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[tense music]

- I read this piece in "The Times"

about this little girl who needs a new windpipe.

Name's Hannah Warren.

Her family's working with this doctor in Europe.

- Dr. Paolo Macchiarini.

- The focus of my research is tracheal transplants

with the help of stem cells

by developing biosynthetic tracheas.

- So you're basically tricking the body

into thinking the implant's already a part of you.

- Will you be interested in assisting?

- Yes. Yes.

- I was wondering if you would be interested

in collaborating on rat trials to test our tracheas.

- Absolutely. - Welcome to the team.

- So this is the first artificial-trachea transplant

in the U.S.,

and I want Hannah's journey to be the focus of the piece.

- Surgery went well.

- I have watched you for a while now.

What you did, it was a miracle.

- [chuckles] - Paolo, I shouldn't.

- The science doesn't seem sound.

- It's not exactly your kind of science.

- I will admit I don't get it.

- Knife.

After the operation, she's healthy and happy

with her donor trachea.

[person coughing]

[foreboding music]

[coughing continues]

* *

[monitor beeping]

* *

[no audio]

* *

[monitor flatlining]

* *

[alarm blaring]

- Hannah Warren will be the youngest patient

ever to receive a biosynthetic tracheal transplant.

- Okay, stop right there.

Let's swap this out to play over Dr. Macchiarini talking

about the initial diagnosis.

[sighs] I think we still need a little more B-roll

with the parents, but we are close to locking.

Ow.

- You okay? - Yeah, I'm okay.

[exhales deeply] [cell phone vibrating]

Hi.

I was just talking about you.

- Uh, Benita.

- Daryl?

- I called to, um--

I called to tell you she, uh--

she's gone.

[door closes] - What?

- Hannah's gone.

- What--what do you mean she's gone?

- It was-- There were complications.

Her--her lungs, after all the time in the hospital,

she just-- her body couldn't, um...

Hannah's gone.

We were with her, and she just kept getting worse.

We thought maybe she was gonna--

that it would pass, but, uh--

[continues indistinctly, voice fades]

* *

[cell phone vibrating]

- Mom, your phone.

[vibrating continues]

[phone clatters lightly]

Is it work? - No, it's not work.

What's up with the braids, kiddo?

I haven't seen you repeat a hairstyle twice,

let alone three times, in a week.

- Dad liked my hair this way.

- I miss him, too.

But I think you look great.

You ready for school?

[cell phone vibrating]

What are you doing here?

- I wanted to make sure that you're okay.

You're not answering my phone calls, my texts.

- You shouldn't be here.

- I know you heard about Hannah.

I just wanted to make sure that you're okay, Benita.

- I thought she was getting better.

- There were complications. - "Complications.

"Fragile native tissue.

Weakening of the lungs."

I-I read the reports, Paolo. I know the medicine.

But you told me she was getting better.

- She was very sick.

And she was going to die.

I tried.

You think that I'm not upset?

But I won't give up.

I don't have the right to give up.

- No, Paolo, don't. I-I can't do this.

Let's just call it what it is, okay?

- What is it?

- A mistake.

- Colleagues, board members,

we are so glad to have you here

for this momentous occasion.

Tomorrow we will perform the first-ever human transplant

using a bioartificial scaffold.

Our patient is Andemariam Beyene,

a 36-year-old Eritrean PhD student

living in Iceland.

Two years ago, he developed a malignant tumor

in his windpipe.

They have tried radiation and surgical intervention.

All failed.

So his doctors referred him to us.

As you all know, we only have approval

to perform this procedure as compassionate use,

a last resort.

We have designed a biosynthetic trachea

tailor-made to Mr. Beyene's anatomy,

down to the last micrometer.

- And this truly is the breakthrough

that will launch us as a global destination

for this kind of medicine.

- Ladies and gentlemen,

I present to you the future of regenerative medicine.

[dramatic music]

Within weeks, it will grow tissue,

transforming into an actual, living trachea.

* *

- [coughs]

Dr. Macchiarini, I am sorry.

I no longer wish to have the surgery.

We feel it is too risky.

- It is completely natural to have concerns, Mr. Beyene.

- The trachea, it's plastic.

How can you be sure it will work inside my body?

- There you misunderstand.

It is not plastic.

The trachea is medical-grade

polymeric nano-composite material.

- If I may. - Yeah, of course.

- Mr. Beyene, you're studying lava tubes in Iceland.

Is that right? - Yes.

- I believe the recellularization process

is just like that.

When a volcano erupts,

underground lava rivers create tubes.

When the lava drains, the tubes remain,

but now they're rock solid.

They become a part of the Earth.

And that means they last forever.

That's what your stem cells will do

to the synthetic trachea

to make it last forever as a part of you.

- You're asking my husband to be the first

but offer no guarantee the procedure will work.

- No, we cannot offer guarantees

because it would be irresponsible to do so.

Nothing is guaranteed in medicine.

Even just a year ago,

your options would have been much more limited.

You are very lucky to be the first.

Your doctors referred you to us

because the other treatments failed you.

You could have as little as six months to live.

This is your best chance to see your son grow up.

* *

- Okay.

- Okay.

I think it's very difficult to keep an emotional distance,

especially if it is a child.

- Hey. [key clacks]

How you holding up?

- I wish I felt numb.

I just feel...

everything.

- Give yourself a break, B.

You're not on a schedule here. - [sighs]

- It's gonna take what it takes.

- You know, with Hannah Warren and John...

it's just a whole lot of death.

- How's Lizzi?

- She's really quiet.

I think she's pretending to be okay for me,

which makes me feel guilty, which makes me feel worse.

She's just such a daddy's girl.

And that breaks my heart.

- At least you still have a heart to break.

- Yeah, the pain reminds us we're alive.

It's awesome.

- Work is good? - Work is good.

Work is good.

- Hey, how's that piece coming along?

- Hey, it's not.

It's...

a special about the future of medicine.

It's supposed to be hopeful.

And now I don't have a story at all.

- What about him? - What about him?

- Shift the focus to him, you know?

"Dr. Macchiarini, Miracle Man"--

a look at the pioneer of generational medicine.

- Regenerative. - Exactly.

- But then what about Hannah?

- She'd still be part of the main story.

Medical breakthroughs are always paved with setbacks.

It doesn't mean that Macchiarini's work

isn't worth believing in.

* *

- Hold on to the hopeful.

- If anybody can make it happen, it's you.

* *

[no audio]

[train rumbling]

[indistinct chatter] - When did the pain start?

- Um, off and on for the last few weeks.

I just thought it was stress or something.

- Would you describe the pain as sharp, dull, or burning?

- Sharp, like-- Aah! [winces]

Like someone's stabbing me. Ow.

- Let's get a CBC, liver enzymes,

urine test, and a CT of the abdomen and pelvis,

plus 30 milligrams of Toradol for the pain.

- So it's my appendix? - It's not your appendix.

- What? No, no, no, no, no.

I have a daughter. She's nine years old.

She just lost her father.

I can't have something wrong with me.

- We just need to run some tests to see what's going on.

- Doctor, they're waiting.

- Is there anyone you want to call?

- [sighs]

[indistinct announcement over PA]

- Hi, excuse me.

Hi. - Hi.

Thank you for coming. I'm sorry.

- No, no, I'm glad you called.

Has the pain subsided? - No.

I think it's worse, actually.

- What did the doctor say? - Nothing.

They just ran a bunch of tests, and no one's told me anything.

I've just been sitting here by myself.

- You CT scan shows uterine fibroids.

- What? What is that? Is that cancer?

- Not at all. They're very common.

Is it okay if I take a look? - Yeah.

- Yeah? - Okay.

[sighs]

- This might hurt a little bit. - Okay. All right.

- Okay. [monitor beeping]

- [groans] - Yeah, I can feel two.

They're about the size of grapefruits.

- What?

- It sounds much worse than what it is.

Don't worry. They will have them removed.

- So I have to have surgery?

- Yeah, but it's a very common procedure.

I'm sure your doctor will walk you through everything.

You're gonna be fine.

Trust me.

* *

- He's got you working late already?

- I'm preparing.

It's something doctors do.

You should try it. - Noted.

- I'll sleep when I'm published.

- [sighs]

- Why don't you like him?

- I don't really like anybody.

- That's true.

Still, so few surgeons want to operate on the throat at all,

and he throws in stem-cell regeneration.

Aren't you interested in his work?

- Yes, yes, I find it all very...

interesting.

- You're an ass.

Look at this.

He has to identify the surgical planes bordering the trachea,

avoid tumor dissemination,

all without exposing the larynx,

the thyroid, the esophagus.

Say what you want.

Dr. Macchiarini's got some balls.

- I guess that's what it takes, huh--some nice big balls?

- Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you.

- Yes, I have tiny balls.

[inhales deeply]

You know, a good surgeon knows when not to cut.

- Fuck that. I'm tired of being on the verge of something.

Too afraid to make the cut-- this is groundbreaking work.

I'm getting in.

- Just watch your back.

- I always do.

* *

[device beeping]

[razor whirring]

* *

- Dr. Svensson.

- Dr. Macchiarini? Uh...

[speaking native language] - [speaking native language]

- Oh, the trials seem to be proceeding nicely.

- Uh, yes.

Um, we're on schedule.

- Good.

Any exciting conclusions so far?

- Well, nothing-- you know, nothing

really determinable yet.

Of course, I won't be able to truly discern

any results until--

- Yeah, until you completed the trials, of course.

As you can imagine, I'm--I'm very anxious

to see any results-- positive or otherwise.

- Well, on the test rats

that have received synthetic tracheas,

so far none have responded negatively.

- Well, that-- that is excellent.

- But as you said, we're still gathering data.

Uh...

the purpose of this trial

is to witness objective results, of course.

- Of course, of course.

- May I ask, is there anything in particular

that is concerning you? - Oh, no, not at all.

I have complete faith in your research, Doctor,

as well as my own.

I'll just leave you to your work.

- Okay.

Yeah.

* *

[distant siren wailing]

- Thank you. - Yeah, no problem.

Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Oh, my God, please.

- Wow, I wish I had that effect on you.

- 48 hours without caffeine?

Who am I today?

- I spelled your name for them.

[distant siren wailing]

You're feeling better? - Mm-hmm.

I am. Like two grapefruits lighter.

Thank you, really.

- Pleasure.

- Paolo...

we've both been through a lot of loss the past few months.

And I know I wasn't dying in there, but I--

I was really scared, and it...

[dramatic music]

It just--

it put things in perspective for me.

Us together, it could cost me my job, my reputation,

but I think this thing we have, it's worth the risk.

[distant siren wailing]

- For me, too.

* *

- You've heard the criticism--

that you're really taking a chance with these patients.

What do you say to that?

- I was raised to believe that if you...

if have even one chance, you need to take it,

because either that patient will die,

or we try to do something, even if it's new.

As a doctor and-- and as a human being, I...

I ask myself, are we allowed to say no?

I don't think we are.

- And when you got that call later

that--that she had passed... - Mm.

- It had to be devastating for you.

- I couldn't stop thinking...

did I make the right decision?

Did I do everything to save her?

There are so many patients all around the world

who need this procedure.

We should really try to achieve this

for all of them,

because even in the face of failure,

we should keep hope alive.

* *

- Great job today, guys.

Dr. Macchiarini, do you mind staying behind

for a few minutes to go over the schedule?

- Good night.

* *

- Of course.

So?

- So...

Well, I have some follow-up questions for you

that are gonna happen...

- Really? - Behind closed doors, yeah.

- I'm so sorry you had to go through this.

- It's okay.

It's just gonna be a scar.

- One day we will live in a world

where we won't have to cut people open to fix them.

You'll see.

- Do you ever have any doubts?

- Of course I do.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

- 'Cause you seem so sure of all of it.

Even the things that could go wrong,

that have gone wrong...

you just keep moving forward.

- I think a lot about the ones who came before me.

Like Thomas Starzl--

he started the first liver transplants.

His first patients died. - Hmm.

- Or Christiaan Barnard...

he performed the first heart transplant.

People threw rocks at him.

Everybody thought he was crazy. - [scoffs]

- I'm sure people looked at him the same way

that you're looking at me right now.

[chuckles]

* *

When Hannah died, I did lose faith.

But these doctors, they--

they believed, they worked, they persevered

until they found their way.

Being the one to try something new,

no matter the personal cost,

is vital to move medicine forward.

It's vital.

And I believe that the work that we're doing

is going to save many lives.

- I believe it will, too.

* *

- Hi, my love. I'm here, missing you in Barcelona.

The lemon trees are ready for you.

- Oh, there is a sushi roll with my name on it.

Benita? - Hmm? Oh, yeah, lunch.

- You ready? - Sorry. Yeah.

- Good.

[dramatic classical music]

* *

[Benita laugh]

* *

- Mm. - Come on, come on...

* *

No, I hear you. The information is great.

But I'm going to need another source on it

to confirm her account.

Sure. Could you email that to me?

Wow, that sounds good.

Yeah.

[whispering] It's Lizzi. Okay. - [whispering] I'll miss you.

- Yeah. Sure.

It's okay with me.

If it's okay with Aubrey's mom, you can sleep over.

Okay. I love you, too. Bye.

- Did you say "sleep over"? - Yeah.

- Maybe I could change my flight.

- Oh, I didn't know that was an option.

- Mm-hmm.

* *

- What? - The Stones are sexier.

- No, no, no. - That's it.

- How can you even compare them?

- I've always thought this, and I'm not going to apologize.

- "Blackbird," um...

- [laughs] - "Martha My Dear,"

"While My Guitar Gently Weeps," "Rocky Raccoon."

- Okay, now we're listing songs?

- Yeah. - "Satisfaction"...

- Oh. - "Gimme Shelter,"

"Sympathy for the Devil." - No.

No, we can't have this conversation.

This is terrible. Now I have to leave you.

- Are you gonna leave me? - I'm gonna leave you.

- Are you gonna leave me for The Beatles?

- This is a very, very... - They're almost--

All of them are dead, almost. - Important distinction.

[both laugh]

[doorbell ringing]

- Italian "Vogue," nice touch.

- For Lizzi. - Ah.

Hey, Lizzi? My friend Paolo is here.

- Your "friend"? - My friend.

[soft music playing]

* *

- "Cacio" means "cheese,"

and "pepe" means "pepper."

So it's like Italian mac and cheese.

[phone vibrating, Benita chuckles]

And pepper, you know, "pepe."

- It's delicious, right?

What do you think, kiddo?

- I don't like it.

* *

- Your mom tells me that you play the violin.

- She does, yeah. - Yeah?

- She practices every day.

Sometimes I don't even have to ask her to practice.

- Oh, wow. That's impressive.

It's impressive,

'cause I used to play the piano when I was your age,

but I hated to practice. [Benita chuckles]

Well, maybe we can play together.

You--you play the violin, and I play the piano.

We make a concert for your mom.

* *

Mm.

Did you hear what happened when Johann Sebastian Bach

dropped his violin?

It Baroque.

It Ba-roque.

- Ba-roque, that's funny.

- Can I go to my room? - Lizzi, come on, please.

- No, it's okay. [Benita stammers]

But, Lizzi...

I know that you're feeling a thousand things right now,

all at once.

And I'm ready to wait for as long as it takes

for you to figure out how you feel about me.

But I'll make you a deal.

If you let me show you

how much I care about your mom,

I promise you I will never make you eat

my cacio e pepe again.

Accordo?

* *

- Accordo.

* *

- Good night.

[clears throat] [door closes]

[chuckles] - She'll get there.

It takes time.

* *

It's really good.

- But you got it, right, Baroque?

- I got Baroque. - Okay.

- Yeah, it's a cute joke.

* *

Hey, three more pages, then jammies and lights out, okay?

- Okay.

* *

- I love you. - I love you, too.

- Good night.

- Hey, Mom?

* *

I like his accent.

* *

[Paolo speaking Russian]

- What? Are you kidding me? You cooked.

Get out of here.

- [speaking Russian]

- What?

- I have bad news.

Our trip to Barcelona-- - No!

- I have to cancel. - Oh.

- Uh, there's-- there's a new patient

I need to meet in Moscow.

- I was so looking forward to finally seeing your place.

- I know, my love, and I'm so sorry,

but if she agrees to surgery,

this could launch funding for the entire lab.

- No, I-I get it, I get it.

I just, um...

have to figure out what to tell Kim and everybody else,

'cause I already took time off.

And I have Laura coming to stay with Lizzi and--

- Why don't you come with me?

- To Russia? - To Moscow.

I can show you off in Moscow.

- I don't know. [chuckles]

- Oh, come on, Benita, I want to spend time with you

without having to hide--please.

- We have to wait until the special airs

before we tell anybody anything.

- I'm sure our secret will be safe in Russia.

Please come with me.

Please, come with me. - Okay.

I mean, who--

who am I to say no to the great Dr. Macchiarini.

* *

[device beeping]

[monitor beeping]

- Accessing the cricoid ring.

[dramatic music]

* *

I see severe infection, most likely caused

by the excessive radiation treatments on the patient.

The cartilage is necrotic.

If the tumor hadn't killed him,

it would have been only a matter of time

before he succumbed to infection.

* *

Knife.

* *

Starting resection.

The biosynthetic trachea will fit perfectly

in the resected area.

* *

[device beeping]

[monitor beeping]

* *

Metzenbaum.

* *

[scissors snipping]

* *

Okay.

* *

Okay, switch the oxygen input.

* *

Saline.

Any leaks in the trachea will produce bubbles in the saline.

* *

Pulse ox?

- Holding steady.

* *

- No signs of leaking.

- Oxygen holding, 98%.

- It's working.

- Congratulations, Doctor.

- Okay, let's close him up.

[alarm blaring] - Doctor?

- BP's dropping.

- He's bleeding. - Vitals are weakening.

- No, it can't be. The implant is working.

Where is this blood coming from?

[blaring continues] - Doctor?

The left carotid's most likely ruptured.

- No, I didn't touch it. I wasn't even near it.

- You said there was radiation damage.

- Losing OX.

- It must have weakened the vascular wall.

- Doctor. - Blood pressure is dropping.

- Doctor, we need to do something.

- Doctor? - Losing oxygen.

- Doctor?

Paolo!

I can fix this.

- He needs to be stabilized.

[beeping and blaring continue]

- Suction? - Blood pressure is dropping.

* *

- Found it. Cautery.

[beeping and blaring continue]

* *

[monitor beeping] - BP is on the rise.

- He's stable.

Sutures for Dr. Macchiarini.

- You should close him.

[door closes]

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic classical music]

* *

- [speaking Russian] - [speaking Russian]

- [speaking Russian] - [speaking Russian]

All right, my love, this way.

- I was texting with Lizzi

about setting up our Skype call.

- Mm-hmm?

- And she specifically asked for you to jump on.

- Oh, she did? - Yeah.

You charmed her, you big charmer.

- [laughs]

- [speaking Russian]

- Pardon me.

Uh, compliments of the gentleman at the bar.

* *

- Thank you.

[chuckles]

- To you, to me, and to ice buckets, always.

- [chuckles] Cheers.

So who is our benefactor this evening?

- I shouldn't say. - Paolo, come on.

I protect sources for a living.

- He's a Russian oligarch, very connected.

No, don't look.

There is a network of high-profile patients,

celebrities, clergy, presidents

that are treated in secret, that I treat in secret.

Because of who they are,

I have to keep our arrangement quiet.

- Presidents, like U.S. presidents?

- [clears throat]

- Paolo Macchiarini, surgeon to the stars?

- [chuckles] - Okay.

I--Somebody's got to do it, right?

- Shh, they're coming. - Oh. [clears throat]

- Yulia, this is Benita Alexander.

- Paolo, good to see you. - It's nice to meet you.

[Benita chuckles]

[chuckles] If you're trying to impress me, Doctor,

it's--it's working.

- Yulia, my dear, for you, only the best.

- Uh, Paolo tells me you're a dancer.

- The best in Russia. - [scoffs]

- I met Andrej not long after I joined the Bolshoi.

- I saw her perform in "Swan Lake."

She was magnificent.

- I was only part of the corps de ballet, not the soloist.

- Still, I could not take my eyes off of her.

[both laugh]

- While I was on tour in London a few years ago,

I was involved in a horrible car accident.

- It's a miracle she's even alive.

- My windpipe was broken. My...

Everything was broken.

And it left me with this hole in my neck.

- I'm so sorry.

- The past is a lighthouse, not a port.

[chuckles] I found Dr. Macchiarini.

- Up until now, we have implanted

only patients for compassionate use,

those who otherwise would die.

But you have shown me that quality of life

is nearly as important as life itself.

- So this is an elective surgery?

- Yeah. - Mm.

A part of me

hopes it will allow me to dance again, but, mostly...

we have a two-year-old son, Sasha.

I want to play with him... [chuckles]

Sing him a lullaby.

- And you're the perfect candidate.

You're young, healthy,

no other medical issues that would complicate matters.

You-- you're ready.

- Mm. I really don't want to go to Sweden.

I wish you were set up to operate in Russia.

- Then I have great news for you.

Our colleague, Dr. Lasbrey, is setting up facilities

in Krasnodar as we speak.

Your procedure will launch our work here in Russia, Yulia.

You will have your operation here.

- [chuckles]

- [chuckles]

- To Dr. Paolo Macchiarini... - Ah.

- Our rock-star surgeon.

[all speaking Russian]

[dramatic music]

- Mm.

- You okay? - Mm-hmm.

- Yeah? - Yeah, I'm okay.

* *

[signal chiming]

- This ballet was first performed in 1871.

You know--

Are you okay?

- [groans] - Hey. Hey, hey, hey, my love.

- [wincing] - Hey, are you okay?

- I'm sorry. I don't think I can--

- No, no, no, we'll go home. No, we'll go. I text you.

No, she's-- I'll text you, okay?

Let's go. - Are you sure? Should I--

- Yes. Yeah, yeah.

* *

- You're getting worse.

You should have let me take you to the hospital.

- No, I just want to lie down.

[groaning]

- You're burning up. - Mm. I feel sick.

- Let me check something.

The surgical site is infected.

- What? There's no way. That was months ago.

It's got to be healed by now. - No, it's not.

- [groaning]

* *

- So--so what, antibiotics or something?

- No, it's too late for that.

You're in sepsis. I need to debride your wound.

Otherwise, you will go into shock.

- "Debride"? What does that mean?

- You're gonna be okay. - [groans]

[breathing heavily]

Do you trust me?

* *

- Mm-hmm.

* *

[breathing heavily]

[groaning]

* *

[groans loudly, breathing heavily]

[grunts, screams]

[applause]

- "Two months after transplantation,

"the patient is asymptomatic,

"breathes normally, and is tumor free.

"These results are evidence

"that a successful organ-regeneration strategy

has been accomplished."

[laughs] "And the procedure's success provides proof

of the viability of this approach."

[cheers and applause]

To Dr. Macchiarini, who dared to make the cut.

Cheers.

- To Andemariam Beyene,

who bravely risked his life for science.

Cheers.

And last but not least,

to The motherfucking "Lancet"

for publishing our research article.

Cheers! - Skol,Anders.

- Nathan, tack.

- So published in "The Lancet"--

you're halfway to a Nobel.

This is shit.

You'd think they would have sprung for better bubbly.

- Then feel free to steal someone else's.

- Fantastic. - Cheers.

- I'm surprised to see you here,

knowing how you feel about Dr. Macchiarini.

- Well, free champagne is free champagne--

or whatever this is. - Of course.

- You must all be on cloud nine.

- I'm excited, of course,

though I also have the feeling of--

What do you call it? Impostor's syndrome.

- Why?

You're running Macchiarini's rat trials.

- Which are still in progress.

Macchiarini included my name in the byline,

but I have yet to submit my results.

- Welcome to the world of scientific publishing.

As I recall someone once saying,

"Competition fuels progress."

- [chuckles]

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

* *

- Okay. - Here we go.

Watch out for the chair.

- [laughing] Yeah, but I can't watch anything.

Okay.

- Okay, you can open your eyes. - No.

- You said you wanted to start playing again.

- We can do a duet. - Wow.

Yeah, we can do a duet.

This is incredible. Thank you.

Careful with your stitches. - Aw.

- Love, come here.

Thank you so much. [smooches] Wow, this is so cool.

But first, I have to remember how to play.

- Oh, let me get my phone. - This is so cool.

Thank you.

[playing Chopin's "Nocturne Op. 9, No. 2"]

[laughs]

* *

[Benita chuckles]

* *

- * Knowing I'll be missing *

* Christmas Eve in my hometown *

- Thank you. - Mm.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah. Christmas, family...

holidays, you know?

- It makes you sad?

- Not really, not this year.

We feel like a family.

- You read my mind.

Lizzi.

- [breathes excitedly]

- Wait. Hold on.

What--what is going on? This feels like collusion.

* *

* Through dreams and just pretending *

* I'm there, and I'll be spending *

* Christmas Eve in my hometown *

- What do you say, Mom?

- What do you say?

- * In my hometown *

[laughter]

* *

[device whirring]

- Hey, come in. - Hello.

- Hi. Please come in.

Look...

Mr. Beyene sent it.

- Oh.

[indistinct chatter on cell phone]

- It's nice, isn't it? - Yeah.

- I wish our work always ended like that.

- Yes.

Thank you for sharing that with me.

- Sometimes it's nice to be reminded why we--

- Sacrifice.

- So you, too?

- Oh, you know, nothing big-- just girlfriends, children,

probably a few years off my life.

- Well, maybe we can build something together

that will make it all worthwhile.

- I think we can.

- The funding for our transplant research

is about to run out.

- I'm sure "The Lancet" article garnered some attention.

- Yes, we can capitalize on that momentum

to secure a new grant,

which will lead to more surgeries

and to more money.

- Around and around.

- Until we can expand...

globally.

The goal is six operations within the next three months.

[dramatic music]

- You can produce that many custom tracheas in that time?

- Yes, it can be done.

But we need more patients.

- Then let's find more patients.

* *

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