-Previously on "Brilliant Minds"...
-What is this? -An address.
It's where your father is.
-I knew we'd meet sooner or later.
-Who are you? -Sofia.
I live in the unit upstairs.
-I don't think Sofia exists.
-You think that Wolf hallucinated a patient?
-Why do you do that? -Do what?
-Flirt with me.
Is it for sport? You have a girlfriend.
-I had a fling. It's long over.
-What are you looking for?
-Sofia's file.
-I hope you'll think of us if you ever have someone in need.
-Thank you, Amelia.
You want to go to Hudson Oaks to save Sofia?
-I need to.
-[ Muffled ] Can you recite your full name?
Can you recite your full name?
-Dr. Oliver Samuel Wolf.
-Have you had any alcohol or drugs within the last 24 hours?
-Uh, yes. Both.
Recreationally. [ Beeping ]
-On average, how many hours of sleep do you get a night?
-Uh, I don't know. Three. Maybe four, if I'm lucky.
-Any family history of mental illness?
-Yes. Um, my father had...
has bipolar disorder.
-Here at Hudson Oaks, patient comfort is paramount.
Don't think of it as a hospital.
Think of it as your home and the staff as your family.
That being said, there are house rules.
Residents' doors are expected to remain open
during daytime hours,
and visiting hours are twice a day.
[ Clears throat ] Lights out at 10:00 p.m.
-I don't have anything sharp in there.
No drugs, no weapons.
-You can get your sneakers back, but we'll need the laces.
-All residents are expected to participate in group activities.
We have an incredible art therapy program.
Did you know that Van Gogh painted his masterpiece,
"Starry Night," while in a psychiatric facility?
-The price of greatness.
-Say ahh.
-Ahhhh.
-Hold your arms up for me.
Any history of self-harm? -Uh, no.
-Your room is right down here to the right.
Our first session will be tomorrow morning.
I'll give you your schedule then.
-You're my doctor?
-Yes. Don't worry.
Dr. Pierce filled in the gaps when I spoke to her,
but I'm very eager for us to get to know each other.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
-I thought I was seeing things.
Like, there's no way Wolf is here in my room to rescue me.
But you actually faked a psychotic break to save me.
Chivalry ain't dead.
-Give me some time to get the lay of the land.
First, we need to get your file
to see what kind of fabricated diagnosis
they're using to keep you here.
-If I'm being honest, Ollie,
I'm not sure they are fabricated.
I think I'm here because I need to be.
-That's what Amelia wants you to think.
She wants you to be sick.
But I am your doctor, Sofia.
There is nothing wrong with you.
-Inspect plate for the braised short ribs is ready.
Where are we on the guotie for the lineup?
-Garnishing it now, Chef.
-We've got 10 minutes to doors. Let's move!
-Yes, Chef. -Yes, Chef.
-Nari, tell the new guy my ma's pot is off limits.
-Off limits.
-[ Speaking global language ] It needs 20 more minutes.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
-How's the marinade coming?
-It's bland. It needs more umami.
-Sorry, Chef. -Sorry, Chef.
-Sorry won't cut it when Tejal Rao
obliterates us in The Times
because our beef broth tastes like it came out of a can.
-Chef!
Chef, you're on fire!
[ People gasp ]
♪♪
-[ Sighs ]
Oliver, you have been here over a week,
and we have made zero progress.
When you allow childhood wounds to follow you into --
-Are you aware that all the other patients --
and some of the nurses even -- call you Amelia Bedelia?
Do you remember those clever little books about the maid
who gets everything wrong?
-Who came up with that charming nickname?
Sofia?
-I'm not talking about Sofia with you.
I know you convinced her to come here.
I've seen you do it before --
poaching patients from Bronx General,
trying to convince them that they need help.
-That's right. Sofia was your patient.
Remind me -- What is her last name?
-Check her file.
-I don't have her file because she isn't a patient here.
-If you expect me to trust you, Dr. Fredrick,
stop lying to me.
I know the protocol.
I checked myself in here voluntarily.
So did she.
And it is within our rights to request a discharge.
Legally, you can keep us here
for another 72 hours for evaluation,
and then we both will be walking out of this place.
-I promise you, Oliver, if I do my job right,
you will be walking out of this building alone.
The clock starts now.
[ Elevator bell dings, doors open ]
-All right.
Dr. Pierce.
Did you know that I am an expert at the art
of blowing off steam?
You free tonight? -That depends.
Does blowing off steam involves drinks?
-Martinis are mandatory.
Give me some credit for knowing you.
Pick you up in 12 hours?
All right.
-Oh, hey, Dr. Pierce. Any updates on Dr. Wolf?
Any chance he'll be discharged soon?
-I don't know. I'm not his doctor.
-Can we at least go visit him in Hudson Oaks?
-What Wolf needs right now is time and space,
especially from his well-meaning but overeager interns.
♪♪
-I have to be honest, Stephens.
I'm starting to get sick of the word "interim."
-[ Chuckles ] So am I.
-The good news is the board wants to meet
to discuss making you the permanent chief of medicine.
-What's the bad news?
-They want a plan in place for neurology.
Dr. Wolf has run his course.
On top of all his other infractions,
he came here in the midst of a psychiatric episode.
-Well, I was there that day.
And I can assure you I put a swift end to it,
and no one was harmed.
-A sign of great leadership.
But replacing Wolf is the board's bottom line.
You have to put the institution above any doctor.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
-Atomic element number one.
The simplest of all elements, but also the...
-The most unique.
-[ Chuckles ]
-Hi, Oliver.
-Hi, Dr. Adler.
-We're about to break out the clay,
if you'd like to join the group and make some pottery.
-Um...let me guess.
The malleability of the clay is a metaphor for personal growth.
[ Table bangs ]
-I just think that I should be able to draw
the nine circles of hell without someone asking me
if it's symbolic expression.
I-I just want my art to...
-The plan starts now. Let's go.
-Wait, what plan?
-The plan to break into Amelia's office
and steal your file.
-Oliver, this is not a good idea.
-Wait, what happened to the girl
who convinced me to trash my dad's apartment?
Bring her back.
-Can you smell the flowers?
[ Indistinct conversations ]
♪♪
[ Speaking indistinctly ]
♪♪
-It's got to be here somewhere.
-It's not.
-What is your last name again? Why can't I remember?
Usually I'm bad with faces but good with names.
-You're never gonna find it.
♪♪
-Ye of little faith.
[ Door opens ]
-How did you get in here, Oliver?
This is not the behavior of someone
who is ready to be discharged.
-You called neuro for a burn?
-Shh.
Less talking. Listen for what you don't hear.
♪♪
-I would be screaming my head off.
-Yeah.
-So my nerves are a little fried.
In my line of work, you suffer enough cuts and burns,
you get desensitized.
-I've worked with Chef for years.
He's never had this many accidents.
-Mr. Tang, is the reduced sensitivity to pain
why you waited a week to be seen?
-You know the odds of failure for a restaurant in New York?
I can't afford a day off.
And if I could, I wouldn't spend it here.
-Well, since you are here, we can have our team work you up
for what could be a neuropathy.
-If you're gonna hold me hostage, then I want Dr. Wolf.
The guy knew me before I had any Michelin stars.
-Uh, unfortunately, Dr. Wolf is taking some time off.
-Bull. He doesn't take time off.
And I don't want to be relegated to the B team.
Could you page him? -We wish we could, Chef.
But there are extenuating circumstances.
-[ Grunts ] -Chef, Chef!
-Now, this -- this is why people hate hospitals.
It's just a bunch of egomaniacal control freaks
who think they're always right.
♪♪
-Chef...I think you ought to stick around,
Wolf or no Wolf.
-Chef Tang, we have a private room at your disposal.
-My mom taught me to never stand still in a hospital.
You can't trust it. -My mom hates hospitals too.
Swore she'd never visit me at work.
I always say it's no Ritz-Carlton,
but it's better than the alternative.
-Yeah, well, my mom's dead, so.
-And my condolences to you.
-Chef, good news.
Your blood and urine tests came back normal.
-The next step would be an MRI.
-An MRI? Forget it. I'm done. Okay?
Tell Wolf to swing by the restaurant.
I'll be there, dead or alive.
-Something is really wrong with him.
It's not just the burns.
He's been having coordination issues.
A couple of days ago, he knocked over a tray of desserts
in the kitchen, and that never happens.
-We appreciate the intel, but he's refusing treatment.
Unless you can convince him otherwise.
-I'm pretty sure he'd rather wear adult diapers
than agree to stay here.
But I'll see what I can do.
-Why would a guy risk his life
just because Dr. Wolf is not here to see him?
Can someone explain that logic?
-It would be so much easier
if we could just be honest with Johnny.
-No one wants to hear their doctor's in a psych ward.
I'm sorry, but it's true.
-I checked myself into a psych facility for a few days once.
I was on the razor's edge, studying for boards.
Needed a break from life.
-Dana, I didn't know that.
-Yeah, I guess I don't talk about it
'cause I still have some weird residual shame.
It was the loneliest three days of my life.
My point is, it can't be easy for Wolf.
-Every time Jeff comes to visit,
I think maybe this time he'll bring our daughter.
He never does.
Personally, I think it's a little more traumatizing
for an eight-year-old to think
her mother keeps leaving her to go on "vacation."
Maybe the staff can give me a spray tan before discharge.
Really give her something to talk about in therapy one day.
[ People chuckling ]
-Thanks, Ruby.
What about you, Oliver?
Do you want to break your vow of silence today?
-No.
Um...
I-I'll give my time to someone who needs it.
-Or maybe we could talk about your superiority complex.
-Seriously, when is he gonna stop acting like
he doesn't belong here?
-None of us belong here.
Hudson Oaks is locking people up against their will.
Today it may be Sofia. Tomorrow it could be any of us.
-Okay, well, the last psych facility I was in
discharged me after 72 hours because they needed the bed.
I went home and swallowed a bottle of pills.
So I feel pretty lucky to be here,
finally getting long-term care.
A month ago I couldn't get out of bed, and now...
I wake up happy to be alive.
[ Laughs shakily ]
-I'm sorry.
-I think that's a good place to end.
Until tomorrow, my friends.
♪♪
I find your concern for Sofia admirable.
I'm sure she'd like to see you,
tell you a few things on her mind.
Why don't I unlock the seclusion room on my way out tonight?
Help you two get on the same page.
♪♪
-My man. -Fourth-floor walk-up, so.
-Really? That's rough. -After a long day, it's tough.
-Ooh.
-Um, if this is stand-up comedy,
we're not friends anymore.
-I got enough friends.
♪♪
[ Chuckles ]
Woman!
Woe-man!
Wh-o-o-o-a-man!
Any of y'all old enough to get that reference?
-[ Laughs ] [ Feedback blares ]
-That'd be a no.
All right, so, uh, thank you all for being here tonight.
For those of you that are new,
I started this gathering as a way for us
at Bronx General to open up in community
and get a few things off our chest.
So why don't I kick us off?
Two days ago, I treated a child who suffered a pneumothorax.
I placed the chest tube routinely.
Suddenly there was a complication,
and for a few seconds I thought the kid
was gonna die as a result.
Now, I quickly corrected for the complication,
and all was well.
The kid and the parents went home.
I'm sure they did their normal routine.
You know, bath time, bedtime.
They never knew there was a split second
where they were almost robbed of the mundanity of life.
But I knew, and I can't stop thinking about it.
But I know it helps to talk about it.
-Yes. -That's right.
-Thank you for letting me share.
[ Applause ]
♪♪
-Oliver will be thrilled to see a friendly face.
You're his very first visitor.
♪♪
-Thanks. I can take it from here.
♪♪
Dr. Wolf.
Hi.
-Ericka.
Oh! Ha! Hi.
-Hi.
-Um...
Welcome to my office.
[ Both chuckle ]
Please.
-I hope it's okay that I'm here.
Dr. Pierce said we should give you some time.
But you know me, I get impatient.
Speaking of, an old patient of yours came by today.
Didn't want to be treated by anyone who wasn't Dr. Wolf.
He got really upset
and then proceeded to pee his pants.
Chef Johnny Tang ring a bell?
-Johnny's more my friend. His mom was my patient.
She had M.S.
Relentless progression despite meds
and other interventions.
She died a few years ago.
What, so we have urinary incontinence?
What are his other symptoms?
-He's presenting with pretty profound sensory neuropathy.
Second-degree burns on his arm. Didn't even feel them.
Tests have been normal so far, but now I'm wondering...
-It's not a simple inheritance pattern,
but his mother's disease does increase
his risk of M.S. somewhat.
It's worth a work-up.
-Well, the only problem is he refused to stay in the hospital.
-Ah. He can be pretty stubborn.
But his symptoms are concerning.
If I weren't in here,
I would pay him a visit, observe him in his element.
-Oh, say no more. I can go and report back.
-Great.
-Good night, Oliver.
-Um...good night.
[ Beeps ]
Uh...
Unless, uh...
Can you -- Can you -- Can you wait for me in the parking lot?
This is my window to save Sofia,
and I have to take it right now.
I need a getaway car.
Keep the engine running.
-I took the bus.
♪♪
-Sofia. I've got your file.
I know how to get a key card. We have to get out of here.
-No. When you leave this place, you have to leave without me.
-Did Amelia tell you that?
I don't abandon my patients.
-Ollie, check the file again.
♪♪
We need to talk.
-It's all there in writing. I'm you. You're me.
-No, you are real.
I told Carol you were here.
That's why she brought me.
-Poor Dr. Pierce. She had to play along.
She just wants you to get better.
-But you walked into my dad's apartment.
-Because you needed me to.
Remember what you said to Dr. Porter?
Unprocessed trauma can break a person.
-How do you know I said that to him?
-Earth to Oliver -- We're the same person.
Look, your father made you feel unworthy.
So you created...
What's the technical term? It's in the file.
-A protective delusion.
-Yes. That's right.
You made up a patient you could save.
You needed me to feel worthy.
You needed me to escape.
You needed me to let go.
You needed me to face your past.
Most of all, you needed me to get help.
♪♪
Don't cry, Ollie. It's been real.
Poor choice of words. But you know what I mean.
-I'm not staying here without you.
I'm sticking to the plan.
-This is the plan. You belong here.
-No, I'm not him. I'm not my dad.
-Prove it.
Get better, Wolf.
♪♪
-[ Voice breaking ] I don't want you to go.
-I have to go.
♪♪
-Housekeeping, 3034. Housekeeping, 3034.
-Oh, hey, Amelia.
Ruby Barish is getting better by the day,
and I-I really think
she'll be ready for discharge by end of week.
-I don't know.
She was in quite a state when her husband admitted her.
A discharge at this stage, it just feels premature.
Why roll the dice?
Let's keep her here a little bit longer in your excellent care.
I will talk to the family -- [ Locks clank, alarm blares ]
-The facility is on lockdown. -Okay, secure the unit.
-Code Walker. -Okay, I'm with you!
-I repeat, the facility is on lockdown.
Code Walker, Code Walker.
-Let's go! Go, go, go!
♪♪
-Oliver, there's nowhere to go.
-Grab him! -Come on.
-[ Grunting ]
No, please...
Please don't do this.
[ Groans ]
-It's high time we be honest about why you're here.
Either we talk about him,
or we keep doing this same song and dance.
-You had me restrained.
You sedated me.
And now you want me to open up to you?
-Oliver, we didn't have a choice.
I know it's hard.
I can't imagine what you've been through.
When your father showed up after 30 years
of pretending to be dead,
I think it shook your entire sense of self.
Core elements of your personality.
All of it was built on the traumatic memory
of your dad dying.
And then you found out it wasn't true.
And I think that your psyche simply couldn't process
the enormity of that lie.
And that's where Sofia comes in.
Does that sound about right?
-Sofia is gone.
But I don't want to talk to you about this.
I want another doctor.
-My mom didn't bother writing down recipes.
She made me learn them by cooking with her.
And this is her signature dish.
Ma's luo song tang.
Enjoy. -Thank you, Chef.
Mm.
-You don't like it?
-Oh, no, it's -- it's delicious, Chef. -Transformative.
-Good.
-[ Coughs ]
-Chef Johnny couldn't feel fire,
but I don't think that's the only sense that's blunted.
-He's the chef who can't taste.
-Hmm. [ Knife plunges ]
-[ Screams ]
-Okay, don't move.
-How's the arm feeling?
-I wish I could say it hurt like a mother,
but it feels fine.
This is M.S., isn't it?
-Johnny, we just started our work-up.
We don't know what this is yet.
-Even if it is M.S., there are effective new drugs.
-That's what Dr. Wolf told my mom.
Always something on the horizon.
But her disease never stabilized.
Every time she came into Wolf's office,
he tried to help her look at the positive.
He'd tell her that her life was still worth living.
-Was it?
-I think she'd say it was.
-Why don't we get going on that L.P. and MRI?
Get some answers.
-Carol, in your professional opinion,
how long do you think Wolf will need before, um,
coming back to work?
How -- How has he seemed to you?
-Well, actually, I don't know.
I haven't visited him yet.
I didn't think it would be helpful to his healing process.
I just wanted to give him his space.
He doesn't need me hovering like his mother.
-Speaking of Muriel...
-I haven't told her yet.
I promised Wolf I wouldn't.
I can't go back on that.
Why? Is there something else she should know?
-Uh -- [ Knock on door ]
-Sorry to interrupt. I...
I have some MRI results
I need to go over with you, Dr. Nichols.
-Yeah. -We'll talk later.
-Uh...
[ Door closes ] -Thank you, sir.
Our patient has a family history of M.S.
[ Cellphone vibrates ] -One second, Dr. Porter.
-Hello?
-Josh, I'm at Hudson Oaks. [ Indistinct shouting ]
They took away the phone you gave me.
Listen, we don't have much time.
They won't let me leave. I need your help.
-Slow down, slow down.
Who said you can't leave?
-This place is awful. I have no control over anything, no autonomy.
-Put down the phone. -Just give me a minute.
Please, just give me a minute! -Put down the phone. Now!
-Get off me! -Easy!
-We don't need to restrain a patient
from making a phone call!
Leave Dr. Wolf alone now!
-[ Panting ]
-Thank you.
-It's so sad what's happened to Oliver.
But don't worry.
Things are running smoother than ever.
I want you to know that this neuro department
is in good hands.
-I'm sure Dr. Wolf appreciates your concern.
But let me remind you, Dr. Porter,
that as a second-year resident,
your authority on neuro ends at the hem of your lab coat.
Chain of command runs through me,
then Dr. Pierce.
-Fully respect that.
I just wanted to offer my leadership
to help keep the ship afloat.
-Let me see those MRI results.
♪♪
-Johnny, you don't have multiple sclerosis.
Your lumbar puncture was totally normal,
and we've reviewed your MRI results with Dr. Nichols.
Nothing consistent with M.S.
-[ Sighs ]
Then what's going on with me?
-The next step would be an EMG and nerve conduction studies
to take a better look at why you've lost sensation.
But...
Actually, Johnny,
any chance you're in the mood for a field trip?
-It's good to see you, Wolf.
-How long has it been?
-Oh, since Mom's funeral.
Look at us. Matching hospital bracelets.
Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
-Um, I'm sorry you had to come here.
-Don't apologize.
I've lost a few friends who were too ashamed to get help.
I don't want to lose another one.
-It takes a lot of courage to be here, Dr. Wolf.
-Probably takes a lot of courage to eat this food too.
-[ Groans ] It's inhumane.
Maybe you can make me dinner when I get discharged?
-Well, my taste buds ain't what they used to be.
-Well, I bet that makes
the connection to your mom feel more tenuous.
-After my mom died, I couldn't eat for weeks.
The grief made this hole in the pit of my stomach.
-People don't realize that grief has
a lot of physical symptoms.
-At first, mine felt more psychological --
like now I can only eat if I cook
in my mom's old ceramic pot.
Breakfast, lunch, dinner.
All the soups and stews that she taught me to make.
It actually helped.
Till one day everything went bland.
-Approximately how long ago was that?
-About three weeks.
-Was loss of taste your first symptom?
-No. I noticed that my coordination was off.
I couldn't chop as fast.
My vision would blur. There was a ton of brain fog.
I had trouble remembering recipes that I'd invented.
But when my sense of taste and smell left,
that was like another death.
A complete void.
Like all my senses had gone blank.
Like...
Like my appetite for life...was gone.
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Groaning ]
-Johnny. -[ Gasps ] Code Blue!
-Somebody give me 10 milligrams of diazepam fast.
We got to clear the airway. The seizure could cause hypoxia.
-We're right here, Johnny. We're right here.
-[ Groaning ]
-Anchoring bias.
My patient's mother had M.S.,
and therefore the mistake would be to automatically anchor
his own symptoms within the range
of demyelinating disorders.
What could be the etiology
behind the chronic progression of neuropathy,
incontinence, loss of coordination,
loss of taste, and totally normal neuroimaging?
-Uh, indigestion?
-Inflammation?
-Yes, Ruby. Inflammatory changes.
That was where my mind went too.
Except now I think it's simply the illusion of inflammation.
A masquerader of something else.
When Johnny seized and I opened his mouth to protect his airway,
I did notice that his gums appeared inflamed.
Not from bacteria... um...
-Don't look! -Oh.
-No. No peeking.
-82.
But from lead.
Johnny's gums reveal a sign of lead toxicity,
and that could explain all of his other neurogenic symptoms.
And the most common cause of lead exposure in a kitchen...
...would be an heirloom pot with a lead-based glaze.
Uh...Doc?
Can I use the phone?
-Are you asking for permission?
That's progress, Doc.
Go for it.
-Dr. Wolf, you are literally a lifesaver.
We'll get started on those tests right away.
-Kinney, I just got off the phone with Dr. Fredrick.
You took Johnny Tang to go see Dr. Wolf at Hudson Oaks,
where he suffered a seizure in the middle of a psych hospital?
-To be fair, Johnny is back now and recovering.
-I don't see the problem.
Wolf is still our boss,
even when he's in a psych facility.
Plus, visiting him paid off.
Wolf wants us to test Johnny for lead poisoning.
All of his symptoms align. -This is unacceptable.
-Enough, Charlie.
This isn't even about me visiting Wolf.
This is about you finally realizing
that you spent your whole life hating someone
who never deserved it.
-Yeah.
♪♪
-Silva, when do you clock out?
I could, um, really use a drinking buddy.
-In about an hour. But I'm not going to McSorley's again.
There's way too many finance bros.
[ Laughter ]
-Dr. Nichols, you've surpassed all of our expectations.
Costs are down.
Patient satisfaction scores are up.
And you averted a major disaster with that carbon monoxide leak.
-What can I say? It's never a dull moment here at Bronx General.
[ Laughter ] -Speaking of lively departments...
Have you prepared a list of candidates to replace Dr. Wolf?
-I have not.
And I don't plan to.
Yes, Wolf is struggling, but it is temporary.
He will heal, and I guarantee
he'll come back to us a better doctor.
No one in this room, no physician anywhere,
is immune to what Oliver's going through.
It could be any of us.
One of our doctors is getting help,
help he needs, help we encourage our patients to get.
Why does that make so many of us uncomfortable?
Because we're expected to be invincible?
If we terminate him,
we stigmatize the very thing we represent.
You don't fire a dentist who gets a cavity.
On my watch, Dr. Wolf stays on as head of neuro.
He is the man for the job.
A once-in-a-lifetime doctor who cares more about his patients
than all of us in here combined.
And if my stance costs me the role of chief, well...
...so be it.
Now, I do realize there are times
we need to put this institution above its doctors.
To that end,
I would like to start the process to terminate
the residency of Dr. Charlie Porter.
-Chef, good news.
Wolf was right.
Your blood test confirmed lead poisoning.
A totally reversible disorder now that it's been caught.
-Even your sense of smell and taste should return
with a treatment called I.V. chelation.
It's like a magnet for lead in the bloodstream.
-I-I don't know what to say.
Thank you.
-Could this happen again?
Do you know how he got the lead poisoning?
-We think his mother's ceramic pot is the source.
The glaze can contain lead, and over time
that can lead to significant lead poisoning.
Especially if you've been cooking in it that frequently.
-It's my one connection to her.
-I doubt that.
Johnny, I know it seems wrong
to let go of something we love,
but if we don't, grief slowly takes hold in us.
In this case, it could have killed you.
-The only thing you have to do is let the medication work
and get some much-needed rest.
-Easier said than done.
-Nah, I've turned a new leaf.
If Dr. Wolf can trust his team
and take time off to get better, I can muster the courage.
-Why is he being nice?
Is that a symptom of lead poisoning?
-No, I'd say it's one of the positive side effects
of a near-death experience.
-Mm.
-Nari, you're running dinner service tonight.
You know what? You can put your hong shao rou on the menu.
Go.
-Thank you, Chef.
♪♪
-Pierce. Slow down.
I'm headed to the bar again tonight if you want to join.
It might feel good to share.
-Anthony, stop. I don't want to share.
And, honestly, I don't have it in me
to listen to other people's problems either.
-Because that's what you do every day at work.
I'm sorry. I'm an idiot.
-No, no, your heart was in the right place,
but I'm good.
I don't need to get on a stage
and tell everyone how deeply conflicted I am
that I admitted my best friend to inpatient treatment,
especially when I know his own deeply conflicted feelings
around psych hospitals.
I don't need to say that I'm scared he may never forgive me,
or that I resent being the one who takes care of everyone
when I've had the year from hell.
I left my marriage because it became impossible and miserable,
and sometimes I still feel guilty
about making that decision.
But I am tired of feeling guilty,
and I am tired of feeling awful.
And I just for once want to feel good.
♪♪
[ Elevator bell dings ]
Um, Maya is staying at Morris's tonight.
♪♪
-Well, we have time for one more share.
-[ Clears throat ] Um...
I-I would like to go, I think.
When I was nine years old,
my dad had been gone for a few days.
I thought he was away for work.
But, uh, one day when I came home from school,
he had broken into our house.
He'd smashed a window. He was standing over the sink.
His hand was bleeding. He was confused.
That night, I watched him get taken away in an ambulance.
They brought him to a psychiatric hospital.
He's bipolar, and he had --
he would go on to have a lot of stays in facilities.
He'd be gone for long periods of time.
My mom would never let me visit him, so I imagined the worst.
Back then, I just thought it was the place
that was making him worse.
I was so scared to come here
that I couldn't even admit that I needed help,
and my mind created Sofia --
a patient you all know doesn't exist --
just to avoid the truth.
♪♪
But the truth is that I'm the patient.
[ Sobs ]
I need help.
-The mind is brilliant.
It's incredible the lengths it will go to to protect us.
Just because you're here, Oliver,
it doesn't make you your dad.
It doesn't make you bipolar.
Although it would also be okay if you were.
We inherit so many things from our parents.
Good things too.
Can you think of something positive
you might have gotten from your father?
-[ Voice breaking ] He...
He was a really good doctor.
♪♪
[ The Cinematic Orchestra's "To Build a Home" plays ]
-Each of our five senses has receptors,
nerve pathways, and specific brain regions
that interpret them.
The occipital lobe controls our sense of sight --
our fastest sense.
-Oliver! Good news.
Your 72 hours are up.
I hate goodbyes, so let's just say I'll see you later.
-Uh, actually... I'd like to stay.
But I need to talk to someone first.
Can I get my phone?
The parietal lobe controls our sense of touch.
♪♪
-♪ There is a house built out of stone ♪
♪ Wooden floors, walls, and windowsills ♪
-The olfactory bulb and the gustatory cortex
control our sense of smell and taste.
♪♪
-Perfect, Chef.
Nailed it.
♪♪
-The temporal lobe controls our ability to hear.
-Hi, Mom.
No, no, I'm okay. Uh, I just need you to listen.
I don't want you to worry. I'm at Hudson Oaks.
Yeah, I admitted myself about a week ago.
Um, we both know that I haven't been
doing very well for a while, and I want to get better.
No, I'll let you know when I'm ready for you to visit.
Uh...
Yeah, I'm sure. [ Chuckles ]
And when our senses are too overwhelming,
we can disrupt the thalamus with substances that dull them.
-"Chain of command." "Hem of my lab coat."
Chain of my...lab coat.
[ Exhales sharply ]
-Dude.
You gonna be okay?
♪♪
-Silva... -Hm?
-Do you... think I'm a horrible person?
-No.
I just think you're in a lot of pain.
-You're a good friend.
-♪ I held on as tightly as you held on me ♪
-But the brain can also blend senses
in our association cortices.
-Oliver.
You have a visitor.
-Sometimes something -- someone --
can cause all our senses to fire at the same time.
♪♪
-♪ And now it's time ♪
♪ To leave and turn ♪
♪♪