New Amsterdam - Fifth Season

My dearest Max,

if you toss this letter, rip it up, burn it,

I won't blame you.

I've done the same to countless versions.

What I did was unforgiveable

- to you, to our friends. - Hi.

To sweet Luna.

Hey.

It was never my intention.

None of this is what I intended.

Everything I ever said to you was true.

Everything we had was real,

but so is this thing that kept me in London.

Kept me from marrying you.

I wish I knew what it was.

I wish I could rip it out of me,

obliterate it so I could be with you.

Because you deserve all the happiness in the world.

I wish I had an explanation to help ease your pain,

but none has come.

All I have is the time that's passed

and the desperate hope that it heals us both.

Heals your heart, heals your mind,

heals Luna, and heals our friends.

Max, you are beautiful and shimmering.

And I was made better for being in your light.

We all were.

Please don't lose your light.

May it shine again, even brighter than before.

All my love, Helen.

Come on.

*NEW AMSTERDAM * Season 05 Episode 01

Episode Title: "TBD" Aired on: September 20, 2022.

- Lauren! - What? What's going on?

How many times I got to tell you to stay on the couch?

And how many times have I got to tell you

that your couch is a sciatica waiting to happen.

You gotta go back to your own place.

Look, you've been bouncing from couch-to-couch for months.

Don't blame me.

Blame the US immigration system.

Every month Leyla's visa's supposed to be sorted

and she's supposed to move out

and every month they throw something new at her.

You have a two bedroom. Just use the other one.

Floyd, I know me. If I'm living there,

I'm falling back into bed with her.

- Better her bed than mine. - Come on.

I'm giving you till tomorrow,

then you can find someone else's couch to not sleep on.

Okay, so these flapjacks,

right here, they are both circles, yeah?

- No one says flapjacks. - That...

Well, these objects that I call flapjacks

and you call pancakes, are they similar or congruent?

- Similar. - Okay. Hey, Harper.

Feet... not at the table. Raffi, breakfast.

Sorry I'm late. I got your text...

- It's all good. - And I come bearing

the last bottle of the bougie real maple stuff.

All right, guys, Dad is home and breakfast is served.

Come on. Let's go, guys. Come on. Come on.

Not even a hello from these locusts.

Yeah, well, you know, when you taste delicious

covered in maple syrup, you'll be popular too.

Hey, about Tuesday...

Uh, yeah, yeah. It's all good. I can stay late.

Okay, I thought Tuesday was yoga morning.

No, no. Yoga's on Wednesdays now.

Oh, okay. Well, thank you.

Namaste.

Well, then I present to thee the spat-of-tula.

Best separated dads ever.

Um, what was I? Yeah, yeah.

- That's it, I guess. - Yeah.

I'll see you in three days, okay?

- All right. - Okay.

Bye, guys. Bye, my loves. Have a good day.

Who wants more pancakes?

- I do! - Here you are, sir.

And more maple syrup?

Did you forget something?

Uh, no. The house is yours.

All right. More fruit.

A lot of fruit on those pancakes.

- Oh, look at those cheeks. - Yeah, she eats like crazy.

Especially the phone while we're FaceTiming, but...

- Happy girl. - Yeah, happy girl. Happy dad.

Well, two happy dads.

And there's my dad.

- What? - Flaking on dinner.

- Again? - Again.

Well, what's his excuse this time?

Uh, I don't know. I can't ask.

- You can't ask? - Well...

Have you never asked?

Look, it's taken decades to get here, you know?

I have a relationship with the man.

What kind of relationship is it?

I mean, you don't see the guy.

You don't tell him how you feel.

Well, at least I know I'll never lose him again.

Well, I hate this, you know?

You are an incredible person and you deserve better.

Thank you,

but you still got to move out tomorrow.

You suck.

Why does it rain?

Uh, because clouds.

Why clouds?

'Cause, uh, rain droplets.

Why rain droplets?

Hmm, why rain droplets? That's a tough one.

Um, because evaporation.

We made it. Give me a hug.

Big hug. Big hug. Rrarr!

Have a good day, okay?

Why isn't Mom here?

Because, um...

- Good morning, Luna. - Hi.

- Hi. Ready to go inside? - Okay. Have fun, Lu.

- Love you. - Watch your step.

- Hey, Lu. - Gonna have fun today.

We know the children's foundation can't help everyone.

We just hadn't seen Brady that excited about something

since before the diagnosis.

What did he say when you told him?

You know Brady. He's putting up a brave front.

But he's devastated.

I mean, how else is a 12-year-old supposed to react

to being denied his dying wish?

New Amsterdam has a wonderful board

and a truly amazing medical director.

We have a large volunteer group and...

A lot of celebrities owe us a few favors.

What are you saying, Dr. Wilder?

What I'm saying is that we

can make Brady's wish come true.

So what is it?

I want to be the star of a Bollywood musical.

Male, 30s, multiple fractured ribs.

Patient was trampled when some march

was disrupted by protestors. Vital signs stable.

Okay, bay 23.

I liked it better when they protested on Facebook.

More coming.

Patient was hit in the head by a glass bottle.

- She sustained... - She is a they.

Okay, I'm gonna need transport for a CT scan, stat.

Brunstetter, Brunstetter, over here.

Bay 23. Alert ortho.

Keith James, 43-year-old man with chemical burns.

Induced dyspnea due to pepper spray.

I tried to shield him. Doug's asthmatic.

- It was so fast. - You did great, Keith, okay?

We're gonna take good care of him and you.

34-year-old female, fractured wrist,

extensive lacerations from glass shards in the field.

They just came out of nowhere.

We got you.

They just started attacking us.

Why?

Why were we attacked, everybody?

- Sex worker rights now. - Yeah.

Our bodies, our business, our choice.

- Sex work is... - Work!

Sex work is work. Sex work...

It's not even 10 a.m. yet.

- Max. - Hey.

Hey.

- And then you say... - Yeah, sorry.

- How can I help? - There he is. There it is.

- A little rusty. - Yeah, that's cool.

You'll get there. So, hey, listen,

I missed the first day of drop-offs today

because me and Martin have the new nesting schedule.

I'm jonesing for some cute kid stories.

You got a cute kid.

Luna, tell me about her. Was she nervous?

Was there extra hugs? Were there tears?

- Just mine. - Oh.

Well, that's okay. It happens to the best of us.

You know, with Raffi, I was a blubbering mess.

Well, Luna asked why Helen wasn't there.

Oof. That is not a cute kid story.