- [birds chirping] - [instrumental music]
[Louisa] Why are we so lucky to live in Port Wenn?
[laughs]
Because every year,
millions of birds migrate down the continent,
flying over our town.
Now, I know that a lot of you have plans with your families
to-to see the birds this weekend,
so let's get you some information.
Peter? Peter? Uh, where are you going?
The-the bell hasn't rung yet.
I'm checking myself out for lunch.
I have an appointment.
This is my fifth time seeing the birds.
I'm going with my cousins and my mom and her boyfriend.
Boyfriends can be fun, Clarence.
Who are you seeing the birds with, Miss Louisa?
I... um...
Okay, I got this, I got this, I got this, I got this. Okay.
- I think you totally got this-- - Stop talking.
- Oh, okay. - And stay still.
- [Elaine] Okay. - The needle is in.
Great.
And now I just need to simply...
- Yep. - ...push
Great. No, just don't even look down at it.
Don't look down at it. Doc, you're looking at it.
Doc, don't look down. No, no, no.
Doc, you're actively looking down.
- Doc, look at me. Oh... - No, I just, it doesn't.
I can't. This is the fourth time.
Still no good. I just...
- What kind of doctor can't-- - I'm here for my check-up.
Oh, Cronk.
Peter, we are not doing this again.
- I looked up my symptoms online. - [door closes]
And I did cough once yesterday.
- So with the swollen ankle... - You don't have a swollen ankle.
I'm pretty sure I'm having "systolic heart failure."
Peter, yesterday, you came in with total lung collapse.
The day before it was a brain tumor.
And last Friday you had an aggravated case of Epstein-Barr.
It really is very concerning.
No. I've thoroughly examined you twice,
and there is nothing wrong except for a morbid fascination
with grim diagnoses discovered on the internet.
Which means what?
You're becoming a hypochondriac.
And what's the treatment for that?
Go back to class. Shoo.
What about scurvy? Did we check me for scurvy?
I'm really sure I have it this time.
Dear Dr. Best,
what a pleasure to finally meet our handsome new physician.
Now, my appointment is at 1:00.
It's 1:02, and I do so dislike dawdling.
Millicent, sit down and quit skulking about.
Now, doctor, if you'll take my hat,
I will show myself into your examination room.
- Who's that bundle of scarves? - Agnes Cloofe.
She's the sweetest lady. I love her.
She was my piano teacher when I was seven.
- That's her sister, Millicent. - Mm.
[Agnes] Doctor! Are you dilly-dallying?
I've unpinned my brassiere.
Please, don't.
[door shuts]
So, for these stomach pains you're having,
if they don't resolve in a few days with these antacids,
I'm gonna need you to come back here for more tests.
- Thank you, doctor. - Mm-hmm.
I simply can't be prevented
from seeing the birds this weekend.
Mother Nature's annual orgy of feathers and color.
- Have you ever seen them? - Once. As a boy.
In fact, I just purchased some new binoculars for--
And when was the last time you made love?
Sweet, sweet, life-affirming intercourse.
Is there no one special for our charming bachelor physician?
Oh, dear doctor...
The birds were meant to be seen together...
by lovers.
Okay, then. Uh, well, busy day.
Uh, patients to see.
As for me, I've set my heart
on spotting the golden-winged warbler this year.
Most elusive bird on three continents.
Well, then, I wish you good luck.
And to you!
Millicent, have you been nibbling crackers?
Where's my thermos?
Mmm!
[sighs]
- Welcome to Port Wenn. - [Millicent chuckles]
So, uh, what show are you gonna do today, Elaine?
Uh, yeah, none.
I'm not doing one.
What's the point in more garbage from a garbage person?
- What? - [Agnes] Oh...
Oh...
Ah... Doc...
Ah...
Really, Dr. Reese.
Birds in the office. So silly of you.
Have a splendid day.
- [door closes] - Did you just see that?
Honestly, I just, I think I need to take
- a step back and reassess. - Okay.
Even though I know how devastating
this will be for my fans.
- Mm-hmm. - Yeah.
[theme music]
[instrumental music]
[birds chirping]
[music continues]
[Louisa chuckles]
- Hello. - Hello.
New binoculars?
Yes, I just got these, too.
To see the birds. Yeah, me too.
- Mm. - Mm-hmm.
[chuckles]
[birds chirping]
- Where are you planning to see-- - Oh, I, um...
I know a trail that leads right out to the cliffs.
Perfect view. Mark and I used to take
the Cloofe Sisters to see the birds every year.
Oh, the Cloofes.
It was a nice tradition that we had seeing the birds together.
But this year, I'm making new traditions.
So, no Cloofes.
No Mark.
Hm.
- Well, maybe we should-- - Would you--
- Oh... - Oh...
- Yeah. - I mean, would you like to?
Oh, we could easily. Yeah. Yeah.
- Right. But nothing fancy. - No. No, no.
- Together. But not. - Yeah. Yeah.
- Yeah. Right. Yeah. - Right. But nothing.
- So tomorrow, Saturday-- - 8:00 a.m.?
- I'll pick you up. - In your car?
- Well, not with my arms. - [laughs]
- Right, um... - And I'll bring something.
- To-to drink. - And I'll bring... sandwiches.
- Sandwiches. - All right, sandwiches.
- Sandwiches. - I love sandwiches.
Okay, well, see you tomorrow. See you, see you then.
- Fine. - Okay. Well...
[instrumental music]
Well...
[Peter] They base their diagnoses on height
and weight and eye color.
But according to the DoctorDoctorDoctor website,
I'm in the "danger zone"
for people who might develop rickets,
neurological polyps, or cranial misalignment.
- His mother had to work? - Yes.
And she said he'd be devastated if he didn't see the birds.
But then I checked the CDC website.
I think I may be looking at a case of parvovirus.
That would really be something, because only dogs get it.
[Peter] I read that. But I'm just not sure.
Okay, so we're gonna, uh,
go down that ridge, and then turn over there.
Oh...
Oh, my God. More people. Yay.
[chuckles]
- Oh... - [chuckles]
Oh...
Doctor! Louisa! Salutations!
And who is this adorable moppet?
Oh, this is Peter Cronk.
- I have inner ear disorder. - No, you don't.
Doctor, your sweet Aunt Sarah, our guardian angel,
has kindly offered to escort us to the cliffs this year.
Happy to do it.
Oh, what a charming party we make.
Peter, did you know in 1951, the birds were...
- You on a date? - No.
No, it's nothing like that.
We both decided separately
to spend the day together.
She brought lunch, and I brought a beverage.
So, a date.
Good for you.
[Agnes] Sarah? My thermos!
Coming.
[birds chirping]
[indistinct chatter]
Yeah.
[laughs]
[groans]
Seems like your stomach is still bothering you.
Are you sure you're up to this? Maybe we should go back.
No, no, I'm perfectly fine.
Nothing can tear me away
from this chance to spot the golden-winged warbler.
[gasps] Dragonflies.
[chuckles]
Millicent, do not touch that plant.
I think you should come see me on Monday.
I'd like to check your cognitive responses,
run some basic brain health and memory tests...
Doctor, my brain is as fit as a fiddle.
This tea is my secret.
Filled with nutrients from Mother Earth,
we brew it ourselves.
Oh, look, the birds are here.
- Oh. - Oh.
[Louisa] It's so beautiful. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, Martin. Look!
It's just how I remember.
Oh...
Look.
[birds chirping]
Miss Louisa, I have to pee.
Oh, okay. Yeah, of course.
Just, you know, you can go into the woods there.
Nobody will see you.
Oh, no, no, thank you.
I, I don't really enjoy drinking earth.
Look... look on that branch.
[birds chirping]
It's the golden-winged warbler.
I can't believe it.
The golden-winged warbler.
It's all I've ever dreamed of.
A very, very pretty bird.
You know what? It's-it's-it's afternoon now.
I think maybe we should be starting back.
♪ Ah sweet songbird ♪
♪ Guide me to your heart ♪
♪ Show me all your love ♪
♪ Forever ♪
♪ Wings in flight ♪
♪ Through day and night ♪
♪ Your beauty is my life ♪
[screaming]
[gasping]
My pee was kind of orange.
Do I have obstructed bowel syndrome?
[birds chirping]
[Louisa] Uh...
Just doesn't make any sense.
Well, if she tripped and fell--
That's not what happened.
She leapt like she thought she could fly.
She was confused.
They recovered the body, by the way,
and I need you to sign the death cert.
That's short for "certificate." if you're up to it, doc.
No. I'm not signing this.
- 'Cause you need a hug first? - I'm never gonna need a hug.
Well, now, I feel like you really need a hug.
I'm not signing this because this was not an accident.
Oh, she must have had some underlying condition
that contributed to her mental instability.
Oh, man, underlying conditions are the worst.
[Martin] Okay, here. She had
a urinary tract infection six months ago.
Now, it's rare,
but maybe it blossomed into a case
of UTI psychosis.
What? That can happen?
I need to speak with Millicent Cloofe right now.
Give her some time, doc.
You know, her sister was just smooshed this morning.
You could see her tomorrow at the reading.
W-what reading?
Of the will. Agnes's will.
They're reading it tomorrow at dawn.
[instrumental music]
[indistinct chatter]
Aunt Sarah, have you seen Millicent Cloofe?
I need to talk to her about her sister's medical...
Oh, right.
Oh... right. I-I...
Uh, you must be broken up about this. Losing a close friend.
I wish I'd pushed that other one off the cliff
when I had the chance.
What?
Look, it's a small town.
We do people favors.
I mean, it's just two old women up there
on the top of that hill in that giant house,
all by themselves.
So I took them some groceries... once.
Next thing I know,
I'm scrubbing out the shower,
I'm changing the cat litter.
I insulated the basement.
I have been on call to those two old women
round the clock for decades,
and they're mean.
Once I made an omelet for Agnes,
and she didn't like it,
so she spit it into my hair.
But I'm thinking...
Millicent's not gonna last up there very long all by herself.
I say starvation gets her before Christmas,
and then I'll be free.
I am completely... appalled.
You and me both, sister.
Come on.
Let's go get this over with.
[door opens]
[door closes]
I need to speak with Millicent. I'll be right back.
No, no, no, no. Don't... Do that after.
Come down here and sit down with me.
I just can't believe Agnes is actually gone.
I can.
Maybe you should keep your feelings
a little more quiet to yourself this morning.
[whispers] Sorry.
I just had to vent.
Agnes has just been so...
particularly bad these last few months. I just--
What do you mean, particularly bad?
Just extra difficult, I mean.
Something must have just pushed her over the edge,
you know, mentally. Not the...
[George] Good morning, everyone.
Good morning.
In honor of dear sweet Agnes
who will be laid to rest next weekend...
We've gathered to hear her final wishes
laid out in a document entrusted to me.
Oh, okay.
Agnes's final, final wish
was to have her final wishes read aloud
by her "most cherished confidant,"
Sarah Best.
"Most cherished servants," more like it.
[whispers] Sarah.
Okay, coming.
- Can I borrow those? - Oh, well...
- Thanks. - Yes.
Yeah. Treasured friends.
Speak up, Sarah, and enunciate.
That's Agnes.
"The following 29 pages
shall detail the plans
for my week long celebration of life.
All readings and recitals shall be organized
promptly and efficiently by Sarah Best."
This really should have been me.
[Sarah] "In regards to my estate
upon the death of my Sister Millicent,
our home, the noble Cloofe Mansion erected in 1875,
shall be gifted to the one person
who looked after us selflessly
for so many years,
and a good and true soul.
And the very backbone of Port Wenn.
The Cloofe Mansion will be the new home of...
Clark Flanagan...
our longtime property manager."
Oh, congrats, Clark.
"Regarding the festivities leading up to my burial,
we have day one,
a celebration of song and dance.
Day five, Sarah Best
will make floral headdresses and cornbread
for the entire town."
This is all just so awful. Poor Agnes.
She just hadn't been herself lately.
In what way?
"Let us begin today by going down to the sea
and whispering our transgressions
into the waters.
Thank you. Bonne Chance. Adieu."
[Greg] We're gonna need you down at the beach, doc.
Yes. The last time we did this water whispering thing,
some people got hypothermia.
- No, I need to talk to... - No.
If I have to go, you have to go.
I mean, my brother has sold my house out from under me.
I am practically homeless, and now
they have given the mansion to Clark Flanagan.
And I have to make cornbread!
[grunts]
[door opens]
[splashing]
Why, Dr. Best, you're soaking wet.
Yes, I've been playing lifeguard
to an alarming number of transgressors
who do not know how to swim.
- Well, you're totally drenched. - Mm-hmm.
Why don't you just take everything off?
- Sally. - Oh, come on. You love it.
Our little "will they, won't they" repartee.
I definitely don't. And we definitely won't.
See, you can't resist.
I'm checking up on one of Agnes Cloofe's medications.
Dr. Reese prescribed an antibiotic six months ago,
for a UTI.
[Sally] Mm-hmm. Bactrim.
Looks like she never picked that prescription up.
So she never took the medication.
Not as far as I know.
Can you tell me exactly
where the Cloofe Mansion is?
I need to speak with Millicent right away.
Uh, of course, but she won't be there.
She should be over at The Salty Breeze by now.
The Salty Breeze? Why?
The first funeral event.
Tonight is the recitation
of Agnes's poetry.
- We could go together. - Bye, Sally.
[sighs] He loves it.
[dog whining]
- Hey, Dr. Best. - Peter.
I don't have time for any more nonsense.
Remember the other day when I thought
my pee was kind of orange?
Well, actually, now I think it's brown.
- Mm. - And ChatGPT says
"I may have uterine cancer."
You do not have a uterus.
And if your urine is actually discolored
and this isn't another imagined illness,
then you need to come in tomorrow and give me a sample.
So should we be considering ectopic pregnancy?
Goodbye, Peter.
[Elaine] "Water is water.
Is water.
Let it clean my form,
caressing my body
with its icy cool grip. Wash over me..."
Isn't this incredibly moving?
[Elaine] "But I cry out. No.
No. No.
No."
I think it speaks for itself.
[Elaine] "Until midnight
and the darkness destroys
my gentle, hidden cervix."
[applause]
[Sarah] Thank you so much, Elaine.
Thank you.
That was a very soulful
reading of... whatever that was.
We're gonna take a little break now,
uh, before we move into our third hour.
There's cornbread. Lots of it. Help yourself.
Please kill me immediately.
Really makes you think, doesn't it, doc?
I mean, Agnes dedicated her life to the arts and to beauty.
It's like, what am I dedicating my life to?
How am I gonna lift up people's souls?
Hopefully not reciting any more poetry.
All right.
[indistinct chatter]
[clears throat]
- Ms. Cloofe. - Uh...
I've been wanting to talk with you all day.
I am so sorry for your loss.
But your sister,
she had a urinary tract infection
several months ago.
- I remember. - Oh, you do?
Well, you see, I believe Agnes may have developed
a form of psychosis due to the untreated infection,
which may explain why she acted as she did.
In any event, I-I would like your permission
to examine her body and to test her for--
It's too late.
I've already had her cremated.
Oh. I didn't realize that--
Agnes died the way she lived, doctor.
Free. And now she's migrated to another plane.
Migrated. Like the birds.
[instrumental music]
- Oh, oh, oh. - [birds chirping]
[laughs]
Like this bird.
Oh, the golden-winged warbler.
[laughs]
Brrr!
Oh, oh, oh...
[laughs]
Crazy old bat.
How much longer you think she'll last, doc?
You don't seem to have a UTI.
But I am concerned
about your level of confusion.
And considering what happened...
Oh, yes.
Poor Agnes.
But now, doctor,
maybe there's real hope for you and I.
[laughs]
What? Is your stomach bothering you?
No.
But-but, yes. But, no.
I'll be fine
if I can take just the tiniest sip
of my tea.
Wait. Stop. What's in this?
[sniffs] Smells like mushroom.
It's just tea, doctor.
Harmless, home-brewed tea.
We collect the mushrooms from the woods near our home.
If you just excuse me one moment.
Contact the lab. I want a rush analysis on this tea.
And I need you to take Ms. Cloofe home,
and stay with her.
- Stay there? - Mm-hmm.
- Really? Why? - I don't want her left alone.
She's exhibiting similar symptoms to Agnes before she...
[Elaine] All right.
Wait. Where are you going?
I'm going hunting.
[animal howling]
[Mark] I love this, doc. Gettin' the team back together again!
On a manhunt. Feels good!
We're hunting mushrooms, not a man.
The only reason I asked you to join
is because I don't know these woods.
Can you shine your flashlight under that log right there?
Oh, you mushrooms under that log.
You come out with your stems up.
[grunting]
You should ask Louisa to come out
and help you with this, doc.
She knows all about mushrooms and stuff like that.
She knows a lot of stuff
about a lot of stuff.
You know, science and how to teach kids to read,
what to do in a bee attack.
But we don't need her.
We've got each other, buddy.
We are not gonna to die unhappy and alone.
Whoa.
Hey, now, Clark.
What are y'all doing up here? This is private property.
Well, we could be asking you the same thing.
I manage this property.
I've been taking care of the Cloofes' place
and these woods for years.
Right, and soon it will all be yours.
We'll see about that.
Look, we're just hunting for mushrooms.
Then you got to go down that way,
back where it's wetter.
Oh! I knew that. [snaps fingers]
Thank you, Clark.
Thank you. Come on, doc.
[animal howling]
[birds squawking]
[boat revving]
[birds chirping]
Well, I thought the mushrooms
might be poisonous or psychedelic, mind altering.
Oh, no, I've-I've cooked with all of these.
In fact, I, uh, I put this one in the meatloaf
that I, I made for the day that we went to see the birds.
- You made meatloaf? - I did.
I mean, I know I said nothing fancy, but I just...
Mm-hmm. I made lemonade. Fresh.
It was in a small bottle in my pocket.
- You did? - Mm.
[clears throat] Well, it's a...
a shame that we didn't, uh, get, to...
- Yes. Unfortunate. - Yeah.
- Really.
Uh, well, I-I still have the-the meatloaf,
and if-if you still have the lemonade...
- Maybe we could, um... - Get together.
- Properly. - Sure.
For a real... date.
[chuckles]
[knock on door]
[Mark] Hey, doc? You home?
- [door opens] - [Mark] Hey, partner.
Okay, so I'm thinking we get out of here,
go get some brews, talk about some buddy stuff.
Hey, Louisa. Hey. Hi.
Yeah, I, uh, I-I called Louisa about the mushrooms.
- Yes. - As you suggested.
- Cool. - [door opens]
- [Elaine] Doc? - [door closes]
Do we have, like, Advil or Pepto-Bismol or something?
Elaine, what are you doing here? I-I thought
I told you to stay with Millicent Cloofe.
Yeah, you gotta ask somebody else to do that.
'Cause I need a break, and my stomach is killing.
Your stomach?
Uh, that's just like Agnes and Millicent.
- Did you drink their tea? - Yeah.
- Was I not supposed to? - Okay, but, uh...
Because the mushrooms are fine.
I mean, the tea's probably okay, right?
Unless someone put something into the tea.
[Elaine] Did you guys know that the roof
up at the Cloofe Mansion has been leaking
- horribly for months. - What?
[Elaine] Ever since that big storm we had.
The walls upstairs, they're just completely wrecked.
It's so sad. I had no idea they were living like that.
This is Dr. Martin Best.
Uh, I had a rush order yesterday.
An analysis of a liquid, some tea.
[man on phone] Oh, Dr. Best, we haven't gotten
to the tea yet, but we've been trying to reach you
about Millicent Cloofe's blood sample.
Her blood? What about her blood?
[man on phone] It showed very high levels of arsenic.
Arsenic?
[pensive music]
If you get in there, it's like the roof is coming--
[gasps]
- Oh... - Arsenic.
That would explain the delusions,
and the stomach pains.
Oh, damn, it's a legit attempt to murder!
Who would wanna poison the Cloofe sisters?
It's that Clark Flanagan. He wants the house.
- I don't know, I... - It is a manhunt, doc.
Shoot, I should've worn my other pants.
You guys, you're being so ridiculous.
Clark Flanagan, he's so sweet. He's completely harmless.
Actually, he's up at the Cloofe Mansion right now.
- With Peter Cronk. - With Peter?
Wh... Why is Peter there?
They're going hunting in the woods, I think.
- Let's go. - Yeah.
- I'm gonna get my bag. - Let's go.
- You don't. - What do you mean?
- Okay. - What is...
- Stay here. - [Elaine] Doc.
Drink as much water as you can.
Yep, yep. Right now.
- Thank you. - [Sarah] Hey, watch it.
I've folded so many funeral programs...
I need muscle relaxants. What's going on?
Sarah, I need you to stay here with Elaine.
Get her to drink as much water as possible.
The ambulance is meeting us at the Cloofe Mansion.
- Come on. - We may have had people
exposed to a toxic substance.
Someone's tryin' to kill Millicent Cloofe!
[siren wailing]
Really?
- [siren wailing] - [dramatic music]
[Mark] Clark, we gotta talk to you.
- Get away from that boy. - He's not feeling well!
[Martin] Did you give him that tea?
- Did you poison these people? - Poison them?
You gotta be kidding me.
Those crazy old biddies are trying to leave
this crumbling dump to me.
You think I want to take on that tax burden? No way.
[Louisa] Peter. Peter, are you all right?
- I don't feel well. - Okay.
I always looked after him on Tuesday afternoons,
we go looking for bugs and butterflies. But his stomach--
We need to get Peter some water immediately.
[clattering]
That old woman in there. She's not right in the head.
Mark, let's go.
[Clark] Something bad in that house!
Clark, don't move.
Really?
Okay, I'm gonna sweep the perimeter.
But not, like, with a broom.
'Cause this place a mess, you know?
I'm just gonna check all the rooms.
Yeah, I understand. What...
What are you doing?
Just put...
Understand what a perimeter check is.
[Millicent laughs]
[Millicent] Oh, oh.
- Millicent? - [Millicent laughs]
[Millicent] Brrr!
Millicent?
[water dripping]
[suspenseful music]
It's the wallpaper.
[Mark] What's happenin' up there, doc?
It's the wallpaper!
Scheele's copper green.
Made with arsenic over a 150 years ago.
It's not dangerous unless disturbed.
Oh, Dr. Best, you have come to me.
No, Millicent, I came for you.
You're being poisoned by the air in this room,
and we need to get you out of this house right now.
No, I'd rather fly.
Like the golden-winged warbler.
To be free, like a bird!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Not flying today.
Not this time.
[groaning]
[Louisa] Okay. What do you mean the wallpaper?
The water damage from the leaking roof
unleashed a toxic cloud of arsenic.
- Let's put her down right here. - Okay.
Inhaled arsenic exposure causes
stomach pain, and then confusion.
They'll be fine with some IV fluids,
perhaps Chelation therapy.
And Millicent may require dialysis...
[screaming]
Peter. Peter. Peter sweetheart.
You're saying the house did that to these people?
The original wallpaper is toxic. I mean, it's very old--
[Peter] Ah! It hurts so bad, Miss Louisa.
I know, sweetheart. You're going to be okay. Okay?
- What? What is it? - That boy.
Far as I know, he never went in the house.
- He never-- - He wasn't exposed
to no toxic wallpaper.
He's been holding his gut
since I picked him up this morning.
- Well, then how-- - [Peter] Hurts so bad.
Okay, okay, sweetheart, where-where does it hurt?
- My, my shoulder. - Your left shoulder?
- Where else? - Now here.
Now there? Okay.
[Peter] I looked up my symptoms online.
My pee was kind of...
[Martin] There's nothing wrong.
[Peter] Do I have obstructed bowel syndrome?
[Louisa] Your left shoulder?
[Peter] Well, actually, now I think it's brown.
- Hurts so bad. - Okay, okay, sweetheart.
Peter, you said your urine was brown.
For how long? Three, four days?
- Since the birds? - Yeah.
And does it hurt here?
Or just up on your shoulder?
Both I think.
Yep, got it. Hey, the ambulance is here!
Okay, Mark, I need you to take Millicent
to the hospital in your car.
Clark, no one inside that house.
- All right. - Gotcha, partner. Understood.
If it's not arsenic, then what's going on?
His spleen is dangerously enlarged,
and these things can come on very quick.
And he's been trying to tell me for the last week,
but I didn't take him seriously.
I'm gonna call his mom, okay?
No, I want to go!
[screams]
[groaning]
[siren wailing]
Hey there.
What's happening?
Oh, we're in the ambulance, Peter. Okay?
Martin thinks that maybe you injured
one of your important organs.
Which one?
Your spleen.
[breathing heavily] Will I be okay?
If I have anything to do with it, yes.
[tense music]
He's gonna be okay, Martin. Tell me he's gonna be okay.
He's gonna be all right, Martin, right?
- He's gonna be all right. - His enlarged spleen
likely burst when he fell.
He may have internal bleeding.
[Daniel] You know, I've seen this kind of thing before.
Kids fall down. Eventually, they get back up.
It's probably just a cracked rib.
- Are you a doctor? - Uh, no.
- I'm an EMT, trainee. - Okay.
How long until we get to the hospital?
- Like a half hour. - Oh, my God.
Lot of traffic today.
But he's gonna be fine. Really.
[machine beeping]
Oh, his blood pressure's way off.
[Louisa] W-w-what's happening?
He's bleeding out. Do you have saline?
Um, yeah, there's a 0.9 normal saline.
[Martin] Okay, get a line in him.
Yeah, he needs fluids. Now!
[dramatic music]
I, uh, I-I can't find the vein.
Because there's nothing in him. Here.
[heavy breathing]
Here, put his legs up.
[tense music]
Okay.
Okay, Louisa, listen.
I-I need you to squeeze that bag as hard as you can.
- Okay. - Okay. When it gets
to the bottom, just twist it all the way out.
[Louisa] Yeah, you got it.
[Martin] Blood pressure? [Daniel] Still falling.
[grunts] We have to stop the bleeding.
[exhales]
Do you have a blade?
Yeah, but, I-I don't have anesthetic.
Oh. He's out. He's not gonna feel anything.
Okay, we're doing this.
[Martin] Uh...
I need gloves, disinfectant, and hemostat.
All right.
Prep his upper left quadrant.
[siren wailing]
- Scalpel? - What?
[breathing heavily]
- I may vomit. - Oh, okay.
That's okay. Uh, uh, yeah, you-you can vomit.
What can you vomit in? You're gonna vomit in this bag.
- Can you vomit in this bag? - Uh, this is my dinner. But--
Yeah, yeah, he's gonna vomit in this bag.
Okay.
Okay, Martin, there you go.
- You got this. Okay? - Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.
[Martin groans]
[gasps] Oh, my God.
[Louisa] Oh...
Here.
Oh...
- Yeah. - It's his spleen.
Okay, hemostat?
- Hemostat? - Hurry!
[exhales] If I can just...
clamp down...
the splenic artery...
I could buy us a little time.
- Oh! - Damn it. Damn it! It broke.
- Do you have another? - No. Uh, I don't...
I don't think so. I-I don't know.
- I'm just a trainee. - Oh, my gosh.
All right, just... All right.
I-I'm just gonna have to hold it by hand.
Martin. Martin. Martin, look at me.
Martin, look. Look at me. Look at me.
Mm-hmm. Mm-mm.
Breathe. Yeah.
- Inhale. Exhale. - [breathing heavily]
Look at me. Look at me.
[breathing heavily]
BP's coming back.
- Okay. - Okay.
[breathing heavily]
[Martin] All right, that's all we can do.
We just radio ahead, tell him what we know,
and tell him to have a functioning hemostat
standing by.
[gasping]
I need you to get him prepped for surgery right away.
The bleeding's stabilized.
Alert the OR that he's landed.
We'll take it from here. He's okay.
He's going to be okay.
Let's get him upstairs.
Martin, you--
I should have recognized Peter's symptoms sooner.
I mean, if he hadn't been crying wolf for the last few weeks--
Martin, please don't. Don't blame yourself.
What kind of doctor am I?
I-I can't even deal with blood.
Martin, stop it.
Phobia or no phobia,
you-you just saved that little boy's life.
Adrenaline is what got me through.
No, you got you through.
Look, I... I saw it.
I was right there.
You dealt with all that other craziness,
and-and you actually figured out what was wrong.
You dealt with that idiot EMT.
You saved Peter's life. You did that. You!
[instrumental music]
Hey, Martin, buddy, we got Millicent over to the hospital.
Not sure if you're here yet, but if...
Um...
Um, I'm gonna call you back, buddy.
[music continues]
Oh...
[birds chirping]
[Louisa laughs]
Oh, what an insane night.
You know, first arsenic poisoning,
and then a splenectomy, and then...
I'm sort of glad, though,
that it happened this way.
- Feels like fate. - Mm.
Are you... Do you...
Would you like to... Are you coming in?
I probably shouldn't.
Oh, okay.
Um, why not?
It's very late. I mean, early.
Very late from the previous day.
Making it early, you know, now.
And we were both up all night in the hospital.
I know, but I don't.
[chuckles]
Listen, I don't want to make you...
We were both riding the adrenaline of the moment.
But I'm happy to pretend it never happened.
[birds chirping]
Pretend it never happened?
- Martin... - Oh, just laugh it off.
It's what we both want, I'm sure.
[soft music]
[inhales sharply]
[door opens]
[Martin] Goodnight.
[door closes]
[Greg] Gone to heaven now.
Never to be forgotten.
A beautiful woman.
A wonderful life.
- Amen. - [all] Amen.
In closing, Agnes requested the final words
spoken over her ashes be those of Sarah Best.
No.
I made the cornbread. I made the headdresses.
I led the naked midnight walk.
I will not speak. I am done.
You're making a spectacle of yourself.
You have no idea the kind of spectacle
I could make of myself.
Well, this is the end.
And someone has to close the ceremony out.
I mean, I suppose I could recite.
Please don't.
Um, I...
I have Agnes' journal with me.
I could read another poem.
- Okay. - Oh, yes, dear. Please do.
Uh, okay. Ahem.
Okay.
[clears throat]
"Sunrise.
Sunset.
Each day is a new opportunity...
to create beauty.
To sing, dance,
to create, live, make poetry.
Make art, make love.
But no light will shine forever.
The sun will go down on all of us.
And I choose to cherish these moments...
these faces before you.
So when I do cross over...
into that magnificent sunlight...
you will hear my happy song."
[birds chirping]
[gasps]
[birds chirping]
- Amen. - [all] Amen.
[applause]
Oh, my dear, that was wonderful.
Do you know what?
Now I think I know, like,
exactly what I'm supposed to be doing.
- What is it? - What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna apply to drama school in New York.
[Greg] Oh...
I'm an actress.
- Yes. - You're actress.
Yes, you are.
Oh...
♪ Leaves are changing ♪
♪ Summer's fading away ♪
♪ Feel the cold wind blowing on my face ♪
♪ Leaves are changing so am I ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ Leaves are changing so am I ♪
[Sarah] Oh, look at that.
Isn't it beautiful?
[sighs] Yes.
Well, somebody's grumpy.
Is it Peter?
Thought you said he was going to be okay.
He'll be fine. You can live well without a spleen.
No, he'll be okay.
- [Sarah] Ooh. - [birds chirping]
You know, I've been feeling a little bad, too.
- [Martin] About? - The Cloofes.
Some things I've said.
My whole attitude about them, really.
The dirt I put in the cornbread.
[chuckles] I'm kidding.
But I do think I've been a little afraid
that maybe I'm turning into them.
Turning into Agnes Cloofe?
Yes.
A mean old spinster without family,
without a house even,
if your father kicks me out.
You'll have me. I'm your family.
You can stay at my house if necessary.
We'll have each other.
Thank you.
[birds chirping]
[Sarah] Ooh!
You just remember,
whatever is going on,
everything passes.
Just like the birds overhead.
Look at that.
I hope they don't poop on me.
[Sarah chuckles]
[theme music]