Wow.
You guys all look how I feel.
Happens when your worst day is immortalized in print.
Bad karma.
Bad karma for what?
We were all just staring to groove, weren't we?
I should have never doubted myself.
I should have gotten there sooner.
My personal life affected my decision-making.
Guys, I should have made a diagnosis sooner.
But we can't just sit here beating ourselves up over it.
- Okay? - I feel like we can.
Or at least I can.
(DOOR OPENS)
(CLEARS THROAT)
"Yesterday morning, at 7:38 a.m.,
a bullet ripped through New Amsterdam."
Improved By: FidelPerez Sub Upload Date: October 24, 2018
I got dinged for not changing my patient's TV channel
fast enough.
Apparently my name brings back bad memories.
I get it.
The customer satisfaction survey isn't good.
- So rewrite the survey. - What?
If you don't like the answers,
change the questions.
What should the patients focus on?
Nurses know better than anyone.
Harold. (CLEARS THROAT)
You're a long way from the morgue.
Oh, the ICU has the only decent coffee in the hospital.
You know, I may work with the dead,
but that doesn't mean I have their taste.
Well, I say equal coffee now, equal coffee forever.
It's a joke, Harold. We'll get you the same coffee.
Sharpe, why does nobody get my jokes?
You just missed me solve the hospital's most vexing problem.
That the ICU has the only decent coffee?
- So that is actually a thing? - (CHUCKLES)
- Are you heading out? - I was.
When did that happen to your voice?
On my day off. That'll teach me.
You don't think the, uh, "Nutella" is spreading, do you?
I hope you don't expect me to call it that.
Why? Everyone loves Nutella.
Let me do a laryngoscopy and see what's going on
with the, uh... Nutella.
See? It's catchy.
Dora.
Getting exceptionally good at finding me.
I've updated your tracking device.
Whatever it is that you wanna tell me or want me to do,
I can't do it 'cause I have a thing.
My thing trumps your thing.
- Find me later. - Okay.
Max, this is Louis Navarro from the "Standard."
Apparently HCC approved him to shadow you.
Right, yes. For the, um, profile.
Overlord told me.
- Overlord? - HCC.
(CHUCKLES) Your supervisors.
Who doesn't like a fun nickname?
- (LAUGHS) - Probably HCC.
Do you have a contentious relationship
with the Health Care Commission?
Off to a great start.
Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go start
- posting my résumé. - (CHUCKLES)
Do you?
Why don't we start over?
Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Navarro.
No, Lou.
So intrigued to meet the 'Dam's newest medical director
turning this place upside-down.
Well, I'm an open book.
(LAUGHS)
Hey, is, uh, your voice okay?
Karaoke. You know, one of these days, I have to accept that
"Total Eclipse of the Heart" just isn't in my range.
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
- Pan roasted whole branzino. - Mm-hmm.
Served with ramps and fiddleheads
steeped in an unctuous maitake jus.
- What are fiddleheads? - I have no idea.
But I'm gonna order them tonight.
- Mmm. - Maybe even twice.
Taking Martin to Verdugo for dinner.
No kids.
You know, I think once a year, it's important to go somewhere
that doesn't have a maze on the menu.
- You know what I mean? - Dr. Kapoor?
Am I needed?
There's somebody here to see you.
He said he's your son.
Who?
- Your son? - Wait, you have a son?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Hey, hey.
You have a son?
Vijay.
Hmm... not good.
You only have five eggs... oh, maybe six in play,
in your ovulation cycle.
Ten is considered normal.
There's a few weeks left in my cycle.
Others could still catch up.
Yes, in theory, they could, but...
I'm a late bloomer.
School, my chest, men.
- (CHUCKLES) - These eggs will come round.
Helen, you said you wanted to know where your fertility was.
Well, here it is.
Your FSH is high.
Your AMH is low because your ovaries are aging fast.
You have diminished ovarian reserves, which...
(CRYING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Hey.
Hey, it's just the genes you were dealt.
Yeah, right. (GRUNTS)
If you're interested in having your own
biological child, you're gonna have to work
on that now.
One option, we freeze embryos.
Or we could work to start getting you pregnant
as soon as your next cycle.
(SNIFFS)
So, um...
You're going to have to make some decisions on this.
That piece that you wrote on the uh, uh,
corporatization of health care for the "Times" was great.
Oh, you remember that? That was a decade ago.
Yeah, but my favorite is the one you wrote on the, uh,
uh, inadequacies of... of maternal postpartum care.
Mm, also ten years ago.
Yeah, why aren't you writing pieces like that anymore?
Well, you know, the market now demands shorter,
buzzier topics.
But the health care system demands more.
Okay, yeah, let's... let's talk about you.
Your story. How you got here.
Lou, I'm flattered, but I'm not the story here.
New Amsterdam is.
Mm, the only thing new about New Amsterdam is you.
Now, HCC gave me full access to follow you around
- the entire hospital. - Full access?
Anywhere in the hospital is fair game.
Max.
Did you know that HCC gave Lou full access?
The Chief of Police just called.
It's... it's bad.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(GROANING)
Malik Stokes, 14-year-old GSW to left and right.
It seems like a through and through. Scoop and go.
He's tachy at 120, 100 over 68,
respiration's at 16.
Jesus, he's just a kid.
Hey, Malik, I'm Dr. Bloom, okay?
We're here to help you.
- (GROANING) - Malik?
I'm here, baby.
Malik? Malik?
I'm right here, baby. I'm here, baby.
Ma'am, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.
He can't die like this. You have to save him.
He can't die...
Escort her out of here, please.
Okay, transfer on my count. One, two, three.
Second ambulance coming in.
Type and cross two units and get a second IV.
- (DOOR OPENING) - Jalen Pagan.
17-year-old GSW with a bullet hole on the left side of his neck.
98, 145 over 85, 14.
He was on the same corner as the first victim.
According to NYPD, only one shot.
One bullet.
Must have been some bullet.
Okay, let's get him into bay 24.
Jalen, can you wiggle your toes for me?
Okay, that's great.
Malik's BP is dropping. Heart rate is rising.
Okay, hang two bags of normal saline.
Let's get a type and cross match.
On it.
Heart rate's climbing now to 154.
And BP's dropping. 80/40.
(MACHINES BEEPING)
Muffled heart sounds.
Malik's got a pericardial effusion.
Fluid must be accumulating around his heart.
Heart rate's gone from 100 to 160.
Okay, if we don't do a pericardiocentesis soon,
his BP will bottom out. Where's cardiothoracic surgery?
- Reynolds is ten minutes out. - What about one of his new hires?
All three have been scrubbed for their own surgeries.
BP's dropping again.
Okay, I'll do it.
Uh, get me an 18-gauge spinal needle
and a 20-cc syringe. Go.
- It's against protocol. - What do you want me to do?
Wait until he's pulseless so I can call time of death?
Get me an 18-gauge spinal needle
and a 20-cc syringe. Now.
Heart rate's up to 180.
Get a second IV bag.
O2 sats are dropping.
Steady. Steady.
- BP's dropping. - I got it.
- (MACHINES BEEPING) - (BLOOD SLOSHING)
- You're in the heart. - Heart rate's rising.
(SLOSHING CONTINUES)
Damn it.
Max, you're not walking towards your office.
I'm walking to the ED where the GSWs are.
What about Chief Williams?
Well, last time I checked, he wasn't shot.
He... he's just gonna call again.
Well, I'll ignore that call, too, and then eventually,
he'll stop dialing.
He doesn't dial his own phone.
You normally in the habit of blowing off
the Chief of Police?
Oh, the police department has its own agenda.
But my agenda and the agenda of my hospital is to save lives.
Plain and simple.
Yeah, you realize this is probably
a police-related shooting, right?
That information, while tragic and upsetting,
- doesn't matter in here. - Wait, doesn't matter?
More than 700 people have been shot and killed by the police
just this year.
And the second they come through these doors,
they become patients, not statistics.
Okay, hold on. Wait.
If you wanna do a ride-along with the police, then you go ahead.
But in here, the hospital is the story.
(PERCUSSIVE MUSIC)
(MACHINE BEEPING)
When exactly did you become a cardiac surgeon?
When we were waiting on you. On anyone.
'Cause you're still so insanely understaffed.
I mean, what was I supposed to do?
- Supposed to follow protocol. - He would have crashed.
You pushed that needle way too deep into his heart
'cause you are not a cardiac surgeon.
You better hope I can fix this.
Ms. Tewkes. Can you talk to me?
Ms. Tewkes? Ms. Tewkes.
At what point did you see the officers...
Uh, hang on. Hang on there.
Just one sec. I'm sorry to cut in on you, Officer...
Detective. Adams.
NYPD. And you're?
Frome. NAMC.
New Amsterdam Medical Center.
It's, uh, it's a mouthful, I know.
Um, I'm gonna need you to give Ms. Tewkes a little room here.
I just need a few statements from the aunt there.
No, I understand, but we're just...
We're gonna do our thing first, okay?
Thank you. I'll bring her back.
Are you one of Malik's surgeons?
Um, no. No.
Here. Come in here.
No, I'm, uh... I'm a psychiatrist.
I'm on Malik's trauma support team.
I'm Iggy Frome.
What does he need with a psychiatrist?
- Is he out of surgery? - No.
No, not yet. Um...
But, uh, if his surgery is a success,
he's gonna need more than physical rehabilitation.
There will be many, many mental hurdles to overcome.
So you don't know how he is now?
No.
But, um, I can assure you that he's in...
He's in the best hands.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Yo, that's so bugged.
Word to, son.
It's all good, though. Your boy bulletproof.
How are you bulletproof with a bullet hole, B?
You sound dumb-smacked.
You're just jealous.
(LAUGHS)
Why is Jalen Pagan still here?
- Why do you sound like a frog? - Allergies.
Why hasn't he been sent for an MRI?
He's got a bullet lodged near T1.
Yes, but he's stable, and he's a minor.
So we're trying to contact his mother for consent.
It's an MRI.
I'm just following protocol.
I mean, I wouldn't wanna piss anyone off overstepping
any precious rules, would I?
Gonna say no.
How long have the cops been circling?
A while now. They want a statement from Jalen like yesterday.
Not till we reach his parents.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
Yo, what's up, guys? Jalen's gotta go.
We gotta call his mom, okay? Thanks, bye.
Oh, my God. Are you serious?
It's for your own good. Now, help me call your mom.
(PERCUSSIVE MUSIC)
(HORN HONKS IN DISTANCE)
You need money?
I have a job.
It's at a restaurant.
Solsistce, in SoHo.
It's new, but it's making noise.
A restaurant.
Yeah, I manage the place.
I mean, it's no big deal. Just...
Why were you hiding all this?
I don't know.
It's weird enough, me showing up like this, but...
After I got your voice mail, I...
Rohan, I'm...
I'm glad you came.
I forgive you.
You forgive me?
Yes, for...
For the funeral, for all the lies.
For everything.
You forgive me?
Isn't that what people like you need to hear?
(SIGHS)
You know, my sponsor said not to...
Not to expect...
Never mind.
- But I don't understand... - Yeah, of course you don't.
You know, Maji was right. You are just so pigheaded.
Nothing is ever your fault.
You know, I was hoping you might change
just a little after she passed.
But you're still you.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Good-bye, Appa.
Ms. Tewkes, can you tell me about Malik?
(DOOR SLAMS)
Rhonda.
What? Why are you still talking?
I'm just trying to learn more about Malik's
home support system.
He's not some charity case.
No, no, I didn't mean to imply...
Malik has been well-loved.
And extremely well cared for.
Is that what you need to hear?
- It's good. - Church choir.
After-school care. Year-round sports.
I've done everything in my power to keep him safe.
To keep him from dying like his parents.
This foolishness still found him.
I'm genuinely just here trying to help.
If you really wanna help,
then stop the police from shooting black boys
trying to get to school on time.
And get every bullet out of this city.
So my nephew has a chance of seeing his 21st birthday.
Can you do that, Mr. Trauma Support Man?
So we should start.
Excuse me one minute.
- I got your page. - Have you been crying?
Do you want this laryngoscopy or not?
What's a laryngoscopy?
Just call me when you're free.
So, Lou, what's the story?
Well, it seems your purge of the cardiac surgery department
has resulted in, uh, staffing shortages.
That the new department head is thoughtfully refilling.
Yeah, apparently not fast enough to stop a breach
of protocol by one of your department chiefs.
The doctor stuck a needle way too deep
into Malik Stokes' heart.
Now, it's very possible he could die from this.
Now, do you have a comment?
Uh, you gonna fire Dr. Bloom?
Who said anything about firing?
Well, if Malik dies because she broke protocol...
I only care if what she did helped him.
We're in the business of healing.
And if protocol gets in the way of that,
then we will change the protocol.
Oh, can... can I quote you on that?
I just assumed all this was on the record.
- Max. - Really?
The police chief? Still?
No, the Mayor. Congratulations.
You've moved up in the world.
He wants an update on the injuries
and the kind of bullet that was used.
I don't wanna talk to him either.
(PERCUSSIVE MUSIC)
Any idea why he would wanna know that?
Yeah, but his agenda is not your story.
Hospital is, remember?
(PHONES RINGING)
Hello, Jalen.
I'm Dr. Vijay Kapoor.
Would you mind wiggling your toes for me, please?
I already did a work-up, Vijay.
The bullet stays.
Sending him up to the ward for observation.
- Jalen, go ahead. - I am.
Okay, tell me if you feel something, okay?
Yeah.
- Pull his X-rays. - Sure thing.
(PERCUSSIVE MUSIC)
Dr. Hartman, he has ascending paralysis.
That just started. It's probably from edema.
I already had them start on methylprednisolone.
It's not edema. His vertebrae is unstable.
You're a surgeon. Fix it.
What's got you riled up today?
A neurologist advocating for a construction project?
Because it's indicated.
These scans don't say that definitively.
If you actually look, they do.
You're being stubborn.
Okay, let's wait for the bloody vertebrae to collapse
for proof!
What?
Prep him for surgery.
You coming, John Wayne?
(PERCUSSIVE MUSIC)
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
See, there? No trace wave.
So all that blood must have come from where the bullet
nicked his heart, not my needle.
And you needed a video to tell you that?
Oh, I needed something, okay?
I'm second-guessing every move I make in there now.
Do you think that Reynolds sits around whingeing
about the calls that he makes?
(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)
No.
What is it?
They need a hematology consult in the OR.
- Malik? - No.
The other GSW, Jalen.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(MACHINES BEEPING)
Infusion rate is .5 mils per minute.
It won't clot.
Blood keeps oozing into my surgical field.
And you've got an expanding hematoma.
It's because Kapoor pressed for stabilizing rods.
That you know he needed.
But now I can't close, so we should have waited.
And let him because paraplegic?
For goodness' sake, will you both give it a rest?
Push calcium chloride before giving him FFP.
That should stabilize the oozing while I run
a detailed clotting factor analysis.
(DOOR CREAKS)
(MACHINE DOOR OPENING)
(SIGHS)
Hi.
(COUGHS)
I will, um...
Freely admit that I'm stress-eating right now.
Ruining my appetite for what will surely be
a very expensive meal with my husband later.
I didn't see anything.
Thank you.
What's wrong with your voice?
Ah, it's the, uh, big game.
- The... What big game? - Why are you stress-eating?
They're out there right now for Malik and Jalen.
But tomorrow, it's gonna be another family
crying, scared, praying.
And this happens every day.
And Malik and Jalen could end up here again through no fault
- of their own. - Yeah.
Maybe, but you do what you can in here,
maybe make a difference out there.
I don't see how.
Malik lives in a war zone.
Both of his parents are dead.
His aunt is...
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)
Fraying at the seams, and she's angry.
Distracted.
You seem very focused on Malik.
Of course I am.
Sounds like Malik isn't your only patient.
Blood pressure dropped again.
Come on, Malik. Where is that damn bleeder?
(MACHINES BEEPING)
Wipe.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Nottingham, is this abdomen distended?
I don't feel anything.
Cut the drapes.
(MACHINES BEEPING)
He's got Grey Turner's sign on his abdomen.
Because it's full of blood.
That's where that bleeder is, damn it.
Prepare to expand the surgical field to the abdomen.
Shouldn't we call the general surgeon?
If we're hitting the spleen...
He's bleeding out fast, and I'll be damned if this kid
dies on my watch.
Ten blade.
Scrub in. STAT.
Where's the barnacle?
Probably writing an exposé about our coffee situation.
Well, I can scope you now.
I'm just waiting on Jalen's test results.
What's going on with you?
- Nothing. - Red eyes earlier.
Now you're mean-mugging.
Helen, you know my biggest, hairiest secret.
So if you need to talk to me...
You're the one with the "Nutella."
Not me.
So let's just do the scope before you get another page.
- (SHOUTING) - Max!
I said I ain't giving you my phone!
Whoa, whoa, whoa. What is the problem?
The name's Javier Pagan.
We found him filming in the ED.
Yeah, because that's where y'all took my brother...
- Okay, okay. - And now he isn't there!
Hey, who is your brother?
How many people I gotta tell? Jalen.
- Okay. - Jalen Pagan.
He was shot in the back.
But now nobody wants to tell me where y'all took him!
My mom keeps calling me trying to get here from her job.
Keeps asking me for news that I can't give her!
I understand...
And now I got these two dumb-ass rent-a-cops
getting spicy over a damn phone!
I understand. Calm down.
Calm down. Listen, listen, listen!
You're gonna come with me.
We're gonna talk about your brother, okay?
You need to make sure he didn't film any hospital
personnel or patients. It's policy.
You are making this worse.
What? You think I'm scared?
- Huh? - Back up.
Okay? It's okay.
No, no. You think I'm scared?
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
- Are you gonna shoot me, too? - It's okay.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Easy, man.
- Are you gonna shoot me too? - Calm down, son.
- Back off. - You need to calm down.
Hey, hey, just back... give him space!
- (GRUNTING) - Max!
(BLOW LANDS)
ALL: (GRUNTING)
No!
ALL: (GRUNTING)
(SIGHS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(DISTANT BEEPING)
(KNOCKING)
(SIGHS)
If I'd have known that punching you in the face was all it took
to make you available, I'd have done it myself.
How long for the test results?
I'll have them in the morning.
In the meantime, I was thinking a course
of steroids might help clear the, uh...
Steroids.
What?
- I have to go. - What about me?
Here. Heal thyself.
Changing out the CO2 absorber.
Hanging a bag of cryoprecipitate.
- Hanging. - Tests come back?
No, but Jalen isn't clotting
because he's on anabolic steroids.
Seems a bit out of left field.
Not if you've seen his brother or factor in
Jalen's damaged liver.
But his liver function tests were normal.
Appear normal.
But his protein levels tell the whole story.
I confirmed his A/G ratio is less than one.
He's on steroids.
We should wait for the tests to come back.
(SIGHS)
4 mils per minute.
Wait, wait.
It's drying up.
It's working.
Well done, Sharpe.
(DOOR OPENS)
Hi. Just me.
What happened?
Uh, nothing.
Malik is still in surgery.
But, um, I thought you might appreciate a fresh
set of clothes.
- Thank you. - It's my pleasure.
And I've said all I had to say about Malik
in all of this.
Well, I'm actually not here to talk about Malik.
I'm here to talk about you.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Hey, how'd you earn the shiner?
Can't be Medical Director at the 'Dam without at least one.
(CHUCKLES)
Hey, listen, my contact at the mayor's office
says they want to hold a press conference.
It's about what the bullet did to both Malik and Jalen.
Of course they are.
You going to?
You're getting caught up in the shiny thing again, Lou.
Yeah, but you get to talk about your agenda.
Tell your story.
I would love nothing more than to tell people
what hollow points do to flesh.
How the bullet blooms inside of you,
expanding to three times its size.
How it breaks apart, tearing through flesh,
pulverizing bones, liquefying muscles.
Just not for the mayor.
Aren't you on the same side?
The mayor's been campaigning the police
to use different bullets.
He wants me to influence public opinion.
I pick a side between the mayor and the police,
all of a sudden there's less patrolling in our neighborhood
or a... or a grant we were assured gets diverted
to another hospital.
There are no safe sides.
So what are you gonna do?
Lou, what are we gonna do with you?
(SIGHS) Let me guess.
It's not the story.
May be hope for you yet.
(SIGHS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
PTSD.
I'm not a soldier. I haven't been to war.
PTSD can occur from any traumatic event.
Seeing your nephew get shot, that would be more than enough.
But it most likely triggered other traumatizing memories
for you.
It can make sleeping hard.
Sudden noises can be jarring.
Same thing happened to my kids.
Yeah.
We, uh, we adopted them from Bangladesh two years ago.
(CLEARS THROAT)
When we first got them here,
they were terrified.
Of everything.
Car horns, school bells.
Crowded spaces, everything. They were just... petrified.
All five of us slept in the same bed for months.
And they would just wake themselves crying.
Night after night after night.
When was the last time you had a good night's sleep?
Never.
I just thought that was life.
It doesn't have to be.
I can help you.
And then you can help Malik.
(SNIFFS)
(EXHALES)
Yeah.
- Hey. - Hey.
Malik's surgery all good?
Yeah, it was a bit dicey, but he's gonna pull through.
I was just, uh, going to tell his family.
Yeah, they just closed Jalen as well.
Oh.
Score one for the good guys, huh?
I suppose.
Never felt good about fixing bullet holes in anyone.
Let alone kids, you know?
That's something I will never understand about this country.
The dangers of walking around in brown skin?
I never really gave it much thought until I moved here.
Now I can't not think about it.
Yeah, well, unfortunately it's a lesson we learn early.
But this is no way to live.
No.
It's not. Yet we do.
You know?
So if it takes a million camera phones and protests
and knees to make that point, so be it.
(SIGHS)
I didn't mean to do all that.
Seriously. I'm so sorry.
It's just, Jalen is my little brother.
- And I only got one. - Don't worry about it.
Really.
I have a sister.
I get it.
(SNIFFS)
So am I being arrested?
I have a better idea.
How about we go see your brother instead?
His surgery went well.
(LAUGHING)
He's in recovery now.
(CHUCKLES)
Just easy on that elbow.
Yeah. (CHUCKLES)
My mom's gonna be so hyped when she gets here.
- Jalen's the baby. - Yeah?
- A little badass too. - (CHUCKLES)
Once he poured ketchup all over his T-shirt.
- Acted like he got shot. - (WHISTLES)
Scared the crap out of my moms.
He got the chancla for that one.
No doubt.
He's always pulling stupid stuff like that.
- (BEEPING) - (PHONE VIBRATING)
- What... What's going on? - Stay here.
- Where's Jalen? - Javi, look at me.
I need you to stay out here.
(BEEPING CONTINUES)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
He's in pulseless electrical activity.
- Chest compressions? - Gomez.
Max, one milligram of epi.
No, it's already open.
- V-fib. - Go.
(PADDLES CHARGING)
- Clear. - (ELECTRIC PULSE)
- Still V-fib. - Another round of epi.
- Clear. - (ELECTRIC PULSE)
No pulse.
Still no pulse.
(SHARP BREATHS)
- Max. - Wait.
- Max. - Just wait!
(CRYING)
Stop it, Max.
Stop it.
It's over.
(BEEPING STOPS)
Time of death, 3:18.
(CRYING)
Damn, you saw Mami face? Unstoppable, you heard me?
Oh, man, stop fronting.
You know I'm the brains of the operation.
What brains, man?
What brains? Oh, yeah?
(BOTH SPEAKING AT ONCE)
(DISTANT VIDEO PLAYING)
(SIGHS)
I heard Malik is stable.
And, um...
Jalen died of cardiac arrest secondary to a gunshot wound.
So you gonna call the Chief of Police?
Mayor?
It's not the story, Lou.
Well, then... then what is?
And what is the story if it's not you,
the police, or the mayor?
If you don't know after spending all day
at this hospital, then I picked the wrong man
for the job.
Wait, you picked me?
So HCC didn't give me full access.
You did.
Did they even want me here at all?
(SIGHS)
Why did you?
Gotta see the truth.
To write the truth.
Unstoppable, you heard me?
Oh, man. Stop fronting.
You know I'm the brains of the operation.
(JOSE GONZALEZ'S "CYCLING TRIVIALITIES")
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Get off, man. That's not funny.
It's not funny. No brains.
No brains.
♪ Too blind ♪
(CRYING)
♪ Hurrying through the forks without regrets ♪
(CRYING)
♪ Different now, every step feels like a mile ♪
(CRYING)
♪ All the lights seem to flash and pass you by ♪
♪ So how's it gonna be ♪
(PHONE TRILLING)
♪ When it all ♪
Hey, Martin, it's me.
Do you think I could take a rain check on date night tonight?
I just, um...
I really wanna be with you and the kids.
♪ But don't know which way to turn ♪
You know, there might not have even been
a patient to save if I hadn't done the pericardiocentesis.
Yeah, and I wanted to tell you that you did it perfectly.
I know I did.
I didn't need... nor would I ask... for your opinion.
Look, Floyd, you're an incredibly gifted
doctor who heads up a world-class department.
But so am I.
Yeah. You're right.
So we're good?
I don't know.
Are we?
I mean, I don't know.
I really don't want no static at work after this.
Agreed.
Well, you sound like you're still in your feelings, so...
Oh, my God.
You just can't help yourself, can you?
You know, for the record, the spleen is way outside
of cardiac's protocol.
"Yesterday morning, at 7:38 a.m.,
a bullet ripped through New Amsterdam."
"The bullet tore doctors apart.
It tore families apart."
"It tore communities apart."
(CRYING)
"It tore Jalen Pagan's body apart."
♪ Who'll remember all the players ♪
♪ Who'll remember all the clowns ♪
"And although the hardworking doctors of New Amsterdam
couldn't save Jalen's life, they all did their job."
♪ How's it gonna be ♪
"Except the bullet did its job better."
♪ To cycling trivialities ♪
That is the truth.
Not one of you is at fault.
♪ What does this really mean ♪
Not one of you is to blame.
♪ When it all comes down to cycling trivialities ♪
I know you could all be working someplace else.
Making... (CHUCKLES)
Making more money.
♪ Cycling trivialities ♪
Working less hours.
But you're here.
And I'm so grateful.
Today is a new day.
Go.
(KNOCKING)
(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)
The "Nutella" didn't spread.
I should stop calling it Nutella.
It's not Nutella. It's cancer.
I should start being honest. (CHUCKLES)
At least with myself.
I want to have a baby.
Okay.
But I'm single and on the wrong side of 35.
I'd have to do injections and deal with epic mood swings
if I even wanna give myself a chance.
I don't know why I'd wanna bring a child...
a brown child... into this world.
There are a thousand reasons not to.
But the only way to beat death...
is life.
There's a word for it.
Surrogacy.
(CHUCKLES)
Hope.
(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)