Watson

Sorry.

Sorry, it was a bad night.

Yeah, I know it's 3:00 p.m.

-Still a hard night. -(plastic bag crinkles)

You look like you come to confession a lot.

Sorry.

That was judgy.

Are you okay?

D-Do you need help?

I'm sitting in a church,

and I'm holding a bag of my own puke.

I mean, that feels like a complete answer.

I don't think it gets more "I need help" than that.

You could be holding a bag of someone else's puke.

-(laughs) -(man shushes)

: Sorry.

You're funny.

I just... I wasn't expecting that.

Sorry, that was judgy again.

I-I'm trying to do better there.

-I'm Aubrey. -I'm Sasha.

You look like you can afford really expensive moisturizer.

-(gasps softly) -It's hard to believe you've ever done anything bad.

Hey, Aubrey?

Do you want to go first? I can wait.

I-I would appreciate that very much.

Are you sure you're not an angel?

Sorry. I'm-I'm real.

I don't think I'll ever get to see an angel.

You know, but if I do...

...I hope she looks like you.

I did something.

Well, I've-I've done a lot of things,

but when I think about most of them...

...you know, I can imagine finding my way back.

I can imagine...

doing better, I can imagine being better, but...

: This one thing, though, I don't know.

It feels too big. It just feels like too much.

I promise you, that's not true.

We can always find our way back to God.

: Somebody loved me.

You know, somebody who didn't have to.

Somebody looked at me...

: ...looked at this and said, "I love you."

And I...

I took from him.

I took his trust. I took his money.

It's bad.

You know, if I could just make it up to him,

I'd feel like I could start,

: I feel like I could be me again,

but it's just too big.

Ah, I'm sorry.

I'm not, I'm not ready for this, I'm just not ready--

-(crashes) -(parishioners exclaiming)

She needs help!

Call 911 right now.

Tell them we have a likely opioid overdose.

Aubrey, can you hear me?

You overdosed.

I need to know what you took.

: Angel.

Oh, can you do something for me?

I'm not an angel, I'm your doctor.

The Narcan's working,

but we need to know what you took.

'80s. Guy said they were '80s.

Can you sell this for me?

Sell it and give all the money to Beanie.

-(beep drones) -(gasps)

Radio ahead, tell Dr. Mayes we're coming

with a cardiac arrest.

-(busy chatter) -(machine beeping)

-What has she gotten? -We've done four rounds of epi.

Second dose of naloxone. She's still asystolic.

-No ROSC. -How long has it been?

-15 minutes. -Hold compressions.

Dr. Lubbock.

It's been too long.

Time of death is 4:04 p.m.

We'll send her tox panel, figure out what caused this.

I'm not supposed to be afraid.

I ain't supposed to be weak, either.

I think anyone would be anxious in your situation.

I know I would.

I remember your dad.

He had two pick-sixes against West Virginia.

Changed the whole season.

He was also gonna go top five in the draft.

-Same as you. -Okay, yeah,

but my dad...

He just collapsed.

Senior year, the same as me.

All right? Now, they said it was a heart attack,

but what if it was something inside of him?

And what if I got that, too?

We sequenced your entire genome.

I've seen every single thing there is inside of you.

All right? And I get why you're struggling.

Plus, you're a senior now, too.

But if I saw anything in your results

that would put you at risk,

I would do anything I could to stop you from playing.

I go to the mat for my patients. You can ask around.

I already did.

You're the real.

So, I'm safe?

-I can go back to practice? -You're safe.

You can enjoy it. You've earned it.

Yo, coach. I'm good to go.

You sure, Jaylen? Yeah,

the man knows his business.

He says I'm cool.

Thanks for doing this.

You mind if I get a second with my player?

Yeah, of course. Take your time.

-(sighs) -Oh, a defensive coordinator from Pitt.

Cool.

Yeah, man, got to admit.

That's cool.

I'm the team's orthopedic consultant.

-I'm aware of that. -Josh and I met at the stadium.

We've been dating for a month and a half.

He's divorced, one misdemeanor charge in college,

long since expunged.

No other criminal record.

Cool.

Didn't ask, but cool.

You keep saying "cool."

I know you didn't ask, I'm just...

saving you the trouble.

You don't have to launch into one of your, you know,

inadvertent investigations.

Those are the facts on Josh.

-Cool. Hey, Dr. Dubs.

Can I get a picture for my feed?

-(chuckles) You got it. -Hey. -I'll take it.

-'Preciate you. -Here we go.

One, two, three.

For sure.

-Doc, you the GOAT, bro. -(chuckles)

Thanks again for doing this.

-Mm-hmm. -Seriously.

See you later, GOAT.

Does it bother you?

That Mary's boyfriend has a cooler job than you do?

Okay, I reject that premise.

I mean, what's cooler than the human genome?

-Hey. -Hi.

You okay?

Dr. Mayes said that you were still in here.

I'm okay.

Overdose.

Won't be the last one we have here today.

You know, I talked to her.

She wanted something better.

She was hoping for a change.

Goodbye, Aubrey.

I'll get this to Beanie for you.

I hope you see your angel.

-(gasps, inhales) Oh, my God.

Aubrey?

You died.

How could I be dead?

I have my own angel.

This is a straight-up miracle.

Uh, could be a lot of things.

Just can't put a label on it just yet.

I was dead.

: I mean, I'm alive again.

That's called a miracle.

You know, I asked for the chance to do one thing.

I died. I came back.

I'm not wasting time. I'm doing the one thing.

What are you looking to do, Aubrey?

Well, I have to raise $185,000 and give it to my ex-fiancé.

H-His family has a place in Bloomfield.

They serve pierogies, they're awesome, but...

Beanie made them amazing.

It's like wild boar meat, you name it.

Beanie wanted to drag the city into the modern era,

and he raised money to open up a fancy place.

And what happened?

Something beautiful.

Something that came and then

left...

and set me spinning.

And I'm not, I'm not saying it's an excuse,

but I did go off the rails. I spent the money.

And-and you can't arrest me

because it was in both of our names.