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- You're here
for a consultation, I see.

- They recommended
Dr. Macchiarini.

He's the best in the world.

- These are the brave patients
who are stepping up

in the name of science.

And he is the daring doctor
who is determined

to give them that chance.

- We're shackled
by compassionate use.

- Well, that is quite an ask
to have Karolinska

hand you over to Russia.

- I was hoping to have
Dr. Lasbrey set up

and run a lab there.

[applause]

- [stifling coughs]

How could he say those things
when I feel like this?

- I could be fired
for coming to you,

breaching an ethical wall,
crossing enemy lines.

- My trials failed.

They were doomed to fail.

- Because they never did
any trials in the first place.

- The patients are the trials.

He's experimenting on people.

[upbeat rock music]

* *

- [singing in Turkish]

[baby wailing]

- [speaking Turkish]

- [speaking Turkish]

[coughs]

- [speaking Turkish]

[Murat Ses'
"Deli Gonul Neylersin"]

- Hey, hey, hey!

* *

Hey, hey, hey!

* *

Hey, hey, hey!

[singing in Turkish]

* *

[sound fades and slows]

- What we're trying to do is a
very risky surgical procedure.

- Why I come
to Dr. Macchiarini.

He is the best in the world.

[knock on door]

- There's my lovely
young patient.

So good to finally meet you
in person, Yesim.

Welcome to Karolinska.

This is Dr. Lasbrey.
- Hello.

- Dr. Gamelli,
thank you very much.

It really pains me
to see someone as young

and beautiful as you are
suffering like this.

But we're also very happy
that you're here with us today.

- Absolutely.

- And we're also very lucky
that the talented Dr. Lasbrey

is with us
for one last procedure.

- Where are you going,
Dr. Lasbrey?

- I'm headed to Russia
to set up another facility

for Dr. Macchiarini.

- My baba would ask
if you've packed a jacket.

- I packed two.

- So based on the notes
from your doctors in Turkey,

this all started for you
after a surgery you had

to address excessive sweating.

Is that correct?

- And from what we understand,
there was a tiny piece

of metal stuck in the machine.

When the oxygen was turned on,
the force shot it out

through your cannula tubing
into your throat,

and this caused severe damage
to your trachea,

which is where
the trach is placed now,

and also your lung.

A freak accident.

- And your doctors tried
a corrective graft.

That didn't work, right?

- It also hurts when I cough.

- We're so sorry,
really, for all of this.

As we discussed on the phone,
the biosynthetic tracheas

are still to be approved
for elective surgery.

So we will have to determine
if your case warrants approval

for compassionate use.

To be honest, I would have
preferred 3D digital scans

because with these,
it's very difficult

to see the extent
of the damage.

To assess candidacy, we need
to see it with our own eyes.

- What exactly does that mean?

- Well, after a little bit
of anesthesia,

we will make a tiny incision
in your abdomen,

run a camera inside,
and take a look.

That way, we can be sure
that a biosynthetic trachea

is a viable option for you.

- That is surgery?

Maybe I should wait
for my father.

- Well, it is
a very simple procedure.

You should be back in your
hotel by dinnertime tomorrow.

- That way,
we can assess the site,

and when your father gets here,

then we can all decide
on next steps together.

Eh?

[soft music]

- I'm telling you,
the guy doesn't like me.

- Bjorn is Swedish, which means
he's a little complicated.

- So are you saying
that he was "bjorn" that way?

* *

It's just every time I talk
to him, I get so "bjored."

- If he didn't like you,
this might be why.

- Look at you.

You were "bjorn" to run.

- [laughs]

- I like this on you.

- Good, because
I am keeping it.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yep.

* *

[cell phone buzzes]

- Sotnos?

It's Svensson.

He wants to meet me.

It's about Macchiarini.

- But my friends
will be here any minute.

- I know. I'm sorry.

I'll come back
as soon as I can.

- Should I be worried
about this Dr. Macaroni?

It's all you talk about.
- Absolutely not.

That dude's got
ridiculously hairy arms.

Bjorn, on the other hand, is--
- Mm.

You're not funny.

You think you're funny,
but you're not.

Nate.

* *

Hurry back.

* *

- The patients are the trials.

He's experimenting on people.

- I thought--but this--

- [sighs]

Oh, his claims of the tracheas
regenerating blood supply,

epithelium in animals,
blah, blah, blah,

it was all made up.

- Jesus Christ.

Christopher Lyles.

- I'm sorry.

I can't imagine
what he went through.

- I can.

Your rats.

They all had
different causes of death--

suffocation,
heart attack, shock.

But they had one thing
in common: they all suffered.

Chris Lyles suffered.

We have to show this to Hedley,
all of this.

- Yeah, I agree.
We must inform Hedley.

But we cannot use
Dufort's data.

- What are you talking about?

We need as much damaging
information as possible--

- I crossed serious lines
by going to her,

breached patient
confidentiality.

I could get fired or worse.

- We need this.
- No, we don't.

My trials are enough.

* *

- Fine.

[dramatic music]

* *

[monitor beeping]

Shut up.
- I didn't say anything.

- Come in.

- Her pain and persistent cough
are coming from somewhere.

- Could be unseen damage
to the membrane

along her tracheal cartilage.

[loud beeping]

- Dr. Macchiarini?
- I see it.

What is she on?

- Standard cocktail.

BP's stable.

She's got no allergies listed.

- It's not the medication.

Check the vent quickly.

- It's not the vent.

- Then it must be
an air leak in her trachea.

- But it just--

[beeping intensifying]

There's a bleed
in her right lung.

I need to open up her chest.

- But we're not prepared.

- Just do it!

[monitors beeping]

- Stat thoracotomy OR three.

Thoracotomy OR three.

- Blood's pooling
in the right lung.

Blood pressure, O2's dropping.

Oh, my God.
There's infected tissue.

We can't suture.

What do we do?

* *

- My report supports
our concerns, Dr. Hedley.

- Well, it says here these rats
died of various complications:

heart failure,
stroke, infection.

- And the one thing
in common?

The trachea.

- The results
are not definitive,

but we would argue
they may be enough to justify

running additional trials
before continued use

on our patients.

- These are
experimental treatments,

and they're used
to care for patients

with no other options.

I see a great deal of evidence
of positive results,

certainly nothing that could
be outweighed by one rat trial

that you yourself
defined as inconclusive.

Do you have any further data?

- Actually--

- No, Dr. Hedley,
not at this time.

- Isn't this enough?
This guy's a hack.

I've had a bad feeling
about him since he set foot--

- Dr. Hedley, we're urging you
to review the data,

come to your own conclusion.
[phone ringing]

- Sorry.

Hedley.

[ominous music]

Right.

* *

Yep, yep.

Okay.

* *

Thank you, gentlemen.

We will review
your concerns internally.

* *

- What the hell was that?

You didn't give me a chance
to get my point across.

- Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't realize you had one.

- He needs all the information.
- At the expense of my career?

And he doesn't need
your opinion.

What do you expect to achieve
by making personal attacks?

- Well, can you blame me?
Hedley's full of shit.

"We'll review
your concerns internally."

His only priorities are
making money for Karolinska

and keeping money
for Karolinska.

- Well, we brought our
suspicions to his attention.

- So?
- So that's all we can do.

- That's not all we can do.
- That's all I can do then.

- You were the one who went

after Dufort
in the first place.

You're the one
who went digging.

What was the point
if you're not gonna use

everything you found?

- We live in two
very different worlds, Nate.

I have to take care
of my family.

- Fine.

You stick to your world.

I'll deal
with Macchiarini in mine.

- Ana?

Are you okay?
- Hey, what's wrong?

- He just took it out.

- Who took what out?

- Paolo.
Her lung, he just--

- Lung?

Wait.

Yesim Cetir?

But she's--

She's only in for a consult.

- It was supposed to be
a simple exploratory...

[exhales shakily]

[desolate music]

* *

- Hey!

What the hell did you do?
- Excuse me?

- Dr. Gamelli--

- Yesim Cetir,
in for a consult.

- Yes, that's right.

- Yeah, how does that end
in a fucking pneumonectomy?

- I saved her life.
- Are you out of your mind?

What was it,
a bleed, infection?

You could have cauterized,
controlled it.

- Dr. Gamelli--

- Run her through antibiotics,
steroids.

- Calm down.

- Not just take her fucking
lung out, God damn it!

- Take it easy.

- I guess that makes her
a perfect candidate

for one of your tracheas
now, huh?

- Dr. Gamelli.

- Do you have any idea what

those fucking slinkies
do to people?

- I'm sure Dr. Macchiarini
did what

was right for the patient.

- Oh, I bet you are.

- Careful, Nate.

- Dr. Gamelli, I apologize

if things seem confusing
to you.

- Don't give me that bullshit.

- Unfortunately,
me and my team deal

with very extreme cases.

- Yes,
just the ones extreme enough

that nobody will notice
when you kill them,

you reckless son of a bitch!

- That is enough!

Dr. Gamelli,
perhaps you should think

about taking some time off.

- Are you kidding? Me?

- Yes, you.
- [laughs]

- And I hope you show
enough self-control

to leave
the hospital unescorted.

[quiet dramatic music]

* *

- You got anything else to add?

* *

[muffled speech]

[ominous music]

* *

- Otherwise, you would have
been at great risk,

a risk that you
would bleed to death.

- I'm sorry, Dr. Macchiarini.

Can you say again, please?

- This must be a shock
for you to wake up like this,

but unfortunately,
we discovered several issues

when we went in,
existing damage

that we could not
have anticipated.

And we had to remove
your right lung.

This problem was always there.

Actually, we were very lucky
that you went critical

on the table
instead of at home,

because without immediate care,
you would have--

you would have certainly died.

[melancholy music]

I spoke to your father,
and he's on his way.

And regarding
your biosynthetic trachea,

the procedure
is already approved

under compassionate use.

I know this is frightening,

but this was what
we were hoping for.

* *

- All right.

Thank you, Dr. Macchiarini.

* *

- I can't believe you've
never played this before.

I used to play it all the time
with my little sister.

- Shh, doctor!

You're going to make me--

[buzzer blares]
Oh, damn it!

Why is this game so stressful?
I don't like it.

[sighs]
Do you want to play again?

- Yeah.

- Oh, okay.
Only if you're sure.

- Sorry. I'm distracted.

I just--I can't--

I can't stop thinking
about what Macchiarini

did to that poor girl.

- You said the body
is resourceful,

that you can lose a lung,
organs, and still be okay.

- Yeah, you can.

She's young.
She's strong.

I just--I know
there was another way.

- It's your turn.

- Sorry.

I'm sorry.

- No, no, it's nothing
to apologize for.

Worrying about your patients is
what makes you a good doctor.

But Macchiarini, work,

it's all you talk about.

You only have one day left
on this little forced vacation.

Maybe you should enjoy it.

- I can't get my mind
off the hospital.

- Hmm.

Can't imagine why.

[buzzer blares]

Ah!

Or maybe you could call
your wingman.

He was waiting for you
at the pub the other day

all by himself.

It was pitiful.

I almost felt bad enough
to sleep with him too.

Have you spoken to him at all?

- I have nothing to say to him.

[ominous music]

* *

- Welcome back.

- I assume Macchiarini's
halfway around the world

now that his work here is done.

You're ambitious, Ana.

I've always liked
that about you.

- I believe in our work.

You weren't there, Nate.
You don't know.

The biosynthetic trachea
was the best option for her.

- Good luck in Russia.

[both speaking Turkish]

[both laugh]

- Oh, be careful.
Don't pop a stitch.

- Hello, Dr. Gamelli.

This is my baba.

- Hi, Baba.

- It's Hayrullah, actually.

- Oh, nice.

You know what they say
about being an artist?

It's the closest thing
to immortality.

- I'm half the artist
my father is.

I'm going to teach
young students

about those immortals.

* *

- So, Yesim, your tracheostomy
has been removed,

and your damaged trachea
has been replaced

with one of Dr. Macchiarini's
biosynthetic tracheas.

I will keep him informed of our
progress, but moving forward,

I'll be on the front lines
to take good care of you.

And I will take
good care of you.

* *

- It's something
I do with my siblings.

When we make a promise,
we put our thumbs together.

It makes a heart.

It seals the contract forever.

- A promise, huh?

- A promise is a promise,

unless someone's
getting surgery.

* *

[indistinct PA announcement]

- [coughs]

[choking]

[ominous music]

* *

[knocking]

- How is she?

- How the hell
do you think she is?

- I hope you understand.

I want to change things,
to do the right thing,

but the right way.
[monitor beeping]

- It doesn't make much fucking
difference now, does it?

[loud beeping]

[indistinct PA announcement]

- We found her cyanotic and
unresponsive two minutes ago.

- Her vitals
were stable all day.

Last PTT, pulmonary scan
and function tests?

- PTT normal, pulmonary scan

negative for clots
of the left lung.

- Chest echo and cardiac labs?
- Echo and labs normal.

No signs of heart failure.

- We're pumping her
full of oxygen,

and her O2 stats are still low.

Her airway is blocked.
She can't be intubated.

I need ECMO support and X-ray!

Let's go!

All right, we've got
five minutes until brain death.

We're already 2 1/2 minutes in.

- Somebody contact
Dr. Macchiarini.

- Stop compressions.

Where's X-ray?
- En route, doctor.

- X-ray, clear.

- All right.
We're all set, five minutes.

Start the machine.

[machine humming]

[beeping slows]

- [exhales slowly]

Mucus plugs are forming in your
airway, causing a blockage.

It's a side effect
from the synthetic trachea.

We'll need
to suction every few hours

to make sure
that it stays clear.

- Suction?
- Yes.

We place a catheter tube
through your nose

into your throat.

That's attached
to a vacuum in the wall

that'll draw out anything
that your body

can't expel on its own.

- Will it hurt?

- [gasping]

- We'll make sure she's
as comfortable as possible.

- Dr. Macchiarini knows this?

- Yes.

I send him reports
on anything that happens here.

Yesim, your body
has been through a lot.

It is possible that we could
see some problems arise.

But whatever comes,
we'll handle it.

Okay?

Oh, hey.

Why classic rock?

Why not something more modern
like Bruno Mars?

- In the '60s, '70s, young
people protested against wars.

They questioned
their government,

fought for basic rights.

The music reflects
the same things

we are going through now
in Turkey.

I guess,
when I hear those old songs,

I don't feel so alone.

- Fair enough. Okay.

Let me know what you think.

[soft music]

* *

[vacuum sucking]

- [gasps]

- You all right?

- If this is something I have
to do to get out of here,

I'll be okay.

- Her spleen has to be removed
because of a blocked artery,

but the good news is,
she can live without it.

- Why is this happening?
Is it the trachea?

- Her body's been
through a lot.

The mucus plugs--
when you struggle for oxygen,

well, that kind of trauma
can lead

to any number of complications.

[monitor beeping]

[eerie panting music]

* *

[vacuum sucking]

So what'd you think?

It's good shit, huh?

Do not light
anything on fire.

- I promise you nothing.

- Fuck.

Her gallbladder
is almost completely black

from gallstones.

* *

It's Whack-a-Mole.

You solve one problem,
something else pops up.

It's all because
of that synthetic trach.

Those mucus plugs
are choking her to death.

She's not getting
enough oxygen.

It's putting too much stress
on her body.

Her organs are shutting down,
and it's getting worse

with each surgery.

- We can remove the trachea.

- And replace it with what?

Even if we had the donors,
the area--it's too damaged.

We just need to get a handle
on these complications,

stabilize her.

She's young, strong.
She can make it through this.

* *

- Good morning, Dr. Gamelli.

- Fuck off.

* *

- These are the brave patients
who are stepping up

in the name of science.

And he is the daring doctor
who is determined

to give them that chance.

- Even in the face of failure,
we should keep hope alive.

* *

- Hold on, listen.

- She's losing her hair,
her vision.

Half of her internal organs
are gone.

It's all because
of that fucking trachea.

Where is Macchiarini?
In the U.S., Russia?

We send these updates--
nothing.

This shit is on him.

Why are you not
holding him accountable?

- Boston.

- What?

- Boston.

That's where I'll go next.

America.

- Boston's great.

- The band Boston
is playing there soon.

I looked it up.

Heaven on Earth tour.

- Boston in Boston.
- Boston in Boston.

[monitor beeping]

* *

- I made her a promise.
- You promised her this?

- That I would
take care of her.

- How?
How can you take care of her?

How can you do anything for her
when you are too exhausted

to take care of yourself?

[sighs]

* *

[monitor beeping]

- [gasping]
[monitor beeping rapidly]

- I figured CDs
are out of style,

so I got you an iPod.

I'm sorry it's not wrapped.

I put some albums on it.

"After the Gold Rush,"
"Darkness on the Edge of Town."

Your dad said it was cool,
so...

- Thank you.

[both singing in Turkish]

[morphine dispenser beeps]

[singing fades]

[uneasy music]

* *

- [speaking Turkish]

[muffled arguing]

[alarms beeping]

- 200 joules, clear!

[defibrillator thumps]

Clear. Clear.

Clear.

Clear!

* *

[monitor beeping]

- What happened?

- Your heart stopped,
but we brought you back.

You're okay now.

- Why?

- Abnormal impulses
can override the system.

- No.

Why did you bring me back?

[desolate music]

* *

[shouting]

* *

There's a fistula
in her esophagus.

- What about
a two-layer closure?

- I've gone through all
the routine options.

They won't take hold
on Macchiarini's

biosynthetic trachea.

- Well, if we remove it,

she won't be able
to eat ever again.

* *

- Where is she?

- She's okay.
She just left.

She's getting transferred.

- Hey!

What the fuck is going on?

Who authorized her move?
Who the hell are you?

- Dr. Hedley signed
a transfer order.

She's going to private wing.

- They wanna hide me.

* *

They want to hide me.

[knock at door]

- What do you want?

- Just checking out
the real estate.

[groans]

Hm.

I'm a medical scientist,
so I'm not intrinsically good

at this bedside manner.

But being able
to express feelings,

it's essential.

Axel taught me that.

So I just came by
to see how you are.

- One of the first things
they teach you in med school

is never promise anything
to your patients.

- The gods are a fickle bunch.

- I promised I would take care
of her, and I failed.

- She's alive, Nate,
against all odds,

and we both know,
if she was anywhere else,

being treated by anyone else--

- I don't just want her alive.

I want her to live.

This all started
with that trachea.

She should have never been
opened up in the first place,

but now...

I need to get her
away from here.

I need to get her away from me.

I found a surgeon in the States
who might be able to help,

because... I can't.

[glass clinking]

[crowd roaring on phone]
- ...by Strider,

maybe a life-saving tactic.

Edwin felt he was fouled,
but Germany moving hard,

and they've been caught
on the counter.

Dahl's burned.
Gone.

Gonna get it down the field.

[soft music]

* *

- We are here today
to review the complications

of your patient, Yesim Cetir,

before she's transferred
to the United States.

- Yesim Cetir
suffered immensely.

And we offered her
another chance at life

with a biosynthetic trachea.

- Dr. Macchiarini
is here today.

I want to look nice.

- Then she was left
in the hands of others.

I read Yesim's updated chart
and sat in horror

of what these doctors
put my patient through.

You removed her esophagus,

condemning her
to what kind of life?

And then you summon me here.

The issues
that arose afterwards--

blood clots,
organ failure, and infections--

are completely unrelated
to my procedure.

As I expanded our work
in Russia and America,

I trusted Karolinska
to care for the patients

that we have helped together.

I will never again
leave any of my patients

in the care of another, ever.

* *

- I didn't know
he was back here.

- Back?

He never left.

[phone ringing]

[knock at door]

- Dr. Macchiarini's not coming.

- No, he's not.

But I spoke
with your new team in the U.S.,

and they're gonna take it out.

The trachea,
they're gonna take it out.

- Look at you.

You stand there,
thinking you're my savior.

- What?

No, I--

- What did you save?

What of me is left?

- I tried.

Yesim.

- I hate you.

I can't stand to look at you.

I hate you.

Do you hear me?

I hate you.

[speaking Turkish]

I hate everything about you.

You're nothing to me.

You're just a pair
of blue scrubs.

I can't even see anymore.

- I'm sorry.

Get the hell out.

Get out.

Toz ol.

Toz ol.

Toz ol.

Toz ol.

[dramatic music]

* *

[waves lapping]