I'm a neurosurgeon... a scientist.
I was trained to believe
that the idea of a human soul is a joke,
as was any talk of so-called "near-death experiences."
But then...
I died.
I was a 6 out of 15 on the Glasgow Coma Scale
when the ambulance brought me to the hospital.
And I hung between life and death for the next five days.
In layman's terms, I was brain-dead.
And yet...
I still had consciousness...
incredible visions, vivid memories.
I watched, from outside my body,
as the surgeons removed a tumor from my frontal lobe.
And, no, I didn't offer them any advice on how to do it better.
Ha ha.
But can you imagine it, though?
Looking on as your own body is lying on the operating table?
You okay?
- Yeah. - I'm sure the skeptics among you
will dismiss this as pure fantasy.
Because it is.
What? You don't believe he saw heaven?
Yeah. But it was full of hot, young residents.
This guy hit on everyone here during his fellowship year...
- everyone. - Shh.
In extended consciousness, but I was immersed in it,
and I cannot repress or deny what I saw
on the other side of life.
Why'd you page me?
I thought Goran had the call for ortho today.
He booked off. I just need you to pinch-hit.
- Is he sick? - Didn't say.
Hello, Mr. Crompton. I'm Dr. Harris.
What seems to be the, uh...
Wow! That's a...
nasty piece of work. What happened?
A dog bit me, man.
I fell down two flights of stairs doing my route,
being chased by this crazy labradoodle.
Why do dog owners swear their dogs are friendly?
Uh, probably because the owners aren't.
I'm gonna get you into imaging
and see if you broke any bones, okay?
All right. Thanks.
Damn dog.
Zach, my O.R. is completely booked up.
I cannot be running down here for dog bites.
Page Goran. Tell him we're slammed.
Jackson, how many times have I paged Goran?
At least a dozen.
He's gone completely AWOL.
Hey, did you get a chance
to go listen to your old pal Thor MacLeod?
No, I watched him hit on my not-so-loving ex-wife for a year.
I doubt almost dying has improved him.
Ah, it worked for you.
Did it?
I think you have walking pneumonia, Mac.
Are you still smoking?
Every chance I get.
Could you at least try to cut back on smoking
at least until your condition improves?
You can get the antibiotics filled out
at the university clinic, okay?
You want to buy my last 10 copies
of the Street Sentinel, doc?
No, thank you. I think I will pass.
There's a very good story about the cover-up at Fukushima.
Okay.
That's what's gonna kill us... not tobacco.
All right.
Where's Selena?
She's not here.
Where is she?
She's not here for the day. I'm covering for her.
Would you mind stepping outside, please?
Tell her Brad needs to see her.
I hate line jumpers.
Queuing up politely is what makes us civilized.
Yeah, like the former Soviet Union.
They didn't make people live on the streets.
Touché.
You really need to buy this, doc.
- Well... - Find out the truth.
I'll find out the truth when you quit smoking. How about that?
All right, Mac.
Thank you.
"Near death, near life."
I chose the title because...
Dying, strangely enough...
has made me more alive.
I believe there are many ways up the mountain.
But there is
a mountain.
And the truth is this...
there is so much more to life than we can see.
Thank you.
Thank you very much for a consciousness-raising talk.
Very thought-provoking.
- Will you stay and sign some books? - I think so.
Wonderful.
Don't be shy.
Well, there's a half-hour I'll never get back.
Really? I thought it was great. I'm gonna go get a book.
Really?
Really.
Should I warn her he bites?
Oh, I think she can handle herself.
Hi, mom.
Hey, sweetheart.
Oh. Clever girl.
She has already found the hospital's only good coffee.
How's the first day going?
Pretty good. I like it.
Mm. Don't worry. That'll pass.
Okay. Well, I'll talk to you guys later.
- I have to go serve some mushy food. - Mmm!
She's working at the hospital, huh?
Yeah, as a porter, just till university starts.
Did I tell you she won a full scholarship at Dal?
- Wow. - Yeah, wants to study medicine.
Like mother, like daughter.
Well, there's trouble, huh?
Excellent speech. It's really excellent.
Yeah, it was.
He's a very smart man.
He's my doctor.
Are you okay?
I will be.
Okay.
Thank you.
Did you page me, Dr. Harris?
Yes, Rian. I'm doing my job, and I'm covering for Dr. Goran.
So I got a hell of a day,
and you're gonna help me dig myself out.
Where's Dr. Goran?
Try the doghouse.
Doghouse.
Hey. How you doing there, boss?
You do not want to know.
That's why I asked... 'cause I don't want to know.
I just spent the last five hours at city hall
fighting the developer who bought the building.
We're getting evicted.
Okay, why didn't you tell me there was a problem?
Why? It's not your concern.
I wouldn't be here if I wasn't concerned, Selena.
I'm sorry.
I'm just... I'm in a foul mood.
If we don't get a last-minute reprieve,
we're on the street.
Which is ironic,
considering that's where most of our patients live.
Okay, there must be other options for us.
I've exhausted most of them.
Look, it doesn't matter.
How's it been going today?
A guy called Brad came in looking for you.
- Brad? - Yes.
He's banned from this clinic.
Well, I didn't know who he really was, so I just...
Of course you didn't.
Um... that's okay.
Listen, thanks for covering. I got it.
You know, I think I'm gonna stick around, Selena.
Could... could use a little break.
Dude, if you think this place is a break,
you need to get a life.
Yeah, you're probably right.
Hi.
I loved your talk. Gave me a lot to think about.
Well, thank you... very much.
Um...
Uh, who should I make the book out to, doctor...?
"Alex" is fine.
Okay.
"To Alex."
"May your trip up the mountain be kind and clear."
"Best wishes."
"Thor."
Thank you.
Enjoy.
I will.
Do you... swear there's a heaven? S-swear it?
Robert, please. This... We've talked about this before.
This isn't the time or the place.
Swear it!
Yes, Robert, I swear.
I swear I saw heaven.
Good.
'Cause I need to go there now.
No, no, no!
No, no, no! Stop!
Aaaaaaah!
Smart work detaching the drill, without killing him, Alex.
Very impressive.
Thank you.
And you know your way around power tools.
You have to blame my brothers.
They were always dragging me into their schemes
to make go-karts, road-hockey nets...
I'm glad they did.
So is Robert here.
What were you treating him for?
Depression.
Why am I not surprised?
Okay, everybody, let's get him intubated and prepped for emergency surgery.
We'll bring the plates in and shoot the X-rays here.
I don't want to move him unless I have to.
He drilled it into his temple?
Yeah, right out in the atrium.
Robert's my patient.
He suffers from major depression
that led to chronic insomnia.
I've been treating him with DBS.
Deep brain stimulation... very effective for depression.
I'd hoped so.
He'd been in a spiral of suicidal fantasies.
Well, I'll need a C.T.
Won't be able to tell if the drill bit
has penetrated his blood vessel without more imaging.
Well, every minute you leave the metal in there
puts him more in danger.
Well, the risks of infection and meningitis rises, yes.
As does the risk of stroke, if he isn't having one already.
Okay, well, I'll take those risks over a massive hemorrhage.
I'm telling you, there's no time.
Let me scrub in,
and if the artery's pierced, we'll handle it together.
Have you heard the story
of the little dutch boy, Dr. MacLeod?
I'm not gonna pull out the drill
and flood my patient with a catastrophic bleed.
What about freezing him?
I beg your pardon?
Partial hypothermia.
We use a cordis line and a saline solution,
and it lowers his body temperature.
If there is a bleed...
Buys us more time to image him.
That's interesting.
If by "interesting," you mean "brilliant,"
then yes, it's interesting.
Page me when he's ready.
What do you mean you didn't bring a lawyer to the city hall hearing?
We can't afford a lawyer.
Selena, there are plenty of law firms
that would've taken this case pro bono.
Drop it. There wasn't time, okay?
Okay, you make time, right?
We find the right lawyer. We go back to that committee.
Look, we need to contact the media
and get the word out there.
This community cannot afford to lose this clinic.
What do you mean?
You're not gonna close it down, are you?
Nothing's been decided, Mac.
What's the truth?
Okay, Mac, I saw you at least an hour ago.
What are you still hanging around here for? Can you just...
Come on. Do me a solid.
Please do me a solid and...
Thank you.
What's gonna happen to me?
I can't go to the hospital.
Could you not discuss this
in front of the patients, please?
I am trying to help you, okay?
- Okay. - Well, just stop.
What is with the messiah complex?
What is with your wrist?
Nothing!
No, that is not nothing. That is bruised and swollen.
Let me take a look at that for you.
Just stop.
Stop helping.
Okay?
Okay. Talk to me about stretch marks.
You sure you want cosmetic surgery to remove them?
I do. My husband will hate them.
You know it's elective?
We can afford it.
And I can't afford not to, if you know what I mean.
Okay. Well, I'll book you in.
Oh. My child and heir.
Still loving it?
Actually, as a matter of fact, I am.
Ah. Well, the glamour of bedpans.
- Can you help me to the washroom? - Sure.
My bladder is a war zone.
Discharging her today.
You filled the prescription for oxycodone?
Yep. And barbiturates for her migraines.
She knows she can't breastfeed while she's on them?
Yeah, I don't think she plans to.
She's pretty body-conscious.
Mm. Judging a patient, Dr. Lin?
Absolutely not, Dr. Katz.
- Hey. - Um, she's in the washroom, Dr. Lin.
Thanks.
Have you met Dana's daughter... Molly?
No. Hi. I'm Dr. Katz.
Hey.
"Hey." Is that a greeting... "hey"?
Mrs. Kovacs, it's Dr. Lin.
I was just wondering if you remembered
to fill your prescription for oxycodone?
It's sitting on the table, next to the other one.
Okay. I don't see it. I just see the one pill bottle.
Can you stop talking to me? I'm trying to pee.
Something wrong?
I'm sure it's fine.
So, this is the guy that tried to trepan himself?
Yep... right after MacLeod finished his speech.
Must've been quite a speech.
He was one of Dr. MacLeod's patients.
He's been treating him with DBS.
Yeah, so, you went to hear Thor
talk about his near-death experience?
You sound surprised.
A little, yeah.
Well, what he experienced was... interesting.
Um... have you heard anything from Joel today?
No. Why?
Nothing. He, uh, booked off call again,
and nobody seems to know where he is.
No clue.
Well, if you hear anything, you'll let me know?
Sure. Will do.
Hello, Charlie.
Thor.
I sent you a note when I was writing my book.
You didn't get it?
Uh, no, no.
Must've, uh, must've gone to my spam.
We should get together and talk.
I think we share a lot in common.
Yeah, like, um, my ex-wife... Dawn?
Yeah.
That's not who I am anymore.
And I do apologize for that.
That's right. You're, uh... you almost died.
Made you a famous author.
I don't give a damn about that.
It's the work that's important.
You know, I'm writing a follow-up book,
broadening the "science versus spirituality" debate.
I would love to talk to you about your own N.D.E.
What makes you think I had one?
You were in a coma for months. You came out of it.
I can help you remember what happened.
Oh, as far as I'm concerned, Thor,
what happened to me is a-a mystery.
It's a mystery we could solve together.
Right.
Uh, w-word has it
that Dr. Reid almost died after that terrible stabbing.
Maybe she'd like to talk to me about her experience.
Good luck with that.
All right, Mac.
- Closing up. - For good?
- No, you're not listening. - Don't know about that.
No! No, it's not okay, you son of a bitch!
- I don't need to calm down! - Ah. Looks like it is. Looks like we're screwed.
Come on, Mac.
- Time to hit the bricks. Let's go. - There are people
- that depend on me at this place. - Now, I only sold one.
You sure you can't...
Oh, yeah.
I'll take this whole bundle for 10 bucks, right?
You can make it a $20.
$20 for...
unbelievable.
There you go.
I take it they turned you down.
No reprieve.
We have to be out by the end of the week.
So we fight it. You know?
Or we find the clinic another rent-free space.
In a city that's turning into one giant condo?
Ow.
This is ridiculous.
Selena, let me look at the wrist. Come on.
There.
Fine. Play doctor.
- Does that hurt there? - Uh-huh.
Okay.
- And what about... - Aah!
Your wrist is broken.
- No, it's not. - Selena, you know that your wrist is broken.
This is an awesome day.
Stay with us, Robert.
Everything's gonna be okay.
You honestly believe that he can hear you?
I did when they operated on me.
I remember hearing the surgeon say
I only had a 15% chance of survival.
So I am careful what the O.R. team says
when my patient is in a liminal state.
I'll take that under advisement.
- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
What about you, Alex?
Do you remember hearing the doctors talk
when they saved your life?
I'm sorry. What?
You were stabbed, right?
Yes. And I'm fine now.
He's cold as ice now, Dr. Reid.
All right, let's move him to imaging
and get Shahir that C.T. he needs.
And let's hurry, people.
I don't want to keep him hypothermic longer than we have to.
You got it.
O-kay.
What's next, chief?
Uh, hip replacement.
Another one of the many balls that Dr. Goran dropped.
Okay if I hit the can first?
Adult diapers were made for days like this, young jedi.
Go.
Okay.
Help me.
He lied to me.
He told me there was a heaven, but I can't find it.
Help me.
Right here.
The drill bit is pressing into an artery
very near one of the patient's dbs electrodes.
See?
Piercing the artery?
Yes, the danger of bleeding is real. Look.
Just say the word, and I'll step in and help.
How many neurosurgeons does it take to change a light bulb?
I don't know.
One.
Don't worry. Shahir is excellent.
I'm sure he is.
I hate to leave my patient, but...
I'd love to buy you a latte.
Sure.
I don't get it.
There's no white light, no warm glows.
Where are the heralding angels?
You know, I haven't heard one trumpet. Not one trumpet.
I'm so tired.
I need to sleep, but I can't.
Why? Why can't you sleep?
Well, in case she comes back.
Who?
Ellen, my wife.
She went out for a walk.
She said she'd be back in an hour.
That was a year ago, and...
Hey!
- Where'd you go? - What?
Hey, Molly.
Hey.
Can I ask you a question?
Sure.
You know that patient you helped earlier, Mrs. Kovacs?
Mm-hmm.
Her painkillers are missing.
Okay.
And?
Sorry to ask you this.
I was just wondering if you took them.
Maybe by accident?
What are you talking about?
I can't think of another explanation.
Okay.
Well, here's another explanation.
You're insane.
Something more important than this?
It's personal.
I get that you're guarded, Alex.
What does that mean?
Well, I was, too.
You're afraid that it's real. You're afraid that it's not.
Honestly?
When you were speaking about being outside of your body
and seeing yourself being operated on,
I think I saw that, too.
Remote viewing.
Do you remember anything else?
Maybe some images of my father.
Happy ones, I hope.
I don't know. It's hazy.
Mm.
There are some meditations I can suggest
to help you remember more.
Excuse me.
Don't be afraid, Alex.
Trust me... these experiences are a gift.
But...
I'm sorry if I pried.
Don't be.
Am I boring you, Dr. Larouche?
No. I'm sorry.
It's just, uh, Dr. Harris has been
running me really hard all day.
Hmm. I always thought you were an athlete.
Hmm.
It's a different running.
This is a pretty intense injury.
I once had to pull a crossbow arrow
out of a man's anterior lobe.
Geez.
The wife claims it was an accident.
Oh, my gosh.
People are crazy.
Okay. We're ready.
Please pull the drill bit out
while I see if the artery needs to be clamped.
Yeah, so just... just... just pull it?
Yes. Carefully, of course.
Okay.
Okay, it's bleeding. Microscope in.
Need a clip.
Do you know the story
of the little dutch boy, Dr. Larouche?
Finger in the...
Wait.
This is odd.
Wait. Uh, what's odd?
The DBS implant appears to be misplaced.
Well, could it have moved because of the, um...
I don't know... head drilling?
Quite possibly. I'll need an MRI to confirm.
Can we reduce the saline solution
and bring him back in from the cold?
Sure can.
Thank you.
Okay.
So, how did you fall off your bike?
So you don't remember how you broke your wrist?
What are you doing here, Joel?
What are you hiding from?
Shouldn't you be at the hospital?
What is it?
Work?
Is it about a girl?
You know what your problem is?
You talk too much.
Sorry to disturb you, Dr. Kinney. Is this a bad time?
Yeah.
Okay. Uh...
There's no easy way to say this.
My patient is missing some painkillers,
and I can't think of another explanation
except that Molly took them.
I'm sorry. I just... I can't.
And I thought you should know.
You can go.
Okay.
I removed the drill bit from his frontal lobe,
repaired his artery.
He'll need to be monitored for stroke, but he's doing okay.
Great. Thank you.
I do have some concerns
about the placement of his DBS electrode.
Well, how so?
They seem to have migrated. I'm doing an MRI.
It's not life-threatening.
I'll start arranging for a patient transfer,
and I will give him a full MRI when he's back in my care.
But when he's in your care, he won't be in my care.
Exactly.
And I thought orthopods were territorial.
He's spiking!
Status.
Systolic near 220.
Diastolic at 144!
He's in hypertensive crisis.
Let's get some labetalol nitro now.
His heart's gonna pop at these levels!
Come on, Robert. Stay with us.
Come on, Robert.
Hang in there.
It's not meningitis.
Could be an infection in the cerebrospinal fluid.
No, I don't think so. Look at this.
His body's producing way too much cortisol.
His levels are off the charts.
That would explain the crazy blood pressure.
Exactly. But what explains the cortisol, hmm?
Well, there's no sign of an adrenal tumor on the C.T.
I'll order up another test. Do you want bloodwork?
Okay.
What's Robert's status?
Is he okay?
No. He's not out of the woods yet.
I'll go arrange for those tests.
Thanks.
So, uh, you an angel?
No.
I'm so tired.
I just need to find her.
I looked everywhere.
Where are you hiding her?
Your wife's not here.
Trust me... I-I'd see her if she was.
I feel like I'm caught between two worlds,
and she's not in either.
Yeah, I know that feeling.
Do you?
'Cause I don't unders...
So... you hungry or any...
I mean, do you feel like a bite to eat?
N-no.
Or a drink, maybe? I don't know.
I'm... not really thirsty.
'Kay. No drinks and/or foodstuffs.
Okay. Should we talk about this?
Nope.
Well, I should probably give you a ride home.
I don't think you should be driving with a broken wrist.
Uh, I'm good.
You're all business. You know that?
Am I?
Something important?
No.
Dr. Hamza just told me about Robert's cortisol levels.
You're thinking it's an adrenal tumor?
That makes sense, but it's not showing up on the C.T.,
So we've ordered him another one.
Good.
You know, full disclosure, Alex...
I want to write a book that documents the patterns
found in varying experiences of near-death.
I'd be honored if you'd talk to me about yours.
I, uh...
I don't think I have anything more to say.
Well, it's okay if you're not ready. How's tomorrow?
You like merlot?
Just think about it.
I'll think about it.
- Question. - Mm-hmm?
Dr. Hamza's not gonna subject Robert to an MRI, is he?
Well, you already said that you'd prefer to give him an MRI
after he'd been transferred to your care, so...
Well, there's no reason if it's an adrenal tumor.
Right.
I guess I'm a bit possessive of my patients.
I got that.
It's just that Robert's been through so much already,
and I feel like I should be the one
to see him through this difficult journey.
Of course.
We'll talk soon.
You said you thought
our patient's DBS leads might've migrated.
Yes.
Possibly because of the trauma.
Do you think they were incorrectly positioned from the start?
Could that have caused
the excessive cortisol levels we saw?
Maybe, but the electrodes
would have to be placed too deeply in the hypothalamus.
But that would be a big mistake for any neurosurgeon to make.
I think you should do that MRI.
Why?
Let's just say I'm starting
to have my doubts about heaven.
Shahir.
- Uh, quick theoretical. - About?
- Your patient, actually. - Have you been talking to Alex?
No. Why?
N-never mind. Go on.
Uh, could DBS leads make insomnia worse
rather than better?
The short answer is "yes."
Right.
What about, uh, seizures or... out-of-body sensations?
"Yes" to seizures,
and the jury's out on the whole out-of-body thing.
- Right. - Right.
Thank you.
Everything is so fascinating today.
Mm.
I think...
I've figured out why you can't sleep.
I told you why.
Listen, just hear me out, okay?
I think the DBS implants
that are supposed to be helping with your depression
are actually causing little seizures,
which are preventing you from sleeping.
It doesn't matter.
Even if you're right,
I'm not gonna be able to sleep until I find my wife.
Okay.
Um...
I underwent DBS once, and it...
it helped me remember things... important things...
things I thought I'd forgotten.
So tell me what happened the night she left you.
I told you.
She went out for a walk, said she'd be back in an hour.
Told me not to wait up.
Then what?
I don't know.
"Don't wait up, Robert. I'll be back in an hour."
- Don't. - Then what?
You are not Ellen, so don't.
"I'll be back in an hour."
Then what?
I panicked.
She wasn't answering her cellphone.
I searched. I searched. I was gone all night.
I...
then I thought maybe...
maybe she was with someone.
How could I think that?
There were... there were cops.
There were cops when I got home.
They said there was a drunk driver.
She died.
Why can't I hold that in my mind?
She died.
Why can't I remember that?
'Cause if you remembered it, then you'd have to let her go.
Dr. MacLeod says there's spirits all around us.
We just can't see them.
Well, maybe we're not meant to.
I have to see her.
I have to tell her I'm sorry.
I should never have let her go that night.
She didn't abandon you.
She was taken from you.
Hey!
Question... do these pants make me look fat?
Fat? You look like a plank.
So, how was your first day? All good?
Yeah, yeah, it was fine.
Um...
But I don't think, uh, Dr. Lin likes me very much.
Really? Why do you say that?
I don't know. It was weird.
She actually accused me of stealing a patient's medication.
- Couldn't believe it. - Hmm.
Well, I'm sure it's just some sort of misunderstanding.
Yeah... her misunderstanding.
Anyway, do you think
you can drop me off at Gracie's on the way home?
I want to meet some friends there.
Uh, sure.
Listen, I've got about another hour here,
so why don't you, uh, run down
and grab yourself something to eat?
Mom. The food here is gross.
Go eat, plank.
Mom? What are you doing?
Honey, I just...
Ugh! I cannot believe this!
What... you actually believe her?!
- No, I didn't say that. - You do!
What is wrong with you?!
Uh, honey, calm down.
You are such a good liar, asking me how my day was!
You actually think I would steal a patient's drugs?!
Get a good look, mom! Get a good look!
So, you sure you don't want a lift home?
Throw the bike on the back of the car.
Joel, this was a mistake.
Well, I-I don't necessarily think that we...
It's okay.
It was a good mistake.
But we both know it was a mistake.
You're a good guy.
There are many that would disagree with you, so...
Well...
She's wrong.
And it's her loss.
Take care, Joel.
I'll kill you!
I'm gonna knock your teeth out!
Brad?
Joel.
His skull's been fractured.
I need to get him to surgery right away.
- You were at the scene? - Yeah, I-I...
The guy pulled me out of my car, starts whaling on me.
I just... I hit him back, you know?
You should've waited for the paramedics and let the cops handle this.
I was just trying to save his life. Just step back, Joel.
Okay, on 3. 1, 2, 3!
So, did this guy mug you?
I don't know, man. He just came out of nowhere... it was ju...
We need to contact his family.
- Do you know anybody? - Um, Selena.
Do you know this guy?
Brad. That's... that's all I know about him.
His name is Brad.
I don't think he's gonna make it.
He's crashing.
Paddles.
- Want to take over? - Yep.
And clear!
Still in V-fib. Going again.
Jesus, no.
Clear!
Nothing, doctor. He's gone.
He's gone when I say he's gone.
Going again.
Clear!
Your hunch was right, Alex.
His DBS implants are in completely the wrong place.
Well, they're off by millimeters,
but it makes a big difference.
What are they doing to him?
Among other things, his brain is producing excessive cortisol.
No wonder he went crazy.
Indeed.
I'll have to go in and operate and reposition his implants.
Okay, let's go tell him.
Alex, our patient's unconscious.
No... Dr. MacLeod.
Oh, him.
You're kidding. Dr. Harris wears diapers in the O.R.?
I don't know. I think he meant it as a joke.
- At least, I hope... - What the hell are you doing
accusing my daughter of stealing drugs?
- Dana, I just... - You made me distrust her.
Maybe I should search you for drugs.
How would you feel if I did that?
Uh, Dr. Kinney, just, please...
Please what?!
You stay away from my daughter... you and your gossipy little group.
These are the kinds of lies that ruin careers.
And I hear one more word about this, and I take legal action.
Do you understand me?
The proof is right there before your eyes.
Fine.
I give you permission to reposition the DBS leads.
I don't need your permission.
Look, we all make mistakes, Dr. MacLeod,
but rarely ones this excessive.
It wasn't a mistake.
I can't prove it, but I know that you put
those DBS implants exactly where you wanted them to be.
Careful, Alex.
It's why you wanted Robert transferred back to your care.
You're out of line here.
You experimented on him.
You were trying to induce
a near-death experience in your patient
so that you could prove your theories
about "remote viewing," your theory of heaven.
Now you're reaching.
He could have died today.
Not "nearly"... permanently.
No heaven or hell.
You saw something, Alex...
something in the liminal state between life and death.
Whatever happened, it changed you.
No.
It changed you, Dr. MacLeod.
I'm sorry, man.
We did everything we could.
It was one punch.
Someone should notify the family.
You just did.
He's my husband.
Where am I?
You were asleep.
That's impossible.
No, it's true.
You were snoring away like a champion.
Will I remember this?
I don't know.
I hope so.
I will.
I'll remember she didn't leave me.
You talking to yourself?
Yeah.
Don't we all?
I'm gonna get your story one day, Charlie.
Yeah.
Well, it's not really my field, Thor.
I'm just a lowly orthopod
trying to look after my patients best I can.
I talked to Alex, by the way.
She remembered something about her N.D.E.
She's blocking it, just like you are.
See you on top of the mountain, Charlie.
Oh.
Dana, what you said to me earlier was totally out of line.
It was... it was outrageous.
I was just trying to help you and your daughter.
Apology accepted.
Let's move on.
Can you believe that?
Come here.
Why?
You've had a bad day.
I saw Dr. Kinney read you like the riot act earlier.
You look like you could use a-a hug.
Okay.
Why are you so stiff?
Oh, my god. Apparently, I'm a bad hugger.
You don't think I'm gonna kiss you again, do you?
Are you?
Good night, Dr. Lin.
Why didn't you tell me?
How do I tell you about an abusive husband?
About a man I had to get a restraining order against.
This is my fault.
No.
This is all my fault.
You're wrong. It's not.
I-I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
- I'm sorry. - Listen to me.
This is not your fault.
I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
The cops are here to talk to you, Dr. Goran.
Oh, my god.
I'll come back once I've spoken with them.
Sir, we take it very seriously
when someone leaves the scene of a crime.
I was the one who was attacked.
And he's the one who's dead.
So, how well did you know the victim?
I didn't. I only met him today.
He was married to my colleague at the street clinic.
And you know that she has a restraining order against him?
And were you and this colleague involved in a relationship?
I'll take that as a "yes."
Are we done here?
Actually, we're not, sir. You're gonna have to come with us.
I'm not going anywhere, man.
Listen, are we gonna have a problem here?
Hey.
I was looking for you.
I've been wanting to talk to you, actually.
I think I remembered something...
uh, a dream, a hallucination?
I don't know.
I think I saw you after I was stabbed.
Sorry to interrupt. It's Dr. Goran.
He's been arrested.
What?
She's gone.
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