All language subtitles for The Good Doctor S03E13 Sex and Death E

Someone had a good night.

Do you think all of these people
have had sex?

And if so, shouldn't
they be more happy?

Maybe their experiences
weren't as recent as yours.

I think about sex with everyone.

But mostly with Carly.
She and I are very compatible.

That's great, Shaun,
but HR might not approve.

About me thinking of sex?

No, about saying
you're thinking about sex.

And stop it.

Smiling while talking to a dying man
is not cool.

Dr. Blaize recommended we speak
to you about a permanent port.

It would simplify your
chemo sessions.

No more hunting
for a vein every time.

Anything to help with the nausea?

It's a normal side effect.

Anything you can do
for the exhaustion?

Anything... so that my
muscles don't ache?

But you can keep me
from being stuck by a needle?

- They're trying to help.
- I know.

All the doctors are trying to help.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

But I don't need the port.

And I don't need any more chemo.

Of course you do.
It's going to give you more time.

Honey, I'm miserable.

Cerebral cavernous malformations,

leads to bleeding, clots, seizures,
muscle weakness, even paralysis.

You have clusters of them.
And they're getting worse.

The woman at Hopkins gave me a year.

Mass General, two years.

So what? Figured I'd give you three?

Some new treatment...

You know the treatment, Caroline.
A lobectomy.

I love the way surgeons
blithely suggest

cutting through my cerebral cortex
to remove part of my brain.

Why not just take an egg slicer
to my ability to paint?

Yes. It will likely lead

to a curtailment
of your ability to be creative,

but all of your other faculties
will remain intact.

I had a severe prognosis
of my own, recently.

Surgery, chemo, radiation, the works.

My greatest fear wasn't

at the edges of the spectrum,
it wasn't life or death.

My greatest fear was survival
as something lesser.

Then you know.

And then I had a revelation of sorts.

Who I am, how I think of myself,
isn't defined by my skill as a surgeon.

I'm seeing you as a courtesy,
I don't do this anymore.

And guess what? I'm fine.

I'm happier.

You could have 20, 30 more years
with your family.

A balanced life isn't necessarily
a lesser life.

I disagree.

Twenty bucks says Shaun mentions sex
in front of a patient

- in the next 24 hours.
- He's excited.

I'm sure you were
when a new world opened up,

- but he knows better...
- Twenty bucks.

- No.
- Morgan!

- Oh, I was hoping I'd see you.
- Hello.

Perfect, I was just wondering
where to get lunch around here.

Any genre,
as long as it's locally sourced.

Is this a friend?
I'm Caroline Reznick.

Oh, hi.

My mother.

What are you doing here?

What beautiful eyes!

I hope... someone... paints...

Mom! Mom! Mom!

- Mom, can you hear me?
- Code blue. We need a crash cart.

I've come to take you to lunch.

It's only 11:15.

Morgan told me that it might be
considered unprofessional

to discuss sex on the job.

- So when you say "lunch"...
- It's sex.

I am expected to be here working.

People in the Pathology Lab take two
15-minute breaks on their shift.

If they were combined into one,

and we used the bus that stops out front
at 11:25 with one returning at 12:15,

and we borrowed some
of your lunch hour,

you only require 22 minutes
to eat a sandwich,

there would be just enough time
to get to your apartment and back.

Have you noticed the time
you've allotted for lunch

is fairly short?

Long enough.

Long enough for you, not for me.

You've only had sex
once in your life.

No one expects you to win awards,
and it was lovely sharing the moment.

Are you implying
the sex could be improved on?

Yes.

- Does that bother you?
- No.

I have no objection to improving sex.

Although, I thought
it was already excellent.

I'll work on it.

Found the source of the bleed.

Suctioning and
evacuating the clot cavity.

The Cav Mals are everywhere.

She could have a massive bleed
at any time.

I thought Morgan's
parents were doctors.

I heard that too.
Why would Morgan let us think...

Maybe save the speculation

until your hands
aren't in my mother's skull.

Use your inside voice,
Morgan. Turn down the volume.

Irrigate and remove the cottonoid.

Why didn't she tell us she was
one of those Reznicks?

Caroline Reznick, painter.

Her son's a sculptor,
daughter's a composer.

Didn't know she had another kid.

They're famous,
if you're into the arts at all.

- Mia got you going to galleries?
- Kind of loving it.

I've failed Carly twice.

Did you forget her birthday
or stand her up?

Are you talking about sex?

Oh. Morgan says HR would prefer
I avoid that word.

Just to be clear,
are you saying she...

- Are you saying she didn't...
- There was no parade.

Oh.

There was a parade for me,

but there was no parade for Carly.
I want to give her a parade.

I'll continue reading.

Wait, Shaun, reading's a great start,
but Carly's a person.

You need to communicate with her,
ask her what she likes.

Yes. I'll make an extensive list
of questions.

It's not just about
questions and answers.

Non-verbal communication
is pretty key in this area.

I'm not good
with non-verbal communication.

Watch her reactions,
see what Carly responds to.

You'll figure this out.

Mrs. Reznick, I'm Dr. Park. Dr. Murphy,
Dr. Browne. How are you feeling?

Excellent,

and flattered that three surgeons
are here to check on me.

They're curious.

About what monster created me.

Oh, I'm sure that's not true.

Morgan, you're smart and nice
and perfectly normal.

I don't think she's
all of those things.

You guys here to take her vitals,
check her for any deficits,

and maybe let her know

that she's just going
to keep getting worse and die?

Your daughter's right, Mrs. Reznick,
if you don't...

Dr. Browne, the daylilies go so well
with your eyes, please take them.

This variety is from the Himalayas.

Um, heh.

Please.

I really am grateful to you all.

I'm asking other people
to take over my cases.

Check your inbox and you'll see
the three I've given you.

In your language, the word "ask"
must mean something different.

You're a caring, empathetic person
and my mother is sick.

As long as we're having
a moment of honesty...

why do you hate your family?

You told me your mother
was a cardiologist.

No, you told me
my mother was a cardiologist.

I can't correct all your mistakes.

Was that the mother
you wanted to have?

I used to daydream
my mother was a lawyer.

That's just weird.

I'm Oliver.

I have a malignant peripheral
nerve sheath tumor,

so I've only got six months to live.

I'm Dr. Melendez.

- What happened to your foot?
- Skydiving. Heh-heh-heh.

First time.

They coached me how to roll,
but it didn't quite work out.

- He rented a plane.
- A small one.

All the classes were full,
I did not want to wait.

- You should have come with me.
- I'm afraid of heights.

So was I. Not anymore!

- Ha-ha.
- Hmm.

Nothing's broken.

Ice it tonight, try to stay off it
for a few days.

Give you 12 hours.

Lots to do, so I might be okay
with limping.

As long as I'm here, can I get
vaccinated for tropical diseases?

Thinking about moving somewhere

the weather will be perfect
the next six months.

The dry season in Costa Rica
is just beginning.

Excellent. I've always wanted
to see Costa Rica.

They have mantled howler monkeys

that make this haunting call at dawn
and dusk.

Wouldn't that be great to wake up to?

Oliver,
skydiving doesn't bring happiness.

Neither do monkey howls.

You're gonna tell a dying guy
he can't do what he wants to?

No.

Get me the shots.

What happened to the patient
who was in here?

She checked herself out.

I knew I had to be in early,
so I tried not to wake you.

Appreciate it.

I've brought you a jelly doughnut
and coffee.

- Thank you.
- To celebrate last night's breakthrough.

What breakthrough was that?

Last night...

You had a parade.

During lunch, you made a lot of noise.

One fairly loud noise, a moan.

Oh.

Right, right.

You had your elbow on my hair.

I had a great time last night,

and I really appreciate how much
effort you put into my happiness.

- But no parade.
- Parades aren't always required.

I'll keep working on it.

Cassie, stay in Hong Kong.

It would be ridiculous to miss
the premiere of your symphony

because of a medical glitch.
I have to go, your sister's here. Bye.

You're in time for brunch.

I didn't know where
you were staying.

If you'd left town,
if you'd gone home.

I got your new housekeeper on the phone
and convinced her I was your daughter.

- She said you'd never mentioned me.
- Blanca's very forgetful.

Pull up a chair.
Your brother's out getting salmon.

- Ariel's here?
- He got great news.

Million-dollar commission,
a bronze piece on the mall.

I'm thrilled. Can we talk about
the fact that you're dying?

No.

I'm having a good arthritis day,
why shouldn't I feel happy?

You're lucky you didn't inherit
anything from me.

Morgan.

I thought Mom ditched
the medical police.

Right, the bad guys trying
to keep her alive.

We've tried to change her mind,
but you know what she's like.

I'm using a little sriracha. Just to
throttle your taste buds. Thank you.

I've been strategizing with Cassie
via e-mail,

trying to figure out a way
to convince Mom...

Did it occur to either of you to mention
this to the only doctor in the family?

Plenty of doctors already involved,

and you barely consider yourself
part of this family.

You exclude me, and it's my fault?

Morgan, in high school, kids kept
asking about my parents, the spies.

And my friend, Joel, at Georgetown,

said you told people your parents
were in the Peace Corps.

And that you were an only child.

I got tired of fielding questions
about my famous mother.

- It doesn't mean...
- Only child.

You're offended that you weren't
in the family I completely made up?

I got tired of hearing,
"Your mother is so talented,

how wonderful
your brother's an artist,

how amazing Cassie writes music,
what do you do?"

Mom! Grab the towel.

It's not just about
what you do physically,

it's about setting a scene,
offering inspiration.

Do you know what movies she likes
or what actors she thinks are sexy?

She likes the Alien movies.

Something else?

She loves Outlander.

- That is a good idea.
- Where the hell is everybody?

Complex partial seizure,
cut her finger with an electric knife.

Knuckle's still there but we need
to get her to an OR.

Whoa!
No one touches that but the surgeon.

Bloody towels get thrown out all the time.

I'm not dumpster diving
while cells die.

The last of the circumferential sutures.

Good capillary refill in the fingertip.

What if this wasn't caused
by the Cav Mals?

First the bleeding, then the seizure,
pretty typical progression.

It's also possible
the bleeding caused the seizure.

Microbleeds can cause gliosis
and that can cause a seizure.

And if the seizure
was caused by gliosis,

we could simply remove
that one bit of damaged tissue.

- She'd still be terminal but...
- Shaun is right, but he's wrong.

Volume!

Shaun's idea could stop the seizures

and let her keep painting
for the time she has left.

That's something she'll agree to,
which is why he's wrong.

If she stops having the seizures,

there's no way she'll have the
lobectomy that will save her.

We don't choose procedures
to manipulate patients.

No, we choose procedures based on
what will have the greatest benefit.

Dr. Melendez, I'd like
to excuse myself

- to speak with the patient's daughter.
- Please.

I know not disclosing a treatment
is borderline unethical,

but when there is a cure
the patient is ignoring...

- You don't want her to die.
- Thanks for the summation.

But have you considered
it might be more than that?

This cure, it doesn't come
without a cost to your mother,

but to you...

If your mother loses her artistic
ability, your relationship changes.

If she loses the thing
she lords over you, she'd...

Maybe she'd be nicer.

You hate the way she looks at you.

But that is who she is.

Let's try it Shaun's way.

Sorry about this all-nighter,

but sleeplessness will increase
the odds of a seizure.

Which isn't pleasant, but we need it.

All this equipment will tell us
if it was caused by the Cav Mals

or by a remote microbleed.

You want me to put on the TV?
I can find something suitably irritating.

Don't bother, I'll be staying.

"Cavernous malformations
may leak blood,

leading to
brain hemorrhage, seizures,

loss of sensation,
risk of paralysis..."

If you have to do this, can't you find
some Harry Potter or something?

We can look forward.

Or we can look back.

Do you want to discuss
what a lousy mother you were?

Baby, I know that stress and anger
can increase the chance of a seizure,

- and you're so sweet to try...
- Shall we go chronologically?

First day of pre-school,
when you promised to pick me up,

but you forgot because you
were showing Ariel

how to under-paint with raw umber.

You wore a kilt? How did it go?

We binge-watched six episodes
of Outlander,

and she fell asleep on the sofa.
So I came back to work.

Hi, I'm Oliver,
I have six months to live.

- Hello, Dr. Murphy.
- I'm Dr. Park.

- I went out...
- In a new Ferrari.

But when I got home,
I started to feel dizzy,

sick to my stomach,

fainted and hit my head.

I might've been poisoned
by the fugu fish.

You ate a fish
you knew might kill you.

You're emptying the bank accounts.

Only my retirement savings,
which I'm not going to need.

You don't have fugu poisoning.

I know because you're not
already paralyzed or dead.

Ow.

We'll keep you for observation
and run some tests.

How long?

- We have a room booked in Costa Rica.
- Enough.

I can't quit my job
and move to the jungle.

Actually, you can.

I won't stay here.

You're gonna leave me?

I've invited you to come with me.

I want us to see Costa Rica together.

You're choosing howler
monkeys over me?

That's where I rank,
behind the monkeys?

Bella, I love you.

I've loved our 20 years together.

I want to see Costa Rica.

I want you to come with me.

But I'm going either way.

Go.

I don't want to spend
whatever time is left with...

whoever you are now.

I'm happy.

I thought I made you happy.

Jumping ahead. The day I won
the regional science fair,

beating five other schools, including
those nerds from Alston Prep.

Do you know what you said to me?

That you were so glad
I had something to fall back on.

I'm aware of your feelings about me
as a mother.

I'm aware that
our values are different.

It doesn't mean I don't love you.

I always have.

It didn't matter
that you weren't creative.

You seriously don't think
there's creativity in what I do?

I think that's something
technical people tell themselves.

But it's not a moral judgment,

it's the luck of the draw.

I'm an artist, you're a...
hard worker.

August 12th, 2014.

- Times art section...
- I don't want to hear it.

"Caroline Reznick's
showing at the Armory

is a lesson in what happens
when a once-interesting artist

- sits too long on her laurels."
- That woman hated me for years.

She was waiting for an opportunity...

"Bad judgment doesn't begin
to explain what went wrong

with every stroke
of this ill-conceived..."

I mean, really, how many negative
words can you pile together?

And she hasn't even gotten to that
part about that Modern Madonna piece

that you were so proud of.

Remember what she called it?

Put that thing down!

I'm sorry. It's not gliosis.

I went through that for nothing?

Mom, we eliminated a possibility,
that's not nothing.

It's a day I spent in this hospital
when I could've been home, working.

How soon can I be discharged?

You need to rest for a day.

And then we can say goodbye.

If I only had six months to live,
I would not stop being a surgeon.

I would. I'd move from spa to spa,

having massages and drinks
with little umbrellas.

Then I'd throw a party in the penthouse
of the Four Seasons.

And after everybody left,

I'd go into the marble bathroom
and painlessly self-euthanize.

But, obviously, I'd leave a big tip
for housekeeping.

You're very like your mother.

- That's not something I hear a lot.
- Well, he's right.

You would reign like a queen
over your own death,

insisting on absolute control.

I just meant you each have a funny way

of picking things up
with both hands sometimes.

I don't think
this is anatomically correct.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Stereotactic laser ablation.

You worked with one of the people
who developed the technique.

We never used to call it that.
I never liked that name.

Also, it's never been used
in cerebral cavernous malformations.

Not yet.

It would allow us
to target the malformations,

without needing to slice
all those cerebral fibers

or remove a chunk
of my mother's brain.

It would have to be applied

to each malformation
with exact precision.

- Okay, so do that.
- You can't.

You're gonna make
a mistake on one or two.

Then you got more bleeding, seizures,

you got inflamed malformations
growing out of control...

You can.

Even if I was still a neurosurgeon,
which I'm not, I wouldn't.

You don't get to quit who you are.

How long has it been
since you had your hands

inside the source
of what makes us human?

That flow, in surgery,
knowing every move

and just feeling how right it is,
that's peak existence.

Sorry, I'm not gonna do the surgery.

Are you... Are you scared
to pick up a scalpel?

You had months of chemo
and radiation, maybe it took its toll.

Even a 10 percent drop in performance
would be unbearable.

Why risk finding it out?

Get out.

Skydiving? Fugu?

And apparently, a yellow suit.

Do you think a deadline like he has
burns you down to who you really are?

Or does it just make you nuts
and desperate?

Why can't it be both?

Hmm.

Okay. Um, a little house
in the middle of nowhere.

Two chickens, one dog.

Nobody who expects anything from me.
Nobody who's even verbal.

Okay, I'm tired of trying to fix myself.

And I'm tired of being known
as a soft touch.

Not buying it.

There is no way you would get a dog
if you only had six months to live.

It wouldn't be fair.

Okay, then, I would foster
a series of rescue dogs.

You're tired of being a soft touch,

and yet your fantasy
involves helping.

We are who we are.

It's called stereotactic laser ablation.

Never liked the name.

He said it's minimally invasive
and if it works, it would save my life

and allow me to continue painting.

If I win, I win everything.

And if I lose, it's over.

When you first came to see
Dr. Glassman,

he didn't offer this option. Why not?

Stereotactic laser ablation
is a new technique,

and it's never been used
on a Cav Mal patient.

So he just didn't think of it,
but then it came to him?

It was my idea.

Well, Dr. Glassman
didn't sugarcoat the risks.

This is the last chance
you've got to keep your art.

I'm not going to complete my work
if I'm dead.

No.

But thank you so much for trying.

Why didn't you back me up?

I didn't know you were going to throw
this crapshoot at us.

Do you even listen
to what she's been saying?

She wants to finish her work.

She could live another 40 years
and her art would grow with her.

Don't pretend those words mean
anything to you.

You don't give a damn about art.

Her family could grow with her,
her children, her grandchildren.

You and her don't give a damn
about anything except for art.

You need to listen to me
and do what I tell you.

This is why we didn't call you.

Well, the competition in that family
must have been like a buzz saw.

Please.

It's perfectly reasonable to get out
of a game you can't win.

You did everything right.

Moved 3000 miles,
found your own calling,

a career people respect and value.

Actually, there's a good
comparative measure

for how people value things,
we call it money.

And my brother's already a million ahead.

See how you went straight
to your brother?

Did you ever think he might be tired
of being your competitor?

He won a long time ago.

That's why I left that
dysfunction behind.

Really?

Because it seems to me you re-created
the competition you grew up with

the very first day you got here.

Shingles? Like from chicken pox?

The virus was dormant,

then your chemo suppressed your
immune system and the virus woke up.

It can be painful,
but the treatment is very simple.

Want us to call your wife?

No, thank you.

Just fix me up
and release me into the wild.

Back to the bucket list.

She was right.

I'm not the same person.

I'm doing what we all should be doing.

We all want to cut loose,
but we're just too practical.

If this had not happened,

I might have lived to be 90,
never looking up.

Dr. Murphy, what do you want to do

that you haven't done yet?
What makes you happy?

- I want to give Carly...
- Shaun.

Oh.

I like a crisp apple.

The way the sunlight
hits my bedsheets in the morning

in a perfect square.

I like the movement of wind in leaves.

And the way
the circumference of a circle

is always equal to
pi times the diameter,

no matter what numbers you put in.

You like the happiness
of small things.

Yes. Your happiness is too loud.

Shake your head again.

Didn't he have a muscle issue?
His range of motion seems good.

All the better for zip-lining
in Costa Rica, right?

Not right.

We need more tests.

I'm sorry.

I know we want the same things.

I'd like to show you something.

Neurons that fire together
wire together.

One neuron goes off,
exciting the next,

creating a pathway in the brain
that wasn't there before.

Every time Mom takes a brushstroke,
every time you use a chisel,

it's like we're creating ourselves
in the choices we make.

We're creating this.

It's beautiful.

We target each malformation
with a thermal laser probe.

Just the malformation.

The trajectory has to be perfect.

You can't paint over it.

You could show this to Mom.

But from you, she'll accept it.

Inserting the laser probe
into the cooling catheter.

Locked and loaded, ready to fire.

Dr. Glassman, are you sure
of this location?

It seems significantly far from
what we saw on her pre-surgical MRIs.

You know what the brain
and breakfast cereal have in common?

Contents tend to shift during transport.

Yes, I'm quite sure.

First ablation complete.

Now we just have to do it perfectly
nine more times.

- It's gone?
- Well, not quite, but close.

The infections got into the tumor...

Which allowed your immune system
to find it.

But they said it was
an aggressive cancer.

What makes a cancer aggressive
is its ability to evade the immune system.

That's no longer true about yours.

The tumor has become small enough
to remove surgically.

We can make an appointment
to do that in a few days,

once the infection has fully cleared
your system. Meanwhile,

you can go home.

Congratulations.

Home?

How do you feel?

Tired of being in this place.

Reasonable answer.
Do you feel your creativity is impaired?

Isn't that the graphic you use
to sign your paintings?

Thank you for knowing that.

Ariel was afraid
you'd feel vandalized.

Don't be silly.

We'll auction off the door.

Mom, you've thanked your doctors,
but you haven't said anything to Morgan.

Getting out of this mess intact,
that's down to her.

Oh, yes, I know.

I owe you everything.

Thank you for saving my life.

You're welcome.

Our little plodder came through.

Not everybody gets a parade.
Maybe Carly doesn't have them.

Maybe I haven't practiced enough.

I've worked on my surgical technique
for hundreds of hours.

You can't just take the pizza
out of the freezer and dig in.

You have to put it
in the microwave first.

Actually, Dr. Lim, a toaster oven
is better for the crust.

She's not talking about pizza, Shaun.

Men your age run out of patience.

They turn off the microwave
before that pizza's ready.

- You want to give a parade, Shaun?
- Yes.

- You want to give a great parade?
- Are there differences in parades?

Some have balloons
and marching bands.

Other parades are sparsely attended.

I want Carly to have
the best parade possible.

I know you do.

Just as you want
to be the best surgeon possible.

When you're in the OR,
you commit totally.

You persevere.
Everything else falls away,

you focus entirely
on what you're doing.

That's your superpower.

Now, I want you to take Carly home
and work that parade route,

and don't stop
until the band begins playing.

And then go three percent longer.

I will.

See you tomorrow.

All that focus...

It's strangely intriguing.

If I only had six months to live,

I wouldn't want to be anywhere
but where I am.

♪ If you come to find out who you are ♪

♪ And may you find out ♪

♪ May you find out who you are ♪

Are you getting on?

♪ And if you come to search
For what is lost ♪

No.

♪ Then may you find it ♪

♪ May you find it at any cost ♪

♪ And if you come over from far ♪

♪ May it not touch you
Or ever do you harm ♪

♪ Passing slowly through the town ♪

♪ My feet, they cannot
touch the ground ♪

♪ Of the parade ♪♪