All language subtitles for New.Amsterdam.2018.S01E12.iNTERNAL.720p.HEVC.x265-MeGusta

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- Previously,
on "New Amsterdam"...

- Dr. Bloom.
- Dr. Bloom?

- The last few weeks,
I've been taking

a little bit more Adderall
than prescribed.

- I think you may need help.
- I'm just tired--

- Mr. Powell could have died.

[dramatic music]

- Run the
Cardiac Surgical Department.

- There is no
Cardiac Surgical Department.

- Then build one.

- When we aim high-energy
external beam radiation

at the cancer in your throat,

if you move then, you die.

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

- The answer's yes, Max.

I'll be your deputy.

[mellow music]

♪

[siren wailing
in the distance]

- [blows raspberry]
I don't even know

what some of this
stuff is.

Babe, I-I didn't know we had
so many friends.

This is a return, right?

- No way.
- No?

- Cloth diapers are way better
for the environment.

- Yeah, but disposable diapers
are way better

for sleeping in on Sunday.

- Fine, maybe pile.
- Maybe pile.

It's very cute that you think
you're sleeping in on Sundays.

- Yeah.

Electric snot sucker?
Return.

- How do you suggest
we remove snot

from our baby's nasal passages?

- The old-fashioned way.

You put your mouth on that nose
and you...

[sucking]
- That's disgusting!

Keeping.
- Babe, I'm just saying...

What about a baby--
a baby blender?

- That's a maybe.

I mean, we don't have
an adult blender.

- All right, well,
the Swedish here says, uh...

[speaking broken Swedish]

- Oh, well, in that case...

- Mm.
- Return.

- Return. Yeah.

♪

[groans]
- Oh, babe, more nausea?

- Mm.
Mm-hmm.

- Hey, I thought Helen said

that you wouldn't experience
chemo nausea so soon.

- Well, maybe I'm, uh...

Maybe I'm special.

- Maybe you should stay home.

- Mm-hmm.
Mm-mm.

I'm good.

I'm already over it.

It's fine.

I'm raring to go.

I'm not gonna let
a little cancer slow me down.

I'm fine.

[Katrina and the Waves'
"Walking on Sunshine"]

- Ow!

♪

♪ Yeah

How can I help?

- Figured out why the old
Cardio Department lost its way:

Our conflict
of interest policy.

- What's wrong with it?
- Well, we don't have one.

Big pharma could buy me
an island,

and no one would know.
- Could be fun.

- We should mandate
total transparency.

- Uh, how many other hospitals
do this?

- Zero.
- I guess we'll be the first.

- In clinical trials,

do you know what you want
in ideal candidates?

- Ooh, I know this one.
Sick people?

- Diversity.
- Yeah.

- Our candidates need
to be as diverse

as the country
we're aiming to treat.

- Yeah, so what's the problem?

- The country I'm trying
to treat isn't Finland.

- Hmm.

I can see that.

Yeah.

I'll make some calls.

- More glitter, right?
Okay, yes.

So New York has seen a spike
in Polynesian refugees

because their countries are,
you know,

sinking into the Pacific Ocean.
- Right.

- Not a lot of them
speak English--

like these little cuties right
here from Tuvalu, aren't you?

- Imagine I just said
"how can I help?" in Tuvaluan.

- I wish I could, but I can't,

because nobody speaks Tuvaluan
in New York--

literally,
like, less than 20 people.

I need a translator.

- [speaking Tuvaluan]
- Oh, okay.

So I just learned the word
for "potty."

- Oh, did you?
- But I'm gonna take off.

- Okay.
Oh, oh. Gladys!

- My department
was just flagged by HCC

for "disproportionately
providing coverage

to patients ineligible
for Medicaid and for--"

- Solved.

Thought that was gonna go in.

Still solved.
Pretend it went in.

- But they said they would
cap my budget--

- It doesn't matter.

We treat everybody here,
and if they're not covered,

if they're covered,
it doesn't matter.

The price...
[groans]

[music fades]
We treat everyone.

That's the power
of New Amsterdam.

Excuse me.
[gags]

[retches]
[door closes]

- Max, are you okay?
- Yeah.

[retching]
- Ooh.

Max, you want us
to wait for you?

- [retching]

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, God, what is
the medical term

for "barfed my face off"?

- This isn't a great time.

- You don't even know
what just came out of me.

I'm not just talking quantity,
I'm talking quality.

I mean, what the heck
could I have possibly eaten--

- Max.
- What?

- This is a consortium
of top oncologists

being hosted
by a WHO facility in Haiti.

Everyone, this is Dr. Goodwin,
our Medical Director.

- [pops lips]
How you doing?

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Let's pick this up
in 15, shall we?

[beeps]

- Sorry about that.
- It's fine.

I'm consulting
on a very challenging case.

A digression about the texture
of your vomit

was just the mood-lightener
that we needed.

- I'm happy to help.

- And you need
anti-nausea meds.

- Mm-hmm.

This is harder than I thought.

- Silver lining?

When we start radiation
tonight,

your throat's gonna be too sore
to eat anything.

- Mm.

- Less nausea.

[bittersweet music]

- So you'd walk by,
and you'd see all this smoke

seeping out
from under the door.

But it wasn't a fire.

It was the cardiologists'
smoking lounge.

- In the hospital?

- Yes, Building C.

- [laughing]
- Third floor.

They had the fire department
called on them

at least twice a month.

- I can't believe you've never
told me that one before.

- It was a different time.

It's just a wonder
more patients didn't die.

- Yeah, no kidding--oh.

No, it's okay.
It's okay, I got it.

No, no, no, I got it.
Henry, it's cool.

- Thanks.

- I've been trained
for such situations.

- Just got to get
the big chunks, right?

- Yeah...
- Thanks.

- Kick the rest
under the table.

[both chuckle]
Clumsy.

- You know, my, uh--

my intern days
were totally tame.

I-I don't have any
crazy stories, you know.

- Oh, don't be so sure.

Those memories
will come flooding back

once you're my age.

For example, I have
a temporal bone surgery

scheduled tomorrow.

Now, back in the day,

we wouldn't even
consider operating

until we could see
discoloration

in the neck and the jawline.

- Oh.
[chuckles]

That's crazy.

[upbeat percussion music]

[indistinct announcements
over PA]

[indistinct conversation]

- Okay.
- Thank you so much.

Lauren.
- I'm late.

- Lauren...

I am deeply sorry.

If you would just
hear me out--

- You rooted through my bag
for drugs

after I explicitly told you
that I was clean.

You just couldn't trust me,
could you?

- It's not that simple,
and you know it.

I was concerned.

I overstepped.
What I wanted--

- We were friends.

- We still are.
- How?

♪

- You asked for help.

You admitted you needed help.

Let me help you.

- How about this?

From now on, you stay
on your side of the hospital.

I'll stay on mine.

♪

- Oh, hi.

[man retching]

Max?

Hey, Dora told me
I could find you in here.

- Yeah. [vomits]
- Oh, okay.

- [groans]
- Uh...

that's all right.
I can wait.

- Oh...
- [blows raspberry, sighs]

- [exhales deeply]

[toilet flushes]

[exhales sharply]

- Hey.
- How can I...

- Yeah, okay.
Yeah, I got it.

So, um, let's say,
hypothetically,

I have a friend here
at the hospital.

Let's call him, uh,
Dr. Dre.

- Mm.

- And, uh, what if he kind of,
sort of maybe...

shouldn't probably be
performing surgeries anymore?

- We're not having
an unofficial conversation

about an impaired
physician, Iggy.

We have a system.

- I know.

I just don't want to ruin
anyone's career, you know?

- Well, if you're
concerned enough

to bring it to me here,
then it has to be official.

All right?

No half reports,
no pseudonyms.

By the way,
maybe pick a better one.

- I know.
- Just tell me what's going on

so I can investigate
the doctor properly.

- Come on, man. Can't we just
hypothesize about it

for a little while longer?

- Iggy, your name will be
kept confidential, I swear.

- [sighs]

It's Dr. Maravich.

- What's going on?

- Ayúdennos, por favor!

El está enfermo!

- Do--do you speak English?
- Yes, yes, yes!

Please, you have to help him!
He needs help!

- Severe dehydration.

- Okay, let's get him over
to Bay 27 for a workup.

What's your name?
- Ivan Velez.

- Ivan, how do you know him?
- Uh, Miguel, we are brothers.

You must help him, please!
- He feels hot.

Ivan, look at me.

How long has he been
sick like this?

- Uh, about a week.

He started shivering, and he--

he couldn't, uh, drink
or eat anything.

We thought he needed sleep,
but it only got worse.

- Does it hurt to swallow?
- [speaking Spanish]

- You have to help him!
- I'll do everything I can.

- Bloom, lymphs are swollen.

- Okay, open for me?

[dramatic music]

- What?
What do you see?

- He needs an FNA, ASAP.

Who's on call for oncology?
- Dr. Sharpe.

♪

.

- Daddy, who is that man?

- Shh.

- My name is Dr. Kapoor.

I'm going to help your mom.

- She can't see.

Her eyes are broken.

- Then I'll try to fix them.

- Let's find
a healthy snack, kiddo.

- Yeah.

- We'll be just outside.

[door opens, closes]

- I see
from your records, Maren...

you've had a rough time.

- Yeah.

My organs, they shut down
during Violet's birth.

I couldn't stop bleeding.

I was in the ICU
for, uh, nine months.

Ian had to make arrangements.

Just in case.
[laughs]

- But you survived.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, most of me.

- So you developed an adenoma
at the base of your brain.

It's pressing
on the optic chiasm

and causing your blindness.

- Yeah, and everyone says
they can't remove it

because I can't have anesthesia
'cause of my liver.

- That's right.

But there is a new treatment--

non-surgical.

I won't even need
to break the skin.

- How?

- It's MRI-guided
focused ultrasound--

noninvasive,
no anesthesia.

Just one catch.

- Yeah.

There's always a catch.

- Before I can address
your brain tumor,

we need to replace one
of your heart valves

also weakened
by Violet's birth.

But I'm sure my colleague,
Dr. Reynolds,

can do that
without anesthesia as well.

[hopeful music]

- Wow.
[laughs]

♪

I would love to see
my daughter's face.

♪

I would love to see her eyes.
I would.

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter,
telephone ringing]

- Hi.

I got your page.

- Yeah.

Mr. Velez?

This is Dr. Sharpe.

She's gonna biopsy
your brother's throat

so we can figure out
what's making him so sick.

- Open up for me, Mr. Velez.

- Arroyo.
His name is Miguel Arroyo.

- I thought you guys
were brothers.

- We're like brothers.

You know, we are Boricua.

We grew up a town apart
on La Isla,

but we never knew each other
until we came to New York.

- When did you move here?

- Hurricane Maria
took everything.

My home was washed away,
and no one was coming to help.

So I left to find work
so I could rebuild one day.

Took any job I could get--
construction, picking apples.

And that's where I met Miguel--
on a farm upstate.

- El destino.
- Sí.

We both lost everything
but fate.

She brought us together
to protect each other.

You see?
So we are more than friends.

Hermano.

[melancholy music]

♪

- Ah...specimen cup.

- Here.

♪

[indistinct announcement
over PA]

- Admin sent me
about a nameplate?

- Oh, yes.

Great.
Thank you.

I've been calling
for a month.

- Just tell me what you need,
Dr. Merritt.

- No, actually, I'm, uh,
Dr. Reynolds.

- Oh.
Nameplate says "Merritt."

- Right, and I want it
replaced with "Reynolds."

- "Dr. Reynolds"?
- Correct.

- Okay, gonna have to get

the Chair
or Cardiothoracic Surgery

to sign off
on a request like that.

- Not a problem.

I'm the Chair
of Cardiothoracic Surgery.

- Dr. Merritt.

- No, Dr. Reynolds.

- Well, it says
Dr. Merritt's the Chair.

- Well, he's not.
I'm the Chair.

- Well, then why are you
in his office?

- This is my--
[sighs]

Um...you see
how confusing this is?

Well, I have
this same conversation

with every patient
that comes in here,

which doesn't help them
to be confident

in the doctor they chose
to cut them open

because he can't even get
his name on the door.

- Yeah, I'm thinking you might
need a new nameplate.

- Yeah.

- Henry.

- Chemo stomach.
It's no joke.

- [mouth full]
You're telling me.

Thanks for coming.
- Sure.

You know what this room
used to be?

- Mm, I think legal had it?

- Well, the fun part
is who had it before legal.

- Hmm.

- In '67, we'd call this
the "Nookie Closet."

- Did you?

Now it's a stone's throw
from HR,

so why don't we let that one
sail right by?

You mind if we get
right to it?

- Not at all.

- I'd like to schedule you
for a medical evaluation.

- Nothing wrong with my health,
Dr. Goodwin.

- Just consider it a formality.

Okay?

- This hospital requires
a medical eval

every two years.

I passed my last exam
less than a year ago--

with flying colors,
I might add.

- I don't like it
any more than you do,

but it is my job.

- I've been in practice
for more than 40 years...

all of them here.

I can do my surgeries
blindfolded.

- I appreciate that, Henry.

I do, but I would still like
to schedule you

for a routine eval.

[tense music]

Tomorrow.

♪

- Of course.

You got to do your job.

♪

[door opens, closes]

- So you need me to perform
a valve replacement

so that you can do
an MRI-focused ultrasound.

It shouldn't be a problem.
- Keep scrolling.

- Oh, your patient
can't withstand anesthesia.

- That's right, but if I can
perform a procedure

the procedure on the brain
without anesthesia,

you can certainly do
the same thing for the heart.

- Yeah, the only
noninvasive surgery

is catheter aortic
replacement therapy.

- Yes, do that.

- Which requires
a C-ART device,

which New Amsterdam
does not have.

- So we'll get one.

- [chuckles] Yeah, sure.
"So we'll get one."

A C-ART device
costs $3 million.

- I made Maren Thompson
a promise

that I would help her
see her daughter.

I'll get you this device.

- Okay, Vijay, look,

I can't even get my name
on my own door, all right?

They're not gonna just buy you
a $3 million device.

- We will see about that.

[upbeat percussion music]

- [sighs]

♪

- Uh, remember when you told
me we'll treat everyone here

no matter the price?

- That's the power
of New Amsterdam.

- Yes, well, we need
a C-ART device.

- Okay, I'll call ACC.
Done.

- Do you know
what a C-ART device is?

- Will it help your patient?

- It's the only thing
that will help.

- Good enough for me.
- Thank you.

- Yeah?
- Hey, hey, hey.

I thought you were gonna handle
that whole Dr. M situation?

- Yeah, handled.

Medical eval scheduled
for tomorrow.

- Well, he moved
his temporal bone surgery

up to today.

- [sighs]

[monitor beeping rapidly]

- Help!
Help! He needs help!

What's happening to him?
[beeping stops]

- Push two milligrams
of Ativan.

Biopsy results?

- They just came back.
It's not cancer.

Must be an infection.

- Given the ulcers,
it's got to be viral.

I'll start Acyclovir.

- I saw polys on the biopsy.
Bacteria's much more likely.

- Or the polys are due
to a secondary infection

on top of the viral infection
and irrelevant.

It's my ED, my call.

- And if I disagree
with your call?

- Bloom, we got four more!
Similar symptoms to Mr. Arroyo!

Visible ulcers
in the back of the mouth.

- Four more?

- Where did they come from?
- Watch out.

- We all work together.
They were all sick, too!

.

[dramatic music]

♪

- Mind if I scrub in?

- What are you trying to prove?

- Nothing, just here
to observe.

- I've done this surgery
hundreds of times, Dr. Goodwin.

I don't need the hospital's
Medical Director

standing over my shoulder
evaluating my every incision.

- Then pretend I'm not here.

- You trying to throw me
off my game, is that it?

- I expect all the surgeons
in my hospital

to perform at their best

whether I'm here watching
or not.

- Anyone's not performing
at their best, it's you.

Running a hospital
while undergoing chemo?

You have no right to judge me.

- This isn't about me.

- I've helped thousands
of patients at this hospital.

Thousands.

My record is sterling.

My reputation impeccable.

- Henry, you're a legacy here.

- Damn right I am.

- But what story do you want
told in the end?

That you were a titan
in your field,

or that you were a doctor
who didn't know

when to lay down the scalpel?

- There'll come a day, Max...

when you won't be able

to perform as well
as you once could.

Maybe sooner than you think.

[dramatic music]

♪

[door closes]

[indistinct chatter,
telephone ringing]

- Well, they all
work together

out at some vineyard
out in Long Island.

- And they're all exhibiting
the same symptoms?

- To a T.

- What at a vineyard could have
made them all so sick?

- Let's find out.

- The owners made us sleep
in this old, rundown barn.

All crowded together,
cramped.

- How many of you?

- 17, sometimes 18.

At night, I just tried to think
of my family back home.

- Las ratas.

- Yes, there were so many rats.

- I've been picking
since Hurricane Georges.

Been 20 years since I've seen
Puerto Rico.

- Have you harvested
at this vineyard before?

- No.

And I will not go back.

I will starve first.

The owner treat us
like animals.

Pay us nothing.

And everything was damp
and wet all the time...

mold everywhere.

- I'm thinking pesticides led
to an autoimmune reaction--

erythema multiforme.

EM would explain everything.

- Their kidney function's fine.

The rats and the close quarters

are the perfect breeding ground
for the hantavirus.

- Something's off.

We're missing something.
- Really?

I think Sharpe
may have nailed it--hanta.

- No, it's not hantavirus.
- Okay. Because?

- Because...

I have a gut feeling.

- Or you're just
disagreeing with me

because it's my diagnosis.

- Everything okay here?

- Yes.
- It's fine.

- Okay, at the risk
of stepping into something,

I'm gonna make the call.

Treat for hantavirus.

♪

[drill whirring]

- Suction.
- Suction.

[monitor beeping]

[indistinct chatter]

- I dropped a bottle, Iggy.

One stupid bottle.

- [sighs]

I was, um...

I was worried.
- [scoffs]

- You moved the surgery up

because you knew
you wouldn't pass

the medical evaluation.

- I moved up my surgery

to prove the evaluation
wasn't necessary.

- No, Henry, come on--

- I may not be
a young man anymore, Iggy...

but I am a surgeon with over
40 years experience.

And that counts for something.

At least it should count
for something.

[somber music]

[indistinct chatter]

- You really buried the lede

on the whole C-ART device,
didn't you?

Three...

$3 million.

- To be fair, you did say,
"No matter the price."

- No, you're right.
I really should have asked

more prudent
follow-up questions.

Like, "Does it cost
$3 million?"

To be clear,

New Amsterdam will never get
a C-ART device.

- See, what'd I tell you?

The system can't handle
the small things.

Why in the hell
should we be surprised

when it can't handle
the big ones?

- You didn't let me finish.

New Amsterdam will never get
a C-ART device,

so you should do the surgery

at a hospital
that does have one.

- What are you saying?

- University has
a C-ART device.

We have a patient.

Peanut butter, jelly.

- So, as our sister hospital,

they'll let us do
the surgery there?

- Not exactly...
and definitely not for free.

- But her insurance
won't cover University.

- Yeah, and then I can't do
the surgery.

- No, you can't.

But Dr. Merritt can.

Last I checked, he's still
credentialed at Uni.

[upbeat percussion music]

- Okay, wait, wait.

Impersonating another doctor
is grounds for malpractice.

I can lose my license.
I can go to prison.

- Nobody's suggesting

impersonating anyone,
all right?

You are the Chair
of Cardiothoracic Surgery

at New Amsterdam.

Just say that.
- This is crazy.

Even for you.
- You want to help the patient?

This is how.

♪

- [stammering]
Are you really

talking about this?

Sneaking a patient
across the city

into University Hospital?

- If the system can't handle
the little things...

then it certainly won't notice
the big ones.

♪

Sure.

[indistinct chatter
over radio]

♪

- University Hospital.

[sirens wailing]

♪

[indistinct announcements
over PA]

[tense music]

♪

- Can I help you?

- Dr. Nottingham.

I'm here to observe
a C-ART procedure

as part of my residency.

I called earlier.
- Observe who?

- The Chair
of Cardiothoracic Surgery

at New Amsterdam.

It's nice to meet you.

- Dr. Merritt?

- That's what it says
on my door.

- [coughs]

.

- Pushing the delivery system
up to the aortic valve.

- You're nearly there.
- How much longer?

- Ah, ah, ah.

Don't rush me,
and I won't rush you.

- If we get caught,
it's my name on the schedule.

- Well, Dr. Merritt
will cover for you.

- I didn't see anything.

- Thank you, Maren.

- Sheath's in place.

- Got it.

Inflating the balloon.

- Leaflets are moving.

- Maren, you'll feel
some pressure.

Nice and easy.

Almost got it.

- All right,
new aortic valve's in place.

Deflating the balloon.
- Wonderful.

Let's get her back
to our hospital now.

- Dr. Reynolds.
- I see it.

- What?

- A bleed
at the cath insertion site.

It's a common side effect,

but Maren's gonna have
to remain flat

with a sandbag on her hip
to keep the pressure on.

- For how long?

- It looks like
you're gonna have

to do your procedure here
as well.

- But I'm not Dr. Merritt...

either.

♪

[indistinct chatter]

- Got them all on a cocktail
of antivirals,

and we're doing
active fluid replacement.

- Thanks.

- You don't think it's hanta?

- No.

[suspenseful music]

♪

What do I know?

♪

- You know,
Henry was shattered--

just standing there
watching the surgery

go on without him.

It's like looking
at a broken man.

- You did the right thing.

- [sighs] Did I?
- Yeah.

- Then why do I find myself
trying to recall

Judas' good traits?

- Iggy, I know
he's a good friend,

but so are you, okay?

You didn't betray him
because somebody could have

gotten hurt or worse.

- Well, his body is going.

His mind is not.

Very few doctors have
that kind of expertise.

I mean, if--if we send him
on his way,

all that knowledge,
all that expertise

goes out the door with him.

You know, we might as well be
saying, "Hey, Doc, thank you.

You're ancient.
Don't need you anymore."

Don't let the door hit you
on the wrinkly old ass

on the way out."

- [clears throat]
- Hi.

Oh.

Hello.

How are you?
all: Hello.

- Good-bye, Iggy.

- Huh?
- Leave.

- Yes, I'm sorry.

Bye.

- Um, I'll be back in ten.

I just need to fire
a few people.

[giggles]

- You know you can't, uh,
fire me, right?

- I was referring to Iggy.

- Yeah, you can't
fire him either.

- Yes, I know, Max.

But it makes me look in charge,

and right now I could use
a little bit of that.

- How are things
with you and Bloom?

- Fine.

Um, h-how are you feeling?

- Good, yeah.

Aside from Iggy starting
an international rumor

that we traffic in ageism,
pretty...

[clicks tongue]
Good.

- Your nausea?

- Chemo tried to slow
this man down,

but you know what?
- It failed?

- No, it succeeded,
big-time.

But, uh, the drugs you gave me
are helping.

- Good.

Well, it sounds like you're
in the right frame of mind

to start radiation.

Aren't you glad you swung by?

- [sighs]

So glad.

- [drawn out]
Okay.

Everyone just act normal,
like you belong here.

- Like we're doctors
in a hospital?

- MRI lab is down this way.

- How are we gonna get in?

- You might have
to schedule us again.

- I'm starting to miss
the real Dr. Merritt.

- How are you doing, Maren?
- Nervous. [sighs]

I haven't let myself be hopeful
in a very, very long time.

- I know this whole process
has been rather unorthodox,

but I made you a promise,
and promise I will keep.

- Dr. Kapoor,
what are you doing here?

- [chuckles]

Funny story, actually.

Dr. Carlebach was one
of my best interns

back in the day.

And now he's this
big-time neurologist

here in University.
[laughs]

- Yeah, Dr. Kapoor tried
to recruit me to New Amsterdam.

I wanted to go--
I really did, Vijay--

but my med school loans
were out of control.

I had to go private.

- It's nice to meet you.
- Likewise.

I got to admit,

I still miss my days
at The Dam.

Making the most out of nothing,
thinking outside the box.

Always such an adventure.

[indistinct announcements
over PA]

- Funny you should say that,
Dr. Carlebach.

[sighs]

[dramatic music]

[MRI machine whirring]

- [through speaker]
Initiating sonication pulse.

And going again.

- [through speaker]
Mrs. Thompson, we're using

high-intensity
focused ultrasound

to pinpoint the tumor
at the base of your brain.

- [through speaker]
Oh, okay.

- Maren, how are you feeling?

- [mutters]

Honestly, I don't know.

I thought I was doing this

so that I could see
my daughter's face, but...

[sighs]
I don't think I am.

I think...

I wanted her to see mine.

I want--I want her
to see me seeing her,

being...
[sighs]

Proud and growing up
and falling down,

being scared.

I want her to know...

all her life...

that she's seen.

[hopeful music]

♪

- The tumor is responding.

♪

[indistinct chatter,
siren wailing]

- Hey.

Is, uh, this seat taken?

You know, we're, uh, doing
everything we can for Miguel...

and the others.

- Thank you.

- What's that?

- A santo.

After Maria, our house
was just mud and water

and the trunk of a huge tree
where my bedroom once stood.

I went to a santeroin town
and asked him to carve this

from the wood of that tree.

- As a reminder?
- No, no.

There are many a santo
on the island.

This one is Anima Sola--

the Lonely Soul.

She is in Purgatory,
bound to the flames forever.

And I pray to her
for strength and patience...

and redemption.

- Why redemption?

- I, um...

I liked to drink...

too much.

And I could not stop.

And I would be dead
if not for her.

She helps me to say no.

She reminds me to always think
of tomorrow.

She keeps me alive.

- And yet you work
on a vineyard...

- [chuckles]

- Surrounded by temptation
every day.

- Miguel helps me with that.

Never lets the others tempt me
with the angel's share.

- "Angel's share"?

- In the barrels,
the top layer of wine?

It evaporates.

They call that
the angel's share.

- I like that.

- So do all my friends,
believe me,

and all the other workers.

At the end of a shift,

they would dip into the crush
and drink.

After the way they treated us,

they felt like they deserved
a little taste.

[somber music]

- Well, I'm sure the angels
would agree.

♪

[pager vibrating]

[tense music]

- Blood pressure 60 over palp.

- Then he's fading fast.
- Add Dobutamine.

Ten micrograms per minute.

- It's odd that his heart rate
is 78.

It should be 178.
The antivirals aren't working.

- Mariana!

Mariana, hang a bag
of streptomycin!

- Wait, no, no, no, no, no!

The hantavirus
is affecting his heart!

He needs a pacing wire.

- No, He needs
streptomycin, okay?

I-I don't have time
to explain.

Do you trust me or not?

♪

- I am setting up
a pacing wire.

♪

Lauren, you open this door!

Lauren!

What are you doing?
Don't do this!

- Call Dr. Goodwin.

[machine whirring]

[cell phone vibrating]

♪

.

- [breathes deeply]

- Ready?
- [laughs]

- Come here.

Here we go.

[hopeful music]

- Mommy, will you be able
to see me?

- Oh, I hope so, honey.
- Almost there.

♪

- [chuckles]

♪

[exhales deeply]

♪

- [chuckles]

♪

- What do you see,
Mrs. Thompson?

♪

- Mommy?

[melancholy music]

♪

- [sniffles]
It's okay, baby.

♪

Because in my head
and my heart, I see you...

so clearly, okay?

I see you perfectly.

- I don't understand.

I thought you said
it was gonna work?

♪

- The tumors were destroyed.

Surgery should have worked.

♪

- There must be something
we missed.

♪

[indistinct announcements
over PA]

[tense music]

- Miguel Arroyo is stable.

Let's, um--let's treat
the others

for oropharyngeal tularemia.

They got it from drinking
partially fermented wine

right out of the barrels.

♪

That's why Ivan never showed
signs of illness.

He's sober.

♪

You know, you and I
working together like this...

♪

It's not gonna work.

- You're right.

♪

- Oh, hey, how was your
radiation treatment?

- Mm, like
a relaxing vacation...

at Chernobyl.

- Right.

Henry, hi.

- Um...

if this is about
the exit paperwork,

I was about to get to it.

- Yeah, good.
Great, okay.

Don't get to it.

- Excuse me?

- Because you're not exiting.

[hopeful music]

Can I tell him because of your
whole throat thing?

- Could I stop you
if I wanted to?

- No.

Okay, I am, uh...

very happy to tell you
that we here at New Amsterdam

would officially like
to offer you

the brand-new position
of Chair of Telemedicine.

- "Telemedicine"?
- Video conferencing.

We can reach
our sister hospitals

in Latin American,
disaster sites,

war zones,
all around the world.

- Yeah, all in need
of experienced doctors like you

to help guide and consult them
through complicated surgeries.

- Surgeries that you've done
hundreds of times.

- I, uh...

♪

Thank you.

- It's your experience
that's irreplaceable...

not your hands.

♪

- I just don't see anything.

- May I touch your face
to perform an examination?

- Yeah, that's fine.

- Please close your eyes.
- Mm.

- I would like
to try latanoprost.

- That's...

- Uh, what's wrong?

- Your eyes are harder
than they should be.

This indicates glaucoma
might have developed.

But there is no way
you would have

ever known about it.

- There's always
a catch, right?

- Please lean your head back
for me.

- Yeah.

- Blink.

- [sniffs]

[upbeat music]

♪

[laughs]

♪

[gasps, laughs]

♪

[laughs]

[laughing]

♪

[sniffles]

♪

Oh, that's
a beautiful drawing, baby.

♪

Yeah.

Oh.

- Can you see us?

- Yes, my love, I can see you.

Can you see me?
- I can see you.

- You can?
[laughs]

♪

- [sighs]
I can see.

♪

- It turns out
being Dr. Merritt

does have its advantages.

♪

- [crying softly]

Come here.
Oh...

[all laughing]

I see you.

♪

- Retractor.

♪

- Hey.

Oh, looks like someone's
feeling better.

No, don't thank me.

Thank your brother
and his santo.

She told me the answer.

- El Anima Sola?
- Yes.

- You two are really lucky
to have each other.

I, uh...

don't really get along
with my real sister.

But what you two have...

you're gonna rebuild.

[hopeful music]

I know it.

- Here.

Please, for you.

- No, I-I can't--
- Yes, yes, yes.

I insist.

My brother, he will
take care of me,

and Anima Sola,
she will take care of you.

♪

- Thank you.

♪

[melancholy music]

- [clears throat]

♪

- Max?

♪

- What's wrong?

♪

- I've, um...

I've been round and round
in my head,

but I can't see
that there's any other way.

- Helen?

♪

- This is harder
than I thought.

♪

I think that I need to report
an impaired physician.

- No, we already
took care of it.

There's no--
- Max...

I'm talking about Bloom.

♪

- Babe, is that you?

- Yep.

[hopeful music]

♪

- Hey.
- Hi.

- How is the guy
who's not about

to let cancer slow him down?

- [laughs]

Profoundly humbled.

♪

- I made dinner.

Steak, baked potato,
and broccoli.

- Wow.
[chuckles]

♪

- Chemo?

- Radiation.

My throat, it's already--
- Oh, babe.

- Helen said that
I wouldn't even feel it

for four to five days.

- Well, you really are special.

- So special.
- [laughs]

- It smells...

it smells amazing.
[chuckles]

Sorry.
- Hey...

you have nothing
to be sorry about.

- Maybe you should put me
in the return pile.

- [chuckles]
Nope.

[sniffles]
You are a keeper.

- [chuckles]

♪

- [sniffles]

♪

- Stay there.

♪

- [chuckles]

♪

[thunder rumbles]

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