A Gifted Man (2011–2012): Season 1, Episode 10 - In Case of a Bolt from the Blue - full transcript

Where's my forceps?

Retracting.

Pickups.

Now, clamp off...

You need to retract...

Somebody kill the music.

Can't hear myself think.

Relax, Michael.

- It's not brain surgery.
- Well...

I can't have any distractions
while I'm operating.

You're not.



You're the patient.

Oh, this isn't good.

- Should we try and resect it?
- He's tachycardic.

Does it hurt?

Yes.

You need to tell someone.

Okay.

Guys, I am not under.

Blood pressure's rising.

Look at me.

- He's hemorrhaging.
- Listen to me! I am awake.

The anesthesiologist screwed up.

I can feel this.

Hey, someone. Someone!



This entire segment
is beginning to necrose.

Nothing we can do to save it.

Anna. Anna!

Forecasted snowfall

for the entire
New York City area

is 20 to 25 inches
in the next 24 hours,

with a high wind advisory
in effect...

Anna?

Boundary lines
are screwy enough.

Now you're invading my dreams?

You're not Tavo.

Hector. If you could
just fill this out.

Do I look like
a clinica patient?

Uh, you're limping.

Pulled a muscle playing hockey.
I'm fine.

- Play nice, Dr. Holt.
- When am I not nice?

Who's my first patient?

Oh. Uh, hold on.

I-I had it right here.

Who was next?

Sorry about that, folks.

Everyone sit back down.
You will be called by name.

When you figure it out,

put the patient
in the exam room,

put the chart on the
back of the door,

come find me.

Good luck.

How we feeling today,
Mrs. Polanco?

Missus?

You don't look like a Mary.

Marty.

Excuse me a moment.

Hector.

You gave me the chart
of Mary Polanco

instead of Marty Polanco.

Oh. That wasn't me.

Then who was it?

Well, Autumn was
helping me out, so...

Is there a problem?

It's the wrong file,
and he thinks I did it.

But it was you, right?
I didn't pull it.

Well, I didn't pull it.
Could somebody just give me

the correct one, please?

It's okay.

Any question, just ask me.

I will, but seriously,
it wasn't me.

Guys, guys, you forgot your...

Huh.

Oh, Anna.

What are you up to now?
You...

Great. Now I'm talking to you
when you aren't even here.

I don't know what's crazier.

"Mary Polanco, 25 pounds lost."

"Syndrome X"?

Autumn, you know what,
uh, syndrome X is?

I can't believe you don't.

Oh, that's right...
You only treat, uh,

rare, freaky brain diseases
over at that fancy place.

That's funny.

You're adorable as
you are helpful.

Syndrome x is an epidemic...

Diabetes, obesity
and hypertension.

Docs in family medicine
see it so often,

they gave it its own
medical shorthand.

Gotcha.

And in case you need
any more schooling,

"HV" means "Home Visit."

Got it.

Can you file this for me?

Is this some dominance assertion
mind game?

They were all home visits.

She's an agoraphobic shut-in.

Who?

Oh, God.

The trauma room is now
complete and free of trauma.

Yeah.

You're limping.

You want me to help
you with that?

No.

Medical personnel only, Anton.

Promise I'll stay
behind the line.

Something's bothering you.

Yeah, your powers
never cease to amaze me.

Anna used to hand-deliver
benazepril and Insulin

to a shut-in
with no support system.

Who took over for her
when she moved on?

Nobody.
Her meds have been here

for three months.

What now, brother?

I can't believe this woman

just fell through the cracks.

I know. I mean, this
place is usually

such a well-oiled machine.

Somebody's got
to check in on her.

I nominate you.

No.
You can get Zeke or Kate.

I've got a, uh, date

with a misbehaving
amygdala back at Holt.

Oh, that will be my
angry reminder now.

I'm on my way, Rita.

What's up?

What do you mean?

Well, does he know the
cancellation policy?

Fine.

Unbelievable.

I, uh, couldn't help
overhearing

that your day just opened up.

Autumn, anyone can
take this one.

But you get a brain
tumor, I'm all yours.

Come on. Mary's
right on your way.

She's in the exact
opposite direction.

If this is Anna's
unfinished business,

- closure could be cathartic.
- You know what?

I always seem to cave in
and say yes.

What happens if I say no?

Ouch. Right in
the hoo-hahs.

Talk about an immediate
cosmic answer.

A Gifted Man; Season 1, Episode 10
In Case Of A Bolt From The Blue
Original Air Date January 06, 2012

Hey, Mary, you in there?

She hasn't left her
home in three years.

Where else would she be?

We're here from
Clinica Sanando.

Go away.

We brought your medication.

Robert?

Uh... no.

It's Dr. Michael Holt.

Where have you been, Robert?

Who's Robert?

Ex-husband.

I have the prescriptions

that Dr. Anna Paul
used to bring you.

I don't know anybody

by that name.

Sure, you do.

Uh, we have a picture

that she took
of the two of you.

Anna was the only person
I trusted in the whole world.

She used to bring me

this delicious carob.

It was so good,
I didn't even miss my chocolate.

She was trying to help me.

Then she stopped coming.

Well, she didn't mean to.

Um, Anna's the one who sent us.

You didn't
tell me you were

bringing people home
for dinner.

Hey, check her file.

There's got to be family
or somebody that can help.

Well, emergency
contact is blank.

And there's nothing in
here about dementia.

What is wrong with her?

She's been off her meds
for three months.

Could be DKA
or hypertensive encephalopathy.

You're limping.

- Did you hurt yourself?
- No, no, I'm fine.

I just need to take your
blood pressure, okay?

Oh, she wasn't always a hermit.

New year's, 2006.

- She looks great.
- Please don't do this.

Mary, stay with me.

It's okay.

Pressure's 150/93.

Well, all her
scripts are empty.

Mary, when's the
last time you tested

- your blood sugar?
- Hmm?

Well, Dr. Holt needs
to do that now, okay?

No. No.
Wait and let Anna do it.

No, I'm a doctor.

No, you're not.
No, where is she?

Mary, listen, I need
you to hold still.

Where is she?
What have you done with her?

Where is she?

- Where's Anna?
- Anna's dead.

She's the only one I had left.

I'm so sorry.

That's the only reason

she stopped coming to see you.

Blood sugar's too high
to register.

I need to do a chemistry
and a blood gas.

- We need to take her to the Clinica.
- No.

I-I can't leave the apartment.

Please, Robert.

Just going to be
for a quick test.

But now I got to give you
some Insulin.

I will be right there.

No, I-I-I can't take the crowds.

No.

There won't be lots
of people there, will there?

Excuse me.

I-I need to get by.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Anton. I-I need help.

Guess your meditation class
did nothing to calm him down.

Dante.

Something's happened to you.

Hey, my brother's tattoo

is not getting
any less infected.

- How much longer?
- Hi. Sorry for the intrusion, brother.

Dante here needs
to see a doctor.

Okay. I just need
his mother to...

There's no time
to fill out the forms.

- I'm having a heart attack.
- He's always dying of something.

Ask the docs... they
all know Dante.

This is real.

My left arm is numb and tingly.

That sounds
like a heart attack to me.

Dr. Sykora!

Okay.

Dante, I see from your chart

we last saw you
for a suspected listeria?

'Cause he read online

about that outbreak
from bad cantaloupe.

Ah, well, I'm glad
that turned out

to be a false alarm.

I wish this one was, too,
but it's not.

All right, well,
let's take a look.

Actually, your heart is fine.

That's impossible.

See here.

Your T segments are normal.

If you were having
a heart attack,

they would be elevated.

Then why is my arm still tingly?

It's called a paresthesia.
It's harmless.

Maybe you slept on it wrong.

No. I didn't have it
when I woke up.

All right, well, a lot of times, there's...

Come on in.
A lot of times,

they don't have
a specific cause.

I hear my favorite
patient's here again.

But I promise, it'll
go away on its own.

That's it? You're not gonna
figure out what's wrong with me?

Well, now that I know it's
not an emergency, I kind of

have to see all the patients
who came in before you.

On the Internet,
it said the tingling

could be a sign of infection,

exposure to toxins or ischemia.

I don't think we're looking

at any of those, Dante,
but if your mom

is willing to stick around
till I finish up

with my next patient,
I would be happy

to give you a full checkup.

No way, Dante.

I've missed enough work,

and you have wasted enough
of their time.

Please, mom.

All right, on one condition.

No more WebMD searches.

Thanks, Dr. Zeke.

Hang in there, buddy.
I won't be long.

Okay, just a little
further, Mary.

No. I can't.

Yes, you can.
Yes, you can, Mary.

Come on.

Oh, my God.
Is that my Mary?

That's right.
You're doing great, Mary.

No, Robert, I can't.
I can't, Robert!

- Oh, Michael, what happened to her?
- Look at her.

I know, we need
to calm her down.

So... how do we do that?

I don't know.

I don't know, either.

I've never seen
her like this before.

It's okay, it's okay.
You ready?

Okay.

Come on.

Mary was severely
agoraphobic,

but her diabetes and
hypertension were under control.

She was not demented.

How long have I been dead?

It's been three months
since Anna saw her, right?

You know that.

Three months?

I can't believe
I've been gone so long.

Robert, I wanna go back.

Just... tell
me about Robert.

You know as much as I do.

Sad story.

He was charming
and fun and so handsome.

They had a fairy tale wedding,
an apartment

on Central Park West.

I have a meeting with our equity
research analyst on the IPO.

Let's go.

- Where'd that come from?
- Beats me.

She was a senior V.P. of global
operations at a major firm.

So, uh... Mary was a bigwig?

Really?
Where'd you see that?

Okay.

Mary, you got
to keep that fastened.

Do you even know where the meeting is?

- No, you gotta...
- Proceed to highlighted route...

Those are pre-sets for a ski
resort upstate.

What's wrong, Mary?

Uh, it's her agoraphobia.

She's having a panic attack.

No, that sounds like kussmaul
respirations from the diabetes.

- That's gotta be it.
- Which one?

What are we waiting for?

We got to get her back

to the clinic,
but Broadway's jammed.

I'll cut over on Bowery.

Hey. What's the deal with
your little pal Dante?

Oh, I've seen him
at least a dozen times.

Sciatica, Lupus...
Lou Gehrig's disease.

He's our resident
hypochondriac.

Yeah, I figured
that out already.

What do you think that's about?

Take a wild guess.

He's too small, he's
too smart, he sucks at sports.

He's being bullied. Yeah, the pretend
illnesses keep him outta school.

Does the mother know?

She's a single mother,
she works full-time.

She does everything she can.

- Which is what?
- The same things I've done.

Contacted his principal, his
guidance counselor.

And?

Well, if it was physical abuse,
they'd expel the little jerks.

But it's verbal,
it's humiliation...

So that makes it okay?

Do you have any idea how many
kids commit suicide

because of bullying?

Sorry to keep
you waiting, Dante.

Dante?

Hey.

Hi, Zeke.

Did you not hear Dr. Kate
just now?

No.

Why didn't I?

I don't know.
What's going on with your ears?

My right one kinda hurts.

It might just be wax build-up,
but I'm gonna take a peek, okay?

Dr. Zeke, could you take a look?

Wh-what's wrong?

The tympanic membrane is
ruptured.

- What does that mean?
- His eardrum burst.

Well, how?
What did you stick in your ear?

Nothing, I swear.

Why did this happen to me?

Well, eardrums can rupture
because of infection,

but I'm not seeing any
pus or inflammation.

- Am I going deaf?
- No.

It'll heal itself
within a month or two.

Dante, did a bully do this?

Is that what happened?
Did a kid at school hit you?

- No.
- That couldn't be it.

School was closed today
because of the snow.

He was home.

That blood was fresh.
This happened today.

And it wasn't psychosomatic.

First the arm
paresthesia, now this.

- What the hell is it?
- You know, I would have bet the farm

on bullies, until mom said there
was no school today.

He was home alone;
That just leaves mom.

She seemed pretty fed
up with all the trips

she's had to make in here.
You think she could've hit him?

Maybe my hypochondria
theory is off.

What if she put it all into
his head and she's...

- Getting attention from it?
- Munchausen by proxy.

After all those false alarms, she has to
step up her game with an actual injury.

If that's true,
it'll only escalate.

We should split them up.

Tell the mom I want to
see her in exam room two.

What the hell, bro?!

- He's been back there for three hours!
- Hector, I need an exam room.

They're all full!

All right, just keep an eye on
her and I'll get the Insulin.

Yo, spaz, I'm not gonna ask again.
Uh... Autumn?

- Sir, is there a problem?
- Yeah, I been here forever.

I just need someone
to go back there

- and check on my brother.
- If you take a seat, we can...

Mary!

What happened?

I don't know; I just turned
away for a second.

Okay. Get back.

Get back.
Mary, don't move.

Stay calm.
All right?

I want to make sure you
didn't break anything, okay?

Make them go away!

Stand back. Give her room.

You're okay. I'm gonna get
you up now, okay?

- Robert, please. Help.
- Okay.

- Get me out of here, get me out of here!
- Okay, okay.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

She's having an anxiety attack.

Just find my bag
and get the lorazepam.

You know, Dante,
it's not unusual

for kids to protect the people
who are hurting them.

Especially if it's someone close
to them, like a relative.

That isn't it.

Did your mom hurt you?

No.

Will you tell me who did?

I don't know!

I was walking alone,
and the next thing I knew

I woke up face-down in the snow.

Wait, you were unconscious?

Why didn't you mention that?

My mom was at work.

I wasn't supposed to be outside.

She worries about me.

What's the last thing
you remember?

A loud crack.

Like a gun.

Oh, you think
somebody shot at you?

I'm not making this up.

Please don't tell my mom
I messed up again.

Sweetie, this is not your fault.

It is. She used to take me to
the real hospital, and now

she can't pay the bills so
that's why we come here.

What happened to me?

I don't know, but I promise
you I'm gonna figure it out.

All right? I need to
keep examining you.

Why don't you sit up?

And I'm gonna lift up your shirt
so I can listen to your lungs.

Dante, do you know
how you got this?

I don't know.

Is it skin cancer?

- Hey.
- Hey.

So I have this case, he's a
12-year-old hypochondriac...

I'm a little busy with
my own problem patient.

A syndrome X
with a shuffling gait,

so I might be adding Parkinson's
to her list of problems.

And definitely dementia.

Although Anna said there were no
signs of dementia

three months ago.
When did Anna tell you that?

Well, she would have noted it in
Mary's chart.

What's wrong with you?

Ah... nothing.

Just the, uh, painful
realization

that I'll never play pro hockey.

Good news for Mary, though...

No ketones, so we know
it's not, uh, ketoacidosis.

What are you doing?

- Drop trou.
- Excuse me?

You're hurt, man. And based on the area you
keep pressing, I'm guessing inguinal hernia.

- You lift something heavy?
- Don't quit your day job.

This is my day job.

- Let me take a look. Come on.
- No.

- Nice try.
- Just let me feel it.

- No. What are you doing?
- Let me just...

- Get our hands away...
- Would you stop being a dumb ass?!

- Let me just feel. Take off the belt.
- Hi, boys.

What's going on?

- I'm pretty sure Michael has...
- A pulled muscle.

I'm fine.

Don't we have some sick patients
out there in actual need

- of Zeke's wonderful medical care?
- We do.

There's a development with
Dante, so when you're done with

your little tickle fight,
you want to come take a look?

Yeah, give me a minute.

- Do you have a fever? Nauseous?
- No.

You know, if it is a hernia
and it becomes strangulated,

you could lose part of your
intestine, or worse.

You do know the signs, right?

Yeah, I got it.

You got it, okay.

What's up with Michael?

Um... let me get
back to you on that.

I just checked in on Dante.

What the hell is
that on his back?

I was hoping you would know.

I've never seen
anything like it.

He says it's painless.
It's gotta be erythematous.

Yeah, I could see it was broken
capillaries, but from what?

Mom?

No, I don't think so.

What is that pattern?

It's... a lichtenberg figure.

Look at this.

"Lichtenberg figures present as
reddish, fernlike patterns

"that are created by the rupture
of small capillaries

"caused by the shock wave from a
lightning discharge

"as it flashes over the skin.

They are also known
as lightning flowers."

Dante was struck by lightning.

He got hit by lightning
in the middle of Central Park

in the middle of snow storm?
That's crazy.

It's rare, but it does happen.
It's called thundersnow.

Right. And nobody
else saw this.

Well, the snow absorbs
the sound and the light

from the thunder and the
lightning,

so it's practically silent
and invisible.

How did he survive?

It probably
wasn't a direct hit.

Maybe a sideswipe off
a tree or something.

We're thinking it's what's
called a flashover.

Which would explain why
he has no burn marks.

So, what happens now?

Well, he was hit
by 30 million volts.

So, there's a possibility of
neurological complications.

He should definitely be seen
by a brain specialist.

You're in luck, though.
We have one on staff today.

Rita... call Mendelssohn,
and, uh...

Schedule an emergency
herniorrhaphy.

Who's the patient?

Me.

Tell him, uh, based on
the nausea and the fever,

that it's strangulated.

Michael.

People have died from
strangulated hernias.

Don't be a jackass.
Get your butt over here now.

No, forget that.

I'm calling a private ambulance.

Don't do that, Rita...

Yeah, well, yeah...
Already done.

What were you planning on doing?

Waltzing out of there as if

there was nothing
wrong with you?

Try it, and I'll
kill you myself.

There you are.

Hey, look, I can see
you're on your way out,

but I have a patient
that I really need you

to take a look at.
No, I really can't right now.

Sorry, Kate, I can't really...

Please, I promise you're going
to find this one fascinating.

Hector.
Where's Dante?

Mrs. Crim asked me
the same thing.

She went to the
little girls' room,

and when she got back,
Dante was gone.

She said he was really scared.

He must've gone home,
and she took off after him.

No, no, no.
Well, track her down,

- and get her to bring him back here.
- Okay.

We're here to
pick up Michael Holt.

Yes. I'm Dr. Holt.

Um, the patient is
in exam room one.

I thought you were the patient.

No. You're mistaken.

Right in there. Zeke.

Could you help discharge
Ms. Polanco, please?

What's going on?

This is what I wanted
to tell you about.

Um, the, uh... got a shut-in
with multiple health issues,

diminished faculties,
and no support system,

and I can't send her home.

And you hired a private
ambulance to take her to Holt?

Yeah.

I need to run some tests,
figure out placement.

That's fantastic.
What's gotten into you?

She was a pet project of Anna's
that I need to see through.

You know, I'm sure you were
no picnic as a husband,

but you're like apparently
the world's greatest ex-husband.

You, uh... you should
probably accompany her, huh?

That's a great idea.

He stole all my money.

It's a free clinic, Mary.

No one's taken a dime from you.

It's okay. I got it
from here, Autumn.

Oh, God...

Where'd they come from?

The husband waved us down
on the way over here.

His wife's contractions
are two minutes apart,

and they'd been
trying to catch a taxi

to Manhattan Memorial
for 30 minutes.

Sir, you got an excellent
clinic right here.

Any one of these doctors
can deliver your wife's baby.

Corinna had complications
with her last pregnancy.

She's gonna need a c-section.

We didn't realize we'd be
picking up you and a patient.

Doesn't look like
there's enough room.

Your call, Dr. Holt.

All right.

Take Mary to Holt,
take them to Manhattan Memorial.

I'll take my car
and meet you there.

Ah...

Oh, that was not bright.

Come back?

Okay, I get it.

I screwed up.

Oh, my God. Michael!

Michael.

Are you okay?
Did you hit your head?

No. No.

All right.
You all right?

What happened?

Strangulated hernia.

Why didn't you say anything?

You should've
let me examine you.

You knew, and you
didn't tell me?

Well, I tried.

And you... you wait until the...
Your life's in danger

till you seek
medical attention?

- Worst patient ever.
- How we doing on that ambulance?

They're backed up over an hour
because of the blizzard.

Forget it. We're
operating here.

Oh, tell me there's
another option.

There isn't.

You know, if you gave me
a pair of gloves, I could help.

Aw, man, I told you
we should've

forced those benzos
down his throat.

The local's fine.

Almost done opening
the hernia sac.

Okay, don't Nick the bowel.

And watch the inguinal nerve.

Watch the back seat operating.

Wouldn't want me
to get distracted

and accidentally give
you half a vasectomy.

Okay.

Here we go.

Bowel is reducing nicely
into the abdominal cavity.

You feeling some pressure?

Nope, I'm good.

Not too late for
the loopy juice, man.

I'm good.

Strangulated hernia?

You okay?

I'm fine.

What happened?

A damn hockey injury.

I will never understand,
on any plane of existence,

why you are so hard
on that gorgeous body.

Does it hurt?

I dreamed this.

- You dreamed about me?
- You dreamed about me?

It was more of
a nightmare, really.

But you guys weren't in it.

What was it about?

I was being operated on.

Without anesthesia.

Wow. A psychic brain surgeon.

My mind must've
incorporated the pain

from the pulled muscle
into my dream.

It was not ESP.

Maybe it was a warning
from your guardian angel.

That you should
have listened to.

I'm a ghost.
I'm not the Amazing Kreskin.

Okay.

You're doing great, Michael.
We're almost done.

- I want to close it up myself.
- That's funny.

I don't want a scar.

Subcuticular stitches
are my specialty.

Seriously, Michael?

Worst patient ever.

Sorry, we're not seeing
any more patients tonight.

Mrs. Crim, you finally
got my messages.

- Did Dante come back here?
- Not that I know of.

When I got home,
he wasn't there.

Think he's lost
in the blizzard?

I'm praying he never left.

Dante!

Are you here?

Answer me!

Oh...

Michael?

Where the hell are you?

Michael...

You had your hernia
surgery here?

Give me some advance
notice next time,

and I'll book you a nice bodega.
Rita...

- What are you doing here?
- Well, you gave me no choice.

Imagine my surprise
when the ambulance

I ordered for you arrived.

It was like a damn clown car.

Paramedics, a dementia patient,
pregnant lady, but no Michael.

You took care of...

You-you got Mary settled
in at Holt, right?

Of course I did.
Okay, okay.

It's your first time
here, right?

So what do you think
of the place?

I love the decor.

Early staph infection?

I'm sure as hell not letting you
recuperate in this hole.

I'm going to rest for one hour,

and then go home.

Dante?

Hey, uh...
We lost a patient.

Have you by any chance seen a
boy about yea high, glasses?

No.

Okay.

Here's the deal.

Len's truck is outside.

I will get you bundled up
and back to civilization

where I can keep an eye on you,

before they lose you, too.

Dante?

I'm going to
look in the front again.

Dante?
Come on out, Dante.

It's okay,
come on out.

Zeke!

In here.

Hey, bud.

You okay?

My head really hurts.

Come here.

Shh. You're going
to be okay.

I'm not.

I think the lightning
fried my brain.

The kids at school
are bad enough.

Now I'm being picked on by God?

Not "picked on." Chosen.

Get him up. Let me see him.

Come on.

How are you, buddy?

Not good.

I have a bad headache.

When you and Dr. Kate were
whispering to my mom earlier,

were you telling her
I was gonna die?

No.

Does it hurt that bad?

Let me see.
Look at me.

Open up.

How's he look, Zeke?

His pupil's blown.

Lightning strike victim
showing signs

of increased ICP.

Don't even think it, Michael.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

He's seizing.
Get him on his side.

Give me five milligrams
of midazolam.

Oh, hell.
I'll find it.

Make room for one more in the truck.
Yeah.

Removing the bone flap.

Ready to evacuate the hematoma.

Bipolar cautery to me.

Dante has an epidural bleed.

Geez, this kid
can't catch a break.

Will he be okay?

What's happening?

It's all going fine, Dr. Holt.

It doesn't sound fine.

Just a little bit of rebleeding.

- We're cauterizing it now.
- Do a couple durotomies

to check for any subdural
blood before you close.

I know you're the boss,

but do you really
think you should be

consulting on this
hopped up on pain meds?

If you're not open
to my consult,

find another place to work.

FYI, he refused any pain meds

except for ibuprofen.

Let's try this again.

Whatever you want, Dr. Holt.

This isn't about me, Oscar.
It's about the patient.

- The patient's gonna be fine.
- What are you doing out of bed?

I'm staying till
the surgery's over.

Talk to me.

You have got to get some sleep.

I have got to do my rounds.

Try it, and I'll pump

your I.V.
Full of propofol.

All right, at least
let me check on Mary.

Then I'll call it a night.

She's resting comfortably...
Between sheet changes.

What was that?

It's the one detail
you left off

her recent medical history...
Incontinence.

Nurse Colette
is in a mood over it.

Wet, wacky and wild.

Oh, sounds like somebody
took his meds.

No, no, Mary's symptoms...

Incontinence, dementia
and her unsteady gait.

Wet, wacky and wild.

Lucky I was here to
cover for your boss, Rita.

Okay, that should do it.

Hi, Mary.

Remember me?

Rita.

You were yelling at everybody

when I got here
in the ambulance.

Well, welcome back.

What have they been
doing to me?

Just withdrawing

spinal fluid

to relieve the pressure
off your brain.

Based on how lucid
she's sounding,

I'd say Dr. Holt's
diagnosis is correct.

What do I have
wrong with me now?

Normal pressure hydrocephalus.

It's a condition
often misdiagnosed

as Alzheimer's or Parkinson's.

It's caused by a buildup
of the cerebrospinal fluid

of the ventricles of the brain.

But, unlike Alzheimer's
or Parkinson's,

NPH is completely reversible.

What am I going to do with you?

Thanks for helping out, Zeke.

I'll be sending you my bill.

The clarity
that you're experiencing now

will not last long.

The fluid will slowly
build up again.

But in a day or two,

when Dr. Holt is
back up to snuff,

he can perform a
ventriculostomy

and you'll be good as new.

Will it cure the diabetes

and agoraphobia?

No.

But no more confusion.

The clinic will help you
manage the other conditions.

And we can also get you help.

Is there anyone we
can call for you?

No.

I don't have anyone.

How are you?

You remember when you
were trying to explain

what it's been like for
you since you died?

Like it'd be for you
being trapped behind glass

and seeing someone
who needs surgery?

That happened to me
last night.

I get it.

I...

I'm so sorry.

Didn't take
any pain meds, huh?

Right.

I didn't.

And I am working today.

Oh, yeah, we'll see.

Thank you for helping Mary.

Thank you...

For... braving

a blizzard for me.
Really.

- Anytime.
- Hey.

Just came to check on the
world's worst patient.

How you doing?

Thanks to you,
I am once again perfect.

Do you know he tried
to take over his own surgery?

Who does that?

Don't get me started.

Oh, there are stories
I could tell you.

- I let you close up, didn't I?
- You let me?

How do you deal
with this crazy control freak?

Yeah, we need to have
a long lunch.

I'd love to be in on that.

What are you doing
in here, Mary?

All those nurses kept coming
in and out of my room.

I couldn't stand it.

This was the only place
I could find to be alone.

Would you like me to try
to track down Robert for you?

Oh, yeah, that would be great.

Then I could have him arrested.

Why would you bring up
that lowlife?

Dr. Holt said you kept
saying his name yesterday.

Then I must have been really...

Out of it.

Maybe the confusion
was a blessing.

What did he do to you?

He made me fall in love
with him, marry him.

And then he conned me

out of everything
I had in the world.

It was so humiliating.

So you crawled
in a hole to die.

Honey, don't you know
a good life is the best revenge?

Too late for that.

It's never too late.

I may scream joie de vivre now,

but I have battled more
than my share of demons

and come out the better for it.

So can you.

I'm not going to let you
crawl back in that hole.

Zeus, uh, Thor,

Jupiter, Apocatequil.

Every culture, the lightning
God has been the king.

Anton? What are you
doing here?

Oh, Michael, you're
your old self again.

- Dr. Little Creek...
- Not a doctor.

Shaman. I'm not a
medical doctor.

I was just helping Dante home.

Oh. He was just
explaining to Dante

why this happened to him.
Mm-hmm.

And why does he think that was?

He said there are many ways

a shaman is called to his path,

but the most direct
is lightning.

Hmm.
There's a documented history

through every
shamanic tradition.

Now, were you ever struck
by lightning, Anton?

No, but my mentor was.

Actually, when he was
about Dante's age.

Before the strike, he
was an illiterate farmer,

but after, he became
a great scholar.

Well, being a shaman
isn't your only option, Dante.

I know of a case where a man

who'd never played piano before
was struck by lightning,

and since then, he has
composed entire symphonies.

You think I can play piano now?

There's one in my office,
if you ever get a hankering.

Whatever you do, Dante,

I guarantee you
it's going to be special.

Absolutely.

We expect great things from you.

Thank you.

You're welcome.