[J.D.] Moving is rated one of the most stressful life experiences,
right along with divorce.
But I was crushing both.
I found a new place closer to the hospital,
and Elliot and I were finally getting along.
…and I think you should proceed with the radio embolization.
Yeah, and I agree with Dr. Reid. She's the best.
Oh, I am. [clicks tongue]
We are crushing it at being divorced.
I think we're in the honeymoon phase of our failed marriage.
It's amazing that we can agree on a treatment plan for a guy's liver mass.
When we were married, we could not order a pizza together.
Yeah, and now you can scarf down
as much disgusting ham and hot fruit pizza as you want.
Just ordered Hawaiian on the weekend. [chuckles] What'd you do?
Well, since I have Ollie next weekend, I finally put his bed together.
I've actually become quite handy.
[grunts] Damn it!
I think it was a slight concussion.
I blacked out for a bit, but when I finally came to,
the whole thing had been put together.
-[chuckles] -It's okay.
-Not like I had anything better to do. -I get it.
When Ollie's with you, I feel a bit lonely too.
Throw in a bottle of Chardonnay, and I am just holding the dog and crying.
You have a dog now?
-It's the neighbors'. -Ah.
If you wanna do something fun instead of tragic,
I'm going to a rave this Friday with my friends.
Maybe I should try something like that. I'm in.
Okay. We'll pick you up at midnight.
Midnight at night? I'm out.
Hey. Hey. Are you okay, Amara?
Because I got a text that said, "Run over here right damn now."
I told Dashana this wasn't an emergency and we shouldn't say that,
so she took my phone and texted you with it.
-Snitches get stitches. -They do?
These medical interns keep dumping patients on us
like the surgical department is their day care.
Do we look like The Baby-Sitters Club to you?
Kinda, yeah. Look, guys,
surgical and medical have always had beef,
so figure that out on your own.
-Okay. Yeah, but I… -But…
No. No. We're not gonna do that.
I have patients texting me,
and I have three daughters texting me about money and rides to soccer,
-and more money. -[phone dings]
Four daughters texting me.
And I got a wife who's picked up extra shifts
and says I need to help out more at home.
What I don't need right now is two more females
tricking me into running my ass off and getting more steps than I need.
Got me all sweaty-domed.
I told you we shouldn't say that.
Hey, Bubba. You know how I love and respect all women, right?
Are there any women up in here?
There's a pretty gal upstairs,
but I haven't had the courage to say hello yet.
Well, don't. I'm so sick of the women in my life, J.D.
How come each and every one of them is trying to get me to do something?
Don't look at me. I was team vasectomy.
The worst part about it is, because Carla's working so much,
I can't even ask for a little somethin' somethin' in return,
-if you know what I mean. -Sex?
Yeah, J.D. Sex. Well done.
She used to get worked up by Bridgerton,
but the new season doesn't come out for another year.
Spring 2027.
I'm just so worn out.
Man, I've missed this.
You and me just getting real about life.
[gasps] Let's turn this place into our feelings dojo.
-Pfft. -I'm gonna order a love seat, candles,
and two cozy weighted blankets on Amazon.
There's so many choices.
Are we thinking faux fur or sherpa fleece?
Bro, I'm thinking I live with a bunch of women. Let's get a poker table.
Turk, you beautiful, bald bastard. That's it.
We'll do a poker night, like in the old days.
That's what I'm saying!
This is the start of a whole new chapter for me.
No more sad sack.
Full-on fun sack.
-That's what I'm talking about. -Right?
We're gonna turn this place into a bro-jo.
A bro-jo.
[♪ "Scenario" playing]
-[J.D.] Whoo-hoo! -[laughs]
I'm never going home.
-It gets even better. -It does?
-I got a roommate. -What?
-[roars] -Chewie?
-[roars] -Chewie, no.
-You're gonna popcorn us. -[roars]
-[neighbor screams] -Oh. [coughs]
Hi. I'm your new neighbor, J.D.
I was just telling Turk about you.
What you watching?
♪ I can't do this all on my own ♪
♪ No, I know I'm no Superman ♪
♪ I'm no Superman ♪
[J.D.] I gotta say, Sacred Heart seems like a completely different place.
For example, some employees aren't even human.
Morning, little supply bot.
The janitor likes me.
Morning, Chief.
Morning. You're in for poker tonight, right?
Oh, you bet.
I'm skipping my daughter's play to be there.
-Oh, don't do that. -Oh, it's fine.
She's 25, and it's Waiting for Godot.
Ugh. More like "waiting to go home," am I right?
[laughing] You get me.
We get each other.
-[laughing] -[laughing] Ah.
I should probably learn his name.
As for the interns, instead of getting pushed into burnout,
they're now pushed into mental health.
"Hey, Sibby, why a wellness room?"
"Oh! I'm so happy you asked."
Nobody asked.
Research shows, drumroll,
that activities such as meditation and block-building
help reduce stress…
She wants us to play with blocks?
Apparently.
The room is now open for organized relaxation.
-[chuckles] -Can we go now?
Yeah, get the hell out.
[J.D.] But some things never change.
-Turk and I were hanging like old times. -Hey, buddy.
-Two chiefs. -Two chiefs.
[chuckles] We're all set, bro.
Once I feed the kids, I'ma take them to practice
and then I'ma drop them off at sleepovers.
Carla has a shift at urgent care,
but that gives me a four-hour window for our poker party.
-Come on! [giggles] -[chair rolls, thunks]
Did someone say poker? I'm in.
Oh, sorry, Hooch, I actually don't have a seat for you.
-Oh, I wasn't asking. -[J.D.] Oh.
I'll bring the bean dip.
Hooch is legitimately crazy.
Out of his damn mind.
-Hey! -Ooh.
Did you really just dump another patient on us?
Okay, first of all, he spiked a fever. Okay?
That means you med-heads have to admit him.
Just because you talk with your hands doesn't make it okay.
-First of all, bring your hands down. -Okay.
[J.D.] And the age-old battle between surgical and medical rages on.
-Check out our kids. -[Turk] Having their first fight.
-Should we fire up our parental voices? -Yep.
Okay, kids, settle down. That's enough.
Don't make us turn this whole hospital around.
He'll do it. Get over here.
[J.D] Get over here, right now.
Dashana, I saw that.
These photos are sick.
Did you wear your scrubs the entire time you were in Ibiza?
I partied at night, but during the day I did help little kids with dysentery.
Ibiza has everything.
[chuckling] Take me back.
Okay, wait. Let's follow each other.
Okay, Dr. Selfie, not exactly what I meant by "take it away."
Oh. Okay. Well, sorry, this is Mr. Nichols. He's 27.
He's admitted with fainting, bleeding gums and bruising,
and he's asking us to accommodate his special diet.
Oh. Of course. Are you vegan, vegetarian, gluten-free?
-Tarzan. -What now?
He's talking about the Tarzan diet. It's, like, all over TikTok.
It's all organic, low carbs, maximum protein.
He has a whole page devoted to it.
Check out this video. He's crushing a 14-egg omelet.
-Like, what? -Twelve, thirteen… Boom! Egg…
That was actually insane, brah.
Um, it's Dr. Brah, and that's probably why you passed out at the gym.
You need more than protein.
The Tarzan diet is how our ancestors ate.
I'm surprised I have to explain that to a doctor.
Our ancestors weren't Tarzan.
Tarzan is a fictional character.
I wouldn't be so sure. They did make a movie about his life.
Hmm. [sighs]
I love this room, Sibby.
When I was an intern, all we had for stress relief
was crying in the supply closet.
Oh. Well, I learned all these techniques at a seminar.
But I guess I got bedbugs at an airport motel for nothing
because the interns don't want to come in here.
They think I'm weird. [sighs]
You're not weird.
Thanks. I'm gonna ring the affirmation gong now.
[gong continues ringing]
Um, do I have to stay here until that ends?
Yeah. Don't talk.
This feud between medical and surgical has been going on
since we were interns, and long before that.
But it all ends today. As your chief of surgery…
…and your chief of medicine, we're gonna show you
how to consult on a patient together.
Today, med…
-…and surg merge. -Merge.
You guys don't charge me per doctor, do you?
No, Mr. Johnson, this is a teaching hospital.
[Mr. Johnson] Oh. Cool.
I have a new kid at home. Could you please keep me alive?
Yes, we will, Darrell.
Mr. Johnson is presenting with lower right quadrant pain.
Let's examine the patient.
-Oh. [chuckles] -Oh, please. You go first.
I think you're gonna teach me something maybe I don't know.
No, I'd love to show you something, but I think you might be able to show me…
[J.D.] I knew what they were trying to say.
I would enjoy if the two of us removed our clothing
and smooshed all over each other.
I'm aware of that, and have similar feelings,
which is why I sometimes laugh too hard at your mediocre jokes.
May I have this dance?
[laughing]
Oh, my God.
-D-train, put a minute on the clock. -[Dashana] Ew.
Thank you. Let's show these newbies how it's done.
-[groans] -He has rebound tenderness.
I'm thinking appendicitis.
And based on medical's more complete history and physical,
we noted a productive cough and thick pneumonia.
Although my surgical expertise is being questioned,
I welcome it because it's best for the patient.
Let's run some tests. Time.
Fifteen seconds. Damn.
That's how we do.
Yeah, that was way more impressive than whatever this was.
-[both] It's a med-surg merge. -Yeah.
Oh, good. I was just gonna buzz you guys.
Can you switch my IV so I can work my other arm?
How about instead we work on getting you healthy, okay?
-[kettlebell clangs] -[grunts]
I'm just gonna leave that there.
Mr. Nichols, your 21st-century TikTok diet
has given you one of the oldest diseases known to man.
You have scurvy.
That's crazy because I'm incredibly healthy.
You get it from malnutrition.
Scurvy can lead to tooth loss, bleeding eyes and heart failure.
Or… or it could not, because it's also a super easy fix.
-Right, Dr. Reid? -Correct, Dr. Tosh.
You need to add citrus fruits to your diet.
Which could be super fun. And hello, farmers' market, right?
You could be, like, the hottest guy there.
Plus all the girls at the farmers' market are super liberated, you know what I mean?
I can't maintain 6% body fat eating fruit.
You do you, Tarzan.
Oh. One tip, though.
Might be tough to tear into a steak with only four teeth.
You don't strike me as the poker type.
You seem like a Bananagrams guy.
Blake, my boy, there's a whole lot you don't know about me.
Watch these hands.
I've done a whole lot of dancing on the green felt.
My old poker nights with Dr. Turk were pretty crazy.
Bam, that's what I'm talking about! [laughs]
Hey, play my song.
[♪ "Macarena" playing]
[exclaims]
[both] ♪ Hey, Macarena! ♪
Those were some of the best times of my life.
Sibby! Hey, girl. You know how to throw them cards?
Poker night, tonight, my house. You in?
Poker?
No. I don't gamble.
What's the game? Five-card stud? Texas hold 'em? What's the buy-in?
Are there buy-backs? Cash game or winner takes all?
No, I don't gamble.
I'm sorry, I need to go make a phone call to the… [mumbles]
-She'll be there. -Yeah, she will.
[sighs]
I feel sorry for him.
I feel sorry for us.
You're a doctor. I've been a doctor for 20 years.
He goes like this for 30 seconds on the toilet,
and suddenly he knows more than us.
I mean, we're just trying to help him.
I know, but every patient in here uses their phone for medical advice.
It's kind of the world now.
And, Sam,
I don't like you enabling patients like that.
So when we're rounding, I don't want to hear or see your social media.
Phones are turning people into brain-dead idiots.
I'm not a brain-dead idiot.
No, of course you're not.
But I'd like to take you seriously as a doctor,
and right now, I'm not sure you've given me a reason to.
-Dr. Turk, you know… -Yo.
…I'm not sure how things worked in the 1900s,
but you can't make interns do personal stuff.
To you, it looks like you're helping me pack snacks
for my kid's softball game,
but secretly, I am teaching you a profound surgical life lesson.
Okay, you're just making this up as you go along, aren't you?
Lesson one. Always think on your feet.
Well done, Dashana. You want kids?
I do, but like most women surgeons, I'm freezing my eggs.
Okay, well, before you hit defrost on those bad boys,
just know this is what your life is gonna look like.
Surgeons are much different than medical.
We're always on call, okay?
And every time you run out that door,
someone's always disappointed.
Damn. Well, so how do you make it all work?
-[phone dings] -Hmm? Oh.
-Uh, well, you don't. -[phone chimes]
Uh, like right now,
-my best friend wants me at poker night. -[phone chimes]
But Carla's shift just got canceled and she wants me home.
-[phone chimes] -[Carla] I bet you miss these, Papi.
I mean, she really wants me home.
Okay, yeah, I think this lesson is done.
No, not so fast, young Padawan.
There's one last thing no surgeon likes to do, but we do it anyway.
Give bad news.
Dr. Turk's wife sent him some freaky pictures.
Now he's not gonna be at poker.
He said he will, quote, "Be hitting that."
I'm sorry for your loss.
Aces over eights! You know what that means, fools.
-[♪ "Macarena" playing] -[singing nonsense words]
Can we deal the next hand, please?
[J.D.]♪ Hey, Macarena! ♪
Just serve the dip, bitch.
Aw, man.
Hey, I drank too much. Is it okay if I crash here?
That's definitely gonna be a no.
[J.D.] When Turk had sex after a dry patch,
he wouldn't tell anyone, but there would be signs.
[♪ "Ain't That a Kick in the Head" playing]
[laughs] Good morning, Sacred Heart.
Scratchers for everybody.
If I get lucky, you get lucky.
Scratcher for you, scratcher for you.
Oh, Francois Dubois, scratcher for you.
-Thank you, king. -Yas, queen.
Here you go, scratcher for you.
Miss Sibby.
I need a win. I need a win.
Ugh. Thanks for nothing.
Hey, Blake, lean back.
I'ma make it rain.
Scratcher, scratcher, scratcher, scratcher. Scratcher!
Hey, how's it going?
Something tells me you got lucky last night.
You know a brother don't kiss and tell, but hell to the yeah!
How'd it go last night? Sorry I had to bail.
Just like the good old days.
-Really? -No.
I'm in the hole, man!
-[grunts] -Please don't flip it. It's brand new.
It's mahogany. You gotta lift with your legs, baby. I'll help.
No, no, no. Hooch. No.
[screams]
-So Sibby tried to flip a table? Damn. -Mm-hmm. Yeah.
Your next poker night's gonna be amazing 'cause I'm gonna be there.
-We're cool, right? -[J.D.] Turk's your best friend.
You can tell him how you really feel.
I can't believe you had an intern tell me.
This was supposed to be the start of a new chapter of my life,
and you abandoned me.
[shrieks, groans]
That's what you get.
Yeah, we're cool.
Oh. I didn't know you were religious.
Oh, no, I'm not. I found this in a patient's room.
I'm using it to hide my phone.
Dr. Reid is, like, all over me about it,
but I have this feeling there's something else wrong with a patient,
so I'm doing a deep dive on his socials.
I think that's really great, Tosh.
I've read that book.
He dies and comes back in the end.
Amara, we gotta go.
[J.D.] I was pissed at Turk,
but I still had to set a great example for our interns.
We're still waiting for the chest CT,
but the initial CRX confirms that Darrell here has pneumonia like I thought,
and not appendicitis like Dr. Turk mistakenly thought.
But that's okay, 'cause I always have his back
even though he doesn't have mine.
-Okay. -[chuckles]
What Dr. Dorian is trying to say is we don't have to cut you,
unlike his words, which I believe were meant to cut me.
Oh, that's a first. A surgeon diagnosed something correctly.
Medical, roll out.
[laughs]
Pfft. Hey, let me borrow that real quick.
I'll pray for you.
Pfft!
[Sam] Dr. Turk, my phone.
Yeah, this change is really hard on both of us,
but you just gotta figure out your new normal.
-[scoffs] -What's that about?
Nothing. Just Dr. Selfie being more interested in DMing patients
than diagnosing them.
"Dr. Selfie"? You're starting to sound a little like Dr. Cox.
Dr. Cox was hard on me, but he taught us how to do things the right way.
He also called you Barbie and undermined your confidence for years.
Don't you remember how that made you feel?
She's really smart.
I mean, keep an eye on her, but give her a chance to do it her way.
Okay, let's do this.
[J.D.] Now I need to handle my own drama with a little flourish.
Do people actually know you learned that at magic camp?
I didn't go to magic camp, Turk.
I went to Criss Angel's Sleight of Hand Symposium for Wooing Women.
Okay.
Look, it sucks you blew off my poker night for sex.
I needed to be with Carla.
Things are hard for me, J.D. Work, marriage, kids.
I got a lot of pressure.
It takes a lot out of me to keep it all going.
Dr. Reid. I know you said no phones,
and you're probably gonna call me Dr. Selfie again--
No, I won't. Go ahead. Show me.
This stuff on Logan's page is really concerning.
[Logan on phone] You see that?
I used to be that fat loser,
and I would rather die than go back to being him.
[shouts]
So there's just post after post like this?
Yeah. This isn't just about some fad diet.
I think it could be some kind of eating disorder.
[scoffs]
You're right.
He's so obsessed with healthy eating,
it's become a compulsion and made him sick.
It could be orthorexia, and I missed it.
That was a really good catch, Dr. Tosh.
Honestly, I'm just… I'm tired of hearing how overwhelmed you are
by your big happy family and your wife that loves you
when I spend half my time completely alone.
I wish that I had your problems.
You sure about that? 'Cause I never get to be alone.
Last week, I got stuck in the stairwell.
I didn't call for help. I just stood there, at peace.
So yeah, maybe I'd love just a little of your problems.
[♪ "Solid Ground" playing]
Radiology called up. It's about your pneumonia patient.
[J.D.] One of the things that didn't change about this place
is that it has a way of bringing people back together.
Orthorexia is a relatively new eating disorder.
We're gonna help you get through this.
[J.D.] Unfortunately, sometimes it's the hard moments that mend us.
So the pain was mimicking appendicitis due to the shared neural pain pathways.
But it turned out to be a post-obstructive pneumonia
caused by that spiculated mass.
So Darrell has lung cancer.
He just had a baby.
It's so awful.
So who's going to tell him? Surgical or medical?
♪ Solid ground ♪
[baby fusses]
[J.D.] When things like this happen,
we suddenly see everything just a bit differently.
[no audible dialogue]
[sighs]
Tell Nora Uncle J.D. says, "I hope she hits a home run."
All those things that felt overwhelming,
with a little perspective,
suddenly feel like a gift.
You wanna come?
I mean, there's a divorced mom
who drinks Chardonnay out of a Stanley cup and wears no bra.
I'm pretty sure you two will hit it off.
Sounds like a great first mistake. Maybe another time.
-You know what? Give her my number. -Already did.
-I'll see you tomorrow? -Yeah, man.
And too much time alone feels like an opportunity
to be there for someone else.
-Oh. Hey, Dr. Dorian. -Hey.
This week sucked. We're getting hammered. You in?
Sure. I don't have anything else going on.
Appletinis on me.
Ooh. I will not be having that.
But if you are catching the check, let's go.
I've never tried an appletini before.
I've never finished a whole drink before.
Well, I hope you two like older women,
'cause tonight you're hooking up with Granny Smith.
Okay, now everybody take it slow.
I ordered these easy on the 'tini,
but the sugar in these things can still make you a little crazy.
Thanks for buying, Dr. Dorian.
I'm a little light till my next paycheck.
Hey, uh, what do you guys got there?
You doing eight-ball, nine-ball?
Damn.
Am I into Sibby?
Okay, just one for me,
then I got a date with my couch
and a little movie star named Sandra Bullock.
-Um, no… -No…
[J.D.] I know they're just kids, but it's nice to find a little community.
-Cheers. -[all] Cheers.
Slow. Go slow. I told you to go slow.
[laughing]
[J.D.] The best part is they have no idea just how bad an appletini hangover is.
Ugh.
-Pinky out, little slow sips. -Mmm.