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on "Brilliant Minds"...

- Why do you do that?
- Do what?

Flirt with me.
You have a girlfriend.

I had a fling.
It's long over.

What is this?

An address
where your father is.

I knew we'd meet sooner
or later.

- But who are you?
- Sophia.

You want to go to Hudson Oaks
to save Sophia?

I've got your file.
I know how to get a keycard.

We have to get out of here.

Check the file again.
We're the same person.

You made up a patient
you could save.

On my watch, Dr. Wolf stays
on as head of neuro.

To that end, I would like to
start the process to terminate

the residency
of Dr. Charlie Porter.

Oliver, you have a visitor.

"That night, the boy saw
a real wolf prowling his flock.

He cried out, 'Wolf! Wolf!'

But no one came.

And the wolf gobbled
up his flock."

No one believed him.

That's right.

And the moral of the story
is... no pet sheep.

They attract hungry wolves.

Bedtime.

The storm is nothing
to be scared of.

You stay here and, um...

I'll be right back.

Hello?

Hello?

Quick. Get under the bed
and hide.

I'm scared.

- Mommy!
- Okay.

I'm not going to let anything
hurt you.

Okay.
Hide under here.

Don't move.

- Mommy, I'm scared.
- Stay here.

What's happening?

Mommy!

Leave us alone!

♪ The night I met you,
I thought that I would die ♪

♪ My world was pennies
and sorry from an operator ♪

♪ I left you, I told you a lie ♪

♪ My own reflection
wouldn't look me in my eye ♪

♪ I wanna love myself ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Like there's no one else ♪

♪ That's why you gotta
help me out ♪

♪ Some nights I stay awake ♪

♪ Feeling so alone ♪

♪ And you left me ♪

♪ You left me alone, man ♪

♪ You know I'll always cry
for you ♪

♪ I know ♪

Hey, my name is Oliver.

Uh... can I help you?

Stay away from us!

Oliver,
stay right where you are.

Regan,
we need you to calm down.

- Regan, you need to calm down.
- No!

Calm down.

Oliver,
please go back to your room!

Regan, stop!

Calm down!

Mm.

- Mm.
- Hey.

I'm pretty sure we said
we wouldn't do this at work.

And I'm pretty sure
you're the one who started it.

How about we pick this
up tonight?

I'd love to,
but I got plans with a friend.

Tomorrow?
- Sure. Tomorrow's great.

Okay.

Good morning, docs.

- Uh, this is me.
- Alright.

Good morning, Justine.

I will die
if we don't get this apartment.

Look at the rooftop garden.

Oh, this room could be
a nursery.

- Dr. Pedrosa.
- Dr. Landon.

What a pleasant surprise.

Sorry to barge in, but...

Oh, this used to be my office.

Alright.
I'll send you the app to sign.

Lovely to see you, Doctor.

I'd heard rumors
about the treadmill,

but no one mentioned
I'd find Dr. Pedrosa in here.

Yes, well, I don't usually
update the mothers of my exes

on my relationship status.

Wolf knows.
- He's coming home soon,

and I'd like to set him
up for success.

Our goals are aligned.

So where are you in the
process of firing Dr. Porter?

I heard what happened
at the gala.

How he told Oliver
about Noah's apartment.

Charlie cannot be here
when Oliver returns.

Yes, well,
I took my concerns to the board,

and they opened a formal review.
But not easy to fire a resident.

Especially a competent one.

Well, I hired Charlie.
I'm the one who put him here.

So if I have to get rid of him
on my own,

believe me, I will do it.

Didn't you say you,
uh, used to swim every day?

I had no idea

Hudson Oaks has such
nice facilities.

Oh, we don't. Lost the
lifeguards due to budget cuts.

But I thought we could dip
our toes in,

give you something
to look forward to.

There's no need.

The Hudson's too cold
this time of year.

And I think my membership
to the Y has lapsed.

Well, I'm going to level
with you, Wolf.

Re-entry can be hard.

Reconnecting with the things
that make you you...

more important now
than ever.

Don't be afraid to...

jump back in to the deep end.

Dr. Thorne paged you, too?

Yeah. Alright.

Young Mormon couple on
their honeymoon in the big city.

And let me tell you,
they are bright eyed.

On a scale from "I heart
New York" tees

to Statue of Liberty visors...

Like, excited to see the show
they heard is all the rage--

"Hamilton."
- Oh.

Look, I know that psych is
Dr. Pierce's wheelhouse,

but the wife has a head injury,

and she's being cagey about
how she got it.

And the husband?

Seems protective,
overly invested,

all the warning signs of DV.
Patient says

she feels more comfy
with a female doctor, so...

You called all
the ones you know.

Yeah.

Come on.
Hey, Whitney, Zeke,

our neuro psych team is
here to have a look.

Can you fill them in?
- I'm such a klutz.

I can't believe we're spending
our honeymoon in the E.R.

We're supposed to be sipping

frozen hot chocolates
at Serendipity.

Oh.

Can you move
your hand for me, please?

Tell them about
the other part.

I hurt you. Your--
- No.

No, I'm-- I'm fine.

Um, there's a whole lot
of people in this room.

Whitney, can we chat alone?

Um, why don't you follow me?

I can take you to the cafeteria,

and you can get some water
or something to eat.

Are you hungry?

Congratulations
on your marriage.

Thank you.
It was the best day of my life.

But then something went
wrong.

You got hurt.

Is Zeke ever rough?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no,
it's not like that.

It was actually...

Your first time together?

It was going fine, you know.

We were kissing and...

Yeah, it just--
It hurt so bad,

and my body just... freaked out.

I, like, lost control.

Now I've ruined everything,
so...

No, no. Nothing's ruined.

We'll figure it out, okay?

Okay.

And here you go.
Next, please.

Here's your meds.

Hey, what do you guys know
about that woman over there?

- What are you doing?
- She could have seen you.

Are you guys scared of her?

No. You just don't point
at the Howler of Hudson Oaks.

At least let me get
my asthma medication first.

- That is a ludicrous moniker.
- What?

You haven't heard her howling?
- No.

I was here eight months ago
when she first arrived.

Her face was droopy,
like a witch.

And then she disappeared
for a few weeks.

And now she's back and look.

No droop.

How do you explain that
except black magic?

Well, facial palsy is
an interesting symptom,

and it brings up a number
of questions.

Excuse me.
- Give me a minute.

Oliver,
have you got a minute?

Uh, for you, uh, anything.

I hear you've been snooping
around one of our patients.

Regan?
- Snooping? No.

What were you just talking
about?

That's
patient confidentiality.

That is in
a doctor-patient relationship.

In here, you are
not a doctor.

You are a patient.

At least for another day
or two.

Right. Um,
I-- I was meaning to ask you,

what if I'm not ready
to go quite yet?

If I need to stay
a little bit longer?

I wouldn't want you to leave
before you're ready.

I can talk to your insurance
if you like.

Would you? I think
that it would ease my mind.

Okay.

Thank you.

Uhh!

Hi.

I figured you'd want it back.

Are those your children?

- They were.
- Can I ask what happened?

I was only trying
to protect them.

From what?

From what lived in that house.

I felt it the moment
that we moved in.

Something there.

Something sinister.

I thought I could shelter
them by absorbing it myself.

And it worked.

It's in me now.

I am the one who is haunted.

- Vagi-what?
- It's called vaginismus.

It's a condition

where the body painfully
contracts during penetration.

It's entirely voluntary
and it's not your fault.

But why?
I mean, I love him.

So what's wrong with me?

Processing how we feel
about sex and sexuality,

it's really simple,

but it can be
even more complicated

when shame is ingrained.

And for many of my patients from
strong religious backgrounds,

there can be... a lot to unlearn.

It's just we've waited
all this time,

and now we can't do it.

There are a lot of treatment
options out there--

talk therapy,
physical therapy,

vaginal dilators,

and for more severe cases,
Botox can even be helpful.

I got my elevens done
before the wedding.

Okay, I'm going to refer you

to a pelvic floor specialist
and a psychotherapist in Utah,

and we will leave
the neurotoxins

in your face for now. Okay?

Wait. No.

Will you help me?

Just...

if a fancy New York City
doctor can't fix this,

then I don't know who can.

Really, Mom?

Don't fight me on this.

Fibrosa.

I gave you polyp.

And as your mother,
I gave you life.

Count it.

Um...

I know how much you hate
places like this.

It means a lot that you came.

I'm not even sure
why I was so scared.

All those memories
with your father, I suppose.

But this is different.

When I see how good
this place has been for you,

something has been healed
for me as well.

These are for you.

Um...

I am thinking
of staying a little longer.

Oh.

Do not sneak an acronym in
while you're giving me news.

But if you feel like
you need more time, take it.

- Let's go.
- Please tell her it's from us.

Thank you.

She doesn't even know
we're here.

Speaking of which,
don't be mad at me.

But I did let myself
into your house.

The mail was piling up.

I, uh...
Just give me one minute.

Uh, excuse me.

Do you know Regan?

I'm Lucy. This is Rex.
We're her kids.

Oh, uh, I'm a friend
of your mom's.

A friend?
That's a first.

- Rex.
- I'm also a doctor,

and I would really love
to know a little bit more

about your mom, how she was
before the psychosis.

To be honest, I don't
really remember a time before.

How long has she been here?

She's been in and out of
hospitals for the past 13 years.

I'm trying to convince
Lucy this is the best place

for Mom long term.

Unlike Rex, I remember a time

when Mom was... different.

He can't see it,
but she's still in there.

What are you still doing here?!

Go, go, go!

Hey!

Go!

The Hudson Oaks Howler, huh?

You sure know how to pick 'em.

Hallucinations,
catatonia, voice modulation,

facial contortions,
even choreoathetosis.

Historically, these are
all telltale signs

of demonic possession, right?

Except now we know them
to be neurological symptoms.

The perfect example
of our innate desire

to attribute the physiological
as philosophical,

imbue suffering with meaning.

Not to mention,

autoimmune encephalitis
disproportionately affects

women, who also happen to be the
primary victims of exorcisms.

I'm sorry, I don't--
You don't think that I'm--

I think you're on to something.

Yeah.

And you're the only doctor

who doesn't need expensive scans
to find a neurological needle

in this psychiatric haystack.

Keep digging.

You know
you don't have to be here.

I know.
I want to be here.

Plus, as chief, it's my job
to look out for my doctors.

Yeah.

Dr. Landon,
nice to see you.

Hmm.

What is this?

An open residency spot at NYU?

One of the most competitive

neurology placements
in the nation.

And it's all yours...

on one condition.

You never step foot
in Bronx General again.

And don't even think
about coming near my son.

It was one address.

I never thought
that it would go this far.

When you recruited me,
I was so grateful.

And look how you repaid me.

If your locker isn't
empty in the next 24 hours,

I will see to it that you are
removed the old-fashioned way.

Regan?

I'm sorry to be so intrusive,

but we don't have much time
before my discharge.

Can you please draw a clock
for me?

Regan, I don't believe that
your affliction is otherworldly

or psychiatric even.

But I need more evidence.

I know that this is confusing,
but if I'm right,

there may be a cure for
your torment.

All of your neurons
and the person you were

are under siege, Regan.

Your brain is on fire.

Oh, God.

I think we're in diminishing
returns territory.

Why don't we table our cases
till morning

and get to bed
at a reasonable hour?

Hmm?
- You go ahead.

I need more time.

How about a little break
before I go?

That's tempting.
I'm... distracted.

Let me help you.

Wait. This is--

This is a patient
at Hudson Oaks.

Yes, we were in the red
through November.

Occupancy picked up
shortly after and--

Regan needs a full workup
at a non-psychiatric hospital.

I have to call you back.

Her condition is likely
neurological, maybe autoimmune,

a space-occupying lesion,
even lymphoma.

But the longer she goes
untreated, the worse it gets.

Okay. Slow down.

You think every doctor
over the past decade was wrong?

She is exhibiting signs of
increased intracranial pressure,

visual field deficits
and papilledema.

So I can't say for certain,

but I have a hunch
between 1% and 5% of patients

who are diagnosed
with schizophrenia

actually have
an underlying neurological

and completely treatable
organic illness.

Exactly.

And I am thinking about
the other 99%.

Think of the message
that you will be sending all

of our psychiatric patients by
whisking Regan away to fix her.

At least prescribe
her steroids.

If this is neurological,
it will temporarily help.

And if it's psychiatric,

which it is, steroids will
only make her psychosis worse.

Do you remember
when you first arrived

and you were seeing things
that weren't there?

The charade with Regan
feels a lot like that.

I will not play mind games
with her and neither will you.

Hey. I need your help.

♪ Will you help me? ♪

♪ Will you help? ♪

♪ Figure myself out ♪

I want to help you.

The other patients here do, too.

Everyone who is on steroids
donated what they could spare.

600 milligrams of prednisone.

Now, if I'm right, this will
help you feel less confused,

more like yourself.

But if I'm wrong...

this could make you
much sicker, Regan.

♪ Help ♪

♪ Will you help? ♪

♪ Figure myself out ♪

I'm not afraid of that anymore.

Your plan is not working.

Vaginal dilators are
like Russian nesting dolls

of embarrassment.

And pelvic floor therapy
is just like--

It is straight out
of the book of Revelation.

I just thought
that when we got married,

that everything was gonna
just click into place.

And now this is happening,
and I just...

I just kind of feel
like there's no hope.

Okay.

Sometimes our bodies know what's
better than we know ourselves.

You need to be patient
and just listen.

Whitney, this isn't your fault.

What if it is?

I think I know
why this is happening.

I...

I'm actually not a virgin.

I slept with someone once while
Zeke was away on his mission.

We weren't together then.

It was like something took
over my body

and I was a
completely different person.

And... it was fun.

But I felt horrible after.

And I swore that I would take
that secret to my grave.

But now it feels like...
God is punishing me.

Hmm.

I'm sorry
that I didn't tell you before.

I just I didn't want you to look
at me differently,

the way that... Zeke would
if he ever found out.

I'm not looking at you
any differently, Whitney.

I gotta be honest with Zeke,
don't I?

Is everything okay?

Uh...I...

need to be upfront
with you, Anthony.

Mm-hmm.

- Other than my ex...
- Mm-hmm.

...you are the only person
I've been with since I was 21.

And I'm not trying to define
whatever this is because I...

I don't even know what
I want it to be.

But what I do know is
that I can't do this...

...if you're involved
with other people.

I'm not seeing anyone else,

and I don't plan to.

And for the record, I would have
asked you out a long time ago,

but I never thought
you would go for me...

- What?
- ...at least in a real way.

You are out of my league,
Dr. Pierce.

I am a working-class guy down
in the muck of the ED,

and you have, like,

four different Ivy League
degrees on your walls

and a picture
with Michelle Obama.

That was one time
at a charity luncheon.

But I am flattered
that you think of me

in the same sentence
as Michelle.

Regan?

Regan.

I need a little help over here!

Code blue in the hallway.
Someone call 911.

Code blue, hallway.
Code blue, hallway.

What did you do, Oliver?

Some mild enhancement
around the meninges,

a few scattered
white-matter lesions.

Notable, but not specific.

- Has she undergone an LP?
- Yes. Totally normal.

And antibodies won't be
back anytime soon.

Then I think,
given the new imaging findings,

she needs a brain biopsy
as soon as possible.

Did you get the lab notes
I put in her pocket?

Uh, looking at them now.

But what about the seizure?

Prednisone wouldn't
have caused that.

That's because
she didn't have one.

The steroids worked.

During her temporary lucidity,

I showed her how to fake one

so Hudson Oaks would
be forced to transfer her.

Dr. Wolf was in on it.

Huh.

Have you given
any more thought to my question?

What makes you feel
most like yourself?

Patients still don't count?

Ha.

Uh, well, I sold my bike.

So there's swimming,
lifting, my ferns.

It's a healthy list.

Can I be honest, Dr. Adler?

First time for everything.

I feel most myself
when I'm with Josh.

I like the way he sees me.

I like who I am with him.

Putting yourself out there
can hurt like hell,

but it's never too late
to start living again.

Move towards what feels good.

You deserve it.

Dr. Pierce.

Oh, Whitney, Zeke.

We just had to pop in
before we head home.

We're just so thankful to you
for everything,

for encouraging me to open up.

You were right.
Things are much better now.

I'm happy for the both
of you.

This type of openness,
it's-- it's special.

And it takes a lot of work,
so protect it.

Oh.

Thank you.

Of course.

I just got a call from the lab
with good news, Regan.

What you have is
entirely treatable.

Neurosarcoid is
an autoimmune disease

that generally presents
in the lungs,

but in your case,
only affected the brain.

It's incredibly rare,
but not unheard of.

And explains how your case went
misdiagnosed for so many years.

And why you responded
to the steroids.

But not any
of the psych meds.

So everything
that I was experiencing,

all the demons
and night terrors,

none of that was real.

It's likely
that none of your symptoms

were psychiatric in origin.

The neurosarcoid explains all
of it.

We've already started you
on steroids and methotrexate.

You'll need more over time,

but we expect you
to make a full recovery.

You can go home.

Is there someone we can call
to organize discharge?

No.

No. God.

I dragged the people
that I loved through hell.

Now there's no going home.

I can think of one person
who'd love to see you.

We're not supposed to be out
of our rooms after lights out.

This isn't a prison.

We can't be afraid
to live our lives.

Sometimes you got to
just jump into the deep end.

Okay. Where are you taking us, anyway?

This way.

Okay.

Okay, now we're talking.

♪ Keep it covered ♪

♪ I need you to run to me ♪

♪ Run to me, lover ♪

♪ Run until you feel
your lungs bleeding ♪

♪ Rare is this love,
keep it covered ♪

♪ I need you to run to me ♪

♪ Run to me, lover ♪

♪ I need you to run ♪

♪ Run until you feel
your lungs bleeding ♪

What the hell's
going on here?!

You're very lucky there weren't
any injuries.

It is forbidden to use
the pool without supervision.

This was reckless, even for you.

Your patients will
have to live without supervision

at some point in their lives.

Well, that is if you
ever let any of them leave.

Oliver. I thought you had
turned a corner.

But your recent behavior,

it feels regressive...
impulsive.

You know, I've come to realize
this place isn't that bad.

There are good people
on the staff.

Hudson Oaks isn't the problem.
You are.

While your disdain for me

and what I do
predates your arrival here,

I am not daunted
by difficult people.

It is my job to keep you safe

and direct your course
of treatment,

motivated purely by
a deeply held concern for those

who struggle
with mental-health issues.

Don't forget
your patients' deep pockets.

Speaking of, I got in touch
with your insurance.

You wanted to stay longer.
Wish granted.

It's all arranged.

Oliver.

Good news.
You have a visitor.

Looks like
you've seen a ghost.

Why are you here?

Is this your version
of a victory lap?

The opposite.

I came here to say you win.
I'm leaving Bronx General.

There's an open residency
at NYU,

and you never have to see
me again.

NYU?

Did my mom put you up to this?

I don't know what she said
to you,

but do not take that job.

I don't think that's
an option.

I'll talk to her.
I'll take care of it.

You don't really want to leave,
Charlie.

If you did,
you would not be here.

Why did you really come
to see me?

I never wanted any of this
to happen.

I don't know what I wanted...

but it was not this.

So... I'm sorry.

You didn't do this to me.

I came here to get help
I needed

long before
you entered the picture.

For what it's worth,
I forgive you.

You remind me so much of myself.

I'm nothing like you, Wolf.

You're allergic to authority.

You're addicted
to self-destruction.

You're trying to fix everyone
but yourself, and you're angry.

You think that this anger
is gonna insulate you

from the pain, but it
will alienate you from everyone.

Even yourself.

Trust me.

The night of the gala, you said,
"Let's see who breaks first."

The truth is...

...we're all just doing our best
to hold ourselves together.

Strange being on...

this side of things.

I just wanted to say
thank you

for saving my life...

...and whatever is left of it.

Have you seen Lucy and Rex?

No. Not yet.

After everything I did, all I
ever wanted was to protect them.

It wasn't your fault.

I know.
I'm still battling demons.

They just look different.

I'm haunted by the person
that I was.

The brain is our most
resilient and adaptable organ.

And yours belongs to you again

for the first time
in a long time.

I want to see my kids...

more than anything.

I just don't know
if they want to see me.

Well, someone

whose dad struggled
with his mental health...

...I can say
they want to see you...

...more than anything.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

You look good
back at Bronx General.

You know where I'll look
even better?

- Mm.
- Our new apartment.

About that...

I come bearing eggplant parm.

We didn't get it, did we?

There'll be other apartments.

We don't have to rush.

Last time we broke up
because we were moving too slow.

We wanted different things.

Now that I caught up, I thought
we wanted the same things.

We do.
And I love you for it.

Look, I want a life with you.

I want the fancy apartment, the
nursery, the sleepless nights.

I want to pick out strollers
and argue over preschools.

I want all of that, too.
I always have.

Right. It just...

I don't think you know
who you want it with.

Oliver is lucky
to have a mother like you.

Not all family members are
so supportive.

However, I must share
my concerns about your son.

Concerns?

He's had some setbacks.

He broke curfew.

He snuck into
unauthorized areas.

I even have reason to believe

that he stole
another patient's drugs.

Uh,
that sounds like his old self.

Insurance has
generously offered

to cover another month
of in-patient care...

...if you see fit, of course.

Hmm.

With Oliver's father,

it took years
for me to recognize the signs

of when it was time to take him
to the hospital

and time to bring him home.

But eventually...

...with one look, I knew.

As I do now.

He's ready.

Healing rarely happens
in a straight line,

and we often forget
how much it hurts.

But unlike the body,

the mind has a way
of growing back stronger

in the broken places.

♪ Monsters ♪

♪ Beneath your bed ♪

♪ What's real? ♪

♪ What's in your head? ♪

♪ Sweet heat ♪

♪ Lightning falls ♪

♪ Blue crack of light
and that's all ♪

I don't know who I'm
more excited to see.

How did you do...

Figured you needed
a ride home.

♪ Calling you to sing ♪

- Thank you.
- Mm.

So, what's on the agenda?

What's the first thing
you want to do?

I need to go save Sofia.

Just kidding.

I want to live my life.

And I want to get Josh back.

Greg, move your head.