All language subtitles for Brilliant Minds S02E15

-Previously
on "Brilliant Minds"...

-Shoot your shot,
Dr. Pierce,

or somebody else will.

-I didn't realize
you two were --

A total heat score?

-So she's how you know
what the kids are saying?

-Dr. Porter's speech
was about me.

I'm the doctor
who treated his mother.

He blames me
for ruining his life,

and he came here
to return the favor.

What is this?
-An address.

It's where your father is.

-I knew we'd meet
sooner or later.

-But who are you?

-Sofia.
I live in the unit upstairs.

-She was struggling
with insomnia,

so I brought her in
for a sleep study off the books.

-Wait. She was in
the sleep study room

during the gas leak
and she's okay?

-Hudson Oaks
is giving resort vibes.

-Yeah, well,
that's how they lure you in.

-Wolfie,
what are you doing here?

-I'm here to save you.

-Can you send over any data
that was collected

during a sleep study today?

Where is Sofia?

-♪ Pop this,
living in the Matrix... ♪

♪ Looking like a doll,
but feel like I'm an 8 ♪

-I didn't know.
Wait, wait, wait.

-You ladies
want to keep the night going?

-Yeah.
Where's the after party --

your dorm room?
-Come on.

I can give you something
to write home about.

-Oh. In a twin bed?

You wish.

-Hey!

Denise, what the hell?!

-Where are you going?!

-Oh!

-I'm here to do some business.

This is Oliver.

Uh, leave a message.

-Hey. It's me again.

I wanted to see how you
were holding up after our talk.

I also had some questions
about Sofia.

Uh, call me back,
or we can connect at work.

-Mom, I said I would help you
load my cello.

-Uh, do these biceps
look like they need help?

-Oh, my God,
can you just remember --

-Pick up your cello bow
from the repair shop.

On my list.

-Hey. You are prepared.

The recital's
gonna be amazing.

-Wolf's still coming, right?

He's the reason
I lobbied for Bach.

-Of course!
He wouldn't miss it.

Good.

I'm glad
you're coming with a friend,

because I think Dad
is bringing Rebecca.

-Oh. Well...

good for him.

-Do you think Ericka's
buried under there?

-I guess she does have
a fatal flaw.

-Well, can't worry about laundry
when you're saving lives.

-You know,
my lease is about to end.

My landlord
wants to double my rent.

-He can't do that.

There are laws against that.

Aren't there?

-Maybe instead of taking him
to court,

I was thinking
we could move in together.

Wow. Uh...

Huge step.
Uh...

Yes.

-Yes?
-Yes. Yeah.

And I-I promise
I will go Marie Kondo

on Ericka's ass if I need to.

-You think I want to live
with you and Ericka?

Generally, couples
don't have a roommate.

-Yeah, right. Totally.

I-I know that.

But I would just feel so bad

asking Ericka to move out
after --

-What happened
to Ericka's apartment was awful.

But that was
over six months ago.

You're not her keeper.

And I'm sure she's sick
of sleeping on a sofa bed.

And just imagine, us with
this entire place to ourselves,

the things that we'll get
into...or out of.

Mm.

-Thank you.

-Hey! Excuse me, Doctor guy.

-Mm?
-You on the clock?

-Yeah.
-Great.

My girlfriend has been waiting
since 4:00 a.m.,

and I can't go to my temp job
in these thigh-highs.

Damn night shift
always leaving me a surprise.

Alright.
You ladies have a big night?

-Only two drinks.
-No. Plus a shot.

-No. Fireball doesn't count.

It doesn't affect me.

-Mm.
-It seems like something
affected your shoulder.

Looks dislocated.

You want to tell me
what happened?

-I get panic attacks.

I have been
for the past few months.

This time it was bad.

My heart started racing,

and, then, next thing I knew,
I was down on the street.

I don't know what happened.

-You have no medical history.

You've never seen a doctor
for anxiety?

-Well, who has the time?

-Hey! Cutie with the curls!

My girl wants to know
if you're single.

-Sheila, shut up!

But are you?
-Mm?

-Yeah.
But I don't bat for your team.

-Oh!
-I know, I know.

Your outfits are fire, though.

-Thank you, baby.

-Alright.

-Wow. How did you do that?

-Oh, years of slumming it
in the E.D.

-Ha!
-Let's just make sure
that this joint is stable.

Alright?

Stop.

It feels like my heart
is gonna beat out of my chest.

-Any drugs?
I'm the guy you tell.

-No!
-No.

-Never.

-That rate is too fast
to be real.

Got to be monitor artifact.

You stick around for a while.

I'd like to run a few tests,

have one of my colleagues
from Neuro have a look at you.

Meantime, the bacon, egg,
and cheese across the street

always cures my hangovers.

-Wolf didn't show up
to work today.

-Well, it's not the first time
he's gone AWOL.

Maybe he smuggled a patient
out to Coney Island

to remind them how much
they love Ferris wheels.

-This is serious, Josh.

I haven't heard from him
all weekend.

Now he misses a day on call?

I have a bad feeling.

-Okay. Slow down.

We both had concerns about Wolf,

but he's been on his A-game
recently.

-That's his M.O., Josh.

He throws himself into work

when his personal life
is in chaos.

God.
I should have seen this coming.

I've been bracing myself
for a breakdown

ever since his dad came back.

I just wish he hadn't lost you
in the process.

-Come on. I was a blip.

-You were not a blip.

But if it makes you feel
any better,

I think Dr. Porter
did even more damage.

-Wait. Were they --
-Oh, God, no.

Charlie's mom died of cancer
when he was a kid.

It turns out
Wolf was her doctor.

-And there's something else.

-Right after
the carbon monoxide leak,

Wolf was inconsolable.

Apparently, there was a patient
named Sofia.

He left her
in the sleep study room.

He said she was a friend
of his dad's.

-What do you mean,
he left her?

Was she okay?
-Y-Yes.

But how can someone inhale
carbon monoxide for hours

in an enclosed room
and still be okay?

It didn't make sense to me.
-Mnh-mnh.

So I watched all the footage
from the sleep study,

and all I saw
was Wolf in that room, alone,

and, then, an empty bed.

I don't think Sofia exists.

-Um...you -- you think that
Wolf hallucinated a patient?

-When we were younger,

Wolf would experiment
with hallucinogens,

and he would imagine entire
conversations with his dad.

But, Josh, this felt different.

I got to go see him.

Got to go to his house.

-I'll come with you.
-No.

No. He wouldn't want you
to see him like this.

Look. I can handle him.

I've put him back together
before, and...

I can do it again.

-Good news.
-Everything seems normal.

-We're gonna run
a few more tests,

but your neuro exam
looks promising so far.

So it was just a panic attack?
-Possibly.

But panic attacks don't always
come out of nowhere.

Was there something
that could have triggered one?

-Um...nothing comes to mind.

I thought I was done
with these attacks.

I've made changes.

-Well, the body's memory
of panic

can last far longer
than you'd expect.

-Rafael is going to perform
an echocardiogram

to make sure nothing's going on
with your heart.

We'll touch base after that.

-Okay.

-Cortina to E.D.

-Okay. Any thoughts?

-She described symptoms,
but nothing objective.

It's all normal.

-I think
she's been through something.

And not just from the fall.

She seems overwhelmed.

-Yeah, well, the E.D.
can have that effect on people.

Her tox screens confirm that
she's negative for any drugs,

so let's observe her down here

and discharge her
if there aren't any surprises.

-Well, I have one surprise.

I check the missing person
bulletin board on the daily

because I care...

-...and because I really want to
be on a true-crime documentary.

But your girl Denise is on
the NYPD's Missing Persons list.

-Crap.

Are you with Postmates?

Uh, I swear I canceled my order
within the allotted time.

-No, I'm not with Post...

Uh, I'm sorry. Who are you?

-Brad.

Who are you?
-I'm Carol Pierce.

I'm a friend of Wolf's.
Is he here?

-I wish.

I thought we were friends, too.

Until he disappeared.

-Disappeared?
-Yeah.

The guy straight up ghosted me.
Just vanished.

Yeah, Oliver hasn't been home
in three days.

-So...Brad, is it?

-Yeah.

-How did you and Wolf meet?

-At a bar.
DeMane's on Christopher Street.

-Wolf's never been a fan
of bars or clubs.

They overwhelm him.

-'Cause of the whole
face-blind thing?

I thought
he was messing with me.

A gay guy
who can't remember faces --

sounds like a lot of my hookups.

But trust me.

Oliver enjoyed himself
that night.

I was complaining about
my Airbnb,

so he said I could crash here
for a while.

-Wolf also doesn't do
one-night stands.

-Well, maybe you don't know him
as well as you think.

-Did he mention someone
named Sofia?

-Yeah.

Yeah. T-That's who took him
to DeMane's.

-So you met her?
-No.

Uh, he said they came together,
but she left early.

-So you have no clue
where he's been sleeping

the past few days?
-Sorry.

I wish I could help.

Work.

I need to go.

And you do, too.

-Yeah.

-Here...is my number.

If you hear from him, call me.

-Denise, one of the nurses
found something unexpected

that we wanted
to talk to you about.

You're on the NYPD
Missing Persons list.

Did you know that?

Uh...uh...

No. But...yeah,
I guess you could say

I went absent without leave.

-As your doctors,
we are not obligated

to report your whereabouts
to anyone.

But we do want to ask,
are you alright?

If you're in danger,
we can help you.

-You can relax.

I wasn't, like, chained
to a basement or anything

if that's what you're thinking.

But I do appreciate your...

uh, discretion.

Do you want to talk about
why you went missing

or the people
you don't want to find you?

-If I wanted a therapy session,
I'd put on some Mel Robbins.

You want to help me?

Figure out what's going on
with my body?

If you can't, then just let me
get the hell out of here.

-Mm-hmm.

-Okay. So, she definitely
wasn't kidnapped.

-Well, she's too young
to be having a midlife crisis.

-Maybe the mob is after her.

Or loan sharks.

Or a bad boyfriend.

Yeah.
Wolf would be all over this.

Where is he, anyway?

-I'm not sure. I paged him.

Must be running late.

-So I guess there's
a first time for everything.

Well, look at you,

riding elevators
like it's no big thing.

-Not bad, right?

Therapy has really helped.

I wish I'd started
five years earlier.

But growth.

Uh, speaking of

I-I have something
to ask you on the home front.

-I know, I know. I have been
a complete slob lately,

which is why I have hired
a cleaning service.

And don't argue with me.
I'm paying for it.

-Hmm.

-You good, Pierce?

Making house calls now?

Don't tell me Wolf
is rubbing off on you?

-I'm not in the mood
for your quips about Wolf.

-Well, okay.
Honestly, I envy the guy.

He gets to monopolize
all your time.

-Why do you do that?

-Do what?

-Flirt with me.

Is it for sport?

You have a girlfriend?

-I had a fling.
It's long over.

-You didn't answer
my question.

What in the world?

-Calm down!

Denise, calm down!

-Denise,
I need you to calm down.

I think you're having
another panic attack!

-I can't stay in this bed!

-I'm gonna have
to give her something.

That's better. You okay?

-Okay. Whatever that was,

it's a hell of a lot more
serious than a panic attack.

And, then, she came out of it
just like that,

and she's a bit nauseous
right now.

Otherwise,
Denise is back to normal.

But if that's what she's calling
a panic attack,

then she's misdiagnosed herself.

-And she still won't open up
to us about why she's missing,

so this could still be psych.

-Maybe being back here

is triggering
some traumatic memory,

like the ballerina
with the ICU PTSD.

-Psych is a diagnosis
of exclusion.

What other tests
do we have pending?

-Thyroid function.

Echo was normal.

With that hypertension,

it could be
renal artery stenosis.

I'll order an ultrasound.

-I'll page tech
to prioritize it.

-Her head CT was normal,
but we'll get an MRI.

I'm just worried
that we're missing something.

-Eh, give her time.
As Wolf says,

she'll declare herself
one way or the other.

God. He's gone one morning,
and I'm already quoting the man.

-Where is Dr. Wolf?
He's usually here before us.

-Down for the count
with the flu.

None of you have heard from him?

-Has Wolf always let you
break into his office?

Man.

Desperate times,
desperate measures.

I didn't find anything
at his place

except for some guy named Brad.

-I'm sorry. Brad?

W-Who's Brad?

-Chiseled brunette
Wolf picked up at a bar.

Tell me, is it customary
to let a one-night stand

stay at your place for days
while you're MIA?

-It's not like Wolf
to let anyone

stay at his place till morning.

How chiseled?

Never mind. Doesn't matter.

Should we call the police?

-I already checked
with my contacts.

Off the record, nothing.

-Maybe we should try Muriel.
He could be with her.

-If there's one person
he's not with, it's his mother.

Besides, she's back
in Turks and Caicos,

and I wouldn't want
to worry her.

Okay. Um, let's look for any
mention of the name Sofia --

any kind of proof that
she is a real patient of his.

-I'm just gonna call him.

-Nichols, don't you think I've
been trying to do that all day?

-Maybe he'll pick up for me.
-'Cause you're that special.

We have no way of reaching him.

-Oh, hey.

-Hey.
-Are you coming over tonight?

Uh, I'm making lasagna,

and I need to know
if I should use cashew cheese.

-Oh. I'm working a double.

-Regular mozzarella it is.

-I...

don't mean to overstep,

but we both know
how anxiety-inducing

some conversations can be
for her.

But Dana and I
were talking about

officially moving in together.

Wow!

-I'm so happy for both of you.

Congratulations.
-Thanks.

We're -- We're excited, too.

This just came up this morning,

and, like, obviously, there's no
rush for you to find a place.

You're welcome to crash on the
couch for as long as you want.

-Oh!

No, I --
that's very nice of you,

but I don't want to overstay
my welcome.

I've been the third wheel
in the apartment lately.

Don't worry. I totally get it.

Oh.

Oh, I got to go.

-Dr. Lionel, please call...

-What's going on?

-She was fine
when she came from the E.D.

A little nauseous, so we gave
her some meds, and then...

-Hey.
-Denise,
tell me how you're feeling.

-Who are you? What's going on?

-We need to get her heart rate
and pressure down.

Let's get 20 milligrams IV
labetalol.

-Looks like
she declared herself.

She's gonna stroke out if we
don't get that pressure down.

-I'm on it.

-Pressure's going up.
-Let's give her another 20
and get her on a drip.

-I don't feel right.
What is happening?

-We are figuring it out.

The one day Wolf isn't here...
-Ye of little faith, Kinney.

Dr. Dang, what do you see?

-It all spikes at once.

It's like we gave her
epinephrine, but we didn't.

It's coming from her body.

-And I prescribed
metoclopramide for nausea.

-She's in pheo crisis.

Okay. It all hangs together.

-The meds we're giving
could kill her.

-You're gonna be okay.
We've got it.

-Can I help you fellas?

-Yeah. We're looking for
one of your patients --

Denise Rivera.

-The hospital
cannot give out information.

If a patient wants visitors,
they'll be in contact.

-I want to go home.

-Dad...

we can't leave
until we find Denise.

-Denise?

-Your daughter. Our sister.

She's been missing, remember?

-I take it your father's
dealing with dementia?

-Yeah, for a while now.

think I'd be used to it,
but --

-It never really gets easier.

-Yeah, listen.
You got to help us, alright?

Denise is my sister.

That's her brother Joey
and our dad, Santi--

-I'm sorry. I still can't.
-Listen. Sheila called,

okay,
and said Denise was here.

I know you got to do your job,
but...

we haven't seen or heard
from our sister in a month.

Okay?
We're worried sick about her.

Please.

-Because of Dr. Dang's
suspicion,

we sent off several
very specific tests.

I've never seen
a positive result until today.

-You have what's called
a pheochromocytoma --

a rare, noncancerous tumor

that releases adrenaline
into the body.

-So when I have
those episodes,

I'm not just, like,
freaking out?

-They probably feel like an
anxiety attack, but they're not.

They're caused by a tumor.

-If I may, it's as if this tumor

is flooding your body
with cocaine.

It's why your chest pounds
and your head aches,

and why you feel like
you can't breathe.

-And certain things
can activate this tumor,

like the meds
you received for nausea

or stress or exercise
or even touch.

-Touch.

You got to be kidding.

-Well,
can you take the tumor out?

-Pheos can be difficult
to find.

We'll need imaging
to find yours.

But the good news is
that now we know

what meds to give you
and what not to give you.

The best thing that you can do
is try to stay calm.

-Cutie with the curls.

-Denise, my love.

Your dad and brothers
are here in the waiting room.

Jesus.

Sheila must have told them
I was here.

Does my dad seem okay?

-He does.

I get the impression they've
been really worried about you.

-Denise, you don't have to do
anything you're not ready for.

-Tell them that I'm fine
and tell them to leave.

I can't do this.

-Okay.

-As I understand,

the people you've been running
from are your family members?

Denise,
if your safety is at risk --

-Oh, it's not like that.

My dad has advanced dementia.

For the last few years
since my mom died,

I've been
his full-time caregiver.

And by full-time, I mean
every day, all day.

I get him out of bed
in the morning,

get him cleaned up.

I drive him everywhere.

He can't leave the house
without me.

And that's the easy stuff.

My dad was my everything,

my absolute hero.

He used to carry me
on his shoulders,

and now I carry him
to the bath.

It breaks my heart.

-And you were doing
all of this on your own?

-I guess
it's "Only Daughter" syndrome.

My brothers
are pretty much useless.

I brought Joey back
from the edge after his divorce.

I do Dom's taxes for him.

I'm basically everyone's mother.

They just assumed
I wanted the job.

-Hmm. If there were another you,
another life,

what would you be doing?

-My mom owned a salon.

I used to think
I'd be a stylist like her.

But, then, I barely even had
time to brush my own hair.

-Well,
was there a specific event

that led you to leave?

-The episodes --

the ones I thought
were panic attacks.

They started a few months ago.

It was like my body telling me

that staying in that house
would kill me.

So I came to the city,
crashed with my friend Sheila.

We went out.

It was the most fun
I'd had in years.

And one night turned into two,

then three, then a week.

I-I was still having attacks,
but not as often,

so I thought I'd made
the right decision for myself.

But I felt so guilty about it.

Last night, I saw my brother Dom
outside of a nightclub,

and it just felt easier to run
away than to face what I'd done.

Hmm.

-You need to get that?

-Uh, apologies.

I have a patient
I'm worried about.

Um, did you know that 48 million
people in this country

are going through what you're
going through right now?

We are in a caretaking crisis.

But you do have options.

Have you ever considered
assisted living for your dad?

-Yes.

But I can't imagine having
that conversation with him.

-Mm.
-It would break his heart.

And mine, too.

I told myself it's something
I would never do.

-They often say that dementia
is harder on the family members

than it is on the person
suffering from the disease.

But giving yourself a break,
Denise --

it can help you become

a better daughter
and caretaker for your dad.

And sometimes you got to have
those hard conversations,

even if you're scared
about the outcome.

-Well,
this is not what we expected.

Typically, these types
of adrenaline-producing tumors

develop near the kidneys,

but we found yours...

in your spine.

-Well, that sounds terrifying.

-Which is why it's a good thing

we have an expert neurosurgeon
here who can remove it.

-We'll need to work delicately
to make sure

that we don't do damage
to the spinal cord itself

and, also, to keep the tumor

from spilling adrenaline
into your bloodstream.

I expect
you will make it through safely.

But in a surgery like this one,
there are no guarantees.

-So I could die.

-Well, avoiding the surgery
would be much more dangerous.

-We've already seen
what this tumor can do.

-I knew something awful
was going on in my body.

I could feel it.

Is my family still here?

-Hey.

-Do you want to check out
an apartment with me tonight?

It's walking distance
to the hospital.

-But you love to run to work.

-I have to find a new route

now that you and Katie
are moving in together.

-Wait.

Did Katie tell you that?

She shouldn't have said
anything.

I wanted to talk to you first.

-Well, I'm sure
she just wanted to help.

Either way, I think it's great.

Isn't it great?

-Well, that's what you're
supposed to want to do

when you're dating someone,
right?

-I don't think that matters.

What do you want?

-I want...

to keep my life the way it is.

I love my job.

I love living with
my best friend.

And I love...

dating Katie.

But I'm not ready
to live with her.

I don't know
if I can tell her that.

-Do you want me to tell her?

Katie and I have gotten great
at communicating.

-Do you two
want to move in together?

-Okay. If I can tell someone

that they have a tumor on their
spine that might kill them,

I can tell my girlfriend that
I'm not ready to play house.

-Um...

Hey. Uh, you got a sec?

-Yeah.
I'm about to head back out.

What's going on?
-Um...

I have to tell you something.

I'm not ready
to move in together.

-Okay.

Is this you breaking up with me?

-No. Of course not. Uh...

I don't want us
to move in together

just because it's convenient.

And I don't want
to kick Ericka out.

I'm sorry I told Ericka.

I just know that you avoid
difficult conversations.

-No, I take my time thinking
about difficult conversations.

But I-I should have been
honest with you this morning.

-Is there something else
you're holding in?

-Well, I'm not exactly
over the fact

that you didn't pick me
at kickball.

-Dana, oh, my God. That was
like a million years ago.

-I know.
But it was embarrassing.

And that moment still pops into
my head every so often.

I felt so rejected.

Sometimes you make
these passive-aggressive remarks

about my being a rule follower,
about my anxiety.

And sometimes I just wondered,

do you even like me?

-Dana, I love you.

-You do?

-Yeah.

-And I have my hangups, too.

Like, sometimes I feel like if
it was in between me and Ericka,

you would choose her every time.

And I don't want to feel like
a third wheel

in my own relationship.

Oh! This makes me feel like
the jealous girlfriend trope.

-I don't need to choose
between you two.

She's my sister.

And you're my girlfriend.

-You're my McDreamy.

-I much prefer McSteamy.

Okay.

-Can I help you?

-Yeah. I have several
missed calls from here

on Oliver Wolf's phone.

I don't appreciate you
hanging up on me

when I rang back.

Name doesn't ring a bell.

-Don't play with me.

I just need to know
why you called him.

-Hey, look.

Wolf is a friend
of the Hudson Riders

and a longtime customer,

which comes with
a level of discretion.

-No, you look.
I am a psychiatrist,

so I don't need you explaining
to me what discretion is, okay?

I'm also Wolf's closest friend.

So if --
-Well, I'll be damned.

-Rosie!

Oh!

-Hey. Stand up straight
and show some respect.

Dr. Pierce here is family.

-How you been?

-Oh, you know --

I love Wyatt, but nothing
with that man is easy.

Now more than ever.

I'm gonna take you
walking in here today

as my sign
to book an appointment.

Well,
my office is always open.

-Well, if you're looking for
Wolf, he stopped in last night.

-Oh, thank God.

-He was acting funny, though.

Looking to sell his bike.

-Sell his bike?

-Yeah. That's what I said.

But he was adamant
he didn't need it anymore.

We were already calling him

because we found a buyer
willing to pay full ask.

-Okay. Please do not sell his
bike under any circumstance.

-You hear that, Billy?

-Wolf's bike
ain't for sale anymore.

We'll call you
if he drops back in.

-Okay. Thank you. Rosie.

I know in the past,

some of you
have covered for Wolf.

But if that is what is happening
today,

I am begging you to stop.

I lied earlier.

Um, Wolf isn't out sick.

I've been trying to get in touch
with him for days.

He's not home,

he's not answering his phone,

and apparently, he tried
to sell his motorcycle.

I have been through a lot
with him,

but these are some serious
red flags.

If you hear from him

or have any idea
where he might be,

you have to tell me.

-We haven't heard from him.

-Promise.
-You'll be the first person

I tell if I hear anything.

-He isn't exactly
talking to me.

-Or me.

-Please let us know
when you find him.

-Will do, Dr. Porter.

-The surgery wasn't easy,
but you did well.

We were able to remove the tumor
completely.

-No more panic attacks?

-That's right.
New lease on life.

-Thank you, Dr. Nichols.

-Of course. You will need
several weeks to recover.

I'll, uh, let you have
some time with your family

to sort that out.

-Thank you, uh, for taking
good care of Denise.

We had no idea she was so sick.

-Yeah. That's what happens

when you only care about
yourself.

-You're right.

Joey and I
haven't been there for you,

so we've been thinking.

We know you need more help
with dad.

And it's hard
with my job and Joey's DJ gigs.

But we're gonna give you
your weekends back.

-I'll take Saturdays.
Joey's got Sundays.

-See?
Reunited and it feels so good!

-Let's give Denise
a minute here, yeah?

-That's okay. I can do this.

-I love you, Dad.

But I got to be honest.

I need help.

I can't take care of you
on my own,

especially right now while
I'm recovering from surgery.

Two days off is something,
but it's not enough.

I want us to consider
an assisted-living facility.

-What are you talking about?

-We've provided Denise
with some great referrals,

and insurance should help
with the cost.

It's around-the-clock,
professional care.

-For what it's worth,

I had to make
the same decision for my mom.

Ironic, right --

a nurse who couldn't take care
of his own mom.

But I couldn't give her the help
she needed.

It was really hard,
but she's happy.

And she's cute.
She could use a boyfriend.

-I think it could be good
for us, you know?

For all of our relationships.

But, also, for dad.

He deserves better care
than I'm able to give him.

And I want to go back
to being your daughter.

-Sunday dinner.

-I'd never miss it.

-Morris, hi.

Yeah. Uh, I need a favor.

Can you please pick up Maya's
cello bow from the repair shop?

Morris, please.

I'm always making concessions,
changing custody schedules.

I am asking you
for this one thing!

Thank you.

Dr. Pierce?

I know one place Wolf could be
that you haven't checked yet --

his dad's apartment.

-What are you talking about?

-Um...

-After the holiday gala,
I gave Wolf his address.

-Okay. And how could you
possibly know where Noah lives?

-I...

hired a private eye when
I first started working here.

I wanted to dig up some dirt
on Wolf.

It was petty and childish.

I know that now.

I-I think I wanted him
to suffer the way that I did.

-Wolf has suffered enough
in his life.

Give me the damn address now.

You need help.

I sure hope you get it.

Hello?

-Hey, Dr. Wolf.
You feeling better?

-Well, uh...

Uh, w-where -- where --
where is it?

Where is it?

-What are you looking for?

I can help.
-Sofia's file!

I need it.

I'm sorry. Er, did you take it?

-No, no.
I didn't -- I didn't take it.

-What, are you hiding it
from me, or -- or --

Where is it?
-I have it -- your file.

-It's in my office.

Yeah. Come with me.

-Okay. Um...

I'm sorry.

-You want to talk about it?

-How is he?

I hear
you're looking for Sofia's file.

-They took it.

-Who took it?
-Hudson Oaks.

They don't want
any record of her

because they're keeping her
there.

She's trapped.

-I want to help you, Wolf.

I know you're having
a hard time.

I was looking for you all day,
actually.

I've been thinking about...

how when you've had trouble
in the past,

we -- we tackled it together,
just us.

Now I'm wondering if --

-Carol, please.
I don't have time.

I have to find Sofia.
They took her.

I need to go to Hudson Oaks
to save her.

Will you help me?

-You want to go to Hudson Oaks

to save Sofia?

-I need to.

-Okay.

-I'll help you.

-Okay.

Uh, just don't tell my mom,
because she --

You know, she worries.

And I don't think
she'd understand.

-Yep.

Yeah. I won't say a thing.

Go ahead, Wolf.

It's for the best.

Everything's gonna be okay.

You'll be safe here,
and I'll see you soon.

Okay?

-As soon as I get Sofia
out of here...

-You ready?

-Right this way.

-Hey, Morris,
thanks for picking up her bow.

Um, I'm on my way there now.

Please save me a seat.
Alright, thanks.

Oh.

No.

No, no, no, no, no!

Oh, God.

Hey.

Um, are you busy?

-This will get you
to the station

a couple of miles from here.

I'll follow you, just in case.

-I, um, can't thank you enough.

-I flirt with you, girl,
because...

How can I not?

-Can I ask one more favor?

-Excuse me.