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-When a doctor looks at a patient, what do they see?

The disease or the person?

I believe you can't treat a patient

without understanding who they really are.

And sometimes the only course of treatment...

is breaking the rules.

[ NoMBe's "Cant' Catch Me" plays ]

* Ah *

* Unh *

-Are you thirsty, Harold? Want some water?

Didn't think so.

**

-Harold. It's me, Dr. Wolf.

Put this on quickly.

* And I'm so caught up *

* Now, is it me or my luck? *

* Can't get enough *

* Feed on alchemy *

* And I'm running petrol through my blood *

Excuse me, Dr. Wolf.

Where are you taking Harold?

-Uh, just on a little field trip.

It's a very special occasion.

-Alzheimer's patients don't leave my floor

without authorization.

-Sorry, Marcy. We'll be back soon.

-Hey! Hey! Hey! -Hey!

Oh, you got to be --

Why the hell does he call me Marcy?

-Tie my hair back, I'm Marcy, too.

People say he can't recognize faces.

I just think he's a dick.

J-Rod, we've got a runner.

**

* Ooh, can't catch me, baby *

Thank you so much.

Have you lost your mind?

**

-Oh, the Chases. I'm sorry. I didn't recognize you.

-What are you doing here with my father?

-Surely the bride's big night wouldn't be complete

without her grandfather. -He can't even remember her.

Harold, do you know who I am?

Do you know who this is?

-He's lost his memory, Mr. Chase, not his humanity.

You, on the other hand... -Leave immediately

before our daughter sees you.

Do not make a scene.

And you, if you break my daughter's heart tonight,

I will make sure you never treat another patient again.

-Showtime, Harold. Come on.

Showtime?

Are you ready?

**

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You like this one, Harold?

**

Yeah.

But not the way you play it.

Okay.

Fair enough. Um...

Well, show me how it's done.

-* I may not always love you, but -- *

* But long as there are stars above you *

* You'll never need to doubt it *

* I'll make you so sure about it *

* God only knows what I'd be *

* Without you *

* If you should ever leave me *

* Though life would still go on, believe me *

* The world could show nothing to me *

* So what good would living do me? *

* God only knows what I'd be without you *

* God only knows what I'd be *

* God only knows *

* God only knows what I'd be *

* What I would be *

* God only knows what I'd be *

* Without you *

* God only knows what I would be *

* Without you *

-Yeah! -Bravo!

Wonderful.

Grandpa.

That was --

I can't believe you're here.

Sophie.

-How did you do that? How did you --

Music.

It makes him lucid, unlocks memories, his sense of identity.

Oh, my God.

**

* This could only be love *

-You took an Alzheimer's patient out of the hospital

on a motorcycle.

The family is threatening to sue.

-For what, giving Harold the night of his life?

-A night he is incapable of remembering.

-That doesn't mean he shouldn't experience joy.

-You're not his wingman. You're his doctor.

-Yes, exactly. I am his doctor.

And his condition can't be cured.

His world is darkening by the day,

and those days are numbered.

And while you would have me forget him, let him rot,

I choose to walk with him, to find a path forward,

because nobody else will, not even his family.

Yes, it's true, Harold can't live for the memories.

He only has the moment, so I'm gonna help him

and patients like him seize that moment,

no matter how fleeting it might be.

That is my responsibility. That is my job.

One of your better speeches.

We get it. You're a hero.

You want to change how your patients see the world.

-I want to change how the world sees my patients.

You put this facility at risk!

-Dr. Cohen, you don't understand.

You don't understand.

I'm sorry, Dr. Wolf, but you are terminated.

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Wolf?

Wolf!

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Wolf?

Are you decent?

Carol. -I would have called or texted.

But you're a Luddite.

-I have a landline. -That you never pick up.

Heard you got fired.

And you're here to what?

Help me drown my sorrows over Chardonnay?

-Sure. Isn't that what friends do?

Normal friends, maybe.

Not us.

-Okay, you're gonna make me chase you.

Our Neuro attending just quit.

We need a replacement right away.

It's a small department, so you'll get to be hands on.

And you get to work with me.

-Carol, I cannot work at Bronx General.

You know why.

I do.

So maybe you should take another offer, hmm?

There must be so many just rolling in.

You need us, Wolf.

I'm busy.

Of course you are.

You got your workouts, your Bach, your plants.

-They're ferns. -They're a coping mechanism.

-Doesn't the Head of Psych have, um, actual patients

to psychoanalyze? -I do.

But you're more fun.

Plus, I know you're lost without your patients.

-Yeah, well, it's not gonna happen, Carol.

-Well, that's unfortunate, because there's a post-op case

I could really use your help with.

Hannah Peters, single mother, two boys.

She underwent a right temporal lobectomy

to cure her epilepsy, and it worked.

Except when she came in for her follow-up,

I noticed a dramatic shift in her behavior.

What kind of shift?

Doctor-patient confidentiality.

All I can say is that it's a real anomaly.

I've never seen anything like it.

Meanwhile, our budgets are being slashed,

and I have patients in desperate need of care

that I have to turn away.

If only there was a brilliant neurologist

who would stop at nothing to help them.

Carol.

-I'm gonna leave you to your...ferns.

And I'll give you till 5:00 to change your mind.

-Wait. What do you think's gonna happen between now and 5:00?

I don't know.

Maybe you'll think about why you became a doctor

in the first place.

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-Dad. -Come on.

You're almost there.

Friends from school?

Let's try something.

Close your eyes. Describe me.

Like, what makes me me?

You have bushy eyebrows.

You have a big nose.