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- Is that normal?

[intense music]

Okay, what does that mean? - What does what mean?

[sighs]

- You're sure, Doctor?

♪

Okay.

♪

Thank you, Suzanne. - What did she say?

- A lot of things.

- Okay, like...?

- The placenta previa resolved.

- It resolved? - It corrected itself.

- It corrected itself?

- I can have a natural childbirth.

You don't have to repeat that part.

- This is amazing. - [laughing]

- Oh, my goodness, the baby.

Sorry, I just--we're gonna have a birth right now.

- There's more. - There's more?

- I am no longer chained to that hateful bed.

- Hate that bed. I think we should celebrate.

I think we should rent a boat on the Hudson.

I think we should go skiing in the Alps.

I think we should just hike a mountain.

- Or we could just go for dinner.

- Yeah.

Well, then would you maybe...

join me for dinner tonight?

- Are you asking me on a date, Max Goodwin?

- Yes, I am, Georgia Goodwin.

No, um...

[chuckles] Crap, I can't.

I have the fund-raiser for the hospital.

- Ouch.

Your favorite. - Hmm.

This weekend?

Maybe?

- This weekend.

Definitely.

[upbeat music]

♪

- You're in a good mood. - It's a good news kind of day.

- [laughs] Let me guess--

getting ready for tonight's schmooze-fest.

- Georgia's off bed rest. The baby is healthy.

We are gonna start dating again.

- [laughs]

- I know the order of that's a little weird,

but, uh, I'm excited.

- You--you still haven't told her.

- [scoffs] You know, it just--

it wasn't the right moment.

- There's never a right moment

to tell someone you have cancer.

Just tell them.

- Can't she just have one day without worrying about someone?

About me, about the baby?

Just one day.

- You swore that you would tell her

once she was out of the woods.

She's out.

- I can't tell her today.

You know why?

- 'Cause it's "a good news kind of day."

- Took the words right out of my mouth.

- Yeah, my parents-- they're not even coming

to see me or the kids.

They just happen to be in town for their annual binge

of Broadway musicals that I will never be able to afford.

Waitress, right orchestra.

- But you invited them for the fund-raiser.

- I did, yeah.

Yeah, I mean, my-- my oldest, Sameera, has no idea

there's any tension-- as it should be--

and she just, like, loves my parents, you know?

And I guess...

I want them to love her, too, and her brothers.

You know, when we first brought them back

from Bangladesh, they just happened

to be in town again for "Hamilton"--

center orchestra.

Thank you very much, Pop.

But I've gotten over that. - Clearly.

- You know, then we rode the paddleboats

in Central Park. - The ones shaped like swans?

- Yeah, exactly those ones.

And now Sameera is obsessed with swans.

She even learned how to make

those little swan napkins for them.

Hey, uh, she can make you one tonight, if you ask her.

- Oh.

Uh, not this year, my friend. - Really? Why?

Last year you said you wished you'd gone.

- I'm not ready.

- Okay, I understand.

In that case, you should really consider giving

those tickets to somebody, 'cause some of your residents

would just kill to be at that thing.

- That's not a bad idea. - I know, thank you.

Okay, that's it.

I'll send you my bill.

- Whoa, whoa, Nelly!

I mean, uh, I prefer coffee.

- It's hMG.

- Wow.

So you're, uh-- - Trying, yes.

- Have you already picked out a donor?

Follow-up question-- is he ripped?

- [laughs] Hardly.

I'm just trying to trick my stupid body

into producing eggs.

- Well...

I'm really proud of you,

you know...

for trying.

- Can you believe that I'm considered geriatric?

- You want a hand with that?

I mean, 'cause you're so old and all.

- [chuckles]

Thank you.

[grunts]

[both chuckle]

- Oh, bonjour from Pan de Vie.

You can just, um, swipe.

Bonjourfrom Pain de Vie.

- "Bonjour"?

- It's a new thing they're making us say.

It's so dorky. [chuckles]

Uh, you want your usual? - Yeah.

- Okay.

- Ella. - Oui?

- The hospital fund-raiser is this evening,

and I have two tickets.

- Oh, wow, uh--

- I thought if you wished to go...

- Yeah, uh, that would be really nice.

Thank you. - No, no.

- I'll meet you in the lobby when I get off.

Bonjourfrom Pain de Vie.

- [stammering] - Two tall cappuccinos.

- You can swipe.

- I can't believe you're actually going

to this thing tonight.

All it's gonna be is stuffy donors

acting stuffy and boring.

- Did I mention the full bar? - Oh, I'm so jealous.

- I don't think you fully grasp what just happened.

- What'd you bring us? - Car crash.

Dan Marken, 66-year-old male.

Stable vitals with an arm laceration.

- Christopher Marken, VSS.

42 years old with single-leg crush injury.

- Okay, put them in bays 29 and 30.

- I was trying to save our lives.

Car made a crazy left. - You made a crazy right.

- There's no such thing as a crazy right.

You're not crossing traffic lines.

It's not my fault no one uses their blinkers anymore.

- No, it's your fault-- - Looks like you're gonna have

as much fun as I am tonight. - I hate you.

[pager beeping]

- [sighs] Damn it.

- Slow down.

[alarm blaring] - I'm on the Code Team.

- Rules are rules. Empty your pockets.

Phones, pagers... - Someone is dying in there.

- He's over here.

- Guy just dropped like a sack of potatoes.

- Status, Hedera? - Manny Harris.

Shallow to no breathing. No pulse.

Chest compression for three minutes.

- Paddles. [paddles whirring]

Charge to 200.

Clear.

[flatline]

Going again. [paddles whirring]

Clear.

[monitor beeping]

He's back.

It's faint, but he's back.

[beeping continues]

[dramatic music]

♪

Did he complain about anything before he collapsed?

- No.

Hey, Jeffers, did he say anything to you?

- No, nothing.

♪

- Across, under, and through.

- Always been more of a scrubs and sneakers kind of guy.

- Well, listen, Max, I need to talk to you about tonight.

- I think I have all the salient details.

Schmooze donors, get money, uh, hospital keeps running.

- So this whole evening is about you.

You're the face of this hospital now,

and the donors are gonna look to you

to see that you have plans for fiscal responsibility.

So you need to assure them

that this hospital is a good investment.

- Fiscal thing is really not my strong suit.

I prefer to talk about the patients.

- And does that work?

- Not really, no.

- How in God's name did you ever raise money in Chinatown?

- I had a secret weapon.

- Really?

Well, dust it off, kid, because you're gonna need it tonight.

- [chuckles] I'll do my best.

- Let me put this to you

a different way, Max.

Our last medical director raised...

$3.4 million on his first fund-raiser.

- Big shoes.

- And we fired him.

[upbeat jazz music]

- Hey.

Did you, uh, get that blood work I sent over

for Manny Harris in the Corrections Ward?

- Oh, I saw it, all right.

- Well, I was hoping to get your professional opinion.

- My professional opinion? - Yeah.

- Well, my professional opinion

is that anybody in this hospital

could have read those labs, and you only sent it to me

in a pathetic and poorly veiled attempt

to make amends for insulting my abilities as a doctor.

- You're right.

- I know I'm right. - [sighs]

- Just didn't think that you knew I was right.

- All right, look, I'm sorry, all right?

I am.

You're an exceptional doctor, all right?

One of the best I've ever worked with.

In fact, I'll never question your judgment again.

Look, I owe you a bottle of scotch

just for putting up with me, okay?

All right, now this is where you forgive me.

- Fine, whatever.

As for your prisoner's labs, the only thing of note

was that he tested positive for Special K.

- Ketamine. Wow.

He OD'd, huh? - Yep.

But when I admitted him a week ago,

he was clean as a whistle, so...

- He got the K in here.

- Looks like someone's smuggling drugs

into our Corrections Ward.

Hey, you and the kids got this?

I need to get all dolled up. - Yeah, yeah.

Get out of here. - Drive safe, boys.

- Hey, genius, what do you got planned for us next year?

What, are we gonna get our appendix removed?

- I don't think we should go on these trips anymore, Dad.

Clearly you're getting too old.

- Says the man in the wheelchair.

- [gasps] - Chris? Chris?

What--what's wrong? - [gasping]

- Bloom, get back here!

- What happened? - He just started seizing.

- Move that wheelchair! I need Ativan, now!

- [grunting]

[dramatic music]

- I got his head. - I got him!

- Bloom. - What?

- Grab his legs. - [choking]

♪

.

[indistinct chatter]

- So...

Hey. - Hey.

- You ready to raise some money?

- Absolutely. You know, I was, uh,

just about to chat up, uh, this man.

Looks like he has about 14 yachts.

- That's the caterer.

- I meant, uh, the guy next to him.

- Andrew Nomura. - Yeah.

- Hedge fund. - Mm-hmm.

- $1.2 billion. - Ooh, is that all?

- Max, when you go up-- - I got this.

I do.

[breathes deeply, clears throat]

Hi.

- You must be the new medical director.

- It's nice to meet you. Thank you for coming.

Um, I need to tell you about a patient.

Um...

But, uh, sorry.

I need to--excuse me.

- I thought I'd surprise you.

- You look amazing.

- I'm celebrating. - Hmm.

- With you.

[chuckles]

- Just like old times. - Mm-hmm.

Except tonight we won't be having sex in the coat room.

- Says you.

- What are the odds of both men seizing

within minutes of each other? - Quite low.

- I bet a seizure is why the dad lost control

of the car. - CTs?

- Well, they look normal, but the CSF

and the lumbar puncture showed white and red cells for both.

I thought a hematologist should take a closer look.

- It could be infection. - Or exposure.

- Which is why I paged you both.

And I believe in my heart of hearts that you guys

are gonna figure it out. - "You guys"?

- I am late for a fund-raiser, Doctor.

- Oh, that.

- Guess who apologized.

- No.

- It was a sincere one, too-- really gushy.

- How'd you feel about that?

- I don't know.

I mean, it was definitely easier getting over him

when he was being a dick. - [chuckles]

- Hey, you gonna come tonight? - Um, I don't know.

We'll see. - Come.

Well, you deserve to have some fun.

- [scoffs]

- Because of your unusual symptoms,

it would be helpful to know exactly where have you been

and whom you have come in contact with.

- Well, like I said, we've been outside the country.

- Begged to go to Hawaii,

but my son insisted on northern Canada.

- We take a father-son adventure

every year since my mom died.

Every year he complains.

- Have you ever tried moose jerky?

- I wanted to see the glaciers.

- Yeah, what's left of them-- the snow was so wet,

it was like trudging through a Slurpee.

- They don't appear to understand the severity

of their current situation.

- Good, let's keep it that way.

- I believe this is Naegleriasis.

- Mm, but there was no warm water for swimming up there.

An arbovirus is more likely

if there were mosquitoes around.

- Perhaps we should test them for rabies.

If they slept in a room with a bat...

- If they'd slept in a room with a bat,

I'm confident we'd have heard about it.

- So we do a full panel? - Yeah.

[monitor beeping] - Hey, wake up.

You could have died today, Manny.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

I know it's rough in here,

but you using like this, it could kill you.

- What are you talking about?

- Come on. The Special K you're using.

- "Special K"?

No, man. I don't do that stuff.

- Well, your blood work says otherwise, my friend.

- I said I don't do that.

I'm just trying to do my bid and get my ass up out of here.

- Explain this.

Come on, man, that's a new injection site...

from shooting up.

- I ain't do nothing wrong.

I ain't even start it.

- What do you mean? Start what?

- The fight.

Guy came at me.

[beeping continues]

Things popped off...

then she stepped in.

- She did this to you?

- Yeah, so?

- She can't do that.

Why didn't you say anything?

- To who?

Who cares about what happens to us?

- Mom, I'm not gonna sit here and pretend that this is okay.

Well, I'm sorry you feel that way.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, bye.

[sighs] - Boo!

- Oh, my gosh! Hi.

Hi, my little meerkat.

How you doing? Hi.

- She remembered every hallway, every turn.

I couldn't keep up. - Wow, amazing.

You look nice. - Mm, you look nice yourself.

- Thank you.

So is everybody sad they have to stay at home

with Jessie? - They're watching a movie.

- They're missing out. - Come on, let's go.

What if Grandpa and Grandma are already there?

- Been talking about them the whole way here.

- Yeah, about that, um... - About what?

- Hey, relax.

Tonight's gonna be great. You'll see.

- Yeah, okay.

- I have made myself perfectly clear.

The tickets were for her.

- I honestly don't see how you could have

accidentally asked this poor girl out on a date.

- But she accepted. - Of course she did.

She was trapped behind a croissant counter.

- So what do I do?

- "Do"?

You can't do anything. It's a disaster.

Avoid her until you die. - Dr. Kapoor, Dr. Sharpe.

The Markens have been moved into isolation,

and here are their test results.

- Could you get us hard copies? - Printers are down.

- Get IT on those printers and find us another tablet, please.

[dramatic music]

- It's not Naegleriasis or botulism.

♪

- It's not anything.

All their tests are clean.

But something's wrong with them.

- There's one possibility we have not yet considered.

♪

[cheers and applause]

- Good evening.

Uh, I'm Dr. Max Goodwin,

Medical Director of New Amsterdam,

and I need to fill this, uh,

weird thermometer thing behind me

with, uh, your money. [laughter]

Um, I need to tell you about a patient...

and--and why she matters to us

and why she should matter to, um...

um...

to you.

[stammering] You can look forward to that

and--and much, much more.

uh, just a few minutes,

Just, um, please enjoy the free champagne.

[audience murmuring]

I'm not busy or anything.

- We have two patients in isolation

who are exhibiting identical symptoms.

They recently returned from hiking the Canadian Rockies.

- On melting permafrost.

- We have tested them for every known disease,

but nothing has come back positive.

What's more, their condition is only getting worse.

- Their BPs are falling, and their fevers are spiking.

- As more and more ice thaws,

long-dormant pathogens are waking up.

- Are you telling me there may be some ancient disease

floating around our hospital?

- Yes, we are. - Yeah, that's about right.

.

- Look, I'm not saying it isn't some ancient pathogen

that we've never heard of, can't test for,

and couldn't possibly treat.

I am simply suggesting that we should focus

on other diseases that we could actually, you know, cure.

- We've been through it, Max. - Vasculitis?

- Their kidney function's fine. - Carbon monoxide.

- Wouldn't account for the seizures.

- Marantic endocarditis.

- We'd have seen thrombotic vegetations in the CTs.

- [sighs]

[dramatic music]

[no audible dialogue]

Mercury poisoning?

I read the Arctic permafrost has something like

20 swimming pools of pure mercury.

- The more the ice melts, the more mercury

is released into the ecosystem.

Our patients hike through, absorb it...

- It would indeed fit the symptoms.

- We'll work up a treatment of dimercaprol right away.

- Great, and while you two are here heroically saving lives,

I will be charming rich people out of their money.

- ♪ I was left there in the dark ♪

♪ Blinded by your glowing light ♪

- That is quite the dress.

- Oh, thank you.

Uh, it is my response to wearing formal scrubs

for eight weeks straight. - [laughs]

- How are you, Evie? - Hi.

Oh, crap. I owe you a call, don't I?

- Oh, we were supposed to grab lunch six months ago.

- I'm so sorry.

Well, how are things upstairs? - It's good.

Just trying to keep you troublemakers

out of trouble with my bright legal mind.

- Yeah, and how's Robert? - Ugh.

That man couldn't handle anything real.

- Mm. - He couldn't handle a strong,

intelligent woman, so he's black history.

[both laughing]

I'm so happy I ran into you. The legal department is--

- Okay, I'm gonna stop you there. Count me in.

But I need to cram at least two drinks into my system

so I can't get called into work, and you're gonna join me.

- Absolutely.

- And he wanted you to know that he's sorry.

He's just...

curing an ancient disease.

And, yes, I do know how that sounds.

[band vocalizing]

♪

♪ Bring the beat in

- Excuse me. Were you with The Elizabeth Mills Company?

- That's right, I was. I am.

- I saw you perform at BAM.

That was extraordinary, and you were wonderful.

- Thank you.

I, uh--I can't wait to get back.

- Forgive me, I was just gonna borrow this young lady

for a quick boogie.

- ♪ I'm knowing no pain

- Max. - Mm-hmm.

- Do you know who that was? - Andrew Nomura?

Worth only $1.2 billion?

- Mm-hmm.

If you want this night to be a success,

you should really be dancing with him right now.

- Mm. [clicks tongue]

You know what? I'll ask him to do the Funky Chicken

right after I'm through with you.

- Can I cut in?

- ♪ Fight through my tears

- This had better be good.

- So you're saying my guards are tranquilizing prisoners?

- Not all of them, Gloria.

Just the newest recruit. - Codie Jeffers.

I believe she used ketamine to sedate a guy

she felt was acting up.

Now, in an untrained hand, that's potentially lethal.

- That's a serious accusation, Max.

- We wouldn't be bringing it to you otherwise, Warden.

- Our floor isn't a cake-walk but all of my guards

are thoroughly vetted.

- I'm sure, but that doesn't mean that a bad apple

won't slip through from time to time.

- You can't expect me to go on the hearsay of one prisoner.

Is there proof?

- Look, no, but this patient was telling the truth.

- I'm sorry, but Rikers is filled

with incredibly good liars.

- Look, he's not lying. - Okay, okay.

The only way that we're gonna solve this problem

is if we work together, because the hospital and Rikers

are in a symbiotic relationship.

So we just want to support you in correcting this.

- "Support me"?

I'll run my prison. You run your hospital.

- Thank you, Warden.

- I don't understand--you think we have mercury poisoning?

- Confirmatory tests would take weeks...

weeks you don't have.

We're acting now to give you the best chance for survival.

- We want to treat you with an agent called BAL.

It binds to the mercury and strips it out of your body.

- What if we don't have mercury poisoning?

- Then it bonds to the proteins in your blood

and strips them instead...

which is why we'd like to start by treating only one of you...

to see how you respond.

[dramatic music]

- I'll go.

♪

I'll go.

You do me. - Dad, wait--

- No.

I'm older. I'm your father.

And if something were to go wrong...

- Unfortunately, we're gonna need

to start with Christopher.

He's younger.

His system can better handle the harsh side effects.

♪

- It's okay, Dad.

I got this.

♪

- ♪ No one can tell you

- Are they stuck in traffic or what?

- Yeah, that's probably it, hon.

That one looks really good, by the way.

- Nuh-uh. It has to be perfect.

Can I get some more napkins? - Sure, honey.

- Careful.

- ♪ Take off your armor

- Iggy, what's going on?

- They bailed. - [sighs] No.

- Yeah.

Yeah, last-minute plans with old friends.

Decided it would be best not to give us the wrong idea.

Direct quote. - Unbelievable.

♪

Why didn't you just tell her?

- When?

How?

I don't even know what to say.

- The truth would be a good start.

♪

- "The truth"?

That two gay dads and their Muslim kids

aren't worthy of love?

♪

She's already had one family taken away from her.

♪

[suspenseful music]

♪

- [gasps] [monitor blaring]

- Hey, Christopher! - [choking]

- What's happened to my boy? - [choking]

[blaring continues]

- BP's bottoming out. - Heart rate's climbing.

Blood in the urine. - His kidneys are failing.

- What's happening to my boy?

- BAL is tearing through his body.

Pass me the Ambu bag. - [choking]

- It should have been me.

- [choking] - It's not mercury.

- It should have been me! I told you!

You should have tested it on me!

.

- Is he gonna be all right?

- We are in uncharted waters here, Mr. Merken.

- But--but you have to be able to do something, right?

- Your son's reaction to the BAL has provided us

with invaluable information.

- Information we will use to seek out...

Another diagnosis.

- So you really have no idea what we have or how to cure it.

[monitor beeping, respirator whirring]

- No.

- [sighs]

[breathing shakily]

Every year, um, we...

Take these adventures together, and, uh...

[somber music]

And I complain, and...

Chris complains that I complain.

♪

But the truth is, is that...

♪

I look forward to these trips

more than anything in the world.

♪

Now that he's grown, I...

that's all...

that's the only time that I have with him.

♪

We don't get enough time.

♪

We just don't get enough time with our kids.

♪

- How do you want to handle this?

- Well, if she gets away with it once, she'll do it again.

We can't just wait around until somebody dies.

- But the Corrections Ward is Salazar's domain.

- Yeah, and we're the ones

that have to take care of the patients.

- Right, so if you piss off the guards, what's gonna happen?

- We lose our protection.

- I don't know about you, but I doubt our staff's

gonna want to go in there without them,

which means the patients would suffer,

So, if we're gonna do this we're gonna do it right.

[pager beeps] What?

- Another code. Corrections Ward.

I got to do something, Max.

- ♪ Let me take you there...

- This new director's so radical, he's not even here.

If he wants us to pony up,

he should at least make an appearance.

- You're not giving this year?

- Where are the touching patient stories?

Where are the flashy speeches

about cutting-edge achievements?

'Cause I didn't come for the food.

- Don't knock it till you try it.

I'm sorry, I, um--

I've been on bed rest, so, to me, this is--

it's like New Year's in Paris.

♪

There are a few things you should know

about the new medical director.

Uh, one, he is radical...

so radical that he turned a failing clinic in Chinatown

into one of the most efficient medical units in the city.

Two, he won awards

for his radical treatment of women with Zika

in Guatemala.

Three...

there's north of $100 million in this room

ripe for the picking.

And you know where Dr. Goodwin is?

With his patients.

A medical director who's more interested

in helping the sick than raising money?

I'd pony up for that.

♪

- I mean, of course I'm glad he was so sincere,

but I shouldn't be so easily swayed by an apology.

There's just this spark between us,

and it tricks my stupid heart

into thinking that it could work out, but it can't.

I mean, he said it can't, so...

I can't put myself through that again. I can't.

♪

Can I?

- Are you sure I'm the right guy to ask?

- What, because I'm five drinks in and you're my boss' boss?

- No, because I've been married four times,

and after each divorce, I swore I'd never do it again.

- Yes, but you did.

- Yeah, I did.

- Why?

- Because ignoring my feelings didn't make them go away.

So I decided to ignore my fears.

Katy and I have been together for nine years.

- Hmm.

- So I say run towards love. You'll never regret it.

♪

- ♪ I'll take you there

- ♪ Ooh, I know a place

[alarm blares] - Hey!

- Arrest me.

- No pulse.

Chest compressions for five minutes.

- Push one milligram of epi.

- Hand me the paddles.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[paddles whirring]

Clear.

[flatline]

♪

- Still no pulse.

- Charge to 300. [paddles whirring]

Clear.

[flatline]

♪

- He's back.

We got him.

[monitor beeping]

- [exhales deeply]

♪

- Floyd?

♪

.

- Patient coming through. Hemodynamically stable.

Let's get him to bay 10. - Sinus rhythm's steady.

[dramatic music]

♪

- You coming? - I'll be right there.

- Floyd?

- I've got this.

♪

[door closes]

♪

So, what, you a punisher now?

Talking to me?

- I didn't do anything.

- Do you know you could have killed him?

- Sorry, Doc, I don't know what you're talking about.

- I know you're dosing them with ketamine.

♪

- Why do you even care what goes on up here?

- These are my patients.

- You think they're like your compliant invalids

from downstairs.

These scum scream,

bite, spit.

- Hey, you need more help you ask the warden,

but you leave the medicine to us, is that clear?

- You do your job, and I'll do mine.

And I'm gonna do what it takes to keep these bastards in line.

♪

[printer whirring]

- Finally, it's working.

[sighs]

Useless technology.

[upbeat music]

♪

You were right. - What do you mean?

- You were right from the very start.

The technology got it wrong. Our test results got it wrong.

Think about it--this whole time we've been testing

for today's pathogens,

but today's pathogens are all mutated,

evolved variants of much older strains.

What those men were exposed to up there

was a much older strain...

of a very common infection.

- So, even if it were a 99% match,

our equipment will still read it as a negative result.

- Exactly.

Their initial symptoms were telling you

they were suffering from Naegleriasis.

Our collective wisdom and experience were telling us

they were suffering from Naegleriasis.

- And our equipment could not see it.

- This may be an ancient strain,

but it's essentially the same old amoeba.

- Which means today's treatment should still be effective.

[dramatic music]

- ...I'll do mine, and I'm gonna do what it takes

to keep these bastards in line.

- You asked for proof.

So?

- Codie Jeffers is going to be fired,

effective immediately.

Thank you, Doctor.

This practice ends with her.

- ♪ He had his father's eyes ♪

♪ And his mother's point of view ♪

- Grandpa and Grandma are really late.

They're gonna miss the whole party.

- ♪ He can see through

- They're not coming.

- ♪ Sometimes the little things... ♪

- Not tonight, not tomorrow.

- But they have to come.

It's been forever since we've seen them.

I'm the only one who even remembers them.

- You know, sweetheart, Grandma and Grandpa...

♪

They don't really understand our family.

- Is something wrong with our family?

- No, no. God, no.

There's not a thing wrong with our family.

- Then why don't they want to see us?

[somber music]

- You know, most families,

they just wind up together...right?

They don't--they don't have to think about it

or ever even stop and ask why.

They just are.

But you know what is so super-duper special

about our family?

- What?

- We chose each other.

I chose you.

♪

[voice breaking] I chose your brothers and your sister.

♪

And I just wouldn't want it any other way.

♪

- Me either.

♪

- So I'm--I'm gonna stop feeling sorry for myself

[sniffles] I'm gonna stop feeling sad for me and you,

and I'm gonna feel sad for Grandma and Grandpa,

because they are choosing to miss out on all of us.

♪

All right?

Okay?

♪

I love you, kiddo.

♪

- I love you. - I love you, too.

[Diplomats of Solid Sound's "Soul Connection"]

♪

- ♪ You don't need money

[woman vocalizing]

♪ You don't need to try

[woman vocalizing]

♪ We just need to make

♪ A soul connection

♪ We need to find

♪ A soul connection

♪ To find out

- ♪ Find out

- ♪ That what we have is real ♪

♪

- Hey.

- ♪ You don't need love

- Hey.

- ♪ You don't need to be

- Come with me.

- ♪ We just need to make

♪ A soul connection

♪ We need to find

♪ A soul connection

- Oh, Lauren, I thought you left.

- Hey, uh, I want to introduce you to someone.

This is Dr. Floyd Reynolds, Chief of Cardiac Surgery.

He can definitely handle a strong, intelligent woman,

and he is ready for something real.

♪

Uh, this is Evie Garrison,

Associate Director of our legal team.

I think you two are gonna really hit it off.

[women vocalizing]

♪

- Well, that was...

very Lauren, wasn't it?

[laughs]

It's nice to meet you, Floyd.

- It's very nice to meet you, too.

- ♪ Baby, it's burning

♪ Looks like we made...

[monitor beeping]

- The treatment's working.

- [sighs]

[hopeful music]

- Looks like this won't be your last adventure.

♪

- Next year, Dad...

Hawaii.

I promise.

[chuckles]

[indistinct chatter]

- Assuming by the outfit that we're not all going

to die of an ancient virus?

- At least not today.

It will happen in our lifetime,

and we are not ready.

If you'll please excuse me.

I am so sorry for keeping you waiting.

- Oh, no, you were curing a disease,

and I was eating, like, 500 shrimp,

so we're even.

[chuckles]

- [clears throat] Ella...

[clears throat] I never meant to ask you out.

In fact, I was, um--

I was attempting to offer you both my tickets,

but I did not know how to clear it up

without feeling as foolish as I am feeling right now.

[clears throat]

- So we're having the same nervous breakdown all night,

because I was worried that you thought--

- No, no, no. I was worried that you thought that--

[both laugh]

- Wait, so you didn't want to come here at all tonight?

Why not? - [sighs]

[mellow jazz music]

Every year I used to attend this event with my late wife.

And being here, uh,

made me miss her all the more.

♪

- I am so sorry I have been unavailable all night,

but I am here now, and I am ready to charm you.

- Don't bother.

- Certainly saves me some time.

[chuckles]

- Every year the medical director corners me,

charms me, says whatever they can to get me

to open up my wallet.

But you...

you actually put your patients first...

above all this.

♪

I haven't seen that before.

[The Head and the Heart's "All We Ever Knew"]

- ♪

- Big shoes filled...

and then some.

- ♪ All we ever do

♪ Is all we ever knew

♪ All we ever do

♪ It's time to wake up from this ♪

♪ La la la la la la

♪ La la la la la la

♪ La la la la la la

♪ La la la la la la

♪ La la la la la la

♪ La la la la la la

[indistinct chatter]

- Excuse me, um...

would you like to dance?

[both chuckle]

- Now, you didn't happen to say something to, uh...

- Andrew Nomura?

- Worth less than $1.2 billion now...

- Huh. - Thanks to you.

You're my secret weapon.

Hmm.

- Hey. - Hmm?

- I've been thinking about something all night.

- Coat room. - No.

Our living situation. - Yep.

- Well, with baby out of danger,

I, um--I don't really need

a doctor living with me anymore.

- Right, well, you know,

I thought maybe after a few dates...

- I don't need a few dates, Max.

I just need you.

- [chuckles]

- Move back in with me.

- [chuckles]

- [chuckles]

- [groans softly]

- What's wrong?

- I...

I can't.

- Why not?

- I need to tell you...

about a patient.

- The fund-raiser's over.

- Hold on to me.

- What--what is it?

- And hold on tight.

[whispering indistinctly]

- Oh, God...

Oh, God. - I'm not going anywhere.

- [sobbing]