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Hope you don't mind feet.

My toes swell up like crazy at night.

Want an edible?

Uh, no. I'm good. Thank you, though.

I'm sorry. So you're, like, friends with my dad?

I wouldn't exactly say friends.

I live in the unit upstairs.

Your dad and I have, like, an arrangement.

An arrangement?

Gross. It's not sexual or anything.

Oh, I wasn't thinking it was. What?

I water his plants while he's away.

Away where?

I take it you two aren't close?

Not since I was a kid.

When you saw him last, did he look sick?

Seemed fine to me.

On second thought...

Settle in. This stuff hits quick.

I know that this past week has been difficult

without Doctors Nash and Marcus,

but like the brain, we have the capacity to adapt,

and adaptation requires cooperation.

That said, I know it's obvious

that there has been tension between Dr. Porter and me.

That is why I want it to be known

that I am the doctor who treated his mother.

The gala speech that Dr. Porter gave was about me.

I-I'm sorry.

Charlie, so, you came here for, like, what?

Revenge?

I came here to be a good doctor.

Okay. Um...

They're calling a code. We have to go.

Smart move, taking away my leverage.

This isn't a game, Dr. Porter.

I am not your enemy.

H-How did you find that apartment?

You can pay enough for anything.

The only thing that tops your curiosity about my life,

Dr. Porter, seems to be the fragility of your own.

You can go.

Okay. I finished setting up your dating profile.

All I need is a picture.

Ugh. Can't this wait? I have a patient.

I see what you're doing.

Is this about the Thorne thing at the gallery?

What thing? Okay, look,

the man prefers someone simpler,

with less baggage.

No, no, no. Thorne just knows

you're not the type of woman that he rebounds with.

Maybe it's not a bad idea to look outside the hospital.

Give the apps a chance.

Playing the field sucks,

but it's worth it to have someone to come home to.

I want that for you.

Mm.

Not that there's anything wrong with a woman being alone.

Mm-hmm. Nice try.

I'll think about it.

Betsy! look at you. You are glowing.

Oh, well, I'm feeling real good lately.

But I got so worried when I heard about your suspension,

because you've been such a light since the building collapsed,

right? You ever find out who reported you?

Now, how do you know someone reported me?

You know how these nurses can talk.

- Oh, do they? - Mm-hmm.

Okay. Well, unfortunately, we only have so long.

My schedule is tight today. What brings you in?

I'm sorry. Where are my manners?

This here is my baby, D'Angelo.

Well, how cute.

My life has been turned around since I adopted him.

I'm sleeping better through the night.

I'm not having as many bad dreams.

But the problem is, D'Angelo here can yowl.

And my neighbors went to my landlord,

and now I'm gonna get evicted

if I can't prove that D'Angelo is my emotional support animal.

Now, Betsy, I can't just hand out emotional support letters.

Oh, no, no, I'm not asking you to do that.

No, no. Get to know D'Angelo.

Some days it feels like he's my only reason to get out of bed.

Third cup of coffee?

Um, what can I do for you, Nurse Silva?

Okay. I see you wore your grumpy stethoscope today,

but I think you're gonna like this one.

Benson Bowman, a bull rider in town with his touring rodeo

for a few days, came into the E.D. after a fall.

They noted proximal leg weakness,

but C.T., X-ray, and utox were all normal,

so I squeezed him in for an appointment today.

And fair warning, I have a thing for cowboys.

Buckling belts, knocking boots. So if I faint...

Let's hope there's someone there to catch you.

- Where is our cowboy? - Come on.

Is it Mr. Bowman? I'm Dr. Wolf.

Yeah.

It's nice to meet you.

You're quite the musician.

Yeah, I learned from a fella in New Orleans.

Said music keeps the brain sharp.

Indeed it does.

Uh, so I don't see anything wrong

with your brain on these scans.

But I do agree with the E.D. Your gait is peculiar.

This could be muscular or skeletal.

I see you've broken quite a few bones.

Yeah, that's par for the course.

A rider is supposed to fall, but lately it feels like

I could fall before the chute even opens.

Just need to hydrate more, I guess.

You do have significant sensorimotor polyneuropathy...

Oh! You understand any of that?

It means you've got some nerve damage in your arms and legs.

Oh, hell, I wouldn't need so many fancy words

- to tell you that. - That could be the result

of your extensive injury history,

but I would like to run some additional tests

just to rule out any neurological causes.

Sure thing. Yeah, I appreciate you, doc.

Excuse me. I'm looking for Benson?

Anyone know where he is? Benson. Baby?

Hey, there. Uh, I'm Dr. Wolf.

Dear heavens, you are one handsome man.

- You're a doctor? - Uh, I am.

Did I hear you're looking for Mr. Bowman?

Are you Mrs...?

That boy wishes. I'm Grace Ann.

Grace Ann Stevens. Benson's my guy.

All right. Right this way, Grace Ann.

I'm Benson's doctor. I can show you his room.

Just right around here.

- Cold. - Oh, my God.

Benson? Benson, baby!

- Silva, can I get some help? - Yeah.

C-Cold. Cold.

His pulse is increasing. He's hypothermic.

93.2. It's an aggressive drop.

Okay, Benson, we gotta warm you up. All right, buddy?

Warm blankets and warm Lactated Ringer's,

with two large bore I.V.s. We've got to administer

these fluids rapidly. Now.

Can I get some help here? Benson, come on.

Let's get him up. Let's get him up.

Okay.

98.6. Totally normal.

Benson, can you walk us through how you felt

before your temperature dropped?

Yeah, a little woozy, I guess.

Look, it ain't a big deal, all right?

- This... This happens sometimes. - Benson runs frigid.

Especially after, you know, he has a B.M.

All right. It's...

It's been happening like this for about a year.

Comes on fast, goes away faster.

But it's never been like that before.

That was something else.

Persistent sinus tachycardia.

What's going on with me, doc?

I just discharged Ms. Chen. Room 303 is free

- if you need it. - Thanks.

I can't stop thinking about this Charlie thing.

It's like John Wick levels of obsessed,

but with, like, stethoscopes instead of guns.

And his speech? All the feels.

I guess you had to be there.

I'm doing a dinner drop at Van's tonight after my shift,

- if you want to come. - Yeah.

Oh, I almost forgot. I applied for that grant.

The Mental Health Services grant

that Bronx General is sponsoring?

I-I didn't realize that was your thing.

I landed an interview.

Will you help me practice tonight?

Uh, yeah. Of... Of course. Yes. Um, that's great.

- Congrats. - Thanks.

So Ericka is going for the same grant

that I wrote you a reference for?

Yeah, but I never would have even considered it

if I'd known she was applying.

Why not? Your proposal's great.

These grants are like a gold star on your résumé.

Do you know how hard it is to get hired

- after residency without one? - I know,

but Ericka's just so good at these things.

Kinney is a nuclear level overachiever,

addicted to success.

Some stiff competition might be healthy for her.

- Betsy was arrested. - What?

She got into a fight with her neighbors. Cops showed up.

They found the place crawling with cats, like dozens.

When they said it was a public health hazard, Betsy lost it.

- Where is she? - The 44th precinct.

Hey, have you tested for Toxoplasma gondii yet?

It's a parasite transmitted through cat feces.

The one where rats fall in love with cats?

Right. Some say that Toxo could be what's

behind the misconception of the "crazy cat lady."

The pathogen alters the neurons to spark obsession.

Maybe I got Toxo,

'cause I keep bringing home strays from the bar.

It's an interesting theory, but fringe.

I'll look into it. Thanks.

No, no, and no.

Benson's mixed neurologic exam, his autonomic instability,

his intensely sweaty palms,

none of these symptoms are explained

by our in-house workup. But it is notable

that the life of a pro bull rider

is full of close contact exposures... manure, dirt,

fertilizers, other animals, even spiders.

Rodeo trailers travel, right, like a circus?

It's feasible that southern and western pathogens are at play.

- Especially if he naps in hay. - Hay naps? Really?

I mean, how much do any of us actually know about a rodeo?

- I know Cowboy Carter. - You might be onto something,

Dr. Porter. Benson's tachycardia is concerning.

Whatever's happening could be silently worsening.

The best thing we can do for him now

is put ourselves in his... boots.

Sounds like we're going to the rodeo.

Welcome to the Empire State Livestock Show and Rodeo.

Where should we start?

Well, we'll need to talk to the tour manager

and get samples from the dirt in the arena,

as well as from any fertilizer or feed

that Benson might have come in contact with.

I read that riders can get sick from their bulls,

so maybe we get some specimen from old Elsie.

Elsie? Bulls are boys.

They don't teach y'all that in med school?

That would be vet school.

Heard that, buckle bunny.

Some Rodeo 101 for you city slickers.

Barrel racers like me travel with our horses.

But bull riders draw a new bull for each competition.

Which means there's not just one Elsie

for you to get specimen from, but...

Three.

Well, we need samples from both ends.

Dr. Wolf, you and I have got a date with the Agricultural Expo.

I'll be at the concession stand.

I never want to see another bull in my life.

Why do they have so much saliva?

Ugh.

Thanks. Um...

So... I actually also applied for the grant,

and I got an interview, too.

Oh. Why didn't you tell me?

I guess I just was worried that it would be weird.

- Is it weird? It feels weird. - Dana, relax.

I've been working in therapy

to not let my competition trigger me.

There's no reason we can't both go for it.

That's true. And I'm glad that therapy is helping.

I wasn't sure if going for the grant was that or Sam or...

What?

You've just been talking more about your bio mom lately.

Have I?

Come on. We should find Wolf.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Excuse me. Can I get a little help in here?

My arm's itching like crazy.

Ah! No! There's something on me.

What, do y'all got bedbugs in here or some...

I'm gonna need you to hold still!

No! No! What the hell? Get 'em off me.

They're under my skin. Aah, aah!

Someone page Dr. Wolf! Stat!

Have you ever seen "The Mummy"?

When the... the little beetle dug himself

- under the little guy's arm? - They were scarabs, honey.

Well, whatever they're called. It was like that.

It's crawling up under my skin.

Have you ever experienced hallucinations like that before?

Well, I've been knocked in the head a few times.

Saw stars, but it wasn't like that.

This felt too real.

And what about now? Are you still seeing

or feeling any bugs?

No, I feel right as rain now.

But that is how I get when I got my good luck charm by my side.

It's the power of love and all that.

So sorry you had to go through that on your own, baby.

But I'm here now. I'm gonna take care of you.

Well, if this issue were psychiatric, it's unlikely

that your episode would have resolved this quickly.

We are still analyzing the samples from the rodeo

to see if there's any connection.

But in the meantime, Grace Ann, keep doing what you're doing.

On it. Not letting this one out of my clutches.

Lab results from the rodeo.

Figured you should debrief Wolf.

Are you open to some feedback from someone

who's been awarded six grants?

You have my attention.

I used to walk into those interviews

and just rattle off a bunch of stats and facts.

It wasn't until I actually opened up

about what the grants meant to me that committees lit up.

My advice? Don't be afraid to get personal.

Thanks.

Uh, speaking of getting personal...

You. Dr. Wolf.

Ah, my mentee has questions.

One, not your mentee.

And two, now that your "C for Vendetta" mission

is accomplished, are you really just gonna keep hanging around?

Are you trying to get rid of me, Dana?

- Okay. - And who says

my mission is accomplished?

Are you open to some feedback?

You're a good doctor, despite some sociopathic tendencies.

Maybe spend less time trying to prove Wolf wrong

and show people how your approach works.

I have a patient.

- Everything all right? - Totally.

I was just on my way to find you.

- The rodeo results are in. - Great.

And there is nothing relevant here.

So this isn't environmental or infectious.

What are we missing?

A barrel racer and a germaphobe?

- Oh. Excuse me. - Whoa! Naked cowboy butt.

Whoops. Sorry, doc. We should have put a sock on the door.

I thought I told you to lock it.

They drank the hand sanitizer.

I think they're drunk.

That's just the beginning of our worries.

Benson, why didn't you tell me you were an alcoholic?

We don't call it that where I'm from.

My mama, she was born with that...

uh, what do you call it? Uh, fetus alcohol disease.

Fetal alcohol syndrome.

Yeah, the day I was born,

first thing she asked the doctor was, "Is he like me?"

She drank all nine months of her pregnancy.

That's what we do.

My family, my friends.

I was sober 12 years, then I turned 13.

I wasn't even drinking when I came in here.

I was sober all of two days. I didn't think it was related.

Well, what you have is called atypical Wernicke's Disease,

sometimes referred to as wet brain.

It's a thiamine deficiency caused by chronic alcohol abuse.

Alcohol blocks thiamine, commonly known as vitamin B1,

and in severe cases, it can lead to paralysis, coma, even death.

Thiamine. That's what y'all got me hooked up to?

- It's gonna fix me? - Well, it will alleviate

some of your symptoms... the wide gait, the hypothermia.

But I believe your hallucination was caused

by alcohol withdrawal,

which Grace Ann treated with hand sanitizer.

Grace.

She was just trying to help me.

She's seen me through a lot.

We've always been there for each other.

We got this dream

of owning this big ranch with one of those wraparound porches.

We'll get us some rocking chairs, and...

And we'll sit back under that pink Montana sky.

Sip a couple cold ones.

I don't think Grace would be too keen

sipping sparkling water instead.

Well, how would she feel about sitting on that porch

all by herself?

I've tried everything. I worked all the steps.

I went to therapy. I hired a sober buddy.

Expensive rehab. Cheap rehab.

I even tried hypnotherapy and those GLP-1's.

I just wasn't born with an off switch.

Then we need to get you one.

Did you say neuromodulation?

Correct. Deep brain stimulation, DBS, is a surgery

that uses electrical impulses to re-tune neural pathways.

One could also point out the similarity

- to a modern-day lobotomy. - I'm the first to acknowledge

the troubled history of psychosurgery, but

deep brain stimulation to treat severe alcohol use disorder

- is something different. - I've seen DBS

for movement disorders, of course,

and even read about it for OCD, but never alcoholism.

That's because there aren't that many people

who can benefit from it, people who are motivated to change

but who can't stop drinking despite meds or therapy.

That describes Benson. So how does it work?

Electrodes in the nucleus accumbens

and then suddenly no more alcohol?

We don't know how it works, not exactly.

But it does work, for some people.

Not enough to guarantee abstinence, necessarily,

but ideally enough to reduce the urge to drink.

Without impacting anything else

- in the pleasure-reward pathway? - That is what it seems like.

I mean, this is at the forefront, team.

Which is why I don't even know why we would consider it.

We barely know anything about our patient

other than the fact that he's a drunk.

And if nothing has changed that yet, then nothing will.

This is a disease like any other.

The window is quickly narrowing for Benson.

At this point, there are just not that many other options.

Good luck convincing the chief.

Well, let me handle him.

Wolf, this just doesn't make sense for us.

You've known this patient all of 24 hours.

We'd need a more longitudinal view

of what he's tried, his commitment.

I've known Benson long enough to know he's been trying

to stop drinking for a decade.

This is a powerful addiction, Josh.

His life is at stake. We could save him.

I hear where you're coming from.

I've done DBS countless times, but never for this indication.

This is a real risk in an unapproved setting...

I'm sorry. This is about FDA approval?

You're the one who was pushing DBS

on my patient with Tourette's. That's not

- an approved use, either. - And you said no.

Yeah, because Tourette's wasn't about to kill him.

I'm not just one surgeon making calls about one patient.

I'm the chief. To okay an unapproved surgery

with uncertain outcomes

and no mechanism for reimbursement?

I'm sorry, I simply can't.

- Dr. Wolf! You got a sec? - Mm.

Also, did you just drink hand sanitizer?

Uh, it's patient research.

I wanted to ask your advice.

I'm applying for this grant, and I have to speak to a panel,

and I'm not sure what to say.

- Competition's tight. - You want to get ahead?

Button up. Be professional.

Boards love that in our line of work.

Button up. I can do that.

Thanks, Dr. Wolf!

I'm glad to see your time in the clink hasn't changed you.

Oh, well, I'm still considering getting a neck tattoo.

But it's all been worth it

if it means that I can keep my babies.

I spoke with Officer Rogers,

and he's willing to drop the charges

if we can get this situation under control.

Betsy, how come you weren't honest with me

about how many cats you had?

Because it fluctuates.

Even I don't know how many there are sometimes.

People may think that makes me some kind of old kook with cats.

But the thing is, D'Angelo and these strays,

they make me feel whole.

I wake up with purpose.

It's been a long time since I've felt that.

And there's nothing wrong with having a companion.

But when it gets excessive, it can become a health risk.

As it happens,

your lab results came back positive for Toxoplasma gondii.

What is that? Never mind.

Okay, how do we treat that?

While you were exposed to the pathogen,

fortunately, it's not an active infection.

So physically, there's nothing to treat.

I mean, you said it yourself. You've never felt better.

But we still need to find a solution

so you and your babies can have a safe place to live.

Nichols is being completely unreasonable.

Benson is the perfect candidate for DBS.

He's tried everything. There is no other option.

Well, relapses are often caused by euphoric recall.

His mind only remembers the pleasurable aspects of drinking.

Do I have euphoric recall?

'Cause I keep forgetting all the bad parts

about being married.

Maybe I need DBS.

Well, you can't get it at Bronx General.

I can't believe Josh.

Did Josh mention Dr. Beau Pedrosa?

He's a neurosurgeon. He practiced here before you came.

He's running a clinical trial on DBS,

mostly in patients with OCD. But I have a feeling

he would make a humanitarian exemption for Benson.

Why didn't Josh mention him?

Must have slipped his mind.

Carol, you're biting your lower lip.

- No, I'm not. - You're lying.

What are you hiding from me?

Dr. Pedrosa is...

Josh's boyfriend.

Wait, so you're gonna cut out the part of my brain

- that craves alcohol? - Not quite.

Surgeons will place electrodes in the areas of your brain

involved in your addiction. It's still experimental,

but there is a private hospital running a trial

that we can try to get you into.

The goal is to reduce your cravings

and the anxiety you feel around needing to drink.

- How soon? - Hey, can we just

hold on for a second?

- This is all happening so fast. - I understand,

but this is a once in a lifetime opportunity.

They don't let just anyone into these trials.

I get that Benson drinks,

but surgery seems like a bit much, doesn't it?

The rodeo's like family.

We got plenty of people who want to help.

You tell us that this is an issue,

then the other guys and I can handle it.

Gracie.

Come here. Come here.

Hey.

I love that you don't make me feel like I have a problem.

But I do.

- I need to hear this. - There is no guarantee.

It likely won't remove your cravings altogether,

but with continued therapy,

it could make you a different person.

I've seen Benson try to get sober.

He's not the man I fell in love with.

This time will be different.

After everything we've tried to get me right,

we ended up here, in this city, in this hospital,

with this nut of a doctor... no offense...

who's offering me something that no one else ever will.

This might be my one shot to get back on the bull.

In my mind, there are two choices.

Either we go through with this surgery, or your career,

your life as you know it, is over.

All right. I'm so sorry to keep you all waiting.

Oh, please. Don't worry about that.

Mr. Bowman. You're lucky you saw Dr. Wolf.

I wouldn't make time this quickly just for anyone.

I've heard a lot about you, doctor.

Uh, yeah, I've heard about you, as well.

So...

The way I like to explain this to my patients

is that your reward system has been hijacked by your addiction,

and this is the first step to getting it back.

Yeah, that sounds real good.

Now, this surgery is just the beginning of a long journey.

I like all my patients to see a psychiatrist

before we move forward.

And, uh, the people in your life are essential.

They will need to be equally committed to your recovery,

or you'll be going through brain surgery for nothing.

I'm... I'm here for Benson.

Good. Yes.

Having good people in your life is everything.

So how have you been, Betsy?

Well, it's real quiet now with just me and D'Angelo.

But in finding homes for all my other fur babies,

I realized that this city is full of cat lovers.

And I'm now a proud member of the Cat Museum

and the NY Cat Film Festival.

I even got invited to CatCon in Pasadena.

It sounds like you found your people, Betsy.

That's amazing progress.

And I have more good news.

I can sign off on D'Angelo

officially being your emotional support animal.

And you two can both stay in the apartment.

Mm. How does that sound? How does that sound, baby?

How about you, Dr. Pierce?

You ever think about getting a cat for yourself?

Well, you make being a cat lady look good.

Thank you.

I'm not sure I can pull that off the way you do.

Dr. Pierce, I am a 60-year-old widow rebuilding her life.

I don't got time for such trifles.

Life's too short. Isn't it? Isn't it?

Yes, it is. Yes, it is.

Think of all this surgery could do for us.

No more money wasted on rehab.

I could finally give you that life you always wanted.

All I've ever wanted was you.

What if... What if this surgery changes you?

You heard the doctor.

I'll still be me.

Just a better version.

Maybe if this works,

you could get it, too.

We'd be in it together.

What do I need the surgery for?

Gracie, come on.

You could drink me under the table.

That doesn't make me a drunk.

If you want to quit drinking, fine,

but don't put your stuff on me.

Look, I'm ready for this.

I need it.

But I also need you.

My good luck charm.

You have me.

You know that.

So then do this with me.

Come on.

Get sober.

Benson...

Do it for us.

Please.

Dr. Dang, we're so excited to hear from you today.

Happy to be here.

- Your proposal is impressive. - Thank you.

How do you plan on balancing your grant work

with your current caseload?

Well, I love working with my patients, of course,

but even in my first year,

I've already successfully completed

three research projects.

I rely on a three-pronged approach...

communication, structure, and transparency.

Oh, wow. Um...

That's a great question.

I guess I haven't really thought about it.

Uh, you know,

I've never really been great at time management.

It is my one flaw.

Why don't you tell us what made you interested

in pursuing this particular grant?

The statistics of how difficult it is

for patients living with mental illness

to get care are staggering, and the cost

that society then has to bear is unsustainable.

So, Dr. Dang, why do you want this?

When I was young, my sister battled depression for years

before taking her own life.

My parents made it impossible

for her to talk about what she was going through.

She was alone.

And she shouldn't have been.

As providers, we should be there for our patients,

especially when no one else is.

I want to make sure that when patients come into our hospital,

they have someone who is going to protect them,

someone...

who has the patient's best interests at heart.

No matter what.

Maybe if my sister had had that...

...she would still be here.

Good run?

Well, if it isn't Dr. Pot-Stirrer.

Thank you for introducing my boyfriend to my ex.

Well, thank you for introducing me

to the wonderful world of dating apps.

Besides, I did you a favor.

It was gonna come out eventually.

Let me ask you something.

As chief, you have access to all HR files, right?

So you know who reported me?

Carol, you know I can't...

You don't have to confirm or deny.

I think it was Dr. Dang.

I sit on the board for a grant she's applying for,

but she couldn't even look at me

while she talked about her sister's death.

It was a suicide, and Alison's case

must have reminded her of her sister.

It felt like she'd wanted me to know it was her.

How do you feel about that?

How do you think I feel about that, Josh?

I don't like it.

Look, I'm glad that she had the strength to stand up

for what she believed in, and I was wrong.

I have accepted that.

But I am just so frustrated.

Carol, you're a good doctor.

Don't let this convince you otherwise.

And as much as Wolf makes a fuss,

he cares about those interns.

Dana reporting me, he'll see that as a betrayal,

and he cannot handle that.

Well, then we should make sure

that he doesn't find out.

Benson, should we wait for Grace Ann?

Uh, she ain't coming.

I'd do anything for that girl.

You just can't see what you can't see.

I gotta take this ride on my own.

Well, I'll see you on the other side, partner.

You're quite impressive, Dr. Wolf.

It's not easy getting people to accept help.

Sometimes we can be our own worst enemies.

Oh! We almost torched your winter wear.

Van and Jacob are lucky.

They are the only odd couple I'd cook for.

Can you check my phone and see

how long we bake this bad boy for?

Um...

Oh, my God. Dana, the grant committee.

They e-mailed?

Quick. Open it.

Dana, you did it. You got the grant!

- I got it? - You got it!

- I got it! - You got it!

I got it, I got it, I got it.

I wish we both could have won.

I'd go splitsies with you any day.

No, stop it! You deserve this.

Thanks.

It was tough putting myself out there like that,

but it was worth it.

I'm proud of you for being open.

I wanted to talk about my birth mom during the interview,

but I didn't.

My whole life, I told myself not to think about her.

But now I am thinking about her, and...

I want to find her.

That's amazing, Ericka.

Let me offer my finest stalking services,

- free of charge. - Oh.

I'm starting to wonder if I'm the only food motivated one

in this relationship.

Shoot. Dinner.

Totally lost track of time.

- Sorry, babe. - It's okay.

You'll make it up to me.

I met your colleague Dr. Wolf.

Nice guy. He seems to care a lot about his patients.

Like someone I know.

Yeah, yeah, he's a good doctor.

Don't really know him that well. Hey, are you, uh, ready for dinner?

- Sure. - I'm sure we can still

make our reservation.

How long have you been there?

It was actually impressive how you advocated for DBS.

I wasn't sure it was suitable for an alcoholic,

but going after an experimental for this patient?

That's the kind of leadership that I want to embody.

Well, addicts deserve a second chance.

Perhaps your father could have used one.

Your mother opened up to me during her treatment.

She said your father started drinking

long before she got sick.

Neither of you were responsible.

- Neither was I. - Is that how this works?

You tell me a nice, little fun fact about my family,

- and we're all good? - Charlie, what do you want?

To be honest, I wanted you to fire me after that gala speech.

I did what I came here to do.

But someone reminded me I'm a good doctor.

Maybe I want to stick around,

maybe run a department like this one day.

Revenge is a ravenous beast.

If you let it, this obsession with the past

will tear you apart.

Focus on your future.

Addiction isn't a loop.

It's a spiral.

You may think you're moving forward,

but it's only when you hit the bottom

that you realize you've just been going down.

Left the front door unlocked for you.

Made you a set of keys so you don't have to break the window.

Um...

What else can you tell me about my father?

Look. Usually, I live for some drama,

but I'm not really trying to get involved

in whatever's going on between you and your dad.

Well, what's going on between you two?

You said you had an arrangement.

You water his plants. In exchange for what?

Are you hungry? We could order a pizza.

What are your thoughts on stuffed crust?

When's the last time you slept?

I don't sleep. Not much.

Your dad's the one who suggested edibles.

They haven't been helping.

He was treating you.

Kind of.

He heard me screaming in the middle of the night.

I have these crazy dreams.

And then I wake up, unable to move...

- Sleep paralysis. - That's what your dad said.

I started talking to him about my symptoms.

One day, I guess I had a seizure.

Noah offered to be my doctor, pro bono.

He always liked to make house calls when I was a kid.

So I bartered with him.

I didn't want to feel like a charity case.

He'd be my doctor, and in return,

I'd help him write his life story.

He told me about you.

How he lied about being dead.

Wild.

You need a doctor.

Why don't I treat you on the house?

And in exchange,

you can tell me what my father's been up to

for the last 30 years.

Got yourself a deal.

Greg, move your head.

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