♪ ♪
Announcer: Let's give a big welcome
to the Bourbons new second baseman, Jaquan Lewis!
Whose journey to the major league
began right here on this field!
Blair: Hey rookie!
Let's show 'em how it's done.
- You got it, ace.
(Kids cheer) Yeah!
♪ ♪
(Heartbeat thuds)
(Throwing whoosh)
(Slow-motion exhale)
(Thwack!) Umpire: Strike!
- Hey man,
I said let's show 'em how it's done!
(Fans cheering and clapping)
(CRACK!)
(Fans cheering and clapping)
Woo!
That's what I'm talking about!
♪ ♪
(Kids cheer)
(Distorted music and sounds)
♪ ♪
Are you all right?
(Heart beats quickly)
Jaquan.
Reporter: Proof of the city of Louisville... big heart.
Hundreds of people lining up
for days now in support of Bourbons
rookie second baseman, Jaquan Lewis,
in dire need of a bone-marrow transplant
after being diagnosed last week
with a rare form of leukemia.
Let talk to some of these fans and see why they're here.
- The Bourbons need Jaquan.
Get well soon, Jaquan! We love you!
- All right. Let's find some more people in here. Ladies?
- This team is kike family.
And you do anything for your family.
(TV clicks off)
- You're gonna drive yourself crazy watching that, Ma.
- All of those people, baby.
One of them has got be a match.
(Knock on door)
- Mrs. Lewis... a word?
- No. Whatever news you've got,
you can say it in front of me, Doc.
- Okay then.
We've confirmed it's a match.
- (Relieved exhale)
Thank God.
- What's the problem, Doc?
- No donor came forward,
we got this blood sample sent in anonymously.
And I got this text on my cell phone.
- (reads) "How much is a human life worth?
Answer noon tomorrow."
- W-what's that supposed to mean?
- I'll tell you what it means.
It means they want us to pay.
(Car whooshes by)
Zara: One minute left, young Cody Hallam
has the ball at his feet, he passes to Amy!
Saved by Mamma Hallam!
Go! Here we go! Here we go!
What?!
Oh, but Cody Hallam scores!
Whhhhaaa!
- Whhha... - Oh.
- (Starts crying) - What happened?
- I hurt my knee! - All right.
There.
(Phone rings)
Better? - Yeah.
I love you.
What about you? Hm?
- Zara...
Maxine Carlson. Says it's urgent.
- On second.
- Tell them something's come up.
- Oh. - No-no-no-no-no-no.
Just-just-just hear me out, okay?
We get a sitter, hit up Mulligan's.
Happy Hour, get sloppy drunk and then...
- Rain check.
Rain check.
Hey Max, what's up?
♪ ♪
- Hey guys. Sorry I'm late.
Where's Eric?
- Upstairs. Talking to the baseball player and the mom.
- When was the blood sample received?
- 4:36 yesterday afternoon via courier.
Text came in minutes later on the burner.
They're getting in touch later today at 12.
- Can you believe this?
Ransoming bone marrow.
Talk about sick.
- The text simply asks "how much life is worth".
Technically it's not a ransom.
- What's the difference?
- If they demanded a ransom, they could be prosecuted.
They want us to make them an offer.
- Or they won't turn it over.
How is it not still a ransom?
- Under the law?
They can claim they just asked for a reward.
- Clever. - Yeah.
- More like evil.
♪ ♪
(Knock on door)
- Mrs. Lewis, Eric Beaumont.
You must be Jaquan. - Hi.
Jaquan: Ma says you're like a private negotiator.
- Yeah. I get called when it might be dangerous
to involve the police.
- So what makes you any different?
- Well, the police are sworn to arrest people
when they are breaking the law.
My one and only concern is preservation of live.
- You have to move fast.
The doctor says his leukemia is spreading.
And if he doesn't get the transplant soon...
- Ma. What's your first move, Mr. Beaumont?
- Well, you're in a strong position,
so we're gonna use a negotiating tactic
called "demonstration."
- We're in a strong position?
- Well, that donor's blood is only of value to you.
And only if he receives it soon.
Which means it's in their interest as well as ours
to resolve this quickly.
We just need to "demonstrate" those facts.
- But you make it sound so simple.
- Well, negotiations are rarely simple.
But in this case the facts are.
- Uh... Can I, can...
Can I speak to you a minute? - Sure.
- We can't afford to pay you,
I hope the hospital told you that.
- Please don't worry, Mrs. Lewis.
- People think we're rich,
but Jaquan was a 7th round draft pick
we never even got the signing bonus.
I'm still working two jobs...
- Look, my fee's been taken care of.
- By who?
- Someone who wishes to remain anonymous.
Mrs. Lewis, this is Zara Hallam,
my chief investigator.
Oliver Yates, our psychological profiler.
And Maxine Carlson, my second.
- Thank you - all of you - for being here.
Um, w-what happens next?
- Well first, We require what we call "proof of life"
to confirm that whatever's being ransomed exists.
- That blood sample matched Jaquan's.
Dr. Rowe said so.
- Yeah, we have some questions about that.
- Like what?
- Well, this hospital is the only facility
that knows Jaquan's profile.
- So?
- So how did whoever sent that sample know it was a match?
Woman: Help me!!!
♪ ♪
(Yelling) Help!
Oh...
(Struggling grunts)
Come on.
Help me!
Oliver: 22-years-old with leukemia.
That sucks.
- Two years ago he broke the single-season
college home run record.
Bourbons are lucky to have him.
- Wait a second, I thought you were a Yankees fan.
You hate the Bourbons.
- I'm a rational human being.
Of course I hate the Bourbons.
- Tissue typing evaluates the compatibility of HLA
between the donor and the recipient.
- Let's pretend for a second I don't know what HLA is.
- Marvin.
- Oh, ah, Human Leukocyte Antigens.
We stimulate antibody production
to determine whether the bone marrow's a match.
- Jaquan has accelerated Chronic Myeloid Leukemia
with a T31-SI gene mutation.
The transplant is his best chance for a complete cure.
- So how many potential matches for Jaquan
have you processed here?
- Thousands. With hundreds more coming in every day.
- And none have been a match?
- Not until that sample yesterday.
- His particular blood type
makes it difficult to find a perfect match.
- And what if we don't find a match?
- Then there can't be any transplant.
- Could someone test their own HLA
to see if they were a match?
- I suppose so.
I mean, if they had the right equipment.
- But they wouldn't know their HLA matched Jaquan's
unless they had a sample of his blood, too.
- Right.
(Approaching footsteps)
- What are you doing?
- 90-second micro-nap.
- "Micro-nap?"
- Well, you need them when you only get three hours sleep.
- You only sleep for three hours?
- Well?
- Impossible to confirm a match
without access to Jaquan's blood.
- Well, obviously not impossible.
They confirmed it somehow.
- Maybe someone jabbed him?
Stole some of his blood?
- Well, they wouldn't need to physically steal his blood
if they had access to the hospital's database.
- What if someone hacked in from outside
to get Jaquan's profile?
- We need tech support.
- Of course you do.
- Say hi for me.
- Say hi to who?
- Well, well, well, Oliver Yates.
- Hey Annie. How's Seattle?
- Oh, so you do remember my name, huh?
- Okay. Of course. I mean, look,
it's not like I didn't wanna call.
- It's just, what? That you forgot my digits
until you needed something. - Annie...
- Who's that with you? - What do you mean?
- Hi, Annie. I'm Maxine.
- Why are you here?
- You're cute, Max. Watch out for him.
- Um. Okay.
- Listen Annie, I'm kind of in a rush
so we need to make this quick. Okay?
- Lucky for you I don't sleep.
Hit me with it, Romeo.
- (whispers) "Romeo?"
- How do you feel about hacking into a Hospital database?
- All set?
- I'm patched into Dr. Rowe's cell phone now.
Any text she gets will show up here...
(Beeps)
- "You tested the blood?"
- Yes. Positive match.
- Response latency is...
"How about a reward?"
- Non existent.
Somebody's eager to communicate.
How much do you have in mind?
(Keys clack)
(Beep)
(Whistles)
- That bone marrow's is only of value to Jaquan Lewis.
And he doesn't have $6 million.
(Keys clack)
(Beep)
- Well, If he dies, everyone loses.
We need to talk. In person.
(Keys clack)
- No response.
They're gone.
(Sirens wail in the distance)
♪ ♪
- Let me help you with that.
- I got it, Ma.
- Just-just let me feel useful, baby.
- (Big exhale)
What is it?
What happened with the negotiation?
- Nothing happened, that's what.
They hung up on him!
And time's running out.
- We know there's a donor, Ma.
A match. This isn't over.
- Jaquan, they want $6 million.
We don't have the money.
- We didn't come this far to give up.
I'm not giving up now.
(Hospital announcement over PA)
♪ ♪
- Well?
- Well, Annie's working on it,
but she said it could take days
to locate a breach in the hospital firewall.
- If there was one.
- You think this was an inside job?
- Check hospital employees with access to that database.
- Will do.
What happened with the "reward?"
- They hung up.
- Were they supposed to do that?
- Oh, they were thrown by my demand
for an in-person meeting.
- Clever enough not to ask for a ransom,
too inexperienced to anticipate your next move.
- A crime of opportunity.
- Technically known as making it up as you go along.
- Get on this hospital employee records.
Whoever this is, let's see if this is an inside job.
- Right away.
- You want to tell me about Annie... "Romeo?"
- No, Maxine.
- Mrs. Lewis.
- (Whimpers)
- I know you're feeling discouraged.
But we're building a profile
of who ever sent you that blood sample.
- But they won't even negotiate.
- Well, hanging up the phone suggests someone
who's emotionally labile, desperate.
We just need a little more time.
- (Emotional exhale)
- Is there something you haven't told me, Mrs. Lewis?
- Jaquan didn't want me to tell you this, um...
the transplant is not the only treatment.
- Chemotherapy...?
- They say it'll reduce his lung capacity.
He'll never play pro ball again.
- Let me talk to him.
What's up? - Hey, Mr. Beaumont.
- Oh, Jackie Robinson.
- Two outs, bottom of the 9th,
he hits a grand slam to win the game.
- Ebbetts Field, June 24, 1948.
Dodgers beat the Pirates, 8-6.
- Jackie's the reason why I'm a second baseman.
He never gave up.
- Yeah. Well, you know...
chemo isn't giving up, Jaquan.
Not if it keeps you alive.
- My dad died in Falluja when I was 6, Mr. Beaumont.
Ever since then, my mother has been working
two sometimes three jobs to make ends meet.
I spent every day after school hitting balls.
I knew I had skill.
I knew that if I could make it I could...
provide for her like she provided for me.
Now if you take that away from me,
I have nothing.
- Now you know that's not true.
- I'm telling you, in this game?
It ain't over.
(Knock on door)
- Excuse me.
Hey, Jaquan. Can I see you?
- Be very careful around this woman -
Zara's a huge Yankees fan.
I'm just... afraid of what she might do to you.
- Noted.
She looks tough, too.
- Don't worry, you're okay.
Considering your team.
- Oh. Well... we'll make a fan out of you yet.
- You know what?
You just might.
We just received a text from whoever sent the blood.
They've agreed to an in-person meet.
♪ ♪
(Phone buttons beep)
- I'm here now.
I understand.
(Low hum of chatter, laughter)
- We think we got her.
20s. Blue dress. Purposeful.
- I think I've seen her somewhere.
(Elevator dings)
(Footsteps clank)
♪ ♪
- Good afternoon. I'm Eric Beaumont.
- Okay. A little more female than I expected.
- Okay, Mr. Beaumont. You got the money?
- No, I'm afraid not.
- Name is Kim Newham. No priors.
Manages a package and ship store.
Zero medical training.
- So she couldn't have analyzed her own blood.
- Props for keeping up.
- I'm sorry, miss,
but Jaquan doesn't have anywhere near $6 million.
Oliver: Something else on her mind, she's afraid.
- It's $6 million or nothing.
- Jaquan's mother wants him to start chemo.
And if that happens then you get nothing.
- You asked me here to tell me that?
- No. To be honest I use any excuse
to come to this restaurant.
I also need a cheek swab.
- What for?
- To confirm you're the donor.
- You've got the blood sample.
Sorry. I'll be in touch.
- You want us to follow her?
- No. Too risky, someone could be watching.
But we do need to verify she's the donor.
- Thought you might say that.
Come with me, girlfriend.
(Elevator dings)
(Running footsteps)
♪ ♪
Oh, ah... sorry.
♪ ♪
- She's taken.
- I'm sorry? - I'm sorry.
I see you eyeing up my woman.
And she's taken.
- Oh my God.
- I'm just standing here.
- Oh, you're just standing here.
- You're doing it again! - I'm doing it again?!
I'm doing it again because of you and your bimbo!
- Excuse me?! - I am so sorry.
Don't you dare apologize!
- Hey, what the hell?!
- You're such a psycho! - Oh, I'm the psycho?!
- Stop it! - You're both insane.
(Yelling over one another stops)
(Trunk shuts)
(Seatbelt clicks)
- All right. Here we go.
(Door slams)
(Low hum of chatter nearby)
♪ ♪
(Chair clatters)
You wait here, okay?
- Okay.
♪ ♪
- What happened?
- This isn't gonna work.
- Just stick to what I tell you and it'll all be fine.
- This guy they've hired.
- I hope you didn't do anything stupid...
- Of course not!
Only what you said.
But he said $6 million is impossible
and you'll end up with nothing...
- That's what they want you to believe.
They'll find the money.
When you don't have a choice, you find a way.
They get the money tomorrow,
or Jaquan won't be the only one that dies.
Understand?
Your sisters life is on the line.
(Struggling grunts)
(Sires wail in the distance)
(Approaching footsteps)
- Zara says the lab's running Kim Newham's blood sample
right now. - Okay. Good.
Out with it.
- You told that woman,
Jaquan's mother wants him to get chemo.
So why doesn't he?
- Well, because it would end his baseball career.
- (Scoff) That's crazy.
- You think?
- You've got to talk sense into him.
- Well, that's not my place.
- Not your place to save his life?
We both know you could change his mind.
- Well... perhaps.
But it's his life.
It's his decision to make.
- It's unpaid leave, of course.
You've been watching the news, right?
You know this is my son.
I don't know when. Okay?
Okay. All right.
- They want you back at work?
- I've already lost one of my jobs.
- I had a single mom, too. I know how it is.
- Divorce?
- No. No.
My dad died when I was 11.
- You must have felt your whole world ended.
- After my grandma died, he uh,
he gave me this necklace for protection.
Thought it would keep me safe always.
- You got kids?
- A boy and a girl.
- You know, they say you're not supposed to make your kids your life,
you're supposed to live for yourself.
But that's a bunch of bull.
Right?
That boy's my whole world.
- What can you tell us about his contract with the Bourbons?
- There is no contract with the Bourbons.
They cancelled it as soon as they found out he was sick.
- We appreciate your position.
The Bourbons are one big family, Ms. Carlson.
And all our thoughts are with Jaquan Lewis,
praying he makes a swift and full recovery.
- A lot of people came out to support Jaquan.
It won't look very good when they find out
the Bourbons voided his contract
soon as you found out he was sick.
- But I'm afraid there's nothing we can do about that.
- You're a billion dollar a year franchise, Ms. Bulla.
$6 million reward's pocket change.
(Keys clack)
- Jaquan's contract was voided
because he'd already experienced symptoms
that he didn't disclose during negotiations.
Those symptoms should have been reported to us at once.
- The were undiagnosed symptoms.
There was no willful deception.
- Our lawyers don't concur.
You wanna add anything, Eric?
- Well, I guess we're done here, then.
Can I keep the pen?
- There's a plan here, right?
- We didn't come here to talk to them.
Yo Blair.
She wants your autograph.
- I'm actually gonna kill you.
- What do you want me to sign?
- A large check for Jaquan Lewis would do it.
- We're forbidden to contribute to any ransom.
Legalese in our contracts.
Appreciate you coming by, Mr. Beaumont.
- No problem. - How's it going?
- Well, the clock's running down, but we'll get there.
Have you ever seen this woman before?
- Who is she?
- The woman who can save Jaquan's life.
- Well, I'm sorry, but... I don't think so.
- Oh, that's all right.
I didn't think you'd recognize her.
I just had to be sure.
- If there is anything more you let me know.
I'll give you that autograph later.
- He's the client?
- Could be.
- So what happens now?
The woman at the restaurant.
You said she looked familiar...
- Yeah. could swear I saw her someplace.
- Find out where.
♪ ♪
(Elevator dings)
Zara: Got news for you.
Analysis on that blood sample that we took from Kim
at the restaurant.
- And? - Confirms she's a match.
- Really?
- What?
- She was scared when I talked to her.
Something's not right.
Mrs. Lewis, what's happened?
- It's Jaquan.
- His white blood cells are too weak to fight off infections.
He's developing pneumonia.
- When are you speaking to the donor again?
- Well, she gave us until this afternoon to raise the ransom.
- But we don't have it.
- Can Jaquan wait another day to start the treatment?
- I can't answer that.
But if I were in your shoes, Mrs. Lewis,
I'd persuade your son to start the chemo... now.
- Easy.
- Text message just came in.
Kim Newham wants to meet you at Cherokee Park.
With the ransom.
But hold on, you need to see this first.
Reporter: Ladies!
- This team's family and you do anything for family.
- I knew I'd seen her somewhere.
We search local news reports and found this.
- Kim Newham was getting tested at the church
between 8 and 10a.m., three days ago.
- But someone still had to confirm she was a match.
- Yeah. We didn't get zip from the hospital employee records.
- Who is that with her?
- That's Lisa. Her younger sister.
- So she donated as well.
Can you try reaching her? - I'm on it.
- Give me a second. (Phone rings)
Annie, what you got for me?
- Have I ever let you down?
There was a breach in the hospital firewall.
Someone got hold of Jaquan's HLA profile.
- When? - Couple of days ago.
- After that video was taken.
- Yeah. I back-traced the breach.
- Did you get a name?
- No, but I did get an address.
- Thank you, Annie... you're amazing.
- That's what I keep telling you, Oliver.
- Lisa Newham hasn't shown up for work in two days.
- Go to the address
of whoever hacked the hospital database.
Oliver, come with me.
We gotta get going.
(Cars rumble)
Lisa: Help!
(Frustrated groans)
(Whimpering)
- Let's see if our hacker is home.
(Doors slam)
(Playful children in the distance)
(Dog barks in the distance)
(Knocks)
- No one home.
(Screen door screeches)
- So we're breaking the law.
Just to be clear...
- You want to save Jaquan or not?
(Lock clicks)
(Door creak shut)
♪ ♪
- Open it.
(Zipper unzips)
Act like everything's fine.
- Where is the money?
- I told you Jaquan didn't have it.
Are they watching us? - Who?
- Whoever's making you do this, Kim.
- You know my name?
- And I know you'd never blackmail Jaquan.
Someone's holding something over you.
- (Sighs) - Like the life of your sister.
(Struggling grunts)
(Leg clatters) Oof!
(Struggling grunts)
(Car rumbles up)
- So, what are we looking for?
- Annie traced the hack to this address.
- (Grunts) (Glass cracks)
(Light pounding)
(Drawer rasps)
- Marvin Hofstedter.
(Stairs creak)
(Banging)
(Trunk shuts)
(Glass cracking)
- I'm getting too heavy for you, Mom.
- You're never too heavy, sweet boy.
I got you.
There you go.
- Jaquan can't wait any longer, Kim.
- I donate and they'll kill Lisa.
- We can save your sister's life and Jaquan's.
But only if you trust me.
- How?
- Zip up the bag, tell them you have the money
and that you wanna meet.
- I'll follow you.
(Zipper zips)
(Banging around)
(Glass cracking)
(Keys jingle in lock)
(Door creaks open)
(Wheelchair clatters)
- Oh.
(Door shuts)
(Sounds of traffic)
(Car roars)
(Tires screech)
(Glass shatters) (Pained grunt)
Oh! Agh! (Landing thud)
(Banging thuds)
(Door squeaks open)
(Dryer thuds)
- There is no one down here!
(Glass cracking) (Grunting)
- Hold it right there.
I don't want to hurt you, but I swear to God,
you make one more move and I will shoot you dead.
♪ ♪
- Call an ambulance.
♪ ♪
- Zara!
- What is it?
♪ ♪
Let's find out who they are.
Lisa: (Pants) Please I was just trying to help.
- Yeah, and who's going to help my son?!
- Well, if you kill me,
I can't help Jaquan or your son.
- If I can't help my son, then I don't wanna live,
you understand?
I don't wanna live.
- (Whimpers)
(Muffled page over PA)
♪ ♪
- Mr. Beaumont?
Ms. Newham can't donate her bone marrow now.
Not in her injured state. I'll prepare the chemo.
- If Jaquan wants to start the chemo, that's his call.
But this wasn't your last chance, Mrs. Lewis.
Paramedics found this in
Ms. Newham's purse.
- I don't understand.
- It says she's allergic to latex.
- If you're allergic to latex,
you can't donate bone marrow.
The lab would have checked before they run her blood.
- Kim Newham thought she was the donor, but she isn't.
Her sister is.
And we need to find her.
(Lock clicks, door creaks open)
- Marvin Hoffsteter, from the lab.
You remember me, don't you?
- You broke into my home?!
- Where is Lisa Newham?
- I'm calling the police. - Go right ahead.
We have got plenty to tell them.
- Like how you found a match for Jaquan,
withheld it from the hospital,
and kidnapped Lisa Newham.
- You falsifying hospital records.
Lying to us about that blood test yesterday.
- And hacking the firewall from your laptop
to avoid incriminating yourself.
- I wouldn't have a clue how to hack a security system.
- Really? That's so strange.
Because your resume says
you have two years of computer science.
- That's your ex-wife and your son.
Is it not, Mr. Hofstedter?
- We found three tickets for you to fly to Buenos Aires.
Is best you tell us now where you're holding Lisa Newham.
- Gabriel Hofstedter,
born with Glycogen Storage Disease type 2,
otherwise known as Pompe's Disease.
- Which is...?
- Is an inherited disease.
Symptoms include extreme muscle weakness
and an enlarged heart
which predisposing him to heart failure.
- Is there a treatment?
- There is, but the medication costs $300,000 a year.
And he needs to take it for the rest of his life,
insurance companies won't pay.
Never mind the chronic physical therapy.
And the constant hospitalization...
The Hofstedters went bankrupt two years ago,
got divorced last year.
- No wonder... - Yeah.
They must have thought ransoming Lisa Newham's blood
was their golden ticket.
(Phone rings) - Bradley. It's Eric.
- Eric. How's my man Jaquan? - Hanging in there.
- Hey, you haven't told him about me.
I don't want him to feel indebted.
- I haven't. And I won't.
But I have a proposition for you, Bradley.
- If I pay Jaquan's ransom,
the team will suspend my contract, Mr. Beaumont.
- It's not a ransom.
It's a way to save two lives instead of one.
(Cutlery clanks)
- Thank you.
(Knock on door)
♪ ♪
(Door creaks open)
- Mary?
- Who are you?
- I'm Eric Beaumont. This is Oliver Yates.
We're negotiators.
- Gabe, go in the next room.
Go on, it's okay.
I'll be there in a minute.
Get in here. Get in.
Kim caved, didn't she?
- No, your ex-husband told us.
Kim Newham's been hit by a car.
- She's in intensive care right now.
- Where's my money?
- Oh, there is no money, Mary.
There never was.
- You're lying.
- I don't think you want to hurt anyone, Mary.
Least of all a good man like Jaquan Lewis.
- Why not? He got lucky.
You know what my son got?
- There's all kinds of luck.
Jaquan's father died when he was 6.
- You want me to feel sorry for him?
- Gabe still has two loving parents.
- Well, my love doesn't help my son with his seizures
and his pain.
- Taking Jaquan's life is not gonna help him, either.
- Well, the money will!
He's a baseball player. He's rich!
- Jaquan's contract was canceled
after he got sick.
They even voided his signing bonus.
You were in such a hurry
when your ex-husband found a donor
you wouldn't have known.
- Well, then it's over.
- Mary, you're too good a mother to leave Gabe on his own.
- No. I'm not a good mother.
I can't even take care of him.
- I can help you, if you'll let me.
- No one can...
- I just got off the phone with Bradley Blair,
the Bourbons pitcher.
He and some of the other players
are willing to put money into a fund for your son.
Enough so that he can get proper medical treatment.
- Why would they do that?
- The money will only be released
if Jaquan gets his transplant.
- (Emotional breathing)
- What do you say, Mary?
- Your son and Jaquan...
everybody lives.
- (Crying)
- But Gabe will have a future.
Wasn't that what this all about?
(Heavy breathing)
♪ ♪
(Crying)
- You did it.
Okay. - Okay.
- He's gonna be okay.
Okay. - Okay.
(Crying)
(Door opens)
(Panting)
- Okay. - Thank you.
- And Jaquan still needs that transplant -
if you're still willing to give it.
- Yes.
♪ ♪
- It's all just luck, isn't it?
Life, death.
Sickness, health.
- Mr. Beaumont?
Jaquan's out of surgery.
He's asking for you.
(Monitor beeps)
- Bottom of the 9th, you hit a grand slam after all.
- Kim Newham, how is she doing?
- Still in intensive care,
but the doctors say she's going to be okay.
- I'll never excuse those people
for what they did to those girls.
But that poor boy.
- He's with his aunt and uncle now.
The team will make sure he gets the best treatment
money can buy.
- Zara sends her best. But she needed to be somewhere.
- Please tell her I said thank you?
Thank you all.
- She wanted you to have this,
for as long as you and Jaquan need it.
(Crickets chirp)
(Blanket rustles)
(Kiss)
♪ ♪
(Approaching footsteps)
(Relaxing inhale and exhale)
- How you feelin'?
- I feel lucky.
Very, very lucky.