[J.D.] They say about a third of relationships start in the workplace.
In a hospital, it's even higher.
Maybe it's all the stress…
[both chuckling]
…or the fact that we spend more time with our colleagues
than most people spend with their families.
[♪ "Bad Habit" plays]
[Dashana, Amara laughing]
[Blake chuckles] Yo. Yo.
[J.D.] Whatever it is, people in hospitals get pretty close pretty fast.
[♪ peaceful music playing]
But if a workplace relationship goes bad, there's nowhere to hide.
-[♪ peaceful music stops] -[♪ playing suspenseful music]
Look, Lily, I-I hope we can agree to keep this professional.
Professional? Is that what you call it?
Parading around in front of me in a slutty little doctor costume?
I'm a doctor. This is what I wear.
Well, then, Doctor, you messed up,
because my dad is in the mob.
Well, he's mob-adjacent. He manages an Italian restaurant.
But he knows people. Italians. Capisce?
Oh, I "capisce-ed" all of that.
Mmm. Oh, I like her. You two have a very cute,
"Will they, won't they, will she kill you?" thing going on.
You don't really think she'll have me whacked, do you?
I mean, all I did was not sleep with her.
Well, now you'll sleep with the fishes.
But don't worry, Dr. Dorian, I'm sure you'll disappoint them too.
[button clicking]
I can see you hitting the "door close" button.
Oh, I'm not trying to hide it.
[J.D.] Gosh, he's mean. But also so clever.
While I had moved too fast,
Elliot was afraid to move at all with her new boyfriend.
He was an organ transplant pilot.
But right now, Turk and I were busy with our own important debate.
Turk, that was not a UFO we saw. It was a skywriting wedding proposal.
We had also been drinking a whole lot of rosé.
I know what I saw, J.D.
The thing zigged and then it zagged.
Yeah, he was making the V in "love." Zig, zag.
Thank you for your service.
Why are you saluting? He's not in the military.
He's not even qualified to fly whole people.
He's Postmates for body parts.
Okay, guys, Wes has to go.
Oh, before you go, could you do the pilot voice real quick, please?
Turk, come on. [stammers] There's nothing special about me.
Agreed.
[Wes] We all save lives.
I just do it at 500 miles an hour.
All due respect, he's a regular pilot.
There's a whole medical team in back with the body parts.
-J.D., zip it. -Zip it good.
So, is that a yes to my invite to take you to Napa this weekend?
Oh, that is a very firm maybe.
[Turk] Okay, Elliot.
[pilot voice] Okay, folks,
this breakfast has reached its final destination.
He's doing it.
I know you have a choice when it comes to who you dine with,
and I appreciate you choosing me.
[gasps] Wings. Hell yeah. Here, buddy.
I am not gonna wear plastic wings like a child.
I'll wear them like a glorious eagle.
-You want me to help you put yours on? -Fine.
[mimicking pilot voice] I appreciate you helping me put my wing--
-Ow, bro! -My bad. My bad.
[♪ "Superman" plays]
♪ I can't do this all on my own ♪
♪ No, I know I'm no Superman ♪
♪ I'm no Superman ♪
All of my divorced friends say how hard it is to meet someone,
and then this perfect guy just drops out of the sky, literally.
There's got to be something wrong with him.
Elliot, maybe he's just a good guy.
Oh, then why is he not married, hmm? Answer me that.
Oh, wait, you can't, can you?
'Cause you want to know what they call pilots? Sky playas.
First of all, nobody's ever called them that.
But you know what? Here's what I'm gonna do.
I'll feel him out for you. Big dog to big dog.
It'll be a little bro-down showdown.
I'm gonna find out if he's naughty or nice.
Yeah, 'cause I'm Black Santa, baby.
Okay, fine. Just don't be weird,
like with everything you just said.
Make Santa Black, everybody gets uncomfortable.
Where were you? We have a code caviar.
[J.D.] Code caviar meant a VIP was being admitted into the hospital.
-Everyone had to bring their A game. -Mmm.
-Who's the VIP? -Hospital board member, Mr. Walton.
His wife found him passed out at home.
Is Walton the older white gentleman who golfs?
They're all older white gentlemen who golf.
-Ooh. -Mr. Walton is chairman of the board.
Chairman? Pippa, lose those table nachos.
Okay, I'ma wheel them out, but I am not throwing these away.
Look, I know I'm not your favorite person, but we need to work together on this.
Your inability to recognize that I would put the hospital above my hatred of you
is part of the reason I hate you. The other part is--
Literally everything else about me. I know.
Dr. Cox forwards me your insulting emails.
[Kevin] Look, we need an intern.
Which of your mouth breathers has screwed up the least?
Asher, you've had a solid week of not almost killing someone.
Welcome to the team.
Dr. Dorian, Dr. Park. This is an honor.
Congrats, you're our slop boy.
Yeah, whatever we suck out of this old guy,
blood, feces, urine, you just race it to the lab.
Don't look at him. Don't talk to him.
If he hands you this bedpan, you just hold it up and say,
"Please, sir, may I have some more?"
-On it. -[elevator bell dings]
They're here.
Mr. Walton, Dr. Park and I will personally oversee your care.
You're in good hands, sir.
-So are you. -[scoffs]
Okay. So, Mindy, it's elective,
but I strongly advise you go through with the fibroid surgery.
It's the only way you'll stop being in pain.
-Cool, cool, cool. Love it. -[Turk] Mmm.
-Let's do it. -Okay.
♪ Cut it, slice it, chop it, drop it Grip it, rip it, let's go get it ♪
-Okay, Mindy. -Right, let's talk outside, you two.
[all chuckling]
She's fun.
She's a runner. She's delayed surgery so many times.
The second you look away, she's gonna bolt.
-What? I don't see it. -Me neither.
She wants us to cut it, slice it, chop it, drop it.
She's covering her nerves. Who the hell raps about surgery?
♪ T-Money, all up in your tummy ♪
♪ Cutting out the lumps And the bumps that look funny ♪
First of all, I'm a trained surgical rapper.
Mindy's scared.
You two need to keep an eye on her at all times, all right?
♪ Ain't no scalpel like the one I got No one can cut you better ♪
Thanks for rushing this through.
Any time, handsome.
[Sam] Ugh.
What? I'm not handsome?
-Not seeing it. -That'll change.
-Ooh. -Oh.
Oh! Dr. Reid.
What do you think of Dr. Lewis?
He's a narcissistic me monster with main character syndrome,
and I cannot stand being around him.
Great, you're rounding with him.
His patients keep getting readmitted, and I want to know what's going on.
-I need you to go undercover. -Okay.
[Russian accent] I do amazing Russian accent.
I don't think you do.
[Russian accent] Thank you for feedback. I work on it.
-So, your charts look good. -[knocks]
Sorry to interrupt, but Dr. Reid wants me to round with you.
Hmm. Lucky you.
[J.D.] Luckily, Mr. Walton's high-stakes emergency
turned out to be nothing but a low heart rate.
The good news is, Mr. Walton, your vital signs are back to normal.
You're going to be fine.
Bad news for your golfing buddies. They're going to keep losing. [chuckles]
[Kevin, Mr. Walton chuckling]
[J.D.] I hate myself.
You know, you two should join me on the links sometime.
I'd love to. I play 18 holes every weekend.
Damn that windmill on the sixth hole.
What's your handicap?
Blondes.
[all laughing]
Yes, I relate to all of this.
Are you sure he's gonna be okay? I worry so much.
His heart is strong, Mrs. Walton. I think he was just dehydrated.
-[Mr. Walton] You see, Bunny? -Okay.
You aren't gonna get rid of me that easily. [chuckles]
[chuckles] My little Bunny, my little…
[gags]
[sighs] Did you see that? That is how it is done, slop boy.
It was a pleasure to do.
Not now, Asher. I have a speech to give.
You were all a part of this victory.
Our dedication and teamwork,
and, I don't think it's too hasty to say,
my leadership are what makes Sacred Heart the best of the best.
Now, roll back in those table nachos.
[staff cheering, applauding]
If you notice, every chip is covered in cheese.
It's not by accident, people.
Feels like there's more applause for the nachos than my speech.
Nachos!
-[elevator bell dings] -Code caviar, code caviar.
What? Who is it now?
I don't get it. His ECHO and his EKG were normal. He was stable.
I don't know what happened.
I made him a smoothie and he just collapsed.
You thinking what I'm thinking?
[J.D.] Did I leave my coffee mug on the urinal again?
Maybe. What are you thinking?
That Bunny is after his money.
[J.D.] No one thinks that.
-Get that money, girl. -Mm-hmm.
We ain't gonna judge you.
Captain Wes.
-No flight yet? -No, but in about three minutes,
Ms. Yolanda's flaky cheddar biscuits are popping out of that oven.
I'm warming up the butter as we speak.
My man.
[both laughing]
So, you get a lot of tail as a pilot, Wes?
Excuse me?
You know, different women in every city.
Various hoes in various area codes. I know you a sky playa.
Not my style.
Wes. It's just us.
You can tell me. Bro code.
Dr. Turk, cheating makes me sick.
And if that's what you're doing in your marriage,
for God's sake, get help.
You're a good man, Wes.
[butter squishes]
-Yeah, we just buttered each other. -Mm-hmm.
That's on me. You're welcome.
[Amara sighs]
Ugh, enough of this. I'm a surgeon, not a babysitter.
Good, because I was a terrible babysitter, according to the Johnsons.
I don't know what they were so mad about. We found both kids.
Wait, what are you doing?
I took Mindy's stuff. She's not gonna leave without this.
We can't do that. Dr. Turk told us that--
Oh, my God, bro, this is your problem.
You're such a rule follower, even when the rules don't make sense.
Not true. The other night when my uncle wasn't looking,
I touched the thermostat.
74 to 77, baby.
Oh. [chuckles] Amara, sometimes you have got to be bold.
Trust me, it's good for your personal growth.
Um, Mindy's gone.
Hmm?
-Why would you let me do that? -This is just like the Johnson twins.
There's no well near this hospital, is there?
[stammers]
Hey, I should be a detective. Your boy Wes checks out.
You're going to Napa.
Oh, Turk, I don't know.
Elliot, you're so in your head.
You don't get it
-because your marriage worked out. -Mm-mmm…
I'm sorry to make that sound like a criticism.
I'm happy your marriage worked out. Hooray.
But mine didn't, so maybe my instincts are just way off.
Well, mine aren't, and Wes gets the Turk stamp of approval.
I don't know. You're pretty loosey-goosey with that stamp.
I mean, even he gets one.
You like? I know you do.
You want to know why you're single?
I got Exhibit A and Exhibit B right here, and they're both nasty.
True-love-awaits five.
[Kevin] Well, she's clearly a dangerous woman.
I mean, just look at the breasts.
Okay, but only because you said to.
He goes home with his wife, and then he starts crashing again.
Something's not right. She's clearly trying to hurt him or worse.
Worse?
Park's theory was about as clear as the lungs on an emphysema patient.
Take the blinders off, Dorian. That's one dangerous dame.
Now look here, bozo.
I know there's no true love in your topsy-turvy world
where you'll have a roll in the hay with every Tom, Dick, and Harry
that buys you a drink and an Uber home in the morning,
but all I see is a loving wife.
If you can't see that, you're blind, mister. Blind, I tell you.
You're too trusting. It's going to get you killed one day.
[Lily] That's the plan.
When I buy a man a drink, I expect to be bent over a sink, you hear?
And now,
you're a dead man.
-[blows] -[coughs]
[roars]
We can't just accuse a board member's wife of attempted murder.
I guess we'll just wait and see, then.
We will see. [Transatlantic accent] See?
So, how did the exam with Blake go?
Terrible.
He took a thorough history, had great bedside manner,
and made the same diagnoses I would have made. He was perfect.
Huh. That's fascinating, because his patient is back
and she's asking to see a different doctor.
Shiggidy.
[J.D.] There are many mysteries in a hospital, like what's up with this guy?
And where the hell is that lady?
Hey, what are you guys looking for?
Nothing. None of your business.
Oh, my God, I'm sorry.
No, I'm sorry.
And while this arm's full of bodily fluids with Mr. Walton's name on it,
the other one's free for a hug with Amara's name on it.
Focus on your slop tray, Asher.
-We are doing real doctor stuff. -[whispering] I'm sorry.
[J.D.] Still, my mystery felt the most sinister.
[nurse on PA] Rapid response. Rapid response to suite 307.
I don't know what happened. He just passed out again.
Now do you believe me?
Mr. Walton, we're not sure why your blood pressure keeps dropping,
but we're gonna figure it out.
That's what you people keep telling me, and yet here I am.
We have a plan, sir. We're gonna put you in isolation.
Hopefully by controlling your environment,
we'll be able to pinpoint what might be causing your syncope and your hypotension.
No one will be allowed in the room except for Dr. Dorian and myself.
[clicks tongue] I'll miss you, sweetheart.
[Mr. Walton chuckles]
[J.D.] The experiment has begun.
[Dashana] It's her.
-Damn. -[sighs]
And this, Dashana, is why I follow the rules.
Yeah, you really shouldn't listen to me.
Okay? I am overconfident because my dad loves me too much.
I grew up believing I could be an Olympic-level figure skater,
and if I'm being honest, I still think I can make it.
Okay, so his love has made you delusional.
Ooh.
Okay, at least you have the courage to go after what you want.
I'll never have that.
Oh, you know, I actually texted my dad about you.
And he told me I should play you this gospel song
and let the spirit move you.
[♪ "New Life" plays]
♪ I moved from my old house And I moved from my old friends ♪
♪ I moved from my old way of strife…♪
Yeah, he gets it.
Can I get an amen?
[imitating mannequin] Amen, girl.
So, Ms. Herring, earlier you told Dr. Lewis and Dr. Tosh
that you have heartburn. Did it get worse?
-I lied. I never had heartburn. -Oh.
I came in because I haven't gone, you know, number two in, like, a week.
-Why didn't you just tell us that? -I am telling you that.
I just didn't want to tell him that.
-I mean, look at him, he's hot. -[Blake groans]
[Ms. Herring] Do you think he knows we're watching?
[Sam] Of course he does.
I would have been so embarrassed.
Okay, Amanda, we'll start you on…
-[shutter clicks] -Dr. Lewis,
could you please stop stretching so this poor woman can have her life back?
[Sam] Dude, seriously?
Hi, Dr. Lewis.
Mrs. Walton, are you all right?
No. [sighs] I'm not all right. My husband needs me.
I do things for him that no one else can.
Ah, no… no details. I'm English.
[sobs] Oh, please help me.
-[whimpers] -I'm getting pee on the floor.
Walton's been away from his wife and he's totally stable.
-Maybe you're right about her. -[Kevin] You think?
What is with the emotional support corpse?
Oh, that's Rowdy.
Be nice to him. He hasn't had a walk in 26 years.
I hope you're wrong about Mrs. Walton. I mean, it's…
It's kind of hard to believe that anybody would do that to their spouse.
You never really know what a person is capable of.
[J.D.] Oh, my God, is he about to share?
You can love someone for ten years, get engaged,
be their rock when their family rejects them…
[J.D.] Yep, it's happening.
…and then you're at a medical conference,
and suddenly you're getting an accidental text that says,
"Don't worry, he'll be gone all weekend."
Wow. I'm really sorry that happened to you.
Don't be.
I drove home early, took some incriminating photos,
and used them as leverage to keep custody of my Dobermans.
Great to know. And let me just say,
if anything ever happens to your Dobermans,
I have a great guy.
Oh, God.
[nurse on PA] Rapid response. Rapid response to suite 307.
Okay, I haven't seen my mother in months, and Mrs. Walton called me a good boy,
so I let her in the room.
[J.D.] Asher, they're just boobs.
Apparently you're too hot.
See? I told you you'd get there.
[sighing] Oh, my…
Dr. Lewis, this is serious.
There have been studies. When patients have an attractive doctor,
they won't talk about the disgusting things happening in their bodies.
So, what do you want me to do about that?
Well, if you share your vulnerabilities, then they'll share theirs with you.
Yeah, I don't have vulnerabilities.
Please, no one works out that hard if they always looked like that.
I bet you were a husky little chunker who wore T-shirts when he swam.
-It was a sun shirt. -I knew it.
Look, being vulnerable is how we get close to people.
Gotta go.
[sighs]
So, what was your kryptonite?
Ice cream? Pizza?
I haven't been bullied like this in a while.
Birthday cake for the big boy.
I didn't do anything to my husband. I keep telling you.
It's easier if you're honest.
Fine. I put his creams on for him.
He's a very proud man.
He wasn't gonna let the chief of medicine and head attending do it for him.
What creams?
Here, this one is for his heart,
and this one is for his hemorrhoids.
Miss Walton, you mixed them up.
This one is for his heart.
This one is for his hemorrhoids.
-Oh, no. -His heart cream is nitroglycerin.
Every time you applied it to his nether regions,
it got rapidly absorbed and dropped his blood pressure.
And that is why he keeps passing out.
[J.D.] Butt plague can be dangerous.
-I can't believe I hurt him. -It's okay. We figured it out.
[crying]
[whispering] Comfort her.
You're chief. You go comfort her.
[whispering] No, I'm your boss. Comfort her.
Asher!
What are you doing here?
I messed up with that VIP patient.
Dr. Park and Dr. Dorian hate me.
Not as much as Dr. Turk's gonna hate me.
I lost a patient.
Death never gets easier, does it?
No, I mean, I literally lost her.
God, I'm so stressed out.
So am I. All we want to do is help people.
It feels like everything in this building is trying to stop us.
-What are you doing? -Letting the spirit move me.
[♪ "New Life" plays]
♪ I moved from my old house And I moved from my old friends ♪
♪ I moved from my old way of strife… ♪
[Asher] Go slow, I'm English.
[chuckles]
I actually feel a lot better. I don't even know why I came in. [chuckles]
-Oh. -I'm probably just going to head home.
Um… [clears throat]
let me share a little bit about myself. [sighs]
My husband and I are in the process of adopting twins.
Do you have kids?
Oh. Can you check out this pit rash?
-Hey, you totally just lied in there. -And?
You're incapable of being vulnerable, aren't you?
What? Toby and I have been trying to adopt for a year.
You know, I worked my ass off to get here.
I almost dropped out of med school,
and you walk around smirking about how easy everything comes to you.
Ever wonder why I'm six years older than all of you?
I've been through a lot more than just being the fat kid at the pool.
Oh, my God. Blake, you did it.
You were just vulnerable with me.
You were super douchey about it, but you did it.
I'm proud of you, big boy.
Hey.
Thought you would have left with Wes by now.
Oh, I was thinking of having the IT guy check if he's on the dark web.
-What's that? -I don't know,
but the moms' text chain seems very worried about it.
No, I meant the IV bag. Mindy?
I don't want to do the surgery.
[Turk] I figured.
Look, you can't guarantee the outcome of these things.
But if you don't take this risk,
you're missing a chance to feel a lot better, to have a happier life.
I know you're scared, but…
you got me,
and I'm going to be there for you every step of the way.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
Two birds, one stone.
-Hey. -Hey.
Let's spend the weekend together.
I'm sorry it took me so long.
[♪ "Heavy Foot" plays]
[gasps] You found her.
-No. [chuckles] -Then why are you smiling so hard?
[chuckles, shushes]
Um, Dr. Turk, we have something to tell you.
That you defied me, lost your patient, and wasted the day looking for her,
and you don't realize that she's in the bed behind you waiting for surgery.
-We're so sorry. -Don't sweat it.
-Oh, really? -Hell no.
You two are going to pay for this for a really long time.
And Amara, Mindy was under the bed in the on-call room.
She told me everything.
What happened in the on-call room?
Nothing. [chuckles]
Girl, what you mean, nothing? What's going on?
♪ No they're never gonna keep Us all down…♪
I want what they have.
What? Somebody to rub hemorrhoid cream on your butt?
-That's the dream. -[sighs]
♪ No they're never gonna keep Us all down ♪
Here you go.
So, are we forgiven?
Oh, no, we're just getting started. You see that Frogger machine over there?
Go get the high score, and then put my initials on it.
Yes, sir.
The Todd is just looking for something real.
-My forever five. -Mmm.
Whoa!
How about we make tonight feel like forever?
I don't know what I'm doing wrong.
Hey, Todd, how do you feel about a lady who plays the harp?
-You had me at "lady." -Mmm.
-Hook-it-up five. -I will. All right.
-[chuckles] -Two-birds-one-stone five.
Well done.