Code Black (2015) s02e14 Episode Script

1 Previously on "Code Black" It's called Deep Brain Stimulation surgery.
Rollie, you did great.
You're a doctor, Rollie.
You always will be.
No! Let go of me! - No.
- Is he gonna die? - No way.
- Do you want it straight? Or do you want doctor talk? - I want it straight.
- What's your name? - Ariel.
- Ariel, I'm Dr.
Rorish.
- I'm sorry.
- What? We couldn't save your father.
Shut up! Shut up.
[Sobbing.]
You ready? You can come closer if you want.
It's okay.
- Can you hear it? - Yeah.
I hear you, Daddy.
I hear you.
[Indistinct conversations.]
[Siren wailing.]
Cut that open, Dr.
Dixon.
Yep, I'm I'm trying.
You sure have pretty eyes.
What does that even mean? What does what even mean? Uh, ma'am, ma'am could you just please lie still? What'd you say your name was? Uh, Dr.
Dixon.
I just got a text from Dr.
Pruitt, the doctor from Peterson.
Dr.
Dix-on.
[Laughing.]
Uh, I'll give you some antibiotics, but you'll need a wound check in two days.
- That just rolls off the tongue.
- What did she say? - I don't know.
It's all emojis.
- Real pretty eyes.
Just sweating, angry, and, uh dead? No, it says she kicked butt at work and she's laughing.
Wait, you texted back? [Laughing.]
Yeah.
I asked her out for coffee.
Wrong.
You said you're disgusted and that you wanna high-five her on the - Really pretty eyes.
- Don't ask.
Really.
- Oh, God.
- Hand over your cell.
Like a virginal first-year's gonna teach me how to ask someone out? Pretty eyes, baby.
[Laughing.]
Okay, fine.
Let's do this.
Dr.
Dix-on.
[Water running.]
- Dr.
Willis? - Yo.
Fire department's asking for a doctor on a construction site accident.
I'm on it.
Where am I headed? Downtown.
The northwest corner of Olympus Bank.
[Spits.]
You need backup, I'm free.
Let's do it.
Leighton, Dixon, let's go! - What do you got? - 14-year-old female.
Severe burning to eyes and throat.
[Crying.]
My eyes! They're on fire! I can't see! - What happened? - Pepper spray.
The school called ahead.
Some genius put it in a classroom HVAC unit.
- [Gasping.]
- America's future.
Yeah, you're with me, Kean.
Don't rub your eyes and try not to panic, okay? - Dr.
Dixon, let's go.
- Coming through - Okay, what do you got? - 14-year-old female with mild burning to throat.
Displaced fracture, her right femur.
She was trampled in the panic.
Oh, my God! Aah! You need to calm down, miss, and you need to stay still.
- Where's Willis? - Campbell sent him off-site.
Again? Okay, let's get her inside.
Jesse: Okay, let's get 'em in.
Let's get 'em in.
Oh, whoa.
Cleanup on aisle four over here, guys, let's go.
[Sirens wailing.]
[Indistinct conversations.]
Chief, I hear you have two men down.
Down? Up.
What floor are they on? Floor? They're up there on the crane.
The foreman and his brother.
Been up there for two hours.
My men can't get 'em out.
We've got one guy pinned by the cable drum and his brother pinned down by the same cable at the other end of the crane.
[Indistinct radio chatter.]
Family business? 20 years and countin'.
Dad passed a few years ago.
Sons took over.
Fighting ever since.
- How far up are we going? - 40 stories.
[Radio chatter continues.]
Scared of heights? Are you kidding? No way.
So you're good to do this? Yeah, of course.
[Crying, groans.]
It burns so much! All right, this is going to help rinse out your eyes.
Give her another dose of Dilaudid.
- [Crying continues.]
- Yeah, how much do I irrigate? A couple of liters.
Nothing's helping.
Please, it hurts! I got this.
Dr.
Dixon, go into the break room and get me a can of soda.
- What? - Just do it.
All right, Dr.
Kean, have you ever had a patient in traction before? I've only watched.
Right.
Brace yourself.
It's not pretty.
I don't have time to get her to the OR.
- It's okay.
- Oh, what are you doing? Ah! Okay.
We've started you on some pain meds, but this is gonna hurt, okay? So I need you to lie still.
- [Crying.]
- Ready, Dr.
Kean? Start turning.
[Screaming.]
No! Stop! It hurts! - [Panting.]
- I promise you, you will feel better once the bone is back in place.
Keep going.
- [Screams.]
- [Snaps.]
- Got it.
- [Gasping.]
All they had was this.
It's diet - All right.
- [Crying.]
The carbonation and a low pH will soothe the burn.
[Gasping.]
It's helping! Thank you.
Jesse: Okay, guys, watch your back! Coming in! All right.
What do you got? - [Wheezing.]
- 54-year-old male in respiratory distress.
History of asthma.
Pepper spray caused a severe exacerbation.
Is that Mr.
Hazelton? [Wheezing continues.]
- That's the teacher.
- Okay.
Leighton, please.
Get ready to transfer him.
On my count.
- One, two, three.
- All the way.
And we're gonna roll him, please.
- Together now.
One, two, three.
- [Gasping.]
- Got it.
- Below your board.
[Wheezing.]
Okay, diffuse expiratory and inspiratory breathing.
Sats are dropping.
Let's start him on albuterol and Atrovent now.
And grab magnesium and Solu-Medrol, please.
Guys, my patient's going south.
Let's go! - All right, I'm no it.
- Oh, my God.
Elliot: Hey, hey, hey.
You need to lie back.
- You need to lie back.
- Oh, my God.
What's happening? [Sirens wailing, onlookers clamoring.]
Nice view.
Wind kicks up every few minutes.
Come with me.
What happened? Trolley line slipped.
Sheave came loose, pinned Jorge underneath.
Rob tried to stop it and got caught in the drum.
Robbie? I'm Dr.
Willis.
This is Dr.
Savetti.
Here to help you.
Always make sure you're double-hooked on to the cable.
Every six feet, detach one at a time, then tie it to the next.
[Metal clicks.]
[Clicking.]
I tried to save Jorge.
We were all scrambling.
My arm got caught.
Please.
Please go go to Jorge! Hey, hey.
Shh, shh.
I need you to relax.
Okay? You need to take it easy.
- Where's the other one? - He's at the trolley.
The same cable's got his brother Jorge pinned at the other end of the crane.
- [Lines clicking.]
- [Creaking.]
- They can't cut the cable? - No.
If we loosen the cable, drum's backspool can suck Robbie right into the winch.
Ethan: Okay, we'll go check out the brother.
Be right back.
[Hooks clicking.]
Savetti.
How many shifts you pull? Two.
But I'm fine.
Let's just keep moving.
Oh! Jorge! What's going on, man? Are you okay? - [Groans.]
Oh, God! - [Ethan grunting.]
[Groaning continues.]
Jorge? I'm Dr.
Willis.
This is Dr.
Savetti.
We're here to get you out.
Oh, it's so heavy! [Groaning.]
- [Line creaking.]
- All right.
Hey, listen to me.
I know it's hard.
I want you to concentrate on your breathing.
All right? How's Robbie? They told me he was trapped in in the drum.
Why can't they get him out? [Shuddering, groaning.]
Hang tight.
We're gonna get you both out.
Hey, can we relieve any pressure on this cable? Just even couple of centimeters will do it.
Somebody get me a chain fall and a level hoist up here now.
- Just save my brother! - [Creaking.]
Oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Robbie: What's going on? Are you okay? [Creaking.]
All right, you go to him.
I'll stay here.
Give me a radio.
- Savetti.
- Yeah? Move fast.
This cable tightens any more, it's gonna sever his body in half.
[Wind whistling.]
Angus: Mag and Solu-Medrol are in.
His wheezing is getting worse.
We need to intubate.
Thank you.
Laryngoscope, please.
Ew.
Did she just put that down his throat? - Okay.
Push ketamine, please.
- Is he going to be okay? Please, I need you to calm down.
Tube placement is good.
Okay, can someone tell me? I he's my teacher.
Can someone get her out of here, please? No.
I-I need to know! Woman: We need you to stay calm.
CO2 levels are too high.
He's acidotic.
Dr.
Dixon, let's get him on a vent and hyperventilate, please.
Watch your backs.
Coming in.
- Thank you.
- Got it? Here you go.
- [Monitor beeping steadily.]
- Okay.
He's stable.
But we need to keep him on a continuous breathing treatment so I want you to take him to sides, Dr.
Dixon, - and monitor his heart.
- Okay, guys, let's go.
[Helicopter blades whirring.]
[Grunting.]
[Indistinct radio chatter.]
It's not moving.
The cable hasn't budged.
Keep trying.
Please, just save my brother, man.
Let me die.
We're not gonna do that.
[Labored breathing.]
I need to talk to him, man.
Give me your walkie, okay? [Helicopter blades fade.]
Robbie.
Robbie, can you hear me? Yeah.
[Breathing heavily.]
You're gonna be all right.
But what were you even doing here, man? You weren't even supposed to be here.
[Monitor beeping rapidly.]
Robbie? Robbie? - Mario: Willis! - What's going on? He's out.
I need you over here.
What'd he say? What'd he say? Okay, just stay with him.
Make sure he doesn't move.
Tell me what's going on, please.
Come on, come on.
Stay with me.
Hey.
Robbie's pulse weakened.
Okay, we got to get him out of here now.
And then we can use the drum to free his brother.
- How? - You heard the guy.
They can't cut through the cable.
We're gonna amputate his arm.
[Wheezes.]
- So what do you got, mama? - 63-year-old found unconscious.
Blunt head trauma and an arterial scalp pumper.
Housekeeper found her at the bottom of the stairs.
- She reeks of booze.
- That's probably why she fell.
Okay, let's run a tox screen and order a CT, please.
- Ready? - Yep.
On my count.
One, two, three.
- Let's roll her.
- Here we go.
Got it.
Clear.
Pupils are equal and reactive to light.
Okay, Jesse, 4.
0 on a big needle.
- Gotta stop that bleeding, please.
- On it.
Excuse me.
Dr.
Rorish, this is Dr.
Blackwell.
He's an orthopedist with privileges here at Angels.
I-I didn't call for an ortho consult.
That's not why I'm here.
She's my wife.
Okay.
[Lights hum.]
[Monitor beeping steadily.]
There's no corneal damage.
The pain should subside soon.
And that medication in there should help with your lungs.
You'll be fine in a few hours.
So what exactly happened? Someone put pepper spray in the classroom vent.
When the heat turned on, it sprayed everywhere.
The heat probably reacted with the chemicals.
Made it worse.
Dangerous prank.
We all started choking.
Everybody pushed and shoved one another to get out, and then [Sighs.]
Mr.
Hazelton collapsed.
Why would someone do something like that? 'Cause everyone hates him.
He gives pop quizzes all the time, and twice as much homework as all the other teachers.
Last week, he confiscated Olivia's and my cellphones and read our texts out loud to the entire class.
- Right, Liv? - Totally.
He's gonna be okay, though, right? Sorry, I can't discuss other patients with you.
[Helicopter blades whirring.]
[Indistinct radio chatter.]
We need that hacksaw up here now! - Coming right now! - Make sure there's a runway clear and that ambulance is ready to go! You're gonna perform an amputation up here? Are you crazy? We don't have the right tools.
You have a better suggestion? There's gotta be another way.
Maybe we can break the drum.
It's too late.
He loses that arm either way.
Believe me, he'll thank us when he wakes up alive.
- [Wind howling.]
- [Groans.]
[Breathing heavily.]
Hey.
You said you were okay.
[Exhales sharply.]
I am.
You better be.
[Wind howls.]
My hands were hurting, so I took a Percocet and then I had a glass of wine with dinner.
Judith's arthritis has been acting up lately.
How long have you been taking, uh, pain medication for your arthritis? Two.
Uh, no, uh, three years.
- Yes? Three years? - As needed? - Yes.
As needed.
- Yes.
Mm-hmm.
- Hey, Lily.
- Hi, Dr.
Campbell.
Mom, what happened? Your mother got a little dizzy when going down the stairs.
- She hit her head.
- Are are you okay? Wh-when can she come home? It's all right, Lily.
I'll be fine.
Why don't you pull up the car? Actually, you need to do some X-rays and a head CT before you're released.
Might be a couple of hours.
You can wait in the family room if that's more comfortable.
No, I-I wanna stay with her.
Could I speak to you for a moment? - Will: Sure.
Absolutely.
- Leanne: Sure.
I'd, um prefer to bring Judith home and watch her myself.
Well, she's lucid, but she fell really hard.
I don't wanna take any chances.
If there's any sign of brain swelling, I'll bring her right back in.
I know it's hard to take a back seat, but, uh, Judith's in great hands with Dr.
Rorish.
Oh, all due respect, I'm sure you're a great doctor.
But I'd like to take care of her myself.
At home.
I have to take proper care of all my patients.
Even those married to doctors.
Look, um, it's not the first time this has happened.
We've been to counseling, sent her to rehab.
We're working on it.
This was [sighs.]
just a relapse.
[Exhales.]
You know how things get around here.
I'm just trying to protect my family.
Will? Please.
I understand your concern.
But I'm with Dr.
Rorish on this.
We can't discharge her yet.
I'll keep Judith's issues private.
You have my word.
[Air hissing.]
You know, the school called it a prank gone wrong.
I call it assault.
How long does my father have to be on this? Well, it could be a few more hours or a couple days.
We just don't know yet.
He's always had, um, terrible asthma.
I've never seen him like this.
Well, usually, uh, - pepper spray's pretty harmless, but - [Laughter.]
occasionally, it can cause an extreme reaction like this.
Is that them? Miss, miss? I think that you should just, uh I got it.
I got it.
I got it.
Ms.
Hazelton? Do you see what you did, you little brats? That is my father over there.
And he cannot breathe because of what you did.
I don't know what you think we did, but we're victims here.
- Oh, you're victims? - Ms.
Hazelton? You don't even know me.
Hell I don't.
Being pretty and popular does not get you anywhere in the real world.
And that's what he's trying to teach you.
And this is how you thank him? He could've died because of what you all did.
Okay, Ms.
Hazelton? Look, I understand you're upset.
You can't do this here.
- I'm sorry.
- Fine.
I'm going.
Whatevs, dude.
Right? Liv? [Helicopter blades whirring, wind howling.]
Ethan: Once we tie up the vessels, there'll be no more blood.
Saw off his bone, get him out of here.
How much longer? He's not doing so hot over here.
You gotta work faster.
I can't reach the deep brachial artery from over here.
- You need more light, Doc? - Yeah.
[Grunting.]
Ah! [Flashlight clattering.]
[Breathing heavily.]
Can't get it.
I can get it from underneath.
- What the hell are you doing? - I told you.
I got this.
[Creaking.]
- Ah! - Damn it! - Hey! Mario! - Hang on! [Grunting.]
- Hey! - Hang on! - Mario! - It's too far! I can't reach! Are you okay?! This thing's cutting off the circulation of my leg.
[Shouting.]
Hold on! I'll get a secure cable! [Men shout indistinctly.]
All right, stop it.
I'm gonna come down.
- No! - No, you guys stay up there.
You gotta get that arm off.
He's gonna bleed out! [Grunts.]
[Groaning.]
- What are you doing? - We need that safety cable! The harness is cutting off the pressure in his leg and he could lose it if we don't get him up here.
Here.
Grab my hand.
Grab my hand.
- [Grunting.]
- [Creaking.]
- Come on.
- [Gasping.]
[Grunts.]
Ah! Man: Here.
Hook up to this cable.
- I'm in.
- Okay, we got him.
- Let's go! - And lift! And lift! [Grunting.]
[Pats back.]
You okay? - Yeah.
- All right.
We gotta hurry.
How long will she have to be on crutches? A few weeks.
And then she'll need minor surgery.
Olivia: Thanks, Dr.
Leighton.
Hey.
Isn't your mom here yet? Emma, do you need a ride home? No, I'm good.
She's on her way.
You wanna get your things together? I'll go get the paperwork ready for your mom to sign? It's actually gonna be a few more hours.
She's at some party with my stepdad.
Guess her daughter being in the ER isn't a good enough reason for her to skip out.
Okay.
You need something else? I'm good.
Thanks.
[Chuckles.]
[Indistinct conversations.]
Man: Okay, I want you to take a nice slow breath.
- Judith Blackwell's.
- [Door closes.]
- Her CT's clear.
- Any fractures? No new ones, but look.
She has multiple old fractures.
Well, her husband said she took a couple spills before.
You mean from her Percocet Chardonnay lunch special? - Dr.
Kean.
- Sorry.
Hold on.
Do you see that there? That's a spiral fracture on her radius.
It never quite healed.
- You don't get that from falling.
- Then how? You get that from someone twisting your arm hard enough that it breaks.
No wonder she's self-medicating.
[Indistinct conversations.]
- So have you hard from Dr.
Pruitt yet? - Not yet.
She's just playing it cool.
Okay? Don't worry.
Or you messed it up.
- Give me back my phone.
- No.
No.
No, no, no.
You need to wait at least two hours between texts.
- Says who? - Everyone.
Dude, he's right.
Think before thumbs.
Thank you.
Dr.
Leighton.
Something's something's happening with my dad.
[Monitor beeping rapidly.]
Dad? Hey, hey.
Dad He's crashing.
The albuterol must've overstimulated his heart - and caused an arrhythmia.
- What? Let's get him to Center Stage.
Let's go.
Wait.
Where you taking him?! Dad! Wait, Dad - Where are you going? - Miss, miss - Where Wait.
- I'm sorry.
- You'll have to wait back here.
- Can you just tell me? - Is he gonna be okay? - As soon as soon as we get an update, we'll let you know.
[Crying.]
Wh where [Indistinct radio chatter.]
Man: Come on, Doc, you gotta hurry up! Jorge's barely breathing! Okay, we gotta get that arm off now.
Tie up the artery.
I'm gonna cut through the bone and get him out of here.
I can't see it.
There's too much blood.
You gotta feel for it.
Hold on.
I think I feel it.
There.
[Sawing, bone scraping.]
[Loud crack.]
- Through the bone.
- Let's get him out! Where's that backboard? It's right here! My guys will take him from here.
- Ethan: Got him? - Woman: Got him.
- [Breathing heavily.]
- [Hooks clattering.]
[Breathing heavily.]
[Hook clanks.]
Got a pulse.
All right.
All right.
Okay.
Get ready to reverse that drum when I tell ya! You get ready to crank it.
- We'll pull him out of here.
- All right.
Hang in there, Jorge.
We're gonna get you out of here.
Okay! Now! - [Grunting.]
- [Machine reverses.]
[Creaking.]
- He's free! - [Gasps.]
And he's breathing.
Give me that backboard and the C-collar now! A dramatic nighttime rescue high above the L.
A.
skyline [Indistinct conversations.]
W-with my arthritis, sometimes I take too many meds, and lose my balance.
Judith, we know you didn't do that to yourself.
It's all right.
I'm fine.
Dr.
Kean made some phone calls.
You've been to six different ERs in the last two years.
That's none of your business.
It is our business if someone is abusing you, even if it's your husband.
[Whispers.]
Stop it.
Don't say that.
What's going on here? We're checking up on your wife.
Lily, you're supposed to be watching your mother.
I was on a phone call.
What's the big deal? It's all right, honey.
- We're just talking about my treatment.
- Not anymore.
We're going home right now.
Dr.
Kean, please recheck her vitals.
What the hell do you think you are doing? That's my wife.
She's also my patient.
I've seen the X-rays, not to mention the multiple trips to the ER.
I told you.
She has problems.
And until I know more, it is my job to protect her.
I don't feel safe letting her go home.
Anything? It's faint, but it's there.
Looks like V-tach.
I'll shock him.
[Monitor beeping rapidly.]
- All right, charge to 100.
- No.
Wait, wait, wait.
Hold on.
It is ventricular, but this is Torsades.
- Right.
Don't we shock that? - Not exactly.
We convert it.
Turn the defibrillator to pace, turn the rate and the energy up.
- Overdrive pacing? - [Whirring.]
Now, crank the amps and the rate up - until we get control of the heart.
- [Beeping.]
[Thumping.]
- It's working.
- Here we go.
[Thumping continues.]
That's it.
Now, turn the rate and the energy down, and terminate the tachycardia.
[Beeping slows.]
Okay, back in sinus.
Okay, good job.
Wow.
Good call, Dr.
Leighton.
Got an emoji for that? [Laughs.]
[Siren wailing.]
[Monitor beeping rapidly.]
His pulse is weak.
Oh [Beeping continues.]
He's got a murmur.
It's an air embolism.
Must've happened when you saved me.
- Jorge: Robbie! - How far out are we? - Man: 10 minutes! - Let's get him on his side.
- What's happening? - He's got air in his heart.
Getting him on his side keeps it from going into the coronaries.
What the hell did you do to my brother, man? This is the only way that we could save both of you.
[Crying.]
Oh, no.
Oh, God Robbie, come on, man.
Come on.
You gotta live.
[Air hisses.]
Listen to me, you can't let him die! Robbie, come on.
Robbie, wake up.
[Crying.]
[Siren wails.]
[Indistinct conversations.]
Did you always wanna be a doctor? That or a ballet dancer.
I can't dance, so My dad always wanted me to follow in his footsteps, but that didn't really pan out.
Why not? I tried, but nothing I did was ever good enough.
And then my mom she checked out.
[Voice breaking.]
He's so controlling.
You have no idea.
Then tell me.
Everyone thinks that he's this important surgeon, but they have no idea what he's really like.
Just because he gives me money, he thinks he owns me.
I mean, sometimes I just wish he were dead.
Lily.
If your father has hurt you or your mother in any way, you have to tell us.
Lily, stop it.
That's enough.
Hey.
You're still here.
All the other kids left already.
My mom's still at her dumb party.
I saw you take Mr.
Hazelton into that room.
He's okay, though, right? You didn't seem to care before.
What changed? I didn't say I didn't care.
I'm not a monster.
Look, I'm sure whoever did this didn't mean to hurt him.
No? What did they think was gonna happen? Not this.
[Woman speaking indistinctly over PA.]
He's gonna be fine.
Good.
He's gone through a lot today.
Well, he hated us before.
He's really gonna hate us now.
And how do you feel? About Mr.
Hazelton? About yourself.
You say he hates you, so I was just wondering how you're feeling about you right now? Me? [Scoffs.]
I feel fine.
And, dude, you're a nurse, not a shrink.
I don't need to be a shrink to see what I see.
And what do you think you see? I see a nice girl named Emma who's in the battle of her life right now.
You think I'm in the battle of my life with Mr.
Hazelton? No.
I think you're in the battle with the other Emma, the one you don't like very much.
And I think you could beat her.
You just have to decide who you wanna be.
[Indistinct conversations.]
Man: Cardiology to the Cath Lab.
Cardiology to the Cath Lab.
None of this is proof.
- No, but it's evidence.
- [Sighs.]
I've known Ross for 20 years.
When their daughter had problems in school, I helped them find a counselor.
God, I let the guy operate on my own daughter.
That's how much I trust him.
But no one knows what goes on behind closed doors.
You know that better than anyone.
Look, Judith's an addict.
She could've done these things to herself.
Or or maybe she became an addict because her husband was beating her.
[Door opens.]
Dr.
Rorish, come quick.
It's the Blackwells.
- Judith? - No.
It's Dr.
Blackwell.
[Monitor beeping rapidly.]
- Leanne: So what happened? - I think it's a stroke.
He was at Judith's bed when he started talking funny and collapsed.
Ross.
Can you answer me, Ross? - [Mutters indistinctly.]
- He's aphasic.
Ross, squeeze my fingers.
And weak on the right.
A carotid artery dissection.
That explains the stroke symptoms.
The blood clot must've gone straight to the brain.
Look at that bruising.
He was pummeled.
That's what must have caused his dissection.
- His neck must've snapped back somehow.
- [Monitor beeping steadily.]
Wanna give this guy tPA? No.
Too risky with the trauma to give it peripherally.
We can give it intra-arterially at the site of the clot.
All right, that's a good idea.
Let's get him upstairs to IR.
I don't understand.
He was fine just a minute ago.
The trauma could've happened a day or two ago.
[Jesse speaks indistinctly.]
Maybe when he was fighting with Judith.
There's no way she could've hit him back this hard, not with this amount of force.
Maybe he wasn't fighting with her.
Maybe he was defending her.
What happened? 32-year-old male.
Possible air embolism.
Went into arrest en route.
Jorge: Robbie! Robbie? Robbie? Robbie, don't die on me! Give me a central line.
- Put him in bed two.
- On it.
We get the catheter into his heart, maybe we can aspirate that air.
Ready? One, two, three.
There we go.
Ready to roll him.
There we go.
That's it.
Here.
He's having runs of V-fib.
- Get him on amio.
- Yes, Doctor.
[Breathing heavily.]
You okay? Yeah, I'm fine.
All right? - You need to step off.
- No, I'm fine.
Step off.
Go to bed.
That's an order.
All right, catheter's in.
Dr.
Leighton, prepare a syringe.
No air bubbles.
Do it again.
[Groans.]
Okay, got it.
Pressure's coming up.
All right, let's get him on his back.
Good job, Dr.
Leighton.
[Gloves snap.]
Wh-where is where is she? Where's my mom? - We moved her to a private room.
- Where? I can't tell you.
Then I'll find her myself.
Hey.
Hey! CT room is one of the only places we have security cameras in the hospital.
What is this? Why won't you let us see Lily? Keep watching.
Uh, turn it off.
No.
I really think you should see this.
[No audio.]
[Exhales.]
[Crying.]
I said turn it off.
[Exhales.]
Guys, how long has this been going on? You don't understand.
She doesn't mean to hurt us.
It's our fault.
We indulged her.
Lily: I know my mom and dad are in there.
The receptionist told me where they are.
Let me in.
Lily, stop.
Look, just just get the hell away from me.
I wanna see my parents.
You're never gonna see your parents alone again.
No.
Just I need to see them.
Please, Will.
This is a family matter.
Lily, can you step over here, please? We know that you've been hurting them.
You don't know what you're talking about.
- Was it the money? - Lily: No! Noa: Did they threaten to cut you off? - I contacted the hospital's attorney.
- Oh He will help you get a restraining order.
Ross, tell him he's wrong.
Judith, you can't keep protecting her.
Shut up.
Just shut up! You can't prove anything.
Actually, we can.
- You both need help.
- She doesn't mean it! Judith, stop.
It's over.
We can't do this anymore.
No.
No.
I wanna I wanna I wanna see them.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- Leanne: Easy, easy.
Mom, Mom, Mom! They're taking me away! Mom! Mom, no, no! She's made our life a living hell.
- She's our child.
- Please, Mom! Mom - I'm sorry.
- Please, help me! [Crying.]
Shh.
[Sobbing.]
Shh, Judith.
[Sobbing continues.]
Shh.
He's on a lot of pain meds, so he's gonna be a little bit out of it.
Hey.
Hey.
I should've never let you up on that crane.
It was nobody's fault.
You remember the first day that we started working with Dad? [Chuckles.]
Old man wouldn't shut up.
He kept bragging about his boys following in his footsteps.
And then he took the whole crew out for beers.
But he forgot his wallet.
And we had to cover the tab.
Exactly.
And we split it.
Pretty sure Pop knew what he was doing all along.
No.
We're not splitting this one.
It's all you, bro.
[Voice breaks.]
A half man can't run a company.
[Breathes sharply.]
If I lopped off your other arm, you'd still be more of a man than any of us.
Even me.
We can work this out.
Together.
Are you with me? Yeah.
I'm with you.
[Exhales.]
[Crying.]
Okay, the good news is he's oxygenating well.
[Exhales.]
Mr.
Hazelton, someone's here to see you.
What the hell are you doing here? You know what? Never mind.
Emma.
Emma.
Just wait, please.
Can Emma and I have a moment alone? It's okay.
It's okay.
I'll bring you to the waiting room.
All right.
Well, I'm glad to see you've recovered, Ms.
Easton.
Think you had it a little worse than me.
[Chuckles.]
Just a little.
Any idea who did this? No.
Look, I just wanted to check and make sure you were okay.
We don't have to have a whole meeting about it or anything.
I'm curious.
Maybe you don't know who did it, but you might know why somebody would want to do it.
I don't know.
Maybe you could try being a little nicer to your students.
Is that what you think the problem is? I'm not nice? Whoever did this probably doesn't think you're nice.
No.
Maybe you don't think I'm nice.
You don't know what I think.
You don't know anything about me.
You like Emily Dickinson.
But not Wordsworth.
Oh, no.
[Chuckles.]
What? You have a wonderful understanding of 19th century British literature.
And while you are not my hardest-working student you can be a bit too focused on your, uh, social life there are times when your mind and imagination are absolutely magical.
I doubt that.
[Chuckles softly.]
I'm sorry, Mr.
Hazelton.
I did it.
I did this to you.
I'm so sorry.
[Exhales.]
Emma, it's okay.
You made a mistake.
We all do.
"In the end, Pip realized that his great expectations "weren't about the world out there, "that everything he needed was inside him all along.
" That was from my book report.
Yes, it is.
As I said magical.
[Chuckles softly.]
Hey.
Hey, hey.
Look.
We did it.
- Check it out.
- What? What did she say? Dr.
Pruitt says that she would love to go on a hike with you.
- A hike? - Yeah.
I thought we asked her out for coffee.
I-I'm not a hiker.
I-I look stupid in shorts.
I don't even have any boots.
This is a disaster.
- You're finally going home, huh? - Yeah.
[Man speaking indistinctly over PA.]
You know what your problem is, Savetti? You're good, but you're always trying to convince everybody you're great.
You know the differences between the two? I don't know.
Brains, talent, courage? Knowing your limits.
There's a fine line between being a cowboy and an idiot.
I see it all the time in the field.
Best soldiers take the biggest risks, but they're also the ones who are wearing their Kevlar vests.
Thanks, I'll keep that in mind next time I'm hanging from a crane.
I'm serious.
You're so close to being great.
Just try to be less stupid.
[Indistinct conversations.]
- Then I'll send the rest in, too.
- Leanne: Hey, Rollie.
- Hey, Leanne.
- [Rollie laughs.]
You couldn't stay away, huh? Well, just here for my last check-up, but I'll be back in a few days.
Doctor's orders.
You look good.
Got your full head of hair.
- Congratulations.
- [Laughs.]
Well, yeah, still a little gray, but appreciate the compliment.
Dr.
Rorish, do you remember me? Ariel? Can I talk to you alone for a second? Yeah, sure.
Are you here with your aunt? No, I actually took a bus.
From Minnesota? From New Mexico.
Yeah, okay.
Right this way.
Who's that? Well, she was a patient.
Her and her father were in a car accident.
He died.
Hmm.
What's she doing here now? I have no idea.