"Other People's Children" General Hospital: Night Shift Transcript Tuesday 7/29/08

General Hospital: Night Shift Transcript Thursday 7/29/08


"Other People's Children"
Written by Tamar Laddy

Provided By Suzanne
Proofread by Gisele

Previously on Night Shift...

Patrick: Robin, don't do this to me. You're sleeping with the chief of staff.

Leo: That not too bad for an intern.

Saira: I'm not an intern. Dr. Saira Batra, visiting fellow.

Patrick: Where did you come from, anyway? Kyle Julian, do you guys know each other?

Kyle: Barely.

Leo: We're brothers.

Toussaint: I'm here to interview for that new job.

Patrick: Why the hell is there a half-naked man coming out of your bedroom?

Jagger: Sorry about that.

Robin: This is Jagger.

Jagger: There's someone I want you to meet. This is my son, Stone.


Epiphany: Dr. Drake! I need ten minutes of your time to run the list.

Patrick: Do you like pastrami, Epiphany?

Epiphany: Not particularly.

Patrick: I do, because it reminds me of lunch, a meal I haven't had in three days.

Epiphany: The list?

Patrick: What have you got?

Epiphany: Room 9 needs to go to the O.R. for a femur fracture, but the O.R. is refusing until they clear a bed in recovery. For that, they need the beds in I.C.U.

Patrick: That's unacceptable.

Epiphany: Couldn't agree with you more. Now normally I would go to administration with all this, but seeing that that's you now... good luck.

Patrick: Thank you.

Epiphany: Bein' chief is fun, isn't it?

Patrick: Fun.

Kyle: He urinated in my bedroom.

Claire: Ugh. Who?

Kyle: My roommate Bill.

Claire: The hot one?

Kyle: Claire, the only reason you think he's hot is because he blew you off.

Claire: He did not blow me off.

Kyle: He called you "The Sponge" because you suck. And not in a good way.

Claire: I thought we had a connection.

Kyle: So last night, I'm asleep, exhausted. And I wake up at like, 4:00, to the sound of water falling.

Claire: Oh, God.

Kyle: Yeah. And at first I'm like, you know, that's really nice, you know, like, falling asleep next to a waterfall. But then I'm like, wait a minute, we live in Port Charles. So unless my apartment suddenly floated down river in the middle of the night...

Claire: Please tell me it wasn't Hot Bill.

Kyle: It wasn't. It was Drunk Bill.

Claire: Ugh.

Kyle: I opened my eyes, and there he is, sitting in my chair, relieving himself all over my bedroom floor.

Claire: Shut up. What'd you do?

Kyle: What could I do? I threw a bottle of lotion at him and told him to get the hell out of my room.

Claire: Why lotion?

Kyle: It was all I had handy.

Claire: Why did you have a bottle of lotion... ugh!

Kyle: Straight men should not be allowed to live in an unsupervised environment.

Claire: Well, at least you have four walls and a door.

Kyle: What, you're still couch surfing?

Claire: Yeah. I'd give my left breast for an apartment with three hardwood floors.

Kyle: That's a pretty sizeable offer.

Claire: You know what... I bet if we look together, we could find a killer two-bedroom.

Kyle: Roommates?

Claire: What do you say?

Kyle: You had me at "hardwood floors."

Claire: Awesome.

Leo: You're looking lovely this evening, dr. Batra.

Saira: Thank you.

Leo: You know, I'd be happy to take one or two of those cases off your hands, give you some time to settle in.

Saira: Let me guess how this plays out...you swoop in to help me and I start to feel all warm and fuzzy inside about it. You buy me coffee. We bond over our shared love of medicine, and before the week's out, we're sneaking off to the on call room for a pre-op quickie?

Leo: I'd say the third floor supply closet's a bit more private.

Saira: Someone's been watching too much Grey's Anatomy.

Leo: Hey, I was just offering to do you a favor.

Saira: And when you say "favor," I'm supposed to swoon at the obvious double entendre, right?

Leo: Swoon is a little dramatic. I'd settle for a quiver.

Saira: I don't do this.

Leo: Are we doing something?

Saira: Yeah, and I don't do it.

Leo: But we are, according to you, so I guess you do.

Saira: No, I don't.

Leo: And yet, here you are, continuing to do it.

Saira: I'm not.

Leo: You just did.

Saira: I didn't.

Leo: You still are.

Saira: I'll be in the doctor's lounge if anyone needs me, quivering and swooning.

[Indistinct chatter]

Epiphany: You don't have a prayer.

Stone: My friend Jake, one time he ate macaroni and cheese and then stuffed his mouth really big, and then opened it up, like this...

Robin: Oh! [Laughs] Remember the mac and cheese they used to serve at Kelly's?

Jagger: Oh, yeah.

Robin: Remember? You and Stone lived on that stuff.

Stone: No, I didn't.

Robin: Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie. I wasn't talking about you. I was talking about, um, your Uncle Stone.

Stone: You knew my uncle?

Robin: Yeah.

Stone: What was he like?

Robin: UM... well, let's see. Um, he was really brave. Probably the bravest man I ever met.

Stone: And?

Robin: Ha ha. And...

Jagger: Well, he was a troublemaker like someone else I know. Now listen, we gotta get going, because Aunt Robin has got to get ready for work, ok?

Robin: Well, just stay for dessert. I've got cupcakes.

Stone: Ooh, can we, can we, please?

Jagger: Well, I'll tell you what. If you clean up all your toys next door, then maybe Aunt Robin can make you a cupcake to go.

Stone: Ok.

Jagger: All right? [Exhales]

Robin: He's amazing.

Jagger: Thank you.

Robin: No, seriously. I think I'm in love.

Jagger: Well, your boyfriend might have a problem with that.

Robin: [Chuckles] Could you please stay, just for a day or two? I want to take him to the science museum and then we can head into the city, go see the lion king. If it's not too late to get tickets. I guess there's always the zoo.

Jagger: Hey, easy there. There's no-- there's no rush.

Robin: Well, I just--I want to spoil him, you know, like good aunts do. So how long do I have before you head back to San Francisco?

Jagger: Well, actually I've been thinking about that. And I made a decision. I think we're going to move back to Port Charles.

Robin: Oh.

Kyle: Watch where you're going.

Leo: I don't know what they taught you at that medical school of yours--

Kyle: Harvard!

Leo: But in the real world, interns are expected to show a modicum of respect to their superiors.

Kyle: Oh, right, me, lowly intern. You, God-like attending. Point taken, moving on.

Leo: Out of all the hospitals in the continental U.S., you had to choose mine.

Kyle: Well, it's funny, I didn't see a statue of you anywhere around here.

Leo: It's being polished.

Kyle: Believe me... if I had any say in the matter, I'd be climbing the stairs at Johns Hopkins right now, but thanks to a computer-generated matching program, I have been sentenced to 3 years in purgatory with you.

Leo: Assuming you make it that far.

Kyle: [Scoffs] I'm not going anywhere.

Leo: You got that right.

Kyle: Look, let's just try to make the best of this. I'll stay out of your way if you stay out of mine.

Leo: Fine.

Kyle: 1, 2, 3, shoot. Thank you. Ass face.

Robin: I've been meaning to ask you...where's his mom?

Jagger: Oh, she's not in the picture anymore.

Robin: Oh. Ok.

Jagger: You know, Port Charles is the closest thing I ever had to a home. Then I was thinking, you know, why don't we move back? And then I saw you, pregnant, starting your own family.

Robin: [Laughs]

Jagger: God...

Robin: Yeah. The idea of our kids growing up together is pretty cool. Like cousins.

Jagger: Yeah. You know what, I gotta go. I gotta meet the babysitter back at the hotel.

Robin: Well, but... why don't you just have her come here? I mean, I'm working the graveyard shift all week, and I mean, I would love to have Stone around.

Jagger: Are you sure?

Robin: Absolutely.

Jagger: Thank you for everything.

Robin: Welcome home.

Leo: I see you've been experiencing some abdominal pain? When did the cramping start?

Mrs. Hopkins: Since this afternoon. Usually, antacids help, but today it's worse.

Leo: If you put the crossword aside I can take a look, hmm?

Mrs. Hopkins: Do you pray?

Leo: Excuse me?

Mrs. Hopkins: Do you pray?

Leo: Like, to God?

Mrs. Hopkins: Oh, I don't care what you call him. God, Buddha, Allah. You can pray to your bowl of cornflakes for all I care.

Leo: Um, no. I can't say that I do.

Mrs. Hopkins: Never?

Leo: I don't think that's any of your business.

Mrs. Hopkins: Well, then, you won't be putting your hands on me.

Leo: I beg your pardon?

Mrs. Hopkins: I'd like to see another doctor, please.

Robin: Hey. Well, I think you should know, I'm in love with another man.

Patrick: Excuse me?

Robin: I am. He's shorter than you, he talks with his mouth full, but I asked him to move in with me.

Patrick: Uh...

Robin: Stone?

Patrick: Stone?

Robin: Yes. If my maternal instincts weren't kicking before, they certainly are now.

Gary: My daughter, she can't breathe!

Kayla's Mother: Somebody help us, please!

Patrick: Put her in a trauma room.

Robin: What happened?

Gary: I don't know. My wife went in to check on her--

Kayla's Mother: I put her down a couple hours ago, and she was fine.

Gary: But when I got in there, she was barely breathing.

Patrick: How long has she had this rash?

Gary: Uh, a couple of days.

Kayla's Mother: We thought it was just sunburn or something.

Robin: It's not a sunburn.

Patrick: Bag her with 15 liters o2 and hook her up to the monitors.

Epiphany: I can't get a blood pressure.

[Both talking at once]

Epiphany: Ok, she's breathing on her own. Her stats are up 95%.

[Monitor beeping]

Robin: She's crashing.

Patrick: Get that suction over here, and get me that blood, now!

Robin: Come on, don't do this to me.

Kyle: A 24-year-old went camping last night and decided to keep the fire going by pouring gas onto it. Flash burns to his face, neck and hands. His airway is intact, but he's in a lot of pain.

Saira: What's your treatment plan?

Kyle: Well, I was going to order 5 milligrams of morphine, but then I thought, burn pain is incredibly well-controlled by acupuncture, right?

Saira: One needle, lateral foot.

Kyle: Just proximal to the head of the fifth metatarsal.

Saira: Not bad. Looks like someone's been doing his homework.

Leo: Please, if I could just do my job!

Mrs. Hopkins: I am sure you're very good at what you do, just the same, you're not laying a hand on me.

Leo: With all due respect, this is a hospital, not a church.

Mrs. Hopkins: I still want to see another doctor.

Saira: Hi. May I be of some assistance?

Leo: No.

Mrs. Hopkins: Yes.

Leo: Mrs. Hopkins here would prefer to be examined by someone who shares her belief in a higher power.

Mrs. Hopkins: I've seen my fair share of doctors. The ones who don't pray to God usually think they are God. No offense.

Saira: Mrs. Hopkins, would you like me to pray with you?

Leo: What?

Mrs. Hopkins: Yes. I--I would like that very much.

Saira: Why don't we sit and join hands. Ok.

Leo: You've got to be kidding me.

Saira: Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

Leo: Unbelievable.

[Monitor beeping]

Robin: Hmm. She looks like an angel.

Kayla's Mother: The rash is almost gone.

Gary: That's a good sign, right?

Robin: Um... your daughter has what's called aplastic anemia. That means that her bone marrow has lost the ability to create new cells. We were able to stop the bleeding and the rash with the transfusion, but Kayla's going to need a bone marrow transplant, ideally a genetic match. I'm assuming she was adopted.

Gary: Yeah, we brought her back from China.

Kayla's Mother: Yeah, she was just a couple months old.

Robin: Ok, does she have any siblings?

Gary: Not that we know of.

Robin: What about the birth parents? Do you have any way of contacting them?

Gary: It was a closed adoption.

Robin: Ok, um, give me the number of the adoption agency you used, and I will do everything I can to find something out. In the meantime, I'll place her on the recipient list for a bone marrow donation.

Gary: I want to be tested.

Robin: Yes, you both can. But her best chance for a successful transplant will be from a genetic match.


Robin: I'm so sorry. I know that this is a lot to take in, but... I want to do everything I can to save your daughter.

Kayla's Mother: Thank you.

Gary: Thank you.

P.A.: Dr. Pearson, emergency, please. Dr. Pearson.

Claire: Oh, my gosh!

Bobby: Pretty impressive, right?

Patrick: Get this guy a gown.

Bobby: Thank you, kind sir. And the name's Duncan. Bobby Duncan.

Trent: Genius here fell head-first into an empty swimming pool.

Patrick: You are?

Bobby: He's my sober buddy.

Trent: Sobriety coach.

Bobby: Yeah, dear old dad hired Trent to tail me 24/7 to make sure I stay on the up and up.

Patrick: Great job he's doing.

Bobby: You're lovely. Isn't she lovely?

Claire: There's bruising on the upper back and some scapular tenderness.

Bobby: You hear that? She thinks I'm tender.

Patrick: Ok, Trent, I'm going to need you to step outside while I examine Mr. Duncan.

Trent: No can do.

Bobby: He's like my ATM card. I don't go anywhere without him.

Patrick: Let me get this straight-- he gets paid to babysit you.

Bobby: I know, he's a total buzz kill. I'm much more fun one on one.

Claire: I'll take your word for it.

Trent: I'm not a baby-sitter. I'm a coach, to keep him clean.

Claire: I totally read about that. All the celebrities have them.

Trent: Tell me about it. You should see who I've got on speed dial.

Claire: Really? Sorry.

Patrick: Ok, he's going to need stitches, a C.T. head scan, metabolic panel, blood alcohol, and a C.B.C.

Bobby: I feel fine, doc. What I could really use is a side car. Let's go grab some cocktails, right?

Patrick: Sit down. Dr. Simpson's got a couple hours left on her shift, but if you're still conscious when she gets off, I'm sure she'd be happy to join you.

Bobby: Oh, you're worth staying conscious for.

P.A.: Dr. White, telephone please. Dr. White.

Patrick: How about you and me go to my office for a pastrami sandwich, huh?

Robin: Oh, is that what they're calling it these days?

Patrick: Yeah. Adoption agency?

Robin: Ah, yeah. Kayla needs a genetically-matched bone marrow transplant, and I cannot get in touch with the agency her parents used in china.

Patrick: Maybe because of the time difference.

Robin: No. Number's no good.

Patrick: Hmm.

Epiphany: Oh, my Lord.

Patrick: What?

Epiphany: Who's that?

Robin: Oh, that's my friend.

Epiphany: Girl, where you been hidin' him?

Robin: Hey, Jagger.

Jagger: Hey, I just went to the hotel to pick up some of Stone's stuff. I'll get the rest tomorrow.

Robin: Ok. Sure. Let me get you a key.

Jagger: Thanks.

Robin: Mm-hmm.

Patrick: So I hear Robin's going to have some houseguests for a little while?

Jagger: I hope we're not intruding. It's just money's a little tight, and the hotel--

Patrick: It's ok.

Jagger: Yeah?

Patrick: Our place is your place.

Jagger: Thank you.

Epiphany: Hi there.

Jagger: Hi.

Epiphany: Um, you know, I have a big ol' house all to myself, and if you--you feel that things are getting a little crowded over at--

Robin: Thank you, Epiphany, that's very generous of you.

Epiphany: Oh, well, you know, any friend of Robin's-- [Chuckles] is a friend of mine.

Patrick: Ok, Nurse Johnson. We got some work to do, huh?

Epiphany: Ok. Yeah.

Patrick: Yeah.

Epiphany: Well, it was A... it was nice meeting you.

Jagger: Nice to meet you, too.

Epiphany: Jagger. [Laughs]

Robin: [Chuckles] Sorry about that.

Epiphany: It's ok.

Robin: Here's your key.

Patrick: Yeah, I gotta run. Bye.

Robin: Bye.

Patrick: I'll see you later.

Jagger: So, this is it? This is where you save lives every day, huh?

Robin: Yeah. Or try to. Some days are harder than others.

Jagger: Look, I've been meaning to tell you, thanks for helping us out, ok?

Robin: Don't mention it.

Jagger: I'll try to figure out a way how to pay you back.

Robin: Ha ha. You know, actually, now that you mention it... there is something that you can do for me.

Stone: This one's sandstone. My dad and me found it at the beach near our house.

Robin: It's beautiful. So which one of these is your all-time favorite?

Stone: This one. It's called obsidian. It's from a volcano.

Robin: Wow. A volcano?

Stone: Mm-hmm.

Robin: So how do you know so much about these?

Stone: I don't know. I like them. And since my name's Stone, I should probably know about them.

Robin: Hmm, stones.

Stone: Yeah, 'cause otherwise that would be stupid. Like being named Stone and not even knowing anything about them.

Robin: Ha ha. True. I have to tell you, though, my name's Robin and I don't know anything about robins.

Stone: That's ok. You're not stupid.

Robin: [Laughs] Well, thank you. Oh, I like this one. This one's pretty.

Stone: No! They're all messed up!

Robin: Is something--I'm sorry. It's ok, sweetie, I can put it back. I should have asked first.

Stone: Oh!

Robin: Stone...

[Door slams]

Kyle: How about that apartment down by the docks?

Claire: Well, sure, let me just pack my bulletproof vest and I'm all over it. Are you insane? Kyle, people get killed in that neighborhood.

Kyle: It's totally up and coming.

Claire: It's totally mob-adjacent. I like the one on spring street.

Kyle: No can do. It's only got one bathroom.

Claire: So?

Kyle: So? I've lived with girls before. You'll be locked in there all night, plucking eyebrows and monopolizing counter space with cotton balls and moisturizing creams--

Claire: Ok. No one has more moisturizing cream than a gay man.

Kyle: Which is why I need my own... bathroom. Heads up, drunk boy six o'clock.

Claire: How do I look?

Kyle: I thought you weren't into him.

Claire: I'm not, but have you seen his upper body?


Leo: So I hear they need volunteers at the fifth floor chapel. Maybe you can squeeze in a shift when you're not honing in on my patients.

Saira: If this is about Mrs. Hopkins, I was just trying to alleviate a tense situation.

Leo: Thou shall not steal. That's the fifth commandment, right? I assume it applies to other doctor's patients, no?

Saira: That woman deserves a doctor who respects her faith.

Leo: I respect her faith. I just don't need to preach it.

Saira: Research has shown that prayer can reduce blood pressure and increase immunity.

Leo: Mrs. Hopkins has irritable bowel syndrome. What she needs is a prescription of lubiprostone, not false hope and a group hug.

Saira: There are plenty of herbal remedies for I.B.S.

Leo: Right. I'm sorry, I'm not a witch doctor.

Saira: Well, why don't we give her the options and let her decide?

Leo: You can have her.

Saira: Come on. Scared you'll lose? Scared she'll side with the witch doctor instead of the godless, pull-pushing heathen?

Leo: You know what, you're on.

Saira: I welcome the opportunity.

Leo: I'm glad we finally agree on something.

Saira: Oh, and stealing, it's the eighth commandment.

Leo: I knew that.

Robin: Hi.

Jagger: Hey.

Robin: Everything ok with Stone?

Jagger: Yeah, why?

Robin: Oh. Good. Uh, nothing. Never mind.

Jagger: Look, I put in a call to a friend of mine in Shanghai, and he did find that agency.

Robin: That's great, that's great. Thank you. Um, ok, so I will need them to fax me a copy of Kayla's records. Do you have the new phone number?

Jagger: Ah, well, actually, um, that agency is not in business anymore.

Robin: How come?

Jagger: They were shut down 2 years ago. Part of a sting operation in human trafficking.

Robin: Wait a second. You're not saying...

Jagger: Look, that little girl, she was smuggled illegally into this country.

Robin: Your contact, he's sure it's the same adoption agency?

Jagger: My friend led the investigation. That agency was able to smuggle hundreds of babies out of China.

Robin: Why do parents adopt children from a place like that?

Jagger: Most people have no idea what they're getting themselves into anymore.

Robin: Hmm. So what happens when the F.B.I. shuts them down?

Jagger: Well, we try to contact the families in the States. Phony agencies don't keep the best records, you know?

Robin: And if you are able to locate them?

Jagger: The child has to be returned to the home country, and we try to track down their biological parents.

Robin: I can't imagine that's easy to do.

Jagger: Well, the child has to stay in foster care until they do.

Robin: You didn't tell your contact about Kayla, did you?

Jagger: Not yet.

Robin: Listen, she could die without the right medical care. So please don't tell anyone about this.

Jagger: Look, Robin, I should have reported it already.

Robin: What if it were Stone? Would you want him halfway across the world, sick and alone?

Jagger: Of course not, but Kayla's parents deserve to know the truth.

Robin: And I'll tell them. Ok? I just...need a little bit of time.

Jagger: I can't give you much.

Kyle: Have you tried aloha, sunny salutation? Aloha?

Mrs. Hopkins: You're good at this. My Gerald--ah--he doesn't let anyone near his puzzle. Always does it in ink, too, to show off.

[Kyle chuckles]

Leo: Good evening, Mrs. Hopkins.

Mrs. Hopkins: Found Jesus, have we?

Saira: I asked Dr. Julian to join me so we could present you with all your options for treatment.

Kyle: Mrs. Hopkins' colonoscopy showed no signs of abnormality, which rules out colon cancer, ulcerative colitis, and Crohn's disease.

Mrs. Hopkins: So what do I have?

Saira: We believe you have irritable bowel syndrome.

Leo: But the good news is, I can write you a prescription, and you will be firing on all cylinders in no time.

Saira: Or, you can choose to take a more holistic approach. Peppermint oil has been shown to be highly effective in relaxing the intestinal muscles.

Leo: When it's not causing heart problems and kidney failure.

Saira: What Dr. Julian means to say is that herbal remedies, like any prescription drug, can be harmful when taken in excessive doses.

Leo: If Dr. Batra read the clinical trials, she'd be able to tell you that lubiprostone has a 71% success rate.

Saira: Both probiotics and partially hydrolyzed guar gum can be just as effective.

Leo: Partially hydrolyzed guar gum, really?

Saira: You can also cut out certain trigger foods from your diet--

Leo: And risk malnutrition and die.

Mrs. Hopkins: Quiet! The two of you are enough to irritate anyone's bowels.

Saira: But Mrs. Hopkins--

Mrs. Hopkins: No, no. I think I've heard enough of your bickering. Both of you, out.

Robin: I need to talk to you.

Patrick: I'm listening.

Robin: It's not that kind of talk.

Patrick: It never is. [Sighs]

Robin: You know that little girl Kayla?

Patrick: Yeah?

Robin: She was smuggled into the country.

Patrick: What?

Robin: I know, right? I have no idea what to do. I mean, she's in desperate need of a bone marrow transplant, and if she goes back to china, that's never going to happen.

Patrick: Do her parents know she was smuggled?

Robin: I don't know, probably not. Jagger says that the parents usually have no idea--

Patrick: Robin, Jagger--why does Jagger know about this?

Robin: Because he checked in on the agency for me.

Patrick: Do you realize what kind of liability this could be for the hospital?

Robin: Don't worry, he's not going to say anything until I decide what to do.

Patrick: Well, there's nothing to decide. We have to go to the authorities.

Robin: And risk her dying while everyone sorts through the diplomatic red tape? I mean, isn't it our responsibility to save her life?

Patrick: Yeah, of course, it's our responsibility, but not if we break the law. If the authorities find out that we knowingly withheld information, that's a huge problem for this hospital.

Robin: Wait a second. I wasn't coming to you as my boss. I was coming to you as my boyfriend, because I'm confused and I don't know what to do.

Patrick: Robin, that's not fair. You can't tell me something this huge and expect me not to say anything.

Robin: Um, yeah, I can. Because you're my boyfriend.

Patrick: And I'm also your boss.

Robin: Can you believe he pulled rank on me?

Saira: He is so not getting laid tonight.

Robin: Ever since he got this new job as chief, I swear...

Saira: Breathe.

Robin: [Exhales]

Saira: Breathe.

Robin: I mean, on the one hand, I do want to keep Kayla with her parents, but on the other hand, I can't help but wonder if her birth parents are looking for her. It's just that Patrick makes it seem so cut and dry when it is so not. It really sucks having your boyfriend as your boss.

Saira: Well, at least you have a boyfriend.

Robin: Wasn't there a computer geek or something?

Saira: Software engineer. Oh. Yeah, he went back to India to have an arranged marriage.

Robin: Oh.

Saira: And then invited me along on the honeymoon. Hey, what's the deal with Leo Julian?

Robin: Oh, he's a dog. Really, his ego is the size of Mount Rushmore.

Saira: Yeah, but I get the feeling that may all just be an act.

Robin: Somebody has a crush.

Saira: And that, my friend, is how rumors get started.

Robin: [Laughs] Saira's got a crush!

Saira: I do not.

Robin: You love him. You love him, don't you?

[Bones cracking]

Robin: Ow! Ow!

Saira: Say it again. Say it again.

Robin: Ok, uncle, uncle.

Saira: Just breathe. Shh, shh, shh.

EMT: We got a 42-year-old male. He fell approximately 20 feet onto some construction debris.

Patrick: Hey, buddy, I'm Dr. Drake. Tell me where it hurts the most.

Patient: My chest. I can't breathe.

Patrick: Ok, it's gonna be a little bit tough, but take a deep breath for me. Got crepitus all along the wall. Get me a thoracotomy tray and a 36 French tube.

Claire: Heart rate is 150.

Patrick: Ok, let's move. I said 36. This is 28, it's too small. We never use 28 in trauma patients, you know that. Where's your head?

Toussaint: I'm sorry. I should have listened more.

Epiphany: You screw up like this one more time, and I will have you back to mopping floors so fast that your head will spin! Get back to work.

Robin: Hi.

Kayla's Mother: Hi.

Robin: Hi, Kayla. So they're almost ready to do the transfusion.

Kayla's Mother: You know, I had a dream last night that the test came back and my bone marrow was a match.

Robin: We're doing everything we can to find her a donor.

Kayla's Mother: Is this your first?

Robin: Oh... yeah. Yeah, it is.

Kayla's Mother: Gary and I tried for years to get pregnant.

Robin: Well, mine was, um, unexpected.

Kayla's Mother: Looking back on it, I think it was always meant to be. You know, the miscarriages, the disappointments. I think it was all part of the journey to bring us to Kayla. She's the daughter we were always meant to have. Your life is about to change in the best way possible.

Robin: Thank you.

Kayla's Mother: So did you find out anything about the adoption agency?

Robin: Oh, um...

Kyle: Here. Let me take a look at that. Mrs. Hopkins, what--where did you get this paper?

Mrs. Hopkins: Oh, it's Gerald's. He loves the newspaper. Gets up at 5 a.m. every morning to read it cover to cover. Then he does the crossword on the train on the way to work.

Kyle: Well, why didn't he take this one to work?

Leo: Ladies first.

Saira: I insist, after you.

Leo: Why, so you can check out my ass?

Saira: Please, Dr. Julian, I just had dinner.

Kyle: I.B.S. can be linked to depression, right?

Saira: In some people, yes.

Leo: Mrs. Hopkins isn't depressed.

Kyle: Take a look at this paper. [Sighs]

Saira: Ok, what? This is her crossword puzzle--

Kyle: It's two years old.

Saira: What?

Kyle: It was delivered the day after her husband died, and she has been obsessing over the crossword puzzle ever since.

Saira: Call for a psych consult. Good work, Dr. Julian.

Claire: Next time I decide to go on a date, just chain me to the desk, please.

Epiphany: That's what you get for going out with the drunk guy.

Claire: Oh, the drunk guy was fine. He actually turned out to be pretty nice. The sober buddy tried to score hydrocodone off me.

Epiphany: But I thought you just said he was sober.

Claire: Oh, yeah. No, he thinks he's sober, but apparently, in order to put up with work, he has to be doped up on painkillers. He tried to convince me it was Worker's Comp.

Leo: Oh! And what do we have here. Oh! Hi! Are you a beautiful little thing? Yes, you are. Are you precious? Yes, you are. Who do you belong to?

Gary: That would be me. Sorry.

Leo: That's ok.

Gary: Thanks. Ok, sweetheart.

Leo: That's a cute kid.

Saira: Yeah, you'd never know she needed a bone marrow transplant by looking at her.

Leo: Have we contacted the registry?

Saira: It's complicated.

Leo: You know, I got a buddy in donor services. Maybe I can do something to help.

Saira: I doubt it.

Leo: You mind telling me what's going on?

Robin: I'm not going to tell them.

Patrick: Then I will.

Robin: She's my patient!

Patrick: And this is my hospital.

Robin: How can you eat right now?

Patrick: Because this is the first piece of food that I have seen all day. Because I don't have the luxury of eating or going to the bathroom or actually taking care of a patient, because I'm surrounded by documents and I review timesheets and I prepare--

Robin: Ok, I'm sorry, I know you're under a lot of pressure.

Patrick: Robin, I've had this job for 2 weeks. Please, give me a break. I could get fired over this.

Robin: Well, what about that little girl? Ok, what if it was our child?

Patrick: It's not our child. You're getting too involved.

Robin: I'm just looking out for them.

Patrick: No, Robin, you're doing the thing that you do, just like you're doing with Stone.

Robin: What does Stone have to do with it?

Patrick: Other people's children. They have parents of their own.

Leo: You've known about this all week, and you haven't--

Patrick: I'm in the middle of something--

Leo: I know, harboring a smuggled baby!

Robin: What? Who told you that?

Patrick: It's under control, ok?

Leo: That child was stolen from her parents and sold for profit!

Robin: Hey, you have no idea what you're talking about.

Leo: Oh, yeah? Well, I know that there's a mother and father somewhere in China wondering where their child is, thinking that she's dead or who knows what. They deserve to have their baby back. If you're not gonna call the cops, I will.

Patrick: It's being taken care of, ok?

Leo: You're damn right it is.

P.A.: Dr. Hanso to surgery, please. Dr. Hanso.

Leo: I think you should know the truth about your little girl. That is, if you don't already.

Gary: Uh, what--what are you talking about?

Leo: That baby was kidnapped from her home and smuggled into this country. You should be ashamed of yourselves!

Robin: Julian!

Patrick: You come with me. Now.

Leo: Look, I know what you're gonna say, so if you're gonna lay into me, then just do it right here. Let's just get it over with.

Patrick: What the hell is wrong with you? First the fight in the O.R., and then this?

Leo: That child belongs back in China with her family! Not where she's gonna be treated like an outsider her entire life!

Patrick: It's not your position to judge.

Leo: Why? Because I'm a doctor, I'm not entitled to my opinion?

Patrick: No, Julian, you can have your opinion. But you pull another stunt like this, and I will put you on probation.

Robin: I'm so sorry.

Kayla's Mother: We had no idea. You have to believe us.

Robin: I do.

Gary: What are they gonna do? They're not gonna take her-- they're not gonna take her away from us.

Kayla's Mother: Are they?

Robin: I...I don't know. They might.

Kayla's Mother: Oh, my God. Oh, my God. [Sobbing]

Gary: Why--why did you do this to us?

Robin: What?

Gary: Why did you go--why did you go snooping around in our business? Who asked you to?

Robin: I'm so sorry. I was just trying to help.

Kayla's Mother: No one. No one asked you to.

Robin: I know. I know, and trust me, if I knew that it was going to turn out this way--

Gary: Trust you? We did trust you, as our doctor! You were supposed to take care of our little girl! That's all! Now because of you, we could lose her for the rest of our lives!

Kayla's Mother: [Sobbing] Oh, God!

Toussaint: I'm sorry.

Epiphany: Well, that's ok. I was just, uh...[Sighs] Sometimes I come down here to catch my breath.

Toussaint: Hmm. Well, I guess I better get back to work.

Epiphany: I hear that, um... that witch of a head nurse climbed all over some poor orderly down in the E.R. this evening.

Toussaint: It's all right, he deserved it.

Epiphany: Toussaint, this is a really difficult job. Sometimes I still wonder why I do it. Are you sure that you're up to it?

Toussaint: All these years I've been at G.H., sitting on the sidelines letting the world go on around me. Damn it. I'm still a headliner. It's time I get back on the stage.

Epiphany: I'm sorry I yelled at you.

Toussaint: Well, the only way I'm going to learn is to make mistakes on my own.

Epiphany: I know.

Toussaint: I'm just sorry I make so many in front of you.

Epiphany: [Laughs] Well, it's no big deal.

Toussaint: Epiphany? You know, I don't think you realize how remarkable you are.

Epiphany: Thank you.

Toussaint: You know, as a friend... I want to do good by you.

Epiphany: [Chuckles]


[Both laugh]

Saira: You swore you wouldn't say anything about Kayla.

Leo: Can we talk about this tomorrow?

Saira: No! I deserve an explanation.

Leo: This isn't about you.

Saira: Yes, it is! I trusted you, as a colleague, as a friend.

Leo: Well, I'm sorry. That was probably a mistake.

Saira: So I guess everyone was right about you, huh? I guess it's my fault for thinking I knew better.

Leo: Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.

Claire: When we're roommates, are you going to randomly fly off the handle like your psycho brother?

Kyle: I am nothing like my brother.

Claire: What is that about, anyway?

Kyle: Well, let's just say that Leo has a few unresolved issues about adoption.

Claire: How old was he when your parents adopted him?

Kyle: Oh, 4 or 5. His birth parents gave him up for adoption in Iran because they were a little scared for his safety, so they sent him out of the country.

Claire: Has he ever gone back to track them down?

Kyle: No. Well, I mean, we're his family. And like it or not, he hardly even remembers them. I think that he just feels guilty, you know, like he left them behind.

Claire: Oh. I kinda feel bad for the guy.

Kyle: Ah, beer please. Well... you were in rare form today.

Leo: I thought we were going to stay out of each other's business.

Kyle: Kinda hard when your business is the talk of the hospital.

Leo: You know, that girl is not going to be happy here.

Kyle: Why? Because she's adopted?

Leo: No. Because she doesn't fit. I wouldn't expect you to understand, golden boy.

Kyle: Right, right. Because I have no idea what it's like to be an outsider. You're talking to a guy who was in the closet for 18 years of his life.

Leo: Sorry, but that's not the same.

Kyle: Why? Because it didn't happen to you?

Leo: Give me a break. You know how Mom and Dad treated you different. All the time. Kyle can do no wrong, while I was like, their disappointment. You could just see it. How they looked at me...

Kyle: You know what, Leo, if Mom and Dad treated you any differently, and I know they didn't, it wasn't because you were adopted, it was because... you were a screw up.

[Leo chuckles]

Leo: Oh.

Jagger: Hey, roomies.

Robin: Hey.

Stone: Are you ready to go to the zoo?

Robin: Ha ha. Um, I don't think they're open yet, sweetie, but I'll get some rest, and then I will take you.

Jagger: How about some breakfast? I can whip up some eggs.

Patrick: Wow, he cooks, too.

Jagger: What was that?

Patrick: Uh, nothing. Nothing. Eggs--eggs sound perfect.

Jagger: I'll go get dressed.

Patrick: Yeah, and don't forget your shirt.

Jagger: I won't.

Stone: I'll get some orange juice. Stone, honey, do you want some oran--

Patrick: Hey, buddy? Stone?

Jagger: Don't forget to brush your teeth.

Robin: Hey, um... have you noticed something unusual about Stone?

Jagger: What do you mean?

Robin: I don't know, it's... it's probably nothing. Just something seemed a little off.

Jagger: Off? How so?

Robin: Yesterday, he was showing me his rock collection, and I moved one of them and he got really upset.

Jagger: Oh, well, he's--listen, he's overprotective about that kind of stuff. Yeah.

Robin: Yeah. He also does this thing where he...rocks back and forth.

Jagger: Well, kids do that sometimes.

Robin: Yeah, but, um, maybe you'd want him to get tested. You know, just to be sure.

Jagger: Tested? There's nothing wrong with my son.

Patrick: I don't think that's what she's saying, Jagger.

Robin: No, not at all.

Patrick: It just could be a symptom of something more serious.

Jagger: Look, I didn't come here for your medical expertise, ok?

Robin: I'm just concerned, that's all.

Jagger: There's nothing to be concerned about, ok? Stone. We're leaving.

Robin: Jagger...come on, what are you doing?

Stone: But...

Jagger: But what? We're leaving, let's go.

Stone: But I'm going to the zoo!

Jagger: You're not going to the zoo. Come on, get your stuff.

Stone: But I don't want to go!

Jagger: You're coming.

Stone: I don't want to go--

Robin: Jagger, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I just...

Jagger: Hey, you did not offend me, ok? I'm perfectly capable of taking care of my son by myself. Let's go.

Robin: Please don't go. I--

Jagger: Come on--

Stone: Daddy, I don't want to go!

Jagger: Let's go, come on.

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