"Ow." "Question is... what happened to your parry cut?" "My hand's cramping." "Okay." "Let me take a look." "No." "No, don't make this about me." "Please just tell me... tell me what's going on with you." " Nothing." " You're so intense, and the whole point of fencing is to relax before your big surgery." "I'm completely relaxed." "You just said you were excited." " En garde!" " Shahir!" "Talk to me." "Alex, have you ever been in love, hmm?" "Where it's hopeless, impossible even?" "Shahir, nothing's hopeless." "He's married, and he's straight." "Okay." "So, you have a crush on someone..." "This isn't some crush." "I've never felt this way." "You know, I can't eat." "I can't sleep." "I can't even breathe." "It's awful." "Yeah." "That's love." "Okay, so, what do I do about it?" "I wish I knew." "Charlie, just imagine... you and me having a baby." "Dawn, we just started..." "Hooking up." "I know that's what it is." "I..." "I'm not asking you to commit to me in any way." "I just..." "Want me to impregnate you?" "Well, you make it sound so clinical." "Oh, I'm making it sound clinical?" "I'm not asking you to co-parent." "Uh, did you ever think that maybe I'd want to co-parent?" "You would be a great dad." "And I know that I would be a good mom." "Now is the time for you to agree with me." " What do you want me to do, Dawn?" " Just... you know, I want you to do what you've been doing." "And... go see Dr. Katz." "What?" "!" "What?" "I can't leave anything to chance." "Dawn, I'm gonna need a little time to think about this." "Absolutely." "I made you an appointment for 11:00." "Hey, did you think, uh, Verlander's lost velocity on his fastball?" "He's pitching like he has." "Why, is he on your fantasy ball team?" "Yeah." "He cost me half my payroll, and you and Reycraft still got all the good players." "My advice is dump his ass." "So, what do we got?" "Guy was texting and walked in front of a streetcar." "He's got a shattered pelvis, severed left leg, massive internal bleeding." "And that would be...?" "The least of his problems." "Come on." "Okay, this is getting way out of hand, sister." " What?" " Every time I look at you, you're suturing." "I'm practicing." "Which means Shahir asked you to assist on his omentum surgery, which means you're gonna put in a good word for me." "Nope." "Harsh." "He asked Reycraft." "The surgery is so experimental," "Dawn insisted it needed a staff surgeon." "Well, that sucks." "At least I didn't find you sexy-skyping with Joel again." "New Zealand's a 16-hour time difference, and it was just regular skyping." "Mm-hmm." "In a slinky negligee?" "In my room, which is private... roomie." "You know, I might have some skirts you could hem." "Go." "Any medications?" " Statin." "It's for high cholesterol." " Statin's okay." "Have you ever been under a general anesthetic?" "Yes, and no complications." "I think that's enough questions, yeah?" "Oh, he's just going through the checklist, sir... which, legend has it, you wrote." "Great to see you, Thomas." "Hey." "Now get this appendix the hell out of me before it blows." "All right." "Let me have a feel." "Okay." "Oh, god." "Sam taught me first year." "The reason I became a surgeon." "Well, I don't know about that." "Well, it's a pleasure, Dr. Campbell." "All right, if we're done, I'm dying here." "Let's 'scope this sucker." "Uh, you know what?" "I'm afraid I can't go in laparoscopically." "Damn." "It's the scarring, right?" "Well, you know what?" "It's like you always say... it takes a knife to save a life." "Student becomes the teacher." "I'll see you in there, okay?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Give me that." "You were lucky to have had a mentor." "Yeah." "But I did a lousy job of keeping up." "Ah, never too late, my friend." "Scissors." "Thank you." " Good cut." " Thank you." "Yeah, before I did my general rotation with Sam," "I thought I'd be a G.P." "Okay." "Suture this base." "4-0 suture?" "No. 3." "Forceps." "Yeah, so, uh... so, what happened?" "Ah, well, first day of rounds, he's trash-talking G.P.s, saying that a real doctor uses a scalpel..." " Yeah." " Not a rectal thermometer." "Ah." "I'm kind of scrappy, so I say," ""hey, I'd be proud to be a G.P."" "Next thing I know, he hauls me into the O.R." "and has me cut into a kid and retrieve a bullet." "First day?" " Mm." "First day." " Wow." "Yeah, love it." "Love it." "Okay." "My god." "Why is he bleeding?" "It's not his blood." "You cut me." "I'm really sorry." "It's just that your..." "your hand moved and..." "Geez." "Whoa." "My hand moved?" "You're not laying this on me." "Listen, I know it's my fault." "You're damn right it's your fault!" "But please-please don't report this." "Rian, that needle went through him, and it punctured me." " We both got to get tested." " I understand that." "What I'm saying... it's one mistake." "Well, it has consequences, doctor." "I need you to understand this is a new and unproven therapy." "There's not even a protocol for it." "I-I get it." "You're the Stockhausen of brain surgery." "Maria, it's hot." "A fearless renegade, ahead of his time." "Although I-I prefer Mozart." "Not that I'm comparing myself to either genius." "Yeah, well, we're-we're desperate." "Anything's better than living like this." "We... we should be traveling the world." "Bali?" "Did we go to Bali?" "Five years ago, Kuta Beach." "And now we're looking for apartments in assisted living." "Kuta Beach?" "Mm-hmm." "She turns 42 next week." "♪ But my brain and bum are 100 ♪" "She's still the only one that can make me laugh." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "Well, as we've discussed, omentum transplantation is a radical development." "So was the early-onset Alzheimer's." "I've seen it as young as 28." "Not that that's any comfort." "But if the surgery is a success, you'll see improvement." "I can't even let myself go there." "I understand." "I used to know the names of all the flowers." "Ah." "That's a... that's a Lily." "It's like the word is hiding behind a locked door." "I know he's my husband, but I don't even know his name." "It's... it's Malcolm." "Maria." "Malcolm." "Is it possible that, under this smiley face," " I'm actually a bad person?" " You're back." "Again." "Nobody sutures better than Alex, but today she got passed over for this big surgery, and maybe I felt just a little tiny bit... happy about it." "I'm a horrible friend, aren't I?" " Maggie..." " This is doctor/patient privilege, right?" "No, because you're not my patient." "I know, but Gavin used to let me come in here..." " and I'm not your boyfriend." " Duh." "And just so you know, I'm celibate." " Alex, you're up." " What's going on?" "Larouche nicked Reycraft during surgery." "I hope he's all right." "I need you to assist on my omentum transplant." "Has Dawn signed off on me?" "It's been months in the planning." "It was either you or cancel it." "Oh." "Not exactly a ringing endorsement." "I need you to walk Malcolm... my patient's husband... through your end of the procedure." "What, now?" "Yes." "Now." "Okay." "Okay." "There's a selection of visual aids, if required." "Mm-hmm." "You have 15 minutes." "Oh, that should be..." "It should be enough time." "Once you produce a sample, we'll do a semen analysis and assess your motility." "Good luck." "Thank you." "Dr. Harris," "I didn't realize you and Dr. Bell were a couple." "We're..." "Thank you." "Mm." "Hey." "Okay." "Am I in hell?" "Jury's still out." "Um, you're, uh..." "Dead?" "Yeah." "You lost a leg and bled out on the table." "We, um, couldn't save you." "Yeah, well, I guess walking in front of a streetcar didn't help." "No." "I-is this a-a relaxation thing?" "Uh, no." "No, just, uh, trying to help a friend out, I guess." "Helping hand." "Yeah." "Well, I-I-I guess I'll leave you to it." "Yeah, probably isn't a..." "Actually, could you do me a...?" "I-I-I just need one thing." "No, honey, I'm fine." "There's no need to come up." "Look, I got to go." "Love you, too." "Whoever said "third time lucky" never got to three." "Boy, you two look glum." "Have I got cancer or something?" "No, no." "Everything went well." "Good." "Yeah." "There was, uh... there was one small hiccup." "Yeah?" "In the course of closing, I nicked Dr. Reycraft, sir." "Don't tell me." "Retention needle." "How'd you know?" "I got them banned from my hospital." "The blunt ones are just as good with none of the risks." "Well, Sam, uh-uh, listen." "Uh, some of my blood..." "It happens." "Okay, but I just..." "I was tested six weeks ago..." "I know you." "I'm not worried." "Ah, well." "And, um, I mean, you don't...?" "Have any blood-borne diseases?" "No." "Okay, I'm I hate to ask." "I wouldn't have trained you very well if you didn't." "It was completely my fault, sir." "30 years in the O.R.," "I've been nicked more than a few times." "All right, old guy." "Get some rest, huh?" "Sure." "Yeah." "They're my things." "Well, you're dead." "There's a protocol." "Zach." "Hey." "What do you need?" " Oliver Flemmer." " I'm doing his paperwork." "Yeah." "I need to go through his personal effects." "Show me your underwear." "Say what?" "Well, you're so quick to violate his privacy." " How about I violate yours?" " Well..." "There's just something I need to check." "All personal possessions accompany the body to the funeral home unless taken by the family." " You know that." " They're right there." "Look, stop being opaque, Charlie." "Now, what's this vague something you speak of?" "Tell him I told you something before I passed." "It's just something he told me before he..." "What, he came to again?" "Yes." "You were, um... you were busy doing some... something else." "Say it's highly embarrassing." "It's just a little bit embarrassing, and if his kids find out, they're gonna be..." "No." "Not unless you trade me Dustin "Pedrilla."" "It's Dustin Pedroia, and no." "You know what it took for me to get that gutsy little all-star?" " Forget about it." " Look, I don't care." "He's just a bunch of stats to me." "But that's the deal..." "Dustin Pedroia for the bag." "Mother..." "So, I will be harvesting your wife's omentum." "Harvesting?" "The omentum is a sheet of fatty tissue that covers your abdomen and your organs." "It's rich with neurotransmitters, so..." "Dr. Reid is going to stretch it and plant it on your brain." "What on earth for?" "Well, with any luck, it will grow new blood vessels and help oxygenate your brain." "What's left of it." "The omentum could actually help regrow it, improve your memory." "Sounds crazy." "Dr. Hamza is an incredible s..." "You don't have to tell me." "We hit the jackpot with that guy." "And he has a crush on you." "No, he doesn't." "So, Malcolm, do you understand the procedure you're consenting to on your wife's behalf?" "Mm-hmm." "Right." "Sorry." "It's nothing, just a bit of carpal tunnel." "I've seen my share of hand cramping." "That looks more like focal dystonia." " Are you a doctor?" " A violinist." "Musicians get it a lot." "A buddy of mine had to quit the London Symphony because his hand just stopped working." "Well, I don't have focal dystonia." "Good." " Because if you did..." " But I don't." "We are done here." "You've left motherhood late." "I've been busy... the whole chief-of-surgery thing." "Well, let's hope it's not too late." "I'm not worried." "I've always been the exception to the rule." "It's biology." "There are no exceptions to this rule." "I ovulate like this." "I could drop an egg for fun, if you'd like, right here, right now." "No." "That's fine." "Thank you." "So, the lower the FSH reading, the better, obviously." "Like golf." "Okay, we done?" "We're done." "Okay." "Put a rush on it, will you?" "Do you mind?" "Oh, it's just a medical chart." "Thought it was your fantasy baseball team." "Nope." "Just closing out my appendicitis in 404." "That's your mentor?" "Yeah." "You know, the difference between a surgeon and an E.R. doctor is that you cut things out of people and I read their stats." "This... that's a bad number." "Yeah, well, not if you consider he's on mega-statins for high cholesterol." "Well, this looks like a preexisting condition." "Seriously?" "I'd run a full panel." "He's... he's like a father to me." "Well, my bet... daddy's got hep "C."" "Do you ever think about after it's over?" "Death?" "Retirement." "Ugh." "That's what accountants are for." "I mean, if you have to." "Well, sure, I've thought about it." "I had cancer." "So, you could just walk away?" "Well, you know what they say... no one ever dies wishing they'd spent more time at the office." "I might be the first." "What's up?" "What?" "Oh, nothing." "I'm-I'm fine." "Really?" "Haven't even written your boards, you're already worried about early retirement." "Okay." "Okay, here's the thing." "Um..." "I've been having some weirdness with my hand." "I'm sure it's nothing." "Weirdness with your hand." "Hmm." "Can I see?" "Any pain?" "Not really." "It's more like a-a random cramping." "It's hard to describe, but whenever I search symptoms, it suggests focal dystonia." "You feel that?" "Yeah." "It mainly just spasms while I'm suturing." "Okay, here." "This is your needle." "Show me." " Uh..." " Oh." "Like that." "Yep." "That's the diagnosis... involuntary cramping due to specific movement." "But how have you been treating it?" "Because most idiots, you know, start to overcompensate." "Like, musicians tend to practice for hours." "Then that's what you've been doing, isn't it?" "You've been practicing your suturing." " Yes." " That's the worst thing you can do." "Well, I have to do something." "Long-term physio is quite effective." "I need short-term." "How about botox?" "Quick shot to the first dorsal, calm things down for a while." "Side effects?" "Oh, well, there's always side effects, right?" "But... think about it." "Hey." "Still playing the ponies?" "At least horses don't disappoint like humans, and when they do, you can shoot them." "Right." "You're right." "So, I, um..." "I ran a full blood panel." "Yeah?" "And, uh, Sam, you're... you're hep "C"-positive." "What?" "You... you got to be kidding me." "I mean, it... it's bad news, yes, but it's manageable." "Well, sure." "And... and you?" "I'll-I'll go on interferon." "Oh, my god." "It's just in case." "Well, who's gonna let me operate now?" "Nobody's gonna refer patients to a hep "C"-positive surgeon." "What if you didn't report it?" "You got to get treated." "I got to get tested." "No, of course." "All I'm saying is, to my insurer." "We can't bury this." "No." "Of course." "I'm sorry." "I-I-I don't know what's wrong with me." "No, no, it's-it's fine." "It's..." "I mean, you're in shock." "It's... it's totally understandable." "Yeah." "This is a career-ender, Tom." "No, not necessarily." "No." "It is." "And you know it." "So, what is it I'm looking for?" "What's, uh... what's so embarrassing?" "A key, a small key." "This it?" "Yeah." "Now, all you got to do is retrieve the lockbox that it opens." "No." "You said one thing." "This is my one thing." "Well, it's a two-part one thing." "What's in the box, Oliver?" "Some cash." "How much?" "$20,000." "Not what you think." "I went bankrupt, okay?" "I got to keep income off the books." "So you keep your money in a lockbox?" "I'm a liquidator." "It's a cash business." "When I died, I was on my way to buy 20 skids at 200 boxes a skid of bohemian lead crystal." "Well, I'd say that ship has sailed." "Oh, no, no." "The deal's still good." "All you got to do is pay the guy that I'm buying it off of." " Uh, no." " Why not?" "Look, for starters, it sounds illegal." "No, this stuff was seized by customs 'cause they didn't pay the duty." "It's legit." "No." "Just, um... no." "Charlie." "No!" "I'm not buying your crystal for you, Oliver." "Malcolm mentioned an issue with your hand." "It's fine." "Alex, everything hangs on your ability to stretch his wife's omentum from her stomach to her brain." "Not to worry." "It's very malleable, stretches like dough." "Yep, just like making a pizza, which I happen to be very good at, by the way." "You've never made a pizza, clearly." "Alex, if you truly have a problem," "I have to cancel the surgery." "Shahir, I'm fine, okay?" "Okay, I'll see you in there." "And, Dr. Lin, if you want, you can join, too." "Oh, this is gonna be super fun." "Okay." "Hey." "If you botox my hand now, will I be able to operate this afternoon?" "Sure." "Okay." "I want it." "Shahir needs me." "I can't let him down." "That's all there is to it." "Flex." "Good." "Thank you." "Of course." "What more can I say except to say that I apologize?" "No, you-you know what?" "You can go down to the lab and tell them that you mislabeled Dr. Campbell's blood work." "Just give them these." "Get them to re-label." "This says John Smith." "Mm-hmm." "That's right." "Do you... do you want me to..." "Lie?" "Yes." "What if they don't believe me?" "Play to your strength." "I'm sorry." "Now, what is my strength?" "You're an idiot." "Plead rookie mistake." "They'll cut you some slack." "Okay." " Hi." " Hi." "Is that my pen?" "Yeah." "It's old, but still producing ink." "Ho, ho!" "How is Dr. Katz?" "Uh, good." "So?" "We kind of got waylaid." "Look, Charlie, if you're not into this, I..." "No, Dawn, I'm..." "I'm feeling good about this." "It's, uh..." "It's nice to think about the future and not the past." " Bye." " Bye." "Come on!" "Got to stop interrupting me." "No, not until you say yes." "Can't you get one of your kids to do it?" "I told them I'd stop with my business ventures." "I wouldn't want them to be disappointed." "You died." "I'm pretty sure they're more concerned about that right now." "Well, you don't know what it's like." "You're not a failure." "You're not a failure, Oliver." "Oh, yes, I am." "I'm a classic failure." "I collected Tiffany lamps, figured they'd always go up in value." "And then when I went bankrupt," "I tried to sell them..." "all fakes, every one." "Now I'm finally onto something good." "Let it lie." "No." "And I'm gonna haunt you until you do my deal for me." "Okay, first it was one thing." "Then it was two." "Now it... now-now it's "deal"?" "It's for my kids." "You know, as far as they're concerned," "I'm leaving them nothing but debts." "But if I can turn this 20 grand into 60..." "Oh, come on, Charlie, please." "I'll call your kids." "I'll let them decide." "Best I can do." "Okay, there's..." "there's just one other thing." "Played to my strength." "Whoa, whoa, wait." "So, y-you got it sorted?" "I said I made a mistake, got the patients confused, it won't happen again." "So, we're even?" " Yep." " Let me tell you something, okay?" "If anyone finds out about this, it's not just Dr. Campbell's career on the line." "Do you understand that?" "So don't tell anyone." "This is the main blood supply." "You want to tie that one off, Maggie?" "Okay." "Scissors." "So, Maria's husband seems like an interesting guy." "He is." "He's a musician." "Oh." "Who is he?" "Do I know him?" "He plays first chair in a chamber music group." "Hot." "Musicians' hands are the sexiest." "He'd be a totally inappropriate boyfriend for you." "Don't encourage her." "Besides, he's a... he's-he's happily married, so..." "Are you okay?" "I'm fine." "Hand me the shunt passer." "Okay, okay." "Watch the lung." "Shahir, you look clammy." "I'm fine." "May I have some water, please?" " Put a stitch in it, Maggie." " Mm-hmm." "Okay." "Okay." "Okay." "Here we go." "Good." "She's all yours." "Okay." "Shahir, you're drenched in sweat." "I just need to lay the omentum over the brain." "Uh, no, no." "She's... she's right." "You look like you're about to pass out." "What's going on?" "Side cutter." "Alex?" " Yeah." " Can you take my pulse?" "It's possible I might be having a heart attack." "What?" "Maggie, page Dawn." "Shahir, you've got to stop." "I can't now, not when the dura's exposed." " You're in A-fib." " I have no choice." "If I don't finish, the omentum will be useless." "There will be no second chance for Malcolm..." "I mean her." "Bone flap!" "Bone flap!" "Dr. Sharpe, do you have any sublingual nitro?" " Nitro galore." " Give it to him." "Page neuro." "See who's on call." "Nasal prongs, and set oxygen at five liters a minute." "And let's get an EKG on him." "Okay, Shahir, we're gonna pull your pants down." "I'm gonna wire you up with some EKG leads." "Just take a nice, deep breath." "Okay." "Dawn's not answering." "I'm gonna go." "Go find her." "Okay, nice, deep breath." " Okay." " Okay." "I just..." "I just need to finish reattaching the skull." "I know." "Slow your breathing." "You're gonna be okay." "Okay." "Okay." "I-I can't tell you how sick I feel about this." "Mm." "Um... so, listen, your blood work is in the system... under the name John Smith." "Excuse me?" "I know you'll take precautions." "Of course, but... you're saying my insurance company won't find out I have hep "C"?" "You don't." "John Smith does." "You did this for me?" "I'm gonna go get tested now." "Wish me luck." "Hey." "Good luck." "Whichever way this goes, I've got your back." "I've been doing this dance nearly five years." "I'm getting pretty good at it." "What?" "I'm just saying, uh, whatever happens..." "You knew about this?" "Th-th-that we'll deal with this." "Wait." "You knew about this the whole time?" "What's it matter now?" "I did what I had to do." "So will you." "Right." "I got your blood test back." "So, what's my FSH?" "I'm guessing 6, 7?" "22." "22?" "Your eggs are..." "Paleolithic." "Yeah, I get it." "Dawn, with these levels," "I think we should be considering egg donation." "We?" "You're saying that I ca..." "Me?" "You're saying I can't have a child?" "Given your age and these numbers, probably not." "I'm sorry." "Dr. Bell, Dr. Hamza is having a heart attack." "We need you." "Shahir, I am ordering you to stop." "You have elevations in V4 through V6." "Stop working, or you will die." "Alex, are you sure you can close?" "Yes." "Go." "Okay." "Okay." "Get me to an angioplasty suite." "And stent me." "Okay." "He died as he lived." "I mean, what kind of grown man walks in front of a streetcar?" "The... the same kind who leaves his kids a treasure map." "That's not his writing." "Uh, no, that's-that's mine." "I kind of drew this out for him." "Is that, um, grenadier pond?" "Yeah." "Let's go, Danny." "Charlie, you can't let her leave." "Pauline!" "Uh, don't you want to... at least want to see where the treasure is buried?" "There is no treasure." "We don't know that!" "It's the easter-egg hunt all over again." "Ugh." "She always brings that up." "Every year, we'd have an easter-egg hunt, and we'd never find any eggs." "You know why?" "Because he never hid any." "But we had fun." "Um, guys, this is kind of like a deathbed confession." "I can't see your father lying about this." "It's never lying to him." "He thinks if you dream hard enough, dreams come true." "They did that one time." "But they were somebody else's eggs." "I-is that the creek up below bloor?" "Yeah, yeah, and this is a large berm with, uh, an oak tree on top." "That's an evergreen." "It's... a tree." "Um, and this is the culvert where the treasure is buried." "Excuse me." "Sorry, guys." "I have to..." "I have to go." "You'll have to excuse me." "This doesn't just happen." "There had to be some warning signs, some symptoms that you missed." "I didn't notice anything unusual." "Maybe it's the 20-hour days you've been pulling." "Could be, but that's not about to change." "Shahir, I heard you had a heart attack." "Minor infarct, but I finished my omentum surgery." "I don't know what was worse... him having a heart attack or operating without pants." "Shahir did a pretty amazing thing in there." "I did." "Your lady wasn't so bad herself." "Your map was really accurate." " It was weird." " Yeah." "Sorry for making you come back." "I meant to give you the key earlier." " I just..." " It's, uh... it's no problem." "I can't open it." "So don't." "What, are you crazy?" "There's money in there." "I just know there's a brick in there, and I don't want to always be right about him anymore." "Oh, god, she sounds just like her mother." "H-how much did he say there was supposed to be?" "$20,000." "There's so much money." "So much." "Because I love you two so much, so much." "But it could have been $60,000." "I'm just sayin'." "Okay." "Inquiring minds need to know." "Why are you celibate?" " Psycho girlfriend?" " No." " Religious?" " Mnh-mnh." "Freak bicycle accident?" "None of the above." "But you've been thinking about me all day, haven't you?" "It was a pickup line?" "No." "I'm really celibate." "I'm just trying to shut out the porn-y clamor, see where it takes me." "I'm sorry." "Porn-y clamor?" "Yeah, the ambient noise of sex, Dr. Lin." "What if you stopped trying?" "What would happen?" "Huh." "I'm not sure I want to know." "Hey." "Hi." "Dawn, I've been thinking." "I have, too, Charlie, and I think that it would be too complicated." "What?" "I saw the way you looked at Alex earlier." "That's over." "Doesn't matter." "I mean, even if it's not with her..." "You deserve the real thing." "So do you." "We could never agree on anything, anyway, right?" "I mean, can you imagine us trying to pick a school?" "No." "Which would be public, by the way." "I wouldn't send my dead guinea pig to one." "Who are we kidding?" "Me and kids?" "They're just really messy." "Oh, I know." "Bleeding chest cavity, yay, but dirty diapers..." "Hey." "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm good." "I'm great." "See you around, Charlie Harris." "Hey." "Ah, "Aequanimitas," William Osler." "Every doctor should read it." "Yep." "It was a graduation present from you." "Right." "I underlined a quote when I passed my boards." "It says you should bear success with humility and be ready when the day of sorrow and grief comes... and meet it with the courage befitting a man." "That's good." "I went to the lab, and I told them I made a mistake." "You did what?" "You're gonna test positive, Sam." "No, no, no." "We had it all worked out." "Yeah, well, can't do it." "Yes, you can." "You did." "It's done." "I can't lie." "Lie?" "It's not a lie." "Why are you doing this to me?" "Oh, this isn't about you." "Okay, people come in here, and they trust us." "That should mean something." "Mean... what are you, a priest now?" "I used to want to be you." "Grow up." "Just did." "I always knew you'd disappoint me." "You're mediocre, Thomas." "You're never gonna be great." "I-I'll tell you what means something is... is talent and skill..." "Just released Cabrera." "Pick him up." "Cabrera's the best player in the league." "Why would you let him go?" "Well, guess it's my way of apologizing." "Oh." "Wow." "Um..." "I got a call from the lab saying that you-you-you re-labeled Dr. Campbell's test results." "Yeah." "I told them it was my bad." "I even told them that you were right all along." "I-I can't take Cabrera." "Okay." "Right, well, it's done, so..." "See, I don't think I'm-I'm..." "I'm cut out to be a doctor." "Well, look, you got the brain, and you're good with a scalpel." "Hey, no hesitation... that's a gift." "Stay the course." "What are you gonna do?" "Take some interferon... take some time off." "Oh, um, if "big papi" doesn't start producing," "I'd offer him to Zach for encarnacion." "Malcolm?" "I was dreaming of Bali." "You almost died trying to help her." "I'm still here." "And so is she." "Alex." "You should be up and walking." "You removed my pants during the most complex brain surgery I've ever performed." "Is that a thank-you?" "It is." "So, how's our patient?" "She's comfortable." "Too soon to tell if the omentum... she woke up and asked for Malcolm." "Shahir..." "You know, I've spent my entire life studying the brain, Alex." "But the heart is still mysterious to me." "Tell me about it." "You're not staying in my bed, are you?" "I don't cuddle." "I know." "Hey."