The Resident (2018–…): Season 3, Episode 3 - Saints & Sinners - full transcript

- Previously on The Resident...
- How did you get this place?

Are you sure right now is the
right time to make this move?

I've never been so sure.

- Remind me why I hired you.
- GRAYSON:
Your last assistant quit,

and my dad is Zip Betournay.

He owns the Crystal
Springs golf club.

I can find you a
smoking hot date tonight.

I-I have someone in mind.

My ex-husband is
so hard on Grayson,

but I'm proud of
him. He's a good son.

KYLE: I can't let Jessie go without
knowing what really happened.



Please, just take
a look at this.

It's Jessie's medical
records. I just,

I just want to know that
nothing terrible happened,

everything was done right.

CONRAD: It's a terrible idea.

Oh, come on, just play along.

We live under the same roof now.

- Which is amazing.
- Agreed,

but people get on
each other's nerves,

which is why I'm proposing
that we both get to pick one thing

that drives the other one crazy.

Only one?

Cute. Yes.

And we both try
to quell the thing



in an effort to live
happily ever after.

- Fine.
- Good. You go first.

- Okay. Here we go.
- Okay.

Go ahead.

You do this-this
thing when you eat.

What?

(smacking lips): Mmm.

Mmm...

Mmm. Mmm!

And that annoys you?

You have no idea.

- I just like food.
- This is why
I didn't want to do it.

All right, fine, yeah.
No, you're right.

I can totally enjoy
my food silently.

My turn.

- Uh-oh.
- "Uh-oh" is right.

Receiving reports of a
high-speed police chase

in Midtown Atlanta
involving two suspects

believed to be armed.

Drivers in the affected
area are being urged

to stay off the roads.

Pursuit is heading
north on Peachtree.

We have a problem.

(sirens wailing,
tires screeching)

You hang on.

Hey, you stay the hell awake.

If you keep driving like this,

you're gonna die
with me, brother.

Ain't nobody gonna die today.

That's good. Don't want
yours to be the last face I see.

(tires screeching,
horns honking)

Almost...

- Hey, you hang on.
- (grunting)

A few more seconds, okay?

Listen up! We
have a Code Silver.

We need to lock the ER down now!

Get everybody out of
here now. Let's go. Hurry.

Ashley, come with me.

- (tires screeching)
- The driver's armed.

Okay, security, lock
these two doors down,

- and nobody else in or out.
- Hey!

Quickly and quietly
come this way.

- Let's go. This way,
in an organized fashion.
- Come on, come on, come on...

- CONRAD: Thank you very much.
- Come on, quickly.

- Everybody, get back!
- Let's go.

- I need help!
- Go, go.

(sirens wailing,
tires screeching)

I'm a cop, he's not.

I need him alive!

Open up!

♪ ♪

AL: Detective Al Raines,

Atlanta PD. FYI, I'm fine.

CONRAD: Yeah, with
all that adrenaline going,

Detective, you might
not feel your injuries.

It's almost over,
you son of a bitch.

- I got your ass.
- Oh, you just stay tuned, Albie.

- You stay tuned.
- CONRAD: You brought him here.

He's in our hands now. You
need to trust us. All right?

Let's go over here. You can
keep an eye on him from there.

- All right?
- Yeah.

I'll trust you.

Just make sure your
doctors don't trust him.

Can you bring me a
lac tray? Thank you.

Ain't no soul in that man.

He runs a crew.

They do high-end home invasions.

Break in, tie up the
family, steal everything.

Sometimes they
let the people go.

Other times, maybe
the homeowner catches

a glimpse of a
face they shouldn't,

they execute 'em.

No mercy.

DEVON: All right,
everyone be careful.

(flashlight clicks)

(exhales)

Can you tell me your name?

Hey, Albie? They
want to know my name.

Hey, you come on over here.

I'll show you where
to find your name.

Airways intact. Decreased
breath sounds on the left.

AL: Got a tip earlier today.

- (coughing)
- Caught Rob and his crew
in the act.

I cornered that bastard.

CONRAD: Yeah, you
sure did some damage.

(chuckles) After
he impaled himself,

I thought he might die
right there on the spot.

Got him here as fast as I could.

The rest of Rob's crew got away.

They took the
homeowner with them.

60-year-old grandfather.

It's only a matter of
time before they realize

they don't need that
hostage anymore.

Rob knows where
his crew is hiding out.

He's got to tell me where
they are soon, otherwise...

Damn it.

- Hey!
- Detective!

- Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- Give it back!

- Back up!
- Hey!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

- AL: Give it up!
- DEVON: Back up, man.

- Let him go, let him go.
- I got it.

- We're good. Good.
- (grunting)

ROB: You enjoy that, Albie.

It's the last thing you're
ever gonna get from me.

(pager beeping)

DEVON: Okay, let's
get him to CT carefully

and let's call the OR and
let them know we're coming.

Chaz, hold down the fort. I
need to see another patient.

Devon, tag me back in

if you need help with
our detective friend.

- I'm good.
- ♪ All hail the king ♪

♪ That ol' new
old-school type dude ♪

♪ The first to make the
gangsta house shoes so cool ♪

♪ First one to
hop a six-four... ♪

Dr. Cain. You paged?

(over headphones):
♪ Let's get it crackin' ♪

♪ I'm like, I'm the
reason you're G-in' ♪

♪ Your boy don't do a lot
of soul, but I'm seizin'... ♪

- Thanks for stopping by.
- Didn't really have a choice.

Heard how your little
chess game with Dr. Bell

got you the funds
for your clinic.

Well done.

- Thank you.
- Clock my surgical board.

It's a full slate.

I'd like for you to
work with me today,

run pre-op on all
my surgical patients.

Why me?

'Cause I demand the
best, and that's you.

So ride with me through
the first wave of surgeries

and you can bail
anytime after that, or...

force me to find a more
cunning way to make that happen.

Uh, that won't be necessary.

I'm sure one day in
neuro won't kill me.

Or will it?

RICK: No, construction
business is no joke.

You know, every
step is a fall or a break

or a shot to the
ass, in my case.

I'm seeing you got shot
with a nail gun at work.

- Who'd you piss off?
- (laughs): Self-inflicted.

Yeah, I'm a clumsy oaf.

Took two to the left cheek,

which threw me
off-balance and I tumbled off

the second floor scaffolding.

Wounds got infected
and my antibiotics

jacked up my kidneys real good.

- So that's why
you're on dialysis?
- Yeah.

They say my kidneys
are bouncing back.

And I was feeling pretty good
until these damn migraines

kicked in the last couple days.

Any other pain?

No.

- Dizziness?
- No, but, Doc...

much as I dig it here,
I think I'd really prefer

something for
this migraine pain.

- Mm-hmm.
- ASAP, so I can get
back to my work site.

My guys got to pull the
extra load if I'm not there, so...

Well, I'm gonna
run a test panel,

make sure everything's okay,
and then we'll go from there.

- Good?
- Good.

Make yourself comfortable.

Be careful, Doc.

You make things too
nice, I may never leave.

ANDREA: This isn't an
herbal or energy supplement.

It's not a daily vitamin.

It's all three.

The best nutritional scientists
in the country helped craft

this groundbreaking product.

Six years

and every disposable
dime I had is on this table.

Put the Chastain
name on the product,

give me your brand in
marketing, and together

we will sell millions
of units, guaranteed.

I'm sorry, this
isn't real medicine.

I get it.

The supplement
business is littered

with con artists
selling snake oil,

and they are cleaning up
in a $122 billion industry.

It is the Wild, Wild
West out there,

and supplements aren't
regulated by the FDA.

Look, I get that this is
outside of your comfort zone,

but you can trust me.

My products are the real deal.

All I'm asking is for
you to give me a chance.

You know, a
hospital like Chastain

can only associate itself

with the highest
standard of medical care.

And we don't take chances.

Thank you.

(indistinct murmuring)

Steady. I want him in
the OR in one piece.

How bad is it,
fellas? Talk to me.

- Detective, we got this. Relax.
- Not possible.

I'm coming with you.

Time to fight the
law and win, Pravesh.

You're not allowed in the OR.

Go back to the
ER for observation.

Hey, I don't need observation!

Detective, if you keep
following us, I will call security.

I have had ICE removed, I
will have you removed, too.

- Intern don't play.
- (monitor beeping)

He's in V-fib.

Okay, I got no pulse. Yeah,
we need to start CPR right now.

Get these cuffs
off. We can't roll him

onto his back or
move the impalement.

All right, let's start
compressions from both sides.

- Me and you, Pravesh.
- Let's go.

NOLAN: Easy, guys.

- Better.
- (elevator bell chimes)

Let's go!

Remember, Docs, he dies,

hostage dies.

- DEVON: He's crashing again.
- AUSTIN: All right, back at it.

DEVON: Do we have code meds?

NOLAN: What he needs is blood.

- DEVON: He's been down too long.
- Okay, he's coding.

AUSTIN: Chu, you
know what to do.

- Drape and intubate.
- CHU: You got it.

Nurse, take my place.
Nolan, scrub room with me.

CHU: I'm in. Hang two units
of O neg and start pressors.

DEVON: All right, let's go.
On my count? One, two, three.

- Get his back.
- NOLAN: Guy's got a steel bar
rammed through his chest.

Mostly, you don't survive that.

Adjust the attitude. It's
my OR, my outcome,

and I say he lives.

Aye, aye.

(monitor alarm beeping)

Come on, Pravesh, I
need a living patient.

I cannot operate on dead people.

Well, I suppose I
could, but why bother?

Holding compressions.
Pulse check.

Sinus tach. Strong
carotid pulse.

Congratulations, Pravesh.
You just saved the life

of a truly detestable
human being.

Ten blade.

Make this quick, Doc.

I'm gonna be at
Rob Spiro's bedside

the moment he
comes out of surgery.

Did you take any
blows to the chest?

Did three tours in Afghanistan.

IED blew up my Humvee.

Couldn't hear for a week.

Think I went to see
a doctor? Not once.

It's called strength
of character.

Yeah, I did two tours myself,

and anytime I have health
issues, I still see a doctor.

It's called not being an idiot.

(both laugh)

What unit?

Navy corpsman. Third
Battalion Seventh Marines.

Battle of Sangin.

Heard that was a
hell of a time, brother.

You have any head pain?

(scoffs) You're damn right I do.

He hit me in the head
with a two-by-four.

Squeeze my fingers.

Ah. Doc, not with this one.

He stepped on my
hand twice here.

I'm sending you for a CT scan.

(scoffs) No. Not a chance.

You may have
life-threatening injuries.

In order to do my job, I
need more information

than just a standard exam.

Nah.

(chuckles) All right.

How about we start with
an X-ray of your hand?

They're cheap and fast.

And it will help me with
the diagnosis, brother.

DEVON: Hey.

They're deep into
Spiro's surgery.

He's touch and go.

If I didn't need
information from him,

I'd tell your guys
to let him perish.

It doesn't work that
way around here.

Oh, yeah? How's it work?

Saints, sinners, and
everything in between.

We treat them all.

It doesn't matter
what they've done

before they come
through our doors.

You don't care about their past.

I have to care about the future.

Another few hours pass,

some bad guys with an
innocent man are gonna realize

they could run a lot
faster without a hostage.

That happens,
they'll put him down

like a dog.

Please, do whatever
you need to do

so I can get what I need.

That way, nobody
else has to die.

(crying): I'm so sorry.

This is embarrassing. I
don't know why I'm crying.

Because you're human
and you're scared.

I mean... spine surgery.

On my spine.

All those nerves.

It's dangerous and
I don't want to do it.

I don't.

But the pain and weakness,

and I miss my life, but...

One step at a time, okay? Here.

This is your MRI.

See the narrowing right here.

It's putting pressure
on your spinal cord.

It's called spinal stenosis,
and what Dr. Cain wants to do

is a very common procedure

called a laminectomy.

That's just gonna
open up some space.

Only takes about an hour,

and I'll be there to make
sure everything runs

as smoothly as it can.

Your surgery's at 4:15, so I'll
probably have someone come up

about a half hour before
to take you to the OR.

Thank you for taking
the time to tell me.

(clears throat) Sorry,
fog... frog in my throat.

How long have you had that?

Last month or so.

Hmm. (inhales)

Do you have any blurred
vision? Difficulty swallowing?

Yes. Is that a problem?

It could be.

Let me talk to Dr. Cain.

You hang in there, okay?

I will be with you the
whole way, I promise.

♪ Get busy... ♪

Up, down, up, down, up.

All right. To the
right. Come on.

Elbow to knee.
Let's go, guys. Yup.

Weight on your heels. Let's go.

Set of eight. Let's go.

All right, you know what?

Let's, um, let's take
a five-minute break.

Stretch, hydrate,
and we're back, okay?

Good work.

If you are here to scold me

about fake medicine,
you can save your breath.

I'm broke. All right?

The business is finished.
I'm dissolving the company.

Your supplements have potential.

You killed my pitch.

You said Chastain
doesn't take chances.

They don't. I do.

I'm the one who brought you
to the board this afternoon,

and they were captivated

by your passion,
your confidence,

your obvious intellect.

Your presentation was
flawless. I'm not surprised.

You used me as a test case.

You do not want
to be in business

with Chastain and Red Rock.

They think of profit-sharing
as a chronic disease.

They will shake your hand,

then drive a knife in your
back at the same time.

Listen, Andrea, I've
spent the last year

educating myself on
the world of supplements

and, specifically, your company.

I watch its every move,

and unfortunately you've been
walking into the wrong rooms.

There's nowhere left to go.

You're out of gas.

What are you proposing?

The amazing qualities you
already bring to the table

plus my face

and the name Dr. Randolph Bell,

CEO and Chief of Surgery

on the label of
millions of bottles

of our supplements.

♪ You know me, you know me ♪

♪ I'm-a put the fire on
the gasoline, get busy. ♪

Rick.

Hate to kick you out
of this plush room,

but all your tests
came back negative.

So, you got, uh,

normal electrolytes,
normal blood counts.

You got a history of migraines,

uh, this is presenting
as another one.

I know that's
not fun, but if you

- can handle a nail gun
to the ass, you can handle this.
- (laughs)

Hey, kidding
aside, that's a relief.

With my dialysis,

I was starting to think
maybe it was something else,

- but...
- Yeah, well, I'll write you
a prescription,

- should help you out
with your migraines.
- Hey.

- Thanks a bunch, Dr. Hawkins.
- All right, my pleasure.

Rick? Rick?

- Code Blue!
- (alarm ringing)

AUTOMATED VOICE (over
P.A.): Code Blue, room 5417.

- I need some help in here!
- Code Blue,

room 5417.

Oh, my God.

What happened to my patient?

Complaining of migraines,

tests came back
negative, then he coded.

- Any new medications?
- Just on all the standard stuff.

Doxazosin, a statin,

- an EPO med.
- Could you have
missed something?

Maybe you need to ask
yourself that question.

That's exactly what
I've been doing...

Because he received spotless
care under my supervision.

- Well, something went wrong.
- What are you implying,
Dr. Hawkins?

I just want answers.

We'll get them soon enough.

(whirring)

(Beethoven's
"Symphony No. 9" playing)

- Have you seen Dr. Cain?
- Uh-huh.

(Nic sighs)

Are you here just to watch him?

Is that so wrong?

Nurse Sally watched
him yesterday, twice.

Dr. Cain?

You haven't sealed
off the aneurysm yet.

Place an 8.6-millimeter coil.

- Yes?
- I need to talk to you

about your pre-op
patient, Mia Danvers.

Okay, go ahead, but hurry.

I think she may have something
other than spinal stenosis.

- (hip-hop playing)
- No, Rodriguez,
you need more stability.

Add an interbody spacer to
the posterior vertebral body.

And you completed seven
years of neurosurgery residency?

I'm a nurse practitioner.

Yes, exactly, and why
is a nurse practitioner

- trying to re-diagnose
my patient?
- (country music playing)

Full stop. You recruited
me to work on your unit.

Mia Danvers has
atypical symptoms.

I want to run some tests.

This is all healthy brain
tissue. Good margins.

Nice work, Timmons.

You can run as
many tests as you like.

Mia Danvers will be on
my table in OR One at 4:15.

Dr. Cain, do you always
let your residents operate

when you're not in the room?

MAN (over P.A.):
Dr. Meyer, call Admitting.

I am there for the crucial
part of each surgery.

Always?

My residents are second to
none. They rarely make mistakes.

And if they do, yes, I'm
always there to correct them.

So have no fear, Nurse Nevin.

All is well.

(swishing juice)

Do I detect notes
of mango and chia?

A delightful hint of acai?

They say it increases stamina.

Yeah, but, I mean, is that,
like, scientifically proven?

Proof's not required.

People believe what
they want to believe.

The placebo effect works.

If you think that acai will
give you an energy boost,

chances are,

it will.

But why you?

I mean, you're already,
like, a top dog doctor.

I mean, you're
Dr. freaking Bell.

You ever heard of
the amazing Dr. Oz?

Yeah, sure.

Dr. Sanjay Gupta?

The-the dude on CNN.
Yeah, I love that guy.

Before you walked through
the doors of Chastain,

had you ever heard
of Dr. Randolph Bell?

No.

They're household
names, I'm not.

But a $5 million investment
will get me in the game.

So we need to find someone close

with very deep pockets.

(whistles) That's, uh,
kind of steep, Dr. B.

I mean, who would
pony up that kind of cash?

I'm gonna give you a
hint. Who do we both know

who's local, wealthy,
and has capital to spare?

Who has offices in Buckhead

and made his money
betting on risky ventures?

Who contributed half your DNA?

Oh, my-my pops! My dad.

- Ah.
- Set up a meeting, stat.

Yeah, you got it, boss.

(elevator bell dings)

Hey.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

You don't look okay.

What's up?

A patient of mine...

everything seemed fine.

Was about to discharge
him, and then he just...

coded.

No signs, no symptoms.
Dead before he hit the floor.

- (sighs) I'm so sorry.
- I keep going over everything
in my head.

What did I miss?

I have to figure out why.
Why-why did it happen?

You will. Here.

(sighs) It's okay.

Here you go, sir.

Well, the good news is
your hand isn't broken.

- Hallelujah. I'm out of here, man.
- But...

something else must be
wrong, so I'm keeping you

in the hospital a little while
longer, run some more tests.

Doc. No. Come on.

You're being ridiculous, man.

I'm not discharging you
until I'm a hundred percent

positive you're okay.

You should call someone.

Get them to bring you
a change of clothes,

and you'll need a medical proxy.

Is it looking that bad
for me over there?

It's just standard protocol.

Aw, shh...

Damn, gonna be honest, man.

Besides an ex-wife and
a few drinking buddies,

nobody's gonna come bring
me a fresh pair of underwear.

(chuckles) You know...

or make no medical
decisions for me, man.

I've spent the last five
years thinking about

catching bad guys.

Especially the one
you got in your OR

right now. Everything
else, every...

Everyone else became
background noise.

You all right?

(quietly): Look out.
Can't see that good.

Around the edges.

Can I have a look?

Ah...

Nurse?

I need some fluids.
He's hypotensive.

Hey, Detective.

Time to wake up.

(grunts)

Hey.

What the hell happened?

You passed out. You can
be mad at me all you want.

Keeping you in the hospital.

You're lucky to
be alive, you know.

The cop said you
once crammed yourself

underneath a
kitchen sink for hours

during a home invasion.

That true?

Do you ever get pain
in your knees and joints?

Yeah. Always.

How'd you know that?

That hurt?

I don't feel it.

Elastic skin,

abnormal flexibility,

atrophic scars...

and pseudotumors.

I think you might have
Ehlers-Danlos syndrome.

They call it the Stretch
Armstrong disease.

It is associated with aneurysms.

They can burst at any time.

Do you have kids?

A d... a daughter.

Why?

Ehlers-Danlos is genetic.

If she has aneurysms, it
can be very dangerous.

She's going to need
aggressive surveillance.

You mean she can die from it?

Yes.

But I can manage her care.

I'd like to see her.

I got no idea where she is.

I haven't spoken
to her in ten years.

She wants nothing to do with me.

Do you have a phone number?

Mm.

How about a name?

I can track her down.

Everybody dies of something.

♪ ♪

CONRAD: Intimal
flap on the aorta root.

Aortic dissection.

And look at all
these discontinuities.

Thoracic and lumbar
spinal fractures.

All from a fistfight?

A lifetime of fistfights.

(Nic sighs)

I'll break the news to him.

I'll page cardio and neuro.

Raptor and Cain?

(sighs) That should
be interesting.

Okay, my friend, we
looked at your scans.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, easy.

There you go.

Wow. I've delivered
enough bad news

in my career to know that look.

Rip off the Band-Aid, Hawkins.

You have an aortic dissection

and multiple
fractures in your spine.

Separately, neither
would be dangerous.

Together...

It's time for prayer?

I'm prepping the OR now.

Chastain has the best
surgeons in Atlanta.

Your odds are good.

You be honest with me.

If the operation
doesn't kill me,

could it put me in a wheelchair?

(sighing)

Got to be able to be a cop.

Yeah.

If I can't be a cop...

life's not worth living.

Let's not go there.

What is your backup plan?

What would you do if
you couldn't be a doctor?

♪ ♪

Captain.

Detective Raines is headed
into surgery as we speak.

- Is he gonna be okay?
- It's serious but repairable.

- I'll keep you all posted,
I promise.
- Please do.

Uh, can I talk to
you for a second?

I have a favor to ask.

Anything. Name it.

I need a phone
number or an address

for Rob Spiro's daughter.

She could be in serious
medical jeopardy.

- I need to examine her.
- Look, respect for
your profession,

but don't waste another second
on that animal or his family.

She didn't choose her father.

You're blaming the victim.

You're a cop.
Aren't you supposed

to do the exact opposite?

- Dr. Hawkins, I was
just about to call you.
- You got the results

of my dialysis patient?

Reason he dropped
dead without warning

is he had a massive
pulmonary embolism.

He's not the only one.

We've had five other
patients drop dead

from massive P.E.s
just in the past six weeks.

At Chastain?

In the past six weeks?

All dialysis patients.

Nic's sister Jessie Nevin,
she was a dialysis patient here.

First the robber, now the cop.

They're all the
same on the inside.

Yeah.

(scrubbing)

(scrubbing stops)

(scrubbing resumes)

(turns on faucet)

Dr. Austin.

Dr. Cain.

AUSTIN: We'll be repairing

the aortic dissection first.

Happy for you to
assist, but you will be

- doctor number two.
- Well, it's
an interesting proposition,

but I'm no one's assistant.

I'm certainly not number two.

(Austin chuckles softly)

Well, then you can
monitor the nerve function.

Or I can repair the
spinal fracture first.

AUSTIN: The
aorta is the priority.

- It's literally tearing apart.
- The spinal cord

is being transected... It
could literally paralyze him.

The aortic dissection
could kill him on the spot.

(sighs heavily)

Doctor number three
is gonna go prep.

(monitor beeping steadily)

Okay, last stitch...

and the aortic root
has been reconstructed.

You're missing a step
in the Yacoub technique.

No, this is the
David technique...

It's what we'd
prefer at Stanford.

Not at Hopkins. Our studies
show a lower mortality rate.

Only when the aortic annulus
is less than 27 millimeters.

Our patient is 28 millimeters.

CAIN: Then reinforce
the suture lines.

Coronaries need to
be properly reperfused

before you restart his heart.

We're good,

but thank you.

Take him off bypass.

- We don't want our guy
to get an M.I.
- I'll handle the heart.

You stick with the brain.

Brain commands the heart.

Yeah, well, the heart
powers the brain.

(beatboxes)

(chuckles softly)

All right, Nolan,

go ahead and decannulate.

Time to make space

so doctor number two
can access the spine.

CAIN: You're more than
welcome to stay afterwards.

Be happy to have you retract
a few layers of soft tissue.

Someone has to do it.

(alarm beeping)

- Patient's crashing.
- What the hell?

- This was an easy access.
- Aneurysm rupture.

Get the cell saver.

I'm gonna use my
hands to stop the bleed.

(Austin groans)

Bleeding stopped. Good call.

All right.

(alarm beeping)

CAIN: The tear
spread through the iliac.

Grab the vascular clamps.

Go proximal.

- Done.
- Now distal.

He's about to code.

It's on the backside. I can't
see where the tear ends.

All right, all right, all right.

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

Okay, right here.

Slide the clamp
along my fingers.

Got it.

(alarm stops)

Blood pressure stabilized.

Well done, doctor number one.

Back at you, doctor number two.

(sighs): Yeah.

BELL: You know, I've been

in the health care
field a long time,

and I have never seen
anything so promising.

Supplements are a
$122 billion industry

with multiple areas of growth.

Shift your weight
forward and down.

Get more distance on your shot.

And collagen? On fire.

30% growth, $100 million.

With my medical reputation
and your business savvy,

we can make a fortune.

Uh, make sure your
hands don't cross

the swing plane.

This can be good
for Grayson, as well.

Give a bright young
man with a few bad habits

some guidance.

Get your son started
on a new path.

(chuckles)

Magnificent effort.

The shot or the pitch?

Both.

Let's draw up the papers.

Just, uh... one ground rule

before going to
business together.

Fire away. No secrets
between partners.

No more schtupping my wife.

♪ ♪

WOMAN: Here are the
lab results you ordered.

(sighs)

Mia Danvers
doesn't need surgery.

- Hey. In a rush?
- Hey.

My patient with
spinal stenosis...

Turns out she has
myasthenia gravis.

That's what's causing
all her symptoms?

Yes. And we can treat it
with meds. I just need Cain

to cancel the surgery. I
don't want him opening her up

if he doesn't have to.

Cain finished early
on Detective Raines.

Probably squeezed your patient

- into the OR.
- Damn it.

- Did you need something from me?
- It can wait.

Go.

CAIN: Ten blade.

MIA: I don't understand.
You didn't do the surgery?

CAIN: Turns out you have

what's called myasthenia
gravis. It's an autoimmune disease.

It can be controlled
through the medication.

(chuckles): Oh, thank
you so much, Dr. Cain.

Thank Nurse Nevin.
She's the one that caught it.

(woman speaking
indistinctly over P.A.)

(sighs) She seems relieved.

Take one guess how
much your due diligence

cost this hospital
today. No, allow me.

Mia's surgery would have
run 75 grand, give or take,

not including the
recovery, so let's just call it

$150,000 all-in.

I'm not in the business

of putting people into
surgery if they don't need it.

Which is exactly
why I handpicked you.

It should come as no
surprise that I'd like to offer you

a permanent position
on my neurosurgery staff.

Give you more
opportunities to shine,

make a lot more money
than you're making now.

But I'm guessing you
don't care so much

about that last part.

Take your time. Think about it.

I have another surgery to do,

which is no doubt
a necessary one.

Have to make up
for lost revenue.

(scoffs)

(cork pops, drink pours)

ZIP: The corporate structure

will be an LLC with
partner ownership

vesting in two-year
increments, which is standard,

and starting at ten percent.

Except for me. I'll own 65%.

Any advance of money...

(whispering): He'll own 65%?

How much money is he investing?

- Six.
- Six...

Million.

ZIP: be deemed a debt
owed by the partnership

and not an increase
in capital contribution...

Why didn't you tell me
that you'd reconciled

- with your husband?
- It was only three weeks ago.

We're keeping things
open this time around.

Does he know that?

ZIP: Any questions?

To new partners.

And some old ones.

This is gonna be awesome.

- (chuckles) L'chaim.
- L'chaim.

(monitor beeping steadily)

So, Doc...

am I gonna live?

Surgery was a success.

Thank you.

Uh...

(sighs) What about Spiro?

The son of a bitch
gonna make it?

He should. He's recovering.

I'm gonna need to see him.

No witnesses.

We both know that's
not gonna happen.

Actually, we don't.

Never broken any rules?

It's written all over your face.

You do whatever it takes

to save people.

You and me, we
not that different.

Spiro's crew has a hostage.

- His life is hanging
in the balance.
- (sighs)

We're his last hope.

You tell me I'm wrong.

Turn off Rob's morphine.

You can't be serious.

And then we add
a dose of Narcan.

- That should wake him up.
- (scoffs)

His pain level would skyrocket.

I want to clear his
system of drugs.

I'm worried about his airway.

No, you're not. He
would go into shock.

What you're talking
about is torture.

What I'm talking
about is this man,

who will die unless
Rob Spiro tells us

where he's being held
and he tells us now.

Conrad, I get that you
are trying to help this man,

- but that...
- Don't lecture me
on my motivations.

Hold on a second. Wait.

The cops said they
found Spiro's daughter.

I can contact her, get her
to come into the hospital,

and when he sees her, he
might have a change of heart.

He doesn't give a
damn about his daughter.

What? You don't know that.

"Everybody dies of something"?

His words. You told me yourself.

This is not our job.

We-we are doctors.
We save lives.

We already saved Rob's life.

Now we make him a
little bit uncomfortable

so that we save another.

You're crossing a line.

I am doing the most good

for the greatest
number of people.

Don't do this.

It has to be done.

I want no part of it.

♪ ♪

DALE: Thanks, Connie.
This was the scene

earlier this evening at
an abandoned warehouse

in Downtown Atlanta, where
an active hostage situation

ended peacefully
with three arrests.

NIC: They rescued him, huh?

Officers have emerged
with Jason Wyans,

the hostage taken earlier today

during yet another
home invasion.

Wonder how they found him.

The rest of Rob Spiro's crew

are now in police custody.

And I wonder
what's that thing I do

- that drives you nuts.
- (laughs)

- I've been bracing myself
all day.
- I thought

- you'd never ask.
- Hmm.

You don't like it
when I'm barefoot?

What are you doing?

The socks.

What?

You leave socks
all over the place.

It's the thing that
makes me crazy.

It's-it's like a sock
trail all over the house.

No, I do not.

You do. Look, there's-there's
a pair over there.

Men's, size ten.

Sometimes a little sweaty.

(chuckles) Okay.

- I can work on that.
- Uh...

- Like, I mean...
- I will definitely

- work on that.
- Like, work real hard on it.

- Very hard.
- 'Cause it's... gross.

Thank you.

Hey.

What's wrong?

The patient you lost earlier?

- Sort of.
- (sighs)

You have been...

beating yourself up
over Jessie's death,

about how you pushed
for the transplant surgery.

(sighs)

What's this about, Conrad?

(sighs) Jessie died of
a pulmonary embolism.

A complication from surgery.

Five other dialysis patients

died at Chastain
over the last six weeks.

All from pulmonary embolisms.

- (sighs)
- I think whatever killed
your sister,

it killed them, too.

(sighs)

We need to figure
out what it was.

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