ER (1994–2009): Season 8, Episode 15 - It's All in Your Head - full transcript

Previously on E.R.

It's an isolated dysfunction
of the right hypoglossal nerve.

It's a recurrence.

I know
there's nothing

I can do to make
it right.
You can leave.

You can pack up your
things and leave my house.

Either she's out of
the house by the time

I take that baby home, or
I'm not taking that baby home.

Brian. Brian!

I won't mess with Abby again.

I won't even talk to her.



If you touch her again...

I'll kill you.

( clanging )

I apologize

for how late he's running.

It's okay.

I'm sure he'll
be with you any moment.

I can wait.

I'll see you

in two weeks.

Oh, Judy will give you all

your pre-op instructions.
before you leave.

Thank you.

You've come to the
right place, Mary.



Mark.

You look good.

You, too.

How was your flight?

Uneventful.

The best kind.

Elizabeth with you?

Not this time.

DOCTOR:
See this area?

It's called "ring enhancement."

It encircles the cavity where we
removed your tumor.

Could it be inflammation
from a vaccine?

No.

How about a side-effect
from radiation?

The Spec MRI shows a peak
of creatine and choline

with a depressed NAA, which
rules out radiation necrosis.

I'm afraid it's
definitely tumor regrowth.

Don't you need a biopsy?

Spectroscopy was conclusive.

How soon can you operate?

I can't.

Not this time.

The tumor's invaded
the eloquent areas

of the brain that control
speech and motor function.

If I start digging
around in there now

the side effects
would be devastating.

You wouldn't be able to walk,
talk, feed yourself....

Which is exactly what'll happen
as the tumor grows.

Some of the cells must have been
radiation-resistant.

So what are my options?

I mean, other than sticking
a shotgun in my mouth?

Well, your best bet now is
Stereotactic Radio Surgery.

The Gamma knife's
safe and effective

and they can do
it in Chicago.

And if it works?

The average is four,
maybe five...

Years?

Months.

So, I'm back where I started.

You should have been
dead a year ago, Mark.

You got married, saw
your daughter be born.

I'd say that
was time well spent.

Dad?

Dad!

Don't you have
work today?

I'm up.

I made you some coffee.

Thanks.

You want
some breakfast?

No. I'm good, thanks.

I'll be down in a minute.

Elizabeth called while
you were in the shower.

You should have
come and got me.

Did she leave
a number?
No.

How am I supposed
to call her back?

Oh, she just wanted you

to bring some things
for Ella to work.

I wrote them down.

Oh.

I can get all that
stuff and put it

in a bag
or something if you want.

No, no, no. I'll do it.

I don't mind.

How'd it go?

What?

The conference in New York.

Oh, good. You know.

Usual.

Boring.

So, everything's set for staying
tonight at Kelly's?

Hmm-hmm. Yeah.

Are you sure you should
be doing this?

This?

Working a double shift.

You still seem a little
tired from your trip.

I'll be fine.

Iverson in Four needs about
another hour of monitoring.

Dunn, also in Four, is probably
going to need a walking cast.

The foot X-rays are pending.

Dr. Lewis is
crashed out in Three.

Susan?

Yeah, she, uh, she worked a
double, so don't wake her up.

And last,
but not least

is the lovely but kind of
spooky Miss Armstrong in Two.

Was waiting on
a psych consult

before the sewer people
come and get her.

What sewer people?

She's crazy, Deb,
hence the psych consult.

There's a bad burn trauma
coming in, so have fun.

Mm, right.
He called again.

Ugh, Randall?

Mm-hmm, five calls
in 18 hours.

Sounds like a stalker.

You want me
to talk to him?

No. Thanks.

What are you looking at?

WOMAN:
Theresa Matthews, comatose for
over a year following an MVA.

Mom takes care
of her at home.

She called 911
because she thought

her daughter was
in discomfort.

How could
she tell?
That was
my question.

Abby.

Dr. Kovac wants you
to meet him

in the ambulance bay

with Mrs. Tartaglia's
X-rays.

Really?

Said it was
an emergency.

Tartaglia from last night?

She's the one
with the whiplash.

Just telling you
what he said.

You know, a little
bit more information

might have been helpful.

Am I talking to you?

Could you guys knock it off
and help me find it?

Is that it?

Yeah.

Who's your friend?

Would you mind telling
me what's going on?

Uh... he was going
to give me a ticket.

Excuse me?

I told him I had
an emergency.

Oh, so you used me
to get out of a ticket.

It would have
been a big ticket.

( engine starts )

I owe you one.

CARTER:
Nice car.

Did he get the
leopard-print interior?

You off?

Not till 10:00.

What did you do
to deserve that?

I asked.

This way I'm never home
when my neighbor is.

He's out on bail?

Mm. Until the trial.

Then I can get my life back.

How's his wife?

She's good.

Safe.

How are you?

How's the eye?

It's good.

I think my Good Samaritan days
are over, though.

Probably saved her life.

Steady midnights,
that can be tough.

You getting
enough sleep?

Yeah? Eating okay?

Feeling depressed or anxious?

I have to get back.

Call if you
want to talk.

I'm good.

Coffee and pie on me,
if you change your mind.

Hey!

What does a girl
have to do

to get a cup of coffee
around here?

Mark?

Hey.

Hey, I just
worked two shifts.

I'm the one that's
supposed to be a zombie.

A little slow getting
started this morning.

How was New York?

Well, I didn't see as many
Broadway plays as I'd hoped.

My tumor's back.

Oh, God, Mark, I'm sorry.

I do Gamma knife today.

Today?
What are you doing here?

It's best to stay busy.

How's Elizabeth
taking it?

I haven't
told her yet.

What?! Why not?

Mark, you shouldn't be
going through this alone.

I'll see her
this afternoon.

What time's
your treatment?

1:30.

I'm going to go home and get
some rest

but after, I'll come by
and see if you're okay.

No, no, you
don't have to.
No, I want to.

Excuse me, Dr. Greene,
Dr. Weaver needs some help.

All right,
I'll let you go.

Bye. Good luck.

What patient?

She's got an elderly
woman in CHF

and explosion trauma
just rolled in

and there's a multiple MVA
with a possible spinal injury

ten minutes out.

Mark, they need you in
Trauma Two-- burn victim.

Okay.

I'm firing that new guy.

What new guy?

Jerry.

Jerry was here
before you, Frank.

So was the
Neanderthal Man

but he didn't
last either.

You can't fire anybody.

Either he goes, or I go.

You, you'll be hearing
from my lawyer.

What'd I do?

Mark, coffee.

( grunting )

GREENE:
Did you pass out?

No.

Full trauma panel, portable
c-spine, chest and pelvis.

Start a second IV with LR.

Add an ABG with
carboxyhemoglobin and a CK.

Sats 94, pulse 120.

Can I give him
something for pain?

Uh, titrate
ten of morphine

but watch
his pressure

keep him above 90.

Carbonaceous material
around his nose and lips.

He's not moving much air.

That's cause he's in
too much pain to breathe.

How much fluid?

One liter per hour
for the first eight hours.

MARQUEZ:
I'll ask my super, but

I think there's a waiting
list for my building.

Hey, there's been
an old lady

who's been sick
on my floor.

I don't know if I want
to live in an apartment
where somebody died.

Well all you need is some
Lysol and some air freshener--

it's all good.

Are you moving?
Yeah.

The freak who hit me
moved back in.

You can stay at my place till
you find something else.

Thanks.

I don't know
if that's a good idea.

Why not?

Yeah, Abby,
why not?

Don't you guys have
something to do?

You shouldn't have to
leave your own place.

He should
be forced to move.

Mm, he'll be
in jail soon.

I just don't know
if I want

to live there
after all this.

What's with the car?

Like it?

Kind of flashy.

Well, you only
live once.

Not if you keep
driving like a maniac.

You look
kind of tired.

Yeah, I was up late.

Oh, really?
What's her name?

Who?

It's a joke, Luka.

No, seriously,
if you need a place...

Thank you.

You can stay as
long as you need

and you only have to sleep
with me on the weekends.

Excuse me?

It's a joke, Abby,
it's a joke.

Who called for a consult?

Uh, burn patient,
Trauma Two.

What doctor?

Greene.

Make it stop hurting.

GREENE:
We're trying, Ian.

How's his PO2?

89 on ten liters.

That's pretty borderline.

I don't want
to tube him yet.

Why the hell not?
He's hypoxic.

He needs intubation,
then I can assess him

for escharotomy.

Dr. Greene, his wife's here.

That's why I've
been waiting.

Keep an eye on him.

Mrs. Nevinger.

I'm Dr. Greene...

Can I see him?

The surgeon's
in with him now.

The surgeon?

The burns caused

constrictive tissue
swelling around his chest.

He may need a procedure

to relieve that so that
he can breathe easier.

You have to do
an escharotomy?

Maybe.

You in the medical professional?

Yeah, I'm a nurse at Mercy.

Is he intubated?

Not yet.

What's the surface area?

Over 50%

Oh, God.

Do you know
how it happened?

Uh, he was in the
garage painting

some new furniture for
our son's bedroom.

Did he have a heater on
in the garage?

No, he paints cars.

He knows he has to be
careful around that stuff.

Well, we're going to do
everything we can.

CORDAY:
Repeat the blood gas in
20 minutes

and have a fiber-optic
scope standing by.

Elizabeth.

How is he?

In need of intubation.

I brought the things
you asked me to bring.

Thank you.

What are we doing?

I miss you and Ella,
I need you to come home.

I can't.

You have every right
to be angry with me

but staying in a hotel
isn't going to solve anything.

Mark, I'm not
trying to punish you.

I'm just trying to do
what's best for Ella.

Don't you think what's
best for her

is to be with her
mother and father?

Yes, I do.

So, when are you coming home?

I don't know.

How many lights
do you see?

One. There's nothing wrong
with my eyes.

It's my arms and legs.

Aaron, we need you to
lay absolutely still.

No sign
of cranial nerve impaction

or blowout fracture.

Bilateral TM's clear.

No blood.

Does it hurt
when I press here

or just on the sides?
Both.

Foreface
is stable.

No dental
fractures.

( moaning )

Okay.

We're going to leave
the collar on

for a while.

Let's tape down
his head

and use sandbags
to stabilize.

Can you feel this?

No.

DARCEY:
How's he doing?

It's too early
to tell.

Can he tell me
what happened?

I thought it was
a sledding accident.

Yeah, his father got smashed

and was pulling him
and his friend on the sled

behind a snowmobile.

You smelled alcohol
on his breath?

No, but he seemed out of it.

Maybe drugs.

Lungs are clear,
bilaterally

normal heart tones.

You going somewhere?
What?

That's the third time
you've looked

at the clock.

Aaron, can you feel this?

No.

How about now?

No.

Anything?

No.

Why can't I feel my arms?

Just relax, Aaron.
We're tying to help you, okay.

I'm going to go out and
speak with the father.

Prep the Solu-Medrol,
hold the scanner.

Okay, give me
a reflex hammer.

Mr. James, I'm Dr. Greene.

I'm treating your son,
Aaron.

He got hurt.

We're sending him
for X-rays and an MRI

and we'll have better idea
of what we're looking at

once the neurosurgeon's

had a chance
to assess his injuries.

This is all my fault.

You were pulling him
and his friend

behind a snowmobile?

I-I knew it was wrong.

Have you been drinking?

You mean booze?

No.

I-I told them.

Told who?

Aaron and Chris,
that we shouldn't.

But they kept bugging me to.

Well, that's where
adult judgment comes in.

MAN:
Hey, idiot!

GREENE:
Is there a problem?

Yeah, my son's got a broken arm

thanks to dumb and dumber here.

You could've killed
both of them!

I didn't mean to.
It was an accident.

You need to
settle down, sir.

I'll settle down
after he's arrested.

Look, he shouldn't
be allowed

to operate a motor vehicle.

He's only got half a brain.

I'm serious.

His wife even left him
because he's lost it.

DARCEY:
Let's go over here
and talk, sir.

Sorry about that.

It's okay.
He's kind of right.

I-I would've never done
something like this

before I was stupid.

Sit down.

Wh-What happened?

July 17, 1997.
It was very hot.

I-I took off my hard hat

so I could wipe the sweat
off my forehead

and a pipe fell loose
from the fitting above me

and... boom.

Head injury.

My brain doesn't work
as good as it used to.

Does Aaron live with you now?

Sometimes.

We're buddies now.

We don't fight like we used to.

He's going to get better, right?

I hope so.
LOCKHART:
Dr. Greene.

Mrs. Nevinger's wondering

about an update
on her husband.

Um, sit tight.
I'll come back

and tell you
about your son.
Thank you.

Can you get a red
top on Mr. James?
Sure.

Nobody's telling me
anything.

He's still in
with the surgeon.

Why don't you
sit down here

and I'll find out.

Oh, Abby.

District Attorney's
office called.

Your subpoena's
been revoked.

Revoked?

Trial's been canceled.

What?

Why?

I don't know,
some legal snafu, I guess.

You know about lawyers--

they're half as smart as doctors
but twice as sneaky.

Ian, your wife's here.

She wants to come
in and see you.

( strained ):
Is she alone?

No, your sons
are with her.

I don't w-want them
to see me like this.

I'm going to have to put
a tube down your throat

to protect your airway.

Once I do that

you won't be able to talk
to them.

I don't care.

You urine tested positive
for amphetamines.

Want to tell me why?

( quivering ):
I've been working two jobs.

Sometimes, I need a little help
to keep me going.

How do you take it?

You smoke it?

Did you light up

with all those fumes
in the garage?

I wanted to finish the dresser.

Birthday's on Saturday.

ROMANO:
Hey, where have you been?

Elizabeth!

I was down in the E.R.

Uh-huh, let me guess

rule out appy
on a corpse?

No.
Well,
you're lucky.

I'm beginning
to think

E.R. stands for
Everyone's Retarded.

I mean, I know
your hubby's

one of the big
giant heads
down there

but honestly,
it's a wonder

they all find their way
to work every day.

Excuse me,
Dr. Corday.

Your nanny called.

Said they're just
leaving the hotel.

Thanks.

That sounds kinky.

Do you need something,
Robert?

Yes, actually.

Your buddy, Benton,
left us

with eight delinquent
operative reports.

Yeah, well,
he said he was stopping by

sometime this week.
Yeah, right.

He wouldn't be caught
dead in this hospital

which means they
are now your problem.

I'm not
the operating surgeon.

I don't give a damn.

I just want a
dictated op note

on every chart before

( pager beeps )
our JAY-COE review.

I'm being paged
to the E.R.

If I don't have
them by tomorrow

I'm going to report him
to the state medical board.

Someone is very popular today.

Oh, Jerry,
give me a break.

FRANK:
You know, I could have

one of my old buddies
on the force

do a background check
on this Randall character.

Isn't that nice
to know.

Now what's that
supposed to mean?

It means that
the continuing invasion

of personal privacy
by law enforcement is appalling

not to mention immoral.

Well, you have nothing
to worry about

if you don't have
anything to hide.

Malcontent.

( scoffs ):
Psycho fascist.

Now that's it!
Hey, settle
down, you two.

No, do if you want to start
something, tough guy?

Bring it on, gramps.
Gramps?

Who the hell are
you calling...?!

CHEN:
Hey, guys, stop it!

Both of you stop it!
Hey, hey!

Ow!

Now look what
you did!

You did it!

Will you both shut up!

Are you okay?

WOMAN:
Can I get a doctor here?

What happened?

Dennis Cooper, 32.
Multiple GSWs to the chest.

I got his eight-year-old
daughter, too.

Was she shot?

Not that I could see.

Dad arrested
about a minute out.

No BP, but good pulse
with CPR.

All right, somebody page Corday

and open a thoracotomy tray.

CORDAY:
Spreader.

Okay, crank it open.

Suction.

What do you need?

Oh, no, it slipped.
I need to reset the lift.

Could use a subclavian.

Eight French,
Cordis introducer.

Gallant's next door
with the daughter.

Paramedics didn't think

she was injured,
but she was covered in blood.

I've got it,
Kerry.

Open up the pericardium.

Pickup.

What's her status,
Gallant?

She has a couple
superficial abrasions.

No evidence of any
penetrating injuries.

I don't think any
of this is her blood.

Hey, who's
your friend?

The first officers on the scene
found her hiding under a table.

But by the looks of it,
she saw everything

including who shot
her father.

So, what's your name?

I couldn't get her
to say anything.

Her name
is Brianne Cooper.

Brianne?

I'm Dr. Weaver.

And we're trying to make
your daddy better, okay?

Okay.

( quietly ):
All right.

Now, are you hurt?

I don't think so.

Did you see who shot
your father?

Do you mind?

I need to know.

Yeah, and I need to make sure
that she's all right.

You can wait outside
until we're finished.

Her father is known for...

Outside means outside.

Should I call DCFS?

Mm-hmm.

Don't worry, Brianne.

You and your daddy
are safe here.

Nobody's going to hurt you now

okay?

WATKINS:
She wasn't hurt.

Physically, no.

But she's already
showing signs

of post-traumatic
stress disorder.

You have to wait

until the pediatric
psychiatrist

is finished with her.

How long is that going
to take?

Hey, look, this little
girl just saw somebody

put five bullets
into her father.

Yeah, and I need to know
who did it.

Her father's
a well-known drug dealer

and a murder suspect,
in his own right.

If whoever did this finds out
that she is the only witness

they may decide
to finish the job.

What about her mother?

She's a junkie.

And a possible suspect.

All right,
post an officer

outside her room,
and, uh

I'll try to speak
with her.

Okay, fine.

We did the best
we could.

But the bullet
passed through

Mr. Cooper's aorta.

How's the little girl?

She's still shock.

Would you like me to
speak to her for you?

No, I... you know

I think I should do it,
but thanks.

Sorry about the delay.

We got a little backed up.

GREENE:
No problem.

The whole procedure only takes
about 40 minutes

once we get started.

Okay?
Okay.

This frame provides
reference points

so we can pinpoint
the tumor

with 201
separate gamma rays.

Hope you're a good shot.

Well, the machine's accurate
up to .3 millimeters.

What if I sneeze?

Just try not to.

Could vaporize
all the brain matter

in your skull cavity.

I'm kidding, Dr. Greene.

You won't be able
to move

once we lock the frame down,
okay?

Any last questions?

Nope.

All right,
see you in a few minutes.

( machine humming )

Just try and relax

Dr. Greene.

I'm ready.

Has anybody seen
Dr. Greene?

He left.
Already?

Did he say where
he was going?

Sorry.

( sighs ):
We have an appointment.

I can page him.

You should take it easy
for the rest of the day.

No problem.

A few people
report headaches,
nausea and vomiting.

What about seizures?

Less than 10% experience
seizures in the next 24 hours

but you're on Dilantin
and we gave you some Decadron

to reduce the risk
of brain edema.

Is there someone here
to drive you home?

I took the L.

But do you have someone
staying with you tonight?

My daughter.

It would be better
if it's an adult.

Rachel's a teenager.

Okay. Well, just have
her check on you

and call if there any problems,
all right?

Reschedule Jenna Kline
for Thursday

and fax Dr. Horton
Brook Young's MEG results.

I'm Dr. Greene.
My daughter has
an appointment.

Ella.

Yeah. My wife should
be bringing her.

You just missed them.

LOCKHART:
Well, what does that mean,
exactly?

It means in the interest
of legal efficiency

we cut a deal.

A deal for what?
For jail time?

No. One year parole

40 hours of
community service.

Community service?
This guy attacked me.

This is his
first offense.

Yeah, but he's
pathological.

I've had to call
the police on him before.

He has no prior arrests.

We're also insisting
he undergo mandatory therapy.

Oh, that's great.

So, what, he counts
to ten

before he hits
somebody now?

I'm sorry.
This is the best
we could do.

The best you can do?
Let's not overlook
the fact

that someone beat
the hell out of Brian Westlake

a couple of hours
after you were attacked.

What?

But you didn't know
anything about that, right?

No.

GREENE:
Wiggle your toes.

Fingers.

I'm not paralyzed?

You're showing signs
of improvement.

It's only going
to get better

as the swelling
in your spinal cord
goes down.

You are lucky.

Let me put this behind you.

Your dad is going
to be glad to hear this.

The police think
that he was drinking.

My dad doesn't drink.

Pretty angry
about what he did.

Pulling you behind
a snowmobile.

Your dad should
know better.

He does.

Then what happened?

It wasn't your dad's idea

to pull you behind
the snowmobile, was it?

It was Chris's idea.

We were just trying
to have a little fun.

Elizabeth.

Where were you?

I'm sorry.
Something came up.

Something more important
than our daughter?

I was there.
I just missed you.

I talked to the doctor.

Everything's going
to be okay.

Yeah, well, any
long-term effects

remain to be seen,
don't they?

Dr. Greene, Ian Nevinger's sats
are down to 78.

I'm down for a GSW.

You better hope
you can still intubate him.

You still awake in here?

A little.

Um, Brianne,
I have some bad news

about your father.

The surgeons
did their best to help him

but one of the bullets
hit his heart

and damaged it.

They couldn't fix it.

He died.

I know it's hard
and you feel really sad

but it's very important
that you talk with the police.

No.

They just want to make sure
that they find out

who did this
so that they don't
hurt anyone else.

Did you see
who shot your father?

Yes.

And do you know
who they were?

Yes.

Will you tell the police?

I can't.

Honey, you don't need
to be afraid.

Was it your mother?

No.

Then who?

Me.

You?

You shot your father?

He fell asleep on the couch

and left the gun
on the coffee table.

Why did you shoot him?

Brianne, was he hurting you?

Honey, was he doing things
to you that he shouldn't be?

He wouldn't
let me watch TV.

So you shot him?

He said if I turned on the TV
while he was asleep

he'd shoot me,
so I shot him first.

We can't protect his airway
much longer.

Can we go in
before you intubate him?

He'd prefer
if you didn't.

This is the last chance
we'll have to speak with him.

He doesn't want you
to see him

in his present condition.

I've seen worse.

This is your husband.

Yes, he is.

If they stay here.

Okay. Brendan,
watch your brother.

I have to talk
to the doctor.

Carboxyhemoglobin's 30.

I said no.

I said yes.

You're going
to be okay, Ian.

How does my hair look?

You might want
to get a wig till it grows back.

Maybe I can get an afro.

Haleh, suction.

Uh, I can do that.
I'm an RN.

I'm sorry.

Shh. Don't talk.

Burn unit
have any beds?
Still holding.

He's going to need
a Swann-Ganz catheter.

These his labs?

Some of them.

He tested positive
for amphetamines?

Were you smoking up?

It was an accident.

You lied to me. You told me
you were going to stay clean

You promised me you'd quit.

I did.

Was it good?
Did you get

nice and stoned?

I just wanted to finish
the dresser.

No, Ian, you just wanted
to get high!

( splutters )

Chuny, have you seen
Mrs. Nevinger?

No. Sorry.

What's going on?

We're trying to decide
what to do with Aaron.

We can't reach the mother.

The father's blood-alcohol level
was negative.

Yes, but what he did
was still reckless.

I don't want to split
up this family

but the father is as much
a kid as his son.

The boys talked him into it.

They should take
some of the blame.

You need to talk to them.

I did, and they didn't say
anything.

Did you talk to a social worker
and the police?

Yeah.

What'd you tell 'em?

What do you care?

You worried about
getting in trouble?

No.

What is it then?

You want your dad
to get arrested?

Maybe it'll smarten him up.

What?

My dad's always doing
stupid stuff

and saying things
that are totally embarrassing.

Every teenager thinks that
about their parents.

Yeah, but my dad's
really a moron.

Well, you won't have to worry
about that

once Child Services
puts you into a foster family.

He could have said no.

Could he?

You think your father
likes what happened to him?

He lost his wife,
he lost his job.

He lost himself.

You're the only thing
he has left.

And he still thinks that
you two are buddies.

We are.

Well, then you need to grow up
and start acting like one.

Are the cops still here?

They might be.

Well, can I talk to them again?

I'll see what I can do.

And...

could you tell my dad
I'm sorry?

No... but you can.

( exhaling )

( sighs )

( footsteps approaching )

Why are you still here?

I'm on till 8:00.

You shouldn't
be on at all.

Do you have
a headache?

Just a... little stress.

Yeah, that and
several hundred
beams of radiation

zapped into your
brain this afternoon.

You need to go home.

There's just
a half an hour left.

Did you tell her?

Who?

Mark...

You said you were
going to talk to her.

Does Rachel know?

Mark, they're going
to figure it out.

Let them figure it out.

So, you're going to
keep this a secret

act like nothing's wrong

until you pass
out in public?

The moment you tell them

they start
treating you differently.

They start
giving you that look.

What look?

That look that looks like
you're half there.

Like you're already gone.

Believe me,
I've seen it before.

Yeah, well,
you're still here.

Good night.

Whoa.

What is it?

Nothing.

Mark...

I'm so nauseous.

You know, that's it.
I'm taking you home.

No, I am not going home.

You know what? You
have two choices.

I'm taking you
home right now

or I'm ratting you
out to Weaver.

What's it going to be?

You better not vomit in my car.

The burn unit is ready
for Nevinger, Dr. Corday.

Haleh, do we have Marcaine?

Right in front of you.

Right.

Can you take him up?

I don't want to lose
his airway in the elevator.

Who?

Nevinger-- the surface burn.

I thought he
was intubated.

He stabilized on the heliox

but he's drifting down again.

Well, he's
Dr. Greene's patient.

Why don't you ask him?

Dr. Greene went home.

He did?

Half hour ago.

Says "Corday" on the chart.

Fine.

Mr. Nevinger,
how's your breathing?

Didn't you find her?

Who?

My wife.

Uh, she wasn't here?

( gags )

Um, .8 of Pav

prep 20 of Etomidate,
120 of SUX.

Mr. Nevinger, we're going
to have to intubate you
for transfer.

You might not be able
to talk for a few days

but your wife
will be able to talk to you.

I let her down.

HALEH:
Tested positive
for amphetamines.

I promised her.

Well, all you need to worry
about now is getting better.

8-0 ET tube.

Even if I live

she'll leave me.

Oh, I'm sure
that's not true.

( sputtering )

( laughs )

Wouldn't you?

I mean, look at me.

Things might be difficult

for both of you
for a while, yes

but, uh... you just need
to give her some time.

Could you find her?

Meds are in.

Tell her I love her.

I'm sorry.

Yes, of course.

Yankauer tip and a 3 mac.

No, I had Debbie pick up
the kids.

Okay.

Thanks, Evelyn.

No, I will.
I will.

Yeah, 'bye.

Mrs. Nevinger?

I'm Dr. Corday.

I helped work on
your husband.

Uh, they told me
you were in Chairs.

I couldn't find you.

I was afraid you'd left.

No, I'm leaving now.

I just called Ian's mom.
She's coming.

I didn't tell her
about the drugs.

I should.

I should let
the boys see him

show them what drugs did
to their father.

Well, they'll see
that soon enough.

Yeah, assuming we're still
around when he gets out.

We've just moved
your husband up
to the burns unit.

Look, I know what
he did was wrong

and obviously you have
some things to work out.

But he really needs
you right now.

Yeah?

What about me?

What about my sons?

They really need a father,
but they don't have one now.

Yes, they do.

No, they have a drug addict
in a hospital bed

with burns over 50%
of his body.

He's still their father.

He's still your husband.

( sighs )

Look, you do know
that he could succumb

to infection, and he
could die within
the next week.

That is not my fault.

I begged him to
stop using drugs.

And I'm certain
he's sorry for what he did.

Is he?

Mrs. Nevinger,
he's in unbelievable pain.

He'll be
permanently disfigured.

He'll never look
like the father
your sons remember.

I think he's suffered

enough punishment, don't you?

You two can go home.

You're both
suspended
until Monday.

For what?

For fighting.

( chuckling ):
We weren't fighting.

I was told you
two got into
a fistfight.

I'm afraid
somebody's pulling

your leg there, Chief...
so to speak.

Yeah, I-I love
this... old guy.

( Frank laughs )

Dr. Chen, did you or
did you not witness

these two getting into
an altercation?

What altercation?

You were knocked
to the floor.

No, I tripped
over a phone cord earlier

but, uh, that
was my own fault.

Hey, knock it off, you two.

Carter! Ah! Just the man
I want to see.

Ooh, look, I got
six patients for you.

I'm not on for
eight minutes.

Yeah, but you're here.

But I'm eating.

Oh, well, too bad.

Jing-mei?

Randall.

Hey, I've, uh,
been calling
you all day.

Did you, uh,
did you get
my flowers?

Um, yes.

Thanks.

So, are you off?

Um, you know,
actually, I
have a...

Aren't you supposed to be
covering Dr. Greene?

Yes. Yes, I am.

Oh, what about
after that?

( sighs )

Um, you know...

Look, Randall, you're
a nice guy and all, but, uh...

I just don't think this is
going to work out between us.

Well, I had fun.

Yeah.

Sorry. I've got
to get back to work.

Well, can I call you?

No.

Bye.

Don't tell me
you just broke
up with that guy.

It was hardly a breakup.

I mean, we just
went out once.

One date and he's
buying you flowers?

Yeah, can you believe it?

You know, you give
a guy a hand release

during Harry Potter and
he wants to marry you.

( chokes )

You okay?

Thank you.

( music plays )

Hi.

Hi.

Can I help you?

Nope.

Hey, Abby?

Hey.

Come on in.

No, I di... I di...
I just wanted to say hi.

I didn't want
to bother you.

I didn't know
you had... company.

No, just a couple of friends.

I'll see you tomorrow.

No, you need a place to stay.
Let me help.

It's okay, really.

Please? For me.

I need you.

They're kicking my ass
in Pictionary.

Come on!

Three lap choles,
two inguinal hernias

LeFort III Reduction

vagotomy and a
pancreaticoduodenectomy.

I only assisted
on the LeFort.

Daniels was the primary.

Growing demand for
breast implants,
apparently.

Yeah, well, I guess
I should have moved
further away myself.

This doesn't have to be
so clandestine, Peter.

You won't burst
into flames

if you actually step
inside the hospital.

I know, I just... I just wanted
to make a clean break.

Yeah, well, finish those
and you'll be free of us.

Oh, and you owe
me $27 for Xerox.

How's the baby?

Normal background rhythms.

Low amp activity.

Make sure
you get SSEPs.

You seem to be
holding up okay.

Yeah.

What?

What?

I think I may have
left my husband.

You think?

Well, I moved out.

I'm living in a hotel.

What happened?

( sighs )

I've never made
demands on him.

Not real ones, anyway.

The only time I ask him

to put his family
first, he can't do it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Back up. Um, you lost me.

He won't send Rachel away.

It's like he has to
prove he loves her.

And you want him to prove
he loves you?

Yes.

No.

I don't know.

I don't know
if I'm protecting my daughter

or if I'm just angry.

Look, Elizabeth,
I'd be angry, too.

At Mark.

You see, I think

I do blame him
for what happened.

And I think I've found a way

to avoid being with him
because I blame him.

He's different.

It's like he's...

It's like he's disconnected
from us somehow.

Or-or maybe it's me, you know?

I just don't have the energy
to figure it out.

What happens
if he sent Rachel home tomorrow?

MAN:
Usually about this time of year

when Chicagoans are tired
of the cold and snow

wondering if winter
will ever end...

You're out of mustard.

...as more on the January...

I told you
I'm not hungry.

You have to eat.

Oh, that's right.

Starve a cold,
feed a tumor.

You need to keep
your strength up.

I need to take a nap.

Well, I'll help you upstairs
if you have some soup.

No, I mean, right
now, right here.

What if Rachel comes home?

She'll see you're sick.

She's sleeping over
at a friend's.

Mark, you have to have
someone watch you

following
gamma knife therapy.

Oh, great.

What?

I can't close my eye.

I've heard of cowboys who sleep
with one eye open.

I'm glad you think
this is funny.

Okay.

Hold still.

You're going to have to start
using artificial tears.

How's that?

It's good, thanks.

Don't let the soup
get cold, huh?