Original subtitles

Previously on "New Amsterdam"...

As your new chair,

I will restore dignity to this department

by throwing away every last thing

that Dr. Kapoor has ever touched.

Chance, you are trying to fill a void in you,

but the way you're trying to fill it, it's not real.

I'm transferring you to another therapist

at another hospital.

Dr. Frome, no!

There's this, uh, record store in East Village.

Want to go Saturday and maybe grab dinner after?

I'm flattered, but...

Oh.

[mellow acoustic guitar]

♪

Oh, God.

Ah!

[grunts]

Leyla?

What happened?

Oh, okay.

Uh, how bad's the pain from one to ten?

[chuckles]

- Is that a smile? - Are you smiling?

I passed the medical board exam.

- What? - [chuckles]

I can train in the U.S. now.

You took the boards? But how?

You gave me a bed at the hospital

and then this.

I didn't have to worry about surviving.

I could study.

Leyla, that's amazing.

I'm so happy for you. I...

I should get some ice for this. Uh...

Lauren, because of you, I can be a doctor again.

♪

Uh...

I'm so sorry.

Yeah, no, no.

No, it was, uh, fine.

Um, totally fine.

Actually, I just remembered I've got to get to work early.

Okay, uh, well, look, I will see you later, okay?

[door closes]

♪

[knocking on door]

Oh, good. You're up.

Chop, chop, you'll be late for work.

Chop, chop, I'm working?

Yes, indeed, because I know someone

who knows someone who pulled some strings

and got you a job at...

New Amsterdam.

I don't want to work at New Amsterdam.

Yeah, that feeling usually goes away by lunch.

I'm a child.

Isn't it illegal to make a child work?

Well, it's no more illegal than letting her quit school.

I'll get dressed.

Good.

Think, um, public hospital chic.

Jane Munsee, history professor.

Her students brought her in with a massive DVT.

How's her recovery?

It would go a lot better if she weren't demanding

- to be discharged. - Uh, why exactly?

Something about imperialist crimes

against Native Americans.

Oh, that.

[indistinct chatter over PA]

Professor Munsee,

I am Max Goodwin, the medical director.

- Nice to meet you. - Please sign this so I can go.

Well, uh, the thing is

you have a pretty sizeable blood clot in your leg

and standing or walking or moving of any kind

could cause that blood clot to break free

and travel to your lungs,

and we need you on a heparin drip now

and here at New Amsterdam.

Those two words, Doctor, are exactly why

I need to leave.

New Amsterdam?

You know what New Amsterdam means to me?

Death, lies, the erasure of my people.

I see.

You mean when the Dutch colonized Manhattan.

Before this land was New Amsterdam,

It was Lenapehoking

the home of the Lenape people, my ancestors.

We were here long before the Dutch.

As long as the name New Amsterdam

is emblazoned on this building,

you're accepting, even celebrating

the destruction of indigenous lives.

Okay.

I hear you.

You don't want to stay here,

but right now you have a ticking time bomb

in your veins.

You need this heparin drip,

or you could die.

So tell you what,

if you think you can make up for 400 years

of crimes against Native Americans,

I'll stay here at New Amsterdam.

[dramatic music]

♪

[indistinct chatter over PA]

Give me your phone.

Girl, where I'm from,

jacking a phone gets people got.

A, I'm not people,

just a colleague here to edify your day.

So

Give me your phone.

B.

Uh, C, I made you... [cell phone beeps]

A playlist.

Text me when you get to track five.

[scoffs, chuckles]

- Dr. Frome? - Talk to you soon.

- Do you have a minute? - Yeah, of course.

I need to talk to you

about the new chair of neurology.

Dr. Lucille... Agnes, oh, my gosh, what a coup.

- How did you get her to join us? - That's the thing.

Is there any way that she could maybe unjoin us?

- Oh, that's just a formality. - Don't worry about that.

The board officially approves her tomorrow.

It's gonna be gravy, okay? And I got to tell you...

I didn't think anybody could do better than Vijay,

but you nailed it.

I'm thinking maybe I didn't nail it.

- You nailed it. Trust... - Oh, my gosh.

Hi, Dr. Romy Lucille, hi.

I'm honored. It's, uh...

You don't know who I am. I'm sorry.

I'm Dr. Iggy Frome, chair of behavioral health.

Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you.

Yeah, likewise, and, uh,

let me just say, I'm really looking forward

to working with you.

Dr. Kapoor and I...

We had a number of collaborations

going on here,

and I just can't wait to pick your brains about them.

- Oh, uh, fabulous. - [chuckles]

But, uh, if you'll excuse me, patients call.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, get in there, go.

Sorry. Look at you two.

Nice to meet you. Have a great day.

Can you please make sure I'm never alone

with that weirdo?

His breathing was bad last night

and even worse this morning.

He's a lymphoma survivor, an asthmatic,

but he's never been this bad.

Well, his COVID test was negative.

Niall, is the oxygen helping?

I'm pretty sure that's your call.

He never takes anything seriously.

That's why she loves me.

Do you know how he got these scratches on his hands?

Oh.

We went mushroom foraging yesterday.

[wheezing]

I'm gonna get my colleague to take a look at him.

Is that okay?

Shh, you're gonna be okay.

[indistinct chatter over PA]

Hey, uh, I got a patient in the procedure room...

Niall Fincannon.

He's got some pretty serious lung issues.

Lymphoma survivor. Girlfriend brought him in.

What did his chest X-ray say?

I'm looking for Niall Fincannon.

- Uh, Niall's my patient. - How can I help?

I'm his boyfriend.

Dr. Reynolds was just heading over there.

He can show you the way.

Follow me.

Michael.

[monitor beeping]

Hey, baby.

[quirky music]

♪

Uh, okay, that's great.

I bet you're all wondering why

I have called this emergency session.

That's okay. Don't worry about it.

Particularly because you don't have that authority.

Great, thank you for joining us, Karen.

So this morning I was challenged

to reckon with this hospital's past,

to do something about the crimes that were committed

on this very ground.

Lindsey, did you know that as Americans,

most of us live our lives on land that was taken

by brutal imperialistic violence.

I live in Hoboken.

Yeah, so I know there's not a lot that we can do

about our past,

but there is something that we can do

about our present.

We can honor the original people of Manhattan,

the original stewards of this land

that we are currently standing on...

The Lenape people.

Max, what in God's name are you talking about?

We're changing the name of this hospital.

Say goodbye to New Amsterdam

and welcome

to Lenapehoking.

.

[siren wailing in the distance]

Well, the good news is that it's pronounced

exactly like it's spelled.

I sincerely apologize for wasting your time.

This meeting's adjourned.

No, not adjourned.

Uh, Evan, Evan, did you know that New York

has a larger Native American population

- than any other city in America? - No.

No, no, so just imagine for a second

what it must feel like for our Native American patients.

I have a patient right now upstairs who is ready

to walk out these doors and die because of that name,

because it says to her that her history doesn't matter,

that she doesn't matter, but...

Evan, just listen.

A simple name change

could reckon with our past, rectify our present,

and cost us practically nothing.

Aside from decades

of carefully crafted branding efforts

and multimillion-dollar design campaigns,

New Amsterdam has been here for almost 300 years,

and it will be around for another 300.

The name stays.

Meeting adjourned.

Meeting's not adjourned, Karen.

We're gonna un-adjourn, guys.

We're re-adjourning, so everybody go ahead

and adjourn around the table.

Back me up. I need a little help.

I'm all alone here. I'm all alone here.

People who try to shame themselves into losing weight

are actually acting in direct conflict with their goal.

Harsh self-criticism triggers a flood of stress hormones,

like cortisol and adrenaline, that create anxiety

and can lead to emotional eating.

You get far better results with regular exercise,

a nutritious diet, and self-care.

You know what I mean?

Yeah, I do know what you mean.

Although I had to go to school for 13 years

to learn about it, but I do know what you mean.

Saffy, look at you. Look at this.

You don't even need me on this journey.

[chuckles] No, I don't.

What I need is your signature.

My signature,

for gastric bypass surgery?

Yep.

I'm a little lost here.

What about everything you just said?

It's all true, I guess.

It just doesn't work for me.

Dr. Frome

look at me.

I-I am.

Saffy, I am looking at you.

I'm looking right at you, and I see

an incredibly impressive,

beautiful young woman.

That's what I see. Gastric bypass surgery...

I get the allure, but it is not always effective.

It can be dangerous.

So I say we recommit. We stick with the plan.

- Six more months of exercise... - Come on!

And healthy eating.

Saffy, that's how we do this.

Dr. Frome...

[somber music]

I'm genetically predetermined to look this way.

♪

But I don't want to.

♪

I assume that you need my signature on this

because your parent refuses to sign it?

She refuses.

Yeah, that's because she loves you

and she wants you to be healthy.

No, my mother doesn't care what I eat.

She wants me to be fat.

[sighs]

He's a lymphoma survivor, but there's no lymphadenopathy

on his chest X-ray.

Uh, Michael mentioned that on their morning run,

Niall had to stop because of chest pain.

So cardiac ischemia?

Troponins are flat.

Oh, I also noticed that Niall had scratches on his hands.

Zara said the went mushroom foraging yesterday.

- Amanita mushroom poisoning? - You think?

It's an odd presentation, but that explains everything.

I'll get him started on treatment.

Uh, can I help you?

My boyfriend was brought in.

- Niall? - How'd you know?

Follow me.

[percussive music]

♪

Hi, hi.

♪

He's gonna need a bigger room.

Don't be such a square.

Right, your job, my dear, is to input these records

into the online database... All of them.

- This is from 1998. - Who would ever need this?

I'm glad you asked.

It's quite interesting, actually.

Extending the chronological span of our records

creates a researchable X axis of diagnoses across time...

- Did I die? - Sorry?

Am I in some kind of weird, boring hell?

A question working adults grapple with every day.

Uh, Helen, uh...

Oh, hi. Okay.

I just thought you should know that the board

is blocking my attempts to change New Amsterdam's name

- to Lenapehoking. - Shocking.

I know, I think I'm saying it right.

It's like "hawk." The Lenape-hawk-ing.

Is this is guy you were dating?

Mina, that is completely inappropriate.

Oh, no, that's fine,

because we're not dating, so, you know...

I mean, we never dated.

We just, uh, have spent time together.

We spend time together from time to time,

you know, as people do.

And I think that other people get ideas,

- and they talk... - Max.

Yeah, shut up. Idiot, sorry.

Real quick... Did you say "were dating"?

Does that mean you and Cassian are not dating now?

- Are you...? - You might be right.

- This may actually be hell. - Nice meeting you.

Let me rewind. I need your help.

If I can change this hospital's name,

then I can save my patient's life.

Max, I don't know what this is about,

and I don't want to ask,

but if you really want to change the hospital's name,

you're gonna need a lot more support than me.

[elevator bell dings]

Justice for Lenape! Justice!

- This is our land! - You're on stolen land!

- Put that camera away. - [elevator bell dings]

- Who's in charge here? - Hot white guy.

Karen, grab a Sharpie and some cardboard.

- What the hell is going on? - Well, first off, it's safe.

Everybody has been tested.

And, secondly, it looks like we are renaming New Amsterdam.

- These people are trespassing. - Get them out of here.

- Sorry, I can't do that. - Why the hell not?

Because this is their land and we're the ones trespassing.

.

How about a plaque commemorating

the Lenape people?

Look around, Karen.

This protest is filled with Native Americans,

all of whom are residents of this city.

They deserve to feel at home in their city's hospital,

and so does my patient.

Well, fine, a statue.

We'll take a wing.

Oh, look, here come the TV cameras.

[whispering] Damn it, Max.

[normal voice] You can rename this lobby.

[whispering] And that's my final offer.

- That's very generous of you. - You've just did a good thing.

Don't act so surprised.

- You're amazing. - [clears throat]

- [normal voice] - Thank you all for coming.

Excuse me.

Helen!

Romy.

We'll be really quick.

Dr. Kao and I wanted to fill you in

on some departmental changes.

- Is that right? - Mm-hmm.

As you know, our departments have

a lot of overlaps.

Yes, our support staff, for one.

Oh, exactly.

And I plan on downsizing the support staff

and uncoupling our budgets.

Uncoupling oncology and urology?

We share almost all of our equipment.

Dr. Sharpe's right.

Well, we're still share everything, Helen.

This is just on paper.

Okay, then, I look forward to seeing it.

And I look forward to seeing more of you.

[both chuckle derisively]

[indistinct chatter over PA]

If we uncouple out budgets but downsize support staff,

that means we get the savings on staff,

but oncology still foots the bill on equipment.

You're quick.

Oh, and maybe don't contradict me

when I'm talking to the other doctors, okay?

Gastric bypass surgery?

Saffy!

And you went behind my back?

And before you start, our numbers are stellar...

Cholesterol, blood sugar, all of it.

And do you tell him about the booty Zumba classes

I drive you to twice a week?

It's obviously not working.

Ms. Zaree,

Saffy says that she thinks you want her to stay fat.

Does that sound right to you?

Is that what you said?

[scoffs]

I spent years starving myself

hating myself.

And I raised Saffy to know that healthy and beautiful

can look a lot of different ways.

But here she is...

Falling right into that same trap.

You're going to sign the form, right?

Saffy...

I, uh...

I just... I can't help but wonder

if by signing off on the surgery,

I'm not just making the world a harder place for kids like you,

for kids like me,

like your mom.

She's here for you.

My dad, when I was your age, he taught me to hate my body.

I was ashamed of it.

He weighed me every day.

Why are we talking about you?

You're the therapist here. It's not my problem you're fat.

Saffy! You will not talk like that in this office.

And my mother's not supportive.

She just wants me to look like her

to make her feel like being fat is okay.

Being fat is okay.

[sighs]

Then why are you trying to lose weight?

We are not...

We're not here to talk about me, Saffy.

We're talking about you.

[dramatic music]

- [sniffles] - Well, I am talking about me,

and you're not listening.

♪ Mm, L.A.

♪

♪ Proved too much for the man ♪

♪ Too much for the man

♪ He couldn't make it

- Blasting music in the E.D. is a really great idea.

Ease of communication just doesn't matter here.

Sorry.

Hey, what do you think this song is really saying?

I think the title gets us most of the way there.

Yeah, but could it be something else?

Like... like a metaphor?

In other news,

Niall is now on treatment for Amanita mushroom poisoning,

and so far, so good.

I'm gonna go give his quad the update.

Do you think you could be in one of those, uh,

polyamorous relationships?

Okay.

You are in a really weird space,

and I like it on you.

Seriously, could you?

I think the jury is still out on me

and relationships in general.

You?

♪

There is no way

that I could share my person with someone else.

And what makes a person yours to share anyway?

I don't know.

It just seems wrong to me, like, morally.

Morally, okay.

Not every relationship has to look like yours and Evie's.

Oh, I think it's better if they don't.

♪

It's hard to find a person, period

let alone share them.

Yeah.

Especially people our age, you know?

With all this

history.

History isn't always a bad thing.

[alarm blaring]

- What's happening? - O-2 sats are dropping.

All right, we need to intubate.

Which one of you is his medical proxy?

- Uh... - Um...

Okay, I need to do a lung biopsy now.

Who can legally sign off on that?

His wife.

- He's married? - To someone else?

Don't bring Tweetie into this.

Tweetie?

Maggie. She left him when he came out to her as bi.

- She broke his heart. - They haven't spoken in years.

Listen to me... Niall could die if we don't figure out

what's really happening, all right?

Now, whose got the wife's number?

[blaring continues]

[hums happily]

It is amazing

what a group of students and protesters

and an impending TV spectacle can do.

Professor Munsee, we are naming the lobby

for the Lenape people.

The Lenape legacy will live on.

Hold it.

Hold it?

The Lenape legacy?

The Lenape are not extinct, Dr. Goodwin,

nor do we intend to be.

Does your sign improve.

Native American access to healthcare?

Does it address tribal health disparities?

[exhales deeply]

This hospital has a long way to go

to earn the trust of patients like me.

Professor Munsee

please...

Just let me treat the clot in your leg.

That's the only thing I know for certain I can fix.

So rarely does someone

in a position of power try to make change.

So why would I let you stop now?

[warm music]

♪

Because you could die while I'm trying.

♪

Dying for change...

I couldn't think of a better legacy.

♪

.

Uh, Lauren, sorry to interrupt.

I have a potentially loaded

and inappropriate question for you.

Should I leave?

No, it's fine. He knows.

- He does? - I do?

Yes, Floyd and I used to hook up,

but we have no problem working together,

and, in fact, our relationship has never been better.

That's not, uh...

Anyway, I have a patient upstairs right now

that I think would like to be treated

by a Native American doctor,

but I'm having some trouble tracking one down.

- "Tracking one down"? - No, see? So many landmines.

I don't know how to ask

if someone is Native American or not.

Yeah, you absolutely shouldn't.

Yeah, don't do that.

Yeah, but it would...

I'm trying to save my patient's life.

She won't let me put her on a heparin drip,

but the more I think about it, the more I realize she's right.

- Why should she trust me? - Because you're a doctor.

American doctors and Native American patients,

not the easiest history,

but if I can find someone to convince her

to get on that drip, then I can keep her alive.

Okay, so what do you need me for?

Because I may have heard a long time ago a little rumor

that you were maybe a quarter something.

"Shmative Shmishmerican."

No way this ends well for you.

[sighs]

Wrong kind of Indian, but I did do ayahuasca once.

Does that count?

Nope.

Seriously?

Nope, but some people think I look like Cher.

I'm Jewish.

Mazel tov.

You knew about this, didn't you?

Oh, boy.

Your new rock star chair has orchestrated

a little reorg that's gonna suck the funding

out of oncology and stick us with the bill

for operational costs.

Dr. Sharpe, I wasn't in on this, I promise.

[sighs] But I know she's been sucking money

out of other departments and out of patients

who don't have much to give,

and I know that's not what we do here.

Agnes, you need to get rid of her

before she systematically dismantles

every other department in this hospital.

I agree, but the board loves her.

Can't you fire her?

- You're deputy medical director. - Not anymore.

I never should have hired her.

Wait, you hired her?

Were you even on the search committee?

No.

No.

No, I wasn't.

[dramatic music]

♪

[sighs] Maggie McGuire?

- Hi, I'm Dr. Reynolds. - How is he?

Well, Niall's lung biopsy shows

interstitial pneumonitis,

and we're not sure what's causing it,

but his lungs are enflamed,

and they're getting worse by the second.

We'd love to be a part of your private conversation

since the three of us are still actually

in a relationship with him.

Okay, I'm sorry,

but legally speaking, Maggie is the only person here

who has a say in Niall's...

It's pretty insulting for you cut us out like this,

when we're the ones who've been here all day

worrying about him.

All right, I'm gonna have to ask you all to leave.

Dr. Reynolds, they can stay.

I know none of you think much of me,

and I still don't understand

this relationship of yours.

But I'm here now...

♪

Because I still love him.

♪

Maggie, your hand.

♪

- African Greys... - [chuckles]

My parrots.

- You have parrots? - Yes.

Quite a few.

♪

I'm sorry I yelled at you, Dr. Frome,

and called you fat in a negative way.

I shouldn't have done that.

Apology accepted.

And I feel like I should apologize

because I brought my issue into the discussion,

and that wasn't okay.

Apology accepted.

And I'm going to go ahead and let Saffy

go through with the gastric bypass.

I mean, what...

Are we sure that's a good idea?

I've chosen to love my body as it is,

but I can't impose that choice on Saffy.

I need to respect her right to determine

what happens to her body.

Yeah, well, look, look, you know,

there are a lot of steps that we can take

before we just jump into a drastic surgery.

- You mean like therapy? - Yeah, exactly like therapy.

Saffy is young.

We have a really good shot

at getting you somewhere great mentally and physically.

You think therapy is gonna make me happy?

My mom thinks radical self-acceptance is the answer,

and isn't surgery an answer, too?

It's a risky one

one that could be a mistake,

a mistake that you cannot take back.

- Well... - [pen scratching]

It's Saffy's mistake to make, Dr. Frome.

[sighs]

Well, guys, guys, I'm, uh...

I'm not used to my sessions ending like this. Saffy...

You mean with your suggestions being ignored?

Yeah, yeah, exactly.

You know, I feel like I've...

I did a disservice to you somewhere along the way.

I hijacked your issue,

I totally made it about myself,

and, um, I'm doing that right now, aren't I?

Yeah.

I just feel like I failed...

I failed you.

Sometimes you just have to own it.

I whiffed it.

You whiffed it.

Yeah.

[soft music]

[elevator bell dings]

Dr. Goodwin, how's Professor Jane doing?

Still refusing treatment.

Nothing I've tried has changed her mind.

- Sounds about right. - Professor Jane's relentless.

I even tried reaching out to Native American personnel

- here at the hospital. - And how did that go?

Well, we don't have any Native American personnel

- here at the hospital. - And you're surprised by this?

To be honest, Doc, I've never seen

a Native doctor either.

Back in high school, I told my guidance counselor

I was interested in medical school.

He handed me a flyer for landscape design.

Of course he did.

And even if med school felt like an option,

even if you did get in, it's expensive, you know.

Who's gonna ask their family to go into more debt?

- Cool sign, though. - [elevator bell dings]

[sighs]

[pager vibrating]

Uh, it's Jane.

♪

O sat's below 80, and her heart rate's rising.

- Clot's moved to her lungs... - We need to get her

to the operating room right now.

Wait, wait.

[alarm blaring]

You're going to save her, right?

She was ready to die for this.

[dramatic music]

If you don't save her, you'll fail us again.

♪

.

Why are you standing there?

I need to tell you something.

[dramatic music]

♪

I really looked up to you,

but if modernizing means milking patients

for all they're worth,

rushing them out of consults and into admissions,

and if it means fleecing other departments

out of their budgets

then I'm not sure you belong here.

And Dr. Kapoor may have been old-fashioned,

but his methods are not a joke.

They were hopeful and compassionate,

whereas yours are heartless, cold, and manipulative.

All right, get to the point.

You're fired.

[laughing]

That's kind of funny. I didn't know you were funny.

No.

I'm not funny.

You're fired.

I'm firing you.

Well, I'm sorry, Agnes, but I don't think

you have the authority.

Well, that's the thing.

I didn't have the authority to hire you either

or even recommend you to the board,

which means that I am still the interim chair of neurology,

and as the interim chair of neurology,

I am terminating your interim employment.

You can leave your keys and I.D. badge

with security on your way out.

Oh.

♪

[monitor beeping]

How are you feeling?

[inhales deeply] Yeah.

Fantastic.

Thanks.

You have psittacosis, Niall

also known as parrot fever.

Maggie.

Maggie, indeed.

Oh, God.

They won't be happy.

And we haven't even done anything, Maggie and me.

Just talked.

Well...

I thought polyamory was all about freedom

letting people be themselves.

You know, I spent years putting labels on myself,

monogamous, polyamorous,

bisexual, but now...

I want those three beautiful beings out there...

And I want Maggie.

I can't apologize for that,

but I also can't find a label for it.

And you feel like you need a label

to explain what you want?

It's terrifying to ask for something

when you can't put a name to it,

but there you go.

I'm a greedy bastard.

I want them all.

♪

I love them all.

Just don't know what to tell them.

♪

I think you tell them that.

♪

- Hi. - Hi.

- How are you feeling? - Okay.

- Hi, baby. - Hey.

[all chuckling]

♪

Hi, Professor Jane.

♪

Why am I still here?

That blood clot in your leg broke free

and traveled to your lungs.

We had to do a pulmonary artery embolectomy

to get it out.

[sighs]

It was clear to me, to all of us,

that your life mattered more than your death.

You really don't listen, do you?

400 years, they mean nothing to you?

I can't make up for what this country did

to you and your family,

but after listening to your students...

I think I may have found a way forward.

Have you heard

of the Jane Munsee Medical Pathways Program?

No.

Well, that makes sense.

I just came up with it about an hour ago.

It's this amazing new program that gives.

Native American students shadowing programs

and scholarships and test prep courses

and a direct pipeline into the medical profession.

And the way the new students pay it forward

is by giving back,

mentoring local and tribal schools.

A living, breathing new wave

of Native American doctors.

Like me?

Like you.

Well...

[uplifting music]

It's a start.

♪

Start.

It's a good start.

♪

I'm so glad I was here to see it.

♪

Me too.

[rock music]

♪ Take a load for free

- Hmm. - Oh, sorry.

You got it?

♪ Yeah, hey, hey

♪ Yeah

♪ Put the load on me

♪

♪ Picked up my bag

♪ I went looking for a place to hide ♪

♪ When I saw Carmen and the Devil ♪

♪ Walking side by side

♪ I said "Hey, Carmen",

♪ Come on, let's go downtown" ♪

♪ She said, "I gotta go"

♪ But my friend can stick around" ♪

♪ Take a load off, Fanny

I'm sorry your day was so weird.

- Oh, so weird. - [chuckles]

So weird. I whiffed it.

- Their words, not mine. - Oof.

Yeah.

What about you? How's yours?

Uh, I had a tremendous breakthrough

with a new patient.

He's a combat vet, so you can imagine the PTSD.

- Mm. - But he wants to get better.

In fact, I'm seeing him tomorrow.

Is that his hat?

Oh, uh, he left his hat in my office.

His name wouldn't happen to be Chance Becker, would it?

[suspenseful music]

Uh, yeah, how'd you know?

♪

I do hope you've made some progress.

I...

I did with most of them, I promise.

Mina?

These are all people.

Each one.

This is a long file.

I knew her...

[voice breaking] For years.

I knew her children.

[sniffles]

She died.

She just died.

There's a drawer over there for inactive files.

You mean dead people.

Yes.

How do you do this every day?

Don't you get sad?

It's part of being a doctor.

I just have to put some things away.

Well, I don't want to do that.

I don't want to forget!

I can't!

[sniffles]

Mina...

I'm so stupid!

Coming here to you,

I thought it would make things better,

but nothing gets better!

It's just worse!

Every day it gets worse!

[sobbing] My baba is gone.

Mina.

Mina...

[sniffles, crying]

My baba is gone.

Come here.

[soft music]

[sobbing]

♪

[door closes]

♪

You know, if you keep taking my spot up here,

I don't know where I'm gonna solve

all the world's problems.

So you didn't change the name

- of the hospital, I take it. - Surprisingly, no.

How'd you do?

Well...

[sighs] I traumatized a child.

♪

Makes you feel any better,

I'll probably do that when I get home.

♪

I stupidly brought her into the hospital,

not realizing that

being here, the illness, the death,

it would take her right back to losing her father.

I should have seen it coming. I should have...

I should have protected her.

I don't think we can protect our kids

from that kind of pain.

[sighs]

I couldn't.

♪

But it helps not to be alone.

♪

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I'm sorry about Cassian.

♪

I don't know what to... say.

I mean, we never talk about it.

♪

Max...

Yeah?

♪

What you said earlier...

What... what did I say?

♪

I'm really glad that we're friends.

♪

Me too.

♪

What are you doing?

I have been packing and unpacking all day.

- Oh, come on. - But I decided I'm leaving.

No, come on, don't do this.

I am so sorry for this morning.

- No, no, don't be. - I made you run out of here...

- Your own house. - No.

I made you feel...

Surprised, okay?

♪

[sighs] I was just surprised.

♪

What, that I like you?

No.

[sighs]

I'm just surprised that

it felt normal.

♪

I'm not used to normal,

or real.

♪

[chuckles]

You think

this is real?

♪

I've been thinking about you all day.

♪

And I don't think that you should walk out that door.

Why not?

♪

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