- All I can hope is
when you walk out of that church,
when you listen to those bells ringing,
that you will be happy.
Hi, my love.
I'm here missing you in Barcelona.
The lemon trees are ready for you.
- Hey, Paolo? - Yeah?
- What do I call you after the wedding?
- What about Papa?
- Papa. OK.
- You want us to move to Barcelona?
- It's an incredible place to raise a child.
- Paolo was arraigned for extortion.
- This guy-- this guy was in Italy.
- Why me, Paolo?
- You don't want to go digging in there, Benita,
because it's dangerous.
- You need to leave.
[soft dramatic music]
- Yulia, my dear, for you, only the best.
- So this is an elective surgery.
- Yeah. - Oh.
- This grant has everything. It's all based on a lie--
the patients are, the trials--
he's experimenting on people. [shaver buzzing]
- He just took it out.
- The issues that arose afterwards
are completely unrelated to my procedure.
[percussive music]
♪ ♪
- Gentlemen, welcome to Krasnodar,
the world's premier destination
for the most cutting-edge procedures
in regenerative medicine.
Today, we will show you what we have built
this past year under the leadership of Dr. Lasbrey.
We realize that the delays have been trying,
but the results we've seen are revolutionary.
The upcoming patient trials are the final step
before full medical approval.
These are young, healthy adults
who are electing to be a part of the future.
In just a few days, we will perform
our very first procedure on a young woman
named Yulia Tuulik.
In Karolinska, we operated to save lives.
Here in Krasnodar, we will operate to improve lives.
And now, I leave you with Dr. Lasbrey,
who is going to show you around our facilities.
Thank you.
- Right this way.
In tandem with the trachea transplantations,
we've made significant headway in our expanded research.
We've just entered the testing phase
for our next biosynthetic organ, the diaphragm.
Vasia, Mila, may we interrupt?
- Ana. - Welcome back.
- It's good to be back.
- How was Sweden?
- Are they all dead?
- What?
- No, no, they're anesthetized.
They cannot feel a thing.
- If it seems cruel, that's because it is.
[shaver buzzing]
We began with the trachea.
Now we've made headway with the diaphragm,
a much more complex organ.
But these were just the beginning.
Next, we conquer the liver, the lungs,
the heart.
- Dr. Lasbrey, we have waited longer
than we wished for progress.
But this facility does not disappoint.
[foreboding music]
♪ ♪
[door clicks]
- Knock, knock. - Ah, it's you.
[door clicks] Can you believe it?
It's finally fucking happening.
[sighs] - No more silk chokers for you.
- Ah, I'll be able to fucking shower.
- What, you don't like Andrej's bubble baths?
[chuckles]
This is going to make everything right.
- We have one last hard part.
Are you ready? - I am.
Are you going to tell me what you're doing back there?
Or are you going to make me guess, like my husband?
[both chuckle]
- Well, this is technically the first part of your procedure.
We're going to extract bone marrow from your hip,
separate the stem cells from the bone marrow.
Then later, I'll give your new trachea a nice bath
with the stem cells.
- Thank you.
- Well, don't thank me yet.
This will be a bit uncomfortable.
- I mean it. Spasibo.
- Tiny prick.
You're going to feel a series of pinches.
- OK.
[flesh squelching]
[grunts]
[gasping]
- How was your trip from Saint Petersburg?
[tube whooshing]
- I sat next to a big fat guy.
- Andrej's not that fat.
- [chuckles] Ow.
- Aisle or window?
- [strained] Window.
I watched the country pass by. [chuckles]
- You doing OK?
- This is nothing.
- Really?
- When I was in my car crash, I was pregnant with Sasha.
They had to re-break my bones,
pick my teeth up from the street.
[straining] My whole body was broken,
but that little boy survived.
After that, I--
I promised I would keep him safe.
[breathes heavily] Through all the surgeries,
I never took the painkillers.
[panting]
I didn't want to put him in danger.
This?
This is nothing.
[crack] Ow.
[hisses]
OK. [sighs]
[chuckles] Maybe this is something.
- How is little Sasha?
- I miss him already.
But after this, I can be a real mother.
- You are a real mother.
- Not like I want to be.
We can go swimming.
[sniffs] Oh.
I can sing to him. [chuckles]
[strained] I already have a song.
I picked out the first one.
"Poust Vzegda Boudyit Solnse."
- Oh, my Russian's not that good.
- It means, "May There Always Be Sunshine."
- That sounds beautiful.
OK, this is the last one.
- [exhales]
[flesh squelching] [breathing heavily]
[snap] [grunts]
- And we're done.
- [breathing heavily]
Why so many?
- Since we're using a new material for your trachea,
Dr. Macchiarini wanted to be extra careful.
We're preparing three tracheas for your surgery,
just in case.
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[mouse clicks] [message whooshes]
[notification chimes] [phone buzzing]
[notifications chiming]
[cell phone rings]
[rain pattering] [thunder rumbling]
- Hey, Lizzi, please don't make a mess.
- I need my gloves.
- What do you need your gloves for?
It's summer.
- Well, we have to unpack it anyway,
so what difference does it make?
- I know this is hard to understand.
- Well, then, why don't you explain it to me?
- Because it's complicated.
- Hmm. Whatever.
- But it's for the best. - How?
Paolo's the only good thing--
- The only good thing what? - Nothing.
[thunder rumbles] - The only good thing what?
- The only good thing that happened to us since Dad died.
- I know... [sighs]
This sucks for both of us.
- Then fix it. - I can't fix it, Lizzi.
It's not something that--
- Why not?
I had to pack all my stuff, have a goodbye party,
take stupid Spanish lessons.
- Well, we live in New York.
It's probably good to know a little Spanish.
- Oh, my God, Mom, you're not listening to me.
[lights click, whir]
- Oh, God. [thunder booms]
[sighs]
[switches click] [devices beep]
[Chopin's "Nocturne Op.9" playing]
♪ ♪
[thunder rumbles]
♪ ♪
[whispers] Don't move.
♪ ♪
He wasn't even playing.
I just saw what I wanted to see--
with the arrest, with the wedding, all of it.
[scoffs] His CV--
he lists a fellowship in thoracic surgery
at the University of Alabama.
They don't even have a thoracic program.
He was never the Pope's personal doctor, obviously.
Confirmed that with the Vatican.
It's just the personal life stuff
that seems to be more of a black hole.
Born in 1958.
Lived in Switzerland-- at least I think that's real.
Married 1986 in Italy,
no divorce record on file
'cause he never actually got divorced.
It's just lie after fucking lie.
- We've got to get you out of this house.
You need to work, real work.
I'm going to start making some calls.
- You know what?
It's one thing to fuck with my life, but with Lizzi's?
I want to tell her the truth so badly.
But how can I when I don't even know what the truth is?
[sighs]
But I really want to figure it out.
Fuck it.
I'll go to him. - Go where?
- I don't know, wherever I have to go.
- I'm not going to watch you do this to yourself.
- Come on, Kim, I have to know who this guy really is.
- Do you? - Yes.
[notification chimes]
[scoffs] And this is why.
Another fucking article calling him a rock star surgeon?
- Well, how the hell are you supposed to move on
when you still get Google Alerts on the guy?
- The entire world thinks he's a miracle man because of me.
[Ten Years After's "I'd Love to Change the World"]
- * Life is funny ♪ [bike bell rings]
- Hey, hey, hello. - * Skies are sunny ♪
♪ Bees make honey ♪
♪ Who needs money? No, not poor me ♪
[device beeps] [volume lowers]
Where have you been the last few days?
I checked work, the bar, the linen closet.
Then I ran out of places that you'd go.
- I just needed some time to myself.
- Well, time's up, I think. We have work to do.
- Oh, do we? - Yes.
To stop Macchiarini.
♪ ♪
- Going to have to pass on that endeavor, Anders.
- I--I--
I thought you would be more, more.
♪ ♪
OK, I know I turned my back when you needed me.
But I'm here now.
We have to figure out a way to stop this guy.
- Maybe you were right to turn your back.
- I don't understand. After Yesim--
- What?
After Yesim, what?
I kept my promise to her.
It didn't make a difference. He still got to walk away.
- No, he's not walking.
He's publishing about Yesim.
While she was flatlining on your table,
Paolo was writing a paper about her successful transplant,
called it "a huge advancement in the field."
He's being praised for it, "a rock star surgeon."
Not only did he destroy her life,
now he's profiting off her pain.
If that sits right with you, by all means,
let it sit that way.
♪ ♪
♪ Oh, yeah ♪
♪ ♪
- I heard that you were interested
in seeing your new trachea, correct?
This is a prototype, an exact replica
of your natural trachea, or more precisely,
what it looked like before the accident.
It is built from all the X-rays and CAT scans
that you and Dr. Lasbrey have taken over the past few months.
Here, take it.
Yeah?
- It looks like plastic.
[all chuckle]
Wouldn't it be better to use a natural material?
- I thought you might ask something like that.
You will have heard of Mr. Andemariam Beyene.
Do you know that a few days before his operation,
he asked me and Dr. Lasbrey the same question?
And then he had the very same procedure
that you will receive.
And today, two years later, he's thriving.
[speaks Russian], Yulia.
You will be in the most capable hands every step of the way,
starting with Dr. Lasbrey, who has already begun
preparing the implant for transplantation.
[soft tense music]
♪ ♪
- [chuckles]
- All right, all right, all right.
No need to feel me up.
♪ ♪
[engine shuts off]
[soft indistinct chatter]
[birds chirping]
[bell tolling]
[knocks on door]
- [clears throat]
Ciao.
- [speaking Italian]
- I'm sorry. My Italian is not very good.
Do you s-- - My English is fine.
- Oh, OK.
My name is Benita Alexander.
I actually saw you a few months ago.
I--I was here with Dr. Paolo Macchiarini.
And you two exchanged some words.
- What the hell do you want?
- I--I wanted to talk to you about him, actually.
About what he did to you.
- How'd you find me?
- I'm a journalist.
- Did he send you?
- No. I sent myself.
And I'm so sorry.
When we--when you saw Paolo, your son was with you.
What's his name?
- Nico. - Nico.
I have a daughter a little older than him, Lizzi.
So what--what happened? What did he do?
- Why you interested?
No one was interested when it mattered.
- Because I want the truth.
I want any kind of truth about who he really is.
And you two seem to have a history.
Was this about his arrest?
'Cause I read about it in the newspaper,
but then I couldn't find any--
- I giornali, no, there wouldn't be.
You'll find it is very easy to hide things away here.
- Then tell me. Please.
- Well, Paolo was a...
I trusted him,
trusted his prognosis when my wife
was diagnosed with cancer.
Trusted in his research, the future he promised us.
I trusted when he asked for 150,000 euros
to skip the waiting list for a donor.
I trusted far too much.
[soft dramatic music]
After she died,
we no longer seemed to matter to him.
I tried to speak the truth, but the code of silence here...
I'm surprised he was arrested at all.
But then, of course, he was cleared.
So I lost my work, my savings,
and my wife.
[sniffs]
Stay away from Paolo Macchiarini.
Men like him, they get away with murder.
♪ ♪
[bell tolling]
♪ ♪
[door clicks and thuds]
- [breathes deeply]
- Hello.
- Hi.
- Beautiful, isn't it?
- It really is.
It's like a cocoon of color.
- Hmm. What brings you here?
- Honestly, I don't--
[sighs] I don't even know anymore.
- Well,
this is good place to be if you are lost.
- Are you lost? - [chuckles softly]
I'm on a mission.
- That sounds really nice and clear cut.
[both chuckle]
So where did this mission of yours start?
- South Korea, a small neighborhood
called Yongsan-gu.
- Yongsan-gu?
- Mm-hmm, yes. You know?
- I do. I do, actually.
I, um...
I knew a little girl who was really sick, and...
she and her family were from Yongsan-gu.
- Hmm, a small world.
- Yeah.
- It's nice to be reminded of how connected we all are.
- Connected by God, you mean?
- Mm, God,
a greater purpose, coincidence--
call it what you like.
Just reminds me we are not alone.
Ah, [speaks Korean]. [chuckles]
I sound like priest now, don't I?
[both laugh]
Would you mind if I say a prayer
for the little girl and her family?
- No, I don't mind.
[church bell ringing]
[pensive music]
♪ ♪
[foreboding music]
♪ ♪
[soft tense music]
♪ ♪
[keypad beeping]
[door whooshes]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[device whirring]
[switch clicks] [whirring]
[incubator humming]
[door whooshes]
[applause]
♪ ♪
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
- Ah, excuse me a moment.
I'll be right back.
- We have a problem-- three, actually.
Yulia's tracheas, they're defective.
- Which? - All of them.
- What is the issue?
- They're flawed. They're not--
- What is the issue?
- Number one is too soft.
- Mm-hmm. - It's almost soggy.
- OK.
- Number two has several holes. It's unusable.
- And number three? - It's too short.
- How short? - 3 millimeters.
- Sod it.
We'll use the short one.
- You don't think we should postpone?
I can build a new implant, recalibrate the bioreactor--
- No. - It will only take a few weeks.
- We cannot wait.
- [louder] That trachea could fail.
- Keep your voice down.
We cannot postpone. We do not need to postpone.
It will be difficult.
Difficult, but not impossible.
So now, you can continue with the preparations
for the surgery, Dr. Lasbrey.
Thank you.
[quiet chatter]
[knock at the door]
- Come in.
Hi.
- Hi, um... [door clicks]
I just wanted to check in on you.
How are you feeling about your surgery?
Are you scared at all, worried?
- Well, you asking me all these questions
is making me nervous.
[chuckles]
If you asked less, I would be calm.
Should I be worried?
[soft music]
- It's just, I've been thinking about it more and more.
And this new synthetic material,
it hasn't been tested.
- Yes, I know this.
- So maybe you'd like to wait
until we can conduct some proper trials.
- Where is this coming from?
And why now, after I've waited for so long?
- I know that you've waited, but we--
- But you said the procedure is safe,
that because I'm healthy, I'll be OK.
- I know what we told you. But the new material--
- New material or old material, I don't give a shit.
I promised my son that I would come back
and sing to him, to run with him,
to laugh with him.
I want to be myself again.
Dr. Macchiarini is giving me a chance to be myself again.
- Do you really want to be a human guinea pig,
a rat like all the others we have caged up in this lab?
Look, I am begging you.
Just wait a little bit longer.
Even in a few months, we'll know so much more.
I just want you to be safe.
♪ ♪
- OK.
[sighs] OK.
I'll wait.
- [sighs]
OK.
[door clicks]
[somber music]
♪ ♪
[classical guitar music]
♪ ♪
- Oh, hi. Sorry, excuse me.
Uh, perdóneme, un cafe de...
- [speaking Spanish]
- [chuckles]
[laughing] I cannot believe you're here.
- I figured you needed an interpreter.
- Oh, my God, Kim.
[Andrea Bocelli singing over radio]
♪ ♪
[switch clicks] [music turns off]
- [sighs]
He told me Andrea Bocelli was going to sing at the wedding.
Like, in what world? - In our world, B.
Stop beating yourself up.
- OK, you're going to stay to the right up here.
[scoffs] We're doing this.
- I didn't say a thing.
But if I said one thing, this journey you're on,
I'm all for it.
I just-- - I hope you know what you're looking for.
- We were supposed to come to this house
a dozen times while we were together,
and we never made it.
He always had some reason.
- And you think there's some sort of answer here?
- I do.
I think there is a part of him here that's real.
- How do you know he's not going to be home?
- He's in Russia--
big surgery, very important patient
who I helped convince.
[sighs] OK, it should be right up here.
- This isn't it.
This can't be it.
[engine turns off]
- [scoffs] No, no, no, no.
I've seen the videos and pictures of this.
I have an entire house packed
of boxes ready to send here.
[chuckles] To this--
this empty fucking lot!
[laughs]
Come on, what was the plan, Paolo?
What was the plan, seriously?
300 people flying to Italy for a wedding that doesn't exist.
I packed my entire life up
to send to a house here that doesn't exist--
my entire fucking life committed to a man
and a future that doesn't exist.
Oh, it's like...
it's like I'm in this fog, Kim.
It's like there's this fog.
And I just keep running through it--
not even through it, to it.
And I'm just-- - I'm just, like, completely fucking lost.
Like, I--I'm reaching out, and I can't--
I can't hold on to anything. I can't see anything.
I can't even see myself.
Like, am I here? Do you see me?
- I see you. I see you.
I see you.
And he's got you exactly where he wants you.
[cap clinks]
- [sighs]
I don't know what I would do if you weren't here.
- The tickets for the wedding were non-refundable.
- Don't say I never brought you anywhere nice.
- [chuckles]
- He's really good.
He's really, really good
at this whole fucking lying thing.
- Well, he was probably well practiced before you met him.
- When I met him...
Hold on. When I met him.
I think I have...
the contract that he signed for the show.
- [gasps]
Ah, there it is.
- OK, hold on.
[keypad clacking]
[gasps]
Lemon trees. - Lemon trees.
- [laughs] [stamps feet]
- [exhales]
There it is. That's the house.
- OK, OK, OK. OK, OK.
- [sighs]
- OK, so, um, what if there are security cameras?
- I wave and say hello.
Wow, my heart's actually beating really fast.
- OK.
- [softly] All right. Oh, God.
[soft suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[birds chirping]
♪ ♪
[latch clicks]
[door clicks]
♪ ♪
[hinges squeal lightly]
[inhales]
[suspenseful music]
- Oh, shit.
♪ ♪
Oh, shit.
Oh.
[door rattles, creaks]
[cell phone chimes]
- Paolo.
- [speaking Spanish] - [speaking Spanish]
[children speaking Spanish]
- [speaking Spanish]
- [chuckles]
[running footsteps]
[door slams]
♪ ♪
[doorbell rings]
[door clicks]
- Hola, Paolo. [chuckles]
- What are you doing here?
- I'm on holiday.
The tickets to the wedding were non-refundable.
So I thought, what the hell, why not see Europe?
And also, I am so sorry about
what happened with the wedding.
I just-- - I had to come in person and give you a gift.
- That's very nice. Thank you.
- Something I picked up in a gas station.
- Very kind. Where is your car?
Your car.
- Oh, I--it's such a nice day, I just--
I wanted to take a little walk.
So, uh, I hope you enjoy your wine.
I'm sure you'll like it.
It's right up your alley.
♪ ♪
- Go, go, go, go, go, go. [engine turns over]
[soft music]
♪ ♪
- Are you OK?
- "An incredible place to raise a child."
[seagulls chirping]
♪ ♪
Pull over here.
[dark music]
♪ ♪
[screaming]
[elevator beeps]
[indistinct chatter]
[soft somber music]
♪ ♪
[indistinct PA announcements]
[medical machines beeping]
- You.
Do you remember that day,
the day you convinced us?
Lava tubes.
He was so impressed with you.
And do you remember when he came back,
and he told you how terrible he felt?
And you said,
"It's all normal. Nothing to worry about.
Now smile for the cameras."
[shuddered breathing]
From the beginning, we have meant nothing to you.
And now, as I stand here,
forced to end my husband's life...
once again, here you are.
Now, when you remember this day, will you feel shame?
Good.
♪ ♪
- All these data sets are making my eyes cross.
I can't believe you do this by choice.
- Shh.
- I feel like I'm getting a hunch.
Am I getting a hunch? - I'm getting a hunch
you'll be kicked out of my lab if you cannot focus.
[knock at the door]
Come in.
Ana. Uh...
How can we help you?
- You were right about him,
about all of it.
Ande Beyene--he just died.
- What the fuck do you want, Ana?
- I want to see it-- his trachea.
I want to see it with my own eyes.
- You've got to be joking.
- An autopsy?
- I have permission from Mrs. Beyene.
I need to know the truth--
what this thing really does to people.
- We know what it does.
- We have to go now.
He's being cremated in the morning.
- I went down that dead end with Christopher Lyles.
Hedley won't--
- We don't need Hedley's permission--
not medically, not legally.
- You won't get into that morgue.
- Paolo said his name would open doors.
At least that much was true.
I still have full privileges, for now.
Are you coming or what?
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[keypad beeps]
♪ ♪
[lights buzzing]
[faucet whooshing]
[door clicks]
- Hi.
How was your day?
[door clicks]
[sighs]
[wind whooshing]
- [breathing heavily] Whoa.
And another cartwheel.
- This is where we stopped the endoscopy,
at the first suture.
He didn't look any further.
- Afraid of what he might find.
[flesh crinkling]
- Oh, Mom, Mom, Mom, look.
[grunts]
Whee!
- Have to change the material...
[indistinct] not working.
[indistinct] the ones we used on Mr. Beyene.
[wind blowing] - Whee!
- Change the material... clearly not working.
Yeah, they [indistinct] we used on Mr. Beyene.
[device clicking]
- [whispers] Oh, God.
- So definitely, we have to change the material
because these are clearly not working.
Yeah, they're all like the ones we used on Mr. Beyene.