[indistinct chatter]
- We here at Baylor Plano believe
choosin' your own doctor
is man's sacred, God-given right.
Advocacy, innovation, collaboration.
Excellence in these arenas compelled
"U.S. News & World Report" to rank Baylor Plano high
on its list of the nation's finest hospitals.
[soft dramatic music]
But it's our down-home Texas values
that won us the trust of our community.
And we owe it to that community to spare no expense
when it comes to their health care.
That begins by recruiting only the best.
Countries from around the globe,
37 to date, have sent their citizens to be treated
by renowned surgeons, Doctors O'Connor and Crosby.
They've made the Baylor Scoliosis Center
the very first institute of its kind devoted
to the treatment of this devastating spinal curvature.
Recently, Dr. Shapiro was awarded a preceptorship
under Professor Juha Mikkelsgaard of Helsinki.
Finally,
representing the exciting future of neurosurgery,
we have just recruited a rising star
of minimally invasive technique,
hailing from the University of Tennessee and Semmes-Murphey,
the very institute that blazed the trail in that approach.
[tense music]
- Dr. Duntsch, good morning. - Good morning, Dr. Morgan.
- I'd like to go over the equipment you ordered
for the procedure.
Yasargil micro bayonet,
French Fukushima teardrop tapered suction tube,
micro dissector set in titanium with case--
oh, wait, we have the Yasargil bayonet forceps.
You need the micro bayonet as well?
- If I asked for it, I need it.
[water running]
- Uh, we have Kerrisons,
retractors, microdiscectomy systems.
[metallic clanging] - Cupboards bare?
That's, uh, quite the grocery list you got there.
- I'll see you in the OR, Doctor.
- [sighs] How many surgeries you doing here today?
- Just one. First at this institution.
- Oh, congratulations.
Insurance is never gonna cover any of that shit.
- That is not my problem. Fixing people is.
Unlike the rest of this town.
- Is that right? - Yeah.
What passes for neurosurgery down here is a sham.
I'm here to nuke this place into the future.
- [chuckles] Wow. Well, you impress me.
Usually, it takes surgeons at least a good decade
to refine their God complex.
- [laughs] Christopher D. Duntsch. MD-PhD.
- Randy.
So do they have to enlarge the door
to get your Northern head into the building?
- I'm from Tennessee. - North of Texas is north.
- You know what, I think I'm gonna make you my access guy.
- Do I get a say in the matter? - Nope, that's it.
From now on, you're doing all of my access.
You are my fuckin' guy.
- Oh, goodie. - You're my guy, Randy.
[suspenseful ambient music]
* *
- Craig James. Congratulations.
You're about to enter the history books.
- First surgery at Baylor Plano?
- Staff treating you okay?
- Everything's been just fine.
- Have any questions before we begin?
- Gonna fix my leg? - [chuckles]
You'll be playing so much tennis,
the next time you're in my office,
you're gonna be griping about that elbow.
* *
See you soon.
[peaceful ambient music]
* *
[no audio]
* *
[basketball thumping]
* *
[phone ringing]
- [panting]
Morning, Ma.
Yeah. Thanks for the alarm.
* *
You, too. Yeah.
Love you back. Bye.
* *
Double shot espresso bad or double shot mezcal bad?
Quarterlies came in.
- Violent crime's up 2%. - Oh, that's on DPD.
- With a 5% drop in convictions.
- Stats don't tell the whole story.
- But they don't fib, either.
- We've got a 99% conviction rate.
Ed won't lose his head over some horsepucky calculus.
- Not when he can have George's.
- George? - Decade at Public Integrity.
That's some horsepucky for you right there.
Election season can get real ugly real quick.
[door slams]
- What happens to George's caseload?
- It's an unprincipled waste of time and taxpayer treasure.
What do you think?
- Perhaps "unparalleled" is a better way to put it.
There's something here, Ed.
George didn't do anything with it for months.
I want it.
- Your wants and needs mean nada to me.
Why?
- Because I'm young and naive and idealistic.
- [groans]
- And there's something about those two doctors.
- Their passion? - Exactly.
- Their passion means shit.
Someday, you'll get old and cranky
and look back on this moment from your deathbed
with deep abiding regret.
There's a reason no quack has ever been criminally charged.
- What if we don't have to?
Build a case, but go for the squeeze.
License forfeited in the plea,
a public health hazard is off the streets,
and you get the W.
- That makes a lot of sense. - Thank you.
- Which is why I don't trust it.
- Car's almost here.
- What car? - For your speech.
At the YMCA?
It's on the schedule.
- Oh, shit. Shit!
Now I gotta write something.
- I wanted to work in this office
because I was inspired by your leadership
and your eagerness to do the right thing no matter the cost.
- Well, that's good. I like that.
- I'm here to make a difference,
to fight the tough fights, to stand up for the folks
who have no one left to fight for them.
- Little diabetic, but it's all in the delivery.
- I haven't let you down. - First time for everything.
- And I'm not gonna stop asking.
Really politely.
- You are the youngest ADA in this office's history.
- Which means I could be the youngest former ADA
in this office's history.
- Kirby's been burning out my ringer for months now.
Holidays included.
- Thank you.
- Don't get me over your skis on this.
- You don't know how to ski, Ed.
- Feels good to be rid of him.
Doubt there's a man alive in Texas
more sick of that guy than me.
- [sighs]
Merino wool. That's the secret.
Doesn't trap the heat or the dampness.
Believe me, my feet go clammy quick.
You know, they say if it's not the frostbite
or the gangrene that gets you, it's the Death Zone,
that last 848 meters of Everest.
There's so little oxygen
that your body starts to die minute by minute, cell by cell.
- But this is my office,
where I spend a lot of time breathing in the air.
- Don't worry about it.
These things are anti-microbial fibers.
I've been wearing these things for three days.
My feet are as dry as...
I don't know, you fill in whatever metaphor
is least offensive to your delicate sensibilities.
[knock at door]
- Dr. Henderson, Dr. Kirby. So sorry I'm late.
Good to see you again. We met briefly.
Well, we didn't meet, but I was in the room
when you came to our office a little while back.
Michelle Shughart.
- Little while back? That was months.
So is Yarborough parking the car?
- Just me today.
I get it. You're disappointed.
- Oh, absolutely not.
- When you say just you today, do you mean just "today" today?
- Every day hereafter.
- You'reour lead? [scoffs]
- Like I said, I get it, you're disappointed.
I'm probably a little too young,
maybe a little too woman for your liking, but--
- Neither is true, Miss Shughart, please.
- Thank you.
But what I can tell you is that
I am passionate about this case.
Well, really every case, but especially this one.
And people tell me that I'm good at my job
even though it makes me exceedingly uncomfortable
to say so.
- If that son of a bitch thinks
I'm donating one blessed cent to his election,
he's got an edema on that medulla of his.
- I apologize. - He gave us his word, Bob.
We served up a psychopath on a silver fucking plater,
piping hot, and he goes and shits the bed.
- Oh, I promise I'm not the--uh, you know, in the bed.
And I assure you there's a strategy.
- Yeah, it's called "lock the bastard up," all right?
He's down the road at University General.
- We're gonna take care of it.
We're building a swift, focused case
to compel maximum leverage.
- So you're cutting a deal with him?
- Plea of guilty
in exchange for forfeiture of his medical license.
- Your boss is an idiot. - It was my idea.
- I don't take it back.
- I wouldn't expect you to, Dr. Kirby.
I don't know medicine.
That's why I so desperately need your expertise.
But all due respect, you don't understand the law.
- You don't understand who we're after.
- Dr. Kirby is correct.
And believe me, there is no string of four words
I find more disagreeable.
But stripping Duntsch of his Texas license is not enough.
- What he said. Especially the part
about you-know-who being you-know-right.
- He'll find another job.
He has to go to prison until either he's too old to practice
medicine or-- - He's in a crematorium.
[soft dramatic music]
- I understand.
But the burden of proof for that is insurmountable.
- Miss Shughart, Dr. Duntsch's victims are the proof.
Duntsch is never gonna stop.
He's never gonna stop on his own.
* *
[slow dissonant music]
* *
- Keep it up, and I will cancel your birth certificate!
Hands off! - Mr. Novak.
- Jesus, Moses, and Joseph. He lives.
* *
- So to review,
I'm going to be performing a cervical fusion on two levels,
C3-4 and C4-5.
I'll also be making a minor incision in--
- Three hours.
That's how long they got me lyin' here
in this dress, ass flappin' in the wind.
Won't let me eat, won't let me drink.
- I had a flat tire. It held me up.
- Flat tire.
You know what I had this morning?
Not one, not two,
but three black cats scattering across my road.
If that ain't the devil hollering, nothing is.
I am out.
- The longer you wait,
the faster your condition is gonna deteriorate.
[soft dramatic music]
- Slicker than owl shit.
You said you worked at Baylor.
- I have privileges at every hospital in Dallas.
- And you brought me here.
- Your insurance dictated.
- I'm not a rich man, Dr. Duntsch,
but I'm no church mouse neither.
I got Blue Cross Blue Shield.
And you gave me... hammer and sickle!
* *
- [sighs] Mr. Novak...
what this hospital lacks in ambience,
it more than makes up for in heart.
I have never worked with a finer,
more dedicated crew of nurses than the ones here at UGH.
Never.
I don't have any other procedures scheduled
for the rest of the day.
The OR is prepped and ready.
And the staff, they came in just for you.
You will not find this level of five-star care anywhere else.
* *
What else can I say to change your mind?
To make this happen? Today?
* *
Scalpel.
* *
[monitor beeping rapidly] - Dr. Duntsch.
- I shouldn't have to ask for suction every fuckin' time.
- Dr. Duntsch, BP is falling. - Sponge.
[multiple monitors beeping]
Scissors.
[multiple monitors beeping]
[two monitors beeping]
[soft dramatic music]
[heart monitor beeping]
It's a tumor.
He has cancer. There's nothing we can do here.
* *
Sew him up.
- First month at Baylor in the books.
Looks like you're finding your way around.
- Back of my hand.
- That marketing man of yours has logged some miles.
- [chuckles] Jerry's the best.
- And your OR schedule is filling out nicely.
- Teamwork makes the dream work.
Baylor is a hell of a calling card; you guys make it easy.
- Quick thing: Craig James, your first operation here...
- Yeah?
- Dr. Shapiro left word at my office.
Said Mr. James reached out,
scheduled a follow-up appointment.
- Why would that make it to your office?
- Honestly, I don't know.
[chuckling] Which is why I'm telling you.
- Okay. - You should check in.
Make sure everything's all right.
- Of course. Will do.
- Great. Any plans tonight?
- Uh, nothing special.
- Website's live.
We're getting hits, but we can do better.
- Pliers. - For a screw?
- You can tighten a screw with pliers, Wendy.
It's called leverage--pliers. - Okay.
- My boy knows this dude in Silicon Valley.
Claims there's this Russian who can rig searches
so when you type "doctor in Dallas,"
boom, Dr. D.
- No more Russians. Nail.
- It didn't come with nails, Chris.
- Of course it did.
You know what? Never mind.
Just give me another screw. - We need buzz.
Something flashy, sexy, lure people in.
- It's the wrong screw. - There are no other screws.
- There's this company called The Best Docs Network.
They'll send a whole film crew to the office
and film testimonials about your prowess.
[phone buzzing]
- Duntsch.
Uh-huh. Okay.
I'll be right there.
An emergency at the clinic.
- It's the third emergency this week, Chris.
- [sighs]
- This crib's for your son.
- I'll finish it as soon as I get back.
- Chris!
[soft tense music]
* *
- Been busy at the clinic.
- Just shut up, Jerry! Just--
* *
[panting]
[takes deep breath]
* *
Will you give me a ride to Babies R Us?
- Gotta grab my keys.
- [softly] Thank you.
* *
[breathing heavily and moaning]
* *
- Stop, stop. Hold that tongue.
* *
- Hurry up, woman! - [hand hits thigh]
* *
[knock at door] - Kim!
* *
[The Moody Blues' "Your Wildest Dreams" on radio]
- I figured he learned to fight like that in the frat house.
[both chuckle] Nope.
You know what Brent said? He said it was--
- Baltimore. - [chuckling] Yeah.
- Good morning, everyone!
- Helluva dude, that Dr. Morgan.
- [chuckles]
- I owe my life to that rat bastard.
- Dr. Morgan? Who? You?
- Dr. Brent Morgan, you know?
* *
- Your ex?
- [upbeat vocalizing]
- Can we turn that crap off?
[suction tube slurping]
I've got it from here.
[suction tube slurping]
Forceps.
- [upbeat vocalizing]
- That segmental artery is not tied off.
You--you're gonna--
[blood splatters] - [gasps]
- Sponge.
- That needs to be tied, Doctor.
It'll keep pooling in the disc space.
You can't see the-- - I work by feel, not by sight.
And turn that fucking music off!
Bone drill. [radio stops]
- You cannot drill while he's hemorrhaging.
[tense music]
[drill whirring]
[bone grinding] Jesus Christ.
* *
- Careful where you wag that thing.
- That wasn't medicine in there; that was a disgrace.
You're not a doctor.
You're a butcher.
* *
[phone buzzing]
Robert Henderson. - Dr. Henderson,
this is Dr. Jacob French from UT Memphis.
- Thanks for getting back to me so quickly.
- Sure.
Your message said you were calling from DMC.
What's that? - Dallas Medical Center.
- Ah, okay.
DMC. What's happening?
- You're the chairman of the department there?
- That's right.
- Do you recall a student there named Christopher Duntsch?
- Yeah.
- We have a-- a bit of an issue here.
Do you mind if I fill you in?
- An anonymous call tipped off his residency.
Purportedly, Duntsch would round under the influence.
So he was sent to a impaired physicians program,
was eventually cleared,
and, uh, allowed to continue his studies.
- Look at you, Nancy Drew.
- They have no idea who called it in?
- No.
- So we can't interview anybody?
Every one of his references failed to mention this program.
Because of confidentiality?
- Well, maybe they didn't even know.
- Isn't that an issue?
Shouldn't that be something
hospitals hiring doctors take into consideration?
- This is one of the many ways
a Tennessee problem becomes a Texas problem.
- How'd he get away with it?
Even after his first patient. Uh, what was his name?
Craig James.
Duntsch operated on the wrong vertebra.
Baylor found out and still let him continue.
I mean, nobody said anything?
- You hear stories, grist for the rumor mill,
but nurses are gossips,
and surgeons, they're a finicky lot.
They tend to turn their noses up at anybody
with an extra dollop of personality.
- What changed your mind? - What do you mean?
- Joe Padua. You operated with Duntsch,
and it looks to me like he almost killed him.
- Right.
- So if you were there.
If you saw what you saw, why didn't you stop him?
[notification chimes] - [sighs]
You don't have clue one what you're talking about.
- That's why we're here. Clue me in.
- Yeah.
- He really doesn't like me, does he?
- He can be challenging, but he has a good heart.
- You understand why I'm asking, right?
I have to stand in front of a judge and jury and say
that, over the course of two years,
this man butchered all these patients.
It was so bad, it was so out of the ordinary,
but nobody, not a nurse, an administrator,
or shoot, even Dr. Randall Kirby himself
was able to stop him.
Some didn't even try.
- I have an issue. I have to go.
- [sighs]
- The politics inside of an operating room...
are complicated.
[siren wailing distantly]
- Whatever you need, tell me. - I'm taking your patient.
[soft tense music]
* *
[heart monitor beeping]
[ventilator whooshing]
* *
Scalpel.
* *
- Ugh. - Quiet, please.
DeBakey. [metallic clink]
* *
There's something in there.
[ominous music]
* *
[groans softly] It's a sponge.
This is the cause of the infection.
* *
[faucet running]
* *
- With work, sometimes I forget to eat, if you can believe it.
[chuckling]
- You are the salt and light this city needs, Christopher.
- We're proud of you, son.
And I hope you're proud of yourself.
[soft piano music playing]
- Thanks, Dad.
* *
- And we like her.
Huh? - Mm-hmm.
- Very much. - Mm-hmm.
- A woman like that by your side,
a man could move mountains.
- So sorry.
There was a five-car pile up at the ladies room, right?
[chuckles]
* *
Wasn't this puny when I left. Who stole a bite?
Don, I'm lookin' right at you.
- Oh. Cod at a steakhouse?
We would Code Red you for that in the Marines.
- Oh, Semper Fish. [laughter]
- I don't eat any animal that can't be felled by a bullet.
- Unless it's his bullet,
in which case, we'd all starve to death.
- Keep talking, Mr. Big Shot.
- Our place in Colorado borders the state game lands.
Don can hunt in his own backyard.
- I can picture you out there with your .30/30,
flinging peas at some mountain goat.
- My .300 Savage begs to differ.
- Hmm. Winchester girl over here.
- Oh.
- I don't know what we would have done without Kim.
Couldn't have got the business up and running,
I can tell you that much.
* *
- Take care of my boy, Kim.
He's gonna need all the help he can get,
especially once the baby gets here.
- Mm.
[ominous music]
* *
- Tell me, Susan, whatever--
whatever I can do to help.
* *
- Well...
I know Wendy's got tons of family in the area,
but I want my Chris to help shoulder the burden.
- Mom.
- Have you made arrangements
for your boy's baptism yet, Chris?
- Not really.
I don't have an opinion one way or the other.
- Well, you better have an opinion.
Your son's salvation is on the line.
* *
- Listen to your mother, Chris.
You need to book a church well ahead.
* *
- [clears throat]
[sighs]
- [clears throat]
* *
Just a secretary moving with her husband.
She'll be gone once she gives birth.
- She will.
Look, Wendy is just a wrecked stripper from Memphis.
She's got nothing going for her.
She doesn't even have a dream. She is not like you.
- [scoffs]
She's got your baby.
It's your child, you sick fuck!
- Okay, so we give her a couple of weeks
to get her shit together after the baby comes,
and then she's out and I can focus all my attention on you.
- I found them.
The drugs. In the bathroom.
I know.
* *
- [chuckling] What are you talking about?
There are no drugs in the bathroom.
- Because I flushed them.
* *
- [stutters and chuckles]
Oh, fuck...Jerry.
I'll talk to him, okay?
Kim. - I'm not stupid.
- Okay, okay. Kim.
Come on, come on, babe.
All right, look.
They're my neurostimulants.
But I only take them when I need to focus
on writing a paper.
They're no worse than the shit a third grader takes.
[chuckling] Come on.
* *
- Don't--Chris.
Don't touch me. Get out of my fucking way!
- Oh, my God! Not until you stop acting absurd!
You're being crazy right now! - Oh, yes, I am crazy!
I am crazy for being the only person left in town
who wants to work with you!
- You're not even making any sense right now.
- Remember Dr. Darnton? Remember that?
And your little pecker-pulling match?
All the access surgeons found out about it
and don't want to perform with you.
- Bullshit.
I have an L5-S1 fusion scheduled for tomorrow.
- Not anymore!
[disco ball shatters]
[M&M's clink against glass]
- What happened with Mr. Padua?
- Well, the surgery was normal. Nothing out of the ordinary.
With the exception of a scrub tech
with the pace of molasses, and a resident who--
- Says here the procedure was delayed...
for a week.
- Yes, there were some challenges with the scheduling.
But we accommodated.
- Challenges?
- The access surgeons. They were all booked up.
- I was a nurse for many years before entering management.
I'm so fluent in doctor bullshit,
I can whiff it all the way from Fort Worth.
- [chuckles]
Look, I'm not trying to cause trouble here,
but I think...
there are some fragile male egos in this town
that don't like my style.
- [chuckles softly] You're new here.
It's on you to figure out how to play nice in the sandbox.
We're invested in this partnership,
and we need to know that we can rely on you.
[hip-hop music]
- * Get 'em, girl, get 'em, girl *
* Get 'em, girl, get 'em, girl *
* Tell 'em show me the money *
- * Get 'em, Daddy, get 'em, Daddy *
* Get 'em, Daddy, get 'em, Daddy *
- * You know I'm gettin' money *
* Get 'em, girl, get 'em, girl *
* Get 'em, girl, tell 'em show me the money *
- * Get 'em, Daddy, get 'em, Daddy *
* Get 'em, Daddy, get 'em, Daddy *
- Thanks for the mammaries!
[laughs] Oh!
I miss those Tennessee girls, bro.
They strip for the love of it.
- We need aggressive expansion. Name recognition.
Go to the people directly, then bring them in.
- Come on, man, I brought you here to cheer you up.
Take your mind off of-- - You fucked up, Jerry.
I relied on you to bring me new patients.
- And I did! - Not enough.
- Motherfuck-- you've been mesmerized.
Get her out of your head, bro.
Dump Face I know wouldn't wig out like this.
They're just jealous, all those doctors.
That's why they came after you.
You're changing the game, and they fear your ascendence.
Wait till they find out you're winning an award.
- Award? - I told you.
You are the best doc in Dallas.
Might as well make it official.
- * You know I'm getting money *
* Get 'em, girl, get 'em, girl *
- When are we doing this? - Yes! That is what I'm saying.
It is in your calendar. Tomorrow, 9:00 a.m.
Oh, and another thing, you said a while ago
to tell you when I'm ready for you to fix my neck.
Well, you need patients and my neck fuckin' sucks,
so I'm ready.
* *
- You're my friend. - Fuckin' right I am.
- Some people frown on that sort of thing,
operating on your friend.
- Well, I ain't breaking up with you.
If anyone asks, I'll say this is the U.S. of fuckin' A
and if I got to be cut open, I want the best.
* *
- And I'm the best. - Get in there, man.
Work your magic.
- Teamwork makes the dream work.
- You and I are a team, bro. - Goddamn right we are.
[basketball thumping]
- Brick. - [sighs]
What are you doing here?
- Your neighbor got tired of me
banging on your front door, told me where I could find you.
- Do I want to know how you found my address?
- [chuckles] I don't know, do you?
- Huh.
One on one? - [inhales deeply]
Definitely not.
So this is awkward, but, uh...
You asked about Joe Padua.
[heart monitor beeping]
[chuckles] He's my pool guy.
- You know him? - Yeah, he installed my pool.
I see him every spring and fall.
He's expensive as shit, but worth it.
- Mm. - Scalpel.
- It's good to have you here.
- I've got an ALIF in a hour with O'Connor,
but I should be over and out by then.
Who's the performing?
- Kirby! My man!
- [sighs]
[low tense music]
- [muttering] Christ.
* *
You have to isolate the--
uh, doctor, that's a nerve, a nerve root.
[patient thumps against table]
[sighs and inhales deeply]
- Double action.
* *
- Dr. Kirby, it's Dr. O'Connor.
- Okay, yeah, five--five minutes, five more minutes.
* *
I see you've invented a new use for the double action rongeur.
- Dr. Kirby, I have done thousands of these.
You can take off.
* *
Trial.
* *
Mallet.
* *
[metallic clanging]
* *
[bone cracks] Dr. Morgan, cage.
- He says he's going to call Amy Piel
if you don't get up there right now.
- Right, right. Yes, yes.
Just tell him a few seconds, all right?
- Mallet.
* *
- Need the persuaders now.
- You've got it off midline. It needs to go to the left.
- Mallet. - To the left.
The other left.
* *
[metallic clanging]
* *
- These plugs are shit. I can't get any purchase.
* *
- Dr. Kirby. - [sighs]
- Dr. Kirby, thank you for your time.
Dr. O'Connor is pitching a hissy fit, so...
[bone cracks loudly] You can run along.
[ominous music]
* *
[metallic clanging and bone cracking]
* *
[ominous music fades]
- I just came from removing a sponge from deep inside
the neck of one of Duntsch's other patients.
Been sewn up in there for days.
- By accident? - Oh, any other doctor, sure.
But not this one.
And the infection inside this man was...
he was minutes away from killing him.
- You mean it?
You mean the infection was minutes away from killing him?
- [sighs]
Duntsch claimed that he had found a tumor
inside this man's neck.
He slices into it.
It's his esophagus.
This tonight was attempted murder.
Nothing less.
Shelley Brennan was murder.
Dorothy Burke was murder.
I played by the rules, and people died.
If we're gonna do this, Shughart...
we gotta be all in.
I'm all in.
- I'm not hearing this, Shughart, not now.
I'm late for a thing.
Gotta grip and grin it and sing for my supper.
- I've seen enough to be convinced.
- You came to me, you asked, I gave.
- Henderson and Kirby are right.
A plea is not justice served, it's justice denied.
He needs to be stopped.
- There's a reason it's never been done.
- Because there's never been a doctor like Duntsch, never.
- It's a civil case. - It's not about money.
- It's always about money.
Where are the damn tickets? - Here.
These people were just trying to fix their backs, Ed.
- Do me a favor, sit down.
I want to be clear.
You want this, I'll give you rope.
But I'm not gonna cut you down, you hear me?
Going after Duntsch publicly means exposure for Baylor.
- And? - Baylor is connected.
Members of Baylor's board make donations.
- You mean for events
like the one you're attending this evening?
- They don't donate to me, unfortunately,
but to others we know.
And as your mentor... - You're my mentor?
[soft dramatic music]
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- I'd advise you to focus on something else.
- He's still operating, Ed.
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- Okay.
Okay.
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[phones ringing] - Morning.
[indistinct chatter]
[soft tense music]
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[keys clink]
[knock at door]
- Hey. Tomorrow's the big day.
- Suppose I should turn in early.
Get a good night's rest.
- As your doctor, I think that would be the wise thing to do.
[dissonant ominous music]
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- I can keep driving.
Say the word.
You don't have to do this.
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- He is the best doc in Dallas.
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[soft tense music]
[faucet running]
* *
[music intensifies]
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- Jerry Summers.
* *
- Calibrating a few more things,
then we're off to the races.
- Hey, Chris.
I'm the luckiest bastard alive.
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- I'm gonna fix you.
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[hushed ominous music]
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