[ Ship horn blares ]
[ Jackhammer pounding ]
**
- There are few mysteries left in this world--
deep sea, outer space, the human brain.
- So you had a sex dream about Katie. No big deal.
- [ Slurping ]
- I say go for it.
- I am her doctor. It's unethical.
Okay. Fine. She makes me nervous.
She's so confident, and I'm just this bundle of--
- Everything good in the world.
- ♪ You can take it out on me ♪
- I knew I'd like living with you.
- ♪ I hope you know ♪
- Here's what we do know about the brain.
[ Suspenseful music plays ]
- [ Gasps ] - The fear response
manifests in the amygdala. - Are you okay?
- Do you mind if we take the stairs again?
- Of course. Today is leg day.
[ Both chuckle ]
- ♪ It's okay to get mad ♪
- I don't wanna go to daycare!
- The prefrontal cortex helps us regulate our emotions.
- Argh! I want Mom. - Hey! Move it!
- Argh! Argh! - [ Horn honking ]
- Liam, you can't scream like that when I'm driving!
It's dangerous. I need to focus! - Argh! Argh!
I hate you!
- ♪ Don't overthink ♪
- The hippocampus stores our memories...
the bad and the good.
- ♪ I hope you know ♪
♪ Say it, say, I love you, always forever ♪
♪ Near and far, closer together ♪
♪ Everywhere, I will be with you ♪
♪ Everything, I will do for you ♪
- Hey.
[ Speaking indistinctly ]
- And perhaps most important of all,
multiple brain centers are vital for love.
- ♪ Near and far, (closer together ♪
♪ Everywhere, I will be with you ♪
♪ Everything, I will do for you ♪
♪ I love you, always forever ♪
♪ Near and far, closer together ♪
- And yet, for all we do know about the brain,
it can still leave us completely mystified.
**
- I have something for ya.
[ Zipper slides ]
- I don't do black tie.
- There's a gala.
Usually insufferable. I never go.
- Wow. You're really selling it.
- This year, I'm being honored, with an award.
- They give awards for cutting and slicing,
as if surgeons need an ego boost?
- [ Chuckles ] This is why I need you there,
you know, keep me humble.
- Fine.
But I'm not putting out.
- [ Laughs ]
- What?
**
- I think I'm falling for you.
**
[ Footsteps approach ]
- I keep hoping to come down here and find you gone,
thinking that maybe somehow in the middle of the night
you came to your senses and left.
- I've been a good houseguest, haven't I?
I've got good doctors. I've got good meds.
I take them every day like clockwork.
I'm in a good place, Muriel.
- Hm.
- I see you kept this old thing, huh?
- What are we going to tell Oliver?
- The truth.
- You've seen him.
You see how well he's doing.
Oh, he is thriving at Bronx Gen.
And he's dating a neurosurgeon.
[ Chuckles ] Can you imagine that?
- Hm.
- Oh, God. He's finally happy, Noah.
So happy.
We can't take that away from him.
**
You can leave. And he'll never know.
**
- This has been a... long 30 years, Muriel.
**
- And you haven't known him since he was 14 years old.
I need a little more time to figure out how to handle this.
**
[ Door opens ]
**
[ Door closes ]
**
- ♪ Joy, joy, joy, joy ♪
[ Choir singing ]
**
- If WBCCC is here, I will embarrass you all.
- Oh, man. - I only do medical acronyms.
- West Bronx Community Church Choir?
- The best choir in all of NYC.
- Mm-hmm. - I'm obsessed with them.
- Didn't really pin you for a choral type, Dana.
- Oh, what can I say?
The Christian-to-queer pipeline is canon.
- Hey, team. Thanks for meeting me.
Let's make sure that all the survivors from the collapse
get a secondary neuro assessment.
Dr. Pierce is already here handling psych evals
and grief counseling.
Let's do this. - Okay. Over there.
[ Metal groaning]
[ Electricity crackling]
- [ Screams ]
- No!
**
- Okay. Sounds good to me.
- Are you still getting headaches?
- There you go.
- Your neuro exam looks good.
Just one final test.
Have you just hold out your arms,
and then you'll resist me pressing down.
[ Baby crying ]
Great. Okay. You're getting your strength back.
So I'd say whatever you're doing, keep it up.
- Haven't been doing much of anything.
My home's gone. My Celia's gone.
- I was just telling Mr. Pomeroy here about the grief counseling
we offer at Bronx General.
- Yeah, I think that would be a great idea.
- For now, I've got the church, and that's nice.
Pastor Thomas is good people.
Working nonstop to get us all housing.
- The woman is a saint.
- She really is.
She has these visions, you know...
says God shows her what He wants her to see.
It's incredible, really.
- Wolf?
Wolf? Wolf!
I see your wheels turnin',
but you might wanna leave this one to God.
- Pastor Thomas, hi. I'm Dr. Wolf.
I'm the head of Neuro at Bronx General.
You already met my better half, Dr. Pierce.
- Lovely to meet you.
And this is my better half, Samuel.
- Uh, Dr. Wolf just wanted to thank you
for opening the doors of your church to the community.
- Please. It was the neighborly thing to do.
Doctors and nurses are the real heroes.
- Some of the patients here have mentioned that you have visions.
Is it true, Pastor? Do you see things that aren't there?
- Wolf. - The Lord bestowed
a true miracle on her.
- The visions are both a blessing and burden,
distracting at times.
But I'm grateful for them.
- Well, thank you for sharing, Pastor.
Dr. Wolf and I should get back to our rounds.
- I would like to hear more about this gift some time.
- Of course. The truth never fears investigation.
I'm sorry to cut this conversation short,
but I have to go find apartments
for our recently unhoused friends.
If you'll excuse me. I just need my hat.
**
- [ Grunting ]
Sweetheart. Just watch the hair.
- Oh. Sorry, honey. My mistake.
[ Laughs ]
**
- You saw that, right?
- Mm-hmm.
- She mistook her husband... for a hat.
- Are you a religious man, Dr. Wolf?
- The closest I come to religion is medicine.
And Bach. - Hm!
His hymns were the spirits speaking through him,
a God-given talent.
- Hm.
- It's funny. I'd assume in your occupation
that you'd have witnessed more than a few miracles.
- Well, if you consider human resilience a miracle,
then I definitely have.
- Hey, sweetpea. Are you lost?
**
How can we help?
- Pastor Thomas?
- You can't see her, can you?
[ Sighs ]
- How long ago did your visions begin?
- A few months ago.
I started seeing things that weren't really there,
faces where there are no faces at all,
objects where there are faces.
It turned my world upside down, but in a remarkable way.
- Aren't you hungry for a diagnosis?
- Not at all.
This is God trying to tell me something.
I'm just not sure what.
Yet.
I'll gladly let you look at my brain--
if it proves to you that miracles exist.
**
- What is this?
- Uh-- - A tennis ball?
- Wrong. It's pyrite.
- Is this a magic trick? 'Cause if it is, it sucks.
- Um-- - Is this about Pastor Thomas?
- Indeed. I believe our pastor
may be experiencing visual agnosia.
Not an issue with her vision,
but in the way her brain processes what she sees.
Where we see pyrite,
her parietal cortex may perceive an apple.
- Funny. I see lunch.
- Pastor Thomas believes that she's received a gift from God,
but I'm concerned that her agnosia is a symptom
of an even more serious condition.
- Well, it could be the first presentation
of a neurodegenerative disease,
like Alzheimer's or Lewy body dementia.
- Or a rare presentation of toxic exposure.
Head trauma. Encephalitis.
- The result of a stroke?
- Or, it could be something
even less serious or even reversible.
I mean, maybe the pastor's right.
Maybe it is just some sort of miracle.
- Let's stay in the earthly realm.
She has agreed to have an MRI,
so, hopefully, we'll have answers soon.
- Why do bad things always happen to good people?
- Hey, we don't even know if there's anything wrong with her yet.
What are we doing?
- The three of us were talking,
and we thought we could help move you up the fear hierarchy,
as a way to get you over your, um, phobia.
- You want me to try exposure therapy?
- Hear us out. Uh, at this point,
you can handle being near elevators just fine, right?
- Sort of.
- That's great. So, the next step is to watch
the people you love or care about or whatever,
you know, do the thing that you're scared of.
- Mm-hm. - We step on,
you tell us if your anxiety spikes.
Cool?
- Hm.
- [ Clears throat ]
[ Metal groaning]
- Anything? - Nope. [ Chuckles ]
- Great! We're getting a sense of your baseline!
[ Metal groaning]
- Dana.
Dana, get out.
Get out of the elevator now!
- Okay. Okay.
Okay. Okay. I'm out. Ohh.
- So, what does this mean?
- Means I'm her favorite.
- You trying to make me jealous, Dr. Dang?
- Hm!
- Your flexibility and overall mobility
are much better than when we first started.
Soft-tissue mobilization is breaking up scar formation.
And decreased pain and increased strength and balance.
Check, check, and check. - Hm! [ Chuckles ]
- And don't even get me started on your range of motion.
And you finally get your wish. I am going to recommend
that Friday is your last session here.
You're graduating!
- I'm graduating?
- Yep.
So, if you ever have any questions,
you know where to find me.
- I do have one question.
When are you gonna stop being my doctor and kiss me?
- [ Stammers ] Wha-- Uh...
[ Chuckles ] Technically and physically,
spiritually, you are still my patient.
Uh, and don't get me wrong,
I have loved all 20 seasons of "Grey's Anatomy,"
but every time a doctor starts making out with a patient,
I'm always like, "How unprofessional. Am I right?"
Anyway-- Ow. - [ Chuckles ]
- But, um, maybe I will just
brush up on the old S&P manual and circle back.
- Yeah. See you Friday.
**
- I need your help with something sensitive.
Did Oliver ever tell you how his father died?
- Yes. There was a camping trip.
His father left him in the woods.
They found his body in a ravine.
- There's more to the story.
I just thought it was pure schlock
aimed at bored housewives.
Just another male author trying to profit off of women's misery.
Am I the only woman in America
who hated "The Bridges of Madison County"?
Come on! [ Laughs ] - Muriel?!
- [ Door closes ] - Noah! What are you doing here?
- They're after us. We have to get out of here.
- Excuse me.
- Where's Oliver? - He's safe. But we're not.
Pack a bag and meet in the car in ten minutes.
- Noah. Where is our son?
Where is Oliver?!
- Somewhere no one will find him.
- [ Exhales shakily ]
- How could you have lied to him?
- I lied to protect him.
- Ohh... mnh... - Carol, you're a mother.
Imagine it was your daughter. What would you have done?
- I would not have pretended her daddy was dead.
[ Sighs ] Well, when are you gonna tell him the truth?
- I'm not telling him.
Noah is at my house. He has agreed to stay put.
I need you to appeal to him.
- No! - Yes.
As a psychiatrist. And as Wolf's best friend.
- Muriel, I think
you have manipulated this situation long enough.
Tell him the truth.
- I don't think I could do that alone.
- [ Sighs ]
**
[ Knock on door ]
- Uh, can I help you?
- Honestly?
I'm beyond help.
- I recognize your voice.
You-- You were from the collapsed building.
You found Stuart, the dog.
- [ Exhales heavily ]
I've run this moment through my mind about a million times.
How could I get you to recognize me 30 years later?
Time.
Coupled with prosopagnosia. That's a...
That's a tall order.
- I don't mean to be rude, but why are you here?
- It's me-- Ollie.
It's Dad.
- Well, that's absurd. My father died when I was 14.
Well, that was a lie. [ Chuckles ]
Was a terrible lie. I just...
...left.
I left to protect you and...
- Sir, I don't know who you think you are.
- Look at me.
- Young Noah: What makes me me?
- Young Oliver: You have bushy eyebrows.
You have a big nose.
- My father died.
He died in the woods. He didn't make it out.
He said he was coming back for me and he didn't.
And he died. - I was out of my mind, Oliver.
I was a danger to you.
- You can't be my father.
- Do you remember what I said before I left?
"You're gonna be the greatest doctor in the world."
I knew it. I knew it even then.
If I had stayed in your life,
I don't think you would have made it here.
I'm proud of you.
- You're proud of me? - Hm.
[ Vehicle doors close ]
- How could you be proud of me?
- [ Knock on door ] - [ Door opens ]
- Oliver?
You swore you wouldn't do this.
- You knew?!
You've always known.
- I just found out. We came straight here.
- Oh, you just came here together to say, what,
"Surprise, your father's alive"?
- Oliver. Please. Sit down. Let us talk to you.
Your father and I had our reasons.
- Please. - I'm not gonna let you
rationalize your way out of this!
- Muriel, now is not the time for an explanation.
Wolf, what you are experiencing right now is shock.
- Oh, is it? That's what it is? Thank you so much, Dr. Pierce.
- Ollie. - No.
Don't call me that.
**
I'm leaving.
This is my house.
And I don't want any of you in it when I get back!
[ Door slams ]
[ Objects thudding ]
- I have the Pastor Thomas images printed out the way you like it.
**
- Butterfly lesion in the occipital lobe.
- Crossing the midline via the corpus callosum.
- Is there any way this isn't a terminal diagnosis?
- I wish.
But it doesn't look like lymphoma,
and it isn't a met.
Your patient has glioblastoma. - Divine, she said.
And now she has three months, maybe six at best.
- There are options.
Maximal safe resection. Add Temodar and radiation.
- But it will recur. - It will always recur.
**
- Of course, there are no miracles.
Just lies we tell ourselves.
- Uh, Oliver, what's going on? The box, the tux.
You know the event's not for a couple days, right?
- Yeah. I can't work here.
I should never have agreed to work with my mother.
- Wait. Did-- Did something happen?
I mean, I-I could talk to her maybe.
- Oh, yes. Great idea. My boyfriend
should talk to my insane, controlling mother.
Do you know what lies due to the brain over time, Josh?
Neuroplasticity gets blunted.
Every lie matters less.
- Wolf, slow down. Slow down.
Does this have anything to do with what I told you,
that I'm... falling for you?
- How could you be falling for me?
You don't know anything about me.
**
[ Door closes ]
- Hey. Six o'clock.
[ Knocking ]
- Hey, Michelle. What's up?
Why do I feel like I'm in trouble?
- You tell me, Van. Liam was really upset
when I picked him up from daycare today.
He said that you yelled at him on the way there?
- No, I-I didn't yell at him.
He was throwing a full-fledged tantrum.
I told him to calm down.
- We're supposed to validate their feelings.
Have you not listened to any of the podcasts I've sent you?
- Yeah, of course. - Have you?
Then you would know that when kids get dysregulated,
it's our job to...
- Both: ...stay regulated. - Yes.
- Why is that so difficult for you?
- I'm sorry. I-I'll try harder next time.
- Good. I want Liam to have his dad.
And I don't wanna be the one to keep you away from him.
I'll see you Friday when you pick him up.
- Yo, Van. She doesn't know about your Mirror-Touch?
Hey, Dr. Wolf!
- What? - Are you okay?
Is there anything we can do?
- Uh, you got a cure for a glioblastoma?
No? Okay. Then I'm gonna go get drunk.
Who wants to come?
**
[ Billiard balls clack ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
- [Slurring] I don't know very much about you two.
I know that you have a thing for Ericka...
and, um... - [ Coughing ]
- ...you also have a thing for Ericka, as well.
But what else?
- I have a kid.
- Really?
- Oh, this day is full of surprises.
Congratulations.
Bartender, another round?
Speaking of kids, this is a very fun game.
What is your relationship like with your father?
- My dad's been a great example to me.
Yeah, if I wanna have a close relationship with my son,
all I have to do is be absolutely nothing like him.
- [ Laughs ] Hear, hear. Dr. Nash?
- Uh, my dad and I,
we were a lot better when I still played football.
I mean, he never missed a game.
I think he took the injury a lot worse than I did.
I'm not sure he thought I could do anything else
other than play football.
Sometimes I think I became a doctor
just to prove him wrong.
- I also became a doctor because of my dad.
He had bipolar disorder. Or has?
You want a good relationship with your kid, Van?
One piece of advice. Don't lie to him.
**
Alright. I'm gonna go for a walk.
- Cancer?
I suppose I convinced myself it was a miracle
because I was too afraid of what the alternative could be.
- What comes next?
- Uh, well, if you want to live as long as possible,
then that means surgery first,
followed by chemotherapy and radiation.
- But that's not a cure?
- No.
Unfortunately, even if we resected it,
it never really goes away.
Becomes a question of how much our interventions
are taking away from your quality of life.
There is another option-- no intervention.
You live as long as time allows.
- Huh.
Are we talking months or years?
- We're talking weeks, at best, with no intervention,
before the tumor grows
and causes significant neurological deficits.
- I appreciate your honesty.
I have to imagine that being a doctor
requires a certain level of duplicity, does it not?
You have hope for your patients,
even if you're fairly certain of the outcome.
You give them time to get where they need to be.
[ Sighs ] As for me...
I've had my time.
I'm done lying to myself.
I don't want surgery. No chemo.
The disease will progress, but until it does,
I have no intention of telling my congregation.
- Won't they be able to better support you if they know?
- It's my job to support them, protect them.
Keeping this a secret is what they need, and...
[ Clears throat ] It's what I need, too.
- Well, it is your news to share as you see fit.
But...
I mean, the truth will come out.
Isn't it considered a sin to lie?
- [ Chuckles ]
- I like to think there are exceptions to every rule.
**
I hope you're just moving offices.
- Uh, something more, I think. I don't know.
- Then I hope God gives you a sign.
**
- Don't let me stop you. Take the elevator.
- Shut up. I'm not leaving you in your time of need.
- I don't know why I can't shake this.
I have lost patients before. - [ Groans ]
- We are trained to deal with this kind of thing.
It's like my body escaped the elevator,
but my mind is still trapped.
- Well, maybe you should consider seeing a psychiatrist.
They could prescribe a low dose of SSRI.
It could help with any PTSD symptoms.
- Thanks, but I'm not really the medication type.
- And what type is that, exactly?
- I can just power through.
- Oh, and people who can't are what-- weak?
- I didn't say that. - Then what were you gonna say?
- Why are you making this a thing?
I've just never been someone who needed drugs.
- Because you're perfect. - No. [ Chuckles ]
Because I don't need a crutch to get through my day.
**
- Crutches take the pressure off.
There's nothing wrong with that.
My meds get me to a place
where I am not in a constant state of anxiety...
so I can actually enjoy my life.
Something I would love to see you do one day.
Y-You know what?
I think I will actually take the elevator.
**
- ♪ Hit me where the heart is ♪
♪ Let me know ♪
[ Engine revs ]
♪ What the best part is ♪
♪ I should grow ♪
- Dad?
- ♪ Just hit me where the heart is ♪
♪ I want to feel ♪
[ Siren wails ]
♪ Whenever you start is ♪
♪ This is real ♪
♪ Show me how to love you ♪
- Don't leave me!
- ♪ Tell me how to hold you ♪
- I never will.
♪ I'll be who you want to ♪
♪ Baby, let me know ♪
♪ Show me how to please you ♪
♪ Baby, this is real ♪
[ Tires screech ]
♪ Hit me where the heart is ♪
♪ Let me know ♪
[ Wolf whimpers ]
♪ What the best part is ♪
♪ I should grow ♪ - [ Siren wailing ]
- My whole life...
I thought my dad was dead.
But the whole time, he was out there alive,
choosing to stay away.
It's unfathomable. What am I supposed to do with that?
It's not that his presence is a miracle.
It's that his absence was a lie.
- Well, then, maybe the miracle was you, Wolf,
that you're still here.
Despite everything, after all you've been through...
...you choose to stay.
**
- ♪ Please love me ♪
♪ Love me like I used to ♪
♪ When I was around ♪
- For real, Dr. Wolf was hammered.
And it turns out... he's a sad drunk.
- He's way more fun on PCP. - Hold the door!
**
- Dr. Cabrera, please call Obstetrics.
- Hm.
- Dr. Cabrera, call Obstetrics.
- Are we really doing this?
What changed? - Yeah, what did the trick?
- I've been working on some reassurance mantras.
They helped me get in the right headspace.
But that's just what works for me.
I swear. I don't judge what works for you, Dana.
You're not weak.
You're the strongest person I know.
And I know that it has been a messy few months.
But I can't imagine being an intern without all of you.
We make the best, albeit dysfunctional, team.
But I'm gonna need you all to admit...
...I'm the quarterback.
[ All chuckle ]
**
- I want answers.
- And you deserve them.
[ Sighs ]
When your father and I got married,
I was 20 years old...
and head-over-heels in love.
- Until you found out he was sick?
- No. His illness never changed my feelings.
It only...
complicated them.
You became my priority.
I was naive and arrogant,
and I thought I could manage your father
and protect you at the same time.
I chose you, your happiness.
I don't regret that choice.
All those weekends that you spent at your dad's,
I was so worried about you.
- He went off his meds. It happens.
- He left his 14-year-old son
alone with a gun in the middle of nowhere.
- So you honestly thought the best idea was to punish him
and send him away and lie to me for 30 years!
- No, Oliver.
That's not what happened.
- Okay. The park rangers found him.
He was at Woodland Valley.
They're gonna bring him to the hospital.
So get up, okay? Let's go.
- I'm not coming with you.
And I-I won't be here when you get back.
I could have gotten him killed.
- Noah, he's okay.
That's all that matters now.
- I will not stay in his life
and risk something like this happening again.
- W-What are you proposing?
- I'm proposing that you go to him without me.
- [ Sighs ]
- Tell Oliver that...
Tell him that I died in the woods.
- Oh, my God. - I'll leave town.
I-I'll leave the country if I have to.
- I'm not even going to entertain this, okay?
- I'll never come back. I promise.
You know Oliver.
It'll be easier for him to process a death
than an abandonment.
Otherwise, he'll spend his whole life trying to find me,
trying to fix me. - Noah.
Our son is waiting for us.
We need to go to him.
- You know I'm right.
I'm not well, Muriel.
I am not capable of being his father.
**
- You're asking me to lie to him for the rest of his life?
You're asking me to break his heart?
You can still get better.
- Remember the poem on our wedding day?
"The Country of Marriage"?
**
What I'm learning to give you is my death to set you free of me.
**
- I didn't know what I was going to say to you.
Until I saw you at the hospital.
I realized how close I came to losing you.
I never felt so scared of my life.
- Neither have I.
He didn't need to go away.
He needed us to help him.
- What's that quote?
Having a child is like
letting your heart walk outside of your body forever.
I went along with the lie because I couldn't bear
the thought of anything happening to my heart.
**
I'm sorry, Oliver.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
If I could have cured him, oh, my God, I would have.
But illness ruined our family.
- No.
Mom...
Secrets did.
[ Bell tolls ]
- Okay, everyone, it's okay to be nervous.
Just remember...
- Since we're in a church
and in the spirit of confessions...
my dad, who I thought was dead for 30 years,
just walked back into my life.
So in the coming days and weeks and months,
I might be distracted, I might be preoccupied,
and I might not be a very good leader.
I just want you to know
that even when I'm failing, I am trying.
- Dr. Wolf, before you came to Bronx General, we were lost.
- Yeah. It's true. We're your pack now.
- Yeah, Dr. Wolf. Like it or not, we got you.
[ Pastor Thomas speaking indistinctly ]
- My sister died when I was younger.
I'd give anything to have her back, even for a second.
It must be hard to see it now, but you're lucky.
- [ Clears throat ]
Loss.
It happens to all of us in big and small ways.
In an instant, we can lose a loved one,
our home...
ourselves.
And in these moments,
all we can do is prop each other up
as we do our best to move forward.
**
There's something I'd like to share with you.
I was recently diagnosed with a neurological illness.
[ Congregation murmurs ]
One that has no cure.
But I don't want my condition to push people away.
I want it to bring us together.
Because truth, even when it's difficult, bonds us,
helps us heal, and makes us brave.
**
[ Exhales deeply ]
**
- ♪ Come up to meet you ♪
♪ Tell you I'm sorry ♪
♪ You don't know how lovely you are ♪
♪ I had to find you ♪
♪ Tell you I need you ♪
♪ Tell you I set you apart ♪
♪ Tell me your secrets ♪
♪ And ask me your questions ♪
♪ Oh, let's go back to the start ♪
- I know I haven't been the best dad.
And it's been really hard on your mom.
- We don't need to talk about this right now,
not in front of Liam.
- Actually, I-I think it's important that we do.
I want him to know. Both of you.
I have a neurological condition called Mirror-Touch.
And so if somebody feels sad
or if they're angry or hurt or happy...
- As neurologists, we chart the landscape of the human mind,
venture into the unknown.
- Uh, it's official.
Our doctor-patient relationship has come to an end.
- That went fast.
Must be hard being good at what you do.
Could fall down the stairs to keep coming in.
- You know, if you took another bullet,
we could really drag it out.
- I'd take a bullet for you.
**
[ Choir vocalizing ]
- [ Exhales sharply ]
[ Choir vocalizing ]
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[ Lock clicks ]
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♪ Going back to the start ♪
**
- We are constantly finding new ways
to forge connections in the brain.
- I appreciate you coming to see me, Carol.
I got a call from the Medical Board.
A complaint was filed
that you breached an ethical code
regarding a conflict of interest
in you continuing to treat a female patient.
Is this true?
- It's a very complex situation.
- I'm sure it is.
And I'm sorry, Carol, but I need to place you
on administrative leave.
- Like hell you do.
- When we lose what defines us, how do we stay on course?
Because in a life where there are no guarantees,
we all need a ballast, anchor, to keep us tethered.
- What are we toasting - I say we raise a glass to Ericka.
For facing your fears.
- I'll toast to that. - Uh-huh.
- [ Chuckles ] - [ Glasses clink ]
[ Glasses thud ]
- Mnh! - Ooh, that's gross.
- I'm getting another round. Ahh!
- Hey, Van, get me water, man. - You got it.
- You know, I actually got to apologize.
I treated you like the prize to be won.
- So I'm not a prize? - [ Laughs ]
Of course you are. It's just...
I used to have stadiums full of thousands of fans
cheering me on. - Yeah, okay, here we go.
- You've shown me I only need one.
- ♪ Nobody said it was easy ♪
- Ooh, Dr. Nichols! Looking good!
- ♪ No one ever said it would be so hard ♪
♪ Going back to the start ♪
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[ Choir vocalizing ]
- Because life, much like the mind,
is mysterious and vast.
[ Cellphone buzzes ]
When you've completely lost your way and everything is dark,
how do you let the light back in?
[ Bell jingles ]
[ Horn blares ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
- ♪ It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside ♪
♪ I'm not one of those who can easily hide ♪
♪ I don't make much money, but, boy, if I did ♪
- Hey, hon. What can I get you?
- Um, just a tea, please.
- You got it.
- I tried this great maté once in Argentina.
- I'm here to talk, but I'm not interested
in stories from your time that you spent away.
Why are you here? Why now?
- I know it wasn't easy growing up with a dad
who was struggling with mental illness.
- It was, uh, harder growing up without a dad at all.
- No matter what state I was in at any given moment...
...I always did the best I could.
- [ Scoffs ] - Whether I was medicated
or not, manic or depressed,
when I was right or wrong...
I tried.
It was never my intention to hurt you.
- Okay. So that's what you came back for now, to tell me that?
- Yeah.
Also... I'm sick.
Not just bipolar.
Something else.
Something strange.
I've seen specialists all over the world.
No one knows what it is or how to help.
I'm here...
'cause I don't know how much time I have left.
And you're the only one who can...
hopefully...
...give us more time.
[ Chuckles ]
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Greg, move your head!