Previously on "New Amsterdam"...
You tell Mama about your child out of wedlock
and wanting to start something with your father,
you'll send her to an early grave.
It's the first installment of my loan repayment.
Something I love is hurting me.
I'm just not really sure how to let it out.
How can I help?
You call off this raid
and I will walk out of this building,
and you will never, ever hear from me again.
That's not enough.
This is fraud. Our shareholders...
Someone called them off.
So what are we supposed to do now?
You can start by getting out of my office.
Dr. Sherman to Radiology. Dr. Sherman to Radiology.
Hello, everyone!
And welcome to Orientation Day...
well, actually, I should say Re-Orientation Day.
There are so many lovely familiar faces here.
Uh, look, new cards.
So, Ms. Miller, here you go.
And Dr. Kao.
Ms. Fall.
Nurse Acosta.
The lovely Dr. Bloom.
And last but not least,
Max Goodwin.
So please let this serve
as your official "welcome back" to New Amsterdam.
Now, your old positions might not be available
because somebody else has taken them,
but do not worry.
We will find you a new spot.
It might not have the same stature
as your former position, but I'm sure,
like me, you're just happy to be working.
Happy?
Yes.
Thank you so much for coming.
And let's get back to work.
You're literally forcing us to work here.
No, I'm not.
Well, with our non-compete clause in our contract,
we can't work anywhere else for the next three years.
Of course you can. You can work anywhere you like.
You just can't practice medicine.
But it's good
- to have you back, Dr. Bloom. - Mm.
Uh, Max, can I speak to you for a moment?
Um...
I went back and forth for a really long time
about presenting you with that badge,
because...
I... I just... I don't know what you want.
Do you mean would I rather give up on Helen
to stay here and keep being a doctor
or go back to London, where now, thanks to you,
I can't practice medicine?
Yeah, sure.
You win.
You get to keep running this hospital, okay?
Let's not make it personal.
Personal?
My God, you tried to take my medical license.
You tried to have me indicted for a fraud
that I did not commit.
What, that was just professional?
Because the threat of prison felt pretty damn personal to me.
I didn't make this personal, Max.
You did.
That's on you.
So you just let me know what you decide.
Okay?
Dr. Goodwin, in the house!
Well, the hospital.
- Good to see you, man. - You too.
Hey, remember that cruise my wife and I were
supposed to take right before COVID?
- Mm-hmm. - Well, after being postponed,
canceled, and rebooked about 14 times,
we're finally set to shove off on Saturday.
Only problem is, I woke up with this rash.
- Can you... - Yeah, I'm sorry, Jerry.
I-I can't help.
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Oh, my gosh.
Look at what the cat dragged in.
You know I hate that expression.
You know that's why I used it.
Back in Duluth, we had a tabby
who'd bring in mangled robins.
They'd die right there on my mom's carpet.
Look at you, you're back for five minutes and already
sharing folksy anecdotes about your sociopathic cats.
It's almost like you never even left.
No rush. Your 8:30's not here yet.
Uh, no, no, no, no. It's a virtual patient.
The poor guy hasn't left his apartment in three years.
Okay, I'll make a note he's telehealth only.
- What's the patient's name? - Uh, LazerFox404.
- Is that his given name? - No.
That would be cool, but I doubt it.
Uh, our sessions take place in a video game.
Ah, the fox sits and talks
- to the doctor? - No.
The fox and the doc talk
while running around killing globbets.
Yeah, they're like these, um...
I don't know, bat people, I guess.
Uh, also, he doesn't know that I'm a doctor.
He's refused therapy, so I'm disguised as a samurai.
A rodent samurai.
It all sounds very nontraditional.
Yeah, in Japan, they're called hikikomori.
And the best treatment they've found...
this is no joke... is using attractive women
to lure the male patients back into the world.
These people have become so stricken with anxiety and shame
that they've completely given up on their real lives.
So unfortunately, bending the laws of therapy
is the only way to get them out.
Excuse me.
I'm sure you know what you're doing.
Whoa, LazerFox! Globbets on your six!
Globbets on your six!
Well, well, well. Life is funny, isn't it?
Congratulations on being made Chair, Dr. Walsh.
Thank you, Bloom.
So things work a little differently around here now.
- We... - Pile up on the FDR.
I got a man, 40s, broken femur and multiple lacerations.
- Um, aren't you gonna... - Ooh.
Whoop. Whoop, whoop.
Let's take him to bay 28.
Thank you.
What's that?
No racing across the ED?
Descending on a patient like a bat out of hell?
No barking out orders for who to take who where?
No, no.
I stayed right here and allowed my system to work.
"What system?" you ask.
The Walsh White Board.
My man went to Staples.
Each doctor has a color,
and when your color's up, that's your patient.
Stunningly simple, yet brilliant, don't you think?
I do.
Uh, so before I officially welcome you back,
let me ask you, are you on board with the board?
You're the boss.
Okay, um...
So I've assigned you tan.
Great.
Better colors were available.
I'm happy with tan.
I know. She's different.
Oh, you guys are up.
Gary Burgess, 52, complaining of stomach pains.
He collapsed walking down 2nd Ave.
- Doorman called 911. - Okay, Mr. Burgess.
Is the pain dull, sharp, or throbbing?
I'm fine, I just overdid it at dinner last night.
- Definitely sharp. - Trauma One.
What time is it? It's important.
Not more important than a middle-aged man
with epigastric pain.
Where you supposed to be?
My daughter Emma and I
are here to tour NYU this afternoon.
She's so excited.
Can't you just give me an antacid or something?
I'm gonna run some more tests.
Is Emma here?
No, she's back at the hotel.
She thinks I'm still out for my walk.
- I can give her a call. - No way.
I'm not ruining her big day with a terrifying call
about acid reflux.
Mr. Burgess...
you're having a heart attack.
Hi! Babe.
Come on. Don't keep me in suspense.
Did she cry? Oh, God, I hope she cried.
Easy there, Judge Dredd. She's still here.
But, uh, yeah, I've got her right where I want her.
I bet you do.
I'm so proud of you, my love.
Yeah.
Maybe, uh...
maybe save that praise till after it's over.
No, we have to acknowledge it all.
You are saving that hospital from abject ruin.
Everyone who works there should be
singing your praises, especially those
who depend on New Amsterdam for their very survival.
So you take the flowers.
Mm-hmm.
All right. Well, I should, uh, should get back to it.
You know, gotta be consistent with your vanquishing.
But I love you.
Love you more.
Bye.
This rash is now at my elbow.
Yeah, mine is also covering my hands.
That's nasty, bro. Where'd you get that?
I don't know.
Uh, sorry to eavesdrop,
but did you both say you have a rash?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
You seen anything like it before, Doc?
I froze these eggs years ago.
I was worried they'd gone bad.
I know that's not how it works, but...
everything's been so much harder than I thought.
Now there are two surgeons in my room.
Well, Inez, your twins look well-developed
at 18 weeks gestation.
However, they have tumors in their respective lungs
that's threatening their development.
Both of them?
Yes, identical twins have the same DNA.
But we can treat it.
Now, they're too young to be delivered,
but what we can do is remove each baby from the uterus,
excise the tumors, and then put them back in.
They will be connected to the umbilical cord
the whole time.
Is that their only chance?
Yes.
Please save my babies.
- Please help him! - Don't just stand there.
- Do something! - He's dying!
- I'm very sorry. - What the hell is going on?
The boy has no brain function, Dr. Sharpe.
Hasn't in weeks.
Restarting his heart won't change the fact
- that he's already gone. - That's not true.
We were with him this morning.
You can't just let our son die.
- This is a hospital! - Please save him.
Do you have a court order to withhold life support?
- Dr. Sharpe... - Do you?
- No, but... - Then move.
Okay. Clear!
- Dr. Sharpe... - Going again.
Clear!
- Oh... - Oh, thank you.
You didn't save him, you know.
You just made it that much harder
for his parents to say goodbye.
Unbelievable. You know,
when I was medical director,
this supplier would always try to sell me
on these third-rate products.
But cheaper is never better,
it is most certainly not safer,
and I'm willing to bet that my successor...
Didn't care.
Who cares about janitors, right?
Well, I do.
This steroid cream, and, uh...
never touching those gloves again
should take care of that rash.
- Come on. - So are these things
also giving my sudden migraines?
- Migraines? - What about intense cramping?
No, no, gloves should...
My asthma has been kicking up.
My lungs are messed up too.
Mr. Burgess, how are you feeling?
Ah, like a piano has been lifted off my chest.
Oh, then the morphine's doing its job.
Have you had this pressure in your chest for a long time?
Is 17 years a long time?
You have kids?
I don't.
Wait until you do.
It's everything.
I'm gonna be right back.
Hey, hey.
I know this is a job even first years hate,
but these patients' blood work showed
potassium levels that were irregular by .1%.
They need to be notified, by phone.
On it.
I know what you're trying to do.
You're playing mind games with me,
pretending to be okay with me being the boss,
but really trying to get under my skin.
Nope.
I gotta go make these calls, okay, boss?
Follow me if you want to live.
Oh! Look out! Look out!
The turrets, deploy the turrets!
Turrets and rodent-leap on three...
Two, one.
Pow!
Oh, shoot! Yeah!
- That was sick. - Whoo!
We just did our deluxe turbo moves
simultaneously to the second.
I love it! That was awesome.
It's like you're in my head.
Wow!
Is it like that for you with everybody,
like instant connection?
Nah.
Man, not so much.
Yeah, me neither.
Uh...
So, uh, hey, you hear about this Manhattanhenge?
- The sunset thing? - Yeah.
- Yeah. It's nuts. - Yeah.
I was, uh, thinking about going.
You want to come with?
I don't get out much.
Okay. Why not?
Whatever.
Forget it.
I'm a freak.
No, no, no, no, no. I get it, man.
I'm... you know, I'm the same.
I haven't been out of my apartment in so long
it's like I've gotten used to it.
- Yeah. - But I'm, uh,
I'm trying to change.
I'm getting out there, I'm doing more.
Hence, Manhattanhenge.
So if you want to come with me, that's cool.
We'll meet up.
If not, I completely understand.
I feel like you're the only person
in the whole world who understands me.
I trust you.
You're the only person I trust.
I'll meet you there.
Give me a clamp.
Hysterotomy is hemostatic.
No leaks.
Clamp.
Give me a little more traction.
- My baby's stable. - So is mine.
It's Inez.
Uh, BP's dropping.
Uh, the uterus is contracting.
It's gonna rupture.
Stay with the babies.
Give me all the suction you got.
Retractor.
There's got to be a pumper in here somewhere.
More traction.
I can't find it.
You have to resect.
What if I hit the placenta?
Don't.
Scalpel.
Adding back now.
Can I get another 10 milligrams, please?
- How are the babies? - Stable.
Resecting...
Suture.
- Piece. - Lowering suction.
There we go.
Surgical field's drying up.
- Suture. - Dropping.
Okay. Cut it.
96 now.
Clamp.
We did it.
Appears to be... one second.
It's smaller now.
Both fetuses won't fit back inside.
We wish to resume Ollie's stem cell treatments
as soon as possible.
This morning was a setback, that's all.
The treatment that Ollie has been receiving
is still considered experimental...
We're not giving up on our son.
No, of course not.
But Ollie has a rare neurodegenerative disease
that's left him in a semi-vegetative state.
The odds of a full recovery lie somewhere around...
one in a billion.
So why did you save him?
I mean, you brought him back.
You must have thought he had a chance.
I can feel him, Dr. Sharpe.
Our boy is still here.
We know the odds.
All we want is the chance to try.
I understand.
Apologies.
NHS Hampstead has received an order
from the family division of the UK High Court.
To do what?
At 10:00 a.m. tomorrow,
we are ordered by law
to remove this child from his life support...
Over my dead body.
I am truly sorry,
but the 1989 Children's Act gives the government
the power to weigh in, and they are exercising that right.
That's impossible. Please, Dr. Sharpe!
He's right.
It's the law.
16 years, it's a long time.
And I've liked sanitation.
It's predictable, you know?
But this asthma kicking up...
Getting worse, and...
- And you don't smoke? - Smoke? No.
What about a wood-burning fireplace in your home?
Yeah, my studio in Queens has got all that.
A waterfall with a spiral staircase too.
Sounds nice.
Um, can you think of anything in your life,
in your daily routine that might have changed?
We recently stopped recycling here.
What do you do now?
We incinerate everything.
When lunch was 30 minutes, I could go grab a salad.
Now I'm lucky if I can get to the vending machine.
Double shifts twice a week.
But with extended childcare,
barely breaking even.
Cuts or guys out sick.
We're down a dozen plumbers every day.
The more shifts I cover,
the more exposure to infected patients.
And when the network crashes, guess whose pay gets docked.
Then my lower back went out because they told me
I had to help transfer patients.
How do they add more rooms to my shift
without adding more pay?
Why cut my hours?
We're sure not cutting the number
of patient medical records.
And now my meds is out of pocket because
somehow my PPO got switched to an HMO.
Who treats their employees this way?
Well, I think I have a guess.
Oh, uh, boss.
Stop calling me that.
I was just wondering if I could take five,
for a personal errand.
What you can do is drop the long con,
- 'cause I'm not buying it. - Huh?
Enough with this respectful and nice garbage.
Where's the real Bloom, huh?
Did you kill her? Did you kill her?
No!
Look, Mia's been helping me with cupping
and acupuncture and all that crap, and...
I don't know, I think it might actually be working.
So you're okay with me being your boss.
I think I might actually be relieved by it.
I mean, as I'm sure you're aware by now,
it's, like, a lot to have hanging over your head.
Okay, yeah. Go, go.
Take care of your personal thing.
Okay, thanks.
You look like a man who has seen
the bad side of some globbets.
- LazerFox404 slip off your hook? - No, worse.
He bit.
Yeah, I'm meeting him in person tonight.
Isn't that good news?
Yeah, that's good news.
You know, it all went exactly
as the protocol for hikikomori prescribes.
I built trust, we opened a door for a huge
therapeutic breakthrough, and now I feel...
weird about it.
Not good. Why?
I don't like to question your methods.
But...
this morning, you were using phrases
like "bending the laws of therapy," and...
Yeah.
I think if we're being honest,
what you mean is,
you're lying to him.
- Well... - And you feel bad,
because now you're gonna have to do it to his face.
Mm.
And I think you should feel bad.
Okay, thank you.
Uh...
All right, what...
what if this is truly the only way to help this guy?
What if that's the case? Shouldn't that matter more
than how I feel morally about it?
I mean, do you know how hard it would be for him
if I canceled on him now?
Better than if you met him
and he found out you were manipulating him.
Hey, we don't have much time.
We need to put one of these babies back inside.
No, what we have to do is think.
We cannot make her uterus bigger.
Well, we also can't just terminate one of them.
I don't know how to make that call, do you?
Whichever one has developed less.
What if...
No, no. Forget it.
No, say it.
Well, we could zipper one into the uterus
and leave the other one outside in the abdominal cavity.
It'd still be attached to the placenta
where it can get oxygen and other nutrients from Inez.
We'd essentially be creating an ectopic pregnancy.
Yes.
- Well, it's not impossible. - No.
But it could also kill the mother and both fetuses.
Or it could save them all.
So are you gonna appeal the court's decision?
I'd have to go on record saying
I believe keeping Ollie alive
is the best course of action, medically speaking.
But you know his condition won't improve,
even with treatment.
Yeah, the doctor in me knows that.
But I'm also a parent now.
How can I support a system that blocks a parent's right
to try absolutely everything to save their child?
If it were Luna, I would never accept that it was impossible.
Well, I guess that's why the UK system
has a committee of doctors to make that decision
so you don't have to.
Ollie is gone, but I can still help his parents.
You can't give them the legal right they don't have.
No, but I can move them somewhere they do.
I'm transferring Ollie to New Amsterdam.
BP's down to 80, systolic and dropping.
Back off the nitro drip.
It's causing the drop.
- BP is rising again. - Good.
Let's continue to make sure that...
Ah! My chest.
What's happening?
Should I re-up the nitro?
- Yes. - Oh, God!
- No, no! No. - Oh, God.
Dr. Walsh?
Get... get Dr. Bloom.
Hey, what's happening?
Patient is in excruciating chest pain,
but if I increase his IV nitro,
his BP crashes, which is against protocol.
- That's a tough call. - Yes, I know that.
- How can I help? - Stop being supportive.
Be Bloom and tell me what to do to keep this man alive.
I'd break protocol.
- You'd up the nitro? - Yeah.
I mean, the pain will go away,
and you can manage the pressure.
Up the nitro drip.
Good call, Dr. Walsh.
Outfoxed.
That's, like, such a bad catchphrase,
it's like ironically good, right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Are you stressed about Manhattanhenge?
Going out?
Yeah, you could say that.
I've been so alone for so long.
But with you, it'll be different.
We got each other's backs.
- Like in the game... - My name's Iggy.
Hi, Iggy.
- Is that short for... - Dr. Ignatius Frome, actually.
I work here at New Amsterdam Hospital.
What's going on right now?
I volunteer for a group that helps people
who have withdrawn from society.
And I hate that I lied to you.
I hate it. I hate it so much.
But it was the only way that I could reach you.
And the truth doesn't change how huge a deal it is
for you to even consider leaving your apartment.
Closing incisions on the uterus.
Ooh.
Get that little foot in there.
All right.
Okay, here we go.
Switching out canisters.
We're steady.
Hold it sideways.
There you go.
Move the uterus over.
Easy, easy.
- Gonna be there... - Clamping.
Closing abdominal wall over fetus two.
Hang tight in there, my friend.
- Hey, Max! Max, Max, Max. - Hey.
- Thank you. - That's great.
Steroid cream works fast.
No, no. I'm not just talking about the cream, Doc.
You heard me, and you helped me.
Now, that's who you are.
You care.
You might be the only guy at the top who does.
Yeah, I'm not at the top anymore.
But you're gonna be, right?
You're gonna fix this place.
Take out Veronica.
Boom. Back on top.
I tried.
Jerry, I tried everything I could.
I asked everyone I could for help,
and I couldn't fix it.
I can't even be a doctor anymore.
You're giving up?
I'm going home.
This will take you to the airport
where a plane is waiting.
Once you land at JFK, there'll be an ambulance there
waiting to transport Ollie directly to New Amsterdam.
Thank you, Dr. Sharpe, for everything.
- Just call me when you land. - We will.
Dr. Sharpe?
Stay back.
Move. Now.
This child is not permitted to leave the hospital, ma'am.
Excuse me?
And anyone helping to push him across
the threshold will be violating the law.
Let me be clear: under my medical advice,
the Gardams have transferred their son's care
- out of the country. - They can't do that.
Ollie Gardam is a British citizen
whose welfare is protected by the court.
And the court has determined, in accordance
with the National Institute of Health and Care Excellence's
guidelines, that artificially prolonging his life
would be unkind and inhumane.
Their decision stands.
By 10:00 a.m. tomorrow,
life support must be withdrawn.
Listen, this child's life has got nothing to do
- with the government! - Officers.
No. Stop! No, no.
Step aside, ma'am, or I'll be forced to arrest you.
- No! No! - Take him.
- Please stop! - We just want to help him!
Get off him! Get off him!
Stop!
You can see one little guy
there in your uterus, as you might expect.
And here is your other son.
He'll be there until you deliver.
Oh, my God. Is he safe?
He will continue to be nourished
through his umbilical cord.
And we're gonna monitor his development.
So far, he's doing great.
Already doing things his own way, huh?
Yeah.
Thank you both.
For everything.
It was my honor.
I'm actually gonna be a father myself.
I didn't know.
Yeah, I gotta get used to saying that out loud.
- You did the right thing. - Maybe.
Ethics aside, you're an awful liar.
You would have given it away two minutes after he met you.
Thanks, Gladys.
Are you ready for your next patient?
Or should we reschedule?
Uh, no, no, that's okay.
Send him in. Thank you.
Hi. Sorry to keep you waiting.
Um, how can I help?
You could tell me
if the Sword of Ra...
Is in the Zombie Castle.
It is...
but it's being guarded by the Globbet King.
A very fearsome foe.
Then I guess I'll need your help.
Grab a seat.
You thought you had to worry about me coming to New York.
I'm so sorry I didn't call.
How'd you know upping the nitro would work?
I didn't.
And if it had gone wrong, I would have had to accept
that I was the one who made that call.
Hmm. You know, I...
I thought I wanted to make those decisions.
But honestly, I'm...
I'm not sure I do.
Yeah, takes some time to get used to it.
Yeah.
Or maybe I don't want to be the boss.
- Walsh... - No, it's actually freeing
to consider... I mean...
You know, what I... what I do know is
I don't want to do it right now.
Will you take back the ED?
Okay, but...
if you decide that you do want to do it one day,
you're gonna be amazing at it.
Now go check on bay 11.
Was that a pep talk?
I don't know what's wrong with me.
I'm not sure. It might need a little salt.
Mmm-mmm-mmm. Woman, you can burn.
This short rib sauce almost has me speaking in tongues.
Sha-na-na-na-na-na! Mmm! Hallelujah!
Hi, Mama. Uh...
I didn't realize you had company.
Oh, Floyd.
Now, I know I raised you better than that.
- Deacon Earnest. - Floyd.
I was hoping I could talk to you.
- Uh, I think you need rolls... - You just stay put.
Floyd can speak freely.
We don't keep secrets in this household.
Ma, I... I...
want you to help me find my father.
You know, it feels a little light.
You wouldn't be ripping me off, would you?
Just when I thought you were out of money-drop bits.
Never. Makes this less weird.
I won't need to borrow money anymore.
I don't need a lawyer because I don't have a winnable case.
What? What happened?
I don't have a stable address which shows lack of,
well, stability, which I do lack.
I just got ahead of myself.
I need time to either...
Put down my address.
It's not just a place to receive paperwork.
My case worker said that there would be interviews
- and then random visits... - Well then, move back in.
For real.
What about your sobriety?
Your health.
You said I trigger you.
You did. But... I've changed.
I'm not who I was.
I can do this, okay?
Thank you.
I'm sorry, babe. That's...
Those parents. I can't imagine.
I wish you were here.
I could do with some of the old Max optimism.
I could use some of it too.
I lied to you.
A-about what?
Veronica.
I didn't vanquish anything.
She beat me at almost every turn, and now looks like...
She's won the war.
- But the federal case? - It's gone.
Slipped under the rug.
Hey-hey, ho-ho!
Listen, um...
I was thinking...
Hang on a second.
Hey-hey, ho-ho, Dr. Fuentes has to go!
Hey-hey, ho-ho,
Dr. Fuentes has to go!
Hey-hey!
Uh, who was supposed to prep the OR?
Don't look at me.
- Hey, hello? - Hello?
I need a hand. I'm, uh, out of TP over here.
Ah. Okay, hang on. I gotcha.
Shoot... hold on.
Okay.
Doctor, can you look at this?
- Where are the orderlies? - Don't know.
We've got a tumor resection in OR 2.
- I can't attend. - Why not?
We're out of clean scrubs.
Hey-hey, ho-ho, Dr. Fuentes has to go!
What in God's name could be so wrong
that we would cancel all surgeries?
That doesn't make any sense.
Maintenance is completely M.I.A.
Hang on.
So?
So the ED's going on diversion.
You're telling me that New Amsterdam
is shutting down because of janitors?
And orderlies, technicians, mechanics, groundskeepers,
plumbers, carpenters, security, electricians.
It really is quite the list, you know,
in terms of keeping a hospital running.
Karen, not now.
- I'm very busy. - Oh, I've heard.
And after the fourth member of the board phoned me,
I decided I better swing by and see it for myself.
And I must say, wow, was it worth the trip.
Okay, well, gloat if you must,
but can you please do it away from my office?
Because I need to fix this.
Fix this?
You lost your entire support staff!
Because of a stunt.
Another impetuous stunt!
No, to the largest single day walkout
in this country's history of public health.
And one that you're presiding over.
The board is scrambling, HCC is doing damage control,
but the fact remains: until these employees
come back, this hospital can't operate.
You're shut down from top to bottom.
And that has never happened before.
Maybe that's why they call them "essential workers."
What do you want me to do?
Hey-hey, ho-ho, Dr. Fuentes has to go!
Hey-hey, ho-ho,
Dr. Fuentes has to go!
Hey-hey, ho-ho...
I pretty sure the people are telling you
exactly what to do.
Hey-hey, ho-ho, Dr. Fuentes has to go!
Hey-hey, ho-ho,
Dr. Fuentes has to go!
Hey-hey, ho-ho, Dr. Fuentes has to go!
Hey-hey, ho-ho,
Dr. Fuentes has to go!
Dr. Goodwin!
Gary...
um, how did this happen?
You spent a lot of time helping us.
Time for us to help you.
Dr. Fuentes has to go!
Hey-hey, ho-ho, Dr. Fuentes has to go!
Hey-hey, ho-ho,
Dr. Fuentes has to go!
Hey-hey, ho-ho, Dr. Fuentes has to go!
Hey-hey, ho-ho,
Dr. Fuentes has to go!
Hey-hey, ho-ho, Dr. Fuentes has to go!
Hey-hey, ho-ho,
Dr. Fuentes has to go!
Hey-hey!
- Oh, my God! - Yes!
We did it, buddy! We actually did it, man.
To our fearless leader!
- To Max! - To Maximus!
This wasn't me.
This was everyone.
This was...
This was New Amsterdam.
Whoo-hoo!
Hey.
We got our hospital back.
Do we?
Yeah. What do you mean?
This revolution wasn't successful
because people hate Veronica.
It was successful because they love you.
We don't have our hospital back unless we have you too.
Do we?
*CREDITS*