Saving Hope (2012–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - All Things Must Pass - full transcript
After a young, healthy, and hunky fireman dies suddenly at a Hope Zion Hospital fundraiser, Alex must take the stand at Hope Zion's Morbidity and Mortality (M&M) Rounds to find out what went wrong and who is to blame. Meanwhile, Charlie and Zack deal with a nervous aspiring nun with an ankle fracture that turns serious when they stumble upon a potentially fatal allergy. A busy Joel struggles to balance his workload as Chief with his growing commitment to Sonja, and must decide if he's ready to step up to the plate.
(Buzzing)
Mm.
(Buzzing continues)
(Buzzing stops)
Hey, I was just
dreaming about you.
(Charlie) Mmm.
Was I wearing pants?
Are you wearing them now?
Hey, I need you
to talk me out of something.
(Exhales) Charlie,
what are you doing?
Charles Mingus live album.
Ultra-rare early pressing.
Auction ends in...
Eight minutes,
and I'm about
to make an outrageous bid.
(Knock on door) Mm, of course you are.
Listen, I had to... come in.
- Hey.
- What's up?
Rare Mingus.
This is an emergency.
Sorry, Alex.
We need you now.
Okay, I've got
an emergency of my own.
Gotta go. Love you.
(Jackson)
B.P. Still falling fast.
He's day zero post-op.
This isn't good.
He's in shock.
Get Reycraft back here.
I called him twice already.
He's not picking up.
- Try him again.
- He's burning up.
Start antibiotics.
Norepinephrine.
20 micrograms per minute.
(Rapid beeping flatlining)
Damn. We lost his pulse.
Get me a crash cart.
Come on, Travis.
Stay with me here.
Still in v-fib.
No pulse.
- Mel!
- I'm here.
(Machine beeping rapidly)
(Alex) I could really use
those paddles right now.
(Defibrillator thrums)
Here.
Okay. Clear!
(Paddles thump)
Again. Clear!
(Thump)
I gotta try.
Come on, Travis.
One, two... (Exhaling)
(Machine beeping rhythmically)
♪
Saving Hope 02x06
All Things Must Pass
(Exhales)
You do know that technically,
I'm still your doctor, right?
Oh, mnh-mnh.
You should check your e-mail,
because I fired
your fine ass last night.
You did what?
Mm-hmm. Don't worry. I'm...
I'm recommending you on yelp.
Okay. Well, I demand
at least four stars, okay?
Mm. Um, I'll say that
you have a good bedside manner.
And my feminine hands. Don't forget
to mention those. (Laughs)
- Right. But firm when required.
- Yeah.
You know, a girl could
get used to playing doctor
with an actual doctor.
(Alarm clock beeping)
Mm.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
- Fun time's over.
- Duty calls.
(Clicks, beeping stops)
Oh. It's gonna be
one hell of a day.
I got subpoenaed
to appear at a custody hearing,
and I inherited
my co-worker's intake files
while she's on vacation, and...
And then Ryan's
got a soccer game.
You know, you're welcome
to come if you want.
You could meet me there.
Unless, of course,
you've got better things to do.
Although, you know, I can't
imagine what would be better.
(Clears throat)
Say what?
- Just Ryan's soccer game.
- Oh.
Or will you be too busy,
you know, saving the world?
No. I'm... I'm sorry.
I, uh, I'm stuck
in a board meeting today.
I'm trying to talk medicine
with a bunch of bean counters.
Mm. That's frustrating.
It is. And I've got
M & M rounds today.
- It's, uh...
- Okay.
I hate to miss it.
Sorry.
But can I call you later?
Mm...
I might answer.
You might?
If you're lucky.
Oh. If I'm extremely lucky.
Bye.
All right. We're talking about
a man named Travis Bain,
31-year-old who presented
with, um...
Actually, he didn't really
present with anything at first.
As of yesterday, I would say
we all thought he was...
healthy.
(Indistinct conversations)
♪
(Scoffs) What's the big deal?
I used to do that
back in high school phys ed.
Probably didn't look that good
doing it.
No, you're right.
Of course, I had my hair
pulled back in a ponytail,
smoking a joint, so...
impressed?
Well, I'd buy
that calendar, too.
Hey. I see Mr. April
and I see Mr. June,
but I don't see
Mr. May.
Oh, my.
(Sighs) It's always may
in my house.
- Hey, guys.
- Hey, lady.
No calendar?
Mm, my type's a little more
camera-shy.
Whoa. May is hotter
than I remember.
Mm-hmm. But a no-show, Alex.
Even my fantasies
stand me up these days.
No. Today is your lucky day.
There he is.
Mr. May! Over here!
Alex, what are you doing?
I'm getting you an autograph.
Did everyone give blood?
Not yet,
but my friend here
would love an autograph.
Oh, sure.
Uh, what's your name?
It's Dr. Hamza.
His name's Shahir.
Sure. Sure.
Uh, makes me kind of nervous,
writing in front of doctors.
Don't want to come off dumb.
Here. Is that okay?
(Clears throat) Yes.
That is perfect. Thank you.
Great.
Uh, excuse me.
I gotta go climb a rope.
Part of the whole
embarrassing fireman thing.
When Travis Bain
walked into our hospital
at 11:00 yesterday morning,
he was a fit, healthy man.
Many of us treated him...
myself included.
By midnight, he was dead.
So the purpose of today's
morbidity and mortality rounds
is to figure out
how it happened.
How did we lose this patient?
So how go the M & Ms?
Well, no one's crying. Yet.
What have we got here?
Meet Allison Davis,
proof positive
that yoga is dangerous.
I'm such a klutz.
I was at a sunrise class.
We greet the day with yoga.
Trying to do
one of those headstands
where you support yourself
with your elbows.
Ah. The dreaded
Salamba Sirsasana. Yeah.
What? I'm studying the tantra.
Learning to go beyond the valley
of the twin water chestnuts.
Mm. And I can't un-know that.
So, Allison,
you keeled over, and, uh...
Somehow landed
with my ankle under my body.
Okay.
(Pen clicks)
Um, how's your pain,
from one to five?
Zero.
That's why I wanted you.
Isn't no pain a good thing?
Well, it can be.
Ooh.
Not in this case. Allison,
you have a fracture dislocation.
(Whistles)
Uh, skin is blanched
around the ankle.
There's no pulse
in the dorsalis pedis.
And none in
the posterior tibial, either.
How long has she been waiting?
Um, between the ambulance
and me, maybe two hours
okay.
Um, Allison,
here's the thing...
You've kinked
the blood vessels in your foot.
That's why it's numb?
That's why you're not
feeling any pain.
Sounds more serious
than a twisted ankle.
Yeah. Give her
75 milligrams of pethidine.
Um, we're gonna have to reduce
that ankle back into place,
and I hate to say this,
but it is going to hurt.
Is there anybody
you would like us to call?
Husband? Boyfriend?
No.
Uh, sorry.
I didn't mean
to jump down your throat.
It's a bit
of a sensitive issue.
Breakups are the worst.
I get it.
This is gonna pinch
a little bit, okay?
Actually, I'm a novitiate
at St. Anne's.
Oh. That's
a... heck of a commitment.
Yeah.
I'm supposed to
take my vows tomorrow.
Congratulations.
That's why you don't
want anyone to know you're here?
Church is against yoga?
No, it's not the church.
It's our bishop.
He's got a bug up his...
Well, he's pretty
doctrinaire about it.
Wait, what's wrong with yoga?
It began as a hindu
spiritual practice.
Okay.
Well, I like the sound
of "Sister Allison"...
(Clicks) So I think we can
keep your little secret.
Namaste, sister.
(Siren wailing in distance)
Travis Bain.
31-year-old man. Firefighter.
Loosen up.
What?
Loosen up, reid.
M & Ms are the only place
that we have
to speak freely
about the mistakes we make.
Mm-hmm. She's right.
We need to know
what we did wrong
so we don't do it again.
So... what did you
do wrong?
Okay.
The patient presented
with severe abdominal pain
in the upper-right quadrant.
It started with a stomachache.
(Indistinct conversations)
(Laughs)
He looks great, doesn't he?
You a big fan?
Number one.
He's my husband.
And he's pretty beautiful
on the inside, too.
Well, he certainly has
a lot of admirers.
(Laughs) He's playing
a part for charity.
You should see him at home.
He is as goofy as anything.
Last week, he dragged me
to a comic book convention.
Really?
(Laughs)
Aah! Aah!
Travis.
It's okay. I've got it.
Hey. You okay?
Yeah, sorry. I didn't...
I didn't mean to cause any...
Aah! Aah!
Whoa. Whoa.
Travis, I want you to try
to lay back, okay?
I'm gonna help you lay back, okay?
(Gasping)
Can you tell me here it hurts?
Aah!
Travis,
you need to stop flexing.
I... sorry. I-I'm not.
That's...
that's really something.
No, I'm just lucky
to have good genes.
I do crunches when I watch TV.
Does this hurt?
No.
How long
have you guys been married?
Five years in...
Um, let me guess. May?
October.
Five years.
Seems like a lot shorter.
And a lot longer.
I-in a good way.
Aah.
Let's get Mr. Bain
up to imaging.
Mm-hmm. What is it?
What's the matter?
I'm just feeling something
in Travis's stomach
that I'd like to check out.
Are we gonna be here long?
I-I didn't get home
to walk Smokey.
Our mutt. He gets nervous
when he's home alone.
Well, you might want
to call a neighbor, okay?
I'm just gonna keep you here
a little bit longer.
(Monitor beeping steadily,
telephone ringing in distance)
Was it cancer?
I like to play a bit
of a guessing game
during M & Ms, you know?
The man died, Shahir.
I know.
Was it cancer?
Is it cancer?
No, it looks like a cyst.
Could you test it
just to be sure?
His father died of lymphoma.
We don't biopsy cysts,
because we don't want them
to pop.
Like... a zit?
Sort of. Yes.
There's a standard surgical
procedure for this type of cyst.
Dr. Reycraft
has done it plenty of times.
We just have to
book the O.R.
Will Travis have to wait long?
No. We are gonna
take care of this right away.
Will you be with Travis
during the operation?
I'll be assisting
Dr. Reycraft. Yes.
Don't worry.
You're in the right hands.
Firefighters on fire
in the house.
- Did you go check it out?
- No.
I like my men skinny
and ironically fearful.
(Speaking indistinctly
in distance)
(Door handle clicks)
Didn't think you were
coming in today.
I couldn't be home.
- Did you eat anything?
- Uh... mm.
- You have to eat, Maggie.
- I will.
After I bury my father.
I should be coming with you.
Gavin, we talked about this.
I can't let you come with me.
Why?
Because I like you too much.
Maggie, family drama...
kind of my bread and butter.
Yeah, but you haven't met
my stepmother.
Maggs...
Eat something.
Uh-huh.
Have you prepared
the biopsy tray?
Yeah, all set and ready
for you in there.
- Thank you.
- Okay.
Mr. May... Mr... Bain.
I'm sorry.
It's okay. I...
I suck with names, too.
Okay. I'm gonna go ahead
and biopsy
the growth in your belly.
Okay.
You know, abs actually
knit back together faster
than any other muscle
in the body.
- Really?
- No.
I have... I have no idea.
(Chuckles)
(Chuckles) Whoa.
Is that for me? 18 gauge, 10
centimeters... nothing to it.
Claire's got a needle thing.
She kept insisting she was going
to stay here with me,
but, uh, I convinced her to go get a coffee.
(Bottle squeaks)
I love her to bits,
but she's a worrier.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
(Monitor beeping steadily)
All right, let's see
if we can find it.
There it is.
Okay. Hold tight, Travis.
(Grunts softly)
Maggie, what are you doing?
Withdraw the needle gently.
- Don't worry. I've got this.
- No, it's a cyst.
- Who told you to do a biopsy?
- What?
I thought it was on his chart.
(Sighs)
(Dawn) You biopsied a cyst?
It wasn't her fault.
It was a miscommunication.
(Shahir) So you didn't tell her
it was a cyst, not a tumor?
I was on my way to tell her.
Alex, she's working under you.
You have to communicate.
I know, but we got
our wires crossed.
She biopsied a hydatid cyst.
That is unacceptable.
(Shahir) A slow leak of fluid
caused by a biopsy rupture
could easily cause
a fatal reaction.
I take full responsibility.
No, I do.
I don't think it was a slow leak
that caused his death.
Things went sideways
during the surgery.
Who was the lead surgeon on it?
I was.
Okay, so, Reycraft,
when you did the laparotomy,
did you see any signs
that the cyst had leaked?
If it leaked,
we wouldn't have noticed.
Three of us were just
trying to keep it together.
The three of you?
I also assisted on the surgery.
Why don't I see your name
on the medical notes?
It's sort of complicated.
Ah, well, you two
just won yourselves
a ticket up on that stage.
(Thuds)
Is it kind of weird that
I'm looking forward
to seeing this?
I'm not about to call
a nun weird.
I'm not a nun yet.
(Chuckles)
To be honest,
I'm having second thoughts
about the whole thing.
Well, everyone gets nervous
before the wedding.
Especially when
you're marrying God.
(Zach chuckles)
Yeah, especially that.
No, uh, it's something deeper.
Other novitiates are seeing
visions of saints,
or hearing voices
calling them to God.
I pray and pray
and hear nothing.
"I believe because it's absurd."
St. Anselmo. Nice.
We ready to do this, Zach?
Born ready. Here we go.
Okay. Allison...
Last chance to look away.
- No dice.
- All right.
On three? One...
(Cracks)
Three! There you go.
(Screams)
Nice.
Okay. Got a pulse again.
(Breathing heavily) Let's get her
down to X-ray and see what we can do
about fixing the... Allison?
(Wheezing)
- Allison?
- Lie her back. Her throat's closing up.
- Let's intubate.
- Is it a reaction to the pain meds?
(P. A. beeps)
(Man on P.A.) Code blue.
Emergency Department
Trauma Room.
Code blue. Emergency Department Trauma Room.
(Wheezing continues)
(Zach) Okay.
Code blue. Emergency Department
Trauma Room.
(Monitor beeping erratically)
(Grunts)
- I can't see the vocal chords.
(Allison) - Dr. Harris.
If this is heaven,
the Bible is way off.
No medic alert bracelet.
No history.
Did she eat something?
Fish? Peanuts?
It's our gloves.
It's the latex.
All right. We're gonna need
an epi now!
No, I'm not ready.
I'm not gonna let you die
before your big day.
(Continues wheezing)
(Whooshes)
- Okay. Got it.
- Okay.
Thanks, doc.
(Monitor beeps)
(Gasps)
(Heavy breathing)
My day is now officially
out of control.
And... and I was just wondering
if maybe...
Maybe you could
pick up Ryan from soccer?
Ooh, it's gonna be just a little difficult.
(Register beeps)
Look, and I know, Joel,
I... honestly, I wouldn't ask.
It's just I don't know
how I'm gonna make it there
in time. And...
Yeah, but Sonja,
as much as I'd love
to cheer the little guy on,
I'm... I'm just completely
swamped over here.
Okay. Okay, yeah.
I just... I...
I just don't know how I'm gonna
get him a ride home.
Um, can he catch a bus?
Well, he's 8. So...
Can you put him in a cab?
You know what? I'm gonna...
Don't worry about it at all.
I'm just gonna...
I'm gonna figure it out.
And it's gonna be fine.
I'm just gonna make it fine.
I... you know what, Sonja?
Listen to me.
Take a second.
Why don't you let me
see what I can swing here,
and I'll just...
I'll call you back?
Ok. Thank you. Thanks, Joel.
All right. I gotta go.
Okay. No problem.
(Dawn) The three amigos.
So all three of you
were in the surgery,
but Maggie's not listed
in the medical notes.
(Shihir) And we had
a leaky cyst, but you seem sure
that it didn't kill the patient.
Okay. How exactly did
the surgery go off the rails?
It actually started out
really well.
Ah, that's bigger
than I thought.
Way bigger.
All right. We need hands.
Where's the resident I asked you to page?
(Woman) She's on her way.
Okay, so I'm gonna
mark the vessels.
Don't want anyone
cutting the wrong thing.
No, that's a little big. Can
you cut it in half?
I'm on it.
(Scissors clack,
monitor beeping rhythmically)
(Alex) Better?
(Tom) All right. All right.
Okay.
(Alex) You don't fool around.
Those are nice and tight.
(Tom) Yeah,
don't want any distractions
when we're emptying out
that cyst.
(Surgical tools clacking)
Okay.
Mama... said...
Knock... you... out.
All right.
Ready with suction.
(Man) Suction.
(Suction gurgling) I hope
you had a light lunch.
Where do you want me?
Over here.
Wasn't the funeral today?
You must be exhausted.
I'm fine.
Okay. Babcocks.
(Suction continues gurgling)
Babcocks.
Okay, Maggie,
when Reycraft cuts,
I want you to hold this
wide open for dear life.
Got it?
Mm-hmm.
All right.
Time for the main event.
Kidney bowl.
Victor, Metz.
Here you go.
(Victor) Metz.
Maggie, hold the cyst steady.
Uh-huh.
(Alex) Ugh.
Here comes the money shot.
Are those...
Wait for it.
Yes, Dr. Lin.
(Sighs)
Daughter cysts
and brood capsules.
Echinococcosis.
A hyper tape worm.
It's a parasite that is
transmitted from dogs to humans.
(Tom) Anybody feeling green?
Hmm? No?
Anybody want to turn in
their M.D.s or R.N.s right now?
Because here comes
the mother lode.
Oh, don't make it
any worse. Whoa!
I'm think I'm gonna...
Whoa!
Maggie!
(Thuds) She tore the cyst!
Babcocks. Let's go, quick.
It's leaking.
(Victor) Babcocks.
Somebody take care of Maggie.
B.P.'s dropping. Heart rate is 120.
(Woman) Maggie, can you hear me?
It's a reaction from the fluid.
Okay, let's just bail it out!
Bail it out.
(Maggie) I'm sorry. I don't...
I don't know what happened.
(Alex)
Somebody get her out of here.
More suction now, please.
Yep.
Hey, come on.
We need another bowl.
B.P.'S in the 70s
and dropping.
100 milligrams
of methyl propylene
and, uh, push epi.
Oh, this is a mess.
We have to clean out
the abdominal cavity.
Okay. Towels. And soak them
in alcohol first.
(Victor) Yep.
(Alex sighs,
speaks indistinctly)
(Alcohol pouring)
(Victor) Let's not be
driving home.
(Tom) Okay, grab these.
Let's go. (Grunts)
Yeah, keep 'em coming.
(Monitor beeps)
Let's soak it right up.
After steroids, epi
and albendazole,
we packed him up.
Then he stabilized.
Then Reycraft began
the resection.
The towels that you packed
in his abdomen,
those were soaked in
a 95% alcohol solution?
We had to kill the parasite,
so, yes.
This is getting interesting.
Can we take a look
at the surgery again?
As you can see there, the towels
soaked up the parasite,
which the alcohol killed.
Wait. Stop it there.
That towel is bloody.
Is it possible that one of you
nicked a vessel
during the commotion?
It's possible.
Dr. Lin was holding clamps
when she fainted.
(Melanda) Did you see
the bleeding vessel
during the procedure?
I don't... (Sighs)
(Taps fingers)
It went really fast.
Okay. If those alcohol-soaked
towels were packed
around an open vein or artery...
Then the alcohol would've
entered
the patient's bloodstream.
(Shahir) Which would lead
to P.E.A. and cardiac arrest.
(Dawn) Okay, I think now
is a good time to call lunch.
Thank you, everyone.
(P. A. beeps) (Man on P. A.) Code blue...
(Speaks indistinctly)
Code blue...
(Speaks indistinctly)
- That looks like a nutritious lunch.
- Mm.
(Chuckles)
It was my fault, Charlie.
Ellen told me what happened.
You weren't the only one
in that O.R., Alex.
Yeah, well... (Sniffles)
The alcohol was my call.
And that's why he died.
And if you nicked
a blood vessel
trying to save his life,
that's a risk we take.
Don't make excuses for me,
okay?
(Siren wailing in distance)
Okay.
(Exhales sharply)
I'm sorry I wasn't there.
His wife...
she doesn't know
how he died yet.
M & Ms aren't over, Alex.
It doesn't matter.
She deserves to hear it
from me.
(Kisses)
(Buttons clacking)
(Cell phone rings)
Joel, hey, listen.
Before you say anything,
you know, I just, I never...
I never should have asked you,
and I really don't want you
to worry about it, okay?
No, I'm happy that you are.
It's just, um,
if I had more notice, uh, I co...
Even if it was another day,
I... (Sighs)
You know last minute stuff
just doesn't work with my job.
No, fair enough. And I totally...
I totally get it. (Bag thuds)
Maybe we could go and see
a movie this weekend
or something, um...
The three of us.
(Door closes, keys jingle)
Joel, that's sweet.
But Ryan... he's not
your responsibility.
And I really...
I gotta go. Okay?
Hey, no... no. I-I...
I know he's not
my responsibility, it's...
No. It's really...
It's no worries, okay?
Rock on.
(Siren wailing in distance)
Joel?
I need to talk to you
about the M & Ms.
Yeah, it's not
the best time, Maggie.
I'll read the transcripts,
okay?
I left something out.
(Receiver clatters) Okay.
What do you mean
you left something out?
It's about full disclosure.
I had a drink.
I toasted my dad.
You had a drink at his funeral?
After his funeral.
(Indistinct conversations)
- Scotch, rocks.
(Man) - Of course.
Happy drink or sad drink?
(Ice cubes rattle)
My money's on a sad one.
What is it? Boyfriend problems?
(Thuds)
- I'm sorry. I don't know you, do I?
- Luke.
This is a doctor bar, right?
Are you a doctor?
I'm a resident. You might know
my sister Alex. Alex reid.
(Thuds) Can I have another
cranberry juice, please?
Ah, 12-stepper in a bar.
I should have spotted you
from a mile away.
You been to meetings?
Just a colorful family.
Drinkers, secret adulterers,
plastic surgery addicts,
rub and tug frequenters,
you name it.
Colorful family adds character.
Where would we be without
our pain-in-the-ass families?
I'm about to find out, I guess.
Why is that?
You do something
to disappoint them?
I just buried my father.
(Ice cubes rattle) Um...
I'm sorry.
Sorry to hear that.
(Clicks tongue)
Another? Same.
So what? Now you're just
gonna blow up your life
- because you're sad?
- I'm just having a drink.
Right. Just having a drink.
Every time my family
expected me to be somewhere,
or do anything...
need me for anything,
I got drunk.
I don't know why.
I never consciously
decided to do it.
I just...
had to... (Sighs)
reject normalcy,
fight expectations.
Create chaos...
(Inhales deeply)
To feel right.
Well... that's not me.
- No?
- No.
Then why aren't you leaning
on your family right now?
Or your boyfriend?
What are you doing alone
in a bar drinking scotch?
Yeah. (Clicks tongue)
That's the thing, um...
(Dollar bills rustle)
I'm not alone.
I'm with you.
(Chuckles)
And now I'm gonna go.
♪
- So how many drinks did you have?
- One scotch.
How many does that mean?
Like, five?
I didn't drink the second one
that I ordered.
Right. But you still
had a drink,
- and you went into the O.R.
- I wasn't drunk.
I just buried my dad.
Uh, I hadn't eaten anything
all day, but I, you know...
Maggie.
Get your things and go home.
- Joel.
- You're suspended.
Get the hell outta here.
We were planning a trip
for our anniversary.
Scottish highlands.
We never had enough money
for a honeymoon,
so we thought...
maybe now...
I am so sorry.
And instead,
I'm waiting in a hospital
to fill out paperwork.
I'm sure it won't be
much longer.
Honestly, I'm in no rush.
What am I supposed to do next?
Claire, there's something
that I need to tell you.
There were some complications
during Travis's surgery.
Honestly, I just want to give
him a chance to finally rest.
I understand that, but I think
that it's really...
I was glad when Dr. Reycraft
told me
not to go ahead
with the autopsy.
I'm sorry. What did
Dr. Reycraft say?
He said that normally
the hospital will do an autopsy
in these types of cases,
but I didn't have to
consent to one.
I'm sorry. I interrupted you.
What were you about to say?
It doesn't matter right now.
There is something
that I need to ask you.
(Machine beeping steadily)
Ah. My other hero.
It's good to see you
breathing again.
We got the tests back.
You were right.
Latex allergy.
Well, that's good. Otherwise my
gift would have really sucked.
(Laughs) An epipen.
Nice. Thanks.
Ever since he got out
of the coma,
he's been prone to these
thoughtful little gestures.
Well, we weren't gonna let you
die before your big day, so...
You...
You were there.
(Clicks teeth) Yes. Um...
Uh, you went into
anaphylactic shock
while we were
working on your ankle, and...
No. I mean...
You were there.
As was I... also there.
No. Uh,
you were here, but...
He was there with me.
Um, I'm gonna let you
get some rest,
and, um, I'll come back
and... and check on you later.
(Indistinct conversations)
Hey.
Hey. Oh, hey.
(Laughs)
How's it going in there?
You, uh, wanna make out,
or just throw yourself
off a bridge?
Yes. Both.
How's your nun?
She is seeing things,
but she's gonna be okay.
Good.
Hey, can you give me a second?
I'll see you in there.
Yeah.
(Under breath) Kick some ass.
- Reycraft.
- Yeah?
I just spoke
with Travis's wife.
Case is closed, Alex.
Actually, she just told me
that you told her
to decline an autopsy.
Why would you do that?
She told me she couldn't stand
the thought
of Travis being
sliced up anymore,
so I told her
to skip the autopsy.
You understand that this looks
a lot like ass covering, right?
If you say so.
If you made a mistake,
just come clean.
I didn't make a mistake, Alex.
M & Ms are about owning up
and making sure things like this
don't happen again.
So if you know something,
anything.
I don't care if you believe me.
Why wouldn't you want
an autopsy, then?
She was crying
her eyes out, okay?
That's my kryptonite...
a weeping woman.
So I didn't push it.
Well, I told her to say yes,
so they're doing
an autopsy right now.
Good.
Okay, everyone,
let's take your seats.
I think we should be able
to wrap this up pretty quickly.
Actually, there are new
pathology reports on their way.
That was a productive lunch.
(Shahir) Huh. Reycraft,
you're the lead surgeon on this.
You didn't get a chance
to present before.
While we're waiting
for the autopsy,
go ahead. Talk.
I don't...
I wasn't there
when the patient died,
so I don't see...
Where were you?
I was at home.
You, uh, you page him?
A few times.
I fell asleep.
Your phone not wake you up?
When I left,
my patient was alive.
And I haven't been
sleeping lately.
So... so you turned
off your phone.
It's okay. I mean,
we've all done it, right?
I haven't.
Doesn't matter.
There was alcohol in his blood.
Nothing I could have done.
Yeah, but still, if you had
responded to Alex's pages,
you might have been able
to help her.
You know what it's like
trying to be everywhere
at the same time.
I can't cut myself in two.
Mama said knock you out.
Sorry?
First album I ever bought.
I... it's a mnemonic I use
to count my loops.
It didn't work.
(Machine beeping steadily)
(Alex) - Bowl.
- Here you go.
Okay. So the cyst
has marsupialized,
and this mess is cleaned up.
Just need to grab
the vessel loops.
At least Maggie
didn't pull them out, too.
Don't be so hard on her.
She fainted in the O.R.
she could have killed him.
Unacceptable. Agreed.
But she was on her way back
from her...
Her dad's funeral.
Yeah, yeah, I know.
Well, if she couldn't hack it,
she should have gone home.
(Machine beeping steadily)
Aw, damn it.
How many is that?
(Exhales)
Mama...
Said...
Knock...
You...
Out. Done.
All right. Let's close up
and get out of here.
(Alex) You counted
five vessel loops,
but there was already
one in that cup...
The other half
of the one that Victor trimmed.
(Cell phone vibrates)
Just hold on a sec, everyone.
Excuse me.
The loops
were marking the vessels.
They weren't
squeezing them shut.
So even if I left one in,
that wouldn't kill the patient.
Ah. Yes, it would.
The autopsy reports
that there was no alcohol
in the patient's blood.
And the cause of death is sepsis
secondary to
biliary obstruction.
The bile duct
was blocked by this.
No way.
(Exhales)
That surgery was a mess.
Could have happened to anyone.
I don't need your pity.
Up until an hour ago,
I thought it was my fault.
I'm just saying
I know where your head is.
You don't get it.
My record was stellar.
This isn't about your stats.
I killed him.
Eventually,
everyone makes a mistake.
Yeah, not like this.
Not me.
Even you.
Listen,
his widow is still here.
And I think she deserves
to know what really happened.
Good luck with all that.
Everybody's feeling this,
Reycraft.
Why don't you come
and talk to her with me?
No, thanks. Not my job.
Dr. Harris!
I did see you,
Dr. Harris.
Or you imagined me. I have
that effect on some people.
Whether you remember it or not,
I know I was outside of my body,
and I know that you were
there with me.
You can believe that.
Oh, I do.
I do.
It's a sign.
I'm on the right path.
Thank you, doctor.
You saved me.
It's okay. I'm a nun.
I screwed everything up.
You didn't.
Please don't be understanding.
Okay. What do you need
right now?
I don't know, Gavin.
I don't know.
You push me away,
you know that?
I don't mean to.
When things get real, you run.
- Okay.
- Don't actually do it.
Just talk to me.
I don't want to talk
about my feelings, Gavin.
Then talk about something else.
Anything.
My stepmother wore a miniskirt.
- To the funeral?
- Yeah.
It was up to here.
It was so disrespectful
and so short.
Hey, gorgeous.
That is...
Uh, another conversation.
Buy me dinner?
(Indistinct conversations,
pen scratches)
(Whispers) Psst. Sis.
Alex.
(Bag thuds)
I knew I'd find you eventually.
Didn't I just put you on a slow
bus back to St. Catherine's?
So slow I had to jump off.
You look like you could use
some cheering up.
Go-karts?
Luke, this is my card.
Yeah. You gave it to me
at the bus station
for the ticket,
which is why I'm returning it
to you right now.
No. No.
I gave you cash.
Okay. So then
you're buying.
Luke, I can't, okay?
I don't have time.
Fine. Then just
give me the keys,
and I'll meet you
back at your place.
I... I'm... no. No.
You are not
staying at my place.
Why not?
I'm the perfect house guest.
Eggs Benny. Your favorite.
Every morning.
Yeah, but the last time
you stayed there,
you used my underwear
as a coffee filter. No.
It worked, though, didn't it?
Alex, come on,
I'm not doing this for you.
Pfft. I'm doing this for me.
I'm gonna let you help me
so that you...
(Laughs)
feel better about yourself.
- Really?
- Yeah.
I can do that.
(Inhales sharply)
Okay. A few days.
Please?
(Meaghan Blanchard's
"Gotta Let" playing)
(Keys jingle)
There it is.
Two days.
- Two days.
- And you're gone.
Gone. So gone.
Could I get a hug?
Okay.
There we go.
- Feels nice, right?
- Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Brat.
Hey. Oh... sis...
(Whispers) I love you.
♪ You gotta let
somebody love you ♪
(Children shouting playfully)
♪ The road is too long ♪
(Joel) Nice save again.
Those hands.
I'm telling you, mate.
(Sonja) - Hey. Hey, guys.
- Oh, my...
You just missed the most amazing
maybe five minutes of soccer
that's ever happened.
Your son just made
the most outstanding save.
But I let in
three goals after that.
We lost 9-2.
Okay. With no defense
in front of you.
Okay, wait,
time-out, time-out.
So sorry, you were here?
The kid with no defenders
in front of him
just... I... I mean,
it was balletic, what he...
I'm not gonna give you
the play-by-play.
You kind of had to be there.
(Laughs)
All right.
I almost scored on myself.
- Come on.
- You did not.
Once again, a sensational save.
(Sighs) I am so sorry
that I had to miss it.
It's okay.
Sorry, buddy.
(Mouths words)
(Mouths words)
Hey, Ryan, uh,
for what it's worth,
you might just want to, if a kid
pushes into you again like that,
give 'em an elbow.
Uh, I'm... I'm sorry. Are you
encouraging my child to fight?
I... 100% no.
(Mouths words)
It's a goalie thing, mom.
It's a goalie thing, mom.
- Oh, is it?
- Yes.
- Oh. Okay.
- All right. Take this.
- Oh, all right. Watch out.
- Yep.
- Ready?
- Here it comes.
- Nice save.
- Nice save.
You can't get through,
I'm telling you.
♪
♪ maybe ♪
(TV clicks on)
(Door opens,
keys clink in bowl)
(Woman speaks indistinctly
on TV)
♪ Leave you standing here
all alone ♪
♪ and just when you thought ♪
♪ that you were long gone ♪
♪ what's the point
in movin' on ♪
♪ when her heart can move ♪
(Exhales) I should have known
better than to come with you.
She's gonna hate me.
Because of us, this is
the worst day of her life.
Yeah, well, it's not
my best day, either.
Nope. But our punishment is that
we get to wake up tomorrow
and do it all over again.
♪ When it's hard to ♪
Claire.
♪ Sometimes you don't want to ♪
- Hi.
- Hi.
♪
♪ you gotta let ♪
♪ you gotta let
somebody love you ♪
♪
♪ the road is too long ♪
♪ the current too strong ♪
♪ with no one ♪
♪
Mm.
(Buzzing continues)
(Buzzing stops)
Hey, I was just
dreaming about you.
(Charlie) Mmm.
Was I wearing pants?
Are you wearing them now?
Hey, I need you
to talk me out of something.
(Exhales) Charlie,
what are you doing?
Charles Mingus live album.
Ultra-rare early pressing.
Auction ends in...
Eight minutes,
and I'm about
to make an outrageous bid.
(Knock on door) Mm, of course you are.
Listen, I had to... come in.
- Hey.
- What's up?
Rare Mingus.
This is an emergency.
Sorry, Alex.
We need you now.
Okay, I've got
an emergency of my own.
Gotta go. Love you.
(Jackson)
B.P. Still falling fast.
He's day zero post-op.
This isn't good.
He's in shock.
Get Reycraft back here.
I called him twice already.
He's not picking up.
- Try him again.
- He's burning up.
Start antibiotics.
Norepinephrine.
20 micrograms per minute.
(Rapid beeping flatlining)
Damn. We lost his pulse.
Get me a crash cart.
Come on, Travis.
Stay with me here.
Still in v-fib.
No pulse.
- Mel!
- I'm here.
(Machine beeping rapidly)
(Alex) I could really use
those paddles right now.
(Defibrillator thrums)
Here.
Okay. Clear!
(Paddles thump)
Again. Clear!
(Thump)
I gotta try.
Come on, Travis.
One, two... (Exhaling)
(Machine beeping rhythmically)
♪
Saving Hope 02x06
All Things Must Pass
(Exhales)
You do know that technically,
I'm still your doctor, right?
Oh, mnh-mnh.
You should check your e-mail,
because I fired
your fine ass last night.
You did what?
Mm-hmm. Don't worry. I'm...
I'm recommending you on yelp.
Okay. Well, I demand
at least four stars, okay?
Mm. Um, I'll say that
you have a good bedside manner.
And my feminine hands. Don't forget
to mention those. (Laughs)
- Right. But firm when required.
- Yeah.
You know, a girl could
get used to playing doctor
with an actual doctor.
(Alarm clock beeping)
Mm.
- Okay.
- Yeah.
- Fun time's over.
- Duty calls.
(Clicks, beeping stops)
Oh. It's gonna be
one hell of a day.
I got subpoenaed
to appear at a custody hearing,
and I inherited
my co-worker's intake files
while she's on vacation, and...
And then Ryan's
got a soccer game.
You know, you're welcome
to come if you want.
You could meet me there.
Unless, of course,
you've got better things to do.
Although, you know, I can't
imagine what would be better.
(Clears throat)
Say what?
- Just Ryan's soccer game.
- Oh.
Or will you be too busy,
you know, saving the world?
No. I'm... I'm sorry.
I, uh, I'm stuck
in a board meeting today.
I'm trying to talk medicine
with a bunch of bean counters.
Mm. That's frustrating.
It is. And I've got
M & M rounds today.
- It's, uh...
- Okay.
I hate to miss it.
Sorry.
But can I call you later?
Mm...
I might answer.
You might?
If you're lucky.
Oh. If I'm extremely lucky.
Bye.
All right. We're talking about
a man named Travis Bain,
31-year-old who presented
with, um...
Actually, he didn't really
present with anything at first.
As of yesterday, I would say
we all thought he was...
healthy.
(Indistinct conversations)
♪
(Scoffs) What's the big deal?
I used to do that
back in high school phys ed.
Probably didn't look that good
doing it.
No, you're right.
Of course, I had my hair
pulled back in a ponytail,
smoking a joint, so...
impressed?
Well, I'd buy
that calendar, too.
Hey. I see Mr. April
and I see Mr. June,
but I don't see
Mr. May.
Oh, my.
(Sighs) It's always may
in my house.
- Hey, guys.
- Hey, lady.
No calendar?
Mm, my type's a little more
camera-shy.
Whoa. May is hotter
than I remember.
Mm-hmm. But a no-show, Alex.
Even my fantasies
stand me up these days.
No. Today is your lucky day.
There he is.
Mr. May! Over here!
Alex, what are you doing?
I'm getting you an autograph.
Did everyone give blood?
Not yet,
but my friend here
would love an autograph.
Oh, sure.
Uh, what's your name?
It's Dr. Hamza.
His name's Shahir.
Sure. Sure.
Uh, makes me kind of nervous,
writing in front of doctors.
Don't want to come off dumb.
Here. Is that okay?
(Clears throat) Yes.
That is perfect. Thank you.
Great.
Uh, excuse me.
I gotta go climb a rope.
Part of the whole
embarrassing fireman thing.
When Travis Bain
walked into our hospital
at 11:00 yesterday morning,
he was a fit, healthy man.
Many of us treated him...
myself included.
By midnight, he was dead.
So the purpose of today's
morbidity and mortality rounds
is to figure out
how it happened.
How did we lose this patient?
So how go the M & Ms?
Well, no one's crying. Yet.
What have we got here?
Meet Allison Davis,
proof positive
that yoga is dangerous.
I'm such a klutz.
I was at a sunrise class.
We greet the day with yoga.
Trying to do
one of those headstands
where you support yourself
with your elbows.
Ah. The dreaded
Salamba Sirsasana. Yeah.
What? I'm studying the tantra.
Learning to go beyond the valley
of the twin water chestnuts.
Mm. And I can't un-know that.
So, Allison,
you keeled over, and, uh...
Somehow landed
with my ankle under my body.
Okay.
(Pen clicks)
Um, how's your pain,
from one to five?
Zero.
That's why I wanted you.
Isn't no pain a good thing?
Well, it can be.
Ooh.
Not in this case. Allison,
you have a fracture dislocation.
(Whistles)
Uh, skin is blanched
around the ankle.
There's no pulse
in the dorsalis pedis.
And none in
the posterior tibial, either.
How long has she been waiting?
Um, between the ambulance
and me, maybe two hours
okay.
Um, Allison,
here's the thing...
You've kinked
the blood vessels in your foot.
That's why it's numb?
That's why you're not
feeling any pain.
Sounds more serious
than a twisted ankle.
Yeah. Give her
75 milligrams of pethidine.
Um, we're gonna have to reduce
that ankle back into place,
and I hate to say this,
but it is going to hurt.
Is there anybody
you would like us to call?
Husband? Boyfriend?
No.
Uh, sorry.
I didn't mean
to jump down your throat.
It's a bit
of a sensitive issue.
Breakups are the worst.
I get it.
This is gonna pinch
a little bit, okay?
Actually, I'm a novitiate
at St. Anne's.
Oh. That's
a... heck of a commitment.
Yeah.
I'm supposed to
take my vows tomorrow.
Congratulations.
That's why you don't
want anyone to know you're here?
Church is against yoga?
No, it's not the church.
It's our bishop.
He's got a bug up his...
Well, he's pretty
doctrinaire about it.
Wait, what's wrong with yoga?
It began as a hindu
spiritual practice.
Okay.
Well, I like the sound
of "Sister Allison"...
(Clicks) So I think we can
keep your little secret.
Namaste, sister.
(Siren wailing in distance)
Travis Bain.
31-year-old man. Firefighter.
Loosen up.
What?
Loosen up, reid.
M & Ms are the only place
that we have
to speak freely
about the mistakes we make.
Mm-hmm. She's right.
We need to know
what we did wrong
so we don't do it again.
So... what did you
do wrong?
Okay.
The patient presented
with severe abdominal pain
in the upper-right quadrant.
It started with a stomachache.
(Indistinct conversations)
(Laughs)
He looks great, doesn't he?
You a big fan?
Number one.
He's my husband.
And he's pretty beautiful
on the inside, too.
Well, he certainly has
a lot of admirers.
(Laughs) He's playing
a part for charity.
You should see him at home.
He is as goofy as anything.
Last week, he dragged me
to a comic book convention.
Really?
(Laughs)
Aah! Aah!
Travis.
It's okay. I've got it.
Hey. You okay?
Yeah, sorry. I didn't...
I didn't mean to cause any...
Aah! Aah!
Whoa. Whoa.
Travis, I want you to try
to lay back, okay?
I'm gonna help you lay back, okay?
(Gasping)
Can you tell me here it hurts?
Aah!
Travis,
you need to stop flexing.
I... sorry. I-I'm not.
That's...
that's really something.
No, I'm just lucky
to have good genes.
I do crunches when I watch TV.
Does this hurt?
No.
How long
have you guys been married?
Five years in...
Um, let me guess. May?
October.
Five years.
Seems like a lot shorter.
And a lot longer.
I-in a good way.
Aah.
Let's get Mr. Bain
up to imaging.
Mm-hmm. What is it?
What's the matter?
I'm just feeling something
in Travis's stomach
that I'd like to check out.
Are we gonna be here long?
I-I didn't get home
to walk Smokey.
Our mutt. He gets nervous
when he's home alone.
Well, you might want
to call a neighbor, okay?
I'm just gonna keep you here
a little bit longer.
(Monitor beeping steadily,
telephone ringing in distance)
Was it cancer?
I like to play a bit
of a guessing game
during M & Ms, you know?
The man died, Shahir.
I know.
Was it cancer?
Is it cancer?
No, it looks like a cyst.
Could you test it
just to be sure?
His father died of lymphoma.
We don't biopsy cysts,
because we don't want them
to pop.
Like... a zit?
Sort of. Yes.
There's a standard surgical
procedure for this type of cyst.
Dr. Reycraft
has done it plenty of times.
We just have to
book the O.R.
Will Travis have to wait long?
No. We are gonna
take care of this right away.
Will you be with Travis
during the operation?
I'll be assisting
Dr. Reycraft. Yes.
Don't worry.
You're in the right hands.
Firefighters on fire
in the house.
- Did you go check it out?
- No.
I like my men skinny
and ironically fearful.
(Speaking indistinctly
in distance)
(Door handle clicks)
Didn't think you were
coming in today.
I couldn't be home.
- Did you eat anything?
- Uh... mm.
- You have to eat, Maggie.
- I will.
After I bury my father.
I should be coming with you.
Gavin, we talked about this.
I can't let you come with me.
Why?
Because I like you too much.
Maggie, family drama...
kind of my bread and butter.
Yeah, but you haven't met
my stepmother.
Maggs...
Eat something.
Uh-huh.
Have you prepared
the biopsy tray?
Yeah, all set and ready
for you in there.
- Thank you.
- Okay.
Mr. May... Mr... Bain.
I'm sorry.
It's okay. I...
I suck with names, too.
Okay. I'm gonna go ahead
and biopsy
the growth in your belly.
Okay.
You know, abs actually
knit back together faster
than any other muscle
in the body.
- Really?
- No.
I have... I have no idea.
(Chuckles)
(Chuckles) Whoa.
Is that for me? 18 gauge, 10
centimeters... nothing to it.
Claire's got a needle thing.
She kept insisting she was going
to stay here with me,
but, uh, I convinced her to go get a coffee.
(Bottle squeaks)
I love her to bits,
but she's a worrier.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
(Monitor beeping steadily)
All right, let's see
if we can find it.
There it is.
Okay. Hold tight, Travis.
(Grunts softly)
Maggie, what are you doing?
Withdraw the needle gently.
- Don't worry. I've got this.
- No, it's a cyst.
- Who told you to do a biopsy?
- What?
I thought it was on his chart.
(Sighs)
(Dawn) You biopsied a cyst?
It wasn't her fault.
It was a miscommunication.
(Shahir) So you didn't tell her
it was a cyst, not a tumor?
I was on my way to tell her.
Alex, she's working under you.
You have to communicate.
I know, but we got
our wires crossed.
She biopsied a hydatid cyst.
That is unacceptable.
(Shahir) A slow leak of fluid
caused by a biopsy rupture
could easily cause
a fatal reaction.
I take full responsibility.
No, I do.
I don't think it was a slow leak
that caused his death.
Things went sideways
during the surgery.
Who was the lead surgeon on it?
I was.
Okay, so, Reycraft,
when you did the laparotomy,
did you see any signs
that the cyst had leaked?
If it leaked,
we wouldn't have noticed.
Three of us were just
trying to keep it together.
The three of you?
I also assisted on the surgery.
Why don't I see your name
on the medical notes?
It's sort of complicated.
Ah, well, you two
just won yourselves
a ticket up on that stage.
(Thuds)
Is it kind of weird that
I'm looking forward
to seeing this?
I'm not about to call
a nun weird.
I'm not a nun yet.
(Chuckles)
To be honest,
I'm having second thoughts
about the whole thing.
Well, everyone gets nervous
before the wedding.
Especially when
you're marrying God.
(Zach chuckles)
Yeah, especially that.
No, uh, it's something deeper.
Other novitiates are seeing
visions of saints,
or hearing voices
calling them to God.
I pray and pray
and hear nothing.
"I believe because it's absurd."
St. Anselmo. Nice.
We ready to do this, Zach?
Born ready. Here we go.
Okay. Allison...
Last chance to look away.
- No dice.
- All right.
On three? One...
(Cracks)
Three! There you go.
(Screams)
Nice.
Okay. Got a pulse again.
(Breathing heavily) Let's get her
down to X-ray and see what we can do
about fixing the... Allison?
(Wheezing)
- Allison?
- Lie her back. Her throat's closing up.
- Let's intubate.
- Is it a reaction to the pain meds?
(P. A. beeps)
(Man on P.A.) Code blue.
Emergency Department
Trauma Room.
Code blue. Emergency Department Trauma Room.
(Wheezing continues)
(Zach) Okay.
Code blue. Emergency Department
Trauma Room.
(Monitor beeping erratically)
(Grunts)
- I can't see the vocal chords.
(Allison) - Dr. Harris.
If this is heaven,
the Bible is way off.
No medic alert bracelet.
No history.
Did she eat something?
Fish? Peanuts?
It's our gloves.
It's the latex.
All right. We're gonna need
an epi now!
No, I'm not ready.
I'm not gonna let you die
before your big day.
(Continues wheezing)
(Whooshes)
- Okay. Got it.
- Okay.
Thanks, doc.
(Monitor beeps)
(Gasps)
(Heavy breathing)
My day is now officially
out of control.
And... and I was just wondering
if maybe...
Maybe you could
pick up Ryan from soccer?
Ooh, it's gonna be just a little difficult.
(Register beeps)
Look, and I know, Joel,
I... honestly, I wouldn't ask.
It's just I don't know
how I'm gonna make it there
in time. And...
Yeah, but Sonja,
as much as I'd love
to cheer the little guy on,
I'm... I'm just completely
swamped over here.
Okay. Okay, yeah.
I just... I...
I just don't know how I'm gonna
get him a ride home.
Um, can he catch a bus?
Well, he's 8. So...
Can you put him in a cab?
You know what? I'm gonna...
Don't worry about it at all.
I'm just gonna...
I'm gonna figure it out.
And it's gonna be fine.
I'm just gonna make it fine.
I... you know what, Sonja?
Listen to me.
Take a second.
Why don't you let me
see what I can swing here,
and I'll just...
I'll call you back?
Ok. Thank you. Thanks, Joel.
All right. I gotta go.
Okay. No problem.
(Dawn) The three amigos.
So all three of you
were in the surgery,
but Maggie's not listed
in the medical notes.
(Shihir) And we had
a leaky cyst, but you seem sure
that it didn't kill the patient.
Okay. How exactly did
the surgery go off the rails?
It actually started out
really well.
Ah, that's bigger
than I thought.
Way bigger.
All right. We need hands.
Where's the resident I asked you to page?
(Woman) She's on her way.
Okay, so I'm gonna
mark the vessels.
Don't want anyone
cutting the wrong thing.
No, that's a little big. Can
you cut it in half?
I'm on it.
(Scissors clack,
monitor beeping rhythmically)
(Alex) Better?
(Tom) All right. All right.
Okay.
(Alex) You don't fool around.
Those are nice and tight.
(Tom) Yeah,
don't want any distractions
when we're emptying out
that cyst.
(Surgical tools clacking)
Okay.
Mama... said...
Knock... you... out.
All right.
Ready with suction.
(Man) Suction.
(Suction gurgling) I hope
you had a light lunch.
Where do you want me?
Over here.
Wasn't the funeral today?
You must be exhausted.
I'm fine.
Okay. Babcocks.
(Suction continues gurgling)
Babcocks.
Okay, Maggie,
when Reycraft cuts,
I want you to hold this
wide open for dear life.
Got it?
Mm-hmm.
All right.
Time for the main event.
Kidney bowl.
Victor, Metz.
Here you go.
(Victor) Metz.
Maggie, hold the cyst steady.
Uh-huh.
(Alex) Ugh.
Here comes the money shot.
Are those...
Wait for it.
Yes, Dr. Lin.
(Sighs)
Daughter cysts
and brood capsules.
Echinococcosis.
A hyper tape worm.
It's a parasite that is
transmitted from dogs to humans.
(Tom) Anybody feeling green?
Hmm? No?
Anybody want to turn in
their M.D.s or R.N.s right now?
Because here comes
the mother lode.
Oh, don't make it
any worse. Whoa!
I'm think I'm gonna...
Whoa!
Maggie!
(Thuds) She tore the cyst!
Babcocks. Let's go, quick.
It's leaking.
(Victor) Babcocks.
Somebody take care of Maggie.
B.P.'s dropping. Heart rate is 120.
(Woman) Maggie, can you hear me?
It's a reaction from the fluid.
Okay, let's just bail it out!
Bail it out.
(Maggie) I'm sorry. I don't...
I don't know what happened.
(Alex)
Somebody get her out of here.
More suction now, please.
Yep.
Hey, come on.
We need another bowl.
B.P.'S in the 70s
and dropping.
100 milligrams
of methyl propylene
and, uh, push epi.
Oh, this is a mess.
We have to clean out
the abdominal cavity.
Okay. Towels. And soak them
in alcohol first.
(Victor) Yep.
(Alex sighs,
speaks indistinctly)
(Alcohol pouring)
(Victor) Let's not be
driving home.
(Tom) Okay, grab these.
Let's go. (Grunts)
Yeah, keep 'em coming.
(Monitor beeps)
Let's soak it right up.
After steroids, epi
and albendazole,
we packed him up.
Then he stabilized.
Then Reycraft began
the resection.
The towels that you packed
in his abdomen,
those were soaked in
a 95% alcohol solution?
We had to kill the parasite,
so, yes.
This is getting interesting.
Can we take a look
at the surgery again?
As you can see there, the towels
soaked up the parasite,
which the alcohol killed.
Wait. Stop it there.
That towel is bloody.
Is it possible that one of you
nicked a vessel
during the commotion?
It's possible.
Dr. Lin was holding clamps
when she fainted.
(Melanda) Did you see
the bleeding vessel
during the procedure?
I don't... (Sighs)
(Taps fingers)
It went really fast.
Okay. If those alcohol-soaked
towels were packed
around an open vein or artery...
Then the alcohol would've
entered
the patient's bloodstream.
(Shahir) Which would lead
to P.E.A. and cardiac arrest.
(Dawn) Okay, I think now
is a good time to call lunch.
Thank you, everyone.
(P. A. beeps) (Man on P. A.) Code blue...
(Speaks indistinctly)
Code blue...
(Speaks indistinctly)
- That looks like a nutritious lunch.
- Mm.
(Chuckles)
It was my fault, Charlie.
Ellen told me what happened.
You weren't the only one
in that O.R., Alex.
Yeah, well... (Sniffles)
The alcohol was my call.
And that's why he died.
And if you nicked
a blood vessel
trying to save his life,
that's a risk we take.
Don't make excuses for me,
okay?
(Siren wailing in distance)
Okay.
(Exhales sharply)
I'm sorry I wasn't there.
His wife...
she doesn't know
how he died yet.
M & Ms aren't over, Alex.
It doesn't matter.
She deserves to hear it
from me.
(Kisses)
(Buttons clacking)
(Cell phone rings)
Joel, hey, listen.
Before you say anything,
you know, I just, I never...
I never should have asked you,
and I really don't want you
to worry about it, okay?
No, I'm happy that you are.
It's just, um,
if I had more notice, uh, I co...
Even if it was another day,
I... (Sighs)
You know last minute stuff
just doesn't work with my job.
No, fair enough. And I totally...
I totally get it. (Bag thuds)
Maybe we could go and see
a movie this weekend
or something, um...
The three of us.
(Door closes, keys jingle)
Joel, that's sweet.
But Ryan... he's not
your responsibility.
And I really...
I gotta go. Okay?
Hey, no... no. I-I...
I know he's not
my responsibility, it's...
No. It's really...
It's no worries, okay?
Rock on.
(Siren wailing in distance)
Joel?
I need to talk to you
about the M & Ms.
Yeah, it's not
the best time, Maggie.
I'll read the transcripts,
okay?
I left something out.
(Receiver clatters) Okay.
What do you mean
you left something out?
It's about full disclosure.
I had a drink.
I toasted my dad.
You had a drink at his funeral?
After his funeral.
(Indistinct conversations)
- Scotch, rocks.
(Man) - Of course.
Happy drink or sad drink?
(Ice cubes rattle)
My money's on a sad one.
What is it? Boyfriend problems?
(Thuds)
- I'm sorry. I don't know you, do I?
- Luke.
This is a doctor bar, right?
Are you a doctor?
I'm a resident. You might know
my sister Alex. Alex reid.
(Thuds) Can I have another
cranberry juice, please?
Ah, 12-stepper in a bar.
I should have spotted you
from a mile away.
You been to meetings?
Just a colorful family.
Drinkers, secret adulterers,
plastic surgery addicts,
rub and tug frequenters,
you name it.
Colorful family adds character.
Where would we be without
our pain-in-the-ass families?
I'm about to find out, I guess.
Why is that?
You do something
to disappoint them?
I just buried my father.
(Ice cubes rattle) Um...
I'm sorry.
Sorry to hear that.
(Clicks tongue)
Another? Same.
So what? Now you're just
gonna blow up your life
- because you're sad?
- I'm just having a drink.
Right. Just having a drink.
Every time my family
expected me to be somewhere,
or do anything...
need me for anything,
I got drunk.
I don't know why.
I never consciously
decided to do it.
I just...
had to... (Sighs)
reject normalcy,
fight expectations.
Create chaos...
(Inhales deeply)
To feel right.
Well... that's not me.
- No?
- No.
Then why aren't you leaning
on your family right now?
Or your boyfriend?
What are you doing alone
in a bar drinking scotch?
Yeah. (Clicks tongue)
That's the thing, um...
(Dollar bills rustle)
I'm not alone.
I'm with you.
(Chuckles)
And now I'm gonna go.
♪
- So how many drinks did you have?
- One scotch.
How many does that mean?
Like, five?
I didn't drink the second one
that I ordered.
Right. But you still
had a drink,
- and you went into the O.R.
- I wasn't drunk.
I just buried my dad.
Uh, I hadn't eaten anything
all day, but I, you know...
Maggie.
Get your things and go home.
- Joel.
- You're suspended.
Get the hell outta here.
We were planning a trip
for our anniversary.
Scottish highlands.
We never had enough money
for a honeymoon,
so we thought...
maybe now...
I am so sorry.
And instead,
I'm waiting in a hospital
to fill out paperwork.
I'm sure it won't be
much longer.
Honestly, I'm in no rush.
What am I supposed to do next?
Claire, there's something
that I need to tell you.
There were some complications
during Travis's surgery.
Honestly, I just want to give
him a chance to finally rest.
I understand that, but I think
that it's really...
I was glad when Dr. Reycraft
told me
not to go ahead
with the autopsy.
I'm sorry. What did
Dr. Reycraft say?
He said that normally
the hospital will do an autopsy
in these types of cases,
but I didn't have to
consent to one.
I'm sorry. I interrupted you.
What were you about to say?
It doesn't matter right now.
There is something
that I need to ask you.
(Machine beeping steadily)
Ah. My other hero.
It's good to see you
breathing again.
We got the tests back.
You were right.
Latex allergy.
Well, that's good. Otherwise my
gift would have really sucked.
(Laughs) An epipen.
Nice. Thanks.
Ever since he got out
of the coma,
he's been prone to these
thoughtful little gestures.
Well, we weren't gonna let you
die before your big day, so...
You...
You were there.
(Clicks teeth) Yes. Um...
Uh, you went into
anaphylactic shock
while we were
working on your ankle, and...
No. I mean...
You were there.
As was I... also there.
No. Uh,
you were here, but...
He was there with me.
Um, I'm gonna let you
get some rest,
and, um, I'll come back
and... and check on you later.
(Indistinct conversations)
Hey.
Hey. Oh, hey.
(Laughs)
How's it going in there?
You, uh, wanna make out,
or just throw yourself
off a bridge?
Yes. Both.
How's your nun?
She is seeing things,
but she's gonna be okay.
Good.
Hey, can you give me a second?
I'll see you in there.
Yeah.
(Under breath) Kick some ass.
- Reycraft.
- Yeah?
I just spoke
with Travis's wife.
Case is closed, Alex.
Actually, she just told me
that you told her
to decline an autopsy.
Why would you do that?
She told me she couldn't stand
the thought
of Travis being
sliced up anymore,
so I told her
to skip the autopsy.
You understand that this looks
a lot like ass covering, right?
If you say so.
If you made a mistake,
just come clean.
I didn't make a mistake, Alex.
M & Ms are about owning up
and making sure things like this
don't happen again.
So if you know something,
anything.
I don't care if you believe me.
Why wouldn't you want
an autopsy, then?
She was crying
her eyes out, okay?
That's my kryptonite...
a weeping woman.
So I didn't push it.
Well, I told her to say yes,
so they're doing
an autopsy right now.
Good.
Okay, everyone,
let's take your seats.
I think we should be able
to wrap this up pretty quickly.
Actually, there are new
pathology reports on their way.
That was a productive lunch.
(Shahir) Huh. Reycraft,
you're the lead surgeon on this.
You didn't get a chance
to present before.
While we're waiting
for the autopsy,
go ahead. Talk.
I don't...
I wasn't there
when the patient died,
so I don't see...
Where were you?
I was at home.
You, uh, you page him?
A few times.
I fell asleep.
Your phone not wake you up?
When I left,
my patient was alive.
And I haven't been
sleeping lately.
So... so you turned
off your phone.
It's okay. I mean,
we've all done it, right?
I haven't.
Doesn't matter.
There was alcohol in his blood.
Nothing I could have done.
Yeah, but still, if you had
responded to Alex's pages,
you might have been able
to help her.
You know what it's like
trying to be everywhere
at the same time.
I can't cut myself in two.
Mama said knock you out.
Sorry?
First album I ever bought.
I... it's a mnemonic I use
to count my loops.
It didn't work.
(Machine beeping steadily)
(Alex) - Bowl.
- Here you go.
Okay. So the cyst
has marsupialized,
and this mess is cleaned up.
Just need to grab
the vessel loops.
At least Maggie
didn't pull them out, too.
Don't be so hard on her.
She fainted in the O.R.
she could have killed him.
Unacceptable. Agreed.
But she was on her way back
from her...
Her dad's funeral.
Yeah, yeah, I know.
Well, if she couldn't hack it,
she should have gone home.
(Machine beeping steadily)
Aw, damn it.
How many is that?
(Exhales)
Mama...
Said...
Knock...
You...
Out. Done.
All right. Let's close up
and get out of here.
(Alex) You counted
five vessel loops,
but there was already
one in that cup...
The other half
of the one that Victor trimmed.
(Cell phone vibrates)
Just hold on a sec, everyone.
Excuse me.
The loops
were marking the vessels.
They weren't
squeezing them shut.
So even if I left one in,
that wouldn't kill the patient.
Ah. Yes, it would.
The autopsy reports
that there was no alcohol
in the patient's blood.
And the cause of death is sepsis
secondary to
biliary obstruction.
The bile duct
was blocked by this.
No way.
(Exhales)
That surgery was a mess.
Could have happened to anyone.
I don't need your pity.
Up until an hour ago,
I thought it was my fault.
I'm just saying
I know where your head is.
You don't get it.
My record was stellar.
This isn't about your stats.
I killed him.
Eventually,
everyone makes a mistake.
Yeah, not like this.
Not me.
Even you.
Listen,
his widow is still here.
And I think she deserves
to know what really happened.
Good luck with all that.
Everybody's feeling this,
Reycraft.
Why don't you come
and talk to her with me?
No, thanks. Not my job.
Dr. Harris!
I did see you,
Dr. Harris.
Or you imagined me. I have
that effect on some people.
Whether you remember it or not,
I know I was outside of my body,
and I know that you were
there with me.
You can believe that.
Oh, I do.
I do.
It's a sign.
I'm on the right path.
Thank you, doctor.
You saved me.
It's okay. I'm a nun.
I screwed everything up.
You didn't.
Please don't be understanding.
Okay. What do you need
right now?
I don't know, Gavin.
I don't know.
You push me away,
you know that?
I don't mean to.
When things get real, you run.
- Okay.
- Don't actually do it.
Just talk to me.
I don't want to talk
about my feelings, Gavin.
Then talk about something else.
Anything.
My stepmother wore a miniskirt.
- To the funeral?
- Yeah.
It was up to here.
It was so disrespectful
and so short.
Hey, gorgeous.
That is...
Uh, another conversation.
Buy me dinner?
(Indistinct conversations,
pen scratches)
(Whispers) Psst. Sis.
Alex.
(Bag thuds)
I knew I'd find you eventually.
Didn't I just put you on a slow
bus back to St. Catherine's?
So slow I had to jump off.
You look like you could use
some cheering up.
Go-karts?
Luke, this is my card.
Yeah. You gave it to me
at the bus station
for the ticket,
which is why I'm returning it
to you right now.
No. No.
I gave you cash.
Okay. So then
you're buying.
Luke, I can't, okay?
I don't have time.
Fine. Then just
give me the keys,
and I'll meet you
back at your place.
I... I'm... no. No.
You are not
staying at my place.
Why not?
I'm the perfect house guest.
Eggs Benny. Your favorite.
Every morning.
Yeah, but the last time
you stayed there,
you used my underwear
as a coffee filter. No.
It worked, though, didn't it?
Alex, come on,
I'm not doing this for you.
Pfft. I'm doing this for me.
I'm gonna let you help me
so that you...
(Laughs)
feel better about yourself.
- Really?
- Yeah.
I can do that.
(Inhales sharply)
Okay. A few days.
Please?
(Meaghan Blanchard's
"Gotta Let" playing)
(Keys jingle)
There it is.
Two days.
- Two days.
- And you're gone.
Gone. So gone.
Could I get a hug?
Okay.
There we go.
- Feels nice, right?
- Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Brat.
Hey. Oh... sis...
(Whispers) I love you.
♪ You gotta let
somebody love you ♪
(Children shouting playfully)
♪ The road is too long ♪
(Joel) Nice save again.
Those hands.
I'm telling you, mate.
(Sonja) - Hey. Hey, guys.
- Oh, my...
You just missed the most amazing
maybe five minutes of soccer
that's ever happened.
Your son just made
the most outstanding save.
But I let in
three goals after that.
We lost 9-2.
Okay. With no defense
in front of you.
Okay, wait,
time-out, time-out.
So sorry, you were here?
The kid with no defenders
in front of him
just... I... I mean,
it was balletic, what he...
I'm not gonna give you
the play-by-play.
You kind of had to be there.
(Laughs)
All right.
I almost scored on myself.
- Come on.
- You did not.
Once again, a sensational save.
(Sighs) I am so sorry
that I had to miss it.
It's okay.
Sorry, buddy.
(Mouths words)
(Mouths words)
Hey, Ryan, uh,
for what it's worth,
you might just want to, if a kid
pushes into you again like that,
give 'em an elbow.
Uh, I'm... I'm sorry. Are you
encouraging my child to fight?
I... 100% no.
(Mouths words)
It's a goalie thing, mom.
It's a goalie thing, mom.
- Oh, is it?
- Yes.
- Oh. Okay.
- All right. Take this.
- Oh, all right. Watch out.
- Yep.
- Ready?
- Here it comes.
- Nice save.
- Nice save.
You can't get through,
I'm telling you.
♪
♪ maybe ♪
(TV clicks on)
(Door opens,
keys clink in bowl)
(Woman speaks indistinctly
on TV)
♪ Leave you standing here
all alone ♪
♪ and just when you thought ♪
♪ that you were long gone ♪
♪ what's the point
in movin' on ♪
♪ when her heart can move ♪
(Exhales) I should have known
better than to come with you.
She's gonna hate me.
Because of us, this is
the worst day of her life.
Yeah, well, it's not
my best day, either.
Nope. But our punishment is that
we get to wake up tomorrow
and do it all over again.
♪ When it's hard to ♪
Claire.
♪ Sometimes you don't want to ♪
- Hi.
- Hi.
♪
♪ you gotta let ♪
♪ you gotta let
somebody love you ♪
♪
♪ the road is too long ♪
♪ the current too strong ♪
♪ with no one ♪
♪