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♪♪

"You may have thought
I would forget,

"but I remember.

"The snow of the winter.
The rain of the spring.

"The sun of the summer.

"But always in the fall,
I miss you.

"In the fall,
I miss my dad.

"So visit me before the snow
falls all the fall away.

"I will wait for you
until everything is white.

"Also, I'm getting taller.

"People talk like
I will be tall like you.

Love, your girl...
Addy."

Mr. Stone?

(sighs)

All I did was
ask her to help me

bring her ma out
of the bathroom.

- What's the big deal, right?
- It's Mr. Stone.

So that's when her daughter
went in on me.

"I don't pay $7,000 a month
for my mother to live here

to do things like this."

Thank you.
Please!

- Hey!
- What?

Mr. Stone is gone.

Okay.

"Okay"?

We'll reach out
to any family.

He has family.

All right, then.

Sorry about that.
No, it's nothing.

Right.

- Jones.
- (male voice echoing) Jones.

Jones!

Hey.

What are you
still here for?

So his family's here?

No.

Yeah, they're on the way.
I'll wait.

They're still
in New York.

They don't want
to be involved.

So they know?

This family you're
imagining he has,

he imagined it too.

He got so good at it,
he even fell for it himself.

You can't expect me
to believe

that these children
are imaginary.

Then who are they?
Where did they come from?

Stone only knew
his family by mail.

Hmm, poor guy went through
a painful divorce.

Cost him everything.

You remember your pen pals
when you were young?

Neither do I.

♪ Do your best,
your very best ♪

♪ Try hard to understand ♪

♪ Out my head
into your hands ♪

♪ Out my head into your hands ♪

♪ You're good
at make-believe ♪

♪ Try harder to pretend... ♪

(sighs)
No.

Children.

That has to be easier
than old people.

Why do you say that?

I lost a patient today
who imagined he had kids.

I mean, he had them,
but he'd never even met 'em.

Yeah, I mean,
people can be crazy.

Not sure that's limited
to old people.

"Quod justum
non quod utile."

Is that Latin?

Would you put
that thing down?

Its rightful owner
is dead.

Yeah, I guess
you're right.

Family doesn't care,
so we don't.

Thank you.

You studied Latin.

What does it mean?

"Do what is right,
not what is easy."

Morning.
Though I shudder to think about

the minutes of sleep
you had last night.

- Where am I now?
- Cardiology ward.

You will now
complete your hours

in the transplant unit
overseen by me.

What is this?

Don't act
so overjoyed, Jones.

I'm really disappointed.

You care more
about the patients

than any student
I've ever had.

And trust me,
it's to a fault.

From now on, you will
look after someone

who has a chance in
the land of the living.

Maybe give them
the recovery

you want so badly
for... someone.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

You won your
lottery ticket.

Follow me.
I'll be back.

- Hey, Leigh.
- Hey.

Jones, I'd like
to introduce you

to Dr. Leigh Waters.

You've officially graduated
from hospice.

So we're setting up
on a rotation

with the transplant
candidates.

Set up the patient care
and charting.

Now, one older woman
in particular,

she does best
with young men.

- I think they remind her of...
- Her son.

Yeah, yeah,
but he actually died

in the car accident
that put her in here,

so you're the next
best thing she'll get.

And she needs
a transplant soon.

Chances are good,
so you might be

the difference for her.

Jones, aren't you excited?

She's gonna love you.

(siren wailing in distance)

Ah!
(gasps)

Oh, Mrs. Williams.

Hello.

(laughing)
You... You startled me.

I'm sorry, dear,
but I don't do well in hospitals.

May I sit?

Please, please.

Um, would you like
some water?

Coffee?

I could do
with some water.

I've been in the garden
all morning.

So, um...
how can I help you?

You know,
I'm really,

really happy
to see you here.

It's been a while
since you've visited Chris.

I'm not here
to visit him.

I'm not going
to do that yet.

My husband loves stories.

And if he's not able
to read literature on his own,

I would like him
to have someone

to sit with him
and read to him.

It would mean
the world to me.

♪♪

♪ Feeling ♪

♪ You're much too revealing ♪

♪ You know that I'm wrong,
know that I'm wrong ♪

♪ Know that I'm wrong... ♪

Oh, good.
Just the person I wanted to see.

There have been
some changes.

Come see me,
first thing tomorrow.

Okay?

Chris Williams.
Status 1B.

Chris Williams,
ambassador to Syria?

- That's the one.
- Attacked in the embassy.

What was that,
two years ago?

Islamic militants fired
a rocket at the building.

They stormed it,
setting it ablaze.

They killed his daughter,
raped his wife,

killed four other
Americans too.

They dragged him into the
street before help arrived.

I remember,
my father reported it.

Yeah, rather fitting
he'd need a new heart.

His has been
through enough.

When was the last time
he had a visitor?

Hmm...
It's been a while.

Is she still alive?
His wife, I mean.

I don't remember.

Brings her too much pain
to be here.

She lives a few hours away
in a suburb.

- Just doesn't visit.
- Who does?

You do.

I'll be back in a few so we
can go over his medications.

Oh, by the way, um,
he hasn't spoken a word

to anyone since she left.

He's mute?

He's willful.

Consider it
a bonus challenge.

Right.
What's his blood type?

The rarest.
That's the first challenge.

No one really thinks
recovery is possible.

Sherry had a feeling
you would.

Hi, Mr. Williams.

I'm Jones.

I'm here to make sure
you start feeling better.

These aren't really
looking too good, are they?

I wouldn't want 'em
around anymore.

That's better.

I also hear you like it
pretty dark in here,

but I think
light is good,

so why don't we give
a little bit a try?

There.

A little less depressing.

That's a nice picture.

That's your wife,
isn't it?

She's very pretty.

What's her name?

Alana?

(door clicks open)

Gentlemen.

How you guys doin'?
You gettin' along?

Thought you would.
You have a lot in common.

- Jones studied abroad.
- Hey.

We should go over
his medications.

Right.

Very nice meeting you,
Mr. Williams.

Call him Chris.
Watch the light.

- He likes it dark.
- Yeah.

I was just gonna
ease him into it.

And give him a migraine?
Please don't.

Sorry that took so long.

What happened here?

"Danger"?

Mr. Williams,
what's going on?

Tell me what
you're so afraid of.

Please, talk to me.
Why "danger"?

(Sherry)
"Danger"?

I was just gonna
read him a story,

but he's sleeping.

- You forgot your file.
- Thanks.

I'll check on you guys
again soon.

Hello.

(Jones)
It's for our class.

You... need a drink.

No, I don't.
School.

If perfectly ordinary children
make me want a drink,

you should be
an alcoholic.

Have you ever had
a patient whose parents

weren't as responsible
as they should be?

Because I've been
wondering if...

Look, we've talked
about this, Jones.

Less attached.
Just more detached.

- No, but imagine...
- Detach.

Haven't you ever felt
like a patient

under your care deserved
better than what he got?

Maybe his or her parents
were absent or neglectful.

Exactly!

That's how I feel
about this guy.

His family has been
through so much,

they don't wanna add
something new to the list.

And they don't have to.

And there's nothing
you can do about it.

(sighs) But if I can't
get through to him soon,

it's like hospice
all over again.

Are we still talking
about that ambassador guy?

The former ambassador,
yes.

Oh, my God.
This again.

If he's not ready for the
transplant, whose fault is that?

- Mine!
- What?

The U.S. government's
for not protecting his post.

He didn't get here alone.

You don't believe that.

Well, then it's
his family's fault.

His daughter
was murdered,

so it's really
his wife's fault

for leaving him
there to die.

He has no support.
He doesn't trust me.

I can't help him
if he doesn't trust me.

It's his fault.

He knows the dangers
of his post.

Plus he shouldn't get a transplant
if he's not ready for it.

Look, if he missed
his only chance,

you did your best.

You move on.

None of these people
are Dad.

Well, I wouldn't be
doing my best

if he loses
his only chance.

Jones?

I'm sorry
for being blunt.

Hey, when's
your next break?

Hey.

Uh, probably not
till 5:00.

- Until 5:00?
- Yeah, I've got a lot of work to do.

Good morning,
Mr. Williams.

Your flowers were dead,
so we got you some new ones.

Mr. Williams, you wrote
something in my book yesterday.

You wrote "danger"...
didn't you?

You are not
in any danger.

Why did you write that?

I don't know you
that well,

but I don't like seeing
you depressed like this.

It seems like you don't even
want a transplant anymore.

Is that true?

Why did you
change your mind?

I can't tell anyone
you wrote that.

We need to convince
the selection committee

that you're
mentally strong enough

to undergo a transplant.

You have to believe me,
or, unfortunately,

we can't get you a heart.

The hearts only go
to patients who are stable,

so we have to make sure that
everyone sees you in that light.

You were looking
at that picture yesterday

when you wrote
in my book.

Why do you keep
looking at her, Chris?

Do you feel like you're
a burden to your wife?

Is that why you're
doubting this transplant?

You believe your wife
is in danger?

It's okay.
It's okay.

Why don't we try
some light again?

It did you
some good yesterday.

Light makes people
have a good morning...

- (grunts)
- ...and a good day.

God!

(Chris screaming)

Christ! Shit!

- (screaming)
- (gunfire echoing)

It's fine!
You are not in any danger!

You are not
in any danger!

Not you, not Alana.
I'm here.

It's okay.
It's okay.

(shushing)
Chris, stop.

You know what, I think the
transplant unit is good for you.

At least you'll start smelling
less like dead people.

What about this?

The man,
he can't even speak,

and already he's leaving
cryptic messages.

How charming.

He can speak.
He just doesn't.

So he sounds like
a good listener.

Guess you can tell him anything
you want in confidence.

It's not like
it'll go anywhere.

How do I get him
to start talking?

Did it ever occur to you
that maybe you just shouldn't?

Thanks.

I mean,
who is he to you?

To be honest, the guy,
he sounds like...

a bit of a wacko.

There isn't any danger.

He has a private room.

Just finish your hours.

Get the hell out
of there.

What about the picture
of his wife?

What about it?

He's trying to warn me

that something
will happen to her.

Because a picture fell?

- He broke it.
- Right.

You know, maybe you
should've listened better

about his sensitivity
to light.

He stopped shaking
when it fell.

It was like he did it
on purpose.

It sounds like
an accident, man.

After all, the guy,
he's completely out of it, right?

- He can't even speak.
- He can speak.

- He just doesn't.
- Doesn't?

(sighs)

Hey, look,
I'm sorry, bro.

I gotta jet.

I can hear the kids
calling me from here.

I'll see you tonight.

See you tomorrow.

I'm staying
at Jenna's.

You told me that.

Get some sleep,
or, you know,

hang out with someone
who's not dying.

Either one.

Oh, and don't forget
about tomorrow.

- Be there by 2:00.
- Yeah.

♪♪

(Cynthia)
Isn't it crazy?

(Leigh)
What's that?

If he were
anyone else,

he would never be
given another chance.

- Hmm.
- The rich and privileged

will always live longer
than we will, right?

Excuse me.

Good morning, Chris.

Did you sleep well?

Yeah, me neither.

You see, my brother thinks,
since you're not talking,

I should tell you everything
I'm too afraid

to talk about
with other people.

(chuckles)

That way, I might get
a good night's sleep.

The night my dad left,
we were supposed

to have dinner
before his flight.

I forgot.

I was drunk.

So he flew to Syria
for a job.

He was a journalist.

You know, I kept thinking
he was on his way back.

I had memories
of him calling

and telling me he was
in London, Paris, Frankfurt.

"Just covering
another story.

"I'll be back
next week, Jones.

Can't wait for dinner."

But...
he never came back.

So... I just forgot.

You know?

Stopped pretending.

You have a lot
on your mind...

and I think you would feel
a lot better if...

you talked to me
about it.

♪♪

(indistinct chatter)

- Boo.
- (gasps)

Whoa.

Did you do
your codes?

Sort of.

My new patient is mute.

- Really?
- (scoffs)

How long?

Who's asking?

Oh, we, uh... we had

organic chem lab
together.

Do you remember?

Lucy.
Lucy Clark.

Ah, so you do have
a good memory.

Um...

Jones Berg.

Oh, you remember me too.

Yeah.

It's, uh,
on your nametag.

(woman) Miriam's family is
thrilled about the transplant,

and as they should be.

I mean, she's made
tremendous strides.

They are ready
to support her.

Which bring us to, uh,
Christopher Williams.

He has failed
every psychological exam,

and he is not speaking
to hospital staff.

Have you seen
any progress?

We haven't seen any change.

No, and his wife paid us
a disturbing visit.

I have a patient I would
really like to get in 216.

He has a remarkable spirit.

Like Miriam's,
his family is behind him 100%.

Mr. Williams has been here

for nearly a year
with no growth.

He actually has worsened.

Well, I'm sorry,
that is not your decision.

- Who's with my patient?
- A psychiatrist.

- This is routine?
- It's an evaluation.

Am I running out of time?

Not time, no.

Jones, this is
his decision.

He said he doesn't want
a transplant?

We knew this would
be a challenge.

I'm sorry, Jones.

I mean,
he's still not talking.

Maybe he changed his mind
about wanting this.

We wanted you to
get through to him, but...

So you're
moving him home?

If he doesn't want
the transplant anymore...

we need to
find out why, okay?

And if he has changed
his mind, then, yes,

we will send him home.

♪♪

(drawer closes)

♪♪

Hi.

When did you first learn

that your husband
needs a new heart?

You have that on your
timeline, I'm sure.

I was hoping I could
hear it from you.

Where do I begin
to answer that question?

He's needed one
for a while, I suppose,

but I think after
his stroke, in April.

May I ask why
you no longer visit?

I believe it hurts him
very deeply.

I believe
it's hurting his recovery.

The other day,
he wouldn't stop shaking

until your picture
fell over.

The picture
at his bedside.

Now it's broken,
he won't even speak.

Chris believes
he's still in danger.

I think he believes you are
in danger, Mrs. Williams.

I don't really know why.

I was hoping you could
convince him

that you're safe
so he starts speaking again,

then becomes
more rational.

Otherwise he'll never survive
a transplant,

which is a demanding process,
to say the least.

It's very hard on me
being around him.

It's very difficult
to be around somebody

who's so convinced
that they're in danger

when I'm trying so hard
to feel safe.

He's been like this
for a while.

Oh, yes.
(chuckles)

He thinks he's being
watched, followed.

He'll never be
the same.

And I want so very much
to be the same.

I guess that
makes me selfish.

I think if he knew
you were all right...

Well, I'm not
completely fixed,

but I'm not
in any danger.

Could you tell him that?

If I can't
stabilize him soon,

the hospital will take him
off the transplant list,

which means your husband will
die before he even has a chance.

- His blood type is very...
- Rare. I know that.

So could you tell him

that you're not
in any danger?

It's complicated.

Mrs. Williams, I've been working
in hospice for six months,

so there's a lot I will do
to see a patient live.

I graduated 4.0 pre-med
at an ivy league school.

I assure you I will succeed
with your husband.

Complicated works for me.

Remember that.

You should go now.

(door opens and closes)

♪♪

(indistinct chatter
in background)

I waited for you.

What happened?

Sorry, Miles.

I didn't wanna go.

Didn't wanna go?

You were there.

(chuckling)
You saw that?

Look, I just don't need another
reminder right now that Dad is gone.

Right, that's why you
drove all the way

to the cemetery to meet me.

Doesn't have to
make sense to you.

(sighs)

We all have regrets
about how he passed.

You missing the dinner
that night made no difference.

Yet you're still
thinking about it.

(laughing)

That's ridiculous.

No, it's true.
I can tell.

It's why you can't just relax,
have a drink.

It's why you're getting
inappropriately close to your patients.

Work's just... work.

You don't have to fix it.

Hey, I'm about
to go work all night.

I thought we were here
to just chill.

- Can we just chill?
- All right, we can chill.

Let's chill.
I just think it's messed up

that you couldn't even
get out of the car.

Okay, so you're
finally done?

I know you think
what I'm doing is too risky

or too personal or too much
or indicative of something

about myself,
but get this, Miles.

I'm really good
at what I do.

You could really learn
a little something

from what I'm doing
with this guy.

Right, so all that stuff
in boxes in your room,

that's what makes you
so good at what you do?

What are you doing
in my room?

(scoffs)
Why does it matter?

Don't go
in my room again.

You know, what is
all that stuff anyway?

How much of it would
get you fired if it were found?

Some of it
or all of it?

I wanted to be there
today, okay?

But I needed to do something
and I'm running out of time.

You're supposed to help that guy
get a transplant.

And if he doesn't want it,
you're supposed to help him die.

I'm not doing that again.

He would've wanted you
there today.

He didn't hold grudges.

It's over?

He doesn't want
the transplant.

How much time
do I have?

Could I have until
the end of the week?

He'll be moved
in the morning.

He'll be moved home?

To hospice.

Family doesn't want
to be involved.

Why hospice?

He's gotten a lot worse.

Almost seems like
he lost his soul.

His appetite is
practically nonexistent.

His liver is failing.
A kidney will be next.

His gut isn't getting
enough blood.

His shortness of breath
has worsened

because he can't
get rid of water.

Please, I would like
a little more time.

Give me until
the end of the week.

We had until the end
of the week.

That was last week.

I need more than just a few
weeks to make a difference.

Sometimes that's all we get.

He'll be gone tomorrow.

Don't count on it.

Are you feeling
all right?

I just found out
that my patient

isn't gonna make it
after all.

I'm sorry.

I saw you
the other night,

how you waited
for Mr. Stone's family

until morning.

Mr. Stone was a good one.

I really appreciated
that you did that.

(chuckling)
Good.

That makes one whole person
who appreciated it then.

It's that ambassador,
right?

He was the ambassador
to Syria.

That didn't work out
for him so well.

So he's still not
speaking to anyone?

Not a word.

Well, maybe that's how
he feels comfortable.

And maybe you can't
fix everything.

Where is he now?

It's his last night here.

They're gonna move him
in the morning.

Not until morning?

I was hoping
he would stay longer.

Hey, I gotta go.

Thanks again
for looking after Mr. Stone.

Listen, it seems to me, like,
if you want him to last here,

you've got one more chance
tonight to try.

Make it a good one.

Chris, they're moving you
first thing in the morning.

They say you don't want
a transplant.

Your wife called.

She's not happy about it.

She's not ready
to visit regularly again,

but she definitely expected
more from you than this.

Work with me and we might
still have a chance.

But if you don't trust me,
Chris, you will die.

So trust me.
Talk to me.

Just say anything.

Say anything.

- Anything.
- (gasps)

You asshole.

I don't want
the transplant.

Do you understand
your situation?

Thank you for caring
about my life,

but that is something
we do not share.

Oh, pretend you don't care
about your life,

which is very poetic,
but you will be dead

if you don't make
the selection committee

believe in you,
and that is very real.

After all of these one-sided
conversations we've had,

though I'm sure you can
handle a transplant, Chris,

if you go for it,
I'm standing here alone

in your corner,
hanging on by a thread.

Probably can't handle it.

You can and you will
because it's your only way back

to the world
outside of this room.

Isn't that what you want?

Your wife doesn't feel safe
with you like this.

She's not safe.

I said she doesn't feel safe.
Of course she is.

(scoffs)
How would you know?

She's not safe.

She's better off
without me.

You're not a burden
to anyone.

We wanna see you better.

You don't know
what I see.

I see your vitals
and they're getting worse.

They say your kidneys
will fail next

after your liver.

You need a new heart
or you will die.

Is that what you want?

- Maybe.
- Don't answer that.

What about everything
with the picture?

She shaking?
The light?

What the hell
were you doing?

I don't like the light.

Well, that's because
you're depressed.

But you know what I say?

I say it's good for you.

Why did you write "danger"
in the book?

Who is in danger?

Sometimes I wanna talk,

but I didn't know
who you were.

I didn't know
if they sent you.

That sounds paranoid.

I'm just a med student
trying to help.

My wife is in danger.

Remember how you were
supposed to start

convincing people that you're
psychologically stable?

(sighs) My wife is in danger
whether you like it or not.

Whether or not you're
convinced is unimportant.

What do mean,
she is in danger?

- Help me...
- I heard them say they wanna kill her.

You can't expect me to believe
that anyone is after her.

I hear she lives
in a suburb.

She sounds fine.

I understand
what you've been through,

but it's time to move on.

Your wife would want you to,

so you stay on the list,
get a heart,

and then deal with the
consequences of a transplant,

which are very serious.

My wife is in danger.

They said
they would kill her.

They will come
and kill her.

I can't protect her.

I'm better off dead.

Chris...

Shit.

♪♪

(indistinct chatter)

- He's talking.
- What?

We need to do
another evaluation.

Can you give us
a minute, please?

What did he say?

Well, you're not gonna like
what he's saying,

but he's totally lucid.

It's enough to warrant
another evaluation.

Says who? Okay,
you're here to learn, not teach.

And also, today was the second
evaluation with the psychiatrist.

Sherry brought you in
after the first.

Then we need a third.
We need a third evaluation.

I already signed
the papers.

- He's being transferred.
- I know.

But could you just
take a look,

so you can see
what I'm seeing?

It won't make
a difference.

Can't take
my signature back.

(Cynthia)
You need to let this go.

I don't know why he's doing
this, but he can talk just fine.

Like when he told
the psychiatrist

that he didn't want
a transplant anymore?

He told me
he changed his mind.

So why is he asleep?

The meds.

He's not gonna be
on those anymore.

He's unfit
for a transplant.

I wanted Chris
to get a heart too,

but it's not gonna work.

Even if this conversation
between the two of you

actually did happen,
it doesn't matter.

What's wrong?

He's gone.

- The former ambassador?
- Yeah.

Thought they said they were
gonna give you more time.

They were until
they weren't.

Well, better for you anyway.

How about that drink?

- Yeah, sure.
- No.

I want the real stuff.

Okay.

- (laughing)
- Shot!

Easy there.

I've been easy there.

- Shot.
- All right.

Few more, few more.

Wait, this one's for you.

You do your job.
You leave it at the office.

You come home,
have a beer.

That's hard work.

- Thanks, man.
- To you.

(sighs)
It's funny though.

What, you drinking after,
what, a year of being sober?

That's wild.

No, I actually had him
talking today.

He was speaking to me.
We had a conversation.

Are you sure about that?

Why do people
keep asking me that?

Well, you remember
when you used to say

you were having
conversations with Dad,

after the accident?

Why do you always say
it was an accident

when it was
really a car bomb?

You used to say
that he was

in your room,
talking to you.

He was.

I mean,
it seemed like he was.

It's not uncommon
for people

dealing with trauma
to have those moments.

You ever thought about maybe
goin' back on your medications?

Maybe that'll
help you detach.

Sorry, I shouldn't
have said that.

No, shouldn't have.

Look, I know what
I heard today.

We had a conversation.
It was real.

I'm going to bed.

♪♪

(man)
You can't punish those

who do not understand
their grief.

(echoing) ...who do not
understand their grief.

...do not understand
their grief.

You yourself didn't
understand yours.

(echoing)
...didn't understand yours.

♪♪

Don't torture yourself,
Jones.

(echoing)
Don't torture yourself, Jones.

Don't torture yourself,
Jones.

Let yourself
off the hook.

(echoing)
Let yourself off the hook.

Let yourself
off the hook.

♪♪

(horn honking)

(man, echoing) I'm proud of you.
I'm proud of you.

- And it's time...
- (horn honking)

What the hell, Jones?!
You're sleepwalking again!

Come on.
Let's go inside.

Come on.
It's all right.

Jones... it's been a while.

Yeah.

You're lucky.
These were almost expired.

Uh...

Oh... lucky.

(muttering)

Have you taken
this medication before?

Oh, I gave you
the in-building discount.

Forgot about that.

It's still too much.

Keep the change.

♪♪

Hey.
He's been waiting for you.

What are you
talking about?

Chris is asking
to speak with you.

Why is he still here?

They're running behind.
They can't move him today.

What about the blinds?

He requested more light.

- He did what?
- (laughs)

He's a completely
different person today.

I... I don't know
what's going on,

or why you two
are so attached.

- What else did he say?
- Nothing.

Just... Just that he was
waiting for you.

You better go.

Was she here?

Who?

Jones?

No one.

See him watching me...
time to time.

Oh, boy.

Who do you see?

(Chris)
Loitering around the hospital.

Spying on me.

Telling them what
they need to know.

He's not here today,
but he was here yesterday.

He'll be back.

I'll be waiting.

That's good.
Let this all out

before the psychiatrist
gets here,

because she'll be asking you
about your support system,

people you trust, you know...
positive stuff.

They're flexing.

Who's "they"?

He's from al-Jarrah.

He looks Middle Eastern.

Mid-40s.

He's got a thick beard.

♪♪

What?

Wait, y-y-you've seen him,
haven't you?

Open.

Water.

You know, they're gonna
be watching you now.

See, that's what
I wanted to avoid.

That's why I wouldn't talk.

This is ridiculous.
Just listen to yourself.

Chris, I don't believe
you're in any danger.

But let's say, for a second,
I did, hypothetically.

What would you
want me to do?

♪♪

I want you to watch
over my wife, all right?

I want you
to-to watch her,

'cause they're gonna try
to kill her first before me,

just like they killed
our daughter in front of me.

They want
to get me back.

You can't say things
like that.

- I'll stop, okay?
- You'll stop if what?

I will pass the evaluation
if you watch over her.

I'll... I'll pay you.

This isn't about
an evaluation.

You have to commit to the
entire process for this to work.

That means no more
paranoid Chris.

You're lucid when you wanna be,
so I know you have a choice.

Will you talk with a psychiatrist
about a support system?

If you move in.

Whoa, who said anything
about living with her?

No, it's a proper job.
I said I will pay you.

Pass your evaluation.

So you'll do it?

- I'll consider it.
- No, no.

Do we have a deal?

♪♪

Hey, what are you
doing here?

Oh, I took off early,
you know?

- I think I'm moving out.
- What?

That seems like
a natural progression.

Well, you know how
our lives have been full

of natural progressions.

It's for a job.
It's a good job.

It's a live-in position.

Did you pick up
your medication?

(pill bottle rattling)

♪♪

What's happening?

We don't know yet.

Be patient.

What if he's doing what
he did to me, playing dumb?

- Should I go in there?
- No, Jones.

Why don't you
have a seat?

(clears throat)

Thank you, thank you
for seeing our patient again.

Chris's caregiver and we really
appreciate your hard work.

Yes, I do.
Thank you.

Sure, well, I would like
to see Chris fulfill

his original intent of
completing the transplant.

He has shown true signs

of authentic
psychological improvement.

So I see no reason for
myself to stand in his path.

I would like to give him

another chance
at the transplant.

- We share that opinion.
- Yes, thank you very much.

He did mention
something else.

He said he
couldn't complete

the transplant
without Jones.

So we need to make sure
Jones stays at his post

for a bit longer than
medical students usually do.

He said that he wanted
to make sure Jones completes

whatever it is that Jones
said he would do.

When I asked him
to elaborate,

he refused to answer.

He said
Jones already knew.

Do you know what
he's talking about?

♪♪

♪ Weren't we everything
they wanted? ♪

♪♪

♪ Laughing in the faces
of everyone... ♪

This can't be
a good idea.

This is the perfect job.
I get the hours I need

to go back to med school while
caring for someone who has a chance.

When you get sick
of old people,

just promise me
you'll call.

They're not that old.

What's your problem
with old people?

When you get sick of it,
you know what to do.

Yeah, I'll call, okay?

No staying in
on weekends.

Don't play Bingo.
No Scrabble.

She's gonna want to play Bridge...
they always do.

They say it's good
for the memory.

Don't play Bridge.
Golf is okay.

Golf is okay?

You can play golf.

I'm allowed
to play golf.

Got it.

Little going-away present.

I love you, man.

You too.

Mrs. Williams,
it's Jones!

Mrs. Williams,
I'm here!

Mrs. Williams?

♪♪

Mrs. Williams,
I'm here!

♪♪

Hello?

(keys clang)

♪♪

- (glass shatters)
- Whoa, I'm sorry.

Are you okay?

Oh, it's not your fault
I startle easily.

- You were... you...
- It's always been that way.

Please, just leave it.

I'll get it later.

You were gardening?

Yeah, trying to get 'em
in the ground

before the rain comes in.

The front yard
looks perfect.

Oh, I hope it's not
too obvious

that I've been
making up for lost time.

Gardening is just something
I haven't had time for.

Well, if you ever need an extra
pair of hands, I'm willing.

You've done so much
for us already.

I never would've
asked you to do this.

My husband always expects
so much from people.

It's all right.

Well, he never would've
given up until you said yes.

That's just the way he is.

A lot like
my dad actually.

Oh, does he live
around here?

I live with my brother.

Well, that must make
your parents happy.

We never knew our mother.

She left when we
were very young.

And, well...

my dad died
two years ago.

Oh... I'm sorry.

Well, we'll have to get
to know each other better.

Why don't I show you
your room?

There's a very nice view.

I thought you'd want
your privacy.

You're doing us
such a favor.

Chris said to give you
a lot of light,

so I thought this
would be nice.

This is excellent.
Thanks.

Your bathroom is down the hall.
I'll show you.

In here.

Perfect.

Good.

What's in there?

(Alana)
Oh, we don't use that room.

Why? What is it?

Well, it's practically
a storage room.

I... we have our daughter's
belongings in there.

We never did wanna
get rid of them,

so we put 'em in there.

Of course.

It's okay.

Your towels are
in your room.

I left vitamins for you.
This is a healthy house.

You have to take
either your vitamins

or the vitamins
I leave you.

See you downstairs.

♪♪

(knock at door)

♪♪

(knocking continues)

- Oh... hi.
- Hi.

I had told Alana
I would be here at 4:00

with her documents.

You are...?

I'm Jones.
I'm caring

for her husband Chris
over at Grace.

Oh, terrific.

Well, it's nice
to meet you, Jones.

You too.

Is she here?

I had thought so,
but I called her.

She must have gone out.
Would you like to wait?

Uh, no, I was just hoping
to get some face time with her

- since she hasn't been to my new office.
- Oh...

Uh, could you just make sure
that she gets these?

- Of course.
- All right.

Well, it was nice
to meet you, Jones.

Just tell her I'll try her
on her cell later.

Something for you?

Someone named Carrie
was here to give you this.

Oh... Carrie, mm-hmm.

She said she would
try you later.

Good.
Thanks.

♪♪

Call Alana.

(phone line trilling)

(Alana on recording)
Please leave a message.

- (voicemail beeps)
- Hi, Alana.

Let's try this again.
I don't know how you do it,

living in a dead zone.

Anyway, I am so sorry
that I missed you.

Did you forget
I was coming by today?

Um, I left the documents

with your husband's caregiver,
I think,

if you could just
confirm receipt.

And also, don't forget,
I need Chris's signature

in addition to yours,
as discussed.

All right, have a great rest
of your weekend,

and I hope to see you soon.

Bye-bye.

♪♪

Would you like
a glass of red wine?

It's good
for your heart.

I have water.

Are you sober?

(chuckles)

Why do you say that?

I've become very good
at reading people.

I stopped drinking
when my father passed away.

There were other ways
I had to deal with it.

That sounds wise.

A toast.
To good health.

Good health.

(golf ball thuds on floor)

"The beauty of February
was lost on me that day,

"riding in the ambulance
on the way to the hospital.

"I had done that before,

"but never
in the month of February,

"which I usually spent
with my wife

"in the apple orchards
near our vacation home.

"I'd been diagnosed
two years earlier

"with a cardiomyopathy,
a disease of the heart muscle.

"After my diagnosis,
I spent three weeks

"in a hospital bed.

"My doctor would then
tell me my only option

"was to enter
a heart transplant program.

"But that Valentine's Day
would hold my greatest news

since my diagnosis."

Did you tell my wife
that I love her?

She knows.

Chris, have you spoken
with your financial advisor?

No. Why?

No reason.

I've just been seeing
around the house.

Yeah? So?

She's good-looking.

(chuckles)

Yeah.

"The pieces began
fitting together,

and slowly I came
face-to-face..."

He waited for you.

Excuse me?

You missed your visit.

Oh... I really wasn't
feeling up to it.

It doesn't matter if you're
not feeling up to it.

He needs a support system.
You said you would

be that for him,
so I took this job.

I'm sorry if there was
some confusion.

(sighs)

You have no intention of
being there for your husband.

So what
am I doing here?

When you've been through
something like we have,

it just...
it really takes time.

Please take that
to the garbage bin.

♪♪

(gasps)

This isn't the number
we talked about.

I thought you deserved
a little extra

until I'm feeling
more amenable

to lending a hand
with my husband.

I'm not comfortable
with that.

This situation
is strange enough.

Why are you
throwing money at me?

All right, then,
I'll adjust next week.

Consider it an advance
is all.

Thank you.

Won't you endorse it,
Jones?

Why?

Well, so I can be assured
that you'll take it this time.

I made a mistake.
I'm sorry.

Now I feel embarrassed.

Please endorse it.

Please?

I think she might
actually be waiting.

For him to get higher
on the list?

Waiting for him to die.

(chuckling)

Bro, just because
she doesn't like

the squirrels
in her garden,

doesn't mean she has it out
for her husband.

He's from money.

Thank you.

Texas oil
and gas money.

Big, unbelievably big money.

Have you been drinking?

Not as much as you
on an average Tuesday.

All right, look, what...
what are you gettin' at?

All these problems
he's had,

they're not afforded
by a government employee.

So I did
a little digging.

They are worth so much money,
you would not believe.

Well, he is, at least.

More than us
with Dad's death insurance?

(scoffs)
That money is gone.

What do you think
made you a pediatrician?

Please, we do fine.

Easy for you to say.

My student loan payments
come every week.

I'm only halfway through.

(sighs)

Well, it looks like
you'll be doing just fine now.

That's double the amount
we talked about.

That means
she feels guilty.

Like, is this guilt money?

Only if you
feel guilty about it.

I would rather she visit him
than overpay me.

It looks like
she would rather

overpay the shit out of you
by a long shot.

I can't accept this.

Jones, if you don't
accept that money,

I will kill myself.

That's not funny.

Wait.

Jones!

(scoffs)

♪♪

I wish you wouldn't
salt the food

before you've tasted it.

What does it matter?

Well, it's an insult
to the chef,

and it's not good
for your blood pressure.

And while you're living
in this house,

I have to make sure
you're healthy.

Maybe you shouldn't worry
about my blood pressure.

Maybe you should
worry about your husband's.

It's terrible.

I will worry about my husband
in the way that I like.

Or just not at all?

His vitals get worse
every day.

You have no idea
what I've seen.

I do.

My father died...
near you, in Damascus.

You had been evacuated.

It was a car bomb.

You never told me that.

If I could make a difference now
to keep him alive,

I would do it,
no matter the pain it cost.

I'm going to sleep.

You haven't asked
to be excused.

You haven't even touched the
food that I prepared for you.

I said you haven't asked
to be excused.

(Jones)
Good night.

♪♪

♪♪

(man) Don't blame yourself for
today, Jones.

(voice echoing)

You did everything
you could.

(echoing)
You did everything you could.

♪♪

I couldn't be prouder
of my son.

Jones?

What are you doing
out here?

Ah!

Were you sleepwalking?

What are you doing up
so early?

Uh, it's 9:00.

I-I have to go to work.

Well, the coyotes
came around last night.

Will you place these
at my husband's bedside, please?

Yeah.

I'm sure he'll like these.

Oh, there's nothing like
a new morning.

Brand-new day.

Weeping may last
for the night,

but joy comes
in the morning.

Yeah.

I gotta go.
I'll see you tonight.

Okay.

♪♪

- Hello.
- Hi.

I'm sorry to bother you
unannounced.

It's Jones, right?

Could you give us
a minute, please?

Thanks.

How can I help you?
Is everything all right with Mr. Williams?

He's doing much better.
Yeah.

That's great to hear.

How lucky he is
to have someone like you.

I guess I was also hoping
he would have family

who... cared.

Are you referring to Alana?

Do you ever get the feeling
that something is wrong

between them?

That she could be doing more
to help him recover,

but she won't?

Not necessarily.

I'm not sure it's our place
to judge a family

who survived an embassy attack
the way they did.

I guess I was wondering why you
were at the house last weekend

with power of attorney
documents.

She hasn't seen him
in months.

He's becoming the perfect
candidate for a transplant.

I don't understand why
she should be drafting

those kind of documents
when she's been uninvolved.

Unfortunately, Mr. Jones,

I'm not able
to discuss that with you.

There's hope.
I just wanted you to know that.

That is great to hear.
I've been meaning to make it over there.

- You should.
- (phone ringing)

Yes?

All right, yes,
patch her through.

Hi, Alana.

No, that's all right.
I was just sad to miss you.

I was just thinking
about you and Chris

and I wanted to say thank you
for the flowers.

Be careful.

Did you play tennis
with Chris in Damascus?

Oh, yes, but tennis
in Damascus is dangerous.

(chuckling)
Isn't everything?

True.

All of my rackets
are so old.

You can use
Chris's racket.

(Jones)
"When Dr. Benson left,

"I called my wife
to tell her the news.

"I had been waiting to share
good news with her

"since the day I set foot
in the hospital.

"My status had improved
and my name was

"on the waiting list
for a heart transplant.

"That day,
I knew everything would change

"because I had something
I hadn't had before.

"I had hope,
and we felt it together.

"Now she knew that any day
the call might come.

"How I hated
getting her hopes up,

"but what a difference
hope made.

"And I wanted to make sure
she would be ready

for the waiting game..."

(grunts)
Give these stories a rest, okay?

What would you like
to talk about?

Where am I on the list?

Your status
has changed to 1A.

It's the highest.

Highest as in...
closest to one

or farthest to one?

(chuckles)

It's close.

Uh-huh.

Well, that's good.

Yeah, it's the highest
priority status.

Mmm, what makes someone
a priority?

There are
several factors.

How long one has waited.

How sick.

One's blood type.

Hmm, I don't know.
My blood type is rare.

A little.

Are you starting
to care about your life?

(scoffs)

(clears throat)
Where are those pills?

We don't have any idea

if the heart
will actually work.

This is
really good news.

He's finally starting to ask
about his medications,

show a real interest
in the process.

It's not good news, yet.

So what happened?

A donor with the same
blood type

just fell off his motorcycle
outside of Houston.

Should I notify Alana?

Alana?
Who's Alana?

His wife.

Mrs. Williams,
I mean.

You two are on
a first-name basis?

- You're gonna want to see this.
- Oh, thank you.

It's complicated.

I'm trying to get her
to be his support system.

It's hard for her
to look at him

without seeing all the pain
of the embassy attack.

Yeah, well, you're not
a social worker

or a psychologist,
so, no,

you should not
tell her anything.

I feel like
she should be here.

Here is the information
on the heart.

Should be here tonight.
Just be ready.

♪♪

- We got a heart!
- What?

The heart, we got it.
It's on its way from Texas.

Blood type O, the rarest.
I knew this would happen.

What does that mean?

He's being prepped
for the transplant.

It's happening tonight.

- You should be there.
- Right now?

You should be there
as much as you can.

If the transplant
doesn't go well,

this could be
your last time together.

Oh...

I understand.

I gotta go.
I gotta head back.

You should answer
your phone.

Jones, will you drive
an old lady to the hospital?

We're going
to go see him.

He'll be surrounded
by doctors today.

I want you to be
ready for that.

They'll be moving him
to an operating room

where the transplant
will happen tonight.

I don't know what
I'm gonna say to him.

It really doesn't matter.

You're already saying
enough by going inside.

No, I don't think
I can do this.

- I'm sorry.
- You can do it.

You sure?

Walk inside with me.

Okay, Jones.

♪♪

What are they doing
to him?

It's all right.
It's time.

Where are they
taking him?

The operating room is
just down the hall, okay?

Is the heart here?

(chuckles)
Yes.

Oh, thank God.

Okay?

Thanks, Jones.

(Cynthia)
It's a graft failure.

The body is
rejecting the heart.

The body is rejecting the heart
because it's foreign.

- We can treat that.
- No, no, you don't understand.

The heart isn't
pumping normally.

It's not functioning.
It will never function.

How is that possible?

I said this
might happen.

What do you mean?

It was all on paper.
The right blood type, everything.

It was perfect.
I saw it.

He'll be on mechanical
circulatory support now.

- She won't understand.
- It happens.

I need you
to come with me.

You're gonna
have to tell her.

I told you to wait.

♪♪

What is it?

What happened?

The heart is pumping
irregularly.

He's going on
a mechanical device.

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

You cannot tell me
this is a false alarm.

There's no heart?
There's no heart?

It failed
in his body.

It's called
a graft failure.

It just wasn't
a good match.

You told me he was
gonna be all right!

I can't go through this again!
I can't! I can't!

Why did you do this to me?!
Why did you do this to me?!

♪♪

I'm sorry.

♪♪

It's not your fault.

I wish things
could've worked out,

but he still
has a chance, so...

I think it's best
I plan for the worst.

Yeah.

I used to always plan
for the best.

And now...

I think
it's better not to.

(vehicle approaching outside)

- Hello.
- Come in.

Thank you.

How's it going?

- These are for you.
- Thank you.

I don't think she'll want
to see you, sorry.

We've had a long night.

Oh?

A heart became available,
so they tried,

but... it failed.

I'm so sorry.

Is there still a chance?

There's still
a chance, but...

well, I got her
to the hospital,

and she's
really shaken up.

I feel responsible.

I went too far.

I don't think so.

(chuckles)

How is that?

I was thinking about
what you said,

about something
being wrong,

about how she reacted.

I don't know anymore.
I think I was wrong.

Between you and me,
I don't think so.

Anyway, it was good to see you,
and thank you for these.

I'll go see Chris tomorrow.
Good night.

♪♪

♪♪

(Alana, voice echoing)
This is a healthy house.

You have to take
either your vitamins

or the vitamins I leave you.

Would you like
a glass of red wine?

It's good for your heart.

It's an insult
to the chef,

and it's not good
for your blood pressure.

(echoing) ...blood pressure.
...blood pressure.

- Miles, it's me.
- (Miles on phone) It's 3:00 in the morning.

They chose me.
This wasn't a mistake.

Mistake?

Miles?

Miles?

(gagging)

(coughs)

♪♪

- Oh, thank God.
- (tires screeching)

Help! Help me!

(engine revs)

(body thuds)

♪♪

- Miles, right?
- Yeah.

This is the last of your
brother's belongings.

And, uh,
for what it's worth,

your brother would be
really happy to know

that he saved a life.

Why do you say that?

You didn't know that your
brother was an organ donor?

Well, not really, no.

He had the same blood type
as his last patient.

- Type O?
- Yes.

They were
the same body type.

Same size.
A perfect match.

Again, I'm sorry
for your loss.

♪♪

- Excuse me.
- Oh, pardon me.

Hello again.

I knew he was on medication,

but I had no idea it could lead
to such a horrible accident.

Doctor,
directed donation form.

You've seen
the document he left?

(heart monitor beeping)

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♪ Head over heels I go,
I go, I go ♪

♪ Head over heels we go ♪

♪ Head over heels she goes ♪

♪ I go, I go ♪

♪ Way down in the deep end ♪

♪ Don't you see me?
Don't you see? ♪

♪ Crawling on my knees ♪

♪ Babe, please believe me ♪

♪ That I'll never let you go,
my love ♪

♪ No, I'll never let you go ♪

♪ My love ♪

♪ Tattooed, tattooed ♪

♪ Permanently placed on you ♪

♪ No more defense ♪

♪ Correction pens ♪

♪ No more running
from the truth ♪

♪ And I will ♪

♪ Head over heels I go ♪

♪ Head over heels I go,
I go, I go ♪

♪ Head over heels we go ♪

♪ Head over heels she goes ♪

♪ I go, I go ♪

♪ Way down in the deep end ♪

♪ Don't you see me?
Don't you see? ♪

♪ Crawling on my knees ♪

♪ Babe, please believe me ♪

♪ That I'll never let you go,
my love ♪

♪ Oh, darling ♪

♪ Slow, darling ♪

♪ No, darling ♪

♪ I'll never let you go ♪

♪ No, I'll never
let you go, yeah ♪

♪ Oh, darling ♪

♪ Slow, darling ♪

♪ No, darling ♪

♪ I'll never let you go ♪

♪ No, I'll never let you go ♪

♪ Oh, darling ♪

♪ Slow, darling ♪

♪ No, darling ♪

♪ I'll never let you go ♪

♪ No, I'll never let you go ♪

♪♪

♪ My love ♪

♪♪