- Previously on The Resident... - Old guy I was
playing golf with has developed a bit of a tremor.
Cracking open his head for a missed putt is a bit much, huh?
I hear you're applying for an O-1 visa.
If I help you, you'll get your visa.
If I don't, you won't.
Tell me about your Mom. Or Dad. You pick.
- Dad? Well, I hate him. - Why?
Because he's the last guy anyone would want as a father.
Alabama Shakes
playing Terminal West next week.
I got an extra ticket. It's not a date.
It's just a concert. Have a little fun.
You look good, son.
? Hol' up, wait a minute ?
? Baby, baby, are you listening? ?
? I go, U go ?
? 'Cause I don't ever wanna see your face no more, no... ?
Give me the bag, Doc.
Great.
? Now we at a crossroad, now we at the break ?
? All this back and forth ..., we gonna lose our way... ?
I need some help.
I take his head, you take his legs?
18-year-old male, unconscious, broken nose,
blunt force trauma to the head, possible concussion.
Three's open. Dr. Okafor.
- You're bleeding. - I'm fine. He's not.
His name's Atiba Johnson, maybe Jackson,
- something like that. - What happened to him?
I did.
- Synced and corrected by Shazi89 - - www.addic7ed.com -
You know, the key to success
in a business like this
is making the customers feel like family.
But this place goes a little overboard.
Sam, how are those eggs coming along?
You look well.
Atlanta suits you.
Why are you here, Dad?
I'm looking for worthwhile investment opportunities.
It's been over a decade since we last spoke,
and you suddenly show up... what's the real reason?
You were always suspicious.
And you were always a narcissist.
I was hoping that time
and maturity would open the doors for us starting over.
Dada! Dada!
Clearly, you don't know me very well.
Then again, you never did.
I was just... another thing you could use to hurt Mom.
So fighting for the custody of my son
- makes me the bad guy? - You didn't want me.
- You just didn't want to lose. - Here we go again.
And so that's it?
- My time's up? - I meant what I said
when I left for the Corps.
I don't want you or your money in my life.
You know, I've done a lot of research
on the health care industry.
You know what's fascinating?
You worked so hard to distance yourself from me
and... what is it you used to call it?
- greed and... - Questionable ethics.
Look at the industry you work in.
I help sick people.
And while I'm at it, I fight corruption
and train doctors to do the same.
I don't capitalize off of people's misfortune.
That's the difference between us.
Are you sure you don't want even a little local to numb it up?
- Some ibuprofen? Something? - What for?
Atiba's scans?
Look clear. He's a lucky guy.
No fractures, no contusions.
He's still under observation for a possible concussion,
but as soon as that time's up, we can turn him over to the cops.
Mm-mmm, no cops.
- The guy tried to mug you. - He wasn't even holding a real gun.
- Turns out it was a toy. - Doesn't negate the mugging part.
- Who got mugged? - No one. -Mina.
It's not a big deal. Just some kid
from my neighborhood made a stupid choice
- while high this morning. - And for that,
he got knocked the hell out!
I give that a "C" for effort.
Look, I vaguely know his parents.
They live in my neighborhood.
This is a boy who needs help, not jail.
- And you're gonna help him? - I did. I brought him here.
Cheese and grits from the Silver Skillet.
Down, boy.
This deliciousness is for someone else.
Well, I'm happy with the lab work
that came back, which means
you are finally cleared for your bone marrow transplant.
We can start your conditioning today.
Dr. Pravesh?
Yeah, so first you'll receive a series
of Bu-Flu chemo blasts to ensure
that all the bone marrow is cleared out.
And then we can perform an allogeneic
hematopoietic stem cell transplant.
Wow. You know, when you break it down like that,
it seems so simple.
Why don't you try that again, but this time not in Latin.
Okay. Sorry.
So, basically, we're going to take donor stem cells
and have them set up shop in your bone marrow
and populate your immune system.
Right. Once that's done,
your new and improved immune system
will recognize any remaining leukemia cells
as foreign, and attack them.
Go ahead and take that.
I can finish up in here.
Hey. Why'd you page me?
Hey. I need you to keep an eye on Lily for me.
I was taken off her team.
Yeah, I heard about that, Nic. Wait-wait-wait-wait.
What's going on?
All right, come on.
Close the door.
Is all this really necessary?
I think Lane's committing insurance fraud
by over-treating her patients... including Lily.
Look, Nic,
Lane is the most respected oncologist in Georgia,
not to mention someone whose work I have admired
and studied since med school.
Look, I have pulled every ounce
of research that I can possibly find
on high-dose intensification programs
both here and abroad... look at this.
These are from Lane's clinic.
Her chemo protocols are significantly higher
than even the most aggressive programs.
Did you tell Conrad?
I tried.
But if I'm gonna accuse his mentor of something so awful,
I need more proof.
Nic...
do you think, maybe,
you are letting your personal feelings for Lane
cloud your judgment?
It's no secret that you two don't get along.
No. I'm doing my job...
a job that Lane threatened, by the way... so you
just keep an eye on Lily.
You're her doctor... that's your job.
Do you know how much longer Doc Davenport is gonna be?
I really need to get back to rehearsal.
Nigel, I'm Dr. Hawkins.
Dr. Davenport asked me to stop by.
Look, let me save you
a long trip down an unnecessary road.
Yes, I'm showing signs of severe malnourishment,
and no, I don't have an eating disorder.
I suffer from chronic digestive pain,
and it makes it almost impossible to eat.
It's been over a decade, and no, none of my doctors
back in New York seem to know what it is.
So before you ask, the answer is no.
No more tests. Zero.
I've been poked and prodded by every doctor imaginable.
The only doctor I haven't seen is a gynecologist.
Eh, they're overrated.
I've accepted I'm just gonna live with this pain
for the rest of my life.
I'm a ballet dancer... I'm used to intense pain.
- That's no way to live, man. - I've made my peace.
Only thing that matters now is my career.
So can I just get some steroids for my ankle,
- so I can get back to my show? - Look...
I get it.
I get how important your career is to you, okay?
If you leave, you'll be right back with another injury.
Maybe a day, a week, or even a month,
but it will happen.
Your twisted ankle's just the beginning.
You're malnourished, and your body can't handle
the stress of being a professional dancer anymore.
- So I should just give up? - Give me 24 hours, and let me
see if I can figure out what's wrong with you.
It's worth it if I can save your career.
Right?
You found me.
- Wasn't lookin' for you. - Ouch.
Didn't you get the cheese and grits?
They say the way to a woman's heart is through her stomach.
Actually, I think that's the way to a man's heart, but thanks,
- Irving loved them. - You gave away my gift?
Mm, "gift" is a strong word. This is more like
you passed a bush, saw a flower sticking out, plucked it for me,
and then said, "Hey, look... I bought you flowers."
- Wow. Tough crowd. Okay. - Have you seen Mina?
I heard she took on a gang of muggers last night.
It's all anyone's talking about upstairs.
I need some help in here! Now!
- Damn it, Atiba, calm down! - Easy, buddy, easy!
- He's going through withdrawal. - He tried to take a chunk out of me!
Give me two of lorazepam.
Code Gray! Bed three!
Okay.
How's Atiba?
Calmer. Drowsy. Restrained.
- You need to call his parents. - Me? Why me?
Because someone needs to tell them to come pick up their son.
I don't do people.
I thought you were still on vacation.
My sister-in-law's in town.
Not a fan?
- Want to grab a coffee? - Sure.
- Be happy you don't have in-laws anymore. - Oh, I am.
By the way, that golf buddy of mine,
- the one with the tremor... - Right. How's he doing?
Well, he's had to lay off the benzos.
The side effects were too aggressive for him.
And now he's all wound up about the tremor returning, and...
Well, he's right to be concerned.
If the tremor is really interfering with his quality of life,
your friend may ultimately have to consider brain surgery.
And we both know when the air hits your brain...
You're never the same.
No, this is... this is a hospital, Mr. Jackson, not a hotel. No.
No, we don't have courtesy shuttles.
Well, you'll just have to come get Atiba.
Hello?
Are you kidding me?
- You okay? - Nothing a little caffeine
- can't fix. - Oh.
Mmm. It's been a long shift that is thankfully almost over.
Well, maybe this
will help your mood, too.
Oh, my God. I didn't even realize it had fallen off.
Lara found it on the floor of the nurses' lounge.
I'm simply doing the honor of returning it.
There you go.
I see you wear it all the time.
- Figured it's one of your favorites. - Well, thank you. I owe you one.
Really?
Get over yourself. I'll see you later.
Hey, Conrad!
Whatever it is, figure it out.
No can do. I need reinforcements.
The priority is to get to the source of your pain,
be it psychological, neurological...
- This is not in my head. - This is a GI problem.
We'll need to do a battery of tests,
starting with a colonoscopy and upper endoscopy...
That's fine, but after I get nerve condition studies.
- This is neuropathic. - Has anyone ruled out H. Pylori?
- This is a GI problem. - This is neuropathic.
It's psychological.
Battery of tests.
What's going on? I didn't ask
for any consults on this patient.
Our attending did.
We can't rule out biliary dyskinesia, either,
until we do a CCK-HIDA scan.
- Gen surg isn't even here. - Look who finally showed up.
Nigel, I'm sorry. Give me one second.
Can I talk to you, Dr. Wilmot?
You're not usually on the floor post rounds.
I don't have to account for my whereabouts.
I'm your attending. You report to me, not the other way around.
- You requested consults on my patient. - Yeah.
- Why? - I think the question is why didn't you?
He's already had every test you're coming up with in there.
Not at Chastain. We run our own tests.
Nigel is sick of doctors. He's been poked and prodded for years.
I'm just giving him a breather
while all his medical records are sent from New York.
And meanwhile, he sits around in constant pain?
Pain that can be exacerbated by unnecessary procedures.
Oh, see, this has always been your problem, Hawkins.
You think your way is the only way.
Look, I... I just want to go over his previous test results
before subjecting him to new ones.
Well, look, it's not your call anymore
because he's no longer your patient. He's mine now.
Thank you.
How you feeling?
I'm just gonna check your pupils, okay?
Doc, are these restraints necessary?
I'm cool now. For real.
I'm actually a nurse practitioner, not a doctor.
And yes, they are. They're for your own protection.
So, I guess the cops are coming, huh?
Well, looks like it's your lucky day.
Dr. Okafor decided not to press charges.
I haven't exactly had a lot of lucky days lately.
- I called your parents. - Why?
They don't want nothing to do with me.
Because someone has to come and get you.
If y'all for real not calling the cops, then just release me.
On your own? So you can go back out onto the street and score again?
I don't think so. Plus, you have lorazepam in your system. You could OD.
No. Seriously...
after everything that happened today,
I'm done with that mess.
I'm-a get clean.
I've heard that before.
Why you care so much about me anyway?
Is there anyone else who can come pick you up?
Nah.
I got no one.
So what happens to me now?
What are you doing?
Taking Atiba home.
I asked you to call his parents, not turn into his personal taxi.
His parents aren't coming to get him, so I'm going to take him to them.
Have you lost your mind?
Y'all know I'm standing right here, right?
Be quiet. You tried to mug me.
You don't get to say anything.
I'm sorry. This-this morning I wasn't thinking st...
I'm-a stop talking now.
Look, my shift is over.
I'm giving him a ride. It's not a big deal.
Damn oyibo savior complex.
Someone has to protect you from yourself... and him.
Plus, he's my patient.
So, you're stuck with both of us now.
That's fine by me.
Get your ass in the back seat.
It's quite a view, isn't it?
Never fails to impress. You rang?
Yeah, about an hour ago.
I was in surgery.
Ah, Mr. Levine's parathyroidectomy. How was that?
A success. I think you'll find him very indebted to Chastain.
I had the scheduling nurse clear your afternoon.
I ran into Dr. Edmund Carver from St. Grace
last night at the opera.
He's in town briefly,
and I invited him here for coffee today.
And you'd like me to attend that coffee.
Every reputable hospital in the country is trying to recruit Carver
after his surgery on the former attorney general.
I want Carver at Chastain.
I hear he's overrated.
Maybe.
But with your guidance,
he would be an incredible asset to your team.
You just talk to him.
Show him around, give him the full Bell.
Close that deal for me.
Consider it closed.
Thank you.
So, who are we mad at today?
Other than that pen.
How much time do you have?
Anything I can help with?
I convinced a patient with unknown chronic pain
to stay and let me try and help him, but then...
Word gets out, and the vultures descend.
Yep. I'll give you two guesses. Who was the leader of the pack?
Sampson in Neuro. He can never resist a call
for a mystery diagnosis. Allows him to bill
- a ton for testing. - Oh, he was there.
But today's prize goes to Wilmot.
Took over the case.
Wants to ensure if we figure out the diagnosis, he gets the win.
You sure it's just Wilmot that's bothering you?
Hey. You're a hard man to find.
- Well, you found me. - Wilmot asked me to consult
on a possible lap chole for Nigel Meahan.
You and Wilmot want to unnecessarily remove
a man's gallbladder without even knowing
if that's the source of his pain?
Well, for the record, I told him it was premature to consider surgery.
So, has he been biting everyone's head off today, or just mine?
Depends.
What'd you do?
You know, you really didn't
have to escort me to my conditioning personally.
Well, don't tell me you're sick of me already.
You know, once my immune system is stripped,
just how isolated am I gonna have to be?
Are we talking no contact? Or...
- It's for your safety, Lily. - No, I know.
That's stupid, right?
You'd think I'd be used to being alone by now.
I thought we were headed to conditioning.
We have time.
Talk to me, Lily.
What's really going on?
Well, this is the right thing for me, right?
The bone marrow transplant?
I've been doing some reading, and once we start,
there's no turning back.
You're scared. I get it.
- But that's-that's totally normal. - I know.
I have a 62% survival rate in my first year.
That's a 38% chance of dying.
But no doctor has ever just come out and said that.
Besides, there's...
there's other complications. I mean...
it could damage my organs. Infertility.
I want to have kids one day, and...
God.
Listen to me.
Self-pity is so attractive.
You know what? Ignore me.
Bone marrow transplants save lives.
I need a transplant, so I'm going to get a transplant.
End of story.
I understand, but...
I don't care what my husband told y'all on the phone.
Atiba is not welcome back in our lives.
It's not safe for him to be out on the streets.
He could OD at any time.
- Monique, if he's trying to get clea... - Do I look like a fool?
I'm done helping him.
That is not the boy I raised.
I know how difficult it is
to watch someone you love suffer through a disease
- like this... - Really, missy?
Do you have kids?
Do you know what it's like to come to work and find your store robbed
and then realize that your boy did it for drug money?
Or to come home and find your baby alone in a soiled diaper,
crying for hours
because his brother's passed out in the bathroom?
You're trying to protect what's left of your family.
I do understand that.
But I also know you still love your son.
What if he really is willing to get help?
He can beat this.
Monique.
Come on. Just hear him out.
Come on.
I'm for real this time, Mom.
Please.
I'll go in a program.
I swear.
I'll do whatever you say.
Ma!
That boy won't be able to stay clean.
He hasn't hit rock bottom yet.
Yeah, well, you can't give up hope,
'cause while you're waiting for rock bottom, you could end up dead.
So, who is it?
The way you're talking only comes from experience.
So who is it?
My sister.
Hey. I need a full panel on Lily Kendall.
Her most recent labs are in her file.
Thank you, but I'd still like to have a full panel done.
You've worked here long enough
that I shouldn't have to explain this to you.
Dr. Hunter handles all of her patient labs through
her clinic, and they've already done a full panel on Lily.
Isabel, you've worked here long enough to know that I am the doctor,
you are the nurse.
So you can run a new damn panel on Lily
or I can take it up with your supervisor.
Green and purple top coming up...
Doctor.
He's seizing. What's the first thing you do, Pravesh?
Let's get some access.
All right. Lorazepam.
Four milligrams. Go. Soon as possible,
- get him on the monitor. - What happened here?
Last I saw him, he was drinking his colonoscopy prep solution.
Where's Dr. Wilmot?
Let me guess, you paged him... no response.
Dr. Carver.
Dr. Bell.
It is an honor.
Randy, please. The pleasure's all mine.
Welcome to my hospital.
This is one hell of a hospital.
Well, you haven't seen anything yet.
How 'bout a personal tour before coffee?
Does that tour include a sneak peak at the Titian?
'Cause I am dying to get my hands on one of them.
Well, as long as you promise to share how you were able to do
a Kasai procedure in under four hours.
Dr. Carver. Wow, such an honor.
- If I may, one question... - Now-now is not the time.
No, no. It's okay. What's your question, son?
Uh, your retrospective study on risk factors for...
How do you keep your retransplantation rate
- under 20%? -It's actually been 22%... - This is not the time
or place for any kind of confrontation.
I need to talk to Dr. Wilmot. Whether or not
there's a confrontation or not is up to him.
- Just... let me handle it. - Dr. Wilmot.
I don't know what kind of drama you got going on with Conrad,
but get it the hell away from Carver and me right now.
Yes, sir.
That's the first thing, and the most important. Keep that in mind.
Hey.
I don't appreciate you embarrassing me in front of Dr. Bell.
You took anatomy class in med school, right?
Vestigial organs...
- What are you rambling about? - You know, like the appendix.
The one in 20 people who have it removed don't even miss it.
Serves absolutely no purpose in the human body anymore.
Like certain doctors here at Chastain.
You really think you're untouchable, don't you?
What I think is you gave an already malnourished patient
a prep solution that exacerbated his existing hyponatremia.
And when he started seizing, you were nowhere to be found.
- He's stable now, isn't he? - Thanks to my intern.
Good. Get an NG tube in there.
We should be able to get the solution straight
into the digestive system that way.
You want to put Nigel through
a nasogastric tube insertion just for a test?
If it means getting to the root of his pain sooner than later,
then, yes, I do.
Look, I'm trying to help the patient.
Then why don't you try actually listening to him?
You did a good thing getting Atiba to his family.
At least he's safe for one night.
I'm sorry I judged you.
I didn't realize you judged me.
It was all in my inner monologue.
Good to know.
I would've wanted someone to do the same for my sister.
There were many nights she didn't make it home.
But she's been sober for a year now.
So, you're sleeping with Jude now?
What? Why would you say that?
I'm really good at reading body language.
I mean, look, the guy's attractive and he's nice...
And safe, compared to someone else we know.
Look, Jude and I are just becoming better friends.
All right. So I guess that means I can become "better friends"
with Conrad now, right?
I was joking.
I-I'm sorry. I'm still running late.
What? Where are you?
I'll be there in less than ten minutes.
I need you to drop me at my place, right away.
Yeah, sure.
What are you doing?
Wilmot ordered me to put an NG tube in Nigel.
What a surprise.
He could have us both cut from the program.
Oh, man up. Where's all that bravado
you had on independence day?
What happened to "When someone's wrong",
I'll be the first one to tell 'em"?
Well...
I'm not so sure Wilmot's wrong.
Get out of my way.
Let me have it. I deserve it.
When you asked for 24 hours, I didn't realize
it would put me closer to planning my own funeral.
You said you could help me. Now I'm worse off than when I came in.
What are you doing?
You're right. I should have done a better job protecting you.
Do you trust me?
Yes.
God knows why.
Put your clothes on.
Do I want to know what you're doing?
Wilmot can't test a patient he can't find.
- Mina, what's going on? - Thanks for the ride.
I'm so sorry. We tried to wait for you at home.
No, it's my fault. I was delayed.
She won't stop throwing up. It's never been this bad.
These episodes can recur multiple times a year.
- Any abdominal pain? - Yes. A lot.
Here you go. Here you go, baby.
- Tell me the pain, one to ten. - Ten.
You followed me?
That call sounded urgent. I thought I could help.
- Mina, what is going on in here? - Do you have any pain in your head?
Just my stomach.
Mm. I need one tablet of ondansetron. Bottom drawer to the right.
And one liter bag of IV fluid from my backpack.
Are you just going to stand there or are you going to help?
Mina, are these from Chastain?
Okay, so this is one test I haven't had.
But, seriously, what are we doing here?
I'm hiding you where no doctor will voluntarily show their face.
A hospital waiting room?
That is brilliant.
And a damn sad commentary on my profession.
So, what's the plan beyond hiding?
I'm gonna listen.
I've reviewed all your old medical records.
Now I want your patient history directly from you.
Doesn't matter how small the detail... bore me with it.
You went to all this trouble and all we're gonna do is talk?
Patient's words over tests.
90% of the time, they give you the answers you need.
Maybe.
I have to say, you're not what I expected.
- Yeah? What'd you expect? - Frankly, less warmth, more ego.
Well...
Your surgeons are lucky to have you as chief.
- I hope they appreciate you. - Well, y-you're very kind.
But I can tell you what they do appreciate is the autonomy
and the extensive OR time.
And, you know, for the best of the best,
just a membership to the Blackburn Club.
Wow.
A lot of benefits to working here at Chastain.
- It's a great place to be. - Well... I'm curious. Uh...
how are your surgical error and complication rates?
Excuse me?
Well, I'm leaving St. Grace for a bunch of reasons,
and, to be honest, accountability's a big one.
They refused to even consider my recommendations
for tracking surgical error rates, among other things.
Well, so-so what you're looking for
is a place that's willing to embrace that.
Transparency and accountability force us to weed out the bad
and grow the good.
This one doctor at St. Grace had patients die
from complications every time he did a bypass.
No one even noticed.
Except me. I noticed.
That's incredible.
I'm telling you, it's like they say, you know,
the truth never gets out of the OR.
Well, you are just full of surprises.
How's Shalisha?
Cyclical vomiting syndrome.
She'll be fine once she finishes her IV treatment.
- Mina... - Save me the lecture.
I can't.
You're treating patients from your home.
You're taking supplies from Chastain.
Those drugs are all free samples from reps.
Free samples given to Chastain. Regardless, you could lose
your medical license for treating people in your home.
Hell, Mina, you could lose your visa.
I'm not a fool. I know that.
But am I supposed to look the other way
while people in my community are dying from treatable illnesses?
So send them to a clinic.
What clinic?
All the big hospitals are closing their local clinics
left and right for profit reasons.
And it's not fair. But if you lose your license,
you're not gonna help anybody. Ever.
My uncle, Onoche,
he was a brilliant man.
Like a second father to me.
He was a surgeon here in the U.S., and...
when he'd visit Nigeria on holiday,
he'd bring my cousins clothes and candy.
For me, he'd bring medical books and gadgets.
On his last visit home, he had a heart attack.
A heart attack he would have survived
if he had access to proper health care
and not been in a hospital in Arondizuogu
without a working defibrillator.
I think that's the most words you've said, ever,
in the past three years I've known you.
Don't get used to it.
I don't know how I was still standing.
It hurt, but I still finished the show.
My rendition of Albrecht's Act II variation was "just perfection."
At least, according to The Times.
I would've paid to see that.
Colleague issues?
Father issues.
You're talking to a male dancer about daddy issues?
Bet my old man was way worse.
Oh, you think so, huh?
My dad couldn't wrap his head around me wanting to dance ballet.
So he forced me to go out for football instead.
He'd train me by making me run stadium stairs
carrying buckets of sand.
My legs would burn,
my lungs exploding.
I was, like, 15 years old at the time and I thought I was going to die.
Never thought just inhaling air
could be so excruciating.
But my father didn't care.
He just kept pushing.
My dad was so bad, I went to fight in Afghanistan for peace and quiet.
You said you were 15 when this happened?
Yeah.
Funny thing is, my dad still thinks I'm a wuss.
Joke's on him. He doesn't get how much strength
it takes to do ballet.
Was that the first time you felt pain like that?
Sure, yeah.
But it would always go away after the workout.
Was your initial pain centered in your diaphragm,
right about where your ribs meet?
How'd you know?
I think I know what's wrong with you.
Don't mess with me, Doc.
Has anyone ever mentioned median arcuate ligament syndrome to you?
Hey. Have Lily's labs come back yet?
She's about to start conditioning.
Wait. This can't be right.
Isabel, am I reading this correctly?
Lily's in acute renal failure?
I thought you were the doctor.
Oh, my God. How did we miss that?
If we proceed with the transplant, she'll die.
Call downstairs right now and make sure
that they don't start her conditioning. And page Dr. Hunter.
Lily, you're gonna be okay.
How did her initial labs not show that her kidneys were failing?
Yeah, I'm asking myself the same question.
Somebody clearly messed up.
I'm gonna get down to the bottom of it
as soon as I get back to my clinic.
Whoever made this mistake will be fired. I can promise you that.
Dr. Hunter.
If we would have proceeded with this treatment,
Lily would have likely died.
Yes. You saved Lily's life today, Dr. Pravesh.
Excellent work. It's good to know I was right about you.
You're gonna make an exceptional oncologist.
Thank you. That means a lot.
Okay.
If Dr. Hawkins is right,
and this is MALS,
the minute this numbing agent hits that celiac ganglion,
you're gonna feel instant relief.
How you feeling?
Pain-free.
The first time in over a decade.
Hey.
Where the hell have you been?
Patient's fine, by the way. Thanks for asking.
Turns out he has MALS. Surgery's scheduled
for next week after his final show.
Hey.
You think you're so damn smart.
You know, one of these days your need to play God
with the rules is gonna cost a patient their life.
And when that happens, there'll be a long line of us ready
to make sure your medical career goes up in flames.
Mmm. One man against an army. Now you're talking my language.
That gets me excited.
You know what else gets me excited?
Knowing that if your hand is still on my arm
in three seconds, you'll be waking up in the ER
with no memory of how you got there.
Carver is even more impressive in person.
Oh. That's exactly what I want to hear.
He'll be a great addition to the surgical team.
And I think his plans for tracking
and publicizing all error rates are really admirable.
Wait. Publicizing outside the walls of the hospital?
Yeah, but I think once we get through those lawsuits
that that transparency causes, we'll be...
- Lawsuits? - Yeah, lawsuits.
But Chastain can weather those, and maybe, you know,
- even get ahead of the bad publicity. - Right, of course.
You know, we can spin it into something we can make use of.
You know, here's the thing, Dr. Carver's very expensive.
And I think I'm gonna have to take a look at the budget.
I'm not sure that Chastain
can afford to make a competitive offer at this time.
That's a pity.
Marshall. I didn't expect to see you here.
I had some unfinished business with Dr. Hunter.
Well, good news, I hope.
Actually, I won't be investing
in Chastain after all.
It's just not the right fit for me.
Well, that's a shame,
that you couldn't have come to that conclusion
before wasting everybody's time.
I appreciate your time and hospitality, Claire.
You wouldn't by chance know where Dr. Hawkins is?
Conrad Hawkins?
I'm sure he's on the fifth floor.
I can have one of the nurses page him.
I wasn't aware you were acquainted.
He's my son. Excuse me.
Did you know?
No idea.
Eh, regardless, makes no difference.
Of course it does.
A no now could very well be a yes later.
- You haven't seen me work my magic. - Yeah, dream on.
Hey. I rushed back as soon as I got your message.
What's going on?
You were right.
I ju-I just... I-I can't believe this.
It's crazy.
That transplant... with Lily's comorbidities.
All right, Devon. I need you to keep your voice down.
Just tell me exactly what happened.
Okay, I reran a full blood panel on Lily without telling Lane.
And the lab showed that her kidneys are failing.
Which means she's not eligible
for a bone marrow transplant right now.
Lane just played it off like somebody at her clinic
made a mistake, but I don't know...
She had to have known, right?
Why would Lane proceed with the transplant?
Money. Bone marrow transplants are the Super Bowl
of cancer treatments when it comes to billing.
Lily would have died.
You were right.
We have to do something about Lane.
Let's just try to stay out of each other's way
while you're doing whatever business with the hospital.
I'm not investing in the hospital.
Truth is, I never was.
I was just doing some recon, that's all.
Recon for what?
I'm opening a small private hospital.
What I hope will be the first of many.
And I don't just want you to work there.
I want you to run it...
after you finish this final year of residency, of course.
- What? - Just hear me out.
You can do what you love to do.
Interact with the patients while training your doctors your way,
without all of this bureaucratic mess over your head.
You trying to buy your way back into my life again?
Maybe I am. The point is,
this is something that's important to you,
and it's important to me to help you get it.
Conrad, I am trying.
I-I don't need an answer right now.
Just think about it.
You know how to reach me when you're ready.
Who's that?
My father.
Your father?
Are we really not gonna talk about this?
No, we're not.
I'll see you later.
Hey. Talk to me.
Don't do this. Don't shut me out.
Look, if this is about Jude...
Nic, no explanation necessary. It's your life.
Conrad...
You told me repeatedly that this thing was over between us.
I just didn't want to hear it.
That's on me.
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