Saving Hope

Charlie: You sure you don't want me to come to this ultrasound?

I'm fine.

Besides, I thought you had work to do.

Eh.

How you been feeling?

I am not sure.

I-I... things are changing,

I'm expanding by the second,

and Maggie's moving to London.

Yeah, about that.

What, uh...

What if Maggie didn't have to move to London?

What do you mean?

Well, I was kind of waiting till this was official,

but, um...

a staff position just came up at, uh, Hope Zion

in Obstetrics,

and Maggie's perfect for the position.

- Oh, no. - Really?

- I thought you'd be happy about that. - Of course, I am.

It's just that Maggie's been really happy

with her decision to leave.

So, you don't think I should tell her?

I don't know. They're leaving tonight.

She and Syd are great together.

- It's your call. - Okay. No, I, uh...

My lips are sealed.

Wait. You can see me.

Something wrong?

Someone wants my attention.

Duder, I know you can see me,

and I kind of need your help here.

Doctor will be with you in a minute.

Oh, come on. Um...

Okay, I got broken bones incoming.

Um, you'll-you'll text me a picture of the ultrasound?

- Absolutely. - I got to go.

Duder, wait up!

I'm just saying, it's not that difficult.

That's easy for you to say.

You weren't up half the night with him.

You just have to manage your time better.

I'm sure you can figure it out.

You are a neurosurgeon.

You're working all the time now,

with this new job of yours.

Yeah. Back to Bay Street.

Turns out that finance pays better than cookies.

You're not nearly as accessible.

You know, all this child rearing,

it's falling on my shoulders, Jonathan.

- Shahir? - Hmm?

You know the expression,

"it's not exactly brain surgery"?

Mm-hmm.

That's about you, my beautiful man.

Hey, this is our child.

You can do this.

- Okay. -

Shanathan needs to burp.

Don't call our pretend child that.

Why?

It's Shahir plus Jonathan. Shanathan.

Yes, I understand, but explaining it...

Shh. Oh, God.

I got to go to work.

Hey, you can do this.

- Shh. - I have faith.

At least one of us does.

- - Hmm?

Shh.

Oh.

- Hey. - Hey.

"An Evening with Steve Martin"?

This is awesome.

Tomorrow night, 8:00.

- Gonna be a wild and crazy night. - Wild and crazy...

- Wait. Tomorrow night? - What?

I actually can't go tomorrow night.

- Why not? - It's Thursday night.

That's bowling league.

You can skip it for one week, can't you?

I can't. The team depends on me.

The team that I've never once heard you mention.

Rose: Ow!

Ohh, Dr. Miller.

Please, I need your help.

Okay, Rose, what is it?

Ohh, there's an elephant...

Ohh!

Parked in the middle of my chest.

Dr. Bell, this is... this is Rose,

she's one of our more frequent flyers.

Okay. All right. I'll take a look.

- No! - Right this way, ma'am.

Thank you,

and thank you for letting me off the hook.

- Oh, no, you're not off the hook. -

Heart looks perfect.

Stomach, liver and kidneys,

they're all where they should be.

This is one healthy nipper.

- She's brushing up on her British. - Hmm.

Look at those backflips.

I know. Tell me about it.

I feel like I've been on the Zumba Flume 24/7.

She's just showing off for her adoring crowd.

Um, did you say "her"?

Oh, I'm sorry.

You didn't want to know.

No. No, I'm... I'm fine.

It's just...

Actually, I didn't expect it.

You know, you did this exact same thing to me

with Luke, right?

- Did I? - Yes.

Oh! I'm terrible at secrets.

It's a good thing we're leaving tonight,

or I would've told the whole hospital.

That's great news.

You gonna tell Charlie? I thought he was coming.

Well, he had work to do

and I... I kind of wanted to be alone for this.

You okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Fine... but, uh, more importantly,

what about you?

You know, big move...

Any job prospects for you over there?

Well, I'm not sure it's gonna be as easy as I thought, but...

Sydney: I trained over there,

but Maggie will have to re-certify.

Might mean another fellowship year.

You're gonna have to start over from scratch?

Yay!

Ugh! Dr. Storms.

Oh, everybody's least-favorite plastic surgeon.

His wife, Kimberly, went into labor.

Care to join me for

one last delivery at Hope Zion, Dr. Lin?

I have some charting to finish,

but I'll be up as soon as I can.

Cheerio.

I mean, it's fine. I can start at the bottom.

It's not like I was moving up here, right?

Right.

What?

Charlie told me that a staff position in Obstetrics

just opened up.

Staff position?

- Here? - Mm-hmm.

Doesn't change a thing.

I'm happy with my decision.

Good.

- What happened? - Apparently, he fell 15 feet.

Okay, let's check him for spinal damage.

We're gonna roll him on three.

One, two, and three.

Aah!

- Sir, can you feel that? -

Okay. I'll take that as a yes.

Looks like he landed on his legs.

Or what's left of them anyway. Let's, uh, have a look.

Watch the pants, man! They're my show pants.

Okay, put your head down. Head down.

Okay. Whoa! He must've nicked the femoral artery.

Pressure here!

Dare I ask why he's all wet?

He was holding his breath in a water tank

suspended above Dundas Square

until the wires snapped.

Uh, quick follow-up question... why?

His name is the Alluring Abbadon.

The magic community's hailing him

as the next David Blaine.

Did you just say "magic community"?

Yeah. I dabble in the dark arts.

You got a problem with that, Dr. Miller?

Yeah. I do.

Okay. We need to stabilize these fractures.

Get him to imaging and into an O.R. right away.

Hey, he's dry drowning.

Being submerged must have caused pulmonary edema.

Let's get a tube in him right now.

Hope you got some really good tricks

up your sleeve, Doc.

Zach: - Okay, he's tubed. - Almost there.

Yeesh. Tough luck, bud.

If only I could put this into my act.

Yeah. They'd never believe it, right?

- And what do we do now? - I don't know.

I mean, he's the only one who can see us,

but apparently,

he's busy trying to save your getaway sticks.

Okay. Good to go.

- Breathing's normalized. - All good down here.

- And what are we supposed to do? - Okay, Mr. Abbadon,

we're gonna take good care of you.

Just hang in there, all right?

Gotta operate on these legs right away.