(water dripping)
(whimpers softly)
(shudders)
(straining)
(whistling)
(groans)
(whistling continues)
(muffled shouting)
(screaming): Help me, please!
(grunts)
Somebody help!
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom
♪ Bang, bang, bang, bang
♪ Boom, boom, boom, boom
♪ How, how, how, how
♪ Hey, hey
♪ You gotta come on.
(phone ringing)
NCIS. He--
(dial tone)
NCIS. He--
(dial tone)
(indistinct chatter)
Morning, Monica.
Good morning, sir.
Hey. Calvin. What...?
(both laughing)
Sorry to let myself in, but nobody was out front.
Yeah, no, no, my assistants not here.
Its not like her to be late. Yeah, well,
Monday mornings are rough for everyone, right?
Yeah. What are you doing here, Cal?
What do you mean?
Yeah. What are you doing here, Cal?
What do you mean?
Our appointments not until tomorrow.
I just couldnt wait that long to see Dwayne Pride
in a suit and tie. Yeah.
Almost makes me look respectable. Almost.
You dont need to stall, Doc.
Whatd you find out?
Actually, nothing.
I reviewed the diagnostics you sent me.
Cerebral angiogram was clear. Blood flow normal.
No structural abnormalities.
Bottom line, your brain is in perfect working order.
Exactly what my neurologist said.
You seem disappointed. Cause, you know, usually,
patients are happy when they find out theyre okay.
I just, uh...
I just want to know whats happening to me.
Ever since the shooting, Ive been seeing things.
Hallucinations?
Disconnected moments in time. Disjointed memories.
People who arent there.
Sometimes I can barely tell em apart from reality.
Have you been sleeping?
Couple hours every night, if Im lucky.
Most nights Im not.
Well, flashbacks, nightmares, sleeping disturbances,
its all textbook PTSD.
PTSD.
Also what my neurologist said.
Your body has healed,
but your minds still playing catch-up.
Youre gonna tell me I need therapy?
And youre gonna tell me you dont have time.
Which is why I am prescribing Alprazolam for the anxiety,
Zolpidem, for the sleepless nights,
and an SSRI cocktail just to help you push through.
You know Im not a fan of pharmaceuticals.
And also know that you are dangerously close
to a breaking point, Dwayne.
One way or another, somethings got to give.
Here.
Where you go from here, thats entirely up to you.
(phone ringing)
Hannah.
What?
Yeah, Im on my way.
Whats up?
They just found my assistant.
State police picked her up
wandering on the side of the road.
She was abducted by a single male suspect.
He held her captive.
Assault?
Shes pretty banged up.
Assault?
Shes pretty banged up.
Fortunately, the rape kit results were negative.
What else does she remember?
I dont know yet.
She said she wanted to talk to you first.
Hey.
Hi.
Ginny.
Special Agent Pride.
Im so sorry.
Sorry about what?
You did exactly what you were supposed to do, Ginny.
Survive. No.
I let my guard down.
Its not your fault.
I let my guard down.
Its not your fault.
Were gonna get the guy. I can promise you that.
But were gonna need your help.
I never saw his face.
Thats okay, just tell us what you do remember.
This is Agent Khoury.
Hannah.
Hi, Ginny.
I met up with a... couple of friends
after work on Friday.
We wanted to
hear some music, have some drinks.
Where?
Uh, the Bacchanal.
We were...
all dancing,
feeling great.
Then all of a sudden, I-I felt sick.
The room was spinning.
I-I only had one drink.
Suspect may have spiked it.
I know that I should have
kept an eye on my drink,
shouldnt have left alone.
I know the things that Im supposed to do.
Ginny, its okay.
I should have called a car.
I just felt so bad that I...
started walking.
I thought the fresh air would help.
In what direction
did you walk?
I dont know.
did you walk?
I dont know.
Next thing I remember is waking up in that house.
Hanging there, alone in the dark.
Tell us what you saw after you escaped.
There were, um,
houses everywhere.
But no one was there.
They were all abandoned.
Like a nightmare.
Did you see any street signs,
visual landmarks?
I cant remember.
Maybe if you take me out,
drive me around,
Ill see something I recognize.
We can go now.
No.
You need to stay here and let the doctors take care of you.
We can handle the rest right now.
I cant sit here
and do nothing.
Hes still out there. He could hurt somebody else.
You said that you needed my help.
I am willing to do whatever it takes.
Just like you, Special Agent Pride.
(cooing)
Pride?
Are you okay?
We need to...
We need to loop the team in,
and, uh...
we need to somehow
narrow down the search area
and find that house.
Okay, Ill coordinate with NOPD.
Okay.
Ginny.
If the docs sign off, were gonna get you discharged,
and you and I are gonna
break this case together.
Okay. Okay.
GREGORIO: 13 years after Katrina,
and there are still thousands of blighted houses
across the city.
Most of these communities look like ghost towns.
How are we supposed to find
one particular abandoned house without any description?
Police picked Ginny up deep in New Orleans East.
Even if she ran full stride for an hour,
theres no way shed travel that far.
I mean, maybe six to eight miles.
Cut that in half, there are still 200 abandoned houses
she could have escaped from.
(scoffs) Gonna take us days to check em all.
Perp be long gone by then.
Yeah.
I might have a faster way of finding him.
LASALLE: Were all ears.
So, the handcuffs that Ginny was wearing
were standard issue, just available at any
Army-Navy surplus store.
But I found blood traces on the chain link, not Ginnys.
Tell me you got a hit, Sebastian. Yeah.
This is Edward Lightell, drug dealer and professional scumbag.
Hes currently on parole for two counts
of second-degree sexual battery.
Ginny wasnt sexually assaulted.
Yeah, well, look at this creep. It was just a matter of time.
LASALLE: We get an address?
Yeah, a halfway house in Metairie.
But his P.O. says that
Lightells been missing for days.
However, I found his car at a city impound lot.
Get this. It was towed this morning from a street
in an abandoned part of New Orleans East.
Ill call Hannah.
Pride, we just cleared every house on the street
where Lightells car was parked; we got nothing.
Doesnt mean hes not
hiding here somewhere.
Okay, well expand our search grid,
keep going until we find something.
Any luck with Ginny?
Not yet.
But keep monitoring our position
in case that changes.
Copy that.
Feels like whole pieces of my memory are just gone.
Not gone, buried.
One of the ways our subconscious tries to protect us from trauma.
You got to... dig through it to get to the answers.
You say that like you know something about it.
Well, maybe a little.
So, what can I do to dig the pieces out?
Im still trying to figure that out for myself.
Oh, my God.
Ginny...
I remember that face.
What?
I was definitely here.
What?
I was definitely here.
All right, look,
take a deep breath.
Block out the noise.
Try to focus on everything you were seeing
and feeling in that moment.
Through there.
♪
I came through that window.
Somebody help!
Okay, Ginny,
listen to me, I want you to go
straight back to my car,
all right? I want you to
lock the doors, you understand me?
Ginny, you understand me?
Yes.
Okay, go, go.
(phone dials, line rings)
HANNAH (over phone): Pride, any news?
Yeah, we found it.
Southwest corner of Mitchum and Grant,
white house, balcony.
Copy that. Were on our way.
Im going in.
(sniffs)
(flies buzzing)
(coughs, gasps)
I see you found Edward Lightell.
At least whats left of him.
This is why I hate Halloween.
Its when all the freakiest stuff happens around here.
I cant stop thinking about how lucky Ginny was.
Yeah, well, if she hadnt escaped,
she mightve ended up gutted, too.
HANNAH: Wade thinks Lightells been dead
for at least 48 hours.
All right, well, that clears him of the kidnapping.
He was a victim, too, at least in this case.
Puts us back to square one on finding a suspect and a motive--
doesnt seem like sexual assault anymore.
Ritualistic mutilation really changes our profile.
You thinking serial killer?
Maybe, but theres no obvious pattern.
Ginny Young and Ed Lightell couldnt be more different.
HANNAH: So if we find a connection,
we may be able to anticipate the next target.
Yeah, might have something to do
with these markings that were painted on the, uh,
crime scene walls.
What are they?
crime scene walls.
What are they?
Theyre definitely West African in origin,
but theres at least a dozen ancient religions
with symbols like that.
How do you know that?
I studied anthropology in college for a hot minute.
I think our best bet is Vodun.
What?
Voodoo. Ugh.
It really is Halloween, isnt it?
Vodun is considerably more peaceful
than pop culture would have us to believe.
There is nothing peaceful about human sacrifice.
Yeah, well, if thats what happened here.
We need to consult a local practitioner.
Either of you know any?
Why is it that you never come to see me
for a cup of tea or to catch up?
Its only ever when you think a Voodoo cult
has brutally murdered a poor, unsuspecting
sailor or such.
So these are Voodoo markings?
No, not Voodoo, Dwayne, Santeria.
Well, they have a similar origin and belief system.
Santeria came to America from Cuba and Mexico.
Voodoo came from Haiti, and none of them condone murder.
Well, in this case, we have the killing
and desecration of a person,
and these markings suggest
a religious angle.
These are not the work of a true believer,
just some nut whos got his screws loose.
And you knew that before you came in here.
So why are you really here?
I was hoping that these
symbols would help
lead us to the suspect, thats all.
Appreciate your time, Zaire.
Well, not so fast, Dwayne.
Lets talk. Im fine.
Youre anything but fine.
I could feel it off you
the moment you walked in. Youve got trouble.
Seems like you inherited more than your grandmothers store.
You get her sixth sense, too?
Im just observant.
Big bag of pills, its never a good sign.
Been through a lot lately.
Doctors say its trauma.
Sure.
But theres more to it.
Youve experienced
something most people never even come close to.
Yeah, I was shot three times. Not that part.
You were on the other side.
I never said any...
Its written all over you, Dwayne.
And I can see that it feels like a burden.
Honestly?
Id just like to be able to
sleep without having visions. These drugs can help.
Maybe.
But...
if you brew this tea before bed,
I think itll do you better.
Itll stop the visions?
No, but itll make it easier to accept them.
Thank you.
He said in a placating tone. Just try it, Dwayne.
Yeah, maybe, Zaire, maybe.
Okay.
Oh, and tell your brother,
Jimmy, to come in. I got something for him.
How do you know that...
Oh stop it, Dwayne.
How do you know that...
Oh stop it, Dwayne.
I am not psychic.
He came in the other day,
introduced himself.
Needed something for his migraines.
(wings flapping)
(cooing)
♪
Autopsy already done, Doc? Ah.
Our killer did most of the heavy lifting.
Emptied the chest cavity; saved me some time.
Emptied it?
Like scooped everything out?
All Mr. Lightells vital organs were removed.
Heart, liver, kidneys, lungs.
But this was no butcher job; the parts were harvested.
Harvested?
I know it may not look like it,
but all of the vessels were ligated with precision,
ensuring that the organs
remained intact.
Whoever did this has advanced medical training.
Not some psychopath just running around
chopping folks up for fun.
Especially when you consider that both Ginny Young
and Ed Lightell had high doses
of ketamine in their system.
Horse tranquilizer.
Not only that,
Lightells toxicology revealed traces
of physostigma venenosum,
known as the Calabar bean.
Never heard of it.
Its rare.
Its indigenous to Southeastern Nigeria.
Im guessing poisonous.
Extremely,
but in lower doses,
it acts as a paralytic.
Are you saying someone
took out his organs while he was still alive?
It would appear so.
You said these Calabar beans are rare.
Especially in the States.
Well, if we find out how the killer got them,
maybe we can find him.
So there are three Nigerian nurseries
that export Calabar all around the world.
But since its categorized as a poisonous plant,
FDA regulates importation to the States.
Whos licensed to receive it?
Pharmaceutical and biomedical research labs.
Customs has cleared four shipments
to the New Orleans area in the last 12 months.
Yeah, one of them went to a medical research facility
that shut down three years ago.
New Orleans Institute of Health.
GREGORIO: Courier says the package
was signed for by an Ignacio Marquez.
What do we know about him?
Only that he immigrated here
from Cuba last March and that he never worked
for the New Orleans Institute of Health.
Okay, call Lasalle,
tell him to meet us at that research facility.
(car alarm chirps)
I checked the perimeter. No sign of movement.
Entergy says the powers been cut off to the whole building.
Hmm? Wait, youre telling me I have to go
into Draculas castle in the dark?
You want me to hold your little hand?
You touch me, Sebastian, Ill shoot you.
Come on.
This place is huge.
Lets split up. Teams of two.
Sebastian, youre with me.
(clattering nearby)
You all right?
No! Were in the creepiest building in the world
searching for a freak who likes
to cut people up. Do I look all right?
Come on.
(whistling in distance)
(whistling continues)
NCIS!
Dont move!
Get your hands up. Turn around.
Drop it.
Go!
Call for backup!
NCIS! Stop!
Marquez! On your knees.
Dont do it!
Stop!
(groans)
Go, go check on Sebastian, go.
Sebastian.
Paramedics are on the way, but its too late.
I cant find a pulse.
You sure?
Yeah, Im positive.
(moaning)
LASALLE: The vic on the table, Daniel York,
is an accountant at St. Tammany Parish.
Reported missing four days ago.
Yeah, and he was dead. I was sure of it.
According to Doc Wade, he was dosed heavily
with Calabar beans. It slowed Yorks pulse.
Mine almost stopped when he sat up.
Gregorios, too. (sighs)
Think shes pissed at me?
"Pissed" would be an understatement, Sebastian.
But the good news is,
Yorks out of surgery and expected to survive.
Yeah, well, the bad news is our suspect got away,
he could grab somebody else.
We need to figure out his pattern
and stop him before he does.
We got an accountant
from St. Tammany,
Prides assistant Ginny
and sexual predator Lightell
all abducted by Ignacio Marquez. Why?
Other than he likes to play real-life Operation?
Actually, Marquez is a doctor.
U.S. embassy in Havana gave me a full background on our suspect.
Resident at the Hospital de Curación
in Santiago, that is, until he was fired
for performing unnecessary procedures on mental patients.
Oh, okay, so hes legit crazy.
Spoke to a
santero from a local Santeria house
where Marquez was a member.
Got banned for being too extreme.
Extreme how?
Organizing animal sacrifice.
He wanted to be part of this blood ritual,
showed up with a gallon of human blood to the service,
was forcibly removed.
Man, thats creepy, even for New Orleans.
Yeah, but there is a method to his madness.
Those Calabar beans he purchased were not cheap.
And that medical equipment hes using is top of the line, too.
This guys flush with cash. Whered he get it?
Well, not from practicing medicine.
Works nights as a janitor.
For a company that specializes in disposing of medical waste.
Well, that gives him access to hospitals,
research labs, universities.
GREGORIO: And transplant facilities.
Big business in black market organs.
LASALLE: Yeah, but transplants are regulated
by UNOS.
But tissue recovery for medical research is not.
If the organs are
no longer viable,
they can be legally donated or sold.
Well, that could explain how Marquez is making his money.
Research labs will pay
big bucks for human parts.
Am I the only one completely disturbed by that statement?
LASALLE: Well, its not about religion
for Marquez, its about greed.
Okay, Im happy to moderate this debate,
but after we catch him.
Ah, good timing, Dwayne.
Hannah will be here any moment for my findings
on Lightells autopsy.
But thats not why youre here.
Why else would I be here?
Oh, I imagine youre about to tell me.
You remember Akia Dupre?
Owned the spiritualist shop next to the Trutone?
Died last year.
Granddaughter Zaire
is running the place now.
Shes turned it into a cafe.
She gave me some...
...special tea.
Want me to tell you whats in it?
If its not too much trouble.
Not at all.
Tell me the rest. Lets skip the denials.
Im still experiencing things I cant explain.
Yes, you went to the doctor. What did Calvin say?
That there was nothing wrong with me.
At least not physical.
He prescribed some pills to help deal with the rest.
Doesnt he know how you feel about pharmaceuticals?
You know Im not gonna take them, but...
I need to sleep, Loretta.
And the teas supposed to help?
Yeah. But not by covering up the symptoms.
Zaire says itll help me
accept whats happening.
I may be a doctor,
but I know firsthand
that science doesnt always have the answer.
Sometimes the only way to find
what you seek is to travel the alternate path.
(door opens)
Sorry.
Am I interrupting?
No. The shows just about to start.
Its a skin sample of Edward Lightells abdomen.
And while examining it, I found this puncture wound.
Looks like an injection site.
Well, based on location, Id say more likely
a percutaneous liver biopsy.
Why is that significant?
Because I confirmed the presence of similar puncture wounds
in both Daniel York and Ginny.
And thats not the only thing they have in common.
All three of them, blood type O negative.
Marquez has been searching for a specific liver.
Thats why he keeps his victims alive
while hes trying to find it.
WADE: He needs the liver
to stay viable because he needs it for a live transplant.
Marquez works for a medical waste company.
Cane Transplant Center is one of their biggest clients.
And one of the only facilities in the city
that would have a need for a viable human liver.
Worth paying them a visit.
Ill have Gregorio meet me there.
Youre not gonna go with her?
No, shes got it handled.
I think Im gonna check on Ginny.
If Marquez still hasnt found
what hes looking for,
Ginny could still be in danger.
Thank you. Hey.
Hey.
Nurse says Marquez picks up the medical waste two nights a week.
No contact with staff.
Well, someone here
No contact with staff.
Well, someone here
has to know him.
And that someone would be me.
I heard you ladies were asking about Ignacio?
Federal agents, actually.
Im Special Agent Khoury.
This is Special Agent Gregorio.
Anything you can tell us would be helpful.
Not much to tell.
Uh, we shoot the breeze. Were both big soccer fans.
He, uh, seems like a decent guy.
Whens the last time he was here?
I dont know. Maybe a week ago?
Sorry-- what did he do?
DR. FRANCIS: Brent, can we finish these
post-op reports so I can get out of here?
Susan, these guys are federal agents.
Theyre asking about Ignacio.
Oh, yeah. Nice guy.
He do something?
DR. STOKELY: Susan and I are fellows,
which means we get all the paperwork.
And are the only other ones here
late at night when Ignacio comes by.
But tonight might be an exception if we can wrap it up.
HANNAH: Oh, we wont keep you long, maybe we can
just grab a coffee and...
Fellows dont drink coffee.
At least, not my fellows.
Thank you, doctors, youre relieved.
Im Vincent Welles,
chief of surgery. The nurses told me you had some questions.
We do.
Unfortunately, I cant answer them,
as Im sure youre aware of HIPAA laws.
Nobodys asking you to violate confidentiality, Doctor.
Why dont you at least hear the questions
before you stonewall us?
Because my next 18 hours are booked
with back-to-back surgeries.
You know, life-and-death stuff.
One of your vendors is responsible
for multiple abductions
and at least one violent murder.
Also life-and-death stuff.
Ignacio Marquez might be trying to sell donor livers
to one of your patients.
Thats absurd.
The allocation and distribution
of human organs
is the most regulated area of health care.
And yet, people are still paying
up to 150 grand for a single black market liver.
Even if one of our patients did secure a liver illegally,
I would never allow it to be transplanted in my clinic.
I respect your conviction, Doctor,
but theres a dangerous man on the loose,
and something in your records may help us find him.
The only way youre seeing those records is with a court order.
Oh, well, good thing I stopped
on the way, to get one.
LASALLE: Thanks for the update, Sergeant.
We got BOLOs out at a dozen jurisdictions
and still no sign of Marquez.
Well, I just scoured the Cane Transplant database.
I think I figured out how Marquez
has been identifying his victims.
So Ginny, Lightell and York
were all registered as possible organ donors.
All their personal information
is listed here for Marquez to see.
Well, he was an outside contractor.
How did he get access to the database?
It could be somebody on the inside.
Ill run background on all the employees
who had access to the files.
Ill also review Canes security footage,
see who had contact with our suspect.
All right, Ill cross-reference the patients
waiting for a transplant.
One of them may have been trying to jump their place in line.
Chris, there are at least a dozen names on here
that have similar donor characteristics to our victims.
Ill have the marshals put them in protective custody.
Until we find Marquez, none of them are safe.
(doorbell rings)
Ginny, its Dwayne.
I come bearing lunch.
(doorbell rings)
Ginny?
(cooing)
(knocks on door)
(panting): Ginny.
All right. Wake up. Ginny.
Hey. You need to stay awake, all right?
Wake up. Ginnny, we need to get out of here.
Ginny.
What...?
(grunts) No, no.
Stay right there.
No... no, Ginny.
Stay right there.
No... no, Ginny.
Now how do you feel?
Like Ive been run over by a streetcar, twice.
Well, the naloxone should counteract the effects
of whatever he injected you with.
But itll take a little time to work.
Marquez took Ginny in broad daylight.
Hes reckless and desperate,
and knows were after him. We are all out of time.
No, Hannah and the team are doing
whatever they can to locate him.
I just... should have known this was gonna happen.
He got the drop on you, Dwayne.
No.
He got the drop on you, Dwayne.
No.
Before that. I saw the signs.
The rock doves.
I-I just didnt understand what they meant.
Could you give us a moment, please?
Yes, maam.
So what is it that you didnt understand?
It was a warning.
That Ginny was in trouble.
Because of some doves?
When you say it like that, it makes me sound like...
No, youre a lot of things, Dwayne Pride,
but crazy isnt one of them.
Its called intuition.
Years of experience on the job.
A sixth sense. No.
No. This was something else.
(phone ringing)
Hannah, please tell me you found Ginny.
No, not yet, but a neighbor did see Marquez loading her
into a black Toyota.
We got three agencies assisting with the manhunt.
Well, he came after Ginny twice.
She must have the liver that he needs.
Yeah, and whoever he needs it for
probably cant wait much longer.
We need to track down every doctor in this area
who has the training required to perform the transplant.
Well, I would ask Dr. Welles for a list, but after
our last conversation, I doubt hed cooperate.
Well, Im not gonna give him a choice.
Ill drive.
Im fine, Loretta.
Im fine, Im fi...
Dwayne.
Give me your keys, Dwayne.
If youre nice, maybe Ill let you pick the music.
Hey. Check this out.
Ive gone through 500 patients files, and only one of them
was incomplete: Skylar Samms.
Well, whats missing?
We got an address,
Well, whats missing?
We got an address,
phone number, fake social,
but no photo, medical history or insurance records.
You run the address?
Defunct auto parts store in Lakeview.
I even checked with the DMV.
Theres no records of her at all.
Huh.
Well, it sounds like Skylar Samms is an alias.
I do have a surgeons reference: Vincent Welles.
He ordered a full battery of pre-op diagnostics a week ago.
I dont get it.
Why would the chief of surgery want to conceal
his patients identity?
Because he doesnt want anybody to know hes implanting
a black market liver.
(sighs)
We want to find Ginny Young, we need to identify Skylar Samms.
Im open to suggestions.
What was the date and time of her last pre-op test?
Tuesday, 4:30 a.m.
When nobody else was around.
Yeah,
When nobody else was around.
Yeah,
except the all-seeing eye
in the sky.
There she is.
Say hello to Skylar Samms.
I know that girl.
Excuse me. Federal agent.
We need to speak with Dr. Welles right away.
Im sorry. Hes already left for the evening.
Are you sure? Can you check again?
I saw him walk out a few hours ago, but...
Thats strange.
Key card log says hes still in the building.
(phone ringing)
What do you got?
HANNAH (over phone): The name of the patient
waiting for Ginnys liver is Dr. Susan Francis.
Doctor?
Yeah. Tammy and I met her.
Shes a fellow at the transplant center.
Francis got a donor liver a few years back,
but had complications.
So she hired Marquez to find a new one?
The other fellow,
Brent Stokely, created a false patient profile.
The two have been dating since med school.
What about Welles?
Why would he risk everything to help them?
Im not sure that he is helping them.
At least, not by choice.
Theres a good chance Welless signature was forged
on Franciss pre-op orders.
Can Stokely do the surgery by himself?
According to the experts I spoke to, no.
All right, I think the operation is happening right here and now.
Send backup.
Okay.
Excuse me. You need to take us to the operating rooms.
Right now.
I cant. Im-Im not authorized.
Listen...
Dwayne. This way.
Listen...
Dwayne. This way.
Dwayne, over here.
PRIDE: Theyre operating on Susan and Ginny.
Stay here.
Welles, Stokely,
you stop what youre doing right now.
I cant.
Hes forcing me.
Loretta.
(quietly): Oh, God.
Stokely, step away from Ginny
and put down the scalpel.
Or what? Youll shoot?
If my hand slips even the slightest bit,
Ill nick the abdominal aorta
and the patient will bleed out in 60 seconds.
Hes right, Dwayne.
Now hang tight while I save Susan,
or they both die.
(monitor beeping)
PRIDE: Ginny doesnt deserve this, Stokely.
Whatever you think can be gained here, youre wrong.
Dont let anyone else get hurt.
Keep quiet. Im trying to concentrate.
Brent, this is insane.
If you had helped her from the beginning,
none of this would be happening.
I tried.
You made one phone call. Thats all.
UNOS denied her status. What more could I have done?
They shouldnt get to decide who lives and dies.
Isnt that what youre doing? Choosing one life over another?
DR. STOKELY: Susan is a brilliant doctor.
Her survival will benefit hundreds of patients.
Not this way it wont.
Her medical career is over.
And so is yours.
Either way, she lives.
Its a price Im willing to pay.
Now back off.
(monitor beeping rapidly)
Susans heart rates dropping.
Shes crashing.
What did you do to her?
(monitor flatlining)
Her body was too weak, Brent.
Im so sorry.
Get out of my way. Susan?
Shes gone.
No! Ah!
WADE: You okay?
Yeah. DR. WELLES: Ginnys crashing.
Hes already bisected the portal vein.
NURSE: Doctor, your arm.
Ill be fine.
Keep the lap pads coming.
Prep for a lateral venorrhaphy. Its our only chance.
Shes bleeding out, Doctor.
DR. WELLES: Come on, Ginny.
Hang on, hang on.
Were losing her.
(echoing): Were losing her.
Knock, knock.
(laughs softly)
Special Agent Pride.
Weve faced death together at least twice.
Think you can call me Dwayne now.
Heard you took a victory lap around the floor.
Two, actually.
(laughs softly)
Ill be back to work in no time.
Hey, the last thing you need to do
is push yourself too hard.
I speak from experience.
How can I ever repay what you did for me?
By getting better.
And putting all of this behind you.
You make that sound easy.
Well, God knows it isnt.
But Im learning theres no reason to look back
unless youre planning on going that way.
I promise you, I have no intention of doing that.
Me, neither.
Lemongrass, pomegranate flowers
and goji berries.
Its all natural, no magic.
I had it analyzed.
Good work, Detective.
But Im pretty sure you missed the point.
You want me to abandon all logic...
I want you to accept that some mysteries
are not meant to be solved.
Thats just not easy for someone like me.
Even more reason to take a leap of faith.
Trust that the universe will provide
everything that you need.
And what you need the most right now...
...is to get some rest.
(laughs softly)
Dwayne, Dwayne, Dwayne.
SEBASTIAN: Hannah, will you tell her
that shes got to put the ears on, please?
(laughs) Wow.
I thought you hated Halloween.
Shes had a bit of a change of heart.
I did not. I still hate it.
Well, why are you going out with me, then?
Because I owe you, for scaring the living crap out of me
at that abandoned lab, and because
paybacks a bitch, right?
I got a plan to get him back.
Okay, all right.
I got a plan to get him back.
Okay, all right.
Thats fine. This is gonna be the worst Halloween of my life.
Youre welcome to join.
Maybe next time.
Im actually, I think Im gonna chill out here.
I was gonna watch a-- maybe a movie...
Oh, Sebastian, put the damn ears back on
and move your tail.
(sighs)
Night, Hannah.
Meow.
CHILDREN: Trick or treat!
(excited chatter)
(laughs softly)
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