Previously on Do No Harm
After you doc. What. Are you gonna run?
So you're not gonna kill me?
No, I'm not gonna kill you.
[Techno music]
How can I keep making a drug that would kill another person?
- I won't. - No, no, no.
I want you to finish the drug, so I can use it... on Jason.
I've been trying to manage this thing for a very long time
and I don't think I can anymore.
Don't let this darkness overtake you, Jason.
What is Dr. Cole hiding?
I don't want to be a tattletale.
- Who's gonna know? - Ian Price.
Who's Ian Price?
That's him.
That's the bad man, Ian Price.
[Upbeat music]
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- Your latte. - Thanks.
[Phone ringing]
Lab again?
Can't live without you, huh?
Some more than others.
Well, it's good to have a few days off.
Something wrong?
No, it's very good. Thanks.
It's just that there's a bitter...
Where are they from? Sorry, the beans, I mean.
Uh, Colombia. Free trade.
Right, so Arabica beans.
Arabica beans are between 45 and 60% polysaccharides.
Sugars.
In this case, arabinogalactans or galactomannan.
- Galacta... what? - Mannans.
What is the temperature of the water in the machine?
- 190. - That explains it.
Polysacchs are best extracted at 200.
Even a few degrees can make the biggest difference.
Play with it.
The right equation's always out there.
He's back. Where'd you go?
Nowhere. Stayed in town,
tried not to think about this place.
What did Cole say to get you back?
Nothing. Didn't come back for him.
You just can't leave any work undone, huh?
What can I say? I'm one of those suckers
who can't stay away from an impossible equation.
Otherwise known as a scientist?
[Chuckles]
[Phone message] Ruben, it's Jason.
Some things have changed. I've talked to Young.
I'm coming back to work at the hospital.
We need to get back to work on the drug.
Please, call me as soon as you get this.
[Ian and Jason alternating] Rubes, it's Ian.
What's up, brother?
I want an update on that Jason Drano you're working on.
It's Jason again, is everything okay? Where are you?
Rubenator! I came by the lab last night, you weren't there.
Where were you? Hot date? Seriously, where were you?
Honestly, Ruben, we don't have time for this. I need you.
Ru-u-ben, come out and pla-ay,
'cause I got some girls that are just dying to meet you.
Not really, but I can get some.
Ruben, I have patients, I can't drop everything
and track you down... This is Jason, again.
Ruben, what the hell's going on?
It's Ian. You're making me very angry, Rubes.
- Ruben, it's Jason... - Ruben, it's Ian...
- Ru-u-ben... Ruben... Ruben... - Ruben... Ruben...
Ruben!
Where the hell have you been?
Hey, Jason. Great to see you too.
Ruben...
I needed a break.
A break? Are you kidding?
Ian knows we're trying to kill him.
It's only a matter of time before...
Before what?
Before he threatens my family? Because it's already happened.
What? What are you talking about?
What happened? Why didn't you tell me?
What would you have said?
"Oh, Ruben, stop. It's too dangerous"?
- I don't think so. - What-what happened?
Did he contact you? How? Tell me everything.
It doesn't matter. I'm back here, aren't I?
Besides, I have nothing new to show for it.
New day, new tests, new failures.
Look, everything gets us one step closer, right?
That's all that matters.
Close isn't good enough, Jason.
We can't afford shortcuts. I have a son!
What?
I have a son.
I... met him.
He's five years old, and he's...
I read to him.
Olivia won't let me see him again,
not while Ian's around, so...
Jason, I don't know what to say.
It's 10 after 8:00. I got to go. Look...
I wish there was something I could say,
other than "I'm sorry," but there isn't.
That's what I like to see, a great mind at work.
Hi, Rubes.
I've been worried about you.
You're a lab rat, and yet you haven't been in the lab,
so what does that make you?
I guess just a plain old rat, huh?
Sometimes I think better when I'm away from the lab.
Mmhmm. Like where? On the beach in Jamaica?
You know, Ruben, if I didn't know better,
I'd think you were still working with Jason.
Jason? No.
But this is not simple stuff, Ian.
I'm starting to think it might not even be possible
to treat your condition chemically.
Mm, yeah, I see.
Well, maybe you need to be a little better...
what's the word? Motivated.
Try this: think of all the good things
that'll happen if you make the drug,
and think of all the bad things that'll happen if you don't.
I'm just saying, it's complicated.
- Yeah. - Try to understand, Ian.
There are two distinct neural pathways in your brain.
It's like two train tracks that split.
We need to find a drug that neutralizes one pathway
that's shutting down at the exact same time
the other pathway is activated. It's very...
Very, very complicated. Yeah, you said that already.
[Beeping] And there's no way of telling
if or when...
What? [Chuckles]
What, this is funny to you now?
No, not at all. Dead serious, actually.
I think my prescription's ready.
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Okay. Ruben it's showtime.
Ian, listen, it's not safe..
we should do more tests. There could be side effects.
I didn't babysit you for the last 12 hours
so you could do more tests.
Only way to know if this drug is gonna work
is to see what happens at 8:25.
Now, let's go.
Ian, I can't. What you're asking me to do...
I'm not asking you anything.
Think about what's important to you, Ruben.
And you'll leave me alone? You'll leave my family alone?
Of course. Unlike Jason, I'm a man of my word.
Now, let's go.
Don't think of it as taking a life.
Think of it as saving two: Mine and yours.
Come on, running out of time.
Ruben.
Give me the drug.
[Grunts] He's coming. You lied to me!
- No, I wasn't lying! - Ruben!
[Grunts]
Dr. Cole!
Ruben! [Grunting]
Send security to the lab!
[Struggling]
[Grunts]
[Coughs]
Ruben.
What happened?
I tried to kill you.
- Good morning, Lena. - Good morning.
Hey, Ken, hold up a second.
Do you remember that patient the other day?
The D.I.D., Will Hayes?
Look, I already said I'm sorry I overreacted.
No, no, maybe you didn't.
I was taking him to psych,
and he saw this photo on the wall...
that photo... and he said that it was someone he knew,
someone named Ian Price.
I did some poking around, and I found an article
that talked about an Ian Price being arrested in a bar brawl
in Minneapolis seven years ago.
The same time Jason was doing his residency there.
- Yeah. - What do you think?
I don't know. I don't know what to think.
- Maybe an alias? - Lena.
Hey, good morning, Ken. Hi, Jason.
Look, I'll get back to you about that other thing.
- Yeah. - Listen, it's...
Save it. I've been waiting long enough.
Patients: Lieutenant Tracey McCoy, 31, Marine.
She just got back from Afghanistan six months ago.
Severe PTSD, not responding to medication or therapy.
Yeah, listen, Lena, my day just exploded.
- It's a mess. - Oh, wow, yeah.
You should have just said so.
I can talk to her husband and her daughters,
you know, the girls she hasn't seen in months
because of her condition.
When should I tell them you're free?
Uh, right now.
Thank you.
I did two tours.
If you'd have told me then that these last few months
back home were gonna be tougher than any of that,
I-I'd have laughed in your face.
Why don't you tell us what's been happening?
It started with nightmares.
Me waking up screaming, punching holes in the wall.
Now, the worst of it happens when I'm awake.
One day my daughters had some friends over.
I was in another room.
I could hear them
doing what little girls do... playing, laughing.
And it was like this horrible wave washed over me.
Next thing I remember is...
waking up, I guess you'd call it...
with my hands around the neck of my oldest,
my husband screaming at me,
my girls, their friends screaming.
My husband grabbed my daughter and pushed me away.
I can still see their faces just terrified of me,
like I was a monster,
but it was me.
[Sighs]
I think she's a candidate for a stellate ganglion block.
It's noninvasive. It's an injection of local
- in the sixth vertebra. - For PTSD?
There's a handful of cases that have worked.
Stellate ganglion regulates the fight-or-flight mechanism,
so anesthetize it.
That's the basic idea, yeah.
Why don't you talk to McCoy and book me in O.R.
- Yeah, but are you allowed to... - I'll talk to Young.
Don't worry, I'll get her approval.
And I'm sorry I kept you waiting.
So how are you?
I'm feeling better.
Took your advice. I'm doing what I need to do.
Seeing a specialist for your condition?
Yes, I am, and we are making real progress
- as we speak. - Good.
Vanessa, I'm ready to get back to work.
Real work, not just consults.
I want to get back in the O.R.
I'd like to do the SGB procedure on Lieutenant McCoy.
It's only been a few days. What's changed, Jason?
My perspective maybe.
No more slips. No more mistakes.
You have my word.
You know I want to believe you.
And you should.
Will you approve the procedure?
[Sighs] I will.
Good. Thank you.
I'll keep you posted.
Hey, Connie.
Dr. Young, I have a Connie Pence
from Dr. Marcado's lab here to see you.
- She's upset, says it's urgent. - Okay.
Hello. Dr. Young.
Lieutenant McCoy, how are you feeling?
My family's supposed to come in later
for a visit if this works.
You have two daughters, right?
Nine and four.
It's been so long since I've seen them.
I don't now how to describe it.
I understand.
I dream about them, their faces.
But then I wake up and realize they're still gone.
Well, let's get you back to your daughters.
When properly functioning,
the stellate ganglion activates briefly
during periods of intense stress and shuts itself down.
Now, in Lieutenant McCoy's case,
we will attempt to shut it down with a local anesthetic.
- The brain is so cool. - Yeah, when it works.
I was right. It works.
- What? - Uh, what works?
He gets very excited about lab things.
Excuse me one second. What's going on?
It works. The drug works. You should be dead now.
Okay, well, apparently, I'm not, so why?
The compound was too polar.
It couldn't cross the blood-brain barrier.
The drug just couldn't get where it needed to go.
So what do we do now?
I don't know,
but the drug works. I did my part.
Ruben, but if you can't successfully administer it,
then... - Jason, I'm sorry.
- I really am, but... - What? But what?
But I have to go.
Go? Where are you gonna go?
Somewhere safe. Ian is gonna kill me.
Ruben, listen to me. Take it easy. Calm down.
We've got eight hours until he gets here. Okay?
That isn't enough time to figure this out.
You really think he's gonna let you walk away? He's not.
Killing him is the only option for both of us and for my son.
I didn't ask for this.
I know you didn't, and I'm sorry,
but I'm asking you for eight more hours, please.
Fine.
Fine, but if we can't figure out
how to do this in eight hours, I'm done for good.
Ian knows everything,
so if we can't figure this out in eight hours, we're both done.
There you are.
- Here I am. - I need something.
Yes, your lips are moving.
But I don't think you can get it.
Try me.
Anti GTP-tubulin antibodies.
I've called every lab in Philly and...
And haven't gotten anywhere. Not surprising.
Tubulin. That's a tough get. What do you need it for?
Do you even know what tubulin is?
I think they're clean.
Yes, I'm sure you do.
Can you get us some or not?
[Chuckles]
Time me.
[Pager beeping]
Calm down. You're okay.
Dr. Solis. Hey, what happened?
Hi. Everything's under control now.
- Mm-hmm. - Mr. McCoy brought the girls
to see Tracey, everything was going fine,
and then the youngest one started to play around
a little bit.
Tracey had an attack.
I got the kids out of there,
but some orderlies had to restrain her.
So the procedure didn't work.
Listen, we should talk about some possible next steps.
- Where are your girls now? - By those nurses.
Hey, girls.
So tell me, which one of you is Rachel
and which one of you is May?
- I'm May. - You're May?
You know, that's my favorite month.
- Who are you? - Good question.
I'm Dr. Cole, but you can call me Jason. Okay?
Now, your dad is down there talking to Dr. Solis,
but he told me to tell you that if you wanted some cookies,
there happen to be some right over there at that desk.
You want some?
All right. Enjoy.
You're not a fan of cookies, Rachel?
My mom's not getting any better, is she?
Well, not as fast as we'd like,
but sometimes when we try things
that we think will help people
and it doesn't work out the way we'd like,
we're at least one step closer to something that will.
Does that make sense?
I think we should stop coming to visit her.
You shouldn't give up on your mom, Rachel,
'cause she'd never give up on you.
- You know why? - Because she's a Marine?
Well, yeah, but mostly because getting better
means that she can be close to you,
and there's nothing more important than that to her.
How do you know that?
It's just how parents are.
[Phone ringing]
[On phone] Twin Cities Memorial, records.
Hi, this is Dr. Ken Jordan
from Independence Memorial Hospital.
I'm looking for information about a doctor who worked there
about seven years ago, an Ian Price.
We don't have anyone who was here by that name.
How about a patient file? Same name, Ian Price.
We do have a patient file for an Ian Price.
Could you send that to me, please?
Not without Mr. Price's written permission.
I don't know how things work where you are, doctor,
but we can't just release a patient's file.
Okay. Just give me the name of his attending physician?
Dr. Philip Charmelo.
That's the Philip Charmelo?
Our Chairman Emeritus, if that's what you mean.
So he's still based there?
Dr. Charmelo has his own foundation now,
but I can give you his direct number.
The equipment in this room can be used to create
a three-dimensional map of your brain.
I'm hoping that if we can do that,
we can pinpoint where and maybe even how
the PTSD is manifesting.
Did you talk to my girls before they left?
Were they okay?
Dr. Cole did, yes, and they're fine.
Good. That's good.
Tracey, I want to map your brain
while you're experiencing an attack.
Is that even possible?
Yes, if we induce the PTSD episode during the mapping.
You want me to go crazy while you watch, is that it?
I need to see your brain
as it's experiencing an actual attack.
If you were to talk me through that day in Kabul,
take me back there.
Then you better strap me down.
It was early morning. People were still praying.
I was on patrol near the school
when some bad guys started firing off some rounds,
seeing if they could hit any of the girls
through the windows.
I saw three go down before I made it inside.
I was alone, going room-to-room,
but I can't find the girls.
I can hear them, though.
Every time rounds hit the windows,
glass shatters and the kids scream.
[Distant screaming]
More shots. More screams.
I follow the sound
until I find ten girls in a corner of this one room.
"Shh!
We need to be quiet," I say.
I have gum on me... I always have gum...
So I hand some out.
The girls grab at it and light up
like it's a sign that it's all okay, that it's safe.
"Shh. Shh. Shh. Not yet."
But they don't understand. [Distant laughter]
A few of the girls start to laugh, one stands up.
"Get down!"
[Sobbing] I hear glass,
and her head snaps back. "Get down!"
[Distant screaming and glass shattering]
Yellow is pre-attack and red is during.
You see how one pathway is completely overtaking the other.
That's incredible. You can see
exactly where the abnormal function is happening.
Yeah, I know, and it got me thinking,
what about deep brain stimulation?
You mean via electrode?
Hey, I talked to Josh. He said he could get us...
Ruben, come here a second. I want to show you something.
Sorry, Lena, go ahead. Take a look at this.
Yeah. Hey. Um...
A surgically implanted electrode
would target the amygdala directly.
Now, that electrode
would deliver a signal that would neutralize
the pathway where the PTSD is manifesting,
you know, like flipping a switch.
- Switching tracks. - An electrode.
What do you think?
I think it could work. What do you think?
Yeah, yeah.
It could work. An electrode.
I can't believe I didn't think of it before.
Did you talk to him about this?
Lena, this has never been done before, not for PTSD.
I know, but I can get it approved
- if you're the one doing it. - You?
I'm sorry, when are you doing this never-before-done surgery?
You think McCoy would agree to it?
You've seen her girls. What do you think?
- Jason. - All right, we do the surgery
right away.
- I'll talk to McCoy. - Great.
Even if we use an electrode on you,
we still need to deal with the timing issue.
The drug needs to be delivered during transition.
We use a chip,
like chemo chips used to treat brain tumors,
only we retrofit for compound delivery.
We just have to code it to deliver at exactly 8:25.
So a time-released dopaminergic, okay.
We still need the right platform for the chip.
Platinum maybe?
- Yeah, platinum. Exactly... - Or one of maybe
20 other metals, but you know what?
It will probably be our first guess,
'cause you know, that's how science usually works.
We'll get it. We'll get it.
Gentlemen.
- Dr. Young. - We have a problem.
Or should I say, the two of you have a problem.
- Okay, what is it? - Well, let's start
with your lab tech calling security this morning
because she saw you strangling Dr. Marcado here.
- We can explain that. - Can you?
I've been with her in security all morning.
She paints quite a picture.
Accusations of you testing experimental drugs on yourself
and an overall pattern of behavior
that shatters not just the protocols of this hospital,
- but Pennsylvania State Law. - Oh, God.
Oh, yes, Dr. Marcado.
Should any of this be true,
divine intervention on your behalf
would most certainly be required.
Have you any idea what position this puts the hospital in...
puts me in personally?
- Vanessa... - Save your explanations
for this hospital's review board.
Until then, I have no choice but to shut this lab down
and to suspend the two of you without pay.
Vanessa, please, wait. You can't shut the lab down.
- Not yet. - Jason, I can.
And I am.
This is... everything we need from the lab, right?
- Jason, it's almost 8:00. - Yeah, I know, but...
But nothing. It's 8:00, and we're sitting here
- in your kitchen. - Ruben, we can do this.
We don't know what the right platform metal is for the chip.
We're nowhere.
It's almost 8:00. We're out of time.
I'm sorry, Jason, but we just are.
No. I'm out of time, you're not.
Here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna...
You're gonna lock me up upstairs.
You're gonna handcuff me,
and then you're gonna come back and get me in the morning.
You can work all night.
It's not a permanent solution, but it should work, right?
It might.
- Yeah, exactly. - And it might not.
- Ruben... - You said it yourself.
Ian knows everything now. He can't be controlled.
Yeah, he can! For one night, he can!
And who's to say it's gonna take one night?
Who's to say I'm close to having the right kind of chip?
- We... I... - I told you I would give you
eight more hours, that's what I told you!
I know you don't owe me a second more of your time
or your friendship
or any more of that consistently amazing brain of yours,
but I am begging you.
Please, lock me up and keep working.
I don't know what else to do.
It's 8:21.
Okay, I-I think we're good, right?
Just in case.
Ruben.
Stretch out your leg.
Good. It's better safe than sorry.
We don't need to be sorry.
We're gonna finish this thing once and for all.
All right, good luck tonight. Thanks.
Hey, Ruben?
I'll see you in the morning.
[Grunting]
[Screaming]
Jason!
[Struggling]
Jason!
[Screams]
[Bellowing]
There you are. Six hours, three minutes.
Anti-GTP-tubulin antibodies. Bam.
Sorry, I don't need those anymore.
What? Are you kidding?
Do you know what I had to do to get those?
I'm sorry. Thank you for your hard work.
Ruben, what's going on?
What is this? Are you going somewhere?
Things went haywire, Josh.
Actually, what's worse than haywire?
What things? Where is Dr. Cole?
- He's at home. - Home?
- But you can't go there! - Why not?
Josh, honestly,
my advice to you is to just forget about Jason.
Forget about him?
Jason's sick, and if you see him again...
If I see him again? How sick is he?
So sick that it would be best if you didn't.
Trust me.
Where are you going?
Somewhere warm and safe,
and I suggest you do the same.
Good-bye, Josh.
Hello?
Dr. Cole?
You okay?
[Metallic scraping] Dr. Cole?
[Grunting] Are you all right?
It's me, Josh.
Is everything okay? I heard about what happened
at the hospital.
[Screams]
Dr. Cole.
Oh, my.
Good evening, Josh.
Uh, hello, Dr. Cole. Are those handcuffs?
Yeah, I'm not gonna sit here and tell you
that this isn't awkward.
Okay, thanks.
Is there someone else here?
That's a great question.
No, there's not.
Can we skip the part about how I got here,
and you help me find a way out?
Is it safe to assume this has something to do
with Ruben leaving?
Ruben? What did he tell you?
That you were sick,
and that he was going someplace warm and safe,
and at the moment, I can't say I blame him.
Well, that makes one of us.
Look, Josh, there must be some kind of key
or something around here.
Could you start looking for it?
There's a bottle of scotch in it for you if you find it.
I don't drink scotch.
Just start looking. Okay? Today.
Yeah, ma, I need you to stay.
Just get everything,
move to Tio's place for a couple of days.
I love you too. I will call you as soon as I land.
[Beeping] Take your belt off.
- I'll explain everything. - I'm not wearing a belt.
I got to go. I'll call you back.
Okay, then let's try this again.
Attention, all passengers on Charter Flight 8380
to Montego Bay, Jamaica. [Beeping]
Your departure will be delayed one hour.
The new departure time is 10:50 P.M.
Your machine's probably broken.
Probably not, actually.
Well, I don't have any metal on me,
except the damn rod in my leg.
And what might that rod be made of?
Titanium, I think.
It doesn't usually set this stuff off.
That doesn't mean that it can't.
Titanium is a dynamic element
when fused with organic material...
Sir, step this way, please.
[Beeping]
Titanium. That's the platform.
If you haven't already done so,
please stow your carry-on luggage
underneath the seat in front of you
or in an overhead bin.
[Sighs]
This is your captain speaking.
We'll be pushing back in just a few minutes
for what should be a pretty fast trip down to sunny Jamaica.
Thanks for flying with us.
Flight crew, prepare the cabin, arm and cross check.
Right on time.
Charmelo couldn't email you?
I mean, what's with the phone call?
I don't know.
His office called, they gave me a number,
they told me to call him right... now.
They said he was overseas.
Ken, you know, why push this any further?
Jason's already suspended. You won, right?
Come on, Lena, you want to know this as badly as I do.
[Phone ringing]
Philip Charmelo.
Dr. Charmelo, hello. This is Dr. Kenneth Jordan.
I'm here with Dr. Lena Solis at IMH in Philadelphia.
It's a real honor to speak to you, sir.
Thank you very much for taking the time to help us with this.
I was told you're interested in a former patient of mine,
- Ian Price? - That's correct, sir.
- Are you treating him there? - That's just it.
We're not exactly sure
that it's the same Ian Price that you treated.
Our patient is unable to verify his information.
We're hoping you could help us out.
Let's see, I saw an Ian Price in the summer of 1983.
He was six years old and had Fanconi's syndrome.
- Fanconi's? - So full kidney failure?
That's right.
Dr. Charmelo, this is Dr. Solis.
I'm afraid our patient is not on dialysis,
so it's impossible
that we're talking about the same person,
but thank you so much for your time.
- We really appreciate it. - Are you sure
you're recalling this Ian Price correctly?
I don't recall patients incorrectly, Dr. Jordan,
especially when I'm staring at their file.
Is that all?
Uh, yes, thank you, sir.
Can I get you another drink, sir?
Yeah, sure. That'd be great, thanks.
Sir, the "Fasten Seatbelt" sign is on.
Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to...
Oh, my gosh, Ruben. What a small world.
This is a really good friend of mine.
You know what? I'm going to sit right here next to him
if that's okay. No, actually, he's not.
Oh, come on, it's fine.
He just had a rough week at work.
You know what? Bring us another two
of whatever he's drinking. I'm buying.
- No. No. - Hey, come on.
Your money's no good up here.
36,000 feet, just the two of us, nowhere to go,
unless you have a parachute.
You don't sell parachutes, do you?
I'll be back wi your drinks.
- Uh... - Thank you.
You don't want a drink?
- Ruben. - Excuse me, miss?
You want to have this conversation up here
around all these people, or when we land
and it's just the two of us alone somewhere?
- Thank you so much. - Okay.
[Sighs]
We're just gonna talk?
Yeah. [Clears throat]
Your screensaver.
What?
Your screensaver on your computer.
"Jamaica, exclamation point.
Montego Bay, exclamation point."
Caught a glimpse of it, and I took a chance.
Caught the last flight out from Philly to... wait for it...
[Jamaican accent] Montego Bay, Jamaica.
Exclamation point.
It's funny, if you just had a picture of, like, a cute cat
or something, this might be a very different situation.
I'm allergic to cats.
Yeah, me too. Hate 'em.
More of a dog person, you know? Dogs are loyal.
You could die in front of your dog,
and they would stay with you until somebody found you.
Might even help pay for the funeral, but not cats.
No, they would just check your pulse,
take your wallet, and split.
I left him there. I was supposed to stay
and I left him there. Yeah, I noticed, handcuffed.
Okay, I left you both there, but still, I didn't help him.
I went and I deleted every file on the drug in the lab.
You can check.
You didn't delete all the files, Ruben.
No, I did, Ian. I did, honestly.
No, you didn't.
There's one file that you didn't delete.
This one right here, and now that I know
that you can't be trusted, that you are, in fact,
the pesky little cat that I thought you to be...
But that's the whole thing. You don't have to trust me...
Because the drug doesn't work,
and I don't know how to get the drug to work,
so you're safe.
You want to know what I think?
I think we're gonna have a great time in Jamaica.
Quick trip, though, for me at least.
Quick turnaround, you know?
No, this can't be happening.
When we land, I'm going to go to the police...
- Oh, really? - And I'll explain it to them.
They'll listen to me. They will.
You mean the Montego Bay Police Department?
That is such a good idea. They're such good listeners.
What are you gonna tell them?
Look at me. I'm Jason Cole.
Then I'll kill you.
[Laughs] Okay.
I don't need a drug to do it. I will.
- Take it easy. - Go to hell.
As opposed to where?
Okay, okay, we can work something out.
- Mm-hmm. - I'll get back to work
on the drug for you. I will, I promise.
- That'll be $12 for both. - Thank you so much.
You know what? Here you go.
Put an extra $10 on there for you.
- Thank you. - Thank you...
so much. Mmm.
Ruben, when I was a little boy,
my father used to tell me that some people are born bad.
They just pop out that way, but I don't believe him.
I believe whatever you do in this life, good or bad,
or in between, you do it so you can get by.
Whatever it takes to survive.
So have a drink with me. It's now or never.
What am I supposed to... drink to?
Survival. Mine, at least.
Ahh.
[Latching handcuffs]
Morning, Jason.
Ruben!
Oh.
Hey, Josh, have you seen Ruben?
Josh.
I'm sure he's gotten to whatever warm and safe place
he was headed to by now, lucky him.
Wait, what are you talking about?
Is that what he told you?
Yes, Dr. Cole.
When did you see him?
Before 9:00, and I'm pretty sure I saw him
pack up half his office into his suitcase
and delete some computer files.
What happened between you two?
With all due respect, Dr. Cole,
things have gotten a little weird.
A lot weird, actually.
Are you okay?
Lena, can I talk to you for a second?
I'm sorry.
I don't know what to tell you, but I don't think
- I'm going to be able to do... - Lieutenant McCoy's surgery?
Yeah, I heard. The entire hospital
is talking about how you're being suspended.
Right, well, maybe you could call...
L. L. Richards in Vancouver or Amsel in Hamburg?
I already have.
They'd be lucky if they can fit her in
in the next few months, and that's if she has the money
to travel and her insurance would cover something
outside of the U.S.
I want nothing more than to do this surgery, come on.
My... I can't do it. My hands are tied.
I used to think that whatever your personal issues were,
your character issues, whatever those were,
they didn't affect you being a doctor,
and now I really can't say that, can I?
I have nothing but questions about you, Jason,
but right now, the only person I wish you had an answer for
is Lieutenant McCoy.
Okay. Then let's go see her.
Lieutenant McCoy, you're checking out?
Well, no point in just taking up space here, right?
Dr. Solis told me about your suspension.
You can't do the operation now. I get it.
[Zipping up bag] Orders are orders, right?
Let me ask you something.
You regret running into that building
to save those kids, even though you were ordered not to?
- No. - I didn't think so.
If you'll agree to it, I'd still like to do your surgery.
- Jason. - I know.
- Okay. - Okay.
Hey, Joy, I need a favor.
Can you book me an O.R. off the board?
First of all, I want to thank you all for being here.
Lieutenant McCoy thanks you as well,
but I want to be very clear about one thing.
You probably shouldn't be here.
You've all heard about my suspension,
so I can assure you, what we are about to do
will not go unnoticed.
Now, I have nothing left to lose, but you do.
I would understand completely if you didn't want to risk it.
I understand your loyalty is not just to me,
but to this patient.
We're with you, Dr. Cole.
Thank you.
[Monitor beeping]
190 offset at zero depth.
What we are about to attempt has never been done before.
If it's successful, it will change Lieutenant McCoy's life
and many other lives.
Localizing lateral offset.
100% concordance.
But we won't just be changing lives,
we'll be saving them.
We're there, Dr. Cole.
Because we will be getting these people
back to those that they love...
Lightening anesthesia.
The people that make our lives worth living.
Okay.
Went well. No issues.
She should recover relatively quickly.
You'll be able to run some tests later today.
You know that's the last surgery
you're ever gonna do here.
I know. That's why I did it.
I should get going.
I'm never gonna understand you.
Well, maybe we never really know anyone.
Ian Price.
- What did... - Dr. Cole!
Dr. Young.
Did you just perform surgery on an IMH patient
in an IMH O.R.?
- I did. - You're fired.
I want you out of this hospital immediately.
- You're finished here. - I'm sorry, Vanessa.
Oh, yes, you most certainly are!
You know, it's almost funny.
I thought I would enjoy this moment,
but I just feel... sad.
What a waste.
Oh, thank you, Ruben.
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