You have a kid?
- I'm right here. - Can you come get me?
I don't know, it's that she's afraid of, or she's anxious about.
Do you want me to be a doctor or a friend?
Would you be my friend?
- How's your kid? - I should've told you. I'm sorry.
I think you're a saint. Just so you know.
They're replacing me with a Pyxis.
They're gonna replace you with a fucking bullshit robot pill machine?
Dr. Cooper, this is my other one, Melissa.
Do you think your sister would go out with me? No way?
Whose baby is this?
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Look! Look, you guys!
We see you, monkey.
Mom! Mom!
Look how high I am!
I'm so high!
Yes, you are, sweetie.
It's a good thing you have two?
I got a bad balloon.
- No, honey, it was just an accident. - No, it's not fair!
It's OK. We'll get you another one.
No, I want the same one back!
Honey, do you want daddy to get you another one or not?
At least Gracie's holding it together.
It's okay, Fiona. You can have one of my balloons.
Look how great Gracie's doing.
You just never know, do you?
Look. See that?
Now we both have one.
It's good?
It's very good.
Fiona, honey, no bubbles.
Okay, you guys, let's finish up. We got to get mommy to work on time.
Honey, really.
I'm not going to drink that. There's spit in it.
And bacteria from the straw.
Now it's even more contaminated.
Thank you.
Well, I bet that candy over there is probably pretty toxic too.
No, it's protected by the glass.
That's a dollar, you guys.
Go.
I'll give you a dollar if you don't go to work today.
- Honey. - Come on, Gracie, that's your money.
No, baby. I gave that to you. It's yours.
- I don't want you to go. - I know, I know, but it's fine.
Daddy's gonna take you home.
I'm not going.
That's fine. You can stay here with daddy, you guys.
Baby, come on. What do you want?
I want the hospital to burn down.
Excuse me.
Hold on.
I'm practically rich!
Yes, you are.
I'm not gonna go in.
Come on, baby. You've got to.
The world's not gonna cave in every time she falls apart.
We talked about this.
I know, but I think I need to be with her.
I'm with her, OK?
We can't keep changing the rules every time.
Let me take care of her, OK? You gotta trust me.
Really. It's okay.
- I got it. - Okay.
How you doing, Mr. Everett?
Shit.
Can you hear me?
Do you know where you are?
Mr. Everett, you're here at the hospital.
Don't worry. We'll take care of you.
God.
What?
God.
Oh my god.
Can I have a stretcher, please?
I'll say... 65?
Older... 85.
88. You win.
Darlene.
Honey, her mother hated her.
I would say... 30.
Unmarried, worked in human resources or retail.
No no, Darlene's a total'60s girl-group name,
so I'm going with 47. Final answer.
47. Nailed it.
Quentin.
Could be a wrinkled, old-hat performer.
Or a young, untalented artsy-fartsy type.
90.
He was 10.
Nice game.
Oh my god! You're working today.
Oh my god! I am.
Gus Everett, 52. Exam room 1.
Diabetic, frequent flyer.
He times his blood sugar to pass out on our front steps.
Undomiciled, alcoholic. I'm gonna go change. Get a finger stick.
We'll take it from there.
- Seriously. - Right?
Gus is ripe today.
Those are the same socks I gave him last time.
They're all scabbed into his feet.
What does it say?
Mr. Everett? Hi, it's me Jackie.
It looks like your blood sugar crashed.
Okay? We need to get you up and running.
You understand?
Do you mind if we rub your head for a minute?
Zoey, come here.
You wanna run your fingers along his scalp.
- No, I don't. - Yeah, you do.
You're gonna wanna feel around for some bumps or lacerations.
- Why are you rubbing his head? - Because you told me to.
I'm teaching you how to rule out a stroke,
Not how to give the man a massage.
OK? You check his blood sugar,
Check for a blow to the head.
- You get a doctor to order a scan. - Got it.
What about his foot?
The aroma of gangrene in the morning.
So, who have we got here?
Yes, it's all coming back to me.
Ischemic.
Vascular insufficiency. He's not going to be able to keep his foot.
Mr. Everett, we're gonna take you up to C.T. to get a look at your head.
Then when you've come round a bit more,
We're gonna have to talk about that foot of yours.
All Saints is a hospital. We're not a shelter.
Your hair is fantastic today.
You're better than that.
He's losing his foot.
Big attitude coming from someone wearing panda earrings.
- I can't believe you did this. - It's nothing.
It's just a little lunch.
I'm not breaking any rule, am I?
This is so nice.
Nurses...
Life of an on-call doctor.
I was awake once for 53 hours on call. Hospital record.
- You had any surgeries? - I had a hammertoe once.
A podiatrist corrected it.
Not an M.D.
Jackie! I want you to meet someone.
It's Melissa, right?
- You know each other? - Yeah, we treated her mother.
- How's she doing? - Good.
I don't know what would have happened if Fitch hadn't found the mass.
We're so grateful.
You know, it's tricky sometimes.
A mass in the...
- The bowel - The bowel.
It's tricky.
Look. Melissa brought me lunch.
My goodness. That's enough for an army in there.
Attending to Trauma one.
- Attending to Trauma one. - That's you.
So terrible. I do not remember her.
She's just a nurse.
Will you stick around? You gotta share this with me.
I would love to.
Pupils are fixed and unresponsive.
Innovated 8.0 ET tube,
maintaining BP.
- Doesn't look too good. - '82 Volvo. No airbags.
- The guy's brain dead. - Got it.
He smells like weed. I hope he's toasted when it happened.
Maintain oxygen and blood pressure.
- Pending organ donation. - He's a donor?
Ivy League pothead with Peta stickers and a "Free Tibet" t-shirt. You tell me.
Trustafarian.
Trying to save the world a bong hit at a time.
Sounds like a donor to me. Where the fuck is Dr. Cooper?
- Is there an ID? - Pocket... student ID, no license.
I'm gonna call regional transplant and get a harvest team in place.
We've got to notify the family.
Well, yes, but in the meantime, let's do what he wants.
Let's see...
Cousteau Society,
Free Tibet... This guy's a donor.
Oh, boy.
I got it. He's a donor.
Mohammed, come with me.
You're gay.
- I'm not. - I never said you were.
- You have gay friends? - I do.
Some of whom...
have children, I assume.
My friends Kevin and Kevin adopted, but that's about it.
Did they go through an adoption agency?
A lawyer, I think.
- Was it expensive? - I don't know.
- I can ask. - I would appreciate that.
Okay, we're done here.
Close the door on your way out.
Did you hear that?
Have you seen Dr. Cooper?
If you see him, can you tell him we have a potential donor?
Excuse me, nurse.
I have been waiting with my kids forever.
I filled out this paperwork an hour ago.
- 83rd and what, Park, Madison? - Why?
Number one... why aren't you at Lenox Hill?
- Number two, lice is not an emergency. - Their scalps are bleeding.
You can take care of this at home or call your pediatrician.
Or you could take care of it here.
Listen, my pediatrician is a family friend,
- so if you don't mind... - Truthfully, I do mind.
Do you guys share your helmets with other kids at school?
All right, follow me.
Ivy League pothead's family's between flights at Heathrow.
They oppose donation.
Guy's an adult. They have no say.
- Where the fuck is Coop? - Nurse,
can we move along, please?
Careful, lady.
You floor me. You really do.
This is precisely why I bought you your own helmets.
Why on Earth would you let other people wear them? Really!
I think it's nice you share.
You're gonna have to do this again tomorrow.
Can't we get it all done now? I really don't wanna touch them.
This has gotta stay on for 10 minutes.
I will be right back.
Where is your drug store located?
Great.
Can I get a box of quell or rid?
It doesn't matter. Actually, whichever has the word lice in bigger letters.
Great.
Can I have half a dozen boxes sent to...
Kelly Oliver
at 17 1/2 east 83rd Street?
No, you could just leave it with the doorman.
And no bag, okay?
I just wanna make sure she doesn't miss it.
Great news. We found the parents.
What? Where?
They've stepped forward to resume custody.
I'm not handing over this child to just anyone.
- It's the parents. - I understand that.
Everything checks out.
They were a little overwhelmed. They're young.
No excuse. Barack Obama's mother was 18.
His name's Dalton.
I want a word with them in my office.
They're installing the Pyxis tomorrow.
I don't want to talk about it.
The reason parallel universes are possible
is because everything's made up of atoms.
Naturally.
- Inside atoms, there are electrons. - Of course.
You're making fun, but this is where your brain explodes,
okay?
An electron can be here
and it can also be here.
Single electron, different places, same time.
- I'm sorry. My brain didn't explode. - Look, Jack.
If an electron can be in two places,
then atoms can be in two places.
And since everything is made out of atoms,
everything can be in two places.
So the real question is:
what are you and I doing over there?
So we can be having a whole thing in some parallel universe?
That's right.
Except we're not keeping it secret.
My brain just popped a little bit.
So when I said our days are numbered on the cot,
all I was saying was...
All I was saying...
is that maybe we could be more of a thing, that's all.
I can meet your kid.
We don't have to keep hiding all the time.
It'd be nice for a change, huh?
Yeah, it would.
Mr. Everett's in the O.R. and...
I feel like if we had done more than give him clothes and a meal, last time,
- maybe he would still have his foot. - He wouldn't.
Yeah, but it was just a little blister when he came in before.
And now it's like...
Well, now it's gone.
But before they cut it off, it was, you know, dead.
I just feel terrible.
The last time he was here, I told you to have a doctor take a look at it.
No, you didn't.
Yeah, I did.
The thing is, you didn't. You said...
"Homeless equals undomiciled. Greet them and street them."
I remember everything I have ever said.
You forgot to write it down. Is there anything else?
Regional Transplant's waiting for Dr. Cooper to certify the donor.
Is he still in Trauma?
Have you seen Dr. Cooper?
Exam room 3, the door is locked.
That is...
why I don't date doctors.
Can you just give me...
That's nice.
We got a guy in Trauma waiting on certification of brain death.
He wants nothing more in the world than to help his fellow man.
Apparently, this is not something that you can relate to! All fucking day!
No one told me, okay?
I'll be there in a second. Does the family know?
You know what?
Oh my god, Coop!
Just fucking forget it. You're useless.
Now I remember her.
- Dr. Cooper certified brain death. - When?
I don't know. Sometime before you guys got here.
Water in the ear, needle on the heel. I was here, nothing.
But do you have a time?
No, that I do not know. I'm sure Dr. Cooper wrote it down.
We good?
- Yeah. - Great, he's all yours.
- It's probably just a nosebleed. - What are you sticking up here?
It's in a really bad state, Jacks. It's completely raw.
All right, I'll get Kevin to get a humidifier.
I got a ton of work to do. I told Kevin I'd be home
- as soon as my shift was over. - Family at home, boyfriend at work,
making it back in time to be with husband is pretty impressive.
Thank you, but we will save this conversation for our next lunch date.
I'm just saying, I don't know how you do it.
My sister, living in Paris,
married, having an affair, crippled with guilt.
- You've been very helpful. - Helpful?
You're a brilliant example of how this sort of thing can be done successfully.
You talk to your sister about me?
I don't mention you by name.
Only that I have a colleague who's managing to pull it off
and that you're having fun.
Fun? This is not fun. This is fucking hard.
And I was under the impression that what I say to you stays with you.
First of all, it does, and by the way, did I mention
- that it's my sister in Paris? - That's not the point.
Second of all, there's no judgment attached to the word fun.
I made a observation, which I relayed to my sister, who needed a boost.
And believe me when I tell you, I was not gossiping.
My god, I think of you as a sister.
Think again.
Come in.
Thank you, officer. You can leave us alone now.
No, I'm not going nowhere.
I'm this idiot's father.
So, Joseph and Lisa.
You came back for your baby.
We're sorry.
- We made a mistake. - It was just for the weekend.
We hadn't gone anywhere fun in like, months.
It's true, a year.
So you left your baby in a safe haven
to have fun?
To go to Atlantic City. Can you believe it?
They don't tell me.
- They don't ask me to baby-sit. - You're not good with kids.
- It was her idea. - No, I said it was an option.
I hope you had your fun,
because I have some bad news.
Your baby is gone.
Gone? Gone where?
Your baby is dead.
Oh my God.
Okay, he's not dead.
You don't get a second chance.
Not until you sign this releasing All Saints Hospital,
its employees and subsidiaries from any liability.
Don't be stupid with him.
Being a parent is a privilege.
Abuse that privilege and I'll throw you in jail.
I'll drive them there myself.
I got him.
Thank you.
Get out.
Hi, sweetie. How are you?
Listen, I had this idea.
I was thinking, what if...
What if me and you were to do something together,
you know, just us guys? Like...
I don't know,
a cooking class or something,
a dance class or something?
You would?
Really?
Oh, sweetie, that would be great.
I love you, Gracie. I love you so much.
I love you too. Bye.
I cut some corners with a potential donor.
- Did you do anything illegal? - I did.
Organs can be harvested without the family's consent.
Regional transplant says you said that I signed off on it.
- I wasn't there. - You're dramatic.
I will turn on you so fast.
- Ring, Jacks. - Oh God!