Some more coffee, sweetie?
VERONICA: All right. You need any more bacon?
You look real pretty this morning, sweetheart.
Okay, guys, I really appreciate the attention.
And thanks for coming over for breakfast,
but I'm fine.
So we can all just act normal.
I love you. Oh, my God. Ryan...
Nice going, jackass. You're freaking her out.
No. It's fine.
I love you, too, Ryan.
JEANNIE: We're all just worried about you, hon.
A thing like this can stay with a person.
Mom, I told you, nothing's going to happen.
As far as the police department's concerned, she acted in self-defense.
I don't think she's talking about the legal ramifications, dummy.
She's talking about the emotional fallout
from shooting a guy at point-blank range, okay?
What do you know about emotional fallout?
Shut up about things that you don't know what you're talking about.
Was that the first person you killed,
or did you kill people over in Iraq?
Hey! What is the matter with you?
If it makes you feel any better, Trae Adams was one bad mope.
Trae Adams? Mmm.
That was his name?
Yeah. The guy had priors for B and E,
aggravated assault, even a murder one charge,
but DA couldn't make it stick.
Well, strike me dead for saying this,
but you've made the world a safer place, Veronica.
Thank God it's over. Mmm-hmm.
Hey, thanks.
No worries. You sure you're okay?
Yeah. Like Mom said, it's over.
Hear, hear. JEANNIE: Oh.
RYAN: To it being over.
Over and out.
(SIGHS)
Bye.
VERONICA: Hello? Everything is going to be okay.
Don't lie to me! (EXCLAIMING)
Don't lie to me!
VERONICA: Everything is going to be okay. (MUMBLES)
Everything is going to be okay.
(SCREAMS) Everything is going to be okay.
Hello?
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Hi. Uh...
Sorry. I don't mean to barge in on you on a Tuesday.
I know how you feel about that.
No, come in.
It's okay.
I know that we said that we'd give it a couple of days, but I just...
I really wanted to see you.
Be sure that you were okay.
I'm okay. I've just been sleeping, mostly.
Besides, it's kind of hard to get a quiet moment around here.
Seems pretty quiet right now.
Everybody just left.
Oh.
Actually, I was just leaving, too.
Hey. I love you.
We're going to get through this. You and me together.
Okay.
Can I give you a ride to work?
Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.
Chris. Chris. Don't worry. Wait.
I'm not going to let some horrible, random thing stop us from being together.
No, no. I mean...
I want to make sure that your dad's not going to come home and kill me.
(LAUGHS)
I think... I think we've got some time.
Yeah?
How are you sleeping?
Fine.
Any change in appetite?
Are you feeling fatigued or depressed?
No. I'm doing pretty good.
Intrusive thoughts?
To be honest, I'm doing okay.
Look, we've both got better things to do
than to sit here and lie to each other.
I could send you home on a mandatory three-week leave right now
if I see fit.
Helen. Please.
(SIGHS) When Jerry died on 9l11,
the hospital offered me a six-month sabbatical.
I couldn't stay away 72 hours. People thought I was nuts.
But I couldn't sit home alone with my grief
and my daytime television
and think about the love of my life
falling from the 100th floor of that tower
in the peach shirt and green tie
I picked out for him that morning.
To be honest, I'm having some trouble not dwelling.
But with a place to go, and knowing that I'm helping people,
I think that I can hold on.
Good.
Molly? This is Veronica. She's going to take good care of you, okay?
VERONICA: Hey.
Three days of vomiting and right upper quadrant pain.
This is her father, Nate.
Hi.
(MOUTHING)
Hey, Molly. Hi.
Nice polish choice. We're twins.
I still don't see why an 11-year-old needs a manicure. (SIGHS)
Whoever heard of silver nails?
It's called battle armor.
Honey, you feel any better?
Been like that since they got here.
(BEEPING RAPIDLY)
V-tach. What's happening? Molly?
She's got an abnormal heart rhythm.
Molly.
BRIGGS: I don't feel a pulse. Charge to 100.
NATE: Oh, God.
(POWERING UP)
Charged.
Clear.
(BEEPING) VERONICA: Normal sinus.
History of intractable vomiting.
Strong pulse. She's okay.
What's wrong with her heart?
Nothing. All the throwing up made her potassium levels extremely low.
Add a 40 of K to the bag.
Her labs aren't back yet. It could be dangerous.
What's dangerous is her going into V-tach again.
I'll push lidocaine.
Good to see somebody's out in front of this.
Let's draw up the potassium. Come on.
Fine. I'm not giving it to her.
(SIGHS) You don't have to.
VERONICA: Molly Singer.
Potassium 2.8.
Okay, thank you.
Good. Something we can fix.
She's going to be fine.
WOMAN ON PA: Dr. Reisner to the morgue.
Dr. Reisner, please report to the morgue.
Can I talk to you for a minute?
I have every right to question your authority,
so if you're going to yell at me... Shut it down, chatty.
You can question me anytime you want.
It just makes me look all the more spectacular when I'm right.
Then, what do you want? The ER nurse who came up
on the elevator with you, the one with the giant fun bags. Who is she?
(SIGHS)
A kid is coding and you're rack-checking? That's nice.
Relax. I'm not asking you to get us a room.
I just want to know what the situation is.
Married? Boyfriend? Lesbian? Kid in a wheelchair? What?
For the record, this conversation is making me very uncomfortable.
Oh, God. Are you going to get all sexual harassment lawsuit on me?
'Cause, honestly, it's soul-sucking and boring.
Give me the goods on your sexy friend.
I don't discuss my co-workers' personal lives.
Especially not with skeevy doctors.
Are we done?
Fine. But she's going to be very upset when she finds out I asked about her
and you didn't give me the goods.
Dr. Briggs, your lap band's prepped and ready.
All right.
(SCOFFS) What a nightmare.
It's not that bad.
Really? Would you be caught dead in it?
Throw it away.
All right.
Hmm?
Oh. The Halston caftan.
Now, that, I will be caught dead in.
Set it aside for my funeral.
I don't think this is going to work for a casket.
Something more fitted. Pants, maybe.
Really, Sonia? A pantsuit?
I'm not going to go to eternity looking like Hillary Clinton.
Get this thing off me.
Hey, it's helping you take deeper breaths.
Dr. Harris prescribed morphine if the mask makes you uncomfortable.
Every two hours as needed.
It's needed.
I'm not going to spend my days yelling like a lunatic over that machine.
Here, this will help. Good.
(CLEARS THROAT) I'm a civilized woman who does civilized things,
like handwritten correspondence.
(SIGHS)
My penmanship looks like a four-year-old's.
So, where's Paul, by the way?
We sold the house on the vineyard.
I sent him up for the closing.
(COUGHING)
You need to keep this on.
No! It makes me look like Hannibal Lecter.
(COUGHING)
Although, looking like a killer is fitting, I suppose,
when you're planning to off yourself.
What?
Don't look so surprised.
I'm cleaning out my closets, writing letters.
Haven't you ever taken a course in psychology?
I've decided to end my life. And I need you to help me.
VERONICA: Are all immunizations up to date?
Sorry. I'm not sure.
Do you know the name of her pediatrician?
I think it's, um... Who is it, baby?
Dr. Ferris. And I'm not a baby.
BP is 106 over 64.
Good. Repeat potassium is 3.2.
Molly's liver tests are all normal. No evidence of hepatitis.
Why is she in so much pain, Doctor?
Well, it could be an unusually bad stomach virus.
Although these things resolve themselves fairly quickly.
If not, we could look at an ultrasound of her abdomen.
Would that be all right with you?
TAMMY: He has no right to answer that.
I'm Molly's mother. I have full custody.
Hi, Mommy.
Sorry it took me so long to get here, honey.
I went home to get some of your things
to make you feel more comfortable.
Tammy, the school nurse called and said Molly was rushed to the ER.
The only reason they phoned me is because they couldn't find you.
Hmm. That's strange, because I was at my job.
The same place I've been every day since you abandoned us
for your fancy new family. (SIGHS)
Why did you let them bring her to Mercy? It's out of my network.
I'll pay.
(SCOFFS) We don't need your charity, Nate.
Let's continue this outside. Molly needs her rest.
You're just never going to get it, Nate. What do you expect me to do?
So, what do you want me to do with these guys?
Give them to a sick kid.
Are you sure? What if your dad comes back to visit?
He won't.
My mom says we don't want anything to do with him. I've got to be on her side.
Whatever they're discussing out there has nothing to do with you.
Keep the frog. The rest can go.
Why don't I help you unpack?
Sure.
All right.
Carrie? Aren't you, like, in fifth grade? How about Nancy Drew?
Not scary enough.
What's so great about scary?
My parents always fought after I went to bed
and it gave me bad nightmares.
The kind you can't wake up from.
I hate those. Especially when you think you wake up, but you're stuck in the dream,
and the monsters are still chasing you.
That's what's so great about scary books.
In the end, the monsters usually get their butts kicked.
I don't want to ruin the end of Carrie,
but you may want to brace yourself.
It's my third time reading it.
And the monster isn't Carrie,
it's the teenagers who are mean to her.
You're pretty smart.
Well, I'm no Nancy Drew.
Nobody likes a wise ass.
Except for me.
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
(GROANS)
I miss food. I'm only on the second day of my cleanse.
Dating a pastry chef made me fat.
You're not fat.
And this is boring. You and your cleanse are boring.
VERONICA: Come on.
It's my first-day- back-at-work-after- shooting-a-guy dinner.
The least you could do is drink with me.
Too soon? Yeah. Kind of.
Sorry.
Just because we're not talking about it
doesn't mean that we can't if you want to. Do you want to?
No. It was bad, but it's over.
I'm good. Chris and I are good.
Great. So, you and Chris are still on.
Yeah. He's meeting me at my house later.
Doesn't your mother live there?
Why not just have him meet you here?
I was trying to be sensitive.
Mike works here. I don't want to be a jerk.
Mike's not here. Stephanie said he's off today.
Well, then, Chris is meeting my mother for no reason.
If that doesn't scare him off, nothing will.
Okay, can we talk about somebody else?
Sonia, have you heard from Nick?
No. And I am not going to hear from Nick.
He's an Italian cop. He's not just going to forget about the fact
that his girlfriend slept with somebody else.
You could start with "I'm sorry."
Yeah, I already tried that.
It's over. It's fine.
It's what I wanted. It's what I got. Yay, me.
What's going on with the rich lady?
It's good.
ANGEL: Good.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Hello?
What?
Mom? What? Slow down.
What happened?
Oh, God.
Okay. Yeah. I'll be right there. Bye.
(GROANS)
SONIA: What? I've got to go.
My dad put a pot of turpentine on the stove and almost burned the house down.
Flanagan down. Flanagan down.
(ANGEL LAUGHS)
VERONICA: Yeah.
Dad, what happened?
He was so happy about the breakfast he made this morning,
he decided to do a little turpentine flambé.
Mike came right over.
So, you've got to bust my balls?
Take him in the other room and find a game on TV or something.
You might as well put on Sesame Street.
Oh, come on.
All right, all right.
Do you want a drink?
No, I've got to go by work later.
Okay.
What?
Nothing.
You guys are going to have to replaster and repaint.
Mmm-hmm.
You know, (SIGHING) I was here the other day, and that bottle was full.
Jeez. You go through a couple of bottles of whiskey a night,
all of the sudden, you're an alcoholic.
Look, you scared the hell out of me the other day.
I know. (DOORBELL RINGS)
And with what you've got going on,
I don't think that's the solution to your problems.
I can't sleep.
Veronica, you have a visitor.
Uh... Hello.
Oh, boy.
Chris? CHRIS: Yeah.
You remember Mike.
Hey. What... What happened here?
Oh, my dad had a little accident.
Anything I can do to help? We're fine.
Well, I guess this is my cue.
You kids have fun.
I'll walk you out, honey.
I think she really likes me.
(SIGHS)
Let's get out of here. Yeah.
Okay. Come on.
(GUNSHOTS)
TAMMY: What do you say to Uncle Greg? Thank you.
GREG: So, you like it? Yeah. The colors are really pretty.
TAMMY: Yeah, look, you've got pink in there.
Purple. Yep.
Heart rate's up to 122. Is that bad?
She might just need some more IV fluids
or could be running a low-grade temp.
How are you feeling, Molly?
Are you stressed about something?
TAMMY: I probably got her all riled up with my complaining.
Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, my car up and died.
This is my brother, Greg. He's giving me a ride to work.
That's nice of you, Greg.
Uh, Tammy, I'll meet you downstairs?
Bye, sweetheart. Bye.
I wish I could stay longer,
but my boss is being a real jerk about me coming in late.
100.2. Not quite a fever, but we'll keep an eye on it.
Be good, honey. I'll check in on you later.
VERONICA: Hmm.
So lame.
(SIGHS)
You could have fooled me.
Well, my mom's really big on being polite.
Uh-huh. (SIGHS) I guess I'm just not in the mood.
You can be as grumpy as you want with me.
I brought you something.
Actually, it's kind of for both of us.
Awesome! (GASPS) The Stand.
I know. I've always wanted to read it.
You were too scared.
Well, that, and it's, like, 800 pages.
Anyway, I was thinking we could read it together.
A two-person book club. Mmm-hmm.
I'm in. Cool.
But, hey, hey.
This isn't a race to the finish or anything, okay?
Let me take a look at her records.
I'm pretty sure I can do a circumferential pulmonary vein isolation
and linear left atrial ablation
to achieve bidirectional conduction block.
I'm one of, like, five guys in the world who can perform that procedure.
Wow. (CELL PHONE RINGING)
I know.
Briggs. I wish I could help, but I'm swamped.
Be right there.
(SIGHS)
105? It's been an hour, show-off.
Molly?
Molly, are you in there?
(MOLLY GROANING)
Oh, my God.
(GROANING) Molly?
(ALARM BEEPING) Molly?
She was menstruating. She left the tampon in for at least a day or two.
VERONICA: I'll send for culture and sensitivity.
So, you're thinking toxic shock?
Possible. There are signs of infection in the cervix.
Let's see what kind of bug we're dealing with.
It's definitely not toxic shock.
It's a whole hell of a lot worse.
(SIGHS) Hey. Are you ready for dinner?
I've decided on tonight.
I'd like a glass of Dom Pérignon,
a dish of chocolate mousse,
and Joni Mitchell on the record player.
Then, you can leave me with the morphine.
I can't do it, Lauren.
I had the most wonderful morning with Paul.
He's always called me by my first name.
But yesterday when he left, he said, "I love you, Mom." And walked out the door.
That's a nice place to end, don't you think?
Didn't you hear me? I'm not helping you kill yourself.
The morphine is not there. I locked it up.
You have good quality of life left, Lauren.
And I'm going to be here for all of it.
I will care for you. I will listen to you...
I'm the one who decides what happens around here.
I give the orders. You listen to me.
Not this time.
Fine. You're fired. Get out of here now.
The service won't be able to send anybody until tomorrow.
Then, I hope you enjoy one last night sleeping on my thousand-thread-count sheets.
Don't think I haven't noticed your taste in the finer things, darling.
That's why you ditched that poor detective and seduced my son.
Am I right? You don't know me.
Oh, yes, I do.
Now, all your efforts will amount to nothing
because you're half-hearted. You're gutless. You're cheap.
Lauren, stop it.
Deep down, you know you'll always be the help.
And you're just a sad old lady yelling at the help.
So, who's worse?
(POP MUSIC PLAYING ON HEADPHONES)
(DISTORTED) Hey, do you have a car?
Chloe, do...
Ow! Do you have a car?
Yes. I need a ride. It's an emergency.
(SIGHS) Where is the emergency?
Filippelli's Restaurant. I'm meeting somebody there. Do you know it?
The restaurant in Newark? Are you joking?
Drive yourself.
I don't drive.
What do you mean, you don't drive?
I'm in a bit of a time out, driving-wise.
Seriously? You're a grown-ass man.
Do you have any pull with the DA? No.
Then, I need a ride.
I am not driving you to dinner.
Nobody is having dinner.
Look, I need a nurse who knows how to keep her mouth shut.
It's a VIP house call.
Can you imagine that conversation?
Asking your 11-year-old how she got gonorrhea?
(DOOR OPENS)
She admitted it.
Four boys from sixth grade were having sex with my baby.
Did she tell you their names?
HARRIS: Well, it's very important that we notify the Public Health Department.
An epidemic of gonorrhea at the school can't go unchecked.
That's what happened with Molly.
The disease spread from her pelvis,
causing Fitz-Hugh-Curtis syndrome.
It inflamed her liver capsule, causing the abdominal pain.
I've just never been around for her enough, you know?
Do I want to be able to sit and have dinner with her? Yeah.
Do I want her to be able to take Tae Kwon Do after school?
Yeah. But someone's got to put a roof over our heads.
So, I work, leaving her to take care of herself,
looking for attention wherever she can get it.
Those boys taking advantage of her...
I just... I just want to kill them.
There's a lot you two need to discuss.
Would you like me to get the social worker?
No. Um... This is my fault.
I'm the one who's going to fix it.
I need to start being there for Molly.
I want her to know that she can always count on me.
I'll have housekeeping set up a cot in her room,
so you don't have to leave until she's released.
Do you think that you can get the time off?
Oh, I'm taking it. They can fire me if they want.
How long should I tell them?
Two or three days.
I'm going to keep her on IV antibiotics until the pain resolves
and the fever subsides.
Thank you.
Battle armor.
Are you all right, Veronica?
Yeah.
Veronica, you've got a call at the station.
Thank you.
Hello?
SANDS: What are you wearing?
Well, big guy, right now I'm running my hands down a boxy poly-cotton blend top
that turns into a boxy poly-cotton blend bottom.
Tell me about the shoes.
Cross trainers.
I called you a couple of times.
Oh, I think I left my cell phone at your place.
Can you look around for it for me?
Yeah, sure.
What's up?
Um... Not much. You were gone when I woke up,
and I guess I was wondering if everything was okay, or...
Hey, you had the day off. I didn't want to wake you up.
I was trying to be a good girlfriend.
You know, you can wake me up.
I'd rather see your face than sleep.
I will.
Hey, what about dinner tonight? I'll make you anything you want.
Okay. Beef Wellington.
Yeah, you don't mess around, do you?
Get cooking, honey. I'll see you around 9:00.
Bye. Bye.
Just keep quiet and follow my lead.
Uh... Are you taking me somewhere to kill me? Because I will scream.
Or grab a cleaver.
Oh! Is that black truffle risotto?
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Dom.
Damiano, are you in there, big man?
Big Dom? As in Big Dom Fattore?
I swear to God, if there is a dead hooker behind there,
I'm going to run down this hall faster...
Get in here.
Who is she? She's a nurse.
You need help with everything?
I hope she doesn't have a big mouth.
Dom, I'm here. What do you need?
He's breathing, but he won't wake up.
What, did he get hit in the head? What happened?
I think he had a seizure.
Are you okay, sir?
BRIGGS: What the hell is going on?
Ah, I must have caught myself on my zipper.
Don't worry about it.
Come here.
I... I...
Come here. Okay.
Lauren, I'm going to bed. Do you need anything?
(SONIA SIGHS)
It's freezing in here. You're recovering from pneumonia.
LAUREN: Please go away.
I'm not going to let you catch your death on my watch.
So you've stated many times.
Please, just go.
(SIGHING) Lauren.
This was a new bottle. Did you take all of these?
I did what I had to do.
Where did you get this?
The maid keeps her PMS stash under the powder room sink.
Do you know what happens when you OD on acetaminophen?
I'm hoping death is involved.
Liver failure.
Jaundice makes you itch worse than anything.
You vomit blood. Your stomach swells till you can barely breathe.
And all that lasts for weeks.
You couldn't have picked a more painful, miserable, drawn-out way to go.
I have to call the paramedics and get you the antidote.
You're... You're a strong, independent woman.
How would you feel if you were trapped inside this failing body
and had no say in your own fate?
This should be my choice.
And I choose not to burden my son.
I choose not to get my food through a tube in my stomach.
I choose not to pay people to bathe me and wipe my ass.
Don't put me in this situation.
If I were a sick dog, I'd be treated with more dignity.
(STAMMERING) They'd put me to sleep without a second thought.
Why am I being punished?
I made the most of my life.
My only crime was getting this disease.
Please, please, let me go.
Get me the morphine.
Lauren, how can I do this for you? It's illegal.
I sent you to the drug store.
When you returned, I was unresponsive.
I can't.
You checked for signs of life. There were none.
Since I have a DNR, you did not perform CPR or call the paramedics.
An elderly ALS patient with pneumonia is not a coroner's case.
Dr. Harris will simply sign the death certificate
and the funeral home will come collect my body.
That's all you have to do.
BRIGGS: Who is he?
Angelo. He's the sommelier.
Is he going to wake up or what?
Does he have a history of epilepsy? How should I know?
How about head trauma? Sleep deprivation? Alcohol abuse?
He liked the wine a little too much.
He went cold turkey a couple of days ago.
All right, it's probably alcohol withdrawal. He's postictal.
Chloe, push two migs of Ativan. Uh-huh.
Is that going to wake him up?
It will prevent him from having any more seizures.
He's going to have to come to on his own.
Pupils are equal, round and reactive.
Um, sir, not to be disrespectful or anything,
but you don't look too good.
Dom, you may have lost more blood than you realize.
You should probably just let me take a look at it.
(SIGHING)
(GROANING)
BRIGGS: Okay. Multiple full-thickness lacerations.
Most likely due to central incisor trauma.
Both the dorsal and ventral surfaces.
What the hell does that mean?
Those zipper teeth took a big bite out of you.
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
Well, let's hurry this up, all right?
(KNOCKING ON DOOR) What?
MAN: Boss, table seven is asking for Angelo. You seen him?
Figure it out for yourself!
Who are you?
So, what do I need here? A Band-Aid? Some Neosporin?
No. We need to prep for a surgical procedure.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
Uh, hey, Veronica lost her cell phone,
so I'm just retracing her steps from yesterday.
Have at them.
Hey, I don't want to pull you away
from whatever you're doing, man.
How does Ronnie seem to you?
Uh, good.
Has she talked to you about the shooting at all?
Uh, not really, no.
I just know how she is.
I'm worried about her. I mean, the way she grew up, they don't talk about stuff.
Well, she says she's fine.
(LAUGHS) Yeah, well, if there's one thing that girl knows about,
it's pretending that things are fine when they're not.
Yeah, I guess you'd know, right?
What's that supposed to mean?
Sorry. I just meant that you were together for a long time.
Yeah. We were.
And I know her well enough to know that she copes by not coping.
But maybe you haven't met that Veronica.
Well, thanks, but I think I know her pretty well, too.
Do you think I want to talk about this?
I'm trying to move on with my life.
And I know you guys think that you have this golden, perfect relationship.
Okay, okay.
Just keep your eyes open, okay?
Thanks, Mike. I've got it covered.
All right, man. Great. Glad to hear it, buddy.
Ah.
Thanks, for whatever the hell this was.
Approximate the wound edges with the Adson's while I apply the Dermabond.
(EXHALING)
Whoa. Aren't you going to numb it?
We're going to use medical-grade super glue to seal the lacerations.
You won't feel a thing. (SIGHING)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
I said I wanted to be left alone!
FATTORE: Stronzo, it's me!
DAMIANO: Dad!
Hurry it up. Hurry it up.
This just keeps getting better and better.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR) FATTORE: Open the door!
One second!
Try to evert the edges of the wound. Minimize scarring.
(KNOCKING CONTINUES) Other side.
FATTORE: I'm three seconds... BRIGGS: There you go.
...from putting my foot through this door. You're doing good.
FATTORE: You're in my office.
(KNOCKING CONTINUES)
Done.
(SIGHS)
(DOORKNOB RATTLING)
How am I going to hide this? How am I going to hide this?
(STAMMERING) Sit down. Put your hand in your lap and follow my lead.
Go.
(DOOR OPENS)
Look who's here. Dr. Long Shot.
What... What happened?
(SIGHS)
ANGELO: Did I do that with my mouth?
What? Uh...
No. Well...
(LAUGHS) What?
Oh! Sort of.
See, what happened was Angelo got drunk,
and he said something that your son took offense to.
Who are you?
BRIGGS: She's my nurse. She's fine.
Anyway, he was cracking wise, so I slapped him.
BRIGGS: You know, human teeth have a lot of germs.
If you contaminate a joint with mouth bacteria,
you can lose the use of your hand.
So, I figured, you know, with the probation and all,
play it safe, bring the doc down here
instead of going to a hospital.
(SIGHS)
Too bad.
The kid knows wine. I know, right?
I'm going to give him another chance.
Hmm.
(SIGHS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
(SIGHING) So, after this,
I'd say we're square,
wouldn't you?
(PUNCHING) (GASPS)
(COUGHS)
You think you got leverage on me?
Keep thinking it,
and your problem with us is going to get bigger than it already is.
(COUGHING)
(MOLLY MOANS)
Hello?
(MOLLY CRYING)
Molly! Molly!
Your liver is sick. What are you doing?
(CRYING) Dr. Harris said I'm getting better.
Not like this.
Where's your mom? I'm going to go get your mom.
No! No, don't get her!
Molly, stop it!
Tell me what is going on right now!
(CRYING)
(TAMMY GASPS)
You're pimping out your daughter?
(GROANING)
(SCREAMING)
There are no boys at school.
Only the men you brought to the house.
Get off me!
(SCREAMING)
You brought a john? You brought a john to see her here?
Stop it! Veronica!
Veronica! Let go of her!
Veronica! No!
Let's go! No!
Help her! (GROANING)
Veronica! (YELLING)
Veronica!
She's pimping out her daughter, Dan!
You could have killed her. Are you insane?
She's pimping out her daughter.
Well, then, we'll call the police.
We don't do this here. You know that.
Sit down. Sit down. Do not move until I tell you to get up.
Where are you going?
To try and clean up this mess.
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
It's time.
I didn't mean a single thing I said earlier.
Me, neither.
You can have whatever you want in life, Sonia.
You know that, right?
Lauren, I... I'm really glad I met you.
And I, you, my dear.
Would you be sure you're the one to break the news to Paul?
(SONIA SIGHS)
Yeah.
(SNIFFLES)
That's it, I suppose.
I don't want to leave you.
You have to.
You did a nice job on that penis.
Clean work. Impressive.
Anyhow, um, clearly, you're in trouble
and I don't want to know why.
I just, um... I want you to know that I won't say anything.
Yeah?
Well, I think you talk too much.
Where are you going? This is downtown Newark!
For your work.
(CAR HORN HONKING)
OFFICER 1: Okay, we got what we need.
OFFICER 2: Thank you, ma'am.
Tammy Singer was arrested.
After receiving six stitches in her lip.
What did the police say?
They took my statement and said that I'm free to go.
They think that I'm a hero.
The Jersey City Police are not the moral authority of this hospital.
What if that child hadn't been telling the truth?
What if she had made up that story? Did you ever consider that?
Molly's father is on his way down here right now.
She asked to see you.
I told her you went home, which is what you're going to do.
Dan, I can talk to her.
No. You're going to leave.
Now.
I can't stand the sight of you.
(PHONE RINGING)
MAN ON PHONE: Kennedy Funeral Home.
SONIA: Hello.
Uh, my name is Sonia Jimenez.
I'm Lauren Kempton's home care nurse.
I just returned from the drug store
and found my patient unresponsive.
She's an elderly woman with ALS and pneumonia.
I checked for signs of life.
There were none.
She has a DNR, therefore I did not perform CPR.
Her primary physician, Dr. Harris,
saw her within the last 30 days and can attest to her condition.
Um, would you please send someone to collect the body?
Yes, ma'am. Thank you.
Hi, honey. I'm home.
Hi.
It smells fantastic in here.
Ah, yes. Well, that would be the Beef Wellington
that I whipped up starting three hours ago.
Oh, my...
(LAUGHS)
Thanks.
How was work?
Great.
Good.
Let's eat.