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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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