All language subtitles for Brilliant Minds S02E20

Previously
on "Brilliant Minds"...

I saw Sofia again.

Sofia was with you
for quite some time.

You created a fantasy version
of her to help you.

She is real.
I just haven't met her.

So, are you from out of town?

I'm just in from California.

Information on your birth mom.

My mom's name is Joan.

I'm pretty sure we said
we wouldn't do this at work.

And I'm pretty sure
you're the one who started it.

Beau thinks I still have
feelings for you.

Well, what do you think?

I'm figuring it out.

Josh, I want to be with you.

Marry me.

♪ Tom, get your plane
right on time ♪

It's cold out.

You okay, old-timer?

Hey, Coach.
I was just headed home.

72...

20...

14...

♪ Fly down to Mexico ♪

72... 20... 14...

♪ And here I am ♪

♪ The only living boy
in New York ♪

72...

20...

♪ Half of the time, we're gone ♪

♪ But we don't know where
and we don't know where ♪

♪ Ahhhhh ♪

Your father never threw
anything away either.

Well, these are all
of my patient archives.

Every file here has a story.

Well, it's always a good idea
to get your house in order

before a vacation.

Now, do you prefer
window or aisle?

Uh, window.

You know,
I can book my own travel, Mom.

Of course you can.

Oh, my gosh.

This poor woman actually
mistook her husband for a hat.

Pastor Thomas.

It was a fascinating
presentation of glioblastoma.

The Disembodied Woman...

The Colorblind Painter...

They sound like chapter titles.

The way that you write about
your patients,

it says a lot about you
as a doctor.

You lead with your heart,
Oliver.

It makes me feel like
I did something right.

You did a lot right, Mom.

What does this remind you of?

Maple syrup urine syndrome!

Oh, my God. Van, you missed
Wolf drinking hand sanitizer.

Come on.
Don't you have a little FOMO?

Nope.

By the way,

I heard about you and Katie.

-You good?
-Yeah.

It's been hard, but I've been
doing my best to cope.

She slept with someone
the day they broke up.

Damn, Dang. You move on fast.

Yeah. Well, so did
my one-night stand.

She bailed
before I even woke up.

-Hmm.
-Oh, hey.

-Hi.
-Ready?

-Yeah. Thank you, Joan Marie.
-Mm-hmm.

You make the best
French roast in Sunnyside.

Thank you, honey.

Good to see you.

When are you gonna tell her
who you are?

Uh...

Trust me, Kinney.

You don't want to wake up
one day

and regret all the things
you didn't say.

Uh...

Excuse me. I-I need a doctor.

It feels like a-a zipper

is being pulled
through my chest.

Okay. Clear the trauma bay!
Give me a gurney!

Sir, you're coming with me.

-Alright?
-Aah!

-Just lay flat.
-There we go.

Rule out dissection.
We're coming back!

-Coming through!
-Yeah, we got you.

You ever had surgery before?

No, no. Why?

Alright. Standing by.

Dilated root
and an intimal flap.

Damn it! Call me a CT surg!

Sir, the main vessel
emerging from the heart,

the aorta, has a dangerous tear.

It's 100% fatal
without open-heart surgery.

So I need your consent,
and then we can move forward.

No, no. Stop.
I-I won't give consent.

I don't want you to open me up.

Hey. Did you know that resin
from the papelillo tree,

native to Sayulita, can be used
to treat gout and muscle strain?

-Everyone knows that, Wolf.
-Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm going on vacation.
To Mexico.

Uh, yes. The new me takes time
off and goes places.

Hudson Oaks did not count.

I figured
since you're interim chief,

I would put in a formal request.

You can drop the interim.

As of last night,
I have the job.

Oh, congratulations.
That's, uh, amazing.

And so...
well-deserved, Nichols. Um...

Thank you.

Joshua, we have a family
emergency on our hands.

Mom and dad
are on their way up now,

so I need you to put on
your big-boy pants

and take my side for once.

It's a private family matter.

Wolf, my sister Serena.

This is Wolf? Wow.

Don't you have some bonsais
to tend to?

Um, I grow ferns.
There's a big difference.

You two share DNA?

I see Serena
is already poisoning the well.

"Poisoning the well"?

Dad went missing for hours
last night.

He could have frozen to death.

Slow down. What's happening?

Hey, Doc. You have a bar cart
in this establishment?

This is my office, remember?

Dr. Wolf is, uh, my colleague.

Bonnie Nichols.

-Lovely to meet you.
-Likewise. Yeah.

If there's anything
I can do to help...

We're good.

You can go.

Um...

Hey, Mom, I've been trading
calls with his doctors.

But you said
his cognitive decline

had been minimal
since his last appointment.

-I didn't want to worry you, too.
-Serena, would you just...

She's... Stop it, kids.

-Stop. What is this system?
-You know

he would not like to be seen
like this.

-Mr. Nichols?
-Stop staring at me!

Homeboy right here
needs CT surgery

for his aortic root dissection,
but refuses consent.

But he doesn't want to go home
and die,

so now I'm running an ICU
in my E.D.,

trying to keep this guy alive.

Could you please validate

that he is not fit
to make medical decisions

so that we can admit his ass
into the surgery?

Uh, I'll see what I can do.

Mr... Caldwell,

I'm Dr. Pierce,
the on-call psychiatrist.

Dr. Thorne just ran through
your case with me.

You're young
and otherwise healthy.

You've got a lot of good years
ahead of you.

Do you understand that your life
is at risk without this surgery?

I don't want open-heart surgery.

My dad had the same procedure
when I was a kid.

He suffered for years.

I'm not gonna let that be me.

So if that means I die,
then I die.

You know,
I don't always recognize

my own reflection either.

At least there's someone
who can relate.

Can we go home now?

He's been getting confused
more and more lately.

Even when we're at the house,

he keeps saying
he wants to go home.

I keep telling him we are home.

And then he gets angry,
sometimes aggressive.

Is that why the nurses I hire
keep quitting?

These are important
conversations to be having,

but let's try and have them
with Duke instead.

These mood swings
that your wife is describing

are very common
for Alzheimer's patients.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

But we should find tools
to manage it.

How could I help manage it
when I don't even know

what's going on half the time?

Watch your tone, young man!

Honey,
Josh is just trying to help.

Do you know that your boy

has just been named
chief of the hospital?

Aren't we proud of him?

Chief?
All he cares about is work.

When are you gonna finally
settle down

and find yourself a nice girl?

We had a long night.

How about we go to the cafeteria
and get some coffee?

Okay, okay.

Your dad doesn't know
you're gay?

Oh, no, he knows.

But he's never
really acknowledged it.

Me coming out is why
our relationship is, uh...

strained.

I wonder if there's something
we could be missing here.

Leaving the house,
getting lost...

I mean, this...
this degree of progression,

it just feels atypical.

Let me take him on
as my patient.

I'll do a full workup.

Let's be sure
there's nothing reversible

that's caused
his acute worsening.

Hey, we'll handle it.

Whatever it is.

Mr. Nichols, can you spell
"flower" backwards?

No. I've been poked and prodded.

I want to go home, now!

Okay. Well, can you write down
your home address?

But we can also take a break,

give you some time
to collect your thoughts.

Okay.

You know what I remember most?

He was stationed in Alaska.

I was a crew chief on an F-15.

You were in Alaska in the 1970s

when they were planning for
the Soviet interception drills?

Sure was.

Hey...

Yo, can I... can I go home now?

Duke, when you say home,

are you referring to the place
where you currently live

or even a feeling
of comfort or safety?

What if you drew
what home looks like for you?

Okay.

What if it's a date?

-7/2/2014.
-Hmm.

Maybe something important
happened July 2, 12 years ago.

Well, we know that Duke
is ex-military.

Maybe it's GPS coordinates.

The numbers could be a winning
lotto ticket for all I care.

Why is no one talking about
the real bochinche?

Wolf is treating Josh's dad.

Oh, you think
this is a pivotal moment

in their
"Will they, won't they?", saga?

I did, until my sources told me
that Beau proposed to Nichols.

What if he said yes
to the dress?

Mm.

Oh!

Margot from the other night
is here, stalking me!

I knew she'd regret
sneaking out in the morning.

Don't look at me! Eyes up, 2:00!

Hi.

Dana, right?

Were you hiding from me?

What? No.

I was just looking
for my contact.

Found it.

Uh, remind me.
Did we discuss my place of work?

-I was over-served.
-Yes.

I believe you said you were
Bronx General's star intern

and that any paramedic
would be lucky to date you.

Strange. Does not sound like me.

And honestly, you

did not have to come
all this way

just to apologize
for going AWOL.

I didn't.
I'm here to see my brother.

I'm so sorry. I did not know
he was in the hospital.

Uh, I can look up
his room number.

-What's his name?
-He's a doctor... Oliver Wolf.

Oh!

I'll show you to his office.

Mm.

Dana,
you slept with Wolf's sister?!

Yeah.

I didn't even know
he had a sister.

God, I love this job.

-Do not.
-I'm so sorry.

Hey, Silva,
can I get a minute of your time?

She's... You see her?
She's real?

Yes. See her.

You good, Dr. Wolf?

Yeah, I'm good, yeah. Thank you.

I came here a few days ago
to meet you,

but I lost my nerve.

I'm Margot Williams.

Did my father tell you about me?

No, he did not.

But I came across
some family photos,

and I put the pieces together
for myself.

You are my sister.

-Half-sister.
-Okay.

The number of times
I had to pretend

I was interested in the
formation of igneous rocks.

A lot of pressure
for an only child.

I'm sure it thrilled him
to no end

that he had a lasting impact
on you.

Yeah, well, I suppose
it made me feel closer to him

all the years that he was gone.

He only told me about you
a couple weeks ago.

He got into
a motorcycle accident back home.

Where... Where's home?

Marin County.

My Bronx General is Mount Zion.

Dad worked there.
I used to, as well.

You said
he got into an accident.

Is he okay?

I wish I didn't have to be
the one to tell you this.

He didn't make it.

He died.

I'm really sorry.

I honestly haven't had
a lot of time to process it.

I've had 30 years.

He left a few things for you
in his will.

And apparently he has a secret
pied-à-terre

I need to clean out.

Would you maybe want to help me?

Uh... Yeah, of course.

Thank you...

for... for coming here.

Thank you for telling me.

Duke's safety
is my number-one priority.

I've hidden
all the sharp objects,

taken down all the mirrors.

I cook all of his meals,
make sure he eats enough.

Mom, we can get you more help.

You know, I-I got it covered.

Oh, I like to do it.

You know, he is at his happiest
when he eats.

I think your efforts
are incredibly admirable.

But sometimes prioritizing
safety over autonomy

can have negative effects
on the people we're caring for.

It's easy for you to say
when it's not your dad.

Serena...

Uh, it's okay.

I recommend striking a balance.

Let him help out with some
of the chores around the house.

Do you think
there was ever a time

when I didn't have to ask him
to take out the trash?

Oh, no. I would gladly do it,
because I hate it.

He can stay.

Can I ask, does Duke play?

First time I saw him,
we were at a party.

He had a banjo strapped to him

and started playing
Simon & Garfunkel.

I thought right then,
"I am going to marry him."

Music can be such
a powerful sensory tool.

I've had success in the past
with other dementia patients.

-Duke, may I?
-Please.

♪ Tom,
get your plane right on time ♪

♪ I know
that your part'll go fine now ♪

♪ Fly down to Mexico ♪

♪ Da, da da da, da-da da da da ♪

♪ And here I am ♪

♪ The only living boy
in New York ♪

♪ Half of the time, we're gone ♪

♪ But we don't know where ♪

-♪ We don't know where ♪
-♪ We don't know where ♪

Dad?

I missed you, old man.

Let's go home.

It's okay
to let him think that...

No, no.

Dad, it's me...

Josh. I'm your son.

I don't have a son!

Alright. Look right here for me.

-I'll be right back.
-Yeah.

I have spoken to him
three times.

He's not intoxicated.
He's not psychotic.

He's proven he has capacity.

I can't portray him
as otherwise.

So now what?
We just let him die?

All you need to do
is sign a piece of paper

and you will save his life.

You don't think
I want to do that?

Thorne, I've already risked
my job once

for an ethics violation.

I'm not going to do that again.

If he doesn't want to live,
that is his prerogative.

But I won't be an accomplice.

Banjo, huh?

I had a patient
a few years ago who played.

I like to pick up
my patients' hobbies.

My God.

They have kept a shrine to you.

Please tell me they turned
Serena's bedroom into an office.

-My mother's craft room.
-Oh.

When I look at these pictures,

I just see a sad kid,

desperately trying to connect
with his dad.

I thought if I followed his
footsteps, he might respect me.

I played baseball.
I joined the military.

For what it's worth,
I did the same thing.

Except for me,
it was gems and minerals

and Bach and motorcycles.

I think Duke mistaking you
for his own father

was an attempt to connect
with you.

Maybe.

For years, all I've wanted to do

was have a real conversation
with my dad,

for him to recognize me and...
and be proud of who I am.

I naively thought I'd have
more time to get through to him.

I realize
there is no simple solution,

but focused ultrasound
with micro bubbles

could help slow
the progression of his dementia.

You know how Josh feels
about experimental procedures.

I thought maybe
if he heard it from you.

I, um, already discussed this
with Serena earlier.

-Oh.
-She and I have always been...

How is it that you say...
peas in a pod?

Anyway, she wanted
a second opinion,

and I told her that given Duke's
age and advanced dementia,

focused ultrasound
wouldn't make sense.

I'm sorry. I wish I could help.

Please ask Josh if there's
anything else I can do.

Oh, he's in his office if you
want to talk to him yourself.

You don't know?

Josh and I broke up.

I don't know, Wolf, if you were
the rebound or if I was.

The first time around,

I wasn't ready
for all the things Josh wanted.

I hope you're ready
for all the things he wants.

It would be a shame
for him to get hurt again.

Home plate.

A shift of perspective.

Do the numbers 72, 20, 14
have any significance to you?

-No.
-These are dad's high-school baseball stats.

72 hits, 20 home runs.

14 bases stolen.

We are on to something.

Now, I know
how hard this disease can be,

how much has been taken
from Duke,

from all of you.

But he is still there.

The Alzheimer's has caused
his hippocampus to atrophy.

That's the area of the brain

that allows him to form
new memories.

But his long-term memories
are still preserved.

I know how much we want to bring
Duke into the present

to orient him,

but I would actually like
to help Duke

by bringing him back to a time

when his most powerful memories
were formed...

on the baseball field.

Reminiscence therapy?

You want us to enter dad's
dementia along with him?

That is one way to phrase it.

Another is that I can offer you

a low-tech,
low-risk intervention

that has been shown
to improve mood,

decrease social isolation,
nurture connectedness.

Our first date
was at a Yankees game.

We'll try anything
if it will help my husband.

-I want to do it.
-Mom...

he's asking a man in his 70s

to play baseball
in the height of winter.

Well, I'm not one

to let a little weather
interfere

with my treatment options.

So I enlisted some friends to
help with a contingency plan...

a simulation
in a controlled environment.

Duke,
I know you want to go home.

So that's where
we're gonna take you.

Justine, did Mr. Caldwell pass?

If so, I'd like to check in
with his family.

Slow your roll.
Dr. Pierce is still in surgery.

Surgery?

He finally consented.

No. I think Dr. Chan said
he didn't have capacity.

But don't quote me on that.
I don't know.

You went behind my back.

He has a family.
I got a second opinion.

-I won't apologize.
-I don't expect you to.

-Alright.
-I just thought you had a little more integrity.

Carol...

Can I get you a menu, honey?

Sure.

And I'll take a cup of coffee.

Did you ever live in Bed-Stuy,

-over by Fulton?
-I grew up upstate.

I guess you must just have
one of those faces.

Hmm.

Do you actually have a second?

Mm.

The truth is that I was born
in Brooklyn.

But I was given up for adoption.

I obviously don't remember
my birth mother,

but I was told
that she was a good person

who just couldn't take care
of me.

I think she might be you.

Is that right?

I'm sorry
if this feels like an ambush.

Uh...

I just really needed
to meet you.

I'm sorry, but I never gave up
a baby for adoption.

I'll get you that coffee to go.

Oh, hey.

Hey.

Oh!

Ice cream for you!

Step right up!

If you build it, he will come.

Man, this takes grand gesture
to a whole new level.

It pays to have access to
a motorcycle gang's warehouse.

I just wanted Josh
to have that moment with his dad

that I never got with mine.

Dad.

You look so handsome.

Hey, no crying in baseball.

Go get him, Dad.

I got your mitt.

So, Beau and I
are officially over.

Yeah, no, it was...
it was the right decision.

Okay.

Suddenly, it feels like

there's nothing standing
in the way of me and Wolf.

So what's holding you back?

I'm scared that something
will go wrong for Wolf

-and he'll run away again.
-Mm.

Um...

Josh...

He didn't want to tell you,
but his dad passed away.

He just found out
a few days ago.

He's okay.

Honestly, he grieved his dad
a long time ago.

Point is,
that doesn't look like someone

who's running away to me.

Let's play ball!

That's...
That's what people say, right?

Yeah!

Go, Duke! Let's go!

Yeah, Duke!

Let's go, Duke!

See what you got, Duke.

Okay, you got this, Dad.
Here we go, here we go.

Let's go.

Safe!

-Yeah!
-Damn, Silva.

Got an arm.

I'm good at baseball.

A great hustle!

You're out!

Whoo!

-Yeah, Duke!
-Here you go.

Whoo! Go, Dad!

Alright, Dad. Alright, Dad.

Let's go, Duke!

Go, Dad!

-Duke!
-Go, Duke!

Duke.

Bring me home, baby!

Come on, Duke!

You did it, Dad.

Come on. Let's go home.

Let's go home.

-Go.
-Let's go.

Go on, Duke! Let's go!

Come on, Dad! Let's go!

Well, it seems like Duke had
a really good time out there.

Thank you for everything
you've done for our family.

-Mm.
-It's been a long time

since I've seen that version
of my husband.

Duke is still in there.

Over the years,
being married to Duke

we've been the keepers
of each other's memories.

I always thought
we'd spend our golden years

looking back
on that time together.

And now he's...
he's forgetting all of it.

It's so sad.

Makes me feel... alone.

At least you know
you picked the right person

to make memories with.

You're right.

And that's what I want
for my kids.

I, uh...

I'm very proud to have raised
a fine neurosurgeon.

Josh takes after his dad
in that department,

always making decisions
with his head.

I just hope
somewhere along the way...

I taught my son
to follow his heart.

Pierce.

Hey.

I can't apologize
if you don't let me.

I've had a pit in my stomach
all day.

I don't like arguing with you.
I'm sorry.

I don't like fighting
with you either, Anthony.

But maybe we aren't good at
mixing business with pleasure.

Carol, it was one hiccup.

I didn't want to let
the guy die.

And I don't like being lied to.

I am not your ex-husband.

And I'm not that easy,
breezy girl from 20 years ago.

I've had too much
life experience,

too much heartbreak,
and too much baggage.

I need to hit the pause button.

Okay.

I can respect that.

Just let me know when you're
ready to hit play again.

You did great out there.

Who taught you
how to throw a slider like that?

You did, Dad.

You know, I still think about

when you coached
my little league team.

I was always the weakest batter,

but you put me in the four hole
to clean up.

There was that one game.

Ninth inning, bases loaded.

We were down by three.
I was at bat.

I... I struck out looking.

-Mm.
-We lost.

I was so mad at you
for putting me in that position.

But you insisted
that we stay late.

Hit some balls.
Just the two of us.

Just for fun.

That night,
I hit my first home run.

And you cheered,

like the stands were packed
with thousands of fans.

Put me up on your shoulders.

You made me feel like
I won the World Series.

I'm so proud of you.

Look at you, a doctor.

Are you dating anyone special?

Not at the moment.

But there is someone.

It's complicated.

Good ones usually are.

Want to tell me more about him?

Well, for starters, he's a...

He's a brilliant neurologist.

Stubborn as an ox.

But I'm just crazy about him.

I figure we could take what
we want and donate the rest.

Dad was a pack rat.

Mm.

What's so funny?

Oh, uh, nothing.
You know, you're just...

not at all what I imagined.

Well, I thought you'd be taller.

When I came here
and I saw the photos,

I learned that he had a good
life with you and your mom.

It hurt, a lot.

I wanted to believe

that he spent
the last 30 years grieving me.

I couldn't accept that
you got him your whole life

and I didn't.

If it makes you feel better,

he wanted you to have
half his ashes.

Would it have killed the man
to have a filing system?

Sorry. This was all
just so selfish of him.

-I know.
-He had this whole other life.

-I know.
-He just drops a bomb on me, and then he dies.

I know.

I get that...

I was the lucky one.

But growing up,

it always felt like
there was someone else

he was comparing me to.

Now I know.

It was you.

I'm sorry about your dad.

Thanks.

But I am okay.

Is that for me?

No. Uh, got it for myself,
actually, a few months ago.

It's been a nightmare
trying to keep it alive.

Am I watering it too much,
not enough?

Try direct sunlight,
humidity from the shower.

Strangely, playing Bach is the
only thing that seems to help.

This thing has taken over
my life.

It's unpredictable,
stubborn, moody.

I never know what it needs.

But it's all I can think about.

Um...

Are we still talking about
a fern?

I love you, Oliver.

I want to play Bach for you.

I want to put you in the sun.

I love you, too.

But I don't know if I can
give you the life you want.

You know me.

Josh,
I'm not the one you choose.

-Oh.
-Well, see? That's just it.

It's... It's not a choice.

From the day I met you,
you were the one.

I tried to fight it. I...

I really did.

But it was always you.

The life I want,

whatever that looks like,
is with you.

Love is a brain-altering event.

It releases a cascade
of neurochemicals.

♪ ...endless ocean,
finally, lovers... ♪

Dopamine surges,

creating euphoria...

our desire for connection.

♪ ...returning
to some secret... ♪

Norepinephrine increases,

causing our hearts to race,
palms to sweat.

♪ Watching in slow motion
as you turn around and say... ♪

Serotonin drops,
making us lovesick.

♪ Take my breath away ♪

♪ Take my breath away ♪

♪ Watching, I keep... ♪

Our attachment hormones,
oxytocin and vasopressin, rise.

The brain clears a path for us
to form a bond...

♪ ...hesitating to become... ♪

And, despite ourselves
and all odds, follow our hearts.

♪ Turning and returning
to some secret place to hide ♪

♪ Watching in slow motion
as you turn to me and say ♪

♪ Take my breath away ♪

Dr. Thorne, we are here
to discuss an interaction

you had with a patient
named Alan Caldwell.

We recovered a body
in the trunk of a vehicle

registered to Mr. Caldwell.

The body identified
was his wife.

Wait. Sorry. He...

-He killed his wife?
-We don't know.

Alan named you and a
Dr. Carol Pierce as his alibis.

If you could come with us,
we have some questions for you.

You said no work on vacation.

Axonal transport kinetics
is not work.

It's pleasure.

And please. I see you
doing your morning pages.

Breakfast is in 15, and I will
not miss that waffle buffet.

Get up boys. Come on.

Your third wheel is hungry!

So, I've been thinking a lot

about that cocktail
you had yesterday, Carol.

The papaya one or the spicy one?

There have been so many.
How can you keep track?

Yes. We need multiple
ambulances at the Zavar.

Please hurry.

I got a pulse here,
but it's thready!

She's having a seizure. Come on.

Her pulse is weak and rapid.

What is this?