Previously on Do No Harm...
My name is Dr. Jason Cole,
and I live with an alternate personality.
Don't even think about it. That's Dr. Young's daughter.
Doing blow at your mommy's lady doctor dinner...
Me likey.
Abby?
I went with Rob last night. I never expected to like him.
He's a great guy. You deserve that.
- Ian found you? - I didn't want to come to you
with this, but I need you to do something.
Let's kill Ian Price.
Olivia!
Goodbye.
Where are we going, mommy?
Somewhere safe.
I, uh...
I apologize in advance.
Welcome, Ian.
Hi, Ian.
I've wanted to meet you for a long time.
I'm Will, Jason's spon...
Your sponsor.
And this is a support group for people with...
This is a...
This is a support group for...
I'm sorry.
Jason told us that someone
- you loved left recently... - Yes.
And that you've been having trouble
- keeping it together. - Yes.
So Jason brought you here
because he thought we could help.
What do you think?
I think...
I think I have needed something like this
for a long time.
I have always felt
like half of one person.
And Olivia, my better half...
She left me. And what does that make me...
1/4 of one person? I don't know.
I suck at math.
Mocking makes you feel powerful.
But you know what else feels good?
What's that?
Having a voice.
And you have needed that.
Hmm.
What I need you can't give me.
None of you can. All right?
Well, you'd think having multiple personalities
would make you people a little more interesting.
Big guy, thanks for letting me share.
Ian...
Jason cares about you.
We care about you too.
And when you're ready for help, we'll be here.
Oh. Bastard.
Well, that was something.
Tell me you got smokes.
I don't smoke unless I'm drinking.
Too bad.
Looks like it's your lucky night.
I've only been to that group a few times,
but, uh, all that psychobabble...
"Let it out. You're safe.
You're one of many."
Whatever.
It's like, what's the point
of being crazy if you can't be crazy?
Whoo! Yeah!
Whoo!
Oh, cute.
Wow, I didn't take you
- for the suburban type. - No?
Did you forget your key?
Silly me.
This isn't your place, is it?
You should have said.
Mm.
I'm impressed.
Olivia, is it?
Yeah, it is.
So we're at ground zero.
I'm honored.
And she is a painter.
I always loved to paint...
And cook.
Oh.
I am an amazing cook.
Whoo!
Her world suits me.
Maybe I should stay here forever.
Well, here's the thing.
It's not really about you.
Oh, I get it. I do.
Olivia's your person, your everything.
Or she was until she left you.
Be careful.
Oh, there's some of that anger I was promised.
Look...
I'm here.
I'm yours.
And for tonight,
I'm Olivia,
and you can do anything you want to me.
Just make it hurt.
Of course.
Hello?
You can come out now.
Um, hello?
Hello?
Oh, my God!
Hello?
Oh, my God!
What the hell is wrong with you?
Ian wanted to see your face.
Who are you?
Oh, how rude of me.
I'm Bethany.
I'm your new girlfriend.
Do No Harm 01x05 A Stand-In Original Air Date July 20, 2013
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Will! There was a half-naked woman
in my bathrooms who just played dead.
To get a laugh.
You brought him to group, Jason.
It was your plan.
This was not my plan. I almost had a heart attack.
So that he could find support, a friend.
Yeah, not some deranged lunatic.
All right, it was a tasteless prank, sure.
But Ian trusted her enough to introduce her to you.
That was a pretty big step.
Well, I don't think some unstable partner in crime
is a step in the right direction, okay?
I mean, who knows what he's gonna do next?
Maybe she can help him in ways we can't.
Maybe he'll stop acting out. He'll start coming to meetings.
- He'll start to change. - Oh, please, this just means
that Ian is not interested in change.
You know what he wants to do? He wants to destroy me.
He wants to get back at me.
- Jason... - Think about it...
for locking him up for five years,
for Olivia's disappearance... everything.
He's using group and this girl against me.
Ian deserves a life too.
Inviting Bethany into it was his choice.
You need to accept it.
I got to go.
Jason, right?
Yeah.
Look, I am so sorry.
I'm so...
She's getting worse.
"She"? What do you mean "she"?
It's not me. It's bad Bethany.
God, I-I sound crazy.
I'm... I'm sorry. I'm... I'm so embarrassed.
No, wait a second. Wait a second.
- I need to go. - Wait a second, please.
What's going on with your hand?
- Nothing is going on. - Let me see it.
- Why is your hand shaking? - No, it...
- Does it hurt? - Stop it. No, it's fine.
Here, let me see. Does it hurt when I touch...
Look, my whole life is falling apart because of her.
I would do anything to be better.
I understand. Believe me.
I'm...
Look, this is the hospital. I have to go.
- I have a patient. - You're a doctor?
Yeah, 12 hours a day. Yeah.
So there's hope for people like us.
I'm gonna go get dressed,
and then I'm gonna drive you home.
- All right? - Thank you.
So from London we went to Johannesburg,
then to Holland.
So you speak Dutch?
Yes. Now, that is a romance language.
And finally landed in Dallas, Pennsylvania,
home of nothing exciting.
Well, that's debatable.
- I will. - Oh, hold on just a second.
Jason.
Hey.
Hey. Did you get my page?
I need a consult on an ortho patient.
I just want to show you some films.
Yeah, sure. You want to walk up?
Actually, I'm gonna grab some coffee with Rob.
I'll meet you up there unless you want coffee too?
No, I'm great. I'll see you up there.
Okay.
Okay. Sorry.
So you were born in London.
Which begs the question, if I had an accent,
would you have noticed me sooner?
Yep.
- Keep going. - Oh, I'm trying.
The more you walk,
the more the stiffness will ease up.
Yeah, well, it's the dizziness that hurts, mom, okay?
It's, like, worse than the spins on a binge.
Well, I'll have to take your word for that.
Wait, wait, wait.
I don't know if I can do this.
Yes, you can.
It's all such a mess.
You know I'm gonna have to go back to court, right?
And it's not gonna be rehab this time.
It's gonna be jail.
Abby, I told you not to worry about any of this.
- It's gonna be just fine. - Is it?
Yes.
'Cause I'm not as strong as you.
Yes, you are.
I never wanted you to struggle for anything,
but it's the struggle that lets us know
how strong we are.
Well, I'm struggling now.
Good.
This could be a fresh start
for both of us.
Keep moving.
- Hi. - Hey.
This is what I wanted you to see.
His name is Lucas Miro. He's nine years old...
Persistent pain and weakness
in his fourth and fifth fingers
while he is pitching for his little league team.
Well, there's definitely compression in the elbow...
Ulnar nerve entrapment.
That's exactly what I was thinking.
All right, great. Well, sounds like you don't need me.
Mm. You might be on to something there, doctor.
How's Rob? Is it going well?
Um, yeah, definitely.
See, here's the thing.
It looks to me like the nerve is snapping
- over the medial epicondyle. - Is it serious?
It's more serious than I thought.
I mean, it's not the nerve. It's the bone.
- Surgery is gonna be... - No, I...
Our only option... you were talking about Rob.
Sorry. Forget I asked.
No, it's fine. Um...
It's only been a couple weeks,
so we'll see where it goes, but I'm happy.
Great. That all sounds great...
Except for the kid and his elbow.
That sounds like it hurts.
Oh, I'm so sorry to interrupt,
but your girlfriend...
Well, she happens to be a girl,
and she said she was your friend from last night.
Anyway, she's down at reception for you now.
- Tell her I'm unavailable. - Uh, not possible.
- Josh. - Dr. Cole.
I think you should go. Sounds serious.
Yeah, excuse me.
She's... she's not my girlfriend.
She's...
Tell me where he is, you old crow!
Bethany! Bethany.
Hey, look at me. It's Dr. Cole.
- Hi. - We're not done.
- You okay? - I'm coming for you, wrinkles.
Jody, I'm really sorry. Sorry about that.
Come here. Let's have a conversation, okay?
How about a refresher course?
This is a hospital, and I am a doctor.
And I'm a slow-witted dolt.
Oh, wait! I'm not.
Look, I came for your help...
- My help? - Doctor.
My help with what... your condition?
- With scoring some oxy. - Are you kidding me?
Ian was right. You're a buzz kill.
Hey, hey, hey, don't ever mention his name,
not here, okay?
You all right?
Are you okay? What just happened?
The floor just jumped up at me.
- Josh, come here. - Back off!
Josh, come here. Let me help you up.
Hang on to me.
All right, this is my assistant, Josh.
He's gonna help you up to my office,
and we're gonna talk there, okay?
- With the 'contin? - Yes, with the 'contin.
- Should I trust you? - Yes, if you want my help.
Yes. And you're safe with him too.
- Well, am I safe with her? - Hey, Josh, help her.
Go. I'll see you in five minutes, all right?
Five minutes. Take your hands off,
- Eager Beaver. - Right this way.
Oh, my God.
Abby Young tested positive for cocaine
after the awards ceremony, right?
Yes.
And you marked that in her chart.
Yes.
Any chance you could've messed that up?
0% chance.
Then how come her chart says
the tox screen was inconclusive?
I don't know.
I mean, I double-check everything.
Sometimes I triple-check. I love this rotation, and...
maybe there was a computer glitch.
Dr. Jordan?
Right. Computer glitch.
Bethany.
Doc. Didn't hear you.
Yeah.
Your assistant said he made this for you...
A little man-crush maybe.
Definitely wets my whistle.
Whew. I've never been with someone so...
Are you rich?
Uh, I do fine.
You are fine.
Okay.
Look at this place.
Well-off, well-respected,
well-endowed.
Bethany, listen...
I assume you and Ian share some talents.
So let's pop those pills
and do it right here.
That's actually not why I'm here.
Okay, fine. Just give me the pills, and I'll go.
There are no pills. I just wanted to talk with you.
You got to be kidding. You lying sack...
Listen to me! Listen, please!
I'm concerned about some of your symptoms, all right?
Your numbness in your hands, your lack of balance,
your loss of hearing. No, I hear you fine.
You may think that these are small things,
- but they are not small things. - I'm just ignoring you.
I need to run some tests.
I'm keeping you in the hospital. Leave me alone!
Bethany, hey, please. Bethany.
- Get your hands off me! - Bethany, listen to me...
- Don't touch me! - Bethany, please, calm down.
Let me go!
- Bethany. - Don't touch me!
Calm down. I'm not trying to hurt you.
You understand? I don't think you have D.I.D.
I think what you have might be a brain tumor,
so I'm keeping you here.
Quickly. Don't touch me!
You know the law frowns on revoking patients' civil liberties,
holding them against their will,
sedating them, running unauthorized tests,
causing a massive scene in front of half the hospital.
That last one is my personal favorite.
What the hell were you thinking?
I was thinking that she has a serious,
if not fatal, condition,
and she has no interest in fixing it.
She's a danger to herself,
so I committed her for 72 hours.
It's all perfectly legal, per the 302 statute.
What's the condition?
Well, it's a little more of a hunch right now.
'Cause hunches stand up great in court.
You have to let her go.
Just one second.
There it is. You see that?
It was being overshadowed by the bone.
That didn't show up in the soft tissue view.
She's got a tumor in her temporal lobe.
That's gonna stand up in court.
What if I have the same thing?
I've looked again. I've looked harder.
I've looked a lot. There's no tumor on your scan.
There wasn't three months ago when we ran it,
and there isn't now.
Which is why we need new ones with bone windows.
We keep focusing on the frontal lobe,
but if we look in the temporal lobe,
there could be a tumor hiding in my hypothalamus.
We would never have seen it,
because it would be surrounded on three sides by bone.
There would just be too much fuzz.
- Technically, there could be. - It's where Bethany's tumor is.
It's what's causing her personality swings.
And other physical symptoms which you don't have.
Think about it.
The hypothalamus controls cortisol levels, right?
If there's a tumor in there, that would explain
why Ian and I have such drastically different levels.
That's true.
And the temporal lobe controls memory.
That could explain why I can never remember anything he does.
- I suppose it's possible. - Yeah, possible is good.
Possible is great.
Book me the MRI.
Did you see Friedrich the other night?
He walked three batters in the ninth... rookie mistake.
Um, to be fair, he is a rookie,
and he was playing in his first exhibition game,
and it was unexpectedly warm.
The air density affected his curveball.
You know, for a lifelong baseball fan,
you're really getting soft.
You going to the game on Thursday?
Phillies/Mets? Are you kidding me?
I'd kill to go. Tickets are impossible.
Josh.
Bethany's coming out of sedation.
Good. Listen, I need a favor.
Please don't ask me to entertain Bethany again.
I still reek of her perfume.
At least I hope that was perfume.
- I need Phillies tickets. - Oh, I can do that.
This Thursday... It's completely sold out.
Then, no.
I need two tickets, best seats in the house,
spare no expense.
Thank you, Josh.
You have what's called hemangioblastoma.
And what that is is a tumor on the blood vessels in your brain.
That tumor...
It's pressing on your limbic cortex,
and that's your pleasure center.
That's what's causing all of your violent mood swings.
They're mood swings, not multiple personalities.
You don't have D.I.D.
So, when you remove the tumor...
Your mood should stabilize.
Bad Bethany... she'll be gone.
And you know for sure she'll disappear.
Yeah.
You'll go back to being...
who you really are... you know, a good person.
You can reconnect with your family.
You can fall in love.
You can have children... whatever you want.
And do I get a say
in this miraculous surgery?
Well, that's been a little bit of a rough road.
I filed some paperwork called a 302,
which basically states that I get to make decisions
in your best interests, all right?
All you have to do for now is rest and relax.
And tomorrow your new life can begin.
It's almost the witching hour.
Is it?
For you, sweetie. I'm already there.
I have been since you and the keystone cops
hog-tied me and doped me up.
Remember?
Listen to me.
- This is for your own good. - Shh.
Run along.
Have a very busy night...
of relaxing.
Excuse me.
No matter what she says, don't let her leave this room.
I hate to be the one to tell you this.
So why are you smiling?
I believe Jason Cole
has committed a major violation of trust...
One that will not be tolerated by you or the A.M.A.
I think he manipulated your daughter's medical file.
You have proof?
Well, I saw him with Abby right before she overdosed.
Saw them doing cocaine right in front of your face?
No, no. He's smart enough to cover his tracks
at the party and in the file.
Look, ask him yourself.
It's a tough thing being a parent.
Abby's on probation from her DUI/possession charge,
and one more strike will send her to jail.
This is not the way
I imagined her life turning out.
I'd do anything to rewrite this history.
You're a parent.
You understand what we're willing to do.
Are you saying you did this?
I'm saying this conversation
never happened.
You should get that.
Oh! Oh!
Hi, I'm D octor Jordan. I'm the on-call physician.
It hurts so bad. My head is killing me.
Okay. Lean back.
Don't blink.
Hmm.
You smell good.
I'll call you Dr. Delectable.
Uh, thank you.
Well, everything looks fine.
I can give you something for the pain.
Okay. That's enough, creepy M.D.
I didn't realize I needed to request a chaperone too.
- I wasn't... - Nurse!
He touched me! Okay. Okay, then.
I'll give you 600 milligrams ibuprofen to dull the pain,
and let me... Or rather, let a nurse know
if it doesn't improve in an hour.
Sure thing.
You gotta be kidding me.
All right people. Move it. Move it.
Very important doctor coming through..
code red, Amber alert, black death, blue balls!
Dr. Cole.
Hi, I'm Dr. Cole. Yes, what can I do for you?
I have a patient complaining of ankle paresthesia.
Whoo, amputate. Don't mess around with that stuff.
- What's your name, doctor... - Jankowitz. I'm your...
Jankowitz. Dazzle me. Go, Jankowitz. Go.
Sorry, Dr. Cole. I wasn't expecting any visitors.
You said no one should see her tonight.
Yes, I did say that,
but this woman's circumstance has changed.
- It's dire. - That's terrible.
Yes, it is terrible. Whoa. Hey, eyes front.
Look at me. This woman's life hangs in the balance.
You really want her blood on your hands?
- Is that what you want? - No. No.
Great. Then please open that door.
Thank you.
My hero. You came.
Time for a quickie?
♪ Hey
♪ let's go, baby
♪ hey
♪ you're driving me crazy
are we close?
Front door, back door, fire door, morgue door.
Yeah, let's not go in there.
You have 15 minutes to find my phone, people.
Is that clear?
Am I speaking clearly enough for you?
15 minutes... find my phone!
Oops, my bad.
Whoo!
Hang on.
Dr. Cole? You all right?
I'm fine, thank you. How are you?
Left turn signal, left-hand turn signal!
Oh, fresh air! It's God's medicine!
Oh, my God!
Whoo!
Halt.
Turn signal. Hey, turn signal.
Whoo!
Right over here. Whoo!
Whoo. Whoo!
Yes.
Whoo! Home free.
Come on, let's go again.
Nah. I want to sit right here
and look up at the city lights
and crap like that.
Jason wants to change me.
Yeah.
That's sort of his thing.
No, he wants to operate on my head.
He says I've got a tumor thing.
When he removes it, I won't be me anymore.
I'll be normal and safe and...
Boring, like him.
Why does he get to choose who I am?
He doesn't get to choose.
No matter what he says, there is nothing wrong with you.
- I'm not doing that surgery. - Why would you?
- Not in a million lifetimes. - No, ma'am.
Hell, no. This is who I really am...
- Exactly. - Born and bred.
Born and bred.
He couldn't change me if he tried.
Hey, sweetums...
Tonight is our one-night anniversary.
You remember where we first met? I do.
Church, naturally.
I think we should celebrate.
I think you're right. Come on!
♪ You work so hard, you know ♪
♪ I don't wear that sign anymore ♪
♪ I take you out...
Good one!
♪ Show me your other side
11, 17, 91, 96, 97,
98, 99, 100.
Bethany.
Yoo-hoo?
Oh. I should go to church more often.
Oh. Yes, my child.
Oh, my God, I'm sorry for my sins, with all my heart.
In choosing to do wrong and failing to do good,
I have sinned against you, whom I should love above all things.
And buzz kill.
I confess I'm dying
to break the seventh commandment.
I really want to get it on in the sacristy.
And we're back. Get over here.
Your turn.
I confess. I have no regrets.
I'd do it all over again and twice on Sunday.
I confess.
I'm breaking the tenth commandment too.
Hmm. Is that the murder one?
Is this night about to take a turn?
I've been coveting somebody else's guy...
Unless you're starting to get over
what's-her-name. Olivia.
I'm not.
But do I need to?
Stop.
Hello?
Ian, Bethany...
I've been looking for you.
Of course you're hiding out here.
We're hot. We are in demand.
I got a call from I.M.H.
It turns out Jason made me your emergency contact.
I know the hospital is looking for you, Bethany.
Hmm. Bored.
- Bethany, look... - She's a pisser, isn't she?
Bethany.
Take her to the hospital.
Why don't you stay out of this?
No, no. Not a chance.
Bethany is sick. Don't you get that?
Do you know what this is about?
This is about your little friend Jason.
He wants to take her away from me.
But you know what? That's not gonna happen,
'cause we're on my time now.
That's cute.
Well, let me give you a reality check.
Bethany has a tumor.
If anything's gonna take her away from you,
it's that, don't you think?
Says Jason.
What, are you channeling a ten-year-old now?
Okay, back off, old man.
Now, you could stage a prison break,
or you can mess with the church or whatever,
but you do it when somebody's life
isn't on the line, okay?
Now you take her to the hospital...
or I'm gonna call the police.
Hey, baby.
I'm thinking we go to Vegas...
Right now, huh?
Get to the airport, catch a flight.
Bethany.
Forget Vegas. We're going to Atlantic city.
It's what, an hour?
Come on, Bethany, where'd you go?
Uh...
Somebody help her!
She needs help! Let's go!
We'll be in O.R. 2 after we scrub in.
Come on, Jason.
Four 6-inch tissue forceps.
Off propofol now. Rocuronium on board.
B.P.'s dropping. We need Dr. Cole now.
- Dr. Cole, we need you now. - Give me a second.
Get her stabilized. Let's move, people.
Bethany Mitchell, 28, brought in by Dr. Cole...
Seizing and unresponsive
due to increased intracranial pressure
from the temporal lobe mass.
Starting emergency craniotomy.
The mass is pressing on the limbic cortex,
evoking perceived personality disorder.
Blood-sugar levels in range... cleared for surgery.
Okay, two birds with one stone, everybody.
Scalpel.
Okay, here we go.
You've been impetuous before. You've even been risky.
But this is the first time you've ever been stupid.
You changed Abby's record.
Is that a question?
No, but I do have one...
Why?
I-I was trying to be nice.
Try again.
I, uh...
I've got this friend who is always getting into trouble,
you know, dragging everybody down,
and he's got this horrible habit of just disappearing,
leaving everyone else to clean up all his messes.
So I-I-I guess I just learned how to do that.
How'd you know it was me?
I didn't.
Jordan did.
Dr. Cole, Bethany's awake.
Ian...
Thank you for bringing Bethany to the hospital.
You did the right thing.
You saved her life.
So, in return...
You get to see her first.
She's in room 424.
- Hi. - Dr. Cole.
Mmmm.
It's Ian.
Sorry. I didn't expect...
Someone so devastatingly handsome.
I understand.
I can't do this right now.
All that matters is that you're alive.
Once you're feeling better,
we're gonna go out, and we're celebrate...
You and me.
It's not like that anymore.
I'll change your mind.
- I can't. - You can't what?
I'm not her anymore.
I'm just me.
I'm better.
I don't know what that means.
Please go.
Go.
I'm sorry, Ian.
I am.
It's not your fault.
I know exactly who to blame.
You will pay!
Nice work on Bethany, doctor. You must be very proud.
But guess what. I couldn't care less.
She means nothing to me... nothing.
She's a filler. She's a stand-in.
You see, unlike you, I don't need friends.
I don't need support.
So let's get one thing straight...
if you think for one second
you're gonna get rid of me that easily, think again.
I'm not some tumor. I'm not going anywhere.
We'll see about that.
Ready, Jason?
Ready.
Are you seeing the images?
Focus in on the temporal lobe, just like Bethany.
Come on, goose, talk to me.
There's nothing there.
Well, concentrate on the hypothalamus.
Keep looking.
I'll look every day if you want me to,
I'll keep up the hope, but...
I'm so sorry.
Who is the best assistant ever?
I got 'em.
Two... Phillies game, Diamond Club tickets, today.
They're yours. You're not even gonna believe...
Do you remember that peripheral neuropathy
from two years ago... Bud Jacobs?
Turns out he's old golfing buddies
with one of the assistant managers...
Okay, you're not listening. That's fine.
Here are the tickets. They're all yours.
Enjoy. Have fun.
So, with your mood swings, it was like a tug-of-war?
Exactly.
Yeah, but now I feel like I know who I am for the first time,
which is terrifying.
Well, it's an adjustment.
But you're on the right path, and you're gonna flourish.
I know it.
- There she is. - Dr. Cole.
- Hi. How are you feeling? - Much better.
- Good. I'm glad. - Thank you...
- for everything. - You're very welcome.
That's why I'm here.
I'm gonna check in with you later,
and we'll talk then, okay?
But right now you're in excellent hands.
Okay, mom, if I'm gonna move in with you,
I need you to be honest with me.
Has your cooking gotten any better?
Mildly.
Well, actually, no, not really.
But I do know how to order in.
Well I love Chinese food.
So, Abby...
the night that you O.D.'d...
Oh, mom, do we really have to talk about that now?
I'm sure my future parole officer will want me...
Were you doing cocaine with someone else?
Was it a doctor?
Was it Dr. Cole?
Lena.
You are not gonna believe where I'm going right now.
Um, the opera.
I would be more into that if they served beer and franks.
No, the game... Phillies/Mets.
- Oh, amazing. Wow. - Yeah.
And where are your seats, Lena?
- Oh, I'm so glad you asked. - Where are your seats?
- Behind home plate. - Oh!
Tickets were completely sold out.
Rob scored some Diamond Club seats
from a former patient.
He didn't even remember the guy. Speaking of.
I didn't even know he liked baseball.
Listen, I'm gonna take pics.
I will send them to you. Feel free to be jealous.
Hey, have fun.
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