A Gifted Man (2011–2012): Season 1, Episode 14 - In Case of Co-Dependants - full transcript

When a spoiled pop star comes to Holt Neuro experiencing unusual symptoms, and a young girl at the Clinica exhibits similar symptoms on the same day, it forces both teams of doctors to try and piece together their common link.

Previously on A Gifted Man:
Anna?

There were some kids playing.

Their ball went into the street.
I didn't even see the car.

Zeke:
Am I stepping on toes here?

Are you and Christina...?

No, no. Not at all.

On your knees.

Michael:
Anton!

Don't tell me you haven't
noticed what's

going on
between her and her husband.

Need I remind you that
Kate Sykora is married?



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Dr. Holt's office?

That way.

Where can I find Dr. Holt?

I'm his executive assistant.

Oh, my goodness!

You're that singer,
Shawnee Baker.

The appointment's under
the name "Etta Barker."

I understand.

My son Lynn, Jr. was stationed
in Iraq

when you did the USO tour.

I can't tell you what it meant
to the troops.

I'm here for medical attention,

and you're hounding me
for an autograph?



I didn't ask for an autograph.

I have the forms
you submitted online. Uh...

You skipped a few questions.

I answered all
the relevant ones.

Under medical history,

you wrote, "none of your
blankety-blank business."

I don't want my personal
information sold

to the gossip rags.

Never in the history

of Holt Neuro has there been
a media leak.

Dr. Holt is more stringent
about vetting his staff

than his patients.

Can you just get him for me?

- He's finishing up a procedure.
- On my time?

Your appointment isn't
for another half hour.

- It was for 10:00.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

What time does it say on
the confirmation e-mail?

"11:00."

I've had this headache
for weeks.

Makes it hard to concentrate.

I'll show you
where you can wait.

Kate: You need to
stop nagging me.

Harrison: Do me a favor
and just think about it?

I thought about it.
I hate it.

End of discussion.

You're being completely
intractable.

Harrison, I am so
late for work.

It's better pay, better hours.

Hey, get away from there!

Better neighborhood.

I made my decision, all right?
Let it go.

Do you have time for lunch?

Yes, if you want

to have it with
two dozen clinic patients.

Would you at least consider
the offer from Claridge Medical?

I have a job.

You don't have a safe one

that ever lets me see you.

I will see you at home tonight.

Gird your loins.
It's bedlam in there.

Why are you out here?
Clearing my head.

Oh, with carcinogens?
I don't get it either.

It's like they're addictive
or something.

Hey, Anton, welcome back.

Something wrong, man?

I'm trying to get to a good
place right now, so...

Well, it's good
to have you back.

Ooh, sorry. Wait. That's not
the shoulder you were shot in.

No, it's the other side.

You okay?

Can you please just drop it?

All right.

Excuse me.
My little girl is sick.

This place is good?

It's great.

Almost two weeks
without a shooting.

It's perfectly safe.

We'll have her fixed up
in no time.

Here, fill this out.

Okay, right this way,
Mr. Janowitz.

I don't need help.
Harvey will find a seat for me.

Mama, there's a dog.

I'm allergic to dogs.

I'm allergic to jackasses.

Okay, I'll handle
filling out the form.

Unless Harvey can take care
of that, too.

Who do you think does my taxes?
(Chuckles)

Can I pet him?

Well, he's a service dog,
so you probably shouldn't...

Oh, let the little girl
pet the doggie.

You're not here
for rabies, are you?

No, but I've been sick in bed
for two weeks.

Aw, you must be sad,
missing all that school.

I stopped going before that.

Oh, are you
home-schooled?

No.

We moved a few months ago.

I'm looking for a new one.

Oh, well, I'm a social worker.
I could help place her for you.

Do you live around here?

I don't need to bother you.

No, it's no bother.
It's my job.

I'm taking care of it.

Simona, get off the floor.

Come sit back down.

Come on.

So tell me what's wrong
with you.

My career's on the skids.

That's not really my area
of expertise.

So you had to cancel
your tour last month?

After I bombed
at Madison Square Garden.

It was like I was performing in
quicksand.

They booed me off the stage.

It was supposed to be
my comeback concert.

Your comeback?
How old are you?

I'm 23.

But I've been doing this
since I was eight.

My personal physician said that
it's clinical exhaustion.

Touring can be grueling.

It was my opening concert.

I've been at home
for a month now,

and I'm still completely wiped.

I need you to fix me.

What are your other symptoms?

A constant headache.

My head hurts here.
And I'm too tired to play.

I feel so weak.

Every muscle aches.

I feel very ow-y, and
sometimes the room spins around.

I have dizzy these spells.

I'm nauseous.

I have to throw up.

My memory's crap.

Inside, my brain feels
very fuzzy.

I feel so depressed I wanna blow
my brains out.

I feel sad all the time.

I don't want
to be sick anymore.

You and me both, kiddo.

Let's run some tests.

(Screaming) What's wrong?!

(Barking)

What's the matter, sweetie?
Tell me where it hurts.

She followed us here!

Who?

Grandma!

Oh, Simona, don't.

(Screaming)

I'm sorry. Where is she?

Right beside you!

Her grandmother passed away
a year ago.

Please, it's a ghost!
It's a ghost!

Please, get her away!
Make her go away!

A Gifted Man
In Case of Co-Dependents
Original Air Date - February 17, 2012

Little Miss Pop Diva
had herself emancipated

at the ripe old age of 15.

Do you have any
medical history on her?

There's ample documentation

of her being so
"neurologically impaired,"

she forgot to put on panties.

That's funny.

Stop googling my patients.

They say Shawnee's meltdowns
and histrionics have caused

her star to wane.

Was she by any chance
rude to you?

High-maintenance patients are

like water off
a duck's butt to me.

What I can't abide is
her wasting your time.

Come on. Cut her a break.

One of the few questions

she did answer was
"alcohol consumption."

She marked "none."

I saw that.

She's had two highly-publicized
stints in rehab.

Rita, relax.

I didn't miss the fact that all
of her symptoms could point

to chronic alcohol poisoning.

All her symptoms point
to a viral gastroenteritis.

What's that?

It's what most people
erroneously call

the "stomach flu."

I never heard of flu
making you see ghosts.

Extreme dehydration can cause
hallucinations.

So I need to replenish her
fluids and electrolytes.

I would like to start her on
I.V. fluids immediately.

Why did the ghost follow me here?
Well, as soon as

we get you rehydrated,
you won't see it anymore.

Is there medicine to make her better?
Just lots of water.

I can give her an antiemetic
for the vomiting,

but her temperature's back to
normal,

so it's pretty much run
its course.

She never had a fever.

- At all?
- No.

You know what?
I'm gonna run a quick blood test

before we do the I.V.

(Shrieks)

Are you seeing a ghost again?

No, I'm more scared of needles.

Shawnee:
Get that needle away from me!

I don't need a blood test.

I got it.

If you're worried about what
might show up on a tox screen...

Unbelievable.

You think, you think
I'm a junkie?

I know you've had substance
abuse problems.

I went through a phase
when I was a kid.

You're still a kid.

I've been taking care of myself
since I was 15.

Okay.

My parents died in a car crash

just before I hit it big.

They were so supportive
my whole life.

They just never got
to see me make it, so...

Are your parents still alive?

My dad died when I was 13.

Wouldn't you give anything for
him to see your success?

I guess I don't really think
about it.

I do. The legal guardian
they appointed me

fleeced me out of
everything I'd made.

Is that who you emancipated
yourself from?

Yeah.
Wouldn't you have?

Yeah, I would.

But the drinking is the issue.

That's not what's going on
with me right now.

Well, it might.

Alcoholism, among other things,

can lead to intestinal
malabsorption syndrome,

which can cause lesions on
the brain

due to a deficiency
in vitamin B.

This would explain
a lot of your symptoms.

No, mm-mmm, that's not it.

These symptoms have just
started in the last month.

I've been sober for six.

(Breathing heavily)

Hey, Anton?

Oh... (Gasps)

Is this a bad time?

I'm teaching

my first yoga class
since I got shot.

I'm trying to get centered.

Look, I just want

to clear the air,
what happened earlier,

it seemed weird, right?

If it's about Christina...
It's not. I'm sorry.

I'm really not in the mood for a
heart-to-heart right now, okay?

I just had no idea.
I had no idea that you two...

That there was anything
going on with you.

So I want you to know, nothing
happened between us, all right?

You kissed her.

No, she kissed me.

That doesn't sound
exactly right.

Whoa!

(Panting)

Is this part
of your centering process?

Will you please
just leave me alone?

You need to be careful
of your wounded shoulder.

Why aren't you compensating
with your other arm?

What's going on with you, man?
What happened?

Your whole peaceful,
shamanic energy vibe

seems to be on the Fritz.

I just need to be alone right
now, okay?

Please!

(Knocking at door)

Yeah.

Hey, do you have a minute?
I just put a patient

on a saline drip,
so I've got a few.

I wanted to get your medical
opinion on Anton.

I heard he was back.
I just... I've been swamped.

What's wrong?

Everything.

When he took a bullet for
Michael, I wanted to be there

for him, the way he's always
been there for me.

So he's been staying with me,
but after what happened last night,

I don't know what to do.

Christina, he didn't
hit you, did he?

No.

I don't mean to eavesdrop,

but Anton's right down the hall,
and given his current mood,

I don't want him to hear
what you're talking about.

Zeke, I didn't want
to bother you with this.

No, you're right
to be concerned.

He's, uh... coming across
a little scary.

- Post traumatic stress disorder?
- That's what

it seems like to me.

What happened last night?

He was yelling that there
was something in the sheets.

When I ran into the room,
he was grabbing for it,

and I started screaming...
It was crazy.

When he finally got ahold of it,

he tried to throw it out of the
bed, and that's when I lost it.

What was it?

His left arm.

(Sighs) It's so freaking
uncomfortable in here.

Shawnee, we're almost done,
but I need you to hold still.

Okay.

Why's it so hot in here?

Dr. Holt? (Clears throat)

Turn it off.

Wait.

What's wrong, Shawnee?

(Groans) It's burning me.

Michael:
That's not possible.

It doesn't generate heat.

It's just a radio frequency
and an electromagnetic field.

Shawnee:
No, no, no.

There-there's something wrong.

It's frying me alive!

(Yelling)

No! Turn it off!

It's burning me!

Turn it off!

(Screaming) Turn it off!

Turn it off!

Shawnee, I don't see anything.

It still feels like I'm on fire.

Well, there's no sign of a rash

or a burn.
(Whimpers)

(Sighs)

But the color, the temperature,

the texture of your skin,

all looks completely normal.

Yeah, well, maybe your machine nuked
me from the inside like a microwave.

Well, even if
that were possible,

which it's not, I
checked the MRI myself.

It's, uh...
Nothing wrong with it.

Well, I'm too young
to get hot flashes,

so what is it?

You had a panic attack.

I'll get you a mild sedative

to calm you down.
(Sighs)

I don't need to calm down.

I need you to listen to me.

Okay.

It feels like I have a sunburn,

but I haven't been
in the sun in a month.

Well...
(Groaning)

Okay.

(Sighs)

It hurts even worse
when you touch it.

Even this gown hurts.

You need to let me run
a full blood panel.

(Exhales)

Trust me.

Do you know how many times
I've been screwed over

by people who've said
those words to me?

What do you need
my blood work for?

Well, there are a few disorders

that can be accompanied
by skin hypersensitivity

without any visible signs.

Like?

Hepatitis,

diabetes, leukemia...

Any cancer if
it's advanced enough.

So, nothing serious.

(Sighs) My head's killing me.

I'm nauseous, I'm...
I'm burning up.

Just... do what you need to do.

(Whimpers)

Simona:
I'm cold.

Kate: Sometimes a fever
can cause chills.

So let's see.

The ghost came back
after my mom fell asleep.

But I didn't scream.

Yeah? That was
really brave of you.

Oh, you know, we have
a strict no-ghost policy here,

so you're probably
still dehydrated.

She told me I'm going to die.

Honey, you are not gonna die.

Look...

See right there?
Mm-hmm.

98.6?

- You're perfect.
- That's why

she keeps showing up.

To take me to heaven.

Simona, stop talking nonsense.

She never even met
her grandmother.

She says

she's lonely,

but that I'll be with her soon.

Man: - Shawnee?
Rita: - Mr. Davis.

- Shawnee.
- Mr. Davis.

I'm sorry, Michael,
I tried to stop him.

Who's this?

My manager.

Nicky, what are you doing here?

I was worried sick about you.

Huh? I was calling
and texting all morning.

I told you I would call you
when I heard some...

You gonna fix her up, right?

I'm trying.

Rita, would you take
Mr. Davis, uh, where...

I wish you would let me know
before you came here.

Any paps catch you coming in?

I don't think so.
I don't want any invasion of

this kid's privacy, all right?
No one gets a picture of her.

No cameras,
no cell phones, nada.

You know, we were just gonna go over
her results, so if you don't...

Good, let's hear them.

Well, it's a private issue.

It's okay. He can stay.

First door on your left.

Be right with you.

I know.

I'm on manager-wrangling duty.

Fun, fun.

Could be worse.

She could have invited
her entire entourage.

Speaking of which,

your playground chums
at the clinica

want you to do
a neurological workup on Anton.

- For what?
- I'll fill you in later.

But Kate says you can't say no.

I wasn't going to.

Just book him
into my next opening.

Are they treating
you all right?

Can you get her
a mineral water?

I will, uh, get right on that.

So, these are the images
from your brain scan.

Tell me it's nothing serious,

or you're gonna have me
as a patient, too.

Well, we wouldn't want that.
(Grunts)

So, I don't see any tumors,
strokes or bleeds.

So, she's gonna be all right?

Well, judging by this, your
brain looks completely normal.

Oh, that's fantastic.

So, you can finish
the tour after all.

What if I can't?

Will you dump me?

Oh, come on, now you're
just talking crazy.

She's not cleared yet.

There's still some results
I'm waiting on.

(Groaning)
I think I'm gonna be sick.

Yes, I know I'm in a really
dark place right now,

but I'm doing everything
I can to fix it.

Will you let me
look at your arm?

It's the only one I've got
at the moment.

(Sighs)

Can you feel this?

I feel you touching
someone else's arm.

Come on, this is such
a waste of time.

- I know Michael offered to help.
- Yeah.

He'll just assume
it's a defect in my brain.

Which is wrong.

What do you think it is?

It can't be a coincidence
this started after the shooting.

It's not.

When the bullet entered my body,

it brought with it the
predatory energy of the shooter,

which is now in my left arm.

It's making me think
it's not my own.

Anton, I'm sorry this is
happening to you.

But until you get
it figured out,

I would prefer you
not see patients.

Oh, come on.

I'm sorry. I know, but
it's not unreasonable.

What do you want me to do here?
You want me to do what it wants me to do?

- I want you to do whatever...
- Is that it? You want me to cut it off?!

No, of course not!

Hey.

She just conked out.

Any news?

Yeah.

So the initial
blood work came back.

Ruled out hepatitis,
leukemia, diabetes,

and anything infectious.

- Good.
- Yeah.

Let me ask you something.

Um, (Clears throat)
If it's just nerves,

is there something
you can give her

to, you know,
get her back on stage?

Mr. Davis, whether it's
neurological or psychological,

your client obviously is not
ready to go back to work.

Well, if you want
to get your bill paid,

then you better get her there.

Are you threatening
to withhold payment?

No.

I'm telling you
that she doesn't have it.

Come on, that's crazy.
Girl's worth millions.

Was. Listen, you can't imagine
how she blows through money.

And this isn't the first concert
that she's tanked.

I mean, even before this, we've
got multiple ongoing lawsuits.

Before I straightened her out,
she used to lavish gifts

on every parasite
who pretended to be her friend.

Rita:
Like the Escalade

I read about her giving you?

Lady, that was a promotional
deal I worked out for Shawnee.

And yeah, I got one, too, but
she didn't pay a dime for it.

Okay, okay.

If she doesn't finish this tour,

she's gonna have
to rent out her brownstone

and move downstairs
to the basement apartment,

where she stores her junk.

And I don't want
to see that happen.

And by the way,

I know what you think.

But that girl in there,
she's like a daughter to me.

So anything you could do
will be much appreciated.

I'll do what I can.

Wow.

She blew through
a second fortune?

Sure, wouldn't be
the first artist to do it.

Oh, I called Anton to
schedule an appointment.

He turned us down flat.

He was actually
quite nasty about it.

- What, Anton?
- Yeah.

Are you sure you dialed
the right number?

Anton's temper tantrum
frightened a few patients away,

but on the bright side,
the wait is shorter.

Oh, thanks Hector.

We'd prefer not to scare
away the patients.

Oh, you're not leaving yet,
are you?

Oh, Simona's feeling better.

And I have to work tonight.

I understand.

I'll call you when
Simona's blood work comes in.

What are you gonna
drink lots of?

Water.

That's right.

Are you feeling sick, too?

It's just a headache.

Do you have any
of Simona's other symptoms?

My pains are from
cleaning offices.

It's not the flu;
I'm just tired.

She couldn't wake up
this morning.

I had to shake her
and shake her.

Why don't you come back?
I'll run some tests on you, too,

just to be safe.

No, I-I need to get to work.

Hey.

Hey.

Anton is barricaded
in the wellness room.

He says he's not coming out
until he's cleared himself.

- What do we do?
- Know a good exorcist?

Christina:
I never asked Kate to call you.

- I never said you did.
- Yeah, well,

- Anton assumed it was me and had a fit.
- What do you

want me to do, Christina?
Help you? Not help you? What?

I don't know. I...

I wish I was like you.

Even when we were kids,
you never needed anybody.

- You're the person everybody needs.
- I need you

to tell me
what the hell's going on.

Anton's my rock.

And now he's unrecognizable.

And if he continues
acting like this,

I'm gonna have
to stop seeing him.

Okay.

It's complicated.

He's been staying with me.

I've been taking care of him,

and now I'm not comfortable
with Milo being around him.

So, kick him out.

It's your place.

I can't kick him out now.

Look, can... can Milo and I

stay with you
for a couple nights?

No.

No, that's a terrible idea.

No.

What if I can make Anton
his old self again?

How?

What exactly is wrong with him?

(Sighs)

(Crying)

Is the pain that bad?

Hmm?

I was just thinking
about my parents.

How much I wish
they were still here.

I'm sorry I was
so nasty to you.

(Laughing)

My mom would have killed me.

(Sighs)

You had to grow up
way too fast.

I know that wasn't easy.

And we all do whatever we need

to get through.

I used to be a nurse.

(Laughs)

I was also a raging alcoholic.

One day, my two loves collided.

I got caught drinking
on the job, and...

I lost my nursing license.

I've been sober ten
years this month,

but I burned a lot of Bridges.

Michael took me on when
nobody else would.

This job's great.

But...

Oh, I miss nursing.

Why you telling me this?

I killed a career
that meant everything to me.

I don't want you
to do the same.

The rest of your
blood work came back.

You tested positive
for amphetamines.

(Sighs)

Do you have any idea

how much pressure
I've been under

to get back on the road?

You're always going
to have pressures.

They never go away.

I was desperate
to get my energy back,

so I popped a few pills.

But it was only
over the last few days.

They couldn't be
the cause of this.

I was clean when this started.

I... I swear.

You believe me, don't you?

You have an overwhelming
compulsion

to cut off your left arm.

Yeah, but I'm not going to.

I'm not crazy.

Well, the two
aren't mutually exclusive.

(Chuckles)

I can fix you.

How about I fix you?

Have you seen Anna lately?

I could extract her for you right now.
All right, this...

Can we just... just stay on you
for a moment?

Yeah, sure.

You have a neurological
impairment

called somatoparaphrenia.

I have a dark energy
that's very liquid,

very difficult to catch.

I mean, I should be able
to find it...

Okay, it's...
It's a delusion

where a person
denies ownership of a limb.

You've seen cases like this?

Not personally, no.

It's rare.

You're not going
to believe this,

but the first recorded case
occurred in 1893,

and the patient's name
was Anton.

So you think it's
a name-specific affliction.

(Laughs)

In almost all cases,
it's occurred

in right-brain-damaged
patients.

The side you were shot.

I was shot in the shoulder;
I wasn't shot

in the head.
But your right shoulder.

Anton, there has to be
some connection.

I-I-I...
I don't know how, but...

- I can treat you.
- No offense, but I don't want you

- drilling holes in my head.
- Well, I don't have to.

Conventional treatment
has been vestibular stimulation.

What's that?

Basically, all it involves

is a cold water irrigation
of your left ear.

(Laughs)

Isn't it amazing
when our two worlds collide?

- As doctor/patient?
- No.

As healers.

There's a Peruvian
shamanic ritual

that involves
cold water submersion

to purge a dark energy
from the body.

Where are you going?

I'm going to jump in the ocean.

Anton, it's freezing outside.

Let me do the irrigation.

Okay.

How'd it go with Anton?

Uh, well, be careful
what you wish for,

but he's going to be
his old self again.

That's so great.
(Laughs)

Hey, uh, while you're here,

I just got the blood work back
on an eight-year-old.

Nothing showed up
on the standard panel.

I'm thinking maybe
it's neurological.

Symptoms?

Chronic headache,
muscle soreness,

nausea, vomiting, fatigue.

You know, I got a patient
in my office

with those identical symptoms.

Really?

Is yours seeing ghosts?

Excuse me?

The patient thinks she saw

a ghost in our waiting room.

What kind of ghost?

I don't know. Are there
different kinds?

I mean, what did she...
What did it look like?

Her dead grandmother.

Really?

Yeah. Michael, she was
obviously hallucinating.

The problem is, she
kept seeing her

after I rehydrated her.

Guess I could take
a look at her.

Oh, they left already.

Well, you got her chart handy?

Yeah. Right this way.

Boy:
Mister.

Hey, that's my ball.

(Chuckles) Of course.

Exact same as mine.

That's the problem.

The symptoms fit so many
possible conditions.

Michael: Her mom
didn't, by chance,

work in the, uh,
recording industry, did she?

Uh, no, she was
a cleaning lady.

She raised some red flags,

so I did a little
field investigation.

Her home address
turned out to be a P.O. box.

Why wouldn't she want us
to know her home address?

I don't think she has one.

Her emergency contact told me

she lost her apartment
a few months ago,

right after she was fired
from her old job.

And where was that?

Cleaning house
for some paranoid pop star

who accused her
of selling stories to the rags.

All right, this is crazy.

She had to work for my patient.

It's too coincidental.

It's got to be environmental.

Something, uh...
Toxic mold, maybe.

Something in her home.

But the little girl
didn't work there.

Yeah, my patient's got
a garden apartment

where she stores all her junk.

Housekeeper
would have had a key.

I mean, maybe... maybe
they're both squatting there.

Michael:
Hey, Rita.

Listen, track down
Shawnee's manager.

Have him meet me
at her brownstone with the key.

(Horn honking)

Come on.

Mrs. Albescu, you in there?

What is that?
Is something burning?

You got the keys?
I could only find a key to the...

What the hell was that?

That's an electrical fire.

That explosion was caused
by carbon monoxide.

It's been building
up in the pipes

from Shawnee's apartment
for the last month.

- Is it serious?
- It's deadly.

- Give me the key.
- It's just for the gate.

- Call 911.
- All right.

(Keys jangle, lock clicks)

Is there anybody in here?

Mrs. Albescu? Hello?

No.

No, no, no.

Okay, okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

Hey, where's your mother?

At work.

Are you a ghost?

(Chuckles softly)

Carbon monoxide has been
depriving your brain of oxygen.

- Will this really cure me?
- It better.

Oxygen is pretty much
the only treatment

for CO poisoning there is.

How come Dr. Holt
didn't figure this out

when I first got here today?

It mimics the symptoms

of so many different illnesses,

it's almost impossible
to diagnose.

So all this from
a leaky furnace?

It's completely colorless,
odorless and tasteless,

which is why you
didn't notice it yourself.

Michael:
Move.

This is our only
hyperbaric chamber.

You mind sharing?
No, of course not.

She has carbon monoxide
poisoning, too?

Yeah.

Ileana? What's my
ex-housekeeper doing here?

Simona is Ileana's daughter.

Ileana:
I'm sorry.

I swear, I never sold
any secrets about you.

- We had no other place to go.
Shawnee: - I don't understand.

You... you were in my house?

Your downstairs apartment.

No. I... I would have known.

Ileana:
You never go down there.

We were careful coming and going
for you not to see, and...

- We were very quiet always.
Michael: - It's okay.

Simona's just as sick
as you are.

Her mother is, too,
but not as bad

'cause she goes to work.

I only figured this out

because they both came
into my other clinic.

So, actually,
they saved your life.

Simona:
Please don't be mad

- at my mama.
- I'm not. No.

Simka... (Coughs)

We need to get you on
oxygen, too. Come with me.

Rita, get the door.
Mama!

Shawnee:
Don't cry.

- I want my mama!
- Shh.

- Your mommy will come back.
- I want my mama!

Your mommy's going to be okay.

(Sobbing): Mama! (Humming)

♪ Light up, light up ♪

♪ as if you have a choice ♪

♪ even if you cannot
hear my voice ♪

♪ I'll be right
beside you, dear ♪

♪ louder, louder ♪

♪ and we'll run for our lives ♪

♪ I can hardly speak ♪

♪ I understand ♪

♪ you can raise
your voice to say... ♪

(Laughs quietly)

Kate, I'm sorry
about your window.

Can I fix it tomorrow?

That'd be great.

Well, I'm glad
everything's copacetic.

- Good night.
- Night.

(Sighs) I'm starving.

You want to get
something to eat?

Uh, I am actually gonna
go and surprise my husband,

- have dinner with him for a change.
- Mm.

Good night.

Night.

- You taking off?
- Yeah.

Dr. Holt said that I can go
back on tour again.

Yes, after another hyperbaric
session or two.

Well I can't wait.
I'm ready to go now.

Well, you heard the lady.

Can you believe

she's giving her housekeeper
her job back?

If it were up to me,

I'd have her arrested.

No, you wouldn't have.

She was just doing

what she needed to
to protect her daughter.

My mom would've done
the same for me.

So, where are you
staying tonight?

Oh, that's right...
You can't go back home

till we get you a new furnace.

It's no biggie... I'll
just stay at a hotel.

Nicky: Oh, no, no,
over my dead body.

You know what, you're gonna
come home with me and Jeannie.

But I got to warn you,

she's gonna mother
the crap out of you.

Well, that doesn't
sound half bad.

Where have you been?

Why? Did you need me?

No, it's just been,
uh, over a week.

I thought...

Follow me.

Is she feeling better?

Yes.

Thank you.

I want you both to stay
overnight for observation.

No charge.

Thank you.

Simona still believes
the ghost was real.

She was!

You found someone else
who sees ghosts?

Simona...

You see any ghost here now?

No.

I don't.

Maybe you have to have

a connection with the person.

Well, tell me about
the ghost that you saw.

What was it like?

Scary.

- At first.
Anna: - Who was she?

Did they have a connection?

You thought it was
your grandmother, right?

It was my grandmother.

Well, after what happened to you,
I did a little research.

You would not believe
how many houses

that people think are haunted

actually have
carbon monoxide leaks.

I'm not a carbon monoxide
hallucination.

The gas made you see and hear
things that weren't really there.

- They were.
- You haven't seen the ghost since

I put you in the glass
princess bed, have you?

(Sighs)

Yeah, not since then.

That's what I thought.

But I saw her
while I was in there.

Simona.

- You did?
- Uh-huh.

She told me not to be scared.

She's not coming back anymore.

'Cause I'm safe now.

Thank you, Michael.

For what?

Just...

I don't know.
(Chuckles)

Thank you.

Sure.

Hey, call the gas
company tomorrow

and have them, uh, check
my loft for leaks.

Why? You're not seeing
ghosts, are you?

(Small combo
playing mellow jazz)

Thank you.

(Mellow jazz continues)

Kylie!

You look great.

Kate. So do you.

- Hi.
- What are you doing here?

I came to surprise you.

I called your office... Shelly
said you'd be here, so...

Uh...

Where is your gorgeous husband?
(Chuckles)

He got caught up at work.

How was the, uh,
the clinica today?

Uh, it was good, yeah.

So, uh, what scandalous

celebrity divorce are
you working on now?

Come on, I want all
the juicy details.

Ooh, what's that?

Oh, uh, nothing.

We were, uh,

just going over some business.

(Laughing): What business could you
possibly have with a divorce lawyer?

(Chuckles)

Come on, let me see.

No, no, it's not
what you think.

Okay, now you're scaring me.

It's a, uh, it's a pro forma
asset protection plan...

In case.

In case you leave me?

- Kate, I've done dozens of...
- Please don't talk to me right now.

I don't want us
to divorce ever,

but since you started
working at that clinic,

we barely see each other.

You fly all over the
world for your business.

But I always make time for you.

(Scoffs)

Do you really not see

how unavailable
you've been to me?

Please don't make a scene.

I wasn't planning on it.

Don't.

♪ ♪

so...

What are you drinking?

You have two choices.

You can either remove your
hand of your own volition,

or I can surgically
remove it for you

at the wrist with a corkscrew.

(Chuckles)

Bartender:
Word of advice...

This probably isn't the
right bar for a married woman

who doesn't want to get hit on.

Duly noted.

Okay, just in case

you're in no place
to tell me later,

is there somebody you want me
to call for you?

So what are we celebrating?

Michael.

(Both sigh)

To the end of my
fairy tale marriage.

Whoa.

What did he do?

Nothing yet.

At this point he's just
looking into hiding his assets

so that he can comfortably
think about divorcing me.

Wow.

- I don't know what to say.
- Like I would ever

take a dime of his money.

Why didn't I see it coming?

What's wrong with me?

Nothing.

You're perfect.

Some people
can't handle perfect.

That's probably why
Anna divorced me, really.

(Chuckles)

(Sniffs)

You're lucky I'm such
a good audience when I'm drunk.

(Laughs)

I think we need
to, uh, cut you off.

Let's get out of here.

Here we go.

(Sniffling)

(Exclaims) Where's your car?

I was actually out with
a friend when I got the call,

so they dropped me off.

Oh.

Sorry.

It's all right.

Where to?

(Laughing):
You're going home.

(Laughing): That doesn't
sound like any fun at all.

Trust me, you're going to be
much happier in the morning.

Can't figure you out.

What?

Everybody comes to you
when they need help.

Today alone,

you fixed your patient,
my patient, Anton, Christina,

and now here you are
helping me.

Don't you ever need
anybody, Michael?