A lot of cute purses I haven't been able to use over the last year.
I didn't know you did that,
that you carried his meds around.
I tried not to like him.
I honestly did.
Lilith, I know how much he means to you.
What do you want from me, Sam?
I want you to tell him that he's as good as his father.
I want you to tell him that it's okay to love me,
and I want you to tell me that it's okay to love him back.
He's already lost one parent, he can't lose another.
He needs you.
I'm not a bad person.
I mean, if you could just give us your blessing...
Okay, just stop talking.
Just make sure he takes his meds and...
stop talking.
What?
He has terrible allergies, did you know that?
Especially in the spring.
Grass and flowers...
Don't think this means I'm going to be visiting every week.
Okay. Okay, let go.
All right.
Still sleeping like a baby.
Okay, why don't you take your break, Larry?
We've been at this for a while.
They've got a soda machine in the waiting room.
Really? 'Cause I do have to make a call.
Sure, go ahead, you've got at least 20 minutes.
We don't need you for a while.
Well, thanks, guys.
Sure.
Thanks a lot.
Pickups. Need adrenaline.
Peanut.
Hey, if you need somebody to go with you tonight,
to the game...
Thanks, Larry.
Jack?
What's the matter? You all right?
I don't know if I can do this.
What is the problem?
Fitzpatrick is the problem.
He screwed us.
This guy's been watching everything I do.
Oh, come no, Jack. Larry's an idiot.
He doesn't know what's going on here.
No, it's like he's been sent here to spy on us.
I think they found out we've been pushing Clay down the donor list.
What?
Did you smell his breath, Jack?
He's not a spy, he's a drunk.
He's probably in there right now in the bar topping himself...
Hey, would you just be quiet?
He could be back any second.
Okay, then go stand guard.
Go on. Now! And find out what happened to Fitzpatrick...
Hey, Jack, do not get paranoid.
No one knows.
I started this thing, and I swear to you I will end this.
I am not going to jail.
Wait, wait, wait. What?
No one's going to jail.
Look, let's inject the heart, put it in,
and end this thing, okay?
What the fuck?
Nobody's on to anything.
We are in... the... clear.
We're gonna kill this guy,
and then we're gonna go get a fucking martini, okay?
By the time Larry walks back in here,
he'll be toes up on the slab downstairs.
You gotta be fucking kidding me.
He knows something's going on.
I just wanna be on bypass before Larry gets back.
You get no arguments there.
You gotta stand up.
You gotta stand up, Clay.
Take the tape off your eyes and shit out of your throat,
and wake up.
...is if we suddenly stopped the procedure.
That's it, there you go.
You can do it.
Just open your eyes, Clay.
Open your eyes.
I'm not doing this by myself.
I'm telling you, if this thing goes sour,
if this guy looks like he's figuring something out,
I'm pulling the plug on this whole thing so quickly.
I'm not kidding, Eugene.
Hey, will you help me with these stitches, please?
I'm too young to go to jail right now.
This ain't even worth it.
We're fine, Jack...
All right, now think.
Do you know how many bullshit malpractice lawsuits
there are in this country?
Think, Clay.
Hard-working doctors, that's just...
Look closer.
You know how many I got?
- Four. - Yeah, I know.
There's gotta be a way out of this.
All for trying to save people's lives.
It's a disgrace.
You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be all right.
You're not gonna die.
I'm sorry. They called me out of nowhere.
I'll make it up to you, I promise.
Mm-hmm.
You know what? I'm gonna try and find out what's going on.
- Yeah. - Okay?
Sit tight. I'll be right back.
Hi. Excuse me.
I was wondering if you knew the status
on the heart transplant patient?
Mr. Beresford?
Yeah.
I'll call you back.
He's doing just fine.
We're taking good care of him. Don't worry.
Everything's going according to plan.
Really? I just came from there.
What is it?
You're not a doctor at this hospital.
I mean, you don't work here, do you?
I'm Dr. Larry Lupin. Pleasure to meet you.
Mr. Beresford's anesthesiologist.
Will you excuse me a minute?
Fitzpatrick got laryngitis. They called me in from St. Matthews.
Oh.
I thought Fitzpatrick was gonna be here.
Yes, me, too, but we have Larry now.
The players may have changed, but the game is still the same.
God, look how fucking obvious.
I understand.
This is Dr. Puttnam.
Pleasure. How's the patient doing?
Okay.
Everything all right?
I don't get it, Jack.
Why?
Is she asleep?
Oh, no, no. Everything's fine.
Just, um, just give her a kiss for me,
and tell her I'll be home soon.
Good. Thanks.
Say that again.
Wife!
What'd I ever do to you?
What did she do to you?
Huh?
How the fuck could you do this to us?
What are you doing in here?
I wanted to see how it was going.
Sam.
How's it going? Is everything okay?
Yeah.
Sam.
They're trying to kill me.
I just had an interesting chat with some guy named Larry.
Everything's fine. You shouldn't be in here.
No, don't trust him, baby.
He's lying to you.
Are you sure everything's fine?
There is nothing wrong. Everything's under control.
Bullshit.
What the hell's going on in here?
That's right. Come on, baby.
Where the fuck is Fitzpatrick?
I just spoke to him. He's at home.
What do you mean, he's at home?
- He's backing out. - He's backing out?
What?
He can't back out.
Do you want me to call him back?
No, he's an idiot.
We'll deal with him later.
What about this Larry guy? Does he have a clue?
None. What about her?
Are you kidding?
She's ready to adopt me. Everything's fine.
Everything is fine, right?
Right?
Jack, you okay?
Jack?
Get her a gown.
What about Larry?
I'll watch for him. Just hurry.
Guys, finish putting him on bypass.
Jack.
It was my idea, Sam. You know?
Jesus.
I can pull the plug if I want to.
Everything is working, Jack.
Okay?
There he is.
- I got him to marry me. - The man of the hour.
The hard part's over.
This is Dr. Puttnam. Sam.
Sam, I've heard a lot about you.
Christ, they know her.
Sorry, I'm late. I had a hard time getting a sitter.
Penny Carver. Pleasure to meet you.
Nice to meet you, too.
Sorry about him.
I'm used to it by now.
So...
How the hell do they all know her?
We didn't waste a year of our lives
for nothing, did we, Jack?
Nobody knows I worked your team.
What?
I changed my name.
We're clear. We're totally in the clear.
Yeah, they're all mine.
Kind of depressing to know that your whole life can just fit on one wall.
My dream is to one day fill up this one.
Jack, you know how much we owe from the lawsuits.
The insurance won't cover it.
I can't just kill him, Sam.
This is our only way out.
Without this money, we're finished.
He has to die.
I am fucked.
It's just money, Sam.
I'd rather stay in debt than go to jail.
Jesus, Jack.
Grow some fucking balls.
Hey, I started this whole thing, remember?
He landed on my table, I brought you in,
I brought all y'all in.
It's my choice.
And I wasn't the one that nearly screwed this whole thing up, was I?
He's right, you know.
I would've had that ring on my finger
in two months.
Really?
Well, if you hadn't got knocked up,
maybe you would've had the chance, wouldn't you?
Just go, Penny, all right?
Jack, think about it.
No more triple shifts.
No more 30-hour days.
Even if we settle the will, we're rich.
You know what 100 million is four ways?
He's a transplant patient, Jack.
They all die eventually.
Yeah.
They all die eventually.
Look at me.
This isn't about her.
I'm so sorry.
I'm not risking your life on some second-rate doctor.
He's my friend, Mother. I trust him.
I really wish you'd start trusting me.
Quickly. Watch the vein.
All right, it's almost there.
Oh, shit.
I got it.
All right, I need some suction.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Please, God, no.
- Just get that side, too. - Okay.
Oh, no, please, God.
No.
Aah!
It's right here.
Thank you.
You sure Larry's not close?
We're fine. Don't worry.
We gotta hurry all the same, okay, Jack?
Let's just keep it moving.
All right, just pass over the new heart.
What?
Pass over the new heart.
But we haven't injected it yet.
Pass it over.
What are you doing?
Where's the syringe?
Give it to me.
Come on.
Move your fucking hand.
Now, I want you to take this.
Inject the heart, and put it in the body, okay?
You led us here.
Finish what you started.
Just do it, Jack.
Let's get this over with.
Sorry, baby.
He really loved you, Sam.
He didn't even know me, Jack.
We never even met.
Wait. Hold on.
Holy shit.
Oh, holy shit.
Is he okay?
Is everything okay?
They wouldn't say.
You were gone so long.
- I know. - I started...
I know.
I'm scared, too.
Hey, guys.
Survive without me?
So far, so good. Smooth sailing.
Forceps.
Oh, you guys are flying.
- Yeah. - Watch your flow.
Larry. Larry, Larry.
Look at my eye.
Come on, man. Can you see that?
Why am I crying, huh?
Something's wrong.
Larry. Larry, look.
Come on, man. Look at my eye.
Come on, Larry, look!
Pull it back so I can see...
- Hold on. - All right, here we are.
- Okay. - Clamp that.
- Get me the suction. - All right.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Hold on. Hold on.
Yeah. Yeah. You got it. Come on.
I'm sorry, I can't go to the game tonight.
My old lady and I have a date.
You f...
Why don't I give you both tickets?
- Really? - Sure.
You can take your old lady.
Make a night of it, go out on the town.
Something's wrong.
I can feel that something's wrong.
What is it?
I can't just sit here like this.
They should have told us something by now.
- Listen to me. - No, you don't understand.
He's not just my son.
I was a kid when I had him.
He's going to be fine.
We've grown up together. It's me and him.
He's not going to die.
Not now, not today.
He's going to live.
How can you be so sure?
Because he's got too much to live for.
Well, I've got a big Halloween party tonight,
but how about I sneak out afterward?
What's wrong with right now?
Well, I can't. I'm...
I know it's daylight and all, but I missed you.
You look beautiful, Sam.
- I do? - Look at you.
Yeah, you do.
I should tell you that more often.
What would the old man think of you now?
You lost it all, Clay.
Everything he gave you, everything he made,
it's gone.
You gave it all away.
Heart's in.
All right, pressure down.
Pressure down.
Okay, release the clamp.
Cross-clamp released.
Wait a minute.
Wait, wait, wait. Something's wrong.
Okay, re... re-clamp.
He's... He's fibbing.
You getting anything?
- Nothing. - All right, all right.
Charge paddles n... now.
Come on. Now, Penny. Hurry.
You know, you really shouldn't smoke these things.
It's not good for you.
Especially with your condition.
- My condition? - Yep.
How do you know about my condition?
So many details.
I know a lot more about you than you think.
- I didn't even see. - Is that a fact?
Of course.
Christ, I missed everything.
What was I looking at?
Was I looking at you?
I hope you're happy, Sam.
And I hope you get what you deserve.
Got nothing?
- Okay. - Paddles to 20.
- Amio's running. - Charge.
Charge it again.
Charge.
Are your lats okay?
Charge it to 40, please.
- Jack. - Jesus.
Charge it one more time, please.
Don't fight it.
Just charge it one more time.
Charge.
Marry me.
What?
- Here we go. - Tonight. Right now.
- Marry me. - It's the middle of the night.
We're losing him.
We gotta get him back on bypass.
No, no, no, not yet.
Just one more time.
It's over, Jack. He's done.
We have to put him back on...
What about the adrenaline?
It won't make a difference.
A shot of adrenaline, please.
Please!
Come on, you son of a bitch.
Jack.
- Sure there's no air? - No air.
I'm looking at it. There's no air.
It's over, Jack.
Shit.
I'm sorry, Jack.
It's my fault.
No.
It's my fault.
Jack, come on.
No, it is. It's...
There's gotta be something I could have done,
something I could have tried.
Jack, you did everything you could do.
Did I?
You did all you could do, Jack.
It was a bad heart.
We should tell the family.
Any volunteers?
I'll do it.
I'm the one that should be talking to them.
- I'll go with him. - Yeah.
Thank you.
So?
He rejected the heart.
We did everything we could, but the...
the organ failed, and I am so sorry.
The organ failed?
Yes. It wouldn't respond to the procedure.
But in cases like this, it's not uncommon for...
Don't you mean you failed?
No, we...
we did everything that we could.
It's just an imperfect procedure.
Say it.
Say what?
I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say...
you failed my son.
It shouldn't have been you. It should never have been you.
I fucking knew it.
I'm... I'm sorry, Sam.
Um...
I'm afraid we're going to need your permission
to take him off bypass.
What?
We'll need your permission.
I'm so sorry to have to ask.
I don't understand.
He's alive?
Yes, but his blood's being pumped by a machine.
He has no heart.
Then get him another heart.
You don't understand.
His blood type's too rare.
We don't have one.
I'm sorry. It's... It's over.
Thank you.
I'll be in the hallway.
Lilith...
Could you leave me alone for a minute?
Okay.
It's done.
Okay.
Hey.
What are you doing?
Hey.
Just wanted to see if you needed anything.
Wanted to see how you were doing.
I know it's hard to even think about anything else right now, but...
Are you okay?
You okay?
What are you doing here?
I wasn't staying out there without you.
She's in here somewhere.
Look around.
God damn it.
Bailey, call the code.
It's too late.
All right, let's prep her for surgery.
I don't understand.
You're going to live, Clay.
Think I'll take it from here, Jack.
It's too late.
We did everything we could, but the body rejected the heart.
Well, I think we solved that problem.
I have a strong heart, Clay.
Let's go.
Let's prep her for transplant.
Always have.
You can go. We've been prepped.
What do you mean?
You can run.
Police will be here soon.
What'd you use, Jack?
Formaldehy... No, wait.
Adriamycin.
Right.
Less residue.
Guys.
Jack, come on. Let's go.
Jack, what are you doing?
Let's go. Now, Jack.
What the hell happened to you?
I told you not to trust them.
I don't get it.
You're telling me that you knew?
No, no. Not at first.
I had no idea.
She did everything right.
And then, she made one little mistake.
She left her purse in the waiting room.
Forget ethics.
You got five minutes.
You know where I'll be.
I don't trust anyone else.
It has to be you.
The mail, Clay.
She still had her mail.
Wait. Jonathan?
Haven't I see you around?
Only took me a second to put it together.
Sometimes you have to hold the button down
for a while to get it to work.
She'd been to that hospital before.
You're not a doctor at this hospital.
I mean, you don't work here, do you?
It's a pleasure to meet you.
Why didn't you just say something?
There was no time.
You were dying, you needed a heart.
I had no choice.
Get a DLP vent ready.
Doctor, how does he look?
Terrible. He's been on bypass too long.
Let's prep the new organ.
Still going to attempt transplant?
Well, I might have to do an autopsy.
Give me a knife and a flat vent.
Sorry, Lilith.
I'm so sorry.
I'm looking for it.
Okay, here we go. Here we go.
Beresford transplant... operating room B.
Becky, it's me.
Listen, get her up and get her dressed now.
I'm coming back.
Becky, just do it, okay?
My car is downstairs.
Doctor?
Larry.
You're not going to believe what...
Over here!
Stop! Hands up!
Ah!
Give me the heart.
Heartbeat in position.
Get a 3-0 ready.
No, no, no. It's too fast.
- What if... - I'll do the worrying.
Here, watch that clamp.
Pick up stitch.
Come on, come on.
Load the Milrinone.
Just give me time. We need to move.
Come here.
- What the fuck is going on? - Relax.
Look, what did I tell you?
I told you I was going to look after you, didn't I?
You trusted me this far, so just keep quiet.
I almost forgot.
I've had this way too long to leave this behind.
Three-one.
Wet his hands.
John, we're running out of time.
We're almost there. We're almost there.
Scissor.
Cut.
Head down, pressure down.
Cross clamp off.
- We got rhythm. - Looks good.
I can't go with you.
What?
They want you.
You're the one who injected the heart, not me.
They don't want me.
Sam.
I'm sorry.
I'm just the grieving widow, remember?
I didn't do anything wrong.
- Yeah, you did. - No!
Going to be kind of hard to play a grieving widow
with your fingerprints all on the syringe.
Jack.
Jack, come on.
Let me in.
Jack.
Come on.
Please?
Goddamn you. Open the fucking door.
Open the door now!
Jack, please!
Open the fucking door.
Bye, Sam.
Jack!
Closing the chest. Pressure okay?
No Vicryl.
Sop it wet.
Yeah.
Scissor, please.
Cut.
Great job.
Well, we do what we can.
Amazing.
God damn it.
- He's in fib. - Shit.
Get me an amp of eppy now.
Clay.
Come on, Clayton.
I'm trying to be a hero here. Don't make me look bad.
I'm going to stay here with you.
There's no one left for me out there anyway.
You don't need anyone else.
You do it yourself, Clay.
- You're strong. - I'm not him.
I tried, Mom.
Really, I did, but... I'm just not him.
He's still in fib.
- Clay. - Never going to be.
- Charge the paddles. - I don't want you to be.
We're losing him.
200.
Clear.
Come on.
I have to show you something.
I don't want to see this.
I'm afraid you have to.
Remember, Clay?
I am remembering.
I'm watching the TV. What do you want from me?
No, you're not. Look.
You're listening.
...are we going to talk about this, Lilith?
How many fucking times?
I don't want to remember anymore.
- Jesus, don't you ever shut up? - You never did.
I gotta get the fuck out of here.
This is bullshit.
This is just my imagination, that's all.
Just watch.
Come on, Clayton. Come on.
- No change. - Give me 300.
Start mixing amio.
- Clayton, come on. - Charge.
Clear.
Daddy?
Hey! Hey! Stop talking.
Dad.
All right, I heard you the first time!
Come on, Clayton. It's Christmas.
Put it on.
Ah!
- Daddy, please! - Fucking bitch. Jesus!
Don't you two ever shut up?
This is what you want, Lilith, isn't it?
Huh? How's this look?
This make you happy?
Daddy, please!
All right. That's it!
Please leave him alone.
Couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you, Clay?
- Clayton. - Come here.
- Please. - Come here!
- Clayton! - Come here!
I said leave him alone.
- Still in fib. - Give me 360.
- We lost him. - No. Again.
- 360. - Clear.
You didn't want to remember, Clay.
I let you forget because I thought the truth
would be too hard to live with.
I thought I was protecting you.
But all I did was cause you more pain.
I am so sorry.
I'm not proud of what I became, Clay,
but I am proud of what you've become.
You're a hundred times the man he was.
You always were.
It's time for you to live.
Clayton...
Stop.
We got him.
Welcome back, Clayton.
Welcome back.
At 6:32 this morning,
on Thursday, the first of November,
Clayton Beresford, Jr., died on my operating table.
Two and a half hours later, his life was saved.
There are no excuses for what we did.
There's no defense,
no one to blame but us.
We got what we deserved.
Clay would have his revenge,
and justice would finally be served.
For despite all the secrets,
despite all the lies and a... a terrible loss,
only thing really matters now.
He... is... awake.
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