All language subtitles for The Resident_S05E04_Now What_.en.closedcaptions

-Previously on The Resident…
-Why are you here?

-I'm not here to see you.
-I can't have you in my life.

What's your beef with Dr. Sutton?

She's my mother.
She gave birth to me

and then wanted nothing to do with me.

The defining experience
in your life is abandonment.

[man]
Conrad Hawkins, there's been an accident.

[Harvey]
Nicolette Nevin. Single-car collision.

Significant intrusion
on the driver's side.

Her brain is herniating.

[Billie]
Nic won't recover from this, Conrad.

[Marshall] Open the tunnel.

-Open the tunnel. Oh, there it is.
-[Gigi squeals happily]

[Marshall chuckles]

Hey.

Hold still.

You know, you've been
visiting the crash site

every morning for the past two weeks.

[sighs]

You never come home feeling better or…

more informed than when you left.

I'm just wondering

if this might be doing
you more harm than good.

Just something I need to do, Dad.

There had to have been
a medical cause for the accident.

Cops believe she was alone on the road.

It wasn't dark.

No skid marks.

She could have fallen asleep.

Nah, unlikely.
When she was driving,

she always had
a thermos of coffee with her.

It was her thing.

Maybe she was texting.

She wouldn't do that.

The car could have caused her to swerve.

Kid on a bike.

Deer. Raccoon. Who knows?

Whenever we went on trips,
she always wanted to drive.

She hated the way I drove.

She was a great driver.

Just doesn't make sense.

I know the answer's
in her medical records.

I know.

I, uh, think I'm gonna
take Gigi to the park.

[frustrated grunt]

Let ball, please.

Let's take a minute?

[panting]

You know, Dr. Devi
showed me a real slick way

to tack down hernia mesh laparoscopically.

The intern Devi?

Have you managed
to get Kit Voss into bed yet?

Next question, Dr. Kranepool.

You're taking instruction from children,
for God's sakes.

You can't close on the boss.

I showed you how to be

an unrelenting master of the universe.

-The hell happened?
-Serve the ball, tough guy.

They see your confidence is gone,
it's over.

Yeah, well, my universe
is a little smaller than it once was,

but my confidence…

is fine.

[chuckles]

-[pager beeping]
-[groans]

[panting] Eh…

Yeah, I'm needed in the OR.

We'll finish this up tonight,

-if you're not too bushed.
-[chuckles]

[Kranepool]
Now, with all the fibrous tissue removed,

what is the critical anatomical region

we're looking at, Dr. Devi?

-The hepatocystic triangle.
-Good.

Now, zoom in with the camera.

More.

Until I tell you to stop, Doctor.

Yes. Finally.

That's good.

Could you talk me through the advantages

of operating at such a high magnification,
Dr. Kranepool?

I've only read that the field of view

should be kept at a wide angle.

If you're lucky, you'll reach a point
where you don't need books to remind you

of basic anatomy,
though I have my doubts.

I know the location of every structure

in and out of my field of vision.

[Leela] Blood keeps pooling,
the source is outside

-of our field of vision. I'm zooming out.
-Do not zoom out.

Point the camera inferiorly.

More.

Now to the right.

-I'm losing orientation, Doctor.
-Then suction faster.

[Leela] I have to pull back.
I can't see anything.

[Kranepool] My way
or the highway, Dr. Snowflake.

[anesthesiologist] BP's falling.

[Jessica] Good save, Dr. Devi.

If you'd still like to widen your view,
feel free to watch from the hallway.

[Trevor]
Hey, thanks for meeting me.

-Why did you call me?
-Something you said to me

keeps coming back.

-Yeah? What?
-I'm not interested

in that cliché-filled lecture

about bad choices
and unmet potential served up…

You are dangerously close

to putting me off of my
favorite breakfast burrito.

The defining experience
of my life is abandonment.

That's what you said.

You disagree?

I don't think that's true.

Let me help you out.

Do you surround yourself
with lower companions?

Huh? Half-bright stoners
who won't ever leave

because you make them
feel special by association?

[laughs]

Do you gravitate toward
emotionally withholding women

who reflect your false sense
of your own worthlessness?

When you can't draw ego sustenance
from your acolytes,

do you have grandiose fantasies
about who you might become

to show your bio mom Billie
what a mistake she's made?

If you've answered yes
to any of those questions,

the defining experience
in your life is abandonment.

What do you know about your birth father?

[Trevor] All she told me about him

was that he was
three years older than her,

teenage ladies' man,

-football stud.
-Mm.

So, two careless high school kids, huh?

[siren buzzes, whoops]

-[Austin] No, no, put that back.
-Are you kidding?

-We got to record what happens.
-Trevor, listen to me. Stop.

Okay, this is how it's gonna go.

You only speak when spoken to.

It's only "Yes, sir" or "No, sir,"

and keep your hands
in plain sight at all times.

This is not a request.

Morning, Officer.

Sir, are you aware
that your right taillight is out?

Yes, sir.
I'm sorry about that, Officer.

I ordered the part from Germany.

It should be here tomorrow.
It's kind of hard

to track down
European vintage car parts locally.

-License and registration, please?
-Sure.

And then I'm gonna need you both

to step out of the car, gentlemen.

Easy, all right?

Just easy.

Keep your hands on the car
where I can see 'em, gentlemen.

[Trevor chuckles]

Oh, I cannot wait till
your pasty ass finds out

-what he does for a living.
-Hey, Trevor, chill.

What was that?

I mean, all you see
is two Black men in a car

that's a little too nice,
so it must be stolen, right?

Or we must be into something illegal.

-Trevor, easy.
-And once you run the plates,

and they're clean,
you'll remember that we fit

the description of a wanted Black man
wearing a shirt and pants,

-between five-one and six-eight.
-Calm down, son.

-Oh, I'm not your son.
-Son, put your hands on that vehicle.

-Stop calling me "son."
-On the car!

[Austin] Trevor, back up!

-[tires screech]
-Call 911.

-[dialing]
-[woman] 911. What's your emergency?

[Trevor]
A cop got hit by a scooter.

We're on Rose,
just west of Nelson Boulevard.

-Ambulance is five minutes out.
-He won't make it that long.

His airway's flooded with blood.

In my glove box, there's a black bag
with a scalpel and pen.

Grab it.

[gasping]

You just helped save a man's life.

[opening theme music playing]

I've been able to rule out
a lot based on these labs.

-They're-they're all normal.
-Okay. That's progress.

Yeah, but a problem with her heart

is still a distinct possibility.

Well, what exactly are you looking for?

I need to know why she crashed.

Telemetry strip gives me a window

into her cardiac rhythm
while she was in the hospital, but…

maybe we missed an underlying arrhythmia.

-Sure, that is a possibility, but…
-But…

what?

But it is unlikely, right?

"Unlikely" is not definitive.

We'll have a better sense of things

if I measure every peak and valley

on this damn strip.

We find a run of PVCs,
we're onto something.

I have another pair
of calipers in the box.

You want to grab a strip?

Sure. Yeah.

Conrad said he wants everything in here.

Yeah, I'll bring it to him
when I do my check-in.

Well, he is deep
down a rabbit hole right now.

A medical mystery tour.

[Devon] I'm not sure I like it.

Nic's dead. Nothing's gonna change that.

So let him tilt at windmills.

It's not hurting you.

If he doesn't find what he wants,
then what?

You'll be there for him.

We all will.

Are we absolutely sure
that Nic couldn't have…

Are we absolutely sure that
Nic couldn't have had a seizure

or an ischemic stroke?

I know by the time we did the scan,

her brain was swollen, so…

it might have been hard
to see something like that.

We've been through
all of her labs and tox screen.

Nothing suggests she was predisposed
to a seizure or a stroke.

You're absolutely certain?

Having a hard time
connecting the dots here.

Yeah, I get that.

And you are a very
formidable diagnostician…

Oh, don't humor me, Billie.

Listen, but whatever you're looking for,

it didn't happen in Nic's brain.

I'm sorry.

Nic was mine.

I was hers. It was us.

There was no me.

Now the only thing
I recognize about myself

is that I'm a doctor.

After my mom died,

my dad was finally able to remember
to hang up his towel

instead of tossing it on the bed,

which drove her crazy.

I just kept telling him
how proud she'd be.

And I'll say the same to you.

Did Nic ever feel faint
or pass out as a kid,

like when you guys
were playing sports or something?

[exhales]

Not that I can remember.

Sorry.

[Leela] He could've lost the patient.

[Jessica] He would have

if it weren't for Dr. Devi.

And then he told me
to go stand in the hallway.

What would you do?

You know that Kranepool
and Bell are super tight, right?

They've been besties
since we used leeches.

I'm aware of that.

Also, the Hippocratic oath is
"Do no harm."

Not "Stop an old white guy
who could destroy your career

from maybe doing harm."

I'm also aware of that.

But if his skills are diminished
and he wrecks a patient,

I would never forgive myself
for doing nothing.

I get that.

If you do decide
to make your concerns known,

just find a way to do it
without leaving a paper trail

or saying anything that
could be quoted, all right?

[laughs] What am I supposed to do?

Communicate them
with an interpretive dance?

[laughs]

I would pay to see that.

You're not being helpful.

All right, I'm sorry. I'm just…

I'm just too tired to think right now.

Well, maybe Conrad will be back soon,

and you won't
have to keep covering his shifts.

He is on his own schedule.

But I miss you.

I miss you, too.

I'm gonna have to force myself to eat

before my next surgery with Kranepool.

[Austin] 40-ish male versus scooter.
High speed.

Airway secured during the field.
Level-1 trauma now.

Bay Ten.

[Austin] Let's go, fellas.

[Devon] All right, on my count.
One, two, three.

All right,
I'm starting the primary survey.

Crackles bilaterally.

He's tachy to the 150s.
Let's get him on a vent.

Let's get a vent in here!

The field cric is perfectly done.

-This your work?
-Me and the kid.

Aortic regurgitation
due to severely damaged valve.

He's in rapid heart failure.

Call to the OR.
Book an emergency sternotomy.

-Hey, AJ.
-Yeah?

-Were you at the scene of the accident?
-Oh, yeah.

Officer Winnaker pulled
us over and out of the car

for driving-while-Black,
then he pulled his gun out

and he got hit by the scooter.

-His gun?
-Yeah.

Are you sure you're in
the right headspace to work on him?

Pravesh, I saved
the guy's life once already.

I am not gonna lower
my batting average to 500,

patient's bad intentions notwithstanding.

Thank you.

Hello, Dr. Devi.

I have cried twice this morning

trying to choose a replacement for Nic.

Are you all right?

Say something, dear.

[loud crunching]

There's something you
need to communicate to me?

[crunch]

Oh… you wish to remain anonymous.

Clever girl.

So, uh, does this concern
another doctor at the hospital?

[crunch]

A surgeon you've worked with?

[crunch]

Someone in whose OR you've recently been?

[crunch]

Dr. Kranepool?

Oh.

Crunch no more.
I'll look into it.

Oh, one more question.

Can I have one of those?

[Bell] Aaron Kranepool?

-That's ridiculous.
-I've poked around.

-His stats are declining precipitously.
-Come on, the guy's a machine.

He's only a couple
of years older than me,

-he still beats me at squash.
-You told me he cheats.

Well, no, I think what I said
was he's highly competitive.

I understand he's a good friend
and he's important to you.

No, it's-it's more than that.

He was a resident when I was an intern,

and an attending when I was a resident,

and he was… he was my example.

I'm sure he was a damn good one,

but it appears things have changed.

Now, wasn't he just down at Hopkins

for their in-depth skills assessment?

You know self-reporting poor results
for the Hopkins assessment is optional.

The only person
who sees it is the doctor being tested.

Yeah, okay, okay.
So somebody reported him.

I don't need to know who, just…

what exactly was said.

I couldn't possibly repeat verbatim
what was told to me.

Why not?

You are an exemplary surgeon.

I know you can't imagine entering an OR

without being in perfect
mental and physical shape.

It would be anathema to you.

[takes deep breath]

Uh… well, exemplary, I don't know.

I need to know

if there's even a small chance

that Kranepool could injure a patient.

What do you need me to do?

He has a surgery this afternoon.

I'd like you to observe.

Fine. I'm-I'm sure
whatever was said is overblown.

Let's hope so.

[Carr] And you're absolutely sure
your hands were visible

the entire time?

Oh, my God, for the third time, yes…

sir.

We just want to have an accurate account.

It's a natural reaction to be angry

when you're pulled over.

Maybe you raised your voice, took a step

-towards Officer--
-How do you do this with a straight face?

If we were white,
we'd never be hands on the hood

-for a damn taillight.
-That's a serious accusation.

Okay, I'm done answering your transparent,

-insulting questions.
-Excuse me, officers.

I'm pretty sure you have all you need.

You have our phone numbers.

If you need any more information,

you know how to contact us.

We'll be in touch.

-Thank you.
-[Trevor] Mm-hmm.

[Austin sighs]

You want to watch me operate
on Officer Winnaker?

Yeah, I'm a little busy, so…

I'll pass.

Oh, yeah?

What, you got to go home
and cook up some Molly?

Go to the admin office
on the second floor.

You have to fill out some paperwork.

What is going on with you and Trevor?

He called me this morning
and we had breakfast.

This is very complicated for me.

And with Nic gone,
I'm already pretty ragged.

-I don't need this, AJ.
-I get it, I get it. I'm sorry.

Bringing him here
was not part of the plan.

But then there
seemed to be a lesson in there

-the kid could learn--
-Who asked you to give life lessons

to the kid I gave up?

Why are you so angry with him?

-[sighs]
-Huh?

He's curious about his genes.

He has a suspicion that nature
has a bigger hand in who he is

than nurture, and those kind of questions

can torture a kid.

They tortured me.

You're overstepping,

and you need to stop.

What did I tell you?

Look at this run of PVCs.

Yeah, but it's…

I know she had a significant
brain injury at the time,

but before you say anything else,
look at this.

From when Nic got stabbed.
Her EKGs.

Okay.

Multiple PVCs.

This could be the answer
to something, but…

I don't know what.

Uh, she could have
had a genetic heart condition.

Her mother died young.

Did Gigi inherit it?

If I know, I can address it.

When my father died,
you let me do what I needed to do,

and I want to repay that kindness to you.

But what you found

are a few premature
ventricular contractions,

all when Nic was sick, post-stabbing,

or with, ultimately, a fatal brain injury.

Do you honestly…

find this significant?

Because…

I know it's not meaningful,
and I know that

because of what you taught me.

Bearing the Unbearable.

The Other Side of Sadness.

[books thudding]

How to Go On Living
When Someone You Love Dies.

[book thudding]

Those books don't have the answer I need

when Gigi asks me how her mother died.

[monitor beeping steadily]

[Austin]
The heart is exposed.

Prepare the bypass catheters.

Oh.

-Well, that could be a problem.
-Dr. Austin?

The proximal aorta
was damaged in the trauma.

People, we have to work quickly
if we don't want--

[monitor beeping rapidly]

Ruptured aorta.

All right, everybody,
listen up, there's a new plan.

All eyes on me.

We're gonna have to crash on pump.

You two cannulate the femoral artery.

I will cannulate the IVC
through the right atrium.

Be ready to start bypass on my order.

We are against the clock, people,

so let's move fast.

All right, clamp number one.

Scalpel.

Catheter.

[anesthesiologist]
BP 87/48 and dropping.

Let's start the bypass.
Cool the blood to 18 degrees Celsius.

[Jessica] Did we do it, Dr. Austin?

[Austin] Did great,
but don't get too excited.

That was just step one
in keeping this man alive.

Once his temperature cools to 18 degrees,

we will drain
all the blood out of his body.

-[Trevor] The hell?
-And then we will perform

a two-hour repair in 20 minutes
to give him his blood back

before he goes brain-dead.

Devi, where you headed?

OR One, Kranepool.

Hear he's a disaster.

It's our second dance of the day.

He almost killed a patient
and then threatened to exile me.

I've been anxious all morning

at the thought of returning to his OR.

I'm about to do battle
with a wicked spinal GBM.

-Love to have you with me.
-I wish I could.

Now let's hope I don't
pass out from the stress.

[chuckles quietly]

[dials]

-[Conrad] Hey.
-Hey.

You asked me if Nic
ever passed out playing sports,

and she didn't,
but she did faint a few times at school.

Mm, when and what were the circumstances?

Like, right before a big test.

You know, midterm or a final.

It's probably nothing,
but I thought you should know.

-Can you do me a favor?
-Name it.

I-I need you to call Kyle.

He's-he's not speaking to me.

You can make up
some excuse why you're calling,

and then, I don't know, I just…

I need you to ask him if Nic's mom
had a history of fainting.

Will do.

[suction whirring]

Did your med school
teach you to assist the attending

or get in his way?

To assist, Dr. Kranepool.

[Kranepool groans] Are you deaf and blind?

[Leela] No. I don't
have either of those disabilities.

[Kranepool] I've had enough.
Scrub out,

get your eyes and ears checked.
Now.

-I'm sorry, Dr. Kranepool.
-Get out!

Now.

[rapid beeping]

[anesthesiologist]
Patient is tachy to the 170s.

I need suction over here.

[suction whirring]

[Bell] Gloves, please.

-Thank you.
-[glove snaps]

Randolph, what the hell?

I was watching upstairs.

Looked like you could use a hand.

-You were babysitting me?
-[Bell] Suction.

Lap pad.

[rapid beeping continues]

And clamp.

[rapid beeping stops]

[Kranepool] You crossed a line.

Shouldn't have been near
the right hepatic, you blew through it.

You couldn't find it, your patient was
bleeding out. You left me no choice.

[sighs]

[door opens]

You've got a set of balls on you.

Hey, we need to have
an honest conversation

about your fitness for surgery.

-Are you for real?
-Oh, come on, Aaron,

what happened in
there was very problematic.

Oh, please. You put on your cape
and flew in for a minor miscue.

You're a nervous Nellie.

You should be embarrassed.

[sighs] Will you show me
the results of your Hopkins tests?

When did you become so sanctimonious?

Surgery is rarely flawless.

-Always complications.
-You used to be

the closest thing to flawless
I've ever seen.

I recall an appendectomy

you performed a few years back.

Your patient died on your table.

I didn't come
knocking on your door, did I?

But you should have.

I'm not the same man I was four years ago.

-Got that right.
-It's my greatest regret,

putting my own self-interest first.

And if you want to hold me accountable

for the appendectomy,
I will take what comes.

Good God, you've lost your way.

For the sake of our friendship,

don't mention my surgical skills again.

I'll see you on the squash court tonight.

A good, old-fashioned drubbing

will put your feet back on the ground
where they belong.

[door closes]

Right now he's an enormous liability.

I wish I could fire him, but we both know

-how difficult that is.
-That's like firing a tenured professor.

Plus, he's an icon.

And he's entitled to due process.

Well, it's a moot point.

We don't have the necessary documentation

-to prove he's dangerous.
-True.

And most of his patients' complications

fall under "acceptable" risks of surgery.

Oh, the system doesn't work.

Yeah, well…

we've been allowed
to build too high a wall

to protect ourselves.

Bottom line, Kranepool is a time bomb,

and I don't want him exploding
on my watch.

[sighs]

[Conrad] Yeah.

We're getting close, kiddo.

Grandpa Kyle told Aunt Billie

that Mama and her mama both fainted

a few times over the years.

-Yeah. Yeah.
-[squeals happily]

Always in the summer.

I know.

Always in the summer, when it's hot

and they were dehydrated.

They didn't think
it was significant back then,

but now…

I think… it is very…

very significant.

We got a couple more things we need to do.

-[squeals happily]
-Okay? Oh?

Yeah, you like that?

Couple more pieces to complete our puzzle.

-[babbles]
-But I promise you,

I promise you I won't stop
until we have all the answers we need.

Hey, Conrad.

-Listen, about today--
-Ah, forget it.

I think I've figured it out.

-Okay.
-Nic has a family history of early death,

starting with her mom.

They both had fainting spells.

Nic had PVCs on the monitor.

-She had a normal echo and a normal EKG.
-Which proves my point.

Everything we're
talking about is characteristic

of catecholaminergic polymorphic VT.

[Devon sighs]

Listen.

Are you serious?

Do you know how rare that is?

But it makes perfect sense.

A genetic form of sudden cardiac failure.

Conrad…

You can have a normal
resting heart function.

But stress and physical exertion
can cause serious arrhythmia.

You can pass out, even die.

Fine.
I mean, that is possible.

All the panic attacks Nic had,

everything that we thought
was the thyroid,

that could have been CPVT.

Yes, it's a compelling theory--

She's stressed out on the drive home,

rushing to get back to us.

That could have sparked the arrhythmia.

Wait a second.

But it is a theory without evidence.

That's why I brought Gigi in.

I'm gonna have her tested
for the CPVT gene.

Then I'll know.

So, um, how many times
did that cop almost die in there?

-Mm, by my count, three.
-Right, right.

So, um, why'd you go above and beyond

and give this guy the chance to destroy

a few more brothers down the road?

[chuckles softly]
Look, the best I can do

in the face of ignorance is be better.

My excellence is the best revenge.

So you think this guy
is gonna change his worldview

because a Black doctor
saved his life with his "excellence"?

[laughs] Come on, man, that's naive.

Whoa, hold up, slow your roll.

It's not about the cop, Sherlock.

It's about me.

Saint or sinner,

they all get treated the same
underneath my knife.

In the sanctity of my OR,

there is no place for moral relativism.

When the world around me is irredeemable,

I am a righteous man.

What kind of man do you want to be?

[door opens, closes]

I have an early surgery tomorrow,
so let's not dawdle.

I believe it's my serve.

You served the ball
out of bounds,

so it's actually my serve.

No.

If we're gonna settle this on the court,
we got to play by the same rules.

The hell is that supposed to mean?

[panting]

One-zero.

[Kranepool groans]

[Kranepool groaning]

[panting]

Seven-nothing.

[both panting]

I've been letting you win
for the past year.

You're not good enough.

Look, you taught me how to play the game.

I could see how unbearable it was
for you to lose,

-so I've just been ignoring the bad calls.
-Serve the damn ball.

-[grunts]
-[groans]

No, I'm all right… fine.

It's your peripheral vision.
We both know that.

I can put the ball where
you can't find it every time.

Serve the ball.

[groaning]

[both panting]

I take no joy in this, A.K.

People are getting hurt.

This is your exit ramp.
Just take it.

Rest on your laurels
before you destroy them.

I have no hobbies and three alimonies.

What am I to do with the rest of my life?

I don't know.

But you got to find a new game.

[exhales]

[grunts]

[faucet running]

[turns off faucet]

[sighs heavily]

To answer your question,

I'm not angry at him.

I'm trying to protect him.

From you?

He's not the product of first love.

I was raped.

By our neighbor.

I was 13.
He was a grown man.

Billie…

Trevor wants to know who his father is.

Is that an answer anyone needs?

Damn.

I can't even…

begin to understand that kind of pain.

And I can only imagine
how hard it is to even say those words.

So I'm honored that
you shared that with me.

-And, Billie, I am so--
-AJ,

don't say you're sorry.

You're a good man.

Just stay in your lane.

[door opens]

[door closes]

You get the results?

Uh…

negative.

She doesn't have it.

And…

Nic probably didn't, either.

A million things happen every second

to every single person on the planet.

Some are joyful,

most are inconsequential,

and a few…

[choked up] are unbearable.

Those are the hardest ones to explain.

Can you make peace with that?

You've been talking at me nonstop all day.

What happened, you, uh,
you run out of words or something?

[wry chuckle]

Not possible.

[laughs]
Yeah, I didn't think so.

Hey, so would it be cool
if I come back to watch

some more of your surgeries?

Look, Trevor, um…

Look, we can keep meeting up, right?

You know, grab something to eat,
chop it up.

-Yeah.
-But, um…

we're gonna have to
steer clear of Chastain.

She, uh, she told you
not to bring me around?

Yeah.

-What the hell did I ever do to her?
-Nothing.

Now, this is not on you.

This is no reflection
of your worth, Trevor.

This is about Billie.

All right?
You haven't done anything wrong.

Yeah, it doesn't feel like that, man.

I know.
I know, man.

And I know in the moment
you may feel… disposable.

But you are not.

Billie's got her own story, man.

She… she's got her own damage.

You're just caught up in the crossfire.

You hear me?

Yeah.

Yeah, I hear you.

All right.

I'm embarrassed to admit it,
but I'm still not even sure

I did the right thing reporting Kranepool.

Look, Kranepool almost killed someone
after he banned you from his OR.

If you hadn't told Kit,
Bell wouldn't have been in there

to save the patient's life.

Thank you.

For what?

For confirming what I believe.

That people deserve the truth,

no matter how complicated
or painful it can be.

To friends, old and new.

[chuckles]

[sighs] Everything hurts.

Well, not to minimize your discomfort…

but it was worth it.

Aaron Kranepool has retired.

[sighing]

Well…

I'm relieved, but…

maybe a little heartbroken.

You've saved who knows how many lives.

I lost an old friend in the bargain.

You've done him a great service as well.

Perhaps one day he'll figure that out.

-[exhales]
-Oh, come on, look,

your posture cannot be helping
your discomfort. Scooch down.

[groans in pain]

-Wait, wait, wait.
-[laughs]

[long exhale]

-How does that feel?
-Good, really…

[chuckles]
That's good.

Just promise me

when it's time for me to hang up
my squash racket, you'll…

just-just tell me

-in no uncertain terms.
-Oh, you know I will.

No, I do know that.

It gives me great comfort.

[takes deep breath]

Should we have that dinner
we've been trying to have?

I'd like that.

[Bell takes deep breath]

You know, Kit, apropos of so many things,

there's-there's no one's opinion
of me that matters more…

than yours.

♪ Standing on the platform ♪

♪ Watching you go ♪

♪ It's like no other pain ♪

♪ I've ever known ♪

♪ Strangers rushing past ♪

♪ Just trying to get home ♪

♪ You were the only ♪

♪ Safe haven that I've known ♪

♪ Hits me at full speed ♪

♪ Feel like I can't breathe ♪

♪ And nobody knows ♪

♪ This pain inside me ♪

♪ My world is crumbling ♪

♪ I should never have ♪

♪ Let you go ♪

[exhales]

♪ I think I'm lost ♪

♪ Without you ♪

♪ Standing on the platform ♪

♪ Watching you go ♪

♪ You said, "I want to see the world" ♪

♪ And I said ♪

♪ "Go" ♪

[closing theme music playing]