Saving Hope

Hey.

You snuck out early this morning.

I thought I'd come in, sort through some stuff.

Why? 'Cause my place doesn't have a desk?

Or curtains? Or solitude of any kind?

Your place is great.

- I'm sorry. Is this private? - No, no secret.

I just have to figure out what to do with my apartment.

Alex, you know if you need any money, I'll...

No, I mean, yes, I do, but I-I don't.

I'm fine. Thank you.

Why don't you just dump it?

- Dump it? - Dump the apartment.

Just get rid of the place.

No? You could do something really nuts.

You could move in with me.

What are you laughing for? You just said my place was great.

- Oh, you're serious. - Yeah.

What would I do with all my nice things?

Well, you could sell the nice things

or you could store it or... I don't know. I...

You know what you could do?

This might sound completely crazy.

- What? - Liberia.

They're desperate for doctors in Liberia, right?

And you know what? There.

We should totally go to Liberia.

- Liberia? - Yes.

You just started working at a clinic here.

And it'll still be here when I get back.

But just hear me out, Alex,

- one second here, okay? - Mm-hmm.

They can really, really use people like us,

and we could just go and give ourselves to something amazing.

There are amazing things here.

Yes, there certainly are.

Think about it.

Hey, Alex, it's your abandoned roomie

calling from your deserted condo.

I'm looking for that sweater you borrowed,

the one that cost me two paychecks.

I'm guessing it's lost in the land of Goran.

Uh, can you just... can you just call me? Thanks.

All right.

Okay.

Wow. Charlie knew his rocks.

Anything else, Charlie?

Yeah, what the hell, Rick? Bloody mary, extra hot.

You got it.

Are you considering a purchase?

Uh, what... me? Stocks? No, no, no.

Somebody made off with the sports section.

I'm just looking for something to read.

Although apparently, um,

I have C's second-quarter losses makes it a sell.

Street says sell, I buy. I'm a contrarian.

You should buy 1,000 shares right now.

I would.

The stock's in free fall. You want me to buy it?

Go out on a limb. That's where the fruit is.

Here. Let me.

Oh. Maggie, thank you.

Uh-huh.

Save the date.

- For what? - I'm getting married.

Oh, I didn't realize you were engaged.

Yeah, no, it just happened.

Herschel and I have been together almost 10 weeks, so...

Wow. Ever heard of getting to know one another?

That's what a lifetime of wedded bliss is for.

Besides, there's no reason to wait.

Mm, I can think of one.

Wear a skirt, cover your shoulders,

and do something with that... hair.

I need a pail of coffee.

You know what? We should probably make an appearance

at Shahir's crepe fundraiser thing.

No. No.

I can smell them from here, and just no.

- Oh. - Selena?

Yeah. I'll probably have to call her back later.

Oh, the obnoxious, kind-of-hot G.P.

She's probably just calling to say thank you for the ride.

Really? You're still working with her

after that whole knife-fight thing?

- What?! - Why would you even say that?

- You didn't... - I didn't know that you got into knife fights?

No, neither did I.

- Guys. - Yeah?

I need you to come with me right now.

- What is it? - Let's go.

Oh, okay, k-k-keep the trowel spreader

in the center of the skillet.

It's a crepe, Shahir, not coq au vin.

Melanda, there are 17 steps in making a crepe.

Try and get one of them right.

- Okay. And we're done. - Hmm?

I love you, but your team skills stink.

There is no "I" in "crepe."

But there are two E's.

Wait. Where are you going? This is for cranial research.

Maybe the ring went down a vent. I don't know.

I could call a fixer guy to check.

- You mean like a handyman? - Yeah.

No way! What if he swipes it?

Why did I even try it on?

My advice? Just be straight up with Alex.

She's cool. She'll get it.

Can you take over, please?

Oh, yeah, of course.

Medevac's on its way from the speedway.

- Nathan Stewart is in it. - Nate "The Rocket" Stewart?

Mr. Stewart's car crashed going 240 kilometers an hour.

What's he doing racing? I thought that guy was retired.

- I guess he came out of retirement. - Yeah.

So, what are we looking at?

We are looking at this.

Oh.

Oh. Ohh. Oh, my god.

- Yeah. - 240 kilometers an hour.

How can anyone survive that?

No! Oh, my god, Nate!

Oh, my god!

Oh, my god. Oh, my god, Nate.

- I'm right here, baby. I'm right here. - Miss? Excuse me, miss.

No, I'm not leaving his side!

Move, ma'am, or we can't work!

Please. Oh, my god.

Listen... is he on any medications?

I-I don't know. I don't know.

Listen. Look at me. Look at me.

- Allergies? Illness? Anything? - No, no.

- I-I don't know! I don't know! - Okay. Just... just stay back.

Stay back, ma'am.

Seatbelt bruising. It doesn't look good.

I hear bowel sounds in the chest.

Could have a ruptured diaphragm.

- I need to get in there and have a look. - Ruptured what?!

- Just stay back, please. - He has another lung, only one brain.

I need a C.T.

Okay, extreme soft-tissue damage and massive bone loss in here.

Nate, can you feel this at all?

Yeah, I can feel it.

Good. That is good. All right.

And I'm getting a thready pulse on this side.

Just don't... my...

Nate?

He's out.

- Let's intubate him. - What?

His left pupil's dilated.

Might be an epidural hematoma. I need him in the O.R. now.

If we don't move fast, he's gonna lose his feet.

Well, if he's brain-dead, it doesn't matter.

Brain-dead?!

Somebody, please tell me what's happening!

Mr. Stewart might has bleeding on the brain.

He's gonna need surgery right now. Get her out of here.

Oh, my god. We got to call Tawni.

Let's go.

Tissue intact, no herniation.

How long have you had your implants?

Three years. Do they seem lopsided to you?

Um...

No, perfectly symmetrical.

Whoever did these did a good job.

What about the pain?

I think that's muscular.

Oh, you're a personal trainer.

I'd blame it on the chest presses.

How many of those do you do in a day?

As many as it takes.

- That's what I tell my clients, anyway. - Mm-hmm.

"Temporary pain for permanent gain."

Well, you've got the right attitude.

You go ahead and get dressed.

They're just not right.

Um...

If I wanted them out...?

Well, uh...

Women have implants removed all the time.

It's hard, I bet.

Not at all. It's an outpatient procedure.

We just slice around the original scar,

expose the implants, pull them out... nothing to it.

Great, then I think I want them out.

But there's no medical reason to have them removed,

so it's cosmetic, which means...

How much?

About $6,000.

Ouch.

- Now, that hurts. - Right.

So, you go home. You think about it.

You know where to find me.

Did you call his manager... Roy?

No. I haven't. No.

These are the basics, Nora.

Sorry. I-I completely forgot I have to issue a statement.

Did he have his lucky helmet?

Yes. He did, sweetie. I promise.

Then how did this happen?