New Amsterdam

- Previously on "New Amsterdam"...

You tell Mama

about your child out of wedlock

and wanting to start something with your father,

you'll send her to an early grave.

- It's the first installment of my loan repayment.

- Something I love is hurting me.

I'm just not really sure how to let it out.

How can I help?

You call off this raid

and I will walk out of this building,

and you will never, ever hear from me again.

That's not enough.

This is fraud. Our shareholders--

Someone called them off.

- So what are we supposed to do now?

- You can start by getting out of my office.

- Dr. Sherman to Radiology. Dr. Sherman to Radiology.

Hello, everyone!

And welcome to Orientation Day--

well, actually, I should say Re-Orientation Day.

There are so many lovely familiar faces here.

Uh, look, new cards.

So, Ms. Miller, here you go.

And Dr. Kao.

Ms. Fall.

Nurse Acosta.

The lovely Dr. Bloom.

And last but not least,

Max Goodwin.

So please let this serve

as your official "welcome back" to New Amsterdam.

Now, your old positions might not be available

because somebody else has taken them,

but do not worry.

We will find you a new spot.

It might not have the same stature

as your former position, but I'm sure,

like me, you're just happy to be working.

Happy?

Yes.

Thank you so much for coming.

And let's get back to work.

- You're literally forcing us to work here.

No, I'm not.

- Well, with our non-compete clause in our contract,

we can't work anywhere else for the next three years.

- Of course you can. You can work anywhere you like.

You just can't practice medicine.

But it's good

to have you back, Dr. Bloom. - Mm.

Uh, Max, can I speak to you for a moment?

Um...

I went back and forth for a really long time

about presenting you with that badge,

because...

I--I just-- I don't know what you want.

- Do you mean would I rather give up on Helen

to stay here and keep being a doctor

or go back to London, where now, thanks to you,

I can't practice medicine?

Yeah, sure.

You win.

You get to keep running this hospital, okay?

Let's not make it personal.

Personal?

My God, you tried to take my medical license.

You tried to have me indicted for a fraud

that I did not commit.

What, that was just professional?

Because the threat of prison

felt pretty damn personal to me.

I didn't make this personal, Max.

You did.

That's on you.

So you just let me know what you decide.

Okay?

Dr. Goodwin, in the house!

Well, the hospital.

Good to see you, man. - You too.

- Hey, remember that cruise my wife and I were

supposed to take right before COVID?

- Mm-hmm. - Well, after being postponed,

canceled, and rebooked about 14 times,

we're finally set to shove off on Saturday.

Only problem is, I woke up with this rash.

Can you-- - Yeah, I'm sorry, Jerry.

I-I can't help.

Oh, my gosh.

Look at what the cat dragged in.

- You know I hate that expression.

- You know that's why I used it.

- Back in Duluth, we had a tabby

who'd bring in mangled robins.

They'd die right there on my mom's carpet.

- Look at you, you're back for five minutes and already

sharing folksy anecdotes about your sociopathic cats.

It's almost like you never even left.

- No rush. Your 8:30's not here yet.

- Uh, no, no, no, no. It's a virtual patient.

The poor guy hasn't left his apartment in three years.

- Okay, I'll make a note he's telehealth only.

What's the patient's name? - Uh, LazerFox404.

- Is that his given name? - No.

That would be cool, but I doubt it.

Uh, our sessions take place in a video game.

Ah, the fox sits and talks

to the doctor? - No.

The fox and the doc talk

while running around killing globbets.

Yeah, they're like these, um...

I don't know, bat people, I guess.

Uh, also, he doesn't know that I'm a doctor.

He's refused therapy, so I'm disguised as a samurai.

A rodent samurai.

- It all sounds very nontraditional.

- Yeah, in Japan, they're called hikikomori.

And the best treatment they've found--

this is no joke-- is using attractive women

to lure the male patients back into the world.

These people have become so stricken with anxiety and shame

that they've completely given up on their real lives.

So unfortunately, bending the laws of therapy

is the only way to get them out.

Excuse me.

- I'm sure you know what you're doing.

- Whoa, LazerFox! Globbets on your six!

Globbets on your six!

- Well, well, well. Life is funny, isn't it?

- Congratulations on being made Chair, Dr. Walsh.

Thank you, Bloom.

So things work a little differently around here now.

We-- - Pile up on the FDR.

I got a man, 40s, broken femur and multiple lacerations.

- Um, aren't you gonna-- - Ooh.

Whoop. Whoop, whoop.

Let's take him to bay 28.

Thank you.

What's that?

No racing across the ED?

Descending on a patient like a bat out of hell?

No barking out orders for who to take who where?

No, no.

I stayed right here and allowed my system to work.

"What system?" you ask.

The Walsh White Board.

My man went to Staples.

Each doctor has a color,

and when your color's up, that's your patient.

Stunningly simple, yet brilliant, don't you think?

I do.

- Uh, so before I officially welcome you back,

let me ask you, are you on board with the board?

You're the boss.

Okay, um...

So I've assigned you tan.

Great.

Better colors were available.

I'm happy with tan.

I know. She's different.

Oh, you guys are up.

- Gary Burgess, 52, complaining of stomach pains.

He collapsed walking down 2nd Ave.

Doorman called 911. - Okay, Mr. Burgess.

Is the pain dull, sharp, or throbbing?

- I'm fine, I just overdid it at dinner last night.

- Definitely sharp. - Trauma One.

- What time is it? It's important.

- Not more important than a middle-aged man

with epigastric pain.

Where you supposed to be?

My daughter Emma and I

are here to tour NYU this afternoon.

She's so excited.

Can't you just give me an antacid or something?

- I'm gonna run some more tests.

Is Emma here?

No, she's back at the hotel.

She thinks I'm still out for my walk.

- I can give her a call. - No way.

I'm not ruining her big day with a terrifying call

about acid reflux.

Mr. Burgess...

you're having a heart attack.

Hi! Babe.

- Come on. Don't keep me in suspense.

Did she cry? Oh, God, I hope she cried.

- Easy there, Judge Dredd. She's still here.

But, uh, yeah, I've got her right where I want her.

I bet you do.

I'm so proud of you, my love.

Yeah.

Maybe, uh...

maybe save that praise till after it's over.

- No, we have to acknowledge it all.

You are saving that hospital from abject ruin.

Everyone who works there should be

singing your praises, especially those

who depend on New Amsterdam for their very survival.

So you take the flowers.