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The Good Doctor...

I feel something. A crush.

Shaun,
did you change
the surgical plan?

The parameters
it was based on changed.

I adjusted accordingly.

And ignored my instructions?

Your bedside manner
is impressive.

I spent two years
in Afghanistan.

- You okay?
- No, I am not okay.

I'm so sick of this chair.

And I hate that my body
won't do what I want.

And I hate Shaun Murphy.

What exactly
do you want from me?

I am sitting in this chair
because of that surgery.

And everybody here
seems completely fine with it.

I'm not fine with it.

I don't want you to ask me
about my personal life,

and I don't want
to hear about yours.

From now on, our relationship
is medicine only.

Weather,
San Francisco Bay Area.

Monday, 66.

Tuesday, partly cloudy, 67.

Wednesday,
72, sunny. 61 low.

Good morning.

- You had the volume up
very loud.
- Sorry.

I was watching Hairspray
before you got home last night.

At those decibels,
damage to the inner ear
is very possible.

Daddy, chill.
It was only for the last song.

Hm.

- Couldn't sleep again?
- I needed to read these.

If you're feeling
anxious or upset,

you know you can talk to me.

I'm not anxious or upset.

You've already read all those.

Information retention
is increased

by multiple exposures
over time.

I'm sure Lim
just needs some time.

She's struggling to adjust,
which is understandable.

Yes, it's okay.

I still have
Dr. Glassman and Dr. Andrews

as mentors and other friends

I can go to for advice.

Steve always said
that if someone
didn't want to be my friend,

it's their problem.

So I shouldn't worry about it.

Your brother was pretty smart.

Oh. Yes, he was.

Oh, I have to go.

I'm meeting
Dr. Glassman for pancakes.

♪ I'm gonna soak up the sun ♪

♪ I'm gonna tell everyone ♪

♪ To lighten up ♪

♪ I'm gonna tell 'em that ♪

♪ I've got no one to blame ♪

♪ For every time I feel lame ♪

♪ I'm looking up ♪

♪ I'm gonna soak up the sun ♪

♪ I'm gonna
Soak up the sun... ♪

Good morning.

I haven't seen you
around lately.

Yeah, I've been
really busy at work.

- Oh, I know the feeling.
- Mm.

That Murphy guy
still making
your life miserable?

Actually, no.

We had
a very... honest discussion.

I set some boundaries,
feel good about it.

- Nice.
- Mm-hmm.

I bet that's a relief.

Sorry I was such a mess
in the garage last week.

Oh. It was nothing.

Not true, but thank you.

I owe you.

Actually, I could use a ride
to the airport tomorrow.

I have a 6:00 a.m. flight.

- Okay. Um...
- I'm kidding.

I was happy to help.

- Have a good one.
- You too.

♪ ...to lighten up ♪

♪ I'm gonna tell 'em that ♪

♪ I've got no one to blame ♪

♪ For every time
I feel lame... ♪

That was nice.

For once,
my complete clumsiness
actually paid off.

Might change your mind
when you get the cleaning bill.

It was worth every penny.

I'd gladly sacrifice
another shirt
to do it all again.

Hopefully soon?

Or not.

Sorry. I was only in town
to finalize the sale
of our West Coast distributor.

And now that it's done...

Well, I've been looking for
an excuse to visit New York.

I would love that,

but I'm pretty sure
my husband wouldn't.

♪ For every time I feel lame ♪

♪ I'm looking up... ♪

Don't hate me.

We had fun.

♪ I'm gonna soak up the sun ♪

♪ I got my 45 on ♪

♪ So I can rock on ♪

We've got some powder burns

and a penetrating
shrapnel wound.

Ooh. From playing airsoft?

I'm in a historical battle
reenactment club.

I thought some explosions would
make it more realistic and fun.

One of the fireworks went off
when I was setting it up.

It doesn't look too bad.

It was gushing blood.

It's bleeding.
It's not gushing.

I spent a year
as a Navy corpsman
in Afghanistan,

treated hundreds
of shrapnel wounds
that actually were gushing.

You're gonna be fine.

- Can you move your arm?
- Oh.

Yeah.

Aah! Yeah.

A little.

No step-offs,
good range of motion.

The humerus isn't fractured,

which means
Dr. Powell is right.

You're going to be fine.

Irrigate with antibiotic saline
and get a CT to locate
the fragments.

Page me to the OR
when he's prepped for surgery.

Yes. Will do.

Need help over here.

He's in and out
of consciousness.

BP's in the toilet
from massive blood loss.

Damn.

Fluid resuscitation
initiated en route.

- Shark bite?
- Speedboat.

Got run over on
a predawn skinny-dip.

Luckily his girlfriend's
a former lifeguard,

got him to shore,
applied a tourniquet.

What do we got?

An attending who's 20 minutes
late to his call shift.

Total amputation
of the left lower extremity
at the tibiotalar joint.

- Speedboat propeller.
- Thank you.

See how easy
and productive that was?

Oh, grumpy as well as late.
Must've been a rough night.

It was a great night,
and an even better morning,

not that it's
any of your business.

- Oh, then why tell me?
- Because it bothers you.

What's weird is,
this isn't much different
than when they were dating.

One of the many reasons
we're not anymore.

Transfuse four units PRBC
and stay four ahead.

- On it.
- It's a clean cut.

We got six to eight hours
max of ischemic time.

You're gonna try
to reattach it?

I'm gonna do more than try.

And the proper term
is "replant."

Call it whatever you want,
it's still a bad idea.

Lack of
a sensate plantar surface

would make it likely
no better than a prosthetic.

I disagree, and seeing as
I'm the only attending

who's an actual surgeon,
I'll take it from here.

- Where's the foot?
- I assume
at the bottom of the lake.

You mean the top.

Not unless
he was skinny-dipping
with his shoes on.

- Bodies float.
- Severed feet sink.

Okay, wherever it is,
we need to find it fast.

Get police search and rescue
out there ASAP.

Good luck.

I'll call.

Increase fluid
and blood resuscitation.

If we don't get his BP up,
finding his foot won't matter.

Vitals have stabilized.

He's opening his eyes.

I'm Dr. Park.

You're at
St. Bonaventure Hospital.

Can you tell me your name?

Uh, Andy.

You know what city you're in?

San Jose.

Is Brittany here?

Your girlfriend couldn't ride
in the ambulance,

but the EMT said she was
gonna follow in her car.

She's not my girlfriend.

It was our first date.

She saved your life.
Sounds like a keeper.

How many stitches did I need?

She said
the cut was pretty bad.

Andy, I'm sorry,
but your left foot

was completely severed
at the ankle.

What?

It didn't even hurt that much.

You were in hypovolemic shock,

nearly died
from the blood loss.

We need to get you into an OR
to clean and debride the wound.

We'll leave it open for now,

and if we can find the foot,

we'll attempt to replant it.

What do you mean,
if you can find it?

It's in the lake?

Search and rescue
headed to the lake.

I want you guys out there,
as well.

You need to start
antibiotic irrigation

with pulse lavage
as soon as it's found,

and then get it
in an organ transplant unit

and perfuse during transport.

We're on a clock.
Every second counts.

That lake's huge.

You really think
they're gonna find it?

Well, police divers
find weapons

perps toss in the ocean
all the time.

With metal detectors,
which obviously won't--

Go.

He's lucky.

Not even any occult fractures.

It still blows my mind
you fought in a war.

I wish that we could
get a better view

of the recon images

at the level
of the mid to distal humerus.

Oh, we can.

Watch and learn, young Padawan.

Thanks.

That's... a big one.

What made you decide to enlist?

- Did you have family in the--
- I didn't enlist.

I went to the Naval Academy

and got an officer's commission
after graduation.

There's a brachial
artery pseudoaneurysm.

Looks like the only thing
stopping it from rupturing

is the shrapnel wedged
against the vessel wall.

That's... not good.

We have to get him to the OR.

- I'll page Dr. Murphy.
- Mm-hmm.

What're you doing?

This lamp
was in the wrong place.

It seemed fine to me.

You're not as easily distracted
by the environment as I am.

Well, I understand,
but next time,

you mind checking with me

before you start
rearranging furniture?

I think
you'll like the lamps here.

That's not the point.

I have to get to the OR.

Park has more confidence
in the cops than I do.

There's no way
they're gonna find it in time.

I had a cousin who lost
her engagement ring
in a Halloween corn maze.

A year later, the farmer
found it inside an ear of corn.

If you believe that,
there's a Nigerian prince
I'd love to introduce you to.

- It's true.
- No, it's not.

The farmer found it
the same day she lost it,
probably in the bathroom.

He figured he'd let
the commotion die down
before he tried to sell it.

Then someone in his family
got cancer or something else
he needed the Lord's help with.

He couldn't very well pray
for divine intervention

with a hot diamond
in his sock drawer.

You have a very fertile
and cynical imagination.

Thank you.

I've been listening to that
Ten Percent Happier podcast,

so I'm all about
the positive vibes.

Our foot will be found.

I got 20 bucks
says you're wrong.

Oh, come on, Mr. Positive,
you can't lose.

- It's a bet.
- Okay.

Stop being so dramatic.

You stop being so dramatic.

The next one is--
is the top one.

Stop second dealing.

I don't want a pilonidal cyst.

I just had a guy with jock-itch

that was
up to his belly button.

And I just had a guy
with a plantar wart infection
who hasn't changed socks

since
the Carter Administration.

The next one is the top one.

Take it.

Do you have a minute?

Yes.

I was just curious about how
your breakfast with Shaun went.

I canceled.

Uh, I'm worried about him.

He won't admit it,
but I can tell what Lim said
is still really bothering him.

If you're worried about him,
then you should talk to Shaun.

I tried that.
He says he's fine.

It's not just about Shaun.
You know that, right?

No, it's not.
Lim is shutting him out.

'Cause Lim is hurting.

Shaun's gotta take some kind
of responsibility for that.

Why? He didn't hurt her.

It's not so cut and dried,
certainly not to Lim.

- Well, what about for you?
- What about for me?

If Shaun's
got a problem with Lim,
then he's gotta deal with it.

A medial longitudinal incision

is used to extend the wound
above and below.

Next steps, Dr. Powell?

Place clamps
both proximal and distal,
locate the foreign bodies,

and remove and suture
with a 6-0 running.

That's exactly right.

Place the vascular clamps.

The Navy
definitely gave you

some good training
in trauma care.

Is that why you went
to the Academy?

Thought it would help you
get into med school?

Can we get
a little bit more irrigation, please?

Did you ever want work
on a fishing boat?

At my high school,
the people who talked about
joining the military

also wanted to work
on fishing boats in Alaska.

I hate fishing.
It's both cruel and boring.

Hm.

I'm guessing
the shrapnel in Afghanistan

didn't have clown faces
printed on it?

Nope.

Wait, can I see that?

That looks like it's from
a propulsive charge,
not a shell.

- What's the difference?
- Shut off the electrocautery.

- There's still some bleeding--
- No, no, no, don't!

Aah!

What the hell was that?

Firework mortar
the electrocautery detonated.

His brachial artery's shredded.

We stopped the bleeding
and restored blood flow
to your arm,

but it's only a partial fix.

You'll need more tests
and then surgery
to do a tissue flap

and to stabilize
the shattered humerus.

How could it explode again?

Aerial fireworks
have two explosive charges.

The shrapnel
from the propulsive charge

obstructed the CT view
of the undetonated mortar.

You're very lucky.
If it had exploded
in the field,

you would've bled to death
in under 90 seconds.

Ah, I don't feel very lucky.

We can increase
your hydromorphone.

You can pretend that you're
in a combat support hospital.

Make it all part
of the "realistic fun."

Mm.

I doubt that will help,
but you can try.

Ah, it feels like it's on fire.

Almost done. For now.

We'll need to repeat this
every two hours

to make sure you're ready to go
the moment the foot arrives.

Can you check my phone again?

Nothing yet. Sorry.

I know
it was just a first date,

but... I thought
it was going really well.

I always think that,

and then find out
I talked too much
or not enough,

or she actually did like me,

but she's heading off
to grad school

or doesn't want
anything exclusive.

She's probably
stuck in traffic.

Maybe-- Maybe some people
are just meant to be alone.

Yeah, I met
a great woman last night.

Found out this morning
she was married.

That's in the wake of a divorce

and a serious relationship
that crashed and burned
a few months ago.

You know,
finding the right person,
it's pretty damn hard.

You gotta keep trying.

Dr. Park and I
are very different.

You can't have
your own office, Murphy.

But prior attendings--

Were hired
when we had different
budgetary constraints.

Okay, Dr. Park and I
have different work methods.

Neither of us
can perform at our best
in a shared office.

There are no other offices available,

and I'm quite confident
you and Park can make it work.

You're just gonna have to make
a few compromises.

- Mm. But--
- And if I know Park,

I'm guessing
he's already made a few,
which means...

it's your turn.

Officer Baxter?

That's me.

Dr. Perez, this is Dr. Allen.

No foot yet.

Just a bunch of old ball caps,

beer bottles,
and dirty diapers.

Some people just don't
deserve nice things.

- Was that on the bottom?
- Yeah.

Actually got us excited
for a minute.

I'd find some shade.

We're gonna be here a while.

It's really important that
we find it as soon as possible.

We'll find it when we find it.

Okay.

All right, well,
I'll be right back.

I got a beach towel
in my trunk.

You going for a swim?

No, just want to be able
to sit down without
getting my pants dirty.

Oh. Look at you, all prepared.

- Yep.
- Such a Boy Scout!

What about me?

It's big enough for both of us.

Severe trauma
to the distal subclavian.

We can do the bypass
more proximally
than we'd planned.

I've seen it done
in a Role 3 field hospital.

It'll work.

Surprised you're so invested.

You certainly didn't seem
that sympathetic in the room.

I shouldn't have said that.

I can see how it would be
upsetting to deal with a guy

who thinks combat
is a fun game to play.

- Were you ever in actual--
- I was wrong.

Well, it's okay.
We all let our personal--

No, I mean about the bypass.

There's avulsion
of multiple nerves
just beyond the plexus.

So even if we can
restore blood flow,

the arm would still be immobile
and without sensation.

We're gonna have to amputate.

We're not going to do that.

We can use external fixation
to stabilize the fracture,

thoracotomy for the
subclavian artery bypass,

and repair
the peripheral nerves
with sural grafts from his leg.

There are
multiple nerves damaged.

Then we will find
multiple solutions.

We are not going to amputate.

Dr. Murphy, we need to talk.

I'm busy.

So am I, so I'll make it fast.

Keep looking for a solution
to those nerve injuries.

I will be right back.

Really? Uh...

And my desk is facing a window?

I also moved my desk
several inches.

Dr. Andrews said we both
needed to make compromises.

Okay, Shaun,
I told you this morning--

Yes, now neither of us
will be bothered

because we won't be facing
each other as we work.

I'm not bothered by that,
and if you are,

then you should turn
your desk around.

No, no, no, no, no.
I can't work facing a window.

People constantly
walking by outside--

You're not the only person who
needs a comfortable environment

to do their job.

Now, I don't care
what you do with your stuff,

but do not move
or touch anything
that belongs to me again.

Page me if you find
a surgical solution.

Murphy wants his own office.

- Is that surprising?
- No.

What was surprising
was him coming to me
instead of his supervisor.

Okay.
I'm not sure why you're
sharing that with me.

Is there a problem
between Murphy and Lim
I should be aware of?

Maybe.

Care to elaborate?

If there's a problem
between Lim and Shaun,
why are you asking me?

Because I value your insight,

and I'm under the impression

that they're both
close friends of yours.

Okay, so it's
definitely my responsibility
to sort that out.

Mm...

Not a bad spot
for a post-date skinny-dip.

As long as you stay out
of the speedboat lane.

Mm-hmm.

You're not a skinny-dipper?

Definitely not.

Ooh. A strong aversion. Interesting.

Ahh. Is it the--
uh, the cold water, the nudity,
or you just hate swimming?

All of the above.

I don't do outdoor naked
or outdoor hookups.

Mm.

Same goes for cars,
airplanes, elevators.

Mm.

I'm more of a comfortable,
private spot type of girl.

Good to know.

I definitely agree
on the planes and elevators,

and I'm not a big fan
of cars myself,

but, uh, tractor combines...

phew, they're
a whole 'nother story.

- Tractor combines?
- Mm-hmm.

I don't know. Just something
about being high up,

looking out over
a few hundred acres of alfalfa
blowing in the breeze.

- What?
- You are a strange dude.

And why do you keep
a beach towel in your trunk?

I do yoga in the park
after work.

Ah, yes, the yoga.

- You should try it sometime.
- Mm.

Might help soften up
some of that cynicism.

I'd rather be cynical
than gullible.

Found a diamond ring
in an ear of corn.

Oh, God. It's true, all right?
You can ask my dad.

He's known that farmer
his entire life.

And now I know
where you got it from.

The apple doesn't fall far
from the alfalfa.

Okay.

There's an active bleed
at the debridement site.

- BP's plummeting.
- Damn it.

We have to get
the stump closed.

No, that'll make it impossible
to replant his foot.

There's still time
for them to find it.

I just need to stop the bleed.

I can't
get the bleeding under control.

If I ligate,
it'll clot, but if I don't,

the reduced flow will destroy
everything we've already fixed.

Still no word?

I just got off the phone
with Dr. Allen.

They still haven't found it.

Let's get him to the OR.
We need to fully
close the wound.

You tried your best.

What're you doing, Murphy?

Oh. Setting up my new office.

No, you're not.
I told you there was
no extra space.

But you were wrong.

Nurse Hawks told me this room

has not been used
by anyone in months.

Because we need it for storage.

We can still use it
for storage.

There's room for my new desk
and all this other stuff,

which won't distract me
by sharpening pencils,
doing back stretches,

looking at me, or breathing.

Fine. For now.

But as soon as
someone needs it,
I'm kicking you out.

Thank you, Dr. Andrews!

Yeah.

Okay.

Got it.

You owe me 20 bucks.

We still have another hour.

Park couldn't control
the bleeding.

He's moving the guy to the OR
to close the wound.

We can still scrub in
if we beat traffic.

Hey! Where are you going?

I got five little piggies
that need to go home.

Page Park.

Already am.

We need to repair the left
subclavian artery first.

But we still need a way
to get distal control.

Couldn't we just extend
the incision

to the supraclavicular one?

No. That risks transection
of the phrenic nerve.

So, why did you want to join
the Navy?

Couldn't afford to pay
for college?

You wanted to see the world?

Why are you
so obsessed with this?

I'm just... curious.
I'm trying to get to know you.

Clearly, you have some sort
of judgmental notion

about the type of people
that join the military.

I'm not judging you.
I'm genuinely impressed.

Because I know how to treat
a puncture wound and read a CT?

Do you have such low
expectations of all veterans
or just the amputees?

Hello.
I have resolved the issue.

We use biopolymer grafts
to repair multiple nerves.

Oh. I can definitely think
more clearly in my new office.

Great.

Forceps.

Some of the
tissues edges look necrotic.

You gonna be able
to remove it all?

Hope so.
Grab the DeBakey scissors

and cut off
the non-viable tissue.

You mind keeping
your eyes on the road?

Sorry. It's just...
that's pretty cool.

6-0 on a prolene castro.

Get the transplant unit
open and ready.

It's been seven hours
of cold ischemia time.

We gotta get it perfused ASAP.

All right.

It's nearing
the eight-hour mark.

They got off
the freeway four minutes ago.

Could be traffic.

No, they're in
a squad car with a siren.

Which you'd think
would make people
get out of the way,

but apparently not.

Nice color. Healthy edges.

Great work.
Scrub in, and let's do this.

Biopolymer grafts
aren't going to work.

The gap's too wide.

Nerve defects from
the explosion are too big.

Even if
we bridge the nerves,

what do we do about
all this bleeding?

We have to amputate.

We have no choice.

Dr. Murphy?

We can do
an end-to-side neurorrhaphy

with coaptation
of the distal stump

of the transected nerves
to adjacent donor nerves.

But what do we do
about the bleeding?

- If we can't stop it--
- We can facilitate anastomosis

by using
the parachute technique.

- We're running out of time.
- I can do it.

Stabilizing
the ankle joint.

Matching the ends
of the posterior tibial
and dorsalis pedis arteries.

His date ever show up?

- Nope.
- Use 7-0 prolenes.

I sort of feel bad for the guy.

In all fairness, was it right
for him to expect her to?

Well, seems like
the decent thing to do.

Repairing the vena comitans
and saphenous vein.

Saving his life wasn't enough?

Ah, she still could show up,

and this could be a crazy story
they tell their kids one day.

Sorry, Mr. Positive,
but that will
definitely not happen.

You never know.
Most of the people I know

who are in great relationships
had super rocky starts.

I can't get
any pulse on the foot.

The anastomosis sites
are hemostatic.

Hey,
check Doppler at the femoral,

then work your way down
to where the flow stops.

Good in the groin.

No flow here.

He's thrombosed all the way
to his popliteal.

We may have
just saved his foot,
but killed his leg.

Shaun?

I just saved my patient's arm.

I heard that. That--
That's good-- good work.

Do you like my new office?

No, I don't. I don't like it.

Mm. I've already talked
to Dr. Andrews.

- He agreed--
- It's a bad idea.

No. Dr. Park and I distract
and annoy each other.

We will both do
better work if--

- That's the reason? Really?
- Yes, it is.

Why are you isolating yourself?

I'm not.

You're the one who canceled
our breakfast.

Because I don't want to have
to deal with this, Shaun.

I'm a--

I'm angry with you.

Oh.

- Why?
-"Why?"

Because of Lim's surgery.
Because I told you
exactly what to do...

- No. No.
- ...and you didn't
listen to me.

- The parameters changed.
- You went ahead and you--

and you did the procedure
you wanted to do all along.

Yes, the parameters changed.
I made the right decision.

Shaun, Lim is paralyzed.

You're the surgeon.
You have to take some kind
of responsibility for that.

You shouldn't be angry with me.

- Dr. Lim shouldn't be
angry with me.
- She--

She is paralyzed, Shaun.

Mm. I saved her life.
I made the right choice.

You're acting like a child.

No. No. I'm not.

You're acting like you did
back in high school,

like you did at--
at the beginning of med school.

You're a grown man, Shaun.

You're--
You're a married man now.

You got to take
some kind of responsibility, accountability.

You're running away.

You're-- You're--
You're shrinking
your world around you.

You're-- You're retreating.

You're wrong.

You are being mean
and calling me a child.

- Shaun...
- And you are taking
Dr. Lim's side--

Shaun,
you can't shrug this off.

I do not want you in my office.

Leave now!

We successfully repaired
your shoulder.

Thank you.

Please don't play
with any more fireworks.

You are lucky to have
survived your own ignorance.

Yeah.

At the very least, stick
to the non-explosive ones.

I'll just, uh,
stick to watching them
on the 4th of July.

Probably for the best.

Mm.

With lots of rehab,
you should regain
full function of your arm.

Mm.

Feel that?

Just a small pinch.

Well, that's exactly
what we want.

Six months of PT,
and you should be up
on your feet walking again.

Thanks, Doc, for holding out
and not giving up on me...

and my foot.

Do me a favor?

Take a picture of me
and that gnarly scar.

- This for Brittany?
- Nah.

My new profile pic.

You will stand out.

I'm sorry I offended you.

I grew up very... sheltered.

I'm still trying
to figure things out
and play catch-up

and get past
my limited sense
of imagination...

which is just a long way
of saying that yes,

I was being ignorant
and judgy and...

I hope you can forgive me.

I, um, tore my ACL.

Um...

growing up,
my dream was to play
Division 1 soccer,

and I was pretty good.

Junior year of high school,
I had a dozen offers
for a full ride.

That's impressive.

The first game of senior year,
I tore my ACL trying to
slide tackle a midfielder.

And just like that,
every D-1 school rescinded.

The only place
that still wanted me
was the Naval Academy.

I never really had much
interest in the military,

but, hey, the tuition was free.

I was promised a roster spot.

I played
all four years on varsity,

and we even won
the Patriot League championship
my senior year.

Nine months later,
I was deployed to Afghanistan.

That sounds horrible.

Not at all.

Joining the Navy
was the best decision
I ever made.

I enjoyed
our field trip.

I had
a good time, too.

Being away from the hospital
and all that. Yeah.

It's definitely
nice out here.

I might even
have to come back
for a swim.

You could
bring a date.

Not a bad idea.

Just need to find
the right person.

Hm.

The bet.

Yes. The bet.

I'm sorry. I just...

I can't.

Need some help?

Although, it's after 5:00,
so I'd have to charge you
time and a half.

Sweet of you to offer,
but I think I got this.

- Ohh!
- You sure?

It'd be a shame if this...

$70 bottle of olive oil
hit the ground.

Well, I had a good day.
I splurged a bit.

Good idea.

I'm sure you deserve it.

You do, too.

For saving me twice.

Can I offer you a taste?

I got a baguette at Listo's,
a Brie, a Gouda.

It's a deal.

Thanks.

This is nice.

Talking to someone
I don't have to supervise
or be serious with.

I agree.

I just realized
I don't know what you do.

I'm a professional
hockey player.

Okay, I know that's a joke.

Now I just have to decide
if that means
you love hockey or hate it.

Now I'm curious
what you'll decide.

Hmm. Let's see.

- You grew up in Michigan.
- Mm-hmm.

You appear to have
all your teeth.

Oh, but they're also perfect,

which means
they could be veneers.

I'm gonna say
you're a Pistons fan
that hates hockey.

It's like you can see
right through me.

And my job?

Clearly, you're the
parking garage attendant.

Or you're just stalking me.

I'm a marketing exec
at Greenzy.

Mm.

I have no idea
what you guys do,
but I know your building.

There's an amazing
Chilean restaurant
right across the street.

- Valeska's.
- Oh, I love that place.

I've been craving
their sopapillas.

We should take care
of that craving.

Dinner at Valeska's sometime?

Definitely.

Mm, yeah.

- You okay?
- Yes.

Thinking about work.

I saved my patient's arm today.

I should be happy.

So why aren't you?

If this is about
your fight with Glassman--

I'm thinking about
my patient's shoulder.

I have to go.

- Dr. Glassman!
- Okay! Okay!

Okay! Okay. What?

- Are you okay?
- Yes.

I know how to fix it.

I know how to fix everything.

There's a surgery
that will cure Lim's paralysis.

Oh.

Okay.