Chicago Med (2015–…): Season 3, Episode 15 - Devil in Disguise - full transcript

I would've done the dishes.

You cooked; It's only
fair that I clean.

It takes you longer to get ready.

Is that what this is really about?

You just being considerate?

- What do you mean?
- Don't think I don't notice.

- What?
- Navy OCD.

Every single time I wash a
dish, you come behind me

- to wash it again.
- I do that?

- Yes, you do.
- No, I don't.

- Yes, you do.
- I don't do that.



Ethan.

Em, what's going on?

I got evicted.

What happened this time?

I didn't pay the rent.

It was an act of protest.

The landlord wouldn't fix the sink.

That's not right.

Can I crash at your place? Please?

- No.
- Just for a couple days.

No!

Ethan.

This is your sister.

What is she supposed to do?
Sleep on the street?



There's no one else you can stay with?

No.

The place is clean.

I expect to find it that
way when we get home.

- You will.
- That means no friends.

- No parties.
- I promise.

Thank you, thank you.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

You happy?

Please! My daughter needs help!

Can you help us?

Please.

I don't know what's wrong with her.

I'm not gonna hurt you, okay?

Take it easy. I'm not gonna hurt you.

Dr. Charles.

Dr. Haywood. Are you all right?

No, I'm not all right.

I'm having ectopic heartbeats.

They just doubled my Lasix.

What do I need to do for you to
put me on that transplant list?

Look, as we discussed,

I can't put anyone on the list.

I just make a recommendation.

- Have you thought about...
- Yeah, yeah, I get it.

I get it.

I know what you want me to do.

Bob.

Bob.

Sarah.

I reconnected with you only
to take advantage of you,

and that did not work out.

I'm no longer asking
you to take care of me

or support me.

I no longer want to be
a part of your life.

We're done.

It's not personal. It's
just the way I'm wired.

Understand?

Good.

There.

Honestly. Self-sufficiency.

Fiscal responsibility.

I think I checked all the boxes.

I need a psych consult.

28-year-old female,

father found her tied to a
bed at his ex-wife's house.

Some lacerations, pressure sores.

She's extremely dehydrated.

Dr. Reese, if you need
to take a moment...

No, no. No, I'm fine.

I'm Dr. Charles.

Can you tell me what
happened to your daughter?

It's my crazy ex-wife.

She's been unbalanced before, but...

Where's my daughter?

- Ma'am, you can't...
- Katherine!

You were keeping her prisoner.

Are you insane?

You had no right to kidnap her.

My daughter needs to be
discharged immediately.

I'm afraid we can't do that.

It's nothing you can help her with.

I need to get her home now.

You're torturing her!

No, I am not the one who's harming her.

Who is? Who is harming her?

The demon

we've been trying to exercise.

The mom-wrath! Mom-wrath!

You see?

My daughter is possessed!

She's possessed!

So Ms. Campbell, when did
your daughter

start having these symptoms?

About nine months ago.

And was she experiencing any
emotional stress at the time?

I'm sorry, why are you speaking to her

as if she's a rational person?

Mr. Ferris, please.

No. She had just made partner

at her firm, was seeing a nice guy.

Then out of nowhere, she
began acting strangely.

She couldn't leave the
house, couldn't work.

She couldn't take care of herself,

and so I brought her home.

There are a couple of tests
that I'd like to run.

There's no point.

I have taken her to countless
doctors, psychiatrists.

They have run all the tests.

No one can figure out
what is wrong with her.

So exorcism is the answer.

It was starting to work.

She was starting to come back.

Look, I am not a religious person.

But I have exhausted
every other option.

Katherine wets the bed.

She speaks in tongues,

shouts at empty rooms.

There is no such thing
as demonic possession!

I am not interested in your opinion.

I want her discharged immediately.

I think it's safe to
say that your daughter

is a potential threat to herself,

and it would be my
advice to commit her,

at least temporarily until we
can figure out what's going on.

I have power of attorney over
my daughter's medical care,

and if you put her on
a psychiatric hold,

I will have my lawyer down here.

Ms. Campbell, your daughter
is severely dehydrated

and malnourished.

At least let us hang some IV fluids

until we stabilize her.

As soon as she's rehydrated,
I am taking her home.

Dr. Reese, can you please take Mr.
Ferris

to the consultation room?

Thank you.

I love my daughter.

I am sure that you have her
best interest at heart.

- Thank you.
- We are going to take care

of Katherine as quickly
as we possibly can.

In the meantime, why don't you try

and get yourself comfortable
in the waiting room.

Thank you.

What are you thinking?

Um, well, the mom seems
kind of rational.

Last possession case I read about,

the underlying issue was
actually neurological.

I think maybe we could sneak
her in for a quick MRI,

see if we can cross it off the list?

Yeah, I'll let radiology
know she's coming.

Okay.

Foreign.

I was gonna grab a cup of coffee.

You free?

Thanks, but I actually just had

my third cup of the day.

Think I've had enough caffeine.

Probably.

Excuse me.

Dr. Frisch is on her way,

but can someone take a
look at my daughter?

- Her fever seems worse.
- Sure.

I'll see you later.

Hi, I'm Dr. Manning.

It's Lily.

I call Dr. Frisch because
she was short of breath.

The girls are her patients.

Lily's fingers are cold.

You know, when one girl's sick,

it might be best not to keep
her in such close contact

with her sister.

We don't really have a choice.

Which one's Lily?

Lily's on the left.

- Hey, Maggs.
- Hey.

Your hearing's today?

Yeah. This afternoon.

Ms. Goodwin want me to
come early to prep.

I'm sure it'll all work out.

Yeah, I know.

If they decide to report me to IDPH,

I could lose my nursing license.

- Don't go there yet.
- Yeah.

Thanks. Um, Mr. Blalock?

Why are you roaming around?

I saw you. I just wanted to say hello.

Hello. Let's get you situated.

You look funny out of scrubs.

Aren't you working today?

No. Monique?

Maggie. Are you back?

Working on it. There you go.

Mr. Blalock has emphysema
and comes in regularly

to be treated with
Atrovent and Solu-Medrol.

Until his treatment, he's weak

and a fall risk.

He should have a yellow bracelet.

Sure. Okay.

You stay in bed till after
your treatment, Mr. Blalock.

Where you going?

Hopefully I see you later.

Okay.

- Sharon.
- Yeah?

I was just on my way up to see you.

Head on up and make
yourself comfortable.

- I'll catch up with you soon.
- All right. Hey.

Todd.

- Marcy.
- Ms. Goodwin, hi.

Dr. Rhodes. Dr. Frisch.

I see you have met the Cronin twins.

- Yep.
- They're scheduled for

separation surgery in ten weeks.

The hospital has assembled a team

from 12 different departments.

Dr. Frisch is their
pediatric cardiologist.

How are they doing?

I detected scattered bronchi
in both of Lily's lungs.

Intercostal and
thoracoabdominal retractions.

I'm thinking pneumonia,

but I was about to order
a Babygram and a CBC.

Thank you, Dr. Manning.
We'll handle it from here.

Sure.

Let's get 'em up to the PICU.

I want a transthoracic echo and an EKG.

And blood and sputum cultures.

All right, you two.

Let's get going.

Mr. Tucker. I'm Dr. Halstead.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Tell me how you're feeling.

Call me Malcolm. I'm fine.

He gave us quite a scare.

I just need my antibiotics.

Says you've got acute abdominal pain

and shortness of breath.

Just the belly pain.

The shortness of breath
came on only 'cause I knew

I was dropping at least a
grand on that ambulance ride.

Dad, can you please stop complaining

about the ambulance?

So you're not short of breath?

Maybe a little. It's
probably from the drive.

We just drove in from
Cincinnati to visit our boy.

He just started at
Northwestern this fall.

Congratulations.

- Thanks.
- Good school.

A scholarship would've been nice.

Malcolm.

Sorry.

Genius that I am, I left my
antibiotics, the Flagyl,

at home.

Why are you taking Flagyl?

Diverticulitis.

Look, we're supposed to
have a tour of the campus

in a few hours, so could you
just refill my antibiotics

and we can get out of here.

Well, shortness of breath isn't usually

a symptom of diverticulitis,

so I need to see what's
going on with that.

I want to run a few tests.

Whoa. What's that gonna cost?

- Dad.
- Stop being a pain.

You have insurance.

I just want to make sure

we're not dealing with something else.

Okay.

But just the bear minimum.

This echo shows significant dilatation

of both the right and left ventricles.

If we look here, at Twin A...

For the record, Twin A is Lily.

The aortic stenosis has
significantly diminished

forward flow

and has compromised
ejection fraction to 19%.

You're saying, essentially,
that she's in heart failure.

She will die within the next few hours

without intervention, yes.

And if she does, she
takes Dot with her.

We need to consider moving
up the separation surgery.

We're not prepared.

We haven't rehearsed the procedure.

And even if we had, it's not an option.

The surgery is scheduled for when it is

so the twins can grow.

Well, I'm not taking the
word of a couple fellows.

Page Dr. Latham.

He's gonna tell you the same thing.

The twins aren't robust enough
yet to survive the surgery.

Go.

The surgery involves
separating the twins'

chest wall and reconstructing
their shared atrium.

However, we still don't
have a clear enough image

of their liver's venous
system to determine

if it can be split.

In addition, Lily is
now immunocompromised.

If you had to estimate
the odds of success...

At this point? That both survive?

Zero. Lily is not strong enough.

But if we concentrated all
of our efforts on Dot,

would we be able to save her?

Yes, I believe so.

Hold on a second.

Are we actually discussing
terminating Lily's life?

We are discussing the
best course of action.

Well, if as Dr. Krasny said,

the problem is Lily's
underlying condition,

we should be addressing that.

You mean take them to the cath lab?

Exactly.

We widen Lily's aortic valve,

increase her blood flow.

Too risky.

We still don't have a real grasp

of the twins' vascular anatomy...

The routing, how open the lumen is.

We're just guessing
until we open them up.

I completely agree we
need a better roadmap.

That's why we should first
perform a transesophageal echo.

You want to put the twins
under general anesthesia...

Waste one of the few hours
we might have left...

So you can get a better roadmap

for a procedure too risky to even try?

Dr. Latham, care to
wrangle your fellow?

Having to surrender a child is tragic.

I'd be remiss if we didn't
exhaust every opportunity

to try to save her.

I second Dr. Rhodes' recommendation.

All right. Let's get the echo.

Dr. Rhodes, Dr. Bekker, a moment.

If we are successful in
saving both the twins,

and the separation surgery
can go as scheduled,

I have decided to name Dr.
Rhodes as my second.

Dr. Bekker, I'd still like you
to be prepared as backup.

Of course.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

So I've written down a few notes

explaining the situation.

It may not be necessary.

Peter?

So what if I told you

that when you criked Jill Fisher,

you weren't acting as a nurse
but as a licensed paramedic.

I don't get it.

As a nurse you're not
permitted to crike a patient.

You haven't been trained to do so.

But as a medic?

You received state-approved training

on how to perform a cricothyrotomy.

So you were not acting out of scope.

You were acting as a
licensed paramedic.

Your license is still valid, I hope.

Yes, I have it at home.

Good. Go get it. Bring
it to the hearing.

Okay, now, there is a wild car.

Because if Fishers were to file
suit this would all be moot,

and the hospital would have no
choice but to sanction you.

But there's been no legal action taken,

so keep your fingers crossed.

I will. Thank you. Thank
you both so much.

It's very often emotional distress

that triggers this kind
of dissociative state.

What kind of emotional distress?

We were hoping you could tell us.

To be honest, we had just begun

to reestablish a relationship.

I hadn't seen Kat much after
I split with her mother

22 years ago.

Why not?

Well, it was a pretty ugly divorce.

I mean, you've seen how
unstable my ex-wife is.

After we split, she poisoned
my relationship with Kat.

And...

That's really my biggest regret,

is that I let Samantha push
me out of my daughter's life.

Once I reconnected with Kat,

I swore to her that I would
never let that happen again.

And when was that, you
two reconnecting?

About a year ago, I reached out to her.

And what prompted that?

I had a heart attack.

And it nearly killed me.

And I swore that I needed
to make up for lost time,

so I would fly in once in a while.

We went to dinner.

And then she moves back
in with my ex-wife

and then stops returning
my calls and then

I get worried.

And so I fly out here to
see what's going on and...

And now it's all this.

What if Katherine's suffering
from severe separation anxiety?

From her father?

She lost him once in the divorce.

He has a heart attack. She
almost loses him again.

Well, according to his
version of events,

I guess that's certainly possible.

Yeah, I don't know where
it leaves us, though.

It's not like we can get
someone in Katherine's state

to open up.

So Malcolm, your labs are back,

and I don't think you
were correctly diagnosed.

How is that possible?

I think your previous physician

was thrown by the abdominal pain.

But I don't believe we're
looking at diverticulitis.

Then what are we looking at?

I'm not sure yet.

I need to get a CT of
your chest and abdomen.

No way.

Just discharge me; I'll figure
this out when I get home.

Wait, Dad. This could be serious.

I'm gonna have to agree with your son.

Just get me my pills, all right?

Just get me the hell...

Dad?

Malcolm!

God.

Lean back, Mr. Tucker.

Just breathe.

His oxygen saturation is dropping.

Up his O2 to 5 liters.

What's happening?

There's fluid in his lungs.

Set me up for a chest tube.

Give him two of Versed.

Got it.

Hang in there.

What is that?

Lymphatic fluid.

It was putting pressure on his lung.

He must have ruptured
his thoracic duct.

Ruptured? How?

I don't know.

Has he been in a car accident recently?

No, nothing like that.

Well, the duct could
have been damaged due to

an inflammatory disease or a tumor...
let's go...

Maybe heart failure.

You're saying he either has
cancer or heart failure?

Mrs. Tucker, these are
all just possibilities.

We need to run more tests.

Just help my dad!

Her IV bag is almost empty.

Clock's ticking. We're gonna
Annchave to discharge her.

Okay.

We got to buy a little more time.

April, hang another bag of saline.

Ease her off sedation.

I want her as lucid as
possible when I talk to her.

You're gonna try talk therapy?

I thought she was too
volatile for that.

Well, I wasn't planning
on necessarily getting

a whole lot of help from Katherine.

You're gonna talk to the demon?

What choice do we have?

If she's locked in a dissociative state

because of some repressed trauma,

I mean, maybe, you know, the demon

can give us a clue that
might help us unlock her.

Did I just hear them say

they're going to talk to a demon?

Speaking of which, I wonder
what my sister's doing.

Think she's burned my
apartment down yet?

I actually called her to check in.

And?

She wanted to know where
the laundry detergent is,

even asked if we had anything

we wanted her to throw in the load.

Really? Emily?

O, ye of little faith.

Where do you think you're going, John?

Just getting some fresh air.

Give me the cigarette.

- Come on.
- The pack.

I'm down to five a day.
Give me a break.

Seriously, John?

You're being treated for emphysema.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

They said that you got suspended.

So when are you gonna get unsuspended?

I doubt that I am.

What?

My paramedic license.

It was supposed to get me my job back.

Problem is, it expired two weeks ago

and I didn't know about it.

And they're going to can you for that?

This here is your calling.

They all gotta know that by now.

You better get back to the E.D.

It ain't fair a little piece
of paper, two weeks past due,

gonna say whether you
get to be a nurse.

No, that ain't right.

- Hello, Barry.
- Maggie?

This is a surprise.

Yeah.

I heard about the suspension.

Sorry for the tough break.

You have a minute?

Sure. What's on your mind?

You have a friend at the EMS
division of public health,

don't you?

I do.

Well, maybe he could help me out?

My license... I missed the
renewal deadline by two weeks.

I need it to be current.

What are you saying?

What do you think I'm saying?

You want him to fudge the date for you?

Two weeks.

I'm not gonna lose my
career for two weeks.

Well, isn't this something?

You weren't so keen
on bending the truth

when I was the one doing it.

Okay, forget it. I knew
this was a bad idea.

Hold on.

You need this when?

My hearing's in two hours.

I'll make the call.

- Hey, um...
- Hey.

I was just wondering
if you had a moment

to help me with a diagnosis.

- Yeah, what's up?
- Great.

I got a patient with a muddy
constellation of symptoms,

and I just can't nail down the cause.

Okay.

A middle-aged guy, diagnosed
with diverticulitis,

you know, but
inconsistencies in his labs

and a sudden chylothorax
tells me it's not.

I agree.

No evidence of trauma.

So I'm thinking either
lymphoma or sarcoidosis.

And sarcoidosis is almost
impossible to diagnose,

which is why it should always
be kept on the differential.

That is what they taught
us in med school.

Right.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Anyway, because
he's coughing up blood,

I'm leaning toward sarcoid.

Um, then order an MRI and
a biopsy to confirm.

Yep, already did.

Well, great; It sounds
like you've got it

all under control.

Well, I just wasn't sure if
I was missing something.

Doesn't sound like
you're missing anything.

Look, I've got to get back
upstairs to my patients.

Okay?

- Okay. Thanks.
- Yeah.

There doesn't appear to
be much calcification

on the valve. I think
I can get a wire in.

Still too risky.

The odds just aren't in our favor.

As I said earlier.

Taking them to the cath lab

is the only change to save both babies.

Or lose both.

There are umpteen things
that could prove fatal.

If the balloon ruptures, or the
catheter perforates the heart,

both babies would die instantly.

Believe me, Dr. Rhodes, I
share your disappointment.

It's not the outcome any
of us were hoping for.

But the math doesn't work.

I recommend separating Dot
from Lily immediately.

Let's save the one child.

How about we let the parents decide?

It's a tough decision we're
asking them to make.

I don't want to confuse them
with too many alternatives.

It is our duty to explain both options.

There's only one option!

Separate them now so Dot can live.

The CT team is unanimously
behind this recommendation.

Finally, consensus.

Now shall we?

They're being realistic.

Odds are near impossible
to save them both.

This is one time we shouldn't
be playing the odds.

My baby's going to die?

I'm very sorry, but at least
we can save one of your girls.

No. There's got to be

something else that you can try.

Dr. Latham?

Connor?

My baby.

My baby.

It'll take us a little
time to get prepped.

Be with your girls until then.

Her sedation's worn off;
She should be awake.

Good luck.

Hi. I'm Dr. Charles. This is Dr. Reese.

Could you... could you
tell me your name?

You're in a hospital.

You're safe.

Jub. Jub. Mom-wrath.

Is that your name?

Mom-wrath! Shun-it! Shun-it!

Shun-it! Shun-it! Shun-it! Shun-it!
Shun-it! Shun-it!

Take it easy. Take it easy.

Take...

Little help! Little help, please!

Jub! Jub! Jub! Jub!

Push 2 of Versed.

Got it.

Jub! Jub! Jub! Jub!

Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom.

It's just gibberish.

The manxome... the mom-wrath...

The manxome... mom-wrath...

I'm not so sure about that.

Dr. Rhodes. It's time.

My baby.

My baby.

Joshua, hold on.

Todd, Marcy.

Can I speak to you for a second?

Dr. Rhodes. Where are the twins?

The Cronins have changed their mind.

They want us to perform
the valvuloplasty.

- What?
- We had a plan going forward

that we all agreed upon.

It's what the parents want.

You went around our backs.

Yeah, because you never gave
them all their options.

You had no right to push your
agenda with the parents.

You told the Cronins what
this procedure entails.

Yes, I did.

And they understand the
risks, all the risks?

Yes.

Dr. Latham, I walked
them through it all.

I'll talk to them. Maybe
I can walk it back.

No, it's too late.

We need to proceed with
alacrity and confidence.

Dr. Bekker, prep the hybrid
suite and notify the team.

Yes, sir.

Sharon?

I'm not late, am I?

It took me longer than I
thought to find this.

You're not late, Maggie.

There's not going to be a hearing.

What?

Well, the family's not gonna sue.

The way they see it, you
saved their daughter's life.

They actually advocated on your behalf.

You got your job back.

You didn't need that after all.

That's great.

Yeah. Sometimes the good guys win.

Yeah.

I'll see you at work tomorrow.

Yeah.

Sarcoidosis?

That's right; An inflammatory
disease in your lungs.

The biopsy confirmed it.

The good news is the MRI shows

it hasn't affected your
central nervous system.

MRI? Biopsy?

While there's no cure per se,

most people respond well to medication.

I am hopeful we caught it early enough

so it can still be managed.

We thought we were gonna lose
you there for a second, Dad.

Why don't you and your mom

give me a moment with the doctor?

Thank you, Dr. Halstead.

My pleasure.

What's this all gonna cost me?

How about you just concentrate

on trying to get back on your feet.

No. Give me an estimate.

The biopsy, the MRI.

All these tubes.

What's it all come out to? 100 grand?

Two hundred? Three?

I really don't know.

What is wrong with you?

How can you call for all these tests

when you have no idea
how much they cost?

Your wife said you have insurance.

She doesn't know I
switched to a cheaper plan

so we could afford our son's tuition.

This is all out of network for me.

Insurance won't cover any of it.

I am sorry.

But everything I did
was to save your life.

Well, you shouldn't have.

At least they could've
collected my life insurance.

Now what?

I gotta pull my son outta school.

We're ruined.

You should've let me die.

So believe it or not,
there is, in fact,

the case to be made that
your daughter is possessed.

What?

Not by a malevolent demon,

but, well, by her six-year-old self.

Six-year-old self? What do you mean?

We suspect that this could
be the result of a trauma

she experienced when
she was a little girl.

I don't understand.

It's called Dissociative Repression.

Disagreeable memories or
personality fragments

are "split off" and then pushed
down into the subconscious.

Yeah, and in your daughter's case,

this fragment has resurfaced

and perhaps hijacked
her entire persona.

How could you possibly know
that's what's going on?

Well, aside from the bed
wetting and the tantrums,

the biggest clue is her language.

It took me a while to realize

this is not all gibberish.

It's, well, it's Lewis Carroll.

There's a poem called "Jabberwocky"

from "Through The Looking-Glass."

Do either of you remember
reading this to her

when she was a child?

I didn't.

No, I don't think so.

No?

Wait. You did.

When she was little, I remember.

Mr. Ferris, would you mind just reading

a little bit of this?

This is ridiculous... Psychobabble.

Look, my daughter's very ill.

She's not a child; She's
a demented adult.

Just humor me, please.

No, no.

We need to get her to a real
expert and not this quack.

Just read the damn book, Jerome.

No! I'm not going to do it!

It's ridiculous.

In that case, will you allow me?

"'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves.

"Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

"All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe."

No, no. No, no.

No. No.

Stop it, you're upsetting her.

No, no, no, no.

"'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the
claws that catch!'"

Don't! No! No, please.

- Stop this!
- No! No!

Please, please, please, don't!

My God.

My God.

I remember. She'd be crying.

She'd say it was the
monster from the book,

and I thought it was all
in her head, but...

It was you.

Now see what you've done. I
told you that she's unstable.

I always suspected you, but I
didn't want to believe it.

I couldn't believe it. I...

- You're insane.
- You touched her?

You did things to her?

I heard enough of this.

I'm not listening to this anymore.

My poor baby! My God!

Dr. Reese?

How could you do that?

A child. A little girl!

- Leave me alone.
- You destroyed her.

- You know that?
- Dr. Reese, enough!

You're the demon! You!

Dr. Reese!

You let this go. You hear me?

He might be a monster; He's
not the one who hurt you.

He's not the one you
want to be yelling at.

Passing the wire into the aortic valve.

All right, I'm in. Balloon.

- Marty.
- Got to run a VTAC.

You tickled the ventricle.

Damn it.

Pull the wire back.

Carefully.

Back in sinus rhythm.

Okay.

Moving back in.

Lidocaine.

Give me the balloon.

Here.

Balloon is aligned.

Dilating the aortic valve now.

Marty, talk to me.

Good contractions and a
better flow across the valve.

Looks like it worked.

Both girls are stabilized.

There she is. Let's celebrate.

What's the matter?

I didn't need this.

So? Take the win and be happy.

But I betrayed myself...
What I believe is right.

Maggie, you did what it took
to survive, that's all.

That's not the finest motivation.

Now I have to live with it!

Let me buy you dinner. Come on.

- No.
- Maggie.

You helped me out.

Let me buy you dinner.

I'm sorry.

Look, you haven't had the easiest road.

Well, certainly not as bad as hers.

How do we even begin to
treat someone like her?

Well, same way we treat any
victim of childhood trauma.

Try and get those repressed
feelings up to the surface

so we can address 'em.

So my patient, we were right.
It was sarcoidosis.

But here's the thing...

Will, I'm sorry but I'm running late

and I need to get home to Owen.

Have a good night.

Sure. You too.

Natalie.

You avoiding me?

Will, I told you last week...

I need a break, okay?

Good work, and I know the
board is very happy.

The twins do seem to be responding well

to the valvuloplasty.

Perhaps I overestimated the risks.

Dr. Latham, I want this diva benched

for the separation surgery.

Dr. Bekker can be your second.

With all due respect, Dr. Frisch,

CT is my department.

I'll decide who'll be my second.

Thank you for that.

To perform an operation with
as many moving parts as this,

you need confidence that the people

that you are working with

are pulling in the same direction.

I fear, Dr. Rhodes, that you
are not a team player...

That you are, in fact, a diva.

I'm replacing you with Dr. Bekker.

That is your decision to make.

It's my turn to offer congratulations.

I don't smell smoke,
that's a good sign.

Ethan, give her a chance.

- Hey. Come on in.
- Hi.

You had chicken in the freezer,

so I made dinner.

Kind of a cacciatore.

It smells so good.

Aren't you gonna join us?

I don't want to intrude.
This is your space.

You're not intruding.

Em... Thank you.

Yeah, least I could do.

I'm gonna go wash up.

Hey.

Set another place.

Okay.

Emily, can I talk to you a sec?

God.

I was gonna throw those down the toilet

but I got afraid they'd
clog it up and I forgot.

Did you have people over here?

No, just a couple friends.

Emily, this is his apartment.

I know, I know. I promise

it'll never happen again.

Please don't tell Ethan.

I promise.

Everything okay?

Yeah. Let's eat.

Is it over and Natalie just
doesn't have the heart

to tell me?

What the hell is a break anyway?

Yeah, I might be the wrong guy to ask.

The last time a girlfriend
asked for a break,

she moved to Minneapolis.

So...

All right.

I got early rounds tomorrow.

No, no, I got this.

You sure?

- Yeah.
- All right, well,

thank you.

Need a lift?

Nah.

I'm gonna stay a little
longer and lick my wounds.

All right. I'll see you soon, bud.

All right.

You saving this for someone?

It's all yours.

Halstead, right?

Maia Frisch.

I'll have a gin martini

and another round for my friend here.

You'll join me for one, right?