.
- When I was on the COVID ward,
I felt like I was a part of something.
I'd like to feel that again.
- This study's exclusionary criteria
weed out a lot of patients.
- I'd like to help.
- The transfer to Arizona came through.
- You can't just take Anna 1,000 miles away
without discussing it with me.
- Dad, I don't wanna go to Phoenix.
- We really wanna end up in court over this?
[tense music]
- I thought it was over for us today.
- Yeah. Me too.
♪
[soft music]
♪
[keys clatter]
- [grunts softly]
- [exhales softly]
- You're good to go, Dr. Halstead.
Booster in two weeks.
- Thank you.
- Will, morning.
- Morning.
- [laughs] - Thank you.
Pretty exciting day, huh?
- I have to admit.
I got a little teary-eyed walking in here.
After all these months...
- Yeah, I know.
Finally feels like we're approaching
the other side of this.
- Dr. Virani?
- And not a moment too soon.
- Good morning, April.
- Good morning.
- Welcome back, Noah.
- Hey. - Missed you around here.
How was the research rotation?
- You know, it wasn't too bad.
Kind of interesting actually.
- Uh-oh. We're losing him to the bench?
- Oh, no. I need him where I can see him.
- So what's up with you?
Fresh cut, white coat.
Big promotion or a girl?
- Neither.
I'm just trying to step it up a little bit.
Look a little more professional.
- He is the co-PI on a new clinical trial.
- Okay, big time!
- I'll catch you two later. - Mm-hmm.
- Leaving the little people behind.
- [laughs]
- And I thought I was the light sleeper.
- Hey.
- So you slipped out on me this morning.
Didn't scare you off, did I?
- No. I had to come in early.
Catch up on some charting.
I thought you could use the rest.
[laughs] - My place tonight?
- We'll see.
[machinery beeping]
- Choi, Marcel, we got two victims incoming.
Elderly couple found unconscious in their home.
Both tested negative for COVID in the ambo.
- Phyllis Coleman, 68-year-old female.
Found pulseless at the scene.
Compressions started in the field.
3 rounds of epi in the ambo.
- We'll take her to 3. - Where's the husband?
- Right behind me.
- James Coleman, 69-year-old male,
obtunded but rousable.
BP 128 over 78. Pulse 110.
- Any idea what knocked 'em both out?
- Gas leak. Home reeked of sulfur.
- Okay. What about this?
- Looks like he fell out of his chair
after he lost consciousness.
- Here we go. On my count.
One, two, three.
All right.
Lungs are clear.
Mr. Coleman, can you hear me?
- Maggie says you might need some help.
Wait. Is that Dr. Coleman?
- You know him? - Guy's a legend.
Founded the largest free clinic on the southside.
- That's right. Read about him in the "Trib."
- Dr. Marcel, he's barely protecting his airway.
- Sexton, set up a nasal airway.
Here we go.
- [grunting]
- Welcome back, Dr. Coleman.
- What's going on? Where am I?
- There was a gas leak in your home.
You and your wife were brought here.
- Phyllis! - Yes.
- Where is Phyllis? - She's here.
I just need you to relax for a moment.
Okay, no, no, no. I need you to lie back down.
Okay, listen.
Dr. Sexton's gonna go check on your wife, all right?
But I need you to stay calm for me.
- Um, what's Ms. Coleman's status?
- Couldn't revive her. She's gone.
[tense music]
♪
- I'm so sorry.
- [sobbing]
Phyllis! Me!
Take me! - Dr. Coleman, no--
All right, I need you to take a deep breath.
- Sats are down to 88.
- Shouldn't his sats be coming up?
- Yeah. - Maybe he aspirated.
- Don't know. Something else is up.
All right, I'm intubating, let's go.
100 of sux, 20 of etomidate.
Come on! Laryngoscope!
[dramatic music]
♪
.
- Coffee for Charles.
- At 5:00 this morning, right?
Will you leave it for a minute? I'm at work.
- Oh-- - I'm moving out.
- Good morning.
- Hey.
Ooh. You bought me a coffee.
[laughs] - Of course, I did.
They spelled your name wrong.
- Daniel-- [laughs]
You stole somebody's coffee?
- I left him 5 bucks. He's an old friend of mine.
- [laughing]
Well, at least it's the way I like it.
- I guess it's your lucky day.
- Mm. Not so much.
Michael pissed me off this morning.
So now he's sour with me.
Been back to work one day.
He's already apartment hunting.
- Huh.
- I told him--I said, "Stay put with me.
Build a little nest egg." You know?
He's been quarantining with me since March.
You know, what's a few more months?
What? - Well, I don't know.
I mean, he's a grown man, right?
It's probably a point of pride.
- Please.
I know Michael. This is what he does.
He makes impulsive decisions.
I'm all for him getting back on his feet,
but the ground's got to be sturdy.
- Fair enough.
- Anyway, what's your day like?
Office hours?
- Yeah, and um, mediation with Susan.
- You mean she's really serious
about taking Anna to Arizona with her?
- Oh, she's serious.
- And how does-- how is Anna taking this thing?
I mean, parents at odds--
kids can feel like they have to pick sides.
- I think she's fine.
Yeah.
She--she--she's fine.
[tense music]
- And what were you and lover boy
chatting about this morning?
- Crockett? - Yeah.
- I was just asking his advice on a patient.
[whispers] Come here.
Okay.
I slept with him last night.
- Nat! How was it?
- It was good. It was fun.
Um, but before you say anything, okay,
I am under no illusions.
I know Crockett's reputation.
- I didn't think that was your vibe though.
- Well, it's not, but he's got like this...
- [growls]
- No! This other side to him.
- [laughing] All right, okay.
- Look--maybe I'm okay keeping it casual, all right?
- Okay.
- Anyway, enough about me.
How are you? How is Auggie?
- We're supposed to get his Heredity and Me results
back soon and see if he has any relatives
that are willing to donate.
- Man, that kid is so lucky to have you in his corner.
You know that, right?
You really are unshakeable, Mags.
Mm. [beeping]
[groans]
I got my highly encouraged AKA mandatory session
with Dr. Charles today.
- Mm. Fun.
- Ugh. - [chuckling]
- Oh, Nat?
Be careful.
I don't wanna see you get hurt.
- Thanks.
- See, Mr. Booker.
I thought I told you you were not allowed back here.
- Any excuse to see that smile.
- Mr. Booker was my patient in the COVID ward,
and he kicked COVID's ass.
So he's not going anywhere.
- Mr. Booker, hi. I'm Dr. Halstead.
So you're experiencing some shortness of breath?
- Yeah.
Been totally bushed these last few weeks too.
- Mm-hmm.
- Sure it doesn't help me working overtime.
The wedding, you know?
- Oh, you're getting hitched?
- Oh, me? Oh, no.
But my daughter.
She's hopeless.
Too many romantic comedies.
- Mm-hmm. Lean forward for me, would you?
- [grunts]
- Huh.
- What?
Is it my lungs again?
- Well, I do hear some crackles.
That means you have fluid in your chest.
- Oh, God.
That's what happened before, right?
With the COVID?
- No, your swab was negative. You don't have it again.
- Is it some kind of long-term damage?
I thought this was behind me, damn it.
- Look--let's just let Dr. Halstead run a few tests
before we get ahead of ourselves, okay?
- Yeah, Mr. Booker, you just relax.
We'll have answers for you soon.
- Sexton, how's Dr. Coleman doing?
- Oh, yeah. Just extubated him.
He's stable and resting.
- Any of the tests up yet?
- Affirmative. Was just pulling 'em up.
Oh, wow.
- Yeah.
Explains why he was decompensating,
even after they removed him from the home.
- It wasn't gas poisoning.
- Nope.
Hey, Dr. Coleman. How ya feeling?
Anything we could do to make you more comfortable?
- [softly] No.
- Just wanted to say, again, how sorry we are for your loss.
- We'll let you rest but, uh,
while it's still fresh in your mind,
is there anything that you remember from this morning?
- Not really.
I just...remember sitting down in my chair.
And I must've dozed off.
I guess that's why I didn't smell the gas.
Listen. Can I go home soon?
I need to start making arrangements for my--
for my Phyllis.
- Yeah. Of course.
I understand.
But, uh, before we can let you go,
we need to discuss your blood work.
We found an extremely high level
of benzos in your system.
- Any idea how they got there?
- Dr. Coleman?
- This wasn't supposed to happen like this.
Lisa wasn't supposed to find us until tonight.
- Lisa?
- Phyllis's caregiver.
I hired her
when Phyllis was diagnosed with ALS.
See, Phyllis was terrified
of ending up paralyzed inside of her body.
And she made me promise that I wouldn't let it happen.
But when the time came to help her...
I knew...I had to go too.
You see, we come here
together from Jamaica,
19 years of age.
I can't live without my Phyllis.
♪
.
- So if Mrs. Coleman died of a drug overdose
and not gas poisoning,
then what about the gas leak?
It was just a coincidence?
- Dr. Coleman created the leak to protect the clinic.
- He didn't want the way in which they died
to negatively impact the work they're doing in the community.
- Wow. All right.
Well, thanks, guys. I'll take it from here.
- Wait. What do you mean?
- I'll notify PD.
- Oh, PD?
What? No.
- Noah, I have to.
- Maybe we could, uh... - What?
Sweep this under the rug?
Guys, we have a confession.
And in the eyes of the law, this was murder.
- It was assisted suicide.
- Not if she didn't put the pills in her own mouth.
- But she couldn't. She was incapacitated.
- Which means she couldn't consent.
And besides, you know assisted suicide is illegal in Illinois.
- Yeah, but she did consent.
She told him this is what she wanted years ago.
- And they even considered moving
to a state where it's legal.
- I'm not passing judgement. That's not my place.
But I have to protect my staff.
If I don't report this,
we're obstructing justice.
♪
- [laughs] Come on.
This wasn't murder.
It was an act of mercy.
- I'm sorry, Noah.
♪
- So you and Ben have had--
you're having quite a first year.
- Mm-hmm.
- I mean, taking in Auggie and then, now COVID.
I mean, that's a lot.
- Actually, I think it's only brought Ben and I closer.
- Well, that's good.
I mean, that's great.
- I am sorry, Dr. Charles.
I'm sorry to be wasting your time,
but I don't think this is for me.
I'm a Lockwood woman. We handle things.
We don't spend a lot of time sitting around and just...
- Talking about your feelings?
- My mom had two jobs when my dad was in grad school
also while raising three kids and caring for her parents,
both of whom were wheelchair-bound.
- Really?
That's a remarkable woman.
- She was.
- Look, Mags, I know that this first one was mandatory.
But I'm here.
I mean, there's no shame in unloading.
I do it all the time. - Thanks.
I'll keep that in mind, Dr. Charles.
Am I dismissed, Doc?
I wanna make sure the ED isn't on fire.
- You are dismissed.
- Thanks.
[elevator dings]
- Why does he always have to be such a hard-ass?
- Look, you know I'm the first one to give Ethan a hard time
when he's being too rigid but--
- Don't tell me you're on his side.
- No. - All we asked him to do
was look the other way. - But now that he's chief,
I think that's a bigger ask than you realize.
To be continued.
- Yep. I see it.
All right.
- Hey, Will.
Did you get Mr. Booker's test results back yet?
- I did.
I'm sorry, April. He's in heart failure.
- What? He cannot catch a break.
First he beats COVID, now this?
- Well, truth is the virus may have actually caused,
or at least exacerbated the problem.
- What about your clinical trial?
Can-- - Yeah, sorry.
I thought about that already.
Unfortunately, Mr. Booker's serum creatinine
is just above the eligibility cutoff.
- Oh. - He doesn't qualify.
- Well, thank you for looking into it.
- Yeah.
- If you don't mind,
I'd like to break the news with you.
- Of course. Let's go.
- Dr. Manning?
- Anna? Hey.
Owen was just asking about you.
He misses having you babysit.
- Yeah, me too.
Um, listen. Can we talk in private?
- Of course. Let's go upstairs.
Does your dad know you're here?
- No, and um, I'd really like to keep it that way please.
- Okay. Let's go.
- Okay.
- How can I help you, Anna?
Is everything okay?
Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine. There's nothing like that.
I'm not in any kind of trouble or anything.
I just, um...
I need birth control.
- Okay.
Do you mind if I ask why this is such a covert operation?
- 'Cause of my mom, really.
I brought it up to her once,
and of course, she shut it right down.
- [chuckles]
- She doesn't even want me to have a boyfriend,
much less, you know.
- But what about your dad?
I'm sure he'd be really happy
to know you're being responsible.
- No, I do not wanna talk about it with my dad.
Yeah.
Me and boyfriend, we're ready.
You know, I just wanna be prepared.
- Well, listen.
I think it is great
that you wanna take precautions.
And I do wanna help you.
- Is this the part where you say
but you need my parents' permission or something?
- No.
But after I take your medical history
and your blood pressure,
I do need to run some lab work.
- Okay.
- And that will trigger your parents' insurance.
- Never mind. Um, forget it.
I'll just-- I'll figure something out.
It's fine.
- You know, Anna, Anna. Wait, look.
This is a big step.
But if you're sure,
you do need protection.
So I'll run the labs off the record.
- Thank you, Dr. Manning.
- How about the possibility of working remotely, Susan?
- I'm leading an entire department.
I have to be there in person.
- Daniel, what about you?
Is there a custody arrangement
you'd feel comfortable with
that still allows Susan and Anna to make the move?
- Look--I'm not crazy about disrupting Anna's school year,
but, I mean, the real issue is seeing my daughter.
It's why we made an agreement
to live within 100 miles of each other.
- A-and I get that.
But life happens. [laughs]
I can't pass up this job.
- What about my job? I mean, with my schedule,
flying back and forth every other week,
it's not feasible.
- It's been about your job for the last 20 years.
Look, it comes down to a simple choice, right?
Either Anna moves with me, or you get what you want,
and you successfully derail our lives.
- I'm not trying to derail anything, all right?
It is in Anna's best interest to have us both around.
- Yeah, but when it comes down to it, Daniel,
Anna needs me more than she needs you.
- The facts only. Let's avoid opinions, please.
- Okay. Okay.
The fact is that I've been doing the heavy lifting
when he's been MIA.
- When are you gonna get tired
of beating this "deadbeat dad" drum?
I've always been a solid presence
in Anna's life, and you know that.
- I'm telling you, Daniel.
If you try to sabotage this for me,
you will see a side of me that you will not like.
- Oh, I will see.
[key clicks]
Classic.
Doesn't get what she wants, and she disappears.
It's what she does. See?
.
- Feel for the old man.
I actually went to that clinic when I was a kid.
- So what happens now?
- I've been in contact with the state's attorney.
Flight risk isn't a concern.
So do what you need to do for him here.
But once he's ready for discharge,
we'll have to book him.
- All right.
- Hey, Trini. Mind giving us a sec?
I'm really sorry about the police.
If it had been up to me...
- It is what it is.
It's part of the job. I know that.
- Also, I, um...
I wanted to say thank you.
You're actually a big part of the reason
I became a doctor.
Your clinic had this, like, traveling tent
you'd pitch in parks around the South Side?
- Every Saturday morning.
- One of those mornings,
my dad and I were kicking around the soccer ball.
And you managed to coax him inside.
He hadn't been to the doctor in years.
His blood pressure was sky high.
You made him promise to follow up with his GP.
They found a pheochromocytoma
in his adrenal gland.
[emotional music]
If you hadn't have gotten that cuff on him...
- You give me far too much credit.
- No.
Your clinic? It saved a lot of lives.
- All praises go
to my Phyllis.
Phyllis gave up everything
so that she could help build it with me.
I only wish I could've held up my end of the bargain.
- What do you mean?
What you did for her, it took courage--
- I was a coward!
I couldn't let her go
even when I knew it was time.
I guess this is my punishment--
My living without her.
♪
- There you are. - Hey.
- So has that "we'll see" turned into a "yes" yet?
- I'm sorry, Crockett.
Um...
I don't think tonight's gonna work.
- Did I do something wrong?
- [laughs] No.
- You sure?
'Cause now I'm getting the distinct vibe
that you're blowing me off.
- No. I'm sorry.
I don't mean it that way.
I think I just need a little space
to think about some things.
[elevator bell chimes]
- Okay.
- Will.
Great news.
I looked into Mr. Booker's medical records,
and it turns out he's always had high serum creatinine
but never showed any signs
of reduced kidney function or disease.
- Yeah.
And it's part of his natural physiology?
- Well, it's well-documented
that Black men often have higher serum creatinine
even when their kidneys are functioning perfectly normally.
Which means that they shouldn't preclude him
from joining the clinical trial.
You're not jumping for joy.
- Listen, April.
The exclusion criteria aren't exactly flexible.
- Why not?
The criteria are designed to protect the participants
and prevent any adverse effects.
If Mr. Booker's kidneys are functioning normally,
he shouldn't be at any greater risk.
- Yes.
But it's also imperative that every participant
meet the same qualifications.
You know, in order to protect the data--
- Protect the data?
- Y-- - I'm sorry.
At whose expense?
Tell me,
what percentage of your participants are Black?
- I don't have the numbers offhand.
Um, you know, I think around 3%.
- Only 3% because of biases like this.
And yet we are 30% more likely
to die from heart failure.
- April, I'm sorry.
I just--I'm not sure what you want me to do.
- Nothing, apparently.
Just like everyone else.
♪
- [sighs]
- Hey. - Hey.
I'm texting my boyfriend.
He said it's so cool that you're gonna help us out.
- Um, why don't you take a seat?
- Okay. - Okay.
[clears throat]
So after getting back your initial test results,
I'm afraid that, um...
birth control would not be recommended for you.
- Why?
- You're pregnant.
- What? I--
How could this happen?
Ryan and I only had sex once. I--
- It's okay. - There's gotta have been
some kind of mistake-- can you run the test again?
- I ran the test twice already, okay?
It's possible that the condom you used broke,
or maybe it wasn't put on properly.
- [softly] No, no, no.
- Anna. Anna, look at me.
Hey.
This is a lot to absorb on your own.
Now might be a good time to loop in your mom and dad.
- No!
You cannot tell my parents. - Listen.
I cannot and I won't
share any information without your consent.
But I do want you to seriously think about it.
- God.
- Look--there is some information I wanna get you.
I'll try not to be too long, okay?
[dramatic music]
- [exhales]
[sighs]
- Hey. How's Dr. Coleman?
I think he's ready to be discharged.
- Nope.
What's the rush?
- Come on, Noah. Don't make this personal, man.
- Personal?
- We still gotta take care of Dr. Coleman's head lac.
- All right.
I'll let PD know he'll be ready within the hour.
[phone vibrating]
- Sorry, Noah, but it's out of our control now.
[sighs]
- Dr. Marcel, everything okay?
- Yeah, um...
listen, let's, uh,
let's go ahead and stitch him up now.
I've gotta head home. Personal matter.
- If you need to go, I've got Dr. Coleman.
- You sure? - Of course.
- Thanks, brother.
- Draw up lidocaine with epi.
[machinery beeping]
You know, I need a bigger suture.
- I'll grab it. - No, no.
I'll--I'll get it. I know what I need.
[uneasy music]
♪
I'll be right back.
- Okay.
[emotional music]
♪
- No, Dr. Coleman!
[grunts] Ow!
Dr. Sexton!
I'm sorry. He grabbed it before I could--
[machinery beeping]
- What's going on? - He's in V-fib.
No pulse. - Doris, charge to 200.
- Noah, get on his chest.
What the hell happened? - He grabbed a syringe.
Injected himself with 10 CCs of lidocaine.
- Charged.
- Clear.
[machinery beeping]
- He's asystolic.
- Amp of epi. Resume CPR.
- Ethan. - I said, "Resume CPR."
Where's that epi? - It's coming.
[machinery beeping]
Epi's in.
- Hold compressions.
[beeping continues]
♪
- Come on. It's time to call it.
- Time of death, 16:52.
♪
.
- Walk me through it again from the beginning.
- I told you.
I set down the syringe, went to grab the suture,
and when I turned, he had--
- Set it down within arm's reach of a suicidal patient,
a patient with the medical knowledge
to know how to use it.
- It was a mistake.
You gotta write me up.
I get it. Go ahead.
- I know you.
I taught you, Noah.
[tense music]
You don't make mistakes.
You sympathized with Dr. Coleman,
didn't think we should call the police.
You did this on purpose, man. What were you thinking?
- Dr. Coleman had the right to die
on his own terms, man.
Come on, Ethan.
You really think he deserved to rot in prison?
- It doesn't matter what I think.
- The minute you called the police, you buried him.
- You think it was easy for me to make that call?
- It sure seemed like it. - Just stop, man.
This isn't about me or Dr. Coleman anymore.
Don't you get that?
Now when the police walk through that door...
I'm gonna have to tell 'em what you did.
♪
- [knocks] You got a second?
- Yeah. Come in.
- Sharon, do you know a good family attorney?
- Oh.
The mediation went that well, huh?
- Afraid so. - I'm sorry, Daniel.
But yes. I actually do.
Peter Kalmick's husband.
- I really don't want to go down this route,
you know, but, um...
- Well, you exhausted all of your options.
You've gotta do what you've gotta do.
- I remember when Anna--
when she first moved back to Chicago,
you know, it took a little adjusting.
- Hm.
- I mean, I don't need to tell you
I can be a little set in my ways.
- "Cemented" is the word I'd use.
[both chuckle]
- Right. But now, you know, when I have her,
it's like we found this little, uh, this little routine.
- Mm. - I pick up the takeout.
She sets the table. - Mm.
- On rare occasion, even though it can be like pulling teeth,
I actually get her to tell me about her day.
- [laughs]
- Now when I think back to my old life...
- Mm. Seems empty now.
- I don't even know what I used to do with myself.
- I know a thing or two about that.
- Yeah, I bet.
So who picks up the takeout? You or Michael?
- I cook. He does the dishes.
- Sounds like a pretty nice setup.
Anyway, will you reach out to Peter for me,
just give him my number?
- Sure thing. - Okay, thank you.
- Hey, Doris.
It says on Mr. Booker's chart that you gave him fluids?
- Yeah. Dr. Halstead put in the order.
He said he suspected dehydration.
- But his electrolytes were normal.
- Mm. - Okay.
- Oh, April. Good.
I was just about to come find you.
I retested Mr. Booker's serum creatinine
since it was so close to the cut-off.
- Yeah?
- And it turns out the initial test was wrong.
He's within the acceptable range.
He's gonna join the trial.
- You-- [laughs]
You gave him fluids to dilute his creatinine.
You gamed the test.
- I know it's not the overall fix you were looking for.
- It isn't.
- But with the next one, we will get it right.
I promise you that. - Thank you, Will.
- No.
Thank you.
- [exhales]
[suspenseful music]
Noah. Noah, what's wrong?
♪
[phone rings]
- Yeah? Oh, hey.
Maggie, Ben's on the line.
- Oh. Okay.
I'll take it over here.
Hey, honey.
Oh, really? That was fast.
Oh.
No, no, no, no.
No, I'll be fine. I should get back to work.
Yeah. Love you too.
- Bad news?
[phone thuds] - Yeah. Yeah,
Auggie's Hereditary and Me results.
They didn't turn up any relatives.
- Oh, Mags.
You'll find a way.
You always do.
You're the strongest woman I know.
- Would you stop?
I'm not invincible!
Or whatever it is that you think.
- M-- [sighs]
- Ethan, you know the stakes for Noah.
He could lose his residency, his medical license,
maybe even face criminal charges.
- Noah should've thought about that before he acted.
- Even if he did what you suspect,
what if he felt it was an act of compassion?
It is not worth destroying
everything that he has worked for,
everything you helped him work for.
I understand.
He's put you in an impossible position.
But... - But what?
Lie to the police?
I can't.
- Please! Please!
If you won't do it for him, do it for me.
♪
.
- All right; seems like your team
did everything they could.
I got everything I need.
Anything else I should know, Dr. Choi?
- No.
That's it, Kevin.
- Copy that.
Think we're good.
♪
- You're fired for negligence. - What?
- You won't get reported to the medical board,
and you can file for a new residency somewhere else.
- Ethan-- - Don't, don't.
- Just wait a second. - Don't.
If it had been anyone else...
♪
[door clicks]
- Chocolate bar for dinner, Dr. Charles?
- It's been that kind of day.
- [chuckling]
- You?
- Got some bad news.
- Sorry to hear that.
- But it's fine.
It's going to be fine.
[laughs]
Don't give me that look.
- What look?
- That thing we were talking about this morning.
I think I wear my strength like
a badge of honor.
Something passed down to me.
- From--from your mother.
- And her mother.
And her mother's mother.
Navigating through this world as a woman...
[sighs]
A Black woman... - Mm.
- You get a thick skin.
- Necessary...armor.
- But it sometimes
also feels like it's an expectation
that people have of me,
like I'm not allowed
to have a vulnerable moment.
- Heavy burden to carry, Mags.
- It's just--
It's just I don't--
I don't want to let anybody down,
and I don't want to let that little boy down.
I--
- I know.
- [breathes deeply]
- Noah, stop it. Okay?
We will figure something out.
I'm gonna help you fight this.
This-- - No, you're not.
Because I'm not gonna fight it. - Noah.
- I stand by what I did today, April.
And if I have to go up against Ethan,
I'll end up having to lie.
I don't wanna do that.
- You have worked so hard to get here.
- Hey, hey.
Maybe a change of scenery might be good for me.
And you.
Ever since we were kids,
you've always had my back, April.
As long as I'm here,
you're always gonna feel responsible for me.
[locker clangs]
- So what now?
- Remember Dr. Kantwell, my med school advisor?
She always said she could get me
into a residency program at her hospital.
- Isn't she in Atlanta?
You're just gonna up and leave? - I'll be back.
Maybe when I finish,
maybe I'll go work for Coleman's clinic.
Try to pick up where he left off.
- Okay.
I'm gonna miss you.
- I already miss you.
- Hey.
- I thought I was picking you up.
- Uh, I-I got dropped off. Listen.
Can--I really need to talk to you about something.
- Yeah. Sure.
- [whispers] Okay.
- Dan, hey, I hear you're looking for
a child custody lawyer.
- N-uh-- I'll call you tomorrow, okay?
- Uh, yeah. Sure.
Sorry.
- Sorry about that, honey.
So what do you wanna talk about?
- Nothing.
- You sure? - Yeah, no.
Uh...wasn't important.
- Well, let's get out of here.
- Yeah.
♪
- Okay. What are we doing, Mom?
- Michael, wait a second. About this morning...
- Look, Ma.
I really don't wanna get into it again.
I already said my piece.
- Yes, and I hear you.
- You do? - Yes.
I still don't think it's the best decision financially.
- Yeah, you made that very clear.
- But the truth is
that wasn't my primary objection.
Son, I-- [laughs]
I've gotten used to having you around.
- Mom, I'm only moving a few blocks away.
- I know.
But the thought of coming home at night,
and you not being there...
[laughs]
- Is that what all this is about?
You missing me?
Okay. All right.
I'm gonna miss you too, Ma. - [laughs]
- Okay?
Hey. - [laughs]
Oh, come on. Get off me.
[laughter]
- When I moved in, I swore we were gonna kill each other.
But quarantining with you hasn't been half-bad.
♪
- You better not be a stranger.
- I'ma be by plenty.
You know you keeps the good wine.
- That's right. - Yeah!
- Take me home. - All right.
- [exhales]
[suspenseful music]
♪
- Natalie. - Hi.
- Here. Come in.
- Okay.
- Listen, you should know that--
- No, before you say anything,
I just--
I wanted to say that earlier
when I said I needed space, it wasn't about you.
I was so caught up in wondering
what people would think about this--about us.
And...[laughs] I don't even know
what us is,
but, um, all I do know is
that, um, whatever this is,
I don't want it to end.
- Natalie, I don't--
[piano music]
♪
- [ahem] - Sorry. I didn't know.
- The--Natalie, this is Claire, my ex-wife.
I was trying to tell you.
- Hi. - Nice to meet you.
- Uh, Claire, she sold her house in New Orleans,
packed up a few things she thought I might want.
Just came by to drop them off.
- I'm sorry. I should've called, I--
- I was just getting ready to leave.
- You don't have to leave.
- No, no. It's okay.
I'll let you two...
I'll see you at work.
Bye.
[wolf howls]