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Previously on
"Brilliant Minds"...

I talked to Mrs. Torres.

We came up with a new plan
for Jorge's treatment.

You don't speak
to another family member

without me present.

This reaction is irrational.

Get out of my office.

Now!

She wanted more time.

You gave her that.

You extended her life.

It felt like
I extended her death.

Michelle,
we were so good together.

-What happened?
-We didn't communicate.

-Are you guys back together?
-Yeah. We are.

30-year-old schizoaffective male

complaining
of daily chest pains.

-What's going on?
-It's a sign of liver failure.

Whether right or wrong,

you simply
cannot get a transplant

if you're entirely alone.

Sam, there's some people here
to see you.

-I'm at Hudson Oaks.
-They won't let me leave.

-Aah!
-You won't be fighting back anymore.

Isn't that right, Oliver?

Your escape back tonight

reminded me of that little stunt

you pulled at the hospital gala.

You remember that?

At the time, I thought,
"This guy's a force!"

But in a good way.

Now, the staff member
you assaulted needs stitches.

You're holding me
against my will.

I want to leave.

We have been over this, Oliver.

I am worried that you
have not made any progress

since you came to us...

voluntarily, I might add.

You're paranoid.
You're defensive.

You won't let us help you.

It's high time we be honest
about why you're here.

Either we talk about him

or we keep doing
this same song and dance.

Elongate.

Put me down!

Put me down! Aah!

I've never had an attendant
yell at me like that, Terry.

It was disturbing.

Unprofessional.
B-Borderline psychotic.

I mean, Dr. Wolf
is completely out of line.

Yeah. That's fair.

But we've spent, uh,
an inordinate amount of time

in our sessions
talking about your boss.

Okay, you got to remember
that holding on to anger...

It's like drinking poison

and expecting
the other person to die. Yeah.

Well...

You work together, right?

Yeah. You got to learn
how to coexist.

I think he's misjudged you.

My advice?

Try to show him
who you really are.

That I can do.

Isn't this a little premature?

We still have leftovers
from Thanksgiving.

I don't care.

This is my favorite time
of year...

the tree lighting
at Rockefeller Center,

all the window displays
on Fifth Avenue,

our hospital holiday gala.

Just Christmas brings back
a lot of sweet memories.

Oh!

Like my little Ollie
coming back from school

with the most... peculiar
homemade ornament.

-It's not peculiar.
-It's tungsten.

-Oh.
-I had to corrode the metal with ferric chloride

to etch the chemical symbol
on it.

Quite the feat
for a third grader.

Mm.

So, I know how you hate
the pomp and circumstance

of hospital galas,

so you have my permission
to skip tonight.

It's a little
early Christmas gift from me.

-What's the catch?
-No catch.

Honey, I know that I'm not
gonna be the one

that you turn to for help.

God knows
I never turned to my mother

when I was in
any kind of crisis.

-But I want you to understand that it's okay...
-Mom, stop.

I can handle the gala,

if it means you'll stop using
these impromptu visits

to psychoanalyze me.

Don't make me change the locks.

That megawatt smile
could solve the energy crisis.

-What's got you so happy?
-That sweet taste of freedom.

After months of mediation over
custody and assets and alimony,

my divorce is signed, sealed,
and delivered.

That's my girl!

Looks like we both got reason
to celebrate.

I got my kids for Christmas.

Starting to see a day where Amy
and I can amicably co-parent.

-Well, amen to that.
-Yeah.

How about we toast our wins

-tonight at the gala?
-Watch your back! Behind you!

I never say no to an open bar.

That's my cue.
See you tonight?

-Okay.
-Alright.

3... 2... 1.

Fresh off his tour of duty
in the E.D.

Welcome back to Neuro.

Never leave us again.

I won't. How can I help?

You got a spare liver?

You can start
by calling every hospital

in a 500-mile radius.

No one cares that Sam
has his family to support him.

Every transplant program
thinks he's too big of a risk

because of his schizophrenia.

So we're casting a wider net.

I found a couple shelters
he stayed at.

They're gonna send me
character references.

We can see
if they strengthen his case.

-That's amazing.
-Thank you.

Lock it down already.

I'm trying.

Look,
I don't have time for this.

It's opening night, and I need
to get back to rehearsal.

I refuse to let that bitch Nina
take my place.

-I already hate her.
-I'm Dr. Wolf.

I'm here for your neuro consult.

And your name is...

the Sugar Plum Fairy?

I'm sorry.

No, I am a huge fan
of the City Ballet.

My mom took me
to "The Nutcracker"

-every year growing up.
-I'm glad to hear it.

Can we skip the formalities

and get the hell out of here,
please.

Uh...

Yes. Uh, okay.

So, Juliette, your file says

that you had a long ICU stay
here for sepsis

and respiratory failure
due to a bad pneumonia,

but you left early
against your doctor's advice?

That was nearly three months ago

and totally unrelated.

Hi. I'm Dr. Porter.

Looks like we were both paged
for a consult.

-Yeah, I have it handled.
-You can go.

If two doctors speeds us up,
by all means stay.

We heard that you fell
and hit your head.

How are you feeling now?

Please. I never fall.

My partner dropped me during
the Grand Pas, on purpose.

He's dumb as rocks
and sleeping with my understudy.

They've had it out for me
since day one.

Zora, my artistic director,
thinks that I'm being paranoid.

-Zora Flynn?
-She's an institution.

-Yep.
-She'll be there till she dies.

And then they'll probably
dip her body in formaldehyde

and prop her in a chair forever.

Don't give Dr. Wolf
any ideas.

Okay, just...

try to relax.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

My eyes are burning.

Why are my eyes burning?

I feel like I'm frozen.

Why is it so cold in here?

Something's happening.

W-Where am I?!

-Juliette, you're...
-you're in the hospital.

No, no! I have to get back.

Okay. Alright.

Juliette is an imaging now.

When we were examining her,

she became altered, confused,
disoriented.

We're testing to make sure

that the fall didn't cause
a brain bleed

or any other serious problems.

Her timing could not be worse.

She said her partner
dropped her on purpose.

Of course she did.

Juliette loves to play
the victim.

No. She panicked, lost position,

knocked Mikhail down
in the process.

This was her fault.

You don't have a very forgiving
teaching style, do you?

Pot meet kettle.

Ballet is an unforgiving world.

Juliette has...

incredible promise.

But I admit I've been worried
about her lately.

She used to be fearless.

Not anymore.

To be frank,
she hasn't been the same

since she left your hospital.

Well, to be honest,

it's remarkable that she's back
to dancing at all.

She was septic, intubated.

We would have kept her longer
had she agreed to stay.

But you signed
her discharge paperwork.

Oh, she was improving.

She needed the time to rehearse.

Well, I wish
she had taken the time

to show up
for her follow-up appointment.

She could be at risk
for a host of complications

just from her degree
of deconditioning alone.

I have been at this a long time,

and what we're dealing with is
a textbook case of stage fright.

Fortunately,
that's why we have understudies.

Yeah.

-Thank you so much.
-I'm on my way.

A shelter in Mott Haven
has intel on Sam.

They need my credentials,

so I have to head down there
in person.

Uh, the hospital gala's tonight.

Uh, I finagled Dr. Wolf's
plus one,

assuming we'd have reason
to celebrate.

Um, you think your mom
could babysit?

-Oh, I don't know.
-It's kind of last-minute.

Yeah. Nah. It's... It's cool.

Yeah. No, I totally get it.
Um. Another time.

Okay.

Have you ever seen Markus
in a tux?

I mean, I got your back, Miche,

so, you know, I'll fight
those ladies off for you.

But just in case
I'm outnumbered,

you should probably come.

I'll see what I can do.

Bro, you got, like,
zero game...

Ze-ro.

Dr. Pierce, you have got
to take me shopping.

You are the best-dressed doctor
in the outer boroughs.

Thank you, Amelia.

To what do I owe this honor?

Just making some last-minute
adjustments for tonight.

Hudson Oaks
is sponsoring the gala.

Yes. Dr. Landon told me that.

-She is a real hoot.
-Mm-hmm.

And that hairstyle.

Ooh! Très chic!

I just want Bronx General
to know

that Hudson Oaks
is here for you.

We want to be
your go-to resource

anytime a patient might need
long-term care.

That is very generous.

But we make all of our decisions
on a case-by-case basis.

-Of course. You know best.
-Mm-hmm.

Excuse me?

Gorgeous bouquet.

What is the occasion?

They are from Wolf.

I am...

officially divorced today.

Hallelujah.

I finalized mine
three years ago.

Never looked back.

Are you on the apps yet?

Oh, I don't think
I'm ready for all that.

No, no, no, no, no.

I can guide you
through all the pitfalls.

For starters,
the camera adds three inches.

--Oh.
-Ooh. Hi, Dr. Wolf.

-It's a pleasure to see you.
-Sorry.

Uh, face blind and in a rush.

I have a ballerina who's a bit
of a tough nut to crack.

She could use
some of that Carol magic.

Are you free?

-Yes.
-Good.

Juliette, what happened
right before you collapsed?

You look like you went
somewhere else.

It happens a lot
when I'm dancing.

I'll be in the middle
of rehearsing,

and suddenly it's like...

I'm transported somewhere else.

Sometimes it's like
I'm freezing, trembling,

cold in my bones...

...like my body is made of ice.

Other times,
it feels like I'm choking.

I can't breathe.

I can't scream.

But that's not even
the worst of it.

I try to get away.

And then I feel a sharp pain,

like I'm being stabbed
in the back repeatedly.

And then it's over.

Until it happens again.

Some highlights
from Juliette's ICU stay.

She was intubated,
which would explain the choking.

Ice packs were used
to bring down a fever,

hence freezing onstage.

And she had a lumbar puncture,

which she is reliving
as being stabbed in the back.

Where is this going?

Our patient
is experiencing ICU PTSD

from her three-week stay
in the hospital.

-Mm-hmm.
-She's having flashbacks,

and not to events
that actually happened,

but to the hallucinations
she had

while she was sedated,
but delirious.

Her mind is trying to make sense

of everything
that happened to her.

Exposure therapy might be our
best shot to get her through.

But she needs to work her way
up to that.

With all due respect,

what if this has nothing to do
with the ICU?

She's a dancer.

I know the type. Dated a few.

It's an unrelenting lifestyle...

The diet,
the hours on their feet,

not to mention
certain stimulants.

You're a second-year resident

speaking to the head of
psychiatry about a psych issue.

I'm just voicing an alternative
theory, which is what we do.

I'd rather you keep your
alternative theories to yourself.

Or what? Are you gonna
scream at me again?

By all means, I would love
to have a witness this time.

I made a mistake
with the Torres family.

Why can't you let this go?

Because your mistake
almost cost my patient his life!

Enough!

And you've never made a mistake

that cost a patient their life?

Things aren't working out
with my resident.

I want Charlie Porter
off my team.

Out of the hospital
would be ideal.

Slow down.

Did he do anything specific
to warrant this?

Yes. He's arrogant.

He disagrees with me
at every turn.

He undermines me.

He believes that practicing
medicine his way

-is the only way.
-You're right.

Who could work with someone
like that?

Dr. Porter tried to transfer
Jorge Torres to hospice

-without consulting me.
-But he didn't.

And I'm guessing you set
him straight, which is your job.

Look, having a differing opinion

isn't enough to fire someone,
Wolf.

If you think he's a bad doctor,

it's your job
to make him a better one.

Normally, I'd agree with you,

but, Josh, I'm telling you,
Porter is a lost cause.

Nerves getting
the best of you, Markus?

Things are going great
between me and Michelle,

but I can tell
she's getting cold feet.

And I was the one
who broke her heart.

I wasn't committed.
I wasn't ready, you know?

I was afraid to be a dad.

But...

I'm not gonna screw it up again.

I want to ask her
to move in with me.

Damn! Grand gesture.

I like it.

I just want us to have
a fresh start, you know?

Charge nurse,
please call the operator.

Charge nurse,
please call the operator.

Okay. Why do I feel like
you're getting cold feet now?

What's up?

Damn mirror-touch.

When I went home to Dallas
for Thanksgiving,

I reconnected with one of my,
uh, old team doctors.

We got to talking,

and he offered me a spot
in his residency program.

Oh. In Texas?

They have a top-tier
sports clinic.

And I'll still be doing neuro,
just in a sports context.

I never imagined moving home
anytime soon,

but this is like my dream job.

So why do I sense,
like, you don't want to do it?

Man, what's keeping you here?

Ah. It's me, huh?

Man...

You mentioned being intubated
was a scary experience.

Let's start there.

I want you to follow the light
with your eyes

and tell me all about it.

Before I fell unconscious, I...

I couldn't catch my breath.

When they intubated me,
I panicked.

They had to hold me down.
It was awful.

Okay. Let's stay right there.

Keep following the light
and tell me what comes up.

I couldn't relax my body.

I could hear Zora's voice
in my head.

-"You're as stiff as a board."
-Mm.

And how did that make you feel?

Like a failure.

I felt weak for being so scared.

Those are called
negative self-beliefs.

But I also remember telling
Zora to shut up in my head.

-Oh.
-I stood up for myself.

That's more positive.

Let's go with that.

Describe that memory for me
one more time.

I'm in the hospital.

I'm... I'm sick.

I feel like I can't breathe.

That's okay.
I-I need to get healthy.

Doctors and nurses...

they intubate me because they...

they want me to get better.

It's scary.

But it's nice,
having people take care of me.

Makes me feel...

-...worthy.
-Do you often feel unworthy?

It's the nature of the gig,
Dr. Pierce.

There are literally a thousand
women waiting to replace me.

Can you try
to reframe that for me?

I have worked my ass off
to be the best at what I do.

Thousands of women
want to dance like me.

But...

I am singular.

Damn straight.

We're still working on
finding a hospital

that will list Sam.

I'm sorry
I don't have better news.

But I'm not giving up.

That's rare,

the kind of attention
you're giving him.

Speaking of which,

when was the last time you ate?

Go get some food.

Take care of yourself.

Thank you.

...please report to Room 312.

...please report to Room 312.

How's it looking?

I was about to check his eyes,

but vent settings are good.

Only intubated for neuro exam
and airway protection.

Dana...

tell me what you see.

Unilaterally enlarged
and sluggish pupils.

His cerebral edema
could be worsening.

No, this isn't happening.

-Dr. Nichols can fix this.
-Mm-hmm.

And... And we will get him
listed somewhere,

and everything's
gonna be alright.

I'm not dancing tonight, am I?

That's up to you, Juliette.

We recommend that you remain

in the hospital for one night,

face down those fears
before they get worse.

It's what's called
exposure therapy.

We want to replace
that terrifying narrative

that your mind created
with a real-life one.

This is the room

where you spent three weeks
with pneumonia.

We have a detailed record
of every blood draw,

every IV drip,
every fever medication.

It will give you a clear sense

of what actually happened
in here.

Or, if you'd like,
we can discharge you,

and you can make it in time
for opening night.

And we'll keep
our fingers crossed

that you won't have
another episode onstage.

I'm Nico.

I was one of your nurses
when you were here.

I assisted
with your lumbar puncture.

The Rat King.

I prefer Short King, but I...

And if you do decide to stay,

you and I can binge-watch
my favorite prima ballerinas...

"The Real Housewives
of Salt Lake City."

The entire Season 1 plot
is smelling like hospital.

-Don't explain that to me.
-I don't want to know.

I've sacrificed a lot
to be a dancer,

but now I'm just supposed
to risk it all

to spend a night
in a hospital room?

Well, what if you're actually
risking it all by leaving?

Once I'm done
with the procedure,

Sam's coags need to be tight
and under control.

Every second
that the bolt is in his skull,

there is a risk of bleeding.

It is an ever present danger.

We'll monitor him
around the clock.

Hey.

Silva got word
from the nurses in transplant

that there is a liver
en route to Bronx General,

but the intended recipient
spiked a fever.

He and Sam
have the same blood type.

It could be a match.

We have to get him listed here.

Dr. Kinney, even if it doesn't
go to the other patient,

it could always go straight
to someone else on the list.

There's no guarantee.

But the head
of the Transplant Committee,

Dr. Walker, is back in town
for the holiday gala tonight.

I hear he has been persuaded
in the past

to take cases back
to the committee.

Apparently, he's a bit of a sap.

Maybe in person,

we could get him to see
what his team missed on paper.

You do your part, we'll do ours.

Let's get gussied up.
We're going to get Sam a liver.

Dr. Nichols suggested I pull
at this guy's heartstrings.

Any tips?

If he doesn't take Sam's side
after hearing his story,

-he doesn't have a heart.
-Agreed.

Just be you, Kinney.

Guys, I just met
with a shelter that knows Sam.

He stayed there a bunch,

and apparently, he showed up
at their mobile blood bank

every month to donate blood.

Like clockwork, they said.

He never missed it.
They had it all logged.

-Look.
-Oh, my God.

This demonstrates
commitment and organization,

and it shows that Sam can handle

post-transplant
immunosuppressants.

Michelle, this is huge!
Thank you.

You look great.

Nice work.

So, uh, meet you at the gala?

Well, actually, um,

I was thinking
maybe you should just go solo.

Liam throws a tantrum
if I'm not there at bedtime.

You know that.

So it's probably just easier
if I stay home

and you go do your thing.

Why do I feel like
you're trying to wreck this

before it even starts?

I-I thought we were all-in.

You know I'm crazy about you,
Van.

I always have been,
and I probably always will be.

I don't know if I could handle
another heartbreak,

but I know Liam can't.

-So...
-No, no, no, no.

There won't be
another heartbreak.

You're it for me.

Like, I-I don't think love
is about butterflies.

I think it's about
finding someone

who calms your nervous system.

And I want to be that person
for you,

because you're that person
for me.

I promise you, okay,
I'm... I'm not going anywhere.

Okay.

I'll see you there.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

Mm.

Okay.

...the woman whose birthday
was celebrated...

Hey, it's okay.

The monitor is just measuring
your heart rate.

I can turn the volume down
if you want.

No, it's okay. I...

I need to experience
all the triggers.

I can't dance with PTSD.
I need to get better,

even if it means Zora's
gonna ice me out for weeks.

It's infuriating, isn't it?

I mean,
that our mentors punish us?

I find it...

motivating.

I had this epiphany today.

I don't want her approval.

I want her to look at me
onstage one day

and realize that...

I'm better than her.

She doesn't know it now,
but she's creating a monster.

Hudson Oaks
must have some deep pockets,

because this party is nice!

I'm gonna take a quick lap,

see if I can spot
any committee members.

One night with him, you'll
forget you were ever married.

What?

Shoot your shot,
Dr. Pierce,

or somebody else will.

Any eyes on the target?

-Not yet.
-Oh!

I came up empty
on finding anyone

in the Transplant Committee.

But no stakeout is complete
without pigs in a blanket.

2:00. That's Walker.

Okay. It's now or never.

But do you want me to...

No. I got this.

I've been practicing my speech
in my head all day.

...short game
couldn't be worse.

So I let him know
you play a little worse,

I can call this game
a charity case,

write it off on my taxes.

Dr. Walker,
can I talk to you for a second?

Uh, certainly.

Excuse us, gentlemen.

-Mm-hmm.
-Of course.

-Hi. I am Dr. Ericka Kinney.
-Hi.

I'm a neurologist
at Bronx General.

I wanted to talk to you
about one of our patients

your committee denied listing
for a transplant.

Sam Mapesbury is in our care
with acute liver failure.

There is a liver arriving
right now

that we believe
he is a match for.

Sam is on death's doorstep,

but if you put him
on that list...

There were a number of reasons

we decided that case was a poor
candidate for transplant.

Yes, but I have new,
relevant information that proves

that he is capable of handling
post-transplant care.

All the reasons we declined to
list your patient remain true.

This is all too little,
too late.

I can't take this back
to the committee.

If... If I could have
your attention, please.

Um, thank you all
for coming tonight.

None of this would be possible
without my mother,

uh, who planned
this whole event,

even after she retired.

My question for everyone here
tonight is who deserves care?

People always say doctors
are the heroes.

That's a bit aggrandizing
for my taste.

I know firsthand that patients
are the real heroes,

like a young man
named Sam Mapesbury,

who has been grappling
with mental illness

and subsequently
acute liver failure.

He is in a hospital room
at Bronx General right now,

fighting for his life.

He will die without a new liver.

But the harsh reality is that
patients with mental illness

are often summarily rejected
from organ-transplant lists.

Every other hospital
in this city

found a reason not to list
Mr. Mapesbury for a liver.

But...

at Bronx General,

we have doctors
like Bernard Walker,

the head of our transplant team,

who didn't hesitate for a moment

to recognize
this young man's potential

and put him at the top
of the list.

Dr. Walker
is giving Sam Mapesbury

that second chance at life,

and it's because of people
like him

that I am proud to work
at Bronx General,

where we believe
that everyone deserves care.

Thank you.

Yes.

Bernard...

what an absolute angel you are.

For any of you
motivated to donate,

this is what your dollars
are going towards.

Thank you again, Bernard.

Hudson Oaks would like to match
any donations up to $100,000.

What the hell did you just do?

Uh, I made you a hero,

and I helped you save
a young man's life.

Our donors seem to approve.

Or I can walk onstage and say
that Dr. Wolf had it wrong,

that you actually
don't want to listen

and that
you're gonna let him die.

Fine.

You win. He's on the list.

Know this...

I have a very long memory.

Go.

Excuse me.

Carol.

Is your ex-husband
on the premises?

What? No. Why?

Because that is what the kids
would call a revenge dress.

Oh, this old thing?

Mm.

Well, you clean up pretty well
yourself, Dr. Thorne.

-Careful, Dr. Pierce.
-My ego thrives on validation.

Speaking of which,

I got to hand it to your boy
Wolf with that speech.

He is annoying as all hell,

but when it works, it works.

Um, I prefer audacious.

But yes, sometimes his
spontaneity does drive me to drink.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, Dr. Thorne,

well, contrary
to popular belief,

you may in fact be a gentleman.

-Is that my drink?
-Mm.

Babe, I said just vodka.

-Oh.
-Dr. Pierce, your dress is fire.

Thank you, Justine.

Oh.

I didn't realize you two were...

A total heat score?

JK.

No, I just worked down
in the ED a lot,

so it was only a matter of time
before we caught a vibe.

Um...

So she's how you know
what the kids are saying.

What an inspiring evening
this has been.

Every year, we invite one of
our most promising residents

to share the story
of why they became a doctor.

Please help me welcome
the newest member

of our Neurology department,
Dr. Charlie Porter.

-Wait. Did you know about this?
-No.

Thank you, Dr. Landon,
for inviting me to speak.

Um, it's, um, ironic
that I work in a hospital

because for years,
I avoided them.

Um, when I was 10 years old,

my mother was diagnosed
with a malignant brain tumor.

Uh, before her diagnosis,

I remember
she was happy all the time.

Her eyes would light up
when I walked in a room.

She never missed a bedtime.

And before I'd fall asleep,
she'd say to me,

"I'm so lucky to be your mom."

But I was the lucky one.

Lord, I am not gonna be able
to get through this.

My mom was one in a million.

After she got sick,

um, she missed a lot
of bedtimes.

I remember the light
in her eyes faded.

I remembered
that she suffered immensely.

But most of all,
I remember her doctor.

He was young, smart, dedicated,
and I looked up to him.

He told my dad that he'd be
with us every step of the way,

and he was.

And he is the reason
that I pursued medicine...

...not because he saved my mom,

but because he dangled
the possibility that he could.

He let my family
cling to that belief.

Which is why

we were so completely unprepared
when she died.

Are you okay?

When I got to medical school,
I realized that my mother

never had any chance
of surviving her prognosis.

I realized that her doctor
sold her a fantasy

because he couldn't bear
to help her face the truth.

I believe that as doctors,

we are not in the business
of selling fantasies.

I believe that we are in the
business of telling the truth.

So all I can hope...

...is that when I'm honest
with my patients...

I'm making my mom proud.

Mrs. Mapesbury.

It's okay. It's okay.

Where are you taking him?

-Wait. Where Are you taking him?
-It's okay, it's okay.

We got him listed.

We got him a liver.

It's a match.

He's going into surgery
right now.

I can't believe it.

I can't believe it!

-Clamped in.
-We're ready to go.

-It's okay.
-Thank you.

It's okay.

You look upset, Dr. Wolf.

Is it because I upstaged you?

You didn't come work for me
to learn from the best.

You came because what?
What... to punish me?

I wanted to meet the doctor
who ruined my life,

make sure that you would never
ruin anyone else.

So you want to get me fired?

Well, it wouldn't be
the first time.

Charlie, when I was treating
your mom, I was young.

I was learning.

I still am. But she...

She didn't want to give up.
She refused to give up.

She wanted to keep fighting.
I cared deeply about her.

No, don't... don't do
your whole empathy thing.

You were her doctor.

I was her son, okay?

I cared deeply, not you.

I know what it's like
to lose a parent.

No, you don't!

Your father's alive.

He just chose
not to be with you.

Twice, from what I've heard.

-You're angry.
-I understand that.

But lying to me,
infiltrating my department,

trying to get revenge
is not gonna bring her back.

If you think
this is just about my mom,

maybe you really weren't
with us every step of the way.

My father couldn't handle

all of the suffering
that you put her through.

So he hit the bottle, hard.

Four years after my mom died,
he drank himself to death.

I have been alone
since I was 14, Wolf.

I'm so sorry.

I don't forgive you.

Not processing trauma...

It can break a person.

Mm.

-What is this?
-An address.

It's where your father is.

It wasn't very hard
to find either.

But I don't think
you even tried, did you?

Oh. Like you said,

not processing trauma
can break a person.

So let's see who breaks first.

I want to thank everyone

for your record-setting
donations tonight.

All of us here at Bronx General
are incredibly grateful.

And I hope that you'll indulge
me in one final tradition.

♪ Have yourself
a merry little Christmas ♪

♪ Let your heart be light ♪

♪ Next year... ♪

-What? What is going on?
-Was Charlie's speech about...

♪ ...out of sight ♪

♪ Have yourself... ♪

Looking good, Dr. Nichols.

You sure you're not into women?

Not, uh, since basic training.

♪ From now on... ♪

So, what did I miss?

Who embarrassed themselves
this year?

Ah. I believe
that might have been me.

-Mm-hmm.
-Impossible.

Hey, can I ask?

♪ ...as in olden days ♪

Have you noticed anything...

off about Wolf?

I miss Jen Shah.

She's in federal prison now.

My friend's at the ballet.

Nina just got
a standing ovation.

Good for her.

Every dog deserves her day.

Sam's almost out of surgery.

I just checked in.

Zero complications.

That sounds like a reason
to celebrate.

Mm.

You did an incredible thing,
getting Sam on that list.

I think Wolfe gets the credit
for that one.

But that would have
never happened without you.

You saved his life.

You did.

You're amazing.

So are you.

♪ Have yourself
a merry, little Christmas ♪

♪ Make the Yuletide gay ♪

♪ From now on, our troubles
will be miles awa-a-a-a-y ♪

♪ From now on, our troubles
will be miles awa-a-a-a-y ♪

♪ Here we are,
as in olden days ♪

♪ Happy, golden days of yore ♪

♪ Faithful friends
who are dear to us ♪

♪ Gather near to us once more ♪

♪ Through the years,
we all will be together ♪

You get stood up?

I think so.

It's fine.

Probably putting
too much pressure on her.

She'll come around
when she sees you play kickball.

♪ ...star upon
the highest bo-o-o-ough ♪

♪ ...star upon
the highest bo-o-o-ough ♪

Want to get a pizza?

I love pizza.

♪ Have yourself
a merry, little... ♪

♪ ...Christmas now ♪

♪ ...Christmas now ♪