-I loved it, but the
drinking and the drugs, I...

Griff, I don't care whether
you're a doctor or not.

But if the only reason you're
not going back is 'cause

- you're afraid you'll relapse...
- Maybe I belong here.

We both know that won't last.

I don't know that.

You need to get help, real help,

and until you do,

I don't think you're gonna
know where you belong.

Hey, we sure showed

those suits what we're made
of today, huh, guys? High five!

Yes! Five! Yes!

Ah! Another day, another... day.

Alright. Until we meet again.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Decker sighs.)

(Soft jazz music)

You could take off your coat.

Brian, I'm gonna try to explain to you,
but I don't think that it's gonna...

Why did you say yes... when
I asked you to marry me?

It seemed like

the right thing.

We were in love, Brian.

"Were."

It wasn't anything that
you did or I... It was me.

I... You don't have to try and explain.

And I can stop trying to make
sense of things. It's over.

Please don't be angry.

I'm not angry.

Why do people keep...

I'm not angry.

OK, well...

Yeah, well...

I'm gonna go.

Wait, wait.

What? I wanna say good night
to the baby like I always do...

You can't just...

So now I have to ask for
permission? It's my baby.

It's my body.

I think that I need to put
some distance between us

- for a little while. - You
can't do that. - Do what?

These aren't all your decisions. You
can't just put space between us...

I know that, Brian. We will work it out...

- I'M STILL THE FATHER, Sandy!
- I have to go now.

You're gonna have to deal with me!

I'M THE FATHER!

- Robert! How am I doing?
- Allen.

I'm, uh... I have to run
to a meeting, but I wanted

- to find you, so you're prepared.
- Great.

Looks like you lost the job.

What happened to "You're the guy"?

- Some allegations came to light.
- Allegations?

- About you and your family.
- How?

No idea. I know your daughter is involved.

Something about patient
confidentiality and blood tests.

- You've got to be kidding me.
- I wish I was.

Looks like Linda Tuttle will
be the new Chief of Staff.

- Is there anything I can do?
- I don't know yet.

- Anything?
- I will let you know.

I always said you had a blind spot

where your family is concerned.

(Sandy): Mel?

Hi. Uh...

Sandy, hi.

- Hi.
- I was just, uh...

getting a drink.

Water.

I thought you'd be staying with Brian.

No. No, I'm not.

I won't be.

Didn't backslide.

Honey...

- It's OK.
- I'll call you.

(Sandy sobbing)

- You had quite a day.
- Can we just skip it?

Skip what? What was I gonna say?

That I shouldn't have
disrupted the entire hospital.

No, that's not what I was gonna say.

- You're a selfish person, Griffin.
- OK, I'm gonna go.

No. Not this time. This time,
you don't get to walk away.

I lost my job today because of you!

- What? Why?
- Because you decided

in your righteous indignation
that it's more important

to take a stand for a PSA who
couldn't do her job properly.

And your sister Sandy,

she'll have to go in front of the College.

They'll probably suspend her.
So congratulations, Griffin,

You saved a job, but you lost two others!

- What are you talking about?
- You told Farina

about the sharps incident, about
Sandy and me, and the HIV test.

- Dad, no, no, I...
- So, if you want to waste

your life downstairs in a
basement, go ahead, but don't...

- I've wasted my life now?
- YOU'VE HAD EVERY OPPORTUNITY!

THERE ARE 500 PEOPLE IN THIS HOSPITAL...

- YOU SAY I'M WASTING MY LIFE?
- YEAH! NO, THAT'S NOT

WHAT I'M SAYING ABOUT
THEM; I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU

- AND THROWING IT ALL AWAY!
- THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT YOU SAID

YOUR ENTIRE LIFE, DAD.
THAT'S EXACTLY

WHAT YOU SAID SINCE I
CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER!

THAT THE ONLY THING WORTH DOING,
THE ONLY CHOICE, IS YOUR CHOICE!

EVERYTHING ELSE IS JUST SECOND BEST!
Why else

do you think Sandy and
Mel work in an hospital?

- Griffin...
- You are a hypocrite, Dad!

YOU'RE ALL ABOUT FAMILY UNLESS YOUR
FAMILY ISN'T A NURSE OR A DOCTOR

OR SOME OTHER THING THAT YOU
THINK IS WORTHY OF YOUR RESPECT!

I respect the people I work with.

Is this really your fight,
Griffin, or are you just

- mad at me?
- You know what? I didn't tell anyone

about you and Sandy, and neither did Zoe.

And the fact that you even
think that of me is just sick.

You think I would ever
do anything like that?

(Bang!)

Well then, who did?

I don't know.

Probably Brian.

- Brian?
- Sandy blows off the wedding,

she doesn't call him back for two weeks...

I told you. He was gonna blow.

I can go with you.

- Oh yeah, you're an addict?
- No. Well, chocolate.

- I'll see you later.
- Alright.

- Good luck.
- (Indistinct talking)

(Man): Thank you. Thanks guys.

(Applause)

(People coughing)

Hello, my name is Linda

and I'm an addict.

Pills mainly,

painkillers.

I'm 11-month sober,

but stress is a major trigger,

and it looks like business is
about to pick up at work, so...

I didn't think that I needed
to attend these meetings.

I stayed at Jerry's last night.

Why do men always have dusty bathrooms?

Anyway, we both had today
off, and as tempting as it was

to stay in bed, we went
to the mall instead.

I have a proposal.

- I'm not very good at those.
- Let's do this together,

- me and you.
- What are you talking about?

I'm asking if you'll
let me be a live-in aunt.

For a while. We'll find a
bigger place and I'll help

until you don't want my help
anymore, and then I'll stop.

- This is crazy.
- Yes.

So?

Sandy, we can do this.

-
To keep this thing alive

- Could be scary.
-
But how could one

- OK, let's do it.
- (Both laughing)

Good. Now, we tackle the crib.

- (Knocking on door)
- How hard can it be?

Dad, what are you doing here?

Mel said we were having
a celebration dinner.

- Why not? New beginning.
- I brought extra

- since you're eating for two.
- (Mel): Dad, which one is the HFastener?

It's the one that looks like a
bone screw without the hollow.

- (Mel): OK, got it.
- A little early to be setting up a crib.

Have you seen these instructions?

- It's gonna take the entire third trimester
to put this together. - (Knocking on door)

-
I got all the time

- You're getting big.
- Shut up.

Oh, we need plates.

She doesn't know anything, don't tell her.

Just give me a few days to sort this out.

- Yeah, sure.
- Griffin,

you're gonna run for union prez now?

Who knows? Gimme a chance to take
a few shots at management first.

- Hmm...
- What can we do to help?

Uh, you guys get dinner started,

and Mel and I, we... we got this.

OK, this...

Wait. I wasn't done looking at that.

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