'Previously, on Doc...'
Dr. Larsen has no recollection of the last eight years.
But we're letting her audit their cases anyway?
His arrhythmia was less benign than everyone thought.
He was on a school trip and his heart gave out.
And we couldn't handle the grief?
How am I supposed to tell her that I don't even live with her?
What happened, Michael?
I can't do this here.
Can I see the Dixon results?
One thing didn't add up. Toxicology showed beta blockers,
but they weren't listed on administered meds.
Trying to get into my old emails.
I thought eight years of information
might trigger some memories.
(ducks calling)
Well, Dad, I finally got you back.
(exhales)
I'm never gonna give up.
- Spare a dollar? - Uh, sorry, no cash.
(man grunting)
Did you seriously think I was gonna fall for...
(choking)
(gasping)
Hey! Oh my God.
Miss... Hey, Miss, you okay?
You okay? Oh my God. Someone call 911!
This better be good. Or really bad.
Okay, 48 hours of deep diving into my electronic past
and this is what I've got:
hundreds of sharp, curt, sarcastic texts to Michael,
but somehow all of them without much substance.
And then a two-week period in September 2018
that's completely missing.
That was when you found out Katie was reading
your text messages. You deleted
that part of the chain and you were a lot more
careful after that.
Well, apparently I wasn't so careful on video.
"Marriage counselor suggests we review this"?
Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to moi!
Happy birthday to the greatest! (laughs)
Happy birthday to you!
Oh my God.
- 'Is that what you call dancing? - Well, no!'
You're so embarrassing!
Go be with your friends then.
(exhales)
(Michael): Pretty great, huh?
Yeah. One big happy family.
'Kay. Maybe you want to keep your voice down with the snark.
'Yes, sir.'
Everything can't be about the holy Amy Larsen
and we can't be split into factions.
You want peace? Maybe don't call her "brain-damaged"
in front of the entire department.
I'm sorry I offended.
Meantime, I'm a third-year resident
and you're an intern rounding with me.
So, you'll put your feelings about all this aside
and follow my lead.
I never had an allergic reaction to food before,
so I don't know if it was the shrimp or peanuts maybe,
but my throat just started closing up.
Diminished breath sounds, can hear crackles bilaterally.
How'd you get the cuts on your arms?
- I tinker with engines. - Oh, you a mechanic?
Planes, not cars.
This was just supposed to be a short trip.
I gotta get back to Houston.
Fort Polk or Cavazos?
DOD number on your back kind of gave you away.
I am a Marine. Inactive Reserves.
- You serve? - Combat medic.
- Ranger. Four years. - Impressive.
Your oxygen level's still low,
and your chest X-rays show some airway collapse
and pulmonary congestion from the anaphylaxis.
Well, what are you worried about? I mean,
that's gonna heal with time, right?
Well, it should, but we need to make sure
there wasn't any serious injury to your lungs.
Did you throw up? Or feel like you aspirated?
No, no, just my throat was... (coughing)
Can I see the chart, please?
(tense music)
Paramedics said when they brought you in,
you were clutching onto that canister. What's in it?
My father's ashes.
Oh, sorry.
No. He died a year and a half ago.
Donated his body to science, and they just...
(coughing)
I came back to take him home.
Are you taking corticosteroids?
No, why would you ask me that?
Your blood analysis shows low levels of cortisol.
- Which could be... - Which is probably
a result of the anaphylaxis.
Any history of adrenal issues? Addison's Disease?
No, no. Never been sick a day in my life.
(indistinct chatter)
Yeah. Your oxygen levels
and your blood pressure's normal, so except for that
goose egg on your forehead, I'd say you're doing fine.
Imagine wearing this "goose egg" on your face
and having no idea how it got there.
Yeah, yeah, that's gotta be rough.
Rough is not getting the corner table
at Spoon and Stable on a Saturday night.
Dementia at 62 years old?
You're going to have to find a more vivid adjective
than the pathetically pedestrian,
utterly minimizing one that you just opted for.
Yes, Ma'am, I... Oh, don't "ma'am" me now!
Your "aw shucks" affect may be a winning formula
with the nurses, but it's frankly just
an irritating pander for me.
Hello, Ms. Reinhold.
I'm told you were asking for me.
I didn't ask for...
Wait! I remember you.
You're that simpering wannabe
I never liked in the first place.
Now where is the Chief? Dr. Larsen!
Uh, Ms. Larsen Doctor, Dr. Larsen.
She'll be here in a minute.
Yes, go ahead. Consult, consult.
Whatever you do, don't mind me.
What do you think you're doing?
She has early-onset Alzheimer's.
She fell, she hit her head, she doesn't recall it.
But she does remember her doctor,
and she's not gonna trust you and me until she sees Amy.
I am a Rhodes Scholar, Oxford fellow,
and Dean of Applied Mathematics at U. of M.,
and I demand to have my care supervised
by someone I'd consider a peer!
Yeah.
Hey, I need to talk to you.
Okay.
'Happy birthday to you!'
'Oh my God, is that what you call dancing?'
'Well, no! You're so embarrassing!'
'Go be with your friends, then.'
(exhales)
(Michael): Pretty great, huh?
Yeah. One big happy family.
'Kay. Maybe you want to keepyour voice down with the snark.
Yes, sir. Where are the gift bags?
Uh, I thought you brought them out.
No, Michael, that was your job.
Well, I guess if I'm not everywhere,
then things just have a tendency to go wrong, don't they?
Today cannot be about Danny.
Don't come in here and try to handle me, Gina.
'(Michael): Okay, I'm turning this off.'
'Oh, right, 'cause I'm the problem?'
I assume you already asked Gina about this.
Yeah. She didn't want to get into detail.
Michael, why was I so angry at you?
(scoffs) I didn't bring out
- the gift bags. - No, I...
Okay, when I say,
"If I'm not everywhere,"
I meant the museum, didn't I?
We lost a child.
You know most couples don't survive that.
Come on, Michael. I am blaming you for something.
I'm blaming you for that day,
- right? - Oh my God.
You can't do this!
You know, you don't get to tell me
what I can and cannot do!
(tense music)
Michael, I know that I hurt you.
But I need to know what happened.
(knocking, door opening)
I'm so sorry to interrupt,
but you're needed on the Internal Medicine floor
right away. I'll be right there.
(door closing)
Don't wait here.
I have nothing else to say about this.
(sighs)
(elevator dings)
You do understand we're not leaving here without her?
I do not have the authority to release her to you
and, frankly, I can't be sure you have that authority.
We have the authority of the United States Government,
so I'd appreciate your cooperation.
(tense music)
Sir, I'm going to have to ask that you keep your voice down.
You are disturbing the patients here and my staff...
We're not disturbing Dr. Coleman, are we?
(exhales) Dr. Coleman felt a duty
to call you, and we needed access to her medical records,
but now you need to give us space to do our work.
I'm Dr. Michael Hamda. I run this hospital. You are?
Lieutenant Walter Branch, USMC.
We're here to transfer Major Luna Elliott
to a military hospital forthwith.
I don't understand why we're meeting such resistance.
I thought you said you were inactive.
What's going on here?
I lied. I-I'm sorry.
Respectfully, I understand your position,
but, as I've already told you, until we ascertain
the severity of her condition, she should not be moved.
We have medical transport standing by
and can have her at our facility within the hour.
I don't advise that.
I think it's best we have a word with Major Elliott.
I have been taking steroids. Just for the pain and recovery.
But they don't know, and if they find out, I'm finished.
They're not gonna kick you out of the Marines for that.
You don't understand; I'm not just a Marine.
Uh, Major Elliott, they want to talk to you.
Tell them I can't. Please.
O2 sats are dipping.
Them being here isn't helping.
Look, I don't want to get into a pissing contest with you,
- but our patient's very... - Let me be clear.
Your patient is a United States Marines test pilot
currently billeted to the Johnson Space Center.
- She's an astronaut?! - She's in training
for a space flight to the International Space Station.
Grant me access,
or expect to hear from the Department of Defense.
I'll await that call. Now, if you don't mind,
there's a waiting room over there for visitors.
Keep me posted.
(Jake): Hey, where's Dr. Larsen?
As I understand it, she's not actually considered
- a doctor at the moment. - Come on, give me a break,
Julie, you don't know the rounding assignments?
She's supposed to be shadowing Dr. Park,
but I haven't seen her today.
(door opening) Oh, speak of the devil.
There you are.
I have got a mission for you, should you choose to accept it.
- I'm intrigued. - Good.
How's your method acting?
(knocking)
Hey, look who I found.
- You want a gold star? - You handing 'em out?
Millennials. Participation trophy just for showing up.
Yeah, okay, Boomer.
At last, evidence of a backbone!
All right, let's get this show on the road.
I don't have all day.
Are you in any pain?
Well, I have a headache.
Tell us about this fall.
No recollection.
Dizziness, migraines, blackouts?
Your guess is as good as mine.
Well, I think you know I don't guess.
Let's have you walk for us for a bit.
Looks like some right hip weakness.
I'm gonna listen to your heart.
- No murmurs, rubs, or gallops. - Are you really speaking
while I'm trying to listen?
Sorry, my bad.
Hmm. And her meds?
Just Memantine, 10 mg twice a day for the Alzheimer's.
Any side effects?
I didn't see anything in the charts.
Maybe you should contact her neurologist
before you drag me in here with incomplete information.
I am so sorry. Asking right now.
- Good to have her back? - Yes.
When I said "follow my lead," this wasn't what I had in mind.
She lied about being in the Reserves
and she didn't have us call her commanding officer.
It's called "failure to report," and it's unacceptable.
Well, I hope you didn't tell them your theory
that she's hopped up on corticosteroids?
I ran some more tests on her blood,
- and they came back inconclusive. - So, no.
You ran unnecessary labs on your own,
then called the Defense Department.
Without telling me?
I guess we have different ideas about loyalty.
Well, my loyalty's always to the patient.
Which is why I'm gonna tell you the truth:
she has been taking Medrol.
She experienced shortness of breath last week,
assumed it was the meds,
got a new script for hydrocortisone
from her a la carte doctor.
Which is what caused the allergic reaction.
- Very nice. - Sounds like she's been getting
pretty banged up from all her training exercises.
She was just trying not to get herself bounced.
So she's been taking them for months.
Which is complicating her medical situation.
I spoke to Dr. Miller. Until she's in custody,
there will be legal discussions at a much higher level
than ours, which will determine
whether we are compelled to reveal this.
So, mouth shut. Got it?
Yes, ma'am.
(exhales)
- (Michael): All right - (Danny): Yay!'
Last one, pal. You're gonna explode.
- Mwah! - Hey! Katie,
stop torturing your brother.
Can't. It's too much fun. Butt munch.
- Baby. - Hey, hey, hey.
Knock it off. Get ready for school.
Okay, okay. That's it.
(Danny whines)
- Why did we have kids again? - Uh, because you wanted them.
No. No, no, no. It was all you.
We were at the lake and you said,
"Don't you think we should start a family?"
And then you looked at me with the sexy eyes.
- Oh, yeah. No, I remember. - Do you?
- Mm-hmm. - Good, well, keep those happy
thoughts in your mind
while you agree to take my place on Danny's field trip today.
- That was sneaky. - I know, but I have
this extremely obstinate end-stage heart failure patient
who wants meds instead of the LVAD that he needs.
And let me guess. Only you can convince him.
Well. I mean, I am very convincing.
I guess I can move some things around.
For you.
Thank you.
(Michael scoffs)
Mmm... (chuckling)
(knocking)
Sorry, Dr. Hamda?
Bill Malden from the Department of Defense called again...
No. Tell him I'm in a meeting.
And Dr. Walker's here to see you.
(exhales)
You have bent over backwards to help her.
I know how painful all of this is.
So when you asked me and Katie to keep quiet
about Nora's pregnancy, I respected it.
I don't know what your plan is there,
but you asked, so I'm going with your flow.
- But this? - She has a right to know
what happened to her son.
And to her marriage.
And not the watered-down
Cliff Notes version you've been selling her.
So I'm obligated to put myself through this again.
That's what you walked in here to say?
Yes.
You here as her psychiatrist or as her friend?
'Cause it feels like you're wearing too many hats.
You can't leave her in the dark forever.
And if you don't tell her, eventually I'll have to.
(machine whirring, beeping)
Some patchy areas of consolidation
in the lower lobes.
Swelling of the left node, small pleural effusion.
Looks like pulmonary edema, too.
- Likely from the Medrol. - Maybe.
What happened with the PFTs?
Recent insult, looks like another process
likely preceded it. We're thinking pneumonia.
(exhales) Yeah, definitely pneumonia.
And we just got her labs. Her white count's up to 19.
How's her fever?
The last one was 101.8.
Cough's getting worse, more productive,
chills, sweating, headaches. Start broad-spectrum
antibiotics, chest physical therapy,
Lasix to diurese some of this fluid from the corticosteroids.
Well, I'm assuming they're no longer trying to move her.
Well, this definitely helps our case to keep her.
I'd very much like to go home now, please!
Unless you're enjoying the Poke and Prod clinic
you've been doing with my body!
In which case, by all means, keep me here
until I completely lose my mind!
And I mean that literally! Unfortunately.
- So, we think she had a TIA. - Mm-hmm.
- Why? - She has right hip flexion
weakness on walking, and no right hip weakness
- in her history. - Well, she's sore.
- She just took a fall. - She's 62 with early onset.
A sudden fall seven months into her diagnosis...
And she has no memory the moments right before.
Any history of coronary artery disease?
No.
Valvular heart disease? Arrhythmias?
- No. - And my cholesterol's fine!
Not even on statins!
Guess her hearing's fine, too.
And I'm not interested in any TIA!
Unless you're talking about that snappy number
from "A Chorus Line."
It can't hurt to do a brain MRI.
You want to put that woman through a 45-minute brain scan
based on an intuition that defies
the rest of her history and exam findings?
No. No, get a hip X-ray,
rule out a fracture and send her home.
Not appreciating the clandestine whispering!
Now, please. You stay.
(exhales)
I'm sure you think that was about me
- not trusting your instincts... - Wh...
I need you to know something.
After Danny died, you changed,
in terms of how you practiced medicine.
The simplest explanation for anything wasn't good enough.
You tested and overtested
and for every time you found that esoteric diagnosis,
there were 50 times it went the other way.
I knew it was that you didn't want to miss anything,
but it wasn't fair to the patients,
and that's not how I'm going to run this department.
Thank you, Richard.
Not everyone is willing to tell me what I need to hear.
Yeah, I'm meeting her in the cafeteria.
'Okay, that's news to me. Um...'
When was this planned?
'A couple days ago. Why?'
I'm afraid she's gonna ask you things
'you're not gonna want to talk about.'
About Danny, you mean.
'Exactly, yes.'
So you want me to bail?
She's already on her way down here.
No, I don't just...
Look, if she starts to talk about that day
or if it feels like too much, you can go.
- 'Just take care of yourself. - 'I will. I get it.
Okay, just call me after, okay?
Hi, Dr. Hamda, you can go on in.
(clears throat)
I've been summoned.
Guess you forgot how much federal funding we get?
Department of Defense threatened us?
You'd know if you bothered to take their calls.
Something more important going on today?
- No, I... - It's Amy, right?
I heard that she has been stalking through the Admin wing.
No idea why you stuck your neck out for her
in the first place, since she's been nothing
but a pain in the ass ever since you took the job.
Well, she's built an Internal Medicine Department
with a stellar reputation you can't buy at any price.
That's yesterday's news. And you have burned
all your political capital on this little experiment.
Which is why I've handed over the astronaut.
You're serious?
Feel free to thank me for taking it off your plate.
(scoffs)
(Lt. Branch): I told you. It's been decided.
She has severe pneumonia. She's not remotely
- stable to transport! - Then maybe you're not
doing your jobs, and it's better we take a crack at it.
You can't take her now! Her lab's going in
the wrong direction. (choking)
She's seizing! Towards you.
- Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn. - Get them out of here!
- What's happening to her? - Step back! Now!
(machine alarms blaring) Okay.
- Oxygen, please. Oxygen. - Okay. Luna, you're all right.
You're all right, Luna.
Yeah, no, it's going okay, I guess.
I mean, for a half-doctor who doesn't remember
anyone she works with.
(chuckling)
So, uh, Dad said you might
want to talk about what happened with Danny?
What? No. No, I not with you.
I figured I'd just throw it out there,
in case it's, like, the elephant in the room.
No, sweetheart. That's between me and your father.
The last thing I would want is to drag you into it.
Okay. Yeah.
No, it must be so hard for you,
and I know you don't want to talk about
anything that's already happened.
I do have to ask you, because I have this feeling
that I...
Did I forget about you, Katydid?
(exhales shakily)
You haven't called me that in forever.
I just, I just... Everyone says
that I put up walls. And I...
Did I do that with you, too?
Did I just stop seeing you?
Oh, sweetheart.
I'm so sorry, Katie.
I'm so sorry.
I'm gonna make it up to you.
Just not all at once. Okay?
What the hell are you doing?
- Nothing, I... - Katie, come on.
- I'm taking you home. - No, I'm fine, Dad.
I can't believe you would do this to her!
We're not talking about Danny! Stop this!
Wha... Why were you crying?
Because...
we were connecting.
So, can you please just...
(soft music)
You'll feel a slight pinch from the lidocaine,
and then I need you to stay very still.
Are you all right?
Just shortness of breath.
Nothing I can't white-knuckle through.
Unless it acts up while you're orbiting the Earth.
Please don't move. And Dr. Coleman,
maybe don't provoke her?
Sorry. He's just got me all wrong.
You know, my dad taught me how to fly a plane
when I was 10 years old.
I may be a speed junkie, but I got it from him.
He always wanted to be an astronaut before my mom died,
and then he grounded himself
and spent all his time teaching me everything he knew
about the constellations, and the galactic quadrants,
and just the wonders of space.
He said...
the only thing better than reaching the stars
would be to...
watch me do it for him.
So this time, I was gonna take his ashes with me
and tell him that we finally made it.
Don't give up on that.
We're gonna do everything we can to get you ready for it.
Coming out under lots of pressure.
Doesn't look cloudy.
We'll send some of it to the lab.
What does that mean?
We'll know when we see the MRI.
The bottom line is she is one of 42 people in America
who's even remotely capable of going into space.
We've invested 11 years into her training.
So we need control over her situation.
We understand your point of view on this, Lieutenant.
And of course you have orders from people very high up
on your food chain. But that seizure indicates
a neurological issue on top of the pneumonia.
So we'd like you to consider the position we are in.
Now, if we pull the plug on all these protocols
- and release her... - You'll have legal liabilities.
Yes, I understand. And that's what this comes down to.
Right? C.Y.A.
C.Y.A.?
This is a question of our medical ethics
- and protecting our patient. - As we've stated,
it's 45 minutes to Fort McCoy.
We can easily keep her stabilized on the Medevac.
We'll sign a release exempting you of any responsibility.
I'll say this.
If something happens to her on that helicopter,
who's gonna take the heat?
The politicos filling up my phone sheet,
or the man with boots on the ground here?
(sighs)
You guys want to keep her here?
Then we need to see your complete medical records
from the time she landed in your E.R.
(tense music)
(door opening and closing)
Neurologist said to continue with the home meds
and just try not to worry.
So-called neurologist.
I've done everything he's told me to do,
all these stupid exercises.
Nothing stops the...
Everything just keeps fading away.
Like a tunnel of darkness.
I understand.
More than you know.
Oh come on, you're at the top of your...
Top of the...
Ms. Reinhold?
Cece? Cece?
I don't understand. What's...
It's okay.
We're gonna figure out what's going on with you.
I promise.
She's stabilized now,
but it was definitely another TIA.
So, brain CT/CT perfusion, then Doppler, EKG?
We should do a chest CT while she's in the scanner.
If it shows it wasn't a major hemorrhagic stroke,
- start her on aspirin and Plavix. - Of course.
Thank you. (sighs)
Well, looks like maybe I made a mistake.
And I'm not here to make anyone's life harder.
It's an imperfect science.
It's an art. Which makes it even messier.
And I'll keep in mind what you said before.
I'm Dr. Franco. Pathology.
(suspenseful music)
You didn't need to come all the way up here to find me.
Oh, no. I like to leave the morgue every now and then.
Reminds me why I prefer dead people.
(laughing)
Uh, this may seem morbid, but I...
I was wondering if you had performed an autopsy on my son?
It would have been about seven years ago.
I don't know if you were even here then...
Oh, I was. I'd just started.
But, no, you and Dr. Hamda were pretty clear
it was a sudden cardiac death
from a pre-existing condition and elected not to.
Mm. Okay.
Nice to have you back. (crunching)
(indistinct chatter)
(vomiting)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Cool your jets, Little Man.
I got car sick, Daddy. I ate seven pancakes.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Come on, Danny! We have to go!
(groans) Why do you and Mom
always treat me like a baby?
Can I go now? Please?
- Yes, fine. Go. - Yes!
(soft music)
Michael?
She wants to know what happened with Danny.
And why she blamed me for it.
You can't go back there again.
You can't.
(machines beeping)
(whirring)
(surgeon): Clamps.
Just don't give me a lobotomy, guys.
You want to tell me what happened?
The infection from the pneumonia
made its way to the brain, which caused an abscess.
We barely caught it in time.
(sighs) Unbelievable.
- What is? - If you had released her to us,
this would've been handled already.
You're not saying your doctors could have done better?
I'm saying now that this is escalated to a major surgery,
it's on everyone's radar.
And if this was kept in-house,
then maybe we could've handled it.
And now she's looking at a court martial.
For a failure to report?
And for lying to our doctors about the medication
she was taking.
Yes, we know about that now.
And no one's going to sweep that under the rug.
(tense music)
(sounds distorting)
(boy): Come on, Danny, we have to go!
Can I go? Please?
(Amy): 'You agree to take my place'
'on Danny's field trip today.'
Come on, Danny, we have to go!
Can I go? Please?
'You agree to take my place'
'on Danny's field trip today.'
Please?
(gasps)
Michael? Sweetie.
Hey.
It was a nightmare.
It was just a nightmare.
(breathing heavily)
(birds chirping)
They've drained the abscess and we're injecting
strong IV antibiotics directly into your bloodstream.
You're gonna need it for six weeks,
and then oral pills for months,
but... you're gonna be okay.
So, is this going to be disqualifying for me?
The infection to your brain was caused by the pneumonia.
The pneumonia was caused by your corticosteroid use.
How can that be?
Well, you compromised your immune system.
Invited it in.
And the corticosteroids probably made the abscess
advance more rapidly than it should have.
So I did this to myself?
You were charging too hard, Luna.
But I just wanted so badly to do it for my father.
I know, and, uh...
There's something else I need to tell you.
Is that lieutenant in there with Dr. Hamda?
Ah, yeah, he's...
I'm sorry to interrupt, but I wanna confirm
before her discharge papers are signed
that her diagnosis is clarified.
Has there been a change?
I've been studying Major Elliott's pulmonary tests.
Turns out, based on the chronic nature of her condition,
it's far more likely that her respiratory issues
came from the oxygen-deprivation training
that NASA has been giving her the last three years.
You have no way of proving that.
No, but it is a plausible scenario
and one that would be discussed at great length
during a court martial.
Are you trying to leverage me?
Absolutely not, sir. But I served.
And I believe in what you're doing.
So I would hate for there to be any suspicion
that the program's been reckless
or that somehow military doctors overlooked
Major Elliott's condition.
Well, that's not the kind of P.R. anybody needs.
(machine whirring)
Huh.
Multiple mobile cardiac thrombi.
That's what's causing her TIA's.
She's been showering her brain with small emboli.
That explains the memory loss. It explains the dementia.
So she doesn't have Alzheimer's.
I don't think so.
Your memory issues stemmed from clots in your heart.
The TIA incidents,
they didn't originate in your brain.
It was your heart all along.
Well, for most people, they're connected, I suppose.
(chuckles) The point is that
now that your cardiac issues have been addressed,
your memory loss should dissipate.
You're going to get your life back.
(chuckles)
(laughs)
I think you're maybe not a hugger,
- but I would be happy to provide one. - Yes!
(sniffling)
Thank you.
(laughs)
(keyboard clacking)
Hey.
I wanted to thank you for what you did.
Right is right.
I decided that even if they do give me another shot,
I'm gonna ground myself.
I don't think my father would want me to chase his dream
for him, not the way I'm doing it.
I know that must be a hard one to swallow.
I'm sorry.
I'm sending his ashes up with the next crew, though.
Buddy of mine's gonna release them through the airlock.
(chuckles)
Into the heavens.
- Ooh-rah. - Ooh-rah.
Thank you for doing that.
You stood by her
because she worked her whole life for something,
and she couldn't live without it.
Yeah.
Kind of like Dr. Larsen, right?
Something to think about.
(light music)
"Why do I keep"
"Rubbing salt in my wounds"
Why didn't you check his pulse?
"Bringing myself to ruins"
"Nobody does it quite like I do"
"Don't know how to leave"
"A bad thing alone"
(knocking) Come on in.
Well, I heard you worked it all out with the astronaut.
I did. I need a favor.
Okay. Russ Dawkins
is on the Board of the Franklin, right?
Yeah.
I need to get in there tonight after it closes.
"In the broken"
"Broken"
"Places"
"We can"
"Make it"
"We are the same"
"Some by a flame"
"Through all the hurting, changing and learning"
"We start to think"
After...
After he threw up outside,
all the kids were in here.
Hey, look, it's a brontosaurus!
Wow!
Dad, look, there's another one!
'He was so happy.'
Just running around with his friends.
I really thought he was just carsick.
I mean, the bus was so...
Even I was feeling queasy, but...
(eerie music)
It all happened so fast.
Danny?
Danny? Danny!
Danny, Danny. Someone call 911!
I was alternating between chest compressions
and rescue breaths.
'But I was, uh, I was so scared.'
His...
His little chest was so...
And then they finally brought the defibrillator.
'It wasn't doing anything.'
(defibrillator shock)
It just...
D-Danny?
Nothing was helping him.
'And by the time the paramedics got here...'
He was gone.
And then you called, and I just...
I couldn't pick up the phone.
(phone buzzing)
'I didn't know how to tell you.'
'Because, um...'
It was my fault.
When he got sick, I should've known it was his heart
and I should've checked his pulse.
And I blamed you for it.
I hated you so much for that.
But I also knew you were right.
And we both knew that if...
you'd been there the way you were supposed to,
he might still be with us.
(soft music)
The night after my accident,
I called you from the hospital and...
you said that even at our worst,
you were always my friend.
But I wasn't yours, was I?
(weeps)
Amy.
(sobbing)
"In the broken"
"Broken"
"Places"
"We can"
"Make it"