All language subtitles for Do No Harm - This Is How It Ends (S01E13)_track3_[eng]

- Previously
on Do No Harm...

So have a drink with me.

- What am I supposed
to drink to?

- Survival.

Mine.

- It's a solitary lesion.
- It's a tumor.

Tomorrow, in the O.R.,
instead of taking out the tumor

I don't have,
you are gonna place this chip,

Keep Ian from coming,
hopefully for good.

- My full team is flying in.

- It would be an honor
to be your first in the O.R.

- My old hospital is looking
for a chief of neurosurgery.

- Twin Cities Memorial?

- This is the opportunity
of a lifetime.

- Unfortunately, we just
don't have an opening right now.

- What about
the department chair?

- That position's filled.

We're just finishing up
the paperwork.

Charmelo knew that.

- We're operating today
on Jason Cole

To place a neurotransmitter
in his brain.

Once implanted, this chip
will block the pathway

To an aberrant
personality disorder.

- Where is the tumor?

I.P.?

- You ready, my friend?

- Yeah.

- Ian Price.

[Laughter]

- Look, there he is.
- Oh, such a big boy.

- Happy birthday, kiddo.

- Are you having a good time?

- Where's Jason?

Ian, hey.

- Jason, can you hear me?

Jason?

Evidently, the blackout drug
you took for the past five years

Increased your tolerance
to anesthesia.

We're working on a new cocktail
of anesthetics

Strong enough
to knock you out

Without hopefully
stopping your heart.

- Great.

- Jason, nod
if you can understand me.

- Twins.

Ian and I, I saw it.

- It was just a dream,
Jason.

Anesthesia will do that.

- No, it felt real.
- Oh, come on.

You're not the first patient
to hallucinate during surgery.

- Help me up.

- Lie back down, Jason.

- Phil,
what if it's a memory?

- You're not making any sense.

If you'd had a brother,
you'd know it.

Think about it.

Dreams are a reflection
of your conscious reality.

You're finally getting rid
of Ian, so, naturally,

That's what you dream about.

- I don't know.

- Lars, how are we doing
on that anesthesia?

- We're close.
About ten minutes.

- So, once Ian comes back,
the surgery is off.

The chip can only be implanted
on your time, not his.

- I just wish I had more time.
- Well, there isn't.

What do you want to do,
Jason?

You want to talk
about your dreams

Or cut out Ian Price?

- Yeah,
let's get it over with.

- Easy.

- [Sighs]

- I'm sorry, but Dr. Young's
in a meeting.

- I don't care.

Vanessa, I need your help.

- This is not a good time.

- No, I need you to look
at these MRIs.

There's multiple
discrepancies.

There's irregularities--
- I said not now.

- Jason doesn't have
a brain tumor.

- I was in the room.
I saw the MRI.

I assure you he does.
- His scans are clean.

- You're saying I imagined
the tumor that I saw

And that Dr. Jordan
imagined it also?

- There's nothing there,
Vanessa.

- Are you saying that
Dr. Charmelo imagined it too?

- Jason does not need
this surgery.

He knows it,
and Charmelo knows it.

- Charmelo's doing everything
he can to help Jason.

Everybody's doing everything
they can to help Jason.

I suggest you do the same.

I'm sorry, detective.
Please continue.

- Were you aware Dr. Marcado
travelled to Jamaica

On the 5th of this month?

- No, I wasn't.

- But he is employed here?
- Technically.

Currently he's suspended
and under review.

- Well, Dr. Marcado
never checked into his hotel.

His luggage went unclaimed
for over a week.

He hasn't been in contact
with friends and family,

So they opened
a missing persons case.

- I had no idea.
- Dr. Marcado's

Cell phone records
indicate another employee

At this hospital
called him 12 times

The day he disappeared.

- And who was that?

- A Jason Cole.

Do you know
where I can find him?

- Hey, where's
Dr. Cole's surgery?

- O.R. 6.

- Charge nurse.
- Hi. This is Dr. Solis.

I need security to unlock
the observation room to O.R. 6.

- That observation room
is off-limits.

- You've got to be kidding me.

Hi, Dr. Lena Solis.
I need in.

- Sorry,
I'm under strict orders.

No one goes in.

- Well, I'm Dr. Cole's
neurologist.

- Dr. Charmelo said no one.

- Then I'm going to need him
to step out and speak with me.

It's urgent.
- If you'd like to speak

With Dr. Charmelo,
you'll have to wait

Until the surgery is over.
[Phone rings]

- Hey, Ken, can I, uh,
can I call you right back?

- It was a lie, all of it.

They just wanted me
out of their O.R.

- What are you talking about?

- The neurosurgery job here
was filled a week ago.

Charmelo knew that.

He just wanted to keep me away
from Jason's surgery.

I mean, how incompetent
does he think I am?

- No, Charmelo's
locking us all out.

- Why?
- I don't know.

Listen to this,
I got my hands on Jason's MRIs,

His actual MRIs,
and it wasn't

What you and Vanessa
were looking at.

- What?

- They're clear.

There's no tumor.

- Wait, are you sure?
- I'm positive.

And there's more.

Okay, one set of the MRIs
was labeled "J.C."

And the other set
was labeled "I.P."

- Ian Price?

- Who else could it be?
- Lena...

If Charmelo's
not removing a tumor in there,

Then what is he doing?
- I don't know,

But I have to stop this.

- Anesthesia report.

- Peripheral and central IVs,

Two units,
typed and crossed.

Warmer in place.
- Start the ketamine drip.

This new anesthetic cocktail
would knock out secretariat.

- Hmm.
- I hope you're ready.

- I'm ready.

- You know the drill.

- [Muffled]
Ten, nine, eight,

Seven, six....

- Which one do you want?

- Mom said we have
to clean up first.

- Jason, it's our birthday.

These are our presents.

Awesome.
- Gross.

- If you don't want it,
I'll take it.

- What will you trade me?

- Oh, take this.

- Really?

- It looks boring.

- Ian, be careful.
- I got it.

See?

[Vase shatters]

- Boys, what happened?

- What do we do?

- What--

[Sighs]
My mother's vase.

- It was an accident.

- Who did this?

- Mom, please don't get mad.

- Who did this?
- I did.

- Jason, you're lying.
- No, I'm not.

- You know the rules
about lying.

- I did it.
I swear.

- Stop covering for him.

- Stop, you're hurting me.

- I am sick of you
always covering for him!

[Gasps]

- Don't hurt my brother.

[Vase crashes]

[Alarm wails]

- Secure doorways.

Stand by for report.

- Evac all O.R. suites
to post-op.

- Hey, Garrity, how are we doing
with that annunciator panel?

- We're showing a water flow
alarm on the fourth floor.

- What the hell's going on?

- We show
two pulled fire alarms,

O.R. 6 and the west hallway.

- Where's the fire?

- That's what
we're trying to figure out.

- Sir, there are 70 patients
on this floor.

Have you any idea
how long this is gonna take?

- We're working
as fast as we can.

[Rock music]

♪

[Alarm wails]

- The surgery's
been put on hold.

You're perfectly safe.

Door.

- Come this way.
- Where's the fire, Vanessa?

- It was a false alarm.

Only the neuro suites
were affected.

- Affected?

The damn sprinklers went off.

The O.R. Is contaminated.

- We'll sterilize it.

- In 24 hours?

Jason doesn't have
that kind of time.

- Well, it will be
our first priority.

- That's not good enough.

This surgery
is going forward today,

Which means we restart
in one hour.

- All right.

Okay, listen, now,
we have some--

We have some O.R.s
up on the sixth floor.

We don't usually
do neurosurg there,

But they just might work.

- I need to see them.

- Lisa, would you please

Show Dr. Charmelo
to the O.B. surgery suite?

- Yes, doctor.
- Some hospital you run here.

- All available
emergency transport teams

Please report
to staging area alpha.

All available
emergency transport teams

Please report
to staging area alpha.

- Hi.

I'm Ken Jordan.

I'm the new chief
of neurosurgery here.

I just wanted
to introduce myself.

- Joanna.

I heard they
just hired someone,

But I never meet
the higher-ups.

- Aw, that's a shame.

I bet you get stuck down here

With the interns
who have no idea

What they're looking at?

- You got that right.

- Well, Joanna, I'm wondering
if you could help me out.

I'm trying to get a jump
on a few things

Before I start next week.

I need to take a look
at the file of a former patient.

- Of course.

Have you been issued a T.C.M.
security clearance card?

- H.R. was my next stop.

I was hoping
I could read the file

While they make me wait an hour
to take my picture.

- An hour?
Try three.

- Well, see, I should have
interviewed with you

To get the real scoop
on this place.

- Well, you're stuck here now.
- Yes, I definitely am.

Uh, so what do you think?
Can you help me out?

- What's
the patient's name again?

- Ian Price.

- Okay, everyone,
it's safe.

You can go back
to your rooms.

Family members, please return
to the waiting room.

It's fine.

It's just a false alarm.

- Dr. Young!

Dr. Young,
where's Dr. Cole?

Is he okay?
Is he alive?

- He's fine.
He's fine.

He's just sleeping it off while
they're prepping a new O.R.

- Is there anything I can do.
Anything?

- Yes, as a matter of fact,
there is.

- Anything.

- It seems
that Dr. Marcado's family

Has filed
a missing persons report.

- Why?
He's just on vacation.

- Well, he never got
to where he was going.

- Oh, my god.
Is he--

- Missing.
That's what we know.

We know he's missing.

That and that Jason
was the last person

To have contact with him.

- Jason?
- Jason is sick.

And we all know
of his recent behavior,

Especially towards
Dr. Marcado.

- No, no, there is no way
that Dr. Cole had anything to do

With Ruben going missing.

- Yeah, well,
the police are not convinced.

- Well, I am!
- Good.

Because Jason's in no shape
to defend himself

And he won't be
for quite some time.

Listen, Josh, I need you
to find something

That puts him as far
from Ruben Marcado as possible.

- I will.

I won't stop until Dr. Cole
is completely exonerated.

- Well, he hasn't
been convicted yet.

- Well, I'll acquit him of any
suspicion, disprove any motive.

- Josh.

- I'm on it.
- Thank you.

- You hungry?

- Thanks.

- How much longer is mom going
to keep you locked up in here?

- I don't know.

But I will get even with her.
Watch me.

- Ian, you can't
keep doing these things.

- What things?

- Hurting people.

- I wasn't hurting mom.

I was protecting you.

- Still.

- As long as we stick together,
no one can ever hurt us.

- Together forever.

- Together forever.

- We're moving up
to the sixth floor.

It's going to be
a very tight squeeze up there.

We need to find room for our
intraoperative E.E.G.,

A plasma screen for radiology,
and the extra anesthesia.

- I'm on it.

- You'll need to pack up
a full neurosurg kit.

They've got nothing up there.
- Yes, doctor.

- Oh, and people,
hustle it up.

I start to scrub
in two minutes.

Jason?

- Lena, is it over?

- The surgery?

Yeah, for good.

I saw your scans.

- Oh, Lena.

- There's no tumor,
but I'm guessing

You already knew that.

- Lena.

No, that's it, no more lies.

- Jason, there is no surgery
unless you tell me

Why you faked a tumor,
why there's a guard

Outside of your O.R.,

And who in the hell
is Ian Price?

The truth, Jason, all of it,
or there's no surgery.

- I want each of you
to take a different wing

In the hospital.

Somebody moved Jason
out of the post-op,

But they can't have
taken him far.

- Take that hallway.

- He won't be Jason
for long,

And we're running out
of time.

- You wouldn't believe me
if I told you,

So I'll have to show you.

- Start at the beginning.

- I don't remember
the beginning.

My childhood is a blank.

- Then start
with what you remember.

- Okay.

I was ten years old.

It was night.

I was in my room
doing homework,

And then, suddenly, I was
standing outside in the woods.

And then it happened again
a couple of weeks later,

At exactly the same time,
8:25 P.M.

At first, I'd black out
for ten minutes,

And then it was 1/2 hour,
and then an hour,

And slowly, over time,
it was half of my life.

I'd wake up
in different places,

With different people,
having done terrible things.

One morning I woke up
and there was a message

Written on the mirror.

"Let me introduce myself."
it was signed--

- Ian Price.

- Yeah, Ian Price.

Lena, this surgery,
it's all I've got.

It's my only shot at a cure.

- I want to believe you,
Jason, I do.

But what you're describing,
it doesn't exist.

- Lena, when I transition,
you'll see.

An entirely different set
of neural pathways

Will light up.

My brain patterns
will shift completely,

And you'll see it.

You'll have your proof,
and once you do,

I need you to call
Dr. Charmelo immediately.

He'll know what to do.
- Okay.

- And, Lena,
no matter what I say,

No matter what Ian says,

Promise me you
will not come in this room.

- I promise.
- Okay.

And, Lena...

- I'm watching.

- I just--
I wanted to--

- Jason?

- [Groans]

- Jason?
- [Groans]

- Jason?

- [Grunting]

- Oh, my god.

Are you okay?

Jason, tell me you're okay.

Can you hear me?

Jason?

- Guess again.

Lena, is that you?

Well, I got to be honest,
I was hoping for something

A little more sandy beach vibe,
but here we are.

I guess the cat's
out of the bag now, huh, Lena?

Well, why don't you
come on in here,

Give the cat a scratch.

Come on, I'll let you
scratch my back

Like I scratched yours
at that motel room.

You remember that,
don't you?

Ooh, what a night that was.

You know, I'm willing to bet
that you still have an itch

That needs to be scratched.

Lena?

Lena...

- Thomas Cole
and Evelyn Price?

- It was you, wasn't it?

All those times.

It's always been you.

- Only when you
were having fun.

When you were bored out
of your mind, that was Jason.

- At the motel room,
late at night at the hospital.

- Yeah, I guess I should
properly introduce myself, huh?

- Ian Price.
- Ooh, a believer.

- I'm getting there.
- You look scared.

- You're not helping.
- What's the deal, Lena?

You want to get a good look at
the biggest freak in the circus

Before he leaves town
for good?

- I just needed
to see it for myself.

- I see.

So the doctor in you
wanted to make sure I was real

Before you kill me,
is that it?

So much for do no harm,
huh?

It's okay.

Take a look.

I'm flesh and blood,
just like him.

One body, two minds,
two lives.

- I didn't think
it was possible.

- Well, now you know.
- Yeah.

- Don't let them kill me,
Lena.

I am just as real as he is.
- Are you?

- I have a son.

I have a woman that I love.

So, yes.

- You'll say anything,
won't you?

- Let me ask you this,

If killing me
is the right thing to do,

Why keep it a secret
from everyone,

Especially you?

I'd like your professional
diagnosis here, doc.

Am I some disease
that needs to be cut out?

Some cancer?
A tumor?

- I don't know what you are.

- Who are you to judge?

Who are any of you to decide
who lives and who dies?

They are gonna kill me,
Lena.

Please,
don't let them kill me.

- I'm sorry, Ian.

[Gasps]

- Get me out of this!

Let me out of here
right now!

Get me out of here!

Right now!

[Groans]

- It keeps getting worse,
the older he gets.

I'm scared of him,
my own son.

He's violent,
angry, destructive.

My husband
couldn't take it anymore.

He just left.

I'm on my own now, and I can't
live like this anymore.

I lock my bedroom door
at night.

I'm scared to close my eyes.

I told you what he did
to my arm,

Completely unprovoked.

I was thinking about
sending him away,

Until I read about you.

- Well, reform school
is an option,

But what I do
has a more lasting effect.

It's targeted and permanent.

With surgery, we can alter
impulse control, memory,

His personality.

- And you guarantee
Ian will be different?

- I promise you I won't rest
until your son is cured,

No matter how long it takes.

- I am so grateful to you,
Dr. Charmelo.

[Elevator bell dings]

- Where is he?

- Jason told me to call you,
so I did.

- I don't know what the hell
you're up to, but you are way--

- Listen to me,
I know everything.

The fake cancer,
the doctored MRIs, Ian Price.

Don't worry.
I'm not gonna tell anybody.

I'm on your side.

- I don't give a damn
who you tell.

Where is Ian now?

- He's asleep
in a patient room.

- Which one?
- He's safe.

- What's that supposed
to mean?

- It means I sedated him
with haloperidol.

- Haloperidol
is never gonna work.

- Well, I gave him
over ten milligrams.

- He's built up a resistance
to anesthetics.

It wouldn't matter
how much you gave him.

Now, you listen to me.

You have no idea
who you're dealing with.

- Paging Dr. Charmelo.

Paging Dr. Charmelo.

[Phone rings]

- Hello.

- Dr. Young,
it's Josh Stern.

I'm so sorry
to be calling this late.

- No, it's okay.

I'm--I'm--I'm awake.

- You know, maybe
we should wait until tomorrow,

UntilDdr. Cole's
out of surgery

And he can explain this
himself.

- Explain what?

- You want what's best
for Dr. Cole, right?

- I do.

- And if he were
in some kind of trouble,

You'd want
to protect him, right?

- What did you find, Josh?

- Dr. Cole was on
Ruben's flight to Jamaica.

He used his credit card
on the plane.

I didn't know anything
about the flight,

I didn't book it.

And he was back at work
the next day.

I didn't even realize
he was gone.

No one did.

- Well, I'm glad
you called me.

- I'm not.
- No, you did the right thing.

- You'll protect him, won't you?
- Of course.

- Thank you.

- Yes, Detective Carson,
please.

This is Dr. Vanessa Young
speaking.

- Hello, Ian.

I'm Dr. Charmelo.

- I figured.

- You don't remember me,
do you?

- Should I?

- Oh, we've been acquainted
for a long, long time.

- I'm sorry, doc,
I'm going to have to cut

Our reunion
a little short.

- I think you'll want to hear
what I have to say.

- Well, I'm not
a very good listener.

- Oh, you'll want
to hear this,

Trust me.

[Knocks on door]

- What do you want?
- Are you Evelyn Price?

- Who are you?

- I'm Ken Jordan.
I'm a doctor.

Wait, wait, wait, please.
It's about Ian Price.

- What about him?

- You know him?
- Um--

- My file has this listed
as his last residence.

It says he lived here
with his parents,

A Thomas Cole
and an Evelyn Price.

- Oh, oh, they lived here
a long time ago.

I don't know
where they are now.

- Well, do you recall
if they had a son?

- He died.

- Oh.

Was his name Ian?

- Um, I don't remember.

That's all I remember.

- What about
the name Jason Cole?

- I don't recall.

Good-bye, doctor.

- [Groans]

Philip, what happened?
- It's okay.

Everybody's safe.
- Lena?

- Including her, though that
wasn't your brightest idea.

- Ian, did he get out?
- Yeah.

It's okay.
I know how to handle him.

- What did you do?

- He just needed
a good talking to.

I'll let you two catch up.

- You're back.
- I'm back.

You believe me?

- Ian was everything
you said he'd be,

And a little more.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

I'm better than okay.

I understand, finally.

- Wait.

Do that again.

I just need to make sure
that was real.

- O.R.'s prepped.

I'll come and find you
when we're finished.

- I'd like her there,
Philip.

- Okay, then away we go.

- [Sighs deeply]

[Intercom chatter]

- Philip, that looks like
an old surgical scar,

Doesn't it?

- Yes, it does.

- Jason never mentioned
a previous surgery to me.

- Is that so?

[Indistinct chatter]

- Scalpel.

[Thunder rumbles]

- Nasty looking cut.

Hey, buddy.

- [Grunts]

- Oh, you have no idea
how long I've waited to do that.

This is for the life
you took from me.

Now I'm gonna take yours.

[Monitors beeping]

- What's happening?
- Asystole.

- I do not have a pulse.
- Hit him with an amp of epi.

- Starting compressions.

- Get the code cart.
I'll report.

- Pushing epi.

- Check his potassium.

- Electrolytes are normal.

Check him again.

Pulse?
- Still no pulse.

- Deeper with
those chest compressions.

- Yes, doctor.
- His brain's dying.

[Monitors beeping]

[Monitors beeping]

- If you hit his orbital surface
on his frontal lobe--

- I'm not even
through his skull yet.

- Pulse?

- Still no pulse.

Nothing on his E.K.G.

- Damn it.
High dose epi, now.

- The meds aren't doing it.
- High dose epi.

- Open his drapes.

I've got to go into his chest.

Scalpel.
- Scalpel.

- He needs cardiac massage.

- Prepping for cardiac massage.

- [Screams]

- Do me a favor.

Die a little quieter.

I wouldn't want them
to hear us.

- Wait up, Jason.

- Cute, huh?

That's right, Jason.

We're brothers.

I just found out myself.

Who knew?
- [Strained groans]

- Let's go.
Let's go.

We're out of time.

[Monitors beeping]

- [Grunting]

There's just so much
you don't know, Jason.

Too bad you're never
going to find out.

[Laughs]

- Wait.

There's V-fib on the monitor.

- Shock him now.

[Defibrillator charges]

- All clear.

- I have a pulse.
- Sinus rhythm.

Pulse getting stronger.

- He's back.

He's back.

- Ian, let's fill up
our canteens.

- Cool.

I'll start a fire.

We can cook squirrels
for dinner.

- Jason.

What took you so long?

You're gonna
want to see this.

This is how it ends.

- I brought spaghetti.

- Spaghetti won't last us
more than a day,

But we can
eat squirrels forever.

We never have
to go home again.

- Ian?
- Yeah?

- I don't know
if I can kill a squirrel.

- That's okay.

I'll kill enough
for the both of us.

- What a pisser.

Come on.

You don't want to miss
all the fun, do you?

- Jason, come on.
Hurry up.

- I'm tired.

- We're almost there.
- How do you know?

- Because I know.
See?

Now, we're going
to set the camp right here.

The fire can go over there.
- Ian.

We should go back.

- What?

- We should go home.

- We are never going home,
ever again.

- Mom will forgive you.
- No, she won't.

She wants me to see that doctor
so he can cut open my head.

- Maybe he'll help.

- Help me what?
- Help you be better.

- I thought you loved me.
- I do.

- Then why do you want me
to change?

- I just don't want you
to hurt anyone.

- You want me
to be more like you.

- I'm going home.
- You're not going anywhere.

- Stop.
Let go!

- Don't leave me.
- Stop.

- You told me
we'd be together forever.

You told me that.

You promised.

You said
we'd be together forever.

- Don't! Stop!

Stop!
All right!

- No!

Come on.
Come on.

Come on.

Come on!

- Don't bother.

You're dead.

- No.
This--this isn't real.

This is--
this is a dream.

Come on.

Come on.

- It's not a dream, Jason.

- Come on.
- You're remembering.

- No.

No, it's not possible.

- You couldn't be saved then,
and you can't be saved now.

- No. No!

- You died in this river
25 years ago.

You only exist in my mind.

I created you, Jason.

- No!
You're lying.

You're lying.

- Am I?

You don't believe me?

Check with your doctor.
I'm sorry, my doctor.

- Charmelo.
- He told me everything.

And now he's cutting you out,

Finally,
after all these years.

You know why?

Because you're the alter,
Jason, not me.

[Laughs]

- Probe.

Let's confirm.

Where are we?

- The E.E.G.s say we are

At 180-32-1.02.

- That the exact location
of the Ian-Jason overlay?

- Yes, it matches
the MRIs perfectly.

- Chip.

Good-bye, Jason.