All language subtitles for Doctor Odyssey S01E2 Sophisticated Ladies Week

What do you say, Captain?
Shall we show these kids
a thing or two?

I would be honored.

One day I got
tapped on the shoulder

and gently reminded that life
is unbelievably fragile.

Coronavirus.

I thought I was dead.

You're pregnant?

And you think it happened
when the three of us...

So you don't know
which one of us...

I wanted to tell you,
I am all in for you.

Why don't we get out
of this cheap gin joint,
and go get a room?

I thought you'd never ask.

Oh. Pair of aces.

Looks like Lady Luck has a soft
spot for a man with a limp.

- Oh.
- Ooh.

Late, Maxy. Convenient timing.

Well, please allow me
to sweeten the pot.

What is the one thing we
never gamble with here
on The Odyssey?

- Real money?
- No.

Health and safety. The latest
COVID boosters have arrived.

Who's first?

Hmm?

Okay, I'll go first.

I just got out the hospital.
I'm not supposed
to be taking anything.

Right.

Max, I don't think
I need another booster.
I've-I've had COVID 4 times.

I'm basically a walking
antibody at this point.

Yeah, every time I get
a booster, I'm out for days.

I can't afford it.

Well, some mutations
have fewer complications,

but...
...give it to me. I'll take it.

I should be protected,
obviously because...

I'm a nurse.

- Yes. Thank you, nurse.
- Mmm.

Let's just have a basic
biology lesson, shall we?

Viruses mutate
in every direction,

and in the event that
this strain turns out to be
something particularly nasty,

where do you think
it's gonna pop up first?

Yes, right here,

because we live
on what amounts to basically
a floating petri dish.

Need I remind you about
the beginning of the pandemic,

thousands of people
quarantined on a cruise ship,

some of whom actually died?

Hmm? Ring a bell?

If you two wake up tomorrow
morning and suddenly decide
to be responsible citizens,

you know where to find me.
I am so incredibly disappointed
in all three of you.

You two are in my good books.

Lord.

Dad's mad, fun's over.

Let's call it.
Big day tomorrow.

What in the world is that?

Last gasp of a dying era.

It's a sculptural tradition
here on The Odyssey.

My God. Cougars Week. Right.

- Or as we now lovingly
refer to it as--
- Uh, Sophisticated Ladies Week.

It's ridiculous.
Cougar is a term of respect.

Cougars are elegant,
powerful creatures.

You are very passionate
about this cruise.

Mm-hmm.

- Guess that tracks
with your--
- Mommy issues.

You were about to say
mommy issues, Doc.

I was about to say
modus operandi, but, yes,
the subtext was mommy issues.

Don't judge things
you don't understand, Doc.

Men in their 20s and women
in their 50s are deeply
sexually compatible.

There's something innately
natural about the whole thing.
The yin and the yang.

Ah, in years past, I would have
pulled two, three "coogs"
a cruise, but...

Well, not this year.

Everything's changed.

It's not fatherly behavior.

Fatherhood and paternity are
not the same thing, Tristan.

And not everything
in life is a dance-off.

Yeah.

Oh, speaking of dancing,
the "coogs" love a whirl
and a twirl.

So get ready.

You're fresh meat, baby.

Wow. Oh.

This place.

It's incredible.

Well, we're due
for a big celebration.

You're due.

One year cancer-free.

Surprise.

Happy to see me?

Yeah. Wow.

Happy and thrilled and shocked.

The sea, the sun.

I miss them.

And?

Well,

perhaps also a certain sailor

I haven't seen since
the last sexy port tryst.

I think we'd better
leave the public area here.

How are you enjoying
your time here on The Odyssey?

This is my first cruise.
I won it in a charity auction.

But I think this concept
of cougars running loose
on a ship is fascinating.

And hilarious.

We do not use the word
cougars anymore,

but younger men and older
women, I think, is the concept
you're trying to describe.

I like millennials.
I'm just not here for romance.

I'm here for laughs
and dry martinis and yoga.

Don't look so relieved.

I should be so lucky,
but I don't want to give you
the wrong idea.

I am spoken for.

And the concept of this cruise
is rather fraught.

What isn't these days?

Wow,
you know how to dance.

Did you pick that up
at a charity auction too?

Well, you stay around
long enough, you pick up
some moves, you know?

You okay?
Allergies. Nothing.

Come on. Let's keep dancing.
Maybe they'll play
some Tina Turner.

How are you feeling?

Ugh. We have to break you
of the habit
of asking me that, Sam.

Sorry.

It's just three years
fighting hand-to-hand combat.

But you can't live
in a permanent state of
caregiver's PTSD trauma.

Think of this trip as letting
go of all the caregiving,

dreaming about your own
future rather than mine, okay?

Okay.

- Shall we dance?
- I would love to.

She does that all the time.

All the time.

The usual for me, Bruce,

and as I recall,
it's a gin martini
with bitters and a twist.

Actually, now it's
soda water with lime.

I'm losing my taste
for the hard stuff suddenly.

Soda lime and
a Captain Manhattan coming up.

You good, kid?

I don't know.
Maybe a menopausal shift
or something like that.

No way. Menopausal shift?

I couldn't prove that
by what went on in my quarters
about an hour ago.

You were fire, as the kids say.

Life is strange,
Captain. You know,
there's passion, there's lust.

And boom, there's
a woman's ticking clock.

- All I see is inner
and outer beauty.
- Hmm.

You slipped away,
to finish your novel?

Follow-ups.

You should do yours too.
You're three weeks behind.

It's just all
very boring, isn't it?
Emailing with doctors.

Grown-up talk.

Do you need something?

Well, I just, I... I thought
that you and I were due a...

a casual impromptu check-in.

That's funny

because it feels like a
not-so-casual rehearsed speech.

I've been trying
to give you space.

- But we haven't--
- Tristan.

What is it?

I feel like
you've made a decision.

Haven't you? To-to keep
the baby, and you told Max.

I don't even know
whose baby this is,

and I won't know for at
least another couple of weeks.

Yet, it feels like you've made
some sort of choice already.

Tristan, are you honestly
ready to be a father?

Yes.

I want this more than anything.

Because it's
not just six months.

It's not even just 18 years.

It is being responsible
for another human being
for the rest of your life.

And-and I...
I am still grappling with it.

And that's understandable.

It is, but if part of
your grappling is you thinking
that I'm not mature enough,

well, then I can...

I will change.

For good.

For us.

I'll prove you wrong.

You'll see.

Last one.

You're done.

I don't have it. I had
it once for about a day.

I missed some tennis
and then boop, it was gone.

You know, I'm
still trying to figure you out.

You're sure you're not here
for some hot cougar action?

Why do you ask?
Are you attracted to me?

No, no, no, no,
this cruise is like, uh...
people-watching for me.

I don't feel my age
and I-I like to feel sexy,

but I don't think
I have to have a little fling
to feel sexy.

Uh.

Sorry. Um. It is COVID.

Not to worry though.
It's nothing we can't handle.

Well, at least I have
a nice little Hermès mask

tucked away
somewhere in my suitcase.

I'm gonna have to quarantine
you in your cabin until
you test negative,

but in order to
further that along,

I'm gonna put you on
some Paxlovid right away.

You're gonna start
with the large bottle.

Dosages are on the back.

If you're talking about
locking me in a room,
that's not gonna happen.

Olivia, this is not advice.

Max, maybe you didn't hear me.

I am following my
own rule book these days.

Your own rule book?
Well, this is Odyssey policy,

CDC policy, and my policy,
which means that it's God's
writ on this boat.

I will maintain my mask
in all public places.

I'm just not a woman
who can be told what to do.

Duly noted.

But this is not the forum
to express your admirable
independence.

Max, I like you.

I really do, and I respect you,
which is rare.

I can see what a kind, smart,
dedicated man you are.

But if you want to lock me up,
you better call out the troops,
General,

because you're gonna need 'em.

She is a charming, funny,
and, Lord knows, feisty woman,

but she's also positive,
so we have to put her
into a quarantine cabin.

It's Odyssey policy,
my policy, and frankly
it is the correct protocol.

So you forcibly lock her up.

What if she sues?

Way better than if the rest
of the passengers sue

because they got COVID because
of her and our irresponsibility

and an unnecessary
degree of pearl-clutching.

I do not clutch
my pearls, young man.

I'm asking you to handle
this situation tactfully
and graciously.

Max, I know your history.

I know you have zero
tolerance for anti-vaxxers
and COVID deniers.

I get it. I understand.

Sir, yes, I had the virus,

and, yes, I watched the bodies
pile up in the freezer trucks,

and it's a miracle
I'm not one of them,

which is why I'm not
willing to turn the other cheek

just because some very
charming woman wants to...

Tact and graciousness.
The Odyssey way.

This is heaven, right?

Max, listen to me.

You're not some big
city hospital ER doc now.

You're kid gloves, soothing
concierge assurances,
charm and gloss.

Cary Grant...

with a stethoscope.

I understand the assignment.

- I'll take care of it.
- Excellent. Dismissed.

Well,

you wanted to see
the best view on The Odyssey.

This is it.

I'm looking at it.

Oh, you.

You all right? Something wrong?

Not wrong.

Just really, really unexpected.

Remember when
I was feeling a bit off?

Yeah, y-you mentioned a...
a menopausal shift or
something crazy.

Yeah, I mean,
menopause is a funny thing.

You know, you can go for
six months without a period,

and then you meet
a handsome captain for a
romantic getaway weekend,

and before you know it,
it comes back.

Forget the details.
It's just...

You know, women
my age can still...

What? Heather, tell me.

I'm pregnant.

And you're
definitely the father.

Congratulations,
we're having a baby.

Ah! The thugs. Welcome.

I've been expecting you.

That is quite
the outfit, Olivia.

If you want to make
an example out of me,
let's give 'em a little show.

Miss Grace, I think you'll find
that our designated care cabins

are ideal for recovery.

Goody goody gumdrops.
Well, shall we?

Someone will
have to carry my train.

- Hey, handsome.
- Hey.

Okay, so I say
we eat as much as we can,

and then we eat some more,
and then we spend the rest
of the day in the spa.

Oh. Hot stone,
argan oil massages.

Why not?

Why not?

Oh, my God.
You certainly have a type.

I-I wasn't... No, no,
she was looking at me.

I would never have
brought you on a cougar cruise
if I was the jealous type.

How about this?

I'm gonna get a massage,

and you explore the ship
and find everything fun
there is to do,

and forget about me
for the next several hours.

That's your mission.

Should you choose to accept it.

Mm-hmm.

Enjoy the scenery.

Okay, I have conferenced
with your oncologist back home

about the med mix
he sent with you,

and we are good to continue
your regular treatments...

- Thank you.
- ...manage the pain,

and keep you feeling fine.
And, uh, Delia,

I'm so sorry about
your diagnosis, truly.

Metastasized to my brain.
Can you believe it?

Cancer just can't seem
to get enough of me.

- How flattering.
- Yeah.

Well, nothing is stopping you
from living your life,
and I love that.

Let's see.

A daily dosage of
gabapentin, metoclopramide,

dexamethasone,
celecoxib and a vitamin C drip.

I know the routine,
but thank you, hon.

Of course you do.

If you need anything,
I'll be right here, okay?

Okay.

Oh. Uh, it says here
that you're traveling

with your partner. Would you
like him here with you?

No. Heavens no. Uh, he thinks
I'm getting a massage.

Oh.

He doesn't know.

- No.
- Right.

And what about treatment?
Uh, radiation knife?

Past all that hell.

I am trying the celecoxib
thing as a last resort,

but am I hopeful?

Not really.

I just wanted us to have
this perfect memory here
so I could say goodbye.

Hmm.

I refuse to let him
be my caretaker again.

It just makes me feel
like I'm stealing his life.

Okay.
So, do you really have
to take a blood test?

I thought those over-the-
counter pregnancy tests were,
like, 9999999% accurate.

They are quite accurate.

Just wanna make sure
there's nothing else going on.

I got nauseous the same way
when I was pregnant

with my daughter
eight million years ago.

Little poke.

This will measure your HCG
levels, which will tell us
how far along you are

if you are in fact pregnant.

- If?
- You mean two lines
on the stick

could mean something else?

There are incidents where
a false positive pregnancy test
result can occur.

Uh, hormonal imbalances,
certain ovarian tumors,

even UTIs can sometimes
elevate HCG levels.

All of these are very rare
and often benign.

Good.

Captain, you must have
duties you're neglecting.

Maybe give us girls
a minute, would you?

Oh, yeah, I can do that
if it's an order.

It is.

I was a psychotherapist
for 22 years.

And I know when
someone's masking anxiety.

Is this about me?

No, no, not at all.
It's just, um...

I understand.

I know how uncertain and
confusing this can all feel.

I...

I know.

Oh, hon. Come here.

You're gonna be okay.

We're gonna be okay.

It wasn't planned, and I'm
still trying to figure out
what to do, how to feel.

Most days I'm strong,

but, uh, today, not so much.

I'll have your prelims for you
by the end of the day.

All right.

In, in. Come in.

An olive branch.

They're very cozy.

Bribery won't work. I've
already contacted my lawyers.

How quickly can you say
case dismissed?

Well, they seem to think
it's an open-and-shut case.

I open my mouth
and you get shut down.

Olivia, as fun as it is to have
an archnemesis, I am not yours.

No matter how
difficult you make this,

I'm still going to give you
the gold standard of treatment.

Gold standard? Treating me
like a prisoner of war? Please.

I have a contagious patient

on a ship filled with
several hundred other souls,

some of whom are
immunocompromised.

I have got to take precautions,
and you understand that.

None of this brings me joy, but
it is the right thing to do,

- and I know you get that.
- Of course. I get it.

But do you get
what it's like for me?

I mean, I... I've been
in handcuffs for 40 years
in a controlling marriage,

and I'm finally free.

And then some men
come to my door and yank
that freedom away from me

without so much
as a "how do you do?"

Things fall apart,
the center cannot hold.

Unless we all care about this.

And I cannot for the life of me
fathom why one person's freedom

should come at the expense
of everybody else's health
and safety, can you?

No. It shouldn't,
and I know that. But...

why couldn't
you have just asked me? Hmm?

Like, "Hey, Olivia, I know this
sucks and it's really a bummer,

but couldn't you please..."

Etcetera, etcetera.

You're right.

Forgive me. This is
a difficult subject for me.

I could have handled
this better, and I apologize.

It's a bit of
a fight-or-flight thing for me.

May I?

They are cozy.

Oh, dear. What's that?

Uh, I tested myself yesterday
after you left. I'm negative.

Yeah, well,

yesterday was yesterday.

This cannot be happening.

Your blood test results show
creatinine levels are normal,

BUN, GFR, electrolytes, normal.

So whatever's spiking your HCG
levels isn't kidney-related.

Germ cell tumor in the ovaries
could be another explanation,

but your lactate
dehydrogenase levels are good.

So no tumor, no kidney issues.

Is this something you look
into just because I'm a woman

with more life experience?

First of all,
I'm stealing that.

Second, these issues can
happen to women at any age.

And you, Heather, are
a picture of perfect health.

So what is it then?
What do I have?

I'd say,

a viable pregnancy.

How do you feel?

I'll get back to you on that.

What are your symptoms,
Delia? It's a bit of a rash
here, I see.

Yeah, a little rash,
stomach pain, yada yada.

I need an antihistamine
because I'm allergic to soy.

We were doing
that cooking thing,
and I got a little careless.

But thank you anyway, Tristan.

- You're really a sweet guy.
- Wait, do you guys know
each other?

Oh. Uh.

I was down here
earlier for TUMS.

Baby, get me some water.
Please?

Yeah, it's, uh,
it's right through there.

Don't. Please don't tell him.

I can't legally tell him
anything that you don't
want me to, but...

my experience

is that these conversations
go much better when
they happen earlier.

And you know your body, Delia.

These symptoms do align with
an allergic reaction to soy,

so I'm gonna give
you 50 mg of diphenhydramine,

and we're gonna
keep a keen eye on you.

- Okay.
- It's okay.

Yeah?

Hi. I was just wondering
if you wanted to play cards
or something.

Protocol dictates
we should both be in isolation.

Why are you wearing
that PPE face guard thingy?

We both have it.

Protocol.

Duty calls.

Start again.

She's convinced that
it's an allergic reaction
to something she ate,

but my gut is telling me
it's something else.

This started with a rash,
with stomach pains. Now she's
having trouble breathing.

Diphenhydramine
hasn't been effective.

All right, she's on
a palliative care cocktail.

Maybe the reaction
could be to something in there.

No, she's been on
that cocktail for a while.

A reaction would
have shown up sooner.

Max, she has cancer.

I mean, is this
terminal progression?

Um... Measured approach.
Let's go with the facts.

What's in the cocktail?

Gabapentin,
dexamethasone, metoclopramide,
nutrients...

...low-impact
quality-of-life stuff,

- celecoxib.
- Celecoxib?

That can have
adverse reactions,
and they can be delayed onset,

two weeks to a month.
Symptoms would be...

Rash, trouble breathing,
and stomach pains. Right, okay.

So if she's been on steroids,
I should start her
on an albuterol treatment.

Attaboy.

I'd also give her
a platelet transfusion
just for good measure.

On it.

Yes?

Delia,
I believe you are having
an allergic reaction,

just not to what
we initially thought.

It's not a food allergy.

To what then?

Okay, I can counsel you
in private, or both of you,

but right now
I need to get you started
on a platelet transfusion.

- Do I have your permission?
- Yes.

- Thank you.
- And...

you can tell him.

Uh, we think that
it's an allergic reaction
to the new medicine celecoxib

that was added
to your treatment plan.

It can take several weeks
for the adverse effects
to start presenting.

I thought you came down here
for TUMS.

Celecoxib,
but what the hell is that?

- Well, it's a, um--
- It's a drug

that blocks enzymes
for cell growth.

In my case, cancer cells.

Sam, it's back.

And the drug was a Hail Mary.

Okay. Well, we need to get
you back on to radiation now.

- Look, Sam, no. No.
- I'm gonna call Dr. Scanlan--

I have four months maybe,

so please let me enjoy them.

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

Are you gonna sacrifice
your life for waterslides
and buffets?

I'm sacrificing my life
for life, and it's hardly
sacrificing.

It's pragmatism.
It is what it is.

Oh, that's great.
That's great. It is what it is.

And-and wh-what is it, huh?

What's the point of this
whole cruise? So I could
find somebody, right?

So you don't
have to feel so guilty.

You can't be mad at me.

No, I am mad at you.

I hate this.
I hate that I love you.

You know, I get a choice. I do.

I asked you earlier
what I could say
to make him walk away,

and I think
we figured that one out.

Look, it may be none
of my business, but may
I offer you an observation?

Yeah. Go for it. Anything.

You'd both be fools for
not cherishing every moment
that you have together.

Whoo! Hey. Hi.

Want a nice hot toddy?

Respectfully, will you turn
down the music, please?

I am trying to rest in here
and you probably should be too.

I'm simply trying to
keep myself entertained.

Here.

How about some Texas Hold'em?

- No way.
- Wait, wait, wait.

Come on.

You can wear your hazmat
stuff if you want to.

Come on, Dr. Odyssey.
Improve your bedside manner.

Come on. One hand. Humor me.

If I win,

I get to control the music
for the rest of the time
we're in quarantine.

I've taken down bigger fish
than you, Dr. Odyssey.

Lady, I put myself
through school doing this.

If I win, quiet for
the rest of the night.

No more music, no more tap-tap
tapping on the divider door,
just shh.

And if I win,

we take a walk tonight
up on the deck. It's late.

No one else will be there.

Agreed. Two pairs,
tens and fours.

Oh.

Full house. Oh, baby,
let's wrap it up.

You cheated.

You're outta
your league here, Doc.

Grab some shoes. Let's go.

You are so cute.

You bring along bleach wipes
to scour any place we might
possibly touch.

- Hmm.
- You're a good doc, Max.

The best really.

Why don't we
grab a couple of chairs

and just lie here
and look up at the stars?

What do you say?

You know...

I admire the hell
out of you, Liv.

Really?

Why?

Because I'm 83
and still fighting?

- And annoying you?
- Oh, yes.

And I haven't folded up my tent
and moved into a nursing home,

which, by the way,
will never happen.

I think you and my mother would
have really enjoyed each other.

Did you lose her?

Right at
the beginning of COVID.

I was in the hospital.

Just before I slipped
into a coma, she died.

- COVID too?
- No, stroke.

I tried for months
to get her on a statin.

I thought she was taking it,
but she wasn't.

God, Max, that's so terrible.
I'm... I'm so sorry.

She was fiery...
...like you.

Just always
taking care of everybody.

She was just giving and giving.

Not taking care of herself.

In this job, I'm supposed
to be in control at all times,
hands on the wheel,

steady in a crisis.

But things like this happen,

getting COVID,
my mother dying...

Then it's just, the illusion
of control goes out the window.

And that terrifies me.

And usually when
I'm terrified, I run.

Honey,

you're just having PTSD.

I'm gonna be a father, Liv.

I'm gonna be a father
and it terrifies me,
but not because I'm gonna run.

It terrifies me
because I wanna stay.

Oh, honey,
I know, I know, I know.

Something's wrong.

What's going on?

I... I can't...
I can't catch my breath.

I need to get you
to the infirmary right now.

Liv, just try to breathe
normally. You're doing great.

Just try to breathe
normally if you can.

Multisystem
inflammatory syndrome.

She's got COVID antibodies
in her blood work...

So her current infection
was actually a reinfection?

- Correct.
- BP is dropping. 93 over 54.

Fluids are going. Let's
get her on corticosteroids
for a severe inflammation.

Aves.

I'll go.

- What are you hearing?
- No fluid in her lungs yet.

Heart is tachy. Can you get
her in for an ultrasound?

Also check for myocarditis
and the inflammation levels

in her abdominal organs.

I have so much to do, please.

- Liv. Liv.
- Don't let me go.

You are way too peppery
to leave the mortal plane.

You're in good hands,
I promise.

Just keep breathing.

Keep breathing. That's it.

Well,
her vitals are stabilizing,

but the tests do show
that she has mild myocarditis.

She's still in
critical condition.

Now we just need
to give her time.

IVIG and the steroids
are starting to work.

Let's get a repeat echo,
run a blood panel.

And we-we gotta push
IV fluids around the clock.

Okay.

Max, you did
everything you could.

Now it's up to her.

Come on, Olivia.

You're not gonna
quit on me now, are you?

Bobby, I'm...
I admit I'm a little worried.

I mean, having a baby
at our age...

I mean, so many things
could go wrong.

I've thought of that too.
We've got... You have time

to think about this and
figure out what you wanna do
and if you want to do it.

I'm going to be there with you.
We're going to do this
together.

Are you okay?

Oh!

Oh.

Do you think I miscarried? Is
there still a chance it's okay?

Right now, my main concern
is making sure you are okay.

Spotting can happen
for many reasons.

This ultrasound will help me
rule out more serious
complications.

It's gonna be okay.

All right. You're going to
feel a little bit of pressure.

There it is.

Well, how'd it go? Is she okay?

She's stable,
comfortable, resting,

but I do wanna get her to
a hospital when we make port.

Is there a problem?

I mean, she's gonna be okay?

She didn't miscarry.

Everything looks good, healthy.

Well, you could've opened
with that.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

But I wanna get her to
a hospital as a precaution.

The spotting was likely
due to cervical irritation,

which is not uncommon
in early pregnancy.

Avery.

You know, you think
you know where your life is,

and you've got
a nice clear picture of it.

And I've come to know
that we're all walking around
absolutely 100% clueless.

I'm aware, believe me.

Congratulations, sir.

Thank you.

You know, being a father
was my favorite part
in the whole world.

Even better than
my first naval command.

But I wasn't there enough.

I have a lot of regrets.

I just didn't think I'd ever
get this opportunity again.

This stays between us, right?

No, HIPAA rules. Don't worry.

No, no, no. Not that.

This. Me blubbering
like a baby seal.

- Really happy for you, Captain.
- Thanks.

Well, they owe me
some days off.

Now... Well, no, actually
they owe me a lot of days off.

Yeah, but 18 years' worth?

Something like that.

We'll be the oldest parents
at the piano recital.

Piano? I already
bought the kid a drum kit,
five-piece with a high hat.

This is crazy, right?

Is this even happening?
Is it possible?

Well, apparently,
anything is possible.

We got a lot to talk about.

Yes.

You know I had a secret
crush on you for years?

The first time
that we went out...

- Oh.
- ...it--

Pink Martini, Café Carlyle.
And nobody else wanted
my extra ticket.

- I did. I...
I love Pink Martini.
- Yes.

Do you remember after the show,
you walked with me down
into the subway?

- You missed your train.
- Yeah.

It was a nightmare.

It was 115 degrees
and it smelled awful.

Like-like very
expensive French cheese.

Oh, God!

And you insisted on waiting
with me till my train came.

And it was on that very
cheesy subway platform that

my work crush, kind of,
metamorphosed into love.

With you, D. And that feeling,
that-that's never changed.

Not in six years.

You can take out
a restraining order

if you really
don't want me around,
but it's not gonna matter

because I'm
gonna wait with you...

until you're on your train...

and the doors close, and, uh...

you're on your way.

I'm gonna wait with you.

I always wanted to see Venice.

- Mmm?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, good.

- And...
- Okay.

...let's not waste
whatever time we have left.

If I test positive, do I get
to go around again, one more
ride on the Wonder Wheel?

Wouldn't that be a treat?

Alas, you are negative.
Just like me.

I'm gonna go see my doctor
anyway when I get back.

I'm gonna need to sleep
for a few days after this
very relaxing little cruise.

Good God,
is it always like this?

I owe you a thank-you, Max.

For saving your life?

I was gonna say for these,
but yeah, sure, for that too.

I think that I owe
you a little "thanks."

For what?

I've been a royal pain
in the ass, cover to cover.

Believe me.

I tried to do it.

I owe you a
"thanks" for listening
and for being a friend.

Till the end.

And you, my dear, are
gonna be a wonderful father.

Oh, thank you.

What was that line
you used earlier?

Oof. So many solid gold quips,
at least one an hour.

I think you're referring to,

"You'd both be fools
for not cherishing every
moment you have together."

It's a good one.

I get all my bedside
manner from old movies.

That and being English.
I just sort of, um...
Well, I dial up the poshness.

Huh. I've noticed that.

- Have you?
- Yes.

I've also noticed
that you finished
your follow-ups. Thank you.

Well, I'm good
at doing my homework.

Sometimes.

See?

Maturing already. Right
before your eyes.