Saving Hope

Hey! Ian!

Ian, what are you doing!

Ian! Hey!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa!

Ian... stop.

Ian, what are you doing, man?

What are you... whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you doing? Are you okay?

Let's go.

Hey, stop, please. Jeez.

All right, you okay?

What are you thinking?

All right, let's, um...

Let's get you off your feet.

Don't want anymore damage to that ankle, right?

Got that, buddy? Got that?

Hurts like heck.

Add 5 milligrams of morphine, Jackson.

Thank you. Thank you.

So you have no memory whatsoever

wandering into traffic like that?

Mnh-mnh. I must've been groggy from the surgery.

I'm just amazed you weren't hit by a car out there.

0.3 percent of patients are injured while in hospital.

Yeah. Ian's an actuary, by the way.

Uh, you work in insurance?

Uh, I calculate odds for a living,

mostly for insurance companies.

Oh, you mean like how long people live if they smoke?

Stuff like that?

Sure.

Being an actuary's kind of like being a cross between

an undertaker and a booker.

Ooh! Okay, you have really cracked this plate

that I put in your ankle here.

This may hurt a little bit.

- Thank you, Jackson. - Uh, go ahead.

Ask me anything. I'll tell you how likely

it is it'll happen to you.

Getting bit by a snake.

More people are killed by lightning.

I wouldn't worry about it.

- I like this guy. - He's good.

Ask me something else.

Odds of getting back together with your ex-girlfriend.

Why would you even ask...

How would you describe your sexual chemistry?

Why are you asking me the question?

It's his question.

How would you describe their sexual chemistry?

Eh, it's hot.

Jackson!

Hey...

Alex?

You okay?

Fine.

Are you having a panic attack?

No, I just... I need to, uh,

I just need to sit here for a second.

Your pulse feels like a rat trapped in a wall.

A rat just needs a bagel.

No, you're in A-fib, Alex.

What?

You're in sinus rhythm.

It's normal.

Good, then we're done.

Not so fast.

It sounds to me

Like you've had an episode of atrial fibrillation.

Which can be anything.

Or it can lead to a stroke, hypotension, or cardiac arrest.

I think I'd know if I had a heart arrhythmia, Dawn.

Clearly not. Coffee?

- Two or three cups a day. - Alex...

- Okay, four. - So eight?

Mm, you gotta double it. Everyone lies.

Alcohol?

Glass of wine after work. Maybe two.

Lately two.

Coffee could be a factor.

Undo your top two buttons.

I had a dream about this once.

- Too soon. - Agreed.

Okay.

Okay, I'm going to fit you with a heart monitor.

Now it's wireless.

You need to wear it for 48 hours,

and your E.C.G. is gonna be beamed directly to me.

And we're gonna figure out what this is, okay?

Oh, and Charlie, there's something that

I need to talk to you about.

Can I work with this thing on?

I don't know. Can you?

Whoa.

Charlie did get the better of you, huh?

I wouldn't say got the better of me.

Where I come from it's called a sucker punch.

Yeah, we're all just a little surprised

you didn't know self-defense.

I do know self-defense, as a matter of fact.

There's a little thing

I like to call restraint, Dr. Miller.

Why? What are people saying about me?

Oh, nothing really. Just kind of, you know...

can't believe that you lost the fight.

I didn't lose the fight.

That's not what happened.

Oh, well, well-well, what did happen?

If you must know, Alex walked in

before I got a chance to take a shot at the guy.

See, that's exactly what I heard...

That Charlie caught you guys making out.

He did not catch us making out.

- Mm, caught you guys in bed together. - He didn't catch us in bed together.

- Where did you get that from? - That's new information.

Did you see how I just easily took that from you?

Zach, do you want me to hit you right now?

'Cause I'm feeling the temptation grow.

You seem upset.

I feel inconvenienced.

You wish you'd hit him back?

- I do wish I'd hit him back, yeah. - I know.

Conflict resolution?

Well, when one doctor hits another doctor, Charlie,

that's what we do.

Uh, well, I hit him as a private citizen,

so we don't have to do this.

But you hit him in the hospital,

in the face.

I'm not going to anger management, Dawn.

Conflict resolution.

Whatever it's called, I'm not doing it.

Well, then, I'm not gonna let you operate.

What?

Till Gavin signs this form certifying that

you have gone to conflict resolution,

I'm not letting you work.

That is ridiculous.

I can't take the risk of the surgical department

getting sued because you decide

that you're gonna clock a patient.

I'm not gonna hit a patient, Dawn. You know that.

Don't make me do this.

You're doin' it.

It's probably just a stress-induced arrhythmia.

Yowch. Who hooked you up to the homing device?

- Dawn. - Double yowch.

- Well, at least she's not benching you. - No, I guess.

- Not to add more stress to your day, but... - What?

Old friend is here to see you.

Buenos días, Dr. Reid.

Randall, where have you been?

México.

Oh!

Para usted.

Do not eat the worm.

Give you visions.

Mescal. My favorite. Thank you.

You know, I had a premonition I'd see you here today.

I work here. That's not exactly a premonition.

So what can we do for you today?

Your favorite psychic appears to have a hernia.

Okay, let's get him into imaging.

Yeah, but he has pancreatic cancer and he's jaundiced.

It's mostly tan.

It's jaundice.

I'm worried the tumor's obstructing the bile duct,

which we also have to deal with.

We need an M.R.I. for the bile duct.

Yeah, that's the problem.

- What are you doin'? - You'll see.

Eh, not today.

She, uh, she has an arrhythmia.

What? That sounds bad.

It does but this is gonna put a smile on your face.

You're sure this is cool, right?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay, pull that up.

Ready?

What?

Whoa. Huh?

Magnets?

- See? - Okay, you have magnets in your stomach.

Problem?

If we put you in an M.R.I.,

the magnetic forces are gonna collide and...

And basically rip him in two.

I'm back.

You wanna tell me who put these magnets inside you, Randall?

Sure.

Doctors Rubio Cortestiza y Guzman.

I did some, uh, alternative therapy

with them at their clinic in Tijuana.

See, the magnets interact with the nanoparticles,

reducing the size of the cancer tumors.

That's unbelievable.

I know, but it sounds crazy.

That's because it is crazy.

Those border clinics are clip joints, Randall.