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Previously on "New Amsterdam"...

Fun, right?

- Friends.
- Friends.

The only thing holding me back

was this voice in my head.

And Martin, the voice is you.

I want to broaden my horizons
and find out

what I connect with, where I belong.

I felt something.

So I'm sober, who cares?

You've been lying to me this whole time.

- Where are you going?
- To get high.

I don't even know where you're staying.

Can you just let me know
that you're not dead?

I think you may be bipolar.

Bipolar?

Out of my way!

You got to let me help you.

What'd you do, son?

- Please, Floyd!
- Take it easy.

Please, Floyd!

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Come on, Iggy, crush this.

Get it up there! Come on!

Let's go.

Whoo! Let's go!

- Whoo!
- There it is.

Whoo! Yes.

Oh, my God. Am I vibrating?

It's just the endorphins.

Now if you puke, it just means
you're doing it right.

Nice.

Oh, man, I've been lifting
for what, two weeks now?

I feel like I've been
powerlifting my entire life.

Welcome to the grind house, baby.

- OK.
- Oh, man.

Yeah, I feel like I'm cracked open.

I feel alive.

Like, everything is different.
I'm different.

- Yeah.
- And the craziest thing is,

is that no one else even sees it.

Eh, most people just
caught up in their own stuff.

They're just not looking at it right.

Don't sweat it.

- Yeah, maybe you're right.
- I am.

Good talk,

but these power cleans ain't
gonna do themselves.

- All right, all right.
- Crush it, Iggy.

Here we go. Come on.

I have been sober for
three years and seven months.

I, uh...

I actually came close to ruining that.

Did something stupid.

I moved in with my sister,

who's also an addict.

Yeah, I told myself
that I could help her.

Be this big hero.

But all I did was hurt myself.

I stopped going to meetings.

I stopped calling my sponsor.

She became my addiction.

Thank you.

Uh, I'm Lauren, I'm an addict.

All right, got a medium
Italian coffee for you,

light foam.

_

Wow. For me?

My favourite. Yeah.

You know, great minds.

Cheers. Um...

- Just sorry to bring you in early.
- _

Mm.

_

Yeah, true.

_

_

All right. Uh... yeah.

All right.

I would like to begin this session

with where we left off last week, okay?

You spoke about having intense feelings

of brain-numbing emptiness
and depression.

They're gone.

They're gone?

- Yeah.
- Wow.

That's a big change from what
you described last week

when you said,
"I'm on the edge of a cliff

peering into never-ending nothingness."

No edge, no cliff,

just breathing this rare air.

What a time it is to be alive,
huh, Dr. Frome?

Yeah, I'll say.

Wow.

Um, I'm really glad
the CBT exercises are working.

Oh, no, sorry.

I haven't been doing your exercises.

Oh.

OK, wh-what have you been doing?

What changed?

I finally talked to my mum.

She acknowledged my feelings.

Even owned her mistakes.

That's your late mother?

- Yeah.
- Huh.

- How?
- Solomon helped me.

Hmm.

We don't have a Dr. Solomon on staff.

Oh, no, he... he works here.

He's... he's just not an MD.

Oh, wait, uh, hang on.

Are you talking
about Solomon the janitor?

Yeah.

He's psychic.

Is he?

What the hell happened?

Beauty pageant.

Stage collapsed.

Okay, let's get her to Bay 30.

Uh, let's page orthopaedics.

You've come to the best possible place.

You're gonna be brand-new in no time,

and so will your fellow contestants.

Porsha Grux, 16, clavicle fracture.

Uh, okay, Walsh,
let's get her to Bay 23.

- On it.
- The Miss Teen Liberty pageant

stage may have broken,

but it will not let it
break our spirits.

Nichelle Bartley, 17,

head trauma from falling scaffolding.

Conscious with severe bleeding.

Uh, Casey, page for backup.

Anna, you're gonna be fine.

Come on, let's look alive, people!

Let's go! Move!

Hang in there, Candace.

You're gonna be okay.

- Where do you want me?
- Uh, over here.

Head trauma, massive bleed.

Turan, let's take care of
the girl in the sequined dress.

Let's go.

What do we got?

Compound fracture, right tibia.

Oh, yeah, reserve an OR.

She's gonna need an ORIF.
And call anaesthesia.

Okay, yeah, we're gonna
take good care of you.

Alexa.

You're a warrior.

These are world-class physicians.

Keep your chin up, okay?

Good girl.

Candace.

Is that your grandmother?

That's Marvela, the pageant emcee.

She's everyone's grandmother.

Ah! Mm.

Do you know where you are?

The hospital?

Am I gonna die?

No. Uh, try to relax.

The bleeding isn't stopping.

More pressure.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

All is well.

You're gonna be fine, Nichelle,
I promise.

Thanks, Marvela.

We need a type and screen
and crossmatch.

Okay.

And that should heal nicely.

They're gonna get me.

Wait, wh... who is?

Them. The CIA.

Yeah, those two aren't CIA.

They've been spying on me
with their machine.

Make them stop.

Okay.

We're gonna get right on that, okay?

Okay, let's order her a CT scan.

Whatever's going on with her,

it's not caused by a collapsing stage.

Yeah.

Ladies. Ladies, I've spoken to you

on this day and on better days.

And you know what I've seen?

Grit that won't quit.

So keep those spirits up
because the show must go...

- Grab the backboard.
- I got her head.

Okay, I need help over here!

- We're on it.
- O2 and Ambu bag.

You the medical director here?

Uh, one and only.

- How can I...
- You really think you can

get away with it?

Stealing my mum's house.

Uh, h-hold on, hold on.

Uh, is this...
is this billing or collections?

No, it was in her will.

You're saying that your mum
left this hospital her home?

Our home.

She was manipulated to do it,
by you and your greedy cronies.

Tricked into donating it for nothing.

Now I'm here to get it back.

'Cause I knew you were dying
to see it, that's why.

Oh, I also got us a table

at Le Bernardin before the show.

Anything for you, my dear.

Pick you up at 6:00?

Buh-bye.

What's up, my friend?

Um, listen, I have a question.

Do you remember a patient
named Joanne Danova?

Joanne, yeah.

Ugh, what a sweetheart.

We just lost her, actually.

But silver lining, we did get the house,

so score.

What can I say,
we're good at what we do here.

Yeah, um, what... what exactly
did you say to her?

Oh, it's not like that, Dr. Goodwin.

What we do takes time and finesse.

Starts with a polite correspondence...

maybe a "Happy Birthday"
personalised from one of us,

or a "Happy Holidays."

And once contact has been made,

we develop out the relationship.

Develop out?

Um, how?

Oh.

I've got connections with every
maître d' in the city,

hookups at the Broadway houses,

and I get a great deal
from the florist on Second

because New Amsterdam fixed

the guy's trick knee a few years ago.

You're, uh... you're...

you're preying on our patients.

Hey now, that's um...

that's very insulting, Dr. Goodwin.

Yeah. You wined and dined Joanne Danova

until you convinced this poor woman

to donate her family home to us

instead of her actual family.

And where was Joanne's actual family

during her final months, huh?

Who was there to get her a wheelchair

when she couldn't walk?

Us.

Who was there to make sure
her final birthday was special?

Us.

Who was at her bedside holding her hand

when she finally passed?

Hint, it wasn't her family.

Every hospital has
a department like this.

Ours just happens
to be an industry leader.

I'm currently developing relationships

with 30 other patients as we speak.

Me and my team,
we fill holes in people's lives

that their own families are neglecting.

Now I ask you, is that preying on them,

or is that providing
a necessary service?

Now if you'll excuse me.

Ms. Albans, did you get my flowers?

Oh, yes.

I'm so glad, my dear.

Hey.

Excuse me, Solomon.

Dr. Frome.

Oh, this about the new disinfectant?

Spring breeze. Too flowery?

This isn't about the disinfectant.

All right, that's good to know.

Yeah, it's about a patient
that came to me

with something kind of concerning.

They told me that they believe

you connected them
with a deceased relative.

Oh, yeah, I did.

Um, he was dealing with a lot of pain,

but I'm glad I brought him some closure.

Yeah. Well, Solomon, I... I appreciate

what I can see is a gesture
of goodwill for you,

but... but that kind of interaction,

that interferes with patient treatments.

- It's not good.
- Oh, no.

I'm helping.

You see, I'm... I'm
bringing them some clarity.

When these messages come,
I'm compelled to speak them.

Honouring the soul's wishes.

Okay, look, you've been fantastic here.

Your first few weeks have been stellar.

But, uh, whatever it is
you're claiming to do or to be,

you can't do that here.

You can do it at home on your own time,

but not here, not with this
vulnerable population.

You understand?

You have my word, Dr. Frome.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Won't happen again.
- All right, cool.

Thanks, man. See you around.

I'm not seeing a hematoma in her brain.

Let's go ahead and move to the chest.

Now we just need
to make sure that nothing's

obstructing the lower region.

When I worked my first
Miss Teen Liberty pageant

in 1989, something struck me.

- Do you know what it was?
- No, ma'am.

Announcing a pageant
is just like being a doctor.

A doctor?

Don't think I can't hear your skepticism

despite being lodged
in this titanium donut.

Yes or no? Your job basically

is to make people feel better.

- Yes.
- Well, it's the same for me.

You have CAT scans, MRis, scalpels.

Those are your tools.

And I have my tool.

Oh, yeah, what's that?

The golden voice, baby.

Oh, I've done game shows, roasts.

Oh, but the pageant
is my heart and soul.

Sure, there's the fake tiaras.

That's for the audience.
But for the girls,

there are real scholarships, good ones.

At rehearsals, I work with them.

I get to see what makes them shine.

Life's just one big runway, no?

I get to help them find
the confidence to walk it.

That's a broken rib.

It's penetrated her heart. Book an OR.

Could rupture at any moment.

Ms. Cole.

Hi, I'm Dr. Bloom.

Um, may I have a word?

Yeah.

What's going on with my daughter?

Was she hit by something?

Does she have a concussion?

Your daughter's CT scan came back clear,

which means there's nothing
going on with her head.

So what is it?

Her toxicology tests showed
that she'd overdosed

on a substance called THC.

THC? Isn't that...

The psychoactive ingredient
in marijuana.

Look, I'm really sorry that
you had to find out like this,

but kids Kearston's age,

they start getting curious about drugs.

But you can't overdose on weed.

I-I know it sounds crazy,

but it happens a lot these days.

You know, with all the different ways

that marijuana is consumed,

it's really difficult to know
what it's been laced with.

But I do know.

How?

I'm the one who buys it for her.

All right, some good news, Nichelle.

We were able to get your blood to clot,

and this transfusion is gonna
make you feel better soon.

You might feel a little bit of chills,

but it's nothing to worry about.

Then I can get back to the pageant.

Ms. Marvela always says,
the show must go on.

Mm.

How long have you been competing?

Since I was nine.

Must have taken up a lot of your time.

It's a lot of work, but I love it.

Seems like a lot of pressure
for somebody your age.

I guess, but the pageants are worth it.

Does it ever stress you out,

you know, having to look a certain way,

having to have a certain body type?

Why are you asking me that?

So I'm gonna be straight with you.

I'm looking at the pallor of your skin,

your excessive bleeding,
and how thin you are.

Your platelet count is dangerously low.

All of these are signs
of an eating disorder,

most likely anorexia.

I don't have an eating disorder.

I'm not anorexic.

Hey, do you notice
anything different about me?

Your shoes?

Nope.

Did you get a haircut?

Uh-uh.

- Is there something different?
- Never mind, never mind.

I'll see you later.

Gia.

Hi, what's the matter?

Did something happen in group?

I spoke to Bryan, Dr. Frome.

He's not in pain anymore.

He truly is in a better place.

Bryan, your deceased husband?

Yes.

All thanks to Solomon.

Solomon.

You were right, Warren.

An employee from this hospital
spent a great deal of time

with your mother
during her final months.

And, uh, in that time,

she decided to legally and of sound mind

donate her home to this hospital.

Wh... how is that even permissible?

I know that that's frustrating,

and all I can say is that, uh...

For those months, whenever
your mother needed something

or someone, the bequest office was...

was there for her.

Because I guess... nobody else was.

You know what these are, Dr. Goodwin?

I do.

For the past two years
I've been deployed.

Been to places you couldn't even fathom,

places not easy to catch
a hop out of back home.

- Sorry, I...
- Believe me,

I wanted to be here for my mother.

It just wasn't possible.

So I did the best I could.

I... I handled her bills.

I checked in on her
every spare chance I had be...

before she passed.

Hell, the only... only reason I'm
even able to be stateside now

is on hardship leave
to get her affairs in order.

Little did I know that New Amsterdam

took care of all that.

No, no, no. Look, Warren...

You know what, save it, Doctor.

Somehow you guys turn
service to your country

into a liability.

And it's gonna cost you.

I'll see you in court.

Please don't fire me, Dr. Frome.

Solomon, I asked you explicitly

to not get involved
with my patients' care.

Look, I know, and I tried.

But this gift I have,

the ability to speak to souls,

I can't control it.

I don't know what to say.
I... I trusted you.

- You gave me your word.
- It just happens.

I swear it does.

It takes over my spirit.

It's always a vivid flash

and some jolt of a random feeling...

joy, guilt, a taste or a smell.

And I feel it all in my core like...

like a roller coaster.

And it releases me,
and the messages come.

How long has this been happening?

Pssh.

Um, since I was a kid,

about ten.

It's passed down through my family,

my father and his.

That's why it's second nature.

It's in my DNA.

This gift, I-it's written...

- This, um...
- In my family history.

This doesn't sound like a gift, Solomon.

This sounds like temporal lobe epilepsy.

Core temp 37 Celsius. On target.

DVT prophylaxis on board.

There she is. Forceps.

On our A game, folks.
We only get one shot at this.

Just one big splinter.

Go ahead and position the shoulders.

All right, let's close her up.

- All right.
- Suture.

Thank you.

Damn it. Come on.

Switch to a Prolene suture?

Nah, it won't help.

This heart's been fighting
hypertension for years.

The walls are too thin.

It's beyond saving.

She's gonna need a transplant.

All right, uh, let's close her up,

get her to ICU, and contact UNOS.

We only got a few hours
to get this woman a heart.

Do you mind if I use the COW?

Oh, sure.

I gotta order psych consult.

Yeah, you got it. I'll just be one sec.

Mm.

It's for Miss Teen won't Admit

That She Has an Eating Disorder.

What are you supposed to do about that?

I mean, how do...
how do you help a patient

who is so completely in denial?

Uh, these pageants, they put
so much pressure on girls.

You know, as if the whole world

wasn't already a beauty pageant.

Telling women that they have to smile,

and have to be thin,
and have to be beautiful.

Sometimes all you can do
is treat the disorder.

And if you get lucky,
the patient will follow.

_

You gotta be kidding me.

New patient?

Uh, uh, was.

She just donated her house
to New Amsterdam.

Wow. That's very generous of her.

No, generosity had nothing
to do with it.

You're supplying
your own daughter with drugs?

Do you have children?

No, I am not a parent, but I do know

that supplying kids with drugs
is usually frowned upon.

Wh-when my daughter was 15,

she came to me, and she said

that all her friends were
all vaping weed,

trying tinctures, edibles.

She wanted to try it,

and I said no.

So she didn't.

Then at 16, she asked again,

and she said she wasn't
asking my permission.

She was just wanting
to be honest about it.

I was afraid she would
buy it off the street,

and it would be laced
with God knows what.

So I did the responsible thing.

I bought her edibles, tinctures,

weed from a reputable dispensary

to protect her.

And she's only allowed to do it at home,

and I oversee how much she does.

This is what raising kids
in 2022 is like.

Oh, my God.

Did you know that THC,

the psychoactive ingredient
in marijuana,

it used to make up 5%.

Now it makes up 95%,

making it more potent, more addictive,

and more bioactive.

Marijuana in 2022 is not the same drug

as when you were a kid.

I was trying to do the right thing.
I was trying to keep her safe.

Yeah, well, you know what,
buying her drugs didn't do that.

Kearston's gone. Her bed's empty.

What?

No...

- She leapt into traffic?
- Yep.

She was out of her mind,
thanks to Mummy Dearest.

Let's connect her to the vent.

Okay, heart's steady.

96 sat. She's stable.

Well, ortho will take her up to the OR,

where they will stabilise
her shattered pelvis.

I'm calling Child Protective Services.

Really?

Look at her.

I know, but her mum meant well.

Well, you know what,
good intentions don't really matter

when your kid has to be
put back together in the OR

because you wanted them
to experiment with drugs.

You know, her future, her potential,

it's all derailed because
of her drug-pushing mother

who meant well.

Who are we talking about here?

This girl or you?

What happened? Nichelle was doing great

after the transfusion.

Severe abdominal pains,
then her blood pressure plummeted.

Found a bleeder.

What is that?

Enlarged lymph nodes.

She wasn't lying. She's not anorexic.

She has lymphoma.

There he is.

My medicine man.

Whatever you're paying these nurses,

it's not enough.

They are fabulous.

Yeah, yeah, they are.

Glad to see you're comfortable.

How are you feeling?

Like a want to.

I know bad news when I see it.

You can give it to me straight.

The organisation that,
um, arranges transplants

refused to put you
on their list of recipients

because of your age.

So where does that leave

my chances of getting a new heart?

Extremely low.

I'm sorry.

Oh.

Are they canceling the pageant?

No, Ms. Anders, we really
need to focus on you now...

Oh, honey, that ship has sailed.

No, no, no, no, you deserve a heart.

And you know what?

I'd like to talk to someone
about making that happen.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you,

but no.

Well, at least let me try.

No special favours.

I've had my time.

Let a young person have the heart.

I've been lifting up
young people my whole life.

Why stop now?

Okay, so your scans came back clean,

which means we can rule out epilepsy.

So there's nothing wrong with me?

You're not out of the woods just yet.

You know, something
is causing these visions.

It's a gift, not an illness, Dr. Frome.

Just because you can't explain
something scientifically

doesn't mean it's not real.

Well, it doesn't really matter
what I can explain, Solomon.

What matters is your health.

So I would like to run some more tests

and start on a low-dose
seizure medication

so we can pinpoint
the actual cause, all right?

Is that something you would agree to?

Hey.

Solomon, I know that this
is something you've dealt with

for the better part of your life,

and I know that this is...
this is a lot.

It's a lot to take in, to accept.

But I... I would like to help you,

if you'll let me.

- Solomon...
- I have someone here with me

who has a message for you.

- Your brother.
- So until you decide

that you want my help,
my hands are completely tied.

Short-Fuze says he's sorry.

What... what did you say?

I'm being asked to tell Grunt

that he's sorry
for the way he treated you.

He's showing me his wrist...

uh, the left one, does that make sense?

How are you doing this?

He says he's proud of you.

And he watches over you,

even though you found your strength.

Stay the course.

He sees the change, and others will too.

We are shutting down
New Amsterdam's bequest program

because the way in
which this program operates

borders on criminal.

By targeting patients
in the dementia ward,

this department has
stained the reputation

of America's oldest public hospital,

not to mention violated
any number of HIPAA laws.

Warren Danova's mother
was grossly manipulated.

And we have the power to make this man,

a US veteran, whole in his grief.

All we have to do is give him
back his family home.

- Is this true?
- We had no idea

Mr. Danova's mother had dementia,

because going through
her records would have been

a violation of HIPAA laws.

All we have access to is
what she gave us access to.

Yeah, sure, but you knew
which doctor she was seeing,

which wards she was being assigned to.

That data was available...

What more do you need to know?

Ms. Danova was not of sound mind

when she signed over her house.

And if you don't want to give it back,

then I am sure we can
find an estate lawyer

who will take it back.

Joanne Danova's last will and testament,

dated January 7th, 2020.

According to her chart,

when was she admitted
into our dementia ward?

July 17, 2021.

So for nearly a year and a half

after the signing of her will,

where she left New Amsterdam
her property,

Joanne Danova was
of sound mind and body.

Max, the donation stands.

Thank you.

Kearston's stable.

We expect her to make a full recovery.

I wanted to let you know
that I didn't call

Child Protective Services.

But a social worker is going

- to be reaching out.
- Are you kidding me?

Look, I understand that raising kids

in today's environment is tough.

And I get that marijuana is everywhere,

and it is legal now.

But here in New York,
if you're under 21,

it is considered a controlled substance.

You said that you only
let your daughter use

in your home with a supply
you provide, right?

And that was a tincture
full of cannabis?

A single drop could
make anyone psychotic,

much less a young girl.

Maybe next time,

leave the prescribing to the doctors.

Sure.

Yeah, that's really gonna stop kids

from experimenting with drugs.

Thanks for your help.

Yeah, well, my mother used
to give me drugs and alcohol

when I was a teenager.

Try to win my affection.

I spent my whole life trying
to dig myself out of that hole.

You want to help her experiment,

help her experiment
with not taking drugs.

'Cause, yeah, it might not work,

but this right here,

this is the alternative.

How you feeling?

What happened?

We had to take you in for surgery,

and in doing so,
I found several lymph nodes

that were severely inflamed.

It turns out you have
Hodgkin's lymphoma.

Cancer.

We caught it very early,

and treating it is gonna be
a tough road,

but I know that you're tougher.

I owe you an apology.

As your doctor, I made a mistake.

I let my prejudices inform my diagnosis.

I assumed something
that I shouldn't have

because you were in a pageant.

I was as judgy as the people
I was ranting about.

And for that, I'm sorry.

You know, for the final three,

there's an interview portion?

Want to know what my answer to
the "who inspires you" question

was going to be?

Yeah, absolutely, I do.

It was Dorothy Klenke Nash.

Ah.

The first female neurosurgeon.

She trained right here in New York,

and started practicing in 1928.

You go, girl.

Ah, look at Orderly Brenner go.

The man's a gladiator!

And Nurse Faldo,

a vision in sage.

Tell us, Amelia, what is
your favourite part of the job?

My paycheck, Marvela.

Lies, you tell.

She's a giver to the core.

Isn't that right, everybody?

And Nurse Zambrano,
I don't have to tell you.

You've already been blown away
by those hot pink Crocs

with the fabulous Jibbitz on them.

Oh, and Dr. Monique,

looking so chic in her new frames.

Mr. Reynolds, you've made
significant improvement,

but in the opinion
of your psychiatric team,

you are not yet fully stabilised.

Therefore, you are hereby
ordered to remain

under psychiatric supervision
a further two weeks.

Ha-hang on.

That's not right.

I've done what they've told me...

Mr. Reynolds, you've stated your case.

No.

I didn't ask to be here.

They put me in here.

They have treated me.

Now I just want to go home.

I can take care of myself, Your Honour.

I cannot, at this juncture,

release you to your own recognisance.

If you have family you can
stay with who can care for you

and monitor your condition
as you continue to adjust,

I will consent to release you
into their aegis,

but that's the best I can do.

I don't have any family.

I'm all I got.

Very well. Then you are ordered...

That's not true.

I'm his son, Your Honour.

I can take care of him.

He can come home with me.

Mr. Reynolds, do you comply?

Yes, Your Honour.

I'm sorry, Warren.

I know this wasn't what you wanted,

but I'm not giving up the fight.

Okay? As long as I'm medical director,
I'm gonna...

Mr. Danova.

You know what, leave me alone.

Look, you don't owe me anything,

but is it possible to talk for a minute?

Ken, I think you've said enough.

It's all going to veterans.

- Excuse me?
- All the proceeds

from the sale
of your mum's home is going

to New Amsterdam's
Wounded Veterans program.

Your mother was adamant
about that stipulation.

We spent a lot of time together,

and you were always at the
centre of every conversation.

She could not have been
more proud of your service.

Hey.

I may have been here for her,

but it's you
who gave her peace in the end.

I'd be happy to share as much as I can.

Whatever you want to know
about our time together.

Yeah, I think I'll take you up on that.

Uh, thanks again for the early drop-off.

The daily logistics of coparenting

are nothing short of running a circus.

Kid coordination is an ever
moving goal post, I get it.

This is for Sameera's science project.

- Okay.
- So have fun with that,

- Bill Nye.
- Thanks.

- You good?
- Yeah, yeah.

Well, you know, I did, uh...

I did have to transfer a psychic janitor

to our holistic medicine
department today, where, uh,

I think he'll actually
fit in really nicely.

- Mm-hmm.
- So, you know, I'm good, yeah.

Just one of those days.

Hm.

- What?
- You...

you seem different.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. Uh, in a good way.

Well, thank you, Martin.

It means a lot that... that you noticed.

- Dad!
- Uh, I got to go.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

Yeah. Bye, kids.

- Love you.
- Thanks.

Hey, I want that homework done tonight.

Welp, that's curtain call.

Our last teen queen has been discharged.

And that is my cue to bow out.

I am heading home.

Or not.

Here we go.

- Vanessa.
- Hey.

- What are you doing here?
- Why don't you answer your phone?

I've called you, like,
a million times today.

- I've not had a second...
- Mum kicked it.

What?

Mum's dead.

Done. Amazing.

It was.

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Mm.

Oh, um...

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Like what?

Oh. Uh...

yeah, like a date.