New Amsterdam (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Pilot - full transcript
Dr. Max Goodwin shakes up the status quo on his first day as a medical director of New Amsterdam, while simultaneously dealing with his own personal issues.
[bright tones]
- ♪ Whoa!
I feel good ♪
[James Brown's
"I Feel Good]
♪ I knew that I would, now
♪
♪ I feel good
♪
♪ I knew that I would, now
[bubbling]
♪ So good
♪ So good
♪ I got you
♪ Whoa
♪ I feel nice
♪ Like sugar and spice
♪
♪ I feel nice
[sirens wailing]
♪ Like sugar and spice
♪
♪ So nice
♪ So nice
♪ I got you
♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪
♪ When I hold you
in my arms ♪
♪ I know that I can do
no wrong ♪
[sirens wailing]
♪ And when I hold you
in my arms ♪
♪ My love won't do you
no harm ♪
♪ And I feel nice
♪
♪ Like sugar and spice
♪
♪ I feel nice
[tires squealing]
♪ Like sugar and spice
- New Amsterdam Hospital.
- ♪ So nice
♪ So nice
♪ I got you
[clears throat]
♪ Whoa, I feel good
- Massive carbon monoxide
poisoning
from a faulty furnace.
There was a climate change
conference, so we've got
dozens more ambassadors
coming out.
- Give him 100% high flow
and get him to The Dam.
- ♪ I knew that I would
[sirens wailing]
♪ So good
♪ So good
♪ I got you
♪
♪ So good
♪ So good
♪
Hey!
♪
[all speaking Spanish]
- [laughing]
- [laughing]
[laughter]
- There you are.
I knew you'd get lost.
All the new medical directors
get lost.
I'll take those odds.
[funky music]
♪
- Grab a sheet, will you?
- EMS just dropped off.
♪
[radio chatter]
♪
Wait.
- What?
- Do you hear that?
- Hear what?
Doctor Bloom, she's dead.
No pulse, no BP,
cyanotic, rigor mortis.
- I need a defib ventilator,
ALS,
and resuscitation team, now!
- That's impossible,
she's dead.
- Well, at least you didn't
kill her twice.
- New Amsterdam
has a public school,
prison ward,
and facilities for the UN.
We performed the world's
first C-section
in the world's first
maternity ward.
New Amsterdam is America's
first public hospital.
Patients don't need insurance,
money...
- Dora, I know the history.
- The dean makes me tell it
to every new medical director.
- And how many of those
have you worked with?
- Five in five years.
- Dr. Helen Sharpe.
Max Goodwin, how can I help?
- Oh, you're too kind.
Welcome to The Dam.
Why are you in scrubs?
- Because I'm a doctor.
Going somewhere?
- I have to tape segments
with "The Morning Show"
and Megyn Kelly,
then give the keynote address
at the oncology conference
in Vail.
- I'll take that for you.
- Thank you.
- Wow, you're gonna do all that
on your lunch break.
- [laughs]
You're funny.
I'll be back next week.
We'll lunch at the Tavern--
my treat.
- Unlike the previous
medical director,
I actually expect you
to practice medicine
at this hospital because...
I don't know, it's your job.
- You're funny.
- You said that.
- I'll tell you what.
I'll continue giving speeches
all over the world,
because you can't afford
the kind of publicity
I give this hospital.
And I'll continue
my on-air appearances
with Ellen, Oprah,
and anyone else powerful enough
to go by one name,
because someone has
to remind New York
that even though New Amsterdam
is an under-funded
public hospital,
we can still go toe-to-toe
with the privates
from basic care
to state-of-the-art procedures.
I will be back next week.
We'll lunch at the Tavern.
My treat.
[funky music]
- I like her.
If she comes back,
let's keep her.
♪
[announcements playing
over PA]
[phone line ringing]
[ethereal, thumping music]
[phone ringing]
- [exhales]
Sorry.
♪
[phone beeps]
Max.
Is everything okay?
- Just calling to say hi.
- Really?
- Isn't that what people do?
- People, yeah.
You?
Not so much.
- [laughs]
I'm trying.
- How's the, uh...
- Can I, uh...
- [laughs]
Sorry, what?
- No, you--
- I was...
I was just going to ask
about the apartment.
- Oh, it's great.
Yeah.
You should come by sometime.
Sit on the floor,
eat some soy sauce packets.
Have you had any time...
to think...
- Max.
It's time.
- Um...
Georgia, I have to...
- Save the world?
I know.
Go.
- But listen--listen,
I know what I did was wrong.
I should have
put you and the baby first,
but I am gonna change.
And I'm gonna win you back.
- Well, you have 12 weeks.
[all chattering]
- Hey, Reynolds.
- One second.
Hey.
- I've been thinking about you.
You, uh, wanna
grab a drink later?
- I can't.
- You know when I say
"grab a drink" I don't really
mean "grab a drink."
- I do.
- Sorry.
I'm so sorry.
[rustling]
Sorry.
[grunts]
So sorry.
You guys okay?
- There he is.
- [sighs]
Uh...
my sister Luna and I
were, um, born here
in New Amsterdam.
And then eight years later,
uh...
Luna died here.
It was a hospital-acquired
infection.
Entirely preventable.
So...
working here--
being able to save
someone else's sister
or someone's daughter...
It's a dream come true...
for me.
Anyway, so...
[clears throat]
How can I help?
Uh, sorry.
That's not a trick question.
I'm--I'm really just asking.
I work for you so you can
work for your patients.
How can I help?
Just shout it out.
Really? No one?
Wow.
Okay, why don't we try this:
I'll go first.
Will everyone in the Cardiac
Surgical Department
please raise your hands.
Don't be shy,
just get them up there.
Great.
[indistinct murmuring]
Great, thank you.
You're all fired.
[all gasp, exclaim]
Any department
who places billing above care--
no matter how much money
you make this hospital--
you will be terminated.
Oh, I am serious.
Bye-bye.
[all murmuring]
We're gonna be starting over,
all right?
[line trilling]
Without you.
Sorry.
Next, will all
the department chairs
raise your hands, please.
I have no idea
how you managed
to keep this hospital afloat
with so little help,
so I'm gonna hire you
50 new attendings.
Because untrained residents
will no longer be
running this hospital,
regardless of how much money
their university makes
off their indentured servitude
or how much time
it affords some of you
to play golf.
[angry murmuring]
- [laughing softly]
- So...
let me ask again...
How can I help?
Yeah.
Person not calling
their lawyer.
- Lauren Bloom,
emergency department.
Uh, I want to get rid
of our waiting room.
- Okay, what do you--
where do you want to put it?
- I want to get rid of it.
I want to move patients
direct to bed--
no waiting room.
- Done.
- Really?
- Sure, let's try it.
Yeah.
- Hi--Dr. Iggy Frome,
head of psych.
Can we do something
about healthy food?
- What do you want
to do about it?
- Uh, have some.
[all laughing]
To eat in--in the hospital.
- [laughing]
Okay.
Done.
- Aces.
Thank you.
- Thank you.
- [grunts softly]
You know, we all feel like
the system...
is too big to change,
but guess what?
We are the system.
And we need to change.
So just tell me what you need--
what your patients need--
and I don't care
if it's not covered,
I don't care if the board
said no,
let's get into some trouble.
Let's be...
doctors again.
[spirited music]
Okay, I appreciate it.
Go, and I'll see you
out in the wards.
Thanks.
[all chattering]
♪
Uh, Bloom.
Sorry, could I, uh,
borrow you for a minute?
Um, I need you
to do a throat biopsy.
It'll just take a second.
- Sure.
Uh, for what patient?
- Uh, me.
.
[indistinct chatter]
[announcements playing
over PA]
Yeah, hey, how are you?
- Hello?
My name is Alain.
I wrote my name down.
- Then we'll call you when
we have a doctor available.
Okay, hun?
- At New Amsterdam's
department
of pediatric oncology,
we strive to ensure
that the children feel
that they are in a relaxed,
positive environment...
- You know what,
she is good.
She is.
- How long have you
noticed irritation?
- Do you think she's
coming back early?
- No.
- Max?
- Yeah, four weeks.
Six.
Maybe eight?
I don't know.
You look tired.
Do you need a nap?
- I need you to stay still.
- Mm.
- Good luck with that.
[phone ringing]
- [mumbling]
Who's calling?
- Dean of medicine.
Third time.
- Ignore.
- Max.
Please stop talking.
- Yeah.
Wait, what's on my hot list
after this?
- What's a hot list?
- It's a to-do list,
but, you know, with a--
with a cooler--
cooler name.
- Call the dean back.
- Uh, after that.
- You know, I can
come back later.
- Well, you've got
the entire United Nations
in the ICU,
and a cardiac patient
being prepped for surgery.
- Right--wait,
why is a cardiac surgery
on my hot list?
- Because you fired
all the cardiac surgeons.
- Right, but I had all
the new patients rerouted
to University.
- Not the ones from Rikers.
Maybe you shouldn't have fired
the entire department.
- They were all corrupt
and lazy.
- See?
- Except for Dr. Reynolds.
- How you know that?
- Just read his file.
- Ow.
[indistinct chatter]
- Doctor...
Frome?
- Please sign in
and take a seat.
- Dr. Frome.
- Young lady, it is
way too early in my day
to call security, but I will.
- Dr. Frome!
Dr. Frome!
Dr. Frome!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hey!
Hey, it's okay!
- Dr. Frome!
I got it.
Jemma, hi, hey.
I got this, thank you.
All right, come on,
come with me.
Thank you.
[somber music]
♪
It's okay, whatever it is.
- It happened...
again.
♪
- Floyd Reynolds?
Max Goodwin.
- Yeah, I remember you
from an hour ago.
When you fired me.
- Yale.
Fancy.
What secret society were you?
Skull and Bones?
Scroll and Key?
- The one that took
a poor black kid.
- Which one was that?
- School of medicine.
- So, Floyd,
why did you become
a cardiovascular surgeon?
- You know, all due respect,
I don't need a pat on the back
on the way out.
- That's good,
because I don't intend
to pat you on the back given
the appalling history
of patient care
in your department.
- If I were you and I had
analyzed our performance
I would have done the same.
- Hmm.
By performance, do you mean
the highest mortality
and infection rates
in New York City?
'Cause that's like the Beyoncé
of performances
if Beyoncé, you know,
killed people.
- Yeah, and don't forget
our rampant culture
of inflating billable hours.
- Except you didn't.
I read your files.
You have the lowest
billing rates
in the department.
What's wrong?
You don't like surgery?
- I love surgery.
- Then why did you perform
half as many procedures
as your colleagues?
- Because my patients
didn't need them.
Because there's other ways
to help people
than my cutting them open.
[mellow music]
♪
- That's a cute kid.
- [laughs]
That's my nephew.
- I'm unfiring you.
♪
- To do what?
- To run the Cardiac
Surgical Department.
- There is no Cardiac
Surgical Department.
- Then build one.
A good one.
I mean, it's only people's
heart's we're talking about.
- You do know the whole
system's rigged, don't you?
I mean, they're not gonna
let you come in here
and just help people.
- So let's help as many
as we can before
they figure us out.
You can't say no.
You already unpacked.
♪
- Jemma first came to me
eight years ago
after she was sexually abused
by her foster father.
- Just tell me how long
before I can place her.
- Two years after that,
she came back
after she was found chained
to a radiator
being fed like a dog.
- How long, Iggy?
- This girl has been abused
three times
in the foster care system,
and you want
to put her right back in?
- What other options
do we have?
[kids chattering]
- I'm keeping her.
- What do you mean,
"keeping her"?
- I mean I'm not
discharging her.
I'm keeping her.
- Until when?
- Until she's 18.
- [scoffs] But that's...
- Two years.
- So you are
committing a patient
just to keep them
out of foster care?
- [sighs]
Yeah.
[funky music]
♪
- Doctor, um...
- Goodwin, but call me Max.
I was just taking an interest.
- Surely you don't have
the time to take an interest
in every single case.
- Well, that's why I wear
my running shoes.
- I've been practicing here
for 25 years,
The key to survival is
to have more than one speed.
- I can go faster.
- That's not what I meant.
- Just keep me in the loop
on this, will you?
Hi.
- [sighs]
Good afternoon, Mr. Martín.
I'm Dr. Vijay Kapoor,
your wife's neurologist.
- What happened to her?
- Let me first find my glasses
so that I can read her chart.
- Eh...
- Oh.
[laughs]
There they are.
Thank you.
Presented cyanotic
and rigor mortis.
Administered Diazepam
and Valium.
So, Mr. Martín...
it appears Patricia's brain
convinced her heart
that she was dead, even though
she was very much alive.
We are going to perform
a few tests
to find out why.
In the mean time,
you and I are going to talk.
- Talk?
- Talk about
your life together,
how you met,
how you live.
- What does that have to do
with what happened to her?
- Everything.
[tense music]
[announcements playing
over PA]
♪
- [breathing heavily]
♪
- Get a resuscitation team.
- Give me a bio.
- Respiration shallow.
- Okay, give me a CBC, BMP,
chem 7, and a saline lock.
Anybody know who this is?
- I found a boarding pass
in his pocket.
- Stop.
Everyone back away
from the patient.
Masks on, now.
[overlapping chatter]
♪
[line trilling]
- This is Max.
- We have a patient in the ED
from Liberia presenting
with all the signs of malaria,
Lassa Fever, TB, or...
- Ebola.
♪
.
[monitor beeping]
- First thing we do is call
the mayor's office
and the CDC if we even suspect
ebola virus.
Now, the patient is
in an isolation chamber
with negative pressure airflow.
That chamber is equipped
with every available medicine
should the patient need
to self medicate.
- What about us?
- Ebola isn't airborne,
but if you develop symptoms
you will join him.
Until then, you will help him.
Everyone interacting
with the patient is required
to wear personal
protective equipment
at all times.
No shortcuts, ever.
[tense music]
Good.
[door hisses]
Once blood is drawn,
the test results will come back
in 24 to 48 hours.
♪
- Commencing a Code Green
blood draw
at 1:10 PM,
New Amsterdam Hospital.
- Your husband said
you are taking Haloperidol.
- For two years.
For depression.
- And last year you were
diagnosed with Parkinson's.
- Does any of it explain
what is happening to me?
- Not yet.
I'm going to run
some more tests,
and hopefully...
- More tests?
But she's in pain, and--
and she's not getting
any better.
- Mr. Martín, I need
some more information
before I can make a diagnosis.
- How can you not
do something for her?
- Shh.
- We are going to do something.
We are going to keep talking.
Where are my glasses?
Okay, thank you.
[both arguing in Russian]
[spirited percussion music]
- Whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's the problem?
- I demand doctor.
- He wants to be discharged.
Dr. Chen needs him
for observation.
- Mister Ambassador,
I'm Dr. Goodwin.
I am the new
medical director here,
and I am officially
discharging you.
- [sighs]
Thank you.
- Before you go,
can you just translate
one thing for your
security detail?
- [grunts]
What?
- Since you're being
released early and against
the wishes of your doctor,
they should look for any signs
of lethargy, brain damage,
cardiac arrest,
sudden loss of consciousness,
and, of course,
rectal bleeding.
Mister Ambassador?
- Maybe I stay.
[speaking in Russian]
- Can I have our menus back?
♪
[both speaking Spanish]
- Claro.
♪
- Hey.
Welcome back.
I heard you got promoted.
- Right after I got fired.
Lord works in mysterious ways.
- Mm.
She does, doesn't she?
A patient from Rikers
was admitted with 17 lacs.
Ruptured spleen, aortic tear.
We got him stable in the ED,
but the tear is all you.
You, uh, wanna grab
a drink tomorrow?
- I can't.
- You know when I say
"grab a drink"
I don't actually...
- Yes, I do.
- Okay.
Wait, you--
you're not trying to...
- [groans]
Look, Lauren...
I think you're great.
- Oh, wow.
You are trying to.
- Okay, I--
I guess I'd rather us
just be...
friends again.
You know, colleagues.
- But I thought we...
- We did.
- And I thought you...
- I do.
- [scoffs] So then why not see
where this goes?
- [sighs] I wish I could,
I really do, but I can't.
- Because?
- Because...
- Hey, I'm a big girl.
I can take it.
What?
- Because you're not black.
[gate buzzes]
- Gate!
- Hands.
Thank you.
Hands, hands.
Thank you.
Hands, hands...
Jemma.
You know pens and pencils
aren't allowed outside
the classroom.
- The pen's attached
to my journal.
- Okay.
You'll have to give me
the journal, then.
- No.
- You'll get it back
in the morning.
- It's mine.
- Jemma, give me the journal.
Jemma, don't do this.
[echoing]
Jemma...
please...
- But it's mine!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- [screaming]
[all shouting]
[dark music]
- Dr. Frome told me
that he gave you that journal
when you were ten.
- It's mine.
- Hmm.
Can I ask why you pushed...
- It's the only thing
that's mine.
- Jemma...
what do you want to happen?
[somber music]
Jemma.
♪
What do you want to happen?
♪
- Nobody's ever...
asked me that...
before.
♪
- Do you want to stay here,
Jemma?
Do you want to stay
at New Amsterdam?
♪
[clears throat]
♪
Well, would you like me
to get you placed
in a new home
by Social Services?
♪
- Just decide for me.
I mean, you're gonna
do it anyway.
- That's--that's not true.
That--no.
Hey, Jemma.
- Keep it.
Like, what's the point?
♪
[slams book]
♪
- Return them to baseline
and put them through
the system.
That's my job.
- Look...
if you can't help Jemma
as a doctor...
then just help her
as a human being.
- Am I allowed to do that?
- You are now.
♪
[upbeat music]
♪
- Dr. Goodwin?
- How can I help?
- Dr. Kapoor's patient in 1208,
you wanted to be kept
in the loop?
- Yes, thank you.
How's she doing?
- I think Dr. Kapoor
is going to kill her.
- Max.
This is Detective Rose
from NYPD
and Agent Bratton from the FBI.
- The CDC alerted us
to your patient with Ebola.
- Uh, we're still waiting
on the test results.
I'll be with you
in five minutes.
- The NSA just intercepted
a video made by ISIS.
They claim they sent one
of their followers from Liberia
to New York City...
infected with the Ebola virus.
Your patient is now
a terror suspect.
[dramatic music]
- A man came to my village.
- What was his name?
- Ayaan
- Last name?
- I don't know.
He was showing off money
he made in America
from selling kufi hats
and dashikis
In Times Square.
He offered to give me clothes
to sell
and a plane ticket
if I give him half
of what I make.
- And you believed him.
- Yes...
He took me to doctor
for traveler's vaccination.
- Alain, where did Ayaan
want you to go
when you got to America?
- Youth hostel in Times Square.
- Then why did you come here?
- This is the only hospital
in America I heard of.
[panel beeps]
- He's not a terrorist.
- We'll gather the evidence.
- If he was a terrorist,
he would have gone
to Times Square, where he could
have infected the entire city,
but he didn't.
He came here to get better.
He was clearly tricked
into getting something
injected into his bloodstream.
You see that, right?
- Dr. Goodwin...
- Just please promise me
you will look into his story.
- I'll look into it.
- What does that even mean?
"Because I'm not black."
- Patient is stable,
in case you were wondering.
- Oh, good.
So, are you gonna
answer my question?
- [sighs]
I'm 35 years old.
I want to get married,
I wanna have kids,
and I want them to be black.
- [laughs]
You know you can't just
order that off a menu, right?
- Well, yeah,
but I also know I'm not gonna
meet anyone
if you and I are...
- Getting our swirl on?
- [sighs]
Look, I don't expect you
to understand.
- I'm sorry, okay?
I want to, I do.
- I have this plan
for how I want my life
to look, all right?
I have for a long time,
and that plan's
important to me.
- So what part of the plan
was taking me back
to your place and...
- Whoa, whoa, hey.
Look, okay.
It wasn't, all right?
But when I was with you I...
forgot I had a plan.
- No, sorry.
I still don't understand.
- Well, I guess
that's the point, right?
You can't.
You can't understand
how confusing it was
growing up watching
every black athlete have
a white girl on his arm.
Or how betrayed
black women felt--
my mom, my sisters--
watching it happen
time and again.
- I get it.
You're just taking one
for the team.
- I love black women.
- So do I.
But I don't see one
asking you out for a drink.
[funky percussion music]
♪
- I asked you to keep me
in the loop on 1208.
- I needed to conduct
thorough patient...
- I'm taking the patient
out of your service.
- Because?
- Because you should have made
a presumptive diagnosis.
Because you should have
aggressively treated
the Parkinson's.
- Except she doesn't have
Parkinson's.
PET scan.
Small black flecks
over her heart.
- Artifacts.
- Look closer.
Two years ago, Patricia
was misdiagnosed
with depression.
She was prescribed Haloperidol,
which caused stiffness...
- Right.
- As the result,
she was misdiagnosed
with Parkinson
and prescribed Levodopa,
which made it impossible
for her to sleep.
So she was prescribed
Hydroxyzine.
That toxic combination caused
both cardiac arrest
and rigidity.
But this whole time,
her true symptom
was her immune system
fighting a tumor
that nobody could see.
Small black flecks.
[solemn music]
- Malignant thymoma.
- Yeah.
If I continued treated her
for Parkinson's,
she would have another
cardiac arrest and died.
♪
By taking my time--
by slowing down--
I bought her another year.
Maybe two.
♪
- How can I help?
♪
- When she wakes up,
you can help me tell her...
she's going to die.
♪
- Well, move Sugarman
to Wednesday
and I'll do Hinkle via Skype
from the hotel.
Just make sure I have
his updated--
uh, Ron--
Ron, I said JFK.
Why are we back
at New Amsterdam?
[cars honking]
[tires squealing]
- Hi.
Remember me?
- You told my driver
to bring me back here?
- No, I told our driver
to bring you back here
because Ron works
for New Amsterdam--
and so do you, remember?
- If I miss my flight...
- You can keep your job.
- Why do you care about me
so much?
- Because you're a good doctor.
Because you bring in patients
who would otherwise never go
to a public hospital,
which helps pay
for the patients
who can't go anywhere else.
- So it's about money.
- It's about care.
Which is why I can't figure out
why'd you'd rather
give lectures
to semi-retired physicians
than actually provide care
to patients.
- I'll see you next week.
- Come back in 48 hours
or don't come back at all.
♪
.
- Blanca?
Hi.
Dr. Frome from New Amsterdam.
- Hi.
- Thank you so much
for meeting me.
I, um--I brought you donuts.
I ate one already.
I'm sorry.
I actually ate two.
I don't know why I said one,
that's...
[laughs]
- I have to be at work soon,
so I don't...
- Yeah.
No, of course.
Uh, I just--
I wanted you to see this.
It's, uh--it's a journal
from the patient
I was telling you about--
Jemma?
Normally there'd be
privacy issues but, uh,
you know, this is the one thing
that Jemma kept
from foster home
to foster home.
and, uh, one of those homes
was actually...
your mother's.
Uh, C--Camilla, right?
That--that was her name?
Camilla?
[clears throat]
Well, Camilla was
the first foster parent
to really make Jemma feel safe.
You know, safe to grow
and safe to--
to be a kid, really.
And, uh, after Camilla died,
Jemma wrote pages and pages
about her in here.
You can--you can read.
- My mother and I
were estranged...
when she died.
I didn't even know
she took in foster kids.
- Oh.
- I was a tough kid to raise.
Stubborn, wild.
Left when I was 16.
- You know,
that sounds a lot like Jemma.
Tough, but she's got
a big heart.
- I can't be her foster parent
if that's what this is about.
- I--I'm sorry.
[sighs]
This was a long shot,
I know that.
Thank you for meeting me.
I--I really do appreciate it.
[mellow music]
Can I just leave this with you?
You don't have
to get it back to me--
I'll come back
and pick it up later--
but can I just leave it
with you?
- Why?
- I think that you'll see
that your mother gave Jemma
all the love
that she couldn't give to you.
♪
That love didn't go to waste.
♪
- I don't understand...
- I never had Parkinson's?
♪
And--and the depression?
Hormones from your tumor.
They triggered
your immune system
and set off a cascade
of symptoms.
Patricia...
your mind is strong
and resilient.
I'm sorry you were led
to believe otherwise.
- Mrs. Martín...
you could stay here...
but in this case the treatment
is worse than the disease.
- [sniffles]
- And with so little time...
maybe there's someplace else
you'd rather be.
[somber music]
- No, we stay here.
We fight.
She get better.
- No.
I want to go home.
[sobs]
To see my parents,
my girls.
I haven't seen them
in 11 years.
- That's a wonderful idea.
- We can't go home.
Home is Chiapas.
We crossed the border
without papers.
We cross back...
we will be arrested.
- I have to go home.
♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪
- Mister Ambassador?
- Yes.
- Can I ask a favor?
- Of course.
You need some Yankees tickets?
- I need you to repatriate
two of your citizens.
♪
[alarm beeping]
[dramatic music]
- [coughing]
- Hemoptysis!
He's crashing!
♪
Hey, can someone help me
in my suit?
♪
Alain!
Alain, you need to grab
the oxygen mask!
Alain!
Alain, it is right above you.
- [coughing]
[gasping]
♪
- Helmet, now!
- [coughing, gasping]
♪
[alarm wailing]
- Forget it.
♪
I'm going in.
- Dr. Bloom, wait.
♪
Okay.
♪
- Bloom!
Get out of there, now!
- It's too late!
I'm already in!
There's too much blood,
I can't see anything.
♪
[alarm beeping]
♪
- Heart rate is dropping.
He needs adrenaline.
- I can't stop bagging.
- Adrenaline first,
oxygen after, okay?
Go.
♪
Okay, now push 10 ml's,
open wide.
- But that's too much.
- Not for this kind of virus.
- Max, it'll send
his heart rate too high.
- Push 10 hard and fast,
right now.
♪
[monitor beeping]
- Lauren...
- I know what you're gonna say.
That was--
that was stupid.
I violated the protocol.
[suspenseful music]
- [clears throat]
Lauren...
♪
Your glove.
♪
[phone vibrating]
♪
- Doctor.
♪
- Sorry, I can't talk
right now.
- There's something wrong
with the baby.
[weeping]
Oh, my God.
♪
.
- She's bleeding.
- I need a trans-abdominal
ultrasound, mag sulfate--
4 grams.
- BP 160 over 110.
- How we doing
with that second...
- Draw a chem 24
and coag panel.
Let's get the fetal monitor on.
- How can I help?
- By getting out of the way.
- This is my wife.
- And she needs you.
- Oh, God.
- Off the o2.
[all chattering]
all: One, two, three.
- [gasps]
- Baby's in distress.
- No...
- You're okay, I'm right here.
I'm with you.
- Push 4 mag sulfate.
- Max.
- No, no, just focus on me.
I'm right here.
- [heavy breathing]
- Ultrasound's up.
[suspenseful music]
She's complete previa.
- What's that?
- It means your placenta
is obstructing your cervix.
There's nowhere
for the baby to go.
- Corticosteroids
and a unit of O-negative,
and type and cross.
- This is because of me.
- You did nothing wrong.
- It's my fault.
- Georgia, if we can't control
the bleeding,
we're going to need to do
an emergency caesarean,
understand?
- The baby is not ready.
She's not ready.
- We're not gonna have
a choice.
- Is she still bleeding?
- Bleeding's slowed down.
- I still want a transfusion,
and someone tell me
baby's heart rate?
- I can't find it.
- What?
- I can't find
the baby's heart beat.
♪
- Suzanne?
- Come on.
- It's okay.
- Suzanne...
- Where are you?
♪
[thrumming]
There you are, baby girl.
- Oh, God.
[inhales shakily]
[thrumming continues]
[laughing, sobbing]
[Coldplay's "Fix You"]
- Looking good.
- It's okay.
- [laughs]
♪
- Does baby have a name yet?
♪
- Luna.
- ♪ When you try your best
but you don't succeed ♪
♪
♪ When you get what you want
♪ But not what you need
♪
♪ When you feel so tired
♪ But you can't sleep
♪
♪ Stuck in reverse...
- Dr. Frome?
♪
- ♪ When the tears
come streaming ♪
♪ Down your face
♪
♪ When you lose something
♪ You can't replace
♪
[no audible dialogue]
♪
♪ Lights will guide you home
♪ And ignite your bones
♪ And I will try
♪
♪ To fix you
♪
- Oh...
- [gasps, sobs]
- [sobbing]
Mommy.
- ♪ When the tears
come streaming ♪
[both crying]
♪ Down your face
♪
♪ When you lose something
[all weeping]
- Mija...
♪
- ♪ Lights will guide
you home ♪
♪ And ignite your bones
♪ And I will try
♪
♪ To fix you
♪
- Alaim, that shot
they gave you in Liberia--
they might have thought
it was Ebola,
but it wasn't.
It was the Lassa virus,
which is just as deadly...
except, as Dr. Bloom
can tell you,
the Lassa virus can be treated
with antiviral medication,
which we gave you.
♪
[all clapping]
- ♪ Tears stream
♪ Down your face
♪ When you lose something
- Nice job, Dr. Bloom.
- ♪ You cannot replace...
- You wanna go
and grab a drink?
- Seriously?
Now?
- I'm talking about
a nice glass of scotch.
What are you talking about?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I could use a drink.
♪
- ♪ Lights will guide
you home ♪
♪ And I will try
[knocking on door]
- Dr. Sharpe.
- ♪ To fix you
- I hope I'm not interrupting.
- No, no, I was just, um...
my sister was here...
in this room a long time ago
and I was just, uh...
Introducing her to someone.
- I, um...
I saw the Farmer's Market.
- Oh, yeah?
Did you buy anything?
- Couldn't.
They were sold out.
- Made a few changes
while you were gone.
I didn't think
you were coming back.
- Neither did I.
- So much death here.
[mellow music]
It got to you, didn't it?
- No, actually.
I became immune to it,
which is even worse.
♪
- So why did you come back?
♪
- Because of you.
♪
People are excited, Max.
For the first time
in a long time,
they are excited
to be doctors again.
♪
I wanna be excited too.
♪
But you need to slow down.
- Yeah.
[laughs]
I get that a lot.
♪
- You have cancer.
♪
Squamous cell carcinoma.
♪
But you knew that, didn't you?
♪
How can I help?
♪
♪
[projector clicks,
film reel whirring]
[whooshing,
thunder rumbles]
[fanfare]
- ♪ Whoa!
I feel good ♪
[James Brown's
"I Feel Good]
♪ I knew that I would, now
♪
♪ I feel good
♪
♪ I knew that I would, now
[bubbling]
♪ So good
♪ So good
♪ I got you
♪ Whoa
♪ I feel nice
♪ Like sugar and spice
♪
♪ I feel nice
[sirens wailing]
♪ Like sugar and spice
♪
♪ So nice
♪ So nice
♪ I got you
♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪
♪ When I hold you
in my arms ♪
♪ I know that I can do
no wrong ♪
[sirens wailing]
♪ And when I hold you
in my arms ♪
♪ My love won't do you
no harm ♪
♪ And I feel nice
♪
♪ Like sugar and spice
♪
♪ I feel nice
[tires squealing]
♪ Like sugar and spice
- New Amsterdam Hospital.
- ♪ So nice
♪ So nice
♪ I got you
[clears throat]
♪ Whoa, I feel good
- Massive carbon monoxide
poisoning
from a faulty furnace.
There was a climate change
conference, so we've got
dozens more ambassadors
coming out.
- Give him 100% high flow
and get him to The Dam.
- ♪ I knew that I would
[sirens wailing]
♪ So good
♪ So good
♪ I got you
♪
♪ So good
♪ So good
♪
Hey!
♪
[all speaking Spanish]
- [laughing]
- [laughing]
[laughter]
- There you are.
I knew you'd get lost.
All the new medical directors
get lost.
I'll take those odds.
[funky music]
♪
- Grab a sheet, will you?
- EMS just dropped off.
♪
[radio chatter]
♪
Wait.
- What?
- Do you hear that?
- Hear what?
Doctor Bloom, she's dead.
No pulse, no BP,
cyanotic, rigor mortis.
- I need a defib ventilator,
ALS,
and resuscitation team, now!
- That's impossible,
she's dead.
- Well, at least you didn't
kill her twice.
- New Amsterdam
has a public school,
prison ward,
and facilities for the UN.
We performed the world's
first C-section
in the world's first
maternity ward.
New Amsterdam is America's
first public hospital.
Patients don't need insurance,
money...
- Dora, I know the history.
- The dean makes me tell it
to every new medical director.
- And how many of those
have you worked with?
- Five in five years.
- Dr. Helen Sharpe.
Max Goodwin, how can I help?
- Oh, you're too kind.
Welcome to The Dam.
Why are you in scrubs?
- Because I'm a doctor.
Going somewhere?
- I have to tape segments
with "The Morning Show"
and Megyn Kelly,
then give the keynote address
at the oncology conference
in Vail.
- I'll take that for you.
- Thank you.
- Wow, you're gonna do all that
on your lunch break.
- [laughs]
You're funny.
I'll be back next week.
We'll lunch at the Tavern--
my treat.
- Unlike the previous
medical director,
I actually expect you
to practice medicine
at this hospital because...
I don't know, it's your job.
- You're funny.
- You said that.
- I'll tell you what.
I'll continue giving speeches
all over the world,
because you can't afford
the kind of publicity
I give this hospital.
And I'll continue
my on-air appearances
with Ellen, Oprah,
and anyone else powerful enough
to go by one name,
because someone has
to remind New York
that even though New Amsterdam
is an under-funded
public hospital,
we can still go toe-to-toe
with the privates
from basic care
to state-of-the-art procedures.
I will be back next week.
We'll lunch at the Tavern.
My treat.
[funky music]
- I like her.
If she comes back,
let's keep her.
♪
[announcements playing
over PA]
[phone line ringing]
[ethereal, thumping music]
[phone ringing]
- [exhales]
Sorry.
♪
[phone beeps]
Max.
Is everything okay?
- Just calling to say hi.
- Really?
- Isn't that what people do?
- People, yeah.
You?
Not so much.
- [laughs]
I'm trying.
- How's the, uh...
- Can I, uh...
- [laughs]
Sorry, what?
- No, you--
- I was...
I was just going to ask
about the apartment.
- Oh, it's great.
Yeah.
You should come by sometime.
Sit on the floor,
eat some soy sauce packets.
Have you had any time...
to think...
- Max.
It's time.
- Um...
Georgia, I have to...
- Save the world?
I know.
Go.
- But listen--listen,
I know what I did was wrong.
I should have
put you and the baby first,
but I am gonna change.
And I'm gonna win you back.
- Well, you have 12 weeks.
[all chattering]
- Hey, Reynolds.
- One second.
Hey.
- I've been thinking about you.
You, uh, wanna
grab a drink later?
- I can't.
- You know when I say
"grab a drink" I don't really
mean "grab a drink."
- I do.
- Sorry.
I'm so sorry.
[rustling]
Sorry.
[grunts]
So sorry.
You guys okay?
- There he is.
- [sighs]
Uh...
my sister Luna and I
were, um, born here
in New Amsterdam.
And then eight years later,
uh...
Luna died here.
It was a hospital-acquired
infection.
Entirely preventable.
So...
working here--
being able to save
someone else's sister
or someone's daughter...
It's a dream come true...
for me.
Anyway, so...
[clears throat]
How can I help?
Uh, sorry.
That's not a trick question.
I'm--I'm really just asking.
I work for you so you can
work for your patients.
How can I help?
Just shout it out.
Really? No one?
Wow.
Okay, why don't we try this:
I'll go first.
Will everyone in the Cardiac
Surgical Department
please raise your hands.
Don't be shy,
just get them up there.
Great.
[indistinct murmuring]
Great, thank you.
You're all fired.
[all gasp, exclaim]
Any department
who places billing above care--
no matter how much money
you make this hospital--
you will be terminated.
Oh, I am serious.
Bye-bye.
[all murmuring]
We're gonna be starting over,
all right?
[line trilling]
Without you.
Sorry.
Next, will all
the department chairs
raise your hands, please.
I have no idea
how you managed
to keep this hospital afloat
with so little help,
so I'm gonna hire you
50 new attendings.
Because untrained residents
will no longer be
running this hospital,
regardless of how much money
their university makes
off their indentured servitude
or how much time
it affords some of you
to play golf.
[angry murmuring]
- [laughing softly]
- So...
let me ask again...
How can I help?
Yeah.
Person not calling
their lawyer.
- Lauren Bloom,
emergency department.
Uh, I want to get rid
of our waiting room.
- Okay, what do you--
where do you want to put it?
- I want to get rid of it.
I want to move patients
direct to bed--
no waiting room.
- Done.
- Really?
- Sure, let's try it.
Yeah.
- Hi--Dr. Iggy Frome,
head of psych.
Can we do something
about healthy food?
- What do you want
to do about it?
- Uh, have some.
[all laughing]
To eat in--in the hospital.
- [laughing]
Okay.
Done.
- Aces.
Thank you.
- Thank you.
- [grunts softly]
You know, we all feel like
the system...
is too big to change,
but guess what?
We are the system.
And we need to change.
So just tell me what you need--
what your patients need--
and I don't care
if it's not covered,
I don't care if the board
said no,
let's get into some trouble.
Let's be...
doctors again.
[spirited music]
Okay, I appreciate it.
Go, and I'll see you
out in the wards.
Thanks.
[all chattering]
♪
Uh, Bloom.
Sorry, could I, uh,
borrow you for a minute?
Um, I need you
to do a throat biopsy.
It'll just take a second.
- Sure.
Uh, for what patient?
- Uh, me.
.
[indistinct chatter]
[announcements playing
over PA]
Yeah, hey, how are you?
- Hello?
My name is Alain.
I wrote my name down.
- Then we'll call you when
we have a doctor available.
Okay, hun?
- At New Amsterdam's
department
of pediatric oncology,
we strive to ensure
that the children feel
that they are in a relaxed,
positive environment...
- You know what,
she is good.
She is.
- How long have you
noticed irritation?
- Do you think she's
coming back early?
- No.
- Max?
- Yeah, four weeks.
Six.
Maybe eight?
I don't know.
You look tired.
Do you need a nap?
- I need you to stay still.
- Mm.
- Good luck with that.
[phone ringing]
- [mumbling]
Who's calling?
- Dean of medicine.
Third time.
- Ignore.
- Max.
Please stop talking.
- Yeah.
Wait, what's on my hot list
after this?
- What's a hot list?
- It's a to-do list,
but, you know, with a--
with a cooler--
cooler name.
- Call the dean back.
- Uh, after that.
- You know, I can
come back later.
- Well, you've got
the entire United Nations
in the ICU,
and a cardiac patient
being prepped for surgery.
- Right--wait,
why is a cardiac surgery
on my hot list?
- Because you fired
all the cardiac surgeons.
- Right, but I had all
the new patients rerouted
to University.
- Not the ones from Rikers.
Maybe you shouldn't have fired
the entire department.
- They were all corrupt
and lazy.
- See?
- Except for Dr. Reynolds.
- How you know that?
- Just read his file.
- Ow.
[indistinct chatter]
- Doctor...
Frome?
- Please sign in
and take a seat.
- Dr. Frome.
- Young lady, it is
way too early in my day
to call security, but I will.
- Dr. Frome!
Dr. Frome!
Dr. Frome!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hey!
Hey, it's okay!
- Dr. Frome!
I got it.
Jemma, hi, hey.
I got this, thank you.
All right, come on,
come with me.
Thank you.
[somber music]
♪
It's okay, whatever it is.
- It happened...
again.
♪
- Floyd Reynolds?
Max Goodwin.
- Yeah, I remember you
from an hour ago.
When you fired me.
- Yale.
Fancy.
What secret society were you?
Skull and Bones?
Scroll and Key?
- The one that took
a poor black kid.
- Which one was that?
- School of medicine.
- So, Floyd,
why did you become
a cardiovascular surgeon?
- You know, all due respect,
I don't need a pat on the back
on the way out.
- That's good,
because I don't intend
to pat you on the back given
the appalling history
of patient care
in your department.
- If I were you and I had
analyzed our performance
I would have done the same.
- Hmm.
By performance, do you mean
the highest mortality
and infection rates
in New York City?
'Cause that's like the Beyoncé
of performances
if Beyoncé, you know,
killed people.
- Yeah, and don't forget
our rampant culture
of inflating billable hours.
- Except you didn't.
I read your files.
You have the lowest
billing rates
in the department.
What's wrong?
You don't like surgery?
- I love surgery.
- Then why did you perform
half as many procedures
as your colleagues?
- Because my patients
didn't need them.
Because there's other ways
to help people
than my cutting them open.
[mellow music]
♪
- That's a cute kid.
- [laughs]
That's my nephew.
- I'm unfiring you.
♪
- To do what?
- To run the Cardiac
Surgical Department.
- There is no Cardiac
Surgical Department.
- Then build one.
A good one.
I mean, it's only people's
heart's we're talking about.
- You do know the whole
system's rigged, don't you?
I mean, they're not gonna
let you come in here
and just help people.
- So let's help as many
as we can before
they figure us out.
You can't say no.
You already unpacked.
♪
- Jemma first came to me
eight years ago
after she was sexually abused
by her foster father.
- Just tell me how long
before I can place her.
- Two years after that,
she came back
after she was found chained
to a radiator
being fed like a dog.
- How long, Iggy?
- This girl has been abused
three times
in the foster care system,
and you want
to put her right back in?
- What other options
do we have?
[kids chattering]
- I'm keeping her.
- What do you mean,
"keeping her"?
- I mean I'm not
discharging her.
I'm keeping her.
- Until when?
- Until she's 18.
- [scoffs] But that's...
- Two years.
- So you are
committing a patient
just to keep them
out of foster care?
- [sighs]
Yeah.
[funky music]
♪
- Doctor, um...
- Goodwin, but call me Max.
I was just taking an interest.
- Surely you don't have
the time to take an interest
in every single case.
- Well, that's why I wear
my running shoes.
- I've been practicing here
for 25 years,
The key to survival is
to have more than one speed.
- I can go faster.
- That's not what I meant.
- Just keep me in the loop
on this, will you?
Hi.
- [sighs]
Good afternoon, Mr. Martín.
I'm Dr. Vijay Kapoor,
your wife's neurologist.
- What happened to her?
- Let me first find my glasses
so that I can read her chart.
- Eh...
- Oh.
[laughs]
There they are.
Thank you.
Presented cyanotic
and rigor mortis.
Administered Diazepam
and Valium.
So, Mr. Martín...
it appears Patricia's brain
convinced her heart
that she was dead, even though
she was very much alive.
We are going to perform
a few tests
to find out why.
In the mean time,
you and I are going to talk.
- Talk?
- Talk about
your life together,
how you met,
how you live.
- What does that have to do
with what happened to her?
- Everything.
[tense music]
[announcements playing
over PA]
♪
- [breathing heavily]
♪
- Get a resuscitation team.
- Give me a bio.
- Respiration shallow.
- Okay, give me a CBC, BMP,
chem 7, and a saline lock.
Anybody know who this is?
- I found a boarding pass
in his pocket.
- Stop.
Everyone back away
from the patient.
Masks on, now.
[overlapping chatter]
♪
[line trilling]
- This is Max.
- We have a patient in the ED
from Liberia presenting
with all the signs of malaria,
Lassa Fever, TB, or...
- Ebola.
♪
.
[monitor beeping]
- First thing we do is call
the mayor's office
and the CDC if we even suspect
ebola virus.
Now, the patient is
in an isolation chamber
with negative pressure airflow.
That chamber is equipped
with every available medicine
should the patient need
to self medicate.
- What about us?
- Ebola isn't airborne,
but if you develop symptoms
you will join him.
Until then, you will help him.
Everyone interacting
with the patient is required
to wear personal
protective equipment
at all times.
No shortcuts, ever.
[tense music]
Good.
[door hisses]
Once blood is drawn,
the test results will come back
in 24 to 48 hours.
♪
- Commencing a Code Green
blood draw
at 1:10 PM,
New Amsterdam Hospital.
- Your husband said
you are taking Haloperidol.
- For two years.
For depression.
- And last year you were
diagnosed with Parkinson's.
- Does any of it explain
what is happening to me?
- Not yet.
I'm going to run
some more tests,
and hopefully...
- More tests?
But she's in pain, and--
and she's not getting
any better.
- Mr. Martín, I need
some more information
before I can make a diagnosis.
- How can you not
do something for her?
- Shh.
- We are going to do something.
We are going to keep talking.
Where are my glasses?
Okay, thank you.
[both arguing in Russian]
[spirited percussion music]
- Whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's the problem?
- I demand doctor.
- He wants to be discharged.
Dr. Chen needs him
for observation.
- Mister Ambassador,
I'm Dr. Goodwin.
I am the new
medical director here,
and I am officially
discharging you.
- [sighs]
Thank you.
- Before you go,
can you just translate
one thing for your
security detail?
- [grunts]
What?
- Since you're being
released early and against
the wishes of your doctor,
they should look for any signs
of lethargy, brain damage,
cardiac arrest,
sudden loss of consciousness,
and, of course,
rectal bleeding.
Mister Ambassador?
- Maybe I stay.
[speaking in Russian]
- Can I have our menus back?
♪
[both speaking Spanish]
- Claro.
♪
- Hey.
Welcome back.
I heard you got promoted.
- Right after I got fired.
Lord works in mysterious ways.
- Mm.
She does, doesn't she?
A patient from Rikers
was admitted with 17 lacs.
Ruptured spleen, aortic tear.
We got him stable in the ED,
but the tear is all you.
You, uh, wanna grab
a drink tomorrow?
- I can't.
- You know when I say
"grab a drink"
I don't actually...
- Yes, I do.
- Okay.
Wait, you--
you're not trying to...
- [groans]
Look, Lauren...
I think you're great.
- Oh, wow.
You are trying to.
- Okay, I--
I guess I'd rather us
just be...
friends again.
You know, colleagues.
- But I thought we...
- We did.
- And I thought you...
- I do.
- [scoffs] So then why not see
where this goes?
- [sighs] I wish I could,
I really do, but I can't.
- Because?
- Because...
- Hey, I'm a big girl.
I can take it.
What?
- Because you're not black.
[gate buzzes]
- Gate!
- Hands.
Thank you.
Hands, hands.
Thank you.
Hands, hands...
Jemma.
You know pens and pencils
aren't allowed outside
the classroom.
- The pen's attached
to my journal.
- Okay.
You'll have to give me
the journal, then.
- No.
- You'll get it back
in the morning.
- It's mine.
- Jemma, give me the journal.
Jemma, don't do this.
[echoing]
Jemma...
please...
- But it's mine!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- [screaming]
[all shouting]
[dark music]
- Dr. Frome told me
that he gave you that journal
when you were ten.
- It's mine.
- Hmm.
Can I ask why you pushed...
- It's the only thing
that's mine.
- Jemma...
what do you want to happen?
[somber music]
Jemma.
♪
What do you want to happen?
♪
- Nobody's ever...
asked me that...
before.
♪
- Do you want to stay here,
Jemma?
Do you want to stay
at New Amsterdam?
♪
[clears throat]
♪
Well, would you like me
to get you placed
in a new home
by Social Services?
♪
- Just decide for me.
I mean, you're gonna
do it anyway.
- That's--that's not true.
That--no.
Hey, Jemma.
- Keep it.
Like, what's the point?
♪
[slams book]
♪
- Return them to baseline
and put them through
the system.
That's my job.
- Look...
if you can't help Jemma
as a doctor...
then just help her
as a human being.
- Am I allowed to do that?
- You are now.
♪
[upbeat music]
♪
- Dr. Goodwin?
- How can I help?
- Dr. Kapoor's patient in 1208,
you wanted to be kept
in the loop?
- Yes, thank you.
How's she doing?
- I think Dr. Kapoor
is going to kill her.
- Max.
This is Detective Rose
from NYPD
and Agent Bratton from the FBI.
- The CDC alerted us
to your patient with Ebola.
- Uh, we're still waiting
on the test results.
I'll be with you
in five minutes.
- The NSA just intercepted
a video made by ISIS.
They claim they sent one
of their followers from Liberia
to New York City...
infected with the Ebola virus.
Your patient is now
a terror suspect.
[dramatic music]
- A man came to my village.
- What was his name?
- Ayaan
- Last name?
- I don't know.
He was showing off money
he made in America
from selling kufi hats
and dashikis
In Times Square.
He offered to give me clothes
to sell
and a plane ticket
if I give him half
of what I make.
- And you believed him.
- Yes...
He took me to doctor
for traveler's vaccination.
- Alain, where did Ayaan
want you to go
when you got to America?
- Youth hostel in Times Square.
- Then why did you come here?
- This is the only hospital
in America I heard of.
[panel beeps]
- He's not a terrorist.
- We'll gather the evidence.
- If he was a terrorist,
he would have gone
to Times Square, where he could
have infected the entire city,
but he didn't.
He came here to get better.
He was clearly tricked
into getting something
injected into his bloodstream.
You see that, right?
- Dr. Goodwin...
- Just please promise me
you will look into his story.
- I'll look into it.
- What does that even mean?
"Because I'm not black."
- Patient is stable,
in case you were wondering.
- Oh, good.
So, are you gonna
answer my question?
- [sighs]
I'm 35 years old.
I want to get married,
I wanna have kids,
and I want them to be black.
- [laughs]
You know you can't just
order that off a menu, right?
- Well, yeah,
but I also know I'm not gonna
meet anyone
if you and I are...
- Getting our swirl on?
- [sighs]
Look, I don't expect you
to understand.
- I'm sorry, okay?
I want to, I do.
- I have this plan
for how I want my life
to look, all right?
I have for a long time,
and that plan's
important to me.
- So what part of the plan
was taking me back
to your place and...
- Whoa, whoa, hey.
Look, okay.
It wasn't, all right?
But when I was with you I...
forgot I had a plan.
- No, sorry.
I still don't understand.
- Well, I guess
that's the point, right?
You can't.
You can't understand
how confusing it was
growing up watching
every black athlete have
a white girl on his arm.
Or how betrayed
black women felt--
my mom, my sisters--
watching it happen
time and again.
- I get it.
You're just taking one
for the team.
- I love black women.
- So do I.
But I don't see one
asking you out for a drink.
[funky percussion music]
♪
- I asked you to keep me
in the loop on 1208.
- I needed to conduct
thorough patient...
- I'm taking the patient
out of your service.
- Because?
- Because you should have made
a presumptive diagnosis.
Because you should have
aggressively treated
the Parkinson's.
- Except she doesn't have
Parkinson's.
PET scan.
Small black flecks
over her heart.
- Artifacts.
- Look closer.
Two years ago, Patricia
was misdiagnosed
with depression.
She was prescribed Haloperidol,
which caused stiffness...
- Right.
- As the result,
she was misdiagnosed
with Parkinson
and prescribed Levodopa,
which made it impossible
for her to sleep.
So she was prescribed
Hydroxyzine.
That toxic combination caused
both cardiac arrest
and rigidity.
But this whole time,
her true symptom
was her immune system
fighting a tumor
that nobody could see.
Small black flecks.
[solemn music]
- Malignant thymoma.
- Yeah.
If I continued treated her
for Parkinson's,
she would have another
cardiac arrest and died.
♪
By taking my time--
by slowing down--
I bought her another year.
Maybe two.
♪
- How can I help?
♪
- When she wakes up,
you can help me tell her...
she's going to die.
♪
- Well, move Sugarman
to Wednesday
and I'll do Hinkle via Skype
from the hotel.
Just make sure I have
his updated--
uh, Ron--
Ron, I said JFK.
Why are we back
at New Amsterdam?
[cars honking]
[tires squealing]
- Hi.
Remember me?
- You told my driver
to bring me back here?
- No, I told our driver
to bring you back here
because Ron works
for New Amsterdam--
and so do you, remember?
- If I miss my flight...
- You can keep your job.
- Why do you care about me
so much?
- Because you're a good doctor.
Because you bring in patients
who would otherwise never go
to a public hospital,
which helps pay
for the patients
who can't go anywhere else.
- So it's about money.
- It's about care.
Which is why I can't figure out
why'd you'd rather
give lectures
to semi-retired physicians
than actually provide care
to patients.
- I'll see you next week.
- Come back in 48 hours
or don't come back at all.
♪
.
- Blanca?
Hi.
Dr. Frome from New Amsterdam.
- Hi.
- Thank you so much
for meeting me.
I, um--I brought you donuts.
I ate one already.
I'm sorry.
I actually ate two.
I don't know why I said one,
that's...
[laughs]
- I have to be at work soon,
so I don't...
- Yeah.
No, of course.
Uh, I just--
I wanted you to see this.
It's, uh--it's a journal
from the patient
I was telling you about--
Jemma?
Normally there'd be
privacy issues but, uh,
you know, this is the one thing
that Jemma kept
from foster home
to foster home.
and, uh, one of those homes
was actually...
your mother's.
Uh, C--Camilla, right?
That--that was her name?
Camilla?
[clears throat]
Well, Camilla was
the first foster parent
to really make Jemma feel safe.
You know, safe to grow
and safe to--
to be a kid, really.
And, uh, after Camilla died,
Jemma wrote pages and pages
about her in here.
You can--you can read.
- My mother and I
were estranged...
when she died.
I didn't even know
she took in foster kids.
- Oh.
- I was a tough kid to raise.
Stubborn, wild.
Left when I was 16.
- You know,
that sounds a lot like Jemma.
Tough, but she's got
a big heart.
- I can't be her foster parent
if that's what this is about.
- I--I'm sorry.
[sighs]
This was a long shot,
I know that.
Thank you for meeting me.
I--I really do appreciate it.
[mellow music]
Can I just leave this with you?
You don't have
to get it back to me--
I'll come back
and pick it up later--
but can I just leave it
with you?
- Why?
- I think that you'll see
that your mother gave Jemma
all the love
that she couldn't give to you.
♪
That love didn't go to waste.
♪
- I don't understand...
- I never had Parkinson's?
♪
And--and the depression?
Hormones from your tumor.
They triggered
your immune system
and set off a cascade
of symptoms.
Patricia...
your mind is strong
and resilient.
I'm sorry you were led
to believe otherwise.
- Mrs. Martín...
you could stay here...
but in this case the treatment
is worse than the disease.
- [sniffles]
- And with so little time...
maybe there's someplace else
you'd rather be.
[somber music]
- No, we stay here.
We fight.
She get better.
- No.
I want to go home.
[sobs]
To see my parents,
my girls.
I haven't seen them
in 11 years.
- That's a wonderful idea.
- We can't go home.
Home is Chiapas.
We crossed the border
without papers.
We cross back...
we will be arrested.
- I have to go home.
♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪
- Mister Ambassador?
- Yes.
- Can I ask a favor?
- Of course.
You need some Yankees tickets?
- I need you to repatriate
two of your citizens.
♪
[alarm beeping]
[dramatic music]
- [coughing]
- Hemoptysis!
He's crashing!
♪
Hey, can someone help me
in my suit?
♪
Alain!
Alain, you need to grab
the oxygen mask!
Alain!
Alain, it is right above you.
- [coughing]
[gasping]
♪
- Helmet, now!
- [coughing, gasping]
♪
[alarm wailing]
- Forget it.
♪
I'm going in.
- Dr. Bloom, wait.
♪
Okay.
♪
- Bloom!
Get out of there, now!
- It's too late!
I'm already in!
There's too much blood,
I can't see anything.
♪
[alarm beeping]
♪
- Heart rate is dropping.
He needs adrenaline.
- I can't stop bagging.
- Adrenaline first,
oxygen after, okay?
Go.
♪
Okay, now push 10 ml's,
open wide.
- But that's too much.
- Not for this kind of virus.
- Max, it'll send
his heart rate too high.
- Push 10 hard and fast,
right now.
♪
[monitor beeping]
- Lauren...
- I know what you're gonna say.
That was--
that was stupid.
I violated the protocol.
[suspenseful music]
- [clears throat]
Lauren...
♪
Your glove.
♪
[phone vibrating]
♪
- Doctor.
♪
- Sorry, I can't talk
right now.
- There's something wrong
with the baby.
[weeping]
Oh, my God.
♪
.
- She's bleeding.
- I need a trans-abdominal
ultrasound, mag sulfate--
4 grams.
- BP 160 over 110.
- How we doing
with that second...
- Draw a chem 24
and coag panel.
Let's get the fetal monitor on.
- How can I help?
- By getting out of the way.
- This is my wife.
- And she needs you.
- Oh, God.
- Off the o2.
[all chattering]
all: One, two, three.
- [gasps]
- Baby's in distress.
- No...
- You're okay, I'm right here.
I'm with you.
- Push 4 mag sulfate.
- Max.
- No, no, just focus on me.
I'm right here.
- [heavy breathing]
- Ultrasound's up.
[suspenseful music]
She's complete previa.
- What's that?
- It means your placenta
is obstructing your cervix.
There's nowhere
for the baby to go.
- Corticosteroids
and a unit of O-negative,
and type and cross.
- This is because of me.
- You did nothing wrong.
- It's my fault.
- Georgia, if we can't control
the bleeding,
we're going to need to do
an emergency caesarean,
understand?
- The baby is not ready.
She's not ready.
- We're not gonna have
a choice.
- Is she still bleeding?
- Bleeding's slowed down.
- I still want a transfusion,
and someone tell me
baby's heart rate?
- I can't find it.
- What?
- I can't find
the baby's heart beat.
♪
- Suzanne?
- Come on.
- It's okay.
- Suzanne...
- Where are you?
♪
[thrumming]
There you are, baby girl.
- Oh, God.
[inhales shakily]
[thrumming continues]
[laughing, sobbing]
[Coldplay's "Fix You"]
- Looking good.
- It's okay.
- [laughs]
♪
- Does baby have a name yet?
♪
- Luna.
- ♪ When you try your best
but you don't succeed ♪
♪
♪ When you get what you want
♪ But not what you need
♪
♪ When you feel so tired
♪ But you can't sleep
♪
♪ Stuck in reverse...
- Dr. Frome?
♪
- ♪ When the tears
come streaming ♪
♪ Down your face
♪
♪ When you lose something
♪ You can't replace
♪
[no audible dialogue]
♪
♪ Lights will guide you home
♪ And ignite your bones
♪ And I will try
♪
♪ To fix you
♪
- Oh...
- [gasps, sobs]
- [sobbing]
Mommy.
- ♪ When the tears
come streaming ♪
[both crying]
♪ Down your face
♪
♪ When you lose something
[all weeping]
- Mija...
♪
- ♪ Lights will guide
you home ♪
♪ And ignite your bones
♪ And I will try
♪
♪ To fix you
♪
- Alaim, that shot
they gave you in Liberia--
they might have thought
it was Ebola,
but it wasn't.
It was the Lassa virus,
which is just as deadly...
except, as Dr. Bloom
can tell you,
the Lassa virus can be treated
with antiviral medication,
which we gave you.
♪
[all clapping]
- ♪ Tears stream
♪ Down your face
♪ When you lose something
- Nice job, Dr. Bloom.
- ♪ You cannot replace...
- You wanna go
and grab a drink?
- Seriously?
Now?
- I'm talking about
a nice glass of scotch.
What are you talking about?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I could use a drink.
♪
- ♪ Lights will guide
you home ♪
♪ And I will try
[knocking on door]
- Dr. Sharpe.
- ♪ To fix you
- I hope I'm not interrupting.
- No, no, I was just, um...
my sister was here...
in this room a long time ago
and I was just, uh...
Introducing her to someone.
- I, um...
I saw the Farmer's Market.
- Oh, yeah?
Did you buy anything?
- Couldn't.
They were sold out.
- Made a few changes
while you were gone.
I didn't think
you were coming back.
- Neither did I.
- So much death here.
[mellow music]
It got to you, didn't it?
- No, actually.
I became immune to it,
which is even worse.
♪
- So why did you come back?
♪
- Because of you.
♪
People are excited, Max.
For the first time
in a long time,
they are excited
to be doctors again.
♪
I wanna be excited too.
♪
But you need to slow down.
- Yeah.
[laughs]
I get that a lot.
♪
- You have cancer.
♪
Squamous cell carcinoma.
♪
But you knew that, didn't you?
♪
How can I help?
♪
♪
[projector clicks,
film reel whirring]
[whooshing,
thunder rumbles]
[fanfare]