New Amsterdam

Previously on "New Amsterdam"...

I love you.

They keep hammering on at you to open up,

but that has to go both ways.

And even though my body is telling me

to just let go and jump, I can't.

Not even for you.

I gave Chance everything.

I just wanted him to get better.

But it was never enough.

If you don't have to fight for it,

it's 'cause it's not worth it.

Leave a message after the tone.

Hey.

It's, uh, me.

I-- I miss you.

I can't get you out of my head.

It's, uh, it's very distracting.

Um...

We said things to each other that were just the beginning.

And we never quite, um--

anyway, now you're gone,

and it just feels like it's been forever.

And I really need...

I need to see you.

I need to talk to you.

I need to be with you

in all of the ways that I've been dreaming of.

And we're done.

All right. Easy enough.

Everything looks good, Dr. Goodwin.

Fantastic.

Thank you so much. - See you in six months.

Is everything okay?

Have you seen my wedding ring?

Sure haven't.

I need to see you.

I need to talk to you.

I need to be with you

in all of the ways that I've been dreaming of.

And this one's too tight.

Everything looks terrible on me.

Oh, stop that. You're just nervous.

Wonder why. It's only the beginning

of the rest of my whole life.

Hey. You've reached Max.

I can't take your call, so leave a message.

Hi. Um.

I very much enjoyed your message.

My flight's not till tomorrow, but, um...

I've been doing some fantasizing of my own.

Okay.

I'm ready. I think.

You can't be serious. - Oh, don't sound so surprised.

I was never gonna stay here forever.

But today? But today?

I'm gonna try and catch a standby flight.

But I wanted you to come back to Cambridge with me.

I know.

I've had a wonderful time.

But you're all set up in the halls.

You have an amazing dress.

And most importantly, you don't need me anymore.

I'm so proud of you.

You took me into your home.

You never gave up on me.

I don't know how to thank you.

You don't need to.

You don't need to. We're family.

And text me when you're at the airport, okay?

I will.

I just have one more stop to make.

Sorry I'm late, Mum.

Now that you're here, we can leave.

I made you some red-red.

No use spending hard-earned money on beetroot foam.

Well, let me do this for you, Mum.

It's a meal.

And it's really good to see you.

Glad you found time to fit me in.

Yeah, uh, Nina got into King's College

in Cambridge. It's been a busy week.

I wanted to help her get set up.

So, the truth comes out.

Mum, she is wonderful.

She's smart, she's driven,

and she is family.

And since I'm going back to New York,

I put you down as her emergency contact,

and I think that if you would just meet her--

Not on your life. - Mum.

You say no all the time.

No to London, no husband, no baby.

Why must I say yes?

But please, daughter, give me that other woman's grandchild.

We are blood.

And since Baba was kept away from me--

I didn't keep your father from you.

He cut off ties. He went home to Tehran

and found his ready-made Persian wife.

He abandoned us.

Okay, so now what?

Hmm? We abandon her?

You spent the past week

ignoring your own mother for that other family.

Turns out you're just like your baba.

Mum, how long have you had that cough?

A few weeks.

Or more.

You'd know if you ever rang.

Come on. We're gonna go, Mum.

Come on.

This is your old clinic.

Yes.

It's certainly seen better days.

Excuse me. Hi.

Hi, I was hoping to get my mum in today for some scans.

She's had a persistent cough, and today we found some blood.

We're booked solid, I'm afraid.

I could maybe get her in early next week.

This is why I never bother with doctors.

No, Mum, wait, wait.

Uh, sorry. Excuse me. My name is Dr. Helen Sharpe.

I used to volunteer here when I was in college.

I started behind the desk, just like you,

but this clinic is where I found my passion,

and now I'm pleading with you.

I need to make sure that my mum gets seen.

I can move things around.

Thank you. Thank you.

No, I don't want any special treatment.

I don't like my daughter pulling strings

just so we can jump the queue.

Mum, we are taking the opening

whether you like it or not. End of discussion.

Right this way. I'll take you back.

Thank you.

No, I don't need you to come with me.

I can do this all on my own.

Helen?

As I live and breathe.

Elinor.

I didn't know you were still here.

There's still work to do. What's your excuse?

No more New York?

My mum's sick. She's getting seen.

Can I just ask? Um...

This place-- what happened?

We started hemorrhaging staff due to Brexit.

And then we lost the funding we used to get from Cambridge,

and it all started to fall apart.

Last month, our medical director packed up and left.

Now we're fighting to hold on.

This place is too special to just--

Dr. Sharpe, can you join me?

It was good to see you, Elinor.

Oh, you too, love. - Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

I'm right here, Mum.

I'm not going anywhere.

So I just wanted you to see what we found today.

Run blood tests on Bay 26,

and let's send her up for a stress echo.

Why hasn't Bay 9 been discharged?

Because I possibly forgot. On it.

Hey, have you, uh, have you heard from Iggy?

Uh, no. Not in weeks. You?

Radio silence. I've been thinking about him.

But-- uh, what's up?

Nothing. Stupid. I lost my wedding ring.

Yikes. - Yeah.

But it's okay. No big deal.

I mean, it's not like it's worth

a ton of money or anything.

It's just a little silly ring, you know?

But it's gotta be in here somewhere.

Okay, who loses one shoe?

Well, where did you take it off?

I-- I don't take it off.

Not even at night? - No.

Well, what about to scrub in? - No.

Not even when you were dating that woman?

Never. Okay? I never take it off.

26-year-old. Tachy at 148.

100/56, respiratory rate 14 from an abdominal stab wound.

From Excalibur? - Cosplay gone horribly wrong.

Oh, that's a ton of blood for a wound in that area.

Let's page Reynolds now. Trauma one.

Gauze.

Gauze. Gauze. Gauze.

Damn it, keep them coming.

The puncture's bad, but it shouldn't cause

loss of consciousness.

Dr. Bloom, look at this.

Negative P waves?

And negative QRS, and T waves, plus low voltage?

What the hell?

Dextrocardia.

Her heart's on the wrong side of her chest.

Boy, do I have a great case for you.