The Resident (2018–…): Season 2, Episode 12 - Fear Finds a Way - full transcript

- Previously on The Resident...
- You're free to go.

- What?
- You made bail.

Let's get you your clothes
and get you out of here.

- Well, have I convinced you?
- No, I did my homework.

Your new VNS device is top-rated.

Cheers.

You're telling me

that Bell thinks these hands
killed Bradley Jenkins.

- You want my advice?
- Always.

Learn humility.
You make a mistake, own it.

It'll make you a better doctor.



I'm benching myself from surgery
until further notice.

How are things at the clinic with Alec?

He seems to really care
about what we're doing.

Can I open my eyes yet?

Watch your step.

Conrad, where are we?

What's that smell? Is that banana bread?

Okay.

Open them.

It's coffee cake, the candle.

Jane called me yesterday.

Owner's a friend.

No open house yet, but
Dr. Hawkins caught my son's IBD

last summer, so I owe him.



What do you think?

It's beautiful.

No more overnight bags.

Our own place.

Wait, is this for us?

Yes, of course it's for us.

I mean, look at this yard.

We get a hot tub,

- raise chickens.
- Chickens?

What?

Yeah. Why not?

And it's walking distance from Chastain

and two blocks from Trini Taqueria.

And I love all that. Um...

But I mean, how are we gonna afford this?

The rent's basically

what we pay for two places now, so...

Look, take your time.

Look around. Just let me know by tonight.

Hey, what's your name?

- Jenessa.
- Okay, what brought you in...

cough, cold, chest pain?

Do I get in faster if I say all of them?

Nausea and vomiting. Got it.

- Nurse Myrick is on her way.
- Good.

- We need backup.
- As a patient.

It's like half Atlanta has the flu,

and the other half thinks they do.

Smiles, what are you here for?

I woke up this morning with the chills,

but I've never been happier in my life.

He's in love. Don't get him started.

Her name is Sue.

Oh, she has this adorable cockapoo.

But yeah, so we went out
for the first time last night,

and I've never felt this way before.

It's... I mean, this girl...

Gentlemen, how much more do
I got to hear about this chick?

I came in with an eye problem,
now I wish it was my ears.

Whoa...

I am so sorry.

It's fine. Kid's got a good arm.

Hello, key lime pie.

From admin, to boost morale.

Oh, yeah. We need it.

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

No, get your own.

Get your own!

No communal food during flu season.

You're a monster, Pravesh.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Listen up, people.

For some of you,
Christmas has come again.

My 30-year-old hernia

- goes to my man Dr. Tolman.
- Thank you, Raptor.

I dig your tension-free mesh
repair method.

Dr. Richter,

my cholecystectomy this morning is yours.

Go with God.

These are your patients.

Were.

Until Bradley's death

opened my eyes to my crippling ego.

I have a penance to serve.

So I am guest lecturing today
at Billings University.

I figure I'd leave the cutting
to more humble hands.

Dr. Nolan. My splenectomy...

- are you up to the task?
- You know it, man.

- Mina will assist.
- Oh...

up top.

You know he's just
having me babysit you, right?

- Thank you, Jessica.
- Mm-hmm.

Could somebody please
give me the surgical schedule

for... for the CEO?

Thank you.

Have fun.

Never been a fan of pineapple.

You?

I want to know who Gordon Page
did business with

- before Chastain.
- Uh-huh.

Find out everything you can about

"the man who may save medicine."

But Chastain's already in
business with him, aren't we?

Currently, yes.

So... mind if I ask
why I'm doing research?

Just... think of this as an opportunity

for you to keep this job.

Got it. Oh, also, my mom called again.

She needs to talk with you.

Um, I'll...

- Yeah, I'll call her. Later.
- Thought you'd like to see this.

Oh.

No, no, no.

Yeah.

Don't worry, Dr. B. I got you.

Thank you, Grayson.

You can go.

Oh, actually,

I heard it's bad this year.

Do you want me to swipe you
an extra flu shot?

That's... No.

That's not the way shots work, so no.

Oh.

What am I looking at?

Two more elective surgeries
have cancelled.

- This-this flu season is killing us.
- How bad is it down there?

- What you about, man, huh?
- What's up, little man?

- What's up, little...
- What's up, man? What's your problem?

- Man, are you kidding?
- I've been here for six hours, man.

- Oh, hell no.
- Come on,

- you want to come at me?
- What you got?!

- Come on, bro. Let's go!
- Hold it.

Hey!

Get over here.

Ear muffs, on.

Asses in seats,

hands in pockets.

Should we do something?

- Look, we're all sick.
- I think she's got it covered.

And tired.

But we're just... we're...

We got... Oh, man...

Oh...

Doc, do you want to help her?

Hey. Hey!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, take it easy. All right.

Okay. All right. Let's see.

How long have you been running a fever?

No clue. I run hot. So I...

Heard a badass broke up
a fight in the ER.

Nic. I was wondering
if I was gonna get to see you.

- Of course I'd come see you.
- You didn't think I'd page her?

- Come on.
- Good boy.

I heard a rumor you were
her favorite guard

during her stint in prison.

Yeah, and she was one
of my favorite inmates, too.

Mm. Sorry to say, I have
no plans on going back there.

How's your girlfriend?

Oh, in Tampa. We broke up.

- Oh.
- No, we'll stay friends.

No, scratch that. No, we won't.

So how are you lovebirds?

Yeah. Good.

So, you have any idea
what's wrong with me?

Well, your blood work
shows very low platelets.

- That doesn't sound good.
- Mm, you'll need a transfusion,

but it's nothing to panic about.

Yeah, she's right.

Let us run a few tests.

We'll figure this out.

Where will I find Dr. Shaw?

Dr. Bell. What a surprise.

Please tell me you didn't come
all the way down here

- to cut our funding.
- Oh, no.

I can do that via e-mail.

Then to what do I owe this honor?

Well, I understand you have an
expertise in infectious disease

and flu season has our ER short-staffed.

You don't want paranoid patients
scaring off profitable ones.

But I don't have privileges at Chastain.

Check again. I had you instated.

Well, then I'd be happy
to help thin the crowd.

Glad to hear it.

In exchange
for a few ultrasound machines.

Oh, sorry. They're all spoken for.

Ah, too bad. So am I.

One ultrasound.

- Three.
- Two.

Done.

An open splenectomy is faster. Ten blade.

For the surgery, yes,
but not the recovery.

And a minimally invasive
approach has less complications.

Chastain has more
than adequate facilities

to help Mr. Fleming with his recovery.

And the hospital bills
the insurance ten times more...

No wonder Bell likes you.

Allow me to make this a teachable moment.

Please don't.

We're a perfect match.

Is it weird if, when we're
married, I take her name?

It was one date, Sam.

Now get this, we're both
closer to our moms,

love Thai fusion and trap music.

So does most of Atlanta.

She just went hiking in Yosemite.

I did the same hike last year.

Match made in heaven.

- So how's your breathing?
- Fine.

Well, my heart's racing a little bit,

- but that's probably...
- Aw, don't say

it's 'cause of Sue.

Oh, come on man, you never felt
that connection with someone?

Oh, you totally have.
Who is she? What happened?

Don't tell me she got away. Oh.

I can't let that happen with Sue.

She leaves for Spain tonight.
I got to see her

- before she goes. Am I good?
- You're dehydrated.

I'm gonna keep you for IV fluids.

Sit tight.

I'm about to make
an announcement, so just

sit tight, okay, you guys?
Please, please, please

- keep thinking.
- Hey, what's going on?

- Uh, right side.
- Ask him.

You guys are together... that's perfect.

Um... okay, listen up.

Okay, people, it's 1918, okay?
No microwaves,

Babe Ruth is pitching,

and life expectancy drops 12 years.

Anyone know why? Was it World War I?

Wrong. War only killed nine million,

but the Spanish flu
killed over 50 million people.

Do I have your attention yet?

All right? I've divided you into thirds.

Left side got their flu shots,
right side didn't.

Middle group, you guys
can't seem to remember.

Middle group, do better.

Right side, stay.

Left side, good news: you're
going home with a care bag.

Chances are you'll catch
something worse waiting here.

All right?

Move for me, let's do it. All right.

Gonna get you all better,

- promise.
- Thank you.

It's like Moses parting the Red Sea.

When the next wave comes, get creative.

I don't really want to raise chickens.

Definitely seemed like

you wanted to raise some chickens.

Look, I don't have my heart
set on that place anyway.

We could check out some others.

Uh...

I think I just...

need a minute.

I get it. It's...

a big decision.

You called for an extra set of eyes?

Hey, yes. Thank you for coming.

We were hoping that
an infectious disease doctor

could tell us not to worry as much

as we are.

Our patient Meg has petechiae,
her fever's rising.

Hasn't responded to treatment.

Leukocyte inclusions
in the cytoplasm of neutrophils.

Right. And Dohle bodies
and toxic granulations.

And she's around a high-risk
population in the jail.

I mean, are we crazy,

or could this be a new, rampant flu?

I'm hoping you're crazy,
but you might be right,

which means we have to assume the worst.

It's possible Meg has a type of flu

that we don't even have a name for yet.

She could be highly contagious.

Look out!

We need to take precautions until we know

what we're dealing with.

Stop whatever it is from spreading.

What we need to do

is stop one patient from becoming 1,000.

Get your head up, get back, Meg.

Deep breath for me. Deep breath.

It's okay, we're gonna take care of you.

Deep breath.

Breathe in for me.

Can I panic now?

You call the CEO

before you initiate quarantine
at his hospital.

I know how you like to operate,
Dr. Hawkins, but it's a rule.

There's a good chance we contained this.

You contained one patient. I have to stay

ahead of the curve to contain
fear among hundreds of patients

and an entire staff.

You guys realize you're
saying the same thing, right?

We all want to solve this
as soon as possible.

What are the facts right now?

At this point, we only have theories,

the leading one being a possible
epidemic strain of flu.

I've got something.

It may not be infectious.

Meg's taking levothyroxine
for low thyroid function.

So we could have held off on the tent

- and all the speculation it generates.
- No, because

there's a better chance
this is infectious.

Meg also said that some of the
inmates at the prison were sick.

They could've had visitors
who traveled internationally.

- I mean, she doesn't know.
- Jails are a nest for disease.

This could be where her symptoms started.

Levothyroxine or jail.

An etiological fork in the road.

I'm not gonna gamble,

so go down both avenues.

Okay, I'll get her started
on broad-spectrum antibiotics

and send a thyroid panel

off to the lab, but my gut instinct...

- It came from the jail.
- Right.

So I'll head there, try to find

whoever or whatever made Meg sick.

I'll go with Alec.

Are you sure you want to go back there?

I know the lay of the land.

Well, handle this discreetly.

Rumors of an outbreak
are just gonna fuel the chaos.

We have to thin the ER again
before a riot breaks out.

Dr. Shaw said to get creative.

Ooh. M... Mm, I got nothing.

Okay, listen up.

If your temperature checked in
over 100 go to the left.

If you're over 65 or have
a chronic medical condition,

make your way to the right.

Uh, who are these people
and why are they in VIP?

Flu patients. ER's overflowing,
but you've got space.

Orders came from you-know-who
from you-know-where.

We'll be out in 90 minutes flat.

Thinking outside the box
might lead to Bell

putting our medical careers
in a pine box.

Never thought I'd be back here so soon.

As a nurse?

Inmate. Cell block 6.

Relax. I was framed
for breaking and entering.

Liquor store?

Oncology clinic.

Well, either way,

- I'm impressed.
- Mm. I'm sure you've fought

some incredible battles
practicing medicine

- all over the world.
- Uh, here and there.

But I never stayed
in one place long enough

to stir up Nic Nevin's kind of trouble.

What about now?

Is the clinic just a pit stop

or you planning on
sticking around for a while?

We'll see where tomorrow takes me.

Today I'm just trying
to find patient zero.

This could take a while.

Conrad got Meg's test results.

It's not a thyroid storm.

As predicted.

Now we try to find an atypical
infection in the crowd.

Mm-hmm.

Hello, ladies, up here. Hi.

Uh, this is Nurse Nevin.

I'm Dr. Shaw.

Uh, it's a life-or-death situation today,

so I really need your cooperation.

If you check the following three
boxes, please raise your hand.

We want triple threats only.

Rash... anywhere from the ankles up.

Swelling in the pits, neck, or groin.

Sky-high fever.

Me, over here.

Betsy, faking it

to the infirmary...
not gonna happen today,

unless you're actually sick.

- She was my cellmate.
- Wow.

The unhealthy trinity.

They've gotten something from Meg,

given it to Meg, or none of the above.

Well, we've isolated one.
Now we interrogate three.

The rash started around the time
I got cleanup duty.

When was that?

- Few months ago.
- Is it just on your arms?

- Yeah.
- Latex allergy.

Mild fever.

Have you had this your whole life?

- Maybe.
- It's a birthmark.

Okay.

- Flu shot?
- Don't offer 'em.

- Any direct contact with Meg?
- Just about every day.

These marks on your hand...
can I see them?

Yeah, but it ain't a rash.

Are those bites?

I feed a family of pigeons on the yard.

One of them's got a bad attitude.

Did Meg feed them, too?

So I feed a few pigeons

and now I'm gonna die
of what... bird flu?

You may not have the flu at all.
We think it might be

cryptococcosis.

It's a fungal infection

you can get from pigeon droppings.

Listen, Handsome Head,

I been shivved twice,

several concussions,

mononucleosis, shingles.

I-If it's bad, tell me.

I want to know exactly
what's making you sick

before I answer that.

Do you want to call someone...
friends, family?

Just...

tell them where you are?

I'd like to call my ex-girlfriend,

but I really blew that one.

Looks like I'm not so good

at this relationship thing.

Not so sure I am either.

You better tighten it up.

Nic's a catch. She's a gem.

Don't let that one go.

Doing my best.

You hang tight.

Be back to do the scope on your lungs.

I got the answers you want.

- You ready for this?
- Just spit it out.

The last hospital
QuoVadis was involved with

was Jacksonville General.

Gordon worked with them extensively...

Define "extensively".

It was the hospital where he ran trials

for another device of some kind.

Which device?

Who was the CEO?

- Uh, okay, you lost me.
- Oh, for crying out loud.

I'll do it myself.

The charge nurse needs me
to speak to a patient,

so you get one more chance
to get this right.

I need to talk to the CEO
Gordon did business with.

It's not just about the where,
it's also about the whom.

- Totally makes sense.
- Do...

- Really?
- Yeah, I get it.

- I will-I will do that.
- Okay.

Okay. Good talk.

Hey. You paged?

I did.

I saw something that made me nervous.

I want to see if it makes you nervous.

In here.

Hey, Sam.

Mm, Dr. Pravesh, you're back.

- Good to see you, man.
- How we feeling, Sam?

Well, pretty lousy, actually.

When'd you get that rash?

Uh, I don't know.

Definitely nervous.

We need help with a patient move.

Hundley, we need to
limit exposure to other patients

- and all hospital staff.
- Masks. I'm on it.

Angelique.

Masks, people. Keep it moving, folks.

- Here you go, sweetheart. Put that on.
- Why do we need masks?

- Does he have Ebola?
- It's just procedure.

Hundley, get a mask on.

Mask, please.

Sam, I'm gonna put this mask
on you, okay?

Ready?

- Yep.
- Let's go.

What's going on? Where...
where are you moving me?

Isolation.

So I thought you said
you had this under control.

Now there are two more patients
with worsening symptoms.

Spiking fevers, hemorrhaging.
And people are afraid

- they're caught in an outbreak.
- Nobody thinks that.

Trending hashtag...
"the outbreak hospital"...

- says otherwise.
- This is not an outbreak.

I did a bronchoscopy
to check for cryptococcus.

We have confirmed it is not fungal.

So you know what it's not,
but you still have

no idea what it is. Marburg, Lassa.

All viral hemorrhagic fevers
are still on the table.

That's why we have
PAPR suits just in case.

And we've already contacted the CDC.

Whatever it is, we are
prepared to handle it.

Emory will handle it. The only
thing you need to prepare

- is your transfer summary.
- Hold on.

You are not transferring these patients.

I am. Because a two-patient problem
risks being

a Chastain nightmare.

If these infections keep getting worse,

a helicopter ride
could be a death sentence.

Emory is a top-tier
infectious disease hospital.

The federal government literally

pays them to take charge
of this scenario.

Emory is tasked with
taking care of patients

other hospitals
are incapable of managing.

But we are all over this thing.

I beg to differ.

Gonna take me a couple hours
to arrange the chopper

and the transfers.
That's how long you have.

If you can diagnose and treat
before it lands,

then... great.

Job well done.

If you see blood, it's your own.

The room is cold, the scalpel is sharp.

I can assure you and your weak stomach

he will not bleed.

I'm sorry. He, uh, s-still looks...

Looks alive.

He's not.

The first time you step into the OR

your patient will look dead,

but he won't be.

It's a tricky thing
to wrap your head around.

In the OR

you must only follow your instinct.

Everything else, you check at the door.

Watch.

This damn valve is too big.

No, I think
you're holding it upside down.

Which is, I believe, what Julian

was trying to tell you.

Uh, what's in the box?

Seven QuoVadis heart valves.

And why are they here?

I want you to put them
through the pulse duplicator.

And why are you here?

I'm helping someone get back
to where they belong

and you have reached the ceiling
on your consecutive questions,

so run the tests.

Okay, pump it harder.

And this time,

mimic the flow of blood
of an agile patient.

A-A little more.

We are gonna be in so much trouble.

The valves aren't strong enough
for a younger, active patient.

Like Bradley.

He can't breathe. What should I do?

I'll be right in.

What's going on?

Sam's oxygen sats are dropping.

I'm on it.

Meg, don't get out of bed.

Hey, good to go.

He's not protecting his airway.
I need to intubate.

She's seizing!

Meg, hold on.

I can't get an airway.

She's gonna aspirate.

Nic, what are you doing?
It's not safe without the suit.

There's no time for a suit.

She was gonna aspirate
into her lungs and die.

You would have done the same thing.

- I told you I had it.
- I heard what you said.

I made the call.

Let's just get back to work.

Nic...

you've been exposed.

I know.

I'll stay in isolation.

Masks on. Doors closed.

Nothing to see but definitely
something to catch

if you don't cover your faces
and clear the way.

Milosh! Golden Girls is on now.

- Golden Girls?
- Yeah. Get back in your room.

Nice assist.

Nice block.

No brain bleed.

So her seizure was caused
by the infection.

Lymph nodes are filled with fluid.

Immunoglobulins just came back.

Abnormally low.

Compromised immune system explains

the rapid progression of the symptoms.

Not much time before we lose her.

I'll identify the infection
once I get a fluid sample

from a needle aspiration.

Two needle aspirations: Meg

and Sam.

Feel fine.

Keeping the suit on
just in case I'm not infected.

Was my concern that obvious?

Hopefully we have a diagnosis soon.

We can get you both out of here.

Well, apart from the potential

of having a life-threatening infection,

living in isolation hasn't been so bad.

Conrad, things got crazy
around here today;

otherwise I would have
found you to talk to.

Eh, don't worry. House is off the table.

- I let it go.
- You did what?

Eh, it just didn't feel right.

But we can keep looking.

If you even want to.

Alec needs that sample ASAP,

so we better get that transfer ready.

Where are my disciples?

Sharing a six-foot sub, paid for by me.

You bought them a man sandwich?

Yes.

All to get you alone
so I could admit to your face

that you are a god.

I'm listening eagerly,
but I'm very hungry.

Did you order me anything?

Oh, God. You are arrogant and
your ego could fill this room,

but you're gonna shut
your ass up and listen, August.

I ran seven QuoVadis valves
through a pulse simulator.

I think I can prove
that Bradley's death was caused

by a device error, not an operator error.

Desperation is not
a good look on you, Mina.

Manipulation is even worse.

Are you calling me a liar?

I'm saying, when I was
a young, spongey pup,

I would have done anything to
get my mentor, Abe Benedict back

- if he were circling down the drain.
- Oh, that's not what I'm doing.

The same Abe Benedict
who vouched for QuoVadis valves.

Who showed me that my ego
was what most likely

caused Bradley his death.

So no, Mina, it's not
that I don't trust you.

I just trust him a hell of a lot more.

Well, he's wrong, and you're stubborn.

If the point of this whole penance

is to get yourself to listen,

then I suggest you start listening.

Bradley was not your fault.

Yersinia pestis.

Black Death itself.

It's not just any plague.

Multi-drug resistant.

It's the most unusual
presentation I've ever heard of.

And this strain is resistant
to every antibiotic but colistin.

We need to get the patients
the right treatment immediately.

We need to get Nic on prophylaxis.

Stat.

And Sam's bacterial load
is much higher than Meg's.

He's had this for longer.

So Sam infected Meg.

We need to find out where Sam's been.

Whoever got him infected is out there

spreading it all over Atlanta.

Sam's intubated,
but I know who can help us.

Black Plague.

That's quite a zebra. Ever seen it?

Ten cases a year in the United States,

mostly on the West Coast.

Sam brought it here,
but someone gave it to him.

What did he tell you in the ER?

You mean what didn't he tell me.

Okay, replay it all.

We need to know where he went,
who he saw.

Okay. He picked flowers in Piedmont Park.

Um, he basically spent
the entire day primping

for a first date
with his future wife, Sue.

Wait. She hikes.

- She just hiked.
- Hiked where?

Yosemite.

Yosemite is a hotbed
for plague carried by fleas.

She could be our patient zero.

What did dispatch say?

Busted down Sue's front door.
Found her minimally responsive,

thready pulse.

Get her isolated. Let's go.

Okay, ready?

One, two, three.

- Buboes.
- We need more access.

Septic shock.

All right, I'll put in the
central line. Give me the kit.

Fluids and antibiotics.

Remember, this is
a multi-drug resistant strain.

Already talked to the pharmacy.

Colistin being mixed as we speak.

Let's just hope we're not too late.

Is Sue okay? Tell me she's okay.

It was close, but she's gonna make it.

- You all are.
- Yes.

Dr. Pravesh, awesome work from you and...

the doctors and everyone. Wow.

Sue gave me the plague.

And I know, I know it's nuts, but...

I find it kind of romantic.

Imagine what happens to this kid

had Sue bought the farm?

Make fun all you want, Meg.
I'm fine with it. You know why?

And maybe it's corny.

It was love at first sight
with me and Sue.

Please tell me you didn't
steal those two ultrasounds.

Didn't have to. A little
bartering with Master Bell.

I scratched him,
he scratched me. Everyone wins.

- Mostly the patients.
- Well, yeah.

They are all that matters,
so whatever it takes.

Hey, Nic, is everything okay?

Yeah. Yeah, no, I'm good. I just...

I wanted to come and say
thank you for your help today.

I learned a few things.

Yeah, me, too. Now you deserve some rest.

Why don't you go home and have
a couple cold ones with Conrad?

Enjoy yourself.

Yeah.

Yeah, I need to do that.

Have a good night, Alec.

What are we doing here?

Ah, well, there's our table.

People are at that table.

Dr. Benedict. My man and mentor.

This is Dr. Mina Okafor,
the yin to my yang.

Oh, nice to meet you.
You both just happen to be here?

Or we knew you'd happen to be here.

It's Tuesday night foie gras,
baby, all right?

Oh, what can I do for you,
then, Dr. Austin?

Well, actually, Doc, you've done enough.

You've been a great mentor
these last six years.

Oh, you sound like somebody
who's gonna quit.

Does it?: Oh, no. On the contrary.

Yeah, I'm here because
I wanted you to explain to me

and my partner exactly
why you vouch for QuoVadis.

I told you, the penicillin on the...

Dollars for Docs.

- Ever heard of that?
- Probably not.

It's a ProPublica site on the interwebs

that releases details
on corporate payouts.

So, we're here specifically

to find out more
about that 1.5-mil ticket

that Mr. Gordon Page deposited
into your bank account.

Honey, will you give us a minute?

I'd prefer to have this
conversation in my office...

I'm not going anywhere.

See, when Dr. Okafor
believes in something...

or in this case, someone...

she will swim through
a lake of fire and brimstone

to reach her objective.

Whereas you...

you led me to believe

that my arrogance killed my patient.

When in fact, it was a company
that makes defective valves

and owns you.

Disappointing.

Anything you'd like to add?

Not at the moment.

See you around, Abe.

You want the good, the bad or the ugly?

In that order.

Good: I found the CEO
and head of neurosurgery

at Jacksonville General, Dr. Ryan Kehoe.

Also went to Cabo with Gordon Page.

Uh, pioneered his new back device,

opinion leader for QuoVadis.

Sounding familiar?

Bad: that scotch is from my mom.

She and my dad crossed paths
at my Aunt Denise's wedding,

and the DJ's choice of mid-'70s
soft rock reignited their spark

in a sloppy way that makes me cringe.

- But they had...
- What's the ugly?

You can't meet with Dr. Kehoe
because he's dead.

Ten months ago, at the height of
his partnership with QuoVadis,

he jumped off the Dames Point Bridge.

- Look, you didn't...
- Are you...?

Look, Conrad, I like what we have.

Where we are.

I don't want things to change.

Not right now, anyway.

I just... I spend so much of my time

trying to figure it out
what to tell patients,

trying to alleviate their fears
before and after the diagnosis,

to protect them, but sometimes

a hard truth is just
the best thing for everyone.

So... how about you and I
stop dancing around the issue

and we just get real honest
with each other?

What do you want me to say?

Well, that we find ourselves
in different places? Once again.

Yes, but that doesn't
mean that I don't want

to move in with you
or get married, all of it,

just not this second.

- Isn't that okay?
- And I respect that.

If it's the truth.

Okay, Conrad, you seem to have
all the answers to what's wrong,

and probably a way to fix it.

Go ahead.

It's already fixed.

Look at me.

Willing to sit down, talk things
through. That's progress, right?

And that's thanks to you.

But that's the problem right there.

There's nothing left for you to fix.

- That's not fair.
- Well...

it's not about being fair.

Nic, it's about being honest.

I was a project for you,
and now it's finished.

That's my fear. That's my diagnosis.

Is it true?

All right, I shouldn't have
come here today.

Well, tell me I'm wrong,
tell me I'm right.

Either way, just open up
like you asked me to do.

And I will, when I'm ready,
when I figure some things out.

Would it help if I went
back to the old version of me?

I'm not sure I like
either version of you right now.

At least now you're being honest.

Good night, Conrad.