All language subtitles for Do No Harm - Me Likey (S01E04)_track3_[eng]

- Previously
on Do No Harm...

- I live with
an alternate personality.

He comes at 8:25pm
and leaves at 8:25am.

- I think a lot
of strange things

Happen when you're around.

But one day, there are
gonna be consequences.

- People rely on you.
I've made allowances for you.

- Sorry, mom.
Rehab's just not for me.

- I don't have the new drug
yet, but I'm close.

- I don't want to
control him anymore.

I want to eliminate him.

He's gonna come for you,
Olivia.

And if I can find you,
so can he.

- Promise me you'll be good
for Julie, okay?

I miss you too, baby.

But I'll be back first thing
in the morning,

Before you even wake up.

Mommy's meeting an old friend.
[Knock at door]

I gotta go, little man,
but I love you lots, okay?

[Softly] Yeah, I love you.
Bye, baby. Bye.

- Olivia, get me
out of this chair.

Do you understand me?

I want you to untie me, Olivia.
Untie me right now!

- ¶ Earnest man,
you've been talkin' ¶

¶ Droppin' lines
hoping I'll bite ¶

¶ Earnest man,
you've been stalkin' ¶

¶ Feedin' lines
hoping I'd bite, I said ¶

¶ Ooh ooh,
I can go all night ¶

¶ Fisherman, you know where
to find me ¶

¶ Ooh ooh,
I can't hide ¶

¶ Fisherman, you know where
to find me ¶

¶ Earnest man,
you've been stalkin' ¶

¶ Droppin' your,
droppin' your lines ¶

- Lena.

Hi.
- Jason, hi.

- I stopped by your building.

Your doorman said
you were out here.

- Did he give you
my credit card info too?

- No, it's not his fault.

I was--I was very persistent.

You look really good
out there.

You know what you're doing.

- I was trying
to, uh, clear my head.

Is this about a patient?

- No, it's about this--

Skinny vanilla latte,
extra hot.

I didn't know about the rowing,
but I know you like this.

- Thank you.

I actually, uh--
I stopped drinking coffee.

I switched to green tea,
exercising more...

Getting rid of anything
unhealthy in my life.

- Sure. Well...

I figured
I at least owed you...

- Please don't say
you owe me an apology.

If you say "I'm sorry"
one more time--

- No, no, not an apology,
just an explanation, all right?

- You don't owe me
an explanation.

We're not dating.
We're--we're not anything.

- And that's my fault.

Look, there's someone
in my life

Who is complicating things
for me.

And right now I don't know
how to sever ties.

But if I did, if I could...

I would bring you green tea...

Every morning.

- Is there skim milk?

- Oh, yeah.
Extra hot.

- Let's go to work.

Dylan Sayer,
32-year-old male,

Attempted suicide by jumping
off of a building--

Shattered both legs,

Multiple rib fractures
and a depressed skull fracture.

- You start anticonvulsants?
- I did.

He should be fully loaded
in about two hours.

- Okay.
- Mrs. Sayer?

Hi, I'm Dr. Solis.

This is Dr. Cole.
Both: Hi.

- Your husband's stable.

And once we get him out
of surgery,

I think he should be fine.

I don't expect
any permanent damage.

- How could this happen?
Was he pushed?

Did he lose his balance?

I don't understand.

- Um, Mrs. Sayer,

Your husband tried
to kill himself.

- What?

- I'm so sorry.

I know this is hard.

- No.

- Witnesses say
they saw him standing alone.

He jumped.

- [Sighs]

No, this is all my fault.
- It's not your fault.

These things happen.
It's no one's fault.

- Your husband is
in excellent hands, Mrs. Sayer.

- [Cries softly]
This is all my fault.

- I'm gonna check in with--
- Jason!

- I'm sorry.
Would you excuse me one second?

- Mm, yeah, sure.

- Are you okay?
What are you doing here?

- We need to talk.

- Okay.

- We need to talk.
- Yeah, yeah.

Come on.

Ian found you?
- About a week ago.

- Olivia, why didn't you
come to me sooner?

- Well, I thought
I could handle it, handle him.

- No one can handle him!
We both know that!

[Scoffs]

I'm sorry.

Did he hurt you?

Are you okay?
- No, no.

I haven't even seen him.

There's been no direct contact,
which is even worse.

It's like he's playing
this twisted game.

He's dropping clues and trying
to insinuate himself

Back into my life.

I didn't want to come
to you with this,

But I need you to do something.

- I am.
I am doing something.

I just need you to be patient
and trust me, okay?

This doesn't happen overnight.

- Well, that is
not good enough.

I need you to lock him up,
starting tonight.

- I can't lock him up, Olivia.

He'll get out.
That's what he does.

If not tonight,
then next week or next month.

He'll start a war.
Do you understand?

- Yeah, well, I can't run
anymore, Jason!

- That's worse for you!

- I have built
a new life, okay?

It's a small one,
but it is all I have,

And I have got to keep it safe!

Just lock him up!

If he threatens me again,
I will not come back to you.

I will hurt him.

- Hurting him is hurting me.

- I know.

[Knock on glass]

[Door buzzes]

- Hi, Donna.

I need to reserve an isolation
room tonight at 8:00 P.M.

- Oh. Okay.
- Thanks.

- Mm-hmm.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Dr. Cole, this isn't
a restaurant.

Need a little more information
than that.

- Okay.

- How mentally unstable
is your patient?

Um, do they require a sitter?
Are they on antipsychotics?

- Uh, very, probably,
and, no, but he should be.

Look, do me this favor,

And I'll buy Tacconelli's pizza
for your entire staff...

For a month.

- Oh.

[Keys clacking]

Room 510.

- Thanks.

Dylan, hi.

It's Dr. Cole.

We're gonna take you
into surgery now, okay?

- I don't want to go.

- Well, you'll be able
to see your wife soon.

She's here.
You're gonna be okay.

- I don't want to be okay.

I wanted to die.

- Well, I'm really sorry, Dylan.
I just can't let that happen.

Let's trim the dural graft
to 7.5 centimeters.

- Yes, doctor.

[Monitor beeping steadily]

- Hey, Lena.

- Robert.

You didn't need to come down.

I just need
a suicide eval post-op.

- That's not a problem.

And it's "Rob," by the way.

I was "Robby"

Until my fourth-grade teacher
told me

I was too old for the "y."

- Oh.
[Laughs] Sorry.

- So, uh, will I be seeing you
at Dr. Young's

"Women Leading Medicine"
dinner tonight?

- Yes.
Unfortunately.

Yeah.
- What--

No love
for women leading medicine?

I mean, you are
a woman leading medicine.

- This is true.

No, I-I-I just don't like,

You know, getting dressed up
for bad buffet.

- Mm.

- And I'm scared
of shrimp cocktail.

- Well, maybe
we should brave it together.

Safety in numbers.

- Here you go, doctor.
- Thank you.

Dr. Young.

- Hey.

Thank you.

Walk with me, eh?
- Yeah.

- Um, I need a favor.

- I'm your man.

- I'm receiving
an award this evening...

- I heard about that.
Congratulations.

- Being honored as one

Of the distinguished women
leading medicine.

- Hey, you deserve it.

- Whatever.
- [Laughs]

- There would never be
a "Men Leading Medicine" award.

It'd just be an award, right?

- You're right, but any press
is good press, right?

- Right,
which brings me to my point.

I know you're
not available tonight,

So I wasn't
even gonna bother you,

But I need you to make
my introduction for the award.

- I don't understand.

- Well, my husband
was supposed to,

But he had to back out--

Last-minute endocrine conference
in Zurich.

- Well, I'd be honored
to write something.

- So you'll Google me
for the minutiae.

- Sure.
- And I'll see you tonight.

- Uh, yeah, Dr. Young,
I'm really sorry.

I mean, I--
what I meant was

I would be happy
to write something,

But I really--
I really can't be there.

I'm sorry. Maybe Dr. Jordan
could do it for you.

- If I wanted Jordan,
I'd ask for Jordan.

I'd ask Jordan himself.

I want you, my star surgeon...
- I understand.

- In person.
- I'm flattered, really.

And there's nothing I'd like
more than to help you out.

I just--I can't do it.

You know my nights
are impossible.

- Jason, I ask so little of you,
but give so much.

- Yes, you do.

- You have been given
privileges

That no other doctor
in this hospital,

I'd even say the country,
gets--

Nights off,

Fully funded research lab,
practically no oversight.

And I don't even blink an eye.

Generous, yes?
- Yes, very--beyond.

- Okay.
Then don't make me question

Whether the return
is worth the investment.

- Vanessa, please,
it's not that I don't want to.

You know I would--
- Black-tie, by the way.

- Do you really want
to beg someone

To present
your achievement award?

- [Scoffs]
I wasn't begging.

Jason has other obligations.

- More important
than this hospital,

More important than you?

- You do know how transparent
you are, don't you?

- Well, you think you need him,
but you don't.

That's all I'm saying.

[Woman speaking indistinctly
over PA]

- I'm screwed both ways.

If I don't lock Ian up,
then Olivia could get hurt.

And if I don't go
to this event tonight,

Then Dr. Young--

There's gonna be serious fallout
with her.

That means more scrutiny
on the lab, less privileges.

- Scrutiny we can't afford.

We're making
huge strides, Jason.

The last thing we need is
to be under a microscope,

Especially with what I need.

I need a sample
of Ian's spinal fluid.

We'll be able
to get more catecholamines,

Serotonin, dopamine levels,

Highlight how
your brain chemistry

Is altered
during transformations.

- No, wait a second.

You're not gonna be able
to get his spinal fluid

Without him knowing.
- Ian's not a neurosurgeon.

We'll outsmart him.
- Hey.

Don't ever underestimate him.

- All I'm saying is,

The sooner we get a fluid,
the sooner we find the cure.

And Olivia will never have
to worry again.

Jason...

Don't jeopardize the lab.

Don't lock him up tonight.

- Hello?
- Olivia, it's Jason.

Do you trust me?

- What?
- Do you trust me?

Ian...

I hate to ask this,

But I need you
to do something for me.

I need you to be me
for one night.

All you have to do
is give a speech.

If you can do that,
if you can help me,

I will give you Olivia.

[Classical music playing]

¶

[Rock music playing]

- ¶ I had a dream last night

¶ I was piloting a plane...

- Thank you.

¶ I'm running
out of water... ¶

- Ahh.
Hey, Uncle Pennybags.

Yo, slim.

You holding?

- Excuse me?
- Cigarettes.

You know, smokes--
you got any?

- I'm a pulmonologist.

- So you don't smoke?

Never mind.

Ah!

Hello, dearest.

You know, I'd happily agree
to your terms

And give your little speech
if I thought

You'd actually follow through
with them on your end.

But come on,
how stupid do you think I am?

There is no chance that
you're gonna give me Olivia.

And by now, you should know
how I feel about being lied to.

So you just wrote
a check that you can't cash.

But guess what.
I'm gonna make you pay anyway.

Ooh.

Who is that?

- Meet my daughter, Abby.
- Now, I'm no brain surgeon.

But that sure looks to me
like the boss's daughter.

Me likey.

¶ I hope we still have
a job tomorrow ¶

- Abby's on a Fulbright
in Europe...

- [Sighs]
- Genetics research.

- [Scoffs]
Mother, please stop bragging.

- I'm not bragging, dear.
I'm just proud.

- Oh, Abby,
let your mother brag.

- Dr. Jason Cole.
- Well, hello.

- You remember our CEO,
Dr. Stephen Leopold.

- Please, call me Stephen.

- My man. Good to see you.

- Uh, this is
my daughter, Abby.

- Hi, Abby.
- Hi.

- Boy, you sure look
like you could use a drink.

- Uh, no, actually,
she's fine.

Why don't you tell Stephen
about your recent work

With k-opioid receptor.

Dr. Cole has basically cracked
the addiction gene.

- Whoa. I'm sorry.
I just have to say something.

You have an amazing head
of hair.

Let me guess--

You're not just the president,
but you're also a client.

[Chuckles]
Is this thing on?

- Dr. Cole, there you are.

Will you excuse us
for a second?

- No?
- Snafu with the lab.

- Excuse me one second.

What are you doing,
and why are you touching me?

- Sorry, Jason,
but you told me

To come find you
as soon as I got here,

So we could go
over your speech.

- Well, do you always do
what I say?

- I'm just trying
to be helpful.

- Great.
Get me another drink.

- Dr. Cole...

Well, you actually showed up.

If I hadn't witnessed Young
forcing your hand,

I might believe
you were a team player.

- Being you seems exhausting.

- So...

Most likely to get drunk
and hit on an intern--

Vasilo from Cardiology

Or, um, Hanes
from Orthopedics?

- My money's on Hanes.

He has the tolerance
of a 12-year-old girl.

- [Laughs]
- Hey, foxy.

Want to play doctor?

- Jason, what
are you doing here?

- I was invited.

- No, I-I just meant

I'm not used to seeing you
at these events.

- I'm not used
to seeing so much of you...

Either.
[Murmurs approvingly]

- Lena, would you mind
giving us a minute?

- Gladly.

You know what?
I'm gonna go get us some drinks.

- Martini for me, please.
- Listen, Jason...

- I know what you're gonna say,
but before you do,

Will you grab one
of those chicken things for me?

You are catering this event,
aren't you?

- Wow. I knew you were cocky.
It comes with the territory.

I just didn't know
you were actually a dick.

- Ooh, I wonder if everyone here
loves me that much.

- Look, maybe you're tired,
had a long day in surgery.

But you're drunk
and out of line,

And Lena doesn't deserve it.

So sober up before you talk
to her again.

- You just told me what to do.

I don't like being told
what to do.

You know why?

It makes me crazy.
- Sorry. The line took forever.

Why do I always get stuck
behind the two girls

Ordering mojitos, right?

- Just what he needs,
more booze.

- Ahh. What is this?
This tastes like water.

Why does this taste like water?
- You need to hydrate.

Your speech--you know,
the one your job depends on--

Is in a half hour.
- Right.

Ooh.

- Don't even think about it.
That is Dr. Young's daughter.

- Well, it's good to know
she'll age well,

Not that I plan
on sticking around.

- You're drunker
than I thought.

- And you're smaller
than I thought.

- Why are you looking
at me like that?

[Bucket clatters]

- [Bangs on door]
Jason!

Doorknob.

- [Sniffs]
ooh.

[Sniffing]

Ahh.

- Doing blow at your mommy's
lady-doctor dinner...

[Clicking tongue]

Personally,
I admire a woman

With a deep appreciation
for all things Colombian.

But how can I not narc you out
right now?

- Don't say anything.

Not for my sake, but for hers.

It'll ruin her big night.

- Well, that's gonna depend.

- On what?

- On whether or not you share.

[The Black Keys'
Gold On The Ceiling]

¶

[Chuckles]

[Both laughing]

[Chuckles]

You got it on your mouth.

¶

- ¶ Down in the waves

¶ She screams again

¶ Roar at the door

¶ My mind can't take
much more ¶

- [Chuckles]

- ¶ I could never drown in

¶

¶ They want to get my...

¶

¶ They want to get my...

¶

- You're way too cool
to be a neurosurgeon.

- Don't I know it.

- [Chuckles] I guess people
are never what they seem.

- You have no idea.

- I mean, look at my mom.

She's so busy bragging

About this perfect family
of hers that doesn't exist.

- Whoa, doll,
why don't we not talk

About your mom right now?

Why don't we not talk at all?

- Yeah, well...

My mom and dad have not lived
in the same house

In over a year.

- Is that right?

- No, he's not in Zurich.

He just bailed on her tonight
because he wanted to hurt her,

Because nothing matters more
to my mother...

Than keeping up appearances,

Especially mine.

- Yeah, listen, sweetheart,
I don't really do tears.

So here we are--we're high.
Let's just relax, enjoy.

- [Whimpering]
I'm sorry.

She's just so frustrating.

- [Sighs]

- It's like everything has
to be her way.

I even went into medicine
because she wanted me to.

- Jason, there you are.

I've been looking
all over for you.

- Hey, I am really happy
to see you.

- You're supposed
to be onstage right now.

It's time for your speech.
- Right, my speech.

- Get dressed.
I'll stall.

- Go. Stall.

Listen,
I-I got to get out there.

Got a big speech.

Let me grab your panties.

Got your shoes?

- Yeah.

- How's my tie?

- Straighten it up a bit.

- The cards are
in your jacket pocket.

- Careful with that.

Watch out for that.
[Clicks tongue]

Hi, guys.
Good evening.

How are we all doing tonight?

Welcome to
"Women Leading Medicine."

I'm supposed
to come up here and...

Basically toot
Dr. Young's horn.

But now that I'm up here,
I've been thinking about it.

I'm not really feeling it.

No, which is a shame too,

'cause I had
the whole thing typed out.

Can you believe that?

[Laughs]
Hang on to those, will you?

[Faint murmuring]

You see, it's about
to get crazy in here.

I'm gonna go
completely off-book

And tell you a little secret.

I'm not really Dr. Jason Cole.

- That's right.
I'm not really Dr. Jason Cole.

[Gasps sarcastically]

I know what you're thinking.

"Sure you are Jason Cole."

"You're a surgeon at I.M.H."

"You believe
in principles and morals

and values."

"You believe
in sympathy and understanding,

that they outweigh
the surgeon's knife."

"That you're more hippocratic
than hypocrite."

But here's the thing.

I am really not the man
that you think I am.

I...

In fact...

Well, none of us are
who we think we are, right?

Not our doctors, our nurses,
our smoking-hot candy stripers.

That's right--
I'm looking at you, ladies.

At I.M.H.,
none of that matters.

What matters at I.M.H.
is something better,

That the whole is greater
than the sum of its parts.

And for that, we have one
very special lady to thank--

Dr. Vanessa Young.

Huh?

That's right.

[Applause]

Now...

Tonight I had
the very special privilege

Of meeting
Dr. Young's daughter--lovely.

She speaks passionately
about her mom.

It was a no-brainer

Following
in her mom's footsteps.

Her mother pushed her
to succeed in medicine.

And that's what
I'm talking about.

That's what separates
Vanessa Young

From all the other doctors
out there--that tenacity.

Whether it's a patient
who needs a test approved

Or whether it's a doctor

Who needs to find
some super hard-to-find

Doctor-y thing,

That's the woman
that I want in my corner!

Can I get a witness?

[Cheers and applause]

That's right.

Right?

[Cheers and applause
grow louder]

So...

Here's the thing.

At the end of the day,
what have we got?

An overachieving,
workaholic, role-model MILF

Who happens
to sign my checks.

So, outside of martinis,
Ducatis,

And the occasional lap dance,

That might be
the greatest gift in my life.

So what do you say,
ladies and gentlemen?

Why don't we put
our hands together

For the woman behind the curtain
at I.M.H.,

The Queen
of the Thunderdome herself,

2013's Women Leading Medicine
recipient...

[Imitating boxing announcer]
Dr. Vanessa Young?

- That was brilliant...
- Mm-hmm.

- Absolutely brilliant.

- Oh.
[Chuckles]

You are so lucky they're drunk
and in the mood to laugh

And even luckier
that I'm a good sport.

Next time stick to the cards.

- Will do.

- Thank you.

Thank you all so much.

Thank you, Dr. Cole,

For so generously
being here tonight

And keeping us all
on the edges of our seats

With that thrilling speech.
Heh!

I am so, so honored.

I would not be standing
up before you now...

[Speech continues
indistinctly]

- Olivia!

Olivia!

[Car horn honking]

Olivia!

Why are you running?

- I only came to show you
that Jason meant what he said.

You did your part.
Now Jason will do his.

Meet me tomorrow night
at the Woolrich Hotel.

Go, please!

- I can't believe
you're doing this for him.

- I'm not doing this for him.
I'm doing this for me.

- Olivia.

Olivia!

Olivia!

- I had to promise
the bartender free therapy

To crack open the good stuff.

- Thanks.

- You okay?

- Yes. Yeah.

- I guess I should be honest.

I've been trying hard
to ignore the fact

That you've been staring
at Jason all night.

I didn't think his offer
to play doctor

Was a very good pickup line,
but...

- Rob, I'm--I'm sorry
if I've been rude.

- You haven't.

It's just...

I like you, Lena.

I have for a while now.

In fact, the nurses
on the fifth floor

Have been pushing me

To ask you out
for, uh, months, but...

- And it took

The Women Leading Medicine
dinner to get you to do it?

- Some people are
worth the wait.

- I'll have a single malt...

Neat.

Uh, actually,
make that a double.

- Oh, my god!

Dr. Young!

Dr. Young!

- Excuse me.

Excuse me, please.

Abby! Abby!

Abby!

- Here we go.
Let's get her into bed one.

Abby, I want you
to concentrate on my voice.

Just breathe slowly,
in and out.

There you go.

All right, let's get her up.

One, two, three.

Okay, Abby,
everything's gonna be all right.

- Get me two large-bore I.V.S.

- Blood pressure--
124/86.

- Pupils--
equal, round, and reactive.

- DTR is intact.
- She's tachy--103.

- Give me a rhythm strip
along with that EKG.

- Nurse, get that tox screen
over here!

[Monitor beeps rapidly]
- Left arm flaccid--paralysis.

Abby, it looks like
you're having a stroke.

- Oh, my god.

- Kidney and liver functions--
normal.

Tox screen is positive
for cocaine.

[Monitor beeping]
- I knew it.

- Blood pressure's spiking.
- Stroke's converting.

- All right, let's package
her up, roll her into the O.R.

We'll get that artery open.
- We should call Jason.

- Listen to me--Jason
is in no condition to operate.

- Vanessa, I'm here. I'm gonna
take care of your daughter.

Let's see the angiogram again.

- On the monitor.
- MCA spasm just passed

The lateral
lenticulostriate arteries.

Can you get in there?

- Walk in the park.

Advancing catheter

Through the femoral artery
into the descending aorta.

Starting
calcium antagonist infusion.

Laminar blood flow restored.

Good perfusion.

She's gonna be okay, Vanessa.
- [Sighs with relief]

- [Gasps, exhaling sharply]

- Hi, you've missed me.

Leave a message
and I'll call you back.

- Olivia, it's Jason.
Call me back.

I need to know
what happened last night.

Call me back, please.

Hi. Where the hell
were you?

I tried calling you,
like, 20 times.

- Yeah, Ian threw my phone
in the toilet.

He's charming.
- Oh, g--

Please tell me
I still have a job.

What happened?
- He gave the speech.

He got a standing ovation.

I thought we were in the clear,
but it got complicated.

- What do you mean
it got complicated?

- Dr. Young's daughter O.D.'d.
She's in I.C.U.

- Oh, my god.
- Dr. Jordan performed sur--

Jason, wait!

[Elevator bell dings]

[Woman speaking indistinctly
over PA]

- Hey, we need to talk.

- Yeah, I'm sorry.
I can't talk.

I got to check
on Dr. Young's daughter.

- She's stable.
B.P.'s well controlled.

Contrary
to what you might think,

The hospital still runs
when you're not here.

- Well, what was it--
am embolic stroke?

- Hey, you know
why she stroked.

I saw the two of you
sneaking out of that gallery,

You know,
right before she O.D.'d.

- Look--

- Tell Young about your part
in this, or I will.

[Woman speaking indistinctly
over PA]

[Monitor beeping]

- Vanessa...

How's she doing?

- She's stable.

Ken saved her.

- I'm so sorry.
I...

Should have been there.

- So should I.

- Last night I, um...

I did something
I'm very ashamed of, and--

- You have nothing
to be ashamed of.

Everything you said was true.

- No, no.
I-I'm talking about Abby.

- So am I.

[Knock on door]

- Sorry to interrupt.
Dylan Sayer's awake.

- Thanks.

Vanessa, listen...

- Go.

[Door closes]

- Hey, Lena.

- I've got a page.
- Hey, listen...

Last night,
if I said or did anything

That was inappropriate...

- Oh, you said and did plenty.

You were rude.

You were drunk
and a complete, utter ass.

- Well,
I-I wasn't exactly myself.

- Let me guess--
it was complicated.

- Yeah, it is complicated.

- It's because
of that other woman, right?

You know,
tall, blond, beautiful.

- No.

- She is the one
you were talking about, right?

- No, no, that's...

That's Olivia.

We used to be engaged
a very long time ago.

- And what happened?

- Well, I messed it up,
as I usually do.

- That's funny, Jason.

I went with Rob last night
just to distract myself.

I never--I never expected
to like him so much...

You know, that things could
just be easy.

- Well, he--
he's a great guy.

You deserve that.

- I do.

And you deserve
to have things be a little--

A little less complicated.
- Yeah.

- I hope you get that.

I do.
[Elevator bell dings]

- Okay.

I'll see you.

Hey, Dylan,
how you feeling?

Well, your cranial pressure
looks good,

And your shunt's working fine,

So we should have you out
of the hospital in a few days.

But I really want you

To continue
seeing Dr. Harris, okay?

It's very important that--
- Why did you save me?

- Because it's my job.

Look, I know you don't feel
this way right now.

But your life is
very much worth living.

I want you to know that.

- My son died...

Car accident.

My wife was visiting her folks
in Denver,

And I was supposed to drive Ben
to soccer, but then I, uh...

I got stuck at the office,
like I did a thousand times.

And, uh...
I never saw him again.

My wife blamed me,

And I blamed me,
and I just wanted it to end.

- I understand exactly
what you're going through.

- No, you don't...

Not unless you hated yourself
so much,

You jumped off a building.

- Well, I didn't jump off
a building,

But I took pills...

A whole bottle of them,

When I was 19 years old.

I hated a part of myself
that much.

- What happened?

- Well, just as everything
was fading away, I, uh...

I realized
I couldn't go through with it.

- Why?

- Because the part of me
that drove me

To take those pills...

I couldn't let
that part of me win.

You see, as long
as I was alive...

I was gonna keep fighting.

- Promise me you'll be good
for Julie, okay?

I miss you too, baby.

[Elevator bell dings]

Mommy's meeting an old friend.

I gotta go, little man,
but I love you lots, okay?

[Softly] Yeah, I love you.
Bye, baby. Bye.

- Let's kill Ian Price.

- I've numbed
the back of my neck

With an anesthetic, so Ian
shouldn't feel a thing, okay?

And this
has been pre-rigged

To withdraw 3 CCs
of spinal fluid.

Now, all you've got to do--
hold that--

Is line it up with the "X"
on the back of my neck.

You see that?
- Uh, yeah.

- Okay, it's easy.

You can do this, all right?

You're an artist.
You've got a steady hand.

- And we--we can't do this
when he's unconscious--

Just--just knock him out
or something?

- I wish we could,
but I need a biochemical profile

Of his conscious
neurological state.

I'm sorry. You're the only
person that can get close enough

Without arousing suspicion.

But if you don't want
to do this,

If you're having
second thoughts,

We'll think
about something else.

- No, I don't want
a temporary fix

And neither do you.

If I do this,
we get rid of Ian for good?

- For good.

You get to move on
with your life.

You said you were living
with someone, right?

It's going well?
Is he good to you?

- It's perfect.

You'd actually like him a lot.

- I'm sure.

- I'm doing this for him.

Let's do this.
- Okay.

It's 8:24, so you might want
to hurry.

- Yeah, okay.

- Hey.
- Hmm?

- You okay?

- Not really.
You?

- Not really.
No.

[Shuddering]

- Hello, Ian.

- I didn't realize
our little chitchat

Would include bondage.

- It's a precaution.

- Is it?

Why don't you loosen
these ropes?

It's no fun
if it leaves a mark.

- If you want to talk,
then we do it like this.

- You lied to me.

Olivia, you should know
how I feel about being lied to.

Now get me out of this chair.
- I'm not gonna untie you.

- I was promised something,
and this wasn't it.

- If you want to talk,
then we do it like this.

- Was this the plan--
you and Jason?

- It's got nothing
to do with Jason.

- This is what you decided
behind my back?

The two of you plotting
behind my back?

- Just calm down.
- Was that the plan, Olivia?

Just you and Jason
behind my back?

Let me out of this chair,
Olivia!

Untie me right now!

- [Breathing heavily]

[Grunts]

- Oh!

Holy mother,
that hurt like hell.

I think you missed
your calling, slugger.

- Don't you know
how scared I am?

- You don't have to be afraid.

- Why wouldn't I be afraid?
- Okay.

We'll do this your way.

Whatever you need to feel safe,
in control.

- I am in control.
- Are you?

A bat and some rope
doesn't give you control.

- Stop talking.

- I know why
I'm really here, Olivia.

You miss me.

- Oh, this is--

- It's okay.
I missed you too.

I've been trying
to tell you that.

- By stalking me
and scaring my kid?

- Cole's not scared of me.

Matter of fact,
he's crazy about me.

You know why?

Little boys
love their fathers.

- Cole is not yours.
- Really?

Then why haven't you told Jason
about him?

Must be some reason.

Don't worry.

I haven't told him either.

See, that was the thing,
isn't it?

The problem was never us,
was it?

It was always Jason sticking
his nose where it didn't belong,

Trying to keep us apart.

Olivia...

I loved you first.

- Stop it.

- I know that
you've been thinking about me,

Dreaming about me.
- Stop it.

- I know
exactly what it feels like

To dream about someone
that you can never have...

To miss someone so much
that you...

Create them in the dark--
their skin, their smell.

- Stop it.

- Being locked up
for five years was hell.

But the worst part...

Was being away from you.

I love you, Olivia.

Look at me.

Olivia...

Look at me.

Come here.

I love you.

I always have.

You love me too.

Say it.

You don't have
to be afraid of me.

- I'm not afraid of you.

I'm afraid of myself
when I'm around you.

I can't be that person again.

Don't you understand that?

[Whimpers]
Good-bye, Ian.

- Olivia.

Olivia.

[Gasps, exhales sharply]

[Door opens, closes]

- Morning.

- Ruben, where's Olivia?

- I don't know.

- What?
Well, did she--

- She didn't get it.

- [Sighs]

- Where are we going, mommy?

- Somewhere safe.

Come on.