Saving Hope (2012–…): Season 2, Episode 5 - The Face of the Giant Panda - full transcript

Dr. Reid.

The Dr. Reid?

The pretty one,

prone to perfection
and deep insecurities?

No, this is the one who told you
not to call me when I'm working.

Listen, girlie,
I needs my licorice, okay?

It's been too long.

So just bring me... two packs
should fill the void, all right?

Just bring it along with you.

Nothing is gonna fill
your void.

- Now some people have to work. Bye.
- Don't hang up! Don't hang up! I need you!



Suspected pulmonary embolism.

A young woman was taken
from a plane by island airport.

Emergency landing. EMTs got
there, stabilized her,

and then they radioed ahead,

- suggesting that we segregate her
in an ER room. - Mm.

Is she contagious or something?

Female, age 21, AB-negative.
That's all we got.

Okay.

- Mm! - She didn't get transferred
to five prisons in nine months

'cause she's Miss Congeniality.

How long was the flight?

Three hours from Edmonton.

Was she wearing handcuffs
the whole time?

Why's that matter?



Restraints make DVT
a greater risk,

and then it's boom--
straight to the lungs.

She was cuffed for
two hours before the flight...

- Let me go!
- ...and then on the plane, we, uh...

- Uhh!
- ...taped her to her seat.

With duct tape?

It's got a million uses.

- Better that than she start bleeding...
- No one touch me!

...from trying to wriggle out
of her cuffs, right?

Yeah, well,
we'll take over from here.

One, two, three.

Get her sedated before trying to
to do any kind of examination.

- She's no use to me when she's sedated.
- Get away from me!

I need her answering me
while I'm examining her.

Give her the once-over
and let's get her mellow.

I don't want you risking
your life here.

- I need these cuffs off.
- It's not a good idea.

She may be your prisoner,

but right now, she's my
patient,

- and I can't examine her in restraints.
- Let me out!

- Hey, Lilly. Lilly.
- Mm.

How'd you break your ankle?

- Mm.
- Like I said,

she's violent
and out-of-control.

You know what?

We're gonna have to ask you
to step outside, please.

Step back to the waiting room!
Thank you!

- Zach?
- What?

Me, too?

I just think she would be more
comfortable if it was just me.

Right. Well, just, you know,
remember what happened

to Galton at the General?
Prisoner beat him with a bedpan.

Zach, I can handle this.

Just, you know, guy's still
eatin' through a straw.

Okay, Lilly,
it's just you and me, okay?

Try to relax.

What did they inject me with?

Why does it hurt so much?

- That's what I'm trying
to figure out. - Mm!

Uhh! Is my cast making it worse?
'Cause my leg is killing me.

Just gonna have a look, okay?

Is this tender?

Uhh!

Okay. Okay.

I look over, and Pretty Boy here
is bawling his eyes out.

It was a 4-hanky film.

He had to borrow tissues
from the old lady next to us.

I'm not afraid to show emotions,
so I cried.

I think it's kind of sweet.

Besides, tears are cathartic.
They are a purgative.

They allow you to drain off
excess emotion.

Actually, that's wrong.

Yeah, Cornelius' work proved

that tears serve
a psychological function

and act as a primal method
of communicating.

- Like a child crying for its mother?
- Exactly.

Well, the only person
who had a dry eye in that house

was Maggie.

You know what?
Come to think of it,

I don't think I've ever
seen you cry.

I...

Hey, Charlie.

- Hey.
- Where's the game?

Morgue.

- Can I play?
- Yep.

Thanks to this generous donor,

we've got first dibs
on two prime femurs,

two sweet tibias,

and enough cartilage
for a dozen transplants.

So we harvest the bones

and replace them
with hockey sticks?

Yes.

Because of him,
a boy will play football,

a dancer will pirouette,

and a lover will
go down on bended knee.

Hmm. You've thought this
through.

Yeah, well, I'm usually alone
in the morgue

when I'm doing retrieval,
so it helps to see the upside.

Of all the morgues in all
the hospitals in the world,

I had to end up here.

Excuse me?

I didn't say anything.

Get her out of here.

I can't let her see me
like this.

She's my daughter.

Uh...

whoa. Dr. Lin?

- Yes?
- Yes.

Oh. Ho ho!
Oh, ho ho. Oh, ho ho.

Uh...

I-I just remembered.

Uh, I've got a consult

five minutes ago.

Um... rain check this.

If it's just a matter
of harvesting,

I'm sure I could manage.

Oh, no. No.
No, no, no, no, no, no.

Uh, it's-- it's--
it's, like, um...

it's like cutting down
a Christmas tree.

It has much more value
if I do this myself.

But, um...

why don't you come with me?

We'll, um, we'll do the--
the consult, uh, together.

You can help me consult in...

So far, I don't see any evidence
of a blockage.

Uhh!

Wait.

- What?
- An occlusive thrombus,

which means
your vein is clogged up.

Uhh!

Uhh! Ow!

Ow! Ow!

Code White, emergency.

You're welcome.

- Holy hell.
- Dr. Reid, are you okay?

All right, I'm gonna see her
in two weeks.

- Okay.
- Let me take a look.

Oh! You look beautiful.

All right, we'll see you.

- See you later.
- Dana.

How are ya?

- Joel.
- It's so nice.

- Nice?
- Mm-hmm.

Really?
That's your best line?

Well...

Mm, you are never gonna make it
in the private sector.

I mean, look around.

We built this place
on Botox, silicone,

and fawning compliments.

Come here.

Do I sense a little regret?

Regret? Not a bit.

- Yeah?
- Take a look.

So can I get you something?

Water? Espresso? Champagne?

Come on, Dana.
What are you doing here?

- What?
- What are you doing here?

You're not cut out for
this high priced nonsense.

Look, don't tell me
you don't miss Hope Zion.

What, miss that old boy's club

where I was passed over
as chief of surgery?

No, I don't miss it a bit.

And I'm not going back
if that's what you're asking.

One surgery.

Something only you could do.

And look, I know you're busy.
I don't like to ask--

Then don't, because I'm booked
into the next millennium.

Okay. Okay.

All right.

So we better get going
if we're gonna have lunch.

I'm meeting my architect
at 2:00.

Okay.

Thank you.

If this is an accurate account
of events,

you can just sign right there.

What is it?

It's an incident report.

It's required when there's been
an incident.

Yeah, the hospital
has me do one, too.

Yeah, the taser delivers
50,000 volts,

but the paperwork's worse.

Thank you.

Welcome.

As requested.

From my experience, most of
these criminals are malingerers.

Hospital is just a vacation
to them.

She's hardly faking it.

Granted, her D-dimer's high,

but we always get
crazy fibrin levels

if there's broken bones.

Her Wells score is a 7.

Look, Joel's on a warpath
about unnecessary testing.

It's a 7.
We don't have a choice.

Okay.

I'll run her up to
CT angio for you.

Thank you.

Don't they restrict
your phone use?

You do understand
I'm a very charming fellow,

because others do.

They hear my story.
They long to help.

Don't call me
during working hours.

Don't bark at me. I'm sensitive.

Now are you gonna pick me up
from this hell or send a limo?

What part of "no"
didn't you understand?

Problem?

I can handle it.

I mean, aside from being bitten
by a prisoner.

It was no biggie.

No, come here.

Coat off, please.

- Charlie...
- Alex.

- I'm okay.
- Mm.

Look. The bite hardly pierced
the skin.

You were bitten by an inmate
from a prison awash in hep-C.

If her blood panel
comes back positive,

you're gonna be on Interferon
for a year.

Now...

deep breath.

Okay.

You're not getting sick
on my watch.

Thank you, Doctor.

Zach.

That, uh, that bone donor
down in the morgue--

what can you tell me about him?

Uh, massive heart attack.

Guy was dead when
the paramedics brought him in.

You know how those guys hate
to pronounce.

So you signed
the death certificate?

Uh, well, yeah, I gave him
a full resus,

and he was warm and dead
when I finally declared.

Gave him a celestial release.

Did the paramedics happen
to mention

where they picked him up?

Is this really necessary?

He was at a rub and tug

when the cruel hand of fate
yanked his chain.

Happy now?

He died at a massage parlor?

Which I imagine has gotta be
like dying all alone, you know?

It certainly lacks poetry,
yeah.

Mind you...

I've seen worse.

You never twigged that it was
Maggie's dad?

- He's that...
- Yep.

World-famous Dr. Lin? No.

- Yep.
- Really?

- Yep.
- Does she know?

No.

Mnh.

Look, I, uh,
I hope you don't mind.

I took the liberty of
ordering ahead. Thank you.

Oh. Oh!

Um, I wasn't sure
on whether or not you preferred

- spicy or mild, so I got both.
- Mmm.

Um, this is Alicha Wat.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, this is mild.

After all we've been through,
that's how you see me?

No. I know you only pretend
to be conventional.

So let's, uh, try this one.

This is, uh, Key Wat.

It's got a little bit
more kick to it.

Here..

- Joel?
- What?

You don't have to feed me.

No. This is the custom.
This is called, uh, gursha.

It's like,
the bigger the gursha,

the bigger the-- the bond
between us.

Oh, that's right. You were
in Ethiopia, weren't you?

Weren't you at one
of the refugee camps?

Yeah, in Sherkole
and Bambassi, actually.

- But try it.
- Okay.

That's it. Mm.

Joel.

I just--
I-I think we should

kind of keep our gurshas
to ourselves, if that's okay.

All right.

- Salud.
- Mm-hmm.

Mmm!

Mmm!

Oh!
That's not bad.

What is that spice?

Berbere.

A sort of barbecue rub.

- It's a... oh.
- Hey, man.

Told you she'd come.

So, um, this is Dembele.

Uh, Dana.

Uh, Dembele's actually
a line cook here,

but he prepared
all of this today for us.

Dembele? That's, um,
that's a lovely name.

- And an old one in my country.
- Mm-hmm.

I'm from Mali.

Yeah, but don't let that
fool you.

He's the single greatest
Ethiopian chef in town.

How'd that happen?

I walked to Ethiopia.

- From Mali?
- Yes.

I got very hungry
and I learned to cook.

You...

Well, this is delicious.
Thank you.

Thank you so much, man.

- Joel.
- Yeah?

He has facial paralysis.

Only on one side.

It's not total, okay?

And you brought me here
just to see him.

That's not true.

To enjoy the delicious food
and wonderful company.

This is the guy you wanted me
to operate on, right?

I don't believe this.

- Dana, this is one surgery, all right?
- Oh!

- Oh! - It's a few hours away from
that moneymaking machine

that you call a practice,
and he...

Dana, you can help him.

Joel, I'm sorry,

but I am done
with that hospital.

Talk to me.

Her blood pressure's
dropping through the floor.

She's desatting.

Lilly, I'm just gonna do
a brief examination, okay?

Look at the color of the blood.

Yeah.

And her cervix is patulous.

Call Code Omega.

Hang blood and initiate
massive transfusion protocols.

4 units FFP,
2 milligrams of IV vitamin K,

and then let's run coags,
CBCs, thrombin time,

and check fibrinogen again.

Hey.

Lilly, there is no easy way
to say this.

You're having a miscarriage.

You're in a prison.

You're single, so there are
no conjugal visits.

You gotta help me out here,
Lilly. How did you get pregnant?

He's none of your business.

I'm not asking for a name.

'Cause you won't get one.

The only thing that I have left
is my word,

and I ain't breaking it.

Did you know you were pregnant?

Of course I didn't!

Lilly, I can't help you if
I don't have a full picture.

Help me?
You almost killed me!

I get why you're upset.

I do.

But I am gonna need you to give
me access to your medical files.

So you can help me,
like all the others helped me?

No way.

Whoa, whoa. What-- what--
what is all this?

Her afternoon pills.

That's half the pharmacy.

Lilly...

can you tell me
what these are for?

Did they explain it to you?

Go to hell.

So, uh, you finally retired?

Well, slowed down.

I was gonna take
the McDaniels chair

in Medical Ethics
at the university.

That little massage parlor
incident

might've put a damper
on your moral authority.

Like you never?

No, but I'm not judging.

Yeah, just taking perverse
pleasure in my misfortune.

No.

Oh. That's, um...

That's Maggie's boyfriend.

- Yeah?
- Okay.

- Really?
- Thanks.

He's a good guy.

Yeah, so he's unlike me then.

He's a shrink.

Are you trying to hurt me?

Hey, Gavin.
Uh, you got a sec?

Yeah. What's up?

Uh, this morning, um,
Maggie was helping me do

a-a harvest
on that bone donor.

- You know?
- Yeah. Uh, why?

Did something happen?

What? No, she's fine.

Bit of a worrywart.

Uh, well, it turns out
that the donor

was-- is... is, uh...

Maggie's dad.

Mr. Lin?

Dr. Lin?

Yeah. The point is,
Maggie doesn't actually know.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay.
Yeah, I guess...

if someone's gonna tell her, I
guess it should probably be me.

I was kinda hoping
you'd say that.

All right.

Thank you.

Yeah. Good luck with that.

Well, thanks for not mentioning
the Blue Lagoon.

Oh, no, doc, that secret
dies with you--

you and your masseuse.

I hoped you tipped her well.

Tipped her... uh...

Hey.

Hey.

Is it just me, or is
Charlie Harris getting nuttier?

First he invites me to assist,

and then we get to the morgue

and he blows me off
with some lame excuse.

Um...

Mags, it's about your father.

He didn't call you, did he?

I've never met him.

He keeps texting me
about dinner next week.

I need to get back to him.

Yeah, that's just
the thing. Um...

He died last night.

Was it a heart attack?

Yeah.

He's the body
in the morgue, isn't he?

That's why Charlie wouldn't...

I need to call my mother.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Uh, how was, uh,
breaking bread with Dana?

She turned me down.

Did you try plan "B,"

the introduce-her-
to-the-patient approach?

I did.
She still said no.

Kind of cold.

Yeah, she's changed, man.

No, no, she hasn't changed.

She wants to change,
but she can't.

Do you want a plan "C"?

Sure.

Call her up, and let slip

that you're gonna let Dr. Storms
do the procedure.

Mm, Storms has been suspended.

No, just...
She doesn't know that.

Try it.

Just try it.

'Kay.

One, two, three Benzos.

How much anxiety
could a girl have?

See, these pills are more
to manage her behavior

than to treat any illness.

Right, but the question is,
what's she got?

And without her medical records,
we're in the dark.

Nothing in the DSM
requires all these.

Could the drugs themselves
be making her crazy?

Given to someone who doesn't
need them, yeah. Absolutely.

Okay, well, she's had
10 units of blood

to help deal
with the hemorrhaging.

Most of these drugs should have
washed out of her system.

Most, yeah. But the Pams are
metabolized through fat cells,

so they take
a little longer to clear.

What if you add a lipid drip?

- Uh, that speeds things up.
- Okay.

I want to withhold all drugs,

see if we can get a glimpse
of the real Lilly.

Okay. Except for these ones.
They require a slow taper.

All right. Thank you.

Miss Frank is gonna
call in a month.

Enjoy.

Thank you.

Dembele.

Um...

I understand
that you want to see me,

but I... I'm afraid
I'm very busy.

And so without an appointment,

you're just gonna have to wait.

I've been waiting
11 months and 17 days, Doctor.

I can wait a little longer.

I'm sorry
for what I said to you,

and that I bit you.

I know.

And I'm-- I'm not just saying
that to get out of these.

You need to put me
back on my meds.

I get rages.

This wildness comes over me,
and I do things.

Things you regret?

Not everything.

I don't regret Percy.

He was the only person who ever
had a kind word for me.

We all need that.

When did you meet Percy?

I met him at Milton.
He's a librarian there.

He would save
the women's mags for me

so I could do
the quizzes first.

So is he your boyfriend?

He tried to say no,
but I had my mind set on him.

I am a Leo after all.

It would have been a nice baby.

Smart. You know?

Lilly, I want to help you.

But without your medical files,
my hands are tied.

Okay.

But I'm trusting you.

I know.

Dr. Reid. Good news.

Really?

Thanks to you.

Me?

Corrections is all over
my incident report.

They're filing new charges
against Lilly for the assault.

Wait.

There's no need
to pursue that. I'm fine.

That's not for you or me
to decide.

She's woken the beast now.

- The beast?
- The system.

Instead of another stay
in minimum,

she's going to Millburn.

The SHU--
Special Handling Unit.

Maximum security.

No. You can't do that.

They will just
drug her out again.

I'm trying to detox her
off those drugs

so that we can find out
what's really wrong with her.

There's nothing wrong with her

that maximum security
won't fix.

Box of chocolates.

That's how she gets
into the system.

15 years old,
steals a box of chocolates

to give to her mom
for Valentine's Day.

Is she still in prison?

Well, she got probation
for that and then...

What?

Assaulted her probation officer
with a school lunch box.

Got juvie for that, and then...

yeah, more assaults.
More assaults.

Uh, "Staff were attempting
to stop self-harming behaviors."

Like cutting herself?

Yeah.
Attempts at hanging-- four.

Slashed her wrist twice.
Head banging.

God, she was in restraints

half the time
she's been in custody.

So she tries to kill herself
six times,

and she wasn't sectioned
for mental health? What gives?

You really are
a manipulative prick.

And to what do I owe
the pleasure of this abuse?

Sending Dembele around to
my office when I told you "No."

Well, he was a patient with
a condition that you could fix.

That's all that really matters.

Really, Joel?
Is that true?

Because you seem to be going
to great lengths here,

and I'm not sure why this guy
is so important to you.

Well, maybe because
he was a slave, Dana.

A what?

He was an actual slave
on a cocoa plantation.

I mean, did you ever see
the marks on his wrists?

Those are from shackles.

The scar on his face,

the reason that
his facial nerve was severed,

that was from fighting off
a guard while escaping.

I mean, do you know
what kept this guy going?

What?

Love kept this guy going.

Dembele goes home,
he returns to Mali, all right,

only to find
that the woman, his woman,

has been married off
by her family.

This guy walked across Africa
just to reclaim her.

Hmm.

Well, that's
a very romantic story.

It's an incredibly romantic
story. I mean, the guy's a hero.

He deserves much better.

I know.

He told me the whole thing.

I just wanted to hear you tell
me that story, and it was good.

So do you remember anything from
your fellowship in microsurgery?

Of course I do.

Good, because I worked out
a plan,

and it's gonna require two teams
working simultaneously.

Hate what you've done
with the place, by the way.

Okay.
So from the examination,

it's clear they should be able

to harvest the sural nerve
from his leg.

- Mm-hmm?
- They then coapt it to this buccal branch,

and the proximal end
is then passed

through to
the contralateral lip.

- They should be fine.
- You're saying "They."

By that you mean
you and me, right?

There's a complete
decision tree here.

- I'm sure they're gonna be able
to find it. There's-- - No. No. No.

Dana, there is
no "They" in this.

If you don't do this now,

his facial musculature
will be irreversibly atrophic.

You still have time
to assemble a team. Good luck.

Dana.
It's been almost a year.

What are you talk-- Look,

you wrote a damn paper
on this thing.

Look, if we don't do this,

the muscle dies
and the paralysis is permanent.

- Need to do this now.
- Joel.

I just... I can't
come back here.

- I'm sorry.
- Okay.

It's fine. We'll just let
Dr. Storms take care of it.

Storms?

He seems like
a competent plastics guy.

Are you kidding me?

After all poor Dembele
has been through,

you're gonna let that idiot
Storms ruin the poor man's face?

Well, it's not really
my decision, is it, Dana?

Look at you.

Your color's back.
Vitals are stable.

These are all good signs.

They're taking me to the SHU.

You have to be crazy
to survive in there.

I need those meds. You have to
give those meds back to me.

I need...

Jackson, 2 milligrams
of Lorazepam IV,

- and call Shahir. Okay, can I get
some help here? - Need help in here!

I'm gonna be
turning you over, all right?

Don't try to help me.
Just relax.

And... go.
There we go.

We're here. Everything
is gonna be okay.

We're gonna ride this out
together.

It's gonna be over soon.
Okay?

Breathe in. Breathe out.

And we're here with you.

How long has she been seizing?

Just started.

It's over. It's gonna be okay.

Let's turn her over.

Alex. You see this?

What?

Those rings?

I didn't see those till now.

They're called
Kayser-Fleischer rings.

I think your patient
has Wilson's disease.

So you're telling me
all of her bizarre behaviors

have an organic basis?

If it's Wilson's, yes.

Hey.

My father was
a man on a mission.

Must have been intimidating
living in his shadow.

I would have loved that.

But he was never around.

Right.

World Health Organization's
in Geneva.

Took the job
without even asking mom.

Was that why they divorced?

Abandoned his family
to help other people.

Who does that?

I've only ever seen
the one case of Wilson's,

back when I was doing
my residency in New York.

It's textbook rare, isn't it?

Yeah, this girl was...
What are you, 19?

21.

No, she was much younger.

Usually Kayser-Fleischer rings

don't show up
until the late teens.

- Guys.
- 'Sup?

We'll be right back, okay?

Okay. So what causes them?

Copper deposits.

Right. People with Wilson's
can't process copper.

That's right. It builds up
in the body.

They started as crescents,

and then over time,
they-- they become full circles.

- Look at these symptoms.
- Hmm?

Prone to miscarriages, rages,
sexually aggressive manor.

Mm-hmm. That's the copper.

It acts on the basal ganglia.

And effects decision making,
right?

Yes. Definitely yes.

So if she had been
properly diagnosed

and prescribed
the right medications,

she never would have
gotten into trouble?

Uh, probably not.

It's a progressive disease,
isn't it?

She's only gonna
get worse over time?

All the more reason

that she shouldn't spend
her life behind bars.

Are you certain
that it's Wilson's?

Her symptoms are indicative,
not conclusive.

The best way to find out
is DNA testing.

That'll take weeks.

Well, then a liver biopsy.

Can't risk it.
She's lost too much blood.

Surely there's some way
that's less invasive?

Um... well, there may be
another method.

All right, I'll take
the tumescence now.

15 ccs of epinephrine,

come on down.

Number 15.

I'll take protractors
and my face-lift scissors.

Are you really gonna do it
that way?

Well, it branches less
from bottom to top

than it does
from top to bottom.

Remind me never to take you
to a knife fight.

Nerve stripper.

Looks like I'm gonna need
about 12 centimeters up here.

Forceps and loop.

If I were any further up inside
this guy, he'd be a sock puppet.

All right. Hand me
the nerve-stim.

Here you go.

You might want to
pay attention here,

because if this nerve is dead,

we're gonna have to
close him up and go home.

Ready?

Mm-hmm.

Don't worry about it.
I think third time's the charm.

- I knew it.
- What?

Underneath that cynical veneer,
you're a romantic.

Okay. Last chance.
Here we go.

- Oh! Amazing.
- Yeah!

Man, that's what
I wanted to see. Okay.

That one has pure function.

Looks like we're
in business here.

This might actually work.

How you doing down there?

Severing the nerve right now.

I'm gonna prep the other side.

And behold.

- The white worm.
- Very nice.

4.0 to close, please.

- Charlie.
- Oh.

I want to help.

That's not gonna happen,
Maggie.

My father was a doctor.
I'm a doctor.

We're trained to be
dispassionate, objective.

Uh, not when it comes
to family.

That's why we don't treat 'em,
prescribe to 'em,

or operate on 'em.

I get that.
But... this is different.

This is one thing
that I could do for him

that would really
mean something.

I'm not comfortable
with this Maggie. I'm sorry.

I can't cry for him.

He's why I became a doctor.

He'd want me to do this
for him.

I don't know.

Come on, Charlie.

He could've died in a dozen
hospitals in this town,

but he didn't.
That has to mean something.

Let me do this.

That's my girl.

You okay?

Yeah.

I'm my father's daughter.

You wanna use the 8-0.

Yes, ma'am.

And don't be a guy, all right?
More is not better.

Two stitches is all I want.

Just tack it together.

That is all you are gonna get.

'Cause it's kind of like
gardening, right?

You wanna keep it
nice and loose and casual,

and then the nerves sprout
all sorts of pretty axons.

God, I love it when
you talk dirty to me.

Steady.

This is an MRI
of a brain with Wilson's,

and here...

is the image I just took
of Lilly's brain.

It's the same.

- Mm-hmm.
- What's that structure there?

Hmm.

You'll note
the symmetric bilateral areas

of T2 hyperintensity involving
subcortical white matter,

basal ganglia,
external capsules,

thalami, midbrain, and pons.

Note it, yes.
Understand it? Not so much.

Well, the disease progressively
involves more and more

of the midbrain.

So this happens
over many years?

Yes.

And these are
the copper deposits right there?

Definitely. You know, it took me
a while to recall the paper

that imaged a distinctive
feature of Wilson's.

They call it
the Face of the Giant Panda.

See the eyes?

Eyes, and...

maybe a snout.

These dots. Mm-hmm.

They're formed in
the central tagmental tract.

Okay.

So... Lilly has
Wilson's, then?

Mm-hmm.

So you do know there was
never any chance

of Storms operating on that
surgery today, don't you?

No, I didn't, but I just heard

he'd been suspended
by the board.

- That was low.
- You impressed?

It's something Charlie Harris
would pull, so yes.

We were good in there today,
Dana.

- A good team.
- Mm-hmm.

So, you know, with Storms gone,

your old job's open again.

It's yours if you want it,
and I know you want it.

- Oh, do you?
- Mm-hmm.

What I saw you do today
with Dembele,

I mean, that was...

You changed a man's life.

I mean, it's gotta be
a little bit more gratifying

than vacuuming fat
out of an ass, right?

I don't-- You know the thing
about my old job here?

I've done it.

I've moved on.

Okay.

What if you could do

the kind of meaningful surgery
that we did today, every day?

Think about that.

Okay.

You know, when you called me
the other day for lunch,

I thought...

You thought what?

Nothing.

So I'll start you on a drug
called tetrathiomolybdate.

It'll stop your body
from absorbing any more copper.

And then we'll work on a diet
program from here on out.

Officer Hazard.

I was just going over
Lilly's treatment.

Her "treatment" is prison.

Now that we know what
she's suffering from,

her condition can be managed.

You're not gonna see
the same behavioral problems

- because we're gonna--
- Because she'll be locked in a box.

That is not fair.

You can't go ahead
with this transfer.

Is she stable enough to travel?

Yes.

- But I don't think that it--
- Get her ready.

I'm ordering an ambulance. We'll
leave as soon as it gets here.

You say that prison isn't
the place for me,

that I'm sick.

But I still have to go?
How is that right?

Lilly, I am not gonna let that
happen to you.

Please, don't get my hopes up.
You can't win with these people.

You just had to keep picking
at me like some scab,

like some mystery to be solved.

That's what we do here.
We find out what's wrong.

But what's the point
if you can't fix it?

We can treat it
and we can manage it,

but none of that is gonna happen
if you go to prison tonight.

Hey! What the hell
is going on here?!

We're transferring her
to the psych ward.

You're not taking her anywhere.
She's my prisoner.

I'm afraid not.

I've invoked my authority
as her primary caregiver

to section her under Form One
of the Mental Health Act.

This is BS.
You can't do that.

Yeah, actually, she can.

Lilly's gonna be held
for assessment

on our closed psych ward
for 72 hours.

Longer if necessary.

Why the hell
are you doing this?

She is a crazed felon.
She belongs in prison.

Are you kidding me.

Prison made her crazy.

So if you'll just sign
this transfer of custody...

This isn't over.

You wanna hang around?
Book a hotel room.

I have called a lawyer I know,

and he's gonna come in tomorrow,
consult with you.

He thinks that he can get
the authorities to back down

and let you serve out
the rest of your sentence

in minimum security.

Why are you doing all this?

First rule of medicine--
"Do no harm."

And...

I brought you this.

Apparently, there's
a really good quiz in the back.

You wanna hear your horoscope?

Okay.

♪ When I'm asleep ♪

Okay.

♪ I guess that it's true ♪

♪ the heart beats then, too ♪

♪ much more brightly there ♪

♪ because it lights in my room ♪

♪ and keeps me from sleeping ♪

♪ the whole night through ♪

♪ I can't ♪

♪ get it ♪

♪ out of my head ♪

♪ I can't ♪

♪ get it ♪

♪ out of my head ♪

♪ When I held ♪

♪ How the hell am I ♪

♪ ever going to get ♪

♪ over this? ♪

So now I hear you're advocating
for this girl who bit you.

I-I guess I'm just trying
to make up

for everyone
who let her down, that's all.

Mm-hmm. Do you want
the good news or the bad news?

I could use some good.

Okay.
Well, the good news is, um,

your prisoner patient has
neither hep-C not HIV.

That's good. And the bad?

Uh, the bad news is she could
still be a teenage werewolf.

It's quite popular these days.

And a tad overdone,
do you think?

So is the vampire thing.
I'm sick of that.

Yeah. Uh, Charlie...

There's this thing
I gotta go do.

Hmm. Something to do with
that phone call you got?

You don't miss much,
do you, Doctor?

Not much. Just you.

Come home soon.

I will.

- This is the last time.
- Ohh.

I like your positivity.

This is not funny, Luke.

I was starting to think you were
gonna bail on me, girlie.

Hey, you know what? I haven't
been "girlie" since dad died.

Okay.

Hey, look at this thing.
Can I drive?

Are you kidding me?

After what you did to the front
window of that pie shop?

I don't think so.

Come on.

- Licorice.
- Hey!

Don't you even wanna know
what happened?

- I'm sure it wasn't your fault.
- It wasn't.

Yeah, of course,
because it's never your fault.

You're perfect.
It's everybody else's fault.

Okay, we're doing that.

Why don't you just drop me off
at the bus station?

I think I'll go home for a bit.

- What home?
- The wonderful St. Catherine's.

I'll stay with mom a while.

Unh-unh. Here.

Dig around for my wallet.

You can take it.
There's about 100 bucks.

- It's all yours.
- Alex, I can't.

Yeah, you can.

Well, I'd rather you take it
from me than ask mom.

I'm gonna pay you back.

Yeah. Luke, I'd really like
to believe you.

But I'm not gonna hold
my breath.

You're gonna get it back,
with interest.

All right?

You know I'm not talking about
the money, right?

Girlie, I make mistakes.

It's who I am.

Yeah, and you're good at it.

What is that?
What-- you see w--

That's what I'm talking about.

You don't actually think
that I can change.

No. So now this is
my fault?

No, it's not your fault.

But you can cut me some slack.

I'm trying.

Okay.

I'm sure you're hungry.

I could eat.

All right. Well, keep your eyes
peeled. It's on you.

Actually, it's on you.