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♪ Lying in my bed ♪

♪ I hear the clock tick
and think of you ♪

♪ Caught up in circles ♪

♪ Confusion is nothing new ♪

♪ Then you say, "go slow" ♪

♪ I fall behind ♪

♪ The second hand unwinds ♪

♪ If you're lost you can look
and you will find me ♪

♪ Time after time ♪

♪ If you fall,
I will catch you ♪

♪ I'll be waiting ♪

♪ Time after time ♪
*NEW AMSTERDAM (2018)*

Season 02 Episode 17

Only three more meetings
and you are on your own.

If I knew being Chair
meant this many meetings,

I might've reconsidered.

Hey, Reynolds said
the same thing.

Excuse me, Dr. Goodwin,
I don't mean to interrupt.

Can I get your autograph?

Iggy, I'm kind of
in the middle of something.

Have you seen the GoFundMe
video Max is in?

- It blew up!
- Yeah, okay.

For the record, I didn't even
know I was in that video.

And for the record, it was
also featured on "Ellen,"

funded in less than
three hours, my man.

Yeah, well, I think that had
less to do with me

and more to do with...
I don't know, Ellen?

Regardless, I now have...
this is a rough estimate...

About 6,000 of my own patients

all begging me to get you to
star in their GoFundMe videos.

No, no, no.
That's very flattering.

But that is not a precedent
I wanna set at this hospital.

Maximus,
you have a gift here.

You have a gift.
You should not squander it.

Anyway, try to enjoy
the ride.

You have big shoes to fill,
but...

Max, I need you down
in the ED, stat.

- Why?
- I'll give you a hint.

- Come camera ready.
- No!

Half my ward wants you to
cameo on their GoFundMe pages.

I'm not sure how
you're gonna find time

to do your actual job,

but if anyone can do it,
you can.

Mm.

Welcome to the room
where it happens,

and by "it" I mean even more
boring administrative stuff.

Reynolds leaving is making
more and more sense.

- Morning.
- Oh.

Uh, I did not know
you were still here.

- Where else would I be?
- I don't know.

San Francisco
or maybe in a bed?

Evie caught
a flight last night,

and the sub-letters
are already in,

but Floyd Reynolds doesn't
leave business half-done.

- Business?
- Orientation.

Gotta show the new Chair
the ropes.

Oh, that's very kind,
but we just... we just did that.

Oh, okay, but I gotta
introduce you to the board.

Can't just get thrown
into the deep end.

Uh, Max took me
to breakfast with them.

- Oh, smart.
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, uh, gosh.

It's just that my flight
doesn't leave until tomorrow.

Oh, we got
the new couch coming in

if you wanna help carry
the old one out.

[chuckles]

It's official.

As of today, you are reinstated

as Chair of Oncology
and Deputy Medical Director.

- I wish I'd prepared a speech.
- I'm glad you didn't.

Now that you're back,
we need you to salvage

the Fighting Cancer
fundraiser tonight.

What... what's to salvage?

It's being headlined
by Yo-Yo Ma.

Yo-Yo's got strep.
He's out.

We need to find someone else
rich people like.

Also, the teenage cancer
survivors who are speaking?

Amazing kids,
incredibly inspiring,

but they're also rowdy little
teenagers

who need to work on
their speeches,

so get on them.

Oh, and per the fire marshal,

the Rose Room was too small,

so everything has to move
to the Atrium theater.

Karen, this is an awful lot
of ground to cover by tonight.

Afternoon would be better.
So glad you're back.

Hello, Mateo.
How are you feeling?

Just tell me.
Did it work?

[sighs]

[soft dramatic music]

[♪♪]

May I?

[♪♪]

[clicking]

[♪♪]

Today, you move again.

[♪♪]

You're him, right?
You're the GoFundMe doctor.

- Max Goodwin.
- Jason Huang.

- I'm sorry to bother you.
- That's okay.

Listen, I can't do
your crowdfunding video

if that's what you were gonna...

- Yeah. Okay.
- I'm sorry.

But if there's anything
I can do for you as a doctor,

then let me know
and I'll be there.

My dad gave up a good life
in China

so I could grow up here.

He's spent 20 years
making minimum wage,

thousands of miles away from
everyone he knew for me.

And I'm going to med
school next year,

full ride,
thanks to him.

But he needs surgery,
mitral valve stenosis,

just like the girl
in your video,

and the deductible,
it's so much money.

I don't know what to do.

[♪♪]

How can I help?

[♪♪]

Hey, Dad, you awake?

Uh, I can just
come back later.

No.
Please stay.

Hey, it's me.

This is Dr. Goodwin.
He's gonna help us, okay?

Can you sit over here by him?

- [clears throat]
- All right, Dad.

Can you tell Dr. Goodwin
your story?

[somber music]

[♪♪]

Maybe we should try
this another time.

No, his surgery is tomorrow.

We need this video to work,
or we can't...

okay, uh, Dad, can you just
look at the camera and say,

"I need your help.
Anything you can give."

Or just smile.
Yeah, that little girl smiled.

Maybe if you just smiled,
I can...

[♪♪]

[sighs]
Smile, Dad.

Smile.

[♪♪]

Please.

It's fine if you can't talk.
They see how sick he is.

It works better, right?
The sadder it is, the better...

Jason,
you don't have to do this.

Actually, I do.

What other choice do I have
but crowdfunding?

[♪♪]

- Karen, I need to talk to you.
- [shushes]

She's adorable.

Well, yeah, so is
the dancing sloth that follows,

but that's not why
I wanna talk to you.

It is why I want to talk
to you.

I want us to facilitate
crowdfunding

for everyone who needs it.

It'll cost us next to nothing,

just a camera and a room,
and we'll help so many people.

No.

No crowdfunding.
Not for anyone.

Wait, are you kidding me?
Now you're against this?

- Yes, I am.
- Well, that's absurd.

Crowdfunding empowers patients
to fight bad insurance

through the power
of their stories.

It's a Max Goodwin trifecta!

No, it forces people to sing
for their supper

at the worst possible moments
in their lives.

We're making people pay
their bills with their dignity.

We're not.
Insurance companies are.

Well, I'd like them to stop.

And I'd like
to ride a unicorn.

Crowdfunding works, Max.

What if I can find
a better way?

I'm sorry, but are you eating
smoked whitefish?

In fact, I am.

I love smoked whitefish.

My dad used to take me
to Nussbaum's every Saturday

after synagogue.

Oh, Nussbaum's
is my favorite.

Oh, mine too until it closed.

Honestly, that is
the best smoked whitefish

I've smelled since.

It's the dill.

Lauren Bloom,
Emergency Department.

Harold Rothman,
Psychiatry.

[elevator bell dings]

Oh, until next time

when I'll reveal the best lox
in New York,

and it's not in Brooklyn.

[chuckles]

[♪♪]

[knock on door]
Yeah?

Vito's for lunch today.
You in?

Uh, no, no.
Thank you.

Nothing for me.
I'm okay.

Well, I'm just very
impressed.

You've been sticking with
your healthy choices...

- Oh.
- And you look great.

Thank you.
That's very sweet.

I have a ways to go, but...

[chuckles]
Thank you.

Hey Iggy, where can I find
Dr. Rothman?

I forgot to ask him where
he got his whitefish.

Um, don't know who
Dr. Rothman is.

Uh, yes, you do.

Harold Rothman.
He works in your department.

No.
Sorry.

- Why would be lie?
- Why would I?

Okay, let's sort this out
right now.

Harold Rothman.

What do we got?

There you go.
Left New Amsterdam in 1996.

No, no.
He's very distinctive.

He's pale with, like,
bright white hair,

and this, like,
an old-timey vibe.

Wait a second,

did he have a mysterious smile
and soulful eyes?

- Yeah.
- Okay, this all makes sense.

- What makes sense?
- I don't know how to say this.

The man you spoke to...

is a ghost.

Thank you.

Have you not heard tell,
Lauren,

of the Phantom
of New Amsterdam?

'Twas many a moon 'ere first
his steps were heard.

Looks like someone's already
gotten the party started.

All: Dr. Sharpe!

Look how gorgeous
you all look.

And since you're relaxing,
I can assume

you've all memorized
your speeches for tonight?

Mm-hmm.

Come on, rehearse now,
catch up later.

Let's go.

Jessye?

Can I just ask how long
you've had that limp?

Oh.
Maybe like a week?

Do you mind if I take a look?

[dramatic music]

[♪♪]

I'd like to run a few tests
on this leg.

It'll be quick,
I promise.

That's where my cancer was.

There's no need to jump
to conclusions.

[♪♪]

Your brain's impulses are
transmitted as electricity.

Even since your paralysis,

your brain has been sending
signals to your arm.

Your arm has just been unable
to hear them.

The silicone chips
we embedded in your brain

send the signals through
these wires to your pedestals,

and from there
to the robotic arm.

In a sense,
it's just a spinal cord

outside of your body.

If you can master this,

you'll move on to our
most advanced robotics.

You'll test simulations
of cars, planes...

A plane?
I can fly again?

Let's just focus on
a finger today.

[keys clacking]

[suspenseful music]

And we're live.

Mateo, please try and move
your index finger.

[♪♪]

[whispering] Okay.

[♪♪]

[grunts]

It's okay.
This may take some time.

We are awakening
neural pathways

which you have not used
since the accident.

Gotta clear out the cobwebs,
right?

Try to remember what it was
like to move your own arm,

how it felt.

[somber music]

[breathes deeply]

[♪♪]

Dr. Kapoor?

He's just starting.
Give him time.

It's not a time thing.

Every subject that's worked has
had at least some activity

in the motor cortex
upon initiation,

but Mateo has none.

Move.

Come on.
Move.

Let's start with
the elephant in the room.

Who saw me on "Ellen"?

Okay, just everybody.

Well, I'm not here to talk
about Allie Baker.

I'd like to talk about
Zhen Huang.

Not exactly an Allie, is he?

It's okay,
it's true...

He's not young, he doesn't have
a winning smile,

and can barely even talk.

So what do you think?

His story gonna be a hit
on the talk shows?

You don't have
to go on Fallon

- to have crowdfunding work.
- No, you don't.

You just have to flaunt
your misery for money.

And it gets better,

the public starts voting
with their wallets.

It's a Tragedy Olympics where
the contestants are dying

and the judges vote
not on medicine,

but on whose story
is the cutest.

So, what are you suggesting?

Let's get new judges.

There's only one group
who knows which patients

are the most deserving...
Doctors.

So when patients can't afford
even the deductible,

the doctors in this room
will decide who gets the money.

I have got a $100,000 set aside
for patients like Allie.

And I'm willing to bet
that all of us

have patients
who could use a little help.

Mine is Zhen Huang.

So we're gonna decide who
gets the money

not with emotion with reason.

I'd like to present

New Amsterdam's response
to GoFundMe...

WeFundYou.

- Dr. Reynolds.
- Yeah, what?

Need a consult?

No, I was just surprised
to see you.

I thought you already left.

Whoa, whoa, hey!
Watch it!

Easy there, big guy.

[clattering]

[suspenseful music]

[crashing]

[♪♪]

Hello?

Someone help me!

Hello?

I'm down here!

- [door creaking]
- Help!

- Hang on! [grunts]
- Help me!

[♪♪]

Okay.
Don't worry.

Hang in there.
I got you.

[♪♪]

I'm coming.

[♪♪]

[whimpers, pants]

Hey, I'm Dr. Reynolds.
What's your name?

- Tevi.
- Tevi.

Okay, yeah.
Let me see.

Let me see.

Yeah, okay.

You've got a little bit
of trouble here, Tevi, okay?

When you fell,
you broke a rib, all right?

So I'm gonna
take care of you, okay?

First, I just gotta get you
out of here.

[door squeaks]

Whoa.

[overlapping chatter]
Stage 4 Hodgkin Lymphoma

is more deserving than
a Stage 4 Neuroblastoma?

No, what I said was
my patient is more deserving,

because she's so young;
she's only nine.

Yeah, g-guys?

Let's try to think about
this rationally.

Do you think I'm an idiot?

I didn't say you were
an idiot, I said it was...

This $100,000 they're all
fighting so hard for,

where exactly is it
coming from?

Funny enough, the next item
on my agenda was going to be

finding the money,
rationally and thoughtfully.

Don't play stupid.

You're only thinking about
your patients.

That is the whole point,
Steve!

- What's her name?
- Lisa!

Let me know how that goes.

What you're saying is that
she's gonna go home sick,

and that I'm supposed
to let her die.

- [pants]
- There we go.

Okay.

All right, just relax.

I'm gonna get us help, okay?

[grunts]

Okay, Tevi, just relax.

Just breathe through
your nose like this.

[inhales, exhales]

Okay, try it.

Okay.
Okay, kiddo.

All right.
All right.

Tevi, listen to me.
Listen to me.

Now when we breathe,

we make a vacuum
with our chest, all right?

With that rib you broke,

it poked a hole from your lungs
to the outside world.

So now you can't make a vacuum.

So all we gotta do is we gotta
make you a vacuum.

Ah, here we go.

- [coughs]
- Now we're talking.

Okay, do me a favor.

Can you hold this for me
like this?

Hold it right there, okay?

[pants]

[♪♪]

We're gonna make that vacuum,
buddy.

- Here we go.
- [groaning]

Okay.

Now take a deep breath.
Come on.

It's holding.

Good.
Now take another one.

- [inhales]
- There you go.

That's it.
That's it.

Good.
You're doing great.

All right, you wanna tell me

how you wound up down here
in the first place?

Huh?
Come on now.

I promise you
I've heard crazier.

- [grunts]
- Oh...

- What?
- You're bleeding out,

and we've got to get you
to the OR.

How long before your family

or your friends
realize you're gone?

A few hours,

but someone's gonna notice
you're gone, right?

[♪♪]

- Don't say it.
- I'm sorry.

I do not know if it is
the chips, the pedestals, or...

Or me.

We're not registering
any relevant brain activity.

- And your pain...
- I'm fine.

The EEG shows the brainwaves
that signal pain.

- You're not fine.
- No!

I can do it.
I just...

Mateo.

[straining] Move.

[grunts]

[groans]

I ran airlifts in combat zones.

I could land a C-2 Greyhound

smack in the middle
of an aircraft carrier

getting hit by 30-foot waves,

and now...
I can't move a finger.

It's in my somewhere.
I know it.

Detach his arm.

Hook him up
to a flight simulator.

The simulator is an advanced
cerebral interface.

Mateo is a pilot.

Flying is in his blood,
his bones, his neurons.

If his brain comes
to associate reawakening

the motor cortex with pain,

anything alive in there might
never wake up.

If he fails at the simulator,

it won't just be
an emotional setback.

It could be
a neurological one.

There is no flight
without a leap.

[somber music]

[♪♪]

Mateo, Would you like to fly?

[♪♪]

[suspenseful music]

[♪♪]

[machine whirrs]

[♪♪]

[grunts]

[♪♪]

Let's get her
a pulmo consult with Loeb.

- Okay.
- Hey, what's up?

Hi. So, funny story.

I was over at
the vending machines,

not eating candy or anything,

I was just looking at it...
Iggy, I do have a job.

Yeah, yeah, I know.
I do too.

So, I saw Dr. Rothman.

Pretty sure I did.

He's old, white hair,
pale skin.

The whole thing.

And I think he's just, um...

it's the darndest thing.
He just...

Vanished is the word,
I guess.

What?

Okay,
I don't really know how to...

I googled him
after we talked, and...

And?

Harold Rothman died
four years ago.

Your limp is being caused by
a soft tissue sarcoma

in your popliteal fossa.

It's aggressive.

I'm gonna need
to schedule you for surgery,

and I'm gonna have
to call your parents.

I already called.

I knew
what you were gonna say.

Jessye, if you would like
to go to a little of the party,

there is time.

Why would I go to the party?

That party is for kids
who beat cancer.

I lost.

Cancer doesn't
have winners and losers,

and anyone who makes you feel
that way

does not know what
they are talking about.

You made me feel
that way.

The stupid speech.

"I was 12 when I learned
I had cancer.

"I was told I was in
for the fight of my life.

"I battled each cell
of my sarcoma.

New Amsterdam taught me how
to fight and how to win."

Your party is called
Fighting Cancer.

So, yeah, cancer won
and I lost.

[somber music]

[♪♪]

No pulse.

Going again.
Clear.

Doctor, crash cart bedside.

- What happened?
- Sinus brady and hypoxia.

- Did you push Atropine?
- Times two.

Okay, hang epi drip,
4 micrograms per minute,

and let's put on Zoll pads
for external pacing

in case the epi isn't enough.

Bag it.

[♪♪]

[sobs]

Breathing pattern
ineffective.

One, two...

[metal creaking]

[grunts]

Hey, why don't you
tell me how you...

You got here in the hospital?

Alpha 1
Antitrypsin deficiency.

Come here
a few times a month

for a gene transfusion.

Only at New Amsterdam?

- Sometimes at Baptist.
- Oh, then I want to know.

Do we have the best
elevator shafts,

or does Baptist got us beat?
[chuckles]

That's more like it.

All right.
Here we go.

One, two...

[straining]

Yes.
Yeah.

[chuckles]
You like that?

Pry this open,
get you to the OR,

and get you fixed up.

[elevator whirrs]

- Hey!
- Hey!

We're down here!
We're down here!

- Help!
- Hey!

Hey,
there's somebody down here!

Hey!
Hey!

Hey, we're down here!
Oh!

[♪♪]

Clear?
I've got a pulse.

So do you think it'll work?

I don't know.

The insurance company says
dad's setback

is classified as
a new disorder.

We owe two deductibles now.

We'll have to sell everything

unless I post it and it works.

Well, I couldn't find you
a better way,

so why haven't you?

I showed my dad the video.

He said if he has to beg
to live, he'd rather die.

That's how he was brought up.

If I post it,
he'll never speak to me again.

How can the only way to save
him be losing him forever?

[solemn music]

[♪♪]

[suspenseful music]

[♪♪]

Hey!
Oh, damn.

[♪♪]

- Dr. Bloom.
- Hey, I found him.

- What?
- He's on the fourth floor.

- Dr. Rothman?
- Yes, the fourth floor.

Meet me there.

You know, growing up,
my Aunt Norma always claimed

to have the sight.

- Mm-hmm.
- This makes sense.

She always said that you can
only see

what you are pure enough
to receive.

Oh, she would just
be absolutely thrilled

if my new diet
had somehow purified me.

She always said, "You're never
gonna get the sight

if you don't stop eating
chocolate, Iggy."

Iggy.
Iggy.

Look.

Oh.

Dr. Rothman?
[clears throat]

[♪♪]

How are you doing today?

[♪♪]

Wait, this is the...

Alzheimer's Ward.

[♪♪]

We think we're in time,

but with a relapse this
aggressive,

we're gonna need to monitor
Jessye's tissues regularly.

Thinking about something
that Jessye said,

how you were asked to talk
about fighting cancer, right?

How you beat it?

Can you rip those speeches up,
please?

Go on.
I'm serious.

Take them out and rip them up.

If they're on your phones,
delete them.

[somber music]

[♪♪]

Now tell me,
from the heart...

How does it feel
surviving cancer?

Scared.

You know, um,
even though I'm in remission,

it feels like I'm just waiting
for it to come back.

Um, ungrateful.

I, like, beat this huge thing,

but I feel like
I should never complain

or feel down
about anything else.

[sighs]

This is what people
should hear.

This is what I want you
to talk about tonight.

So we nix the uplifting
stories of beating cancer,

and replace them with raw,
improvised stories

from terrified children?

It's the truth.
People wanna hear the truth.

If there's one place people
do not want to hear the truth,

it's a pediatric oncology ward.

Donors want to hear
that we're beating cancer,

that we're going
to beat more cancer.

Those kids were lying.

We asked them to lie.

So now they're gonna tell their
stories, their real stories.

And for some of them,
it's not a fight

or it's not a fight
that they're winning.

Fair point.

So sorry.

Wow.

We're gonna be okay.

Because as soon as this
elevator tries to move...

It was a selfie challenge.

- What?
- That's why I was down here.

See who can get
the most extreme shot.

So I forced open
the elevator doors,

leaned back in the chair,
and...

I'm so stupid, I know.

[sobs]

The younger patients,

you know, the ones
who come here a lot,

they tend to feel left out.

Their friends are off
doing things and,

you know,
they're just stuck here.

Wanting people
to remember you...

That's not stupid.

We all want that.

[sniffles]

[elevator dings]

Hey!
Help!

- Hey!
- We're down here!

- We're in the shaft!
- Help us, please!

[elevator whirrs]
Anybody! Hey!

Please! Help!

[alarm blares]
Do you hear someone in there?

What was that?

- Is someone down there?
- Hello? Hello?

We're gonna get out of here.

[♪♪]

I'm gonna set
the plane in motion,

but you have to make it fly.

Like with the arm.

Imagine pressing a button,

and if your neural pathways
are connecting,

the sim will press the button.

If you don't connect,
you'll crash.

[sighs]

Reset.

[suspenseful music]

[♪♪]

Reset.

[♪♪]

[grunts]

How many hours have you spent
in a cockpit?

More than I can count.

This should be
second nature to me.

I suspect it still is.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes now.

Visualize the cockpit.

[soft dramatic music]

Tell me, what is
the farthest left indicator

on the instrument panel?

The ASI.
The airspeed.

Keep going.

The attitude indicator.

Compass.

Up is the fuel gauge.

You know this plane.

This is your plane,

not a simulator.

This is my plane.
[computer beeps]

Say it again.

This is my plane.

Mateo, we are moving now.

You have a half-billion
dollar plane

that is your responsibility.

We are near the end
of the runway.

You have to get us up
in the air right now.

[♪♪]

[engine whirrs]

[♪♪]

He's flying.

[warm music]

[♪♪]

Wow.

That's a...

that's a dress.

Yes, and those are scrubs.

That they are.

I guess this concludes our game
of name that clothing item.

Um, I need to talk to you
about crowdfunding.

After you get dressed.
You're gonna be late.

- For what?
- The fundraiser.

- Which is tonight?
- It's in ten minutes.

Just throw something on
and get down there,

- I've got to prep the kids.
- Uh, kids?

The ones who are sharing
their stories.

To raise money
for this hospital?

Oh, yes.
It's a fundraiser, Max.

Yeah, with the kids
that we're exploiting

to emotionally manipulate
people for cash.

- No one is exploiting anyone.
- You're damn right we're not.

We're cancelling
that fundraiser.

Uh...

It's called
therapeutic fibbing.

Instead of correcting
the patient's delusions,

you accept them.

So everyone here treats
Dr. Rothman

- like he's still a doctor?
- Within reason.

Whenever he leaves the floor
he has minders with him.

It's startling, I know,
but stability slows dementia.

And nothing's
more destabilizing

than forcing people
to acknowledge

they're in the grip
of delusions.

- Excuse me.
- Have a good day.

Okay, so I never
actually googled Rothman.

- Yeah, no kidding.
- I'm sorry.

Hey, it was just a joke
that got out of hand.

But I thought that he was like
a visiting doctor or something.

I never thought
that he was a patient.

And I never really thought

that you would think
that he was a ghost.

- I'm sorry.
- No, Lauren, I'm not mad at you, okay?

I'm mad at myself
for even half-believing

any of this nonsense.

- Okay, but that's my fault.
- No, it's not.

It's all me.
I'm the problem.

Iggy...

Sing a little song,
do a little dance.

Just be yourselves.

- If you need anything, I'll...
- Helen.

Yeah, I'll be with you
in just a sec.

Yeah, well, I meant that

in the "what the hell"
kind of sense.

This does not look like
a cancelled gala.

That's because it's not.

My first act as the newly
restored

Deputy Medical Director
was to ignore you.

I can't believe
that you are okay

with exploiting
these children.

[chuckles]
Kids?

Quick question.

Do you want me
to cancel the gala?

Don't you, like,
need the money to cure cancer?

Yes, but if not if it means
making you speak publicly

about something that you would
rather keep private.

I mean, are y'all
being forced to do this?

We want to do this.

This is how we help
the next kid with cancer.

This is how we help Jessye.

Max,
this isn't exploitation.

This is gratitude.

Gratitude?

You may know it
from such situations

as the time I saved you
from recklessly cancelling

an important fundraiser.

Right.

Now I'm grateful that
you're willing to be Deputy

to a proven doofus.

And I'm also grateful
because...

you just showed me
how to do crowdfunding right.

[♪♪]

Mateo, we have to stop.

No, no.
Not yet.

You have an infection
at your surgical site.

We have to remove the implant.

No.

No, I just wanna stay up here.

But with the infection
this close to your brain,

we must stop now.

[♪♪]

[♪♪]

[knock on door]

- Mm.
- Hey.

Hey.

You know that I would never
intentionally mock

Alzheimer's patients, right?

- Of course.
- Good.

Parkinson's, though...

Just a little bit funny?

That's maybe the worst joke
you've ever made.

You seem really upset.

Yeah, you know,
I'm... I'm...

I've just been going
through some stuff.

That's why I'm here.

Wanna talk about it?

[dramatic music]

So I've been on this diet,

and it's making me feel cold
and drowsy and weak.

And I've been having vivid
food fantasies.

And today, I temporarily
believed in ghosts,

which is...

that's not funny, really.

It's, um, it's more like what
happens

when my food stuff goes
a little too far.

But I don't even look good yet,

and people are giving me
compliments already,

so you do the math.

How terrible must I have looked
before?

So even if this diet
is intense,

it's necessary,
right?

Mateo.

[sighs]

It's not fair.

I encouraged you
to go through so much.

To get so little in return.

I'm sorry.

I'm not.

I'll never walk again...

But I got to fly.

[sighs]

How long were you and this
kid in the elevator?

About four hours.

Spleen isolated and removed.

Music to my ears.

There's a small tear in the
diaphragm near the sternum.

Can I suture?

Ask the Chair.

Show me what you got.

♪ 'Cause I've
been walking my life ♪

♪ To the beat of a drum ♪

♪ It gave me away,
and I was far too long ♪

♪ I'm trying to be
a love keeper ♪

[knock on window]

♪ It was all I could do
just to play along ♪

Are we, uh,
really not gonna see you

- until the wedding?
- Yeah, but it'll be fine.

I'm not fine.
I'm sad.

Well, you know
how these things go.

You know,
like I just did the surgery

and we saved the kid,
and everything was great,

but the whole time
I was thinking

this isn't my OR anymore,
you know?

Things end.
People forget.

Tevi will remember.

So will every single one
of your patients...

and so will I.

Thank you.

And so will every single one
of your friends

who are waiting around
this corner to surprise you.

- Hey!
- Yo!

[clamoring]

Surprise!

Don't be mad.
It's just a small event.

[♪♪]

♪ It was all I could do
just to play along ♪

♪ Now you tell me
that the parts are gone ♪

♪ Oh, maybe ♪

♪ You shouldn't try
so hard ♪

[♪♪]

♪ When will I belong? ♪

[♪♪]

♪ When will I belong? ♪

[♪♪]

♪ When will I belong?

[♪♪]

♪ When will I belong? ♪

[♪♪]

♪ Now you're away
to the other side ♪

[♪♪]

♪ No one believes me now ♪

♪ That I found the way ♪

[♪♪]
Synchronized by srjanapala

[uplifting music]

[♪♪]

I got the surgery I needed
to survive last year.

I got mine ten years ago.

We got money to keep
our little girl healthy,

but what about
the next little girl?

Our family has
so much gratitude

and we want to help
whoever comes next.

Last year, I almost died.

Now I'm going to college.

Can you help
the next person like me?

We get to tell our stories
because we're survivors.

I'm a survivor.

All: And we want our friends
to be survivors too.

[sobs]

Last year, I was diagnosed
with squamous cell carcinoma,

and, uh...

I didn't want to admit
that it was happening.

I didn't want
to talk about it,

not even with
my closest friends.

But in New Amsterdam and all
the amazing people in it,

they... they helped me
through it.

So I'm a survivor.

And so many others aren't,
not yet.

So that's why
I'm asking you to donate

because it's not for me,
it's for them.

[♪♪]