Hawthorne (2009–2011): Season 1, Episode 5 - The Sense of Belonging - full transcript

Now, before you go off and save lives...

Mm... The good, old nasty, evil log sheets.

Listen, guys, I feel your pain,
but corporate keeps sending me

the nastiest memos on this issue.

What are they mad about?
Well, Kelly, believe it or not,

there are nurses who actually
don't log their daily activities.

There are even some that
won't turn them in at all.

And why can't administration
just stop pissing away money

on efficiency experts and
just hire more nurses?

Oh, that would actually make sense.

So we are stuck with them.



That's right. So here you go.

Richmond Trinity, go!

Oh, no. The day hasn't even
started yet. No complaints.

Amy Johnson was brought in
to the ER last night.

Cardiac arrhythmia?

The ER docs couldn't figure it
out, so they admitted her.

This baby can't get a break.

Who's Amy?

Well, she's one of my, uh, first patients.
She was born with a heart defect.

She's been in and out of
this hospital her whole life.

Yeah, what is it, 12 surgeries now?

At least.

Listen, do me a favor. Just make
their stay really comfortable.

Create a nice homecoming.
Show them some love.



Attention, please! I'm looking for
a Christina Hawthorne!

Here I am.

That crazy-ass homeless lady's
looking for you... Isabel Walsh.

She thinks she works here.

What you want me to do?

Do what I'm gonna do... congratulate her.

Have a good one.

I'm afraid I'll forget everything I learned in
that orientation and make a big fool of myself.

Are you kidding me? Look at this.

These letter of recommendation...
I got one from your social worker

saying you're doing really well.

And I got a big thumbs-up from
your director at the shelter.

Oh, he just sweating my swagger.
As he should sweat your swagger.

You know, I got my spies out there, too.

My NICU nurses, they got my back.

And so do I. Look what I got you.

Bam!

And this.

I feel like I'm in the olympics.

Well, you better get in there
and go win that gold medal.

Can I come to you,

you know, if I screw things up?

Well, see, this is the deal.
You don't work for me.

You work for the lab. See, I'm just a colleague.

Col... colleague?!
Yes!

I ain't never had one of those.
Well, now you got about 500 of them.

HawthoRNe - Season 01
Episode 05 - "The Sense of Belonging".

Hey.

Oh, my goodness.

Breasts!

What happened?

Yeah, I know. Finally, right?

I'm happy to say they've made
me quite popular.

I'm sure they have.

Did the attitude come with them?

And I thought open-heart surgery was bad.

Can you please tell her
to cut me some slack?

Does Camille talk to you like that?
Oh, every day.

I say we send them to juvie once Amy's released.

Yeah, when will that be, six months from now?

Ooh, no trash-talking in my hospital.

All right. Let's see.

Um, two days ago, I got dizzy on and off
and then nauseous,

and then I started vomiting...

And vomiting.
And vomiting. And last night,

she fainted. Nearly did a face plant
into a glass coffee table.

Did ER rule out pericardial effusion?

Water around the heart? They said
her heart seemed normal.

And what do you think, young lady?

My heart's never been normal.

How should I know?
Don't be smart.

I wasn't.

How does your head feel?

It's pounding.

What about your arms and your legs? Are they weird?

Um, I'm not real steady on my feet.

What are you thinking?

Well, whatever she's thinking,
she's gonna tell me outside.

Come on, Christina.

Mom?

Whatever it is, she can say it in
front of me. I'm not a baby.

You're my baby.

So the ER went over

all the usual stuff...

arrhythmia, low blood pressure, infection.

What do you think?

Well, all her symptoms could be
neurological. I could ask for a consult.

But she's never had any issues with
her brain. How can that be?

I understand, but, Beth, you know the drill.

Sometimes we have to figure out what
it's not before we know what it is.

Okay.

Morning, boss!

Morning, Isabel! How's it feel to be
an official lab messenger?

A lot like the stomach flu.
You'll be fine.

Just remember the guidelines.
Oh, I got it. Be careful with the samples,

double-check the labels...

and stay on schedule.

Okay, here I go.

Hey.

I think you're forgetting something.

Oh, Isabel! The ice for the abg specimens.

That's right. It's always good to get mistakes out of the way first thing.

I'm glad that's over with.

"7:43, picked up pen.

"7:43, 40 seconds, used said pen to write this entry.

"7:44...

... scratched my ass."

No, this is gonna be the most detailed
log Christina has ever seen.

It's not a competition, Ray.

"7:45, Candy abdicates victory to me."

Oh, you know what? Were your
paychecks normal this week?

Sadly, yes.

You get stiffed?
No, overpaid.

I think they think I'm still on
graveyard, giving me a premium.

Well... buy me something pretty.

Yeah, I can't keep it. I got to go see Larry in accounting.

Larry?
Yeah.

Jelly-doughnut-eating slob Larry?

No. Sweet, shy Larry,
whose wife just left him.

Yeah. Well, word to the wise... take wipies.

Ray.
Or a garden hose.

Stop it.
Pressure washer.

I'm not laughing.
Yes, you are.

You are.

Nurse Stein.

Not only is my patient a VIP,
but very private, as well.

I got it. A VP VIP.

Wants to remain anonymous, off-grid.

I specifically chose you for this job, but
I have to know that you can be discreet.

Lindsay Lohan was my patient once.

Here, at Richmond Trinity?
See?

All right, so you cleared
all my cases with Christina?

Oh, well, actually, Christina doesn't
know about this. And you can't tell her.

But she's my boss.

Yeah, well, meet the bigger boss

Excuse me.

Ray, where you going?
No way.

That is Christina's mother-in-law,
okay? Find someone else.

There is nobody else.

Mrs. Hawthorne doesn't really get along with women. She needs a man.

Oh. Really? That's why I was chosen?

Cause I'm the only nurse on the
floor with a "Y" chromosome? Thanks.

What's the problem, Ray? What,
are you afraid of Christina?

Aren't you?

Well, a little bit. Look, Mrs. Hawthorne
is on the board of directors.

She orchestrated this entire thing.
Christina will never know.

Are we talking about the same Christina?

Mrs. Hawthorne. Hi. How are you?

I'm Ray Stein, and I will be...
I know who you are

Oh, good.

Wanna be doctor, gagged on your mcats twice.

Do you really think I'd let you near me
without a thorough background check?

Oh. That makes sense.

Shall we, uh, get you into your hospital gown?
No.

But we can get me into my Dior nightie.

Mrs. Hawthorne, you are having surgery.

So you have to wear a hospital issue.

Actually, I don't have to do
anything I don't want to do.

True.

Yeah. It's just, um,

have you seen these, Mrs. Hawthorne?

They're... they're really quite fashionable.

I mean, they, uh, they...

they... they tie at the neck and at the
waist, and they have a lot of flair.

And the best part? They open in the back for easy access.

Well...

when you put it that way...

writing your memoirs?

Christina asked us to be as detailed as possible.

Mm, right. And that level of detail just isn't
possible when you have a patient waiting.

Well, I'm almost done.
You are done.

Hi again!

I finished the medical history.

Great. Um, we will check that in a sec.

Let me first see this in grown toenail.

How long has it been swollen, Mr. Tanaka?

Three whole days. The infection might be
in his bloodstream by now.

Okay, it's important that he
answers the question himself.

He knows best what's happening
in his own body.

Do you think it might be staph? Because
peopledie from staph infections,

especially in hospitals.

Try to stay positive.

Death by toenail isn't very common.

This is me and Jack at Buckroe Beach.

Now, I know your parents
didn't let you drive out there

with that boyfriend of yours by yourself.

No, no, they drove.
Okay.

And then they tortured us the whole way there
and then wouldn't leave us alone for one second.

You know, he... he's probably going
to dump me because of them.

Well, you know, your parents
have always been overprotective,

for good reason.

But if you want to change that habit,

you got to tell them.
Stand up for yourself!

Amy!

Amy!

What? What's going on?

She's having a seizure. Somebody
get some ativan in here!

I'll get it!

Amy. Can you hear me?

Hold on, Amy. I got you, okay?

Hold on. Hold on.

Well, at this point, the entire
hospital's in love with her.

Hey.

The neurosurgeon is across the hall.

He's ready to go over Amy's brain scan.

I wish we were.

Do you mind if I stay with
her until my break is over?

We would love that. Thank you.

Do you know Dr. Phillips? Is he good?

I just met him,

and, um, he's got a great reputation.

The hospital worked really hard to land him.

And now you'll get a chance to meet him.

Come on.
Okay.

Is that the antibiotic?

Uh, yes, it is. Cefazolin.

Double-check the dosage. Is it
exactly what the doctor said?

Okay, triple-checking...

Yes, it's correct.

Okay, then. I will be back in a few
to check on you, all right?

It's called arteriovenous malformation.

It's a very rare brain disorder.

You see, it's a lesion of the
cerebral vasculature.

Amy needs corrective surgery
as soon as possible.

Dr. Phillips, is it possible that you might be able to explain avm

in Layman's terms, just so that Beth and Dan
understand exactly what they're dealing with?

Well, it's difficult to grasp.

Mind if I try?

Uh, basically, Amy's arteries
and veins should be separate,

like my fingers. Instead,
they are tangled in a clump.

So now oxygen can't get to her brain.

Is this because of her heart condition?
No.

It's another congenital defect
completely unrelated.

If we're gonna do this today, I need
to get things in motion. All right?

Wait a minute. Dr. Phillips, hold it.

Surgery is a big deal. I mean, I would think
that the family would need a minute

to make a decision.
We don't have a minute, and you know this.

Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, I need to remove the malformation

before any of the blood vessels
go into active bleed.

Now, shall we proceed?

Yes. Thank you, doctor.
Thank you.

What do we tell Amy? You've spent your whole life

fighting heart disease, and now your
brain's trying to kill you, too?

We don't know anything about brain surgery.

We don't know that surgeon. How do we
let him operate on our little girl?

You're right.

Let me do some research,

get you guys up to speed on this.

Let me talk to our chief of surgery,

see how he feels about Dr. Phillips, okay?

You do anything you have to do.

Well, you're good. I hardly felt it going in.

That's what she said last night.

Uh, they're gonna want
a urine sample, as well.

Can I help you to the bathroom?

Oh, sure. What the hell? Help the
dying lady off her ass.

Oh, please. A biopsy is not a death sentence.

Come on.

It was for my son.

Can I ask you, um...

Why do you want to go through this on your own?
I...

I'm not on my you know. I have you.
You do.

But I'm... but I'm not family.

Exactly.

All right, I get it.

Trust me. I get it. It's just...

Your daughter-in-law is really good
at this whole caring-for-the-sick thing.

Christina put in two grueling years with my boy.

That's enough.
And shouldn't she be the one to make that call?

Give me the pee cup, would you? Please.

Come on.

I like you, Stein.

I like you, too, Mrs. Hawthorne.

I already saw it.
I'm so sorry. I can't help myself!

Kelly, you don't need to apologize.
It's not your fault administration has no...

Nurse!

Where were you?!

You're having an allergic reaction, Mr.
Tanaka. Try to stay calm.

I'll get the epi.

It's okay. It's gonna be okay, okay?

Okay, breathe deeply.

Oh, my God.
Okay.

Oh!
He'll need solu-medrol and respiratory.

Get Dr. Cadbury.
Okay.

What happened?!
Why wasn't she in here?!

See, this can't possibly be correct.

Right?

Larry?

We already deducted the taxes...

You know, your... your fica,

your pension contribution. You'd have to do a mountain

of paperwork to cancel
and reissue this.

It's just best to let it go.
Oh, until next pay period?

I know how hard you nurses work...

Always putting in extra time here and there.

You know, work late, you're not
charging overtime. It all evens out.

Oh, I don't want to get you in trouble.

If it'll make you feel better, you can
use the extra cash to buy me a beer.

A... a bunch of us can go out.

That'd be really fun. Sure.

I'm not good with crowds,

you know, ever since my wife...

You know.

Tell you what...

You come by second floor west, 7:30.

Beers are on me.

I don't want to be a bother.
No, come on!

You're not a bother, silly.

You said 7:30?

Why not?
Yeah.

Why not?
See you then.

Hey.

You want to step in and give Moses his bottle?

I won't tell.
No, no way, Marian.

I... I'm a working mom now. I got
to set a good example for Moses.

Don't you be tempting me.
All right.

So, because of her age and her levels
right now, this is our best option.

Oh, come in.

We're still looking to bump someone from
the OR to make a slot for Amy Johnson.

Right. I was thinking maybe tomorrow.

You know, it would give the family some
time to evaluate this AVM diagnosis.

Okay, it's got to be today.
I'm in New York tomorrow.

Conference?
No, I'm doing another spot on the Today Show.

I'm doing a piece on tethered spinal cords.

Please tell me that we are no trushing Amy's surgery

to accommodate your P.R. schedule.

Amy could have another seizure
and bleed out at any time.

So the sooner the better for her, too.

You know, I'm thinking that we
should document the surgery on video

and use it as a hospital promo. Huh?

Okay. 'Cause I was thinking that
we could focus

on Amy Johnson instead of your tv career.

Christina.

You know, you don't know me,

but, uh, I can do both.
Prove it.

Give me something I can take back to this family

so that they can be reassured...

...that their baby girl's gonna be okay.

Tell them whatever you want.

I'll give you the heads-up
when I have the OR slot.

Thanks, Tom.

Nurse.

You know, he's a top gun in the O.R.

What he does outside of that
room is none of your business.

Tom,

are you serious? This is about
a little girl's life, all right?

Not some prime-time special.
I've seen him in action. You haven't. Trust me.

Amy is getting the best
Richmond Trinity has to offer.

With everything that she's been through
don't you think she deserves the very best?

What?

What's that look?

Richmond Trinity can't give
her the very best.

Can we?

Look, I believe in alan's skills

100%.

How many of these procedures has he done?

Christina, AVM is very rare, okay?

Tom... How many?

Five?

Two?

This'll be his first.

No more than four hours, Jake.

I don't want Amy under too much stress, okay?

All right, thanks, everybody.

Hello.
Hey.

How sweet.

You googled AVM.

Any,

uh, any surgical tips for me from...

Web md?

Just one.

Andrew Ryan at Johns Hopkins.

It seems as if he's performed more successful AVM surgeries

than anyone in the U.S.

He's nearly 70 years old.

Whether or not he can still use a scalpel

is something I'm not familiar with.

Well, performing an AVM surgery

is something you're not familiar
with, either. Am I correct?

I'm a board-certified neurosurgeon
with a superior record.

This hospital courted me for a year and a half.

And so did Johns Hopkins.

I wasn't gonna play second fiddle to Ryan.

I get it.

So, came here to be top dog

so nobody would question your authority.

You didn't get the memo?

Refer Amy to Dr. Ryan...

Please.

At least let the family know that he exists

so they have the option of
choosing between the two of you.

You mean you haven't told them already?
Well, of course, you know

that's against policy.

Don't pretend like you don't know how
medicine is practiced in this country.

You need surgery immediately,
you get the surgeon on call.

Amy Johnson hit the luck of the draw.

If she came yesterday, she
would've had Bill the butcher.

Amy Johnson's not your lab rat.

And you're not my boss.

Should we make it a big thing,
get a bun of people to go?

Oh, I'd love to, but Larry said
he's not good with crowds.

Is that what he said?

Well, you know, I could take him
out for drinks instead of you.

He's not gonna be vulnerable with another man!

Men don't understand. You need a woman's touch.

You with the touching?

Stop it.

What?
You're being played.

Larry is the most under handed,
manipulative sleazeball in this hospital,

and you're not taking him out for a beer.

I don't think we're talking
about the same Larry.

No?

Well, I'll go check it out, then.
'Cause I'd love to meet this other guy.

What?

This paperwork is totally ludicrous.
It's killing us in the E.R.

Please, Bobbie, not now, okay?

Uh, yes. Hi, it's Christina Hawthorne

calling back for Dr. Ryan's office.

Waiting times have increased, TPPs are down
to 12 minutes, and all because of this?

No, I'm just confirming that Dr. Ryan got the films.

Yes. And that he will be able to see the...

Patient we talked about.

Are you sending patient records to an outside doctor?

The less you know, the better. Okay? So get out of here.

9:00 a.m.?

Fantastic!

Thank you so much.

Yep.

Christina, that's crazy. You can't do that.

Oh. I can and I just did.
All right? To help a patient.

Okay, let me get this straight.

You can do whatever you
want to help a patient,

but the rest of us should just
do whatever we're told to do?

Bobbie?

Didn't I just say I can't
deal with this right now?

I see it's "do as I say, not as I do."

Well, you know what? Administration can kiss my ass.

Messenger on the floor!

Anybody got labs?!

Oh, uh, I do. Uh, wait a minute.

Oh, no, I can't wait. I gotta stay on schedule.

Excuse me?

It's 10 minutes to the hour.

If I don't get to the east wing in the
next 10 minutes, I'm gonna get in trouble.

No. You will wait.

I'm a nurse with samples for
the lab. You're a messenger.

You will wait for my samples.

Now stop!

And wait.

You'll be fine.

I don't know anybody at Johns Hopkins.

Oh, it doesn't matter. They're gonna fall in
love with you as soon as you walk in the door.

Hawthorne.

Uh, just give me one second. I'll be right back.

What the hell are you doing?

They made a different choice.

Based on what? Just... just out of the blue?
Yeah.

Just so you know, I never said
anything against you, okay?

Unbelievable. Do you know that?

They're packing their bags!
And they have that right!

Dr. Phillips? Please. Come in?

Beth and I...

Beth and I just want to apologize.
I just want to let you know I think it's a mistake.

I think you should reconsider.

Wait.

You didn't know?

You said he referred me to Dr. Ryan.

Well, we didn't want you
to have any doubts.

You mean you were lying to me?

Well, Amy, when I referred
your parents to Dr. Ryan...

So, this is your fault?

This is when I need you the most,
and you're making me go away?

Amy, that's not it at all.

Okay, I want you to have the best.
Look at me.

I'm a mess.

Do you really think that one surgeon
can improve the quality of my life?

It is possible...

Considering you'd be my first case.

I don't care.

I should go first.

I'm not a baby,

and I want the surgery now, here.

Maybe I can help you learn something.

Then the next kid who comes along

won't have to watch their parents torture

themselves over whether or not
you know what you're doing.

If that's what you want.

It is.

All right.

Stay away from Candy.

I'd be happy to...

for a price.

Say...

100 bucks?

Oh, Larry. You know, I got friends in high places...

Well, actually, one friend in particular

on the board of this hospital.
Amanda Hawthorne...

I'm actually her nurse today.

Amanda Hawthorne isn't a patient here today.

Liar.

That's her in 334.

See?

Jane Doe. Surgical biopsy.

It's top secret.

You're bluffing.
Am I?

Oh, suit yourself, Larry.

But my friend Amanda will be
pretty pissed when she finds out

that a hospital accountant has been
overpaying nurses in exchange for dates.

You know what I'm saying?

Fine!

No beer with Candy.

But you say nothing to no one.

Your secret's safe with me.

Hey, you're back.

So, did you get everything? All right.

Let's see what we got here.

Okay, CBC, CBC...

CBC...

What's this?

It's not so nice, Isabel.
Oh, no.

It's ruined. I'm sorry, you're gonna have to
go back upstairs and get me another sample.

I...I can't go back.

You don't have a choice, Isabel.

You go back and get me that
sample, or you're out of a job.

I'm sorry about your husband.
But he's doing just fine now.

You're sorry? For what?

Did you make a mistake?

No. I... I didn't mean it like that.
What did I tell you, Arthur?

These people almost killed you!

I'm calling our lawyer.

Mrs. Tanaka...

Your husband had an allergic reaction to
an antibiotic. No one is at fault.

That nurse should've stayed by his
side after she gave the medicine.

She was probably on a coffee break

or having sex in the closet like you people do!

She was negligent!

Um, actually,

I... I wasn't,

and I can prove it.

This is a detailed log of my activities today.

See? No coffee breaks, no sex closet.

Just all nursing, all the time.

Right there in black and white...

Yellow.

And here's the medical history you filled out,

indicating no known allergies. Is...

is that correct, or did you make a mistake?

It's okay.

Mistakes happen, especially when you're scared.

Um, I need another ABG specimen for this patient.

What happened to the first one?

I didn't put it on ice.

You mean you ruined it.

You gonna give it to me or not?

It never ceases to amaze me the caliber of people

who actually get hired to work in this place!

You know what?

Two months ago, I was pregnant and
living outside of a shopping cart.

But now I'm working...

With my colleagues.

So if you need to kick m in the teeth so you
can feel good about yourself, be my guest.

But your patient needs

an arterial blood gas test, and
I'm not the one holding up the show.

Show some more hustle this time.

Thanks, doctor.

Tom.
Amanda?

Show me your hands.

Steady enough for you?

No, your pinky looks a little twitchy.

Well, you know, I've got a few minutes. I
can go practice on a tomato or something.

You'll do fine, Amanda.

As if I have any control
whatsoever over this matter.

Well, that's not true. We're partners.

You... you think positive, healing thoughts,
and I'll try not to drop the scalpel.

Oh, what's this?

"Amanda, good luck with the surgery! Christina."

Which one of you squealed?

How does Christina do that?

I'll see you in there, Amanda.

See you afterwards, okay?

Okay.
All right.

Dr. Ryan agrees.

A craniotomy with vascular clipping
is the treatment of choice.

Hey.

Take care of my girl for me.

You're a patient in my hospital, and
you think I'm not gonna find out?

Explain something to me.

Are we family or not?

You were married to my son, and he's gone.
You don't have to pretend to care for me.

Okay,

for the record, despite everything
that's happened between us...

... I do care.

Tom.

Amanda.

I've got your pathology report.

All right, well, I'll let you have
some privacy with your doctor.

Wait.

Please stay.

All right, Tom.

It's negative. No cancer.

But your blood results aren't exactly
where I'd like them to be,

so I ordered a full work-up.

Can we get that going?
Right away, doctor.

Thank you,Tom, for everything.

You're very welcome.

I'll check on you in the morning.

Have a good night.

Thank you.

Would you like me to get Camille on the
phone for you so you can tell her the good news?

No.

My nurse can do that.

I think you should go back to work. I can't have

you neglecting your duties on my behalf.

I'd never hear the end of it from the board,

and they complain about you enough as it is.

Okay.

You're not gonna, uh,

beat me up over this whole secret thing, are you?
Oh, no, not this time.

You know, considering that you've probably been beat up enough

waiting on my mother-in-law all day.

Are you kidding? Amanda's awesome.

Really? Hmm.
Yeah.

Honestly, this the best day I've
ever had at this hospital.

Follow my finger, please?

Why?
I'm checking for Stockholm syndrome.

I was thinking, to celebrate the good news,

I would dash out after my shift and
grab us a bottle of champagne.

Would you like that, Amanda?

That's "Mrs. Hawthorne" to you.

Now, get out. My night nurse can do this.

And don't let the door hit you
in the ass on the way out.

Oh, hey! Hey!

Yeah, I honestly... I don't know
what happened with Amanda.

It was like a sniper attack. Or just like a drive-by.

You know what? I really,

really want to hear about it, but
I'm on employee-fellowship duty.

Hi, Larry!

Ready for that beer?

You betcha.

I just have to go clock out. Okay?

I thought we had a deal.
Yeah, we did.

But then I realized... Amanda
Hawthorne had surgery today.

And how do I know that?

Oh, right, you told me.

Violating patient confidentiality.

Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me.

For a price.

Ready to rock 'n' roll?

Anywhere you want to go, Candy.
I've got plenty of cash.

No, no, no.

Your money is no good here. I'm treating.

If you insist.

Okay, so I was thinking... margaritas.

'Cause I like margaritas. But only if you want...

You're gonna be fine, okay?

Don't forget, you watch me on the "Today Show."

Hey.
Thank you.

Well...

Looks like you're as...
good as you think you are.

I knew you'd come around.

I wouldn't take it that far.

Well, that doesn't sound like much of an apology.

It's not.

Matter of fact, if I had to
do it all over again,

I wouldn't change a thing.

How's my favorite patient?

I'm very sleepy.

Dr. Phillips said that
everything went great.

He expects a full recovery.

Oh, we can say amen for that.

Listen, if there's anything that I did

that made this harder
for you, I'm sorry.

If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have
been able to stick up for myself.

What's this I hear about a flap
between Phillips and Hawthorne?

No big deal. The patient stayed at
Trinity. The surgery was a success.

No harm, no foul.

Hey, you... hey.

You page me?

No.
Come on in.

We're talking about...
the Phillips situation.

But I'm glad you're here.

Phillips give you a hard time today?

Uh, we had a bit of a disagreement,
but in the end it all worked out.

I'm happy to hear that.

Because if it hadn't, uh, worked
out, it'd be a real problem.

So, uh,

you talked to another surgeon at Johns
Hopkins. Is that what set him off?

The family needed a second opinion.

Isn't that your area?

Uh, I met with the family and
advised them that Dr. Phillips

was the man for the job.

Help me understand this.

Despite advice from our two top surgeons,

you sent medical records to a
doctor in a different hospital?

A world-renowned expert in AVM.

Did the parents request this?
They gave their consent.

Written consent?

They told me to do
what I needed to do.

What does that mean?

Did you have explicit consent
to send the records or not?

I had a moral obligation...
To commit a federal crime.

You violated hospital protocol,

you offended our rock-star surgeon,
and you deliberately broke the law,

then said you'd do it
all again tomorrow.

If I report this, which I'm obligated to do,

we open up this hospital
to a huge liability.

Should I report you to the authorities?

I think you should do
what you feel is best.

How about you?

You think I ought to turn her in?

No.

So then I become the bad guy, and
I have to sweep it under the rug.

And the three of us here makes it a
conspiracy, which makes me feel dirty.

Well, I wouldn't want that, so, if you
want me to turn in my resignation...

I considered it.

But, unlike you,

I don't make decisions while I'm hot.

Do me a favor...

Stay home tomorrow.

Think about what you did.

And I'll consider my moral
obligation to this hospital.

Have a good night.

All right, did you clean the kitchen?

Camille, just do it. All right?

Thank you. Bye.

"8:35, Bobbie apologizes to Christina

for being a melodramatic a-hole."

"At 8:36,

Christina apologizes to Bobbie

for being a freaking hypocrite."

How bad was it with Morrissey?
I'll live.

What the hell is that?
Root beer.

Ah. Need something way
stronger than that tonight.

So it was bad.

I'll tell you all about it
if you buy me a real drink.

Sounds serious.

Well, on the bright side,

I don't have to get up early tomorrow
morning. I get to sleep in.

You don't know how to sleep in.
That's true.

I'm damn sure gonna try.

All right.

"9:06, cranberry and vodka."

"9:18, lose the cranberry."