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He is not talking to me.

I am not not talking.

He is barely talking.

I was married,

a long time ago.

I told him but he seems to think I didn't tell him soon enough.

Well, that's... none of my business.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Oh, I thought we were saying hello.

We're not.

Kitten.

My name is Addison.

I thought we could have a drink. It's 9:00 a.m.

Well, I thought we could talk. Are you dying?

What? Do you have cancer, renal failure, a brain tumor?

Are you you dying? I came to see you.

Well, here I am. You saw me.

So now you're leaving?

You are.

I'm at the Carlyle.

Come on, Dr. Wilder.

It's not as bad as it looks. The cancer has spread

From your abdomen to your liver to your lungs,

and you've kept your optimism.

My colon's good...

like a teenage vegetarian.

Neil?

All my tests are perfect.

The baby looks good.

And Dr. Montgomery assures me it's a girl.

So you better revise your list of names.

There's nothing wrong with a girl named Doug.

Besides, doctors are wrong all the time.

All right, Pete, you know what the blood has to tell you.

I need six weeks.

I need to be there. I need to hold our little girl.

Well, it's like I said, mind over matter.

Your attitude is great. There's nothing more I could ask for.

Well, I'm asking.

I'm asking for more. I know you can't save him,

but... I need you to tell me.

He's gonna be alive when she's born.

I need my little girl to have a father.

She has taken a lover.

A lovah.

And he's old? Good-lookin' old.

But from the way she looked at him,

I'd say he's not her lover anymore.

She never said anything about a guy.

I am not talking about it.

So, uh, everybody have a good weekend?

Well, I did... good weekend. It was very eventful.

Got married.

Uh, I know what you're gonna say.

Uh, it's... it's fast and... and crazy...

Whoa. Where'd you meet her?

I... I didn't. Uh... I married Heather.

I know what you want to say, but I know what I'm doing,

and... and she's cleaned up,

and... and Betsey's really happy, really happy.

So it's great. I had a... I had a great weekend.

Where is my son?

Evan Dawson. I'm his mother, Lynn Jarvey.

I'm sorry. I don't...

My son was kidnapped. You saw him.

You treated him here, and I think you know where he is.

Uh, yes, I did treat him...

A while ago,

and I don't...

It wasn't Evan, though. Is it maybe Porter?

He may have told you that, but that is my son.

His father kidnapped him, and I want him back.

Wow. Um, I'm sorry.

I hired a private investigator

who says you traced his insulin pump.

You called his pediatrician.

You knew he was kidnapped before he was hospitalized.

Mrs. Jarvey, let me assure you,

I treated your son, and then he left.

I don't know anything about a call.

I don't believe you.

You didn't believe your son either.

From what I remember, this boy told me

he was being abused by his stepfather.

I'm assuming that's your husband.

You may think that you're helping my son,

but you don't know me or my husband,

and I'm telling you, this did not happen.

I am his mother. I would know.

Evan is a 13-year-old boy with severe diabetes

who got an infection

because he was living in his father's car.

Who knows how they're living now?

Please, Dr. Freedman, if you know something...

I don't want my son to die.

I wish I could help. I'm sorry.

Damn it.

Problem?

My patient is dying.

His wife is due in six weeks, and he's running out of time.

Intra-abdominal sarcoma with liver and lung mets.

Well...

He has a few weeks at best.

What I thought.

Unless you want to try something new.

What, prayer? No.

Better. Me.

Okay, sacrilegious, maybe.

But I've been working on some new procedures

to inhibit tumor growth.

Maybe give your patient enough time to meet his baby.

Neil Delhom?

It's that bad? I just saw him and Margaret in the lobby.

It's that bad.

But I want to make it better.

I have read your protocols on tumor inhibitors.

They're not without side effects.

What kind of side effects are we talking about?

They run the gamut,

but bottom line is, your patient's dying.

I can give him a better quality of life than death.

Going somewhere?

Out.

You may not want to talk to me,

but I remember Evan Dawson from a year ago

when I covered for you. And?

And if you know where they are, turn them in.

I don't and I handled it. I gotta go.

Basically, I put a radio transmitter

into your liver

and use a probe to heat up the tumor

and blast the cancer cells. Margaret.

I know this is a lot to digest.

We spent two years trying to have this baby...

Hormones and needles and doctors telling us,

"that's all I can do."

now we're having the baby...

It's just not fair...

What's happening to Neil.

This... this c... this can help?

All our preliminary studies are excellent.

And you're recommending this?

I'm...

I'm concerned.

I... I want to throw everything that we can at this,

but I also want whatever time that you have to be... livable

for both of you.

Well, you asked for more time,

for your daughter to have a father.

Dr. Fife...

He's your only shot. I say take it.

It's cool. We're studying robotics.

Wow. That's big-time.

Uh, the pump looks good. It's clean.

You do have a slight fever, though, so I'm just gonna...

I'm gonna take a little blood. It might be an infection.

How you feeling otherwise?

A little tired, but mostly good.

You can have a taco on me. You want me to get lost?

Kinda, yeah.

You just... just give us a minute, bud.

So, um, this isn't just a house call.

No.

Uh, Lynn came to see me.

Does she know we're here? Does she know we're in L.A.?

I don't think so,

but she hired a private investigator.

She thinks I know something.

We have to leave. We have to Leave L.A.

I didn't say anything to her, and I won't.

You don't have to run on my account.

We're settled, you know? We're making a life.

Is she still with Ted? Yes.

How can a woman choose a man over her own son?

I don't... I...

So just be careful, Frank.

I'll let you know if anything comes back on these labs.

A marriage intervention?

That's why we're here? Is there even such a thing?

It's codependence, Pete.

Dell is facilitating her addiction

by taking her back every time she gets clean.

And there's a child at stake.

I still can't believe it. I mean, Dell is married.

Is he happy? I... I think he's in denial.

He married the mother of his child.

Couldn't that be a good thing?

Okay, I have a patient who actually needs some help.

Pete, will you...

Keep an eye on Dr. Fife?

He worries me. He worries me, too,

but I don't see any other options.

So are you in?

Oh, there he is. Hey, hey. Where were you? Hi.

What? Uh, nowhere. I was just, you know, doing a thing.

You ready to talk to Dell?

Oh, yeah, sure. No time like the present.

Don't tell me you're getting involved.