Am I gonna be late again?
No. And starting today,
we're both gonna be on time.
- Who's picking me up?
- Tina's mom.
You'll play there,
and I'll pick you up after dinner.
- I hate Tina.
- Don't say that. She likes you.
No, she doesn't.
Her mom's just doing you a favor.
That's not true.
- I'm sure the bell just rang.
- I hate going in late.
I'm sorry, sweetheart.
This is the last time. I swear.
I can't wait till Mommy gets back.
Have a nice day.
- Can I help you?
- I'm looking for Carla Reece.
- She went home last night.
- Thank you.
What are you doing?
I was just going over
Carla Reece's discharge summary.
- That's confidential.
- Yeah, I know.
Dr. Coburn...
- I'm the child's father.
- She told me.
It's still confidential,
and you know it.
Why did you order
a glucose-tolerance test?
- I won't answer that question.
- Does she have diabetes?
Goodbye, doctor.
Diabetes can cause
heart problems, metabolic problems.
I have a right to know.
If you wanna know what's up with your
child, you should ask the mother.
- I thought I'd find you here.
- Here I am.
It's supposed to be a great weekend.
It'll get up in the s.
- Damn it.
- You're in a good mood.
I was doing fine until
I got my blood-test results.
- My viral load's up to .
- is not significant.
- It is to me. Perfect timing.
- What do you mean?
It's Al's and my anniversary.
Would've been nine years.
Talk about the gift
that keeps on giving.
You had the flu last week.
That's why your viral load went up.
In two weeks, it'll be undetectable.
- Think so?
- Yeah, and I'm the expert.
And we should rechristen
this date in history.
I propose April be the anniversary
of our first weekend getaway.
Keep talking.
How does a suite at Indian Lake
Resort sound?
Great restaurants, massages in the
room. Leave tonight. Back Sunday.
- Sounds nice.
- It will be. I promise.
Hey, stop worrying, okay?
Come on, don't lie.
You did not buy this car.
- Boxster, dude. I'm leasing it.
- How?
To afford it,
you need to make doctor ducats.
- Just call me Dr. Markovic.
- Okay, doc.
- Attending meeting started?
- Anspaugh's looking for you.
Don't bother.
It ended five minutes ago. Cat Woman?
Rachel left it. I should call
the school to make sure they feed her.
- We need to talk.
- Sorry about the meeting.
The Search Committee received your
application for the teaching job...
...along with Kerry Weaver's.
- Wasn't she going for research?
Teaching job's her fallback.
Now, between us,
you're the better candidate.
Kerry's intellect is superior, but she
doesn't have your people skills.
The hitch is, you haven't published.
Kerry has written seven articles.
Two in the Annals.
You have to find an interesting case
and write it up...
...to show the committee
you're not illiterate.
- A case.
- And soon.
I went out on a limb to back you.
Don't make me look like an idiot.
Damn it. Damn it. Damn it!
Carol? What are you doing?
What is this?
You're reading
Harrison's Internal Medicine?
I'm checking the rate of oxygenated
metabolism in hypothyroidism.
- This is important to you?
- It was on the medical-board exam.
I put "above normal."
The answer's "below normal."
Every day I think of another question.
I look it up, and I got it wrong.
- I'm sure you did fine.
- No, Doug.
I've looked up questions,
and I missed them all.
- I did not do fine.
- Okay, you're right.
You do things for people, doctors
don't even think about doing.
This guy in the hall needs a cleanup.
He did a major Code Brown.
You're right. I wipe butts.
And take orders
from -year-old interns.
Whose the jockey on Goosebumps?
Is that turf or dirt?
What's the conditions at the track?
Easy.
Listen, put me down for a double pop,
Goosebumps to win.
You want any action?
I got the lowdown on the miler.
- You a gambler?
- Investor. If I wanna gamble...
...I play the stock market.
This is scientific. What about it?
- No, thanks.
- Your loss. Doc?
- Sure. Put me down for five bucks.
- Five bucks! A high roller.
- You've been vomiting since yesterday?
- I think my cat gave me the flu.
We'll run a few tests.
Let's get an x-ray of his abdomen.
- Can I keep my hat on?
- Sure. Why?
It's my thing. Once I make a bet,
I keep the hat on till the payoff.
Scientific.
Einstein wore brown socks for luck.
Now, who am I to argue with that?
Jeanie, some guy dropped
this off for you.
- Who?
- Your ex-husband, I think.
- When?
- He just left.
- AI.
- Hi. I see you got the flowers.
- What's this about?
- Nothing.
It's our anniversary, and I was
thinking like it says on the card.
- It's inappropriate.
- It's no big deal.
I don't wanna celebrate a marriage
that always was a disaster.
- I didn't mean to upset you.
- Here.
No. Keep them.
Give them to a patient or something.
- Oh, God!
- Blinnder, , acute abdominal pain.
- It's like my stomach's exploding.
- BP over . Pulse .
- I need surgery.
- Draw usual labs, amylase, LFTs.
- Call a Surgical consult.
- Looks like a railroad yard.
- I see you're no stranger to surgery.
- I've had five operations.
- They never find anything.
- All of these for the same problem?
It comes back.
You ever suffer the loss
of sensation in arms and legs?
- Yes. Yes, I do.
- Cancel the surgery.
- Why? What's going on?
- A rare condition called porphyria.
It's often misdiagnosed as surgical,
but it's a metabolic disease.
She had five operations
she didn't need?
This could be perfect
to write up for the journals.
- Let's get a CBC and lytes.
- What's happening?
Don't worry.
We'll get to the bottom of this.
- Excuse me. A little help!
- Malik, get a gurney.
I found her outside Grayson's
Cemetery, sitting there bleeding.
- These your belts?
- All we had for a tourniquet.
- How much blood has she lost?
- Not sure. The car was dark inside.
Let's get her into Trauma.
Take the belts off.
See if she has an arterial bleed.
- No spurting on the side.
- Pulse below the cut?
- Must have used a dull Kn*fe.
- Something ugly's going on.
- Think she swallowed something?
- See any containers? Poisons?
We just scooped and ran. No I.D.
- Go back and check her car.
- Ewald tube and activated charcoal.
We gotta pump her out.
Could you hold her head?
Here it is.
"Unexplained abdominal crisis.
Symptoms include absence of fever."
What's her temp?
- Normal.
- Good. Porphobilinogen in the urine.
Will you write this up
in the Annals?
The New England Journal
and The New York Times.
Who knows how many needless
surgeries are done in such cases?
- "Porphyria: The Hidden Tragedy."
- Absolutely no operation.
- But I want an operation.
- Mrs. Blinnder, you don't understand.
You don't need surgery.
You have porphyria.
No. She is Psych. She enjoys
having surgery done on her.
She's convinced five doctors
to cut her. She likes it.
It's a lie. I do need surgery.
Oh, God. The pain.
- Call Psych. Have them bring the net.
- And cancel The New York Times?
Hey, Carla. It's Peter.
Are you there?
When you get this, give me a call
either at the hospital or home...
...or page me. - , okay?
I hope you get this,
and I hope you call. Bye.
- What is it, Carter?
- I got a -year-old guy...
...with abdominal pain,
no focal tenderness, bowel edema...
...no acute obstruction and a history
of peripheral vascular disease.
- I'd like to get an angiogram.
- Hand it off to Dixon.
- We have to cover the wards.
- I'd rather stick with him.
His temp's up. He's looking gray.
He could get lost in the shuffle.
Stick with him. If he needs surgery,
Anspaugh's on call.
- Heart rate's .
- Get two more atropine.
Get stomach content
to lab for analysis.
- Cops found pill vials in her car.
- What kind?
- TC, ritonavir, AZT.
- She OD'd on her AIDS pills?
There's more. Valium, desipramine,
Prozac and a jar with some mixture...
...smells like Sterno.
- She made sure.
- What's the name?
- Suzanne Alner.
See if she has a chart.
Tube's coming out.
- Washcloth, please.
- Bicarb for that tricyclic...
...Romazicon for the benzos.
Narcan to cover the narcotics.
If she's positive for methanol,
we need to dialyze.
- And the AIDS pills?
- Don't know.
I'll call Greg Fischer.
Why would you want to
hurt yourself like this?
We're talking horses,
to in . seconds.
- ER.
- Yeah, I'll let you drive it.
Jerry, someone from Cryogen Lab
is calling for Dr. Markovic.
Let me call you back.
Hello? Yeah, speaking.
Monday at : would be fine.
- Isn't Cryogen Lab that sperm bank?
- Yeah.
Are you representing yourself
as a doctor trying to sell your sperm?
- Let's keep it down.
- That's reprehensible.
What's in a title? Women pay top
dollar for the seed of a tall man...
...with an IQ of .
- Who took the test for you?
- I took it.
- Your IQ isn't . Mine's only .
Should I apologize
because I'm smarter than you?
What?
I'm gonna get an IQ test from Psych.
If you don't score , I'll blow
the whistle on you Dr. Markovic.
Tech brought these down.
- She's positive for methanol?
- Yes. Dialysis is on the way.
Pumping and charcoal
is all you can do for the HIV pills.
Cops found pictures
of a little girl in her car.
Her daughter?
Pharmacy has her living in a motel.
I called. They say she lived alone.
- She's got a wedding ring.
- Did you find an old chart?
- Kid looks familiar. Last name?
- Patient's last name is Alner.
- Suzanne.
- Where am I?
- In the hospital.
- Oh, no.
- Should we call someone? Husband?
- No.
We found these pictures in your car.
Is she your daughter?
- Where is she?
- I k*lled her.
- How're you feeling, Mr. Bartok?
- Like after my second heart att*ck.
What you're having is a lot like it,
except to your gut.
This artery brings blood
into your small intestines.
- It's completely blocked off.
- Sounds serious.
- It's very serious.
- Can you fix it?
Yeah. We need to get you
into surgery right away.
What if we don't?
- You'll be dead in hours.
- Cripes!
Relax. Chief of staff is on call.
You'll get the best care in Chicago.
Let's take him to Pre-op,
and stat page Dr. Anspaugh.
Where's my phone?
It's around here somewhere.
You shouldn't call your bookie now.
- I want to talk to my daughter.
- Yeah. Sure.
The doctor ordered
a painkiller injection.
- Take your best sh*t.
- Marine?
- Master gunnery sergeant, years.
- This might sting a little.
I think I can handle it.
- Carol, what are you doing?
- You ordered mgs of keterolac.
- He needs it IV.
- You didn't say that.
He's got kidney stones and COPD.
He needs to be hydrated.
- I'll start an IV.
- Sorry, we got to stick you again.
What's another needle.
At Fort Bragg...
...my drill instructor hammered
my air-as*ault wings into my chest.
- Heard about that on the news.
- Sounds awful.
Proudest day of my life. If the
journalists left my corps alone...
Caught me off guard there, cookie.
Peanut butter and jelly.
And a plain doughnut.
- Rachel forgot her lunch.
- Maybe it was on purpose.
- I'm new at this.
- How's it going.
It's great. I love having her around.
We haven't got the routines yet...
...but she seems happy.
- I hear you have a Psych case for me.
- Yeah. Curtain Area .
This lady has
a predilection for operations.
She's had five surgeries,
all completely unnecessary.
- Not Ida Blinnder?
- Is she one of yours?
Total fruitcake.
Did you leave her alone?
- Why?
- When she's rejected from surgery...
...she likes to force the issue.
She eats things: Batteries, pens...
Then they have to be
surgically removed.
Ida, what have you been doing?
Oh, no. Haleh, did you take
all the instruments off this tray?
- This was full when I left.
- Ida, did you swallow anything?
Okay.
- Excuse me, is Dr. Coburn around?
- She's at the clinic.
- Wanna leave a message?
- No. Maybe you can help me.
The ultrasound tape for Carla Reece.
We only keep them a week or so
before they get recycled. Let's see.
You're in luck.
You're a surgeon, right?
Is she a surgical patient?
- How's she doing?
- BP's down. Breathing's labored.
- She's not responding to anything.
- Guess what I found?
The chart on the girl. Katie Alner.
Father: Roger. Mother: Suzanne.
The girl in the picture.
Father brought her in last year
for recurrent ear infection and flu.
- I ran a CD . She had AIDS.
- From her mother?
Yeah. Girl d*ed last month.
AIDS-related pneumonia.
- So that's what she meant.
- So sad.
- Her ex-husband is on his way.
- Soon I hope.
His celiac is sh*t.
White count's , .
- Correct.
- He's had two Mls...
...peripheral vascular disease.
CO- , fever , BP's ?
I thought we should get him
to O.R. Right away.
He's going into shock. We open him up,
he won't get off the table.
- Turf him to ICU.
- Wait. You're not gonna take him?
- He's septic and grossly unstable.
- He's infarcting his bowel.
- He won't get better in the ICU.
- It's his only sh*t.
Doesn't he have a better sh*t
if we operate?
There's nothing we can do for him.
We operate,
all we get is a mortality statistic.
I'm a surgeon,
not an executioner.
Let's go, doc. I'm dying here.
Mr. Bartok, Dr. Anspaugh feels that
you won't survive this surgery.
- What does that mean?
- It means we'll move you to ICU.
- The Intensive Care Unit.
- I don't understand.
You said if I don't get the surgery
right away, I'm through.
- That's true.
- So? What? Are you writing me off?
- Send me to die like some animal?
- I am sorry.
You're sorry.
What the hell is that?
You told me I'd get the best care
in the city, for God's sake!
Should I call transport
to come get him?
You gave me your word.
No, keep him here. Give him dopamine.
micrograms per minute.
Let me have that.
I'll be right back.
- Holy cow!
- Sorry.
- Mother!
- Damn it! I'm sorry.
- What are you doing?
- Blood gas, but he's a hard stick.
- I take that as a compliment.
- I'll get an attending.
No, I got it.
Kerry, you should help Doyle.
She's using a patient as a pincushion.
- Judas Priest!
- Sorry.
- Gotta learn sometime.
- Why can't nurses do blood gases?
As if we wouldn't do
a better job than her.
- Sounds like she's got it.
- Holy Shih Tzu!
I'd say his chances of surviving
an anastomosis is slim to none.
His collaterals
may still be profusing his bowel.
- I doubt it.
- His BP is up.
- He's not a good risk.
- Dr. Hicks.
Mr. Bartok knows he might not wake up.
He wants everything done...
...and I think we should
at least try to save his life.
If we get in and out quickly,
then maybe.
- That's all he wants.
- All right, let's take him.
- Good news. You're going to Surgery.
- Thanks.
My pen.
I was wondering where I left it.
Scissors, tweezers.
She should be in the circus.
It's all in her stomach. With a rat's
tooth and a scope, I can grab it.
Looks like she's back
to being an ER case.
"Woman Swallows Medical Instruments."
The journals would love this.
- Didn't know you were into publishing.
- The fast track. Publish or perish.
- She's throwing PVCs.
- Tricyclics, they're cardiotoxic.
- Whose talking?
- My name is Jeanie.
- Where are you?
- Can't you see me?
No.
You're experiencing blindness
because of the methanol you ingested.
- Papilledema?
- Yeah.
- Suzanne?
- Yeah?
- Roger is on his way.
- My Roger?
Yeah.
No. God.
What will they say?
I don't know.
Is there anything you wanna tell him?
That I'm sorry.
Then that's what you should say.
- Dr. Ross.
- Jerry! It's a test, not a survey.
Doug, got a minute?
These kids were going to the prom
when she had a gallstone att*ck.
- No big deal. I've had them for years.
- Starting early. It's barely : .
We had a pre-prom party.
Betsy's folks are out of town.
- Why would you tell him that?
- He's a doctor.
- I just need antibiotics.
- Let me check you out first.
- Let's go to Exam .
- Now let me do the talking.
- Excuse me, Mr. Alner?
- Yes.
- Do you want to see her?
- I can see her.
- She's dying.
- Yes.
- Is she in pain?
- Some.
Good.
She cheated on me.
Got herself infected with AIDS,
and gave it to our baby.
I've been waiting for this
for a long time.
Retract the omentum.
Let's see what we've got.
- Is that gangrene?
- From the proximal jejunum...
...to the transverse colon. If we go
forward, we'll be here for hours.
- He won't have any small bowel left.
- I think it's worth a sh*t.
What is it, Carter?
He owes you money?
All right, let's go. Hemostat and
a couple of Scudders for the bowel.
- What's going on in here?
- What's the problem?
I rejected this patient
as a poor surgical risk.
- Didn't Carter tell you that?
- No, he didn't.
I got a -year jump on you.
You trying to outflank me?
What makes you think
your judgment is superior to mine?
- I don't. I thought the patient...
- This has nothing to do with him!
In the practice of medicine,
interns do not make end runs...
...on the chief of staff! I want you
in my office at : sharp...
...to discuss your future as
a surgeon. If you have any hope...
...of continuing in this program,
you'll explain your actions...
...with the appropriate degree
of contrition and respect...
...and the assurance that nothing
like this will ever happen again.
- Dr. Hicks.
- Scrub out, Carter.
- Sign so we can get back our property.
- No! I want surgery.
Have you ever had
an endoscopy before?
I don't think you know
what you're missing.
Endoscopy is an extremely traumatic
and invasive procedure.
I have to stick this tube
with a camera down your throat...
...root around and grab
the items you've swallowed...
...and yank them up to your gullet.
The best thing is,
you'll be conscious the whole time.
- You mean, I can watch?
- In living color.
They called from Rachel's school.
You need to pick her up now.
- Someone else was supposed to.
- They didn't.
- You wanna talk to them?
- No. I'II...
Tell them I'm on my way.
I'll be back in minutes.
Don't leave her alone.
And don't let anybody else
do the endoscopy.
- Whose your wife's doctor?
- Janet Coburn.
- Why are you here?
- You're the expert on fetal anomalies.
Since Carla has diabetes,
I wanted you to take a look.
I can tell you right now,
he looks fine.
- No cardiac abnormalities?
- No.
- Macrosomia?
- No. How's Janet managing your wife?
- Through diet or insulin injections?
- I'm not sure.
You don't know
how your wife's being managed?
- Actually, we're not married.
- But you talk to her, one would hope.
- Well, we had a little falling out.
- I see.
I don't know you...
...and I'm getting the feeling
I'm doing something I shouldn't be.
And I'm starting to resent it.
Bad news. Your gallbladder's
gotta come out right away.
- First thing tomorrow?
- Right away.
- I paid $ for that dress.
- Sorry. You're in real trouble here.
- Listen to him, Bets.
- Shut up, Jeffrey.
- I'll come back right after the prom.
- No, you'll get septic and die...
...by the end of the night.
- I'll risk it.
- Give me antibiotics.
- You're going to Surgery.
Oh, no. I'm . I know my rights.
I'm walking out of here, and you
can't do squat. Jeffrey, my dress.
- You'll be back by ?
- They crown the king and queen at .
- : then.
- I could leave at : .
- Where's the prom?
- The Drake.
- That's halfway across town. : .
- Forget it. Jeffrey, zip me.
Let's go.
Hang on. Wait. I've got an idea.
- Mr. Greene.
- Hi. Sorry about the mix-up.
- It happens.
- Where's Rach?
In the library. Got a minute?
I'd like to talk to you.
- Sure.
- I just wanna know if there's...
...anything you need to be careful
about with Rachel these days.
- Restricted physical activities, diet?
- Why?
- Because of her leukemia.
- Rachel doesn't have leukemia.
- Where did you get that?
- Rachel.
She told some classmates
she's sick and not expected to live.
Why would she say
something like that?
She's been having problems socially.
You heard about the fight?
It was with one of
the more popular girls.
Since then,
she's been playing by herself.
Feigning an illness I'm sure
was just a way to get attention.
- Hey, Rach. Ready to go?
- Are we going home?
- I wish. Gotta go to the hospital.
- You can do your math homework.
- Big whoop!
- That's no way to talk to her.
- We'll see you tomorrow.
- Say goodbye.
- Bye.
- Bye-bye.
- What's the story?
- Keeled over while playing cards.
Must have gotten a bad hand.
One, two, three.
- BP's over , heart rate's .
- You didn't start an IV?
- Blew two on the ride. Veins are sh*t.
- Try a stick on the hand.
- I'm hearing rales.
- -plus pitting edema.
- He's got congestive heart failure.
- Prep Lasix and dopamine.
We need to get the fluid off
his lungs. How's that IV coming?
- Forget it. His skin's like paper.
- I'll do a central line. I need a kit.
- Any Attending around?
- Greene left and Weaver's in Radiology.
- Betadine, please.
- Page Weaver and call Surgery.
- We need help with the central line.
- Cancel that. I've got it.
Give me an French.
- Surgeons put in lines all the time.
- I said I got it.
- BP's down to .
- Standing by with dopamine.
- How long is it gonna be?
- Wanna help? Grab him a pillow.
I'm calling Surgery.
Line's in. Run the dopamine,
in . Titrate the BP to .
Hold the Lasix
until his pressure is back.
The ambulance takes you to the dance
and picks you up at : .
- Take that.
- : .
: . No dancing around, keep that
IV in, nothing too wild. All right?
- Don't worry.
- And for her:
No food, alcohol or smoking.
Make sure she's back by : .
- Not a minute later.
- You can count on me.
Bye. Have fun. Be good.
Close the door.
I have never seen
as devious, underhanded...
...and self-destructive
a maneuver as you pulled.
What the hell were you thinking?
I thought the patient
deserved a chance.
I questioned his assessment that
the patient wasn't fit for surgery.
If I were a patient,
I would like a second opinion.
You led me to believe
that mine was the only opinion.
If I'd known,
it's unlikely I would've proceeded.
And not without consulting
Dr. Anspaugh first.
Before we decide whether or not
to terminate your Residency...
...do you have anything to say?
- Yes.
I apologize...
...for not being more forceful in
making my case when we spoke.
And to you for not telling
about Anspaugh's assessment.
I still believe we owed this patient
a chance in saving his life.
- I'm glad we gave it to him.
- Anything else?
- I have a question.
- What?
Did Mr. Bartok survive the surgery?
Yes, he did.
Labs are back.
BUN is . Creatine is . .
- He's a renal failure.
- Anyone page Weaver?
- I did.
- BP's .
We gotta increase his output.
Prep some Vasotec.
- Ace inhibitors to a renal failure?
- Gotta get his heart pumping.
- Give him . .
- It'll shut his kidneys down.
Improving cardiac output will help
his renal failure. Give the Vasotec.
- Here are the contraindications.
- I can read.
- We must get it pumping.
- It's a mistake.
- Load the Vasotec.
- What's going on?
He's in congestive heart
and renal failure. BP's crashing.
I've ordered . of Vasotec, but I
can't convince the nurses to do it.
- Give him Vasotec to start his heart.
- What about his kidneys?
Gotta get the heart going first.
Where is she? Why didn't you tell me?
- Still hanging on?
- She's delirious.
From organophosphates, methanol,
tricyclics. Take your pick.
- BP's falling. She's shocky.
- Better get Kerry.
Looks like impending respiratory
failure. You may need to intubate.
Roger, is that you?
She's blind from the methanol.
- Roger, I'm sorry.
- She thinks you're her husband.
Roger, I'm sorry. Forgive me.
- Roger's not here.
- Please forgive me, Roger.
Please. Please, Roger.
Please forgive me.
- Just say it.
- What?
- Tell her you forgive her.
- Please. Please.
- It's not my place to do that.
- Just say it. Greg, say it.
- Just say it.
- Please.
- It's okay.
- What's her rate?
- One-forty.
- Let's tube her.
Roger!
Hold her.
- Hold her.
- It's okay, sweetheart.
It's okay, sweetheart. It's okay.
Since the test was multiple choice
with a possible five answers...
...you could guess randomly
and score percent. You got .
- Your days as a sperm donor are over.
- But I was nervous.
- I don't perform under pressure.
- You wanna call, or should I?
- Kerry, I'm back on.
- Hey, Rachel.
Mark.
Mrs. Blinnder was complaining
of abdominal pains.
I had to scope out her stomach.
I believe this is yours.
Thank you.
I thought we could coauthor an
article and send it to the journals.
I've even got a title:
"The Woman Who Ate the ER."
Great.
, , , , ...
- What's your problem? The attitude.
- Excuse me?
- What do you mean?
- You second-guess me.
- What is going on?
- Nothing's going on.
Don't ever disregard my orders
like you did in that trauma.
I may be younger, but I am the doctor...
...and you are the nurse.
Keep that straight.
Sweetheart, you gotta do your
homework before you watch TV.
- I don't wanna.
- Those are the rules.
- Can you help me?
- I gotta help some sick people.
You're always taking
care of sick people.
Rach.
Mrs. Hilderbrand said you told
friends you were sick. Is that true?
- They're not my friends.
- You want them to be nice to you?
Quality Assurance would like you
to finish these charts by .
Just leave them.
People won't like you
because you're sick.
You help people who are sick.
You don't have to be sick
for me to love you.
I love you more than anything
in the world. You know that.
- Dr. Anspaugh is on the phone.
- I'll call him back.
- No, wait. I gotta take this.
- Please, Daddy!
Rachel, I have to do this, okay?
We'll talk more when we get home.
I'm sorry. I wasn't comfortable
pretending to be her husband.
You don't have to apologize.
It's getting late. If you're still up
for the lake, we have to leave soon.
- I don't think so.
- Because of what happened with her?
No. I don't know.
- I guess I'm not ready.
- Okay.
No problem. Lf...
Call me if you wanna
get together this weekend.
- How did it go?
- Not bad.
We removed most
of your small intestine.
You won't be able
to eat salt food again.
- Can I drink?
- Yeah, actually.
- Smoke?
- Lf you must.
I'll be fine.
Your daughter is flying in tonight.
- Goosebumps.
- You want me to get you a blanket?
Goosebumps, our horse.
How did she do?
Oh, I don't know.
Never mind.
- Would you call the morgue?
- I already did.
- Who put those here?
- I did. I found them in the trash.
Yes, this is Dr. McGrath speaking.
- Tuesday at would be splendid.
- Go for it, dude.
- Who's there?
- Hey, it's me. Peter.
- Peter who?
- Very funny, Carla.
What do you want, Peter?
- I wanna know how you're both doing.
- We're fine. See you.
Carla!
I know things haven't
been right between us.
But I'm here,
and I'm trying to do the right thing.
I wanna support you through this.
I wanna be a father to my kid.
Carla. Excuse me,
could you hold that door, please?
Thank you.
Come by Saturday morning. I could
use some help around the house.
All right, I'll be here.
- Hey.
- Hey. You know what I hate?
- Maggie Doyle?
- No, not her. Just that she's right.
- She's younger than me.
- Yes, you're right. She is.
We grew up in the same neighborhood,
and I gotta take orders from her.
- You're very competitive.
- I can't help it.
She got through medical school,
and I can't even get through the door.
- You can get through my door.
- Anything in a bra can do that.
No, I've reformed. Ask anyone.
All right, kids. Right on time.
She wanted to see the Best Dressed
Contest, but I said, "No, Bets.
- Your surgery is more important."
- Good man, Jeff.
Thanks, Dr. Ross.
This was the best night of my life.
Me too.
- I gotta go.
- Good night.
Rach, come on. It's time to go home.
- I'm tired.
- I know. It's late.
- Can you carry me?
- Yeah. Sure. Grab on.
We got a great case,
a guy with Takayasu's arteritis...
...on a dual-chamber pacemaker.
Make a good article.
Tell Kerry to take it.
I'm going home.
Carter, you're on probation,
but you're still in the program.
- Thank you.
- Thank Anspaugh. I wanted you out.
John Carter's not a law unto himself.
I hope you've learned that.
You won't get another chance.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Can I come in?
- Sure, come in.
- I was just finishing dinner. Hungry?
- No, thanks.
So...
...you haven't been here.
What do you think?
Honestly, I'm glad I got the house.
- I'm sorry about this morning.
- You did a nice thing. I was rude.
I'm the one who should apologize.
It's okay.
You don't really think
our marriage was a disaster...
...from start till finish, do you?
We had a good beginning.
- The middle wasn't bad.
- Yeah, we had a pretty good middle.
The end was my fault.
The more I think about it,
I don't blame you for hating me.
I don't hate you.
I don't wanna be angry anymore.
I don't wanna be that kind of person.
I never meant to hurt you.
Hey...
Come on. No tears, okay?
Because I'll start going.
I've missed you.
I miss you.