ER (1994–2009): Season 7, Episode 7 - Rescue Me - full transcript

[theme music]

(male narrator)
Previously on "ER."

‐ Calm down.
‐ Alright, alright!

‐ Good girl.
‐ Okay!

How long has she been bipolar?

Since I was a kid.

Psychiatrist?

[chuckling]
Yes.

I don't need you.

I don't want back surgery.

Then I'd recommend
an outpatient procedure.



Endoscopic surgery.

(Robert)
'Let's get him to the OR.'

And find me Elizabeth Corday!

‐ Come on, get out of my way.
‐ Hey, Hey!

'It's his nephew.'

I found some bleeding
around his heart

'and Peter's trying
to repair it now.'

[woman screaming]
'No!'

[crying]
No!

♪ The wheels on the bus
go round and round ♪

♪ All over town ♪

♪ The door ♪

♪ The doors on the bus ♪

♪ Go open and shut ♪



♪ Open and shut
open and shut ♪

♪ The doors on the bus
go open and shut ♪

♪ All over town ♪

Hey.

Reese woke up early.

I'll go make breakfast.

Hey, no, no, no.
I got it.

Why don't you go
back to bed?

There's no point.

You want me to write you
something to help you sleep?

No. No, no, no.

[sighs]
Walt still asleep?

Mm‐hmm.

Thought I'd come home
early today

from hospital
and help with dinner.

Thought you were going
to Cleo's.

I don't have to.

I'm not making a big
Thanksgiving dinner.

Please go.

Have Thanksgiving over there.

Jackie, I'd rather be here.

Please...go.

[softly]
Hey.

[sighs]
Have you seen the Tylenol?

Uh, I took the last two.

Did you put it on the list?

Uh, no.

If that neck's
still bothering you..

I know.

No more hockey games.

There you go.
Greene's eggs and ham.

I'm sorry, Mark,
I'm just not hungry.

Well, I hope you have
an appetite tonight

'cause I am gonna
be grilling filet mignon

and baking potatoes.

On Thanksgiving?

[door bells]
No turkey? No cranberries?

No, we did that last year.

What, no yams?

No, no pumpkin pie?

(Mark)
'Pumpkin pie, yes.'

'Whoever it is,
don't buy anything.'

‐ Dr. Elizabeth Corday?
‐ Uh...yes.

Happy Thanksgiving.

What is it?

Some sort of letter.

It says..

"Notice to the defendant."

Oh, my god.

I'm being sued
for malpractice.

I'll keep taking my medication.

I...I won't be a burden.

Oh, come on, at least let me
stay through the weekend.

I can't go back. I lost my job
at the department store.

'Your brother's not
even talking to me.'

You can't throw me out.
I'm your mother.

I put the bus ticket..

...and some money in your purse.

And, uh,
you'll have to find a job

as soon as you get there.

Abby, I've been here for a week.

'I know how hard
things are for you.'

'I know what
you're going through.'

We've been through this.

I just want to be here for you..

I have to go. Excuse me.

Honey...please.

Here, take my coat.

Okay?

I love you.

[car honking]

[door shuts]

I love you.

[theme music]

[sighs]

[softly]
Hi.

Morning, guys.

Hey.

[no dialog]

You're getting
pretty good at that, huh?

'I've been practicing.'

‐ 'Are we still on for tonight?'
‐ Yeah, yeah.

Actually I'm looking forward
to meeting your parents.

You'll like them.

‐ Their flight get in okay?
‐ Picked them up this morning.

Hope you don't mind going all
the way out to my cousin's.

No. No.

How's Jackie?

She's okay with you
not being home tonight?

Yeah.

She doesn't want me around.

Hmm. I'm sorry.

I, uh, I got to get
him up to daycare.

Okay.

‐ Chen and Carter are late.
‐ It's pouring outside.

You know,
when I was a resident

I always left early
during inclement weather.

(Carter)
'Whoo! Boy!
It's a mess out there.'

‐ Finally.
‐ Sorry I'm late.

John, you got a drunk
with a hand lac in Sutures.

Chen, a breast abscess in Four.

If you need an attending,
Kovac is here.

Greene is due in an hour.

‐ Happy Thanksgiving.
‐ Happy Thanksgiving.

‐ Taking Mr. Mogan up?
‐ He's a bit anxious.

They were going to murder
Bernadine.

He's delusional.

Threatened to blow up
his neighbor's house.

Did you do something
different with your hair?

‐ Oh, no. Not really.
‐ You look different somehow.

‐ Contacts. Broke my glasses.
‐ Oh, suits you.

Thank you.

Abby.
How's your mother doing?

Better. She left for Florida
this morning.

I'm really sorry about what
happened the other day.

Don't apologize.

She has a disease.

Nothing to be ashamed of.

Hi.

Hey.

Did you put her on the bus?

Yep.

‐ Would you like..
‐ Uh, are you free..

[both chuckle]

‐ Dinner?
‐ Yeah.

Think anything will be open?

I think...Doc Magoo's.

I think that's kind of
depressing on Thanksgiving.

[clears throat]
I could cook? At my place?

Rescue's pulling up.
Guy got hit riding his bike.

Call my wife!
She's waiting for me!

'30‐year‐old male.
Bicycle versus minivan.'

Bent the bike up and pinned
him against a light pole.

‐ Vitals?
‐ BP's 100 over 60.

‐ Gave him two liters.
‐ Get some pressure on it!

Just cut off as much
of the bike as we could

but his leg
started bleeding!

I can get it from here!
Four‐by‐fours!

(Luka)
'Looks like the femoral artery.'

Abby! Abby!

‐ Abby.
‐ What are you doing here?

(Luka)
Come on, Abby!

Okay, let's go. Let's go!

Get four units of O‐neg.

I need a thigh cuff
and a Doppler scope.

Ask for some
dry clothes at the desk.

Abby, I tried to get on the bus.
I can't leave you, Abby.

‐ Pulse is 124 and thready.
‐ Abby.

Set me up
for a central line and..

[man screaming]
Slow down, damn it!

Oh! Oh...Oh!

(Luka)
'Set me up for a central line'

'and prime the rapid infuser!'

'We need x‐ray
to clear the neck.'

I'll get the Foley.

Call maintenance for a hacksaw.

Here we go.
On my count, one, two, three.

‐ 'You want a second line?'
‐ 'Yes.'

(Luka)
'Set a trauma panel,
and type and cross for six.'

Aah! That smarts
like a son of bitch.

I gave you lidocaine,
Mr. Florea.

It should be pretty numb.

I can give you some more.

Yeah, please.

It hurts like hell.

So does my knee.

What's the matter
with your knee?

Twisted it when
I fell off the curb.

Dropped my Turkey..

...cut my hand.

Cut yourself on a turkey?

‐ Wild Turkey.
‐ Wild Turkey.

I was drinking it
on account it's Thanksgiving.

Don't think the pilgrims
envisioned the liquid kind

when they established
the holiday.

How about you giving me
something for my pain?

What would you like this time,
Percocet or Demerol?

I'm allergic to Percocet.

This is Mr. Florea's third time
in here this week

complaining of pain.

Really?
Oh, I see.

Didn't realize
it was that serious.

In that case,
I'll refer you to a clinic

to help you manage it.

I don't need no damn clinic.

Need something for my knee.

Well..

We'll get you some x‐rays..

...and then I'll give you
some Motrin.

You think I'm an addict?

I think you have a problem
with drug dependency.

What do you know about my pain?

Oh...I'll be back
in a couple of minutes.

‐ You wanna finish him up?
‐ Sure.

Randi.
Randi, excuse me.

Do you have a bag I could put
these wet things in?

Excuse me. Did they just bring
in a man from a bike accident?

You'll have to sit in Chairs.
I'll be right back.

Uh...he's in the trauma room.

Where is that?

[gasping]
Well, I'll show you.
Right this way.

‐ I saw them bring him in.
‐ Was he badly hurt?

Well, I know
they're doing absolutely

everything they can for him.

I got two units
of type specific.

[frame clangs]

Okay, neck is clear.

Pulse ox is down to 88.

Okay, bag him while we set up
for intubation.

Twenty of Etomidate, 100 of sux.

He's got a quart of melted
strawberry ice cream.

His name's Jim Eakins.

(Luka)
'He's relaxed.
Take off the collar.'

Abby, give me some
cricoid pressure.

Whoa! Big neck lac.

It's hard to see the cords.

'Direct your pressure
to the right.'

‐ How's that?
‐ Better.

Looks like a foreign body
down there.

‐ MacGill's.
‐ Stats are 82 and falling.

Hold on. There.

[monitor beeping rapidly]

‐ 'Holy crap.'
‐ Got it.

'You pulled my gauze
right through his neck wound.'

Open up some lap pads.

(Luka)
I'm in.

Bag him.
Abby, call for a vent.

Stats are still low.

Decreased breath sounds
to the right.

[machine beeping]
Chest tube tray.

'Okay, start chest
compressions.'

‐ We're out.
‐ 'Charge the paddles to 200.'

I'll get one.

‐ 'Clear!'
‐ 'Clear.'

What are you doing here?

The gentleman's wife showed up

and there was no one
out there to help her.

I'm not his wife.
I hit him.

It was an accident.
I didn't even see him.

Uh, Randi, Ran...
can you sit this woman

down in the hall, please.

[baby crying]
Is he going to be alright?

Abby. Abby, Abby,
I need to talk with you.

‐ Not now.
‐ It's important.

I'm not going anywhere, Abby.
I'm staying here.

(Robert)
No good deed goes unpunished.

I step in,
I clean up your mess

and I end up named
in your lawsuit.

‐ I'm so sorry.
‐ Yeah.

Well, sorry isn't going to save

your ass or mine.

I take full responsibility
for what happened.

How noble of you!

The guy's a gimp.

He walks in here
with a little bit of a backache

and he's gonna be
wheeled out in a wheelchair.

You have any idea
how that's gonna play

before a jury?

Not well.

"Not well?"

When his lawyers
get through with you

you'll be lucky
if you're slinging

fish and chips back in England.

Robert, I thought the procedure
had gone smoothly.

Oh, well,
it was a screaming success

if your desired outcome
was paralysis.

I'll talk
to Risk Management.

I'll make certain
you're not implicated.

Rocket, are you almost through?

One minute, love.

Do not talk
to Risk Management.

Do not discuss
this case with anyone.

‐ Am I clear?
‐ Yes.

Surfer.

Couldn't be just some fat‐ass
couch potato, no.

And don't even think about
paging me during the weekend.

Ready, Nikki?

Let's go.

[monitor beeping rapidly]

‐ 'Still in V‐fib.'
‐ 'How long has it been? '

Twenty‐five minutes.

Two liters out
of the chest tube.

Okay, shock once more,
then we'll call it.

How about a thoracotomy?

Not with blunt trauma.

Okay, charged.

Clear.

[monitor beeping rapidly]

‐ Asystole.
‐ Oh.

Okay, that's it.

Time of death, 10:57.

Any family here?

No, just the woman
who hit him.

She's waiting out in the hall.

‐ Ma'am.
‐ Yes.

The man on the bicycle
was, uh, profoundly injured.

We did everything
we could

but he didn't respond
to the treatment.

Oh, God.

He died
a few minutes ago.

[sobbing]
Oh.

[crying]
My ba..

My baby was crying
and I turned around.

I didn't see him.

(Luka)
'I'm sorry.'

[crying]
God, I didn't see him.

(Maggie)
'Sweetie, it's alright.'

It's alright.
It wasn't your fault.

It was raining.

It wasn't your fault.
It's gonna be alright.

My God.

'It's alright.'

You didn't see him.

[crying]
Oh, my god.

'It was raining.
You didn't see him.'

I thought you quit.

I did.

Then my mother showed up.

‐ She going back?
‐ Yeah.

[sighs]

Think it will ever stop?

What?

The rain.

Has to stop eventually.

I hope so.

I'm telling you, my knee still
hurts like a son of a bitch.

Yeah, that's why you're going
to x‐ray, Mr. Florea.

Hey, Connie, can you
take him up?

Call transport.

They're short‐staffed
during the holiday.

I'm suffering.

‐ Stop torturing me.
‐ Yeah, yeah.

Catch you later when you get
back with your films.

Excuse me.
I'm looking for Dr. Chen.

Is she working today?

She's with a patient.

Just take a seat in Chairs.

Thanks.

‐ Hello.
‐ Hi.

Do you work here?

Oh, no. Oh, these?

No, I got caught
in the rain.

My daughter works here.

Ah, so does mine.

‐ Really?
‐ Mm‐hmm. Jing‐Mei Chen.

Oh, the cute one, pregnant.

‐ What?
‐ Oh, you must be thrilled.

I tell you,
I would be so excited

if one of my children
made me a grandmother.

Actually, I don't
think of myself

as old enough
to be a grandmother.

[chuckles]
But I am.

You must be thinking
of someone else.

Jing‐Mei. Jin..

‐ 'Mommy.'
‐ Jing‐Mei.

Oh...my god.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to invite you
for Thanksgiving dinner.

Why didn't you tell us?

Because I didn't know how.

Come home tonight.

‐ Is everyone coming?
‐ Yes.

No, mommy, not with all
those people there, please.

‐ They're your family.
‐ I can't.

‐ Please?
‐ No, I just can't.

‐ No, please.
‐ I need a hand in Exam 1.

[sighs]
Look...I got to go.

Don't tell papa.

‐ 'We miss you.'
‐ I know.

You looked like you
needed some help.

[sighs]
Thank you, Carter.

‐ No problem.
‐ Oh.

Hey, did you page me?

I've got a appy in ten minutes.

Old patient of yours is here,
Debby Marlin.

You operated on her
last year for breast cancer.

‐ What's she doing back?
‐ She's in terrible pain.

[Benton groans]
Mets to the spine.

Thought you'd like to know.

Alright.

[weakly]
Hi, Dr. Benton.

‐ Hey, how are you doing?
‐ Terrible.

I went to my pharmacy
this morning

and they told me they couldn't
refill my morphine prescription.

Why not?

Well, they don't carry
narcotics anymore.

‐ Too many robberies.
‐ Oh.

I gave her a shot
of morphine

but it's barely
taken the edge off.

Alright, come on.
Let me see.

'How much did you give her?'

Ten.

You contacted your oncologist?

Mm‐hmm. I just got the service.

Uh, he's away
for the holiday weekend.

(Benton)
'Alright, come on.'

'Give her another ten.'

'If she's feeling better'

'send her home with Percocet.'

[pager beeping]

You mean I have to come
all the way back here

tomorrow for my medicine?

Well, I'm sorry,
but the outpatient

pharmacy's closed today.

Can we admit her
for pain control?

Yeah.
Yeah, alright.

Let's admit her to Medicine.

‐ Thank you, Dr. Benton.
‐ You're welcome.

(Elizabeth)
The little weasel warned me
not to speak to anyone.

You're not going
to listen to him, are you?

‐ Do I have a choice?
‐ You're being sued.

You have to respond.

Romano insisted he'd handle it.

Yeah, sure. Cover his ass
and hang you out to dry.

Let me talk to my buddy
Dave Midler.

He's in Risk Management.

Off the record.
See what he thinks.

Thanks.

[sighs]
You look tired.

So do you.

I shouldn't be
dragging you into this.

We're getting married, okay?

Your problems
are my problems.

Mark, ortho's waiting in Two.

See you later.

♪ It's now or never ♪

♪ Come hold me tight ♪

♪ Kiss me my darling ♪

‐ What's the score?
‐ Texas up by six.

I see Judy's back
for a return engagement.

Yes, Elvis's greatest hits.

Connie's serving turkey
in the lounge if you're hungry.

No, no, I'm gonna
wait for dinner.

Is there any ETA yet
on my x‐rays?

‐ Nope.
‐ I got three patients waiting.

There's only
one file clerk in today.

Well, you don't look
that busy to me.

You wanna cover the phones?

I'll get the x‐rays myself.

You alright?

Look at her, just sitting there.

How long are you going
to make her wait?

‐ She's supposed to be on a bus.
‐ Are you gonna talk to her?

I have been...talking
to her my entire life.

There's nothing left to say.
Randi, can you call Security?

‐ Tell them to move her out?
‐ Security?

What?

Oh.

♪ Are you lonesome tonight ♪

Abby. Abby.

‐ No
‐ Abby.

Listen, what are you
trying to prove?

You're my daughter.
I care about you.

Do you mind?

I'll take my medicine. I'll get
a job, whatever it takes.

We both know
that's not gonna happen.

Abby, I'm not going anywhere
until you talk with me.

Damn it, Abby.
I'm your mother.

‐ Go back to Florida, Maggie.
‐ You have to deal with me.

(Lydia)
'I need a monitored bed.'

'Trauma 1's open.'

'I need you to lie still.
We're trying to help you.'

Put him on the dynamap
and get an ultrasound.

What have you got?

25‐year‐old pharmacy tech

found down
in Central Supply.

BP 260 over 140.

He's combative,
not moving his right side.

And he's vomiting.

He's got increased
intracranial pressure.

'Probably a brain bleed.'

He needs intubation
a nipride drip

and a stat head CT.

Go away!

We need hard restraints.

How about we paralyze
and intubate?

‐ Six of Versed, 100 of sux.
‐ Oh.

Bet I know why his
pressure's so high.

Want a tox screen?

It's probably coke
or crystal meth.

Paralytics are on board.

8‐0 ET tube.

[gasping]

‐ Damn it.
‐ That's alright.

‐ I'll get another one.
‐ You alright?

Oh, yeah, just a little dizzy.

‐ You want to sit down?
‐ No.

[breathing heavily]
Okay.

‐ I'm gonna be sick.
‐ Ooh.

Get an emesis basin.

[vomiting]

'Pulse ox down to 86. Bag him.'

‐ I'm sorry.
‐ That's okay. Sit down.

‐ I'm sorry.
‐ Sit down.

(Abby)
'Put your head down.'

[Elizabeth gasping]
His sats are still dropping.

‐ Chuny, can you get some help?
‐ I got it. Go ahead.

You have to intubate.

Randi, find a doctor. We need
some help in Trauma 1 now!

I can't see the cords.
I need suction.

There's a lot
of vomit down here.

Try a straight blade.

Lydia, we need a vent.

How's that nipride drip coming?

‐ Working on it.
‐ What do you need?

It's a difficult intubation.

Dr. Corday's sick.

Go lie down. I've got it.

(Jing‐Mei)
'Take one more look.'

'If you can't get it,
I'm here.'

Can I have a cords tube? Okay.

Bag him.

Good.

[sighs]

Knee film on Mr. Florea
looks normal.

I knew it.

Take a look at his ultrasound.

I didn't order an ultrasound.

He was in a lot of pain.

Oh, man.

He's got a clot..

...from the popliteal fossa..

...to the femoral vein?

Uh‐huh.

[groans]

I thought he was drug‐seeking.
Where is he?

'Guy was a real
pain in the ass.'

He tried to bum an El token
from the desk clerk.

When the guy wouldn't
cough it up

he got pissed off.

You just let him leave?

I'm not a hall monitor.

(John)
'Damn it.'

Mr. Florea!

Mr. Florea!

Mr. Florea!

Mr. Florea!

Excuse me.

Mr. Florea!

Excuse me.

Mr. Florea.

Alright, move away.
Move away from him.

Mr. Florea?

Mr. Florea?

Randi, it's Carter.

'I'm at the El Station.'

Send a gurney up here
right away!

'What happened?'

Found him down
at the El Station.

‐ He was drinking again?
‐ No, he left AMA.

He's got a big clot in his leg.

It must've traveled to his lung.

Sats are only 78.

Just get the TPA box ready.

Mix up the TPA
run in 100 milligrams

over the next two hours.

I've got to do
the checklist first.

No, no, there's
no time for that.

He's altered. That's
an absolute contraindication.

He's altered
because of the PE.

He's not getting
enough oxygen to his brain.

I won't give it.

We don't know if he's bleeding
internally or he's had trauma?

Fine, I'll give it to him.

I'm not signing my
name to this chart.

Then don't!

(Randi)
'You know
the pharmacy dude'

the one that Corday and Abby
were working on

the one with the crack pipe?

Yeah?

Cops said he was cooking
crystal meth

in the basement pharmacy.

Had a whole lab set up.

‐ You're kidding.
‐ Bad news.

Debby Marlin's HMO wouldn't
authorize admission.

Who?

Breast cancer with spine mets.

HMO said she should be managed
as an outpatient.

Alright, well, if
she's still in pain

have her contact
her HMO tomorrow.

Oh, should she do that
before or after

she takes the bus across town
to refill her prescription?

Cleo, Cleo, we've
done all we can.

She's got end‐stage
breast cancer, Peter.

‐ She's in pain.
‐ Alright

I know, but she's gonna have to

take it up with her HMO.

She'd be better off
without insurance.

Then we'd have to admit her

and County
would have to pay for it.

Doesn't make
a damn bit of sense.

How's your sister doing, Peter?

Uh, you know, as well
as can be expected.

Randi, how long is
Abby's mother

gonna be sitting in Chairs?

Oh, I bet three days.
You wanna join the pool?

No, thanks.

[monitor beeping rapidly]

You're giving TPA?

‐ He's got a pulmonary embolus.
‐ Are you sure?

(John)
'He's got a DVT, he's hypoxic.'

He's got a right ventricular
strain pattern on the 12 lead.

What are his coags?

What's his head CT show?

‐ I don't know.
‐ Then stop the TPA.

‐ He could bleed out.
‐ 'Pulse ox is down to 72.'

‐ This is his only chance.
‐ Intubation kit.

You know nothing about
this man's history.

You could kill him
with this drug.

‐ He's hypoxic on 100% oxygen.
‐ Stop the drip.

They can
try to do a thrombectomy.

He'll never make it to surgery.

We'll have to take the chance.

Hey...he'll arrest.

‐ I'm the attending.
‐ 'Pulse ox is going up to 80.'

Heart rate steady at 72.

I just pray he didn't
bleed in his brain.

Thanks.

I feel like such a klutz.

These things happen.

My husband likes celery
in his stuffing

so, I'm chopping away
and whack!

Next thing I know,
there's blood everywhere.

Oh, I should've stuck
to my oyster recipe.

But Sam likes
a traditional stuffing.

'You know, you can tell a lot
about people by their stuffing.'

'My mother hates sage..'

'...and I'm not too fond
of nuts or raisins.'

[chuckles]
To tell you the truth,
I don't like a lot of that fancy

'stuff thrown
in like eggs or dried fruit.'

'How about you, doctor?'

'What kind of stuffing
do you like?'

Dr. Greene?

What do you prefer?

Dr. Greene, lab needs
another red top on Cain.

Dr. Greene, can I run
my asthma patient by you?

Mark, we've got a lady
with syncope in Four.

[gasping]

Hey, Mark, do you
have a minute?

‐ I got into a thing with‐‐
‐ Not now.

(Lydia)
'Are you going anywhere
tonight?'

‐ 'I don't think so.'
‐ Stop by.

I'm making
Thanksgiving dinner for 30.

Thirty people?
How do you do it?

Takeout from Chicago Chicken,
served on my good China.

Abby, Abby, please talk
with me, please.

Please don't do
this to me again.

Alright, alright,
I lost my apartment.

I've been evicted.
I have no place to go.

I don't wanna hear it.

Oh, why are you
so damn stubborn?

It's called self‐protection.

I did the best I could.

I took care of you and Eric
all by myself.

Uh, excuse me, mom,
we took care of you.

You always had
a place to stay

and food to eat,
and clothes to wear.

‐ I worked hard for that.
‐ When you were on your meds.

I tried hard to be a good
mother. I tried every day.

Abby, Abby,
now, you listen to me.

There is a lot of me
in you. I see it.

Please, do you know
that every night

before I went to sleep, I used
to pray that you would take

your lithium and just...
just act normal?

You think
it was easy for me?

But it was exciting
for us, though

because we never knew
what to expect.

Would you bring home some loser
you picked up in a bar?

Or maybe you would just
run down our street naked

screaming your head off.

You can hate me, alright?
Abby, you can hate me.

Oh, and then there was that
Thanksgiving, when I was ten.

‐ Do you remember that one?
‐ Oh, God, here we go.

I think you were cooking
mashed potatoes.

‐ Here we go.
‐ If I recall correctly.

‐ Here we go, here we go.
‐ I walked in..

I walked in and you asked me
where I'd been..

...and I said
I'd been to visit dad.

And I'll never
forget your face.

You threw the food
on the floor..

...you chased me around
the house with a knife.

I would never hurt
you, Abby‐‐

I had to lock myself
in the hall closet.

I remember sitting
in there with my feet..

‐ It was the disease, Abby.
‐ ...pressed against the door.

‐ So that you couldn't get in.
‐ It was the disease.

You have to see me.
I'm not just a disease.

Then that night,
you made me sleep beside you

to prove you were sorry,
but I couldn't sleep.

I had to stay awake
and look at you

because I was scared you were
going to flip out again.

I'm your mother.
You'll have to deal with me.

I was ten years old.

I didn't choose to be sick.

You never tried to get better!

I can't make things different.

That's right!
You can't.

So, now, just go home.

♪ Rescue me ♪

♪ Oh take me in your arms ♪

♪ Rescue me ♪

♪ I need your tender charms ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm a‐lonely ♪

♪ And I'm blue ♪

♪ I need you ♪

♪ And your love, too ♪

♪ Come on and rescue me ♪

♪ Come on baby ♪

♪ And rescue me ♪

♪ Come on baby ♪

♪ And rescue me ♪

I couldn't talk. Words just
wouldn't come out.

Have you had any other symptoms?

Change of vision?
Headaches? Syncope?

Nothing significant.

Neck's a little sore
from hockey.

Headache on and off.

Could be an atypical migraine,
maybe cerebritis.

You under a lot
of stress lately?

‐ Who isn't?
‐ Right.

Let's take a look.

[sighs]

‐ You ready?
‐ Yeah, I guess.

[machine whirring]

[beeps]

This is ridiculous.

I'm actually feeling
much better.

It's probably hypoglycemia

from skipping
breakfast and lunch.

Well, when I was
dizzy and vomited

I took a pregnancy test.

I'm not pregnant.
I had a period last month.

Hmm. That was
breakthrough bleeding.

What?

‐ You're pregnant.
‐ Well, that's impossible.

Really?

Technically, it's possible.

You know, maybe we should run

a serum test just to make sure.

It's okay.
Why don't you lie down?

I'll do an ultrasound..

...and see
how far along you are.

[exhales]

[machine whirring]

[sighs]

What's the word?

(Phil)
'It appears to be
a 3.5‐centimeter mass'

'in the frontal cortex.'

A brain tumor.

'How bad is it?'

I want to discuss it
with a neurosurgeon first.

You're a radiologist.
How bad is it?

Really can't say.

What's my prognosis?

Phil.

You need to talk to a
neurosurgeon right away.

It's not like
he swallowed one nail.

We're talking pounds
of hardware.

I mean,
there's nails and screws

and, uh, one of those
metric socket sets.

And a plier.

I'm palpating this guy's belly,
and there's like..

There's a crescent wrench
outlined in base relief.

I mean, just smashed up
against the skin.

So, my husband says to me

"You've got to go in there,
and consent this guy."

‐ You were married?
‐ Yes.

And, um,
he was a surgical resident.

So, I go in there and
I say, "Mr. Jepson

how did you get
all this stuff down?"

And he says, um,
he says, "A good Chablis."

Yeah, like, a..

[laughing]

He says, "A good Chablis."

Oh, my gosh.
Oh, my gosh.

[laughs]
I'm so...sorry. Oh.

It's fine.
No, you missed most of me.

I will pay
for the dry cleaning.

‐ I'm..
‐ Kerry, it's fine.

(Randi)
'Did you bring the guacamole?'

(Chuny)
'Yeah, and onion dip.'

[siren wailing]

(Jing‐Mei)
'Hey, Dr. Greene.'

Hey.

Are you okay?

‐ Just heading out.
‐ 'Goodnight.'

We have to have dessert.

'I can grab something
from Doc Magoo's.'

‐ We don't need it that bad.
‐ Goodnight.

‐ Happy Thanksgiving.
‐ Have a good one.

I was going
to make dip, but..

‐ I'm starving.
‐ Oh.

'These are my favorite, girl.'

‐ Hey, what happened?
‐ Hmm?

‐ Your..
‐ Oh, I went for a walk.

In the rain?

How's Mr. Florea?

He, uh..
He threw a clot.

I had to give him TPA.

Oxygen levels are up.
Vitals are stable.

So, can I give a hand?
Can I help you with anything?

‐ No, I'm just starting an IV.
‐ With your mom, I mean.

No...every time
she goes out for meds

she says she's
not gonna do it again.

Why should this time
be any different?

‐ I don't know.
‐ My patient's smoking again.

Excuse me.

Mr. Thal, I told you.

If you want to smoke,
you have to go outside.

In the rain?

I've got pneumonia.

[sniffing]

Man, this is
smelling weird.

I need an ashtray.

‐ Anything else I can get you?
‐ An extra pillow would be nice.

Dr. Carter, could
I speak with you?

Sure.

I know you're a friend
of my daughter's.

Oh, this is awkward for me.

I don't know
what else to do.

Could you talk to her for me?

Um, I'm not sure
it would..

[explosion]

‐ Oh, God! Abby's in there!
‐ Stay here! Stay here!

‐ 'You guys okay?'
‐ 'Yeah.'

‐ Oh, my god! Abby!
‐ 'Everybody move outside!'

‐ 'Abby!'
‐ Stay out here!

Everybody move outside!

Abby!

(Maggie)
'Abby!'

‐ Abby!
‐ 'Oh, my god! Abby!'

‐ Oh, my god.
‐ Abby?

(Maggie)
'Abby!'

Please wait outside.

‐ Abby?
‐ 'Is she alright?'

Is your neck okay?

Is she alright?

‐ Is her airway clear?
‐ I think she's okay.

'Let's go. Let's go.
Down the hall. To the right.'

‐ Carter, do you need any help?
‐ No. I think she's okay.

I'll be in Curtain 2.

'Chuny, give me
an intubation kit..'

‐ Look out, please.
‐ 'Lots of burn dressings.'

Abby.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Is she alright?

‐ Is she badly hurt?
‐ Can you please wait outside?

‐ No. She's my daughter.
‐ Give me a Stethoscope

‐ Do you have any chest pain?
‐ Yup.

You do? Where does it hurt?

‐ Uh, right there.
‐ 'Right here?'

‐ Yup.
‐ 'Okay. Okay.'

'Take a deep breath for me.'

Alright, give me the oxygen.

Hello, mommy.

Jing‐Mei. Oh!

Oh. I'm so glad you came.

Who's here?

Everybody.

Uh, great.

‐ I'll go get your father.
‐ You didn't tell papa yet?

You asked me not to.

He'll be okay.

Shocked, but okay.

You underestimate us, Jing‐Mei.

You've always
underestimated us.

Mommy, will you love the baby..

...if the father is black?

He's black.

[scoffs]
That's what I thought.

Jing‐Mei.

'It's okay, mommy.'

That's why I didn't tell you.

Any idea what started it?

‐ Ether.
‐ Ether?

Couple of guys in the pharmacy
were cooking crystal meth.

Transported the ether
in IV bags.

One of theirs got mixed in.

‐ Damn!
‐ Everybody out?

Uh, all but two patients.

Well, move it.

We're evacuating
this whole department.

They're critical.

I'll give you ten minutes.

Just take a deep breath.

‐ Chest still hurt?
‐ Little bit. Can I get up?

'Cause I'm okay,
and I could help.

‐ Not until I get a chest x‐ray.
‐ I don't need a chest x‐ray.

Oh, Abby, come on.
Let him help you.

‐ 'Okay, okay.'
‐ How are you?

I'm a little sore.

Well, she cracked a rib.

How's Mr. Thal?

He's going up
to the burn unit

but I think he'll be okay.

How much ringers
do you want?

Ten liters over eight hours.

(Luka)
'How's your guy with the PE?'

CT was normal. No brain bleed.

Good.

Let's get you up to radiology.

(Kim)
He was staring up at me
from the pavement.

And with every breath..

...I could see..

...frosted cloud
from his mouth..

...get smaller.

I just talked to him.

Tried to reassure him.

And I held his hand
until he died.

The ambulance never came.

He was gone by the time
they got there.

Oh, my god.

What happened
to the‐the driver who hit him?

[chuckles]
Not enough.

He was drunk,
but this was 19 years ago.

They, um...revoked
his license for a while

and had him pick up trash
on Saturday or something.

[exhales]

Well..

I certainly got us off on a very
depressing tangent, didn't I?

[sniffling]

I think we're going
to close this place down.

[waiter clears throat]
Oh, I'm sorry.

‐ Oh, no.
‐ We haven't take care of this.

‐ No, no, no.
‐ Let me.

No. You paid last time.

Come on. Why don't..
You know what?

‐ Why don't we just split it?
‐ I got it.

Thank you.

You know, this is
our second meal together.

Some people...might consider
a second dinner a date.

[chuckles]
A date?

‐ You do know I'm gay, right?
‐ Of course, I do.

I mean, I don't have
a problem with that.

I have.. I have gay friends.

Oh.

Oh. I'm sorry, Kerry.

‐ I misread this.
‐ No. I mean, I didn't.

I‐I...I'm so sorry if I
gave you the wrong impression.

It's just that you
called me down

for eight psych consults
in the past week.

Yeah, we work well together.

My instincts are usually
a lot more reliable.

‐ You know what?
‐ Thank you.

You know what?
I'm really very flattered.

It's just that I'm,
uh.. I mean..

Gosh, you're such
a beautiful woman.

You're...you're so beautiful,

But I'm...I‐I'm straight.

I mean, I don't..

‐ I'm straight.
‐ Okay.

Oh, God. Oh, my God.
I don't know..

[chuckles]
I don't know what's..

I'm sorry, I just..

I don't, uh..
I feel very..

[sighs]
I'm..

You know, I'm, I‐I just..

I mean, I‐I guess
I never even..

...really considered this.

You haven't said a word
since we left the hospital.

We can talk to each other.

That's what people do
in relationships.

Alright.

I'm pissed that Romano's
docking my pay

for punching Malucci.

‐ Is that better?
‐ You should be furious.

Malucci was way out of line.

Not that I'm surprised.

What's that
supposed to mean?

You get docked
because Malucci's a jackass.

Your nephew gets crappy care

'because they assume
he's a banger.'

And today, our patient
couldn't get her meds.

You know, Cleo, I'm so tired
of hearing you go off on this.

You need to stop trying to teach

everybody how to be black.

[scoffs]
And you need to face reality.

Debby Marlin couldn't get the
pain medication she needed

today because her pharmacy
was in a black neighborhood.

You grew up in the suburbs.

What the hell you know
about that woman's problems?

What, and I can't relate
because I wasn't poor?

No, I'm just saying,
you know what? I know who I am.

I don't have
anything to prove.

And I do,
because my mother's white?

I didn't say that.

‐ Where you going?
‐ I'm getting off.

‐ This isn't our stop.
‐ It's mine.

I don't wanna see
you tonight.

Cleo, we're supposed
to be going to your cousin's.

Good news.
Your lungs look clear.

You cracked a rib
on the right.

I'll write your
discharge orders.

You don't have to do that.

Fine, but you did
have a concussion

with loss
of consciousness, so, I..

‐ I'm gonna call you later.
‐ Thank you.

‐ Doctor.
‐ Doctor.

‐ I borrowed an umbrella.
‐ Okay.

Happy Thanksgiving,
Dr. Carter.

[serene music]

‐ Hey.
‐ 'Hey.'

Ooh.

That steak smells fantastic.

Mwah.

How did you get the charcoal
going in the rain?

Uh, I just pulled the grill
in under the overhang.

I've never had a deck
to grill on before.

Makes me feel very American.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Shall I help you
with the salad?

Sure.

Okay.

[sighs]

Uh...Mark.

‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ I have something to tell you.

‐ It's not going to be easy.
‐ Go ahead.

Well, I know it's not exactly
the best time, but..

What the hell.
I'm pregnant.

Uh, Chen did an ultrasound.

What are you thinking?

I think it's wonderful.

Oh, I love you.

I love you, too.

[theme music]