Saving Hope

Ow.

Question is... what happened to your parry cut?

My hand's cramping.

Okay. Let me take a look.

No. No, don't make this about me.

Please just tell me... tell me what's going on with you.

- Nothing. - You're so intense,

and the whole point of fencing

is to relax before your big surgery.

I'm completely relaxed.

You just said you were excited.

- En garde! - Shahir!

Talk to me.

Alex, have you ever been in love, hmm?

Where it's hopeless, impossible even?

Shahir, nothing's hopeless.

He's married, and he's straight.

Okay.

So, you have a crush on someone...

This isn't some crush. I've never felt this way.

You know, I can't eat. I can't sleep.

I can't even breathe. It's awful.

Yeah.

That's love.

Okay, so, what do I do about it?

I wish I knew.

Charlie, just imagine...

you and me having a baby.

Dawn, we just started...

Hooking up.

I know that's what it is. I...

I'm not asking you to commit to me in any way. I just...

Want me to impregnate you?

Well, you make it sound so clinical.

Oh, I'm making it sound clinical?

I'm not asking you to co-parent.

Uh, did you ever think that maybe I'd want to co-parent?

You would be a great dad.

And I know that I would be a good mom.

Now is the time for you to agree with me.

- What do you want me to do, Dawn? - Just...

you know, I want you to do what you've been doing.

And... go see Dr. Katz.

What?!

What? I can't leave anything to chance.

Dawn, I'm gonna need a little time to think about this.

Absolutely.

I made you an appointment for 11:00.

Hey, did you think,

uh, Verlander's lost velocity on his fastball?

He's pitching like he has.

Why, is he on your fantasy ball team?

Yeah. He cost me half my payroll,

and you and Reycraft still got all the good players.

My advice is dump his ass. So, what do we got?

Guy was texting and walked in front of a streetcar.

He's got a shattered pelvis,

severed left leg, massive internal bleeding.

And that would be...?

The least of his problems.

Come on.

Okay, this is getting way out of hand, sister.

- What? - Every time I look at you, you're suturing.

I'm practicing.

Which means Shahir asked you

to assist on his omentum surgery,

which means you're gonna put in a good word for me.

Nope.

Harsh.

He asked Reycraft.

The surgery is so experimental,

Dawn insisted it needed a staff surgeon.

Well, that sucks.

At least I didn't find you sexy-skyping with Joel again.

New Zealand's a 16-hour time difference,

and it was just regular skyping.

Mm-hmm. In a slinky negligee?

In my room, which is private... roomie.

You know, I might have some skirts you could hem.

Go.

Any medications?

- Statin. It's for high cholesterol. - Statin's okay.

Have you ever been under a general anesthetic?

Yes, and no complications.

I think that's enough questions, yeah?

Oh, he's just going through the checklist, sir...

which, legend has it, you wrote.

Great to see you, Thomas.

Hey. Now get this appendix

the hell out of me before it blows.

All right. Let me have a feel.

Okay.

Oh, god.

Sam taught me first year.

The reason I became a surgeon.

Well, I don't know about that.

Well, it's a pleasure, Dr. Campbell.

All right, if we're done, I'm dying here.

Let's 'scope this sucker.

Uh, you know what?

I'm afraid I can't go in laparoscopically.

Damn. It's the scarring, right?

Well, you know what? It's like you always say...

it takes a knife to save a life.

Student becomes the teacher.

I'll see you in there, okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Give me that.

You were lucky to have had a mentor.

Yeah. But I did a lousy job of keeping up.

Ah, never too late, my friend.

Scissors. Thank you.

- Good cut. - Thank you.

Yeah, before I did my general rotation with Sam,

I thought I'd be a G.P.

Okay.

Suture this base.

4-0 suture?

No. 3.

Forceps.

Yeah, so, uh... so, what happened?

Ah, well, first day of rounds,

he's trash-talking G.P.s,

saying that a real doctor uses a scalpel...

- Yeah. - Not a rectal thermometer.

Ah.

I'm kind of scrappy, so I say,

"hey, I'd be proud to be a G.P."

Next thing I know, he hauls me into the O.R.

and has me cut into a kid and retrieve a bullet.

First day?

- Mm. First day. - Wow.

Yeah, love it. Love it.

Okay.

My god.

Why is he bleeding?

It's not his blood.

You cut me.

I'm really sorry.

It's just that your... your hand moved and...

Geez. Whoa. My hand moved?

You're not laying this on me.

Listen, I know it's my fault.

You're damn right it's your fault!

But please-please don't report this.

Rian, that needle went through him, and it punctured me.

- We both got to get tested. - I understand that.

What I'm saying... it's one mistake.

Well, it has consequences, doctor.

I need you to understand this is a new and unproven therapy.

There's not even a protocol for it.

I-I get it.

You're the Stockhausen of brain surgery.

Maria, it's hot.

A fearless renegade, ahead of his time.

Although I-I prefer Mozart.

Not that I'm comparing myself to either genius.

Yeah, well, we're-we're desperate.

Anything's better than living like this.

We... we should be traveling the world.

Bali?

Did we go to Bali?

Five years ago, Kuta Beach.

And now we're looking for apartments in assisted living.

Kuta Beach?

Mm-hmm.

She turns 42 next week.

She's still the only one that can make me laugh.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Well, as we've discussed,

omentum transplantation is a radical development.

So was the early-onset Alzheimer's.

I've seen it as young as 28.

Not that that's any comfort.

But if the surgery is a success, you'll see improvement.

I can't even let myself go there.

I understand.

I used to know the names of all the flowers.

Ah. That's a... that's a Lily.

It's like the word is hiding

behind a locked door.

I know he's my husband,

but I don't even know his name.

It's... it's Malcolm. Maria.

Malcolm.

Is it possible that, under this smiley face,

- I'm actually a bad person? - You're back.

Again.

Nobody sutures better than Alex,

but today she got passed over for this big surgery,

and maybe I felt just a little tiny bit...

happy about it.

I'm a horrible friend, aren't I?

- Maggie... - This is doctor/patient privilege, right?

No, because you're not my patient.

I know, but Gavin used to let me come in here...

- and I'm not your boyfriend. - Duh.

And just so you know, I'm celibate.

- Alex, you're up. - What's going on?