The Good Doctor

Someone had a good night.

Do you think all of these people have had sex?

And if so, shouldn't they be more happy?

Maybe their experiences

weren't as recent as yours.

I think about sex with everyone.

But mostly with Carly.

She and I are very compatible.

That's great, Shaun, but H.R. might not approve.

About me thinking of sex?

No, about saying you're thinking about sex.

And stop it.

Smiling while talking to a dying man is not cool.

Dr. Blaize recommended we speak to you

about a permanent port.

It would simplify your chemo sessions.

No more hunting for a vein every time.

Anything to help with the nausea?

It's a normal side effect.

Anything you can do for the exhaustion?

Anything...

so that my muscles don't ache?

But you can keep me from being stuck by a needle.

They're just trying to help.

I know.

All the doctors are trying to help.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

But I-I don't need the port.

And I don't need any more chemo.

Of course you do.

It's going to give you more time.

Honey, I'm miserable.

Cerebral cavernous malformations.

Leads to bleeding, clots, seizures, muscle weakness,

even paralysis.

You have clusters of them.

And they're getting worse.

The woman at Hopkins gave me a year.

Mass General, two years.

So, what, you figured I'd give you three?

Some new treatment?

You know the treatment, Caroline... a lobectomy.

I love the way surgeons blithely suggest

cutting through my cerebral cortex

to remove part of my brain. Hmm.

Why not just take an egg slicer to my ability to paint?

Yes, it will likely lead to a curtailment

of your ability to be creative,

but all of your other faculties will remain intact.

I had a severe prognosis of my own recently.

Surgery, chemo, radiation, the works.

My greatest fear wasn't at the edges of the spectrum.

It wasn't life or death.

My greatest fear was

survival as something lesser.

Then you know.

And then I had a revelation of sorts.

Who I am, how I think of myself

isn't defined by my skill as a surgeon.

Uh, I'm seeing you as a courtesy.

I don't do this anymore.

And guess what? I'm fine.

I'm happier.

You could have 20, 30 more years

with your family.

A balanced life isn't necessarily a lesser life.

I disagree.

20 bucks says Shaun mentions sex

in front of a patient in the next 24 hours.

He's excited.

I'm sure you were when a new world opened up.

But he knows better.

- 20 bucks. - No.

Morgan.

Oh, I was hoping I'd see you.

Hello.

Perfect.

I was just wondering where to get lunch around here.

Any genre, as long as it's locally sourced.

Is this a friend?

I'm Caroline Reznick.

Oh, hi.

My mother.

What are you doing here?

What beautiful eyes.

I hope...

s-someone...

p-paint...

Mom!

Mom? Mom.

Mom, can you hear me?

Code blue. We need a crash cart.

I've come to take you to lunch.

It's only 11:15.

M-Morgan told me

that it might be considered unprofessional

to discuss sex on the job.

So, when you say "lunch"...

It's sex.

I am expected to be here working.

People in the Pathology Lab

take two 15-minute breaks on their shift.

If they were combined into one

and we used the bus that stops out front at 11:25,

with one returning at 12:15,

and we borrowed some of your lunch hour...

You only require 22 minutes to eat a sandwich...

There would be just enough time

to get to your apartment and back.

Have you noticed the time you've allotted for "lunch"

is fairly short?

Long enough.

Long enough for you, not for me.

You've only had sex once in your life.

No one expects you to win awards,

and it was lovely sharing the moment.

Are you implying the sex could be improved on?

Yes.

Does that bother you?

No.

I have no objection to improving sex.

Although, I thought it was already excellent.

I'll work on it.

Found the source of the bleed.

Suctioning and evacuating the clot cavity.

The Cav Mals are everywhere.

She could have a massive bleed at any time.

I thought Morgan's parents were doctors.

I heard that, too. Why would Morgan let us think...

Maybe you should save the speculation

until your hands aren't in my mother's skull.

Use your inside voice, Morgan.

Turn down the volume.

Irrigate and remove the cottonoid.

Why didn't she tell us she was one of those Reznicks?

Caroline Reznick, painter.

Her son's a sculptor. Daughter's a composer.

Didn't know she had another kid.

They're famous, if you're into the arts at all.

Mia got you going to galleries?

Yeah, I'm kind of loving it.

I've failed Carly twice.

Did you forget her birthday or stand her up?

Are you talking about sex?

Uh, Morgan says H.R. would prefer I avoid that word.

Just to be clear, are you saying she...

Are you saying she didn't...

There was no parade.

Oh.

There was a parade for me,

but there was no parade for Carly.

I want to give her a parade.

I'll continue reading.

Wait, Shaun, reading's a great start,

but Carly's a person.

You need to communicate with her, ask her what she likes.

Yes. I'll make an extensive list of questions.

It's not just about questions and answers.

Nonverbal communication is pretty key in this area.

I'm not good with nonverbal communication.

Watch her reactions.

See what Carly responds to.

You'll figure this out.

Mrs. Reznick, I'm Dr. Park.

This is Dr. Murphy, Dr. Browne.

How are you feeling?

Excellent. And flattered that three surgeons

are here to check on me.

They're curious.

About what monster created me.

I'm sure that's not true.

Morgan, you're smart and nice and perfectly normal.

I don't think she's all of those things.

You guys here to take her vitals,

check her for any deficits,

and maybe let her know

that she's just gonna keep getting worse and die?

Your daughter is right, Mrs. Reznick.

- If you don't... - Dr. Browne, the day lilies

go so well with your eyes.

Please take them.

This variety is from the Himalayas.

Please.

I really am grateful to you all.

I'm asking other people to take over my cases.

Check your in-box, and you'll see the three I've given you.

In your language, the word "ask"

must mean something different.

You're a caring, empathetic person,

and my mother is sick.

As long as we're having a moment of honesty...

...why do you hate your family?

You told me your mother was a cardiologist.

No, you told me my mother was a cardiologist.

I can't correct all your mistakes.

Was that the mother you wanted to have?

Cardiac perfusionist, call the cath lab.

I used to daydream my mother was a lawyer.

That's just weird.