Chapter Four: The Killer Bride

- I get to spend the rest of my life

with this beautiful woman. -

I am the luckiest man in the Tri-State area.

Yeah!

Oh, I wish we could slow down time.

Make tonight last forever.

Check it out.

Got 'em from a friend.

I know it's not our thing, but...

when in Rome, right?

- The most common question patients ask

when they learn they're dying

is, "How long do I have?"

How long do I have to settle my affairs,

right my wrongs,

tell the people in my life that I love them?

What they're really asking is,

"How much time do I have to free myself of guilt

before I go?"

But when time is finite, guilt isn't avoidable.

It's inevitable.

And its only cure?

Forgiveness.

A seemingly limited resource when it comes to human beings.

I hope you don't mind

me crashing your Saturday night, John.

Usually just me and my buddy Johann at home.

Decided to venture out and work on my social skills.

How am I doing?

[ Indistinct announcement over P.A. ]

Your silence speaks volumes.

- I don't care what anyone says about you.

A doctor who spends his night off

saying goodbye to a patient

is aces in my book.

- Goodbye? I'm not going anywhere.

Unless-- What exactly have you heard, Nurse?

Not you.

Him.

He's being transferred to a long-term care facility

in the morning.

And not one of the fancy ones.

- Who authorized that? Dr. Landon?

Even higher up.

- What? How did you guys beat me here?

Have you guys seen Wolf yet?

Do you know why he paged? What's the emergency?

- You. Having your aneurysm rupture.

Enthusiasm's contagious.

Nice pants, by the way.

Thanks, Van.

I'm glad someone around here appreciates me.

- Man, there better be a zombie outbreak in the E.R.

- Where were you? - It's Saturday night. I was out.

And you best believe I was not going home alone.

- Ugh, your cologne is burning my sinuses.

- Well, most girls tell me they love the way I smell.

- Those girls need to come in for extensive neuro exams.

We have got a patient.

- The John Doe who came in a few weeks ago, right?

Yeah, I heard some ICU doctors talking about him.

There's like zero relevant history on him.

- Yeah, just a long list of infections

and drug-resistant bacteria,

from hospital to LTACH and back.

Scary.

- Well, he's going to be transferred out

of our hospital in the morning.

Unless we can find a reason for him to stay.

- I can't believe I turned off the Housewives for this.

- Do you know what long-term care for a patient like this means?

He's just going to keep going from one facility to the next

until he's forgotten.

- That is exactly right, Dr. Kinney.

- Where do we start? What's the plan?

Ma'am!

- Have you seen Charlie? - Oh, my God.

- Okay, come with me. - Have you seen Charlie?

- Um, I'm not sure. W-Who is Charlie?

- I'm gonna guess it's her husband.

Pupils are fully dilated.

Let's get a head CT, UTox, CBC and chemistry.

Miss, can you tell me how you got here?

- He has cold feet. - Cold feet. Okay.

Can you tell me your name?

- He has cold feet. - Checking her B.P.

Her heart's racing.

- I'd like you to follow the light with your eyes.

Okay?

- I don't think the blood is hers.

Have you seen Charlie?

Someone called psych.

-It's Maya. Leave a message.

Maya Amy-Marie Allen,

curfew is at 11:00.

This is the second time this month you missed it.

You know the rules.

Something came up at work.

I'll be at the hospital in 15 minutes.

I expect you home by then.

Call me back. Now.

Oh, Jesus, help me.

- I don't know what we took. It was, um...

It was like candies. And she had a name.

Sounds like Molly.

What do you remember next?

I don't know.

I was walking.

A car came, picked me up and brought me here.

Can you please just tell me

where my husband is?

- Our entire team is calling every hospital

in every borough as we speak.

I assure you, we will find him

and we will help you remember what happened.

- Imagine the happiest day of your life

turning into a complete and utter nightmare.

- Clearly, drugs are contributing,

but that's not all.

- Textbook signs of dissociative amnesia.

Whatever happened to that woman was so traumatic,

her brain purged it from its consciousness.

- It's like her mind is protecting her from something.

Do we even want to know what?

Charge nurse must've called them.

Officer Stanley. Always good to see you.

You're looking well. - Appreciate that, Doc.

I wish this were a social call,

but, uh, we're here for the bride.

The report says she's bloody

and, uh, missing a...

"Charlie."

Bloody bride plus a missing groom--

it doesn't take a genius to figure that one out, huh?

- That woman could have an insidious neurologic injury.

Regardless of what she may or may not have done,

we have an obligation to treat every single person

who walks through those doors, and that's what we're gonna do.

She doesn't leave here until we clear her.

- And we have to consider the groom.

Let's assume he's still alive,

but judging by the amount of blood on her,

he doesn't have long.

It's going to take an hour to get her to the station, Stanley.

But you know I can get answers faster.

She stays here.

I need you to keep it together.

The cops are here.

- I guess, well, uh, that makes us partners.

But, uh, we still need to question her.

- Of course. I'll show you the way.

What is the plan?

- Still figuring it out. - Ah.

What?

- Found this near the nurses' station.

She must've dropped it.

Figured we'd let you see it

before we turn it over to the cops.

- The bride's name is Bridget Meyers.

She lives in South Jersey.

We found an ID, a hotel key card,

and... party favors.

No signs of other guests. Maybe they eloped.

UTox results won't be back for another hour, at least.

- Right now, we focus on the groom, and finding him.

Maybe they were in a car crash.

He could be trapped somewhere.

- Okay, if it was an accident, she'd have injuries.

Something. Wasn't a scratch on her.

- He could have been randomly attacked.

Or she attacked him.

Maybe Bridget went Kill Bill on poor Charlie.

She did say he had cold feet.

Let's not jump to conclusions.

- If by some miracle he's alive out there, bleeding out,

he's running out of time, and quickly.

- Isn't that what the cops are here for?

- They're trying to solve a crime.

We are saving a patient.

- Okay, um, so we backtrack, retrace the bride's steps,

and it should lead us to the groom.

But even if she does remember,

do we even have time for that?

We need to get inside her head.

- Well, then that's exactly what we'll do.

What? Oh!

- Dr. Wolf, did you just take drugs?

- Putting myself in the same state of mind as the bride

will help us understand what she's trying to tell us.

I can feel how she's feeling, think how she's thinking.

We must see the world through her distorted lens.

- That's actually... It's kind of smart.

And dangerous.

- It's nothing I haven't done before.

This woman came to us for help.

So, unless anyone has a better option,

let's start with the hotel.

Who's coming with me?

- Dana. - Dana.

Wow.