Previously on "New Amsterdam"...
I can... I can't be who I want to be
with you.
I think I might have to crash here.
Yeah, sure thing, sis.
You're sober, Lauren.
You can't handle that kind of temptation.
What I can't handle is guilt, okay?
She's a mess because I left her there with my mother.
You went from Norman Rockwell to screaming.
Could've gone to jail.
No, we're not goin' fishing. we're going home.
You've been pestering me for months!
It sounds like a textbook example
of someone with bipolar disorder.
Friends.
Move, move, move, move, move, move.
Clear a path!
Hey, you get Max's page?
You only got one?
- What do three 911s mean? - Can't be anything good.
Oh, excuse me, excuse me, coming through!
- Did he page everyone? - Yes, this must be bad.
- Make a damn hole! - Move aside, please.
Move. Move. Move.
Max, what's wrong?
- What's the emergency? - What is it?
Is everything okay with the hospital?
Is it a mass casualty?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Tell me Veronica's not back. - Hold on.
Just take a seat. All right?
Come on in. Why don't you take a breath?
In fact, why don't we all take a nice, deep breath with me?
Ready? In...
And out.
There we go. Doesn't that feel better?
Yeah? Okay, now that we are
nice and relaxed, I have some bad news.
You are all in critical condition.
What... what does that mean, exactly?
Well, it means that morale for doctors
is at an all-time low.
You gotta be kiddin' me, Max.
Uh, not kidding.
Burnout and turnover are at an all-time high,
and if it continues at this pace,
we're not gonna have enough staff to keep the doors open.
Yeah, you made this sound like it was a real emergency.
This is a real emergency.
Your hours are too long. Your downtime is too short,
and you don't have the mental space
to take care of yourselves.
And if you can't do that,
how are you gonna take care of your patients?
I got some surgeries to attend to.
Well, actually, you don't, because I took the liberty
of clearing your entire schedule.
In fact, nobody in this room
has anything urgent to do today,
because today, your one and only patient is you.
I hope everyone gets as excited as Dr. Lauren Bloom here.
Yes, question. Elizabeth?
- "No." - Okay, not really a question,
but, uh, the answer is yes.
We are all going to prioritize the health issues
that we have been putting off,
because we're either too busy or too tired.
- Now say it with me. - Please don't.
We can do it. Ready?
Doctors, heal thyself!
Oh, God.
Ooh.
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Ooh, I think the New Amsterdam newsletter
has found its centerfold.
Pretty sure you're not allowed to say stuff
- like that anymore. - Yeah.
Let me.
This latest Max plan is such a ridiculous waste of time.
Suck it up. I just got my first
mammogram in three years.
It had been weighing on my mind,
but I had no time to do anything about it.
- And? - I'm in perfect health,
and you'll be too.
What?
If this is a bit, it's not funny.
You... you have a short PR interval and a delta wave
at onset of the QRS complex.
Are you suggesting pre-excitation syndrome?
No, I am saying it flat-out.
You have Wolf-Parkinson-White Syndrome.
I'm fitting you in for a catheter ablation at 4:00.
Nah.
Floyd, you know the risks of a re-entrant tachycardia.
What I do know is that they're not as immediate
as the risk posed to my five patients I had scheduled today.
Now, I did my part for Max's stupid plan.
I'm gonna go tend to them.
I'll deal with this on my next day off.
Oh, when is that?
Yeah, I'll see you at 4:00, hot stuff.
So it's so nice to finally meet you
in the flesh, Ronel, you know?
Not that our emoji-ladened chats on the app
haven't been fun.
Cowboy hat, cowboy hat, fireworks.
Uh, spaceship, pretzel, sunglasses.
You've always been so busy, and now you're suddenly free?
- Yeah. - Did you get fired?
No, no... not that I know of, anyway.
No, no, I'm as shocked as you are.
You know, my boss he, uh...
he insisted that all of us take a health day...
you know, out of the blue.
Initially, I was really resentful,
but then I realized that, like, it had been so long
since I had actual human-to-human contact
outside of work that
I thought this was the most healthy thing I could do.
So you wanna hit it?
What... do I wanna hit it?
Uh...
Yeah, I mean, I'd love... I'd love to hit it.
But you know, I heard that this place
has a wonderful tarte Tatin
that's apparently somethin' else.
It's nothing compared to what I'd like to give you.
Doctor's orders, right?
'Scuse me.
Check, please.
I... so, sorry...
so, so sorry.
Okay, spoiler alert.
This one is going to be clean as a whistle.
I mean pristine.
You seem real proud of this sample.
Oh, I am, yeah.
You have any idea how hard it is staying sober,
- living with my sister? - Can't say I do.
Well, she wakes up to tequila shots.
Yeah, her apartment is like one big pharmacy.
Essentially, the whole thing is, like,
one big trigger for me.
BP's good. Now let's check your weight.
I guess I'd be lying if I said it hadn't
tested my sobriety, but she needs me, you know?
- Mm-hmm. - What does it cost me, right...
to finally be there for her?
It looks like you lost five pounds.
Oh.
Why, thank you, doctor.
You need to stop taking your Adderall.
I'm sorry, what?
You're underweight, and the protocol is clear.
So I can't refill your prescription,
and you'll have to hand over any pills you have.
So you just want me to quit cold turkey?
I'm just following the protocols.
Yeah, but you're not gonna hold me to that.
You know that this is a class of medication
that makes it harder to maintain weight,
and yours is dangerously low.
You know, if I don't get my meds...
you know what happens.
My hands are tied here.
I get irritable, anxious, distracted.
- I can't focus. - Lauren...
the bottle.
I run an emergency department.
I mean, I can't do that
if I, myself, am in a state of emergency.
Look, come back at the end of the week
for another weigh-in.
If you put on the weight,
I'm happy to give you your pills back.
Okay.
Just take the rest of the week off.
I'm perfectly capable of running the E.D.
- if you recall. - Actually, as I recall,
- you needed me to do it. - Wow, already,
the moodiness is upon us. That was fast.
No, it's just a couple of pounds.
I mean, I'm gonna have it handled by lunchtime,
'cause I got a plan... right there.
See?
- All right, let's do this! - I've never been so inspired.
- What do we got? - Displaced patient,
32 weeks gestation and contracting.
Uh, why didn't we send her up to the OB?
I did. They sent her back... no room.
Oh, the cafeteria served the eggplant parm again?
Like clockwork. Every time, we get flooded
- with patients in labor. - The ergots are gonna get ya.
Hi, Aria. I'm Dr. Bloom.
So your contractions are what we call Braxton-Hicks.
It's actually fake labor,
but it's nothing to stress over.
My husband's in Cleveland. Should he fly back?
No, no. There is no need
to disrupt his day, okay?
What you need is rest and peace.
So I'm just gonna move you to a quieter part of the E.D.
where you can relax, okay?
I'll be right back to check on you in just a moment.
All right, who's got grub?
I was gonna eat that one.
With that, ladies and gentlemen,
we coast right into aggression.
Closed for the day, good.
Closed.
Closed, excellent.
Closed. Great.
Oh, hey.
Sorry to micromanage. I'm just, uh, goin' around,
checkin' in to see how people
are doing with today's mandate, so...
- "Me? - Oh, well, uh, you know,
"I just took a power nap.
That was... wow. Best five minutes of my day."
Huh, yeah, naps are good, but I was kind of looking
for more of a designated, real self-care day...
you know, appointments and procedures,
that kind of thing. Is there anything you've been
letting fall by the wayside?
- Mm-mm. - "Nope."
Come on. Surely there's something.
- What? - Uh...
"Uh," what? What?
What was that? That was something.
That's "Him... him. Tell... tell him."
That means, "Tell him." I know what that means.
Tell me.
What?
_
He's right.
- Okay. - "I need surgery.
But it's really not a big deal."
Mm.
Uh, but see the thing is, surgery is kind of a big deal,
because it's surgery. So what is it?
I have...
"I have carpal tunnel syndrome."
Well... well, that's fixable, right?
"Yes, sure. Uh, physical therapy,
"acupuncture, icing your wrists twice a day,
"steroid shots and all that. It did not work.
Now surgery is the only option."
Well, uh, so you... you get it.
"It is my hands, Max.
"Even if everything goes perfectly,
I wouldn't be able to use my hands for weeks."
- Well, but you... - Stay!
Just...
Ignatius,
you look positively trounced,
though, not necessarily in a bad way.
Hello, Dorian. It's nice to see you.
You know, you would think that being a psychiatrist,
you would know a little more about tact...
you know, especially after practicing
for what, 900 years now?
Ouch.
I'm sorry.
Dorian. Dorian, I'm sorry.
Hey, I just... it's just...
it's us.
- Psychiatrists? - No, gay people.
- Why is our culture like this? - I completely agree.
I say this Gaga person is no Streisand,
and I don't care who knows.
I am talking about our obsession with sex, Dorian.
You know on some of these dating apps,
they don't even want a picture of your face?
- That's awful. - Yeah!
What did you say the name of that one was?
Of course, gosh. It's dehumanizing, you know?
The last time I was in the dating pool,
which was pre-internet, you had to talk to someone
before you just took 'em home.
Yes, that's what gay clubs have all been famous for...
- talking. - Look, I'm just saying
that I was shocked at how bad it is out there.
That's all.
In my day, the best I could hope for
was a furtive meeting in a park,
while keeping my fingers crossed that no vice cops
- were watching. - Right.
Talking wasn't exactly at a premium then either.
But what this sounds like, to my experienced ears,
is a guy complaining after a bad date.
No, no, wrong, completely.
Yeah, okay, I mean, yes, I had a date.
I did have a date, but it wasn't bad.
It wasn't bad at all. It was just, you know, off.
He didn't want to have sex with you.
Um, in fact, he did, Rylance, thank you very much.
But it wasn't that. It was his approach, you know?
It was his, um... it was his directness.
He didn't really wanna get to know me,
and it, uh, it just threw off my game.
- That's all. - You couldn't get an erection.
Oh...
man, come on. Hey.
Yes, yes, I couldn't get an erection.
The last thing you need is to treat this issue with silence.
Oh, just because I don't want my entire department
to know that I couldn't get it up,
doesn't mean I don't wanna deal with it.
Iggy, you just asked me to agree with your rant
about gay culture, thus, validating the notion
that your erectile dysfunction is everyone else's fault.
But I won't, and it isn't.
If you're experiencing E.D., Iggy, that's about you.
What's going on?
I couldn't help but notice you reassigned your surgeries
back to yourself, so I took the liberty
of re-reassigning them back to other surgeons.
I'm the chair.
You need approval to do that.
- Yeah, she got approval. - What the hell?
Do you remember that little speech I gave
about three hours ago about doctors
taking care of themselves? That wasn't just advice.
That was actually an order that you're apparently ignoring.
So we have decided to take matters into our own hands,
and we're gonna take care of that Wolf-Parkinson-White Syndrome.
- Max... - Oh, I have an opening right now.
You're in good hands, my friend.
I never liked you... either of you.
- I am fine with that. - I think he's excited.
Yeah, I think he is.
I'm just saying five pounds is a lot to put on in one day.
I've got science on my side.
I've got an extra-large vegan, veggie,
double meatless chicken pie.
Need our ooey-gooey garlic cheese dipping sauce?
Ha, more than you even know.
Uh, okay...
- What, did you skip breakfast? - Watch it, pal.
I've got a bunch of scalpels back there.
All right, keep the change.
Thank you.
Okay, time to pack on the pounds.
I've got a male, 30s,
complaining of stomach pains and vomiting blood.
Or not.
Right, yeah,
okay, that sounds like a stomach ulcer.
Stomach ulcer? No, that can't happen.
I'm supposed to work a double tonight.
I'm afraid Red Papayas is gonna have to make do without you.
We need to perform an emergency endoscopy.
Let's get him in the procedure room.
Okay, I need two large-bore IVs,
normal saline, wide open.
Start a propofol drip, and let's... oh, shoot,
uh, just a sec.
Hi, Aria, how are you feeling?
- Much better, thank you. - Oh, great, 'cause we need
to move you to a quieter part of the hospital, okay?
- Oh. - You're gonna love it.
Oh, okay.
All right, let's do this.
I can't see a thing.
Okay. Irrigating...
That ulcer's gotta be in here, somewhere.
Come out. Come out wherever you are.
Try deeper in the antrum.
Okay,
getting closer.
There, three o'clock.
Whoa, ulcer eroded into the artery.
It's a real pumper.
I... I can't see anything.
BP's dropping. You gotta zap it.
- No, Walsh, just... - You gotta zap it now!
Those are the exact coordinates.
- Now! - Just zoom in.
D... on the monitor! G... just...
Use fully thought-out sentences!
Fully thought-out.
Switching to cautery mode.
You got it.
That was a close one.
Try salty food.
You really need to get back on your meds.
Oh, um, hello.
Dr. Yamadi.
"Dr. Yamadi, I'm so sorry to keep you waiting.
Give me just a moment, please."
"So tell me about your cancer.
When were you diagnosed?"
I'm fine. I'm here to see you.
Carpal tunnel, right?
"A hand surgeon?"
Well, not just any hand surgeon...
the best hand surgeon in Manhattan just for you.
"Oh, just for me? Oh, well, thank you,
- wonderful." - I know that you're worried
about taking care of your patients, all right?
But by getting this surgery,
you are taking care of your patients.
And Yamadi is so good
that you'll be performing surgery again in no time.
"You have overstepped, Max."
All right, how much pain are you in right now?
Scale of one to ten...
How much discomfort
in your wrists?
- "Six." - What does that really mean?
- Eight. - "Eight."
And today was your clinic day,
which means no surgeries.
So how bad is it when you operate?
Elizabeth.
You can tell me it's none of my business.
And as a friend, you'd be right,
but I am also the medical director.
And as a surgeon, your hands are your gift.
What would you say
to a patient who was ignoring this kind of pain?
"Yes, Max, my hands
are my career. But..."
"They're also my way of connecting with the world."
"Surgery means I won't be able to communicate for weeks."
"No ASL,
"no writing, no texting..."
"Not being able to take care of myself,
and not being able to say what I need."
"It's not recovery.
Max, you would be putting me in a prison."
Oh, wonderful news.
I have high blood pressure, and now I'm very anxious.
Oh, uh, take an ACE inhibitor and call Dr. Frome.
My CAT scan was inconclusive,
so I'm gonna need another day off for a follow-up.
You got it.
What?
There's a reason I don't pick up
my meds from the pharmacy.
They remind me I'm sick.
Why can't I live in denial like my patients?
Guess who did what you said
and got their ADHD meds confiscated.
- Why? - Doesn't matter.
What does matter is you were right.
Taking care of yourself feels great!
Ah.
Have you been pleasuring yourself?
Uh, the correct medical terminology nowadays
- is... is non-partnered sex. - Of course.
Thank you.
So have you been whacking it?
Ugh, Dorian, come on.
Yeah, yes, yeah.
And you and your husband's sex life?
My soon-to-be ex-husband and I had a very good sex life.
Happy to hear it, because it allows me
to state with confidence that your problem isn't physical.
Well, good. That's a relief.
You already knew it wasn't, or you would've prescribed
yourself Viagra.
Your block is psychological, emotional.
So get emoting.
What's this about?
Okay, um,
okay.
Yeah, um, um, today was, um, I tell you, would've been
the first time I had sex with somebody since Martin,
which is a big deal, you know?
In the heat of the moment, with this beautiful guy,
I, uh, I didn't feel turned on.
I didn't feel...
you know, I didn't feel charged. I felt...
I felt guilty.
You know, 'cause there we are about to do it.
We're gonna have sex, and we're gonna share this,
like, sacred space, and uh,
that was me destroying the final thread of connection
- between Martin and I... - No.
I'm sorry, what?
Not buying it.
You don't get to say that to me, all right?
Your sex life wasn't a sacred space when you were signing up
for no-face dating apps.
Whatever caused your E.D.,
it's not your ex-husband.
Try again...
this time with honesty, please.
Please set the gain at 200 microvolts per centimeter.
You know...
I might set the gain to 100 microvolts.
It's more sensitive. I don't wanna miss anything.
Set the gain at 100, please.
Set. Let's start with the radio frequency ablation
of the macro-reentrant right atrial pathway.
Yo, hold on, hold on.
You're gonna approach the main bypass track from the right?
The left's atrial pathway might be easier.
You think we should approach from the left?
Yes. You know what? As a matter of fact, just, uh...
can someone grab me a laptop
and just put it here, bedside?
- A laptop? - Yeah, put it right here.
I could probably just do it myself.
You can do it yourself?
I just... all I need is my right hand.
Oh, okay, great.
Hey. Diana, where you goin'?
Okay, I'll shut up.
Can I, uh, talk to you... talk to you for a minute?
"Sorry, I'm busy. I can't talk right now."
Yeah, I found a lump in my neck,
making breakfast for Luna this morning,
and, uh, it wasn't there, and then suddenly...
It was,
and, uh, I'm walking Luna to school,
and I'm thinking, you know, Georgia is gone,
and now, Helen is gone, and then what if in a year...
What if I'm gone,
and I just leave Luna...
alone?
Max...
It almost, uh, killed me
the first time... the chemo and the radiation.
I got through it, but what if I don't next time?
I guess that's why I'm pushing everyone...
pushing you so hard,
'cause you can't push off what your body needs,
not till tomorrow or next week.
It's just today.
So anyway, I got an MRI when I first got here.
"When do you get your results?"
Oh, later this afternoon. Would you take a look?
"I don't think I can."
Why not?
"I'll be in surgery."
"For my wrists."
Mm.
Nurse Parker, ER. Nurse Parker, ER.
Wow, trying to get into
the "Guinness Book of World Records"?
You know, the key is dipping that into water first.
Did I call for a consult?
School bus jumped a curb. We're about to get flooded
with a whole lot of bumps and bruises, which means
your disgusting gorge-fest is gonna have to wait.
Fine.
Do I have something in my teeth?
Funny.
I need a portable chest, bay 30!
I got multiple head lacerations
and possible concussion in 27.
Okay, let's order a CT scan.
- Which? - Both.
Bus driver hit the windshield.
- Is he critical? - Vitals stable.
Okay, let's get him to Trauma One.
Okay, um, I need an air splint for the soccer coach, bay 25!
- My son, Jabari... - Yes, yeah, I've seen him.
He's fine. He's in Bay 5
with a broken wrist and really dark sense of humor.
- Huxley. - I'll take you.
Uh, all right, let's fix this broken pinky.
All right, okay, on three.
- One, two... - Wait.
- Is it gonna hurt? - Not at all, okay?
On three.
But wait...
I'm scared.
Arlette, I need help over here!
Bay 24!
We all get scared, but we can't go through life with a pinky
shaped like a bendy straw, can we?
- Okay. - Okay.
On three. One, two...
Brunstetter, splint!
See? Easy-peasy.
Kid with LLC?
All right, I need two IVs
- and a portable chest. - I paged surgery.
Okay, now page every other department.
Right. Hey, how you feelin'?
Yeah, I'm a little hungry. Go.
What's happening to me?
You're about to have a baby.
Hey, can we get some help over there?
Busy!
I don't know what you want me to tell you.
The truth.
How hard is that?
Not the first time you've heard that today, one suspects.
Oh, man, my marriage of 15 years is ending,
and I don't think it's that ridiculous to suggest
that maybe that's the root of my problem.
Tell me about your date.
Um, I did already.
Not the boudoir.
The date.
All right, all right.
So he was hot.
You know, way out of my league.
That's not me being self-deprecating.
That's just the facts, all right?
Objectively speaking,
he was like if Apollo walked off of Mount Olympus.
You know, but our profiles matched up on the app,
and, uh, I didn't pursue it at first,
because I thought it was too far-fetched.
But then he beeped me.
Is that a euphemism?
Is that a what?
No, he beeped... if you like someone's profile
on the app, you beep them.
You p... you ping them.
Do you understand what I'm talking about?
Anyway, he set it up. He reached out,
and, uh, and then he propositioned me
before we even got dessert.
Essentially, it was the easiest date
of all time. You know, all I had to do
- was just say yes. - Hmm.
Sounds familiar.
Oh, is that your usual?
Must be nice to be so popular.
It's familiar, because it's extremely
reminiscent of your first date with someone else.
Martin?
Isn't that your origin myth?
Staggeringly handsome Martin swoops down on dear, sweet Iggy
at the bar and picks him right up.
The location's different, but the dynamics...
exactly the same.
Moments ago, you said your marriage of 15 years is ending.
Now, that is a sentence without a subject, but this divorce
didn't just happen.
Your relationship is ending
because someone decided to end it.
Which of you was it?
Me.
Damn right.
You felt so strongly it was over
that you upended your entire life,
and then for your first post-Martin intimacy,
you chose a man who replicated every part
of the relationship you just left.
Your impotence wasn't your body failing.
It was your body giving you a warning.
This is not what you want.
Why did you end you marriage?
Because I couldn't be who I wanted to be.
Well, marvelous news...
now you can.
The question is who do you wanna be?
I was out of line, and I apologize.
Keep going.
I have a hard time giving up control, and...
I'm sorry.
Uh...
Guess who's behind the wheel when I'm in a car.
At a barbecue, guess who's at the grill.
I think it all comes down to...
my dad leaving when I was a kid.
I mean, you know how it goes. Everyone said,
"You gon' be the man of the house now."
I guess I took that to heart,
and, uh,
I never let it go.
So you didn't have a mother?
Yeah, uh, yeah, I had a mother.
Was this mother not capable of running the household?
Well?
Answer the woman.
Yeah, uh, yeah.
I guess she... she was capable...
is... is very capable.
She's a force of nature.
So you're telling me that your mother was a competent,
highly intelligent woman who knew how to do
what she needed to do.
Okay, you know what? Just knock me out, please,
for the sake of everyone.
You're doing great, Aria. You're doing great.
Baby's heart rate's dropping, another decel.
Okay, the umbilical cord is wrapped around the baby's neck.
- What? - Hold on, hold on,
- hold on, Aria. - No, no, no!
Aria, I can fix it! Aria, Aria, Aria,
you have to trust me right now, okay?
I can fix it, okay?
Okay, okay, come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
Okay, almost got it. Almost got it.
Damn.
What does that mean?
Okay, I thought I had it, but I can't unwrap the cord.
Another decel.
Fetal scalp blood pH 6.8.
Okay, page OB stat.
Tourniquet inflation is effective.
Give me the status of the distal edge of the TCL.
Thank you.
For what?
For changing her mind about the procedure.
Not a lot of people can do that with Elizabeth.
Uh...
no, actually, no one can do that with Elizabeth...
except for you.
_
As you can see, there's definitely a mass,
and we can't say whether or not it's cancerous without a biopsy.
Of course.
So I suggest we don't drag our heels.
I'd like to get some tissue to the pathologist today,
then based on his findings...
Where the hell is OB?
Emergency C-section on L and D... at least an hour away.
Okay, okay, okay, okay.
Okay, there's the... there's the scalp.
There's the scalp. There's the scalp.
Ah!
Okay, right down from the ear,
right down from the ear.
Okay, there's the cord. There's the cord.
Gently over the scalp.
Come on! Come on.
Okay, okay, I got it, I got it.
Oh, the baby, the baby, the baby, no!
Aria, Aria, Aria, your baby is crowning!
Okay, Aria, I need you to look at me.
Aria, Aria!
Bring your focus to your breath, okay?
Okay, I got you. I got you, I got you.
Breathe with me. Come on, Aria,
that's it, that's it. Breathe.
Breathe. That's it. Breathe.
On the next breath, I want you to push, okay?
Okay, I need you to push.
Okay, and push.
Aria!
Aria, your baby's right shoulder is out.
I need you to give me one more push.
Come on! Come on, Aria!
You got this!
Okay, you did it, Aria. You did it.
Hi.
You did it, Aria.
She's perfect.
Hey.
Are you new?
I usually know everybody in my O.R.
It wasn't your O.R. though, was it?
Hmm, touché.
I started here last week.
- How do you like it? - Dr. Reynolds,
I have worked on four continents,
in six countries and 27 different cities,
and I can say without a doubt
that you are the worst patient I've ever encountered.
And Dr. Flores, she's literally drinking in a bar right now
because of you.
Hey, what'd you say your name was?
I didn't.
Hm.
Okay, get your prescription pad.
Meet me by the scales.
- It's been 12 hours. - Get it.
Okay.
- Wow. - Told you.
You actually lost a pound.
No, that's not possible. No, I... I gained at least
five pounds... what? No, that's impossible!
I mean, I... I housed, like, two orders of egg rolls.
I mean, I crushed the stuffed-crust pizza,
a bear claw. I mean, how have I not gained
any weight?
Wha... I raced around all day today
searching for high-calorie food.
I mean, I even skipped a bathroom break,
so I could run across to third for poutine.
There's gotta be some kind of mistake with this thing.
Well, check your phone
and see how many steps you walked.
25,201.
Well, that's about 18 miles.
Come back next week.
Are you okay?
Actually, I am.
You wanna try going more than a week?
Yeah.
Yeah, I think I do.
Yeah, who knows?
Maybe you don't need them anymore.
Waiting for a call?
Uh, something like that.
How can I help?
Oh, yeah, uh, I just popped by because I wanted to tell you
that today was quite possibly the most mortifying day
of the last 40 years of my life.
Heard that from some of the other department heads.
Yeah, yeah, I bet you did.
Yeah, I can't speak for them.
I can only speak from my experience.
But, uh, your little experiment felt embarrassing.
It was humiliating. It was painfully awkward,
and I can't begin to thank you enough.
Y... sorry, really?
Yeah, really.
Thanks to you, I was, uh, I was forced to look inward,
and I had a breakthrough.
- You did? - I did...
one that I needed more than I could've ever have known.
- There you go! - Yeah.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I am off to have consensual sex
with a stranger of my choosing.
Uh, I think that's great.
Heal thyself, Max.
Heal thyself.
Dr. Gellar.
Yeah, no, no. I can talk.
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You want?
Thank you.
How's your throat?
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