Heartbeat

Welcome to Flight 126 non-stop to Washington, D.C.

We will be celebrating 75 years in the air by featuring

uniforms from past decades.

Hi, I think you're in my seat.

No. This is my seat.

Not according to my ticket.

I'm trying to be nice here.

I'm giving a speech in a few hours

my feet are killing me, and I'd like to sit down.

All that salt will kill you, and get out of my seat.

A little help here?

- - Facing failure.

- -

Working tirelessly to make...

Risk and failure is at the core of who I am as a...

Are you kidding me?

Okay, my friend, we need to talk.

Could you not... I'm trying to...

I have to speak in front of a lot of people.

Okay?

The fear of failure holds us back...

Kid, I'm a doctor.

I have a shot in my purse.

A big one with a really long needle.

What would you do if you knew you could not fail?

We need a doctor in the first-class cabin.

Immediately.

Is there a doctor on the plane?

- - How long have you had a cough?

- Two weeks. - His veins are distended.

- What's going on here? - I'm a cardio-thoracic surgeon.

- Do we need to land? - Hell no!

I have a speaking engagement.

You need to get me your medical kit

and any other supplies you have.

He has fluid building up around his heart.

I'm gonna have to drain it.

I'm gonna save your ass even though you took my seat,

without getting my outfit dirty.

I don't have a change of clothes, you see?

Don't worry, I've done this bunches of times, okay?

Okay, Glasses, get a trash bag, and tell all the passengers

to throw any meds they have in it.

Red, I need a vodka neat to sterilize my hands.

Come on! And, uh...

Spray Tan, I need something resembling a long needle.

Okay, first class, who has a Black Card?

- Chopsticks, thank you. - Hey.

I need something to cut him open with.

It's titanium. Wow.

She was the first woman

to train in cardio-thoracic surgery

at Loyola University Medical Center,

the first woman to complete

a heart transplant fellowship.

Okay, napkins.

She recently became the Chief Innovations Officer

at St. Matthew's Research Medical Center

in Los Angeles, California.

And it is my distinguished honor to introduce

Dr. Alexandra Panttiere.

Cartman, once I'd like to go to work drool-free.

Yo!

Hey, guys, your dad's here!

If you want a ride to school, you got to move!

You look like a million bucks...

Of which I could really use 250 of it.

That '61 Impala's an expensive date.

I have to talk to my hedge fund boyfriends

from New York today.

- Part of the new gig? - Corporate enough?

Sure, if you're hanging from a stripper pole.

All right, put a jacket on over the dress,

wear a belt... black leather...

and, uh, those pearls that your grandmother gave you.

I'm just gonna throw a coat over it.

Alex, hey! Oh, dude.

Do you mind if I attack your ex real quick?

Post-surgical manic energy!

Okay, don't throw me in the air, Pierce.

- Okay, go. - 11-hour surgery.

Tumor resection at the head of the pancreas.

14-hour left lobe hepatectomy

with involvement of the vena cava.

And guess who came into my OR last night.

Dr. Shane.

Jesse?

When did Jesse start working at the hospital?

Last week. He's the new head of surgery.

I haven't bumped into him yet.

At Harvard, this guy's lectures were, uh,

standing room only, and I think my girlfriend

used to have a crush on him.

Like every intern.

- Hey, Mom. - Guys, hey.

Hey, Dad. Hey, Pierce.

- Deal with it. - Morning, Mom.

- Yes! - Okay, I'm a memory.

Make your lunches!

Have a good day at school, and I love...

all of you.

I didn't have the heart to tell her it was Saturday.

I never did.

Come on, dudes. Let's get ready.

Good morning, Freida. You look wonderful today.

Are they still following me?

Mrs. Rothberg had end-stage renal disease,

one of the worst cases of IgA nephropathy I've ever seen,

resulting in a complete shutdown of both her kidneys.

I didn't pee for a year.

And because this is St. Matthew's,

where you low-lifes are lucky to intern,

I was able to implant one of the first

artificial kidneys into Mrs. Rothberg.

The technology will blow your mind.

It's kicking the ass out of kidney disease,

and I'm kicking yours out of hospital.

- - You're free and clear to go

and stand in line to the women's bathroom

like the rest of us.

Thank you.

I'll miss you. Okay, let's go!

If you think you've come to St. Matthew's to specialize,

you are mistaken.

At this hospital, you'll be exposed to a buffet

of technology that touches every sub-speciality.

I have patients in neurology, ortho, pediatrics, pulmonary.

So be ready for anything and everything.

- Any word on Mrs. Agostini? -

Okay, we're gonna need a neurosurg consult on Mr. Parks.

We'll have to peel the neurogenic tumor

clean off his spine.

That's gonna be an epic whack.

And you tell those brain boys they're gonna have to let me

use the new duel-headed dissecting microscope.

Have you seen that thing?

Want some fries with that shake?

Get bent, Callahan.

I'm liking what I'm seeing, Panttiere.

- Did I scare you, Doctor? - Yes, one-eyed black man.

Sorry.

Let's pick this up tomorrow.

Oh, you're still there.

I need to talk to my boss...

Dr. Pain-In-My-Ass.

Go find someone else to worship.

Not you.

Marty.

You're my new sidekick.

Hang close, but I never want to know you're there.

Show up, shut up, and be beige.

Beni, darling, please don't run off.

Hey, buddy.

Alex.

Mrs. Agostini's family have decided

to donate her organs.

Holy... wow.

This is good news. Thank you, Millicent.

How did you convince them?

I'll arrange the donor papers.

I'll let my patient know.

Dr. Panttiere, please don't run in the hallways.

Okay?

This patient, Deana Monroe,

has familial cardiomyopathy

and advanced congestive heart failure.

She's 29.

Both her parents died of the same disease

before they turned 40.

I have to talk to her in private,

so go stand in front of the OR board

and learn how to sleep with your eyes open.

Hey, what's up?

Mr. Agostini was declared brain dead!

Shut up.

It's better. She was suffering.

You're not just saying that to make me feel better?

Her family's coming in to sign the donor papers.

Oh, my God! We have a that!

And you're be in D.C. with your students, Deana.

- Oh, my God. - I love you! Can we get stoned?

- No! -

It's real this time, right? My sister will get this one?