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[Mina] Previously on The Resident…

Tell me about your mom.

-Nic.
-Mom or dad, you pick.

[Conrad] Parents split,
my dad kept me from my mom.

And then she passed away, you know that.

[Bell] The love of my life.

Turned out to be a psychopathic doctor
who poisoned her own patients.

Oh, come on, Bell, we all know
you're the most eligible bachelor.

-Jessie.
-I screwed up.

-Look at me, what did you take?
-[Irving] What's going on?

My sister. She OD'd on oxy.

-She could've died.
-Eight months clean.

Happiest I've been in forever.

Just like that I threw it all away.

We got to get you better
for good this time.

Whatever it takes.

[voice shaking] I'm such a liability.

[indistinct conversation]

[lullaby music playing]

[music stops]

[knocking]

[kids] Trick or treat!

[dog barking distantly]

[dog barking, howling]

[dog continues barking]

[kid's voice] Trick or treat.

[loud creaking]

[baby crying]

[lullaby music playing]

[crying continuing]

[kid's voice echoing] Trick or treat.

[creaking]

[tapping]

[distorted voices]

Oh, please.

[whimpering]

[crying, panting]

[exclaims]

Oh… oh, God.

[exclaims] No!

[distorted voices]

[screaming]

No!

-No, no!
-She's having an episode.

-What's her name?
-Laurie Dante.

[crying hysterically]

-Laurie, can you hear me?
-[Devon] You're okay.

Two of Lorazepam I-M for sedation. Go, go.

She must've dozed off.
She said she hadn't slept in days.

-[Laurie crying] Oh, make them stop.
-Hey, Laurie.

Laurie. You're okay. You're safe.

[gasping]

-Hey. Laurie.
-[gasps]

[Devon] You're in the hospital.

We'll take care of you, okay?

[crying hysterically]

Let's admit her to the fifth floor.

-And page Conrad, stat.
-Okay.

[continues crying]

[opening theme music playing]

Guess what this is?

I know what that is.

Yeah, but have you ever tasted it,
the chocolate, caramel, nougat?

You're hilarious.

Let's break some rules, Conrad Hawkins.

-After all, it is Halloween.
-Mmm.

I'm listening.

[Nic] Get a resident to cover for you.

Pick a costume.

I'm thinking, something from
the Marvel universe.

Come to Mina's party.

And I can't believe I'm gonna say this,

but eat a bunch of candy with me.

[laughing] That sounds scary.

And amazing.

I wish I could,

-but I can't.
-Mmm.

We're understaffed. It's Halloween night.

You know how crazy it can get.

-Are you waiting for someone?
-[sighs] My dad.

I was supposed to meet him
before work 45 minutes ago.

That's strange. Maybe he forgot.

Yeah. Very strange.
He never forgets. Anything.

Go. Get out of here.
Have enough fun for both of us.

Oh, I plan on it.

Happy Halloween.

[phone vibrating]

I admitted Laurie Dante.

-Nightmare girl with the psychotic breaks?
-Yep.

How is she?

[Devon] Oh, she's scared.

Conrad's on his way.

Good. I'm off for the night.

The place is all yours.

First Halloween in the ER. Enjoy.

-What are these?
-Costumes. For Mina's party.

I have backups on hand

because Mina must approve
before she lets you in the door.

Last year, I got rejected.

Twice. But not this year, baby.

This year, I'm money.

What are you gonna be?

Werewolf.

Good luck, buddy.

Concussion. Needs observation
for another four hours.

I got it.

Vampire in two
should have stuck to drinking blood.

Two liters of saline and discharge
when he can count from ten.

You suck for taking tonight off
and leaving me here

with the most juvenile
med student in history.

I can't argue with you on that one,
but here's the good news,

Halloween is a notoriously
slow night in the ER.

You're a terrible liar. Now leave, please.

[paramedic] Right arm for reattachment.
Patient is still trapped in his vehicle.

We have to get back to scene.
Dr. Feldman has the details.

-Thank you.
-You knew about this?

The call might have come in
about 15 minutes ago.

I thought it would be a fun surprise.
You know, trick or treat?

Let's get this arm on ice.

Hold down the fort, Pravesh.

Keep that arm viable for reattachment.

Hmm. Girlfriends?

They're cool. I got one myself.

Isn't that your name?

Yeah. What?

I cannot believe that
you made these by yourself.

When you don't leave the house very often,
you look for things to do.

How long has it been?

Since I've had a wild night out
or since I got sober?

I'm kidding.

Four weeks rehab. Two weeks sober living.

One week on your couch.

-Well, I am proud of you.
-Thank you.

Thanks for inviting me tonight.
I'm excited.

Are you kidding me?

The costumes at Mina's
Halloween parties are legendary.

Everybody should experience it
at least once.

I know you're worried about me
staying on the straight and narrow,

but I just want to say,
I'm not just doing this for me anymore,

I'm staying clean for both of us. Okay?

I'm not worried. Do I look worried?

Yeah, you have
like a resting worried face.

Laurie, I'm Dr. Conrad Hawkins.

I'm here to help, okay?

I'm really sorry.

This is embarrassing, actually.
I… I just have bad dreams.

You have people who need you. I…

I'm not sure I should've come in.
I'm… I'm fine.

Laurie, I'm happy you're here,

I'd like to make sure
it's nothing serious.

Sound like a plan?

All right, tell me…

[sighs] when'd you start
having these episodes?

Uh, couple weeks ago.

I figured they'd just go away,
but they keep happening.

Getting more intense.

Now…

I'm afraid to fall asleep. [laughs]

Go ahead, tell me to go home,
there's nothing wrong with me.

It's exactly what
the other three doctors said.

Actually, women under 35
are the most misdiagnosed subset

of patients in the country,
so, no, I don't want to tell you that.

Whatever you're experiencing
is taking a toll on you.

That's very clear.

[softly] Dang it.

I'm sorry.

Sorry, I don't know why I'm crying.

-[sniffling]
-Because you're scared.

Laurie, just tell me everything.

Where you work. Medications you're on.
Don't leave anything out.

The smallest of things
can lead me to a diagnosis.

No meds.

I don't have a regular job.

I… nanny for a family in Inman Park.

-There's nothing wrong with that.
-Says you.

My family hates the whole idea.

We have a farm near Statesboro.

They didn't want me moving to Atlanta.

They think I'm gonna
get into trouble in the big city.

We don't talk much anymore.

Actually, we don't talk at all.

That sounds difficult.
That must put a lot of stress on you.

They're wrong. I can handle it.

I'm gonna run some tests,
blood panel, lumbar puncture, MRI.

We're gonna get
to the bottom of this together.

What would cause a website
not to load on my computer?

Uh, the hospital server blocks porn.

I'm the CEO of the hospital.
I don't look at porn.

Everyone looks at porn.

I'm not watching porn.

Right, 'cause it's blocked.

Remind me why I hired you?

'Cause your last assistant quit
and my dad is Zip Betournay.

He owns the Crystal Springs Golf Club.

Pretty sure he jumped you to the top
of the wait-list to get in.

That was rhetorical.

Oh.

[sighs]

There is nothing abnormal, is there?

Radiologist will have
to give the final read,

-but it looks that way.
-[phone vibrating]

-Have transport take her to her room.
-Okay.

[PA system playing indistinctly]

Dad.

[Marshall on phone] Sorry I missed you.

I had some business to attend to.

At 9:00 at night?

Can I make it up to you?
I'll swing by Chastain later.

I'm on a shift.

Could be a long one.

Of course.

I understand.

-[Laurie] Where are you taking me?
-It's gonna be okay.

-[Laurie] Let me out.
-I got to go.

-I'll find you.
-To your room, okay?

No, t-take me out of this building!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's the problem?

She wants to get discharged.

You can't keep me here against my will.

We talked about this.
I need to run more tests,

figure out what's wrong.

Who are you?

I'm your doctor.

No.

My doctor is Conrad Hawkins.

I just talked to him.

I've never met you before in my life.

[elevator dings]

Pravesh, I got a page
about a reattachment surgery,

a delicate operation
that demands my unique skills.

Where's the arm?

I'm keeping it cool on ice.

Good. I'll start its admission process.

But you can't admit an arm.

It's not alive. It doesn't have insurance.

Doesn't have a name.

Okay, I'll give it a name. Clyde.

Clyde? That's the best you can do?

Well, it's uninspired, but whatever.

When I reattach Clyde to the patient,
it will be both alive and insured.

All right.

I don't know who did that.

It wasn't me.

Relax. Clyde has a sense of humor.

I approve.

[Nic] Okay.

[chuckles]

♪ Bring it back now, baby ♪

Wow. You look amazing.

Oh, thank you.

And you look…

homemade.

That's a good thing, right?

-She's very hard to read.
-Yeah.

Uh, A-minus.

-B-minus for effort.
-B-minus?

Plus, I like you both. You may enter.

♪ Bring it back now, babe ♪

♪ I hate when I have to watch you go ♪

Roar!

No.

Damn it.

♪ Bring it back now, baby ♪

♪ Bring it back now, babe ♪

♪ Bring it back now, baby ♪

♪ Bring it back now, babe ♪

♪ Bring it back now, baby ♪

♪ Bring it back now, babe ♪

♪ Bring it back now, baby ♪

Oh.

Hello. I'm a sucker
for a man in leopard skin.

You know, for a bunch
of doctors and nurses,

I thought this party'd be…

-Tame?
-No offense.

No, nothing I do is tame.

The prescription drugs
that you have for your clinic,

are they in the apartment tonight?

Please give me some credit.
I'm not a fool.

[indistinct conversations]

Perhaps you should
let go of Kitty's leash.

♪ Bring it back now, baby ♪

♪ Bring it back now, babe. ♪

If you really are Dr. Hawkins,
why can't I recognize you?

It's called Capgras syndrome.
It's very rare.

People see a familiar face,

but the emotional charge
necessary for recognition is lost.

It's lost because the area in the brain
that controls emotions

has some sort of disconnect there.

And that disconnect is telling you

you're seeing an imposter
when you really aren't.

But why is it happening?

There's a number of possible causes.

Earlier, you told me not to hold back.

So you do the same.

Just tell me the truth.

[sighs deeply]

Do you have any family history
of schizophrenia?

[exhales] Oh, God.
My cousin was schizophrenic.

Heard voices. He couldn't take it.
Jumped off the Jackson Street Bridge.

Slow down. Hey, hey, hey.

There is a lot of ground to cover

between where we are
and diagnosing what's really going on.

I've paged a neurologist.
He will be here very soon,

and he will walk us through everything.

What a noob.

Lag. Lag. Why is it lagging? Okay…

-[thump]
-Clear out your desk.

-It's your first and last day.
-[chuckles]

Wait, no, are… R-Really?

This is called a job.

You may not be familiar with jobs.
They usually entail work.

You've done no work.

You break the news to your dad.
I'll find a new club.

I get fired, he kills me. For real.

That's something for you
to consider in your next job.

If you ever get one.

I can hook you up.

-Excuse me?
-I've seen you swiping right all day.

I can find you
a smoking hot date, tonight.

-Have you lost your mind?
-Just hear me out.

I match people together, okay?
It's a thing I do.

I have no skills in life whatsoever

except for my ability
to put man and woman together.

Sometimes man and man, lady and lady.

All types. Last-minute.
Short-term, long-term, whatever.

It's a gift that I have,

and it's a gift
that I can give to you tonight.

This is painfully inappropriate.

Or it's delightfully perfect.

Okay? I-I have someone in mind.

Capgras, huh? Ah, that's a tough one.

I have a few tests we should do.

Rule out the possibility
of biological causes.

Where's my patient?

-Laurie.
-Uh, she wanted to grab some air.

Uh, did I do something wrong?

[dramatic music playing]

Laurie?

Laurie?

I'm never gonna be normal again, am I?

We don't know that.

We only just started doing tests.

Let's give it some time.

I don't know if I can.

I'll be there with you
every step of the way.

We'll do this.

We'll do this together.

-You're gonna be fine. Hang in there.
-Mm-hmm, yeah.

[sighs]

Okay, who did this?

[chuckles] Wow.

-No, it's not funny.
-Yeah, but don't look at me.

The Raptor does not prank.

-Although he appreciates pranks.
-[laughs]

A man lost his arm.

And he could very well be dying,
for all we know.

Still seem funny to you?

Is this why you wanted to become a doctor?

Chill, Pravesh.

I'll reattach Clyde the Arm

to the living body it belongs to
as soon as it gets to Chastain.

Incoming! Left leg. Same patient.

Patient is still trapped at scene.
Twenty minute ETA.

We're gonna need more surgeons.

♪ I'm looking for some good conversation ♪

♪ Looking for a little inspiration ♪

♪ 'Cause you won't catch me out
Catch me out often ♪

♪ But tonight I'm all about
Participation, mm ♪

♪ If you ain't makin' moves
Then I'm off it ♪

You're being codependent.

How 'bout "Great party.
You having a good time?"

I don't ask questions
I already know the answers to.

[pager vibrates]

♪ I'm-a work myself to death
If no one stop me ♪

Emergency surgery.

I have to go back to Chastain.

Okay, you're in charge now.

-What?
-Three things,

one, don't let anyone throw up on my rug,

two, don't let Irving in
without a better costume,

and, three, you can have
the weight of the world

on your shoulders at Chastain
but not in my apartment.

Not tonight.

♪ I'm-a work myself to death
If no one stop me ♪

[indistinct chatter]

All right.

How about you fill in all the numbers

on this clock for me?

[Conrad] All the numbers on one side

means there's a biological basis
for your illness.

This is actually good news.

-Because I'm not schizophrenic?
-Exactly.

The test shows us that
only one half of your brain

seems to be interacting
with the outside world.

You don't know what's causing it yet?

No. There's still something going on
that our tests didn't pick up yet.

-What could it be?
-Inflammation.

Autoimmune diseases. Toxins.

I want to keep you
in the hospital overnight.

We're gonna order an EEG,

start you on empiric antibiotics
to treat for possible infectious causes.

I keep thinking--

I brought this on myself.

I-I walked away from my family.

Maybe it's karma or something.

Had I never left,
maybe none of this would be

happening to me.
I-I deserve the nightmares.

Everyone gets nightmares.

[quietly] I get my own from time to time.

You didn't bring this upon yourself.

We're gonna give you
a sedative through your IV.

Should help you get a good night's rest.

Whatever's happening in her brain,
it's progressing quickly.

We need to find the source fast
to avoid any permanent damage.

Check her in an hour.
If she needs more meds, we'll do it then.

She gonna be okay?

Diagnosis is a needle in a haystack.

But I'll keep looking till I find it.

You seem tired.

You sleeping much?

Residents don't get to sleep.

Son, when was the last time
you took just a few days off

to recharge your batteries?

I have no idea.

I did the same thing when I was your age.

Burned it at both ends until I burned out.

You going somewhere with this?

I'd like to go somewhere together.

You and me.

I have a place in Anguilla.

Condo by the beach.

We could fly out for a long weekend.

Why didn't you show up for coffee tonight?

I told you, I had business crosstown.

Want to try that again?
I've never known you to miss appointments.

Riley, sweetie, watch your sisters, okay?

Where's my husband?

Frank Tanner.

-Uh, he was in a car accident.
-The tattoos.

Riley, Gemma, Eve.

Not lovers. Children.

And I just got word,
Frank is one minute out.

All right, I'll move them
to the waiting room.

Ms. Tanner, I'm Dr. Devon Pravesh.

Come with me. Your husband
hasn't made it to the ER yet,

but the moment he does,
we'll take care of him.

-Okay. Girls.
-Guys, come on.

[paramedic] Forty-six-year-old male.
Prolonged extrication.

-Frank!
-Amputation of arm and leg.

-Oh, God!
-Multiple liters of blood loss.

-[Hundley] Ten.
-Frank!

Wait here.

Okay. One, two, three.

Get me cordis. Call out vitals.

70/40. Pulse is 50 and falling.

-Hey, he's about to code.
-I know.

Start a rapid transfuser.
Hang two units of O neg now.

-Heart rate dropping. 30.
-[alarm beeping]

All right.

One of epinephrine. Get me the pacer pads.

Heart rate at 20.

Ten.

Zero. All right,
somebody better start pumping.

Let me do it. I can do this.

Okay.

Hold compressions. Check pulses.

-Nothing.
-[Austin] Come on.

Frank dies, I've got nobody
to operate on tonight.

Is he breathing?

Shock him.

[Hundley] Charging.

Clear.

[monitor beeping steadily]

Nice. Frank lives.

For now. Send him for a pan-scan.

OR Numero Uno is where I'll be.

-♪ Why not take me away… ♪
-[Nic] Hey. Hey!

-Stop that. I mean… Oh, my God, I…
-[Irving] Nic.

My hero. Thanks for letting me in.

This party is epic.

Is it, though?

[Irving] Uh, hello?

There's a 40% chance
I'm making out with Bo-Peep.

Uh, actually there's
a 100% chance that Bo-Peep

-is making out with Hercules.
-[Irving] Oh.

[sighs] She'll come around.

You okay?

I will be once I find Jessie. She's MIA.

Check the closets.
Lots of activity in the closets.

♪ Why not, why not ♪

♪ Why not, why not ♪

♪ Why not, what you got to lose ♪

♪ I ain't like the molecule ♪

♪ Why not, why not ♪

♪ Why not, baby, why not ♪

♪ I spot my type in the lineup ♪

♪ I'm up on it like we grinding ♪

♪ But behind it like your spine is ♪

♪ I ain't go to college ♪

♪ I was wiling with them riders ♪

-♪ Thank God that I survived it… ♪
-[laughing]

Hey, not on the bed. Off the bed.

♪ I know ♪

♪ Do you want to… ♪

[muffled music continues in distance]

Mm!

You, uh, want to make it even better?

I'm gonna save them for later, okay?

[door rattling]

Occupied.

-Jessie, come on, open up.
-Hey.

You first.

I couldn't find you anywhere. I was just…

Following me around all night
and having zero fun?

I'm making out with Tarzan.
That okay with you?

This was a mistake.
I shouldn't have brought you.

-You said you trusted me.
-I thought…

I don't need a babysitter. You're not Mom.

-Mom would never act like this.
-Oh, come on.

You know why? She made things better.

So why don't you leave me alone
and go drink something with alcohol in it,

and I'll drive us home
because, guess what,

-I'm sober.
-Jess.

[sighs]

[monitor beeping steadily]

[kid's voice] Trick or treat.

[distorted laughing]

[thunder rumbling]

[indistinct whispering]

[distorted laughing]

[man growling] Laurie!

Lau… Laurie.

-No…
-Laurie! Laurie!

[distorted whispers continuing]

Laurie!

-[screaming]
-Laurie!

[whimpering]

Laurie, stop!

-[panting]
-It's okay. It's okay.

-No, no, no, no!
-It's okay.

We can help you. John!

-[screaming]
-Ma'am, ma'am, ma'am…

[grunting]

[shrieking]

[Bell] Femoral bleed!

Gauze, now!

Hawkins, help me hold her down!

I'm on it.

[moaning, shrieking]

I got her. We're good, we're good.

[both] Forty of ketamine.

Come on. Ready?

-Ready.
-All right, ready when you are.

[Conrad panting]

[whimpers]

I got-I got pressure on the artery.

CT angio and then prep for the OR.

-You have a handle on this one?
-Thought I did. It's unlike

anything I've ever seen before.

Well, find me if you need fresh eyes.

I will.

[indistinct conversations]

[panting]

[man laughing]

[distorted laughing]

[distorted chatter]

[coughing]

[laughing]

Nic, what are you doing?

-I can't breathe. I can't breathe.
-Okay. Okay.

-Are you having a panic attack?
-[panting]

Since when do you have panic attacks?

Hey, hey. Leave the room.
Genie, back in your bottle.

-Since when?
-It's not something I advertise.

Seriously? How long?

Over a year.

You can't just take care of everyone
except you, you know that, right?

-I'm managing.
-Are you? Because you're sitting

on a kitchen floor, hyperventilating.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

-[exhales deeply]
-You're okay.

You're okay. Just breathe.

-I'm trying to.
-I know.

It's so scary.

I'm right here. I'm right here, okay?

Look who you're talking to.

You're always here for me, Nic.
I'm here for you.

-[exhales]
-Lean back.

[door opens]

[Nolan] Bell told me what's up.

Give me good news.

Decent'll have to do.

Surgery gonna take about a half hour

if there's no other arteries or veins
that are severed.

All indications are they aren't.

Let me know if that changes
once you get in the OR.

Will do.

Dr. Nolan.

Check Laurie's lower abdomen
while you're in there,

between the right hip and umbilicus.

I'll be nearby, getting proximal
control for the repair,

but I prefer to stay out of her abdomen.

Why do you want me to do that?

Oh, that's an incidentaloma.

-Benign growth. It's nothing.
-Or it could be

something that explains everything.

I'll give it a look.

[door opens]

Dr. Bell.

Vivian.

Oh. [chuckles]

Comes with the territory.

You save their life?

-I did.
-You do this often?

Save lives?

Get set up on a blind date
by your assistant.

Never.

Me either.

I'm not kicking myself at the moment.

Me either.

[pager vibrates]

Go save your patient.

And I'll do my best to be patient.

[Austin] Dr. Bell.
Sorry about the 11th-hour page.

I thought three surgeons
would do the trick.

[Bell] You definitely need a fourth.
I can go arm, leg,

or float between the two.

Dr. Voss here is excited to reattach
homeboy's missing getaway stick.

You and I will rock the arm, all right?

[Bell] Well, wouldn't it be great
if we could give

this father of three the ability
to walk his daughter

down the aisle one day?

Hate to break
your delicate heart, Dr. Austin, but…

I'll take Mina. There, it's settled.

[Austin] Ladies on the leg.
All-stars on the arm.

Is there a person
to go with the limbs, or…

[Bell] He's crashing.
Austin, you're on the scans.

Voss, circulation.

[Kit] Pressure's 70/55. Plummeting fast.

-He have any other injuries?
-Uh, broken ribs, bruised lungs.

Contained bleeding we need to watch.

Abdomen, pelvis look good.
This is hemorrhagic shock.

Are we good
with the massive transfusion protocol?

Got four units in the ER.

Hang two, get TXA ready,
call the blood bank.

-We'll need everything they've got.
-So much for walking down the aisle.

Let's make sure he lives
to see his children again.

[rhythmic beeping]

Quote, "In nothing do men more nearly

approach the gods
than in giving health to men."

-Cicero.
-[Conrad] Quote,

"Check Laurie's abdomen."

Hawkins.

Uh, Andy, I'm gonna need you

to give me a little bit more
of that in this.

How long has the leg been severed?

[Kit] Somewhere around five hours.

I'm guessing 20 minutes
before that limb loses viability.

Then the focus should be
on the limb you're trying to save.

Uh, correction, lovey.
The limb we are saving.

-[Bell groans]
-Suction.

Sponge.

Clamp.

[Bell] Keep transfusing.

Put him on Trendenlenburg.
He's bleeding out.

[Kit] You're taking too much blood away

-from the leg. He'll necrose.
-We're losing the arm.

-Who's blunder was that?
-The artery was weakened.

What's taking so long?

I don't know what you're talking about.
Problem's solved.

-[alarms sounding]
-[sighs] New problem.

He's bradying down.

Get the ultrasound.

Tamponade compressed his heart.

The mediastinal bleed must have opened up.

Lacerated P-A. Sternal saw to me.

[alarms continue sounding]

-Need to go on pump?
-No. We're good.

[saw buzzing]

[bones crunching]

Another two units PRBCs.

Still trending down.

I'm gonna need more cardiac support.

Slam that blood into him.

[beatboxing]

[alarms stop, monitor beeping steadily]

-Vitals are improving.
-[Austin laughs]

[both] Show-off.

[Austin] Hey, if you got it, flaunt it.

[Bell] As we were.

[Austin] #TeamChastain, baby.

[Nolan] Laurie's recovering.
You were right.

Checking the abdomen was a good call.

-This thing has teeth.
-It has a tooth.

It's a teratoma.
It's not gonna bite you, Ricky.

Teratomas are genetic anomalies
that reproduce organs,

or sometimes bone or teeth,
all within a pocket of flesh.

[Nolan] Rare. Unpleasant.

Perfectly appropriate discovery
on All Hallows' Eve.

Some teratomas create antibodies
that can lead to encephalitis.

-They can.
-We'll rerun her CSF panel

for Anti-NMDA antibodies.

I think we got this.

Okay, that's enough.

I'm really gonna be okay?

Yes. Yes!

[both laugh]

Yeah. You have Anti-NMDA encephalitis.

It's a rare infection of the brain.
It was causing all your symptoms.

We're gonna give you a combination
of steroids and immunoglobulins.

Your night terrors
might persist for a bit,

but you should be back
to your normal life in no time.

Ah. I haven't spoken to my family
in two years, but right now…

I can't wait to tell them
I'm gonna be okay.

I just hope they pick up the phone.

Family is complicated.

You just have to hope
that they'll be there for you in the end.

You were right.

I should string a few days together,
recharge my batteries.

-Just say the word.
-I will.

When you tell me the truth.
Where were you today?

Maybe when you stop lying to me,
I'll consider going to an island with you.

Sharing everything all the time
is not something I'm interested in.

Well, I am.

Son, I'm a lot of things,
but a hypocrite isn't one of them.

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm not exactly sitting
across from an open book.

You left home and didn't tell me
where you were for ten years.

I had to hire a private investigator
to track you down.

So don't ask of me

what you refuse to ask of yourself.

Get some rest.

[monitor beeping steadily]

[Kit] Welcome back, Frank.

What… what happened to me?

Wee bit of a car accident.

Dr. Voss and I were part of the team

that reattached your arm and your leg.

Did-did I almost die?

Couple of times.

The important thing is you're here now.

Yeah, m-my wife? And daughters?

Do-do they know?

Yeah. They're on their way up here now.

[gasps] Hi.

Hi. Um…

Oh, it's-it's okay, sweetie. It's okay.

Daddy loves you, honey.

Nice assist in the ER today, Pravesh.

Thanks, Dr. Austin.

And what you pulled off in the OR…

Shh. I know what I did well.

Isn't this the loveliest part of the job?

What part are we talking about?

The part that makes you want to pick up
the phone and call your own kids.

American Bobtail and a Maine Coon
are the only kids I got.

Wait. You have human kids?

Two, from my first marriage.

All grown now.

And one of my kids has a kid.

Good night, chaps.

Her kid has a kid.

She's a grandmother.

[both panting]

You know, I…

You know, I was thinking
that this indelible session would be…

One time. No strings.

-[Bells sighs]
-[Vivian giggles]

I now find myself reconsidering.

-Me too.
-Hmm.

I got to say, my new assistant was right
about his matchmaking skills.

We raised him right.

My ex-husband is so hard on Grayson,
but I'm proud of him.

He's a good son.

What?

[door opens]

Uh, where's Nic?

Oh, I gave her the night off.

So, the damage,

three broken glasses, a clogged sink, and…

Holly Golightly spilled
a drink on your rug.

It's never coming out. I know. I'm sorry.

[laughing] Stop it.

No, you stop it.

[gasps] You silly little minx.

Oh, it's been going on for a while.

-It's actually kind of adorable.
-[gasps] Stop it.

What a nightmare.

[grunts]

[crack]

Mom!

Mom!

[man distorted] Go now, boy.

Get out of here, boy!

Dad, no! Please!

Please. [panting]

[breathing heavily]

Shh, shh. It's okay.

Shh.

Want to talk about it?

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