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Previously, on Brilliant Minds.

That's Erica's building.

They could prescribe a low dose of SSRI.

Could help with any PTSD symptoms.

Thanks, but I'm not
really the medication type.

A complaint was filed.

I need to place you
on administrative leave.

Like hell you do.

I think I'm falling for you.

My dad, who I thought was dead for
30 years, just walked back into my life.

So they might be distracted,
I might be preoccupied.

It's May Holly.

It's dad.

I'm sick.

Not just bipolar.

And you're the only one
who can give us more time.

Will actually come my way.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Every day seems a little longer...

Three, facility is all locked down.

Code Walker, Code Walker.

Code Walker, Code Walker.

North Wing is clear, except for the doctor.

Doctor?

There is no doctor on duty.

That was the patient.

We have a patient over.

Oliver, there's nowhere to go.

Grab him!

Come on!

Please!

Oliver, no one is going to hurt you.

Please don't do this!

Come on, Tommy!

Let's go!

Come on, baby!

That's it, Tommy!

Move!

You got this, baby.

Let's go!

Come on, there's no time!

Force yourself!

Come on, baby!

There you go.

Push!

Push!

That's the hell you're waiting for!

Throw the damn punch!

Come on!

Do it!

What's wrong with you?

Throw the damn punch!

Tommy?

What the hell are you doing?

Tommy, stop!

Please, help him!

Come here!

Tommy!

Tommy, what the hell are you doing?

Dr. Thorne?

Yeah.

Right around?

Five more minutes.

Okay.

But my patients have
been waiting for hours.

Why do you think that is?

You notice anything here in my ER?

Like, certain services upstairs,
they like to take the sweet time.

So I have to deal with
the backlog down here.

All day, all night, my life
is an overcrowded hallway.

You get me?

I get you.

Right.

Coming through.

What we got?

Blood head injury with
LOC, GCS is at 13 ish now.

Glucose normal, no Intox, and, um,
wife's a little too upset to give any info.

Paige Carroll.

Dr. Pierce is still on leave.

Uh-huh.

Okay, so, head trauma, LOC,
not totally back to baseline.

Could be a concussion, a
bleed, or postictal from a seizure.

Oh, okay, we're gonna need some staples.

Hold tight.

Cool, cool.

I'll, um, consult neuro.

Neuro?

You are neuro.

Come on.

Hey, um, can I get that gauze?

Thank you.

It's gonna be okay.

It's okay.

All right?

So, uh, you wanna tell me what happened?

You mind easing up a little?

Tommy, let go!

A little backup, please?

Tommy!

My turn.

What am I feeling?

Uh, exhausted, underappreciated,
maybe even a little itchy.

Eczema?

On my knees.

Okay, do Gary next.

Uh, maybe tomorrow.

Hey, uh, Kenny.

Wait up.

Hey.

How's the lume?

Uh, good.

I literally just landed at LaGuardia.

Jacob needs us in the ED.

Oh.

Where is Dana?

Uh...

Oh,

my God, I'm so sorry.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

It just hurts.

Why does chronic pain
have to be so chronic?

Luckily, I've gotten very well
acquainted with your pressure points.

Turn.

Okay.

Did you just bring in the guy
who got punched in the head?

Multiple times in the head.

I gotta go.

But... my pressure points.

Dr. Wolf.

They need us in the ED.

Not Dr. Wolf.

Dr. Charlie Porter.

Second year resident.

As in neuro resident?

Yep.

According to Chief Landon,
the department needs bolstering.

Looks like you made yourself right at home.

I'd say that Dr. Wolf beat
me to the punch on that one.

So... when do I get to meet him?

Dad says his body becomes rigid and then
he can't move, as if he's turning to stone.

And when he has these
episodes, what have you noticed?

Are there any particular triggers?

Is he confused afterward?

This is what I meant when I
told you that your father is sick.

Can I help you?

I'm beyond help.

I haven't actually witnessed one.

He's living with you.

And you've never seen his most
persistent debilitating symptom?

I haven't been spending a lot of time at

home, and I've been
busy with other patients.

I see.

Something tells me that you're not
really here for my medical expertise.

What do you need?

For you to approve a specked
with dopamine transporter scan?

Without any evidence that
your father actually needs one?

I'm sorry, I cannot do that.

There are a million
more important things that

I'm trying to deal with
here at this hospital.

Dr. Wolf!

Is this a bad time?

Why, something is different here.

Kenny, you're back.

Fully recharged and ready to work.

I'm surprised you recognize me.

Dr. Wolf is face blind, which is convenient

if you ever want to
avoid getting recognized.

Fascinating.

This is Dr. Charlie Porter,
transferred from Cornell.

Came highly recommended.

Pleasure to meet you, sir.

I just started liking the
four interns I already have.

I don't have time to get
attached to a new one.

Not an intern.

Dr. Porter is a second year resident.

He'll help lead your team.

In other words, you're a mole for my mom.

No, sir.

As much as I hate to interrupt
the multitude of awkward

moments, we were needed
in the ED 20 minutes ago.

Good, then let's get on it.

All right, Dr. Marcus, if you
could please remove this board.

Set it on fire if you have to.

Yes, ma'am.

So, uh, what?

Two more staples and
we're out of here, right, doc?

It's six more, at least.

Hang in there, Tommy.

You're gonna be fine.

Oh, yeah, he's fine.

He's fine.

Dr. Nash, your emotional
support interns have arrived.

I'm the attending neurologist, Dr. Wolf.

I'm, uh, Tommy's personal doctor.

I can take it from here.

Our neuro exam is standard procedure.

Wolf, trust me.

These guys aren't gonna give
you two hours for taking a history.

Well, maybe you should have spent
two hours on these wound margins.

Next time I do the wound margins in that
huge, conspicuously empty office of yours.

You're cool with an
occasional scabies case, right?

Mm.

All right, Dr. Anders has us covered,
so... I gotta get back to training.

I'm sorry, what's happening?

Wait, wait, wait, sorry.

Tommy, is it, uh, if you
sustained a concussion, we

need to make sure that you
don't have any brain damage.

Brain damage?

Or worse, a bleed or edema.

If we don't get that checked,
he might not last the day.

We got it under control.

Okay.

All right, baby, maybe we should
listen to the doctor, do a neuro exam.

Consider it a precaution.

Oh!

Oh, my God!

What are you doing?

Take it back.

Good call, page of neuro.

This is literally one of the hardest
things I've ever had to go through.

My neighbors leave their
shoes in the hallway every day.

Rain or shine.

And Dr. Pierce, we did not pay a fortune
to live in a penthouse apartment just to

look at orthopedic sneakers
whenever we walk out the door.

Let's dig a little deeper.

How does this behavior make you feel?

Like there's no sense
of justice in the world.

Oh, Bitzy, that is our time.

I hate to ask this question, but I have
some friends on the board at Susan G.

Coleman, and is it true you
were fired from Bronx General?

That is inaccurate.

I'm simply one leave and
currently weighing my options.

Mm.

Yeah.

For the record, if my husband cheated
on me, I would have done the same thing.

Nice shiner, Wolf.

Yeah, you should see the other guy.

Nice tan, Dr. Nichols.

Good to see you're not working too hard.

Weekend in the Hamptons.

You should see the other guy.

Look, Doc, Tommy's been
a fighter for a long time.

Throwing a punch is
like an involuntary reflex.

It'd feel awful that you were
on a receiving end, but I'd

really appreciate it if you
didn't bring in a cavalry.

I have no intention of calling the cops.

They'd make me fill out a police
report, and I'm... paperwork averse.

That said, I would like Tommy
to get through neurotesting.

I assure you, he will.

I've been the Grutko family doctor
since Earl there was a featherweight.

Tommy, can you tell me exactly
what resulted in your head injury?

It was nothing but a
sparring match gone wrong.

Dad, I was punching myself.

Look, my boy is an incredible
fighter, but even he can't beat time.

He's getting older.

He's had a string of losses.

He's in his head.

We think he's got the yips.

That's when an athlete
has a sudden loss of ability.

I am familiar with the yips, but thank you.

Okay.

If you are insisting on being discharged,
I would feel a lot better not calling the

cops if you would agree
to see a good psychiatrist.

Luckily, I can recommend one.

Girl, I just listened to a patient
complain about shoes for an hour.

Yeah, her trauma pays
for your divorce lawyer.

Dr. Pierce.

Moment of your time?

So, what kind of riveting cases
are we tackling these days?

None of your business.

Let me guess, post-traumatic
facelift disorder?

Poke fun all you want, Wolf,
but I keep telling you I'm thriving.

There's an Espresso machine in the kitchen

with eight kinds of oat milk in the fridge.

All the furniture is aerodynamic, and
my clients, they all smell like Chanel No.

5.

Ugh, can I start sleeping in your office?

Why would you let your daddy move in
with you if you were just gonna avoid him?

Why would you rent office
space on the Upper East

Side when you know you
belong at Bronx General?

The hospital put me on leave.

And?

And I refused to grovel.

Allison had an affair with my
husband and then sought me out.

The only reason I continued
to treat her was because

I was afraid if I didn't,
she would hurt herself.

I just want to put all of it, including
Bronx General, in my rear view.

So, I guess that means you don't want
to help me with a potential psych patient.

MMA fighter, bad case of the yips,
at least according to his overbearing

father, who also happens
to be his coach, came into

the hospital after
punching himself repeatedly.

I thought if you could get him alone in a

room, maybe you could
get some more answers.

Full disclosure.

He does not smell like Chanel No.

5.

He give you that black eye?

Yes.

Then by all means, bring him in.

I'd like to thank him in person.

Hey, you aged?

Just hang tight, Mrs. Garcia, and
remember those words I gave you?

Scissors, penny, bull.

Now, I'm gonna quiz you
on those when I get back.

Look at you getting your sea legs.

I am dreading my ER rotation.

This place is a real anxiety trigger.

No, it's the pace that's wild.

I mean, Dr. Wolf spends
three days with a patient.

Dr. Thorne spends three minutes.

But the upside is I could probably
place a Foley cath with my eyes closed.

What do you need me for, then?

Just to pick your brain.

30-year-old schizoaffective male
complained of daily chest pains.

Apparently, he's in all the time.

That sounds more like a
cardiology consult, but I'll take a look.

Hey, look good, Kenny.

Mexico was the right call.

Yeah, the time away really
helped me gain some perspective.

I don't think I can handle anything
more than friendship right now.

Copy that.

But I do make a really good friend.

I could have sworn you were supposed
to be chasing down my labs, Dr. Nash.

I thought you put a
little pep in that step.

That's my fault.

I was consulting with him about a patient.

Well, Psych can figure out how to keep
that guy on his meds and out of my ER.

And if you want to flirt with
Dr. Kenny, do that on your own time.

You got it.

So, Tommy, tell me,
how'd you get into fighting?

Does it run in your family?

I took one of those
questionnaires in high school,

and the results said I
should be a stockbroker.

But the counselor said I
needed some sense beaten

into me, so I guess I
took it through literally.

When I was that age, I just knew
I was gonna be a marine biologist.

I was obsessed with emperor penguins.

Penguins?

Emperor penguins, specifically.

The father penguins literally starved
themselves for months during the harshest

winters in order to protect their
unhatched young from the elements.

I get it.

When my mom died, my dad
did just about anything for me.

He'd drive two hours each way to the
gym, make sure I had the best trainers.

I'd complain the whole time, and
he'd just say, suck it up, Tommy.

It's better to raise strong
boys and fix broken men.

I know the quote.

Are you and your father close?

Yeah.

He's my coach, too.

You know, he had dreams of golden
gloves, but he didn't make it that far.

And look, I know he's living a
little through me, but I never cared.

You know, fighting was always our thing.

It's just...

I just wonder if he
sees me differently now.

Why would that be?

I've been off my game, losing more.

And what does that
mean for your relationship?

Dad's a winner.

You know, that's just very important
to him if I'm not good enough.

If you're not good enough, then what?

So he's got anger issues, but in Tommy's
defense, that sculpture was hideous.

No, I've...

I've referred patients to
anger management before.

This wasn't that.

It was fast and almost out of the blue.

But I do agree it was
more than just the yips.

I've been watching Tommy's fights.

The dude's got a mean left hook.

Yeah, we've been acquainted.

So then why would a
southpaw throw with his right?

That's a bit weird, isn't it?

All of his self-inflicted injuries from

punching himself were
on his right side as well.

Mm -hmm.

Unilateral symptoms like this
could indicate stroke or dystonia.

If this is neurological, what if Tommy
has no control over his own arm?

He could hurt himself again.

Or he could hurt someone else.

I gotta say, sparring with
the doctors are first for me.

Have you ever been in a fight?

I know.

I consider myself a pacifist.

Though I did break
someone's nose on pcp once.

That's a story for a different time.

You want me to teach
you, like, a simple combo?

Sure, in case I ever end up in
another ill advised drug vendor.

All right.

Hands up.

Left leg forward, fighter stance.

Yeah, that's good.

All right, I'll make sure you're the
first combo my dad ever taught me.

All right, it's just the
jab, jab, right hook.

So it's jab, jab, right hook.

Okay, what just happened there?

My arm's been getting these spasms lately.

Both arms, or just the right?

Just the right.

Sometimes it feels like it belongs
to a completely different person.

Like it's not a part of me.

Like it has a mind of its own.

It's crazy, right?

It's alien hand syndrome.

I'm sorry, alien hand
syndrome is the official name?

It's also called Dr. Strangelove syndrome.

I'm not sure that's any better.

Whatever it's called,
this is a new one for me.

No, not for me.

I spent a summer in Haiti
doing Doctors Without Borders.

There was a fisherman who
couldn't even cast his line, and

no one could figure out what
it was until I diagnosed him.

Okay, so then you already
know that it's a limb that acts

as if by its own will without
the brain's conscious control.

You can see patients picking things
up without realizing it, untying with one

hand with the other hand
just tied, and it can be violent.

People have even strangled themselves.

Or punched themselves.

Explains what happened in the ring.

And what happened to you, Dr. Wolfe?

AHS is not our answer.

It's just a symptom of something bigger.

Question is what?

With Pierre, the fisherman
from Haiti, that was a tumor.

But this could be a progressive
neurological disease.

How do we persuade him to take a test?

We could offer him a
lifetime spy of creatine.

It might not have to be for that
long if whatever he has is terminal.

I don't know how they do things at
Cornell, but here we respect our patients.

And we don't sit on my flooring.

Yes, I understand.

I will look for more cuts.

But we'll be hanging by a thread if I
agree to everything that you're asking.

You need to know that.

Yeah, I'll be in touch.

Do you want to save money?

Fire the new resident.

He's not a good fit.

And you planting an underling
to do your bidding is a bit much.

He's not a plant.

He applied for the position.

And your department could use the help.

Okay, fine.

I'll take Dr. Porter,
but in return, I want you

to approve the SPECT
scan I requested for Dad.

God!

I am underwater right now.

And this is low on my
list of priorities, Oliver.

Is everything okay?

Maybe you should think
about taking some time off.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

How is your father doing?

Is he still leaving half-empty
coffee cups in every room?

He used to drive me crazy.

I haven't noticed.

Right.

Because you live here now.

You mentioned that insomnia
was one of his latest symptoms.

I did.

He said it started about eight months ago.

When we were married, he used to say
that insomnia would be the death of him.

Plagued him his whole life.

Oliver, I don't want
your father to be sick.

But I also don't want him
to take advantage of you.

So I will approve that scan.

Maybe it will give you the
truth you need, once and for all.

Tommy, I'd like to try something.

Do it clean with your left.

How's that supposed to cure the yips?

Tommy doesn't have the yips.

What did I tell you?

Clean bill of health.

No, wait, wait, wait.

Now do it clean with your right.

Hey, it's okay, baby.

Just do what the doctor says, right?

You can't do it.

Okay, it's okay.

He's been struggling for
a while with his right hand.

I saw it the other day.

He had trouble brushing his teeth.

We think that Tommy is dealing with a
rare condition called Alien Hand Syndrome.

His hand is acting on its own.

It's neurological, but a
side effect is something else.

We need to run tests to find the cause.

Luly noted.

I'll fill in Dr. Hendricks.

I would really prefer
to run the test myself.

You've gone above and beyond, Dr. Wolf.

We appreciate it.

But I think I know what's best for my boy.

He stays away from the fight.

That's our focus now.

You can see a way out.

Tommy, let us help you.

What the hell is the matter with you?

Did you not hear me?

Get out of here!

Now!

Come on, go!

I know it wasn't easy growing up with a
dad who was struggling with mental illness.

It was harder growing
up without a dad at all.

Looks pretty good.

For somebody who gets
hit in the head for a living.

It's my dad's.

Yes, I am still working him up.

So, according to Carol, we both
have an avoided detachment style.

According to Carol, she has a secure
attachment style, but she's getting divorced.

So, make that make sense.

Wolf, um...

It's been a while since
your dad's come back and I...

If I could, I would.

But 30 years is a lot.

To process, Josh, my house just...

isn't in order.

No one's house is ever in order.

But I get it.

I get who you are and I
get that this is your response

to the shock of your father
coming back into your life.

I get it and believe me,
Oliver, I can't imagine.

But you can't expect me to wait for
something that might not ever happen.

Dr. Wolf.

Is everything okay?

We had a really scary night.

I don't know what happened.

He just... Tommy froze up like a zombie.

He wouldn't let me bring him in.

It happened again this morning
and I... Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Are you all right?

I need a complete picture of his life.

Additional symptoms, changes in
diet, any medications he might be on.

Full transparency.

Of course.

In the meantime, let's get
started on some more testing.

Okay.

Dr. Thorne.

Dr. Carol Fierce.

Brightening the hallways of my E.D.

Please tell me this means you're back.

Nope.

Just helping Wolf with the case.

Not even stepping foot on the psych floor.

You never saw me.

Fine, but so we're clear, I'd do anything
to have a competent head of psych.

The kid they replaced you with
couldn't grow a mustache if you tried.

Please.

It used to be me you complained about.

Don't worry about
fixing their heads, Carol.

They're just here for a hot sandwich.

That was friendly banter
fueled by latent sexual tension.

Head fixers call that erotomenic delusion.

Well, if I have to keep dealing
with Doogie Howser, my

delusions are gonna be
more of the homicidal variety.

Save me, Carol.

Dr. Wolf?

We found something in Tommy's meds.

He's been taking dangerously
high levels of levodopa.

A drug used to manage Parkinson's.

Corticobasal degeneration
can cause alien hand.

I guess he knew it all along.

Just wanted to appease
his wife by coming here.

He completely played us.

You have something called
corticobasal degeneration.

What does that mean?

It's a form of atypical Parkinsonism.

It accounts for the alien hand syndrome and
your MRI is consistent with the diagnosis.

Tommy, did you know that you had this?

Or are you keeping it a secret so
you wouldn't have to stop fighting?

What?

No.

We looked at all your supplements.

You're taking a high dose of a drug called
levodopa, which is used to manage symptoms.

The episode that you had last
night is likely a side effect of that.

But Tommy's so young.

That's why we call it early onset.

But there is reason for hope.

Advancements are being
made every day that will

help with the quality
of life moving forward.

And with some patients,
boxing is actually used

to help stave off the
progression of Parkinson's.

My dad is in charge of all my supplements.

I just take what he tells me.

He knew.

He and Dr. Hendricks
knew who didn't tell me

because he didn't want me to stop fighting.

So much for him for penguins, huh?

He was never protecting me.

He was exploiting me.

We'll continue on the levodopa,
but a more conservative dose.

It's worth a trial, even though
his presentation is atypical.

I completely agree.

Treatment for typical
Parkinson's can still help

with motor function as we
figure out the best course.

Where's my boy?

Tommy!

Tommy, where are you?

Get me out of here, Tom!

You know we have our own doctor.

I don't think Dr. Hendricks will be
practicing medicine much longer.

I will make sure of that.

What did you tell Tommy,
you smug son of a bitch?

My mom has a lot of things,
but even I wouldn't go that far.

I am treating Tommy, not gaslighting him

into thinking there's
nothing wrong with him.

You don't know what you're talking about.

You don't know anything about me or my son.

Do you need help getting
that through your thick skull?

Lay one hand on him, and
you're leaving here on a stretcher.

And I'm a neurosurgeon, so I
can get that through your thick skull.

Okay, I really appreciate the
sentiment, but we did take an oath.

Do no harm.

I didn't sign an oath.

See, you still got it.

You're fine.

Don't let these doctors push you.

It's enough, Dad.

Enough with the lies.

You've gotten me killed.

Tommy, this is the risk you take
every time you get in the cage.

You've got to walk in there
believing you're invincible.

But I'm not.

I am not invincible.

I am sick.

It's real.

It's not going away.

No!

No.

I refuse to believe this
will take you away from me.

I love you, kid.

You are going to be fine.

I get it.

You don't want to fix a broken man, right?

Good news.

You don't have to.

Oh, Tom.

Tommy.

Honestly, Tommy's dad
reminds me a lot of my old man.

The only time I hear from him now is when
the cowboy's injured reserves list changes.

Ah, sure, but did he ever hide a
life threatening diagnosis from you?

Uh, yes.

Atypical megalomania.

You know you love me, Marcus.

I think you just proved my point.

Wow.

I didn't mean to interrupt a
meeting of the Dr. Wolf fan club.

Carry on.

We're not sick of things.

We've all had our moments with Wolf.

He's not always the easiest
boss, but he's a great doctor.

Who's been fired from every
hospital in the tri-state area.

Dr. Wolf might be face blind,
but he sees right through you.

You're gonna last five minutes.

Do I trigger you, Kenny?

Buck up.

You know, medicine is a mean sport.

Try not to take it so personally.

Oh, and also, I'm your senior.

You don't start treating me that
way, you might not last five minutes.

Hey.

Get a hold.

I see you found the gift shop.

Yeah, yeah.

Cynthia says I spoil them, but
I just want to see them happy.

I'd say that makes you a good dad.

I used to think I had the best role model.

For as long as I've been alive,
my dad's been there for me.

He'd get up for the summers even now.

Running hills with me.

My first loss, my first win.

It's hard to reconcile that
with the man who lied to me.

But I love what I do.

It's not just about my dad.

So, uh, if it's all gonna end, I
want it to end on a high note.

One last win.

I want my girls to be proud of me.

I hate to admit it, I want my
dad to be proud of me too.

I understand that instinct.

Believe me, I do.

But Tommy, in good conscience, I
have to urge you not to get back in the

ring or the cage or the
octagon, whatever you call it.

With all due respect,
Dr. Wolf, you can't stop me.

Then at least let me try to prevent
you from killing yourself in the process.

Your arm isn't the issue, it's your brain.

Focus on the reflection of
your left arm in the mirror.

Looks like I'm using my right arm.

Yes, in other words, your bad arm.

This helps retrain your brain into
believing you have full control over it.

Eventually you go from thinking you
can control it to actually controlling it.

This is pretty wild, Dr. Wolf.

They teach this in medical school?

No, but I try to think outside of the box.

Or, in this case, inside the box.

Don't get discouraged.

Keep going.

Repetition is your friend.

The visual feedback provided to
you by the mirror is strengthening

the connection between
intention and sensory feedback.

Eventually leading to
motor control and speed,

conditioning both so they
come to you as instinct.

I am definitely having a midlife crisis.

That was so much fun.

Admit it, Pierce.

Admit what?

I know you love your fancy
Espresso machine, but you miss

me, and you miss helping
people like Tommy come back.

You just want to walk down
the hall and get free therapy.

Well, as a matter of fact, I could
use some of that piercing wisdom.

I am scared to get close to my dad.

I'm afraid he's lying to me.

It's understandable.

It's a lot of baggage to unpack.

But let's pretend there wasn't.

Let's pretend that he's just a patient.

What would you do to help him?

You would do everything in
your power to get to know him.

Go home, Wolf.

Go home.

How you feeling?

The first MMA fighter with
a neurologist as a coach.

I was thinking after this I could open
a gym, help people with Parkinson's.

You know, maybe I got a greater
purpose than knocking people out.

That's a great idea, Tommy.

Why don't we talk about
it after you knock him out?

Alright.

Go get him.

See, Tommy's got the reach.

He just needs to watch the jab.

Look at you talking sports.

Alright.

That's it for me, guys.

I'll see you back at the bar, alright?

Your arm isn't the issue.

It's your brain.

Thank you.

Thank you, Dr. Wolf.

Thanks for helping, you guys.

This place is really
starting to feel like home.

Cute and handy lesbian
is just one of the many

fine amenities that
comes with this apartment.

Stop flirting with me in
front of my friend, Katie.

It's embarrassing.

Fine.

I gotta turn in for the night anyways.

Night.

Night.

My shoulder feels a lot better after PT.

Oh, it does.

Does it?

Mm-hmm.

Sweet dreams.

I'm glad you're back.

I'm glad you're better.

Me too.

Ow!

Oh, yikes.

Huh.

I never took you for a
slow unpacker, roomie.

Who would have thought?

Three days, four tops.

Yeah, well, blame it on vacation mode.

Vacation mode.

The fight-or-flight response is how
human beings respond to stress.

It's a survival mechanism that allows us to

react quickly to
life-threatening situations.

Some of us prefer flight.

We escape to protect ourselves.

I have talked to the cleaning staff,
the doorman, the HOA, and still,

the shoes are there.

I mean, you're the professional here.

What do you think?

I want my job back.

Get a date on the books
with the hospital board.

I'm ready to tell my side of the story.

I'm on it.

And some of us prefer to stay and fight,
even if we know we might lose in the end.

Dr. Wolf.

Charlie.

The new resident is secretly
working for your mom.

Oh.

Now I recognize you.

I wanted to apologize.

I know I made a few rookie mistakes.

But the truth is, I asked
for this job because of you.

You're the best.

And I want to learn from the best.

How about we wipe the slate clean?

I'd like that.

But what if a threat comes out of nowhere?

Hey, Dad.

I figure we might as well
stop avoiding each other.

Got some Thai food.

You can finally regale
me with stories of Bangkok.

How do we fight when we've been
knocked down again and again?

Where do you learn to punch like that?

It doesn't matter.

He won't be fighting back anymore.

Isn't that right, Oliver?

Hey, hey, hey.

Love like yours will surely come my way.

Greg, move your head.