Black Box (2014): Season 1, Episode 7 - Kodachrome - full transcript

Previously on "Black Box"...

I'd like to propose
a-a toast to the brilliant woman

who I'm now going to be spending
the rest of my life with.

What happened between us...

It was meaningless sex.

Why do you want me to touch you again?

- I don't.
- You do.

Know that new hostess
at the restaurant... Delilah?

I slept with her.

If you could get away with it,
you'd do it again in a heartbeat.

Got a date.



Does that give you a twinge?

No.

Liar.

Two.

Together, and then look
straight in the camera. Perfect.

Beautiful.

Let me see your best vogue. Okay. Perfect.

That's good.

Right over here. Looking great.

Come here.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Come up.

Look at me once again, all
right? Right over here.

All right, then
once more for me, please.



- Great.
- Okay, girl. Pucker up, diva.

- Holding the smile.
- Here we go.

Perfect.

- Genius. Magnificent, Frankie.
- Yeah.

- Nobody uses color like Frankie.
- Come on.

Nope, not the lips. Not the lips.

Great.

Now I want to see that wave
movement backwards again, all right?

I want to see this beautiful
makeup. Turn to me again.

Stay facing forward, but look at me, okay?

Thank you.

Great, looking great.
Now hold that.

- Now just wave to me.
- All right.

Each one to their own direction.

Okay. How about let's get together?

Stay to the camera. Perfect.

- Hands at your side, everyone.
- My leg is numb.

Oh. Someone
partied too hard last night.

Perfect.

Let's try to get a crazy angle.
How about that?

Frankie!

- Frankie?
- Frankie!

Johnson with another
beautiful three-pointer!

Whoo! Get in there, Johnson!

Mom, I think I just spotted
dad way up in the 300s.

I don't know why he didn't ask me.

I could have gotten him seats on the floor.

Okay, everybody listen up.

I made a binder so you guys
can be organized about this.

You have a lot of decisions to make.

All right.

Budget, decor, photography.

- Wow.
- Josh and I got married at city hall.

So I never got to do this.
I hope you don't mind.

Are you kidding? It's fantastic.

In fact, I had an idea about the venue.

You know the Galapagos Art Space in Dumbo?

No, that's way too big.

We're gonna need room to dance.

Please tell me you're gonna have

one of those goofy, prefab dance numbers.

Oh, come on. You know we are!

Pow, pow!

Come on!

- Come on.
- Right?

Whoa!

Oh.

Nice.

Hey, h-have you thought about
what kind of ceremony you want?

Yeah, simple. Right, babe?

I mean, on my side, I'm thinking
just my mom and stepdad.

Catherine's meeting them Friday night.

They're having us over to dinner.

Well, that's exciting.

Yeah. It's exciting... and nerve-racking.

They're gonna love you.

W-what about you, Catherine?

I know Esme's your maid of honor.

I'm not asking Hunter, if
that's what you're getting at.

- I really wasn't.
- He's not invited.

It's fine. It's your choice.

Do you want to talk about
photography or... or wedding colors?

You want to choose your colors?

Wedding colors? Is that really a thing?

- How about we talk about the food?
- U.N. human rights workers

- have been kidnapped in Aleppo...
- Now, Carlos, my sous-chef...

He was saying that we should
do a communal table...

Where the opposition to the regime

of Syrian president Bashar Al-Assad

had been battling a deadly air offensive.

There are three Americans in the party,

including pulitzer prize-winning
journalist Miranda Archer.

- Archer is a veteran war correspondent...
- Oh, my God.

Who's Miranda Archer?

She's this amazing photographer.

She... she had an exhibition
at the Whitney last year.

She photographed all these
underage girls in Yemen

who were forced into marriage.

Hmm.

Great photographer.

Don't think she'll be doing your wedding.

Rebels fought back to defend the camp

but not before the U.N. Workers were taken.

Earlier this week, a dozen U.N. Workers

arrived in Aleppo to provide aid

- to refugees at a rebel camp.
- Well...

This administration does
not need another Benghazi.

The administration's probably
in on it, you know...

Just like they were those
chemical-weapons attacks.

Here we go.

Bring on another conspiracy theorist.

Manuel is a proud member of
the lunatic fringe.

He also believes that
the tooth fairy is a big...

Expecting company?

Hey.

Sit down, nurse.

Hi.

Hi. I'm looking for Dr. Black.

My friend Frankie has an appointment.

Well, I would be more than happy to help.

- What was your name?
- Cara.

Cara... What a beautiful name.

I'm Dr. Ian Bickman, chief of neurosurgery.

And, uh...

I'm Dr. Morely. I'm chief of staff.

And a neurologist, like Dr. Black.

So, you must be Frankie.

- You hear that.
- Mm-hmm.

Mr. Fordham suffered a bilateral
PCA stroke five weeks ago.

He was immediately rushed
to city presbyterian...

and admitted to the stroke unit.

- You're lucky.
- How's that?

Well, strokes are treatable,
but every minute counts.

And the reason why you're recovering so well

is because they got you
to the hospital so fast.

I see that you've been to
the doctor a few times recently.

Now you're here. Why?

None of them could figure
out why I'm not okay.

Nothing is right, you know?

Tell me more.

I was a joyful person. I loved my life.

I loved my work.

I loved going up on the roof
and watching the sunsets.

I mean, spring was my
favorite time of the year

because all of the new
blossoms were coming out.

When I saw the piet oudolf gardens

for the first time on the
high line, I wept for joy.

And since your stroke,
you no longer feel this way?

The color has gone out of my life.

Good morning, Delilah.

Good morning.

Carlos, que pasa?

That needs a splash more muscadet.

You can tell just by sniffing?

Yep.

Toss these. The oil's evaporated.

Use the Panamanian beans.

Where did you learn to do that?

I've always been able to do it,

but now I know what it is.

I have a condition called hyperosmia...

Increased olfactory acuity.

Excuse me. Is it contagious?

This is what happens when
you're engaged to a neurologist.

The way your brain is wired

becomes the explanation
for every ability you have.

Sounds dull
and analytical to me.

I assure you, life with Catherine...

is anything but dull.

Hey.

Can you back off,
please?

Excuse me.

Perfume's getting all up
in my olfactory bulb.

Whatever that means.

The imaging is consistent with two strokes,

one on each side of the
head, which shows us...

Oh, hey.

Are those the imaging results
for that Frankie fellow?

Just curious.

You're just curious? Really?

What's surprising about that?

Oh, uh... I'm glad you're all here.

I was wondering if there was any information

that I could convey to
Mr. Fordham's lady friends,

who are very eager for information.

Is Frankie Fordham some kind
of dignitary or something?

Ali, why don't you explain to Lina

why Dr. Bickman and Dr. Morely

are so interested in Frankie's brain scans.

Well, I believe it's because
Mr. Fordham's lady friends

are very... tall.

Okay. Well, I was about to say

that the MRA shows a
bilateral occlusion in the PCA,

and then the MRI shows restricted
diffusion at the site of both lesions.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Oh, well, if you... wanted to
tell them, that's fine with me.

Oh, no, I mean, if you're...
If you're interested, I...

Well, I was going that
way, but... but, you know,

I mean, if you wanted to
tell them... I don't...

You b-be my guest.

- No. I... no, you go ahead.
- No, no, please.

Boys, you don't need to fight.

Bickman, why don't you tell the ladies

that strokes can cause sensory damage?

And, Owen, you can tell them

that I'm gonna perform
some tests on Frankie.

Well, I'm... I'm happy with that.

I'm happy with that.

Tell me what you see.

A bunch of dots.

Okay.

Do you see anything within the dots?

A picture? Letter? Number?

Nothing.

Okay.

All right.

I think I've figured out
what's going on here, Frankie.

Shall we go see your friends?

The stroke you had damaged
the cerebral cortex in your brain.

Now, this caused a condition
called cerebral achromatopsia,

which... is a type of color blindness.

Now, most people think that
you see through your eye,

through your retina,

but the retina basically
sends pictures to the brain,

and the brain processes them.

But because of the stroke,

your brain is unable to interpret color now.

But if Frankie was color blind,
why wouldn't he just say so?

Most people with this kind of
sensory damage after a stroke,

they're very confused and not
understand what's going on.

They will often say things like,

"the world is... is dull," or, "it's gray."

In fact, that's exactly the
words you used, right, Frankie?

You said "colorless."

Look, don't worry, Frankie.

You realize that
he works with color?

- I do.
- And his career depends on it.

This condition can be transient.

But as of now, there
are no known treatments.

There are great rehab facilities

that will help you deal with the
loss of color vision, Frankie.

This hospital, in fact, has one
of the finest in the country,

- and I give you...
- Are you saying I'll never get better?

Well, if he's depressed, he
should see Dr. Mahmoud.

I want to try to help him first.

It's just color blindness, nothing else?

No, it's not just color blindness.

Morely.

Color is vitally important to this man.

But it's not life-threatening,
and there's no cure,

so he's just gonna have to
learn to live with it.

Put him through.

Exactly, that's where we have to help him...

Learn to live with it.

Yes. Uh... oh.

That's terrible. That's terrible news.

Uh, I'll... I'll tell Dr. Bickman.

Our entire facility will be at the ready.

Okay, this hasn't hit the news,

and it's not for public knowledge,

but Navy seals attempted
a rescue in Damascus.

They were ambushed,

and one of their party
were seriously injured.

- Miranda Archer.
- Yeah.

Piece of shrapnel from an I.E.D.
embedded in her skull.

They're flying her from Ramstein.

She'll be here tomorrow.

You are the only neurosurgeon
they'll let operate,

so get your team prepped.

And I will let the chancellor
know what's happening.

Make sure the D.O.D. Send the C.T.
from Ramstein if they did one.

- Owen.
- Mm-hmm. Yeah.

We didn't finish discussing my patient.

Catherine, you chose neurology.

You should know not all
of our patients can be fixed.

A world without color.

I can't accept that for this patient.

I can't accept that there's
nothing I can do for him.

If I had to fix every patient
who came into this room,

I'd be a miserable person.

This patient, Frankie, grew up with nothing.

But he had this gift, you see,

and he used that gift
to make his world beautiful.

Without it, what made him special is gone.

I have heard you use those
same words about yourself.

You mean when I come off a manic episode?

Or sometimes when you're
about to embark on one.

You think I'm gonna come off my meds?

Huh?

Well,
it wouldn't be the first time it happened.

Maybe I should. Maybe it's a good idea.

Maybe if I came off my medication,

my mind would sharpen,

and I would come up with
some brilliant solution.

- Catherine.
- No, don't worry. I won't.

I am worried.

You're under a lot of stress.

And on top of that,

tomorrow, you're meeting
Will's mother and stepfather.

I'm looking forward to it.

- You're not at all anxious?
- As anxious as any girl would be

meeting her fiancé's
parents for the first time, sure.

You're not any girl, Catherine.

And I think you're anxious.

I am. I am anxious. I'm
anxious for my patient.

There's curing, and there's healing.

Maybe it's the time for you to
turn your focus to healing Frankie.

You sound just like Owen and Bickman.

"You can't do anything, so move on.

Next. Next patient."

I can't do that.

I can't let it go. It's not how I'm wired.

What about a book?

I don't think you should get
your future in-laws a book.

Why? It's impersonal.

And you don't know what interests them.

Thank God I have you.

Hey. Are you stalking me?

Hi. What are you doing here?

An afternoon meeting with a colleague?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, something like that.

Uh, you remember Dr. Bickman.
My niece, Esme.

Oh, right, yeah.

I'm taking her shopping.

She's looking for a gift
to take her future in-laws.

She's meeting them for
the first time tomorrow night.

Well, congratulations.

Thank you.

Hey!

Hey, what would you take to
meet your in-laws, Dr. Bickman?

Well, thank God I've never had any.

Uh, excuse me. I've got
to get back to surgery.

Have fun shopping.

Oh, I know! What about that special
apple tart from that bakery?

- The one around the corner?
- Yeah.

You know, someone brought
one as a gift for mom once.

S- he totally loved it.

That's a good idea.

- I got to take this quickly, sweetie. Sorry.
- Okay.

Hi.

I had a thought.

I attended a TED talk... mm...
a couple of years ago

by Daniel Tammet.

Do you know who he is?

Yeah, of course. He's a mathematical savant.

Took part in a bunch of
research on memory. Why?

Doesn't he also have the condition

that causes a person to experience things

in more than one sensory
pathway simultaneously?

Synesthesia? Yeah.

In fact, we're about to
do some studies on it.

Lina's already begun.

You mean for Frankie?

Well, I just wanted to pass it on.

I'm not sure what you do with it.

That's your territory, not mine.

Uh, Dr. Hartramph...

Yes?

You couldn't let it go.

Hi, Frankie. I'm Dr. Lark.

Can you tell us what you've been working on?

Okay. So, you know there's
this rare neurological condition,

synesthesia, where the senses cross?

Okay, think of it as hearing
color or seeing music.

So, I built a synesthesia machine

to translate Iron Butterfly's
"In-a-gadda-da-vida"

into color and shapes.

Your friend Dr. Black here
came up with the idea

of reverse-engineering it to
transpose color back into sound.

Cool, huh?

Okay, load up the images.

Do you recognize these?

I'm sorry.

I know this must be upsetting
seeing your work right now.

But I needed you to see images
that you were familiar with

so you could recognize the colors.

Will you put this headset on?

Okay, and we are streaming.

Now, do you remember what
color you painted Cara's lips?

Red.

Good. Focus on it.

That is the sound of red.

Red is at the bottom of the visual spectrum,

so it has the lowest frequency.

Violet, however, is at the highest.

Can we put up... yeah.

Now, look at the Violet on her eyes.

That's Violet.

So, what do you think?

It's not the same.

No, it's not. You're right.

It's very different,

but it is a way of seeing
color with your ears.

I-I've loaded a whole file
of images for you.

Dr. Bickman, please
report to the helipad.

Dr. Bickman to the helipad... stat.

Will you just experiment with
this just for a little while?

I'll come back and see you.

Dr. Bickman, please report to the helipad.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

Dr. Bickman to the helipad... stat.

She's landing now.

Copy that.

We're ambu-bagging through the E.T.

Get the vent ready.

We'll take her straight through to imaging.

Put radiology on call.

Page everybody now. Go!

No. Got to stay back, though.

Clear the O.R. Have all
key personnel on deck.

I want extra security.

Absolutely no press
gets through those doors.

37-year-old woman.
Shrapnel fragment from an I.E.D.

penetrated and lodged in the left head.

GCS was 11 at the scene.

She was given propofol
and roc and intubated...

Let's hope Bick can work his magic.

Start hypertonic saline and lift
the propofol so I can examine her.

Alert O.R. she's 10 minutes
away from first incision.

Got it, doc.

Tell radiology I want a C.T.
with iodinated contrast.

- Radiology, we're 10 minutes out.
- She's slipping, Dr. Bickman.

Her O2 sat is down. Heart rate is dropping.

- All right, catheter.
- Catheter.

- Okay, scalpel.
- Scalpel.

All right, check her.

Good breath sounds on both sides.

Lina, get me that C.T.,
then get her back to O.R.

Yes, doc. All right, let's move. Here we go.

Frankie. Are you leaving?

- Yeah.
- All right.

How many colors were
you able to distinguish?

None. It's not color.

It's sound.

Dr. Black, please
report to radiology stat.

Okay, I know what it feels like.

Dr. Black to radiology stat.

I know what it feels like to

be told that you might not
experience the one thing

that gives you a thrill, that
gives you pleasure and joy.

I know that. You might not
believe me, but it's true.

Dr. Black, they need you
downstairs in radiology stat.

Okay, I'll be there in one second.

Just do me a favor, will you?

Just take these home,
practice a couple hours.

If it doesn't work, throw them in a garbage.

We'll find something else.

Dr. Black.

- Take her to the prep room.
- Yes, doctor.

- Catherine,
- Yeah.

I need you to look at Miranda Archer's scan.

Look. There's something unusual.

But the metal artifact's
making it hard to decipher.

I don't want to miss anything.

Well, that's shrapnel, isn't it?

Yeah, it's lodged close to the
right frontoparietal cranial suture.

The good news is that it
doesn't seem to be impinging

- any vessels or cranial nerves.
- Show me the scalp.

- I don't really know what shrapnel's...
- Show me the scalp.

- Supposed to look like.
- Okay. What is that?

I don't know.

That... looks like some sort
of cartridge, doesn't it?

Mm.

Is that air at the tip?

Are the scans up?

They're loading now, Dr. Bickman.

Everybody, back away from her!

She has a live round of
ammunition in her head!

It's unexploded! Don't touch her.

Don't touch her! It could detonate anytime!

All personnel must vacate
the hospital immediately.

This is not a drill.

Hey. Can you...

All patients for transfer, please exit.

Code black. Code black. Code black.

- Isaiah.
- Yes, sir.

Everybody in the vicinity, please.

I need these corridors cleared.

U.H. Is setting up a temporary ward.

Power everything down, Dr. Morely?

- Everything.
- Even mobile devices?

Especially mobile devices.

Yes. Electricity can trigger
the explosive, so everything.

Everything. Yeah, shut it all down, man.

- All zones, yeah.
- Bring it forward.

- Are you captain Duffy?
- Captain Duffy.

We've cut power to the O.R.,

but the radiology suite is just below that.

So I need your permission to print
out a C.T. scan of the patient.

Afraid not. It's not gonna happen.

Are you telling me my chief neurosurgeon

is going to be removing a live explosive

from the patient's head without a C.T. scan,

without instruments, and without a monitor?

That's right.

Bick.

Are you sure you can do this?

Pitch-black, no monitor, no scans?

There's no other option.

Let me assist you.

What? No.

- I saw the scan.
- No, no, no, no.

- I saw the C.T.
- Absolutely not.

I know where, I know how
the fragment is lodged.

No.

Bick, I have knowledge of the scan.

I know the anatomy inside out.

- He cannot operate on someone...
- It's crazy. No.

With a penetrating brain
injury without any scan...

- Look, I am not going to lose...
- ...without any knowledge in the darkness!

My two most gifted doctors
to one stupid maneuver.

No. Absolutely not.

You got another flack jacket?

I have one more suit,
but it's not made for females.

- Fine.
- What are you doing?

If you let me assist, you
stand a better chance

of not losing any doctors or any patients.

Okay, good.

What's that for?

The inhalational anesthetic.

If it's gas, it's too volatile.

It would make an explosion worse.

All right, we'll
take her off the sevo,

put her on propofol.

You use the pump for propofol,
and... we've turned the pump off.

All right, 50cc over 30 minutes

is how many drips per minute?

- 10 drips per minute.
- Right.

Count the drips.

The fragment is lodged

close to the frontoparietal suture.

There's no visible damage
to the brain tissue

or hemorrhaging.

Scalpel.

All right, clamp.

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait! Hold on. Hold on.

You can't use metal instruments
in the live ordnance.

Well, how do you suggest I get it out?

With your fingers... Very carefully.

The round is impact-detonated.

The slightest excess manual
pressure could set it off.

The tip of the cartridge

is close to a feeder off the A.C.A.

Okay?

If you advance a millimeter more...

It could rupture.

Back off a second.

Go to the lateral side.

Easy.

That's it.

Angle it away from the midline.

Good.

You've got it.

Easy.

Who needs imaging?

Oh, Ian.

You mind sending...

A few of those lesser mortals in?

I'm not used to picking up my own drill.

Whoo!

Oh, my son is the best.

He knows I have been looking all over

for a dollywood snow globe.

Oh, look at me. I am so excited.

You probably think I'm cuckoo.

No, Will told me
all about your collection.

- Mm-hmm.
- Well, it must seem trivial.

Tell us about your work.

You're so young to be a neuroscientist.

Neurologist, mom.

No, neuroscientist is fine.

I'm... actually, I'm both.

But I got you something little.

Can you believe it, Charlie?

You must have had to go to
school a long time.

Ooh, look at this. Apple
pie. This is my favorite.

Ruby doesn't eat sweets
'cause she's diabetic,

but I'm certainly gonna enjoy this.

Where's pops? I want Catherine to meet him.

Uh, he's, uh, watching TV.

Pops! Pops, come on, man!

- You didn't tell me she's diabetic.
- I did.

Don't worry about it. It's
the thought that counts.

- Come on.
- He's down 20.5 inches

- in just three months.
- Dad.

Dad, Will's here.

And he brought someone special with him.

Hey, pops.

- This is Catherine.
- The woman who's planning

to spend the rest of her life with our boy.

You know, she looks pretty good,

but he ain't gonna be able
to get rid of that gut.

We're having company, dad.

Sorry, that's... that's my pops.

I've just got to call...

Check on a patient before dinner, okay?

- Yeah, no problem.
- Dad. Come on, dad.

- We told you this morning.
- Don't you bother me

when I'm watching TV.

Come on, now. I told you before.

Owen, what's going on with Archer?

Bick felt the best way to
reduce risk to her brain

was to perform a decompressive craniectomy.

What? That's too risky.
He must be exhausted.

Well, you know Bick. He's invigorated.

- Should I come back?
- No, no.

You just, uh, enjoy your evening.

Make nice with the new in-laws.

See you tomorrow.

Green stuff doesn't belong in meat loaf.

Wouldn't let my woman
try to sneak it in there.

That's why you don't have a woman.

Delicious, Mrs. Gibson.

Thank you. Please call me Ruby.

Or, if you want to, you can call me mom.

It's my special recipe.

I have a whole
binder full of recipes.

Of course, Will has no use for them.

But now I'll have a daughter-in-law

I can finally share them with.

I went to Kinko's and
made up a binder for you.

My gosh. That's so kind of you.

- Thank you.
- Matching.

I'm a little intimidated.

I-I'm not much of a cook, I'm afraid.

Well, maybe you'll start cooking
more once you get married.

Will needs someone to cook for him.

He works so hard cooking in that restaurant.

He shouldn't have to
cook when he comes home.

- Right.
- Uh, Catherine works hard, too, mom.

Maybe she'll start to work part-time.

Especially after you have kids.

Excuse me. Um, I have
to take this. I'm sorry.

You know, we're
still kind of working out,

you know, planning the wedding and whatnot.

- Hey.
- Getting ready to open the dura.

I just wanted your opinion

about where to store the
skull segment I removed.

Would it be possible to send me a picture?

Sure. Here.

Take a picture.

Trying to get her to go to Bermuda.

Yeah, well, he did that
with his first wife.

I'm not gonna do the same thing
you did with your first wife.

I'm not doing that.

Gabby Giffords' bone was
stored in a freezer, but, uh...

I think I like the belly for this.

Yeah, that's exactly what I was thinking.

We store it in her belly
for six to eight weeks

and keep it sterile and nourished.

- Good.
- Thanks.

Okay, bye.

Okay.

Oh, baby.

I'm sorry about that.

- Everything okay?
- Yeah, everything's fine.

You're a busy lady.

It's okay.
Don't apologize.

I was just telling mom
that we haven't exactly decided

what kind of wedding we're having yet.

But no matter what,

she and Charlie will be
part of the ceremony.

Of course.

If I may take a liberty, dear,

I want to give you some motherly advice.

Now, today, you might think you want a...

A small, modest affair.

But someday, when you bust out the albums

- to show your grandkids...
- Mm-hmm.

You're gonna
be happy you went all-out.

Just go for it, honey!

It's mine.

Now...

Now I know why my son is so taken with you.

He told me you were smart and
pretty, but, oh, my heavens.

Oh, stop. You're... you're too kind.

I'm the lucky one. He's a...

He's a catch.

- Yes. He is.
- Yeah.

So, I do hope you are as crazy
about him as he is about you.

My son deserves a wife
who thinks he is the sun,

the moon, and the stars.

Yes, he does.

I got a powerful suggestion for you.

Oh, take it easy, little fella.

I can't understand about the pancakes.

I made them according to
the directions on the box.

Do you mind if I join you?

Well, it says here, they should be

"feather-light, golden cakes
that melt in your mouth."

Well, naturally, they have
to say something like that

to sell the stuff, Harriet.

What's the verdict from dear, old dad?

Well, evidently,
you haven't been counting,

or you'd know that dear, old dad

took on about five pounds
of pancakes this morning.

2 cups of flour.

1 cup of sugar.

Now I add the pineapple juice.

Count the drips.

50cc over 30 minutes is 10 drips per minute.

I'm off to work, sweetie.

- I might be a little late tonight.
- Okay.

Honey, will you pass me the scalpel, please?

I need to cut up the pineapple.

Thank you.

Stop that.

My husband is quite a catch.

He is the sun and the moon and the stars.

My husband is quite a catch.

He is the sun and the moon and the stars.

My husband is quite a catch.

He is the sun... and the moon...

and the stars!

Don't forget you're, uh,
dropping me off at the Cube.

Yep.

Carlos and I are leaving for
the farm at the crack of dawn

to pick our vegetables for the weekend,

so maybe we should just
stay at our own places tonight.

Okay, sure.

Are we gonna talk about this?

About what?

About the fact that you
had a horrible time tonight?

I didn't.

You were distracted and disinterested.

You must have walked off five times

- to take phone calls, text messages.
- I'm sorry.

I have a patient in crisis, okay?

Anyway, I'm not the only one
who took texts during dinner.

Mine wasn't a work text.
It was from Delilah.

Okay.

She sent me a picture.

What now?

Oh, great.

A perfect end to the perfect evening.

What is it?

Carlos says there was some kind of fight
or something outside the restaurant.

They broke a window.
I have to get over there.

I was just checking in on her
before I head home for the night.

Yeah, me, too.

Everything went really well.

Yeah.

We lifted her sedation briefly,

and she moved her limbs
voluntarily and localized to pain.

Bick did it again, huh?

Well... he couldn't have
done this one without you.

What you did today, that was extraordinary.

It's nothing compared to what Miranda does.

Good night.

Owen.

Bick went home, right?

Well, uh, I'm not certain,

but I think he might be up on the roof.

Oh.

Hi, there.

I was just about to text you again.

You stole Carlos' phone?

Stole?

That's a little dramatic. I borrowed it.

Get out.

Come on.

Get... out.

Fine.

I don't know why you're smiling.

This is just sad.

Aren't you even gonna offer me your coat?

Thank you.

Good night.

__

How was dinner?

You were extraordinary today.

Yeah, the surgery went perfectly.

It was a pretty basic procedure.

Took a little longer than I anticipated,

but we'll know more in the coming days.

So...

How was dinner with the in-laws?

It was lovely.

Fine people?

They were, in fact...

The most kind, lovely, adorable,
close-knit family that I never had.

- You were bored to tears.
- It's not boring.

It was... it's just more
complicated than that.

Yeah, well, it would have been for me.

Every dinner party I've ever been to,

no matter what the occasion,
I'm bored out of my mind.

Bored by the normal, bored by the happy,

the unhappy couples,
and bored out of my mind

by families, good, bad, or indifferent.

You must have had a family once upon a time.

Well, what were they like?

Who cares?

You don't like to talk
about yourself, do you?

- No.
- Makes you vulnerable.

No, I already know all
there is to know about me.

So why hash over it again?

Right.

There is only one thing that interests me.

Want to take a stab at what that is?

And, no, dear. It's not you.

It's this.

What is there at a dinner
party, a gallery opening,

a movie, a novel, a Broadway show

that could even compare
to the case that we had today?

Everything else is dull, without color.

You know what I do when I'm not here?

I mark time... I drink,
I screw, and I sleep.

You know where I live?

No.

In the Hotel Mirabella,

where I bumped into you and your niece.

And when I get bored of that,

I'll move to a different hotel.

No obligations. No strings.

Every morning, I wake up,

and the day is there before me...

The job, the work.

It's incomparable.

You know, it's a charming
hotel with a quiet bar.

Join me for a drink.