Previously on "Off the Map"...
Escúchenme! Viene una tormenta. (Listen to me! a storm is coming) Vamos! Apúrense! (Vamos! Hurry!)
Whoa. What's going on?
She felt a drop. A storm's coming.
We need to get the coca into the barn
- or else we lose the whole harvest. - Wait!
Tell me what to do.
Come on. Just pick from the root and twist. Okay?
She glued on my toes
Her... boyfriend sewed 'em closed
You said you were my boyfriend?
No, I said that you were not single.
- Mm. - He's just not right for you.
- Who is, then? You? - I-I don't know. Is that so crazy?
I don't want her dating this guy.
Okay? I don't wanna her dating... any guy.
I want her dating... me, I think.
I'm not so bad, really, Ben.
I meet people who need help and... I help them.
- It's that simple? - My first
was a lawyer in Belize whose liver was shot.
What, did you shoot a homeless person for it?
- No, I found a guy. - You know, Clark needs a new heart.
She's on the bottom of the list in New York.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Really? It's people like you that screw people like her.
She's doing the right thing.
- She's waiting. - She's hoping for a miracle.
Oh, while you're off selling to the highest bidder.
There's a lot more of those than there are miracles.
It was touch and go for a while. Why didn't you tell me?
I was respecting doctor-patient confidentiality.
I make her medical decisions now.
You lied to me face. Okay, you're fired.
Doesn't change anything. I'm still her doctor.
Where you gonna practice?
I was the only one willing to give you a job
after you killed that kid back in the States.
Get out of my Clinic.
You ate all the chunks!
They're, like, the best part of the ice cream!
I have a problem with night eating, okay?
I'm sorry. It's a syndrome. Just cut me some slack, little man.
I can't sleep. I'm, like,
- all messed up. - Yeah, well, so is my VCR.
Ugh! It's a beta!
Nobody knows how to work a beta anymore anyway.
Will you just talk to her?
She doesn't even know how you feel.
She doesn't even know I'm gone yet.
That is the amount of crap
that I am presently standing at the bottom of.
Whatever.
Mina made a choice. It wasn't me.
Nothing I can do about that.
I'll move out tonight.
I'll stop ruining your life.
You're just ruining the finish, man.
Sorry, Martha Stewart.
- Get my ice cream. - Now go away!
Meta unas cuantas camillas aquí
Looks like it's gonna be a big day...
start of Holy Week, lots of carnage.
Aproveche todo el espacio que pueda.
I haven't seen this many triage cots
since the mono epidemic at summer camp.
- Summer of '96. - Vamos a tener mucho trabajo.
Summer of love.
I know why you fired me.
It's 'cause you were having feelings, and you...
needed to feel them.
I didn't fire you because I was having feelings.
I fired you because Clark needs the best care possible.
Okay, her heart's failing. If she doesn't have a transplant,
she's gonna die in weeks,
and you're just not a good enough doctor.
It's what she wants. I'm not going anywhere.
Yeah, you are. You both are.
Columbia just paged. There's a heart in New York.
Your plane for Lima leaves in three hours.
It's the only way to get to New York by midnight.
If she's not there,
- they'll give it to someone else. - She'll be there.
- What about Minard? - She's coming, too. Clark insists.
Road trip! Listen, she's a good doctor.
You're gonna have to admit that. Okay?
Listen, man, uh, Zee and I were hoping we could get the day off.
You kidding? We're gonna be slammed.
I doubled our nursing staff and I added six extra orderlies.
Where's... take it next week, will ya?
See, you been saying that to us for the last few years
and our days off are kind of piling up.
- Well, how many do I owe ya? - Eight months.
- Hey? - You owe us eight months of days off.
- Keeton, keeton, don't you walk... - in one hour.
You get one hour in exchange for eight months.
So whatever you gotta do,
do it fast and do it early before we get busy, will you?
Bull taunting... that's what we're doing.
Bull taunting.
Make a little comment about the World Cup...
You called it adorable. Oh, come on.
It's the dudes in the high socks chasing a little ball.
It's cute. It's like a little mini super bowl.
It's just... come on.
Look, the truth is, she's been so upset about Ryan
that I figured the least I could do
was respect her culture a little more...
her preindustrial, barbaric, 15th century culture.
What's bull taunting?
There's a bull. People taunt it. What happened to your face?
Nothing a little aloe won't fix.
Then good, 'cause you're gonna run the E.R. today.
Happy Holy Week, Brenner!
Whoa! Whoa! Where's the fire? Oh! Sorry.
Uh, New York. Ryan's heart.
Actually, well, it's in Ohio right now,
but it will be in New York.
Wait, you're leaving for New York... now?
Yeah. Come on, Minard! Pick up the pace!
Will you feed dinner? I don't even... live with you anymore.
I guess we're taking the scenic route.
Main road to the airstrip's jammed with festival traffic.
- This will be quicker. - And bumpier.
For someone on nausea-inducing meds, this is probably not...
- Wanna drive, Minard? - No. I'm just concerned about my patient.
Oh, yeah. Right.
That's why you jammed a wire into her heart behind my back.
- Uh, yeah, actually, it is. - Oh, will the two of you just stop it?!
Like it or not, you're stuck together, so just...
Stop.
Off the Map S01E13 There's a Lot to Miss About the Jungle
My madre is gonna be mad.
She did my hair special for the parade.
Oh, I think it's gonna look just as pretty.
This is a special field trick.
I'm braiding your hair together like little stitches.
Any word from search and rescue?
Kid said the driver ran off to get help about an hour ago.
- They must be slammed with the festival. - So he'll be back.
We have to get Ryan to that plane.
That's your first diagnosis I actually agree with.
Keeton, Minard, guys, help me move the float.
You should be sitting down with oxygen.
Yeah, but I think I heard something.
We have to move the float.
Hey, hey, hey. Here, here.
Am I gonna miss the parade?
Armadillo darted right in front of me.
Of course, he's got that hard skeleton.
I go down like a ton of bricks.
Hey, Scotty, will you go in my bag and get my camera?
I wanna take a picture of the
- Clinic for my web site. - What's your web site?
GoMargeGo.com.
It's a cancer blog. My mom has stage...
breast. Stage IV. Oh.
Keeps rearing its ugly head. I'm in my third remission now.
And every time Marge beats it, we take a trip.
Last time, we biked across Europe for six months.
Pretty hard-core bike trip.
Oh, this is nothin'.
We've been all over the world in the last six years,
and I got the blisters to prove it.
But my boys and I are closer than ever.
So what's the damage, doc?
Simple ankle sprain. Just ice it and keep it elevated.
But you do need to rest. No biking for a few days.
Okay. We can stay off the trail for a little while.
Um, what's with all the people in town?
Is it some sort of easter thing?
Semana Santa. It's our Holy Week.
There's activities all over town.
Come on. I'll show you all the good photo ops.
It's pretty cool what you're doing with your mom.
- Must be having a blast, yeah? - Go, Marge, go.
I need you on vitals, bandages, and splints.
Question?
Yeah. What's that thing on your face?
Patients could ask, right?
Okay, bed, uh, number five needs irrigation.
Ten is... alcohol poisoning.
And Ms. Sánchez just got her results.
And... felicidades!
You are pregnant.
Sorry. Busy day.
Um...
Pablo.
Mm-hmm.
Pablo, you have a... pretty... oh, severe hand burn. Yep.
Can you unclasp your hands so I can examine you, please?
Well, I can't, doctora.
Oh.
Okay.
Nice... gloves?
They were.
I bought them new for my first day in the field.
- What do you do? - I'm a policeman.
Barely.
I tried to confiscate a firecracker,
and I panicked just like a chiquita.
You mean it went off... in your hands?
Just put the brassiere on me already. Make it official.
I'm gonna give you a nerve block,
and then I will be right back to debride you.
What does the lady mean when she says she's gonna debride me?
Pull your skin off, amigo.
Sorry.
Mátalo!
This is really your favorite holiday? Toro!
Christmas doesn't do it for you? The cheer, the lights...
- It sucks. - Lady likes her blood and gore.
Ay, dios. You wanna talk about blood and gore?
American Thanksgiving. Whoo!
Wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Right there.
Thanksgiving is about turkey, woman,
and the stuffing and apple pie
and all that good stuff like that.
The rape and murder of the indigenous natives
by European colonists. Pero sí also pie.
Whoo!
Toro!
- Whoo! - Really?
What... what... what.. what is he doing?
- Who you talking about, woman? - The... the guy in the pink shirt.
I treated his mother this morning.
- Oh, my God. is that Scott? - Scott!
I-I don't even know how this all works, but shouldn't he be, uh,
- avoiding the bull like everybody else? - Scott?
Scott, Scott!
Run! Move your ass, dude!
It's a charging bull!
Do you feel any pain?
- ¿Te duele algo? - No.
Good. Good. That's good. That means the truck is not crushing.
It's just pinning you.
Am I gonna get to march in the parade this year?
Uh, you might be a little late.
I'm sorry. We can't pull you out yet.
You may have an injury underneath that we can't see,
and we don't want to make it worse.
Okay? You're gonna be fine. All right?
Go. You sure?
Yeah. Plane leaves in two hours.
You don't leave now, you won't make it.
Well, as long as you keep the truck stable.
Just don't move her until
- the rescue team gets here. - Take your pulse ox
- every 15 minutes on the plane. - I'm more worried about you.
Just never saw you as a kid person.
They're all right. Just have a habit of killing them.
- Don't kill anyone. - Don't die.
I'll see you in New York.
No, I'm sorry, but this does not happen on Thanksgiving.
Ah, you call it football.
I call it natural selection with helmets.
It's a sport, woman. There are rules. We have rules.
You Americans never stick around long enough to learn them.
I can't fix this.
He lost a huge chunk of the femoral.
I can bridge the gap with I.V. tubing,
but that only buys him a few hours.
- After that, he loses the leg. - Can we send for a dacron graft?
There's no time. He needs a donor vein.
Legs are messed up on both sides.
Send for the graft anyway. Kid's gonna lose a leg today.
The least we can do is tell his parents we tried.
Hey, doctora.
- Hey. - I've got a big problem.
You see, I haven't seen my girlfriend for days.
How is she?
Screwed. She's in charge of the emergency room
on the day everyone gets drunk and taunts bulls for fun.
Well, tonight we're celebrating.
The harvest is done.
Coca's all baled in a barn... thanks to your help.
Mm. Not my proudest moment.
Well, it's over... at least for a few months.
What happened?
Ah, I know. It's this rash. It started on my hand and...
It just keeps spreading.
What?
Um...
It's coca rash.
I've seen it on a few of the farmers.
- It's an allergy. - Am I allergic to coca?
I'm gonna go now. I can tell you're busy.
- I'm gonna come back later. - I pick it once,
and I have to wear it like a Scarlet letter?
- I'll pick you up at 7:00. - I'm allergic to...
coca?
Okay, can I have my hand back now?
Thank you.
Okay. Okay. I'm trying to fix your amiga's boo-boo.
Okay? Thank you.
They're just scared, doctora.
Well, they don't have a right to be scared.
If anyone does, it's you, María meona.
What's so funny?
You called me María meona.
That's what everyone's calling you. Isn't that your name?
"Meona" means orina.
Um...
Pee.
Well, why do they call you that?
Every year, the church chooses one girl
to ride on the top of the float.
Three years ago, it was me.
Then right before it started,
I got so nervous.
Well, I don't know why they have you wearing white.
It's a really unforgiving color.
I never got picked again.
Well, screw 'em.
Just 'cause you make some tiny mistake does...
doctora, I pissed on my...
okay, fine, it's a big mistake. But still...
Screw 'em.
What? What is it? What's wrong? What's wrong? It hurts!
Where? It's starting to...
Aah! What is that noise?
The tires. They're losing air.
The truck is crushing her.
It's okay. It's okay.
So if Scott doesn't get someone's vein today...
He'll lose his leg?
Normally, we test for s tissue match, but we don't have
the capability here. We sent someone to San Miguel
for a synthetic graft, but... it won't get here in time.
You don't need to test for a match. You have one... me.
Honey? Scott gave me a bone marrow transplant
on my second recurrence.
So that means that he could be a match for this, right?
It does, but, uh, it's not without its risks.
Given your history with chemotherapy,
there could beignificant leg swelling, infection...
You could eventually lose your leg. It's not an easy choice.
No, it's not a choice.
The doctors gave me four months to live. That was six years ago.
- I'm living on borrowed time here anyway. - Margie...
The cancer is coming back, Dave.
We pretend that it's not, but it is.
So what do I need a leg for, another year? Maybe two?
Scotty needs his for 60.
It's not a choice.
Let's prep you for surgery. Good.
It... it hurts...
It hurts t-to breathe.
I know. I'm gonna make it stop. Okay?
Girls, come around the truck.
We're gonna lift it a few inches. I'm gonna pull her out.
- Okay? - But the other doctor said not to.
I know what the other doctor said.
- He's not always right. - He looks like he's always right.
Well, he's not. I'm in charge here and I've got this. Okay?
We don't have any time. Okay. Ready?
On the count of three, with all your might. One, two, three.
Lift!
Good.
Okay, where's the pain? María?
What the hell? Pulse is thready.
B.P.'s dropping.
Doesn't look like she's got this.
Hang in there, Pablo.
If we don't get the burned flesh off, it can cause infection.
You shouldn't be in too much pain now. It's not the pain.
I'm just not very good with...
Stressful situations. And you're a cop?
They kept me at the desk for the last seven years.
They call me "el secretario."
The secretary? That's funny, man.
I said, "put me in the field. Let me prove I can be more."
They said,"be happy you have a badge.
"You're not getting anywhere near a gun."
Finally, today, they didn't have enough officers,
so they gave me a shot.
And I blew it. I panicked.
My first real police job in the field,
and I just... you are really pulling off my skin.
I can't get to your palms
with you gripping your hands like that.
See? This is what happens.
I get into these situations and I just... Dios mío.
- Pablo? - It's happening again.
What's happening? Pablo? Stop. Just breathe. Ohh. I can't.
I can't. I can't breathe.
- What's his B.P.? - Uh, it was 130 over 80.
- Now? - 190 over 110.
Okay, Pablo, look at me.
- Look at me, look at me. - I can't. I can't.
I stopped. I stopped. We're stopping.
- She could lose her leg? - She's willing to take the risk.
No! No, she loves to travel. That's...
She wanted to see the whole
- world before she... - she wants to do this, Scott.
No! No, she loves to travel. They're prepping her already.
Hey, trust me, you do not want to go to prom with a prosthetic.
If one is just a little bit shorter than the other,
you're dancing in circles all night.
I don't even know what prom looks like.
Every spring, we're biking across...
Antarctica or something.
That sounds cool. Cold.
You know what sounds cool?
Going to school instead of being tutored,
having friends that aren't just on Facebook,
hooking up with girls.
Why didn't you tell her that?
Oh, yeah. "Hey, mom. I know you're trying
"to live life to the fullest and all,
"but I would rather put my hand up girls' shirts
"than make your last days on earth happy."
Well, put it like that...
I was looking at that bull in the face today.
I... just wanted to be done.
What do you mean, you wanna be done?
I love my mom...
And I don't want her to die,
but I wanna get off the ride.
Whoa. You let that bull gore you? What were you thinking?
I wasn't.
I wanted my life back, but not like this.
Not by taking the rest of hers.
Look, I don't want it. I don't want the vein.
But the kid doesn't want it.
Well, what do you want to do, Plastics? Cut off his leg?
No, of course not. He's a minor.
His brain isn't developed enough to make a rational decision,
let alone one that's gonna affect him
for the rest of his life. It's the parents' call.
They say we're doing it. I say we're doing it.
We're doing it. So you and the kid just sit back,
let the growups take care of things.
Okay, s-slow down. Minard,
- What happened? - The truck was crushing her.
- I had to pull her out. I had no choice. - So what do you think?
Spinal shock would explain the low B.P.
And the leg weakness, but not the pain.
Intra-abdominal bleeding would explain the B.P.,
but not the weakness. If it is internal bleeding,
then I should open her chest right now.
Clamping the aorta could stop the bleeding.
- But if it's spinal shock, then... - You should do nothing.
Clamping her aorta would kill her.
Okay, so you think that I should do nothing.
'Cause I would really rather do nothing.
Well, it's 50/50 either way.
- So tell me what to do. - I can't.
What?! You tell everyone what to do!
All you do is tell people what to do!
Look, I can't make a call like this over the phone.
You're there with the patient. You gotta go with your gut.
My gut has been wrong before.
Once you make a mistake like you did in residency,
you don't do it again. That's why I hired you.
But then you fired me!
You said that I was a crap doctor. Remember?
I was... having feelings, like you said.
Okay, come on.
Look, I was wrong, okay? About all of it.
You are not a crap doctor,
and you are not gonna screw this up, not today.
You're gonna make the right call, Minard.
I trust you.
Ugh!
U, you, and you... I need your help.
We're gonna open up her chest.
I think Minard's gonna kill that kid.
What are you giving me?
Antianxiety drug. You have a panic disorder.
That's why you hyperventilate
and your B.P. rises in stressful situations,
but the good news is, it's treable.
There's yoga and aromatherapy.
I had a patient back in the states,
and she was really afraid of public speaking,
and she would rub just a little bit of lavender oil
on her lips before giving a presentation,
- and it really helped her. - Lavender oil?
But right now I need to give you medication,
which I really need to do, or we risk infection.
They do drug tests on the Force.
I can't be on a drug for weak, little men.
And lavender oil? You want me to put lavender oil on my lips?
- 170 over 95. - I am a policía.
I can't put on lipstick to make an arrest.
- Okay. - What if there's a bank robbery?
- Should I drop to the ground and do yoga? - It's happening again.
- Just do it. Get it over with. I can take it. - 230 over 115.
- Do it. Take my skin off. - I can't.
Your blood pressure's skyrocketing, okay?
- I don't care. - You could have a stroke.
- I am a policía. - I am a doctora!
And I'm not gonna kill you. I took an oath.
Me, too.
What do you want me to do?
Um...
Do you ever cook with your madre?
Okay.
It's gonna be kind of like that.
You are going to... hold the bones and the gristle,
and I'm going to make
this really delicious ketchup soup.
Do you ever cook with your madre?
My mother drank vodka fingers and sent me to fat camp.
Look, I need to clamp her aorta, which is the big artery
by her heart, and I need you to hold her ribs apart,
- while I push her lungs out of the way. - Okay.
Okay. Good.
So put your hands here... and pull.
Okay.
Posterior to the ventricle, avoiding the phrenic nerve,
staying anterior to the vertebral column.
I don't know any of these words.
- Got it. - Now what?
Now we pray that we can get her back to the Clinic
in the next few hours before her organs shut down.
I didn't mean...
Okay.
There's a lot to miss about the jungle.
Unpaved roads isn't one of 'em.
Time check.
The flight's in 20.
Okay. We're gonna be fine.
There's a lot to miss about the jungle.
Oh, a little to the left. Ah! Ha ha. Yeah.
Did you know that Mina was going to New York?
Ohh. I should've gone to New York, or at least stayed
- in Minnesota. - She wasn't even gonna say good-bye.
I basically had to bodycheck her just to let her know
- that I exist. - See, I used to
be fully capable of a simple burn debridement,
but now I actually have to get the guy
into the O.R. and put him to sleep.
It's the only way I can think to do it.
I can't do a thing for my patient.
I used to be a doctor back home. Now I'm a cocaine farmer.
This kid jumped in front of a bull
because he didn't want to have to have a hard conversation.
I kinda get that. A little to the right.
Yeah. Ohh.
Yep. Now we're doing this surgery he doesn't even want,
but he won't tell his mom,
because that's an even harder conversation.
What does Cole think?
That I'm a joke. He always has.
I tried talking to him, but... whatever.
Wow. That kid sounds like a real wimp.
I mean, what kind of pushover can't even stand up for himself?
What kind of soft-skinned, weak-kneed,
wussy little wussboy can't even...
- I get it. Thanks. - No, don't... don't stop.
Great adv... great advice.
Don't stop. Come back.
It's a shame this happened.
The three of us really were enjoying the festivities.
You have such wonderful customs down here.
Thank you.
- It's the drugs kicking in. - Mm.
Scalpel.
Plastics, you wanna give me that scalpel?
No.
No?
No. Your son doesn't want this.
- Plastics! - He had his legs torn to shreds today
because he didn't have the balls
- to stand up to you. - What are you doing?
- It was an accident. - It wasn't an accident.
- What's going on? - My doctor has lost his mind.
- He thinks your son should lose his leg. - No, I'm not saying that
I don't think he should have the surgery.
Then what are you saying?
I'm saying that given the choice between standing up
to a 2,000-pound bull and standing up to his mother,
he chose the bull, so we all need to stop and just
take a second, 'cause even if he's just a crazy teenager,
even if it doesn't change anything,
even if he just has an undeveloped hormonal brain,
it doesn't mean what he feels isn't real.
It doesn't mean he shouldn't be heard.
Could you all ask for a car and a stretcher?
Maybe a drink? I could use a drink.
Do you believe in God, doctora?
Right now I believe in three things...
that is a car, a stretcher and booze.
- We don't have a car. - I am well aware of that.
But we have a stretcher.
Ha! See?
Like I said, screw 'em.
All right, ladies. Shake a leg. Let's go.
Keep truckin'.
I think it's moving a little.
What are you doing?
¿Qué? Pasa? ¿Qué Pasa?
And we're not missing this plane... come on.
I am your worst patient. I can see it on your face.
That's not true. No.
No, I can actually see it on your face. What is that?
That's... that's nothing. Look, I failed you, okay?
Simple debridement.
You should've been out of here hours ago.
I always knew I was a little man...
But I never felt small.
I never felt weak until today, until I failed at the only job
I ever wanted to do on my first try.
Otra vez.
Lo siento. I'm sorry.
- Qué Humillación. - It's okay. It's just another panic attack.
We'll let it pass, okay? Just breathe. Breathe. Ohh. Ohh. Ohh.
Cool. Is this what a panic attack looks like?
- No, it's not. - What does that mean?
That means the problem's not in your head. It's in your heart.
Okay, push 6 of adenosine now.
We're not gonna need this O.R.
The doctor told me what you said.
I can't be responsible for screwing up your last days.
I can't.
You think stopping me from traveling is gonna ruin my life?
You're sick,
and there are so many things you haven't seen yet...
the Alps, New Zealand, the Serengeti.
So I'll miss the Alps.
I only ever wanted to see them with you.
I will be happy spending what I've got left
sitting at home watching TV with you.
You're making me take the vein?
Honey, I've made you do enough that you didn't want to do.
This one is your call,
but the funny thing is
that ever since you gave me the bone marrow,
it sounds kinda kooky,
but I felt that there was a part of you with me...
And if I get to do this,
then there would be a part of me with you...
Long after, you know?
Long after.
You hate TV.
We'll get the Travel Channel.
All right.
You weren't totally out of line.
Aw. I'm blushing.
Shut up and re-prep the O.R., Fuller.
"Fuller"? What happened to "Plastics"?
Aw. Now I really am blushing.
Okay. We're almost there, okay?
Okay? Almost to the main road,
- and we'll get a ride to the Clinic there. - I can't feel my feet!
I know. I know, but you want to help your friend, right?
Okay.
Almost...
Keep going.
Come on. Ohh.
Okay. Okay.
Hey, Isabella.
Remember that thing you were asking me about?
I may be coming around.
We gotta get her into surgery now, or her organs are toast.
Okay. Calm down. I just finished a leg graft. I'll scrub back in.
I gotta see if she's got internal bleeding.
You're in no shape to operate.
But if she isn't, she's been without blood
- to her kidneys, liver, and intestines. - Take a seat, Minard.
- They could all be shutting down. - Take a seat, Minard.
Better than a taxi service, keeton.
I'll make sure he saw us.
Okay.
Hey!
We're ready to board.
They paged from the organ procurement
a couple hours ago.
I never got it.
- Huh? - That is one thing I am not gonna miss about the jungle
is the reception's so spotty that you never know when someone
is actually trying to...
What?
It's not viable. The heart's gone.
All right. We'll go anyway.
- You need to be in New York at a good hospital. - I hate hospitals.
- Come on. You're a doctor. - Right? Stupid career choice.
Come on. I'm not just gonna sit around and wait.
You don't have any more time.
I don't want to spend it hooked up to machines in New York.
The last few months have been nothing but poking and prodding
- and tests. - Ryan!
Ben, I'm exhausted. I just want to be done with it.
It's not your call to make anymore.
It's not Minard's. It's mine.
I'm calling it.
I just wanna go home.
Just go home.
Sounds good.
You'll be hitting on those senior girls in no time.
And trust me, without the language barrier...
- dude, night and day. - Awesome.
Hey. Hey.
I'm heading back to the condo. Want me to wait?
Nah. Minard's gone, so I'm just gonna... go home.
- She's here. - What?
Yeah, they're back, so are you gonna be a man and tell her,
or are you gonna keep hiding at my house,
- like a little bitch? - Whoa. Okay...
Hey... do it, man, or you gotta jump in front of a bull.
Yep. I'll keep a light on.
I heard.
I'm so sorry.
Appreciate you stepping up today.
Actually, I'm not sure you do.
At some point, people were just helping themselves to band-aids.
Well, I usually leave a big box of 'em out front
on festival days. You could've told me that.
Sorry.
Hey, let's take a look at that rash, shall we?
Mm. Could be a lot of things.
It's coca, as in...
cocaine.
Long story,
and one that ends with you thinking much less of me, so...
When you first came here,
you were the perfect doctor, a machine,
little sterile hospital in cargos.
Yeah, well... not so sterile anymore.
Well, you're not so numb, either.
Well, we all go to extremes for the people we love, right?
I really am sorry.
Are you still in the country?
You have a condition called supraventricular tachycardia.
Your heart short-circuits during stress,
causing the attacks.
Mm. My whole life, I thought I was just afraid...
Of everything.
No, it's not fear. It's physical. Here.
Verapamil. I gave it to you in the O.R.
One a day, and you can take down all the bank robbers you want.
All it takes is one pill?
Mm-hmm, and you can do anything. For example...
Now let's finish this thing, 'cause I got a date tonight,
and he should be here any minute now.
Part of the firecracker.
Uh... there was no firecracker.
What do you mean?
They tell us not to talk about it.
I guess the element of surprise.
I burned my hands on a bale of coca.
The police are burning the farms today...
over 100 in the area.
Are you gonna have a panic attack now?
Can you... take over for me, please?
There you are. Um...
It's not a good time.
Are you okay?
She shredded her mesenteric artery.
Belly was full of blood.
You made the right call.
- Is she... - She's gonna be fine.
I'm in love with you.
She should have gone to New York.
She wanted to come home.
And what are we supposed to do,
sit here and watch her die?
She wanted to come home.
It isn't her home. It's not yours.
It's mine.
You're all just houseguests
who have stayed a very long time...
But in the end, for some reason or another,
- you all have to... - Leave you?
See, that's where you're wrong, loca.
I filled out the application when we first got back together,
and I just got it today.
Go on.
It's my new passport.
Got rid of the American one.
Figured I'm not going back to Poughkeepsie any time soon.
Look, I might not get it,
but that's your problem. You hear me, loca?
Thank you.
They shot my son.
He tried to stop them.
They burned everything down.
Multiple gunshot wounds.
B.P.'s dropping fast.
We gotta get him to the Clinic.
- Get the truck now! - Está Bien, está bien.
Apply pressure.
Don't let go, okay?
I got it.
We need get your pressure up, okay?
You gotta chew on this.
Drug pusher.
Chew it.
I guess I ruined our date, huh?
Shut up and chew.
I don't like you.
I don't like who you are.
I don't like what you do...
But I don't have a choice anymore.
She needs a heart.
Well, that could be complicated.
So you can't do it?
I didn't say that.
Look, when you buy a kidney,
someone's down a kidney.
When you buy a heart,
well, that gets a bit more serious.
You understand what I'm saying?
I understand.
Well, then consider it done, Benji boy.