- I can handle myself around sexy, charming doctor.
- I know, I know. I'm just kidding.
both: You don't fuck your sources.
- Hannah's gone. She just kept getting worse.
- Hey, how's that piece coming along?
- It's not. It's supposed to be hopeful.
- What about him?
Shift the focus to him, you know?
- It could cost me my job, my reputation,
but I think it's worth the risk.
- May I ask, is there anything in particular
that is concerning you? - Oh, no, not at all.
I have complete faith in your research, Doctor,
as well as my own.
Maybe we can build something together
that will make it all worthwhile.
- I think we can.
- But we need more patients.
- Then let's find more patients.
[dramatic music]
[monitor beeping rapidly]
* *
[no audio]
* *
- I was raised to believe that if you have a chance,
even one, you should take it.
- These are the brave patients who are stepping up
in the name of science,
and he is the daring doctor
who is determined to give them that chance.
- I think Hannah...
[person speaking Korean]
[person speaking Italian]
All I need is to-- to help my patients.
And even in the face of failure,
we should keep hope alive.
[cheers and applause]
- Thank you. [cheers and applause continue]
Thank you all so much for coming tonight.
It really means a lot.
Um...
[sighs] I think a speech is in order.
And since our protagonist is in the house,
Dr. Macchiarini, do you want to come say a few words?
Come on!
Come on.
[cheers and applause]
- You must be tired of listening to me already.
Um, "A Leap of Faith" is about the patients other doctors
have given up on,
patients like Hannah Warren.
Her memory is the reason
why I will never, ever, ever give up this work.
She is with me.
She's always with me. She's with us.
She is this beautiful angel on my shoulder.
So many people think that...
when you're exposed to death and suffering every day,
you become immune.
But it's quite the opposite.
Every time I lose a patient, my heart breaks into pieces.
But luckily,
I met someone who was able to take those pieces
and put them back together.
And on Christmas night,
when I bent my knee, she said yes.
all: Aw. [light laughter]
- And, Benita, I have to tell you,
the title of this special is so fitting,
especially because it brought us together--
you and me.
You made me whole again, Benita.
You have given me the strength to continue to give hope
to those who need hope
and to continue to try to save those who can be saved.
And I thank you for that.
And I love you.
* *
To "A Leap of Faith," and to you, my love.
* *
[laughs]
- Welcome to the family. - Thank you. Thank you.
[indistinct chatter]
- Kim, can I talk to you?
[indistinct chatter continues] - Thank you so much.
* *
- Thank you. Ah.
- Kim! Come on.
Wait a second. That is not how I wanted you to find out.
- How exactly did you want me to find out?
- I don't know. I don't know, but not like that.
- Yeah, seems like you've really thought
this all through.
And I knew it! I knew there was something.
You've been MIA. You've been evasive.
I haven't seen Lizzi in forever.
I should have just--
I feel so fucking stupid. - Okay.
I don't want you to think that--
- I already think it.
You are a mentor to half those kids at 30 Rock.
They look up to you.
God damn it, Benita.
What the hell were you thinking?
I never would have thought it, not you, ever.
- Okay, I get it. I get that you're pissed.
Believe me, I've kicked the shit
out of myself about it, too.
I tried to deny it.
I tried so hard to stay away, but then I just thought, why?
Why should I?
- Because you don't cross those lines!
You don't make those mistakes!
- It wasn't a mistake, Kim. I'm telling you.
It's not like I was just fucking some source.
He's... [sighs]
Oh, God.
Kim, when--whenever I get assigned
some high-profile story
or I win some very fancy award,
everyone always tells me, you really deserve it.
Well, then this good thing comes into my world,
the real thing,
like, a real shot at actually being fucking happy.
Don't I deserve that, too?
- Then why are you keeping it a secret?
Why are you hiding it from everybody?
From me?
- Wouldn't you have been more pissed
if I dragged you into all of this?
- No, Benita.
There's not a single scenario here
where I'm not pissed...
and disappointed.
I got to go.
* *
[door closes]
- Okay, these are clean, and I'm just setting them up here
'cause it's easier to reach.
- They were fine where they were.
- Okay, you just let me know where things should go,
and I'll move heaven and Earth--
- Move heaven and Earth.
Just don't touch the shit in my kitchen, okay?
- Okay.
* *
You need help with that bottle? - No, I'm fine.
- I think that you do. - I got it!
- Let me help you with the bottle.
Let me--please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- Do you have any idea what you just started?
- The special aired, okay?
And we had already agreed that after--
- No, no. We did not agree to that.
That in there was all you.
You shouldn't have done it like that.
- It just--
- My crew, my friends, everybody that I work with,
all in that room--
- Your friends should be happy for you.
- Not when they find out like that, no.
You have to understand, we were keeping
this quiet for a reason-- you know that.
- Keeping this quiet? - Yes.
- Why don't you call it what it is? Hiding.
- [sighs]
- Keeping it quiet, hiding things--
that's what we've been doing for months.
Is that what this relationship is to you?
Something to hide? - No.
- Just let me know so that I'm clear.
- That's not fair. That's not what this is about.
It's just complicated. - Complicated.
Being honest is not complicated, Benita.
You could have told Kim and your friends on Christmas Day,
but you chose not to.
You chose to put the ring back into the box.
You have any idea how humiliating that is?
We've been living in this fog for months,
and it's suffocating.
And, yeah, I know I shouldn't have done it this way.
But it's out. It's done.
At least we can breathe.
- [sighs] You're right.
You're right. I'm sorry. I'm--I'm really sorry.
This is not about you.
This is--this is about my job, my reputation,
everything I've been working for my entire life,
my ethical code. - Oh, my God, no.
I know, I know, I know.
You're right. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I should have not done it this way.
[sighs]
But a wedding should be a happy thing.
It should be something to celebrate.
- It will be. It will be.
* *
- You know what? Let's take a trip.
- No. What?
- Yeah, Lizzi's on school break, and...
I think it's time for you to meet my mother.
- Your mother? - Mm-hmm.
- You want us to go to Italy? - Mm-hmm.
I think that a vacation would do us good.
It could--
I don't know-- it could slow things down,
put your mind at ease,
your heart at ease.
This city makes people crazy. - Mm-hmm.
- Let's go.
What do you say?
* *
- I'll think about it.
* *
- [sighs, chuckles] Okay.
- I'll think about it.
* *
[indistinct chatter]
[cheering on TV]
[line trilling]
[indistinct chatter]
- Sorry. This is taken.
[trilling continues]
- Hi.
- Oh, hi. Uh, I'll have, uh, one--
[clears throat] Uh, Polar Bear, please.
- Okay.
- I'm sorry. That's taken.
Sorry.
Oh. Thank you.
You'd think the umbrella would be white,
you know, because Polar Bear.
- You don't sense a theme?
- Right, right.
- Uh, anything to drink for your invisible friend?
Real estate's in high demand today.
- I'm waiting on my wingman. - Oh.
- He wouldn't miss this game.
- I always thought you were the wingman.
[chuckles] - Are you saying...
I'm not the handsome one?
- I didn't say that.
- I'm Nate, by the way, Nate Gamelli.
- I know.
Tab open, closed?
- Open.
[indistinct chatter continues]
- So what was the plan?
Sit here alone staring at your empty stool
until I feel sorry enough to take you to bed?
- [stammering] No. No, there's no plan.
- American men are so much braver in the movies.
Hmm.
* *
[line trilling]
[cell phone buzzing]
* *
[buzzing continues]
- Hey.
- Ana. [stammers] You can't be here.
Uh, come, come into my office.
- Dr. Macchiarini is asking what happened with your trials.
- We're still working on it.
You'll get a detailed report, but I need time.
- Anders, I've reviewed all of his previous publications.
He's never experienced results like this,
not with his patients or the swine trials or in England.
- So my trial is botched? That's what you're implying?
- All I'm saying is that any mistakes
could slow down our progress.
So can you please make sure that doesn't happen?
[sighs]
This trial was nominal.
And in my opinion, pretty damn unnecessary,
given the success with the larger-animal trials.
And now it's a bloody bugger.
- A bugger? - A problem.
- Mm.
- We both have a lot at stake here.
If you find that, for whatever reason,
the study is invalid,
that's better than setting us all back unnecessarily.
How's your son?
- He's good. We've seen progress lately.
- I'm glad to hear it.
I thought Sweden was playing today?
- They are, but I'm too busy
for such an indulgence at the moment.
- I read Mag Hellstrom isn't playing.
- Not for the national team, no.
- Yeah, they transferred him to that tiny shit town
above the polar circle.
Now he's sitting on the reserve bench.
- Ana, you're not going to end up in the polar circle.
- I better not.
All right, I'll leave you to it.
Keep me updated.
[door opens]
[indistinct chatter]
[relaxing music]
* *
- [laughing]
- Ciao. - Mama!
Oh! - [speaking Italian]
[Paolo speaking Italian]
Benita. - Oh, Benita.
- Ciao.
- ELizzi.
- Lovely to meet you. - Thank you. Thank you.
Your, uh... [speaking Italian]
- [speaking Italian] - Oh, yes.
- I love it. - Oh, grazie, grazie.
[Rosa speaking Italian]
- Oh, prego, prego.
- Whoa.
- Oh, wow.
[chuckles]
Hey. - This guy's got style.
- Lizzi, that's, um-- that's the Pope.
That's Pope Francis.
With Paolo? What? - [laughs] Si, si.
[speaking Italian] He love Paolo.
- Uh, I'm sorry. You know the Pope?
- [chuckles]
- San Luca...
[speaking Italian]
Uh, sur--surgeon?
- Yeah, the patron saint of surgeons.
- Si. - Yeah.
- Paolo, he be like, uh, San Luca.
Mm-hmm. Si.
[light laughter]
- Mmm. - Mm-hmm.
- This is so much better than yours.
- Ah, mothers always know.
- How do you know I do not make the food?
- Ah, no, no, no. I cooking food.
Marco only vino.
- No, he has his own vineyard. - Oh.
Molto bene. - Hey, Mom.
- Grazie. - Yeah?
- Can I try some?
- Just a little, tiny sip.
- The lips. Just the lips.
- Molto bene. [laughter]
- [speaking Italian] Rosa happy.
- Oh, si. - Very, very happy.
Last time this happy, when Paolo come back
after his stupido arresto.
- Oh, basta. - Arresto?
- You got arrested? - Si.
- Oh, I didn't see that on your background check.
- No? - Oh, si, si.
- [speaking Italian]
Speed limits are just suggestions to me.
Let's leave it at that. - Oh, okay.
So you were trying to impress girls on your motorcycle.
- Girls? What girls?
There's only one girl.
- Oh.
[scattered laughter]
- Saluti! [laughter]
- Cheers.
Cheers. - You like that, right?
[laughter]
[opera music]
* *
- It's like a cocoon of color.
- A cocoon of color-- I love that.
- Mm-hmm.
It's the perfect place to get married.
- Can you imagine? - I can.
- Your mother would love that. - Mm-hmm.
Would you?
Would you love it?
- Are you serious?
- Why do you think I brought you here?
- This is a Catholic church, Paolo.
- I know.
- We're both divorced. I'm not even Catholic.
- This is going to be the last wedding
for both of us.
[dramatic music]
It should be like magic.
- Who would even marry us?
* *
- [whispering] The Pope.
- Bullshit.
* *
No way.
- If you want it...
then, yes.
* *
- What's so funny about me educating you on Pixar?
- Stop geeking, okay? - [laughs]
- You are messing with her.
- "Finding Chemo" is not Pixar. It's gallows humor.
Dr. Macchiarini, please tell my son to stop it.
- No, I'm not going to interfere there.
- See? See? Doc's on my side. Thank you.
- Oh, Lord save me. I'm going to have to smack you.
- Come on. - I don't mean to interrupt.
Hi, I'm Dr. Gamelli.
I will be your post-op care physician.
- Hello.
- Nice to meet you. - Yes.
- Ladies, I'm heading to the cafeteria.
Would you like to join me for lunch?
- Yes. - Oh, we'd love to.
Thank you, Dr. Macchiarini.
You, behave.
- Oh, I see you're a fellow American.
- Yeah.
Baltimore.
Ah, the irony-- I'm an American engineer.
Came all the way here to get American-made tech
in my chest. - Well, U.S. health care sucks.
- And my mom had to dig into her rainy-day piggy bank
just to pay for this thing.
She keeps saying, they call it life savings for a reason.
Mm. - For what?
It says here, all you got's terminal throat cancer.
- [laughs] My dad just say, shake it off.
Shake it off.
- Well, at least you got the Italian doctor
to make this trip worth your while.
- What, you don't like my miracle man?
- Oh, no, no.
You're in good hands. - [scoffs]
- As long as you stay away from the Swedish food.
- Ah, damn. That fermented herring, though.
- Surstromming?
- I figured what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
- That will kill you. - [laughs] Got ya, Doc.
No Swedish fish.
But, uh...
Swedish women, though?
Any advice?
- You're talking to the wrong guy.
- What, nobody? - Well, there's one girl.
- Of course there's one girl. Come on.
- I got shot down.
She told me that American men are so much braver in movies.
- That just means she wants you to yippee-ki-yay that ass.
Sweep her up off her feet.
You know, tomorrow I'm going into a 14-hour surgery.
They're going to replace half of my chest.
What are you doing?
- [chuckles]
Jack on queen. - Yeah, I see it.
I see it.
- I'll see you on the other side.
- Hey, Doc, I mean it.
Go see about that girl, hmm?
[chuckles] Jack on the queen.
I know what's going on over here.
[scoffs]
[pop music playing softly]
* *
- Polar Bear?
- Would you like to have dinner with me?
- Are you asking me on a date?
- Yes.
- No.
- Okay.
Uh, in that case, just give me a bottle
of whatever's most likely to cause a blackout.
- [chuckles] Dates are so American.
In Sweden, we like to skip unnecessary steps.
* *
My place...
mm, 10:30.
- Yeah.
Okay.
That works. - Okay.
* *
[dramatic music]
* *
- Oh! And you go like this.
And then like that. [Paolo speaking indistinctly]
[Lizzi laughing]
- Okay, call me anytime.
- [giggles] And ta-da.
Hey, Paolo? - [sighs] Yes?
- What do I call you after the wedding?
- Mm, what's wrong with Paolo?
- Too formal.
- Mm, what about Papa?
- Papa. Okay.
[laughs] Oh, bread.
[giggles]
[soft music]
* *
- [groans softly]
- Look at her.
I don't remember the last time I saw her this happy.
- There's so much pain behind her.
[Lizzie speaking indistinctly]
Maybe it's time to leave that pain behind.
- [scoffs] [Lizzi giggles]
- What if we could continue like this...
at home in Barcelona...
together?
- You want us to move to Barcelona?
- It's warm and safe.
We don't have to lock our doors.
It's an incredible place to raise a child.
[Lizzi giggles]
I know you have your work in New York,
and I would never ask you to leave it, but...
but if you wanted, maybe we could be a family there.
Hmm?
- We've never even been to your house before.
- Well, then we'll go.
We'll go, you see if you like it, and then you move in...
with her.
* *
- I mean, it's free to dream, right?
- Mm-hmm.
* *
- You sound better than I expected.
There's a little fluid, but we can clear that up.
Maybe your man performs miracles after all.
- What, you don't call this a miracle?
Polyethylene terephthalate pipe in my chest,
fresh from the oven.
[chuckles] I'm a biosynthetic dude now.
Those ladies better watch out.
- [chuckles] - [laughs] Oh, damn.
Hey, Doc, uh... [clears throat]
You do what I tell you?
[laughs] Oh, shit.
I seen that smile. No, I seen it.
Don't try to hide it now.
You did. You got the girl.
- This is your fault, Chris.
You implanted me with gallantry,
and now I have to suffer from serious consequences.
You got me feeling like a goddamn teenager again.
- [laughs] Love, Doc.
Trust.
Life is good when you believe good things can happen.
You know, when I get out of here,
I want to start promoting stem-cell research.
It saved my life. It's going to help save others.
You know, before the op, it was one day at a time, you know.
But now...
it's the horizon, man, the horizon.
- It's been a while since I thought about the horizon.
- Well, how can you in this place?
You get, like, three hours of sunlight a day.
- Yeah. - [laughs]
Makes me wonder how Doc Nate Gamelli from Jersey
ended up here. - Work.
- Oh, right, because people don't get sick in America.
- They do.
They do.
My little sister, she was, uh...
well, the only way to put it is she was a victim.
- Oh.
- U.S. health care.
She had lupus.
Her symptoms dragged on for years before diagnosis, and...
She was just a kid. She was 17.
And then insurance refused to pay, so...
Yeah, yeah, people get sick.
- Sorry, man.
- Mm, I had my refuge.
I spent hours in the garage,
tinkering with the engine of my old, rusty Plymouth Barracuda.
- [laughs] Just when I was starting to like you.
- That was a great car. - [chuckles]
- I spent so much time under that hood, I...
I always thought that I would become a mechanic, but...
lo and behold, I swapped the screwdriver
for the scalpel.
- And now look at you,
tinkering with the most intricate engine in all of us.
[chuckles]
You know...
it seems like you spent so much of your time working
on other people's hearts, you neglected your own.
- [exhales sharply]
[both exhale sharply]
All right, got to go.
- Good game, Doc. - I'll check in with you later.
- All right. See you around.
[chuckles]
[wheezes, coughs]
[dramatic music]
* *
[exhales deeply]
[indistinct chatter, bell tolling]
- I just can't believe your mom trusted us
with the shopping list. - Well, she trusted you.
She's smitten with you. - Ah.
- No, she is.
Ciao.
- [speaking Italian]
- Grazie.
- [speaking Italian]
- I think we should go.
[speaking Italian]
- [speaking angrily in Italian]
- What was that about?
- This is why I don't like to come back to Italy.
You know, the medical system is so corrupt here.
Everything is so corrupt.
You try to help people, and they think you're their enemy.
- Is he Mafia?
- The village doctor. - Oh.
- You know, it's like Luke 4:30.
When Jesus returned to His hometown,
an angry mob tried to throw Him off the cliff,
but He walked right through the crowd and went on His way.
- So in this scenario, you're Jesus?
- I walked right into that one. - [laughs]
- Yeah.
[dramatic music]
* *
- Show me this market. - Uh-huh. It's right here.
- Ciao.
[speaking Italian]
Benita. - Rosa.
- Oh.
[speaking Italian]
Take good care of Paolo, si?
- I promise.
- Ciao. - Ciao.
Come on, sweetheart.
- [speaking Italian]
- Prego, prego. - [speaking Italian]
- Ti amo. - Thank you.
- Ciao.
- [speaking Italian] - Si.
Ready? - Ready.
- Okay.
[engine turning over]
* *
[indistinct chatter]
* *
[knock at door]
- Sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you.
- You didn't frighten me.
- You look like a painting--
like Edgar Degas' "Woman in Her Bath."
- Did Degas' woman have a knot in her neck?
- What's making you so tense?
- Nine hours on a plane. - [chuckles]
- And I decided on something.
- Decided what?
- Barcelona.
I want to...
go with you.
I want to move there and start a life together.
- Do you? - Yeah.
[soft music]
- What about your work?
- I can find other work.
But us being together, a family, happy...
That's all that matters.
- I'm so happy to hear you say that.
So happy.
- But, Paolo, this would be me taking a really big chance.
You know that, right? - I know. I know. I know.
- Giving up my whole life, my career,
taking Lizzi away from everything she's ever known...
- Mm-hmm.
- It really terrifies me.
* *
You terrify me.
- Me?
Why?
- I need to feel like this is what
I really think it is...
you know?
There's so much about you I don't know...
about your work and...
your life. - Mm-hmm.
- And there's plenty you don't know about me, too.
- You feel this way because we have been hiding
from the world for so long. - Mm-hmm.
- Always apart.
But when you share a roof with a person,
you share everything.
- Then let's share everything.
I mean it.
I want to know you better than anyone.
I want to know about the Pope, and...
- [chuckles] - The work stuff.
The stupido arresto. - [laughs]
- The good, the bad, the ugly, all of it.
- That's all I ever wanted.
* *
[distant telephone ringing]
[dramatic music]
* *
[indistinct chatter]
- Bye. - Bye.
- Bye, you guys. Bye.
* *
Ah, I don't have to work tomorrow.
- [laughs] Cheers to 30 years of you bitching about 30 Rock.
- [laughs] - 30 years?
Fuck you. [laughter]
God. - Cheers.
all: Cheers.
- Hey.
- You came.
- You said it was important.
I'm sorry I wasn't there this afternoon.
- You're here now.
Okay, okay.
Hagan las paces.
You two are such drama queens.
I want to hear the big hush-hush news.
- Okay, okay, okay. This is very hush-hush.
We're not supposed to tell anybody,
but I never want to keep anything from you ever again.
We found a priest for the wedding.
- Mm-hmm. We did.
His name is Jorge Mario Bergoglio.
- Jorge Mario Ber-- - The Pope?
Wait, the Jorge Mario Bergoglio?
- Yeah. - As in Pope Francis?
- Paolo still calls him Jorge. [Paolo laughs]
- Wait, what?
- You mean the P--the Pope is going to marry you?
- The Pope.
- Yeah, we've been friends for a long time,
long before he was ever a pope.
- I mean, there are pictures of Paolo and the Pope
in his mother's fucking living room.
- My God. - Wait, how does that work?
You walk into the Sistine Chapel
with a six-pack-- Jorge, I need a favor?
- Right? [laughter]
- Well, basically, we were looking for a priest, right?
A priest that would marry us regardless
of all the complications.
And he offered to do us the honors.
- And he has married people before.
- I'm Googling this shit. - I want to see this.
- She didn't even believe me at the beginning.
- I didn't. - Oh, my God.
She's not lying.
T-the Pope did a group wedding ceremony.
But this--Oh, my God. This means the dress--
- Has to be fit for a Pope.
- Holy shit! - Holy shit.
[laughing] Oh, my God, Paolo.
You're like the--the guy-- the guy in the beer commercial.
both: The most interesting man in the world.
[laughter]
- We're just so glad that you--that you're here,
that you're sharing this with us.
You mean the world to Benita, all of you.
And now you mean the world to me.
And that is why there is a last surprise.
One more. - What?
- Because you just said no more secrets, right?
So I want to be the man deserving of you.
And although there are certain things
that not even a miracle man can do,
I can still learn, okay?
Don't judge me. Okay.
[Eddie Palmieri's "Vámonos pa'l monte" playing]
- No! - It's taken a few lessons.
Far from perfect, but let's see how it goes, okay?
Maybe you can give me some tips.
- Oh, my goodness. - Let me try to guide you.
So...
- What? - This guy. This fucking guy.
- I'm telling you--the most interesting man in the world.
[foreign accent] I don't always dance.
But when I do, I dance salsa.
[laughter]
* *
- I have to admit, I am impressed.
You asked for it. - Yes.
- Okay. - Be gentle.
- You don't want to be judged. - You're the salsa pro.
No, I'm sure I cannot, but-- - You cannot, I'm telling you.
- You can give me all the tips, so...
- You're very smooth. - Am I?
- Yeah.
- I only know this step. This one.
I don't know the-- - Back and forth.
- Yeah, not so much. - Right?
- You got it, Paolo! - Make a spin as a couple.
You go to the side. - Yeah, let's turn around.
* *
[shouting in Russian]
Okay. [phone slams]
[dramatic music]
[groans]
* *
[intercom beeps, indistinct announcement over PA]
[dramatic music]
* *
- Hey.
Where's Chris Lyles?
- He passed away last night.
- What?
- I'm sorry.
- He was doing fine.
Post-op, he was fine. - He was terminal.
- He had six months, at least.
Where's Macchiarini? - He's out of the country.
- What the hell happened?
Were there complications with the transplant?
- No. The transplant was successful.
He was just sicker than any of us expected.
- But he--he wasn't.
It must be something to do with the trachea.
- He was terminal!
Nate, maybe you should take it easy.
You get too attached to your patients.
That won't lead anywhere good.
[folder thuds]
- Maybe you're too detached.
God knows where the hell that will lead you.
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[knock at door]
- Hi. - Hi.
I'm so sorry. I know it's late.
- No, no, come on in. - Okay.
- [chuckles] - Ooh, wow.
- Yeah.
Is everything all right? - Well, I-I don't know.
You tell me.
Was there...
Did you change your plans for the wedding?
- No. Why?
- I, um-- I found something today.
"Pope Francis will be traveling to South America this summer,"
all summer. - And?
- And? Benita, on your wedding day,
he's going to be in Asunción, Paraguay,
not Italy, not your wedding.
- What? No.
- The schedule has been out for months.
- [sighs] - You didn't know?
- No, but...
I mean, there has to be some sort of explanation for this.
Let me-- [sighs] Where's my phone?
[sighs]
[line trilling]
- Hello. Hi, my love.
I was missing you. - Hi.
Yeah, me too. Hey, Paolo?
Um, Kim is here,
and it looks like the Pope is supposed to be traveling
through South America during our wedding.
- [sighs]
- Did you know about this?
- I'm so sorry you had to find out this way.
- Found out what?
- I didn't want to tell you until I was back in New York.
There were some complications with the Vatican,
some last-minute scheduling conflicts.
- Uh-huh. Well, what does that mean?
- I don't want to tell you this on the phone, okay?
I'm flying back to New York tomorrow.
I'll explain everything in person, okay?
Everything will be fine.
Trust me. - Mm-hmm.
- Okay. I'll see you soon.
- Okay. - I love you.
- Yep. All right.
Bye.
Yeah, I guess there is some issue with the schedule,
but...
he doesn't really sound worried, so...
You just--you just found this? - Yeah.
- Doing what, a-a casual confirmation
of the Pope's schedule? - Look, Benita--
- No, no, what I don't understand
is why my best friend can't be happy for me.
- I wasn't trying to find anything, okay?
I was doing my due diligence--
- Okay, you know what, Kim? I'm done.
I don't--I'm tired.
I don't want to have this conversation tonight.
- Okay. - Okay.
- Yeah.
- You know, we've been through the shit together, B.
You've always had great instincts.
I'm just saying...
maybe you should trust them.
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[scoffs]
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[door opens]
- [sighs]
[door closes]
* *
[clicks tongue]
* *
- Padraic.
Hey, it's Benita Alexander.
So I need you to look into someone for me--
beyond our normal checks, a deep dive...
international.
I don't think you're going to find anything, but, um...
The name is Paolo Macchiarini.
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