Original subtitles

For millennia, humans have wondered,

where does our sense of self reside in the body?

Ancient Egyptians believed the answer was in our hearts.

But the Greeks...

If you all wouldn't mind, um, silencing your phones.

The Greeks believed our self and identity

was formed in the brain.

However, in modern times,

the question remains unanswered.

I'm sorry, but whoever's phone keeps going off,

be a champ and step out, would you?

We don't hear anything.

What is this, some kind of a prank?

No one hears that?

What is he talking about?

Seriously, what is that?

Where's it coming from?

Does the chief know you're pocketing hospital supplies?

Uh, well, I certainly hope not,

'cause that guy is a real pain.

Listen, Wolf, I, um...

I wanted to say thank you for all the care you've taken

with Jorge and his recovery.

Well, that is how it works, Nichols.

You save them on the table even when they fall 39 floors

to what should have been certain death,

and I make sure

that they are set up for recovery when they wake up.

I know you go above and beyond.

That is a frustrating thing that you do.

But it means a lot to me with this patient.

Does that mean you trust my judgment now

and you'll give me free rein of the neuro budget?

Maybe if I wasn't such a pain.

What was that?

The flirting, the looks, the yearning.

You and the chief.

Interim chief.

And there's nothing to tell.

Wolf, how long have we been working together?

Uh, not that long.

You know I'm never gonna let this go.

- It was a fleeting dalliance. - A situationship?

Never DTR'ed?

We're totally different people.

We didn't even get along at first.

-Workplace enemies to lovers. Classic.

Well, things were actually going well at first

until life got complicated.

I stood him up at his awards dinner.

You left that man on his big night,

standing alone in a tux in the rain?

I don't think it was raining.

You don't make it easy on a guy, Wolf.

But now I need my dads together.

- No, no, no. He's chief. - Interim chief.

And that didn't stop your mother.

Mm. It's "Gay's Anatomy" up in here,

and I am fully invested.

Sam, how have you been?

It feels like I'm caught in this loop.

Every day is...

Every day is the same. I wake up.

The clock starts again.

I've got 12 hours to figure out where I'm gonna sleep next.

Shelters...

fill up quick.

I wander around the city,

pop in for a movie at the dollar theater when the weather's bad.

I like the old ones where they talk a lot.

It helps drown out the noise.

Well, when I need cash, I, uh...

I hustle chess at the park.

You know, it's not much, but it gets me by.

And, then, um, I do it all over again.

Being unhoused can lock the brain

into a trauma response state.

It makes us feel trapped in a survival-mode cycle.

It's my fault.

People don't trust me.

They... They assume I'm an addict.

I make them uncomfortable.

You are a worthless!

Expendable.

You shouldn't be here.

I said get out!

Can you tell us more about the voices?

It's like demons...

in my head.

What about medication?

-Uh, I think the E.D. gave you Risperidone.

Mnh-mnh, mnh-mnh.

I don't like what they give me.

It turns me into something else.

A-A zombie.

I don't feel like me anymore.

Well, that's not uncommon.

It takes time

to find the medication and the dosage

that works best for you.

And that's my job.

The emergency department's job is to stabilize you

and to provide a hot and cot for our psych patients.

It's good enough for me.

Well, it's not good enough for us.

We can do better.

Sam has had 25 hospitalizations

since his first psychotic break four years ago,

after he moved here to attend NYU.

And exactly zero of those times did he get a true workup

to see if any of his symptoms were organic.

I thought he was diagnosed with schizophrenia.

Yes, by some doctors.

Schizoaffective by others, even bipolar.

Everybody always writes Sam off because of his situation.

I actually didn't see any presentation of mania

or any other signs of an episode.

Schizophrenia is the more probable diagnosis.

A psych diagnosis, Dr. Kinney,

which after all these years and how he's presented,

does seem the most likely scenario here.

Which doesn't mean

that we can't figure out a treatment

to help him better navigate his life.

But there's probably no miracle cure that's gonna "fix him."

I know that.

But Sam told us he was ready to get help,

and he showed back up for his first appointment.

I just think he deserves good, genuine, unbiased care,

because his is not the type of case

that people take an interest in.

So, then why the interest from you, Dr. Kinney?

Because you taught us that every patient matters.

And because you're the best teacher I've ever had, Dr. Wolf.

And also you, Dr. Pierce. - Mm-hmm.

Well, I cannot argue with my own advice.

Go ahead and admit Sam.

I agree.

I know she takes after me, but I'm not that...

relentlessly persistent, am I?

Mm.

I think, um...

it's time for the next step,

as in our relationship.

I was thinking that maybe you could meet my friends.

- Okay. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - Alright.

Well, a group of first responders and I

started a kickball league.

It's super casual.

We go to Flanagan's afterwards.

And there's a game tomorrow...

Uh...

count me in.

I've always been a sandlot girly.

That's baseball.

- Right. - Yeah.

Your next consult's waiting inside, Dr. Wolf.

Chart's on the desk. - Thank you.

-Hey there. I'm Dr. Wolf. How are you doing today?

Already better now that you're here.

Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.

Well, why don't you tell me what's going on?

-Um, well, I'm... I'm experiencing, uh...

I don't even know what to call it.

A song.

A song?

I keep hearing it sporadically,

one particular song.

It's like a radio turning on and off in my head.

It's incredibly distracting.

I'm in the city for work,

and it's completely derailed my trip.

What do you do?

I'm somewhat of a historian.

I specialize in the fringe facets of medicine.

Oh. Did you know that mercury

was the primary treatment of syphilis

for hundreds of years...

Before the discovery of penicillin in the 1940s.

Uh, you haven't changed a bit.

I'm sorry?

You really don't recognize me, Oliver?

Tom?

H-How are you here?

I happened to be in New York and in need of a neurologist.

And your name... Your name kept coming up.

I wasn't sure if you'd remember me.

Well, of... of course.

I-I remember you.

Is it happening right now?

I need your help, Oliver.

And again, tell me where the sound is the loudest.

The first position...

Or the second position?

The first one.

Okay.

I'm so glad you could see me, Oliver.

I feel like I'm losing my mind.

Uh, and you were right to come in.

I would like to admit you, just to run some tests.

Uh, it's comforting to see that some things never change.

You're still collecting rocks.

Oh. Not a rock, a mineral.

Lepidolite, to be specific.

It's actually one of the few

naturally occurring resources of lithium. So...

Okay. Um, if you could tell me a little bit about the song.

When you hear it, are there other symptoms...

flashing lights or muscle weakness, pain?

It's not exactly painful,

but there's like a pressure that builds in my head.

I try to relieve it sometimes

by holding my nose and blowing to pop my ears.

It... It seems to dampen the effect a bit.

Can I ask what song is playing?

Maybe there's some significance.

Well, that's what's so funny.

Oliver knows it.

It's that song from our summer together.

But what could it possibly mean?

It means that he never forgot you

and that he's back to rekindle the flame, honey.

It was 30 years ago.

"Oh! I still can't believe that Tom is here."

Okay. I honestly thought that you made him up,

like a Canadian boyfriend no one ever meets.

He wasn't a boyfriend at all, Canadian or otherwise.

It was one summer.

We shared one kiss.

One magical summer...

and one clearly memorable kiss.

And I love the idea of you dating again.

I mean, I sometimes worry

that you don't think that you're relationship material,

but you are. - "Relationship material"?

Carol, please don't mock me.

I'm not. I'm being serious.

I mean, I thought you and Josh

were kind of circling something again, but...

-Why do you say that? Did he say something?

Is there something you want to say?

Well, don't you think that my relationship with Josh

proves that I'm not relationship material?

I messed everything up.

So unmess it up, then.

I don't know how to do that.

But I do know neurology,

so perhaps we could focus on that

instead of my love life.

If we must.

Tom's case is exceedingly unique.

Although music is obviously such a powerful force in our psyche,

in his case, it's hard to know

whether it's organic or purely psychological.

Maybe seeing you again

is triggering him to hear your song.

This isn't a bad romantic comedy, Carol.

He heard the song before he came in.

The song is incidental.

I'm worried it might be symptomatic of a tumor

or AVM maybe.

Auditory hallucinations can accompany

all sorts of psych diagnoses.

Um, do you have any ideas about his mental-health history?

I haven't seen him in decades.

I don't know who he is at all.

Well, maybe this is an opportunity to get to know him.

I'm gonna get to know his brain,

starting with labs, a CT, and an EEG

to get a sense of what's going on in there

when that song is playing.

Well, maybe the machine

will spit out a picture of the two of you.

We're supposed to tell our patients

that they're gonna feel a slight pinch,

but it's more like a jellyfish sting.

We're gonna need you to stay completely still.

I-I can handle a little pain.

Okay. We've numbed the area with local anesthetic,

so you're gonna feel some slight pressure.

You're a waste of space!

You are weak.

You're expendable.

- poison me! This is how they get you.

They're after your mind!

They'll make things worse!

This is how you die!

Sam, you got to remain still.

I think I hit a nerve.

We can't continue with him in this state.

For patients with schizophrenia, sedatives can help.

No! He doesn't want the drugs.

So, then, this procedure is over.

-It's okay. It's okay, Sam. It's okay.

I... It's okay. You're okay.

- Here. We got you. - You're okay, you're okay.

I finally got approval to do a workup on Sam,

but it's basically impossible to stick a needle in his spine

without the voices in his head yelling.

-Mm. LP fail. We've all been there, right?

- Spinal tap queen. - I haven't.

How about I work on Sam

and you go play kickball with Katie and her friends?

-Come on. Sports plus strangers

equals peak Dana Dang social anxiety.

Unless...

You'd like to come with.

No. No, no.

I'm sorry. It's a ticking clock.

I don't know how much longer

will be able to keep Sam in the hospital.

Yeah, but what about the voices in my head...

the one saying "They're all gonna laugh at you"?

Oh, my God. Dana, that's it.

I told Sam to ignore the hallucinations,

but how can I expect him to do that

if I don't know what he's hearing?

If I want to get Sam to trust me,

I have to find out what they're saying.

So glad my deeply rooted insecurities helped someone.

I'll go with him.

I mean, fair warning, though, I get a little competitive.

-Really? You'd play kickball for me?

Yeah. Used to be my game back in middle school.

Those bitches won't know what hit him.

-Okay. Maybe don't call him bitches.

Mmm.

Slow your roll, Bobby Fischer.

Work our way to the knight.

If the board was a battlefield, pawns were...

Sorry.

Pawns are, uh, the least powerful pieces.

Sam, what did you hear just now?

Sometimes it's like, uh, it feels like

10 different radio stations on at the same time.

Chess helps me, uh, shut them up.

Can I ask what the voices are saying?

It's not really easy to tell.

Unless it's Lawrence.

He's the loudmouth.

Right now he's saying I'm the pawn...

I'm weak...

expendable,

waste of space.

He said there was no point in doing the test,

because if I died,

nobody would miss me.

I-I know it's not real.

But, uh...

You hear the same voice long enough,

you start to believe it.

Lawrence...

hi.

Listen carefully.

You're wrong.

Sam isn't weak at all.

He is brave.

He is brave to be here right now.

He is brave to get help.

And if anything were to happen to him...

I would miss him.

Maybe, uh, we could try the test again.

You got it.

And I might have a way to get you through it this time.

You know what song lives rent-free in my head?

"Golden" from "KPop Demon..." - "KPop Demon Hunters."

Oh, I'm obsessed.

I like him!

Tom, uh, why don't you get comfortable,

and the moment you hear the song,

let us know. - Well, it may take a while.

I'm not sure what triggers the episodes.

-Darn. How will we pass the time?

Ooh, I know. Dishing about Dr. Wolf.

Tell me, Tom, what was he like in his youth?

Sorry.

Um, smart, a bit intense.

Handsome, but didn't know it.

Woefully ignorant of popular culture.

When I finally did get him to open up,

it felt like I'd solved the Riemann hypothesis.

Weird.

He's totally an open book now.

What's happening?

The song is actually a seizure.

And it's frying his brain.

Dr. Wolf, he's lucky he hasn't dropped dead.

I'm having seizures?

Well, shouldn't I be aware of that?

Uh, not all seizures are the same.

In your case, the ictal event

manifests as this song in your head.

Each time you hear the song, it represents another seizure.

We call it musical hallucinations.

Most musical hallucinations stem from psychiatric issues.

It's actually quite rare for seizures to present this way.

If I've been having uncontrolled seizures for days,

I'm at risk of brain damage, at the very least.

It's true the frequency of your seizures is extreme,

but you did get here in time,

and we'll continue to monitor you closely.

And we'll start you on an anticonvulsant right away,

if that's the course of treatment you agree to.

We can try you on various medications

until we find the right one to help suppress the seizures.

We're gonna get this under control, Tom.

Thank you.

I knew I needed you.

On your way to Dr. Nichols' office?

Yes...

for a patient consult.

Oh, consulting about the cute Brit in 311

who I hear is also your ex?

I didn't know, you got around like that, Wolf.

But clearly this is an opportunity.

Um... I don't follow.

Hey, if I wanted to make my ex jealous,

I might let them know that my other ex

had specifically come to me about his seizures,

especially if they're hot British seizures.

But that's just me.

Yes, that is just you, because I would never.

Okay.

You have time for a consult?

What's up?

Patient with musical hallucinations

presenting as seizures.

EEG reveals left temporal lobe epilepsy.

Musical epilepsy?

Oh, interesting.

Temporal lobe localized events have been known

to activate musical memory traces in the cortex.

How often are the seizures? - Frequent.

Are they responding to medication?

I started him on levetiracetam,

but I thought maybe you'd want to meet him,

because this could be a once-in-a-lifetime case.

Yeah, sure.

I should let you know,

because I don't want it to be awkward

that the patient is my ex.

Right this way, sir.

What is going on?

Welcome to the LP Theater!

You did this just for me?

Studies have shown that a relaxing activity like a movie

can help decrease the intensity of the voices you're hearing.

An old classic.

Lots of talking.

And after the procedure, we'll open up the snack bar.

Popcorn, chocolate, gummy bears.

- You got any sour punch straws? - Mm...

all you can eat.

Shall we head to your front-row seat?

Oh, Tom.

Uh, this is...

Dr. Nichols, our head of neurosurgery.

And Chief Medical Officer.

And that.

Pleasure.

Uh, sorry for the state of undress when you walked in.

I just had to freshen up after all those tests.

Though I suppose it's nothing Oliver hasn't seen before.

Right. Wolf, uh, mentioned you two used to date.

It was just, uh, one kiss ages ago.

- One... One kiss. - One... One kiss ages ago.

But it left quite the impression.

We have a code blue in 311!

Alright. It's alright.

I got you.

He's having progressive temporal lobe seizures.

Draw 1 milligram of Ativan, stat. Tom?

Tom, Tom!

Hey, I need you to listen to me.

Stop! You're gonna hurt yourself.

Wolf, his ear.

That was a life-threatening tonic clonic seizure.

Normally, I would keep trying meds.

But this ictal event was clearly an escalation.

Surgery has to be on the table.

I know this is presenting primarily

as a musical hallucination, but...

The next time he hears that song,

it might be the last thing he ever hears.

Unfortunately, your brain is not responding

to any of the medications we've tried,

and it appears your seizures are getting worse.

We think you have drug-resistant epilepsy,

meaning the normal course of medication won't work.

One of the avenues we'd like to explore

is a resection of the temporal lobe

that's causing the seizures to occur.

- Brain surgery? - With seizures that intense,

the risk of permanent brain injury

or worse is high.

Yeah, we're not rushing straight to surgery.

We will perform something called a Wada test.

Where you shut down each side of the brain

to figure out where language and memory

are primarily stored?

We know the source of your seizures

is the left temporal lobe.

We need to see how tied to these functions

that area is in your particular brain.

- Dad, Dad, Dad! - Guys!

Oh! - I am so sorry.

We got here as fast as we could.

I can't believe this! - I know.

This must be his good friend.

Where are my manners?

I'm Rashid, Tom's husband.

-Dang! Get over here! Come loosen up!

Don't you pulling a hammie.

I'm loose.

Loosey freaking Liu!

Hey, I'm so glad you're here.

- Sure. - Okay. Come on.

Alright, everybody!

Bring it in to pick teams.

Everybody, come on!

Andy and I are captains.

Alright. For my first choice,

I am going with a sure bet.

They are quick, funny, brilliant with a pen light

and on a six-game hot streak...

Lex!

Lex!

To be clear...

my hot streak isn't just confined to kickball.

Alright, you're up.

It's all negative.

The imaging, the LP.

Dr. Wolf confirmed there is nothing here.

Just false hope.

I disagree.

You got Sam a true diagnosis.

Yeah. And for what?

Now I'm just gonna send him out in the world

so he can keep reliving that same day,

to keep reliving that same trauma?

How is that helping him?

It may not be the outcome you wanted,

but people live with schizophrenia every day.

You got Sam to trust you.

He's willing to do the work.

Now you have to trust him

to manage his own life and treatment.

I just wish it didn't have to be so hard for him.

You can't wave a wand

and make someone's life magically different.

You can't erase the past.

Healing takes time

and work

and acknowledging reality.

And sometimes that's as difficult for doctors

as it is for their patients.

Hey, Van, do you think I could get your help with a patient?

Actually, I need Michelle's help.

Call me back.

Hey, good job.

You good?

I can't believe she didn't even pick me for her team.

Don't worry about it.

Oh...

Hey, y-you think Katie dated her?

I think she dated them.

Who... Lex?

No, like all of them,

like the entire infield.

Oh!

Alright. Bring it in shallow.

You got it, coach.

Come on, Dana! You got this!

Show them who's boss! Let's go!

Whoo! Yes!

-Alright. No, no, no. Don't get up.

Head support, please.

So sorry.

Oh, uh, you okay?

The Wada test found that in your case,

language and memory come from both

temporal lobes in your brain.

The risk would be lower if they came from the opposite side

of the temporal lobe causing seizures.

And much greater

if they're primarily stored on the same side.

I understand.

So, it's somewhere in the middle?

So, what do we do?

In this particular case,

given how aggressive your episodes are,

I believe the risk of surgery is worth it.

A temporal lobotomy will likely cure

or markedly diminish your seizures.

But there are risks... stroke, paralysis, infections,

and, in extreme cases, difficulties with language,

possible loss of old memories,

and the inability to form new ones.

So, I-I could wake up with amnesia.

I-I could forget my family, my friends, my past.

I have done this procedure hundreds of times,

and I'm not boasting when I say

that you will be in the very best hands.

Ever since this started, it has warped my brain.

To maybe lose my memory,

to forget the people that I love,

to forget...

I just... I just don't know.

I heard you've opted to reject the surgery.

May I ask why?

Because I don't want to stop hearing the song.

Tom, the song isn't important.

These seizures are serious... life-threatening.

Maybe they're happening for a reason.

Since I started hearing it,

I've been transported back to our time together.

More than just the memory.

The feeling.

As intense as it was all those years ago.

Do you remember, Oliver?

I do. Of course I do.

It's like going back to a simpler time

when everything was just... possibility.

Will you go somewhere with me?

Hey. Good news.

Michelle found a place that'll hold a bed for Sam.

It'll cost him to get the bus out there,

but I gave her your number,

and she's going to call you with the details.

Oh, amazing!

Really going all out for this patient,

Yeah, well, I mean, you know how I am.

Thank you so much for this, Van.

Um, could I ask just a favor in return?

Yeah.

Um, it's a little awkward,

and it might not even come up,

but if it does, uh,

could you just tell Michelle

that there's nothing between us anymore?

-Yeah. Of course. I mean, it's true.

Are you guys back together?

Uh, we haven't had, like, the official conversation yet,

but, uh, yeah, we are.

That sounds really nice.

You deserve it.

Things are working out for both of us.

I mean, look at you being all super-doctor.

You're gonna end up out-Wolfing Wolf.

Except, like, the actual functional human version.

Sports just aren't my thing.

Well, neither is making an effort

to get along with my friends, apparently.

It was a lot, okay?

All the butt slaps and the side eyes.

And what is with all of the chanting?

Organized sports are literally a cult.

Okay. It can be a lot.

I guess I could have given you a heads up.

I'm sorry.

My friends are a little bit easier to get along with is all.

Easy? Or judgmental?

The way that Ericka reacted when you told her

it was you who reported Dr. Pierce...

I was the one that lied to her.

And since when do you not like Ericka?

It's not that I don't like her.

No one's that perfect.

There's something off about her.

Sam, we've reviewed your paperwork,

and there is no evidence of any structural abnormality.

You are physically perfectly healthy.

What you're struggling with is psychiatric.

Yeah.

I honestly can't say I'm surprised.

Thanks for trying, though.

I guess this means I gotta go.

We do have to discharge you.

But that's not the end of your care.

Beginning tomorrow,

I'd like to see you three times a week,

with the goal... if you're comfortable...

of starting you on a low-dose neuroleptic.

- That's... - Not all meds are the same.

And with therapy,

we can find non-medical interventions

that will help you better live with the voices.

How does that sound?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Uh, think I can grab a few things for the road?

You're... You're not gonna reuse this, huh?

No, it's... it's all yours.

Dr. Kinney will work with you on discharge,

and I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.

- Cool. Appreciate it. - Thanks, Dr. Pierce.

I called in a couple favors myself.

Got you a stay in a temporary housing facility.

And not just for one night.

We'll have to reapply weekly,

but you are all set up for the first week.

This folder has everything you need.

Intake forms, letter of referral from the hospital,

and the name of your contact there.

The only downside is that it's all the way out in Queens,

so you'll need money to get there.

Here. - What?

- Take this. - No.

No, no, that's... that's too much.

I'm not... I'm not taking your credit card.

Yes, you can,

because I know you'll be back here tomorrow.

You trusted me enough to stay.

I trust you, too.

Thank you.

Thanks. Thank you.

This is where we came that summer.

Some things never change, even in 30 years.

Especially in New York.

Well, I think we Brits have you beat

on getting mired in history.

Indeed, I've made a whole career out of it.

Yes.

You are a world-wide guest-lecturing historian.

You've married a lovely man and have two beautiful children.

Ah, I see now.

This was "trying to change my mind" ice cream.

No.

It's true, Tom.

You're not who you were back then.

Neither am I.

You've become a smart and handsome doctor.

Just as I always knew you would.

You don't know me, Tom.

Not who I am now.

You remember I told you about how my father died?

- Yes. - Well, it turns out he didn't.

With his bipolar disorder, he and my mom

thought it was best that he not be in my life,

so they devised the lie that he died.

- My God. - He disappeared for 30 years.

And then he turned up out of nowhere.

Just as I was ready to reconnect,

he left a note and disappeared again.

Are you alright?

I'm not telling you this for sympathy, Tom.

I'm telling you this because those simpler times,

they don't exist.

They can't exist again for any of us.

We don't get to go back into the past.

Life changes us.

And that is not a bad thing, but it is life.

The only option we have is to move forward.

So move forward.

Did you take some of my pills?

What?

I haven't needed these in a while,

but I was in my head about Katie and kickball,

and, uh,

I know how many I'm supposed to have left.

What is going on? - What?

What do you want me to say?

Yes. I took a couple of your pills.

I just needed them until I could...

Until... Until what?

After all the crap that you gave me

about needing meds and reporting Dr. Pierce,

and now you're, what, just casually popping benzos?

Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?

I am not casually doing anything.

I mean, do you think this is fun for me?

Do you think I want to be like this?

I have no idea what you're doing,

because apparently you've been lying to me for months.

-Okay, fine. You want the truth?

The truth is that I am a mess.

I, uh, went to that wellness retreat

in Mexico to feel better, and, uh,

I couldn't even manage to do that right.

And so, I ended up with 200mg of benzos in my suitcase.

- Oh, Ericka. - Yeah,

I-I, um, I let Celia die.

I, uh, I got out first, and I watched her die.

And that... that was supposed to be me.

And I'm... I'm supposed to be moving on,

and I'm supposed to be good, and I'm supposed to be smart,

and I'm supposed to be a good doctor,

and I am supposed to keep it together,

and I am supposed to figure it out,

- and I just... I... - No, no, no. No!

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Shh!

I don't know what's wrong with me.

Okay. Okay. Come here.

Tom?

You made it through the surgery.

Dr. Nicholas is very pleased with the result.

I, uh, I don't think we've met.

Oliver Wolf,

there's no way I could ever forget you.

We... We've talked about this, but we can't...

Oliver,

I don't hear the song anymore.

Well, I should hope not.

That was the point of the surgery.

I'm so grateful you got me through this.

Because I love my life.

I love my family. I love Rashid.

But old friends are nice, too.

Maybe that's why this happened.

And I might have made that fit surgeon a bit jealous, hmm?

Dr. Nichols?

Oh, don't pretend to be surprised.

You're very bad at it.

And I know I'm right.

Well, if I'm being honest, I wouldn't mind it if you were.

Whatever's happened in your life.

I always knew you would go on

to do the most extraordinary things.

And here you are.

We all have voices in our head.

Voices of the people who shaped us.

Did Sam show back up for his appointment?

Mnh-mnh.

There's always tomorrow.

It's never too late to seek help.

- Yep. - There's always tomorrow.

Mm-hmm.

Voices that tell us we're not good enough,

no matter how hard we try.

Wolf, hey.

Uh, I just wanted to say thank you

for what you did for Tom.

I've been told that's how it works.

I know Tom means something to you.

I was glad I could help. - Uh...

well, he meant something to me a long time ago,

but I've been thinking about what I want for the future.

And I've been thinking about how it felt when we were together.

And I would like to try again.

- I... Wolf... - I mean,

if it's the chief thing, I get it.

But I think we can work around that,

and it's worth. - It's not that.

It's, um...

I'm seeing someone, Oliver.

Who?

Oh. - I was with him before us.

We recently reconnected,

and I've been meaning to tell you.

But I didn't know how,

and it just happened.

Um, it's, um... easy. You know?

Easy? Right. Um...

I don'tknow...

because I'm me.

But that sounds good.

- I'm sorry to... - No, no, no.

It's okay.

You should be happy, Josh.

And then there are the voices that tell us

we don't deserve to be loved.

I can understand how you feel.

You understand how I feel?

How long was it we had, honey?

- I didn't count the days. - Well, I did every one of them.

Mostly I remember the last one.

The wow finish.

I was adopted.

I don't know that much about my birth mother.

But I know that she had schizophrenia.

She couldn't...

No one could help her.

She just got lost.

Some of us don't get to be easy.

I know that can feel like it'll always be a curse.

But I promise sometimes it's a gift.

Greg, move your head.