Pulse (2025) s01e04 Episode Script

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- ["Day Forgives" by Medium Build plays]
- When the sun comes up ♪
And I'm ruined with regret ♪
The day forgives ♪
The day forgives ♪
And out of all those nights ♪
I wish I could forget ♪
The day forgives ♪
The day forgives ♪
[helicopter whirring]
The day forgives ♪
Everything I did ♪
The day makes coffee ♪
Sends me flowers and says my name ♪
The day don't mind ♪
What I did now ♪
The day's a friend ♪
To pick me up in the pouring rain ♪
When the sun comes up ♪
And I'm ruined with regret ♪
The day forgives ♪
The day forgives ♪
The day forgives ♪
The day forgives ♪
She's okay.
Yeah ♪
Uh-huh ♪
- The day forgives ♪
- [folky guitar song fades out]
[siren wails]
[edgy music builds]
On my count, three, two, one.
- [music intensifies]
- [Danny] What's the story?
Hank DeLuca, 49,
volunteer firefighter in a house fire.
Hit with debris on the way out.
Significant smoke exposure.
On arrival,
he was hypoxic in the seventies.
Diffuse wheezing.
Got it.
[tense music builds to crescendo]
[music recedes]
- How did you get this, Mr. DeLuca?
- Gas line exploded as I was running out.
It was very heroic.
And you can call me Hank.
[Danny] Okay, Hank.
I'm not concussed
if that's what you're worried about.
Mm. You're a hero and a doctor.
[chuckles softly]
I'm just trying to do
what I can to help out.
- It's a mess out there.
- Oh, trust me, it's worse in here.
[elevator dings]
[edgy music playing]
[loud overlapping chatter]
[edgy music intensifies]
[music fades]
- [heartbeat thumping]
- [breathy oscillating tones]
- [sharp breath]
- [heartbeat stops]
[slow exhalation]
Let's keep him on high-flow O2,
draw a rainbow, and get him a CT brain.
[edgy music resumes]
Aren't you taking me to a room?
We are more than full.
Can you open your mouth for me?
Once the shelter-in-place orders lifted,
everybody who couldn't get to us came in.
I don't love hospitals.
It's okay.
Don't worry. I got you.
We're gonna get you taken care of
and out of here as soon as possible.
Thanks, Doc.
You're doing good.
The DKA in six,
I can't read what you wrote.
D-5 half-normal saline at 250cc per hour.
Oh finally, there you are.
From the waiting room,
a 63-year-old with chest pain.
T-wave inversions.
He needs a monitored bed.
Good luck with that.
- Turns out they were living together.
- [woman] Such a bitch.
- [Cass] Dr. Simms?
- Mm-hmm?
This is Nestor Reyes. Possible broken hip.
[in Spanish] Mr. Reyes, this is Dr. Simms.
How did this happen, Mr. Reyes?
I slipped and fell on a dock.
Muelle?
[in English] Dock. Marina.
[groans]
He needs X-rays. Uh…
[in Spanish] One moment, sir.
- [in English] Hey, Luis.
- Yeah.
How can I get a monitored bed
for a scary EKG in the waiting room?
Uh, wait a week.
- Okay, can you work with me?
- Um…
Maybe if Elijah can get medicine
to admit that pneumonia in 11.
Elijah's bro-y with medicine. I'll ask.
Okay.
[indistinct conversations]
[Harper] We'll see what we can find out.
I'll be right back, okay?
- You've been avoiding me.
- No, just very busy.
Wanna talk about
Phillips's town crier act?
I have bigger problems.
They're bringing in another ER attending.
- We need the help.
- It's not help. It's a babysitter.
- They want me monitored.
- Cruz trusts you.
She wouldn't have made you chief
if she didn't.
She made me acting chief
because it looked good for her.
This is my trial period. Know how bad
it's gonna look if they take it away?
Okay. Who's the new attending?
I don't know.
Some senior doc from Kennedy. Uh…
Broussard.
Lucy Broussard?
She's an institution.
They put her on billboards.
Great.
Celebrity diva doctor babysitter.
Good times.
Danny? Uh, Mr. Reyes…
The one with
the potentially fractured hip.
He's running a fever.
- Fever? That's weird.
- [Hank] Hey, Doc.
- [Danny] Yeah?
- Any news?
Hang in there, okay?
Um…
[music recedes]
You're next in line for scans.
What about a room?
All I get is the hallway?
- I wish. But…
- I didn't even have to do it, you know?
I wasn't even with my company.
My neighbor's house was on fire,
and she was out there in her robe
watching her house burn down.
And no one was coming.
I thought I could go in
and… get her shoes.
At least.
You did a good thing.
I will be back
as soon as I have those scans. Okay?
[edgy music resumes]
Oh hey. Hey, um…
Can you admit your pneumonia patient?
To medicine? Those guys aren't
admitting anyone who's not dying.
Try? I have a concerning EKG
that needs a monitored bed.
I got a DKA that's turning septic.
Just give me a minute.
[music recedes]
[indistinct chattering]
- Dr. Broussard.
- Are you one of my residents?
Yes. Danny Simms.
It's so nice to meet you.
Mm-hm. Mm-hm. Uh, do me a favor.
Go outside. You'll see a truck
with three boxes on the seat. Uh…
Bring them in.
[sighs]
Gonna take a piss.
[overlapping chatter]
- [in Spanish] Listen, Luis. Guess what.
- What?
I just did my first stitches!
- Hello!
- What? That's fantastic!
But no, wait, wait, wait…
- The one in room 12?
- Mm-hmm.
She's so mean.
Super mean.
And when I walked in, I said,
"Hi, how are you?
I'm here to do your stitches."
And she looked at me and said…
- [in English] "Are you a child?"
- What?
- [in Spanish] And what did you tell her?
- I said, "Yes, I am a child."
"And if you want an adult,
it's a four-hour wait."
Boom-chakalaka!
- [Luis laughing]
- [Camila chuckles]
[in English] Oh hey, Soph. I was just
telling Luis about the stitches I did.
[dry chuckle] Yeah.
I can hardly contain myself.
[music fades out]
Okay, are we back to this?
Because I thought we were--
What, friends?
Friends don't use each other to get ahead.
What are you talking about?
Really? I tell you Cole
has a thing for ponytails.
And next thing I know,
you're just flipping one in his face?
My hair was wet,
from the hurricane that you
dragged me into, so I put my hair up.
- That's it.
- Right. Yeah.
Well, uh…
All of a sudden, I just feel like
you're not gonna be the kind of girl
I'm gonna get along with.
A ponytail? Really?
Hey, what do you know about
this new attending that's coming in?
- Nothing. They're bringing someone in?
- [Harper] Lucy Broussard.
Apparently she's some hot shot
from Kennedy. You must know her.
Hello, Xander.
This place is a nightmare.
First things first.
I'm going to feed you.
So, you're all exhausted.
You've all been working for over 24 hours.
Some of you have been suspended.
I don't know why,
and, honestly, I don't care.
I care that sick people
don't die on my watch.
So, who's our chief now?
Uh, me.
You? Why did you let me
send you out to my truck?
Not busy enough?
Run the board for me.
Uh, we have 90 in the waiting room.
Ninety-two.
But let's focus on the patients
we already have in here.
Okay. Um… Yeah, in exam two--
Usually people start at one.
I don't know what room one status is.
Hasn't been updated.
I've actually got one.
Arm lac with broken glass.
We're waiting for X-rays to rule out
foreign body, then home.
Thank you, Dr. Phillips.
The board has been a mess
since the power outage.
But here's what I do know. Uh…
Two is psych, waiting for transfer.
Three is a FOOSH, distal radius fracture,
status post-reduction.
Waiting for sedation for discharge.
Four and six are both abdominal pain.
Labs are backed up. Five is head trauma.
Seven is broken hip.
Both waiting for scans.
- Ten has been cleared but will not leave.
- [Elijah] No, I got ten out.
- It's empty.
- [Danny] What?
When? [chuckles lightly]
Fifteen minutes ago.
Why didn't… Why didn't you tell me?
[Broussard] So, we have an empty room.
We all needed to know that.
That's why there's a board.
People, being organized helps us
get them in and get them out, huh?
Xander, what was
the first thing I taught you?
How to bribe people with food.
After that?
- Treat 'em and street 'em.
- That's right.
So, let's do it.
[whimsical music plays]
[sighing]
- Hmm…
- I'll call it.
Time of death, 11:15.
- [dryly] Ha ha.
- [laughing]
Danny's inside looking for you.
Work-related,
or yet more personal revelations?
Work-related.
I am entitled to a moment of grief.
Oh, yeah.
[huffs]
By the way, my bike survived.
So if you need a ride to work tomorrow,
you can jump on the handlebars and…
Just let me know.
- Damn.
- [music ends]
[in Spanish] Okay, Mr. Reyes.
The X-rays of your hip look good.
- Nothing is broken.
- That's good news, right?
- [in English] You need me?
- Yes.
[in Spanish] Do you speak English,
Mr. Reyes?
[in English] Dr. Cole is
a surgical resident in the ER.
- Surgery?
- Yeah, Nestor's running a fever.
No. No, I feel fine.
If my hip is okay,
I need to get back to the marina.
Clean up after a storm
is where I make most of my money.
No, I hear you.
Maybe Dr. Simms could get to the point.
The cut on your leg. How'd you get that?
- I scraped it on something on the dock.
- Looks like simple cellulitis.
[Reyes grunts] Is that bad?
[Cole] Does it hurt?
[Reyes grunts]
No.
- Great.
- [Reyes] Good.
- Can I go?
- Can I go?
No. I'm sorry. One second. Can we talk?
[edgy music plays]
I'm worried
that it's more than cellulitis.
I felt crepitus.
He has poorly controlled diabetes.
- Danny, did you talk to Elijah?
- One second.
He's not complaining of pain.
He's not complaining
'cause he wants to go back to work.
Stitches. Antibiotics.
I need to admit pneumonia
if you want the bed for the EKG guy.
Talk to Elijah.
- I don't know where Elijah is.
- Give me a minute?
- I'm worried about nec-fas.
- Of course. You love being dramatic.
[edgy music turns tense]
It's swelling. It's red.
With the elevated CRP, white count,
fever, can you think about it?
Dr. Simms, epileptic in six
didn't respond to meds.
- I'll be right there.
- After Elijah?
Yes! I'm gonna find him.
Hey, don't snap at her.
Okay.
I'm gonna draw a circle around
the wound to track it.
Draw a circle.
Draw any number of shapes, Chief.
You knock yourself out.
Okay.
Elijah. Um…
Can you call medicine
and get them to admit that pneumonia?
Danny, I haven't even eaten today yet.
- You said you'd do it an hour ago.
- Actually, no, I didn't.
But I will, if you just
give me two seconds to eat.
[indistinct chattering]
[music fades out]
Okay. Ask me a question.
- [scoffs] We don't need to do that.
- About us living together?
- I don't need to.
- Why not?
Because. You don't want me
to know anyways.
Please just ask me.
[exhales slowly]
All right.
It wasn't just a one-time thing, was it?
- I didn't say it was.
- How long?
About a year.
[quietly] A year.
[scoffs]
A year is a relationship.
[faintly] I know.
It was… It was…
so complicated.
How? I mean, how was it complicated?
Are you really asking me that?
- You wanted me to ask.
- Okay. I don't, um… [scoffs]
Because he was Chief.
Because it wasn't equal. Because…
[sighs]
I thought if I told anybody,
they'd look at me the way
you're looking at me right now.
- [exhales]
- [Elijah sighs]
[solemn music plays gently]
Were you in love?
I thought I was, yeah.
That's what makes
this whole thing so hard.
Come on. Sam.
I… I know I said that
you don't have to support me.
But I…
[breathes deeply]
I want you to.
I need you. I need my friend
to not leave me right now.
I'm not going anywhere.
Thank you.
Call medicine.
Ask for Dr. Evans.
He'll be your best bet.
Okay.
Okay.
- [equipment beeping]
- [indistinct PA announcement]
Is that…
Yep. That was inside you.
Throw it away. Are you kidding?
A lot of patients keep this sort of thing.
They should be put on a watch list.
[chuckles]
How you feeling?
Like that was inside me, and now it's not.
But I appreciate you coming by to flirt.
This is not flirting.
That would be inappropriate.
And you fired the first shot anyway
by calling me Cinnabon.
What do you think that means?
Well, I'm glad you asked, actually.
Because I did have a theory. So…
- I went on the website, and--
- The website?
- Yes. What?
- Wow.
I went on the website, and on the website,
it says that Cinnabon uses Makara cinnamon
from the mountains of Indonesia,
which is known
for its rich and sweet flavor.
So you're calling yourself rich and sweet.
[phone buzzing]
No. You just did.
- [scoffs]
- Look, I've got to go.
- Oh… Take that thing with you.
- Oh, yeah. [chuckles]
Throw it away.
Are you experiencing any nausea?
[woman] Not really.
- [Cass] Hopefully this will help.
- Hey, you paged?
Dr. Simms needs a consult.
The nice Dr. Simms or the one
who destroyed my friend's life?
- Where were you?
- Outside, taking a break.
Hm. Really?
I heard you were up in the ICU.
Hallway bed 17.
[ominous music playing]
Shit.
[Reyes] What's wrong? What's going on?
When you cut yourself at the marina,
did you get into the water?
[in Spanish] Tell the truth.
[in English] We need to know
so we can help you.
A guy's boat was floating out there.
He paid me. Swim in, go get it.
Okay.
After a hurricane there can be a lot
of polluted water because of the flooding.
And if the bacteria
gets into a cut like this,
it can cause what is known
as necrotizing fasciitis.
Flesh-eating bacteria.
But you can get rid of it, right?
Yes, but we just need to get you
into surgery as soon as possible.
Surgery.
No surgery.
Isn't there any meds you can give me?
Not for this.
The infection is aggressive,
so we need to remove the diseased tissue.
How much tissue?
Well, that depends
on how far it's progressed.
What does that mean?
There's a very small chance
we may need to amputate your leg.
I can't.
My family.
[music turns somber]
[in Spanish] They depend on me
for everything.
I need my legs for work.
I can't lose them.
[in English] It's not gonna happen, okay?
We've caught it early. The likelihood
that we'll need to amputate is very low.
[in Spanish] Who can we notify?
[tearfully] No, no.
My family doesn't know I'm here.
And I don't want them to worry.
[in English] Please.
I understand.
Okay. I've got you.
[music fades out]
Hey, call the OR. Nec-fas incoming.
Okay, copy.
Uh, Soriano's on.
You should mention Tom Watson.
A little birdie told me
Soriano's been talking about
being paired with him at a pro-am.
Who's my girl?
Cass, Mrs. Hill, up in eight.
I put in an order for five metoprolol.
- Uh…
- [phone ringing]
It should be for 2.5. She's old.
- Hello?
- Okay, sure. Yeah, 2.5.
[exhales forcefully]
Cass means well.
And she really knows her stuff.
I lean on her a lot.
[huffs] Yeah, I bet you do.
Shit.
I can put that order in for you.
I'm already logged in.
Was it 5 to 2.5 metoprolol, right?
You cannot change a med order.
[lightly curious music playing]
Don't tell anyone, but when
they made my profile in the portal,
they accidentally put me in
as an intern, so…
Yeah, I can write orders.
- See?
- [computer chimes]
Changed it already.
Hey, I really didn't mean anything
by the ponytail thing.
But, you know, if it… like, gave
the wrong impression, I'm really sorry.
Thank you.
Yeah, you're welcome.
[Danny] She's 66 years old and
still with an increased respiratory rate.
- [music fades]
- [indistinct chatter]
No. Uh-uh.
No, I can't keep giving her nebs and wait.
Look, I know that you're full,
but you must have some beds available.
Hello?
Hello?
Danny, uh, house fire guy wants you. Now.
[wheezing breath]
Hey. Sorry about the delay.
Tell me you've got good news
since I waited so long to get it.
Um, I do. The CT of your brain was normal.
Do you want to sit down?
[sighs] Thank God. So I can go.
Uh… not quite.
I'm worried that
whatever was burning in that fire
is causing some allergic reaction.
Your lips are a little swollen,
and it sounds like you're still wheezing.
My breathing?
I've always had crap breathing.
I have asthma.
Can you just prescribe me another inhaler?
- Well--
- Dr. Simms.
Yeah.
- Are you even listening to me?
- I'm listening to you, Hank.
We're gonna get you started
on some steroids, some nebs--
Danny. Medicine is calling back.
- I'll be right there.
- They're not gonna wait.
You know what? You told me you got me.
- But you don't give a shit.
- I do. I told you--
You're too busy
to actually take care of me.
- I have been taking care of you, Hank.
- No, I'm a fellow first responder.
I hoped you'd at least
prioritize getting me a room!
You're not entitled to a room!
Nor are you entitled to be my priority.
Or any other special privileges.
You are entitled to the exact same thing
as every other patient in this hospital,
which is our care and concern.
And out of care and concern,
can you sit down, please?
Yeah.
Out of care… and concern,
I am keeping you here,
monitored, until we know more.
- [oxygen hissing]
- [gentle classical music playing]
- [Cole] I’m dying to go to the Masters.
- [Soriano] Yeah?
[Cole] I’ve entered the ticket lottery
ten years in a row. Rejection every year.
[Soriano] Ouch. Yeah,
I've actually gone a few times and,
not to be a complete dick about it,
but it's pretty much
everything you expect it to be.
[both chuckle]
[Cole] Good luck at the pro-am.
I hear you're playing with Tom Watson--
- [Soriano] Oh my God. Who tipped you off?
- I have to protect my sources.
- [Soriano] Jeez.
- [chuckles]
[Soriano] Ah, shit.
There's a lot more necrotic tissue
here than I expected. Look.
We’re getting close to losing the main
blood supply to the lower extremity here.
[inhales deeply]
[exhales sharply]
I think we have to consider
below the knee amputation.
All right.
Sir, we can't amputate.
Can't?
There's a good amount
of venous bleeding now.
I think we can control it
without amputation.
The teaching is always,
"Take more, not less."
- He needs his leg.
- He needs to be alive.
He won't want to be
if he doesn't have his leg.
Are we gonna let this man wake up
and find out his world's been turned
upside down because it's easier for us?
[dark music rises]
Uh, I'm sorry. I overstepped.
Uh, thank you for letting me scrub in,
but the ER is slammed.
I think I'm gonna be
more useful down there.
[pensive music playing]
[door shuts]
[music fades out]
Hi.
Two visits in one day?
I'm feeling very special.
Mm. Afternoon rounds. It's totally normal.
I've got to say,
I don't love this new vibe.
Is this because your beamer got crushed?
Word spread, rich boy.
[Cole scoffs]
I'm not rich.
I guess there was a time
when I was a kid that we felt rich.
My dad was a banker.
He got this great job in the States.
House in the suburbs.
You know, dream car in the driveway.
A BMW.
He washed that car every Saturday.
But then the financial crisis hit.
And we lost everything.
He tried to hide it at first, you know.
But then they came to repossess the car.
I was outside playing basketball
when it happened, and I remember…
It was the first time
I ever saw my dad cry.
I'm sorry.
I was just on this case with
this guy who's gonna lose his leg.
He's a day laborer,
and he won't be able to work.
And I don't know. I…
It just reminded me of my dad.
[Nia] I never saw my family lose anything.
I never saw them have anything either.
Look, I'm sorry. I didn't…
mean to come here and bum you out.
Now, that's why I call you Cinnabon.
Yeah.
Because I know it's bad for me,
but I still wanna eat the whole thing.
[soft soulful music playing]
Hey, no check-up?
Aren't you supposed to…
do your doctor thing?
You know,
look at the monitors, check my pulse.
Your vitals look incredible.
["Angel" by Black Pumas playing]
And my pulse?
Come alive, little angel ♪
Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
May the stars lovely keep you… ♪
Oh… Don't look at my nails, I bite them.
In this dream ♪
Till you wake ♪
Ooh ♪
And good Lord, is she really real? ♪
[door shuts]
Got to sing, she's my lover, yeah ♪
[gospel chords rise and fade]
[song fades out]
- [phones ringing]
- [overlapping chatter]
[Broussard] You think I'm not gonna ask
why you got suspended?
I'm gonna find out anyway.
I got into a relationship
with a third year.
I thought we were in it together,
and we weren't.
Who is she?
The new Chief?
[chuckles lightly]
I wish I could say I feel bad for you.
But I don't.
[edgy music builds]
[Cass] Danny!
- Can I get that gurney in room one?
- [Danny] Get her to CT.
- What've you got?
- Security found him in the parking lot.
- Oh shit. He left?
- He must have.
Hank, stay with us, okay? Can you hear me?
[wheezing breath]
Three, two, one.
[grunts weakly]
Hey, Hank. Hank.
Stay with me, okay? We're losing him.
- [Broussard] What happened?
- Anaphylaxis.
Give him 0.5 mg of epi.
We've gotta get him intubated.
Get me a blade and a 7.0 ET tube.
- Got it.
- Thank you.
Sats are 60 and dropping.
He's going to code.
- [monitor beeping]
- [Danny] Shit.
He's too swollen to intubate.
- [Cass] You wanna set up a cric?
- Uh, shit.
[Broussard] Try digital intubation first.
- You ever done one?
- Uh, I mean, I've seen one done.
Good. So do one.
[music intensifies]
Find the epiglottis with your fingers.
[squelching]
Now, thread the bougie
through the glottis into the trachea.
Feel the tracheal rings?
- Uh, yeah, got it. Feel it.
- Mm-hmm. Good.
[tense music continues]
- Okay.
- Good. Now you know how to do that.
[music recedes]
- [monitor beeping]
- [air hissing]
[rapid beeping]
Pressure's dropping.
Good chest rise.
Air's moving on both sides.
- Did I do something wrong?
- No, it's the anaphylaxis.
Give another 0.5 mg of epi,
and let's start a drip.
[nurse] On it!
- [flatline tone]
- [Broussard] He's lost pulses.
[Danny] Okay, starting compressions.
[dark music rising]
[alert chiming]
[alert beeping]
Holding compressions.
Checking for pulse. Anyone have a pulse?
- No.
- Let's get ready to shock.
- [high-pitched whine]
- Everybody clear?
- [staff] Clear.
- [thumping]
Okay, starting compressions again.
Okay. Getting ready to shock.
Charging.
Charged. Everybody clear?
Holding compressions. Anybody got a pulse?
Resuming compressions.
- [soundscape muffles]
- ["Mistakes by Gregory Alan Isakov plays]
[Danny] Charging.
Getting ready to shock. Clear.
[thumping]
Clear.
- Clear.
- [thumping]
- [soundscape normalizes]
- Getting ready for a pulse check.
- Anybody have a pulse?
- [flatline tone]
- [Broussard] It's been 20 minutes.
- Give another round of epi and bicarb.
Danny, that's six of epi, five bicarbs,
and two grams of calcium.
I'm calling it.
Holding compressions.
Anybody have a pulse?
The ocean was angry… ♪
No.
[Broussard] Time of death, 14:12.
Turning in the undertow ♪
Turning in the undertow ♪
Turning in the undertow ♪
Mistakes ♪
Aw ya paid and paid and paid for ♪
[emotional indie music fades gently]
[breathes deeply]
Hey.
- I heard what happened. How're you doing?
- Fine.
Come on. You're so frustrating.
- What do you want me to say?
- That you're not fine.
That you're sad. That you're angry.
That you're having a hard time.
- Someone died. That is hard.
- I'm not just talking about the patient.
- I know, but you're not gonna fix that.
- I'm not trying to--
Yes, you are. I…
[sharp inhale]
I've worked so hard.
I've eaten so much shit to get here.
And I didn't want to go to HR.
You told me to do that.
Now we're here, and it's worse.
Maybe you shouldn't have helped me
in the first place.
Yeah. Won't happen again.
Harper.
[Harper] Sorry I got tired
of watching you eat shit.
[scoffs]
- [heartbeat thumping]
- [breathy oscillating tones]
Sorry about that. Didn't quite get it.
It's a tricky angle here.
Can I try?
For the love of God, I don't care
who does it, just get over with.
Uh… yeah. Yeah, sure.
[Danny] Hi, I'm Dr. Simms.
You're gonna feel
a little bit of pressure.
It's a narrow space between the vertebrae,
so just take your time.
Right.
[chuckles softly]
Wow. Uh… That was perfect.
- That might be a champagne tap.
- [patient] What's that?
It means she did it so flawlessly that
the fluid has no red blood cells in it.
Well, the lab
still has to make it official.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
[slow exhalation]
[light music playing]
[Soriano] It's okay. Come in.
I was able to debride the dead tissue
without having to go
too deep into the blood supply.
Still, um, I have to apologize.
I like to know that my residents
don't just defer to me.
- Because, well, it's not good for me.
- [both chuckle]
Uh, no, it… It's certainly
not good for the patient.
I… I was impressed.
Okay? Don't lose that instinct.
All right? Now, do you actually play golf,
or was that just some
strategic ass-kissing earlier? Or…
A little bit of both? [chuckles]
We should play a round at the club. Yeah?
Maybe this weekend. Come out,
have lunch with me and my wife, Marissa.
- I'd love that.
- Great.
Is the course okay after the hurricane?
You kidding? They have a small army
of maintenance guys. They live for this.
[both chuckling]
- Okay.
- [Soriano] All right.
[sighs]
Light of my life, apple of my eye.
What do you want?
Uh… to kiss your feet.
The golf thing totally worked.
Soriano's invited me to play a round,
then have lunch with him and his wife.
- I guess you better find a plus-one.
- Why?
It's kind of critical for a double date.
Unless you want to be a third wheel.
Ah… I see what you're doing here.
- I'll check my calendar.
- [chuckles lightly]
[chuckles]
[Cole claps]
[whimsical music playing]
[indistinct background chatter]
Hey, whoa, wait a minute.
[chuckles] I'm eating that.
No, you're not.
Yes, I am.
I'm just making myself a cup of coffee.
Are you making a cup of coffee
or are you eating a pastelito?
You're pretty slow
for a guy with three sisters.
[laughing] Oh-ho-ho! Oh, wow. Okay.
It's on, baby.
- [music ends]
- [beeping]
[Camila in Spanish] Damn it!
[in English] I don't understand.
I'm trying to put in this lidocaine order.
It keeps saying I need my orders cosigned.
That's because you do need them cosigned.
Well, no, 'cause I have access, remember?
I… talked to IT, and they fixed that.
- Why?
- You are a med student.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
And med students aren't supposed
to have that kind of access.
God, why are you so hard on me?
Because the job is hard.
And it's supposed to be hard.
How overcapacity are we, Luis?
- Please tell me we're approaching normal.
- Actually, we're under.
- We've got some open chairs out there.
- How'd that happen?
[Cruz] Thank you.
I freed up some surgical nurses,
which freed up beds upstairs.
- Sounds like my work here is done.
- We're through the worst of it.
I'll release the ride-out crew tomorrow.
You don't have to stay.
Can I make a suggestion?
Send Dr. Phillips home too.
Roads are mostly clear.
Besides, he's probably got
a helicopter on call.
[chuckles]
I'll think about it.
Think about giving Dr. Simms
some credit too.
She's done a great job.
[in Spanish] Ready to wake
Sleeping Beauty?
[chuckles, sniffs]
- [in English] It won't be like last time.
- Oh, I know. I know.
- She's not going to remember it.
- I know.
[solemn music playing]
[Soriano] Okay, we're gonna
take the tube out now.
It's gonna be a little bit uncomfortable.
Just bear with me here.
My brave girl.
Okay.
- [Cruz] It's okay.
- [Soriano] Yeah.
Okay, Vero. I'm gonna ask you
to take a nice big, deep breath now.
Take a big, deep breath.
Okay.
And… and cough.
- [coughing]
- There you go.
Hi, baby.
[raspy] Hi… Hi, Mom.
Good job.
[Elijah] I mean… You got this.
Stay strong.
If you need anything…
- [heartbeat thumping]
- [breathy oscillating tones]
[dance song playing]
- [Elijah] You're full of shit!
- The whole thing was blue.
- No!
- I've never seen anything like it.
Hold on. Did we order this?
Yes! Uh… I did.
- For Danny's first champagne tap.
- [all exclaiming]
Wait a minute. Danny got a champagne tap?
Yup. Not a single red blood cell.
I was there. She nailed it. First try too.
That's my girl! Yeah!
I couldn't have done it
without Phillips, so…
- Ha! Hey!
- [cork pops]
So I get credit for the champagne, then?
Actually, you couldn't have done it if…
Phillips hadn't shit the bed.
[all laughing and exclaiming]
- Okay. I did not say anything. I swear.
- Eh, word travels.
- Couldn't get it in.
- [Cole] Happens to the best of us, mate.
What did they actually teach you
at Kennedy, though?
- [Elijah] Hairstyling.
- Nice.
- Nah. Bicep curls.
- [all laughing]
No, he was a personality hire.
[Harper] Aw… Aw, yes.
- There you go.
- Oh, shit! So much for those steady hands.
I thought you couldn't have done it
without me.
- [Elijah] Extra napkins?
- [server] Got you.
[slow exhalation]
- [phones ringing]
- [indistinct chattering]
Hey.
Uh, what's that?
A pastelito I saved for you.
Wrapped in an ABD pad?
I promise, it's clean.
Come on. Take it to go.
Follow me.
- Where are we going?
- Chief resident's office.
Which is now your office.
- I heard they were basically engaged.
- And now he's suspended?
[man] She's such a liar.
[Broussard] Don't listen to that shit.
Wow.
Much nicer than mine at Kennedy.
Where are you from?
Uh… Homestead.
Hawthorne.
So you're gonna have to hear
some petty gossip. Big deal.
What actually happened today
is a girl from Homestead
got an entire emergency department
through a hurricane.
I didn't poison that.
Sorry, yeah. I just, um…
[tearfully] I didn't think you liked me.
It is not your job
to worry about my feelings.
What you need is my respect.
And you have that.
[gentle music playing]
Can I ask you a question?
[Broussard] Ask away.
Are the rumors about why
Phillips transferred from Kennedy true?
What rumors are those?
That there were women who made…
complaints similar to mine.
I said you could ask. [chuckles lightly]
I didn't say I could answer.
- [heartbeat thumping]
- [breathy oscillating tones]
- [indistinct chattering]
- [distant dance music playing]
Hey.
Are you upset?
Are you upset?
- It seems like you are.
- Okay.
I'm not. Everything's fine.
Why do I always feel like
I'm saying the wrong thing?
- Danny--
- You said you wanted to mentor me.
And then you get mad at me
when I do something right.
God, I knew this was a bad idea.
- What was?
- Working together.
No. That is not what I'm saying.
I love working with you.
- Look how upset you are.
- I…
I am not.
I am… I am just…
[scoffing] I…
I am so confused.
How do you think I feel?
I can't work when I'm around you.
I can't think. I can't breathe. When I'm…
When we were doing that LP today,
when we're doing anything together,
all I'm thinking about is…
[sighs]
Come on. You feel it.
Come on.
You have to say it because otherwise…
Otherwise what?
I don't wanna feel like a creep, Danny.
We'll figure something out. Maybe…
Maybe different shifts or…
But that's not fair.
That is gonna look bad for me.
I don't know what else to do.
You're never gonna say it.
- Say what?
- That you feel it.
Forget about work.
Just say it.
[ambient music rises]
Please.
[heartbeat thumping]
[slow exhalation]
I came to get my stuff.
[Danny] Okay.
'Cause I've been told to get out.
I guess you got your wish.
[objects clattering]
[Phillips sighs]
[clattering continues]
Can I just ask, do you have any regrets
about how you handled this?
I need to know.
Because you're innocent?
Of sexual harassment? Yeah, Danny.
["I Surrender" by Welshly Arms playing]
Just say it. Please.
I…
I've been standing… ♪
What about the women at Kennedy?
Would they say that?
What are you talking about?
What other women?
[Danny] Harper told me.
Broussard confirmed it.
[scoffs]
Oh, oh, oh ♪
[Phillips] Hmm…
I wasn't special, I was just last.
[both panting]
And love I've lost ♪
But I've never felt too much ♪
But if I can be honest ♪
You're making me want this ♪
Oh ♪
'Cause this desire just keeps making… ♪
Hey, I'm just going to give you
one last piece of advice.
Don't trust Broussard.
Ever.
[singers vocalizing]
'Cause your love
Got me down on my knees ♪
I surrender ♪
[Phillips] Good luck.
Really.
I hope it all goes well for you.
[singers vocalizing]
I surrender ♪
You know I can't fight it no more ♪
I surrender ♪
- [Broussard] Heading home?
- Yeah.
I talked to your girlfriend.
She wanted to know
why you got fired from Kennedy.
And you lied to her.
[Broussard] No, I just listened.
But the real question
is why she believes it.
[scoffs]
You know what?
I should tell her the truth.
What really happened.
Yeah.
But if you violate your NDA,
then your career is over.
And you'd have to admit
you did something wrong.
And you don't wanna do any of that.
Do you?
I surrender ♪
[singers vocalizing]
Now I'm all yours… ♪
- [vocalizing]
- [punchy alternative music fades out]
[edgy music playing]
[music fades out]