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- Dr. Ryan to Pediatrics.

Dr. Ryan to Pediatrics.

- There he is.
- Hey.

- Right on time.
- Reporting for duty.

- I half expected I'd have
to physically drag you out

of your office.

Have you met the group?

- Uh--uh, no actually, uh--

- Come. Don't be shy.

Morning everyone.
- Morning.

- Hey.
- This is Max.

It's his first day, so...
- Yeah.

- Why are you in scrubs?

- Oh, uh, I'm a doctor.
- Mm, where?

- Here.
- Nice.

I wish I could do chemo
at Whole Foods,

but we're not even allowed
to use our phones.

- Mm-hmm.

- Uh, Max, this is Mr. Kiggens.

- "Big Mike."
- Yeah, clearly.

- That's Willow.

- Smart, bringing
your own food.

No one delivers here.
- Really?

- And Millie.

- Don't be scared, Max.

We don't bite.

- Uh, no, that's--thank you,
but I'm not, uh--

I'm not scared.

- Okay.

Hey, you know,
why don't you join us?

We need a fourth
for euchre.

- You know, I would love to,
but I actually got

the, uh, to-go chemo.

It's fewer calories, so...

- Max, it's three hours.

You can't stay put
for three hours?

- Yeah, no, I would,
but you know me and sitting.

It's just not a good--
have a good game.

- Good luck out there.

- You know, a doctor
with an IV pole

is gonna frighten patients.

- That's a good point.

Why don't we just, uh, do this.

There we go.

Meet Earl, my new sidekick.

- Oh, yeah, that's much better.

- Right?
- A smiling bag of poison.

- Yep, going full chemo.

- Please don't say that.
- Got it.

Uh...

I know that at some point
I'm gonna be useless.

Thanks for not disagreeing.

- Well, we both know
what's coming.

- And, uh, after what happened
in Cold Spring,

I can't just let
the hospital fall apart.

I mean, I need
to find someone

who can, you know,
take--take over

when I'm, uh--
when I can't...

Will--will you be
my deputy Medical Director?

Sorry, I don't know why
that sounded like

I was asking you to prom.

- I'm flattered, of course.

- My friend Earl, here, doesn't
think you look flattered.

- I've already cut back
on my public appearances.

If I cut back anymore,
we're gonna start

to lose funding.

- Okay, yeah.

Well, think about it.

Otherwise I'm gonna have
to give my friend Earl, here,

a sad face.

- Uh, was, uh, that
our Medical Director

attached to an IV
of cis-platinum?

- Don't ask.

Why are you here?

- Uh, tough one.

Uh, because this is a hospital
and I'm a doctor.

- You said that you were gonna
take some time off.

- Well, that was before.

I mean, Max needs
my help, clearly.

- Sweetheart,
this is important.

You need to take care
of yourself.

- And I am going to, okay?

I'm just gonna do it without
leaving the hospital.

I flushed all my pills
this morning.

You know I'm going cold turkey?

Yes, it is gonna suck
for a while,

but it's what I need to do.

And not just for me.
For Max.

Oh.

Ooh, triage.
Gotta run.

Damn it, Andy.

Triage said an acute
coronary syndrome in here.

- I did not use those words
'cause I don't know them,

but it had to sound serious

or they would have given me
to one of your residents.

- Yeah, well, you nearly
gave me an acute coronary.

- Did you do something new
with your hair?

- All right, Andy,
what's the story?

- My knee's been swelling up.

I can't move it without--

- Patel, uh, let's--
let's drain Andy's knee.

- Hey, take your time, LB.

Clean sheets.

Yeah.

- Tony, I know it's difficult
to talk about the attack but...

we should.

- Um...

I was painting up in Mohonk.

Lots of light.

My dad came with me,
so I was annoyed.

I--I'd wanted to go solo.

But it's good he was there,

'cause when I moved my easel
near the tree line, I...

I saw this shape.

- Okay.

Tell me more about that.

- It was daytime.

They're nocturnal, right?

- Yeah.

- It shouldn't have been there.

But I saw it, and it just--

it just stared at me.

- Mm.

- And then
it started running...

right at me...

And then I turned and ran,
and I'm fast.

I used to run track,
but I didn't make it two feet.

Before it--before it...

- So...

before this most recent attack,
you hadn't seen the wolf

in over a month, correct?

- Uh...

- Yeah.

Hey, Tony, is the, um...

is the wolf here right now?

Okay, all right.
Here's what we're gonna do:

I am gonna go get your dad,

and we are going
to talk next steps.

Okay?

- Right.
- Okay.

- Oh, my God, this is Rohan.

I mean, I thought it might be
because he has the same--

but I didn't to--

okay, I'm done.

both: Hi.
- Uh, it's so nice to meet you.

Your dad talks about you
all the time.

- He does?

- Okay, thank you.
Thank you, Ella.

- Now he's blushing,
so this is a disaster.

I'm gonna go, but I hope
I see you again.

- You talk about me?

- Uh, yes.

I wanted to get you a gift,
and Ella was helping me.

- What kind of gift?

- We've not decided,
but I didn't want

to get you something
which meant something

other than what I wanted it
to mean.

- Oh, that's--

that's thoughtful.

There is something...

- Yes, tell me.

- I told you about
the songs I'm writing?

- Mm-hmm.
- Well, I'd love to make a demo,

and do that,
I need to rent a studio.

I was wondering if you could,
you know...

- Give you money?

I don't think it's a good idea.

- Okay.

Okay.
Baby steps, right?

- LB.
- How's that knee doing?

- Eh, it's better.
- Oh.

So why are you still here?

- I meant better than bad,

which is still, you know,
not good.

- All right, Andy.

Why don't you tell me
what's really going on?

- My shelter voucher
doesn't start till Saturday,

so I got four days
on the streets.

So I thought...

- We're a hospital, okay?

You don't warrant
an overnight stay.

- Yet.
Just do some more digging.

There's gotta be something else
wrong with me.

I'm a very unhealthy person.

- You paged?

- Uh, yeah.

Yeah, is, uh, now a bad time?

For both of you?

- Oh, yeah.
What do you got?

- You said you wanted to know
the next time

a frequent flyer came in.

- Yeah, frequent flyers mean
we're not doing our job.

- Oh, well,
then you're in luck

Meet the Amelia Earhart
of frequent flyers:

Andy Keener.

- How can I help?

- Looking good, Dr. Reynolds.
Just hold it there.

Fantastic.

That's perfect.
Thanks, Chris.

That was great.

This is going
to come together seamlessly.

- I thought Fred Niemens
usually does

the, uh, medical articles?

- My editor thought
the personal angle

would be better
for "The Face of Diversity."

- Is that the angle?

- I figured we'd start
with a profile on you

and then talk about how you've
put together your department.

- Okay.

- For your profile,
I was thinking

it's a "rags to riches" story.

I already know the layout.

Just below the headline,
there'll be

these two pictures of you
where you are now

right next to this:

I wanna know the details of what
led to the mug shot so we can--

- This interview is over.

- Wait--

Um, sorry, I didn't mean...

- Your chemo bag
is making people nervous.

- Yeah, sorry,
just one more hour.

- And by "people," I mean me.

- Did you know that Andy Keener
has been in this hospital

over 100 times?

- He's a frequent flyer.

- If my math is correct--
and I'm pretty sure

that it is--Andy Keener
has cost New Amsterdam

$1.4 million dollars this year.

And we haven't done a thing
to help him.

- Andy Keener has rung up
over $1 million in charges

here at New Amsterdam.

That is enough for 50,000
prenatal visits,

two liver transplants,

or, you know, one NBA contract.

How do we lower this number
right there?

- Don't look at me.

- Well, he's had over 30 visits
and three surgeries

for a foot ulcer.

- He walks around all day.

He can't keep
his foot elevated.

Look, bandages fall off,
antibiotic creams get lost.

- Okay, Bloom.
ED's number one

on the hospital encounters
hit parade.

- My ED is open 24/7,
so if he wants to get out

of the rain, or snow, or sun,
or get a hot meal, then--

- Got it.
Neurology: 10 EEGs

and 18 head CT scans
this year alone.

- All indicated and necessary.

Andy falls, and gets beaten up,
and has a withdrawal seizure.

EMTs bring him in

and we give him
the same evaluation

we would give to anyone else.

- Yeah, Helen,
you can't tell me

that all these biopsies
were necessary.

- Well, if we don't have
a patient's family history

then all concerns have
to be taken seriously.

- Psychiatry, help me out.

There's gotta be a way
to save a dollar.

Just one dollar.

- Uh, no.
No can do, Doc.

Andy suffers from PTSD
and depression.

An abusive childhood
will do that to you.

Not to mention,
he is an alcoholic.

Multiple detox stays.

- Okay, so what everyone
is telling me

is that not only
was there no way

to avoid spending
$1.4 million

on Andy Keener this year,
but apparently there's no way

to avoid spending another
$1.4 million

on Andy Kenner next year?

Yes?

- Yes, I was hoping
to meet Earl.

Is Earl here?
Is he coming later?

Not here, okay.

- Hey, Max, hold up.

- You got a fix
for Andy Keener?

- No, apparently I missed

the Solve-America's-Homeless-
Epidemic class in med school.

- Fair enough.

- All right, so, uh, look--
a reporter from

"The New England
Cardiothoracic Journal"

dug up some dirt on me.

Some dirt that--that could
embarrass the hospital.

- Define "dirt."

- Ten years ago
I was arrested and, um...

she wants to print my mug shot.

Every time I think
this is dead and buried

it just keeps popping
back up in my life,

and I never wanted
to be a burden to you

or this hospital.

- You're not.

You wanna tell me
what happened?

- Do I have to?

- Well, if I knew the story
would I trust you less?

- No.

- Would it make me think less
of you as a surgeon?

- No.

- Then I don't need to know,
and neither does anybody else.

- I just don't want anyone
to think less of me.

Patients, colleagues--
- They won't.

Let's go full chemo on this.
- "Full chemo"?

- Let's get legal
to bring down the hammer.

- I wanna keep him overnight
for observation.

The, um...

the delusions are back,
full-on.

I'm--I'm so sorry, Hector.

- This last attack,

he was screaming.

Clawing at his throat.

He thought he was dying.

My little boy.

How's he supposed
to live like this?

I mean, what's he gonna do
when I'm gone?

I--I've been reading about, uh,

"deep brain stimulation"?

- Deep brain stimulation
is not designed

for psychological issues.

It's for, um--
it's for Parkinson's.

It's people with
physical ailments.

- But there's trials
happening right now.

- Yes, Hector.

A--a handful of patients
with delusional disorders

have tried it, but...

you know, the side effects
are not--

we're--we're not talking
scars, here.

The kind, funny, artistic son

that you know and love
right now?

It can change
Tony's personality.

- Ativan...

Paxil, Klonopin...

Cognitive Behavioral Therapy.

Hypnosis, ECT.

Electricity shooting through
my cariño'sbrain.

That hasn't changed him?

'Cause it has.

- We can try
a compassionate-use trial.

But, Hector, you--
you gotta know

that if you send your son in
for this surgery...

you may not recognize
the person that you get back.

Do you understand?

- If helping him means
losing some of him...

Parts of him I love...

I'll pay the price.

- Hey, there.

You okay?

- No.

Got a migraine.

Among other things.

Did we--did we page you?

- No.

No, I just got you
some ginger tea.

- Okay.

Why?

- Because ginger
is a miracle cure-all

for the whole system.

- Wait, are you monitoring me?

- No.

I'm just checking up on you.

- Oh, I'm sorry, I thought
I was an adult.

I didn't realize I needed
a babysitter.

- Lauren--
- You know what, don't, okay?

I am leaving now.

Because, you know,
I've got an ED to run.

♪ Born in sun

♪ Feel the pull
from inside of you ♪

♪ The world's behind

- Oh, hey.

- Hey.

- Ella, right?

- Yeah.

Are you, uh, waiting
for your dad?

- Oh, no.

Just taking advantage
of the free Wi-Fi.

Have a seat.
- Thanks.

What are you writing?

- Nothing.

- Oh, no, come on.

We've known each other
a whole two minutes now.

- I'm a song writer.

Go ahead,
take your best shot.

- Oh, I should have known
your dad would raise

the sensitive, artistic type.

- Back then he didn't do
much raising.

- Right, sorry.

He, uh--he's just been
so generous with me.

I didn't mean to--
- "Generous"?

How?

- Um, like how he totally saved
my dog's life.

My dad's still

a human neurologist, right?

Yep.

But, uh, he paid
for my dog's surgery.

- He did?
- Yeah.

Gave me $2,000.

I didn't even have to ask.

- Wow.

- Bloom?

We've been trying
to help Andy Keener

entirely the wrong way.

- Are you screaming right now,
or is it just me?

- I figured out
what to give him.

Andy?
- MG.

- Um, we have done you
a great disservice.

- You guys have
the best service in New York.

- Every time you've come
to this hospital,

we have focused on treating
a whole host of symptoms.

- I--I'd give you five stars
on Yelp if I had a computer.

- That ends today.
Scripts?

The, uh, fatigue, stress,

heart arrhythmia, malnutrition,
you name it--

each of these symptoms
is the result

of you not having
a stable living environment.

This cure will fix all of that.

Mr. Keener...

I am prescribing you a home.

- Morning.
- Morning.

- Max in yet?
- Haven't seen him.

- Day two can hit you
like a ton of bricks.

He might still be in bed.

- Okay.

Well, if you do see him--

- I made it, I'm here.
Sorry.

I made it.
Call off the dogs.

- How do you feel?

- Oh, like a million bucks

that was shoved
dollar by dollar

through an industrial shredder

and then set on fire
with a blowtorch.

- Your feet, huh?
- Points for Big Mike.

Swollen and sore.
Thank you.

- You should borrow some Crocs
from the nurses' stash.

They're super ugly
but they do make a difference.

- And then you should--
you should sit down.

You should join us for euchre.

We could still use a fourth.

- Appreciate
the generous offer, Millie,

but this hospital
never sleeps, so...

Back at it.

I'm going mobile again.

- Max.

They know what
they're talking about.

You should listen.

- Well, Willow was right.
They are ugly.

But man, I feel like
I'm walking on clouds.

- Mm.
And Earl is shaping up...

- I know, right?

- To be far creepier

than any plastic bag
has a right to be.

- Now, that's just mean,
all right?

Maybe he could use a hat.

- I, um--I want you to know

that I've truly considered
your offer...

- Great.

- And I--

I can't be your deputy, Max.

- Oh.

- I'm barely maintaining
the commitments I already have,

and as you know I'm knee-deep
in oocyte cryopreservation.

When the time comes

to move forward
with implantation--

- I--I understand, I do.

What about Bloom?

- Bloom?
- Yeah, she's reliable.

She's great under pressure.

- Let me get back to you.

- Okay.

- ♪ The wheels on the bus
go round and round ♪

♪ Round and round,
round and round ♪

- So he really has
to be awake for this?

- Yeah, yeah.

It, uh--it reduces the risk
of damaging critical areas

that control speech
and other skills.

And we can't have him draw,

so singing is
the next best thing.

- ♪ Go round and round

♪ Round and round,
round and round ♪

- Very good, Tony.

Keep going.

- Advancing the wire.

- ♪ The wheels on the bus
go round... ♪

♪ And

- Pull back.
- ♪ Round

♪ Round and round

♪ All through

- Let's keep going.

- You know, you've raised
an amazing young man.

- For his 13th birthday,

he begged me to take him
to the Uffizi.

I mean, what kind of kid begs

to go to the Uffizi, right?

But I--I took him,

and he marched straight up
to "The "Birth of Venus."

Studied every detail.

And he knew what he wanted
to be when he grew up.

But then the wolf appeared.

And never left.

And all that potential...

- I just--
I hope the wolf goes away

so he can be that man again.

- Max.

You must really enjoy
putting me through this,

because that is
the only explanation

I can come up with.

- Probably, but, uh,
what are we talking about?

- Just explain to me
why I got a phone call

from a landlord on First Avenue

asking me if Andy Keener
has any pets.

- Oh, that.
I can explain that.

- Yeah, I sure hope you can.

- Yeah, uh, since I've only
been here at New Amsterdam

for a few weeks,
the landlord wouldn't let me

cosign his lease.

So, I, um, put your name down.

- Did you?
- Yeah.

- And who is Andy Keener,

and why are we renting
an apartment for him?

- Uh, Andy is a, um,
frequent flyer.

His homelessness
has cost this hospital

over $1 million
this year alone,

and many of those costs
will go away

if Andy simply has
a full-time place to stay.

I mean, renting this man
an apartment

is actually gonna save
this hospital money.

- So you suddenly decided
to care about money.

- Well, I care about money

when it's only going
to one patient

when it should
be going to thousands.

- Right, so let's say I let
you do this--hypothetically.

- Okay.

- And we rent this apartment
for a year.

- Right.

- And then Andy gets back
on his feet

and he pays for it himself,
right?

- No, we would be paying
for it for a while.

- How long is "a while"?

- Just, you know, forever.

- Oh, Max.
- No, look,

I'm already solving
one enormous fiscal problem

for this hospital.

I can't also solve--
- This is socialism.

This is exactly what's wrong

with our whole
health care system.

- You're right.
Somebody really should fix it.

- So this guy abuses the system
and he gets a free apartment.

What about all the other guys

who are working
their asses off?

You think this is fair to them?

- It's not fair to them,
but it's smart business for us.

We're talking about saving
over $1 million a year.

That's $1 million
that could be spent

on those very people who are
working their asses off.

Who do deserve more.

- Andy better not have
any pets.

- Hey.
- Oh, no tea today?

No tea.

Just, uh, I'm sorry.

You were right.
I was hovering.

But that's not because
I don't trust you.

I want to help you.

I obviously have no idea
how to do that.

Oh, that's all right.

I know your people
like to think

that tea fixes everything.

- Wow.
- That was pretty good, right?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
That's a horrible accent.

- So, look, I--I'm sorry too.

I shouldn't have been
so defensive.

Just, uh--it was a lot rougher
than I thought it was gonna be.

- You seem better today.
- Yeah.

Yeah, I, uh...

I got a lot of sleep.

Uh, okay, I gotta go to work.

- Um, do you maybe want
to grab some dinner

after work today?

- Yeah.
Yeah, sure.

Uh, just meet me back here
when you're done.

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- I heard.

I'm sorry.

- Yeah, thanks.

- Max wants me
to go "full chemo"

on this reporter.

I don't know
what that means, exactly,

but here are
our few options.

- Okay.

- Step one,
we pull the interview.

If she wants to write about
a ten-year-old arrest,

she can go right ahead,

but she can expect
a defamation suit to follow.

No doubt she indemnified
the publisher

when she was hired,
so when we threaten to sue her

for libel and demand damages

the onus will be on her.

Not on "The New England
Cardiothoracic Journal."

- And that's just step one?

- Do you want to go
"full chemo" or not?

I can make it so this
Penny Atwater can't find a job

at "The New England Journal
of Trout Fishing."

- Damn, you're good.

- It's just so typical.

It's like if you're
African-American

and you're exemplary,

they're always looking
for a catch.

- I just want my nephew...

to know that
you can be exemplary

without a catch, you know?

- As your legal representation,

I can make this all go away.

But as your girlfriend...

I think you should own
your story.

Not in spite of your nephew.

Because of your nephew.

He should know the truth.

All of it.

- Well...

here we are.

It's safe to come
all the way in.

- Well, will you look at that?

- Stove works.
Good to know.

- I haven't made myself
a cup of coffee...

in decades.

- Look, Andy, uh, I know
this place isn't much but--

- No.

It's an awful lot,
Doctor Goodwin.

When do I need
to be out of here?

- No, um,
this isn't temporary.

Andy, this place is yours
as long as you want it.

Just no pets.

Other than that,
you make the rules.

- All of this is mine?

- Welcome home, Andy.

- Floyd?

You wanna begin?

- Yeah.

It was, uh...

It was 2008.

Election night.

And we're having this--
this big party

out in Connecticut

where I was, uh, interning
at a hospital.

And, uh...

it was electric.

I remember I--I never felt

so, uh, empowered, you know?

So present.

So...

American.

I felt invincible and--

and I was on my way home
back to my apartment.

And I remember I rolled
the windows down

so that I could feel
that cool breeze.

And the empty road.

And then...

flashing red lights.

Siren.

I was getting pulled over.

And I checked the speedometer--

only three miles over
the speed limit.

Officer asked me to step out.

Still had on my scrubs.

Showed him my hospital badge

but he didn't like my tone.

And I begged him.

I begged him to just
give me a ticket.

Nope.

There I was,
face-down on my own hood

with my arms cuffed
behind my back

on a night that started out
at my dream internship

celebrating this
newfound hope for America.

Ended with me in a holding cell,
stripped of my dignity...

Waiting for my sister

to catch the next train up
so she could bail me out.

Not even a Morehouse College
license plate

or a Yale Med School
bumper sticker could save me.

No, a mug shot...

that you found...

as a lifelong souvenir.

You know, I was ashamed
of that night for a long time.

That's why I--
that's why I buried it.

You know, that's why I tried
to forget all about it.

I mean, the fact that you
were so eager to shoehorn it

into an article that purports
to celebrate a black doctor,

I mean...

That says very little
about me.

I'm a good surgeon.

Period.

That's your story.

Hey, Beta.

What are you doing here?

- Can't I just stop by
to say hi?

- Any time.
All the time.

Would you like
to go for dinner?

There's a nice
Indian restaurant

down the street.

The food tastes exactly like
your mother's cooking.

- Actually, I have plans
with Ella.

- Ella?

- Turns out we have
the same taste in music.

Weird, right?

- Where are you going?

- We're gonna go see
this band play.

The bassist
is a friend of mine.

We used to jam together a lot.

He was gonna help me
with the demo.

- Okay.

- Anyway...

thanks for introducing us.

- You paged?

- I did.

- What happened?

- Uh, he says he fell off
a ladder and hit his head.

Make that 1.5 million.

- Hey.

Hey, uh, so can we please
go somewhere

not healthy, for once?

I mean, I actually think
I hate salad.

- Uh, Dr. Bloom?

Can I ask you to take
a quick look

at a patient in Bay 4?

- So close.

Okay, um, I'm gonna be
right back.

Uh, your job is to Google
dive bars.

I want a giant,
disgusting burger.

- Eww.

Lauren...

Lauren!

- You're not real.

You're not real.

- Hey, buddy, you need a hand?

- You know what?

That'd be awesome, thanks.

All right, thank--thanks, man.

- You--you should really go
see a doctor, man.

- That's a good idea.

- Max.

Where are you?
- 33rd and Park.

I don't think I can make it.

- Stay there,
I'm coming to you.

- I don't understand.

- Well, it's um--
it's an agricultural co-op.

- It's not a hospital.

- No, it's not.

- What kind of medicine
do they practice there?

- None.

They don't practice
medicine there.

That's the point.

- You're suggesting I--

I send my son away

without me...

to a farm?

To a--a place where
they claim the way to fix him

is to pretend
that he's not sick?

- You know, Hector,
one of the keys

to avoiding relapse
in delusional disorders

is environment.

Plain and simple.

And--and Tony's
current environment...

it's--it's not helping.
You know?

- You mean me?

- And me.

And this hospital.

- That boy is the pride
of my life.

- I know.

- He needs his father.

Someone who will--loves him.

Who will run through walls
for him.

- No, no, no.
Listen, listen, listen.

You're trying to fix him.

We're all trying
to fix him.

And on--on a very deep...

profound level,
Tony feels that.

He knows it,
and it's making him worse.

This place will accept him
as he is.

- You're telling me

to stop trying
to make him better?

- To not be his father?

- You told me...

that to help Tony...

you'd be willing
to risk losing some of him.

This is how you do that.

Andy?

- You gonna take away
my apartment?

- No.

I don't know what to do.

- I--I guess I just
like it here.

- Think we're the only ones.

You are always
welcome here.

When you're sick.

And when you're not sick,

we have a lot of people
that we have to take care of,

and that's just the way
it has to be.

- I'll--I'll leave.

No problem.

- Excuse me?

Sorry, does anyone know
how to get to the ICU?

- Oh, dude, you can't get
to the 12th floor

from this building.

You gotta take the elevator
to the 3rd floor,

then take the breezeway
to Harriman.

Then you take the second set
of elevators to 12.

Then you walk to the end
of the hall.

- Thanks, man.

You're a lifesaver.

- Andy...

- Do you know how to get
to the Oncology Ward?

- Of course, I've had many
the nonexistent tumor

examined there.

- How would you like to start
paying off that apartment?

- How?

- By spending a little more
time at New Amsterdam.

- Hey, champ.

You got time to rap
for a minute?

I got something to tell you.

And I'm hoping you can still
be proud of me.

- ♪ All inside

♪ Our Amsterdam she hides

- ♪ Watery-eyed

- I--I can draw here?

- You can draw and paint...

and just be you.

If you want, Tony.

If it'll make you happy,
I'll let you go.

- ♪ Oh, we're all silhouette

♪ She's growing
tall and fine ♪

♪ She's got my back

♪ She'll follow me
down every street ♪

♪ No matter what my crime

- Lauren.

- Done enough good
for one day?

- Think I'm gonna puke.

- We paid enough
for those chairs.

I think that
our Medical Director deserves

to try them out sometime.

- I don't want everyone
to see me so...

Weak.

You know?

It's why I can't
let Georgia come.

Why I can't sit in that chair.

Everybody's gonna see me.

- The answer's yes, Max.

I'll be your deputy.

- But you--
- Go.

Be weak.

Sit.

I won't watch.

- Millie.

Glaciers are moving.
Children are being born.

Can you shuffle any faster?

- I--I think I just went
from a stage three

to a stage four.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Room for a fourth?

- Yeah, always.

Unfortunately.

- Loving your
slipper game, dude.

- Oh, yeah, thanks.

I'm, uh, feeling pretty good
about it.

Those are, uh,
pretty sharp yourself.

Okay, so, uh, these are mine,
I take it.

Whose are those?

- Those are Stevie's.

Our old fourth.

- We always deal him in.

- Mm.

- You know how
to play euchre, Max?

- Uh, I'll catch on.