Meet Tammy "Armageddon" Jenkins...
fighter with a busted wing.
I thought wrestling was scripted.
It's not wrestling. It's MMA.
If you'd ever seen me fight, you'd know it's all real.
Okay.
Um...
Whoa. You seem to have a, um, dislocated elbow.
Can you move your fingers?
Give me a thumbs up.
And an "okay" sign.
I'd prefer a K.O.
So you had a fight tonight?
And I would have won,
but my opponent lied, told the ref I tapped out.
But you didn't?
I bumped her leg, and she said I gave the sign to quit.
Okay, we're gonna give you 10 milligrams of ketamine,
and, uh, this should give you a slight out-of-body feeling.
Oh, I have to pee clean for my next fight.
You'll be fine.
Okay.
I am going to pop your elbow back in.
Just relax. Try not to fight me.
Trust me, if I was fighting you, you'd know it.
Aah!
Okay.
And that's in.
Call me Kara.
- Ouch. - Shh!
What?
- - That's a nasty cut. I think that's Kara.
Will I need a plastic surgeon?
No, but you may need an eyebrow pencil.
I'm trying to break into the movies.
That's Kara. That's her.
What are you doing? Hey.
Where are you going?
I did not tap out!
Seriously? You want a rematch?
Let's go.
What about your arm, Armageddon?
Hey!
- Call security! - I only need one.
Woman over P.A.: - Code white, emergency department. Whoa! whoa, whoa, whoa!
Code white, emergency department.
- Okay, okay! - Code white.
- I tap! - Stop!
I'm tapping out!
Hey! Hey! All right!
That's the difference between all of you and me!
The day I tap out is the day I die!
Here. Drink this.
Alex, you were great.
That cop totally bought it.
- What are you doing? - I'm calling your mom.
No, no, no. Please, please, please.
If she finds out, she'll kill me.
Molly, I can't not call her.
- She's my friend. - Come on.
You know how she is.
- Mm-hmm. - Yeah.
Um, how about I sleep on the couch,
and then I will head home in the morning?
She already thinks I'm sleeping at Jenn's.
You are unbelievable.
Where is she?
- Mom? - I am, unfortunately.
Dana, I was trying to call you.
- I used the find my phone app. - You bugged my phone?!
Oh, you are so busted.
So, she's your go-to fantasy mom?
No, I just didn't want the police waking you up.
No. So, instead, you chose to wake up Alex.
She's like my cool aunt.
Well, you owe her an apology.
- For what? - For implicating her in all of this.
Dana, I'm okay.
You know, getting drunk
isn't exactly a major felony, mom.
Lying to the police is lying to the police, kiddo.
You did it.
Remember when you got hammered
and you threw that rock right through our front window?
- That was different. - How?
- I don't know. It just was. - Oh, wait!
Don't play the cancer card too early, mom.
See that?
See how she has this amazing ability
to jujitsu any situation?
- She learned from the best. - She what...
What is that supposed to mean?
Where'd you get the booze, huh?
Was it that Greyson kid?
The one who cleans his ears with his car keys?
Why do you have to get to the bottom of everything?
- Because this is serious. - Alex, I'm gonna be sick.
Bedroom.
Isn't this fun?
Yeah.
12 years old,
and she legs it across town just to give me a hug before surgery.
- - Yeah? Mm-hmm.
Well, there's a lot of healing power in a hug.
Dr. Bell is the one who's gonna fix my heart.
I am. And this is Dr. Larouche. He will be assisting me.
You guys can call me Rian.
You said it was nothing, and now you need two doctors to fix it?
Well, an aneurysmectomy is a complicated procedure.
How complicated?
You already have a pacemaker and take six pills a day.
Well, there's a piece of muscle on my heart that isn't working,
and these doctors are gonna fix it.
How?
Well, I'm gonna take that piece of the heart that's not working,
and I'm gonna snip it out
so that the rest of the heart can do its job.
Don't worry. We'll... we'll stitch it right back up.
Your mother's heart will be a lot better afterwards.
Well, right now, I'm just her foster mother,
but we put the paperwork in to make it official, didn't we?
- Yep. - Yeah.
So she needs to live.
Of course I'm gonna live, right?
I'm highly confident.
That's not a yes.
You can't do this...
not if there's a 1% chance that you can die.
You can't.
Understand, I'm all the support she has in the world.
You did okay in there.
Yeah, well, uh...
She reminds me of my sister.
Yeah, I'm not really interested.
Okay, I'll see you in the O.R.
Can you move your fingers?
Give me a thumbs up.
An "okay" sign.
Yeah, déjÃ vu.
What were you thinking?
From now on, you do not fight
unless you're getting paid.
How'd that floor taste? You want another bite?
Tammy! I'm getting tired of your trash talk.
Can you close that curtain, please?
Noelle trains both of us.
You know, when you get beat by someone with one arm,
it's time to quit.
This is just a stepping stone for me.
Tammy thinks that makes me an affront to the sport.
Well, you both seem a little high-strung to me.
She calls me a drama queen.
You should see her after a fight.
She collapses onto the canvas
like she's given it all she's got.
Crowd just eats it up.
I'm gonna keep you for observation, Kara.
A quick word?
We can keep them separated for now,
but, um, this rivalry seems to be problematic.
Well, there's nothing wrong with a little healthy competition.
Yeah, I think the key word there is "healthy."
And, uh, Tammy over there
doesn't seem to know when to stop.
No, she doesn't.
Most of our hospital fights involve you and Joel.
I've never really seen anything like that before.
Hey, you ever hear of grade your M.D.?
Yes.
Yeah, I made the mistake of finding out my score.
Well, no one ever likes their E.R. doctor.
The only review I have on there is "awful."
What did it say?
"Awful."
Except it was misspelled with an "h"... "hawful."
- What's your number? - 12. What's yours?
3 1/2.
Yeah, that's...
- Hawful. - Hawful. Yeah.
So, I, um, paged psych, spoke to three police officers,
and, um, filled out an incident report.
So, next time you're angry,
why don't you try just counting backwards from 50?
50, 49, 48, 47, 46...
Can I get some gauze here, please?
You know, it's the old
she tells me she's sleeping at Jenn's, and...
and Jenn tells her parents that she's sleeping over at your place.
Exactly.
And I have to say, it... it's not that...
that she got caught. I mean
hell, that's a rite of passage.
It's that she didn't call me.
- Maybe she just panicked. - I guess, but...
I mean, seriously.
Am I that intimidating?
Uh, a little bit.
Though, I tell you, I find out this Greyson kid was part of it,
and I will hunt him down and I will teach him chivalry.
Okay, see, now, that is a little bit scary.
You want?
No, I'm good.
Actually, I am going to go check on Molly.
Great. While cool auntie does that,
battle-ax mommy's gonna swill chardonnay
and snoop on her phone.
Get... get that out of my face.
So, do you remember hitting your head
or, more likely, your head getting hit?
Please.
Kara can't even hurt my feelings.
Listen, at the risk of having my nose flattened, um,
maybe if you could rein in your emotions,
you'd be a more disciplined fighter.
- I do what I do. - And you don't care what people think?
Come on.
Wanting to be liked is one of the most primal things there is.
The need to breathe when you're in a triangle choke...
that's primal.
You always been this, uh, cheerful?
My old man was a drunk,
took his failures out on mom.
I trained three years to stop him, and I did.
Now he hates my guts,
and you know how that makes me feel?
Great.
You sore?
- Yeah. - Well, get comfortable
'cause I'm putting you on concussion watch
for the next 24 hours.
Come on.
Kara never landed a punch.
Listen, I don't mean to alarm you,
but, uh, a second impact before an earlier concussion subsides
can be catastrophic.
It's just a nosebleed. I always get nosebleeds.
Tammy, no one should always get nosebleeds.
I'm being sued.
We're doctors. It goes with the job.
Yeah, but this guy hasn't even left the hospital yet.
He's my patient in bed 2.
Presumably, he has a name.
That would imply he's human.
Elliot Stout.
He's one of these bay street litigators
who they keep locked up in a cage.
Well, we have our own lawyers,
and they'll defend you vigorously.
Honestly...
I think he's only staying alive out of sheer spite.
Okay, you might not want to let your inner voice talk out loud.
Come up and meet him. I'm not exaggerating.
The guy's a life-support system for a bad mood.
Mr. Stout? Dawn Bell, chief of surgery.
Well...
I'd be charmed if I wasn't so fatally ill.
And yet you still find time to work.
This isn't work. This is by way of being a hobby.
I understand that you served Dr. Tolliver with legal papers.
After 10 days in residence with no sign of improvement,
I'd be remiss not to.
Mr. Stout, if you had questions about your care,
you could have spoken with me.
I find it so much easier to get answers from people
when they're under oath.
C. difficile is a very difficult bug to manage...
hence the name "difficult."
- I've read the literature. - Well, then you'll know
that Dr. Tolliver is an expert in its containment and cure,
so suing her is shortsighted.
You're right.
That's why I've decided to sue you, too.
Your legal notice is there in the printer tray.
Speaking, as we say, without prejudice,
I might be persuaded to drop my suit
should an internal inquiry discover who stole my pillows.
Your pillows?
I want them returned.
They were mother's.
You can't go in there.
I got him a yogurt.
Catch.
Well, is he gonna drop the lawsuit?
Any chance you could put him in a medically induced coma?
Don't think I haven't thought of it.
Yeah, your patient's head C.T.... it's clear.
So, no sign of concussion?
No.
Okay. So, tell me.
What was the temperature on your thermometer?
My what?
Your hotness score.
Shahir, what the hell are you talking about?
Grade your M.D....
the little icon in the bottom right of the screen.
Right here. Look.
Patients rate your hotness.
I got "smokin' surgeon."
I'm smokin', Charlie.
- You are smokin'... - Mm-hmm. Thank you.
- Something. - Hmm?
Dr. Harris, you have to come with me.
It's your cage fighter.
I've got big guns on a normal day, but this is absurd.
Okay.
Aah.
There's no pulse.
- Is that a joke? - There must be arterial damage.
We've got to restore blood flow, or she's gonna lose the arm.
I'll book an O.R.
You're gonna cut my arm off?
- Not if I can help it. - Aah!
I'm not getting in that thing.
Tammy, you can't walk to the O.R.
No, I'm serious.
Get that thing away from me.
My legs are fine.
You want me to kick you in the liver to prove it?
How's she doing?
- Fragile. - Hmm.
Well, she's in there denouncing me.
Nope.
Really? 'Cause you were in there for a while.
We were throwing up.
What?
Yeah. We took turns holding each other's hair back,
which would have been sweet if it wasn't so disgusting.
I know her excuse. What's yours?
I thought you might have guessed by now.
You aren't.
I am.
Oh, Alex, that's so great!
I mean, it is, right? You're happy?
Yeah, I mean, after I got over the shock,
I-I'm really happy.
Ohh, honey, congratulations.
Thank you.
So...
who's the hmm-hmm?
An orthopedic surgeon.
Do he... does they... do they know?
No.
You're the first person I told,
which makes it feel so much more real.
Oh.
Well, it's just gonna get realer and realer.
Yeah, I-I kind of can't wait.
She's in her happy place.
So, do you need me now?
Come back in a half hour. I got to get through the sternum first.
Sure thing.
Hey, uh, I think you have a little bit of an audience.
How did she get in there?
I don't know. I guess someone left the gallery door unlocked.
Yeah, well, she can't be up there.
What's her name again?
Giselle.
Giselle, you need to come down from there, okay?
I'll get her.
Whoever left that gallery door unlocked...
there's a reward for their head.
This isn't how I ever imagined it...
you know, doing it on my own.
But it's happened, and I can do it, right?
Of course you can do it.
I just keep hearing my mom's voice saying,
"you can't have it all."
A job and a kid is not having it all.
It's just two things.
And besides, you won't be alone. You have phenomenal friends.
I do.
Speaking of which, um, I've been wanting to ask you.
Yeah?
Would you be my baby's godmother?
What the hell?
Molly?
Molly!
- She's locked herself in. Can you open that? - Hang on a second.
- Chill out, mom. - Oh, my god.
- Mom, you can't just barge in like that. - I'm sorry.
I got scared, all right?
Sorry, Alex. Uh, I-I broke your bowl.
You can't just take a bath in someone else's tub.
What are you thinking?
Can you just give me one minute?
A first-year resident ever spoke to me like that...
Yeah, they wouldn't make it to second year.
But with her, I don't know.
Somehow, it all goes out the window.
Ugh!
So, I think I figured you out, Tammy.
Oh, yeah?
Yep. You're the heel, right?
People cheer to see me lose. You got it.
Well, this is a hospital, not the octagon.
Are you on grade your M.D.?
Oh, good lord. Why?
Cut off my arm,
let's just say I won't be able to score you above a 5.
We're ready to put you under now, Tammy.
Knock me out.
I bet you've never said that before.
Hey, doc.
Don't let me lose my arm.
I always watch out for her.
I called the ambulance this time
even though she told me it was just a cramp.
And you did the right thing.
So, why can't I watch?
We never let family watch. It's a little too emotional.
Well, I can hack it.
But I can't do my job with you looking over my shoulder.
Do you understand?
Mr. Stout told me it was my right, and he's a lawyer.
Mr. Stout does not control the policy in this hospital. I do.
And you can't stay.
Okay, I'll wait out here.
You know, it's a pretty long operation.
Where are you staying while Leila's in here?
It's called, like, a respite house or something.
It's run by the city.
- Do you have 20 bucks? - What for?
- Put her in a cab. - No, no, no, no, no.
You can't put a 12-year-old in a cab. It's after midnight.
- No, no, no, no, no, no. I'll drive her. - But I need you.
I'll be back before you're through the sternum.
Don't worry. Don't worry.
Let's go.
You pick your cards right, I'm gonna let you pick the music.
Her face is flushed.
That still can't be from the fight.
It could be mat burn. In MMA, you go down,
- and they just keep hitting you. - Mm.
Kind of like life.
He's in a bad mood because of his grade your M.D. scores.
No, I'm not, actually.
It only takes one bad review to mess with your head.
Imagine 23.
Want to boost your score? Do what I do.
Create fake accounts and rate yourself.
All your patients are unconscious, Wayne.
If I'm doing my job well.
Oh, this isn't good.
The skin should bounce back. Hers is like butter.
Uh, we've got a bigger problem. She's bleeding.
It's coming from her G.I. tract.
Pulse erratic. She's going into shock.
What the hell is happening?
Like I said...
the day I tap out is the day I die.
So, I text Bri, and I tell her I'm looking to party.
And she tells me to call Riley,
and I'm like, "well, who's Riley?"
So I call the number, and I'm like,
"Riley, I hear there's a party."
And since I mentioned Bri's name,
she tells me the where and when.
It's all about trust, right?
Right.
Are you high?
What?
No.
Look at me.
I said look at me.
Her eyes are pinned.
So I smoke a bit. It's nothing.
No, your pupils are pinned, not dilated.
It's not weed. What are you taking?
It's like your glass of wine after dinner.
You don't have any opiates in your bathroom cabinet, do you?
- Absolutely not. - I didn't steal Alex's drugs.
The other day when Maggie said you stole those pills...
- I didn't! - I don't believe you!
- All right, that's it. We are going home. - Mom, relax.
No, you go and you get your stuff right now
because we are going.
No! Stop!
I'm not going anywhere with you. You're so judgmental!
Molly, you get back here!
Still want me to be your baby's godmother?
Why are you leaving the cage?
I can't operate on your arm if you're not stable,
so what aren't you telling me?
Nothing.
In surgery,
a patient's body should produce steroids naturally,
but if they've been taking them...
You want to hit me?
- What's the matter? - I can't make a fist.
This can't be happening.
You're gonna lose the arm if we don't help each other.
If I can't fight, there's no point.
Where are you going?!
If you won't help me, I'll find someone who will.
Was Tammy taking steroids or drugs of any kind?
No.
Look, I'm not gonna rat on you.
We're just running out of time to save the arm.
Do what you got to do.
After tonight, no matter what happens, I am done with her.
What?
I gave her the best years of my life.
What about her future?
She has no future.
Look, I can save the arm
if we can just figure out what's wrong with her.
What's wrong with her is that nobody likes her.
Her only shtick is collapsing after every fight.
It wears thin.
She collapses, and she can't get up?
She can't, won't, doesn't want to. I don't know.
It's not my problem.
You mean she can't get up?
No, I can't.
Okay, the moment of truth.
Let's take her off of bypass.
Okay. Leaving blood.
We're down to half full.
Her heart's not picking up the slack.
This isn't gonna work. Let's put her back on bypass.
Wait. Should we just give her some more time?
I've been down this road before. This heart is toast.
What... what if we zap it?
It's not gonna work.
But her numbers are stabilizing.
Her ejection fraction is less than 15.
Her heart is too damaged.
There's got to be another way.
The only way to save her is to rip out her heart.
I don't have a problem, okay?
She's gonna blow this
way out of proportion like she always does.
She makes everything her problem to solve.
I'm her problem to solve.
- She's just trying to help. - I don't need help.
I think you might.
I thought you were on my side.
Molly, if you're stealing drugs, you need help.
I can't talk to her about anything.
Have you tried?
My teeny, tiny, little life
means nothing when she could die.
Molly, she's not gonna die.
She's cancer-free.
Chances are I'm gonna get it, too,
so might as well party while I can.
Well, you can't hide out in here.
You need to talk to your mom.
Why are you being so hard on me?
Because I'm not your cool aunt.
Yeah, well, I liked you better when you were.
How's she doing?
Stable.
Okay, round two. Surgery back on.
How do we know she won't crash again?
Because now we know she's been taking prednisone for lupus.
Am I right? Right?
Right.
Let's give her a stress dose of corticosteroids.
Then we can save her arm.
There's nothing in her medical history that suggests lupus.
That's because she's been hiding it.
Nosebleeds, stiffness, butterfly rash... they're all symptoms.
But there's no definitive test for lupus.
It's a diagnosis of exclusion.
I was diagnosed when I was 15.
They told me I'd never get out of a wheelchair.
- Yeah, I'm sure. - How?
Just am.
Okay.
If you're not crazy... and that's a big if...
her arm has been without blood flow
for just way too long.
What can I tell you?
She's a fighter.
Loupes.
So, still searching her phone?
You know what I've been thinking?
She's not getting the opiates from school,
so where are they coming from, right?
I can, uh...
Maybe now is not the time to fix it.
What do you mean?
It's just maybe she needs you to be with her, you know?
Let her know that you're still here.
Yeah.
That saphenous vein is paper-thin.
Yeah, I can see that.
I wouldn't stress your rating.
Though, you may be wondering why mine is so high.
I am 29. It's the most popular age.
It's when you have the most friends.
They say it's all downhill from there.
Thank you. You can stop comforting me now.
Diameter wide enough?
Let's find out.
Okay. Releasing the clamp.
Watch for pulsatile arterial flow.
- That's a good-looking artery. - Mm.
So, who is the highest-rated surgeon at Hope Zion?
Don't need to know.
Doesn't need to know.
Joel?
It's the accent.
Kills a guy, and he's still employee of the month.
Molly?
Hey, sweetheart.
Can, um... can we...
Molly.
Molly. Oh, my god.
Alex!
- What? - Oh, my god!
Oh, my god. Molly.
Dana. Dana, you have to clear her airway, okay?
And then keep her awake.
This is Dr. Alex Reid.
I need an ambulance to 1119 Queen West, apartment 508.
Oh, my god. She's burning up.
Where are you going?
I'm getting ice.
She's O.D.'d.
My guess... heroin. She's hyperthermic.
Checking.
She's tachycardic.
Her breathing's shallow. Just get here.
Molly, honey, you got to stay with me, okay?
Look at me. Molly, come on, honey.
We got to cool her down, Alex.
Dana, what are you doing?
We got to cool her down now.
She's gonna go into shock. What?
I've got to do something.
It's okay.
- The ambulance is coming, okay? - Oh, god.
It's gonna be all right.
There's nothing we can do until it gets here.
- Baby, come on, come on, come on. - She's gonna be all right.
What's happened to me?
What's this tube?
That is an LVAD.
It's a left ventricle assist device.
It's helping your heart to beat.
I thought you were confident.
I wasn't able to do the procedure that I'd hoped.
There was too much decay.
Am I gonna have this forever?
Nope.
It's just temporary until we can get you a donor heart.
A transplant?
Yep.
I-I have to...
I have to find someone to take Giselle.
You're young.
You're a priority candidate.
I gave up my own.
I was 16 and so stupid.
So stupid.
I never thought I'd get another chance,
and then Giselle...
came to my door.
I think that you need to plan on being here for a while.
Leila, hope is a big part of recovery.
- Okay. - Okay?
She took it pretty well.
They usually do.
You were really great in there, by the way.
- Thank you. - Especially with the kid.
Hmm.
Your sister will be proud.
Yeah, she, um...
she died.
What?
Yeah.
Yeah, she... yeah, she died.
What was her name?
Teresa.
So...
She was 11 years old when she passed.
Uh, cystic fibrosis.
I, um, got this tattoo to remember her.
And kind of became a doctor, too.
Did you just flex your bicep to impress me?
No.
You will be fine.
At ease, Larouche.
Okay, maybe a little bit.
Tox screen says that the heroin was cut with fentanyl.
Should we give her 2 more milligrams of naloxone?
Kind of pushing the envelope here.
I mean, if we give her any more, she could go hypertensive.
Th... there must be something else that we can do.
Zach handles this sort of thing every day.
Yeah, I'm...
I just feel so powerless.
I know.
Right now, all we can do is wait.
Yeah.
I'll wait with you.
Thank you.
You sure about this?
I've always looked up to Tammy...
often literally from the mat.
The way Noelle trash-talked her like that
when she was down...
I guess it made me realize
that neither of us have anyone in our corner,
except each other.
Tammy, you have a visitor.
You have pay-per-view in here?
Kara.
You've come to gloat.
I've come to tell you
that you'd better hurry up and get back in the octagon.
It could be awhile.
Yeah, well...
until then, how about you train me?
What about Noelle?
I had to let her go.
She's a bit of a heel.
So it's safe to leave you two alone awhile?
Yeah.
Hey.
Thanks.
Man over P.A.: Dr. Connolly, please call recovery room.
Dr. Connolly, please call recovery room.
Do you have something you'd like to tell me?
No.
Dr. Larouche drove you home.
Yeah.
I snuck out, came back.
Is leila up yet?
What do you say we let her sleep until morning, okay?
It's quite the bed you've made here.
Kind of lumpy.
Did you steal these pillows?
They can't be stolen if they haven't left the hospital.
Giselle, have you been living here this whole time?
No.
Just the past two days.
You can't sleep here.
Mom.
Yeah, pet. I'm here. I'm right here.
I'm sorry.
No.
No, no. I am.
Sweetheart, I...
when I got sick, I, um... I don't know...
I put blinders on just to get through it.
And I stopped seeing...
other things...
important things.
I haven't been the best mom.
You were, and you are.
That's the problem.
Molly.
Do you know how hard it is being your daughter?
You're smart. You're beautiful.
So are you.
And you go to work and you save a burn victim,
and then you come home and whip up dinner.
You're perfect,
and I'm not.
- You are. - I'm not.
You are to me.
And you always have been, from the day you were born.
And that's never gonna change,
so don't try to convince me otherwise.
Don't even try.
I ca... I can't lose you.
I'm not going anywhere.
Well, actually, you are
because as soon as you are out of here,
you're gonna go to rehab.
- Mom. - No. Nonnegotiable...
just like my love for you.
Oh, angel.
Mr. Stout.
I found these.
I had them laundered.
I'm still suing you.
Like a ghost town in here.
You have no idea.
I hear that Tammy "Armageddon" owes you a rave review.
That's awesome.
I do what I do.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, well, get here when you can.
No, she's fine.
Really, she's all right.
Okay. Bye-bye.
- Molly's dad? - Yep.
I just figured I'd spread the worry around.
Does it ever end?
Never.
Never, not from the day they're born.
This is the safest your child will ever be.
Don't let tonight fool you,
really, because most of the time...
It's the best thing ever.
You're gonna be a great mom.
And about that thing you asked earlier...
I would be honored to be your baby's godmother.
Hey.
I heard about, uh, Dana's daughter.
Yeah crazy night.
Yeah, crazy-crazy kid.
I'm pregnant, Charlie.
I'm sorry. I-I couldn't figure out how else to tell you.
Well, hey...
More Alex Reid... that can't be a bad thing, right?
Charlie, we're gonna need you.
Got to go.
Joel.
Uh, can you call me back?
There's something that I need to tell you.
Okay, bye.
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