New Amsterdam

Previously on New Amsterdam. His name was Muhammad.

He asked me to marry him.

Broke up? Brain aneurysm.

I still miss him.

I told you about the songs I'm writing,

well, I'd love to make a demo.

I was wondering if you could...

Give you money?

Don't think it's a good idea.

I have plans with Ella.

Ella? Thanks for introducing us.

I've been taking a little bit more Adderall than prescribed.

I think that I need to report an impaired physician.

Don't forget to go over the rib.

The vein, the artery, and the nerve run under, okay?

What you got?

EMS notification, diabetic coma on the way.

Ooh, sounds interesting.

I thought you had a VIP patient?

Ah, that's after my shift. I've got time to take one more.

Of course you do.

Allison Medrano, 68-year-old fishing boat captain

with Type II diabetes.

Rescued by Coast Guard, unconscious.

Finger stick blood sugar, 745.

She's received ten units sub q times four,

but she's still unresponsive.

Found these in her pocket.

Diabetes meds prescribed by a Dr. Jessica Medrano.

She's a primary care doctor here.

This could be her mom.

Let's page Max and Dr. Medrano,

and let's get her into Trauma One.

What are you doing?

Do you see that man?

He's my son.

And you hiding all the way over here because...

If you believe two people are together

for the wrong reason, it's your responsibility to...

Oh, no, no. See... no, no, nope, nope.

I'm gonna stop you right there.

See, as a rule, I don't do family drama.

So, if you wanna talk about that,

I recommend you talk to Iggy.

Iggy is busy all day, and there is no family drama.

Then why are you hiding?

Because I need to see if my son is...

No, no. No family drama, man.

Look, my only advice for you:

Stay out of your boy's dating life.

Hey, you want a coffee, Vijay? Ooh.

Blood PH of 7.19.

Blood sugar still over 700.

Injecting ten more units of insulin.

Mom. Hey.

Can I get some water?

Absolutely. Uh, Casey?

On it.

Ms. Medrano, you're at New Amsterdam Hospital,

and I will be happy to answer any questions you might have.

Where's my boat?

Except for that one.

I... I don't know what that means.

She's captain of a fishing boat.

Seriously?

What, you expecting a peg leg and a parrot?

No, but, uh, that'd be cool.

I just didn't realize there were any of you left

in New York City.

There's not. Industry moved on; She didn't.

Huh.

Fishing boat captain in New York City,

that... that's a throwback.

What an interesting job. Mm-hmm.

Excuse me.

He does that sometimes.

Nourishment Consultant, Media Distribution Officer,

pneumatic tube repair?

What do these people even do?

Aren't you the Medical Director?

Aren't you supposed to know?

Oh.

Hello.

Has anyone here ever met a Chiropodist?

Of course you haven't, because they don't exist.

But 100 years ago, there was a whole department

full of 'em cutting people's toenails.

But the field evolved and Chiropody was

absorbed into Podiatry.

Chiropodists became obsolete.

Why are we talking about Chiropodists?

Because you're firing us?

No.

We're talking about Chiropodists not just because

it's a really fun word to say, but because I'm willing to bet

that right here, at New Amsterdam,

there are people here whose jobs

are obsolete, bogus, wasted.

Jobs that aren't really jobs at all.

But just because your job is obsolete,

doesn't mean you are.

Wait, are you firing us? No.

I wanna find people whose talents are being wasted

and give them meaningful work.

I wanna give them jobs that matter.

Every time a patient walks out our doors,

our people should feel like they contributed to

that patient's success.

And no...

I am not firing anybody.

Every department is gonna try this experiment,

just for one day, stop working.

Just sit there, stand there, don't do anything.

And if nobody misses what you do

or needs you to do something for one whole day,

then your job may be obsolete.

Clearly not talking about those people.

But if it is you, come to me. I wanna find you a new job.

A job that inspires you, a job that makes a difference,

a job that makes you an integral part of

New Amsterdam's mission.

Dr. Panthaki?

Dr. Sharpe.

Fancy meeting you here.

Yeah, well, no.

No?

I came here to see a patient,

and I thought I'd stop by and say hi.

I walked by your office,

but they said you were on the floor, so here I am,

casually bumping into you, accidentally on purpose.

I see.

I can also accidentally on purpose leave.

No, I'm glad that you decided to stop by...

Accidentally on purpose.

And would you consider joining me on an adventure?

An adventure?

It's a small adventure.

Do you like Radiohead?

Yes.

Love them.

Then we'll need to be on a train from Penn Station

in a few hours.

Why? Where are we going?

Philadelphia.

So we'd be staying overnight?

We would be.

You know, yeah, no,

I can't do that right now... with you.

Okay.

I mean, I want to eventually, I'm just...

Helen, I'll make you a bootleg.

Well, I'm still not 100% sure as to why Ms. Medrano

collapsed on the ship.

Did her blood sugar spike before or after the fall?

That's the million dollar question.

So, this must be some VIP for you to drag me

all the way up here.

It is.

So, who's the patient?

You are.

Yeah... hey, uh, Dora...

Hold on.

I just wanna take in this momentous occasion.

What occasion?

The day you chased after me.

I wanna remember everything: What I was wearing,

where I was standing...

You haven't texted me.

Nope. Or paged me.

Did you miss me?

Well, I just figured by now people would...

People would admit that they were getting paid to not work?

That's not exactly...

And that they would ask you for work,

when they could just keep on doing nothing?

That's not really in the spirit of what I'm trying...

If it was me, no way I'd tell you.

Max...

What's going on with, um, you know?

She's with Iggy.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

You did the right thing.

As a doctor, sure.

But as a friend, I absolutely did not.

You absolutely did, as a doctor and as a friend.

All right.

Feel free to sit.

I'm fine.

Okay.

All right.

So, it says here you went to Whitman College.

Yep.

All the way up in Walla Walla, Washington, huh?

Did you like it?

Loved it.

Why there?

Well, I guess it's because I thought that they would

prepare me for a career in lifesaving medicine.

One which I would love to get back to right now,