Saving Hope (2012–…): Season 2, Episode 8 - Defriender - full transcript

"The defriender."

That's what people are calling me?

That's what the nurses are calling you.

Okay. You know what?

If it means what I think it means,

I have not "defriended"
a nurse...

in, like, almost three months.

Are you seeing someone?

Yes, I am, actually.

That's... great.

That's amazing.



Yeah, I mean, it's early days, yeah.

She's a sweet girl, though.
She has a kid, actually.

I'm happy for you.

Okay, we are on the wrong road.

And that little bouncy ball is totally gone.

We're gonna have to find somewhere to stop.

Don't worry about it.
It's like a big resort.

There'll be signs for it everywhere...

- Oh, I remember this well, Joel...
- What?

Your instinctive sense of direction.

We will get somewhere,

but it won't be the trauma conference.

It'll be a B&B where you make your own jam.

Ouch! Holy!



You know what?

One... my jam was delicious.

- Two... you had an excellent...
- Joel, that's not the point.

You had an excellent time on that trip.

And you know what? For the record,

I cannot believe that Charlie...

You know, I can't believe
that any man would give up

a dirty weekend with you
at a medical conference

just to go and pick up his
friend at the airport,

- I'm just saying.
- It's Ford. It's his best friend.

Dirty weekend.

That's why you don't have any friends.

By the way, Charlie is coming.
He's just running late.

Hey, there's a gas station.

Pull over.

You got it.

- Hey.
- Zach, this, uh, fiend here is Thomas Ford...

My friend, former roommate,
and general hell-raiser.

Welcome, Thomas Ford.
What, uh, is the problem?

Um, Ford flew commercial

from the central South African Republic

with some apparent leg trouble.

Exactly. I traveled thousands of miles,

And he's mad because I screwed
up his plans with who?

- Alex.
- Alex. Alex?

I don't know. I stopped at Dawn,
buddy.

You met Alex, Ford.

We had four bottles of wine,
and you tried to kiss her.

Yeah, I don't remember names

until I'm sure they'll stick, my friend.

So what do you do over there

- in the central South African Republic?
- I take pictures.

You ever see that photo of the, uh,

Woman in Karachi holding her child...

the one with the, um...

With the eyes in front of the thing...

- You took that?
- Yeah.

I got it, I got it, I got the leg.
Thanks, Charles.

- My hero.
- All right.

Start a dopamine drip and get him pip tazo.

So what happened?
You, uh, get shot over there?

No. I got hit by a truck.

Got too close to the action.

They patched me up in a field hospital,

but I had a sense I should

- get home to a real doctor.
- Scissors.

- He flew like this?
- He greased the flight attendants.

Charles, my straight-laced chum.

Open up the present. You'll see why.

- Oh.
- Oh.

Charles...

you can fix this, right?

Where are you going?

To change.

I'm late, and I don't really want

to give my presentation in a pair of jeans.

- Ooh, I remember this one.
- What?

The inevitable breakdown that happens

whenever you think you're gonna be late.

Okay, this isn't a breakdown.

I have to give a speech
on the laparoscopic repair

of diaphragmatic injuries
in an hour and a half.

And the last time I checked, we were, oh,

two hours away from the damn hotel.

We're closer than two hours.

- No, no, no.
- No, it's okay, love.

I've got it.

Okay. So, uh...

do you want me to change
the dinner reservation then?

Uh, probably.

I'm sorry, honey. I know this
was supposed to be our weekend...

Give me that. Give me that.

Alex Reid, you gorgeous woman,

lover of Charles, healer of mankind.

Shouldn't you be in some
war zone somewhere, Ford...

sneaking into some beautiful woman's tent?

Alex, I love you.

I know Charles loves you.

But you're gonna have to stay...
for the moment at least...

separated, for I am in need of a physician.

And the physician I need is
the same man that you love.

Charles is his name.

Are you stoned?

No. No. It's probably the pain meds.

This is very real, I assure you.

There, she totally forgives you.

Stop talking, please.

Up his dopamine, and give
him 25 mikes of fentanyl.

And hit him over the
head with a baseball bat.

Hey, um,

I will get on the road as
soon as I can. But, um...

Ford's... kind of in a bad way.

In a bad way, like, hungover?

No. Bad like his leg is
mangled and he's septic.

- I'm sorry, honey. I gotta go.
- He's your friend.

- Fix his leg.
- I love you.

Love you.

You're
gonna have to muzzle that dog.

I know. He's aggressive.

You might want to get that checked out, man.

- What?
- The tattoo.

Whoever did that does not
know how to autoclave.

It's... You might want to get
checked out for hep-C as well,

by the looks of things.

It's pretty bad.

What are you, a lawyer?

No, I'm a doctor, man.

Honestly, that looks pretty damn fierce.

You could... you don't want
a deep infection, or...

Are you... are you feeling okay, man?

Yeah. Yeah.

- Are you feeling okay?
- Yeah.

- I'm really good. I just...
- Hey, energy drink,

You gonna pay or what?

Empty the cash.

- Whoa, dude!
- Right now. On the counter!

- Don't stand there! Do it!
- Okay.

Gimme your wallet. Gimme me your keys,

- phone, everything, now!
- Yeah. Y-you got it!

On the counter!
On the counter!

- Move it! Move it! Move it!
- Okay.

Hurry up! Hurry up!

Empty it! Let's go!

Quick, quick, quick, quick, quick! Motor!

Where's the safe?!

We don't have a safe.

- You don't have a safe?
- No.

- Hurry up! Hurry up!
- Look, okay.

These are my car keys, all right?

Okay, man, it's parked outside.

Take it.

That's it?! That's all?!

Dude, the car's worth a lot
of money. Just take it.

Joel, did you fi...

- Alex!
- Lie down!

- Lie down on the ground!
- Okay!

Give me the purse. Throw it to me.

- Okay, okay!
- Okay, buddy, you got what you wanted. It's...

You, move! Go! Go!

Stay down.

Where's the money?!

Why don't you have any more money?

- You have all our money!
- Shut up!

Joel!

I got it.

- Ugh!
- How is she?

Let me see it.

Ah, it hit her femoral vein.

She's bleeding out.

- What's your name?
- Diane.

Okay. Diane, we're doctors.

We're gonna take care of you.

Okay?

We need to check for an exit wound.

- Let's roll her.
- Yeah. You ready, Diane?

- Ow.
- Oh, yeah.

Yeah. There's an exit wound
here at the gluteal fold.

- Um, give me a second.
- Okay. Got it.

All right. Let's lower her.

I will keep pressure.

We've gotta call for medics.

You know, he's got my phone.

Mine was in my bag.

- Does the wall phone work, Diane?
- Yeah. Works great.

Okay, I got it.

I know you're scared,

but I'm here with you the whole way, okay?

Come on. Come on.

Yes, I would like an ambulance,
uh, at the gas station

off rural route 3, please.

We're on concession road 4.

Concession road 4 is what I meant.

- Stay with me.
- Okay, well... yes.

You're doing a good job, Diane.

Uh, I'm a doctor.
I'm telling you that we have

a woman here with a serious G.S.W.

in her upper thigh.

Okay. Uh, yeah, okay.

- What do we got?
- 45 minutes.

- What?
- I said 45 minutes, Alex.

Joel!

How long you guys been married?

All right, Thomas.

I'm going to tell you
exactly what's happening,

and I know you won't freak out.

Do I get more awesome
drugs if I do freak out?

You have a compound tibial
fracture, obviously.

It's broken in several places.

And that crazy-looking thing

is keeping your leg from falling apart.

But the whole thing is badly infected.

I gon... am I gonna lose my leg?

The infection has spread
to your lymph nodes.

So you might... you might lose your leg, yes.

Great.

A war photographer in a wheelchair.

You'll see all the women
tearing up over that one, huh?

Charlie...

Charles. Hombre....

I can't work with one leg.

We'll do the best we can, okay?

No, don't give me that line,
all right? Just...

fix my leg.

You'll let me do my job?

You're pissed off at me, huh?

For screwing up your weekend?

Yeah. Yeah, I am pissed off at you.

But Alex is gonna understand.
Because she knows I never

get to spend any quality time with you.

Oh, that's sweet.

- It is, isn't it?
- She must be the one.

We're gonna get
you through this, buddy.

Hey, Charles.

See ya on the other side.

Okay, so obviously these are for cars,

but they'll do for now.

I'm sorry I snapped at you before.

That's okay.

Diane, how are you feeling?

Cold as a well digger's ass.

Can you grab that blanket for me?

- You got it.
- Okay.

Diane, you're in shock.

We're gonna get you warm,
and we're gonna get you help.

Where's Jack?

Jack?

My husband.

Where's your husband, Diane?

He's outside.

Okay. Well, I'll go look for your husband

as soon as we get this
bleeding under control.

I had needles and sutures in my car.

Well, I hope he's enjoying his joyride.

Where's your car parked, Diane?

It's busted.

Jack's working on it.

That's good to know.

Pulse is thready.

Her wound won't stop oozing.

We need to tamponade the bleeding.

Okay, I need a tube, something narrow,

dental floss, and a condom.

Are you gonna MacGyver a balloon tamponade?

Yeah, we are.

Yes, ma'am.

This is bewildering.
It is really bewildering.

Every doctor gets a complaint at some point.

I mean, if you want to come in
and talk about it...

What? That would be absurd.

Hello.

What is that for?

I'm going into an 8-hour surgery.

I thought I'd get some sugar first.

Can I get your opinion on
something first, Dr. Lin?

I have a patient with a brain tumor.

And he's lodged a complaint against me.

- Why?
- Apparently,

I have bad bedside manner.

- Really?
- Well, you kinda do.

Now I have to tell him

That his tumor was wrapped
around his brain stem.

He's terminal.

See, don't say it like that.

Look, I don't see why
he expects false empathy

along with the facts.

It's not gonna change his outcome.

Well, not all empathy is false, right?

Mnh-mnh. Studies show that
patients actually do better

if they feel their doctor likes them.

Not mine.

You see, the brain... it has no nerves.

This whole thing is ridiculous.

Most of my patients can't even move.

You should be happy yours can still get mad.

I just don't know what he wants from me.

Look, those complaints
can haunt you, Shahir.

Medicine is like fast food these days.

Customer's always right.

You should take this seriously.

I gotta go.

See ya.

She's right.

Especially if you want to be chief one day.

I do want to be chief.

Except for the dealing with the people part.

But I would just delegate
that once I had the power.

Ay! Not that I would abuse the power.

No, no, no. I would be
a benevolent dictator.

Something a little bit
more nicer... benevolent.

That's the key word here. "Benevolent."

- Dr. Hamza...
- And if I was your...

Why don't you let me help you out?

How?

Come with me.

God, that ex-fix is gnarly.

I know. I've seen better surgical equipment

in the tower of London.

How did he get on a plane with that?

How? 'cause he's Thomas Ford, that's how.

He's... a maniac.

So we're doing an
above-the-knee amputation?

No. We are saving the leg.

His mess score is 8.

That usually indicates an amputation.

I've known this guy since college.

We're saving his leg.

Okay. Knife.

We'll cut away the infected tissue,

irrigate the wounds...

And see what we've got.

It's gonna be a long day.

Well, my weekend's already shot.

Um, Dr. Harris?

Hmm?

Maggots.

Are you sure you wanna save the leg?

All right, Diane.

This should put pressure
on your femoral vein

and stop the bleeding.

Here you go.

Thanks.

And for the record...

You know, Alex and I were never married.

You seem miserable enough.

Well, I asked her once, actually.

You did not.

What do you mean, I did not?

After you passed your board exams,

I made you that dinner.

You came home, off shift, late...

threw some noodles on,

and asked me if I wanted to get married.

- No ring.
- Okay, I was a first year resident.

Jack bought a ring from the vending machine.

See? Now that's romantic.

Not... "Hey, Alex,"

"do you want to try
the whole marriage thing?"

That's not my voice.

Okay, this is going to hurt,
but it's gonna get you better.

- Okay, you ready?
- Not really.

Here we go.

That's it.

- Good job, Diane.
- It's okay.

Hang in there.

That's it, Diane.

- Ohh!
- There we are.

- Did it go through?
- Yeah, you're looking good.

- Okay, thank you.
- Nice.

- Here we go.
- Yeah.

Very nice.

Looking good.

- Another one.
- Yeah.

The bleeding stopped, Diane.

Nice work. Look at that.

Where's Jack?

- Okay. I don't know how long it'll hold.
- Okay.

I'm gonna look for your husband now.

- Okay, Diane?
- Mm.

- You should wait here.
- Okay.

You did a good job. You were very brave.

Jack?!

Jack!

Hey! Hey, buddy. Jack.

Jack?

Jack, can you hear me?

Hey... now.

Can you hear me?

That's it. That's it. Welcome back.

There you go.

Kid in an Audi tried to run me over.

Actually, it was a Lexus.

Whatever it was, he was trying to hit me.

Well, I'd say that he succeeded.

He didn't hurt Diane, did he?

That kid looked shifty.

Your wife's gonna be just fine.

Tell me something.

Does this hurt?

Aah!

I'll take that as a "yes."

- Can you wiggle your toes?
- Uh-uh, yeah.

But my leg hurts like hell.

Is it broken?

Yeah, it is. Luckily, you're built like

a russian mountain climber, though,

so you're probably gonna be fine.

Do you have a creeper inside or something?

- Uh-uh, yeah.
- All right.

Just... I'll be right back,
okay? Trust me.

- Okay, all right.
- Stay still.

Uh-huh.

Alex!

- Hey!
- Joel?

I found Jack.

He's got a broken femur, a concussion,

he might even have a spinal fracture.

Car threw him at least 10 feet.

Can you move him?

Well, I can't just leave him out there.

How's she doing in there?

Hanging in there, barely.

You know what we could use right now?

- An ambulance.
- Yeah.

Okay. Let's do some role-playing.

Zach will be our patient.

Hey, Zach. Do you mind, uh,

doing some role-playing with us?

Um, sure, yeah. Can I have an eye patch?

- Sure.
- Okay.

My patient doesn't have an eye patch.

- Then no. All right...
- Okay. Whoa-whoa.

What do I got? Like,
a brain problem, I guess?

- A glioma.
- Yikes. No, I can do that.

Okay, what do I do for a living?

Oh, you play the piano.

Okay, yeah.

Am I more like, uh, like Liberace?

Or like Billy Joel?

Are you-are you asking
about your sexuality?

No. I'm asking about my style of playing.

But wait, am I gay or am I straight?

Well, you should know by now.

- Doesn't matter.
- You should...

Okay, then just riddle me this...

am I a thin guy or am I a fat guy?

It doesn't matter, De Niro.

You're thin, and that's not a riddle.

Let's just start.

- Zach, you be the patient.
- Okay.

Shahir, try to talk to
him about his condition.

Okay.

Okay.

What are you doing, Dr. Miller?

What... I'm being a thin pianist.

It sounds like you said "thin penis."

- Just give him the news.
- You do.

Huh? All right.

Give him the news.

Mr. Penn, you're gonna die.

What?

Why? I don't understand.
I'm a good Christian.

Okay, so make eye contact, speak slowly,

use active listening.

Don't be afraid to use physical contact.

Well, your... tumor has
enveloped your brain stem.

I've never seen anyone survive this, ever.

I should also mention...
perhaps tangentially...

that the efficacy of pray
in these circumstances

has been shown to be of limited benefit.

How's that?

All right, Jack. We do not
have a neck immobilizer,

but we do have this...

Fine pillow from your
wonderful store... $9.95.

And I'm gonna duct tape
your head to keep it stable.

I owe you 5 bucks for that, too, mate.

Oh, and the best part
is when we take it off,

you get a free haircut.

Diane likes my hair.

- Yeah? What else does Diane like?
- Ah...

poker... wine...

- Public radio.
- How about you?

What kind of music do you like?

Uh, classic rock.

My dad liked that.

Do you like to crank it in the garage

when you're working on your cars?

Yeah. Diane likes bluegrass.

- Opposites attract.
- Yeah.

That's how you know
you're gonna be with someone, right?

'Cause they make you mad?

Okay, we're good to go.

Okay.

We're gonna be okay.

Hey! Hey!

You just gotta listen to my voice.

We're gonna get you guys out of this.

Okay.

- Anything?
- Nothing.

Okay, let's get him inside.

This is gonna be a bumpy ride.

Okay.

- Just hold tight, buddy.
- Okay.

I think I got 'em all.

And that, ladies and gentlemen,
is why I gave up composting.

And the presence of maggots in the wound

means what, Dr. Lin?

That the patient delayed seeking treatment.

That the patient's leg is
severely infected.

That the patient has
a very high pain threshold.

Basically, your friend is a superhero.

I mean, this guy is insane, right?

There's a bunch of metal artifact

from old wounds in here.

Shrapnel, probably.

Is-is that a bullet?

Yeah.

They fixed you up good, Jack.

Yeah.

Well, your husband's got a cardboard splint.

And I got blood all over your blanket.

So you might want to reserve judgment.

- You hanging in okay, sweetness?
- Yep.

I'm doing good.

- Joel.
- Yeah.

He didn't get the lockbox.

You know how much was in there?

- No.
- 85 bucks.

Nearly got us killed for
less than 100 bucks.

That's love.

Hi, this is Dr. Alex Reid.

My colleague called at least an hour ago.

We're at the gas station
on concession road 4.

I've got a G.S.W. and a man who
was run over by a car here.

We need help. Any kind
of help would be great.

No. I-I'm not yelling.

- Thank you.
- Where's the ambulance?

On its way to town with our meth head in it.

He crashed your car.

Okay. So...

are they sending another ambulance?

Yeah, from Cobourg.

That's two hours away.

- Hey.
- Diane?

- Diane?
- What's going on?

Her shock is getting worse.

And... abracadabra.

- An antibiotic nail.
- That's right.

Now it sounds like exactly what it is.

We hammer this into the tibial canal,

it stabilizes the fracture

and fights the infection at the same time.

Neat.

Now clean this up and
expose the screw holes.

Got it.

Hey, is this your pal with the, uh,

iron maiden on his leg?

Yeah, word travels fast, huh?

Oh, my god.

What the hell happened to him?

Bit of a long story, Dana.

Well, you want me to put
a free flap on that?

That is the plan, Dana, yep.

Oh, wow.

I wished you'd called before I came down,

'cause there's no way.

Well, I can't just leave it exposed.

Yeah, but to put in a free flap,

I have to borrow muscle from the other leg,

leaving a big hole.

And then, say the flap doesn t take,
gets infected.

Now the guy's got two bad legs.

Or it goes the other way.

And the healthy muscle helps
mobilize the antibiotics,

and helps fight the
infection better. Mallet.

Jesus, Charlie. The leg's a goner.

Cut it off!

Anybody else smell smoke?

Charlie, you have to amputate. Face it.

Dana, I know the patient,
and we have to try.

You want me to cut a piece off his good leg

and sew it onto the bad leg.

And if it doesn't take,

you're just prolonging his suffering.

Suffering, he can handle.

- It's kind of his thing.
- If you go down this road,

there's no turning back. You're committed.

So no more bikini contests.
He'll get over that.

Dana, every major decision
I've made in my life,

I've asked this guy's advice.

He's like a brother to me.

I owe him this. So...

help me.

All right.

Thank you.

Put in the locking screws
and dress the wound.

Mm-hmm.

Her pulse is 130.

- And she's unconscious.
- She must still be bleeding out.

- Check it.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

No.
The tamponade is still holding,

But she's lost a lot of blood.

There's at least 2 liters on the floor here.

Yeah, she needs fluids.

She needs blood.

Yeah, she does.

- I'm O-negative. Universal donor.
- And she can have my blood.

I-I can... just give us a second
while we figure this out, Jack.

No, why don't you stop
talking and do something?

Okay, we will do something about it, Jack.

Just... why don't you just
hold your wife's hand

for-for a second while I talk to Dr. Reid?

Come talk to me.

Alex, are you seriously talking
about doing a live transfusion?

- It could save her life.
- Yeah, or not.

Either way, you are out of your mind.

Well, she's gonna die

if she doesn't get some fluids in her.

And a root beer out of the fridge

isn't gonna do it.

Okay, you're talking about
cutting into your wrist,

okay, the cephalic vein.
Now you are a surgeon.

Okay, you're a magnificent surgeon.

Your hands are your life.

Aren't we supposed to help people, Joel?

Isn't that why we're surgeons?

But if you cut a tendon,
or if you cut an artery,

you might not be able to operate again.

Well, I won't, if I'm such a good surgeon.

Now I need something that
I can use as a needle.

Alex, I'm telling you,
this is a terrible idea.

I know it is.

So help me.

Would you like me to turn this TV on?

No.

I can get a volunteer

to come in and get you some juice,
maybe a magazine...

Is it just me, or are you talking...

really loud?

It's quite normal after brain surgery

for things to seem very noisy and bright.

How are you feeling?

Terrible.

I hear you saying, "you feel terrible."

I feel like somebody just...

banged my head against the ground.

Mm-hmm. I hear you saying,
"you feel like somebody"

- "has banged your head against the..."
- Stop.

Dr. Hamza. I...

I complained about your bedside manner

because you seemed completely unaware

that I was a human being...

with feelings. But this is...

This is worse.

I just-I just don't know how to be.

Just be yourself.

Well, I have very bad news.

The surgery didn't go as well as I'd hoped.

We weren't able to remove all of the tumor.

And I just find people
so confusing sometimes.

I get it. I get it.

Tell me about your humming.

I-I've heard you humming.

What? This?

Hmm.

"Gymnop?die no. 1" by Erik Satie.

I've always preferred Mozart. More notes.

My life's work so far

has been recording all
of Satie's piano pieces,

but...

I don't think I'm going
to get around to this one.

You may. Hmm?

You have a month.

I, um...

I think
I'm gonna close my eyes

for a moment, if you don't mind.

Hey, man...

you can't smoke in here.

Dude, I'm a ghost.

Well, I... heard your real lungs.

So... just do me a favor. Don't.

Lay it on me.

- What?
- The...

advice.

Come on, man. You've been
telling me what to do

since we were, what, 19 years old?

So, what do I do about...

- this?
- What, seeing ghosts?

- Yeah.
- You might have finally stumped me, Charles.

Kinda being serious this time.

I could use some help.

Okay, look. I don't, uh...

I don't know what's happening here.

But, uh...

it is mind-blowingly cool, Charlie.

So my advice... my advice is to embrace it.

- Use it.
- How?

I don't know. I don't know.

If it was me...

Rwanda, Kosovo, Sierra Leone.

Kids and mothers being
murdered coldheartedly.

Enter Charlie.

You talk to the spirits,
you find out what happened.

You get names, ranks.

You see what I'm saying here, Charlie?

The wrongs that you could make right.

This-this-this is...

huge, man.

I'll think about it.

No. Unh-unh.

That means no.

Say yes.

Thomas...

Boom! Yes! Me and you kickin' ass!

Ah, I love this.
You're gonna love this.

Oh, look. I have to get
back to your surgery.

Mm.

Okay, so,

I will do the saphenous
cut-down on Diane's ankle.

And then I'll cut myself.
We need to make sure

she doesn't get an air embolism.

And I'll wait to cannulate
until the tube's been primed.

Perfect. Once it has... drip, drip, drip.

Yeah.

You know,

She could reject your blood.

We'll know within the first few minutes.

'Cause she'll die.

Or she'll bleed out and
die 15 minutes from now.

Yeah.

Let's do it.

Yep.

Here we go.

You're both gonna go septic from this,

you know that, right?

Sterility in trauma is a luxury.

Besides...

that ambulance is just a few minutes away.

Okay.

We've got some flow.

Yes.

Okay.

And tube's primed.

How about I count down two minutes?

If she makes it through this, we're gold.

Okay. She seems stable.

You know, this is more fun

than giving my presentation
on diaphragmatic repair.

Well, it's a little bit more interesting.

Just saying.

What, that I'm not a
scintillating public speaker?

You kind of have this, uh...

It's like this adorable clumsiness

whenever you get nervous.

And... time.

It's working.

Is she gonna be okay?

She's hanging in there, Jack.

Okay?

Yeah.

Okay. The minute that pulse hits 100,

I'm gonna take that tube out of you.

Then, young lady,
we're gonna find you a juice

and a delicious cookie.

Yes, sir.

Hey.

Shouldn't you be at home?

I can't.

I feel...

something.

What are you still doing here?

I'm waiting for Maggie
to get out of surgery.

Right.

So, things go badly with your patient?

Yes.

Ever since Victor and I broke up,

I haven't replaced him.

It's okay to be single.

No. I mean...

Look, I get a lot of sexual "sugar,"
like you say.

I just haven't found...

I haven't found love.

As stifling as love is.

But you're happy. Doesn't matter.

My point is, my patient today told me,

you know, just to be myself.

So what if that means I can
never be close to people?

Hmm?

Uh... eh... sit... further away.

Shahir, love and closeness are feelings,

but they consist of gestures.

What we do matters the most.

So then why bother with
your stupid exercises?

Hmm?

Hey.

Hey. How was the surgery?

Maggots. Bullets. Rotting flesh.

It was, uh, it was amazing.

Do you own anything camo?

I have some green socks.

Hmm.

I want you to put them on

and tell me about how much you hate war.

I actually do hate war.

That's great. Um...

but say it like you have
a bullet in your leg.

Aah! I hate war!

Yeah. I can work with that.

Uh... so-so the socks are your gesture?

In this case, yeah.

Nice work, everyone.

Well, looks like you made the right call.

I think that flap's gonna take.

Thank you, Dana.

Sure.

Mm.

Charlie Harris.

Okay. Well, I think you've made...

I think you've made a mistake, but...

Thank you.

Everything okay?

It appears that, uh,
Thomas Ford is not insured.

Ooh. Too much time out of the country, huh?

Yeah, that, and he's unemployed.

I thought he got hurt on assignment.

Me, too.

Ah.

How you feeling?

Little woozy, to be honest.

Pulse is 95. I'm calling it, okay?

Mm.

Why don't you get some rest? I got this.

Sounds good.

Oh, pain bite.

Pain.

Morphine pump. Squeeze.

You big baby.

You know, you're welcome
for saving your leg.

Thank you.

You know if you're in trouble,
I can help you, right?

You know, huh?

Yep.

Yeah, I called the magazine,

and they told me they... fired you.

What happened?

It's nothing.

It was time to move on.

The whole thing was blown out of proportion.

Was it drugs?

Come on, man.

Then... what?

Two guys were about to
set another guy on fire.

I told them to "stop, don't do this."

They laughed.

So I shot one of them.

Well... you got a shot at what?

No.

I shot a man. I killed him.

Jesus, Ford.

I've seen hundreds of people killed.

They always come up to me,
you know, as they're dying.

"Help me."

And I take a step back, get the picture.

I'm half-in, I'm half-out. I...

I finally had to pick a side.

Anyway, I'm freelancing now. It's better.

You should come with me, Charles.

You ever seen Angola? Huh?

Next time, huh?

Yeah. Right.

Hey, uh, grab my camera in there, will ya?

Thanks.

Get over here.

No.

Come on. Get your ugly mug over here.

Say "cheese."

Cheese.

Dude, you look like a ghost, man.

You got some more bad news for me, doctor?

Actually, I'm going to do something for you.

For me?

More for me. Either way.

Now, let's get you out of this.

Wow, you are really hooked
up here, aren't you?

Let's call a nurse.

Nurse!

Okay, so I know you're
probably used to Steinways,

but this is the best I could do.

I don't really feel up for a concert.

No, I'm gonna play for you.

You don't have to do this.

You know, my mother made me
take lessons when I was a kid.

At first, I thought it was a curse,

then in med school,

It was kind of a respite
from talking to patients.

Okay. So I have to warn you,

I'm, uh, really...

really rusty. Hmm.

Okay. So?

How was it?

Truth? Hmm?

It was, um...

it was pretty bad.

But it was also, um...

it was also pretty great.

Thank you.

I'm officially withdrawing my complaint.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Yeah, I still think you
should let the E.R. docs

- keep you overnight.
- Hell, no.

That was the purest I've
felt in a long time.

You know, just acting on instinct.

Not thinking, just doing.

Yep.

We made a good team.

This is me.

Yes. It is.

Oh, hey.

Yeah?

Uh, you should probably...

you should probably change the, uh, bandages

before you go to bed.

Just... I don't want
the hand getting infected.

Right. Thanks.