New Amsterdam

Is that normal?

- Okay, what does that mean? - What does what mean?

You're sure, Doctor?

Okay.

- Thank you, Suzanne. - What did she say?

A lot of things.

Okay, like...?

The placenta previa resolved.

- It resolved? - It corrected itself.

It corrected itself?

I can have a natural childbirth.

You don't have to repeat that part.

- This is amazing. - (LAUGHING)

Oh, my goodness, the baby.

Sorry, I just... we're gonna have a birth right now.

- There's more. - There's more?

I am no longer chained to that hateful bed.

Hate that bed. I think we should celebrate.

I think we should rent a boat on the Hudson.

I think we should go skiing in the Alps.

I think we should just hike a mountain.

Or we could just go for dinner.

Yeah.

Well, then would you maybe...

join me for dinner tonight?

Are you asking me on a date, Max Goodwin?

Yes, I am, Georgia Goodwin.

No, um...

Crap, I can't.

I have the fund-raiser for the hospital.

Ouch.

- Your favorite. - Hmm.

This weekend?

Maybe?

This weekend.

Definitely.

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- You're in a good mood. - It's a good news kind of day.

Let me guess...

getting ready for tonight's schmooze-fest.

Georgia's off bed rest. The baby is healthy.

We are gonna start dating again.

I know the order of that's a little weird,

but, uh, I'm excited.

You... you still haven't told her.

You know, it just...

it wasn't the right moment.

There's never a right moment

to tell someone you have cancer.

Just tell them.

Can't she just have one day without worrying about someone?

About me, about the baby?

Just one day.

You swore that you would tell her

once she was out of the woods.

She's out.

I can't tell her today.

You know why?

'Cause it's "a good news kind of day."

Took the words right out of my mouth.

Yeah, my parents... they're not even coming

to see me or the kids.

They just happen to be in town for their annual binge

of Broadway musicals that I will never be able to afford.

Waitress, right orchestra.

But you invited them for the fund-raiser.

I did, yeah.

Yeah, I mean, my... my oldest, Sameera, has no idea

there's any tension... as it should be...

and she just, like, loves my parents, you know?

And I guess...

I want them to love her, too, and her brothers.

You know, when we first brought them back

from Bangladesh, they just happened

to be in town again for "Hamilton"...

center orchestra.

Thank you very much, Pop.

- But I've gotten over that. - Clearly.

You know, then we rode the paddleboats

- in Central Park. - The ones shaped like swans?

Yeah, exactly those ones.

And now Sameera is obsessed with swans.

She even learned how to make

those little swan napkins for them.

Hey, uh, she can make you one tonight, if you ask her.

Oh.

- Uh, not this year, my friend. - Really? Why?

Last year you said you wished you'd gone.

I'm not ready.

Okay, I understand.

In that case, you should really consider giving

those tickets to somebody, 'cause some of your residents

would just kill to be at that thing.

- That's not a bad idea. - I know, thank you.

Okay, that's it.

I'll send you my bill.

Whoa, whoa, Nelly!

I mean, uh, I prefer coffee.

It's hMG.

Wow.

- So you're, uh... - Trying, yes.

Have you already picked out a donor?

Follow-up question... is he ripped?

Hardly.

I'm just trying to trick my stupid body

into producing eggs.

Well...

I'm really proud of you,

you know...

for trying.

Can you believe that I'm considered geriatric?

You want a hand with that?

I mean, 'cause you're so old and all.

Thank you.

Oh, bonjour from Pan de Vie.

You can just, um, swipe.

Bonjour from Pain de Vie.

"Bonjour"?

It's a new thing they're making us say.

It's so dorky. (CHUCKLES)

- Uh, you want your usual? - Yeah.

Okay.

- Ella. - Oui?

The hospital fund-raiser is this evening,

and I have two tickets.

Oh, wow, uh...

I thought if you wished to go...

Yeah, uh, that would be really nice.

- Thank you. - No, no.

I'll meet you in the lobby when I get off.

Bonjour from Pain de Vie.

- (STAMMERING) - Two tall cappuccinos.

You can swipe.

I can't believe you're actually going

to this thing tonight.

All it's gonna be is stuffy donors

acting stuffy and boring.

- Did I mention the full bar? - Oh, I'm so jealous.

I don't think you fully grasp what just happened.

- What'd you bring us? - Car crash.

Dan Marken, 66-year-old male.

Stable vitals with an arm laceration.

Christopher Marken, VSS.

42 years old with single-leg crush injury.

Okay, put them in bays 29 and 30.

I was trying to save our lives.

- Car made a crazy left. - You made a crazy right.

There's no such thing as a crazy right.

You're not crossing traffic lines.

It's not my fault no one uses their blinkers anymore.

- No, it's your fault... - Looks like you're gonna have

- as much fun as I am tonight. - I hate you.

Damn it.

Slow down.

I'm on the Code Team.

Rules are rules. Empty your pockets.

- Phones, pagers... - Someone is dying in there.

He's over here.

Guy just dropped like a sack of potatoes.

- Status, Hedera? - Manny Harris.

Shallow to no breathing. No pulse.

Chest compression for three minutes.

- Paddles. - (PADDLES WHIRRING)

Charge to 200.

Clear.

Going again.

Clear.

He's back.

It's faint, but he's back.

Did he complain about anything before he collapsed?

No.

Hey, Jeffers, did he say anything to you?

No, nothing.

Across, under, and through.

Always been more of a scrubs and sneakers kind of guy.

Well, listen, Max, I need to talk to you about tonight.

I think I have all the salient details.

Schmooze donors, get money, uh, hospital keeps running.

So this whole evening is about you.

You're the face of this hospital now,

and the donors are gonna look to you

to see that you have plans for fiscal responsibility.

So you need to assure them

that this hospital is a good investment.

Fiscal thing is really not my strong suit.

I prefer to talk about the patients.

And does that work?

Not really, no.

How in God's name did you ever raise money in Chinatown?

I had a secret weapon.

Really?

Well, dust it off, kid, because you're gonna need it tonight.

I'll do my best.

Let me put this to you

a different way, Max.

Our last medical director raised...

$3.4 million on his first fund-raiser.

Big shoes.

And we fired him.

Hey.