- Ms. Knight? Ms. Knight? - Your allegations
against Dr. Hamilton of sexual misconduct, any comment?
I just want to get back to doing my job and being there
- for my patients 110%. - There are reports
that Dr. Hamilton is considering retaliatory legal action.
- Any comment? - Uh, I have no comment.
- Ms. Knight, one more question. - She said, "No comment".
- How did I do? - On point.
The 110% thing was gold.
I coached her on how to give sports-interview answers.
Did you hear what she said though? That Dr. Hamilton
- might try and sue me?! - Oh, let him try.
- Screw Hamilton! - You want me to resign?
That's not what I'm saying, Tom.
Everything that I've worked for,
my legacy, throw it all away because of some nurse?
I'm just saying we need to put all the options out on the table.
That is one option here,
and that is to defend myself against these false accusations.
What about the other women?
The four new allegations
that have surfaced in the last 48 hours?
Lies, all of 'em.
You're saying they're all lying?
This is a witch hunt
spearheaded by a crazy bitch who wants my money!
Good. I don't want anybody here who isn't on my side.
Anybody else?
- How would you like to proceed? - I-I-I just need a minute
to think, please.
Happy to have you back.
Happy to be back.
It's only a couple of days,
but I was going crazy at home.
Oh, I know that feeling.
My maternity leave with Ella,
by the end, I was nursing all of her stuffies.
Hahahahaha!
I'm sorry I suspended you.
You did what you had to do.
I've contacted the union,
everything's been wiped off your record.
Thank you.
So, your assignments. Surgical wing.
You know there are still plenty of people here
who don't believe you. I'm not one of them.
Thank you.
I should get a coffee before my shift starts.
Not a lot of sleep happening these days.
- Synced and corrected by Firefly - - www.addic7ed.com -
Grace. I'd say hi, but I don't want you to sue me.
Thank you.
Oh, are you gonna say something about me?
You mean, your hair?
Whatever you're doing with it, I dig it.
Hmm!
Okay, are you with the press?
Because I said I wasn't doing any more interviews.
I'm not your stalker.
I'm your patient.
Television static
or a computer screen with water poured on it?
It's a killer whale.
Where are you seeing that?
Come on, you're messing with me.
I'm not. Hey, watch. Ash, what is this?
Killer whale.
Okay, you two are conspiring against me.
You just gotta have an eye for it, I guess.
Speaking of which, how's the peeper?
Vision's a little blurry, but otherwise I'm alright.
I know we've been over this with the surgeon,
- but if it were your kid... - If I was her kid,
she would have been like 2 when she had me.
It's just it doesn't look like there's anything wrong with him.
Yeah, that's the thing with intraocular melanoma: you can't see it.
- Which is ironic. - But unfortunately it is there.
It's localized right now, which is good,
but if we don't remove it, it could metastasize.
Look, I know how scary this is for both of you,
but I'm gonna be here every step of the way.
And this surgery increases your chances
of making a full recovery by 90%.
I'll take those odds.
I mean, honestly, I was more worried
about looking like a freak with a glass eye.
Dude, a glass eye will be so bad ass.
Come on, how many cool characters have one eye?
Hmm? Nick Fury, Snake Plissken. You'll totally pull it off.
You know, I loved these books when I was a kid,
and since today is my last day to see 3-D images...
He asked me to bring it for him.
Then we better get through all of them stat.
Come on, I'll race you.
- Black bear. - What?!
Pretty good. Pretty good.
I have a patient with chronic pancreatitis.
- Uh-huh... - You know where I can find him?
Just follow the music, man.
Haha!
- Need a holiday. - Oh, I wish.
- Hey, guys. - Oh!
Didn't know we were expecting an audience.
Oh, I'm already your biggest fan.
Your name is Roy, right? I'm Wolf. And you are?
- Solana. - Nice to meet you.
Your vinyl, that's a nice touch.
I want him to hear something
that isn't machines beeping and people moaning.
And not the right kind of moaning.
- Show some... - Nothing I haven't heard
before, don't worry. But all things considered,
you guys seem to be doing pretty well.
We have been married for...? 62 years.
There isn't much we haven't seen.
- Mm-hmm. - And the, uh...
the morphine helps a little too.
You'll have to excuse my husband, he has a twisted sense of humour.
Sorry.
Solana, I shouldn't flap my jaw as I do
'cause I thought I was doing all right.
Come on, we gotta get you back into bed.
I could use a bit of that morphine now, please.
- Sit you down. - Unfortunately, you're not due
for another dose for another few hours.
Shouldn't matter. I have been approved for euthanasia.
Uh, Dr. Laidlaw...
Goes by Dr. Death sometimes.
Jesus, Roy! How many times have I told you?
- I was just telling the boy. - And I'm telling you
that I don't want to talk about this.
Okay. God has spoken.
She only keeps me around to do the Watusi from time to time.
You haven't done a Watusi in years.
- But I could. - Haha! I know.
Okay. I'm gonna leave this dance party. I'll be back
- to check in later, guys. Okay? - Okay.
Let me ask you.
- We could use a chair? - Hahaha!
Okay, Lily. I'm gonna need a brief history.
Well, first there was the Big Bang,
and then an amoeba became a frog.
Then, came the dinosaurs.
Sorry. I just told this story to so many doctors,
and it never has a happy ending.
I get it, it must be tedious.
But come on, one last time? For me?
Okay, but only 'cause you're so darn cute.
Have you ever done any modeling?
No. Don't really like being the centre of attention.
Right, so you expose
your boss for sexual misconduct.
Touché.
Uh... my mom died
of breast cancer at 52.
And about a year later, Angelina Jolie came out
about the BRCA1 gene, so I had myself tested.
And lucky me, I carry the faulty gene too.
But my modeling career was blowing up
at the time, so I buried it.
And now, what changed?
Hmm... waking up
every morning not knowing if today would be the day.
I got really depressed.
Most days, I couldn't get out of bed.
Well, you'd never know from your Instagram activity.
Hmmm...
The deceptive power of social media.
But then I thought
I need to do something, you know,
take action. And when I made the decision,
I felt like myself again.
I guess it's hard to bury some things, huh?
Still, no one can know that I'm here.
Yeah, I kind of got that from the disguise.
Touché. I have 7 million followers
and a booming industry to protect.
Don't worry, your secret's safe with me.
I see that you have finished your months
of hormonal preparation. And tomorrow...
Bye-bye to the girls.
A preventative double mastectomy.
Mm-hmm. This lady business
gone in one fell swoop.
Dr. Banks! How are you?
I need antacids. They're not for a patient, they're for me.
Dev signed us up for a pasta-making class.
You learn how to make noodles from scratch.
I mean I had a personal chef
growing up, so I never needed to cook. But I do want to learn!
Not really, no.
I have gluten intolerance. But it's the thought that counts.
Oh! I thought you were delivering babies today.
Ha! A bit late for a pregnancy test.
This, yeah...
Dr. Banks, are you okay?
It's not for a patient.
Oh, my God! Does Keon know?
- You know about Keon?! - Everybody knows about Keon!
Ah, great.
Okay. Naz, please,
you can't say anything.
Of course.
Okay.
Tums!
Gonna grab yourself
a bloody macchiato and rest, rest
your weary feet.
Hey, is everything okay?
You mean besides this whole Hamilton business
that has all of my nurses on their phones
more than they usually are? Which is all the bloody time!
Point taken, phone going away.
Discharge that Crohn's patient in 6-C.
Um, you told me to discharge that patient three hours ago.
Right. Great.
Then go find something else to keep yourself out of my ass.
As of 11 o'clock this morning, I have submitted
to the board of directors my resignation
as acting CEO of this hospital...
...while I will continue
to defend myself against the allegations that are being made.
I have made this decision in the interest
of the medical community into which I have poured my life.
When is even one of these assholes gonna learn
- how to apologize? - ...family to whom I can
no longer bring any more pain than this has already caused.
I wish all staff members,
administrators
and volunteers the best into the future.
Thank you.
Question, Dr. Hamilton?
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
- Thank you. - I didn't do anything.
Yeah, you did.
I'm good.
Jackpot!
That's what you got in 651.
Come here. Get over here.
Your guy with the Buddy Holly records is a jackpot patient.
Okay, what's a jackpot patient?
Gets more morphine than the rest of the geezers
in this ward combined. A whopping 10ccs.
Give him a taste of his daily dose and then
just drain the rest.
Forget it. He's in a lot of pain,
there's no way I can take it from him, right?
- Orange? - No, I'm fine.
You should eat more fruit.
This job, we don't get enough sun;
you've got to stave off the scurvy.
But your new job, maybe they'll get you outdoors more.
What?!
After I rat you out and they take away your license.
You know, after the prison time?
Maybe you'd able to get a job in construction or something.
Fine, I'll see what I can do.
- You're the best, Wolfie. - Don't call me that.
You're the best.
Oh, my God! Um, no, sorry, you can't do that!
No, no. It's okay, Grace, it's okay.
- He's my boyfriend. - Oh! Oh, my God!
I'm... I'm sorry.
No, it's cool. I always wanted to know how the paparazzi felt.
Cal is a real photographer. We met on a shoot.
But these are solely for the family photo album.
Oh, no, it's okay, babe.
Grace has been prepped on the whole privacy deal.
"Grace..."
Wait, you're the one that Me Too'ed that famous surgeon?
Babe, are you sure this is a good idea?
You kind of want to fly under the radar on this thing.
My situation will not compromise her care.
Well, if she's not worried, neither am I.
And I believe you, by the way.
Thanks.
Temperature's normal. And remember,
no food or drink after 6 p.m.
Oh! Well, then you better get on the Veuve and sushi stat.
I'm throwing this little going away party/wake
- for my girls. - I know, morbid as hell, right?
Hey, they are my breasts,
I get to decide how I say goodbye to them.
I can't argue with that, so raw fish and bubbly it is.
Oh, uh... sorry to be a buzzkill,
but before the bash, you have a psych consult.
Oh! Should I be there for that?
It would be good for Lily to have an advocate.
Cal's got fish to pick up, so can't you just be my advocate?
- Of course. - Okay.
Perfect.
Thank you.
If you're here, that can't be good news.
Yep. Watching over a narcoleptic patient
who fell asleep while robbing a pawnshop.
That would be kind of amazing if it were true.
Figured I'd stop by, try and catch Sinead on a break.
Haven't heard from her in a few days.
What is it?
- Uh, nothing. - Ashley,
I'm a trained interrogator, you just scratched your nose
and looked down. Tell me, please.
I don't, um... I don't, I don't want to get anyone in trouble.
What is it? What's going on?
I think Sinead might have a big problem.
Good timing.
Solana went home to get a few things.
It... it's really getting very painful.
Well, this should help, Roy.
Ohhh...
Okay.
There. Jack, are you happy now?
Happy as a horsefly on a jugular vein.
I never thought I'd see Keon Colby leave a sandwich unfinished.
I guess life's just truckful of surprises, ain't it?
It certainly is.
Something wrong with you?
No.
But, um...
there is with you?
Just girl trouble.
I think Dr. Banks is all woman.
Wait, you know?!
Oh, my God! You guys!
If a howler monkey crashed through the ER doors
on a motorbike blasting Nicki Minaj,
he would be more discrete than you.
How do you come up with this shit?
I don't know, it's my brain.
It just sort of, you know, flows out.
I think we might be over. Like, for real.
Keon, all relationships have potholes.
Alright, look at me.
I am still trying to digest
the insane amount of gluten
I ingested in the name of courtship.
Truth is she's right.
We are at totally different places in our lives.
Things may have changed for Dr. Banks since you last talked.
What? What do you mean?
- Ha. I'm just saying. - Naz, come on!
My break's almost over, and, um, I've got
kombucha to ferment. Bye.
What did I tell you?
My boyfriend
just confronted me about being back in the drop!
- Sinead... - I wonder where he got
such a ridiculous notion. And then I remembered
our little conversation this morning.
Look at me! I said,
- "Look at me!" - I'm not your child.
Then stop acting like one.
- Me? - Yeah!
You do still work for me,
although I have half a mind to fire your skinny ass.
For what? Finding your empty bottles?
See? Still making up lies about me!
- I'm trying to help you. - Hahaha! That is rich!
Look, if you don't want it, I get that,
- but I have patients who need me. - No. I'm reassigning you.
- Wait, what? - That's right!
I need you doing inventory now,
and I know just how much you love that job.
- You can't do that. - I just did.
But I told Remo and his mom that I'd be there for his eye surgery.
I'll handle Remo and all your other patients
from now on. So go on! Get to it, sweetheart!
Roy?
Are you alright, buddy?
The meds... the meds are not working.
- Nothing's working anymore. - How's the pain, 1 to 10?
- 300! - Your heartrate's 120.
Respiratory rate 124.
You're... you're going to be alright, buddy,
- you're going to be fine. Yeah. - What's happening?
He's just a little uncomfortable, but it's under control.
He's gonna be fine.
I can't do this.
What happened? He wasn't like this when I left.
Roy, my darling.
- Sol... - Mm-hmm?
I can't.
- It's time. - No. No.
Sol, please, listen.
For once in your life, just listen.
I can't do this. I can't do it anymore.
It's time.
Call the doctor.
Ah... okay.
Okay, Roy,
I'll call Dr. Laidlaw's office,
and I won't leave your side again.
Ever.
Hey. You know my patient with the chronic pancreatitis?
- What about him? - He needs more pain meds.
He's already receiving the maximum dosage.
Any more and he's in danger of respiratory distress.
With all due respect, maybe if you took a break from
your crossword puzzle and you saw how much pain he was in...
Who do you think you're talking to? I don't like your tone, Wolf.
Look, man, I'm sorry. It's just really hard
to see him in so much pain. And his poor wife.
- Look, I'm immune to guilt. - That wasn't guilt.
It felt like guilt.
Okay. I get it.
Anyway, I'm sorry.
What about these puppies? Hmm?
You know, we're not just here to discuss implant sizes.
Yeah, but it is important.
The surgery's tomorrow; I haven't landed on a size yet.
Those are nice.
What about your partner, "Cal", what does he think?
Nice pivot, Doc.
You're wondering why he isn't here, aren't you?
Why I chose to bring a nurse I barely know instead?
And you judge that on some level.
I don't. But I think you might.
Cal's better at errands than feelings.
So, have you talked to Cal about
what this means for your relationship?
When we met, I told him straight up,
"I just left my last douche of a boyfriend
for another woman, me".
- I'm gonna use that. - Actually, I stole that
from Cher. But I did tell him I didn't need a thing from him.
Are you afraid that's about to change?
We're used to being on top of the world,
not to being crushed by it.
Do you worry what this might do to your identity?
Me? No.
My business.
But I learned to separate myself from my body a long time ago.
Sounds like modeling and nursing aren't all that different.
Mm-hmm. But you could be making
- so much more money. - Okay.
Well, that completes the pre-op consult.
I'll be in to see you after the surgery.
Grace, a quick word?
Uh... I'll be right in.
Okay.
Is this the part where you ask me how I'm doing?
No, actually, I'm done asking.
Now that it's out in the open, I'm telling.
You'll come see me twice a week
as mandated by your union. Our first session,
9 a.m. tomorrow. Don't be late.
Alright.
Code blue 4-0-6.
Means someone's dying, doesn't it?
I was looking at the list of codes earlier;
I think I have almost all of them memorized.
Look, Remo is gonna be just fine.
- Promise me? - Oh, I'm not allowed,
it's sort of a rule.
Actually, it's more of a guideline than a rule.
- I promise. - Thank you.
We should probably see if they have any updates on Remo.
I'm actually no longer Remo's nurse.
- Why not? - Administrative acrobatics.
It's, um... sort of a long story.
- But Remo adores you. - Look, it's...
it's above my paygrade,
- I'm sorry. - No, it's okay.
You have done so much for us already,
I just hope our new nurse is as reliable as you are.
Thanks.
- Took you long enough. - He's fully sedated.
Dr. Rossi is also running late.
She's asked that you have the nurse mark the eye
- that's slated for removal. - Okay, thanks.
Look, I know we don't know where we are right now,
but it's like the window is still ajar,
and I don't want to miss my chance to tell you
our super highway might have some potholes on it,
but that doesn't mean our journey's gotta end.
Wow!
How come it works for Naz when she just starts talking like that?
Naz... She talked to you?
- What? - She told you, didn't she?
- I'm sorry. - Don't.
If I am pregnant, we're gonna have to get real real fast.
Whoa! Pregnant?
She didn't tell you.
I'm sorry, Keon.
I mean not for me being pregnant
because that would be the least feminist thing
that has ever come out of my mouth,
but I am sorry that you just found out like that, and...
now I'm rambling.
Have you done the test yet?
I haven't been able to work up the nerve.
Yeah.
I-I'd like to be there when you...
Pee on the stick?
Okay, but right now,
I have to go deliver someone else's baby, so...
Stay tuned.
I'll text you when I'm out.
Not the kind of processing I'm used to,
- but when in Rome... - Won't be much longer, Lily.
I heard you're the best, and I do my research.
Well, I guess you don't build an online empire
- without putting in the legwork. - Hmm... Well, here's hoping
the empire survives the deluge.
All done here. You want to take a look?
- No. - Okay.
And I'll be back later.
- You okay? - Um,
yeah. I think that the shrink just got in my head.
Cal said he's not going to take any more gig
until I'm fully recovered, but we'll see.
- You don't believe him? - He's not very good at sitting still.
Neither of us are.
We like to be where the action is.
Which is why
it's obvious I haven't asked him
what this means for us...
because I'm terrified of the answer.
Let the festivities begin.
- Is everything okay? - Yeah! Yeah, um...
I just don't really feel up for it anymore.
Okay.
I just think I need some sleep.
Okay. Cool.
I'll just take this over to the nurses' station then.
You'll be a hero, trust me.
I'm just gonna make sure
Lily's comfortable.
He seems like a really good guy.
Yeah.
I don't think I feel like talking anymore.
Okay.
If you need anything...
Mm-hmm.
Wanda, I need a favour.
Ah, she doesn't lead with profiteroles,
she doesn't lead with croissants;
she goes right to, "Wanda, I need a favour".
Do you have a feed for the pre-op room?
Yes, but I'm not exactly authorized
to be showing security feeds to anyone that waltzes by sans pastries.
Okay, what can I do to gain authorization?
Do you have any single friends who might like
a lady in uniform?
Man, woman, non-binary; I got a pretty wide
- snack bracket. - Done. My friend Don will love you.
I like that. We're coming to you live from the pre-op room.
Uh, can you get in closer on that?
This Don better be worth it.
That's the wrong eye.
Stop! Stop! Don't operate!
That's the wrong eye!
Goddammit!
Lily Dawson, how long has she been gone?
Checked herself out about 10 minutes ago.
Couldn't have gone too far.
Hey, Red, I have something for you.
Wolfie, with the score, you shouldn't have.
Now, stay the hell away from me.
Fight, my darling.
Squeeze my hand.
Please stop the pain.
Don't call Dr. Laidlaw yet.
This will help.
- Thank you. - Yeah. Haha!
We were seconds away from removing
- his one perfectly good eye. - I know. I don't...
- I don't know how it happened. - Well, it did.
He would have been blind, and that would have been our fault.
I was told there was a problem with my patient.
Wait, he's your patient? A charge nurse did this?
No, it was me.
It's been such a hectic day. Sinead asked me
- to do the surgical markings. - So it was you who did
- the markings? - I don't know what to say.
Don't say anything.
I won't either.
We caught the error before any damage was done.
Alright, this poor guy's surgery
has already been delayed a bunch today.
So I am going to get my shit together,
then get back in there and operate on the right eye.
Oh, on the right... eye.
The correct eye.
And you will take care of your nurses.
Of course.
Meet me outside in 10 minutes.
Uh, one hotdog, please.
Lily, what are you doing?
- You're supposed to be fasting. - Dude, I'm a supermodel,
I have literally been fasting for 20 years.
I know, but if you eat,
you can't have your surgery tomorrow.
That's cool. I decided to postpone it anyway.
Until...?
Uh...
never. Thank you.
Oh, I'm sorry, do you want one?
I think we should talk about this.
What is there to say?
You told me how much you needed this,
how depressed you were.
If I cut off my breasts, I don't know who I am;
and if I don't, I die.
Or... maybe there's a third option.
Become a new you.
No, this isn't about my business or Cal;
it's about me.
I have built my fortune on my body
and my image,
and without it, I...
I don't know who I am.
- Lily... - No.
I have airbrushed my life beyond recognition,
and it makes it really hard to feel like
what I have and who I am is enough.
I get that. Believe me, I do.
I've been lying to myself about how okay I am.
And now I'm gonna lie to everyone who supports me.
Or don't.
Start telling the truth.
- Like you just did? - Yeah.
And I gotta say, it feels pretty good.
It takes a few minutes.
Yeah, that's cool.
And since we have some time, I just want you to know
whatever happens, I can live with the commute.
Obviously, I couldn't ride my bike to work anymore,
so I'd have to lease a car or a minivan.
- Minivan? - Yeah. And we can get a place
- in, you know, Ajax. - Keon!
The housing market is reasonable right now.
- In Ajax?! - Yeah, there's space and we can
get a hoop for Cece in the driveway.
And hell, I can even go to the PTA meetings...
Okay.
One line across.
It's a negative sign.
I'm not pregnant.
- You're not pregnant? - No.
Neither are you.
- Oh, my God! - Yeah.
Wow!
And all that stuff you were just saying
about the place in the burbs and the minivan?
- Crazy. - Absolutely.
- Yeah. - But also super hot.
Is that so?
Awww... come here.
Hm, I wish Cal didn't fall asleep in the family lounge.
I feel like he would have been so much better at this.
You'll be fine. Besides, I want this to be a surprise for him too.
Okay.
Whenever you're ready.
Hello, beauties. I know I haven't posted
a story in a while, and that's because...
Well, um...
I'm in the hospital.
I'm about to have both my breasts removed.
Sinead.
What you just did for me now,
- I don't know if I can ever... - Don't. It's okay.
- You don't have to. - The thing is...
...I might need one more favour.
Okay.
I need someone to walk with me.
- Where? - City General.
Rehab.
I'm old mates with the charge nurse,
she'll fly me in under the radar.
That's amazing.
That's a brave decision.
Don't give me that much credit.
I almost blinded that young man.
- But you didn't. - Because of you!
There would have been no coming back from that.
But you can.
Sinead, you can come back from this.
This is nothing, this is just a slip.
How did you get to be so good at caring?
I trained under an excellent charge nurse.
Thanks, love.
"Thank you for your honesty and courage.
Lily Dawson is an amazing woman".
- I agree with that one. - "Women, take charge
of your bodies. I'm a little in love with Lily Dawson today".
Okay, that one better watch it.
She's an 83-year-old retired librarian from Buffalo.
Oh! So you're saying you think I can take her?
Hahaha! I have 150,000 new followers
since I posted my story last night.
Not saying that that's a reason to get my breasts removed.
Ms. Dawson, we've been expecting you.
You're gonna do great in there.
Thank you.
And I will be right here when you wake up.
Good because you owe me some street meat.
We're good to go.
Um, hold on.
What's this gonna mean... for you?
Hey, all this means
is I'm gonna be able to put my hand
even closer to your heart.
Scarlet Letter 12 o'clock.
What did you just say?
Nothing. Just they should watch themselves.
- Mm-hmm. Why? - Grace, please.
No, why? Why should they watch themselves, Doctor?
- Because you are that nurse. - No.
I am not that nurse.
I am a nurse, and I'm a damn good one.
Oh, and by the way, I'm not going anywhere.
? I guess I'm crazy ?
? For loving you ?
? I can't replace you ?
? With someone new ?
? I may be playing ?
? A loser's game ?
? I guess I'm crazy ?
? For loving you ?
? My heart keeps saying ?
? That I'm a fool ?
? I guess I'm crazy ?
? For loving you ?
If I'd known you were out here,
I would have brought you a coffee.
If I had another coffee, my heart would probably explode.
It's been quite a day.
- Quite a week. - Quite a month.
Haha! Should we keep going?
Hasn't been all bad though.
Grace, your shift was over
an hour ago; what are you still doing here?
A patient of mine is in surgery;
I want to be there when she wakes up.
- I know, I know. Boundaries. - That's
not what I was thinking. The day you've had
and you're still all about your patients.
Evan...
at the café,
that thing that you said about my hair,
you have no idea what that meant to me.
Thank you.
You're not married, are you?
No.
How long have you wanted to do that?
The minute you walked in the door.
- What's up with you? - What do you mean?
You seem different. In a good way.
Okay, whatever you two are having, I must get me some of that.
Hey.
Dude, what happened to your face?
I, uh... I ran into the medicine cabinet
for the hundredth time since we started.
- Seems like a lifetime ago. - I know, I can't believe
- it's only been four months. - Seriously, I've spent
more time with y'all than I have with my family.
Does that mean that we are a family?
We're brothers and sisters from other mothers?
No. Shut the hell up, man.
*CREDITS*