.
[car honking outside]
[suspenseful music]
*
- Ahh! [playful grunting]
Help! I need a corpsman.
- Game over. - Don't I get a rematch?
- Sorry, shift starts in 20 minutes.
- [sighs] - How 'bout a kiss though?
- I...will take it.
[pounding on door] - Dr. Choi! You there?
[pounding continues] Dr. Choi!
Your neighbor Trent has been stabbed.
I need you. - Show me.
[tense music]
- Bitch! You crazy bitch!
- Trent...
Call 911!
- [groans] Oh, God, Ethan.
- You know I'm a doctor. I'ma take care of you.
- [pants] She stabbed me!
Our crazy neighbor.
Get her! - April? April!
- Ow--[groans]
- Gonna need a second ambo!
- Evil...
Trent Gardner is an evil man.
- Help is on the way, ma'am. - Ow, my arm.
- Okay, where else are you hurt?
- Ow!
*
- Mags, where do you want us? - You're going to Baghdad.
- Okay. - Naima, talk to me.
- 40-something female: GCS, 15.
Fell down a flight of stairs.
Head lac, possible left wrist fracture.
Tried to board and collar, but too agitated.
- He's a monster.
- She's a suspect in a stabbing.
- Dr. Halstead, Treatment Four.
- On it.
- I opened the door, and he was right there.
He wants to kill me. - Who wants to kill ya?
- [groans, sobs]
- Ma'am, watch my arm. - Okay.
- Ow...[groans] - Ready? Stand by!
- One, two, three... - [groaning]
- There you go. - Okay.
- 50 of fentanyl for the pain.
- There you go.
- Let's get an AP lateral X-ray of that arm.
Ma'am, did you hit your head? - Oh, God--[groans]
- There you go. - Do you know where you are?
- He's been trying to kill me for weeks.
- Ma'am, do you know where you are?
- I had no choice. I had to protect myself.
- Ahh!
- April, let's give Trent 50 of fentanyl.
- She's crazy.
- Single stab wound to the epigastrium.
No evisceration from what I can see.
I need X-rays, chest and abdomen,
and let's echo the heart.
- I didn't do anything, man.
I tried to give her her mail. - What?
- Brittany, her mail got mixed up with mine.
[breathing heavily] Ow!
- Echo's negative. No pericardial effusion.
Belly's also negative.
- Knocked on her door.
She attacked me. - Everyone stand back.
*
- I know, it sucks. - Ow--[whimpers]
- Gonna need a CT, head and C-spine.
- [panting] Oh, my God.
- Stand back.
- Oh, God--[sobbing]-- oh, my God.
[scanner clicks]
[solemn music]
- Yeah, ulnar styloid fracture. - Uh-huh.
- Mags, need a hematoma block to reduce.
- You got it.
- He puts gas in my air vent. I can smell it.
- We're gonna take good care of you, all right?
- No, no, nothing's safe. I'm not safe.
[breathing shakily]
I had to stop him. I had to.
- Ow!
- This our victim? - Yes.
- You up to give me a statement?
- Crazy bitch stabbed me for no reason.
- Page trauma for a surgical evaluation.
Trent, we're gonna see how best to proceed, okay?
Talk while we wait.
- [groans] Oh, God!
- Detective Jay Halstead, Chicago PD.
Why don't you start with what happened?
*
- Dr. Charles.
Allow me to introduce you to Dr. Robert Haywood.
- Doctor. - Not medical.
- Astrophysics, actually.
- Oh, way beyond me. - [chuckles]
- So Dr. Haywood is a visiting professor at Northwestern.
He was at MIT,
and his cardiologist in Boston referred him here.
- Uh, please, Bob.
- Bob asked specifically to see you.
- Well, I've read your papers.
I'm particularly impressed
with psychodynamic therapeutic applications
in acute medical environments.
- Oh, dear, a masochist.
- Yeah. Uh, I'm gonna leave you two to talk.
Here's that. Sir...
- Thank you. - Of course.
- Thank you, Doc. - Yep.
- So, chronic cardiomyopathy... - [clears throat]
- From chronic ischemia.
Class-3 heart failure.
Wow, I'm sorry.
- My energy's low.
When I lecture, if I stand too long, my legs swell.
I can't get an erection,
not that anyone's clamoring for one.
And I'm on 11 different meds, as you can see.
And I expect in the next six months,
I'll be in the ICU with an inotropic drip,
waiting for a transplant.
- Yeah, well, unfortunately, that is a possibility.
- Yeah, so, it isn't unreasonable
I get a little anxious?
- I'd be surprised if you weren't.
Well, last thing I wanna do is add to your drug regimen,
but, you know, we should have that conversation.
In the meantime, I'm happy to prescribe you a mild sedative,
tide you over.
- Thank you. - Yeah.
- Oh, by the way, I think you might know my daughter.
She's a psych resident here:
Sarah Reese.
- You're Sarah's father? - Yeah.
Has she mentioned me to ya?
- Well, only in passing, but, um...
- We've been estranged for many years.
I didn't write or call.
That was a mistake.
Yeah...I should've at least written.
But I didn't wanna interfere
with Sarah's relationship with her mother.
It was an extremely bitter divorce.
But I see my coming to Chicago as...
serendipity,
a chance to reconnect with my daughter.
- Sure. I certainly understand that.
- Since you've seen me professionally, I assume
everything I've told you is confidential.
I'd prefer if Sarah didn't know about my condition,
my need to see a psychiatrist.
- Of course, you have nothing to worry about.
I will zap this prescription into the hospital pharmacy,
and I will get back to you with a referral.
In the meantime, it's lovely to meet you.
I'm a--I'm a great admirer of your daughter.
- Thanks.
*
- Dr. Sexton.
- Paramedics called ahead with a STEMI alert.
Mr. Murphy got aspirin and morphine on the ride.
Just started an esmolol drip.
- EKG. - Yeah.
Big ST elevations in the lateral anterior leads.
- X-ray?
- Uh...normal.
Except for some mild pulmonary congestion.
- Time is muscle, Dr. Sexton, so?
- We get him to the cath lab for a stent.
- Now. - Okay.
All right, Mr. Murphy, you're having a heart attack,
but we're gonna take care of you, okay?
Open up that blocked artery.
*
- Can't believe it.
*
- What's up?
- I just got this from my father.
He's relocated to Chicago.
He wants to get together.
- Wow. - Yeah, the nerve.
I mean, I've gotten, like, two birthday cards in 20 years.
He totally disappeared from my life,
and now he thinks he can just leave me a note
and I'll come running to see him.
- Well, I can certainly understand
why that would make you angry. - Right.
What would you do?
- Well, I mean, that's not--
that's not for me to say, but...
- But what?
- Well, I mean, I think when a family member,
you know, somebody important in your life is--
wants to seek resolution,
that's--that's never a bad thing, is it?
- So, you think I should see him?
- No, I didn't say that. I just--
I think it's a personal decision.
- Well, that still sounds like a yes.
[sighs]
Mm, I'm not going to.
- Hey, Doc, I got a patient in Four: Brittany Coleman.
Stabbed her neighbor. Cops have her under guard.
Seems pretty nutty. Wanna take a look?
- "Pretty nutty," is that a-- is that a clinical term?
- She's had fentanyl, but no sedation.
- I'll be right there.
- Dr. Bekker, what do we got?
- Meet Mr. Murphy.
Some genius in the E.D.
sent him to the cath lab with a STEMI.
Take a look at his aorta.
- Damn, it's blue.
Aortic dissection?
- That's what I'm afraid of. - Ah...
- Where's that echo, Marty? - Coming up now.
*
- Yep. Type-A proximal aortic dissection.
This guy's in big trouble.
- Diagnosis should've been made an hour ago.
Heart's been ischemic for too long.
- He's gonna need a bentall procedure to repair.
- Hope your dance card's free. I can't go it alone.
- You're in luck.
Let's put him in deep hypothermic arrest.
- Let's take us down to 18 degrees.
- Put the cooling wrap on his head.
See if we can't save this guy's life.
.
- Somehow, at night, he gets in my apartment,
and he moves my things around.
- Okay.
- [sobbing] He poisoned my food,
my water.
Is he alive? Where is he?
- He is alive. - Oh, my God.
- .5 of Ativan, please, Maggie.
- Don't let him near me!
- Oh, we won't. We will not. - What is she doing?
- She's just giving you something
to make you a little bit calmer.
Thank you, Maggie.
- You know, he--
he started by killing the pets in my neighborhood.
- Brittany, I can promise you this, you're safe here.
You have nothing to worry about.
What I'd like you to do is try and get a little rest,
and then I'm gonna come back later,
and we can talk some more, okay?
[solemn music]
I'll see ya in a bit.
*
- Head case?
- Well, Ms. Coleman certainly appears
paranoid and delusional,
but I'd like to know what's driving it.
What are the labs saying?
- Well, tox screen is negative,
but she is malnourished and extremely dehydrated.
She definitely has some kidney damage.
- Yeah, that's not surprising.
I mean, she hasn't been drinking water or eating,
and she thinks Mr. Gardner's trying to poison her.
Says she acted in self-defense.
- Yeah, but how can we believe her?
You just more or less said she's crazy, right?
Can't have it both ways.
- Well, Jay, he's saying we don't know yet.
- Yeah, I mean, just because you're paranoid
doesn't mean they're not after you.
- All right, well, in any case, I wanna get her statement
and get a tech down here to take her prints
to match 'em to the knife.
- Get a much clearer picture for you
if we let her calm down a bit.
- I'm sorry, guys.
She admitted to stabbing someone,
so it doesn't matter if you certify her or not,
compos mentis, she's a suspect.
- Fair enough.
- All right, lead the way. - Okay.
- Hey, Mags? - Mm-hmm?
- You know Barry's court appearance is today.
- And you're telling me this why?
- Well, I just thought maybe you'd wanna go.
- I don't.
- Look, Maggie, I understand, but still I--
- Nat, he had plenty of chances to tell me the truth,
but he didn't. - I get it,
but the only reason why you know the truth now
is because he used a gun to save my life.
- Infant with a bad cough in Two.
Go. Please go. - Okay.
[baby coughing] - [chattering]
- Ms. Campos, hi, I'm Dr. Manning.
Why don't you tell me about your little girl,
um...Abby?
- About a week ago, she came down with a cold,
and it kept getting worse,
and now she has this really bad cough.
- And it sounds so strange. Is that normal?
- My sister, Wendy. - Hi.
Um, I'm gonna take a listen to her chest,
but you can hold her while I do that, okay?
- Of course. - Temperature's 101.2
- Thank you. [baby cries]
Hey, it's okay.
- It's all right.
[crying intensifies]
- Okay, so, that sound that you're hearing,
it's what we call stridor cough.
Uh, it could be caused by croup,
but more likely pertussis, whooping cough.
I'm pretty sure that's what we're looking at here.
- Abby already had her first DTaP shot.
She's not due for the second one.
- Unfortunately, she doesn't have full immunity yet.
- Oh, God.
- Is it, uh, really serious? - It can be,
but Abby doesn't seem to be doing too badly.
I'd like to start her on antibiotics,
give her some Tylenol for her fever,
and run some labs just to confirm.
Let's get a babygram, a CBC, BMP,
and do a nasal swab for cultures and a PCR.
Thank you.
- Is there anyone you'd like us to contact?
- My husband's out of town on business.
I'll give him a call.
- All right, just hang tight a little while longer.
I'll be back to check soon.
- Thank you. - Yeah.
- So I saw this patient.
Guy's taking big doses of acetaminophen
for back pain, right, then he gets a cold and starts
taking an over-the-counter cold medication,
also with acetaminophen.
He comes in with-- - Liver damage.
Yeah, people don't read the labels.
- What's up?
- My dad is trying to get in touch with me.
- Oh, really?
Finally.
I mean, that's--that's-- that's a good thing, right?
- No...it isn't.
My, uh-- I wrote my mom about it,
and, uh, this is what she says.
"Stay away from him. He'll only hurt you."
- Hm...that's rough.
- Yeah. My mother's a mess.
Yeah, she hates my dad. I never should've written her.
- Oh, hey, my patient, Joe Murphy,
how'd his stent go?
- Uh... - Any word?
- Give me a sec.
Oh, he didn't get his stent.
He went straight to the O.R.
- What? Why?
- Well, he didn't have a heart attack.
- What do you mean?
- He didn't have a heart attack.
- Aortic dissection? - Mm-hmm.
- Okay, I'm--no, no, no, uh--
I'ma head up to surgery.
Text me if you need me, okay?
- Okay.
[solemn music]
- Suction, please.
*
- Dr. Rhodes, how's he looking?
- Your patient, Doctor?
*
- Yeah. - Brilliant.
*
- Repairs to the heart are complete.
- Let's wean him off pump.
- Cutting to two liters.
- All right...
He's tolerating it.
- Take him off pump.
- Off pump.
- Damn it, right heart failure. - Yeah, heart's ballooning.
Echo confirms.
Mean arterial pressure's down to 30. He's crashing.
- Put him back on pump. - I'm on it.
- He had all the symptoms of a heart attack.
- Marty, where are we at with drugs?
- He's maxed out on everything:
Dopamine, dobutamine, milrinone.
- All right, let's add epi. Up inhaled nitric to 20.
- And two amps back on bicarb. - He's severely malperfused.
You're gonna kill his organs. - I'm aware, Dr. Rhodes.
- Is this why you brought me in?
So I could share in your disaster?
[tense music]
- [groaning] - April?
- Heart rate's 110. - Oh, I don't feel good.
- Let's get another blood pressure.
- Why is this happening?
Started out a normal day.
Oh, god, how did I end up here?
- Nobody expects to wind up here,
but I promise we'll take good care of you.
BP's 108 over 76. - Wait...
- Whoa-- - [coughs]
- Knife must've nicked his stomach.
Didn't show up on the scan.
Trent, I'm sorry, but we have to get you to surgery.
Let the O.R. know we're sending him up
for an emergency laparoscopy.
*
- Oh, Dr. Manning, this is my husband, Aaron,
our son.
Ben, say hello to Dr. Manning.
- Hi. - Hi. [chuckles]
You know, it's a little tight in there.
Would you guys mind waiting out in the lobby?
- Sure.
You'll let me know how Abby's doing?
- Yeah. - Come on, buddy.
[baby coughing] - I know...
- Hi. - She sounds worse.
- All right, let me take a listen.
Hi. [baby chatters]
All right...
[baby coughing]
- Maybe the antibiotics aren't working.
- They just need some more time.
Let's start her on the nebulizer.
- What's that?
- It's gonna open up her lungs, make her more comfortable
until the antibiotics start to work.
Go ahead. - Okay.
Are you ready?
- Thank you.
So I'm gonna have you hold this right here,
just like that. - Okay.
Yeah? - That's perfect.
All right, you let us know if you need anything, okay?
- Thank you. - Yeah. Thanks.
- The first microsecond of the Big Bang,
the inflationary epic of the universe,
when it went from the size of an atom
to the size of a marble,
lasted 10 undecillions of a second.
That's... 10 to the negative 36th.
That's just slightly longer than the attention span
of the average college student.
[laughter]
So, we can get
a few of the hows of the universe.
As to the whys, well, that's a question for Siri.
[laughter]
See y'all next week.
[solemn music]
*
Sarah...
*
- How do you even know what I look like?
*
- Look, you have every right to be angry with me.
- What do you want?
*
- Just another chance.
*
.
- Just...[mouths words]
Dr. Charles, this is Ms. Sutton,
a friend of your patient's, Ms. Coleman.
- Alana. - Nice to meet you, Alana.
- I was hoping I could see Brittany.
Would it be all right?
- Do you mind if I ask you a few questions first?
- Oh, of course. You're a psychiatrist.
- Yes.
Um, so, how do you know Brittany?
- I'm a very close friend.
- Uh-huh, so then you know why she's here?
- Yeah, I heard. It's terrible.
I mean, what would make her do such a thing?
- Well, that's what we're trying to figure out.
You know, have you noticed anything unusual
in her behavior recently?
- She has seemed a little more nervous,
and I do know that she's had problems with her neighbor.
He's a very unpleasant man.
Could--could he have threatened her?
- Well, the police are-- are investigating all that.
- Good.
By the way, did she mention anything about a check for me?
- Sorry? - [laughs]
I'm thinking it might not be
a good time to bring it up with her.
I mean, it's not important.
Can I see her now?
- Yes, um, I think that
she might find your presence reassuring.
- Mm.
- Alana, thank God you're here.
- You poor dear.
Poor dear.
- Help! We need a doctor! Help!
- She--she's having some kind of fit.
- She's seizing. Get me some suction.
- Got it. - Ativan.
.05 mgs per kilogram IV. - Right.
- Oh, my baby...
[tense music]
*
- Oh, my God. - Oxygen.
- [breathing heavily]
I can't stand to see her like this.
Isn't there anything else you can do for her?
- Lauren, we are doing everything
that we can for her, okay?
We'll be back to check on her again soon.
*
- Uh, Dr. Manning? - Yes?
- A couple of weeks ago,
we visited my sister and the baby
and my son, Ben, he, um-- he had a little bit of a cold.
But that--that couldn't cause this, right,
the--the whooping cough?
- No, not if it was just a cold.
- Okay.
- A mild case of whooping cough can present as a cold,
but I'm assuming that your son is vaccinated?
*
Wendy?
- He isn't.
- Then yes, your sister's baby
could've caught this from your son.
- Oh, my God.
- Has your son had any of his childhood inoculations?
- No, my husband doesn't believe in it.
*
- Not this one? - Excuse me? Can I talk to you?
- Yeah.
*
- So, your wife tells me that Ben hasn't had
any of his childhood vaccinations.
- Oh, God, here we go. Really? You had to tell her?
You know how these people think, honey.
- Yeah, I had to tell her.
- If you notice, Doctor, our son is doing just fine.
- Yeah, maybe he's just fine,
but your niece is in there with whooping cough,
most likely because of him,
because of you. - You don't know that.
- That baby is suffering horribly.
She could die. - Aaron?
- Look...I'm sorry,
but I have to do what I think is right.
I have to protect my son.
- Oh, you think you're protecting him?
Do you have any idea how dangerous an E.D. is
for a child without immunity?
Do not assume that there aren't more idiots like you out there.
- Excuse me?
- And who knows what these kids might have:
measles, mumps, polio.
Get your son out of here.
I'm serious.
Get your son out of here now.
- Ben, come on, let's go.
- Dad... - Now, come on.
*
Let's go. - I'm staying with Lauren.
- Wendy?
- But, honey, go with your dad, okay?
I'll be home as soon as I can.
- Okay.
[solemn music]
*
- Mean arterial pressure is 53,
58...65.
It's coming up.
Bypass.
Now.
- We're still giving blood products?
- No. - How 'bout meds?
- He's still on maximal support,
but his urine output has improved.
- Profusion's improving.
- I think he's stable enough to decannulate.
- I agree.
He's looking good.
- Great. - No thanks to you.
- Let's just close him up.
*
- Trent, we understand the surgery went well.
- We'll get you up to your own room,
as soon as a bed opens up. - Thank you.
[inhales deeply, clears throat]
What's she doing here?
- The woman who attacked you, she was injured.
- But don't worry, she's under guard.
- No, no, not her, the other one.
- I think she's a friend.
- Keep her away from me.
Keep her away.
*
- Dr. Charles, I went to see my dad.
- What made you change your mind?
- I don't know,
maybe because my mother told me to stay away from him.
- Ah-ha.
- But it's not just about me being rebellious.
All these years, I've wondered who he is,
why he left.
You always tell me there are two sides to a story.
I wanted to hear my dad's.
- Makes sense.
- Oh, and just so you know, my dad said he did write me...
- Really? He said that?
- Yeah, yeah. My mom must've thrown the letters away.
- Huh.
- He's not really the monster she made him out to be.
He's a professor of astrophysics.
He's brilliant, his students love him.
He's, um--he's taking me to dinner tonight
at the Faculty Club.
*
- Maggie, what's the, uh--
the new extension for the pharmacy again?
- 4482.
*
- Um, this is Dr. Charles.
I--I sent in a prescription this morning
for a Robert Haywood:
Lorazepam.
He pick that up yet?
He didn't?
*
You sure?
*
Okay, thank you.
*
- Dr. Charles, my patient, Mr. Gardner,
you know, he was more upset seeing the friend
of the woman who stabbed him.
- A friend?
Alana? - Yeah.
*
He says she filed a crazy lawsuit against him
to get possession of his apartment.
It cost him thousands of dollars to get it dismissed.
He says he often sees her outside our building,
staring up at his place.
Somehow, she's got it in her head
that his apartment belongs to her.
*
- Hm. [items clatter]
- Poison! Get it away!
- Ma'am, you need to get back on the bed now.
- I got this. - ...and he poisoned me!
I told you! I told you!
- Calm down. - He's trying to k--I told you.
He has poison. - Brittany...
- .5 of Ativan.
- Look at me. I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you.
- I told you. He's trying to kill me.
I'm not safe. He--[panting]
No.
- There you go. - No, I can't...
[tense music]
*
.
- So, tell me again how you figured out
that your neighbor was poisoning you.
- Well, you can't taste it.
It's just a little bit,
but it builds up in your body and it kills you.
And...
Alana saw him do it.
- Oh, uh, Alana saw him? - Yeah.
- Uh-huh. - She knows what he's up to.
- I got it.
You two are, uh--you're-- you're very close, aren't you?
- Oh, yes.
- How long have you known her for?
- Um, a couple of years.
We met at the farmer's market.
- Ah.
- I don't know what I would do without her.
[soft music]
Alana looks after me.
You know, if she lived...
next to me instead of that man, I would be safe.
She wants to be close,
so she can protect me.
*
- Hey there.
- How's Brittany? - Better.
- Thank God.
When will she be able to come home?
- I'm not so sure that she will.
I mean, not right away anyway.
She's gonna definitely need more therapy,
and, well, frankly,
there's a very good chance she gets arrested.
- Arrested? - Yeah.
- That's terrible.
Who's gonna drive me to exercise class?
- Excuse me?
- I don't have a car. Brittany drives me.
- Very nice of her.
Did you say something before about a check?
- Did I? - Yeah.
- Oh, well,
Brittany is helping me with this month's rent.
- Oh. - I'm not very good with money.
[laughs]
- She really is such a--
a kind, agreeable person, isn't she?
- Mm-hmm.
- Chauffeuring you around and giving you money.
- She lends me money. - Of course.
- I'm a very good friend to her.
- There is no doubt in my mind.
You know, um, I should have some news for you very soon.
Why don't we find you a warmer place to--to wait?
- Okay.
- BP's stable.
- Let's start titrating down the epinephrine.
- Nice job.
- How could I have missed it?
I did a chest X-ray and an EKG--
- Neither of which showed the aortic dissection.
Look, every indication was that
the guy was having a heart attack.
- What if I had just done a--a bedside echo?
- Why?
Look, you thought your priority was to get him to the cath lab.
- But that was wrong.
- Look...we're all taught to see things a certain way,
and most of the time, that works,
just...not all the time.
It is a very, very hard thing
to see past our assumptions.
Believe me, I'm still learning.
[computer beeping]
- [gasps]
[monitor beeping]
Oh, my God.
- She's cyanotic. She needs more oxygen.
- Oh, no.
- Sats at 88, 86...80.
- We need to intubate. - Intubate? A--a--a tube?
- Yes, I'm sorry. .14 of atropine,
2 of etomidate, 14 of sux.
- Wha--what are-- what are you doing?
Is she gonna make it?
[tense music]
Poor baby.
- I'm in.
Take over bagging, Monique.
- Did it work?
[valve hissing] - Heart rate's back up 110.
Sats at 98. She's stable.
- [sobbing] It's all my fault.
It's all my fault that she's sick.
- What are you talking about? - I am so sorry!
I'm so sorry. - What?
- Ben, we thought he just had a cold.
- What? - We never gave him his shots.
- Shots? You mean... Ben had whooping cough?
- It seems likely. - [sobs]
- He never had his shots, and you let him near Abby?
- I didn't know. - How could you?
- I am so sorry.
- You did this to my baby! Get out!
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[exhales sharply]
*
[sniffles]
- I think we're dealing with a case of folie à deux.
- And that is... - A shared delusion.
- Heads up, guys, I got an arrest warrant
for Brittany Coleman, attempted murder.
Gonna transfer her to the psych ward at Cook County.
- Before you do that, there's somebody I'd like you to meet.
Two minutes.
- Alana?
This is Detective Halstead.
I thought it would be very important
for him to get your perspective on how this all unfolded.
- How do you do?
Uh, maybe we should talk somewhere more private.
- Oh, all right. - Great.
- So, how can I help?
- I understand that you were the one
who warned Ms. Coleman about her neighbor, right?
That he was poisoning her food,
putting gas through the vents.
- And he's a child molester. Did you know that?
- I haven't seen any indication of a criminal record.
- Huh. Now, what about Mr. Gardner's apartment?
- What do you mean?
- Well, that you think it should be yours.
- [laughs] Who told you that?
- We're just trying to understand
all the different factors that might've prompted
Brittany to attack her neighbor, that's all.
- I hope you don't think that--
[stammers]--I don't know what he has been telling you,
or how he has twisted things,
but I have only tried to protect Brittany.
- Here's the thing, you could look at this case
and come to, uh, a different conclusion,
that maybe you didn't really care that much about Brittany,
and you just wanted her to kill her neighbor
so that you could have his apartment.
- He's out of his mind.
You keep lying,
and something really bad might happen to you.
- Ma'am, was that a threat?
- [chuckles] No, of course not.
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- You sure know how to bring out the best in people.
- Yeah, it's a gift.
.
- So the way I see it,
Alana is who we refer to as the inducer.
- So, is Brittany insane?
- I think she's malleable, impressionable,
maybe a little paranoid, but without Alana's influence,
she would let go of the delusion
and probably even be remorseful for what she did.
- Was Alana making the whole thing up,
or did she really think Trent was evil?
- Well, evil in the sense that he was standing in her way.
- And she did all that for an apartment?
- I would diagnose Alana as a psychopath.
I mean, they get off on playing those kinda games.
- I'm sorry, guys, I still got to arrest Brittany.
- But Jay, is she really the criminal here?
- We might be able to charge Alana with accountability,
bur for now, I got a signed a complaint from the victim.
[solemn music]
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- Thank you.
Hey.
- That guy who didn't immunize his kid,
did I hear you call him an idiot?
That was a very Will Halstead moment.
- I just--I can't stand it.
No matter how much science we give people,
no matter how much proof,
they just go on believing what they wanna believe.
I mean, the guy who started this whole anti-vac thing
has been completely discredited.
So what is wrong with people?
Why do they keep clinging to this myth?
- Mass hysteria.
- Yeah, and that baby pays the price.
See ya. - All right.
*
- Okay.
[sighs] - I had my arraignment today.
- [sighs] I know.
- I pleaded guilty.
Sentencing's next week.
*
I wanna explain, Maggie.
I was barely 17.
- Barry, I've heard a lot of stories today.
I'm really not up to hearing another one.
- I got busted for aggravated battery.
Juvie records are sealed,
but state agencies still have access.
I never would've gotten a job.
So, I changed my name. I thought I could--
- That's not the point.
All the time we were together, you never told me.
- I'm trying to--
- I don't know who you are.
I don't know--just...
*
[knocking on door] - Hi.
So, good news: Um, Abby's latest labs
show her white count has come down,
and I am also very encouraged by her latest chest X-ray.
- R--really? - Yeah.
So, I'd like to do what we call a spontaneous breathing trial.
I'll see if she can breathe on her own
without the ventilator.
Okay. Go ahead and turn it down.
[ventilator whirring]
- She's breathing.
- Sats are holding.
Respiratory rate and tidal volumes are good.
Hm, I think she's turned the corner.
- Oh, thank God. - Monique?
- Oh, my baby.
Have you seen my sister?
Do you know if she's still here?
- She is.
- Dr. Haywood.
- Dr. Charles.
I'm taking Sarah out to dinner. - So she said.
I was there when she got your note.
I played dumb. - Thank you.
- She told me about-- about your ex-wife.
Uh, kinda disturbing
that she destroyed all your letters.
- Ah, yeah, it was a, uh...
nasty divorce.
- I know all about those.
Listen, your prescription is waiting for you
in the pharmacy. - Oh, great.
- Anytime you're ready. - Thank you.
You know what, frankly, just talking to you this morning
made me feel a whole lot better.
- Well, good.
Just so I know...
did you decide to share your condition with Sarah?
- No, not yet.
I don't wanna make her think
I might need something from her.
- Well--w--like what?
- Uh, well...
[chuckles] You know, honestly,
I don't have many friends, no other family.
My ex-wives refuse to even talk to me.
You might say I've burned all my bridges.
- Right.
When your health starts to deteriorate,
who are you gonna turn to to take care of ya?
- Well, it's natural, isn't it?
Daughter taking care of her father?
Plus, I admit, I'm not very good with money,
so I could use Sarah's help in that department.
*
Uh...everything I tell you is confidential?
- Of course. Of course.
- Okay.
[chuckles] Ah-ha! Here she is.
*
- You met my dad. - Yes, I did.
- Uh, ready? - Yes.
- Good night, Dr. Charles.
Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you too.
*
- You were throwing in some beautiful stitches back there.
Fast.
- No, you moved right with me. Spot-on with the craft.
- Thanks.
- So...which of your myriad girlfriends
gets Dr. Rhodes tonight?
- [chuckles] Yeah, no.
Tonight, it is just me and Jimmy Fallon.
I've gotta--I gotta pace myself, you know?
- You're a real mystery.
You used to be such a one-woman guy.
- Yeah, well, that didn't work out particularly well, did it?
[door opens] - Ah...
Aortic dissection.
Very often fatal.
Mazel tov to you both.
- Thank you.
- I emailed you a case: conjoined twins.
We plan to separate them in about a month.
It's going to be a long and difficult procedure,
involving several departments.
I am putting together our team.
- I look forward to it. - Actually, I haven't decided
which of my fellows I'm going to include,
but I wanted everyone to be au courant.
- Sure. - Hm.
You know, we often say mazel tov
as an offer of congratulations,
but it literally means "good luck".
*
- It sounds like he's only going to bring on one of us.
- Yeah.
You shouldn't have invited me into the aortic dissection.
You could've grabbed all the glory for yourself.
*
Gotten a leg up.
*
- That's what I get for hedging my bet.
- Yeah, it's... better to go all-in.
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