Two with onions.
Hello?
Would you like a free body fat analysis or a cholesterol check?
How about a flu shot? Sir?
No?
Does anybody care about their health here?
Anybody? Anybody?
No.
That's why they're all eating carnival food.
This booth was a terrible idea.
If you had the chance to find out your metabolic age,
wouldn't you jump at the chance?
Mine's 18, by the way.
Oh, hi. Would you like some free hand sanitizer?
Well, I suppose I can always use more of it with this one.
Can you tell me where the restrooms are, please?
Sure. Right there at the end of the block. Just across the street.
Thanks.
I'm going to go get a big samosa from the Indian booth,
and it's going to be all fried and warm and good.
Who wants one? Ooh. Me.
Oh, crap. What?
Mike's on a date. Mike's on a date.
Hide. Hide. Hide. Hide. Hide.
He moved on kind of quick.
What did you expect?
I don't know. A mourning period
longer than the shelf life of a banana, maybe?
I swear, every time I think this divorce thing is going to stop hurting,
it just keeps on hurting me in new and hurtful ways.
Would you like some more disgusting street fair food?
No.
That would just raise my metabolic age.
Chloe, I want you to go over there and pretend to trip and push her into him.
Why? Why would she do that?
Because if he catches her, that means they're going out.
If he lets her fall, just friends.
You're embarrassing yourself just by saying that.
No. I'll do it. I don't care.
I'm down for whatever.
Don't encourage her.
Oh, my God.
I'm at the Winter Carnival.
A little girl and her mother just got hit by a car.
They were just at the booth.
They're not moving. Yeah, send an ambulance.
You, young lady, are in a pretty cool club.
And I'm not just saying that because I'm a member.
They took your spleen out, too?
Mmm-hmm. When I was 16, I fell out of Tino Moretti's tree-house.
What were you doing in a tree-house when you were 16?
Homework.
Mommy?
I hate cars that don't stop.
Me, too. And don't say "hate. "
This is getting bad. Where does it hurt?
My chest.
Can you take a deep inhale for me?
No.
Rapid Response Team.
Just try and relax. The doctor is going to be in, in just a sec.
What have you got for me?
Patient is one day post-op,
complaining of sudden chest pain and shortness of breath.
I think she's throwing a clot.
PE protocol. Let's get her on oxygen.
Do a chest CT, stat, and a D-dimer.
Can I hold her hand?
Not right now, sweetheart.
These people are going to help her feel better.
JELANl: One, two, three. Go.
I love you, Mommy.
I love you, Cydie.
Did this fridge get smaller?
No.
Why don't you take the pig out of the box and just kind of wedge him in there?
That sounds like too much work.
So, give him to Mike, like you planned. It's still his birthday.
He kicked me out. I am not getting him jack.
He can let that chick he was with at the street fair
buy him a delicious pre-roasted birthday pig.
I am telling you. You've got to check out the Adirondacks.
It's so gorgeous. And that hike we went on was insane, right?
Our coffee machine's busted. You mind if we bum some?
What... What you got there in the box, Veronica?
Well, Chris, it's a frozen pig.
Thank you for asking.
Do you want it? $100.
Tempting.
No, I have a rule about not eating pork that comes in the mail.
I'm sorry, but there's not a whole pig in that box, right?
From snout to curly tail, spit-roasted to delicious perfection.
That's what the Web site says.
Oh, God, that's just...
Gross, strange, and frankly, disturbing.
This is the nurses' lounge.
You can just take that 'tude right back to the doctors' lounge.
Veronica, we've got to go check on Mr. Gunther before surgery.
Yeah.
I'll go put Wilbur down in the limb freezer.
Thanks, Angel.
You're welcome.
I don't mean to stir the pot,
but Ladypants was a little judgmental about my pig.
Yeah. That's because it's weird.
For your information, it was supposed to be for Mike's birthday.
And he would have loved it.
And it's already cooked, so it's perfect
because he hasn't discovered fire, yet.
Wow. Zing.
So, hiking in the Adirondacks, huh?
What other adorable, outdoorsy stuff did you two crazy docs get into?
Actually, we saw a moose. It was kind of magnificent.
You know, you see them in pictures, they're all ungainly.
But then, in real life, they have this incredible elegance.
I'm sorry. Were you talking?
Okay. Mr. Gunther, we're just about ready to take you upstairs for surgery.
I'm ready, too.
Like I told you before, the cancer is confined to your right superior lung,
so it should be pretty straightforward getting it out.
Do you have any questions before we go up?
Let's pray.
Would you two join us?
Absolutely.
Would you like to lead us in prayer, Dr. Sands?
Oh.
Yeah, I thought this was the silent, reflective type of thing.
No.
Okay.
Bountiful Lord, please grant that Mark have a successful procedure.
Please bless his lung.
And speed thy blessed scalpel on its righteous path.
Amen.
You two don't pray very much, do you?
Dr. Harris. Hi. Welcome back.
How are you? How are you feeling?
Well, I can't anything from the waist down, so that's fantastic.
Okay. But your physical therapy is going well?
I don't know that you would call it "well. "
The man has no boundaries.
Touching me all the time. Putting his hands all over me.
Dr. Harris, people can't help you unless they touch you.
Chloe.
Please, please, don't do anything weird right now.
Just get the DNR from the Mercers. That's all I want you to do.
Yeah. Um, about that...
They're not so nice.
I know. That's why you're dealing with them.
Good luck.
Okay.
I hate to bother you all with this again,
but we need to make a decision about your father.
Dr. Harris really doesn't think that he's going to regain consciousness?
No. I'm sorry.
I told you we should have discussed this with him at Thanksgiving.
You mean when he was fine and serving pumpkin pie to his grandkids?
Yeah. That would have made for a real special holiday, Robert.
Well, look where we are now.
Do you think you could all agree on what he would have wanted?
Our father was a practical man.
He wouldn't want any extreme measures to keep him in this condition.
We all know that. Don't we?
So, we've reached a consensus?
Yes.
We will sign the "Do Not Resuscitate. "
Okay. Well, I know this was not an easy decision.
I can't believe you guys would do this to me.
Daddy. Daddy, can you hear me?
Please be careful of the IV.
What is she doing here?
Juanita called me.
I guess Daddy's housekeeper is the only one who thought
that I should know that he was even in the hospital.
And then, I get here, and you're about to pull the plug on him.
We are not pulling the plug, Lena. He's dying.
We just want him to go peacefully.
You need to keep your voices down.
I understand emotions are running high, but...
You're damn right, emotions are running high.
They planned on leaving me out, just like they always do.
I'm not hard to get in touch with.
I've just been on the road with my band.
On the road with your band? Please. You're an office temp with a guitar.
Same old Robbie. Robot Robbie.
"I have no feelings. Feelings do not compute.
"Why does no one like me?" Don't do that voice.
If you're all going to fight, then I insist we take this outside.
There's no need to take anything anywhere.
All anyone needs to know is that I will never sign off on killing Daddy.
Mom didn't make it?
Nope. Pulmonary embolism.
Now is when I wish I had just gone to beauty school.
Now is when I wish I'd just married the hedge fund manager
despite his hobbit feet.
Do I hear charm bracelets?
And the rustle of a Chambray shirt?
Oh, social worker, nine o'clock.
Sorry to be wheezing like Darth Vader.
Janitorial challenged my department to a fat-off.
I've got to walk 10,000 steps a day, according to this damn thing.
So, I'm taking the stairs.
Keep it up, Lorraine. You're looking good.
Oh, God bless the gays.
Oh, gosh. Cydie, huh? Does she know about...
No. No, she's been asleep ever since her mom went into surgery.
Have you contacted next of kin?
Yeah. That's why I hoofed it up here.
Her mom had an expired New Mexico ID.
I checked the databases statewide, and came up empty.
I was hoping she gave the night nurse someone else's phone number,
address, anything?
Let's check her records. Okay.
Mark, can you hear me?
Hi. Hello.
There he is.
What's going on?
Well, the good news is, we got all the cancer out.
During the procedure, you went into cardiac arrest,
which is actually not uncommon.
But fortunately, we were able to restart your heart.
After three minutes of, well, let's just call it...
Death.
Wait. I... Wait. I died? For three minutes?
I know this is strange, Mr. Gunther,
but just try and take it easy.
You know, I couldn't have died. I didn't see the light.
I'm sorry?
You know, the light. The tunnel.
It wasn't there.
You see the tunnel because your soul is getting ready to go home to God.
And I saw nothing.
Zero.
Honey.
You're lucky. It wasn't your time, yet.
If it wasn't my time, then God should have been there to say,
"Hey, Mark. Guess what? It's not your time. "
Sweetheart, it's not for us to say what His plan is.
Bull crap.
I waited around for three minutes. Where was he?
How about I go get the chaplain?
I don't see any next of kin or contact info here, but...
Wait. Hold on. Nadia is O positive.
So?
Cydie is AB negative.
If the mother was O positive,
there's no way for a child to have this blood type.
Nadia was not her biological mother.
So, adopted kid, dead mother with no paper trail.
Great. I am nowhere on this.
Oh, come on.
There's no way that she's just completely alone in the world.
Right now, I'm afraid that's exactly what that little girl is.
Hi, Cydie.
Why isn't she back, yet? Where's my mommy?
Your mommy
was hurt really badly in the accident.
There was a lot of internal injuries,
and the doctors, they did their best.
Your mom died in surgery, Cydie.
We tried to help her breathe, but she just couldn't.
I'm so sorry, sweetheart.
Is it almost nighttime?
Not for a while. Why?
Once it gets dark out, can I go on the roof and look for Mommy?
Al says when people die, they float up to the sky and become stars.
Cydie, who's Al?
What would I do with a whole pig?
You know, think about if you were going to have a party.
A whole roast pig could really wow your guests.
Thanks. But, uh, no.
What's going on with Mr. Gunther?
Technically, he died for a few minutes.
And when he didn't get the whole
white light-tunnel treatment, he kind of freaked out.
Ah.
He didn't get the floor show. Missed out on the whole IMAX experience. Got it.
Yeah, he's really upset.
Not my first time at the rodeo.
I'll drop a little Purpose Driven Life on him.
He'll be straightened out in no time.
Mark, please stop.
What the hell was that for, you son of a bitch?
For peddling lies. There's nothing on the other side, you big liar!
Let me see. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Take it easy.
You take it easy, big eyes.
Honey, we do not hit, especially not a man of God.
Well, guess what, honey. There is no God.
Sorry to be the one to break it to you, but it's all a sham.
You broke his nose.
You don't mean that.
You broke his nose. I hope you're proud of yourself.
I think you need to go down to the ER.
I'll pray for you.
Yeah, that will fix everything. Thanks a bunch.
Nice work.
What is your problem?
What is my problem?
My problem is that my whole life, no matter what lousy thing befell me,
I said, "God's got a plan. " Got laid off,
even though I was the best accountant at my firm. "God's got a plan. "
Spent 10 years trying to have children, but I couldn't
because I apparently have lazy sperm. "God's got a plan. "
I never smoked a day in my life,
but I still somehow got lung cancer.
"God's got a plan. " And then, I die.
And guess what?
There's no God. So, you know what that means? There's no plan.
And since life is apparently meaningless,
I guess we should just do whatever we want.
That's right. You should. As soon as you're out of my hospital.
Dr. Harris?
Where's my DNR, Chloe?
Oh.
I'm sorry. I thought I had all the Mercers on board,
but it turns out they have this crazy sister.
And all of a sudden, she just shows up...
I don't want any more excuses.
Don't they realize how lucky they are?
At least they know he's dying,
and that they'll be there for him at the end.
Many people would give a lot for that information.
Who are we really talking about here, Dr. Harris?
The Mercers.
And they have all the information they need.
They simply need to make the choice to behave well.
Watch out, Bozo.
What's keeping my guts inside?
Staples.
You mean, like, from a stapler?
Yeah. Just a little bigger.
I want to see.
Well, the next time I change your dressing, I'll let you have a peek.
Cool.
Daddy Al.
Hey, there, Apple Cydie.
Al, Mommy died.
I know she did, baby.
Are you sad?
Very sad.
Mr. Raymond, I'm Sonia Jimenez. We spoke on the phone.
How is she doing? Really well.
She just had abdominal surgery,
so she's going to have to stay here a few days.
And then, I can take her home, right?
What do you mean I got no claim on her?
We've been a family for six years.
I'm sorry, Mr. Raymond,
but you and Cydie's mother weren't legally married.
And since you didn't petition to be the child's guardian...
I love that kid like she's my own.
I don't need no piece of paper.
The Court will.
It's state law. We have to report it
to the Department of Children and Families.
They will decide who gets custody.
There is nobody else.
I am all she has.
Then you can help us, by bringing in Nadia's will,
Cydie's birth certificate, her adoption papers...
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Cydie wasn't adopted.
Their blood types make it impossible for them to be biologically related.
Nadia never said anything to me. We met when Cydie was two.
Look, I know you've had a difficult day, and this is a lot to process.
Lady, you know what?
There's a lot of words going through my head right now,
and "difficult" isn't one of them.
I lost the love of my life.
Now, I may lose my kid?
Lorraine's not the enemy here.
If it's true no one else out there can claim Cydie,
she can help you petition for custody.
You think some judge is going to hand over a kid to a tattooed trucker.
They hand over kids to people who love them.
How do I start?
The DCF worker is here tomorrow. Come by my office, okay?
I'll talk to her with you.
The only reason you order that drink is so you can say the name.
Nobody drinks Cherry Bitches.
What do you care? I like them.
Well, at least get it in a grown-up glass.
Why do you have to order it in a tumbler?
Because it's more stable. Okay? And I get more drink.
And I like extra cherries.
So, order an ice cream sundae.
Maybe I will, aggro.
Where are we?
Yeah. What are we doing in front of Mike's house, crazy?
We're just making a little pit-stop.
I have to give Mike his birthday present, don't I?
Whose car do you think that is?
You said you weren't going to give him the pig.
This way, she can find out if he's dating the chick from the fair.
I bet that's her car. Yeah?
The pig's her way in. It's a Trojan pig. It's genius.
Drive away right now.
Do you have a better idea? Yes.
Call him on the phone and ask, "Are you seeing someone?"
Or we could just throw that pig through the bitch's windshield.
Send her a message.
It was just one idea that I had.
Scootch down. Roll out. Do it now.
I don't know. I...
Maybe I could help you.
How about you give me a second?
I'll meet you guys over there, okay?
Okay. Okay.
Hey! Oh, boy.
Hey, Ronnie. What are you doing here?
Sorry. I must have... I just ended up here out of habit.
Why so nervous?
It's okay if you've got a new lady in your life.
Who, Trisha?
Yeah. She's not my lady.
There's definitely enough room back there for a pool.
It's true. This house is great.
So, we're selling the house now?
Were you going to mention this to me?
It's not even on the market yet.
All right, Trisha had these clients who just got into town.
They really needed a place. I'm just testing the waters.
Half of the waters are mine. They're mine.
You can't just sell the waters
without first consulting the other owner of the waters.
Look, we talked about this. I don't want to live here, Ronnie.
Plus, we could both use the money.
But if you want to buy me out and stay, I'm cool with that.
Aw. Who's M.C. And V. C?
They're dead!
Double suicide in the house. Have a nice escrow.
You, don't say anything.
So, Delaney's? No.
I've got a better idea.
Do exactly what I tell you to do, or I could get fired.
But let's be honest. That's bound to happen sooner or later.
I say do what you want.
No food or liquid. Okay.
Got it.
That's for selling the house, you son of a bitch.
And that's for cheating on me, and making me cheat on you.
Making you? Please.
And that's for looking cute and knowing how to fix things, you bastard.
Hey, Michelle Kwan. Quit showboating.
Oh. This? This is nothing. I'm just fooling around. I had a thought.
So, you know how your patient can't accept a Godless universe?
What if you can't accept a Mike-less universe?
Hmm. Ooh.
That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard.
No, it's not.
He's not trying to sell the house. He's just showing it.
I mean, do you want to live there, anyway? No.
Well, then quit beating up the pig and let him sell. You could use the money.
What are you so pissed off about?
Because if I stop being mad,
I will go back to sad.
Anybody want that?
No. No.
Why don't you just skip straight through to the happy?
Yeah. When does the happy happen?
Oh, I don't know. Now. Now.
This one's going out to all the ladies. Ladies-only skate.
Stop playing with the mike, Tim.
Why don't you make me, loser?
Ladies' skate!
Oh. This so reminds me of prom. Remember?
Barely.
Yeah, you threw up in the limo.
Oh. Good times.
Mike did hold your hair, though.
And any ladies who want to make out with each other right now, just feel free.
Not my sister.
Shut up, Tim.
I was hoping you could run it through your magic cop computer.
Nadia Marchand. What do you want to know?
Mainly, who she's related to.
Sure.
Then, maybe you can do something for me?
Mmm. Think I'm going to like this.
A Botox shot?
I don't need Botox.
It's for me, loudy.
You don't need Botox.
There's a furrow.
I just woke up, and it was there.
I think it's from all the stress.
Of course it's from the stress. You're a police officer.
And I'm dating you.
Come on, Sonia. You've got to know a dermatologist, some...
Oh, my God.
A sweet, innocent girl could become a ward of the state,
and you want cosmetic injections at cost.
I have to break up with you right now. Fine. Forget it.
I'm a vain, horrible person.
All right, I'll turn up somebody.
It might be a third cousin once-removed, but it will be somebody.
Honestly, I hope you don't find anybody.
I want this guy, Al, to have a shot at getting this kid.
So, basically hurry up and fail.
I'm on it.
In the meantime, I'll get you a consult with Dr. Drayer.
Thank you.
My furrow thanks you.
I'm so breaking up with you.
Okay. So, I will want the works. Okay.
You can bite, but you just have to be careful.
Biting is extra.
What are you doing?
No. No hookers in the hospital.
Okay, great. Look. My ad clearly states that I'm a masseuse.
Mark, you're married.
Hey. I am a man. Okay? I have appetites.
I've been starving myself for a god that doesn't exist,
and now it is time to feed the beast.
I want to say dirty words and, like, smoke some drugs,
and have filthy, dirty, gross hooker sex.
Hey!
Well, you're not doing it here.
Okay.
Come on, lady. Let's go.
I'm not going to charge you for the hour,
but you do owe me for the vodka and cab fare.
I'll catch you later, sexy lady!
Don't forget to pay your taxes!
Well, this is another banner day.
Is there any place good to eat around here?
Do you like pork?
Because if you do, I have an entire delicious roast pig
that you could have for free.
Oh. Thanks, but I don't eat pork.
Worried about your health, are you?
Hey. You want to judge me? I'll break your face in the parking lot.
Okay, take it easy.
What the hell do you have a whole pig for, anyway?
It was a gift for my husband.
Well, that's a terrible gift.
You want to keep a relationship together?
You've got to get him a gift the two of you can enjoy.
Tickets to Springsteen, for example.
Hey. Okay. Thanks for the advice, prostitute.
Masseuse.
Hey, Doc.
Who's your friend?
She's Mark Gunther's friend.
See, he came back to life as a huge pain in the ass. So, great work on that.
Oh. Well, I'm sorry to hear he's not happy that I saved his life
and brought him back from the dead. I guess I'm the bad guy here.
He's having a crisis of faith.
I don't know what to tell him.
I mean, after...
...what we saw over in the sandbox,
I don't have a whole lot of faith in faith.
What got you through over there?
Oh. You really want to know that?
I do.
Us. You.
That's what got me through. I believed in us.
Turns out it didn't last forever,
but it's what got me through.
I'm guessing you can't use that, though.
Daddy has a strong and vibrant life force.
He's fighting to stay here.
Actually, his blood pressure is extremely low.
You know what's killing him? Western medicine.
Oh, my God.
Maybe we should take him somewhere.
A private facility might make him get better.
I don't think your father could survive a move like that.
Not in the condition he's in.
Miss Payne, can you explain to my sisters
what happens if our father takes a turn for the worse without a DNR.
If your father goes into cardiac arrest,
then our crash team comes and shocks his heart with the paddles.
If he cannot breathe on his own,
then a tube is forcefully inserted into his throat
and the machines take over breathing for him.
It is violent and scary, and sometimes, it does not work.
I talked with my healer, and he said...
Enough, Lena. Enough.
Quit creating chaos.
Quit making everything about you, even when it isn't.
You haven't seen Father in years, and he hasn't missed you.
He was peaceful. This should be peaceful.
What you're trying to do is cruel and senseless, and you're not wanted here.
Hey, Sonia, it's me. I failed.
That's great.
Yeah, not really.
The reason I couldn't find any record of a Nadia Marchand
is because Nadia Marchand doesn't exist.
It's a fake name to go with her fake Social Security number.
Are you serious? Yeah.
I ran good old Daddy Al, too.
Real name at least, but he did four years in Florida
for selling a kilo of coke to the DEA.
Sonia, I think Cydie was kidnapped. Where's Al now?
Meeting with the social worker, I think.
All right, grab security. Keep him there. I'm on my way.
Okay, yeah. I got it.
Hey. Lorraine, have you seen Al?
No. He never showed up.
I thought he might be up here visiting Cydie.
What? What?
Hey. We put out an APB on Al Raymond
and issued an AMBER Alert for Cydie.
A photo would be helpful, but I can't find any record of a Cydie Marchand
in any of the tri-state elementary schools.
If I get my hands on that bastard... Hey.
Leave catching the bad guys to me.
You look ridiculous. You're not even doing it right.
I know. I'm not a very good rebel.
Those things taste awful, by the way.
You know,
I used to think that if I just listened hard enough,
I could hear God's voice. You know, I just...
Consoling me when I was afraid,
encouraging me when I was weak.
Now, I understand. I was just
talking to myself.
There's nobody out there.
We're all alone.
And I just...
I find that terribly disappointing.
You have your wife.
My wife is very upset with me about the hooker thing. She's...
She's upset.
I lost my faith, too, you know.
I went to war and I saw some things,
and then I just could not get with God anymore.
So, what do you believe now?
I think that God is in people.
I think that the Devil is in people, too.
I had this soldier bleed out on me on his 19th birthday.
You could tell that he was a good boy.
Like one of my brothers, maybe.
I held his hand while he was dying.
All I could think was, who could point their gun
at this boy and pull the trigger?
How can we do that to each other?
But you know what one of his buddies told me?
He ran into the shooting to save this little girl.
Who has that kind of courage and grace at 19 years old?
That's miraculous to me.
Maybe that's enough.
I still miss God.
Me, too.
Lena?
What are you doing out here?
Robert didn't mean it.
My brother is right.
There's nothing left between my father and me.
There hasn't been for years.
We would fight all the time when I was growing up.
He was a successful insurance executive,
and I was just his flaky daughter
who dropped out of college to become a rock star.
You can see how well that turned out.
Has he ever heard you sing?
I just thought there'd be more time.
There isn't.
You're not going to get a second chance at this.
You have to find a way to say goodbye.
Any news? No. Not yet.
I can't stand doing nothing, so I thought I'd scan
the National Center for Missing & Exploited Children's Web site.
Maybe there will be an entry from when Cydie was first abducted.
A desperate long shot. My favorite. Can I come?
Sure. Two sets of eyes are better than one.
Mind if we take the stairs?
Help! Help!
No, no. Wait. I'm here to help.
Hey, hey. I've been going over and over it in my head.
Shut up. Wait, wait, wait. Let him talk.
Why wouldn't Nadia tell me that Cydie wasn't hers?
Why did all the bills have to be in my name?
Why wasn't Cydie allowed to play with other children? I found something.
Here.
That's Cydie, when she was around one.
I don't know who those people are, but I think Nadia took Cydie from them.
Man's shirt says, "Hamel's Swimming Pools. " Run the name.
Where's Cydie? What do you mean, where's Cydie?
She's not in her room? I read her her favorite story, and then I left.
Where would a little girl go at night?
I know.
Which one is she?
There's Mommy. Next to the moon.
When I was little, I woke up and saw Mom and Dad
slow dancing in front of the fireplace.
This song makes me think of them.
Together. Happy.
If I was the sun way up there
I'd go with love most everywhere
I'll be the moon when the sun goes down
Just to let you know that I'm still around
That's how strong my love is
Oh!
That's how strong my love is
Whoa!
That's how strong my love is
Whoa!
That's how strong my love is
Whoa!
That's how strong my love is
Oh, God.
He's gone. I...
I can't...
I can't remember the last time I hugged him, but...
I can't... I... I can't remember...
I can't... Robert.
I can't...
How did it go with the Mercers?
Were they able to let their father go?
Yes. And it made me think of you.
Why is that?
Because enough is enough. You have to walk again, Dr. Harris.
What is it going to take? What do you need to let Yelena go?
You know, she wasn't even supposed to be home that day.
I insisted that she go back to the house
to sign for a vintage train set that I'd ordered online.
A toy train.
Can you imagine a grown man wanting something so ridiculous?
If I hadn't been so selfish, she wouldn't have gone back to the house.
She wouldn't have surprised the burglar.
She wouldn't be dead.
It's my fault.
I'm sorry that happened,
and I can see how you would feel terrible, but you're a smart man
and you know deep down that it's not your fault.
You have to let yourself off the hook.
Let me help you.
I'll go home with you and we'll pack up Yelena's stuff together.
Listen, Veronica. Thanks again for everything.
And please tell Reverend Todd that I said I'm sorry.
Mark. Are you done with all this nonsense?
Are you ready to shape up?
Because I need my husband back.
I can't do this on my own, okay?
Do what? Honey, I'm...
I'm pregnant.
I just took a test.
So, I need you to pull yourself together.
You're pregnant?
Yes.
You are? Yes!
That's wonderful.
Congratulations.
It's a miracle.
Yeah.
Yeah, it is.
Nadia was the Hamels' babysitter.
They left Cydie with her one day to go Christmas shopping, and that was it.
Three lives destroyed.
Four.
Hey, when you solve a case, do you ever wonder if anybody ever really won?
All the time.
That's when I wish I was the catcher for the Yankees, instead of a cop.
I think about beauty school, myself.
Well, that would be a waste.
Back at you.
I've got to go. My patients.
You ready?
Yeah.
Here we go.
I don't want a new Mommy and Daddy.
But they came all the way from Baltimore.
They've been waiting to see you since you were two.
Hey, Mr. And Mrs. Hamel. I... This is Cydie.
She's a little shy right now,
but I'm sure she'd want you to know that she's real happy to meet you.
She's a very smart girl.
And, uh, she's got a cat called Cow-Kitty because of his spots.
And she likes her door open a crack at night to let some light into her room.
And she is an excellent helper at changing oil on an 18-wheeler.
Her friend Al taught her that.
Maybe she'll show you some time.
Thank you.
Will I ever see you again?
Of course you will.
Yeah. The...
I'm going to let you get settled first,
and then I'll come to visit you. Okay?
You be good now, Apple Cydie.
We have the same color eyes. Yeah.
I saw this pig and I thought of you.
Wait, that didn't come out right.
I got you this pig, Mike.
I'm told it's the dumbest present ever, but it's for you.
You carried this around just for me?
You have no idea.
Just don't eat it all in one sitting.
God, Bobby Flay loves this farm.
This is, like, the greatest present ever.
I know, right? It's perfect.
You love me.
Yeah.
I do.
I love you, too.
I know.
I think we should sell the house.
It's the right thing to do.
Thanks.
Happy birthday, Mike.