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The nearest galaxy, the Canis Dwarf...
know how long it'd take to get there?
I literally have no idea.
900 million years with our current tech.
25 thousand if you could travel at the speed of light.
So, you're saying it's possible?
Someday.
I mean, if you could build a ship
that could travel at the speed of light,
you wouldn't experience time at all.
You wouldn't age a day.
But when you got back, all your friends
and family would be gone.
Yeah. Probably the whole of humanity.
What would be the point, then?
To find out what the point is!
See you tomorrow?
See you tomorrow.
- Boxer. - Boxer, it's Riggs.
Sorry to be calling so early, but a heart
became available for your patient, Serena Vazquez.
The donor's an 18-year-old male from Buffalo.
Good news. What's the ETA on the heart from Buffalo?
9:25 a.m. I'm on my way.
ECHO and catch reports are uploading.
Thank you.
What time is it?
Ten 'til.
Oh, shit.
Shit.
No yolk. Trust me.
Thank you.
They found Serena Vazquez a heart?
I'm happy for her. She has, what, like seven grand kids?
Five.
And I personally think she's too old.
But there are others on the committee who felt differently.
While you silently judge me...
which is beginning to feel like a theme...
please consider there may be other, more deserving patients.
I'll see you at the hospital.
Don't be ridiculous. I'll drive you.
Big storm brewing for this
upcoming weekend here in Manhattan but it seems
like the worst weather is over the weekend, so...
...gorgeous day here in New York City
as we get up to around 48 degrees,
and the low 50s for the rest of the week...
- Dinner after the shift? - Really?
You're still not taking me to the door?
Jordan, please. It's...
Unprofessional. I know, I get it.
Boxer, the only one that I'm silently judging
in this, whatever this is...
is myself.
Hey, clear the entrance.
What's going on here?
These two patients are together.
- They were airlifted in... - She's not the one
in critical condition! You treat the boy first.
Dr. Taylor, can you help me check him in?
Please, check him in properly.
Trip Granger, he has a heart condition.
He's a patient of Dr. Boxer.
- Are you the mother? - No, she's my attorney.
He's my son.
So what's the verdict, Taylor?
Should they be diggin' that hole for me or what?
The verdict is, there's no verdict.
I still have to do a full blood work-up.
You're sweet, but... you don't need blood work
to tell ya what you can see with your own eyes.
What's that, Walter?
I'm a fat ass with a bad heart.
No one is digging any holes.
You're up for reclassification today. Let's stay positive.
Make me a deal, Taylor.
I want to watch "The Bachelor" with my daughters,
and eat my wife's shitty meatloaf.
- I think we can arrange that. - No. At home.
If I get rejected again, just let me go home.
When he calls, please,
do not answer the phone. We need everything on paper.
I heard you the first time...
Yeah, but I apparently...
You wanted to see me?
I'm sorry, am I interrupting?
Have a seat, Dr. Taylor.
I'd like you to meet Father Dunbar.
He's consulting for the board.
Charlie. Charlie Dunbar.
Are you, um, a spiritual consultant?
Legal, actually. I've only been ordained for three years.
Before that, I was a defense attorney for 15.
Quite the skill set.
Tell that to my ex-wife.
I understand you've been interviewing
for the Heart Committee.
Word on the street is you're quite
the up-and-comer in cardiac surgery.
She's fantastic.
I see you started your residency in...
- plastic surgery? - Her mother's Nadia Taylor.
She's a cosmetic.
If you were a middle-aged woman from the Upper East Side,
you would know her.
Why didn't you follow in her footsteps?
I watched a friend from college die waiting for a heart.
Ah.
The Lenox Hill committee denied her a status upgrade twice.
I'm sure they had their reasons.
And that didn't make you ambivalent
about these committees?
Honestly? I am a little ambivalent.
Ideally, no one should have the right
to decide who gets priority.
But I'm optimistic that one day,
we won't have an organ shortage.
I think we'll figure out a way to fix this problem.
Until then, this system, it's the best we've got.
It's the only one we've got.
What I'm trying to say is, that I trust myself,
which is why I want to be a part of this process.
Well, you got the position, Dr. Taylor.
Today's session starts at 8:00,
so you have an hour to do your rounds.
Thank you, both. You will not be disappointed.
Trip's stable for the time being.
That doesn't sound very promising.
He's going to need that transplant sooner
than we anticipated.
How soon?
Move him up the list.
You know that's not how it works.
This morning, the committee
- will discuss upgrading his... - MOVE HIM UP THE LIST!
I apologize.
If he's been using again, there is nothing I can do.
Look after my boy, Andre.
Jesus Christ.
Technically, you'd refer to him as TS-16, or "Test Subject 16."
But folks around the lab have given him
a nickname: Columbus
Columbus is the first animal to carry a humanized organ
we believe can be safely used for transplantation.
In his case, it's a kidney.
As you know, Xenotransplantation
is hardly a novel concept.
Doctors and scientists have been trying
to exchange organs and tissue cross-species for years.
Up until now, it hasn't worked.
What is unique about X-Origins is that we've created
a patented gene-editing tool that helps to produce organs
that the host immune system won't reject.
In other words, we harnessed this technology
on pigs so that it can become a reality for humans.
In the prospectus, it says human testing
is 24 months away. Why so far out?
The FDA requires two years of nonhuman trials.
There is a pig exactly like this one
who is carrying a kidney that was engineered for a monkey.
That's where we start.
So when would we start recouping?
I won't lie to you. Uh, it's gonna take quite a while.
Allow me to say this, if I can...
If we are successful, this tech will eradicate
the tremendous need for healthy human organs worldwide.
We will revolutionize transplantation.
And if you don't give a shit
about changing the world, that's okay.
You can still enjoy the obscene amount of money
I'm gonna make you.
Hey, it's Riggs.
I'm leaving Buffalo with the heart.
Should be touching down on schedule.
Mrs. Vazquez.
UNOS has found a match for you, from a donor upstate.
My colleague is on his way to retrieve the organ.
I will be performing the transplant.
My associate, Dr. Pope, will be prepping you in 20 minutes.
Do you have any questions?
Am I dreaming?
No, you're not dreaming.
Thank you. Thank you, Dr. Boxer.
Trip Granger will be dead in a week
if he doesn't get a transplant.
It's on the docket.
Let's hope he's laid off the marching powder.
Well, his blood won't lie.
Though I'm sure the elder Granger wishes it could.
What did he say when you saw him?
Nothing he hasn't already.
- Are you sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.
- Why, Val, what's up? - Nothing.
I hear the board's up in arms about
the rating downgrade.
Brought in a consultant to audit the program.
With the budget cuts, we are officially
on the cutting board.
Jesus, that'd be incredibly short-sighted.
They wouldn't even let me hand-pick your replacement.
Who'd they go with?
Good morning, Dr. Boxer.
- You're in my seat. - Excuse me?
I'm kidding. Welcome to the committee, Dr. Taylor.
Always the charmer, Boxer!
I'm Allen Lau, the shrink on this ship.
Jordan Taylor. Great to meet you.
So, as you have no doubt noticed, we have a new face.
Dr. Taylor is gonna be taking over for Boxer
when he leaves us to join the private sector next month.
Until that time, we're gonna roll with a six-man committee.
Guys, it is an honor.
I'd like to jump right in, 'cause I've got some good news.
One of our own, Serena Vazquez, is getting a heart.
The donor is an 18-year-old boy from Buffalo.
Dr. Riggs is bringing the organ home as we speak.
Boxer's operating, incision time is 9 a.m.
I'll be scrubbing up in 30 minutes.
May we make this short and sweet, please?
Our first patient is up for reclassification.
Walter Curtis, who has DCM.
He is currently Status 1-B, but his condition has deteriorated.
Positives: He's 48, he's employed.
He has a strong support system.
I'm married. And I've got three beautiful daughters
And negatives: he's 5'9, 335 pounds.
Bipolar, but I did pass my last psych eval.
Primary insurance, but... I don't have a secondary policy.
I'd like to point out that Walter
has lost eight pounds since he's been here.
How long has he been here?
- It's still progress. - Three months.
Three months of controlled diet,
he's lost a measly eight pounds.
Richard Simmons wouldn't blush. We wouldn't be
giving him a heart, we'd be giving him a time bomb.
Well, don't sugarcoat it, Boxer.
- Statistics don't lie. - But they never tell
the whole story either, which is why we're here.
Let's hear from Dr. Taylor, Walter's her patient...
I think that Walter's trying.
Actually, I know that he's trying.
He's not blessed with a good metabolism,
but should that preclude him from getting a heart?
I don't think so.
He's putting three daughters through college
on a doorman's salary.
And for that he deserves a heart?
And a Nobel Prize!
Look, he's reliable, he takes his medication.
He's a cheerleader for the entire ward...
And he plays guitar, and he makes finger puppets
for pediatrics. This is not a congeniality contest.
If you would let us finish, Dr. Boxer, what we're trying
to say... is that Walter has the right disposition.
He can handle it.
Walter's medical bills are half a million, easy.
It's difficult to justify adding another 200K
to such a high-risk patient.
With all due respect... how can you quantify it?
We could add years to Walter's life.
- You don't know. - No, I don't know.
But I have to quantify it.
I'm responsible for this program.
We've had some issues recently.
US News downgraded our rating.
Nine heart rejections within the last year.
It's just dumb, bad luck...
Or poor decision-making.
Based on criteria more sentimental than scientific.
We all have a voice, we all come at this
from different angles. It's why the process works.
I would like to propose moving Walter up to Status 1-A.
Dr. Riggs has already e-mailed in his vote. He's in favor.
- Dr. Gilroy? - Not in favor.
- Dr. Boxer? - No.
- Dr. Lau? - I'm abstaining.
I have a conflict.
Dr. Taylor? You're the decider.
Yes. I vote yes.
Walter Curtis is upped to Status 1-A.
It's Dr. Pope.
There's been a complication in the OR.
Serena Vazquez is dead.
What?
The fuck are you talking about?
She coded on the table.
Resuscitation failed... prep was going fine,
and her heart, it just stopped.
Did you call Riggs?
Yes. He's already in the air with the donor heart.
- UNOS? - No time to redirect it.
So, what do you suggest we do?
It goes to somebody else in this hospital.
We can't waste a heart.
It has to be beating by 11:00 a.m.,
which means we need to be
prepping someone else by 9:30, the latest.
That is our true expiration.
Who are the other matches?
Walter Curtis is a match.
I don't know about the rest, I'd have to check.
Then, check. We reconvene in ten, sort through the matches,
- make a decision. - Where are you going?
To tell Mr. Vazquez his wife is dead.
Talk about gettin' thrown into the fire on your first day.
Is UNOS going to have an issue if we make the call?
Never happened before.
We don't have time for their bureaucratic red tape.
That heart'll expire.
Boxer, one month. You are out of here in a month.
Until then, we need to be able to work together.
Can we do that?
In real life, we're obviously finished.
I shouldn't have let things escalate.
I hurt you.
I'm sorry.
You know what hurts?
It's not the fact that you're a self-absorbed asshole.
I blame myself for thinking that
you could be any different.
What hurts is that you don't think I'm a good doctor.
Never said that.
But you don't want me on the committee.
I just don't think you're cut out for this.
And why is that?
You don't realize the heart is just a muscle.
How many chances does this woman get?
She's ballooned to 240 pounds.
We've given her a bed for five months.
Unfortunately, we need to cut our losses. I vote no.
I vote yes. Move her up.
Dr. Taylor?
You're the decider.
No.
Gail Berry, upgrade denied.
Priority should be geographic!
One, Albany. Two, Trenton. Three, White Plains.
Bullshit. Albany is a kidney. In what universe
do you cut out a kidney before a heart?
Heart's staying in the hospital. No transport.
It seems logical to me.
Everybody, please, just calm down.
Will you all just shut the fuck up!
Operational priorities do not deviate based on geography.
One, heart. Two, liver. Three, kidneys...
I think we got it under control.
I don't really give a fuck what you think.
And you are?
I'm Director of the Transplant Program
at this hospital.
Dr. Taylor? Apologies.
We weren't briefed on local protocol.
Oh, yes, you were, honey. You just had your head
stuck too far up your ass to listen.
Babysit them.
Carry on!
Jesus.
I'm confused, Emmett.
My attorney's just still waiting on signatures.
Is there some issue with the docs?
Paperwork was fine.
The others are welcome to invest.
You know they won't come in unless you do.
Were we not at the same meeting?
You mean the one where you promised us
"obscene" sums of money?
So? What the fuck is happening?
You haven't disclosed everything.
You think I'm lying about the tech?
No. Not the tech.
You're lying about your health.
Your heart is failing.
You won't live to see your project
to the end without a transplant.
My files are confidential.
It's ironic, tragically so. I'm very sorry.
I can set a meeting with my successor.
I'm working with some of the finest doctors
and scientists in the world.
Andre, I invested in you. Not your team.
You know, this is the first start-up that I've invested in,
because I believe in what you're doing!
But you're asking for very big money now.
Let me ask you something, Emmett:
Do I strike you as the kind of guy who takes risks?
Okay.
If you agree to a transplant, I'll draw down.
I can't just agree to a transplant.
You read the file.
I'll find you a heart.
That's all I can offer.
I can't.
Okay...
The incoming heart is O positive, 310 grams.
As I mentioned, Walter Curtis is a match,
and there are two other 1-A matches in the hospital. I...
Excuse me, we're in a meeting.
My apologies for being late, Val.
I was already on the train when I got your message.
Guys, this is Father Dunbar.
He is a former attorney representing the board.
Father, this is Dr. Boxer, Dr. Lau, Nurse Wilkes.
And, of course, you know Dr. Taylor.
Why exactly is he here?
Because Trip Granger is a match for this heart.
Boxer is correct.
Trip Granger? I checked him in this morning.
His father's Emmett Granger.
Granger Venture Partners.
What does Trip do?
He tans well, parties even better,
and has a unique talent for ending up
on Page Six for the latter.
Trip had a heart attack early this morning.
He was airlifted from Montauk on his father's jet.
We're also treating his girlfriend, Holly Matson.
I saw her today, too. She was cut up pretty badly.
That's strange...
No, Trip didn't have any lacerations.
I'm assuming they were in some sort of accident?
Why do we suddenly need a spiritual/legal/
whatever-you-are watchdog?
The circumstances have changed. I have a letter from the board.
"At approximately 5:15 a.m.,
Emmett Granger contacted Chairman Scott Lacey.
He wanted the board to be aware of his appreciation
for past care, and understood that we would
do everything humanly possible for his son.
As a show of gratitude, and regardless of Trip's prognosis,
he informed Chairman Lacey
that he would recommend a $25 million grant
from The Granger Institute to St. Augustine Hospital.
The board places full trust in you, the Heart Committee,
to make the right decision regarding Trip Granger."
You can't be serious. $25 million?
I don't get out of bed for less than 30.
What does it mean, he would "recommend"
a grant from the Granger Institute?
He is the Granger Institute.
It's a loophole.
We don't get the money if Trip doesn't get the heart.
- He's bribing us. - Bingo.
Not exactly.
"Regardless of Trip's prognosis."
Disregard the letter. We remain objective.
I hope we can.
Unconsciously, this could prejudice us against Trip.
Or the opposite. Come on, let's be real.
This place has seen better days.
Our equipment is prehistoric, we're short-staffed.
They can't even finish the renovation, for God's sake!
We pick Trip, and we're saving much more than one patient.
Now, of course, we can't let the money decide,
but black and white this ain't.
I disagree. I think the money should be irrelevant.
I'm surprised the board would even make us aware.
You are so young.
The board wants Trip to get the heart.
Uh, that's false.
They were concerned that Mr. Granger
would reach out to one of you personally.
They sent me to ensure that any decision you make
would be irrefutable.
As you know, many of these transplant decisions
- end up in courtrooms. - Very clever,
sending in a priest to do their dirty work.
All right, just relax. We're waiting on Trip's drug results.
The decision could be made for us.
- How so? - If a patient's been using,
they're ineligible. UNOS rules.
As you may have gleaned from our rating,
it's hard enough to keep a transplanted heart ticking.
You add chems to that, and it's sayonara, baby.
And Trip isn't exactly a saint.
He OD'd on cocaine nine months ago.
Let's table Trip and move on. Who's the other match?
Sorry, Andy.
Uh, Macallan, neat.
And a Ketel One martini for the lady, extra dry.
Good memory.
I always remember a person's drink.
It's like a window into the soul.
I actually really should be getting home.
One drink. We're celebrating.
What's the occasion?
Yesterday, there were nine programs in the U.S.
with a rating north of 85.
Today, my friend, there are ten.
You complete me, Dr. Taylor.
You don't seem pleased.
I guess I... I just, I'm not sure how I'm supposed
to feel about that. What does it signify?
That you run a clean program? Don't overthink it.
I've been waking up a lot
in the middle of the night lately.
It's not fun.
Normally, I just go for a run, but... last night,
I just laid in bed, staring at the ceiling for hours,
doing math, of all things.
Factoring in our survival numbers,
billings, pro rating by time period...
Sounds painful.
It was more painful when I realized what I was doing.
Which was?
Trying to figure out what a day of life is worth.
It's always been about maximizing assets, Jordan.
Unfortunately, the assets happen to be human organs.
You don't sound much like a priest.
Ha. And you don't sound much like a doctor.
Let's just hope that Boxer has cracked it.
Then we can get back to our real jobs, eh?
- Yeah. - Have you spoken to him?
I'm curious as to why he hasn't listed himself.
No... wait, why would he list himself?
Charlie?
Rumor has it...
He's got a bad heart.
Marambaia topaz,
the finest topaz in the world...
Huh.
There's some Zabar's in the fridge.
Thanks for helping out, Mom.
I missed the Save Venice benefit.
Why is it that Rosa gets sick every time I have a party?
I don't know. Maybe it's a conspiracy.
Or maybe it's because you have a party every night?
Mommy? Will I get more handsome if I kiss a princess?
We watched "Beauty and the Beast".
He was quite taken with it.
Do you know a princess?
Come here, my little monster.
Can I sleep in your bed, Mommy?
Are you really gonna sleep?
Or are you gonna just kick me all night?
- Sleep. - Okay.
Our third match for the heart is Janet Pike,
who's been on the waiting list
since we classified her 1-A three weeks ago.
Like Walter Curtis, it wasn't unanimous...
Its thighs and wings
are USDA-inspected by the US Department of what?
Agriculture!
- Camille? - Agriculture!
Is correct!
Positives: Janet's 59. Solid insurance.
She inherited a lot of money from her husband,
who died on 9/11. Cantor Fitzgerald.
"I'll flip my lid if you know what round brimless hat..."
Time for your meds, Janet.
Take a hike, I'm watchin' my show!
- Pillbox! - Pillbox!
- Is correct! - Negatives: I'm single.
I don't have children or any other family.
I haven't worked since my husband passed away.
On paper, she doesn't have an established support system.
I'm fine with Janet getting this heart,
assuming that it's between her and Walter Curtis.
I'm on board with that.
Why, 'cause she passed her wallet autopsy?
- Have you read my reports? - Yes, I have.
And I've examined her myself.
It's not financial. Janet's healthier than Walter.
She has a better shot of sustaining post-op,
even without the support system.
Well, she's demanding and impatient with the nurses.
In other words, she's a bitch.
Wow, that's insightful.
The sort of analytical thinking that's about
to submarine this program.
Here's a fact for you:
Janet's ambivalent about a transplant.
The idea of having someone else's heart
in her body is disturbing to her.
Yet she still listed.
You want Walter to have the heart.
I told you, I'm abstaining.
You have to vote on this.
We are not classifying. What is the conflict?
Nine years ago, Walter tried to commit suicide.
He ingested a bottle of Percocet.
Jesus. And you cleared him after that?
He was diagnosed Bipolar.
He started on Lithium, and he's been stable ever since.
I didn't think he was a suicide risk any longer.
So, what's the problem? Why can't you vote?
I lost my daughter five months ago. She overdosed.
I'm so sorry.
Point is, I can't evaluate Walter fairly.
I think the suicide is a disqualifier.
Besides, there's so many other issues with this patient.
Can I ask you something, Dr. Boxer?
Aren't these decisions supposed to be made
on pragmatic, medical grounds?
- They are. - So... who are you to judge?
You can't possibly understand what Walter was going through.
I'd say an attempted suicide is pretty relevant
to a character evaluation, wouldn't you?
Who knows? Evaluating someone's true character...
or soul, if you will... seems like a risky proposition to me.
It's like waving a welcome mat to a Jehovah's Witness.
Father, this is standard.
Yeah, but it doesn't change the fact
that you're making decisions based on personal perception.
He's not on the stand.
He might be. You all might be.
If you make choices based on anything
that can't be quantified, you're playing God.
I'll be first to step aside
when God walks in here and votes.
In ten years, I haven't seen Him yet.
I'm sorry to hear that.
And I'm sure the board would be sorry to hear
you're supporting anyone other than Trip Granger.
I'm not supporting anyone, Dr. Boxer.
It's Pope.
Trip Granger's drug test results are ready.
Thank you. Bring them up, and we'll make a decision.
Let's reconvene in ten.
Boxer, we're ready for you.
Uh, give me ten.
Release the perinephric fat.
Okay, kidney out.
Scalpel.
Shit.
Boxer, you okay?
I'm fine.
Good job out there, Pope.
You almost fucked it up.
That's the last time you operate.
I'll be the judge of that.
You need to disclose your illness
and name a successor.
I don't need to do shit.
Boxer. Those people out there? They've bled for this.
Not to mention the investors, who have a right to know
- where their money's going! - There are no investors.
Granger pulled out?
Not officially.
Found out about my condition.
He's keeping it quiet for now, but... if it gets out,
it'll spook the rest of them.
Fantastic.
What's your plan?
Prove the tech with the animal trial.
Maybe Granger has a change of heart.
If not, I talk to the others, convince 'em to come in
with you running the show...
It'll be months before we know if the monkey
- can keep down the kidney. - So we tread water.
You may not make it that long.
I don't mean to be insensitive.
I can't imagine what you must be going through.
We all die.
What concerns me are the... things I can still control.
The loose ends.
You wanna know why the priest isn't practicing law anymore?
No, but something tells me you're about to enlighten me.
He was disbarred in 2006.
For manipulating evidence.
Instead of going to prison, where he belongs,
he managed to finagle some deal with the DA
by telling everyone he found God.
- Maybe he did. - What?
- Find God. - Give me a break!
Scott Lacey says he trusts him.
Yeah, I believe that.
I believe the board fully trusts him
to make a crooked deal with Granger.
"The art of rebirth." Priest must be a fucking genius.
What do you want me to do about it?
- Kick him out of the meeting! - Oh, fuck off!
I do that, and the board will demand my resignation.
I'm already on thin ice with the rating.
Why are you so bent out of shape?
Because it's bullshit.
Suddenly there's money in the equation,
we got this guy looking over our shoulder. I've spent
ten years of my life on this committee. This is bullshit.
So it's about respect? Talk about bullshit.
You're just hung up on your friendship with Granger.
- We're not friends, Val. - Call it what you will.
You don't want to vote on his kid,
but you know you might have to.
And you don't think the priest can keep it confidential
if you have to let the kid die. Is that it?
Okay, Holly, this might sting a little, okay?
Hey, how was the first day on the committee?
Still going. Coffee break.
That's Trip Granger's girlfriend, right?
- How's she doing? - Oh, she's gonna be fine.
It's the fetus we're concerned about.
- Ten weeks. - Excuse me.
Oh, uh, sorry, intensive care has restricted visiting hours...
If you have an issue, contact Mr. Lacey.
Chair of the hospital board.
Hello, Holly.
And Trip's the father?
What happened to her?
I don't know. She won't tell me.
- Trip Granger's blood report. - Thank you.
He tested positive for cocaine.
Idiot.
Are these drug tests ever wrong?
Well, they're 90% accurate. We only do a second one
if the patient disputes the results.
Since Trip's unconscious, that's obviously not happening.
Next time, try a fundraiser.
This has been a blast, but we'd like to get back to work now.
I think I'll stick around.
All right, let's get this over with.
Walter Curtis or Janet Pike?
Let me say one last thing before we vote.
One last thing, Boxer!
Look, as far as we know, Janet Pike may not
even want this transplant.
We know Walter wants this.
For his family, for himself.
Walter wants to live.
And for me, people, that tells me everything I need to know.
Okay. What happens when Walter has another episode,
and he finds something stronger than Percocet
in his medicine cabinet?
That's not fair.
Dr. Lau passed him on the psych eval.
So he had a moment of despair.
That's scary, I get it.
But that was before he was diagnosed Bipolar.
I've been through dark times. Everybody has!
He had an upper-respiratory infection.
- Walter? - No. Sorry. Trip.
I was double-checking his file.
Granger's pilot claimed Trip was sick.
He wasn't sure if he was taking an antibiotic.
Ampicillin can test as a false positive for cocaine.
You think his drug test was wrong?
It's possible.
Not to overcomplicate things, but Trip's girlfriend,
Holly Matson? She's pregnant.
Please tell me you're kidding.
How do you know that?
I ran into Nurse Cruz, who's treating her, on my break.
- If it is a false positive... - But that's a big "if".
I realize that. But if it is, a strong argument could be
made for Trip. He's gonna have a family to support.
Are you sure about that, Dr. Taylor?
What if he won't support them?
Boxer, it's me...
I've left you, like, five messages.
Don't get too excited. I'm not dead yet.
I'll try to contain my disappointment.
I'm not a candidate.
You've come here to convince me to list.
You're wasting your time.
Let the committee decide that.
You look better than I thought you would've.
Charming. As always.
It's a compliment, trust me.
In my experience, serving on that committee
isn't exactly the fountain of youth.
Coffee?
Severe Pulmonary Hypertension brought on by CHD.
By UNOS standards, I'm not eligible.
Regardless, I wouldn't survive 12 months with a transplant.
You've known about this your entire...
Why didn't you just tell me?
What difference would it have made?
You would've just felt sorry for me.
I also might've liked you more.
Why's that?
You said you became a doctor because you were good at it.
I always thought that was a really shitty reason.
I suppose it's because I always thought of it as a curse.
Maybe because it's the only thing my father ever gave me.
Why did you come here?
I think you should meet Hunter.
I know you don't give a shit.
But do it for his sake, so at least he can say
that he met his father.
Forget I asked.
I need to be prepping one of them in 30 minutes.
What are we doing, Val?
Trip deserves an opportunity while there's still time.
We won't be able to run another test in a half hour.
Sure, but I can call Trip's GP,
ask if he prescribed any medication.
In the meantime, Nurse Wilkes will go
through his belongings and look for medication.
We reconvene in 15 for the vote.
Uh, stupid question, Val, but why doesn't someone
just speak to Holly Matson? I'm sure she knows
what Trip's been putting in his body.
- Just... a suggestion. - I'll take care of it.
Maybe Dr. Taylor can help.
Seems to me you have a lot on your plate.
I'd be happy to talk to Holly Madsen.
Who knows, we may also get
some color for the character evaluation.
Holly? I'm Dr. Taylor.
I'm a cardiovascular surgeon.
And I'm also on the Heart Transplant Committee.
I'm afraid Trip isn't doing so well.
I know you've been through a lot, but there's a heart
on its way to St. Augustine right now,
and we may be able to give that to Trip,
but I'm gonna have to ask you some questions. Okay?
I need to know if Trip was using drugs.
Holly... what happened to you?
I can't talk to you.
Why can't you talk to me?
Is it because of Trip's father?
- Please leave. - Why wouldn't Mr. Granger
- want you to talk to me? - I asked you to leave!
Holly, can I tell you something?
I think I might be pregnant, too.
And I am also scared.
I mean, I always imagined myself as a mother.
But here I am, approaching 40...
I don't know if... the thing is...
I'm in this on my own.
There is no father.
I feel like a coward.
And so alone.
I want a lawyer.
I can get you a lawyer.
And I promise that nothing you say in here
will get back to them.
Did Trip hurt you?
He found out I was pregnant, okay?
That's what happened to me.
Trip woke up in the middle of the night with chest pains.
He doesn't trust the Montauk hospital,
so I called the pilot to tell him to get the plane ready.
We were on our way to the airport and...
I started to feel sick, like I was gonna throw up.
So I asked Trip to pull over.
With his condition, he's, like, super paranoid
about germs, so he starts freaking out.
Shouting, accusing me of trying to kill him.
I had to tell him it was morning sickness.
Talk about bad timing.
He then threw me out of the car
in the middle of fucking nowhere.
I didn't realize my jacket was caught in the door until he...
I guess he didn't hear me.
Thank God the pilot came back for me.
He won't get the transplant now, will he?
We take a lot of things into consideration.
Well, Trip wasn't using. He's been sober for a while now.
What about antibiotics? Was he taking antibiotics?
I don't know. I mean, he's always taking something.
His medicine cabinet's like a pharmacy.
I'm gonna come back later, okay?
I will help you, Holly.
Wait, Dr. Taylor?
He loves me. He just has a fucked up way of showing it.
- Hi. - Hi.
Come on in.
Sweetie, I want you to meet my friend, Andre.
Is that for Hunter?
You do know he's six?
He'll grow into it.
Is that a present for me? Thank you!
You're welcome.
What is that?
It's me and my mommy, and I have super powers.
We're in our secret hideout.
Why are you both wearing dresses?
Mommy's wearing a dress. That's my cape!
- What are your powers? - Those are a secret.
Only my best friend Cal knows, 'cause they're really powerful.
- Like X-ray vision? - No, they're real powers.
People don't have real powers.
Boxer...
Careful, it's hot. Blow on it, blow on it. Like this.
Mmm. Tastes real good.
Yeah?
Fuck are you talking about?
When? When did it happen?
Start the autopsy.
We have to determine if this was cellular
or if we have to revise the immunosuppressive RG.
What's the company line?
Nothing! We say nothing.
I want to be operating on another monkey within a week.
This is just a bump in the road, nothing more!
Just so you know, I'm on board
with keeping this quiet for the time being.
Even though it's a very gray area we're stepping into,
my friend.
All I ask is that you consider Granger's offer.
I want you to look at this.
The answer is no.
The heart's legit. What the hell's your problem?
My problem? What's my problem?
You're asking me to put a heart that was purchased
on the black market into my body.
That is my fucking problem.
Everybody knows you're dying.
It's getting weird in there. Tell the team, or I will.
What're you doing down here? We're back in soon.
- Don't do it, Val. - What?
Jumpstart a cokehead to save your program.
You don't know if he's been using.
Are you forgetting I was Trip's physician
before we went digital? Or did you think I'd forget
he's allergic to ampicillin?
What are you insinuating?
If you're desperate enough to doctor his records,
you're probably dumb enough to plant antibiotics.
Can we talk about this in private, please?
You have two options: keep your mouth shut,
vote for Trip, and everybody wins.
Or you can tear me down, and the house crumbles
- for you too, pal. - What house is that?
X-Origins. Your financing.
The deal you orchestrated on the sly with Granger.
That ring a bell?
It was very smart, waiting to finalize
until after your employment here ends.
But from my understanding, Granger can still pull out.
You're threatening me. Is that it?
No. Granger is threatening you.
And the board, where are they on this?
They just want the 25 million.
They don't need to know the minutiae.
You have got a sweet deal here.
Why would you, even for a second,
consider jeopardizing it?
I don't know.
Maybe the ten years I spent building this program
with you still means something to me.
Jesus Christ. Sometimes I wonder
if you're on the spectrum. Are you not hearing me?
Why would I risk my career right now?
Why would I risk this place, this hospital?
It's everything to me!
I have two failed marriages
and three kids that won't take my calls to prove it.
- It's blood money. - It sure is.
But we take it, and we put it to work. Nothing is pure!
Who do you think built the libraries in this country?
Andrew Carnegie.
He drove his steelworkers 80 hours a week!
Do you think they had time to read?
Henry Ford beat back union workers with a baseball bat,
and now the Ford Foundation uses his fortune
for global human rights! Nothing is pure!
But I believe in you. I believe in your research.
And I guarantee you that in 20 years,
there's gonna be a hospital with your name on it.
I'd be happy with a wing.
- Val? - Yeah?
I forget sometimes that you were once a doctor.
I'm gonna try to remember you that way.
What is God's will?
How do we interpret it?
How are we to understand it, and act upon it?
Scripture tells us that as the sky soars
beyond our reach, so are God's ways beyond our own.
But still, we presume to understand
what God means, what He intends.
We make presumptions that distort His true will!
It happens every day, in a million different ways,
and we are all guilty of it.
These assumptions can blind us to possibilities.
Or worse, send us spinning into delusion.
Allow me to blow your minds: God may not tell you
what college to go to.
He may not tell you what job to take.
He may not even tell you what smartphones to buy!
God will not smack you on the head with answers.
What He will do is He will grant you the virtue
to look deep inside yourself. For the light.
Because, my friends, let me tell you,
I'm a witness: the light exists!
The light exists! The light exists!
How badly does the board want Granger to get the heart?
I believe we've been over this.
Let me rephrase.
Are they willing to risk it all for 25 mil?
Check his allergies.
Seems to me we have a problem.
Only if you're willing to do something about it.
Why is that?
Let's just say I'm not in a position
to aggravate Mr. Granger.
What do you suppose I do?
Alert the board.
Have security escort Dr. Gilroy from the room.
The committee can vote without her.
Thank you for coming.
I don't think we've formally met.
Not formally, no.
How can I help you, Mr. Granger?
We have a mutual friend: Andre Boxer.
I found him a heart in Istanbul.
The donor had a stroke; he'll be dead within a month.
The family was planning to donate through
the Turkish Registry, but they're quite destitute,
so I... convinced them otherwise.
I made a very generous donation to the Prime Minister,
so there won't be any issues.
Why? Why would you do this for him?
I'm his largest shareholder.
And what makes you think that I won't go to the FBI?
Boxer's not answering.
I can't remember him ever being late.
Should we page him?
Well, speak of the devil!
- Where were you? - Elevator got stuck.
You didn't happen to see Father Dunbar, did you?
Nope.
That's strange. His briefcase is here.
Ten minutes and counting until skin time.
I'll give the board the play-by-play.
Marianne, please start us off.
I found these in Trip's jacket pocket. Ampicillin.
I paged Trip's GP.
Apparently, he's on vacation, still no word.
I also spoke to the insurance company.
No record, but if you're Trip Granger,
do you give a shit how much you're paying for meds?
Still doesn't prove he's clean.
Guilty until proven innocent?
That's not how it works.
What'd you get from Holly Matson?
She claims he wasn't taking drugs.
But she doesn't know anything about antibiotics.
I think... we have enough to take a vote.
Trip doesn't want to be a father.
Wait, he wants Holly to have an abortion?
It seems that would be the case.
Yes or no? Elaborate, please.
Yes, as of last night
when he found out she was pregnant.
What happened to her? What did she tell you?
Nothing else that would affect our decision.
What does that mean?
It means that we make our decisions based on facts,
including those that relate to character.
There are two sides to every story, and it would
be unfair to pass judgment on Trip without letting
him defend himself.
Look at you, growing up before our eyes.
Final vote.
Curtis, Pike, or Granger.
Trip Granger may never be
Father of the Year, but donation aside,
I think he's the best of three flawed candidates.
I say we give Trip the heart.
Marianne, your vote?
Trip.
What, Allen?
Board will be thrilled.
Guess Walter Curtis doesn't deserve
that Nobel Prize after all.
Well, what do you care? You're not even voting!
Because I can't be fair!
Well, then, sit back and say nothing,
which is what you psychiatrists are so good at doing!
Just don't fool yourself into thinking
that you'll sleep any better than the rest of us.
Look, we all know it's a toss-up
between Walter and Trip.
So, let's not try to act like the donation
is some dirty little secret.
There are thousands of Walter Curtis' out there,
and I would love for them to all have proper care!
'Least the board would be able to finish the renovation, and I
wouldn't have to keep looking at this eyesore of a hospital.
Dr. Taylor, where do you stand?
It's not a toss-up.
- Excuse me? - I said... it's not a toss-up!
If we take into consideration Trip's past,
Walter has been stable longer.
And we know that he has a good support system.
I vote for Walter.
Okay, that's two votes for Trip,
one vote for Walter.
- Dr. Lau abstains. Boxer? - I... I'd like to vote.
Are you sure, Allen? I know it's been an emotional day...
It has, but it's no excuse for acting unprofessionally.
I've let my personal issues get in the way
of something more important, and for that, I apologize.
Walter Curtis deserves this heart.
That's my vote.
Boxer, you're the decider.
Boxer, your vote?
You, Val.
I vote for you.
I vote for the board.
I vote for the 25 mil.
Trip gets the heart.
May I get to work now?
I still have to do the fucking transplant.
Meeting adjourned.
That's great news, Val!
I'm so glad we didn't have to move him to Mount Sinai.
I assume Dr. Boxer is doing the surgery?
Excellent.
You know, Father... I'm... I'm not a religious man.
But when I heard about that heart,
I couldn't help but think that God was looking after us.
We can agree to disagree.
Jesus Christ.
Mei fun?
How long have you been here?
Two or three days.
I... I'm close.
I'm very close. I've narrowed it down to the sequencing.
An error in the anti-inflammatory sequencing.
Granger's plane is waiting at Teterboro.
Pope's meeting us there.
It's too risky to rely on the surgeons in Istanbul,
so they've agreed to let me do your transplant.
Six months.
That's how long Trip lasted before he OD'd
and took that 18-year-old's heart with him...
Walter Curtis, Janet Pike...
they could've had years.
This organ, in Istanbul...
somebody else could have years with it, too.
Let me ask you something:
if you knew that this heart could give you six months,
- could you finish your work? - I don't know.
Yes, you do.
No guarantee I'd get six months.
Hell, I could die on the table, with you operating.
If you don't take this organ, we don't know where it's going.
There's no guarantee it'll be put to good use.
You know I'll never be a father to Hunter.
Even a new heart won't change that.
I know.
Take it, Boxer.
Put the committee out of business.
I'd like to get back to being a doctor.
Scalpel.
Get a little more suction there, Doctor.
Thank you very much.
Heart is out.
We missed you at the meeting.
I see you got what you wanted.
Everybody wins.
Except Walter Curtis and Janet Pike.
Yeah, well...
And you, Val.
May I have the heart, please?
I doubt the board gives a shit how we got here.
Yeah. You're right.
That's why the kid's getting the heart.
So what's the problem?
They had to cut another deal to keep this quiet.
With who?
With me.
Looks like it's your committee now, huh, Charlie?
Time to clean house, Val.
Got it?
Yeah. I'm good.
Put your leg up.
I gotcha.
I'm pregnant.
Been one hell of a day, hasn't it?
I just... thought you should know.
You keeping it?
I haven't decided.
Something tells me you have.
I'll support the child financially.
Keep your money, Boxer.
Good morning, folks.
We have just entered Turkish airspace.
We are starting our descent and should be landing
in about 40 minutes.
I've been informed that Mr. Granger has arranged
ground transport and a translator,
so you should be all set.
Just buckle your seat belts, relax, and we'll have you
on the ground shortly.
Boxer?
The nearest galaxy, Canis Dwarf...
know how long it'd take to get there?
I literally have no idea.
900 million years with our current tech.
25 thousand if you could travel at the speed of light.
So, you're saying it's possible?
Someday.
Pig heart, coming out.
Clamps are coming off.
Come on, come on.
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