All language subtitles for ER (1994) - S14E02 - In A Different Light (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 MONOLITH)_track3_[eng]

Previously on ER:

Pupils are equal
and reactive.

What year is it, hon?
Oh-seven.

Good. Let's go to Trauma One.

Quick and concise--
how is she?

Hypotensive, anemic
with abdominal pain,

extensive crush
injuries.
Neela...

You've been great.

I think your day
might have been

a whole lot better
if you never met me.

Oh, not so sure
about that.

Hope I see you around.
Yeah.

You can check yourself
in the ICU.

What?

There are lots of good lessons
for a guy like you up there.

Trust me,
I should know.
You're kidding, right?

No, I'm not kidding you.

Luka's not the chief anymore.

Moretti's the man now.

Well, someone should
talk to Anspaugh.

All right, good luck, Mr. Stoll.

(sighs)

Hey, Dr. Anspaugh.

You know, you're
one busy guy.

I've been calling
your office all week

trying to schedule
an appointment.

Oh, I'm sure my assistant can
fit you in as soon as possible.

But do you have
a few minutes right now?

Because I really
need to talk to you.

I need to get to a hospital
council meeting,

and if there is a God, I can
beat this cross-town traffic.

All right, it's
about Dr. Moretti.

He's all wrong for the ER.

He doesn't understand
how it works.

Kevin is a brilliant
and dedicated physician,

board certified in
emergency medicine.

Yeah, the guy is smart,
I'll give him that,

but he's in way over
his head, and...

And what?

I think you should
replace him

with someone who knows
how to do the job-- me.

(chuckles):
Well, I admire your chutzpah.

Well, you can call it what
you want, but I'm serious.

Look, change
is always hard.

I'm sure he's going
to settle in.

Dr. Anspaugh,
I can do this.

Ask me in another
year or two.

(sighs)

WOMAN (on TV):
And next, go from
trash to treasure...

Hi.
Hey.

...when we learn how to make
lamps out of egg cartons.

Won't that be fun?
Brought you
some magazines.

MAN:
Sounds egg-cellent, Tina.

And your favorite,
Gummi worms.
Thank you.

(TV audio continues)

And, um, and Brad Pitt,
he's outside.

He's over Angelina and
the whole adoption thing

and he wants you.
(shuts off TV)

Are you okay?

(sighs)

I think I'm addicted
to Mornings With Phil and Tina.

Oh, well, hang in there,
you'll be home tomorrow.

Correction-- today.
My staples came out

and my creatinine's
down to point nine.

Worm?
No thank you.

Who sent these flowers?

The ER nurses.

I think they went
a little bit over board.
No.

Everyone's just happy
you're doing so well.

Yeah. Any luck with
Joe's passport?

Oh, it's so crazy.

I mean, there's all
these new travel rules,

so even with
an expedited passport,

it takes, like,
four weeks.

What time you
getting out of here?

Oh, they're not sure.

Lucien wants me
to stay home for a week

before I go back to work.

Mm, lucky you.

Yeah, but what am I going
to do sitting at home?

Um, relax, recuperate,

try and kick your
Phil and Tina addiction.

(pager beeping)

Okay. I'm late.
See you later.

Okay, bye.

TINA:
Now pull the light cord
through the base of your egg...

And that means no more boarding
admitted patients

in the ER hallways.

If there aren't enough beds,

they can wait
in the hallways upstairs.

MAN:
Oh, Lord, it's me,

your servant, Bernie.

I'm dying Lord.
I'm dying.

Do the nurses upstairs
know about this?

Sam, your hair is brown.
(moaning)

And from now on,
I want all patients

to have full
physical examinations.

BERNIE:
Take me, Lord!

It's my time.

PRATT:
You're kidding me, right?

No. Clothes off.

No more of these
half-assed exams.

I've made my peace, Lord.
And we need to have
more consistent

treatment protocols
in line
I'm ready to join you.

with evidence-based
guidelines.
Here I come!

Should we go
help that guy?

Mr. Zucker?

Comes in here every week with
a hangover, claims he dying.
(moaning)

Yeah, once he offered
to put me in his will

if I gave him
a sponge bath.

These are standard
order sets

for acute coronary syndrome,
stroke,

sepsis, alcohol withdrawal
and procedural sedation.

I expect you all
to make use of them.

I'm coming home, Lord,
I'm coming home.

Get to work.

So now we're doing
cookbook medicine?

Why don't they just hire
trained monkeys to work the ER?

Hey, Morris, do you have any
known relatives in Bulgaria?

What?

Frank's new hobby
is genealogy.

He discovered
I'm a descendent
of Spanish royalty.

Then I found this "Archibald
Morrisnov" in Plovdiv.

No, I don't think
we're related.

But, uh, check Venezuela.

I may have a cousin
who runs a kidnapping ring.

(moaning)
Crime is just the desperate
cry of the poor, Archie.

Gates, I thought we
got rid of you.

I think I left

my otoscope down here.
Yeah, I was about

to auction it on eBay.

Oh, stop pretending.
You know you miss me, Frank.

Hey, Abby, you
see Neela today?

Yeah, I was just there.
She's going home.

Oh, that's great.
Yeah, so...

this is your last
chance to visit her.

I already visited her
a bunch of times.

When she was
unconscious, yeah.
Today I'm been busy

and I'm starting my
first shift in ICU...

Tony, go see her.

I...
It's a little...

Yeah, weird. I know.

Stuff happened, but you
just gotta get over it.

You know what?
This is Sarah.
I gotta take this.

Hey, Sarah,
what's up?

Here I go, here I go.

MORETTI:
Dr. Lockhart.

(moaning)

So nice of you
to take time

out of your busy
schedule to join us.

Yeah, I was visiting
a friend of mine...

Fascinating.

I'm instituting a new system
and need a volunteer-- you.

Today you'll be working your
shift in the Waiting Area.

Lord, it's me
again, Bernie.
You mean triage?

No, Waiting.
Here I come!

It's a chance to intervene
at the earliest stage.
I'm letting go.

Yeah, do you really think
that this is the best use...

This is it, Lord.
Open your eyes, Abby.

This is the end.
Take a fresh look.

Just say the word!

Excuse me.

Bernie,

this is God.

Hurry it up already.

(indistinct conversations)

(woman coughing)

Yeah, uh, your toe
is infected, ma'am.

And we're gonna have
to remove the nail.

Is there anything
you're allergic to?

I don't like cheese.

Okay.

Uh, someone will
be here shortly

to take you back and then
we'll see about some shoes.

Oh, I like Jimmy Choos.
Right.

Hey, how much longer

do I have to wait
around this place?

Sir, you have
to sit down.

Don't you know
who I am?
Sit down.

(people coughing, groaning)

Carlos Vega.
WOMAN:
Yes.

Hi, I'm Dr. Lockhart.

What seems to be
the problem?

Well, he threw up all night,

and we thought it might have
been something he ate,

but he's getting worse.

Maybe... you can
give me something...

for my stomach...

and then we can go.

Yeah, I think you have a fever.

It's probably
not food poisoning.

Oh, no.

He played
with our baby

all day yesterday.
Honey, Tyler's fine.

Doctor, I gotta
get to work.

How long do we have to wait?

Um...

You know, why don't we just
take you back right now?

Okay?
Oh, thank you.

You all right?

All right, let's do this.

You know, I was
thinking about

going down to Baton
Rouge and visit Ray.

Yeah, we'll go together.

Three of us could, uh,
catch a Saints game.

Sounds good.
We should do that.

(chuckles)

Seaweed scalp mist.

(laughing)

Ray was a little hair
obsessed, but I gotta say,

the man's lid always
looked good.

(laughs)

Oh, boy.

Are these a,
these a size nine?

Don't even
go there, Morris.

What's he gonna
do with them?

I mean...

Sir, back away from
the shoes, all right?

GRADY:
Guys, is that
locker available?

What?

I haven't been assigned one yet.

Stop.

No one's using this locker.
It's retired.

(chuckles):
You can't retire an ER locker.

Can you?

You can use one of
those lockers over there.

Yeah, this one's off limits.

Hey, so what can we bring to
dinner tonight at Chez Pratt?

Ah, it's really
not necessary,

but maybe some red wine.

Vino, it is.

Hey, thanks again
for the invite.

Well, it was Betina's idea
to do this double date thing.

She really
likes you, man.

Hey, Pratt.
Mazel Tov.

You having a stroke, Frank?

Did you know that your
great-great-great-grandmother

on your mother's side
was an Ethiopian Jew?

Wow, Black
and Jewish.

You're like County's
own Sammy Davis Jr.

Get out of here.

* Who can take
a rainbow *

* Wrap it in
the sky? *
Archie...

* The Pratt-man can.

Come on, Sam, you said you
wanted to get out there again.

Oh, I don't know.

You and your fabulous new hair

needs to come out
with us tonight.

Where you
gals going?

Speed dating
at Ike's.

What the heck is speed dating?

It's a way for losers
to meet other losers-- fast.

No, you get
six minutes,

you sit at a table and you
talk to a bunch of guys.

And how the heck are you

supposed to get know
somebody like that?

Chemistry.
Seems more like desperation.

So, Sam, are you
in or not?

Oh, it sounds like fun,
but I'm...

Maybe she
doesn't want to

because she has her
eye on someone else.

What? Who?

Officer Litchman.

Oh, he is cute.

I thought I noticed
a spark between you two.

Yeah? I mean, no.
I mean, yes, I think he's cute.

But I would never date a cop.

PRATT:
Frank, you got
it wrong, man.

My grandfather was
Steven with a "V."

MVC, second victim
behind me.

16-year-old unrestrained
driver ejected from vehicle.

What's your name?
Joanna... where's Joanna.

Casey Barnes.

Blunt head trauma,
awake but altered.

Hang on, Casey.
CBC, chem panel,

type and cross
four units.

25-year-old,
restrained passenger.

No LOC, vitals stable.

How's Casey?
Is he all right?

Let's worry
about you first.

All right, CBC,
type and screen, UA.

Airway's patent,
spontaneous resps.

Damn it, IV blew.

Regular rhythm,
carotid pulses thready.

Casey, look at me.

Do you know
where you are?

(slurring speech)
Whoa, whoa, easy.

Sam, he's tachy--

get that bolus up.

I'm trying, but I can't
get a flash,

his pressure's
too low.
We need
access, Sam.

I'll go central.
Cordis and sterile 7s please.

Hope, when a trauma
rolls in

you're supposed
to jump on.

Sorry, thought you
could handle it.

I'm handling it fine.

Need to help Joa...

Agitation could
be sign of ICH.

I'll call for a head CT.

Pupils equal
but sluggish.

Sorry about earlier.

I just can't stop thinking
about the mosquito thing.

Oh, right, mosquitoes
love redheads.

We'll talk about it
later tonight, okay?

Can somebody hand me
the introducer?

I'm sterile.

Not sterile enough.

No drape, no gown, no mask.

Do you know, in the ICU
we prophylactically remove

all ER lines 'cause your rate
of infection is so high?

It's my fault.
Kid was crashing,

and I asked her
to jump in.
That's not true,

I just...
Spare me.
Just do it right.

(Casey slurring speech)

All right, pupils
equal and reactive.

Guarding a little.

How's she doing?

Airway's good,
GCS 15.

I am Dr. Moretti.
How you feeling?

I've been better.

She's tachy, you
got a pressure?

126 over 76.

Please, is Casey okay?

Doctors are
working on him.
Oh, God.

All right,
her pelvis is stable,

we got superficial abrasions
to the right thigh.

This whole thing
is my fault.

I should've never
let him drive.
Is he your brother?

No, my student.
I teach math at Edgewater.

I was, uh... tutoring him
before school.

In the car?

He just got his license,
begged me to go driving.

Chest film's back.
Okay.

My son was in the National Math
Olympiad in high school.

Now he's squandering
his talents

as a comp lit
major at Brown.

Go figure.
What do you see?

Is that a little
pneumo?
Yep.

Let's put her
on high flow

oh-two and set up
for a chest tube.

GRADY:
Sweet.
Whoa, whoa. Overkill.

She's got a 20%
pneumothorax
on the left.

What does that mean?
Is that bad?

It means part of your
lung has collapsed

and we need to
reinflate it.

Okay, Dr. Dr. Pratt.
Your patient.

All right. Lido
and ten-blade to me.

Okay, why don't you
take off your shirt?

No, that's okay.

I need to examine
your abdomen.

Do you really need to make
a big deal about this?

My boss is a real pain.

He won't like that I'm late.

Well, it won't
take long.

And my boss is a real pain,
and he won't like it

if I don't do a thorough exam.

What's that?

Oh, he got hurt at work.

It's nothing.
I was stupid.

Elena helped me
clean it out.

Hold still.
I need to check it out.

No, you don't...

(crying out in pain)

How did this
happen again?

Funny. This doesn't look
like the waiting area.

So, sir, how did you
manage to get yourself shot?

It was a drive-by,
and I got hit.

When did this happen?

Three
nights ago.

Why didn't he go
to the hospital?

Well, he doesn't like doctors.

That's all right.

I don't take that personally.

It's not what it looks like.

Right. I'll be right back.

Start with a plain film,
find out where the bullet is?

Yeah, and
notify the police.

Morning, Neela.

Morning. What
happened to you?

Field hockey.
Your LFTs look good.

You should be able to go
home in an hour or two.

That's what they said
four hours ago.

CRENSHAW:
Any trouble voiding?

No. My Foley is out.

Are you still
passing gas?

Would you stop, Dusty?

I think she's been
through enough already.

No going home until
Neela makes poo-poo.

You know, my post-op
ileus has resolved.

(pager beeps)
That's the ER. Let's go, Dusty.

It's good to see you
up and around.

Okay. 13-year-old.

Pneumonia, dysphagia,
normal CT.

Chang, what crucial
historical detail

did Dr. Udesky omit?

Weight loss?
Night sweats?

No, no, I'm talking
about the one thing

we must know to narrow down
this vast differential here.

MRI results?

Come on, guys,
you're breaking my heart.

Excuse me.
Duration of symptoms.

Sudden onset-- we're thinking
stroke, infection, trauma.

Slow onset-- we're thinking
tumor, metabolic... yes?
Excuse me.

Dr. Shuster, I'm Dr. Gates,
Moretti sent me up here.

Yet you still you show up
20 minutes late.

I was doing a follow-up
on a patient.

This is the critical care unit,
people are dying.

I don't have time
to potty train ER rejects.

Get me an MRI,
call neuro.

I want a diagnosis before lunch.

Looks like the boss lady
ripped you a new one.

Oh, you're too young to know
what flirting looks like.

See what's taking so long in CT.

You don't even speak Spanish.
I'll learn.

Sat's down to 82.

Okay, get him
on a non-rebreather

and Hope, get ready to tube him.

This is the kid's mom.
(Casey moans)

Baby, it's mom.

Honey, I'm right here.

Right here.

Your son's been
in a car crash.

He's lost a lot of
blood. Run a ten.

Casey, come on,
throw me the bag.

Ma'am, I'm Dr. Morris.
We're gonna put a tube

in to breathe
for him.

I don't understand.
What happened?

He was driving,
he hit a guardrail.

He was ejected about 20 feet.

Driving?
Casey doesn't have a car.

He came in with her.

Do you know that woman?

Yeah.
Darn, bulb's out.

I need a new scope, Mac 2.

Casey, honey,
wake up, wake up.

Talk to me.
I'll get it.

HOPE:
He's in V tach, lost the pulse.

Charge the paddles,

starting compressions.

Is Casey okay?

He's pretty sick.

MORETTI:
How are we doing?

She's got
a hemothorax.

Good thing we put in
a chest tube.

It was the right call.

Systolic's only 85.

All right, Dawn,
let CT know

that we're coming for
a chest and abdomen.

I wouldn't do that.
Why not?

She's pregnant.

What?

Right there,
that's a fetal heartbeat.

Didn't you order an ICON?

Yeah, he did.
The lab's backed up.

I'm pregnant?

Looks like you weren't
the only one in the dark.

Small caliber bullet
in the T-12 vertebral body.

He's febrile,
probably infected.

He needs the OR
for debridement.

Abby, the detectives
are here.

You called the police?

We're obligated
to report gun shot wounds.

Get a CT, make sure
there's nothing

in the spinal canal
or abdomen.
Right.

Mr. Vega,

we heard you were a
victim of a drive-by.

Yeah.
Can you tell us
when and where?

Three nights ago on my block,
I was walking home.

That would be 3027 Pierce?

Right.
We don't have a
report of that.

There was a shooting
at a deli

on Leavitt
three nights ago.

Owner was shot, but not
before he returned fire.

Carlos had nothing
to do with that.

Elena, why don't you
call your mom.

Have her take Tyler home.

It's all right.
Three Latino
suspects got away,

but witnesses say one
of them was wounded.

It wasn't me.

Ask the store owner.
He's in a coma.

As long as your bullet
isn't a match

for his gun,
you don't have a problem.

Gross hematuria.

All right, we're taking her
to the scanner right now.

Is that okay? She's in
the first trimester.

No, too much
radiation.

Please don't hurt my baby.

Joanna, we need
to focus on you now, okay?

Please, someone go see
how Casey's doing.

I need to know.
I'll check.

What, what?
You can't do a CT,
she'll never consent.

She's in shock.
She's not competent.

Let's follow with
a formal ultrasound.

We'll get a good
look at the kidneys

with a fraction
of the radiation.

We cannot do the formal
ultrasound that fast.

Why, you're a
resourceful guy.

You expect a radiologist

to be at my beck
and call Q-15 minutes?

Yeah, I do.

They don't have enough
machines or techs available...

DAWN:
Hey, guys, they
need help in here.

What's wrong with Casey?

Make it happen,
Dr. Pratt.

Charged to 360. Clear!

Still no pulse, v fib.

Resume CPR.
SAM:
Epi's in.

How many rounds of meds
has he got?

It's the fifth. Yes.
Amiodarone?

No.

You're coding a patient in here

and nobody bothered
to come and get me?

I'm on top of it.

Really?

You're blasting
the myocardium with drugs

and you're hoping
for a miracle.

Please, you've got to save him.

Sam, give the amio.

Did you hear what I just said?

He's a kid.
I am aware of that.

Mom, come here.

We've been trying
to restart his heart

for over a half hour now.

You have to keep going.

His injuries
are too severe.

He's lost too much blood.

No.

No, this isn't happening.

I'm going to stop CPR now,
which means...

No!

Oh, no, no, no!

Please don't stop.

He's just a boy.

He's my baby.

(sobbing)

(crying)

Casey...

(sobbing continues)

So where's your mom?

She's at work.

She'll be here later.

Dr. Schuster
was obnoxious,

no question, but...

you could've been
a little more contrite.

You know,
played the game.

Oh, believe me,
I'm trying.

How about an eight?
Does an eight work here?

No, and I'm not
talking about Sudoku.

The game, life.

Playing well
with others.

You seem to have
a problem with that.

How about a six?
Would a six work here?

Your evasiveness tells
me I'm on to something.

(chuckles)

Did your dad hit you
when you were a kid?
What?

Parental abuse.

It's a common root

of authority and ego
problems in adulthood.

Thank you, Dr. Freud.

I'm more of
a Jungian.

You have no idea what
I'm talking about.

I never watched Star Trek.

And, um, you're starting
to freaking me out, kid.

Yeah, I have that
affect on people.

I'm in college now
at U of C

and I raise my hand
to ask a question,

the whole class stares.

That must be weird, huh?

Yeah, I kind of stick
out at frat parties.

Yeah, well...
I'm, uh, having trouble

these days trying to
figure out where I fit in.

And, uh... you were right
about me and my dad.

If you want to impress those
stuck up ICU types, three words.

Fazio-Londe disease.

It's very rare.

Who knows how long it'll
take them to figure it out.

Is that what you think you have?

Not think.

Know.

Well, when you were admitted,

why didn't
your mother tell them?

She doesn't know.

I haven't told her.

No, that's not good enough,
I need an ultrasound now,

not in 45 minutes.

Pratt, your alter
cocker in Three

is kvetching about his kishka.
What?

It's the language
of your people.

Hey, Abby, you want to get
in on a detached retina?

I have to go back to Waiting.

Mussolini was not happy
to see me out of my cage.

Doctor, can I talk to you?
Sure.

Um, Carlos doesn't want
to have the operation.

Why not?

Well, um, he was at
the deli that night.

Oh, I don't need
to hear this.
Please, doctor.

I don't want
to hear it.
He was just there
to buy milk.

Please, please,
you have to listen.

Please.

Okay.

That night in the deli,

two guys came in and they
started making trouble

and they pulled out guns.

Carlos told you this.

He tried
to stop them, okay,

but they just
started shooting

and he ran so fast
he didn't even realize

he was hurt
until he got home.

Yeah, but why didn't
you call the police

when you saw
he was shot?

Well, Carlos wanted to,

but I didn't let him.
Why?

The guys who did this, they
are from our neighborhood, okay?

They know who we are,
they know where we live.

Well, that bullet
is lodged in his spine

and surgery really
is the only...
He won't do it.

Small fluid in Morrison's,

but no hematoma,
renal anatomy's intact.

What do you make of the fact
that she's still peeing blood?

Probably just
parenchymal contusions.

If the urine doesn't
clear in an hour,

we'll do an IVP like
Dr. Moretti suggested.

She's good.

Be back in 15 minutes
to repeat the scan.

Dr. Pratt, I knew
you'd find a way.

He was 16! A child!

Hey, hey, hey!
Don't do this.

I have your e-mails,
the photos.

You're going to jail!

Ma'am, I know this is hard,

but you just can't...

She molested my son!

You've got to leave.

This is your fault.
He's dead because of you.

What?!

You saw the blood.

He was rushing me here.

That's why we crashed.
Oh, God.
Oh, no.

You're gonna have
to stop hating me.

I am having his baby.

Okay.
Come on.

What?

You have to leave.
I'm sorry.

If they take out the bullet, the
cops will place me at the scene.

Well, just tell them
what really happened.

They won't believe me--
all they see

is another spic from the hood.

Hopefully, the store owner

will come out of his coma and
he can back up your story.

And if he doesn't,

then Carlos
will go to jail.

I got a good job
and Elena, the baby.

I don't want to lose them.

Okay, look,
just get a lawyer...

The legal system doesn't work
for guys like me.

Do you understand that
you could be paralyzed?

I'll take my chances.

I talked to Carlos
for over an hour

and now they want to speak
to the surgeon in charge.

And he still won't consent
to the debridement?

He's convinced he's screwed
if they find the bullet.

He understands the risks?

Well, then it's his right
to refuse. Detectives.

The DA just got off
the phone with a judge

who's issuing an
emergency court order

compelling Carlos
Vega to have surgery.

What?
It'll be here
within the hour.

The state can't dictate
treatment of a patient.

Well, it just did.

The bullet will tell us
if he's guilty or not.

Well, it doesn't matter
if he's guilty or not.

This patient has rights,
and we're not going to do it.

Well, it's not
up to you.
Really?

Well, what's next?
Forced sterilizations?

Mandated amputations?
I mean, this is...

Abby, Abby, Abby.
Maybe it's for the best.

Carlos needs the surgery,

and these guys are only
trying to do their job.

We'll get an OR ready.

Thanks, doc.

You're kidding me, right?
I don't like it,
but it's done.

Yeah, he has the
right to refuse.

You just said so
two minutes ago!
You know what?

If we leave the bullet in,

he ends up
in a wheelchair anyway.

Not definitely,
and not immediately.

We can start him
on IV antibiotics

and then talk to
Legal, alert the media.

High-minded, Abby,
very high-minded, but naive.

If we refuse
to perform the surgery,

they'll get some other
hospital to do.

You don't know that.

Yes, yes, as a
matter of fact I do.

And since a tricky spinal
procedure is inevitable,

I'd rather I do it
than someone else
who's not as good.

Oh, really? How did this
become about you?

Let it go,
Abby, let it go.

I can't believe you're not
even going to try to...

You know what, as
Head of Surgery,

I'm telling you, this case
is no longer your concern.

Type and cross four
units and send him up.

It's called
Fazio-Londe syndrome.

That's incredibly rare.

Yeah, only 30-something
cases in the literature.

It's a progressive
motor disorder.

The aspiration pneumonia
is from decreased function

of the ninth and
tenth cranial nerves.

I did an EMG,
MRI. It all fits.

You need to confirm this
with a muscle biopsy.

Well, Neuro's on
it this afternoon.

Way to be proactive,
Dr. Gates.

We round again at 3:00.

All right.

So it worked.

Yeah, it worked.

What I want to know is--
how did you figure this out?

At first, it felt like
a lump in my throat.

Then it got to where solid
food made me throw up.

You didn't go to a doctor?

I convinced a grad
student in Neurophysiology

to do a muscle biopsy

on the D.L.

Confirmed what I already knew.

But your mom... You-You didn't
tell your mother?

Well, what's the
use in telling her

before she absolutely
has to know?

Because she's your mother.

She-She-She wants
to help you.

She wants to take
care of you.

This news is pretty much
going to ruin her life.

She'll spend
everything she has

trying to keep me alive,
which is silly,

'cause this disease
is invariably fatal.

Well, there must be some sort of
experimental treatments, right?

Trials?

(quietly):
No.

Well, know, you-you...
you have to tell her.

You have to tell her.

You know that, right?

Would you like me to be there?

It's okay.

I'll tell her tonight.

(overlapping crowd chatter)

Okay, what happened here?

Killer bit me.

What kind of
dog is Killer?

He's not a dog.
He's a gerbil.

Wow, that's a good name for him.

Uh, let's just clean him up
and give him some antibiotics.

And, ma'am, what
brings you here today?

I'm here for the air.

County air is very therapeutic.

Okay, so, um, you didn't want
to see a doctor or anything?

You're just here to...

Breathe.
Right.

Knock yourself out.

Uh, Chuny, the guy
in the sunglasses has been

in the same position
for, like, all day.

Another drunk
sleeping it off.

Hey, sir?

Sir?

Sir?!

Oh, please don't be dead. Sir?

Hey! Oh!

I need a gurney
over here, now!

So the drunk with
the sunglasses isn't drunk.

He's bleeding into his head.

Yeah, we know that, thank you.

Systolic's 182.

All right, bolus
50 of mannitol,

20 per kilo, Dilantin. Tube.

It's a classic example
of availability bias.

I have no idea what that means,

but I'm sure
you're about to tell us.

Yeah. The waiting area is full

of drunk, sleeping,
homeless people,

so that's what Chuny saw
when she looked at him.

I feel bad
enough, all right?

All right, I'm in.

Toss me the bag,
call Respiratory for a vent.

MORETTI:
Nice pick-up, anyway.
Stabilize him

and get back
into the waiting room.

Clearly, we need you out there.

Call CT, let 'em know
we're on our way

and get Neurosurge down here.

There-There's no
ozone in the tropics.

Our-Our skin
will melt off.

Okay, enough.

You don't want to go.

I'll go without you.

Wait. Without me?

It's a once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity, Archie.

But I'll worry,
and-and I'll miss you,

and I want us
to be together.

It's only for
six months.

Hope, w...

Morris!

Did you know your gal Hope there

descends from a tribe
of gypsy whores?

Wow, Frank.

You obviously don't have enough
work to do around here.

Has anyone seen Sam?

Yeah. She's still in
with the MVC mom.

We're going to Ike's early

to premedicate
before speed dating.

Wow. That sounds good.
I could use a drink.

Hey, I'll bring some extra
Manischewitz tonight.

Yeah, we know how your tribe
loves the fruit of the vine.

All right, will you
knock it off already?

You guys can be a real
pain in the tuchis?

Hey. Any news yet?

No.

It's been over
two hours.

Well, Carlos is going
to be all right.

They shouldn't have forced him
to have an operation.

I mean, it isn't right.

Yeah.

I know you tried
to fight this.

Thank you.

Hey. The surgery
went well.

Oh, thank God.

Yeah, he has full function
of his lower extremities.

Well, that's good.

I can take you
to him if you'd like.

Yes, please.
Abby, come
walk with us.

ELENA:
Did you get
the bullet out?

DUBENKO:
You know, the strangest
thing happened.

I removed the bullet, uh,
placed it on a mayo stand.

Then there was a bleeder,
things got a little hectic,

stand got knocked over,

and the bullet
somehow went missing.

Went missing?

Yeah, the cop's been looking
for it for over an hour.

I don't know-- it
just sort of vanished.

Oh.

Well, can I go in?

Yeah, absolutely.

Thank you.

Vanished?

Yeah. Weird, right?

Your kidneys look good,

and the blood is clearing
from your urine.

So, I don't
need surgery?

Doesn't look
that way.

And the baby's
going to be okay?

No CT, no radiation.

Everything should be fine.

Thank you, doctors.
So much.

We'll get you upstairs
as soon as the bed's ready.

Hey, uh,
Dr. Moretti?

Kevin.

All right, um,
I just wanted to say

that the ultrasound
was a good idea,

and it's a good thing that
we did it, so, you know...

You're welcome.
All right.

Maybe next time
you'll think twice

before selling me out
to Anspaugh

and trying to steal my job.

Wait. I wasn't
trying to steal...
Don't lie.

It belittles us both.

(sighs)

Um, we're going
to get an ETA on your bed.

You think I'm some kind of
terrible person, don't you?

(sighs)

He was a kid,
you were his teacher.

I'm only nine years older.

A few years from now,
no one would care.

But now they do.

(teary):
I just can't believe he's gone.

Ma'am...

you need some help.

His mom showed up
at my house this morning.

Told me to stay away
from her son.

You can't really blame her.

Things got heated,
we had a fight.

I hit my head,
and she ran off.

That's when
I called

Casey.

If only she had left us alone.

(sighs)

We were going
through a rough time.

He'd shut
himself off,

stayed in
his room...

But things were
getting better.

He was starting
to talk to me again.

(quietly exhales)

I just don't understand
why it's taking so long.

I thought my case for custody
was as strong as...

Because that's what you said.

Well, that's not good enough.

(sighs):
I'm sorry.

I know you filed
the papers,

you're doing
all you can.

I gotta go. Thanks.

You didn't have
to do that.

Oh, yes, I did.
Hi, Dr. Gates.

I know.

Joshua's been raving
about you.

I'm Serena, his mom.

He's a great kid.

Yep. A handful.

He made me go to the library

to pick up some books
he'd put on hold.

So, has he talked to you
about what's going on?

Yeah.

It sounds pretty
straightforward.

Straightforward?

I don't mean to sound
cavalier about pneumonia,

but he's so much better today
than he was yesterday.

I'm really relieved.

Excuse me, I have
to fill out some

insurance thing for the clerk.

Okay. Nice to meet you.

Mm, and, uh,

don't let my kid run the place.

He's got that kind
of personality.

All right, I'll try
to keep him in check.

You didn't tell her.

I started to,
but... couldn't.

Joshua...

she has to know.

So when she comes
back later,

you and I will tell
her together, okay?

I can't see the look on her face

when she realizes I'm gonna die.

You do it?

You know what, you guys?

I'm not really sure I'm
in the mood for this tonight.

You're just nervous.

No, it's not that.

Come on, Sam,
shake it off.

This is gonna
be fun.

Come on.

Oh, I knew this.

Just let me say that we are the
hottest girls up in this place.

Wow, a lot of people
signed up for this.

It's a numbers
game, Sam.

And I like
the odds.

DAWN:
Wouldn't it be great if tonight
we all met our soul mates?

Three cosmos, please.

I would just be happy
to meet a nice guy

and go on a nice date.

We're happy you came
with us tonight.

It's about time.

I know, I know,
I got to get out there.

Life is too damn short.

Yes, it is.

Yeah, I will drink to that.

Toast.

To falling in love.

To sex without batteries.

(all laugh)

(horn blares)

Oh, come on,
come on, come on.

That's it.

I'm gonna go get me some.

I was thinking

maybe you should
stay at our place,

till you get better.

Oh, no, I can't do that.

Well, at least while
Luka's out of town.

I don't want to impose.

Ooh, hey, hold
that elevator.

Going down.

And I wouldn't
want you to think

you had to wait on me
hand and foot.

Believe me,
that'll never happen.

Come on.

It'll be fun--
you, me and Joe.

You know, you already
have a lot on your plate.

Neela, your taxi's
out front.

Take care of
yourself.
Thanks, Frank.

Yeah, but it's so quiet
with Luka away.

And besides, I could use
some free baby-sitting.

I guess Joe needs to get
to know his Auntie Neela.

Yeah.
But isn't Luka
coming home soon?

I hope so,
but I don't know.

His trip is taking
longer than we thought.

Oh, it's got to
be hard for him

without you
and Joe.
Yeah.

I mean, he misses us,

but you know,
on some level,

I think he's really happy
in Croatia, you know?

He's comfortable there.

I can hear it in his voice.

What do you think?

Thank you.
I'd love to stay.

Okay, great.
Okay.

Uh, Joe's nanny
will let you in,

and there's leftover
Thai food in the fridge

and I'll be home
in a little while.

All right, brilliant.
I'll see you then.
Okay.

Bye.
Bye.

That waiting room looks
like a ghost town in there.

It's a great job today.

Thank you.

And it was such
a pleasure.

Oh, I'm so glad you enjoyed it

because you'll be
doing it again tomorrow.

Good night, Abby.

Dr. Lockhart,

got a minute?

It's an all-day
bridge tournament.

You'll be bored
out of your mind.

Teach me to play.

I already have
a partner.

Yeah, but who's
better looking?

I'd say a toss up.

He is 78, very
distinguished

and he knows what
a shallot is.

What do you call
that thing?
(doorbell chimes)

It's an onion.
(laughs)

Aren't they the same?

No.

Morris!

Hey, look, now,
now I can "challa"

at you all through dinner.

Get it? Challa?
Ha, ha.

Hi.

Where's, uh,
Hope?

Oh, uh, she's not coming.

She's, she's sick.

Oh, that's
too bad.

(sighs)

Sick of me.

What?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Maybe I, maybe
I should go.

I don't want to burden
you with this.

Oh, no, no, no, don't
be silly. Stay.
Okay.

But I completely lost
my appetite, though.

I built a time machine
in my garage.

(horn blares)

I really plan on sticking
with women this time.

(horn blares)

What's the oldest guy
you've ever balled?

(horn blares)

I hear you'd never
date a cop.

How did...

I am going to kill
Chuny and Dawn.

(chuckling):
I like the new look.

Thanks.

Um...

So what's your beef?

We're Chicago's finest.

Uh, just in my line of work
I see you guys get hurt.

Shot and killed.

So you'd worry about me?

Yeah, I guess I would.

And I'd worry about you, too.

Really?

I see the people
that come into County.

Drunks,
the drug seekers.

It's a pretty dangerous place.

On second thought, maybe
I shouldn't date a nurse.

(laughs)

(horn blares)

You like Italian food?

I love it.

I know this great place
over on State.

My buddy owns it.

Hey, you're holding
everybody up.

Time to go.

Yes, it is.

(horn blares)

I think it's great
that she wants to go do

a medical mission
in Caracas.

I-I-I really do.

But, but, I have
a job, okay?

I-I have a life here.

You have any more
of this cake left?

She'll be back
before you know it.

I just can't help but
think that this trip

is just an elaborate
excuse to break up.

Have you ever considered
the possibility

that it's not
about you?

I mean, the long
distance thing

never ends well,
does it?

Morris, you're not listening.

This isn't about
your relationship.

It's about Hope
and doing something

that's important to her.

I mean, you gotta
respect that.
I do.

I do, but living
in a tent city

without running water

or a toilet is not
my idea of fun.

All right, I get it,
it's not your thing.

That's okay.
I know, but...

Look, just, just give her
some breathing room.

Hope is smart
and independent

and that's the reason
why you like her

in the first place, right?

But what if she
meets somebody else,

some hunky
humanitarian type?

You're just gonna
have to trust her.

Hey, Lucien, hey.

Um...

The police found a large
sum of money and a gun

in Carlos and Elena's
apartment.

Well, a lot of
people have guns.

Yeah, $1,830.

The exact amount stolen
from the mini-mart.

You think after years
of doing this

you start to get
a handle on people.

The reality is,
everybody lies

and manipulates
to get what they want.

I believed them, too.

Everybody.

It's sad.

Okay, I'll call
the police,

let them know somebody
found their bullet.

Hey, Lucien...

It was lodged into a crevice
in the anesthesia cart.

Strangest thing.

Night, Abby.

Good night.

He looks like a little boy
when he sleeps.

He's a cool kid.

The antibiotics seem
to be working.

You think he'll be
coming home soon?

(sighs)

Serena, there's something
I need to tell you.

What?

Joshua has a...

a neuromuscular
disease.

What?

It affects the nerves
in the brain

which allow him to
breathe and swallow...

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