Chicago Med (2015–…): Season 5, Episode 5 - Got a Friend in Me - full transcript

- Maggie.
- I need to take a minute.

Don't you feel worn down
from your chemo?

If you don't want us
to treat you medically,

then you're getting help.

That Crockett guy,
what's the deal with him?

Not sure he's my speed.
Strikes me as someone

who doesn't
take things seriously.

We told your supervisor

we didn't want you
treating our daughter.

I just need
to check one last thing.

Dr. Manning.



I'm gonna wanna oversee
all your cases until we know

your TBI isn't adversely
affecting your patients.

- You don't have the authority.
- It's for your own protection.

I'll go talk to her.

I know, I know. I'm late.

It was hard getting out
of the house this morning.

- You sleep okay?
- Got a full eight hours.

I had breakfast.
I don't have a headache.

I feel great.

Toddler in Treatment 6.
Nanny brought him in.

Parents just got here.

A bloody nose?

I'll do the intake
and then pass it off to Terry.

This has med student
written all over it.



No, no, no.
Lanik wants you to take it.

But I've got pediatric charts

to follow up on
from the night shift.

- I'll take care of them.
- Are you kidding?

I was late because traffic
sucked, not because of my TBI.

It's not my decision.

I am fine.

Natalie...

Thank you.

What?

The wink wasn't exactly natural.

I was trying to match your sexy.

Just keep being you.

You catch any of that?

You mean you ogling my sister

like she put
the gris-gris on you?

- Yeah.
- Yes...

it's now burned into my retinas.

Sorry. Gris-gris?

It's a voodoo thing...
means you're under the spell...

At least I think it does.

Dr. Marcel drops
a lot of Cajun nuggets.

You're starting your
surgical residency with him,

not prepping for Mardi Gras.

Speaking of, how's it going?

It's intense.

I mean, one minute
I'm cracking open a chest

and next I'm digging
through a belly.

Just remember
there's an actual person

on that table, not just a body.

Of course.

Dr. Choi, good morning to you.

Dr. Sexton, right on time.
Let's go.

Cool.

- Hey-hey there, Miss April.
- Good morning, Dr. Marcel.

Noah say anything to you
about working with Dr. Marcel?

Just that he's
keeping him really busy,

which I figure is a good thing.

Yeah.

- I got a question for you.
- What?

Why are you so damn sexy?

Stop it!
How you gonna be talking nasty

in the middle of the hospital?

I'm not nasty.
She's nasty, trust me.

Well, you two look happy.

I'm here with my man.
What's not to be happy about?

Where you off to?

You know I've been doing
that volunteer upstairs?

So we gonna go
grab a cup of coffee

and then he's gonna
walk me upstairs afterwards.

Wait a minute,
you should join us.

Honey, I'm so sorry,
it's the E.D.

I gotta skip coffee.

Okay, well, you do,
but we don't.

Sorry, I have
a staff meeting in 20 minutes.

Well, then we gotta
drink fast then, right?

Come on, give me some.

I love you. I'll see you later.

I love you, too.

I love you, too,
but in a different way.

Whatever.

So, Carl, how long
has the pain and nausea

been bothering you?

Kind of lost track.
Let's just say years?

So it comes and goes?

No, it came and never left.

I've learned how to cope,

but some days I just
can't look the other way.

Yeah, today's one of them.

Actually, this is the worst
it's ever been.

Vitals are normal. Afebrile.

Is this the first time
you've seen a doctor for it?

Here in Chicago.
I'm from Tennessee, though.

I was a regular
at the Westwood Regional E.D.

Pretty sure every doc there
poked, prodded, and scanned me.

I'll have them
forward his records.

Did Westwood Regional
make a diagnosis?

No... they had
a lot of theories.

IBS, IBS-C, ulcer...

One doc thought I had
an eating disorder.

Believe me, I would pile on
the pounds if I could...

but eating sends me
right to the bathroom.

- Vomiting?
- Most of the time.

I just can't believe this
is what I've been reduced to.

I'm 26.

I should've graduated college,
met someone special.

Instead my life is making sure

I always know where
the nearest bathroom is.

We'll figure this out.

Mo, let's get a chest x-ray,
KUB, CBC, CMP and a UA.

I know you've seen
a lot of doctors for this.

I'll do my best
to be the last one.

Good morning, I'm Dr. Manning.

I'm Kyle. This is my wife Janet.

This little guy is Lucas.

Hi, Lucas.

- Hi.
- Peek-a-boo!

Peek-a-boo.

Well, he seems happy.

That's a good start.

Um, I see the bloody nose
has stopped.

Can you tell me what happened?

He was at the park
with his nanny

and it just started gushing

and she couldn't reach
either of us, so...

since they were around the
corner, she brought him here.

I have a three-year-old
and a nanny, I get it.

All right...

Yeah, the nosebleeds
aren't a new thing.

We've been dealing
with them all summer.

Can I see your nose?

Turbinates
are swollen and irritated.

Seasonal allergies?

Yeah, they've been
brutal for all of us this year.

For Lucas, it's nosebleeds
and this rash on his arm...

Yeah, and that little cough.

Hey, buddy, can you open
your mouth for me?

Real wide, like this. Aah.

Good, good, good.

I am seeing evidence
of post-nasal drip.

That's likely what's
causing the cough.

Is it worse at night?

It was,
but then we put an atomizer

with eucalyptus oil by his crib.

It's helped a lot.

Let's take a look.

All right, let's see.

He's a little wheezy. Any fever?

He felt a little warm
yesterday morning.

He...

He was fussy at breakfast, but
by lunch and ever since then,

he's... he's been
a bundle of energy.

Good.
Is this the rash you mentioned?

Yes.

Have you been using topical
hydrocortisone cream on it?

No, I've been mashing up

a chewable fish oil
tablet in his yogurt.

Okay. Well, if it's working.

All evidence
is pointing towards allergies

and an overcautious nanny,
but since Lucas may have

had a fever yesterday, I would
like to do some blood tests.

Is something wrong?

We just... have adopted

a naturopathic approach
to our health care.

Well, the thing with
blood tests is they will

not introduce anything
new into Lucas's system.

There'll just show us

if something's there
that shouldn't be.

Yeah, okay. Go ahead.

Great. I'll send a nurse in.

Maggie, Doris said
you were looking for me?

Yes, I've got
an appointment this afternoon.

I need you to take over
for me while I'm gone.

No problem.
What time will you be back?

- I won't.
- Okay.

I guess that's
all I need to know.

Monique, what am I missing?

These last few weeks,
Maggie's been so short with me.

It's not just you.
The other day, I saw her

sneak into an open
treatment room and lie down.

So I asked her if
she was feeling okay

and she bit my head off.

I'm elbow-deep
in this guy's belly...

And it was a big belly,

highly doubtful this fellow
ever skipped a meal.

No, not surgical.

So, I go to sew up a hole
in the small bowel and bam...

Out pops this critter.

No lie, this thing
looks straight at me,

dropped back into the bowel,
disappeared.

What the hell? What was it?

A tapeworm.
Biggest one I ever seen.

Only one I've ever seen.

Also not surgical.

- So... so what did you do?
- Went after it.

I stuck ringed forceps
into that bowel

and I yanked that ol' worm out.
All three feet of him.

Then I sent him off to pathology

and finished the case.

No.

If Dr. Marcel is
taking Noah under his wing,

he should
teach more and brag less.

Yeah, his style is just
different than yours.

That's probably why
you don't like it.

Come on, you buy
that tapeworm story?

Come on, Dr. Marcel
may be a personality,

but he's a good surgeon.

Carl's labs and x-rays are back.

What about his medical records

from his previous hospital?

Still working on it.

Seems Westwood Regional
went bankrupt.

I've got a call
into the company appointed

to handle patient affairs.

Thanks, Mon.

You look concerned.

Your white cell count is high,

x-ray showed
dilated loops of bowel,

and your overall
blood count is low.

That means more tests, right?

- Yeah.
- So what's next?

A CT angiogram
of your blood vessels

and a CT with
contrast for your bowel.

Did you ever have
either of these tests before?

Angiogram...
I don't know, maybe.

The CT with contrast...

Is that the scan you
drink something first?

Then I've had one of them.

Didn't like that drink at all.

Well, unfortunately
it hasn't gotten any better.

Sorry, man.
I'll go put in the order.

Thanks.

Patient in T4...

Something worth looking into.

Don't forget.
Don't forget, don't forget,

don't forget
legal research regarding

contractor's negligence
for the complaint...

Issue. Rule.

Eunice Kim, 25.

First year associate
at some big-time law firm.

Anyway, her roommate called
us when the, ranting

and the pacing started
to annoy the neighbors.

She say anything about
the last time she slept?

Yeah, been at least two days.

When we showed up,
she was screaming at herself

in the mirror.
We tried to calm her, but...

Yeah, she wouldn't
have any of that.

Find any drugs in the apartment?

Nope.
Tons of books, nothing sketchy.

Charges pending?

Figured you could help
more than lock-up.

I appreciate it.

Hey, let's get
some M-TABs for Eunice.

- Don't forget... don't forget.
- Eunice, how you doing?

I'm Dr. Charles.

- IRAC... Issue. Rule.
- Eunice.

IRAC.

Eunice! Hey, how you doing?

I'm Dr. Charles.
You think we could

maybe sit and talk a bit?

Only a moment.

I don't have
anything more to spare.

I got it!

A motion to strike
the affirmative defense.

- Eunice.
- Wait, can't do that...

Eunice!

I can see you're under
a whole lot of pressure.

I'd like to give you
some medicine to help you

calm down a bit?

You know,
maybe think more clearly.

- Think more clearly.
- Yeah.

- That might help.
- Okay.

- I need to organize.
- Yeah.

I don't know where I am.

You're in a safe place, Eunice.

- What's going on?
- He's losing it.

I need to get out.

How much longer
till we get the scan?

Twenty seconds.

Two milligrams of midazolam.

Carl, it's Dr. Choi.
We're almost done.

I'm gonna be sick!

Slow breaths.
Only ten more seconds.

I'm not gonna make it.

Yes, you can.
You can do this, Carl.

Five seconds.

Four... three,

two, one. You good?

Get him out,
get him out, get him out.

You did it, Carl.
Good job, buddy.

It's over. Good job, bud.

I'm sorry.

It's okay. Hey, it's all right.

Good job, buddy.

I mean, that's not
a normal calf, right?

Yeah, it's swollen.
And you didn't injure it?

No, nothing.
I went to bed, it was fine.

Woke up, thing's a grapefruit.

Press against my hand.
One to ten, how bad's the pain?

I'd say a seven, maybe an eight.

That's in line with
what I'm thinking.

Blood clot. It's called a DVT,

deep vein thrombosis.

Seriously? Me?

I exercise a few times a week.

I don't sit for
long periods of time.

Unfortunately
not fitting the profile

doesn't mean you
can't develop one.

Beating the odds.

Lucky me.

CBC, BMP, Protein C,
S and Factor 5 Leiden.

Let's get Mr. Bowe a DVT scan
and put him on a heparin drip.

I'll check on you
in a bit, okay?

Dr. Halstead, before you leave,

can you grab my phone?
Front pocket of my jeans.

Sure.

I kept the swollen calf under
wraps 'cause I didn't want

my fiancée to freak out,

but I think we're
to the point where I...

I better let her know
what's going on.

Gotcha.

Man.

That's one angry belly.

What's going on?

Surgical consult.

I didn't call for one.

It was only a matter of time.
Good find, Noah.

Dr. Marcel, Dr. Sexton,
can I speak with you outside?

All this stalking
around the E.D.,

peeking in on patients...

You hanging outside
Carl's room earlier,

you were sniffing
for surgical cases.

And Noah's your intern.

Best you can do is show
him how to poach patients?

Whoa, poaching implies stealing.

I hardly think
that applies in Carl's case,

seeing as how you
were gonna call us anyway.

- Possibly.
- Possibly?

Dr. Choi,
Carl's belly was so hot

it nearly burned my hands.

There's an issue in there that
requires surgical attention.

Or do my hands deceive me?

No, CT showed a partial
small bowel obstruction

with a likely transition point.

- So, it is surgical.
- Possibly.

The CT imagery
is poor because Carl

was agitated during the scan.

I'm not comfortable making
any treatment decisions

before I know exactly
what's causing the obstruction.

So I'm ordering an MRI.

Pending the results,

I'll let you know if
a surgical consult is needed.

Okay.

I apologize for overstepping.

Protocol, etiquette.
They mean something.

I'll do better
at remembering that, okay.

Doris, any word from
the lab on Lucas's tests?

Not yet.

Word's out your case
screams allergies.

It's probably last in line.

Maggie.

Yeah?

There are patients
waiting to be seen

and I have absolutely
nothing going on.

Light case load.
Lanik was very clear.

This is ridiculous.

Then talk to Lanik
and stop bugging me.

You're giving me one more
headache that I don't need.

Okay...

Look, I'm sorry.

I have somewhere to be
and I can't be late.

April, I'm leaving.

Eunice, how you doing?

I'm, happy to see that, um...

you seem to be a little better.

Embarrassed is more like it.

It's all a blur,
but I know I wasn't... myself.

I understand how...
How scary that can feel.

It can't happen again.

Now on, no matter how busy
I am, I'll make time for sleep.

Sleep is crucial,

but counseling, medication,

other lifestyle changes are all
things we need to talk about.

Little extreme, no?

I mean, I had a panic attack,
not a nervous breakdown.

Wasn't a panic attack.

I'm... I'm quite sure
that you were experiencing

a manic episode, Eunice,
systematic of bipolar disorder.

No...

no, no, no.
I can't have bipolar.

I have $300,000 in student loans

and my salary
doesn't even make a dent.

I need to make partner.

Takes most lawyers five years.

I'm on track to do it in three.

Can't you just give me
more of that medication?

Or something else?

The thing is,

bipolar disorder
doesn't really work that way.

Unless you address
it comprehensively,

the manic episodes
will likely return.

They'll increase in intensity
and can even be followed

by cycles of depression.

But I know the signs now.

I can get out in front of it
if I start to feel off.

Control it.

I don't think
anybody can control this,

you know, not even somebody
as determined as you.

But, Eunice, you can absolutely
learn how to manage it.

Why don't you let me admit you

and let's start looking
for a stable medication?

No, I'd like to be discharged.

Today's not a wash, yet.

I can still put in
some face time at the firm.

Look, I know the criteria
for involuntary commitment.

Legally, you can't keep me here.

Does the furrow of your brow

suggest a surgical
consult is now needed?

MRI revealed
a focal solitary mass

in the distal pancreas.
May be a cyst.

I concur.

Gotta assume it's what's riling
Carl's belly up so fiercely.

He needs a distal
pancreatectomy.

You take out the section
of pancreas housing the mass,

no more chaos downstream.

Whoa, that is a huge procedure.

Not to mention,
it won't do a thing for Carl

if the mass isn't the issue.

If the mass isn't the problem,

then what are we looking at?

Carl's been suffering for years.

The mass could have been there
the whole time, unchanged,

which means it's likely
not a factor.

Or the mass has
been growing over time.

We leave it in,
the inflammation worsens,

the bowel completely obstructs,

then perforates,
and Carl becomes septic.

The first step of that
potentially fatal catastrophe

is a fever, which,

by the looks of him, has set in.

100.6, but holding.

Yeah, for now.

You operate on his pancreas
and you're wrong,

it does way more harm than good.

But if I'm correct, he lives.

And I don't like ifs.

Carl will be treated
medicinally until

his previous scans arrive
and I can compare them

against today's MRI.

That's gonna be a problem.

His medical records
from Westwood Regional

are being held hostage.

This is a mess.

You know,
Westwood Regional's bankruptcy

has created the legal
equivalent of a battle royale.

MRS... Medical Record Services.

I'm assuming they control
Westwood's patient charts?

Correct, it's MRS that
have the files on lockdown.

They're actually
threatening to destroy them.

My main concern
right now is Carl

and my opinion has not changed.

His distal pancreas is wreaking
havoc and it needs to come out.

Without Carl's previous
scans, which it's clear

we're not gonna get,
you can't prove that's the fix.

- No, I cannot.
- Then you shouldn't operate.

The pancreas is the most
unforgiving organ in the body.

The potential
for surgical complications

is through the roof.

True, but God only gave us
so many heartbeats.

No sense in Carl
running out of his early.

Excuse me,
is there something going on

here that I should know about?

Nothing I'm aware of. Dr. Choi?

Then give me recommendations.

Let me operate now

before his bowel perforates
and it's too late.

Ms. Goodwin,
it's a risky procedure

that may be unnecessary.

Let me admit Carl
for more tests.

Hi, I'm sorry, the lab took
longer than expected.

So Lucas's BUN, creatinine,

and white cell count
are all elevated.

That suggests dehydration.

And between the white cell
count, his persistent cough,

and the post-nasal drip,

it's likely
a bacterial sinus infection.

Okay. Thanks, Dr. Manning.

Yeah.

So what do you think?

We could make popsicles
from coconut water.

That should help
with the dehydration.

Yeah, maybe add
an herbal antihistamine, too

I can pick up
some powdered quercetin

at the farmer's market.

Great.

I'm sorry, perhaps
a more immediate treatment...

You mean antibiotics?
No, not after last time.

Lucas had an ear
infection last year.

The doctor
prescribed amoxicillin.

One dose and he broke
out in hives everywhere.

I mean, his recovery
from the antibiotic was

worse than the ear infection.

And since then,
if there are natural options

without side effects,
we try those first.

Look, like you two,
my son's health comes

before anything else.
But, you know, sometimes

there's just some things that

a holistic approach
alone won't cure.

We agree.

A sinus infection
isn't one of them, though.

You're right.
Over time, natural remedies

may help his immune system
resolve the infection,

but the dehydration...

Lucas needs more than popsicles.

At least let me give him
an electrolyte drink.

How much?

24 ounces to sip
throughout the day.

24 ounces through a sippy cup?

He won't do it.

Is there another way?

Saline IV.

And I know it's another needle,

but no side effects. I promise.

Saline but no antibiotics.

Understood.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Dr. Halstead. The blood thinner,

I don't think it's working.

The calf's still huge

and my foot's starting
to swell up, too.

You having trouble breathing?

More like, winded.

I wanna send you for a CT.

I gotta get a better
look at that clot.

This'll help you breathe better.

Get ahold of your fiancée?

Voicemail.

She's, still looking at dresses.

Pretty sure she's not
checking her phone.

So when's the big day?

Spring.
Still debating locations.

Congratulations.
Techs will be by in a few.

Surgery. It's your choice.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

All right.

So I explained
both of your positions.

Philosophically,
he agrees with you, Dr. Choi,

preferring
a conservative approach.

But realistically, he's in pain
and desperate to feel better,

so he chose the surgery.

Dr. Marcel, Mr. Harris
is now your patient.

All right, let's do this.

See you in the OR.

This is huge.

Eunice?

You're right.

I can't control this.

I need help.

Well, you're gonna get it.

Come on.

How long will the CT take?

Just a few moments.

He'll be back
before you know it.

Okay, 'cause I haven't
been able to reach my fiancée

and my phone's at,
like, 4%, so...

I'll call her.

Thanks. Her name's Aubrey...

Her number's
my emergency contact.

I got it.

Wait, now you
think it's pneumonia?

It's a possibility.

We thought you were going
to tell us we could go home.

I mean, Lucas isn't dehydrated
anymore, right?

Right, but he is still wheezing

and his temperature
has ticked up.

The nurse said it was 99.3.
Is that even a fever?

He looks fine.
He's up, he's active.

On the outside,
he may look normal,

but on the inside,

pneumonia is notorious for
its slow progression.

Or it is just a sinus infection,

which you've been saying all day

until apparently right now.

Okay.

How would you know for sure
if it's pneumonia or not?

- A chest x-ray.
- You're kidding, right?

We said no to antibiotics.
We're definitely not letting

you zap Lucas full of radiation.

These hospitals...
you scare people with diagnoses

and then you sell them
on treatments they don't need

that actually make them sicker.

Dr. Manning,
we'd like to go home, okay?

If Lucas doesn't improve,
we'll take him to our doctor.

A doctor? An actual M.D.?

No, he's a holistic healer.

So his answer for
pneumonia is gonna be what?

Oil of oregano?
Horseradish with lemon?

Look, you don't agree with
alternative medicine, fine.

But don't insult us.

- I'm trying to inform you.
- Dr. Manning?

- Yes.
- Speak with you a moment?

Please excuse me.

What's going on?

My boy with the bloody nose,
it may very well be pneumonia,

but his parents won't
allow me to do a chest x-ray.

They'd rather go home
and take their chances

with herbs and teas.

Let me see the chart.

These symptoms, okay.

Pneumonia has to be
on the differential.

- Yeah.
- Let me talk to them.

Okay.

Alone.

Do what you need to do.

Thank you for working with us.

They agreed to the chest x-ray.

This is the second time
this month parents have

lost faith in your judgment.

They may be upset now.

They won't be when I'm right.

I gotta tell you, these labs,

they look like
a sinus infection,

so you better be right
that it's pneumonia.

Hello, hello, hello.

This is your last week?

Girlie. You're looking good.

Girlfriend's a champ.

You still working on my sweater?

Thank you.

That's a good catch.

Maggie.

Caroline.

I am so sorry. I didn't know.

No one does, except for Sharon,

and I'd like to keep
it that way, please.

Yeah. I've been there.

You mind if I sit?

Girl, you got
a whole bag hanging.

You ain't going
nowhere no time quick.

Okay.

- Come on.
- Come on.

Come on.

So where's the badness?

In my breast.

And what's the prognosis?

Still waiting to see how
I respond to chemo stage.

Okay, I been there.

Sisters in arms.

So you know this
keeping a secret thing,

it's not gonna... it's not gonna
be that easy, right?

I'm managing.

Cancer's a heavy lift and I
know it sounds like a cliché,

but there's strength
in community.

And pity.

And obligation...
and I don't want any of that.

I hear you.

I was afraid
to tell my friends, too.

But once I let them in,

I let my friends be my friends.

It was a real comfort.

It's time to heal
with steel, Dr. Sexton.

Incision is yours.
What's it gonna be?

Midline?

Is that question or a statement?

Midline.

Okay, then what?

Divide and tie off
the falciform ligament.

Keep going...

Eviscerate the patient and...

find the transition point
of the small bowel.

I like what I'm hearing.
Don't stop now.

We open the lesser sack,

take down
the lienocolic ligament...

We'll take good care
of you, I promise.

By your side the whole time...
Dr. Marcel?

What are you doing?

This isn't an easy surgery.
I'm just letting Carl know

that we're gonna
take special care of him.

You think he can hear you?

Unsure...

but what the body can't hear,
perhaps the soul can.

That said, Carl needs to know
exactly what's going to happen.

So, continue, Dr. Sexton.

Isolate the spleen,

put a curved eight
around the hilum,

and then take the spleen out.

From there we mobilize
the distal pancreas

and put a TA 90 stapler
across it.

Okay, let's get started.

Hey!

Sorry I'm late.
Patient surprised me...

in a good way.

Not always the case.

How you doing?
How's your day going?

You know what?

I am so happy.

You know?

I wish everyone
could feel this way.

Nice.

You know what,
let's make some lasagna.

I'm gonna make some.

I love your lasagna.

I do.

All right,
let's invite Sharon over.

It'd be nice
to hang out with friends.

- Done.
- I love that.

Come on, lasagna.

Thank you.

Nurse moved me
up to the oxygen mask...

but I still can hardly breathe.

Yeah, your CT shows a large
proximal pulmonary embolism.

It means the blood clot

from your leg
has moved to your lungs.

I played tennis yesterday.

Now I don't have
the energy to sit up?

Why is this happening,
Dr. Halstead?

Well, we'll figure
that out later.

Right now we need
to deal with that clot.

I'm gonna send you up to IR

to treat it
endoscopically, okay?

Let's go.

Were you able to get in touch
with my fiancée, Aubrey?

No, and I'm really sorry.

I was about to
and I got pulled away.

I promise I will call her
as soon as you're on the move.

Neal?

Neal!

No pulse, VF on the monitors.
Bag him.

Paddles, charge to 200.

Charged.

Clear.

Epi, one milligram.

Epi's in.

Okay, here we go.

Clear.

No, no, no, no.
Another round of epi.

Come on, Neal.

Clear.

Asystole.

Damn it!

Time of death, 17:48.

Tough one, Halstead.

But don't sweat the review.

I looked over the chart

and the PE is clearly
the cause of death.

There's nothing
you could've done.

Dr. Halstead,

Neal's fiancée
Aubrey just arrived.

Hello? Mama, I'm here.

I don't know; They're not
telling me anything.

I don't know...
Can you please just come now?

No complications.

Lucky for us, too, 'cause
Carl's bowel was in bad shape.

Dr. Marcel was right
to push for surgery.

Yeah, he was right. This time.

But Dr. Marcel's style,

the risks
he's willing to take...

Man, Ethan, can't you even

enjoy the moment, man?

I mean, we won.
We saved his life.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Okay.

Noah... Noah.

I'm sorry.

I should be celebrating.

If we'd waited like I wanted,

Carl's bowel
would've perforated.

Well, it turned out okay.

Yeah, Noah...

I want you to succeed,
you know that.

After two years
of Dr. Choi boot camp,

and what I've seen
from Dr. Marcel...

don't know why I wouldn't.

You ever need anything...
questions, advice...

just want
to talk something out...

Yeah, I know where to find you.

I gotta get back to recovery.

I wanna be there
when Carl wakes up.

Go, go.

Or maybe you can't go to bed.

Why?

Maggie?

You okay?

Maggie, what's going on?

Honey?

I'm in the kitchen!

Are you sure that we don't
need any more wine?

It's very easy for me
to just sort of jump back...

Hey, Bert.

Hey, wine's coming, Dan.

Got red and white.

I know both go well
with CeCe's lasagna.

Honey, honey,
dinner's almost ready,

so will you set the table?

The dishes are already
out there... please.

Let me. The least I can do.

Thanks, Bert.

Good to see you, pal.

Hey, man, how you doing?

I'm good, good. Yeah.

Sharon's gonna
be here, like, any minute.

Why didn't you tell me
Bert was coming?

Because if I told, I know you
wouldn't have invited her.

And three people don't exactly
make a "couples" dinner party.

Couples? What are you doing?

I do not wanna hear how
you think this is a bad idea.

It's way beyond a bad idea.
It's atrocious.

Okay, yes, I am meddling.
And I would've preferred

to warm Sharon up to the idea,

but I happen to be
a little short on time.

You cannot spring
this on them unannounced.

These people went
through a terrible divorce.

They haven't talked
to each other for a year.

Danny, you and I found
our way back to each other.

Who says Sharon and Bert
can't do the same thing?

I just want them to be happy,
that's it.

Well, you can't manipulate
people to doing what you want

if it's not what they want.

Hey, I remembered
that CeCe's lasagna

pairs well with both
red and white, so...

That's right, it does.
It's good with...

It's good with red
and... and with white.

And rosé.

Daniel...

Sharon.

Bert.

So, who's hungry?

You said an x-ray
would confirm pneumonia.

- I thought it would.
- But you still aren't sure?

And now you want
to try to pump our son

full of antibiotics again?

- To be safe, yes.
- No.

We have been here for hours
agreeing to things

we're not comfortable with.

No more. We're going home.

I'm sorry, but I won't
approve that discharge.

Then get me your boss. Now.

Hey, hey,
I need to see a supervisor.

We're calling our lawyer.

Lucas most likely has pneumonia.

He needs these antibiotics now.

- No!
- You're not hearing me.

Pneumonia for toddlers
can be fatal.

Janet, get Lucas now.

No, you're endangering his life.

We are taking our son,

so either get out of the way
or I'll go through you.

- Security!
- Hey, open the door!

Are you out of your mind?

- I won't let you take him!
- We need Security!

Open the door!

Hey, open this door!

Baby, it's gonna be okay.
Open the door, please.

- Open the door.
- Now.

Lucas, it's okay.
It's okay, honey.

Come on, don't you have a key?

Please! Hey, don't you dare... no!

Please.

Lucas, it's okay, honey,
it's okay.

It's okay, buddy...

Everything's gonna be all right.

Open this door!

You gotta be kidding me.
Open this door!