.
- I had your van towed.
- You took my home. How could you?!
I gotta go. - Mom, stop! Mom!
- I'm a little concerned. - What do you mean?
- When capable people like yourself
feel like they need a little extra help...
- I'm not on anything.
- Do you feel like you've been morally compromised
promoting the Vas-COM?
- I don't feel so good.
♪
- How about drinks?
- I don't think it's appropriate
for me to date a patient.
- You know how to reach me.
- You saved me.
- Another round of Arnold Palmers?
- Just because I can't drink doesn't mean
you have to abstain.
Arnold Palmer for me. Mezcal for the gentleman.
Double shot. Best you got.
- You trying to take advantage of me now?
- Oh, no.
I like my prey alert and engaged.
- Oh, I'm sure you do. [laughs]
- Hey, what's up, man? - Hey, Big D.
- What was I saying?
- Oh, you was telling me about some knucklehead kid
that busted up his leg on a skateboard.
- He had a bone sticking through his shin
and then his foot just was like--
- Hey, come on. Stop it. - [chuckles]
Hey, Uncle Joe, I ain't see him in a minute.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
I think it's probably best to let him be.
He's not in a good place right now.
- Why? - Sergeant Kerry.
- Oh, man.
He up to his antics again, huh?
- Yeah. He put him on rubber gun squad.
- Desk duty for what?
- Some rookie cop was mouthing off at your uncle
in the parking lot after work,
so Joe had to teach him how to respect his elders.
- Oh, Joe shaped him up?
- Joe shaped him up good. [both laugh]
Well, we shouldn't be laughing. But it was a sight to see.
- And he snitched, right? - Yeah.
Because these young guys, what, they as soft as tissue paper.
They wasn't even on the clock, but you know Kerry.
- I know Kerry.
- I think he's just trying to make an example
out of your uncle.
[phone chimes] - Oh, excuse me.
You, uh, you mind if I--
- Who's hitting you up at this hour?
Is it another lady friend?
- No, it's your mom, actually.
And she wants me to meet her at Med.
- I thought you weren't on call tonight.
- No, I'm not. She knows that.
I, just, um...
- Don't want to let her down?
- Yeah, just--I wouldn't have started drinking if I--
- Crockett, you're allowed to have a social life.
- Yeah. Right?
Just...let her know that I'm unavailable,
and, uh, that's that.
- And then what do you say we get out of here,
go back to my place for a nightcap?
- I would, uh, I would love that.
But I have to be up early.
I'm on in the ED at 7:00.
- Do-over tomorrow night?
[both chuckle]
- So I'm thinking about getting all the guys together, right?
And we're gonna have a poker night.
- I'm standing right here, and you come in the door
and you knock me out of the way?
- Hey, pal. Why don't you just go sit down, okay?
- I said you cut me off, old man.
- Get out of my face. - Get out of my--
- Hey! - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Chill out, bro. - Take it easy.
- Hey, I hardly touched him.
- Uncle Joe, you're bleeding.
Let me look-- - Hey, Joe! Joe!
- Hey, stop it. Stop. - Enough!
Let's get him out of here. - Come on, man. Come on.
- Let's go. - Let's go.
- Take it easy.
♪
.
- I'll circle back later after his wife leaves.
- So you really think Cooper was about to come clean?
- I'm sure of it.
I'm telling you, Ms. Goodwin, he was--
- Keep me posted.
- Hey. - Hey.
- How you doing? - I'm still in shock.
Matt seemed completely fine at the convention center
and then all of a sudden, he just--
- Yeah. I know.
- Do you think it was my fault?
Maybe Matt overheard me questioning his judgment
on Eleanor Holt's case and then--
- No, no, no, Jessa. That's not why--
- And if that raised his blood pressure, then maybe--
- No, I'm positive.
There were... extenuating circumstances.
- Good. I mean, not good.
The man had a heart attack. I just--
- No, I get you. - Really?
You're one of the few.
Anyway, I should get this.
- Yeah.
[somber ambient music]
♪
- Hey, Unc. Good morning. How you feeling?
- Just had whiskey and bumped into some jackass.
- You're a peach compared to the guy
that put that gash on your head.
- Oh, crap. Not my money maker, D.
- [laughs]
Look, I would have sewn you up myself,
but I figured I'd let Plastics take a crack at it.
You know? Give you the VIP treatment.
- Thanks, D. You and your pops are always looking out for me.
- Yeah. On that front, uh,
I heard about the incident with the rookie.
- What incident? Come on, huh? Where we come from,
you pop off, you could get your ass handed to you.
Kid didn't expect your unc to make him eat pavement,
that's all.
- Well, what about you, you know?
How are you dealing with the fallout?
Heard you talked to somebody internally.
- Yeah. They had me sit down with some pencil-neck shrink
from the department, cover their asses.
It's not like I'm gonna cry my guts out to the guy.
That'll give 'em a reason to put me out to pasture sooner.
- Well, um, you know, we got a guy here.
Dr. Charles, he's the head of psychiatry.
He's becoming a really good friend of mine.
- Here we go. - Nah, for real.
He's a good guy.
And he has no connections to the department.
No one will ever know that you even talked to him.
Are you really gonna turn down an opportunity
to bitch for an hour?
- Ow. That does sound appealing.
- Yeah.
- You know, Marsha, she's been trying to get me
into therapy for years.
It'd make her happy.
- Well, you got to wait on Plastics anyway.
[moody music]
♪
- So, uh, how are you doing this?
You taking steroids, huh? You cloning yourself, huh?
Because you've seen more patients this morning
than any other doc in the ED.
- Really? I didn't realize.
- Not that it should come as any surprise
seeing as you've learned from the best.
- You referring to yourself? - Hey, you said it, not me.
- Hate to break up the love fest, gentlemen,
but we've got an MVC incoming.
Dr. Choi, you're going with Dr. Marcel. You good?
- Yeah, good. - Damn right you are.
[alarm beeps]
- Marcus Clemens, 40-year-old male.
Unrestrained driver, high-speed MVC.
Suspected chest trauma and visible bulge in his abdomen.
GCS 12. Vitals are stable.
Gave him 4 of morphine in the ambo.
- It looks like some sort of incarcerated ab hernia.
Might be traumatic. It's hard to tell.
- I've seen it before when patients get thrown
against the gearshift.
Hey, Mr. Clemens, I'm Dr. Marcel.
You were in a car accident. You're at Chicago Med now.
I'm gonna take good care of you.
All right guys, here we go.
Whoa, no, no, no, no. Kayla, cover Dr. Choi for me.
- Come on.
- Not yet, brother. Welcome back.
- Here we go. On my count.
One, two, three.
Nice and easy. Ultrasound, please.
- All right.
Diminished breath sounds on the left.
- Okay. FAST is negative. - All right. Let's clear.
Mr. Clemens, I need you to be still for me. Okay?
- X-ray's up. - Yep.
- Left pneumothorax.
- I'll put in a chest tube. - Go ahead and prep.
I'm gonna see if I can reduce that hernia manually.
[Marcus groans]
- Okay, bear with me, Mr. Clemens.
- Might wanna try the Trendelenburg position.
- That's not gonna make a difference.
- Some Brucet to relax him?
- No, this thing isn't budging.
I'm concerned it's starting to strangulate.
- Might be the angle. - Give me an abdominal CT.
Let's see what else is going on.
Mr. Clemens, you feel this right here?
- All right, everyone,
let's simmer down and let's gather.
- Yes. Good morning, everybody.
It's that time of year again.
Wyatt Labs is on site to do our random drug testing.
Maggie will facilitate,
assigning each of you a time slot.
- And I know y'all are slammed, but no exceptions.
Everyone must give a sample before clocking out today.
Uh, Doris, you're lucky numero uno.
Thank you. Thank you, y'all.
- Okay, well, you have my number if she turns up.
Yeah. Thanks.
- [clears throat]
- Oh, hey. I was just, uh...
My mom and I got into a fight last night and she took off.
I've been up all night calling shelters, trying to find her.
- I'm sorry to hear that, Stevie.
- Yeah, well, wishful thinking on my part
that she'd turn up in a shelter.
- Any idea where she might have gone?
- Uh, yeah.
In the past when things have gotten chaotic,
she's turned to drugs.
Anything to numb herself.
- So you think she might be trying to score?
- I don't know. I'm gonna see
if I can track down her friend Misty.
Um, see where people from the encampment are buying.
- Why don't I come with you?
Got a five-hour pharmacy and therapeutics Zoom
this morning I'm sure I won't be missed at.
- I appreciate the offer, Will, but it's okay--I'll be fine.
- Oh, I don't doubt that.
But everyone can use a little backup, right?
Even the Hammer.
- You call me that again, I leave you on the curb.
- Copy. Let me get dressed. I'll meet you out front.
- Okay.
- How you doing? I'm Dr. Charles.
You must be Uncle Joe. - Yeah.
Well, Dylan here says that you're a master of your craft.
So that's a ringing endorsement.
- You know, he's enthusiastic,
so we try and look past his faults.
- All right.
I'll let you two comedians get at it.
- What's, um-- what's been going on?
- Well, didn't Dylan tell you already?
- You know, just the broad strokes.
He said that you were having a rough time at work.
- Honestly, Doc, I was hoping you might
recommend some sort of meds.
- Oh, okay. - My wife Marsha--
well, I don't know if she calls herself that anymore.
She had me move out when things hit the fan.
- Oh, boy. I'm sorry to hear that.
- Anyways, she always thought that I should be on
some sort of pill, you know?
Help even me out a bit. - Right.
- Guess cops are allowed to take them now
with a doctor's note. I don't know.
Maybe if she heard that I was finally listening
to her advice for once, she might let me move back in.
- Okay. Look, we can absolutely talk about medication.
But I guess I just--I want to hear a little bit more
about what's going on.
For instance, you say that your wife thinks
that maybe medication might even you out.
What do you think she means by that?
- No, no, no, no. Look, it's not like
I'm some sort of loose cannon. All right?
It's just what happened with the rookie,
I know I crossed the line.
I should never have put hands on him.
- I think you're-- you're probably right
about that last part, but I mean, look, I get it.
I've been doing this for over 30 years.
I wouldn't want some first year resident mouthing off of me.
- Exactly. These kids these days, no respect.
Punk got off easy.
- Hmm.
[woman retches and coughs]
- Hey.
Is everything okay?
- All good.
- Vanessa? [toilet flushes]
Are you all right?
- Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Food poisoning, I think.
I stopped by a sketchy food truck
last night after work. My mistake.
- Oh, no. Do you feel well enough to work?
- Actually, maybe I should go home.
- Oh. Sure.
Let me just check the testing schedule.
- You know, can I just reschedule that
for another day or something? - Unfortunately, no.
They take a real hard line on these things.
Anyone who misses is automatically subject
to investigation.
But no worries, I could just move up your time slot,
and you can go home right after.
- You know what, I, uh, I think I'll stay.
- You sure? - Yeah. Yeah.
I think I probably actually got the--
the worst out of my system.
- Okay, well, try to take it easy and rest between patients.
Oh, and don't forget to hydrate.
- I got it, Maggie. Thank you.
- Okay.
- Hey, morning, Dr. Blake.
Apologies I couldn't scrub in last night.
- You missed a once-in-a-year case.
- Oh, well. My rule of thumb--
if I wouldn't drive, I shouldn't operate, right?
[chuckles]
- Maybe I made a miscalculation.
- I beg your pardon?
- I thought you were committed, serious about the opportunity.
- I am very much so.
- Just not enough to prioritize it above drinking and partying?
- With all due respect, Dr. Blake,
I wasn't on call last night.
- Okay. If you want to shadow me,
when opportunity knocks, consider yourself on call.
Doesn't matter the hour.
And if that doesn't work for you, you just let me know.
Sooner rather than later.
I don't like having my time wasted.
[tense music]
.
- Hey, Crockett, I just got Marcus Clemens' CT back.
No solid organ injury and no free fluid,
but a clear abdominal wall hernia with incarcerated bowel.
- Yeah. Looks like he needs an emergent laparotomy.
All right, I'll call the OR now.
- Right now? You think that's a good idea?
He's got a pulmonary contusion. His sats aren't great.
- Well, it's not opportune.
But if we wait, we risk the bowel dying.
Yeah. This is Dr. Marcel. Give me scheduling.
- What about giving manual reduction another shot?
I had this old-school surgeon on my first deployment.
She taught me this method she swears by.
- Hold on for me. - Heat followed by ice
and you kind of corkscrew the bowel back into place.
- I'm telling you, Ethan, the sucker's stuck.
It's not budging, and the more we piss off that bowel,
the greater the risk of strangulation and perforation.
You know that. - Let me give it a shot.
I'm not trying to undermine your efforts in any way, man.
I just--I saw this work on the ship dozens of times
when surgery wasn't an option.
- Yeah. Let me call you back.
You know manual reduction
is a physically involved procedure.
- Yeah, I know. I'll be careful.
- I understand that.
But with your injury, I mean-- - Hey, let me worry about that.
- I'm sorry, Ethan, but when it has the potential
to negatively impact the patient's outcome,
I can't do that.
I'm gonna book the OR.
Yeah, give me scheduling.
Yeah, laparotomy 2.
- Didn't sound to me like this Sergeant Kerry
has too many fans on the force.
I mean, is he giving everybody a hard time?
- No. No, no. This guy's had it out for me
ever since he got his stripes.
Listen, get this, every year,
we all get uniform allowance, right? 1,800 bucks.
This year, mine doesn't even hit my bank account.
- Not a clerical oversight, huh?
- Oh, no. Kerry keeps track of every penny, where it goes.
He did this on purpose just to snub me.
I mean, you should see this prick
sitting up there at his castle at Mount Greenwood.
Then they're at Mastro's every Friday night,
dining off the company dime.
- Every Friday? - Like clockwork.
And in the meantime, this jerk's cut me
out of overtime by taking me off-a patrol.
- But I mean, Joe, that's--
that's a decision you can appeal, right?
- And give him the pleasure of shooting me down, huh?
Humiliating me again? Forget it.
But I'm gonna tell you what,
if he doesn't put me back on patrol soon,
I can't say what's gonna happen.
- What-- what do you mean by that?
Joe, what do you-- what do you mean by that?
- Listen, Doc, are we going to do these meds, huh?
I gotta get going here.
- Misty saw my mom last night.
Said she was headed to a pawn shop.
She's trying to hawk a gold bracelet,
which confirms she's looking for fast cash.
- Where do you think she got a gold bracelet?
- It's mine. Um, she must have taken it with her.
She's not a thief.
She acts out when she's desperate.
Anyway, Misty gave me some addresses.
places where people are buying, shooting galleries.
I thought we could start there. - Hey, if you want,
I can call my brother Jay, get help locating her.
- Will, if the cops find her with drugs in her possession,
they'll lock her up.
- Look, I don't want this to sound harsh,
but maybe that's the wakeup call she needs.
- She's already done time.
Served a one year sentence back in 2003.
I can't put her through that again.
- Whoa, whoa. Hey, Joe, where are you going?
I thought we were gonna talk a little bit more.
Buddy, again, medication is absolutely--
- Hey. I'm good. Okay?
Thanks for the help, Doc. I gotta split.
- Hey, let's at least try and find Dylan.
I--I know that he wanted to say goodbye to you.
- I hassled the kid enough last night.
I won't bother him while he's saving lives.
Take care, Doc.
- Hey, Marcus.
Techs will be by shortly to transport you upstairs,
and Dr. Marcel will meet you in the OR.
- Oh, already? Okay.
- Were you able to get in touch with your wife?
- Yeah.
She was hoping she could get here before the surgery,
but I told her not to come.
Elaine's eight months along with our first
and she's got preeclampsia, so it's...too risky.
- Ah, that's tough.
- She could go into labor at any moment,
and if I'm not there, she just might not--
Anyways, uh--[sniffles]
not like I got any other options, right?
Guess surgery is it.
♪
- And the patient was referred by Dr. Scott.
- Yeah. Close family friend, okay?
Calls him uncle.
- Mm, Understood. You said he sounded paranoid?
- I mean, maybe even a little delusional.
- Did he make any direct threats against this sergeant?
- Not explicitly. But, I mean, he's smarter than that.
He did, however, describe in surprising detail
the habits of the sergeant and his wife.
I mean, I'm pretty sure he's stalking him.
- Yeah. But without an explicit, eminent threat,
you can't commit him.
A judge won't allow it.
- And that's a conundrum, right?
I have no way to force him into treatment,
which leaves one option, which is to alert the sergeant.
I mean, surely, I have an ethical responsibility
to notify potential victims of--of threats.
- A duty to warn. - Yeah.
And yet I hate going that way.
There's already so much stigma around first responders
seeking mental health support.
This is precisely the kind of situation
makes it that much worse.
I mean, you think Dylan is ever
gonna send me a cop in trouble again?
He'll never forgive me.
- But if this guy ends up attacking someone--
- Never forgive myself.
- Whew, this is a tough one, Daniel.
I don't envy the position that you're in.
But just know,
whatever decision you make, I've got your back.
- [sighs]
- Vanessa.
Dr. Rush is looking for you.
- Sorry. Um, I just need a moment.
- Wait, have you been crying? - No, no, no. I'm fine.
- Vanessa. - No, I'm fine, I just need
to go back to work. Please, just--
- Vanessa! - [hyperventilating]
- Oh, my God. Okay. Sit down.
Sit down. Okay. - [hyperventilating]
I just need to go back to work.
- Okay, you're having a panic attack.
Slow down your breathing. With me.
In. - [inhales shakily]
- Out. - [shaky breaths]
- What's going on?
- I'm so screwed.
[tense music]
I've been taking Adderall for the past couple of weeks
to stay on top of work. And now with this drug test--
- If you have a prescription, he can't penalize you.
- No, I--I know. I--
I don't have a prescription.
I know! I know.
It's just because I've been so tired
and overwhelmed with work and--and med school.
I know it's no excuse. But everyone does it, Maggie.
I took a pill this morning,
and as soon as I found out about the drug test,
I--I threw it up right away. But--
- If you threw it up immediately,
it wouldn't have metabolized. So you're fine for the test.
- I took one last night.
And the half-life of an Adderall is ten hours.
- It takes a day to...
[sighs] to clear your system.
- I'm not gonna pass this test. I'm not gonna pass it.
Everything, everything that I worked for,
I'm just gonna lose.
[sobbing] I'm not gonna pass this test.
I'm not gonna pass this test, Maggie.
- Okay, okay.
- Maggie, I'm not gonna pass this test.
- Okay. Look at me. We're gonna figure this out.
- No, no, no. This is on me.
I'm gonna face the consequences.
- Okay. Have you been guzzling water?
- Yes. - Drinking cranberry juice?
- Yes. - Okay, keep it up.
As much as you can handle.
And--and in a few hours,
we're gonna take an off-the-record drug test,
and we're going to see where we're at.
Okay?
- Okay. Yeah.
- But that's the last Adderall you ever take.
- Yeah. Yes.
- Okay. Let's get you out of the cold.
Come on.
.
- Excuse me. Have you seen this woman?
[sighs]
- Hey. Why don't I search upstairs?
Yeah?
[somber music]
♪
- Hey. Is your mom or dad around?
- Hey, Stevie, I didn't see your mom.
- Mr. Clemens, what are you still doing down here?
- Marcel.
[clears throat]
Dr. Choi made a very compelling case
to give manual reduction another go.
- I can't believe you signed off on this.
It's not safe for Dr. Choi,
and if it's not safe for the doctor,
I assume it's not safe for the patient.
- If anything goes south, we're both right here.
And if it still doesn't work, Mr. Clemens
goes straight to surgery. No harm, no foul.
- Oh.
- My test result?
- Just got the alert.
Let me see.
The Adderall's still present in your system.
But it has to be a tiny amount at this point.
- It doesn't matter.
It's all over. I'm gonna lose everything.
- Vanessa.
Here.
- What's this?
- Lasix.
To dilute your urine.
Take it exactly 30 minutes before you give your sample.
If we're lucky,
it'll make the last traces of the drug undetectable.
- Maggie, I--I can't thank you enough.
- Don't.
If you're just stopping to pass this drug test--
- No, no, no. I'm not. I'm not.
You have my word. I'm done with it.
I don't ever want to go through anything like this ever again.
I'm done.
- Oh, my God!
- Hey, just try to relax, Marcus.
Take deep breaths.
Okay. I feel it's starting to go. I feel it starting to go.
[Marcus shouts]
- Sorry. - No, no, it's okay. It's okay.
I'm just getting a bit of resistance.
I need more leverage.
- Maybe it's time to head upstairs.
- No, no, no, no. I just need a better angle.
- Whoa, what are you doing?
- Too restricting.
- Ethan. - I'm good.
[tense music]
♪
There we go. It's going.
Yes, it's going. It's going.
[Marcus groans] Almost there.
We got it, Marcus. We got it. We got it.
We got this. Yes. Yes! - Ohh--
- That's it. [laughing]
Hey, good job.
- I guess you can cancel that OR.
- We'll give you a little time to rest,
and then we'll check back shortly. Okay?
- I can't thank you enough, Dr. Choi.
- You take care of your little one, all right?
Hope it's a smooth delivery.
[emotional music]
♪
- Gotta hand it to you, man. [chuckles]
[tense music]
♪
Hey, hey, hey.
[whispering] Hey, hey, hey, hey.
[Ethan groans] You okay, man?
Hey, talk to me.
- [inhales sharply] I'm gonna need an MRI.
- Okay.
- Oh, that's a big one.
You're gonna feel a little pinch, okay?
- Ow. - Sorry.
- Hey. Get away from her.
- I'm not hurting her. Promise. I'm just removing a splinter.
[atmospheric music]
♪
Hey. What do you say we go get something to eat?
No? Aren't you hungry?
- I can't leave Mommy.
[distant siren wailing]
- Hey. Hey, yo.
We gotta bounce.
- Come on, baby. - No, no.
- Let me go. - She's not going with you.
- Let me go. Mom. Mom.
- We don't have time for this.
Just leave her. - Let me go.
Mom! Mom!
Let me go! - I'm sorry.
- Mom!
- Why the hell did I just get a call from my father
saying that you've reported Joe as a threat
to Sergeant Kerry and his wife?
- Dylan, I'm really sorry that I couldn't give you a heads up,
but you know HIPAA.
- Do you know they called him in,
stripped him of his weapons, and pending an investigation,
he could get kicked off the job!
- And I would feel absolutely terrible
if that were to happen. - What did he say? Huh?
What the hell did he say that was so bad
that you had to go and blow up his life?!
- You know I can't tell you that.
- Look, if he was using some sort of heightened language,
it was all bluster. Okay?
It's a part of cop culture. Macho talk, you know?
Joe--Joe's rough around the edges. Yes.
But he's not a danger to anybody.
- But, you know, I got to go with my instincts.
You need to trust me, Joe is a powder keg.
And I just couldn't risk something terrible happening.
- I told him you were gonna help him.
But instead, you destroyed everything he ever worked for.
[tense music]
♪
.
- Thanks again, Rosado.
- Yeah.
[engine starts]
♪
Police just took her.
They said DCFS already has a home lined up for tonight.
- [sighs] That's good.
- You all right? - Yeah.
[emotional music]
I just, uh...
No, I know how that girl feels.
Like this is all her fault.
I shouldn't have left Chicago.
I abandoned my mom.
- Hey, this isn't your fault.
- It was my job to protect her.
[sobs] It was my job.
- No, that was her job.
She was supposed to protect you.
- Multiple herniated lumbar discs.
- Yeah. Gonna set him back months.
Poor guy just can't get a break.
[sighs]
- This wasn't some freak accident.
- Katie, would you excuse us, please?
Say what now?
- You should never have allowed Ethan
to push himself like that.
- Navy men are a tough breed. Sacrifice is second nat--
- That's garbage.
As acting chief, it is your duty
to look out for your doctors.
If they can't say when, you're supposed to.
Simple as that.
♪
- Where you headed now?
- Home.
- Promise?
Good. I'll see you.
- Hey.
I'm glad you were there today.
[engine starts]
- Did you give your sample? - Yeah.
- Well, all we can do is wait now.
You did everything you could.
It's not in our hands now.
- No, wedid everything we could, Maggie.
Listen, I am so sorry for how hard I've been on you
these past few months.
For you to put your neck out for me, it's--
It means a lot. And...
I honestly owe you.
- Believe me, Vanessa...
[sighs] You don't owe me anything.
♪
- Mmm. Will.
Hey.
- You, uh...
gave me quite the scare.
- Yeah.
- Yeah. Seemed like you were...
I don't know, looking for a distraction yesterday.
You got a lot on your mind.
- Mm.
- Yeah. What is it?
- Having a hard time keeping my eyes open.
- Yeah. I should, uh...
let you rest.
[line rings]
- Hey, Pop. You heard from Joe?
- No. I was gonna ask you the same thing.
No one's seen him.
He's not picking up his phone either.
Called him, like, a dozen times.
- Yeah. You stop by the apartment he's renting?
- Just left. Nobody was home.
He took that news pretty hard, D.
I'm afraid he might do something to himself.
- Yeah. I got you.
- Look, I'ma, um, hit a couple more cop bars, all right?
- All right. I'ma dip out of work.
Stop by Marsha's. See if she's heard from him.
- I love you, son.
- Love you too.
- Joe, what are you doing?
- Sit down. Now. - Hey, hey. Joe.
Joe. No, please. - Now.
- Hey, Dad,
Uncle Joe still drive a '69 Camaro, bright orange?
- Shut up! Shut up! Shut up.
- Joe, whatever it is you're feeling,
we can talk it through. - Oh, you want to talk?
You want to talk, huh? What, like we did this morning?
Huh? You're such a phony. Do you know that?
You're just like everybody else,
trying to screw me over!
.
- You're gonna get on your phone.
You're gonna call the department.
Tell them you messed up, overreacted, I don't care.
You just get me my life back. Do you hear me? Hm?
- Okay. Okay. [knock at door]
- Shh. Shh.
- Dr. Charles?
[door knob rattling]
♪
[phone ringing]
- Stop! Stop! [Joe grunting]
Just stop. Please stop!
- [breathes heavily]
- I know this isn't what you were hoping to hear.
- No, but it's certainly not your fault.
Thank you for stopping by, Dr. Yang.
I'll follow up with my primary. - Okay.
- Oh, Dr. Halstead.
- I can come back later. - No. It's fine. Come on in.
- I just wanted to let you know that, uh,
my chat with Cooper was a bust.
He was totally out of it. I didn't make any headway.
- Dr. Halstead, I think maybe we should put this on hold.
- Wait. That--that's not what I was getting at.
I'm fully on board. - No, I know you are.
It's just that I feel it's taken a toll on us both.
- What's going on?
- I'm having some trouble regulating my blood sugar.
We added an oral to my regimen.
But unfortunately, it hasn't helped.
- I'm sorry to hear that. What are they thinking?
- Well, given that my cortisol levels are high,
they're concerned that it might be--
- Stress?
- Yes.
- Look, I got it from here.
- I'm sorry, Dr. Halstead.
But I'm just not willing to let you take that risk.
♪
- Dr. Marcel.
- Does this approach usually work for you?
Just pushing docs to their edge, past their edge?
'Cause I saw how it worked for a colleague today.
And it doesn't.
- I'm sorry to hear that.
- I want to learn from you, Dr. Blake. I do.
But not if I have to-- - Pay a price?
Give something up?
Oh, you will, absolutely.
But it's the cost of not giving everything you've got,
of not pushing past that edge,
that's what keeps me up at night.
And I suspect you and I are cut from the same cloth.
Check your email. Got a kidney transplant at 6:00 a.m.
[knock at door]
- Uh, listen, um...
I apologize for coming at you earlier, man.
I just never thought that Uncle Joe was even capable of--
- I get it.
You have a long history with him, right?
And it can be difficult to...
see people you're close to in a certain light.
- You were right to report him. I talked to Marsha,
and he was making threats against the sergeant.
I mean, that's partially why she kicked him out.
Thanks again, by the way, for not pressing charges.
- Hey, that's the last thing
someone going through a mental health crisis needs, right?
I mean, I'm just glad it looks like
he's gonna get the right kind of help now.
- Yeah.
- Sit down, will ya?
I think that you're in a tough spot, right?
You're--you're straddling these two worlds, right?
And you got loyalty to both.
It's--it's just a tricky tightrope to walk.
- You know, back when I was a cop, all that behavior,
that tough guy stuff, it was normalized.
- Yeah, well, like I said,
I think--I think you should take it easy on yourself.
- Will. Hey.
- Hey.
- Um, I wanted to ask you this morning,
but it seemed like really awkward timing.
I was wondering, there's a tree lighting happening downtown.
My niece Holly is singing carols
and I thought, I don't know,
I thought maybe you'd want to come with me.
Well, it's just you mentioned that your mom used to
take you to see the lights, and I thought,
in the spirit, it'd be great.
- Yeah. Let's go cheer Holly on.
- Okay. Yeah.
- Dr. Choi.
Thank you, Daniel.
I heard about what happened. Have you talked to Dr. Abrams?
- I have. And, uh...
after reviewing all my options,
I've decided to have the multilevel spinal fusion.
- Oh, wow.
So I'm guessing you'll need a little longer to recover.
- Unfortunately, it'll require
at least two months of rehab post-op.
- Oh, jeez. I'm so sorry.
- Don't be. I knew the risks.
It was my decision.
- Well, that's very noble of you.
But you have to take care of yourself.
So take as much time as you need.
We'll be thrilled to welcome you back at Med
whenever you're ready.
Yes?
- Yes, ma'am. - All right.
- Excuse me. - Ah.
Thank you.
- Have a good night, Ms. Goodwin.
- All right.
[emotional music]
♪
- Mom!
- I--I took something of yours.
I just needed enough money to get the van back.
I'll get you the rest. I promise.
- No, no, Mom, no. It's yours. Keep it.
- No, no. It's yours.
- Do you want to come up?
- No. I--I gotta go.
- Go...
- Yeah, I'm heading out for a few months.
I--I got that itch to be on the road again.
- Mom...
[emotional music]
♪
Take care.
♪
- I love you, Stevie.
- [sobs] I love you too, Mom.
I'm always here.
♪
[engine starts]
[wolf howls]