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- When I was
on the COVID ward,

I felt like I was
a part of something.

I'd like to feel that again.

- This study's
exclusionary criteria

weed out a lot of patients.

- I'd like to help.

- The transfer to Arizona
came through.

- You can't just take
Anna 1,000 miles away

without discussing it with me.

- Dad, I don't wanna go
to Phoenix.

- We really wanna end up
in court over this?

- I thought it was over
for us today.

- Yeah.
Me too.

- You're good to go,
Dr. Halstead.

Booster in two weeks.

- Thank you.

- Will, morning.

- Morning.

- Thank you.

Pretty exciting day, huh?

- I have to admit.

I got a little teary-eyed
walking in here.

After all these months...

- Yeah, I know.

Finally feels like
we're approaching

the other side of this.

- Dr. Virani?

- And not a moment too soon.

- Good morning, April.

- Good morning.

- Welcome back, Noah.

- Hey.
- Missed you around here.

How was the research rotation?

- You know, it wasn't too bad.

Kind of interesting actually.

- Uh-oh.
We're losing him to the bench?

- Oh, no.
I need him where I can see him.

- So what's up with you?

Fresh cut, white coat.

Big promotion or a girl?

- Neither.

I'm just trying to step it up
a little bit.

Look a little more
professional.

- He is the co-PI
on a new clinical trial.

- Okay, big time!

- I'll catch you two later.
- Mm-hmm.

- Leaving the little people
behind.

- And I thought I was
the light sleeper.

- Hey.

- So you slipped out
on me this morning.

Didn't scare you off, did I?

- No.
I had to come in early.

Catch up on some charting.

I thought you could use
the rest.

- My place tonight?

- We'll see.

- Choi, Marcel,
we got two victims incoming.

Elderly couple found
unconscious in their home.

Both tested negative
for COVID in the ambo.

- Phyllis Coleman,
68-year-old female.

Found pulseless at the scene.

Compressions
started in the field.

3 rounds of epi in the ambo.

- We'll take her to 3.
- Where's the husband?

- Right behind me.

- James Coleman,
69-year-old male,

obtunded but rousable.

BP 128 over 78.
Pulse 110.

- Any idea what
knocked 'em both out?

- Gas leak.
Home reeked of sulfur.

- Okay.
What about this?

- Looks like he fell
out of his chair

after he lost consciousness.

- Here we go.
On my count.

One, two, three.

All right.

Lungs are clear.

Mr. Coleman, can you hear me?

- Maggie says you might
need some help.

Wait.
Is that Dr. Coleman?

- You know him?
- Guy's a legend.

Founded the largest free clinic
on the southside.

- That's right.
Read about him in the "Trib."

- Dr. Marcel, he's barely
protecting his airway.

- Sexton,
set up a nasal airway.

Here we go.

- Welcome back, Dr. Coleman.

- What's going on?
Where am I?

- There was a gas leak
in your home.

You and your wife
were brought here.

- Phyllis!
- Yes.

- Where is Phyllis?
- She's here.

I just need you to relax
for a moment.

Okay, no, no, no.
I need you to lie back down.

Okay, listen.

Dr. Sexton's gonna go
check on your wife, all right?

But I need you to stay calm
for me.

- Um, what's
Ms. Coleman's status?

- Couldn't revive her.
She's gone.

- I'm so sorry.

Phyllis!
Me!

Take me!
- Dr. Coleman, no--

All right, I need you
to take a deep breath.

- Sats are down to 88.

- Shouldn't his sats
be coming up?

- Yeah.
- Maybe he aspirated.

- Don't know.
Something else is up.

All right,
I'm intubating, let's go.

100 of sux, 20 of etomidate.

Come on!
Laryngoscope!

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- Coffee for Charles.

- At 5:00 this morning, right?

Will you leave it for a minute?
I'm at work.

- Oh--
- I'm moving out.

- Good morning.

- Hey.

Ooh.
You bought me a coffee.

- Of course, I did.

They spelled your name wrong.

- Daniel--

You stole somebody's coffee?

- I left him 5 bucks.
He's an old friend of mine.

Well, at least
it's the way I like it.

- I guess it's your lucky day.

- Mm.
Not so much.

Michael pissed me off
this morning.

So now he's sour with me.

Been back to work one day.

He's already apartment hunting.

- Huh.

- I told him--I said,
"Stay put with me.

Build a little nest egg."
You know?

He's been quarantining
with me since March.

You know,
what's a few more months?

What?
- Well, I don't know.

I mean, he's a grown man,
right?

It's probably a point of pride.

- Please.

I know Michael.
This is what he does.

He makes impulsive decisions.

I'm all for him getting back
on his feet,

but the ground's got
to be sturdy.

- Fair enough.

- Anyway, what's your day like?

Office hours?

- Yeah, and um,
mediation with Susan.

- You mean she's really serious

about taking Anna
to Arizona with her?

- Oh, she's serious.

- And how does--
how is Anna taking this thing?

I mean, parents at odds--

kids can feel like
they have to pick sides.

- I think she's fine.

Yeah.

She--she--she's fine.

- And what were you
and lover boy

chatting about this morning?

- Crockett?
- Yeah.

- I was just asking his advice
on a patient.

Come here.

Okay.

I slept with him last night.

- Nat!
How was it?

- It was good.
It was fun.

Um, but before
you say anything, okay,

I am under no illusions.

I know Crockett's reputation.

- I didn't think
that was your vibe though.

- Well, it's not,
but he's got like this...

- No!
This other side to him.

All right, okay.

- Look--maybe I'm okay
keeping it casual, all right?

- Okay.

- Anyway, enough about me.

How are you?
How is Auggie?

- We're supposed to get
his Heredity and Me results

back soon and see
if he has any relatives

that are willing to donate.

- Man, that kid is so lucky
to have you in his corner.

You know that, right?

You really are unshakeable,
Mags.

Mm.

I got my highly encouraged
AKA mandatory session

with Dr. Charles today.

- Mm.
Fun.

- Ugh.

- Oh, Nat?

Be careful.

I don't wanna see you get hurt.

- Thanks.

- See, Mr. Booker.

I thought I told you
you were not allowed back here.

- Any excuse to see that smile.

- Mr. Booker was my patient
in the COVID ward,

and he kicked COVID's ass.

So he's not going anywhere.

- Mr. Booker, hi.
I'm Dr. Halstead.

So you're experiencing
some shortness of breath?

- Yeah.

Been totally bushed
these last few weeks too.

- Mm-hmm.

- Sure it doesn't help me
working overtime.

The wedding, you know?

- Oh, you're getting hitched?

- Oh, me?
Oh, no.

But my daughter.

She's hopeless.

Too many romantic comedies.

- Mm-hmm.
Lean forward for me, would you?

- Huh.

- What?

Is it my lungs again?

- Well, I do hear
some crackles.

That means you have fluid
in your chest.

- Oh, God.

That's what happened before,
right?

With the COVID?

- No, your swab was negative.
You don't have it again.

- Is it some kind
of long-term damage?

I thought this was behind me,
damn it.

- Look--let's just let
Dr. Halstead run a few tests

before we get ahead
of ourselves, okay?

- Yeah, Mr. Booker,
you just relax.

We'll have answers
for you soon.

- Sexton,
how's Dr. Coleman doing?

- Oh, yeah.
Just extubated him.

He's stable and resting.

- Any of the tests up yet?

- Affirmative.
Was just pulling 'em up.

Oh, wow.

- Yeah.

Explains why
he was decompensating,

even after they removed him
from the home.

- It wasn't gas poisoning.

- Nope.

Hey, Dr. Coleman.
How ya feeling?

Anything we could do
to make you more comfortable?

No.

- Just wanted to say, again,
how sorry we are for your loss.

- We'll let you rest but, uh,

while it's still fresh
in your mind,

is there anything that you
remember from this morning?

- Not really.

I just...remember sitting down
in my chair.

And I must've dozed off.

I guess that's why
I didn't smell the gas.

Listen.
Can I go home soon?

I need to start making
arrangements for my--

for my Phyllis.

- Yeah.
Of course.

I understand.

But, uh,
before we can let you go,

we need to discuss
your blood work.

We found
an extremely high level

of benzos in your system.

- Any idea how they got there?

- Dr. Coleman?

- This wasn't supposed
to happen like this.

Lisa wasn't supposed
to find us until tonight.

- Lisa?

- Phyllis's caregiver.

I hired her

when Phyllis was diagnosed
with ALS.

See, Phyllis was terrified

of ending up paralyzed
inside of her body.

And she made me promise that
I wouldn't let it happen.

But when the time came
to help her...

I knew...I had to go too.

You see, we come here

together from Jamaica,

19 years of age.

I can't live
without my Phyllis.

.

- So if Mrs. Coleman died
of a drug overdose

and not gas poisoning,

then what about the gas leak?

It was just a coincidence?

- Dr. Coleman created the leak
to protect the clinic.

- He didn't want the way
in which they died

to negatively impact the work
they're doing in the community.

- Wow.
All right.

Well, thanks, guys.
I'll take it from here.

- Wait.
What do you mean?

- I'll notify PD.

- Oh, PD?

What?
No.

- Noah, I have to.

- Maybe we could, uh...
- What?

Sweep this under the rug?

Guys, we have a confession.

And in the eyes of the law,
this was murder.

- It was assisted suicide.

- Not if she didn't put
the pills in her own mouth.

- But she couldn't.
She was incapacitated.

- Which means
she couldn't consent.

And besides, you know assisted
suicide is illegal in Illinois.

- Yeah, but she did consent.

She told him this is what
she wanted years ago.

- And they even
considered moving

to a state where it's legal.

- I'm not passing judgement.
That's not my place.

But I have to protect my staff.

If I don't report this,

we're obstructing justice.

Come on.

This wasn't murder.

It was an act of mercy.

- I'm sorry, Noah.

- So you and Ben have had--

you're having quite
a first year.

- Mm-hmm.

- I mean, taking in Auggie
and then, now COVID.

I mean, that's a lot.

- Actually, I think it's only
brought Ben and I closer.

- Well, that's good.

I mean, that's great.

- I am sorry, Dr. Charles.

I'm sorry to be wasting
your time,

but I don't think
this is for me.

I'm a Lockwood woman.
We handle things.

We don't spend a lot of time
sitting around and just...

- Talking about your feelings?

- My mom had two jobs
when my dad was in grad school

also while raising three kids
and caring for her parents,

both of whom
were wheelchair-bound.

- Really?

That's a remarkable woman.

- She was.

- Look, Mags, I know that
this first one was mandatory.

But I'm here.

I mean, there's no shame
in unloading.

I do it all the time.
- Thanks.

I'll keep that in mind,
Dr. Charles.

Am I dismissed, Doc?

I wanna make sure
the ED isn't on fire.

- You are dismissed.

- Thanks.

- Why does he always
have to be such a hard-ass?

- Look, you know I'm the first
one to give Ethan a hard time

when he's being too rigid but--

- Don't tell me
you're on his side.

- No.
- All we asked him to do

was look the other way.
- But now that he's chief,

I think that's a bigger ask
than you realize.

To be continued.

- Yep.
I see it.

All right.

- Hey, Will.

Did you get Mr. Booker's
test results back yet?

- I did.

I'm sorry, April.
He's in heart failure.

- What?
He cannot catch a break.

First he beats COVID, now this?

- Well, truth is the virus
may have actually caused,

or at least exacerbated
the problem.

- What about
your clinical trial?

Can--
- Yeah, sorry.

I thought about that already.

Unfortunately,
Mr. Booker's serum creatinine

is just above
the eligibility cutoff.

- Oh.
- He doesn't qualify.

- Well, thank you
for looking into it.

- Yeah.

- If you don't mind,

I'd like to break
the news with you.

- Of course.
Let's go.

- Dr. Manning?

- Anna?
Hey.

Owen was just asking about you.

He misses having you babysit.

- Yeah, me too.

Um, listen.
Can we talk in private?

- Of course.
Let's go upstairs.

Does your dad know you're here?

- No, and um, I'd really like
to keep it that way please.

- Okay.
Let's go.

- Okay.

- How can I help you, Anna?

Is everything okay?

Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.
There's nothing like that.

I'm not in any kind of trouble
or anything.

I just, um...

I need birth control.

- Okay.

Do you mind if I ask why this
is such a covert operation?

- 'Cause of my mom, really.

I brought it up to her once,

and of course,
she shut it right down.

- She doesn't even want me
to have a boyfriend,

much less, you know.

- But what about your dad?

I'm sure he'd be really happy

to know
you're being responsible.

- No, I do not wanna talk
about it with my dad.

Yeah.

Me and boyfriend, we're ready.

You know,
I just wanna be prepared.

- Well, listen.

I think it is great

that you wanna
take precautions.

And I do wanna help you.

- Is this the part
where you say

but you need my parents'
permission or something?

- No.

But after I take
your medical history

and your blood pressure,

I do need to run some lab work.

- Okay.

- And that will trigger
your parents' insurance.

- Never mind.
Um, forget it.

I'll just--
I'll figure something out.

It's fine.

- You know, Anna, Anna.
Wait, look.

This is a big step.

But if you're sure,

you do need protection.

So I'll run the labs
off the record.

- Thank you, Dr. Manning.

- How about the possibility
of working remotely, Susan?

- I'm leading
an entire department.

I have to be there in person.

- Daniel, what about you?

Is there a custody arrangement

you'd feel comfortable with

that still allows Susan
and Anna to make the move?

- Look--I'm not crazy about
disrupting Anna's school year,

but, I mean, the real issue
is seeing my daughter.

It's why we made an agreement

to live within 100 miles
of each other.

- A-and I get that.

But life happens.

I can't pass up this job.

- What about my job?
I mean, with my schedule,

flying back and forth
every other week,

it's not feasible.

- It's been about your job
for the last 20 years.

Look, it comes down
to a simple choice, right?

Either Anna moves with me,
or you get what you want,

and you successfully
derail our lives.

- I'm not trying
to derail anything, all right?

It is in Anna's best interest
to have us both around.

- Yeah, but when it comes
down to it, Daniel,

Anna needs me
more than she needs you.

- The facts only.
Let's avoid opinions, please.

- Okay.
Okay.

The fact is that I've been
doing the heavy lifting

when he's been MIA.

- When are you gonna get tired

of beating
this "deadbeat dad" drum?

I've always been
a solid presence

in Anna's life,
and you know that.

- I'm telling you, Daniel.

If you try to sabotage this
for me,

you will see a side of me
that you will not like.

- Oh, I will see.

Classic.

Doesn't get what she wants,
and she disappears.

It's what she does.
See?

.

- Feel for the old man.

I actually went to that clinic
when I was a kid.

- So what happens now?

- I've been in contact
with the state's attorney.

Flight risk isn't a concern.

So do what you need
to do for him here.

But once he's ready
for discharge,

we'll have to book him.

- All right.

- Hey, Trini.
Mind giving us a sec?

I'm really sorry
about the police.

If it had been up to me...

- It is what it is.

It's part of the job.
I know that.

- Also, I, um...

I wanted to say thank you.

You're actually a big part
of the reason

I became a doctor.

Your clinic had this, like,
traveling tent

you'd pitch in parks
around the South Side?

- Every Saturday morning.

- One of those mornings,

my dad and I were kicking
around the soccer ball.

And you managed
to coax him inside.

He hadn't been
to the doctor in years.

His blood pressure
was sky high.

You made him promise
to follow up with his GP.

They found
a pheochromocytoma

in his adrenal gland.

If you hadn't have gotten
that cuff on him...

- You give me
far too much credit.

- No.

Your clinic?
It saved a lot of lives.

- All praises go

to my Phyllis.

Phyllis gave up everything

so that she could help
build it with me.

I only wish I could've held up
my end of the bargain.

- What do you mean?

What you did for her,
it took courage--

- I was a coward!

I couldn't let her go

even when I knew it was time.

I guess this is my punishment--

My living without her.

- There you are.
- Hey.

- So has that "we'll see"
turned into a "yes" yet?

- I'm sorry, Crockett.

Um...

I don't think
tonight's gonna work.

- Did I do something wrong?

No.

- You sure?

'Cause now
I'm getting the distinct vibe

that you're blowing me off.

- No.
I'm sorry.

I don't mean it that way.

I think I just need
a little space

to think about some things.

- Okay.

- Will.

Great news.

I looked into Mr. Booker's
medical records,

and it turns out he's always
had high serum creatinine

but never showed any signs

of reduced kidney function
or disease.

- Yeah.

And it's part
of his natural physiology?

- Well, it's well-documented

that Black men often have
higher serum creatinine

even when their kidneys are
functioning perfectly normally.

Which means that
they shouldn't preclude him

from joining
the clinical trial.

You're not jumping for joy.

- Listen, April.

The exclusion criteria
aren't exactly flexible.

- Why not?

The criteria are designed
to protect the participants

and prevent
any adverse effects.

If Mr. Booker's kidneys
are functioning normally,

he shouldn't be
at any greater risk.

- Yes.

But it's also imperative
that every participant

meet the same qualifications.

You know, in order
to protect the data--

- Protect the data?

- Y--
- I'm sorry.

At whose expense?

Tell me,

what percentage
of your participants are Black?

- I don't have the numbers
offhand.

Um, you know,
I think around 3%.

- Only 3% because
of biases like this.

And yet we are 30% more likely

to die from heart failure.

- April, I'm sorry.

I just--I'm not sure
what you want me to do.

- Nothing, apparently.

Just like everyone else.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I'm texting my boyfriend.

He said it's so cool that
you're gonna help us out.

- Um, why don't you
take a seat?

- Okay.
- Okay.

So after getting back
your initial test results,

I'm afraid that, um...

birth control would not
be recommended for you.

- Why?

- You're pregnant.

- What?
I--

How could this happen?

Ryan and I only had sex once.
I--

- It's okay.
- There's gotta have been

some kind of mistake--
can you run the test again?

- I ran the test twice already,
okay?

It's possible that the condom
you used broke,

or maybe it wasn't
put on properly.

No, no, no.

- Anna.
Anna, look at me.

Hey.

This is a lot to absorb
on your own.

Now might be a good time
to loop in your mom and dad.

- No!

You cannot tell my parents.
- Listen.

I cannot and I won't

share any information
without your consent.

But I do want you
to seriously think about it.

- God.

- Look--there is some
information I wanna get you.

I'll try not to be too long,
okay?

- Hey.
How's Dr. Coleman?

I think he's ready
to be discharged.

- Nope.

What's the rush?

- Come on, Noah.
Don't make this personal, man.

- Personal?

- We still gotta take care
of Dr. Coleman's head lac.

- All right.

I'll let PD know he'll be
ready within the hour.

- Sorry, Noah, but it's out
of our control now.

- Dr. Marcel, everything okay?

- Yeah, um...

listen, let's, uh,

let's go ahead
and stitch him up now.

I've gotta head home.
Personal matter.

- If you need to go,
I've got Dr. Coleman.

- You sure?
- Of course.

- Thanks, brother.

- Draw up lidocaine with epi.

You know,
I need a bigger suture.

- I'll grab it.
- No, no.

I'll--I'll get it.
I know what I need.

I'll be right back.

- Okay.

- No, Dr. Coleman!

Ow!

Dr. Sexton!

I'm sorry.
He grabbed it before I could--

- What's going on?
- He's in V-fib.

No pulse.
- Doris, charge to 200.

- Noah, get on his chest.

What the hell happened?
- He grabbed a syringe.

Injected himself
with 10 CCs of lidocaine.

- Charged.

- Clear.

- He's asystolic.

- Amp of epi.
Resume CPR.

- Ethan.
- I said, "Resume CPR."

Where's that epi?
- It's coming.

Epi's in.

- Hold compressions.

- Come on.
It's time to call it.

- Time of death, 16:52.

.

- Walk me through it again
from the beginning.

- I told you.

I set down the syringe,
went to grab the suture,

and when I turned, he had--

- Set it down within arm's
reach of a suicidal patient,

a patient with
the medical knowledge

to know how to use it.

- It was a mistake.

You gotta write me up.

I get it.
Go ahead.

- I know you.

I taught you, Noah.

You don't make mistakes.

You sympathized
with Dr. Coleman,

didn't think we should
call the police.

You did this on purpose, man.
What were you thinking?

- Dr. Coleman
had the right to die

on his own terms, man.

Come on, Ethan.

You really think he deserved
to rot in prison?

- It doesn't matter
what I think.

- The minute you called
the police, you buried him.

- You think it was easy
for me to make that call?

- It sure seemed like it.
- Just stop, man.

This isn't about me
or Dr. Coleman anymore.

Don't you get that?

Now when the police
walk through that door...

I'm gonna have to tell 'em
what you did.

You got a second?

- Yeah.
Come in.

- Sharon, do you know
a good family attorney?

- Oh.

The mediation went that well,
huh?

- Afraid so.
- I'm sorry, Daniel.

But yes.
I actually do.

Peter Kalmick's husband.

- I really don't want to go
down this route,

you know, but, um...

- Well, you exhausted
all of your options.

You've gotta do
what you've gotta do.

- I remember when Anna--

when she first moved back
to Chicago,

you know, it took
a little adjusting.

- Hm.

- I mean, I don't need
to tell you

I can be a little set
in my ways.

- "Cemented" is the word
I'd use.

- Right. But now, you know,
when I have her,

it's like we found this little,
uh, this little routine.

- Mm.
- I pick up the takeout.

She sets the table.
- Mm.

- On rare occasion, even though
it can be like pulling teeth,

I actually get her
to tell me about her day.

- Now when I think back
to my old life...

- Mm.
Seems empty now.

- I don't even know what
I used to do with myself.

- I know a thing or two
about that.

- Yeah, I bet.

So who picks up the takeout?
You or Michael?

- I cook.
He does the dishes.

- Sounds like
a pretty nice setup.

Anyway, will you reach out
to Peter for me,

just give him my number?

- Sure thing.
- Okay, thank you.

- Hey, Doris.

It says on Mr. Booker's chart
that you gave him fluids?

- Yeah.
Dr. Halstead put in the order.

He said he suspected
dehydration.

- But his electrolytes
were normal.

- Mm.
- Okay.

- Oh, April.
Good.

I was just about
to come find you.

I retested Mr. Booker's
serum creatinine

since it was so close
to the cut-off.

- Yeah?

- And it turns out
the initial test was wrong.

He's within
the acceptable range.

He's gonna join the trial.

- You--

You gave him fluids
to dilute his creatinine.

You gamed the test.

- I know it's not the overall
fix you were looking for.

- It isn't.

- But with the next one,
we will get it right.

I promise you that.
- Thank you, Will.

- No.

Thank you.

Noah.
Noah, what's wrong?

- Yeah?
Oh, hey.

Maggie, Ben's on the line.

- Oh.
Okay.

I'll take it over here.

Hey, honey.

Oh, really?
That was fast.

Oh.

No, no, no, no.

No, I'll be fine.
I should get back to work.

Yeah.
Love you too.

- Bad news?

- Yeah. Yeah,

Auggie's Hereditary and Me
results.

They didn't turn up
any relatives.

- Oh, Mags.

You'll find a way.

You always do.

You're the strongest woman
I know.

- Would you stop?

I'm not invincible!

Or whatever it is
that you think.

- M--

- Ethan, you know the stakes
for Noah.

He could lose his residency,
his medical license,

maybe even face
criminal charges.

- Noah should've thought
about that before he acted.

- Even if he did
what you suspect,

what if he felt it was an act
of compassion?

It is not worth destroying

everything
that he has worked for,

everything you helped him
work for.

I understand.

He's put you
in an impossible position.

But...
- But what?

Lie to the police?

I can't.

- Please!
Please!

If you won't do it for him,
do it for me.

.

- All right;
seems like your team

did everything they could.

I got everything I need.

Anything else
I should know, Dr. Choi?

- No.

That's it, Kevin.

- Copy that.

Think we're good.

- You're fired for negligence.
- What?

- You won't get reported
to the medical board,

and you can file for a new
residency somewhere else.

- Ethan--
- Don't, don't.

- Just wait a second.
- Don't.

If it had been anyone else...

- Chocolate bar for dinner,
Dr. Charles?

- It's been that kind of day.

- You?

- Got some bad news.

- Sorry to hear that.

- But it's fine.

It's going to be fine.

Don't give me that look.

- What look?

- That thing we were
talking about this morning.

I think I wear my strength like

a badge of honor.

Something passed down to me.

- From--from your mother.

- And her mother.

And her mother's mother.

Navigating through this world
as a woman...

A Black woman...
- Mm.

- You get a thick skin.

- Necessary...armor.

- But it sometimes

also feels like
it's an expectation

that people have of me,

like I'm not allowed

to have a vulnerable moment.

- Heavy burden to carry, Mags.

- It's just--

It's just I don't--

I don't want
to let anybody down,

and I don't want to let
that little boy down.

I--

- I know.

- Noah, stop it.
Okay?

We will figure something out.

I'm gonna help you fight this.

This--
- No, you're not.

Because I'm not gonna fight it.
- Noah.

- I stand by what I did today,
April.

And if I have to go
up against Ethan,

I'll end up having to lie.

I don't wanna do that.

- You have worked so hard
to get here.

- Hey, hey.

Maybe a change of scenery
might be good for me.

And you.

Ever since we were kids,

you've always had my back,
April.

As long as I'm here,

you're always gonna
feel responsible for me.

- So what now?

- Remember Dr. Kantwell,
my med school advisor?

She always said
she could get me

into a residency program
at her hospital.

- Isn't she in Atlanta?

You're just gonna up and leave?
- I'll be back.

Maybe when I finish,

maybe I'll go work
for Coleman's clinic.

Try to pick up
where he left off.

- Okay.

I'm gonna miss you.

- I already miss you.

- Hey.

- I thought
I was picking you up.

- Uh, I-I got dropped off.
Listen.

Can--I really need to talk
to you about something.

- Yeah.
Sure.

Okay.

- Dan, hey, I hear you're
looking for

a child custody lawyer.

- N-uh--
I'll call you tomorrow, okay?

- Uh, yeah.
Sure.

Sorry.

- Sorry about that, honey.

So what do you wanna
talk about?

- Nothing.

- You sure?
- Yeah, no.

Uh...wasn't important.

- Well, let's get out of here.

- Yeah.

- Okay.
What are we doing, Mom?

- Michael, wait a second.
About this morning...

- Look, Ma.

I really don't wanna get
into it again.

I already said my piece.

- Yes, and I hear you.

- You do?
- Yes.

I still don't think it's
the best decision financially.

- Yeah, you made that
very clear.

- But the truth is

that wasn't
my primary objection.

Son, I--

I've gotten used
to having you around.

- Mom, I'm only moving
a few blocks away.

- I know.

But the thought of coming home
at night,

and you not being there...

- Is that what all this
is about?

You missing me?

Okay.
All right.

I'm gonna miss you too, Ma.

- Okay?

Hey.

Oh, come on.
Get off me.

- When I moved in, I swore
we were gonna kill each other.

But quarantining
with you hasn't been half-bad.

- You better not be a stranger.

- I'ma be by plenty.

You know you keeps
the good wine.

- That's right.
- Yeah!

- Take me home.
- All right.

- Natalie.
- Hi.

- Here.
Come in.

- Okay.

- Listen,
you should know that--

- No, before you say anything,

I just--

I wanted to say that earlier

when I said I needed space,
it wasn't about you.

I was so caught up in wondering

what people would think
about this--about us.

And...
I don't even know

what us is,

but, um, all I do know is

that, um, whatever this is,

I don't want it to end.

- Natalie, I don't--

- Sorry. I didn't know.

- The--Natalie, this is Claire,
my ex-wife.

I was trying to tell you.

- Hi.
- Nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.

- Uh, Claire, she sold her
house in New Orleans,

packed up a few things
she thought I might want.

Just came by to drop them off.

- I'm sorry.
I should've called, I--

- I was just getting ready
to leave.

- You don't have to leave.

- No, no.
It's okay.

I'll let you two...

I'll see you at work.

Bye.