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Karen?

You know I spent my fair

share of time in a goddamn hospital.

Well, this ain't about you!

Didn't say it was! Jesus!

Will you two stop?

They're gonna be

calling our name.

You can't right now, you can't.

Big JEFF:
Where's my son, God damn it?

- What the hell happened?

- Oh, Jesus Christ!

Where is he? Patty?

What's goin' on with my son?

- Calm down.

- Don't tell me what to do, Bob!

Patty, what's going on

with my son?

We don't know yet.

- Bauman family?

- Yes!

- Bauman!

- Yeah, we're with...

We're with Jeff Bauman.

Right here. We're his family.

Mr. and Mrs. Bauman?

- Yeah.

- Mmm. Yes.

I'm Dr. Kalish.

Jeff's alive.

- Your son's alive.

- Yeah. All right.

Thank you, thank you.

So, Jeff came in bleeding

with tourniquets on both legs,

and he was intubated right away

and then brought up immediately

to the operating room...

- Hi.

- I'm looking for Jeff Bauman.

Um, you're gonna

have to sign in here.

Put his name here

and we'll find out where he is.

Um, can you tell me if

he's at this hospital, please?

I... I can't tell you.

I saw a picture.

I know he's at a hospital.

I just don't know which one.

Will you please just

tell me what floor he's on?

It's crazy right now.

I will help you.

Jeff underwent a double

above-the-knee amputation.

Most of the destruction

had actually already been done

by the bomb below the knees,

and it was very obvious

to all the surgeons involved

that there was no way

to salvage anything

below the knee.

We had to get higher than

the knee to get clean skin,

clean muscle, clean tissue.

Oh, my God.

I gotta get something to drink.

Um, do you want me

to get you a Coke,

or chips, or something?

Well, as they look through all these

little pieces, Brian,

they think the bomb now

was made

by putting the components

inside a pressure cooker pot.

And in there were nails,

BBs, and ball bearings

to magnify the destructive

and injury-causing nature

of the blast.

And the explosive was gunpowder.

Uh, the blast wounded

more than 140 people...

Big JEFF:
Some guy asked me

if my son is still unconscious

while I'm takin' a leak,

and I'm supposed to know

this freak

is a f***in' reporter?

It ain't suspicious to ya?

A stranger chattin' it up

while you got your dick

in your hand?

Jenny, I was washin' my hands.

Shut the f*** up!

You're f***ing yelling about Jeff!

Big JEFF:
Ah, Jesus...

- Stop talking about her son!

- Big JEFF:
He's my son, too.

- It's hers.

- Big JEFF:
Shut up.

What do you want?

I'm so sorry to intrude.

You're another reporter,

aren't you?

Don't let him in, Jeff.

I'm sorry, I'm, um,

looking for Patty Joyce.

I'm Patty.

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