-Previously on The Resident... -You're making out a will?
I realized I don't have one.
You are not going to die.
You can't promise me that.
Chastain is performing mandatory drug testing
on all doctors today.
Positive.
This hospital-wide drug test.
Did you name my father?
And I didn't break that confidence.
I don't need you to save me.
Baby number one is out.
Baby number two.
The babies are in the NICU if you want to go see them.
I've been taking Oxaprozin for my back.
It causes a false positive.
Kit's asked me to stop taking them.
I'll test again in a week.
Just wanted you to know.
ANNOUNCER: So, how about some weather?
Joanne, you there with our weather today?
I don't hear water running.
(groans)
Those teeth aren't gonna clean themselves.
Giorgiana Grace. Chop-chop. We're gonna be late.
(Gigi coughs)
Gigi?
(Gigi coughs)
Hey.
What's all that hacking up here?
I feel sick.
You're not warm. Tell me what hurts.
I think I have a cold.
(coughs)
Oh, no.
That sounds much worse than a cold.
It sounds like you have Ferris Bueller Syndrome.
What's that?
It is a very rare disease where little boys and girls
fake sick so they don't have to go to school.
Sounds pretty serious to me.
This isn't about school, is it?
Sounds like someone's worried about
their belt ceremony tonight.
I don't want to do tae kwon do anymore.
But you love tae kwon do. And you've worked so hard.
Don't you want to get that cool yellow stripe on your belt?
You only move up if you break the board.
I've seen you do that routine a hundred times.
What's the problem?
And I will be there cheering you on the whole time.
Okay?
I'm sorry, Daddy. I can't do it.
(sighs)
(elevator bell dinging)
Come on.
(inhaling)
Come on.
(elevator bell dings)
♪ ♪
Morning, Tabitha.
Ooh, love the hair. New highlights?
-They are. -Mm.
Funny, my husband didn't even notice.
Sounds like your husband needs to get his eyes checked.
(both chuckling)
Did something happen to your eyes? They're...
black.
Oh. (chuckles) Nothing.
-Annual eye checkup. -Mm.
That's what a few drops of tropicamide will do for you.
Hmm.
My cousin, his eyes used to be dilated like that.
Turns out, he was in withdrawal at the time.
You're not withdrawing from drugs now,
are you, Dr. Sullivan?
(laughs) That's hilarious.
-You're hilarious. -(chuckles)
On that note, though, I-I do have
an important operation that-that demands my attention
this afternoon. I'm--
I'm wondering if we can move
that drug test up to earlier in the day.
Ideally before noon?
Oh, I'm sorry, Dr. Sullivan,
but we outsource those tests to a third party company.
They won't be here until your appointment at 4:00.
That's a shame.
But... I will make sure
they're still here after your surgery.
We will get you tested, Ian, don't you worry.
-Thank you, Tabitha. -Mm-hmm.
21-year-old woman with endocarditis
in the setting of IV opiates.
She's on broad spectrum antibiotics
with stable hemodynamics.
Diana, hi.
I'm Dr. Sullivan. How are you feeling?
My baby.
Have you, have you seen, have you seen her?
Diana gave birth to a baby girl late last night.
What's your daughter's name?
They won't let me see her. Is-is she okay?
Looks like there's a Baby Jane Doe
in the neonatal intensive care unit.
I can pop by and check on her.
It's my fault that she's suffering.
Everybody told me that I would screw her up if I didn't stop.
But I didn't.
We'll get you a list of treatment centers
once you're a little more stable.
My baby needs her mama.
I want to get clean.
I believe you.
But first we need to get this infection under control.
We'll be back to check on you soon.
(sighs)
Uh, let's do another blood culture on Diana.
And run a CBC, ESR, and CRP.
She's just so nice. And sad.
-I feel bad for her. -(sighs) So do I.
But right now there are still drugs in her system.
And once she starts withdrawal, Diana will not be as nice.
You should prepare yourself for that.
My uncle was the same way.
He was a completely different person
when he was trying to stop drinking.
Addiction is a horrible disease.
Sometimes fighting it can look just as ugly as feeding it.
Is this about her nightmares again?
CONRAD: Luckily, the nightmares seem to be a thing
of the past.
Gigi and I have a new challenge now.
She needs some tough love.
-So, can you cover for me? -Don't worry, man, I got you.
You sure you don't mind?
Well, it's either this or I'm washing cloth diapers
to prep for the twins' homecoming.
You're doing me a favor.
(chuckles) All right.
Thanks, man. I owe you.
And tell Gigi I hope she feels better.
-Will do. -Sorry, Daddy.
Did I get you in trouble at work?
No, you didn't.
Uncle Devon's gonna cover for me.
But don't think this means
you're getting out of your belt ceremony.
-But, Daddy... -No buts.
Listen, we are gonna practice
until you can do every single takedown in your sleep.
Capisce?
-Capisce. -All right.
But you don't know tae kwon do.
Well, then you better teach me.
All right? Now let's go.
What do you got for me, Feldman?
34-year-old female with myasthenia gravis.
Her parents brought her to the ED after finding her
at the bottom of their staircase.
Classic muscle weakness. Clearly an MG flare-up.
But what caused the flare is your problem, not mine.
This woman was diagnosed over six years ago.
Myasthenia gravis is chronic,
but she should be in remission by now.
IRVING: No, the treatments never worked.
Her neuromuscular symptoms
worsened to the point that she had to move back in
-with her parents for full-time caretaking. -Hmm.
Well, looks like I've got my work cut out for me.
Yeah, you'll like Marty.
She's a nerd. Like you.
Then we can finally see
if you can still hang with the real doctors.
WOMAN (over P. A.): Attending to vocational counseling...
Hi.
I'm Dr. Pravesh. You must be Marty.
Who is Marty? Why is Marty?
I usually reserve my existential dread
for the end of the day.
-But I think I can make an exception. -(laughs)
I heard you took a little tumble.
I didn't want to ask for help.
When your 70-year-old parents have to get you to the bathroom
every morning, you keep the requests to a minimum.
At least when I'm in the hospital,
they get a break from it all.
Probably a nice break for you, too.
Well, if I could help them out financially,
I might feel a little bit better.
But that's the one universal truth
they don't tell you about.
You can't get a job with a philosophy degree.
Oh, it all makes sense.
You're a truth seeker.
(chuckles)
Too bad the truth doesn't pay, huh?
I'd like to get to the bottom of your myasthenia flare.
So if you don't mind hanging out,
I can admit you and run some tests, okay?
Lucky for both of us, I got nowhere to be.
(chuckles softly) I'll be back.
All right.
The twins look perfect.
Healthy weight, strong heartbeats.
I'd say this family can go home this afternoon.
Ah, you hear that, Padma?
We're finally breaking you guys out of here.
That is music to my ears. Oh.
I'll see you and the boys in a month.
You need anything, you call.
Thank you, Ian.
(baby crying)
Strong lungs on this one.
She have a name?
This is Jane.
Well, that's what we're calling her.
Typical NAS baby. She just...
she can't get comfortable.
Well, I'd be miserable, too,
-if I was withdrawing from drugs. -Yeah.
-May I? -Yes.
(baby crying)
I know it hurts, sweetie. Trust me, I know.
Where's the mother?
Admitted in ICU. Long-term heroin user.
Although "mother" is not the word I would choose.
Neural tube defect.
Has anyone taken Jane for scans?
(echoing): Well, Dr. Lawrence said he would check her out
after he got out of the OR.
Unless you could take a look at her
because I've had a really rough day today,
and I just, I could really use your help.
(baby screaming)
I'll be back for Jane.
There's something I need to take care of.
(retching)
Dr. Sullivan, everything all right in there?
All good, Susan. Out in a sec.
SUSAN: Dr. Voss is out of the office today.
She asked me to remind you about your follow-up
this afternoon, the drug test.
Yeah, of course.
(quietly): Drug test. Who could forget that?
They'll be ready for you in the lab at 4:00.
4:00. Can't wait.
Oh, my God.
Oh... Nine hours.
Nine hours.
Take your test,
then all the pills you want.
Less than a day old, and this little girl
has already been through it all.
Outside of her obvious spinal deformity,
this is what concerns me the most.
Proximity of her neural tissue to the skin.
They're practically touching.
Jane needs surgery, no doubt about that.
Preferably sooner than later.
I can book us an OR for noon, if that works for you.
I-I'd rather do after 4:00.
That gives us time to get an MRI under sedation.
Well, the longer we wait, the more at-risk Jane is
for a catastrophic CNS infection.
Her immune system is way too fragile to fight that.
(breathing unsteadily)
Dr. Sullivan, are you feeling okay?
It's like a sauna in here, don't you think?
(weak laugh)
You know, you're right.
Let's move forward with the surgery.
I-I'll check my schedule. I'll get back to you.
All right, on the count of three
you can open your eyes.
One...
two... (exhales sharply)
three.
Grandmaster Hawkins' dojo is officially open.
In Korea they call it a dojang.
Yeah, well, my apologies to Korea.
And you're not a grandmaster.
We'll see about that. You ready?
-Kamsahamnida. -Kamsahamnida.
Protect yourself.
-Kiai! -Kiai!
Kiai...
Now...
(exhales slowly)
Break the board, young Padawan.
-Kiai! -(groans)
Daddy, are you okay?
(straining): Yeah, I'm fine.
I'll get my nurse's kit.
(Conrad groans)
(sighs)
Artificial urine?
Okay, that's more like it.
(knock on door)
Hey, you're running point on Baby Jane Doe
-in the NICU, right? -I am, yeah. Who-Who's asking?
The mother. She's in my ICU.
I promised I'd give her an update.
How about I come down and talk to her?
Great. Okay.
-See you down there. -All right.
I don't get it.
My, my baby's spinal cord is outside of her body?
Not exactly.
Uh, a neural tube defect occurs
when the fetus doesn't get
enough folic acid during pregnancy.
And when this happens,
the-the lower part of the spine can't grow properly.
-Folic acid? What is that? -Mm.
No one told me anything about any vitamins.
Well, you know what, they might have
if you'd shown up for a single prenatal appointment.
What's important is that Dr. Sullivan is going to
repair the sac of fluid on your daughter's back.
IAN: Mm-hmm.
And me and my baby can go home?
We will talk timelines once both of you
are back on your feet.
What you should have told her is that no doctor
in their right mind would send a child home
with an active heroin addict.
And who would that help?
Diana is suffering, too.
She knows she hurt her daughter.
Oh, does she? I heard she was out in the parking lot
shooting up before she came in to deliver.
And I'm horrified by that, but both mom and daughter are here
because they had virtually no access to prenatal care.
She was set up to fail from the start.
I don't think she is in there beating herself up
over what happens, and if you think she is,
you have no idea how addiction works.
(sighs)
Ever since Bell left for Minnesota,
I feel like I've been coasting.
No other surgeon has let me cut.
I really need a challenge.
You've got this, babe.
That blood panel has really got your attention.
Should I be jealous?
I'm sorry.
None of this makes any sense.
Marty's in her mid-30s.
There's no reason her disease should have progressed
to need full-time caretaking.
A lot of myasthenia patients respond to plasma transfusions.
Except she's receiving plasma every six months.
It helps until it doesn't, as does prednisone,
azathioprine, mycophenolate, rituximab.
(sighs)
Unless... the reason none of her treatments have worked
is... is because we're treating the wrong thing.
And by the way, if you want to cut again,
try working with Nolan.
Okay.
I have to go.
Marty, I think it's time we take a step back.
Reassess the basis of why you're here.
-Now who's the existential one? -What I mean is,
have you ever considered that your original diagnosis
could be flawed?
What, like I don't have myasthenia?
On paper you fit all of the criteria
for myasthenia gravis.
Wait, if I don't have it, then what's wrong with me?
I have no idea.
I'm sorry, Marty, I...
I don't mean to overwhelm you.
I've just always been someone who questions everything.
Whether there's a God
or if time is an illusion or...
But I never once thought to question my diagnosis.
You want answers, and I want to give them to you.
This means we have to run a few more tests.
All right. Let's do it.
Let's get security on standby.
That is my baby in there.
You cannot take her from me.
I understand this is upsetting, but we have to do
what's best for Jane.
You think going to a foster home is better than
her own mother?!
-She needs me. -We'll make sure
-CPS finds her a safe home. -No.
This isn't permanent, okay?
You can still make this right.
It hurts.
It all hurts!
I know. I know, Diana,
but you can still get clean. Okay?
-(monitors beeping rapidly) -Diana?
What's going on?
She's in shock. Likely sepsis from the endocarditis.
I need a norepi drip
and an intubation kit in here now.
Is she gonna be okay?
Diana has a lot to make up for.
We're not giving up on her just yet.
Pupils are reactive. That's a good sign.
BP is still low. The pressors aren't enough.
Hand me that ultrasound.
What is it?
Diana has a splenomegaly.
Why would her spleen be enlarged?
It's hard to say for sure,
so we need to get her to Imaging to confirm.
We can't move her like this. She-she could crash again.
She will eventually if we don't get a clearer picture
of what's going on.
Page Dr. Devi and tell her to meet us in CT.
-(machine chimes) -Scans are up.
Well, the refractory fever makes more sense.
I don't think I've ever seen a spleen with so many abscesses.
The bacteria from her heart has metastasized into clots,
moving from one organ to the next.
A splenectomy might be her only option.
-Will she even survive a surgery? -Maybe.
Maybe not.
Looking at these scans,
I doubt she'll survive without it either.
-She's your patient. -(Cade sighs)
What do you want to do?
You're right. Let's do the surgery.
Thank you.
Hey.
Can you spare a second to pick your brain?
-Shoot. -My patient, she's 34
and diagnosed with myasthenia gravis years ago.
That's a rough one.
But at least the prognosis is decent.
Except hers isn't, which is why I questioned
if she was misdiagnosed.
Okay, I hear you.
Have you tested her yourself?
Blood test, edrophonium test.
All point back to myasthenia.
None explain why her muscle weakness
isn't responding to treatment.
Well, maybe the weakness isn't coming from her muscles at all.
If that's true, an electromyography could confirm.
An EMG will tell you if your patient's weakness
is coming from her muscles or her nerve cells.
If it turns out to be a muscle issue,
then she most likely has myasthenia gravis.
But if the EMG proves the nerve cells are responsible,
there's no way she has myasthenia.
An EMG is an incredibly invasive procedure.
Not to mention excruciatingly painful.
Yes, but if the result is what I think it is,
we could potentially cure her symptoms.
You know, Devon, some people
just don't respond to treatment.
We never know why.
Are you sure this is more than a hunch?
My patient wants answers.
She'll do whatever it takes to get them, and so will I.
So, can you do it?
I just hope, for your patient's sake,
this is worth it.
(phone chimes)
Are you waiting on Postmates, too?
Yep. Should be here any minute.
Hope it's not one of those ghost kitchens.
I've had my fair share of pad thai that never showed up.
Yeah, that-that won't be a problem.
(phone chimes)
(chiming)
You got to be kidding me.
IRVING: Yeah, ghost kitchen strikes again.
All right, this is gonna hurt,
but then the worst part will be over.
(gasps)
Why is Billie doing an EMG on our patient?
You mean my patient, and this is the only way
to pinpoint where Marty's weakness is coming from.
We know where her weakness is from.
She has myasthenia gravis.
I'm not so sure about that.
-My gut is telling me something else is going on. -Hold up.
You're saying dozens of neurologists
who've all diagnosed Marty with myasthenia are wrong,
all because you have a Spidey-sense?
I'm sure those doctors made the best diagnoses they could
with the information they had,
but the inefficacies of the treatments...
This isn't about the treatments, Pravesh.
This is about you treating a patient
like one of your little science experiments.
Look, I know you don't think I'm a real doctor anymore,
but I am actually trying to help my patient.
Does that look like it's helping, Devon?
If you ask me, all your clinical trials
have desensitized you to what real harm looks like.
That right there. That's it.
(pained gasping)
Let's check that balance, check that balance. Here we go.
Okay, we go one, one. And two, two.
That'd be three. Okay.
Four! Four! Kick.
Okay, here we go. (exhaling sharply)
-Kiai. Kiai. -Gigi.
♪ Why you gotta be always talking in my face ♪
-♪ Talking in my face? ♪ -Here we go. One. -Kiai!
Again. One. One. Come on, right here.
Ah! One more, one more.
Ah, oh, God, you got me.
Oh, God, you got me. You got me.
-Kiai! Kiai! -Oh, God.
Oh, so strong. I'll fight back.
-I'm gonna fight back. -Kiai! Kiai!
-I'm gonna fight back. -Kiai!
(phone ringing and buzzing)
Yeah, time-out, time-out.
Phone call.
(grunts)
Hurry back, Dad.
We have more pummeling to do!
Oh, boy.
So, what, you gonna leave Chastain
and become a karate instructor?
Tae kwon do, technically.
Turns out it's harder than it looks.
Gigi did that to you?
GIGI: It wasn't my fault.
The popsicle-stick splint says otherwise.
How are things going over there?
(sighs) How much time do you have?
Talk to me.
I have this patient who I thought for sure
was misdiagnosed with myasthenia gravis...
so I did an EMG.
Okay. What did it tell you?
Nothing. It only reconfirmed
her original diagnosis.
You know, I keep asking myself where the line is.
How far do I push before what I thought
was helping is actually harming someone?
Trust your instincts. What's your gut say?
(exhales)
That I got to keep digging.
Then you have your answer. I should probably go.
I've got time for about six more kicks to the chest
before Gigi's ceremony tonight.
Wait, hold on. Say that again.
Say what?
That I got about six more kicks to the chest
before Gigi's ceremony?
Keep digging, my friend. I got to go.
Dr. Pravesh, I know I said I wanted answers,
but I'm not sure how much more of this I can take.
I know, Marty. This'll be the last thing.
I promise. It'll be painless.
I'll be back.
Listen, I'm sorry I came on so strong,
but I won't apologize for what I said.
Neither will I.
I want to hear you out, Devon.
So tell me, what exactly is it you expect to find?
That.
You're kidding, right?
You know if you do a full body scan of anyone,
you're gonna find something somewhere.
It's an incidentaloma. It doesn't prove anything.
Not yet. But a biopsy will confirm
that Marty has lung cancer.
Years ago, a trial was conducted
to study a small-cell lung cancer
that was known to mimic neuromuscular symptoms.
All right, so you're saying
it could imitate myasthenia gravis.
It's nearly indistinguishable.
But it wouldn't respond to myasthenia treatment
because it's not a neuromuscular disease at all.
IRVING: Well, I'll be damned.
Looks like you're still a real doctor after all.
(breathing erratically)
(door opens)
JESSICA: Oh, there you are.
Dr. Sutton's looking for you.
You don't look good, Dr. Sullivan.
Yeah, just a little heartburn. I-I must have eaten too fast.
Okay, well, why don't you sit down?
-You know, I can't, I got to get going. I'm good. -I can help you.
-Okay. -Thank you. Thank you.
Stay here. I'll get you some water.
Everything's fine.
(door opens)
They're taking Jane to the OR.
-We have to go now. -Why? What happened?
She's showing signs of encephalitis.
It's now or never.
All right, 3:55. I need ten minutes
I'll meet you there.
We don't have ten minutes, Ian, you know that.
Okay, five minutes. Start without me.
I have an appointment for Ian Sullivan, 4:00 p. m.
Our technician is stuck in traffic,
so we're running a little late.
He's not here? No, that's not possible.
I have a 4:00 p.m. It's 4:00 now.
I'm sorry for the delay, but if you just take a seat...
No, I'm not taking a seat.
I've been waiting all day for the damn test.
I have a newborn, a little girl waiting for me right now.
Can we please do the test?
You can fill this out while you wait.
Will Dr. Sullivan be joining us?
(sighs)
Okay, let's do this, please.
-Just a few more minutes, sir. -I just need to pee in a cup.
What could possibly take so long?!
Just a few more minutes.
(phone chimes)
Oh, screw this.
JESSICA: Jane's vitals are starting to dip.
-Should we wait, or... -No.
Let's get started.
Scalpel to me.
(door opens)
Dad, we need to talk.
I can't right now, dear, I've got to get going.
Earlier with a patient, you were having trouble.
You were forgetting things. And it's been weighing on me.
I've got surgery now, Cade. I can't do this right now. Okay?
I don't think you should be operating.
This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you
about the Oxaprozin. Anything I do now
is gonna be under your little microscope.
Well, can you really blame me.
-I am worried about you. -Do not patronize me!
Is that why you came in here?
Comb through all my past. Okay, fine, let's to that, then.
Okay, you're being irrational. Just calm down.
Do you want me to admit it?
I was a terrible father?
That's what you tell all your friends, right? I...
You tell them I was a deadbeat.
-You had to raise yourself, right? -No, that's not fair.
-I-I never meant that you... -You know, Cade,
sometimes you are not the victim.
Sometimes you are the problem.
You make everyone around you feel like a failure,
Miss High and Mighty.
Do you have any idea
what having a daughter like that does to a man?
I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment to you, Ian.
(door closes)
(sighs)
-(bottle clinks into drawer) -(drawer slams shut)
-(rhythmic beeping) -And that concludes time-out.
Does anyone have any questions before we begin?
Unrelated, but does anybody have a bidet that they can recommend?
Dr. Nolan, we are ready to proceed with the splenectomy.
Splenect-away, Dr. Devi.
If you screw up, I'll scrub in.
Just do me a favor and don't
splat yourself all over the pavement.
Looks like you're flying solo today, Dr. Devi.
Scalpel.
Oh. About time. (sighs)
(echoing): Where the hell have you been?
(water running)
(buzzing)
Vitals are dropping. Should we push more epinephrine?
BILLIE: Look, I don't know what is going on with you, Ian,
but pull it together.
Jane needs you.
(echoing): Ian!
(vitals monitor beeps)
-Fever's spiking. -LEELA: Sepsis is worsening.
We have to move fast. Clamps to me.
-(alarms sounding) -Diana's going into A-fib.
You hear those alarms, Devi? You tried, and you failed.
-I am scrubbing in. -LEELA: This was always a risk.
Let me get her heart rate under control.
She's too sick. Stop the surgery, cardiovert now.
The only way through is to do the surgery. Stapler to me, now.
If you do not get her rate down, she is going to...
She's going to make it.
Heart rate and temperature normalizing.
Great work, Dr. Devi.
LEELA: See? You can get back
to your bidet now.
With pleasure.
(sighs)
All right, carry your incision down into the meningeal sac.
That's it. Mobilize the nerve roots.
JESSICA: Dr. Sullivan, this is your specialty.
Dr. Sutton can handle it.
Okay, now use your sutures.
Delicately fold the neural placode into the spine.
I know my way around a spine, but not one this small.
Jessica's right. You should take over.
-You're doing fine. Just keep going. -BILLIE: I will.
But if Jane dies on this table, it's on you.
Okay. 7-0 Prolene to me, please.
Better late than never, I suppose.
See if you can get me some exposure here.
Retract the skin edges, please.
(rhythmic beeping)
All right.
-You see that little guy? -BILLIE: Mm-hmm.
-The filum terminale? -It tethers the spine,
as you know, but now we need to cut it, okay?
Place back in the nerves
and then close the dura and the fascia.
You with me, Sutton?
Lead the way.
Ah.
It's official. You don't have myasthenia gravis.
But I have cancer.
Yes. A paraneoplastic syndrome called Lambert-Eaton.
It explains why your neuromuscular symptoms
were worsening with the myasthenia treatment.
Look, I know cancer is never good news.
But now that we know what we're dealing with, we can fight it.
And we happen to have excellent weapons
against this particular type.
I'm not going to lie to you, Marty. It's a long road ahead.
But if we stay the path, in a few years, there's a chance
that you can gain some of your independence back.
You mean, I could move out of my parents' house?
Take care of them for a change?
The point is, you've had the wrong treatment
for the wrong problem,
and it was only going to get worse.
Now there's hope.
(sniffles)
Thank you.
(sobs softly)
(sniffles, laughs)
Your training is complete, young Padawan.
You ready to get that yellow stripe?
In class last week,
I couldn't break the board.
And some of the kids laughed at me.
That's not very nice.
We all fail sometimes. That's how we learn.
But you never fail at anything, Daddy.
Oh, yes, I do.
All the time. I just...
I just don't give up.
Remember when you thought you'd never sleep in this bed again?
Because of all the nightmares?
I remember. It was scary.
Yeah, but now you sleep by yourself every night.
Because you were brave enough to try again.
It doesn't matter if you break some stupid board.
What matters is that you keep trying.
-Capisce? -Capisce.
(babies crying in distance)
Jane will be okay.
But that could've ended very badly.
Thanks for holding down the fort.
I shouldn't have had to.
What happened back there, Ian?
Well, long story short,
I was sick and now I'm not.
Well, someday, I want the long story.
Because that can never happen again.
It won't.
I assure you.
Dr. Sullivan, they're waiting for you in the lab.
Of course. Be right there.
See you tomorrow.
PATIENT: Excuse me?
Are you a doctor?
The nurse said they were taking me for an MRI two hours ago.
I'll see what I can find out.
Tell me... (clears throat)
Mr... Sanchez.
Any history of liver disease?
Kidney problems?
-Any drug use? -No.
Definitely not.
Great.
Ah. Your urinal's full.
Here, you know what?
Let me help you there.
ADMINISTRATOR: That's everything.
Enjoy the rest of your evening, Dr. Sullivan.
Oh, I certainly will.
Where am I?
CADE: You're in the hospital, Diana.
You had your spleen removed.
But you should be feeling better soon.
Don't touch me!
Where's my bag?
Did someone take it?
They seized it when you were admitted, remember?
I need my bag.
I want to... I want out of here.
Your daughter's out of surgery.
She's recovering now.
Did you hear me? I want to go home.
You're in withdrawal.
You have a long road to getting clean.
And until you are, you won't be getting Jane back.
That's bull.
A baby needs her mom.
Not if her mother continues abusing drugs.
And trust me,
I know what that looks like.
At every soccer game or piano recital,
Jane will look out into the crowd.
and see every parent there but hers.
And she'll hate herself for it.
She'll spend the rest of her life wondering why her mother
chose a fix over a relationship with her daughter.
-Get out. -She'll have a hard time trusting people,
making friends, falling in love.
Because how could she believe anyone could love her
if her own mother doesn't?
I'm begging you, don't do that to Jane.
-She doesn't deserve it. -Evelyn.
That's her name.
Get some sleep.
(sighs)
♪ ♪
(chuckles)
(keys jangling)
("Wake Up!" By Purple Disco Machine and Bosq playing)
(pops)
(chuckles softly)
Champagne?
What's the occasion?
Well, let's see.
Padma and the twins are in the new condo,
safe and sound with AJ.
Which means it's just the two of us tonight.
I like it.
And although karma did come for my neck
when I stupidly asked the universe for a challenge,
I rose to the occasion
and I successfully completed my first solo surgery.
No way.
That's amazing, Leela.
Cheers to that.
So how'd it go with your patient?
Just uncovered a six-year-long misdiagnosis
and started her on a treatment to cure her cancer.
So, no biggie.
Wow.
I think we're becoming a power couple.
♪ ♪
♪ Wake up from your slumber ♪
-♪ E dide ♪ -(speaking Korean)
♪ Wake up from you slumber ♪
♪ E dide ♪
♪ Ile ti mo ♪
♪ Ise ti ya ♪
♪ Ile ti mo ♪
-♪ Ise ti ya ♪ -(shouting)
-♪ Ile ti mo, ise ti ya ♪ -Jab. Straight.
-Kick. -(shouting) -♪ Ile ti mo ♪
Bow.
♪ Gbe'ese, oya ♪
-♪ Oya o ♪ -Good job. Have a seat.
-Gigi, stay where you are. -♪ Gbe'ese, oya, oya o ♪
♪ ♪
Bow.
♪ Wake up ♪
(mouthing)
Hit!
(shouts)
♪ Gbe'ese, oya ♪
♪ Oya o ♪
♪ Gbe'ese, oya ♪
♪ Oya o ♪
♪ Gbe'ese, oya ♪
♪ Oya o ♪
♪ Gbe'ese, oya ♪
♪ Oya o ♪
♪ Gbe'ese, oya ♪
♪ Oya o ♪
♪ Gbe'ese, oya ♪
♪ Oya o ♪
♪ ♪
(speaking Korean)
(responding in unison)
Great job! Great job!
♪ ♪
Yeah!
-Great job! -Gigi!
(Conrad whoops)
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