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Previously on
"Brilliant Minds"...

An apartment building
has partially collapsed.

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 I might be distracted.

I might be preoccupied.

It's me, Ollie. It's Dad.

I'm sick. Not just bipolar.

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

♪ Every day it's
a-getting closer ♪

♪ Going faster than
a roller coaster ♪

♪ Love like yours will
surely come my way ♪

♪ A-hey, a-hey-hey ♪

♪ Every day it's
a-getting faster ♪

♪ Everyone said, "Go
ahead and ask her" ♪

♪ Love like yours will
surely come my way ♪

♪ A-hey, a-hey-hey ♪

♪ Every day seems
a little longer ♪

♪ Every way... ♪

Code Green. I
repeat, Code Green.

Facility is on lockdown.

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 elopement.

He's out of bounds.

Go around. Cut off the exit.

He's heading to the north wing.

Facility on lockdown.

Code Walker. Code Walker.

-We're gaining on him.
-There he is!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Oliver, there's nowhere to go.

Grab him!

Come on!

No, please.

Oliver, no one is
going to hurt you.

Don't do this.

Aah!

Come on, Tommy, let's go.

Come on, baby.

That's it. Tommy, move! Move!

Come on, you can do this!
Get out of your head!

You got this, baby. Let's go.

Come on! There's no time!

Force yourself. Push!

Push! Push! That's it!

Come on, he's open!

What the hell are
you 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!

Stop him!

Girls! Come here!

-What are you doing?
-Tommy, what the hell?

Tommy!

-Dr. Thorne?
-Yeah.

-Ready to round?
-Five more minutes.

Okay,

but my patients have
been waiting for hours.

Why do you think that is?

You notice anything
here in my E.R.?

Look, certain services upstairs,

they like to take
their 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.
-Alright.

Coming through.

What we got?

Blunt head injury with LOC.

GCS is, uh, 13-ish now.

Glucose normal. No intox.

And, um, wife's a little
too upset to give any info.

-Page Carol.
-Dr. Pierce is still on leave.

Um, okay, so, head trauma, LOC,

not totally back to baseline.

Could be a concussion, bleed,

or post-ictal from a seizure.

Okay, we're gonna
need some staples.

Hold tight.
-Cool. Cool.

I'll, um, consult neuro.

Bro, you are neuro.

-Come on.
-Hey, um, can I get that gauze?

Thank you. It's gonna
be okay. It's okay.

Alright? So, uh...

You want to tell
me what happened?

You mind easing up a little bit?
-Tommy, let go!

A little backup, please!

My turn. What am I feeling?

Uh, exhausted,
under appreciated,

maybe even a little
itchy. Eczema?

Behind my knees.
Okay, do Gary next.

Uh, maybe tomorrow. Hey,
uh, Kinney. Wait up.

-Hey.
-How's Lou?

Uh, good.

I literally just
landed at LaGuardia.

Jacob needs us in the E.D.
-Oh.

-Where is Dana?
-Uh...

-Mnh!
-Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

Are you okay?
-Mm-hmm, I'm fine.

It just, um, hurts.

Why does chronic pain
have to be so chronic?

Luckily, I've gotten
very well acquainted

with your pressure points.

Turn.

Ooh. Okay.

Mmm. Mmm.

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

Multiple times in the head.

-I got to go.
-Hmm?

But... my pressure points!

Dr. Wolf.

They need us in the E.D.

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 Spect 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?

Wait, something
is different here.

Kinney, you're back.

Fully recharged
and ready to work.

I-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.

Transfer 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
E.D. 20 minutes ago.

Good, then let's get on it.

Alright, Dr. Markus,

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.

Yeah. He's fine, he's fine.

Dr. Nash, your emotional
support interns have arrived.

I'm the attending
neurologist, Dr. Wolf.

I'm Tommy's personal doctor.
I can take it from here.

Neuro exam is
standard procedure.

Wolf, trust me, these guys
aren't going to give you

two hours for taking a history.

Well, maybe you should
have spent two hours

on these wound margins.

Next time, I'll do the
wound margins in that huge,

huge, conspicuously
empty office of yours.

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

-Eh.
-Alright.

Dr. Hendricks has
us covered, so...

I got to 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 bleeder, edema.

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

We got it under control. Okay?

Alright, baby, maybe we
should listen to the doctor.

Do a neuro exam.
-Consider it a precaution.

What are you doing?

I take it back. Good
call, paging 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, Bitsy.

That is our time.

I hate to ask this question,

but I have some
friends on the board

at Susan G. Komen, and...

is it true you were
fired from Bronx General?

That is inaccurate.

I'm simply on 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.

I feel awful that you
were on the receiving end,

but I'd really appreciate it

if you didn't bring
in the 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 neuro testing.

I assure you, he will.

I've been the
Grudco family doctor

since Earl there
was a featherweight.

Tommy, can you tell me

exactly what resulted
in your head injury?

Eh, it was nothing but a
sparring match gone wrong.

Dad, I was punching myself.

Look, my, uh...

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.

A 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, uh, 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 ergonomic.

And my clients, they all
smell like Chanel No. 5.

Oh! 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 refuse to grovel.

Alison 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.

He 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 gave you that black eye?
-Yes.

Then by all means, bring him in.

I'd like to thank him in person.

Hey. You paged?

Just hang tight, Mrs. Garcia.

Remember those words I gave you.

Scissors, penny, ball.

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

Look at you, getting
your sea legs.

I am dreading my E.R. rotation.

This place is a real
anxiety trigger.

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

complaining 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, you look good, Kinney.

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.

I do make a really good friend.

I could have sworn you
were supposed to be

chasing down my labs, Dr. Nash.

How about 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

his meds and out of my E.R.

And if you want to
flirt with Dr. Kinney,

do that on your own time.

Got it.

So, Tommy, tell me,

how'd you get into fighting?

Does it run in your family?

I, uh, 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 too literally.

When I was that age,

I just knew I was going
to be a marine biologist.

I was obsessed with
emperor penguins.

-Penguins?
-Emperor penguins, specifically.

The father penguins
literally starve 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.

You know, he'd drive two
hours each way to the gym,

make sure I had
the best trainers.

Mm.

I'd complain the whole time,

and he'd just say,
"Suck it up, Tommy.

It's better to raise strong
boys than 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, uh...

...I just wonder if he
sees me differently now.

And why would that be?

I've been off my game...

losing more.

And what does that mean
for your relationship?

Dad's a winner.

That's 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.

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 got to say, sparring with
a doctor is a first for me.

-You ever been in a fight?
-No.

Uh, 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 bender.

Alright. Hands up.

Left leg forward in
a fighting stance.

That's good. Alright.

I'm gonna show you the first
combo my dad ever taught me.

Alright, it's just a
jab, jab, right hook.

So, it's, uh...

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.

That'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.

Oh, 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 what
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. Wolf.

AHS is not our answer.

It's just a symptom
of something bigger.

Question is, what?

With Pierre, the fisherman
from Haiti, there 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 supply of creatine.

Might not have to
be for that long

if whatever he has is terminal.

I don't know how they
did things at Cornell,

but here we respect
our patients.

And we don't sit on my Floré.

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.

If 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.

Um, 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.

Hmm.

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 kill 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?

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 of something else.

We need to run tests
to find the cause.

Duly noted. I'll fill
in Dr. Hendricks.

I would really prefer
to run the tests myself.

No, you've gone above
and beyond, Dr. Wolf.

We appreciate it,

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

He's days away from a
fight. That's our focus now.

So, if you could
see your 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, uh, harder growing
up without a dad at all.

Looks pretty good...

for someone who gets hit
in the head for a living.

It's my dad's.

Huh.

Yes, I am still working him up.

So,
according to Carol,

we both have an avoidant
attachment 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...

I know.

If I could, I would,

but 30 years is a
lot to process, Josh.

My house just... isn't in order.

Um...

no one's house is ever in order.

But I-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.

Yeah.

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,

and it happened again
this morning, and...

Oh, okay.

Are you alright?
-Yeah. I'm fine. I'm fine.

I need a complete
picture of his life.

Additional symptoms,
changes in diet,

any medications he might be on.

Full transparency.

Of course. Yeah.

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 a 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 he tried.

Please. It used to be
me you complained about.

Don't worry about
fixing the hands, Carol.

They're just here
for a hot sandwich.

That was friendly banter fueled
by latent sexual tension.

Head fixers call that
erotomanic delusion.

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

my delusions are going to 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.

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?

Were 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 and didn't tell me

because they didn't want
me to stop fighting.

So much for emperor
penguins, huh?

He was never protecting me.

He was exploiting me.

We'll continue him on levodopa,

But a more conservative dose.

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

Completely agree.

Treatment for
typical Parkinson's

can still help him
with motor function

as we figure out
the best course.

Where's my boy? Tommy!
Tommy, where are you?

I'm getting you
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?

Oh, my mom is 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.

Oh!

See? You still got
it. You're fine.

Don't let these
doctors poison you.

That's enough, Dad.
Enough with the lies.

You could have gotten me killed.

That's the risk you take every
time you get in the cage.

You 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 Cowboys'

injured reserve list changes.
-Ah, sure.

But did he ever hide

a life-threatening
diagnosis from you?

Uh, yes.

Atypical megalomania.

You know you love me, Markus.

I think you just
proved my point.

Wow.

Didn't mean to
interrupt a meeting

of the Dr. Wolf fan club.

Carry on.
-We're not sycophants.

We've all had our
moments with Wolf.

And he's not always
the easiest boss,

but he's a great doctor.

Who's been fired
from every hospital

in the tristate area.

Dr. Wolf might be face blind,

but he sees right through you.

You're gonna last five minutes.

Do I trigger you, Kinney?

Buck up.

You know, medicine
is a mean sport.

Try not to take
it so personally.

Oh, and also...

I'm your senior.

If you don't start
treating me that way,

you might not last five minutes.

-Hey.
-Thanks Dad!

I see you found the gift shop.

Yeah.

Cynthia says I spoil them,

but I just want
to see them happy.

Well, 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 before
the sun was even out.

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 going to 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.

We'll focus on the reflection
of your left arm in the mirror.

It looks like I'm
using my right arm.

Yes. In other
words, your bad arm.

Now, 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, uh, teach you
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.

That's understandable.

There'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.

Proud of you no
matter what, alright?

Hey.

How are you feeling?

Like the first MMA fighter
with a neurologist as a coach.

I was thinking after this,
I could open up a gym

and 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?

-Right.
-Go get him!

-Come on, baby!
-Tommy!

See, Tommy's got the reach. He
just needs to watch the jab.

Look at you talking sports.

Alright.

Oh!

That's it for me, guys.

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

Come on!

-Alright, Tommy. Alright!
-Come on, Tommy.

Let's go, Tommy.

Your arm isn't the
issue. It's your brain.

Okay. That's it, that's
it. Fight's over.

-I see you!
-Tommy!

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 got to 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.
Glad you're better.

Me too.

-Ah!
-Ah! Yikes!

Huh, I never took you for
a slow unpacker, roomie.

I would have thought
three days, four tops.

Yeah, well, blame
it on vacation mode.

Okay.

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 doormen, 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 who's
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?

♪ Running from a shadow ♪

Hey, Dad.

Figure we might as well
stop avoiding each other.

Got some Thai food.

You can finally regale me
with stories of Bangkok.

♪ All you got to do
is make it through ♪

How do we fight when
we've been knocked down

again and again?

Where'd he learn
to punch like that?

It doesn't matter.

He won't be fighting
back anymore.

Isn't that right, Oliver?

♪ ...love like yours
will surely come my way ♪

♪ A-hey, a-hey-hey ♪

♪ Love like yours will
surely come my way ♪

Greg, move your head.