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-Previously on The Resident...
-Old guy I was

playing golf with has
developed a bit of a tremor.

Cracking open his head for a
missed putt is a bit much, huh?

I hear you're applying
for an O-1 visa.

If I help you,
you'll get your visa.

If I don't, you won't.

Tell me about your Mom.
Or Dad. You pick.

Well, I hate him.

Because he's the last guy
anyone would want as a father.

Alabama Shakes

playing Terminal West next week.

I got an extra ticket.
It's not a date.

It's just a concert.
Have a little fun.

You look good, son.

Hol' up, wait a minute

Baby, baby,
are you listening?

I go, U go

'Cause I don't ever wanna see
your face no more, no...

Give me the bag, Doc.

Great.

Now we at a crossroad,
now we at the break

All this back and forth ...,
we gonna lose our way...

I need some help.

I take his head,
you take his legs?

18-year-old male,
unconscious, broken nose,

blunt force trauma to the head,
possible concussion.

Three's open.
Dr. Okafor.

-You're bleeding.
-I'm fine. He's not.

His name's Atiba Johnson,
maybe Jackson,

-something like that.

I did.

You know, the key to success

in a business like this

is making the customers
feel like family.

But this place goes
a little overboard.

Sam, how are
those eggs coming along?

You look well.

Atlanta suits you.

Why are you here, Dad?

I'm looking for worthwhile
investment opportunities.

It's been over a decade
since we last spoke,

and you suddenly show up--
what's the real reason?

You were always suspicious.

And you were always
a narcissist.

I was hoping that time

and maturity would open
the doors for us starting over.

Dada! Dada!

Clearly,
you don't know me very well.

Then again, you never did.

I was just... another thing
you could use to hurt Mom.

So fighting
for the custody of my son

-You didn't want me.

-You just didn't want to lose.
-Here we go again.

And so that's it?

-I meant what I said

when I left for the Corps.

I don't want you
or your money in my life.

You know,
I've done a lot of research

on the health care industry.

You know what's fascinating?

You worked so hard
to distance yourself from me

and-- what is it
you used to call it?--

-greed and...
-Questionable ethics.

Look at the industry
you work in.

I help sick people.

And while I'm at it,
I fight corruption

and train doctors
to do the same.

I don't capitalize
off of people's misfortune.

That's the difference
between us.

Are you sure you don't want even
a little local to numb it up?

Something?

Atiba's scans?

Look clear.
He's a lucky guy.

No fractures, no contusions.

He's still under observation
for a possible concussion,

but as soon as that time's up,

-we can turn him over
to the cops. -Mm-mmm, no cops.

The guy tried to mug you.

He wasn't even holding
a real gun.

Turns out it was a toy.

Doesn't negate the mugging part.

-No one. -Mina.

It's not a big deal.
Just some kid

from my neighborhood
made a stupid choice

-while high this morning.
-And for that,

he got knocked the hell out!

I give that
a "C" for effort.

Look, I vaguely know
his parents.

They live in my neighborhood.

This is a boy
who needs help, not jail.

-I did. I brought him here.

Cheese and grits
from the Silver Skillet.

-Down, boy.

This deliciousness
is for someone else.

Well, I'm happy
with the lab work

that came back, which means

you are finally cleared
for your bone marrow transplant.

We can start
your conditioning today.

Dr. Pravesh?

Yeah, so first
you'll receive a series

of Bu-Flu chemo blasts to ensure

that all the bone marrow
is cleared out.

And then we can perform
an allogeneic

hematopoietic
stem cell transplant.

Wow. You know, when
you break it down like that,

it seems so simple.

Why don't you try that again,
but this time not in Latin.

Okay. Sorry.

So, basically, we're going
to take donor stem cells

and have them set up shop
in your bone marrow

and populate your immune system.

Right. Once that's done,

your new and improved
immune system

will recognize
any remaining leukemia cells

as foreign, and attack them.

Go ahead and take that.

I can finish up in here.

Hey. Why'd you page me?

Hey. I need you to keep an eye
on Lily for me.

I was taken off her team.

Yeah, I heard about that, Nic.
Wait-wait-wait-wait.

What's going on?

All right, come on.

Close the door.

Is all this really necessary?

I think Lane's committing
insurance fraud

by over-treating her patients--
including Lily.

Look, Nic,

Lane is the most respected
oncologist in Georgia,

not to mention someone
whose work I have admired

and studied since med school.

Look, I have pulled every ounce

of research
that I can possibly find

on high-dose
intensification programs

both here and abroad--
look at this.

These are from Lane's clinic.

Her chemo protocols
are significantly higher

than even the most
aggressive programs.

Did you tell Conrad?

I tried.

But if I'm gonna accuse his
mentor of something so awful,

I need more proof.

Nic...

do you think, maybe,

you are letting
your personal feelings for Lane

cloud your judgment?

It's no secret
that you two don't get along.

No.

I'm doing my job--

a job that Lane threatened,
by the way-- so you

just keep an eye on Lily.

You're her doctor--
that's your job.

Do you know how much longer
Doc Davenport is gonna be?

I really need
to get back to rehearsal.

Nigel, I'm Dr. Hawkins.

Dr. Davenport asked me
to stop by.

Look, let me save you

a long trip
down an unnecessary road.

Yes, I'm showing signs
of severe malnourishment,

and no, I don't have
an eating disorder.

I suffer
from chronic digestive pain,

and it makes it
almost impossible to eat.

It's been over a decade,
and no, none of my doctors

back in New York
seem to know what it is.

So before you ask,
the answer is no.

No more tests. Zero.

I've been poked and prodded
by every doctor imaginable.

The only doctor I haven't seen
is a gynecologist.

Eh, they're overrated.

I've accepted I'm
just gonna live with this pain

for the rest of my life.

I'm a ballet dancer--
I'm used to intense pain.

-That's no way to live, man.
-I've made my peace.

Only thing that matters now
is my career.

So can I just get some steroids
for my ankle,

-Look...

I get it.

I get how important
your career is to you, okay?

If you leave, you'll be
right back with another injury.

Maybe a day, a week,
or even a month,

but it will happen.

Your twisted ankle's
just the beginning.

You're malnourished,
and your body can't handle

the stress of being
a professional dancer anymore.

-Give me 24 hours, and let me

see if I can figure out
what's wrong with you.

It's worth it
if I can save your career.

Right?

You found me.

-Wasn't lookin' for you.
-Ouch.

Didn't you get
the cheese and grits?

They say the way to a woman's
heart is through her stomach.

Actually, I think that's the way
to a man's heart, but thanks,

-Irving loved them.

Mm, "gift" is a strong word.
This is more like

you passed a bush, saw a flower
sticking out, plucked it for me,

and then said, "Hey, look--
I bought you flowers."

-Wow. Tough crowd. Okay.

I heard she took on a gang
of muggers last night.

It's all anyone's
talking about upstairs.

I need some help in here! Now!

-Damn it, Atiba, calm down!
-Easy, buddy, easy!

He's going through withdrawal.

He tried to take
a chunk out of me!

Give me two of lorazepam.

Code Gray! Bed three!

-Okay.

-Okay.

How's Atiba?

Calmer. Drowsy. Restrained.

-You need to call his parents.
Why me?

Because someone needs to tell
them to come pick up their son.

I don't do people.

I thought
you were still on vacation.

My sister-in-law's in town.

Not a fan?

-Sure.

-Be happy you don't have
in-laws anymore. -Oh, I am.

By the way,
that golf buddy of mine,

-the one with the tremor...

Well, he's had to lay off
the benzos.

The side effects
were too aggressive for him.

And now he's all wound up about
the tremor returning, and...

Well, he's right
to be concerned.

If the tremor
is really interfering

with his quality of life,

your friend may ultimately

have to consider brain surgery.

And we both know

when the air hits your brain...

You're never the same.

NIC:
No, this is...

this is a hospital,
Mr. Jackson,

not a hotel. No.

No, we don't have
courtesy shuttles.

Well, you'll just have
to come get Atiba.

Hello?

Hello?

Are you kidding me?

You okay?

Nothing a little caffeine

-can't fix.
-Oh.

Mmm. It's been a long shift

that is thankfully almost over.

Well, maybe this

will help your mood, too.

Oh, my God.
I didn't even realize

-it had fallen off.
-Lara found it on the floor

of the nurses' lounge.

I'm simply doing the honor
of returning it.

There you go.

I see you wear it all the time.

Figured it's one
of your favorites.

NIC:
Well, thank you. I owe you one.

Really?

Get over yourself.

I'll see you later.

Hey, Conrad!

Whatever it is, figure it out.

No can do.

I need reinforcements.

The priority is to get
to the source of your pain,

be it psychological,
neurological...

-This is not in my head.
-This is a GI problem.

We'll need to do
a battery of tests,

starting with a colonoscopy
and upper endoscopy...

That's fine, but after I get
nerve condition studies.

-This is neuropathic.

-This is a GI problem.
-This is neuropathic.

-It's psychological.
-Nerve conditions.

-Battery of tests.
-After I get nerve conditions.

What's going on? I didn't ask

for any consults
on this patient.

Our attending did.

We can't rule out
biliary dyskinesia, either,

until we do a CCK-HIDA scan.

-Gen surg isn't even here.
-Look who finally showed up.

Nigel, I'm sorry.
Give me one second.

Can I talk to you, Dr. Wilmot?

You're not usually on the floor
post rounds.

I don't have to account
for my whereabouts.

I'm your attending.
You report to me,

not the other way around.

-You requested consults
on my patient. -Yeah.

-Yeah, I think
the question is why didn't you?

He's already had every test
you're coming up with in there.

Not at Chastain.
We run our own tests.

Nigel is sick of doctors.

He's been poked and prodded
for years.

I'm just giving him a breather

while all his medical records
are sent from New York.

And meanwhile, he sits around
in constant pain?

Pain that can be exacerbated
by unnecessary procedures.

Oh, see, this has always been
your problem, Hawkins.

You think your way
is the only way.

Look, I... I just want to go
over his previous test results

before subjecting him
to new ones.

Yeah, well, look,
it's not your call anymore

because he's no longer
your patient.

He's mine now.

Thank you.

How you feeling?

I'm just gonna check
your pupils, okay?

Doc, are these restraints
necessary?

I'm cool now. For real.

I'm actually a nurse
practitioner, not a doctor.

And yes, they are.
They're for your own protection.

So, I guess the cops
are coming, huh?

Well, looks like
it's your lucky day.

Dr. Okafor
decided not to press charges.

I haven't exactly had

a lot of lucky days lately.

I called your parents.

Why?

They don't want nothing
to do with me.

Because someone
has to come and get you.

If y'all for real
not calling the cops,

-then just release me.

So you can go back out
onto the street

and score again?
I don't think so.

Plus, you have lorazepam
in your system.

-You could OD.
-No. Seriously...

after everything
that happened today,

I'm done with that mess.

I'm-a get clean.

I've heard that before.

Why you care so much
about me anyway?

Is there anyone else
who can come pick you up?

Nah.

I got no one.

So what happens to me now?

What are you doing?

Taking Atiba home.

I asked you to call his parents,

not turn into his personal taxi.

Well, his parents
aren't coming to get him,

so I'm going to take him
to them.

Have you lost your mind?

Y'all know I'm standing
right here, right?

Be quiet. You tried to mug me.

You don't get to say anything.

I'm sorry. This-this morning

I wasn't thinking st...

I'm-a stop talking now.

-Mm-hmm.
-Look, my shift is over.

I'm giving him a ride.

It's not a big deal.

Damn oyibo savior complex.

Someone has to protect you
from yourself...

and him.

Plus, he's my patient.

So, you're stuck
with both of us now.

That's fine by me.

Get your ass

in the back seat.

It's quite a view, isn't it?

Never fails to impress.
You rang?

Yeah, about an hour ago.

I was in surgery.

Ah, Mr. Levine's
parathyroidectomy. How was that?

A success.
I think you'll find him

very indebted to Chastain.

I had the scheduling nurse
clear your afternoon.

I ran into Dr. Edmund Carver
from St. Grace

last night at the opera.

He's in town briefly,

and I invited him here
for coffee today.

And you'd like me
to attend that coffee.

Every reputable hospital
in the country

is trying to recruit Carver

after his surgery
on the former attorney general.

I want Carver at Chastain.

I hear he's overrated.

Maybe.

But with your guidance,

he would be an incredible asset
to your team.

You just talk to him.

Show him around,
give him the full Bell.

Close that deal for me.

Consider it closed.

Thank you.

So, who are we mad at today?

Other than that pen.

How much time do you have?

Anything I can help with?

I convinced a patient
with unknown chronic pain

to stay and let me try
and help him, but then...

Word gets out,
and the vultures descend.

Yep. I'll give you two guesses.
Who was the leader of the pack?

Sampson in Neuro.
He can never resist a call

for a mystery diagnosis.
Allows him to bill

-a ton for testing.
-Oh, he was there.

But today's prize
goes to Wilmot.

Took over the case.

Wants to ensure
if we figure out the diagnosis,

he gets the win.

You sure it's just Wilmot
that's bothering you?

Hey. You're a hard man to find.

-Well, you found me.
-Wilmot asked me to consult

on a possible lap chole
for Nigel Meahan.

You and Wilmot
want to unnecessarily remove

a man's gallbladder
without even knowing

if that's the source
of his pain?

Well, for the record,

I told him it was premature
to consider surgery.

So, has he been biting
everyone's head off today,

-Depends.

What'd you do?

You know, you really didn't

have to escort me
to my conditioning personally.

Well, don't tell me
you're sick of me already.

You know, once my immune system
is stripped,

just how isolated
am I gonna have to be?

Are we talking no contact? Or...

-It's for your safety, Lily.
-No, I know.

That's stupid, right?

You'd think I'd be used
to being alone by now.

I thought we were headed
to conditioning.

We have time.

Talk to me, Lily.

What's really going on?

Well, this is the right thing
for me, right?

The bone marrow transplant?

I've been doing some reading,

and once we start,

there's no turning back.

You're scared. I get it.

But that's-that's
totally normal.

I know.

I have a 62% survival rate
in my first year.

That's a 38% chance of dying.

But no doctor has ever
just come out and said that.

Besides, there's...

...there's other complications.
I mean...

it could damage my organs.
Infertility.

I want to have kids
one day, and...

God.

Listen to me.

Self-pity is so attractive.

You know what? Ignore me.

Bone marrow transplants
save lives.

I need a transplant, so I'm
going to get a transplant.

End of story.

I understand, but...

I don't care what my husband
told y'all on the phone.

Atiba is not welcome
back in our lives.

It's not safe for him
to be out on the streets.

He could OD at any time.

Monique, if he's trying
to get clean...

Do I look like a fool?

I'm done helping him.

That is not the boy I raised.

I know how difficult it is

to watch someone you love
suffer through a disease

-like this...

Do you have kids?

Do you know what it's like
to come to work

and find your store robbed

and then realize
that your boy did it

for drug money?

Or to come home and find

your baby alone
in a soiled diaper,

crying for hours

because his brother's passed out
in the bathroom?

You're trying to protect
what's left of your family.

I do understand that.

But I also know
you still love your son.

What if he really is

willing to get help?

He can beat this.

-Monique.

Come on. Just hear him out.

Come on.

I'm for real this time, Mom.

Please.

I'll go in a program.

I swear.

I'll do whatever you say.

Ma!

MINA: That boy won't be able
to stay clean.

He hasn't hit rock bottom yet.

Yeah, well,
you can't give up hope,

'cause while you're waiting
for rock bottom,

you could end up dead.

So, who is it?

The way you're talking
only comes from experience.

So who is it?

My sister.

Hey. I need a full panel
on Lily Kendall.

Her most recent labs
are in her file.

Thank you, but I'd still like
to have a full panel done.

You've worked here long enough
that I shouldn't have

to explain this to you.

Dr. Hunter handles all
of her patient labs through

her clinic, and they've already
done a full panel on Lily.

Isabel, you've worked here
long enough to know

that I am the doctor,

you are the nurse.

So you can run
a new damn panel on Lily

or I can take it up
with your supervisor.

Green and purple top
coming up...

Doctor.

He's seizing.

What's the first thing you do,
Pravesh?

Let's get some access.

All right. Lorazepam.

Four milligrams. Go.
Soon as possible,

-get him on the monitor. -What
happened here? -Last I saw him,

he was drinking
his colonoscopy prep solution.

Where's Dr. Wilmot?

Let me guess, you paged him--
no response.

Dr. Carver.

Dr. Bell.

It is an honor.

Randy, please.
The pleasure's all mine.

Welcome to my hospital.

This is one hell of a hospital.

Well, you haven't seen
anything yet.

How 'bout a personal tour
before coffee?

Does that tour include
a sneak peak at the Titian?

'Cause I am dying
to get my hands on one of them.

Well, as long as you promise
to share how you were able to do

a Kasai procedure
in under four hours.

Dr. Carver. Wow, such an honor.

-If I may, one question...
-Now-now is not the time.

No, no. It's okay.
What's your question, son?

Uh, your retrospective study
on risk factors for...

How do you keep
your retransplantation rate

-It's actually been
22%... -This is not the time

or place for any kind
of confrontation.

I need to talk to Dr. Wilmot.
Whether or not

there's a confrontation or not
is up to him.

Just... let me handle it.

Dr. Wilmot.

I don't know what kind of drama
you got going on with Conrad,

but get it the hell away
from Carver and me right now.

Yes, sir.

that's the first
thing, and the most important.

Keep that in mind.

Hey.

I don't appreciate
you embarrassing me

in front of Dr. Bell.

You took anatomy class
in med school, right?

Vestigial organs...

-You know, like the appendix.

The one in 20 people who have it
removed don't even miss it.

Serves absolutely no purpose
in the human body anymore.

Like certain doctors here
at Chastain.

You really think
you're untouchable, don't you?

What I think is you gave
an already malnourished patient

a prep solution that exacerbated
his existing hyponatremia.

And when he started seizing,
you were nowhere to be found.

He's stable now, isn't he?

Thanks to my intern.

Good. Get an NG tube in there.

We should be able
to get the solution straight

into the digestive system
that way.

You want to put Nigel through

a nasogastric tube insertion
just for a test?

If it means getting to the root
of his pain sooner than later,

then, yes, I do.

Look, I'm trying to help
the patient.

Then why don't you try
actually listening to him?

You did a good thing
getting Atiba to his family.

At least he's safe
for one night.

I'm sorry I judged you.

I didn't realize you judged me.

It was all
in my inner monologue.

Good to know.

I would've wanted someone
to do the same for my sister.

There were many nights
she didn't make it home.

But she's been sober
for a year now.

So, you're sleeping
with Jude now?

What

I'm really good
at reading body language.

I mean, look, the guy's
attractive and he's nice...

And safe,

compared to someone else
we know.

Look, Jude and I are
just becoming better friends.

All right. So I guess that means
I can become "better friends"

with Conrad now, right?

I was joking.

I-I'm sorry.
I'm still running late.

What
I'll be there

in less than ten minutes.

I need you to drop me
at my place, right away.

Yeah, sure.

What are you doing?

Wilmot ordered me to put
an NG tube in Nigel.

What a surprise.

He could have us both
cut from the program.

Oh, man up.
Where's all that bravado

you had on independence day?

What happened to
"When someone's wrong,

I'll be the first one
to tell 'em"?

Well...

I'm not so sure Wilmot's wrong.

Get out of my way.

Let me have it. I deserve it.

When you asked for 24 hours,
I didn't realize

it would put me closer
to planning my own funeral.

You said you could help me.
Now I'm worse off

than when I came in.

What are you doing?

You're right.
I should have done a better job

protecting you.

Do you trust me?

Yes.

God knows why.

Put your clothes on.

Do I want to know
what you're doing?

Wilmot can't test a patient
he can't find.

Mina, what's going on?

Thanks for the ride.

I'm so sorry. We tried
to wait for you at home.

No, it's my fault.
I was delayed.

She won't stop throwing up.
It's never been this bad.

These episodes
can recur multiple times a year.

-Yes. A lot.

Here you go. Here you go, baby.

-Tell me the pain, one to ten.
-Ten.

That call sounded urgent.
I thought I could help.

Mina, what is going on in here?

Do you have any pain
in your head?

Just my stomach.

Mm. I need one tablet
of ondansetron.

Bottom drawer to the right.

And one liter bag of IV fluid
from my backpack.

Are you just going to stand
there or are you going to help?

Mina, are these from Chastain?

Okay, so this is one test
I haven't had.

But, seriously,
what are we doing here?

I'm hiding you where no doctor

will voluntarily show
their face.

A hospital waiting room?

That is brilliant.

And a damn sad commentary
on my profession.

So, what's the plan
beyond hiding?

I'm gonna listen.

I've reviewed
all your old medical records.

Now I want your patient history
directly from you.

Doesn't matter how small
the detail-- bore me with it.

You went to all this trouble
and all we're gonna do is talk?

Patient's words over tests.

90% of the time, they give you
the answers you need.

Hmm.

-Maybe.

I have to say,
you're not what I expected.

Yeah

Frankly, less warmth, more ego.

Well...

Your surgeons are lucky
to have you as chief.

-I hope they appreciate you.
-Well, y-you're very kind.

But I can tell you what they
do appreciate is the autonomy

and the extensive OR time.

And, you know,
for the best of the best,

just a membership
to the Blackburn Club.

-Wow.

A lot of benefits
to working here at Chastain.

-It's a great place to be.
-Well...

I'm curious. Uh...

how are your surgical error
and complication rates?

Excuse me?

Well, I'm leaving St. Grace
for a bunch of reasons,

and, to be honest,
accountability's a big one.

They refused to even consider
my recommendations

for tracking surgical error
rates, among other things.

Well, so-so what
you're looking for

is a place that's willing
to embrace that.

Transparency and accountability
force us to weed out the bad

and grow the good.

This one doctor at St. Grace
had patients die

from complications
every time he did a bypass.

No one even noticed.

Except me. I noticed.

That's incredible.

I'm telling you,
it's like they say, you know,

the truth never gets out
of the OR.

Well, you are just full
of surprises.

How's Shalisha?

Cyclical vomiting syndrome.

She'll be fine once she finishes
her IV treatment.

Mina...

Save me the lecture.

I can't.

You're treating patients
from your home.

You're taking supplies
from Chastain.

Those drugs are all free samples
from reps.

Free samples given to Chastain.
Regardless, you could lose

your medical license for
treating people in your home.

Hell, Mina,
you could lose your visa.

I'm not a fool. I know that.

But am I supposed
to look the other way

while people in my community are
dying from treatable illnesses?

So send them to a clinic.

What clinic?

All the big hospitals
are closing their local clinics

left and right
for profit reasons.

And it's not fair.
But if you lose your license,

you're not gonna help anybody.
Ever.

My uncle, Onoche,

he was a brilliant man.

Like a second father to me.

He was a surgeon here
in the U.S., and...

when he'd visit Nigeria
on holiday,

he'd bring my cousins
clothes and candy.

For me, he'd bring medical books
and gadgets.

On his last visit home,
he had a heart attack.

A heart attack
he would have survived

if he had access
to proper health care

and not been in a hospital
in Arondizuogu

without a working defibrillator.

I think that's the most words
you've said, ever,

in the past three years
I've known you.

-Don't get used to it.

I don't know
how I was still standing.

It hurt,
but I still finished the show.

My rendition of Albrecht's
Act II variation was

"just perfection."

At least,
according to The Times.

I would've paid to see that.

Colleague issues?

Father issues.

You're talking to a male dancer
about daddy issues?

Bet my old man was way worse.

Oh, you think so, huh?

My dad couldn't wrap his head

around me wanting
to dance ballet.

So he forced me to go out
for football instead.

He'd train me by making me run
stadium stairs

carrying buckets of sand.

My legs would burn,

my lungs exploding.

I was, like,
15 years old at the time,

and I thought
I was going to die.

Never thought just inhaling air

could be so excruciating.

But my father didn't care.

He just kept pushing.

My dad was so bad,
I went to fight

in Afghanistan
for peace and quiet.

You said you were 15
when this happened?

Yeah.

Funny thing is, my dad
still thinks I'm a wuss.

Joke's on him. He doesn't
get how much strength

it takes to do ballet.

Was that the first time
you felt pain like that?

Sure, yeah.

But it would always go away
after the workout.

Huh.

Was your initial pain
centered in your diaphragm,

right about where
your ribs meet?

How'd you know?

I think I know
what's wrong with you.

Don't mess with me, Doc.

Has anyone ever mentioned

median arcuate ligament syndrome
to you?

Hey. Have Lily's labs
come back yet?

She's about to start
conditioning.

Wait. This can't be right.

Isabel, am I reading this
correctly?

Lily's in acute renal failure?

I thought you were the doctor.

Oh, my God.
How did we miss that?

If we proceed with the
transplant, she'll die.

Call downstairs right now
and make sure

that they don't start her
conditioning.

And page Dr. Hunter.

Lily, you're gonna be okay.

How did her initial labs
not show

that her kidneys were failing?

Yeah, I'm asking myself
the same question.

Somebody clearly messed up.

Well, I'm gonna get down
to the bottom of it

as soon as I get back
to my clinic.

Whoever made this mistake
will be fired.

I can promise you that.

Dr. Hunter.

If we would have proceeded
with this treatment,

Lily would have likely died.

Yes. You saved Lily's life
today, Dr. Pravesh.

Excellent work. It's good
to know I was right about you.

You're gonna make
an exceptional oncologist.

Thank you.
That means a lot.

Okay.

If Dr. Hawkins is right,

and this is MALS,

the minute this numbing agent
hits that celiac ganglion,

you're gonna feel
instant relief.

How you feeling?

Pain-free.

The first time in over a decade.

Hey.

Where the hell have you been?

Patient's fine, by the way.
Thanks for asking.

Turns out he has MALS.
Surgery's scheduled

for next week after
his final show.

-Hey.

You think you're so damn smart.

You know, one of these days
your need to play God

with the rules is gonna
cost a patient their life.

And when that happens, there'll
be a long line of us ready

to make sure your medical career
goes up in flames.

Mmm. One man against an army.
Now you're talking my language.

That gets me excited.

You know what else
gets me excited?

Knowing that if your hand
is still on my arm

in three seconds, you'll
be waking up in the ER

with no memory of how
you got there.

Carver is

even more impressive in person.

Oh. That's exactly
what I want to hear.

He'll be a great addition
to the surgical team.

And I think his plans
for tracking

and publicizing all error rates
are really admirable.

Wait. Publicizing outside
the walls of the hospital?

Yeah, but I think once we get
through those lawsuits

that that transparency causes,
we'll be...

-Yeah, lawsuits.

But Chastain can weather those,
and maybe, you know,

-even get ahead of the bad
publicity. -Right, of course.

You know, we can spin it into
something we can make use of.

You know, here's the thing,
Dr. Carver's very expensive.

And I think I'm gonna
have to take a look

at the budget.
I'm not sure that Chastain

can afford to make a competitive
offer at this time.

That's a pity.

Marshall.
I didn't expect to see you here.

I had some unfinished business
with Dr. Hunter.

Well, good news, I hope.

Actually, I won't be investing

in Chastain after all.

It's just not
the right fit for me.

Well, that's a shame,

that you couldn't have come
to that conclusion

before wasting everybody's time.

I appreciate your time
and hospitality, Claire.

You wouldn't by chance know
where Dr. Hawkins is?

Conrad Hawkins?

I'm sure
he's on the fifth floor.

I can have one of the nurses
page him.

I wasn't aware
you were acquainted.

He's my son. Excuse me.

Did you know?

-No idea.

Eh, regardless,
makes no difference.

Of course it does.

A no now could very well

be a yes later.

-You haven't seen me work
my magic. -Yeah, dream on.

Hey. I rushed back
as soon as I got your message.

What's going on?

You were right.

I ju-I just...
I-I can't believe this.

It's crazy.

That transplant...
with Lily's comorbidities.

All right, Devon. I need you
to keep your voice down.

Just tell me exactly
what happened.

Okay, I reran a full blood panel
on Lily without telling Lane.

And the lab showed
that her kidneys are failing.

Which means she's not eligible

for a bone marrow transplant
right now.

Lane just played it off
like somebody at her clinic

made a mistake,
but I don't know...

She had to have known, right?

Why would Lane
proceed with the transplant?

Money. Bone marrow transplants
are the Super Bowl

of cancer treatments
when it comes to billing.

Lily would have died.

You were right.

We have to do something
about Lane.

Blood of my blood

Flesh of flesh

You only want
over them cash...

Let's just try to
stay out of each other's way

while you're doing whatever
business with the hospital.

I'm not investing
in the hospital.

Truth is, I never was.

I was just doing some recon,
that's all.

Recon for what?

I'm opening
a small private hospital.

What I hope will be
the first of many.

And I don't just want you
to work there.

I want you to run it...

...after you finish this final
year of residency, of course.

-Just hear me out.

You can do what you love to do.

Interact with the patients while
training your doctors your way,

without all of this bureaucratic
mess over your head.

You trying to buy your way back
into my life again?

Maybe I am. The point is,

this is something
that's important to you,

and it's important to me
to help you get it.

Conrad, I am trying.

I-I don't need
an answer right now.

Just think about it.

You know how to reach me
when you're ready.

Blood of my blood,
flesh of flesh

You only want over them cash

- Only want what I can't feel

My father.

I'm still I'm proud, proud

Your father?

Flesh of flesh

You only want over...

Are we really not gonna
talk about this?

No, we're not.

I'll see you later.

Hey. Talk to me.

Don't do this.
Don't shut me out.

Look, if this is about Jude...

Nic, no explanation necessary.
It's your life.

Conrad...

You told me repeatedly that
this thing was over between us.

I just didn't want to hear it.

That's on me.

Blood of my blood,
flesh of flesh

You only want over them cash

Only want what I can't feel

I'm still proud, proud.

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