Black Box

Previously on "Black Box"...

Know that new hostess at the restaurant? I slept with her.

No. It's over.

I hope you can handle that.

You know, I can't stop thinking about last time.

It will never happen again.

- You ever been to the moon, Leo? - Of course.

Where do you think I landed after the Challenger exploded?

Leo has a brain tumor,

whether we want to see it or not.

There could be memory loss.

That'd be a disaster to this kid.

I need a clip now.

Stable.

Bick is truly amazing, isn't he?

Yeah. He is... amazing.

And that was "Traffic On The Eights" here at WXOX,

New York City's number-one jazz destination.

Next up is the great jazz pianist Hunter Black

with the classic, "After You've Gone."

Do you like your daddy's song?

Excuse me. Would you mind turning that off, please?

- Sure. - Thank you.

I want to thank you for helping us with this, Dr. Black.

Tell me, how long were they treating him for?

On and off for a year.

Nothing seemed to help.

There's always something else to try.

Thank you, doctor.

We'll be in touch.

This is one of our finest soldiers,

and he's suffering terribly.

I assure you he will get my full attention.

I appreciate that.

Okay.

Captain Moran,

can you raise your right arm for me, please?

Yes, ma'am.

All right, that was easy.

Now your left.

Okay, that's a lot of pain.

Yes, ma'am.

So, I'm gonna touch it

very gently, okay?

Four tours of service.

I've taken live fire for days.

I was wounded twice by small-arms fire...

Got the Purple Heart to prove it.

And I'm crippled by something that isn't even real.

No, it's real.

Up to 80% of people with amputations

have phantom sensations where their missing limb was.

It must be in my head.

No. What you're feeling, it isn't imaginary.

The pain comes from signals that originate in your brain and your spinal cord

as if your limb is still there.

It's real.

May I?

No, thank you.

This has been really hard on my marriage.

My poor wife didn't sign up for a life

with a guy who can barely put on his shirt.

Let alone be touched.

I'm sure it's been terrible for both of you.

I barely sleep.

I feel useless when I'm awake.

I can't think right.

I would rather have died in Afghanistan than be living like this.

We're gonna fix this.

It's really cold out here.

Sure this is a good idea?

Could've stayed and talked at your parents' place.

Are you kidding? I've been trapped there all week.

My mom's driving me insane.

If she asks me one more time,

"how are you feeling? Is your memory back?

Do you remember what you had for breakfast?"

I'll jump out the window.

Okay, well, what about your dad?

He's all over me, too.

God forbid I should've lost a step of my game

because I had brain surgery.

I'm sure they're just worried about you.

Yeah.

So, when do you think you can move back into your place?

Most likely this weekend.

And Monday I'll be back at the Cube.

Aren't you rushing it?

It's only been eight days since you had surgery.

I have to get back.

You can't lose a day on the neurosurgery track without falling behind.

Can I see your scar?

No.

- Why not? - 'Cause I hate it.

It makes me feel like a freak.

Can I feel your burr hole?

I didn't know you felt that way about me. Yeah.

Your burr hole, silly.

You know what that is, right?

The skull is so hard, a traditional incision with a scalpel is impossible,

- So a burr hole is drilled... - No, I know what a burr hole is.

Thank you very much. I was just distracted.

All right.

It's late. I got to go.

- Hey, look, I'm sorry. - No.

It's all gonna come back. Don't be so hard on yourself.

Your subway's that way.

No need to walk me back.

I'll see you, uh... I'll see you Wednesday.

You mean Monday.

Yeah, that's what I said.

Monday.

You all good?

All good. Thanks, Harry.

So, how we doing?

That was one hell of a review you got in the New York Magazine.

Mm, yeah. Time out was good, too.

But I won't be happy until you tell me we're finally in the black.

Ah, man, I'm not worried about it.

Tables are booked solid, even Tuesday nights.

I'm thinking of scaring up more coin by opening for Sunday brunch.

Mimosas. Ka-ching. I love it.

Hey, tell me about that sexy new hostess.

I mean, she seems to be quite an asset...

Legs for miles, perfect...

Yeah, about Delilah. I'm letting her go.

- What? Aw, man! - Dude, I don't want to get into it,

but she's trouble.

You figured that out a little bit too late, my man.

Can't fire her now. You slept with her.

Where did you hear that?

She told me.

Unbelievable.

Why would she do that?

- Probably so we'd have this conversation. - Yeah, right.

See, if you fire her after you nail her, she can sue.

If she does, this dream of yours...

Vapor.

How do I get out of this?

Uh...

She'd have to do something really bad that's work-related.

She's got you by the nuts, man.

Which is probably where you were

when she got you to say you loved her.

I never said I loved her. Never.

"He said, she said," man. Her word against yours.

Hello, Ms. King. I'm Dr. Black.

So, I hear you took a header off a mountain.

Call me Beatrice. Yes, Mt. Katahdin in Maine.

I-I feel lucky to be alive.

I went with an organization called Travel Without Barriers.

I'm just gonna take a look into your eye if that's okay.

They help people with physical challenges live adventurous lives.

How long have you had macular degeneration?

Uh, four years.

I still see shapes, light, shadows,

but I-I'm legally blind.

And how'd you fall?

I thought I could make my way back at night from the campsite

to a stash of chocolate bars in the follow car.

That's totally understandable.

So you, uh...

You had a mild concussion, a broken arm...

All taken care of.

So why are you seeing me?

Since the fall,

I can see things.

Not all the time, but often.

And I see them quite clearly in living color,

like a big-screen movie, only they aren't really there.

What kind of things?

Well...

Right now...

I see a snow leopard.

I want to see a snow leopard.

Maybe you can if you fall off a mountain.

I'm guessing you want a psych eval?

Yeah, and a tox screen, please,

and an MRI and a C.T.

- I'll tell Lina. - Thank you.

Hey.

Morning.

Wait. What are you doing?

I just needed a moment to talk.

Well, you know where my office is.

- What happened between us a few weeks ago - Bick.

- You know, I'm just tired of pretending - No, it was...

it didn't happen.

It was meaningless sex.

Really?

See, I can't stop thinking about you.

I can't forget what it felt like to be with you,

and I don't think that you've forgotten, either.

I've told you plenty of times

- I have a fianc? - You're engaged to a cook.

- His name is Will. - I don't care.

If you are serious about this man