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Charlie.
Hey, Charlie, wake up.
Huh?
Hey, you're awake.
Yeah, alarm's about to go off.
Something on your mind, babe?
Did I ever tell you
that I was a member of the grade-seven debate team?
I did not know that, no.
Got second at nationals.
I had to drop out. It's a long story.
But I have come up with the best argument
for you removing your tumor immediately.
Okay?
O-kay.
I'm loving the confidence.
- Just hear me out. - Okay.
You're gonna have this surgery
sometime in the near future, correct?
Correct. Shahir r...
Okay, don't interrupt me.
I've got seven minutes before the bell.
Now, the way I see it,
your only reason for not having this surgery
is for fear of losing the ghosty thing, right?
You've mentioned that before.
Yes, and you didn't deny it.
Now, the ghosts have been part of your life for a long time.
Maybe you need to try doing your job without them.
So my question is,
who are you, and who do you want to become?
That's the bell.
Any rebuttal?
You're good.
Dr. Stroman, I just wanted to check up on our patient.
Just heading to see her now.
Great. I'll walk with you.
Has the chemo shrunk her tumor?
We're still waiting on the results of her latest P.E.T. scan.
But you did send her stuff on to Dr. Binari at Sacred Mercy?
Alex, you know as well as I do
Dr. Binari has strict indications for surgery.
Yeah, they're looking for people who are her2-positive.
Yes, but if her tumor isn't responding to treatment,
even the great Dr. Binari won't be able to help her.
You know they're looking for promising cases.
And hers isn't?
We don't know yet.
Dana, how are we feeling today?
I don't know how you're feeling, John,
but I'm-I'm feeling pretty good.
Yep, definitely well enough to head up to Muskoka for...
Oy. Come on. This again?
I have finished three cycles of chemo and been a model patient.
For me, John. I've been good.
Morning.
Morning, sunshine.
Aw, not too sunshiny.
You're immunocompromised. There's fluid in your lungs.
I'm sorry. Wait a minute. She has pneumonia?
Oh, it's a mild case...
certainly nothing to keep me from this.
"The Muskoka bugle annual cottage festival"?
It's tonight at the marina.
Old "handcuffy" here is advising I don't go.
Strongly advising.
Oh, I need to look out over the water, John.
I want to hear the music, see the lights.
Besides, I haven't missed one in 20 years.
So then you've had a good run.
And I thought I had a terrible bedside manner.
You know what I mean.
Step in anytime, Dr. Reid.
Don't you look at me that way.
I'm going stir-crazy in here, and I need a change of scenery.
Dana...
and besides, Molly was born during a cottage fest.
She was?
I've never told you this?
- No. - Oh.
My water broke right there in a Muskoka chair on the deck.
And as soon as it did, the fireworks started.
I watched the whole show,
and I got myself to the hospital,
but, oh, it was magical...
Molly's birth and the lights and...
Life was worth living.
It still is.
Has Molly been around?
Well, you know, I...
She's a college kid with a busy life,
and, um, I don't... I don't want to burden her with this
any more than I already have.
Plus, we, um... we had words.
What do you mean you had words?
I don't know.
Just started out as something stupid
and it got a little...
it got a bit heated, and we haven't spoken in awhile.
But, you know, the problem is, we're both so much alike.
Stubborn?
I was gonna say willful.
And neither of us apologize very well.
Come on, Reid. Break me out of here.
Stroman will never even know we're gone.
I'm just gonna get back to my rounds,
but I will come back, and I will visit you soon.
I'll be here.
Oh!
Sorry.
"Barnes, McCarthy, and Lyons"?
Dr. Bishop, are you being sued?
I'm not being sued.
Trauma-team leader today?
That's right, so a little respect.
Yes, sir.
Okay, first case... male in his 40s.
- Got crushed by a tractor. - Ooh.
He's coming in from Tillsonburg County.
Tillsonburg? No way.
You're familiar with it?
Yeah, I grew up in a neighboring town.
Both of them are too small to handle an accident like that.
Oh, we can, and we will.
Oh, captain, my captain.
Well, at the end of this shift,
this captain will be downing tequila shots.
You should join me.
Oh. Oh, no, I-I don't think that I would... I mean should.
I just... I've kind of sworn off men in my life
for the time being.
You know, I'm just trying to avoid
complicating my life any more than it already is.
Good luck with that.
Plus, you know,
you're not really my type.
But you're mine.
So, our crush injury... how close?
That close.
Hey, Russ. I'm Dr. Bishop.
Are you having trouble breathing?
A little. Not too bad.
All right, let's transfer on three.
One, two, three.
Uh, hey. Uh, what time is it?
Uh, you found him?
Yeah. The tractor flipped right on top of him.
Is it noon yet?
- And you're his... - Wife. Tracy. I called 911.
Hey, Tracy, while you're welcome to stay with us,
you just got to hang out right there, okay?
Dr. Harris, why don't you do sensory and motor?
Cassie, run a F.A.S.T.
Hey, Russ, can you feel that?
Sure. Look, you seriously need to fix me up before noon.
Why is that?
Because nothing good is gonna happen after 12:00 P.M. today.
Sorry, what?
The moon is in capricorn.
Okay, we may need to get a head C.T., as well.
No, h-he's always like this.
Russ is just very in tune with the elements.
Ah, when you say it like that, you make me sound like I'm nuts.
Like harvesting in the middle of the night
and rolling a tractor on top of yourself
didn't accomplish that?
I had to beat the storm. You know that.
Hey, Russ, just push down on your foot
like you're hitting the brake.
A storm that no one else is predicting,
not even the weather network.
Since when do I listen to the weather network, Tracy?
Abdomen looks clear.
All right, let's have a listen to your chest.
Oh, you got yourself good.
Paradoxical chest-wall movement.
Looks like we got flail chest.
Okay, let's get a chest tube in him
and get him prepped for surgery.
The moon is in capricorn. The cows are restless.
Do you know what that means?
Nothing good, apparently.
Okay, plate is secure.
Okay, just make sure it's steady.
I'm awfully close to Russ's heart there.
Yeah, well, you're awfully close to a lot of things...
liver, lungs, spleen.
Depth gauge, please.
And...
okay, I'm gonna need
a 12-millimeter cortical screw, please.
Can you see me?
Dr. Harris, how long have you and Dr. Bishop known each other?
Look, there's a storm coming,
and half my crop's in the ground.
You know what? Um, hey, everybody.
Just listen up for a quick sec.
Um, today I would just like to focus on the medicine
if I could, okay?
Nothing personal.
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