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[J.D.] In a hospital, when feelings come back, it's usually a good thing.

I can feel my legs.

I can walk.

[groans]

You could always walk, Mr. Jensen. You were just very drunk.

Nurse, please.

But when my feelings for Elliot came back,

I knew it was better to just let them go and be her friend.

Well, I got funding. I got volunteers.

Got that possum out of the wheel well.

I'm so proud of you.

Sorry, can't hug. Cassie's coming out.

I don't want her to think there's anything between us.

Oh, please, J.D., obviously there's nothing romantic between us.

I know, I'm with you.

Hey, you got your women's clinic up and running.

And I raised all of the money by myself,

and it definitely did not have anything to do with my feet.

Anyway, she's ready to roll.

Really? 'Cause I think your front tire is flat,

and I think there's a possum coming out of that wheel well.

-Prick. -You wanna grab some coffee?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll meet you in there. I'm just gonna help her out.

Sure.

And she's inside. You can let it out.

Oh, my God, a possum, a possum. What if he scurries over here?

What's his tail like? Is it girthy? I don't want to know. Don't tell me.

Thank you.

Wow, this place is packed.

You really pulled it off even though you didn't take my drink suggestion.

I think the Chifacino would've been a huge hit.

J.D., I told you early testing showed nobody wanted your foam art face

in their mouth first thing in the morning.

Frankly, I blame the baristas.

I mean, I'm aware I have large features,

but they were using so much cinnamon for my nose. I looked like Gonzo.

You just have to let it roll off you. Look at me.

I turned a house of God into a coffee shop.

Everybody hates me, but I am so happy.

And as long as you trust me and you get what I'm doing, then I'm really good.

I think you're so smart, but maybe you could win them over

by throwing a pizza party or carrying around a small puppy.

I gotta go. I gotta, um, learn sign language to fire an interpreter.

You still sleeping with the enemy?

No, unfortunately we haven't even kissed yet.

Do not consummate this unholy tryst, J.D.

You must stay strong in the face of temptation.

Follow your moral compass.

One cold foam iced caramel mocha cappuccino with whipped cream

and chocolate sprinkles for Dr. Twerk.

[laughs] You hypocrite.

-That's not my drink. -Oh, please. Dr. Twerk? I'm not an idiot.

-Hi. I'm Dr. Twerk. -[barista] Enjoy.

I'm sorry, I thought you were using a pseudonym.

I've got a hot chocolate for Dr. Hot Chocolate.

Now that's mine.

[laughs]

♪ I can't do this all on my own ♪

♪ No, I know I'm no Superman ♪

♪ I'm no Superman ♪

[J.D.] There are lots of indicators

of what kind of day we're having in the hospital,

but the most reliable one, Grant's hair.

They just keep coming, man. The ER is flooding us.

It's like the virus I got from downloading porn on my family desktop when I was 12.

Every time I'd close a window, two more would pop up.

Don't worry, Grant, I'm here. I'm gonna help you get things under control.

Everybody gather around, please. We're medical. We know the drill.

The ER doesn't take the time to diagnose their patients

and send them to the right department.

They just dump them all on us, and it's wrong.

We have our own patients. We have our own lives.

Damn right, I'm directing a best of Broadway fundraiser for my church.

Ain't nobody got time for this.

Ooh, are there still parts left? Ensemble's fine.

I need to see you move. My choreography is not for amateurs.

-What was I saying? -The ER. Let's burn it down.

-[all] Yeah. -No, arson is rarely the answer, Blake.

Okay, but you can light the fire of your commitment to world-class medical care.

Take care of each other. Take care of yourselves.

They may take away our free time, but they will never take our freedom.

-Yes. -Yeah.

-[grunts] -[whoops]

-[chuckles] All right. -That didn't make any sense.

My good man, I am your mentor. Why don't you have any respect for me?

Is it because I occasionally use the word fashizzle?

If you want me to respect you, just do something about this.

I am on it. I am standing up for you. I'm standing up for our whole department.

Now let's go show those ER alphas who the real men are.

Oh, oopsie.

-Did Dubois see that? -No, thank God.

Hey, Dubois, I saw on the chart that you're about to give Asher

that complex ketoacidosis patient.

I'd like to switch with him.

Well, I would like the freedom to wear cowboy boots with my scrubs,

but that ain't happening.

And you need to stop covering for Asher by switching him to easier patients.

He's going to be a great doctor.

We just need to give him a little time to get there.

You are messing with the natural order of the hospital, and she is a fickle bitch.

Dr. Reid, hey, can I switch patients with Asher so I can round with you?

Your mentorship has been a lighthouse in guiding my menteeship

to Dr. Island.

Tosh.

Of course you can switch.

And I really needed to hear that. Today's been rough.

I've been running around so much I broke the heel off my shoe.

Amara, house rules apply here too. No friction on places I have to sit.

Bye. D-Train, don't be mad.

Hey, what's up with her?

I shouldn't rub my happiness in her face.

I mean, all the interns have coupled up, me and Blake, Tosh and Asher.

Even Grant adopted that turtle.

Dashana just sits at home ad-libbing lines,

pretending she was the only Black person in Friends.

Come on, Dashana?

She's a true player. She's like the lesbian Wilt Chamberlain.

Wilt Chamberlain, he's a basketball player.

Eighth all-time in scoring, first all-time in sex?

That's not what's happening with Dashana. She is super lonely.

You're her role model. Maybe you can talk to her?

I don't feel comfortable getting involved in the dating lives of my coworkers,

except for Nurse Dubois.

I just want him with someone as special as he is.

And it is definitely not Gerald. Although we keep taking him back.

[Asher] She's in and out of consciousness.

With brain tumors like these, she could pass today or a few weeks from now.

The best we can do is keep her comfortable.

We so appreciate all you're doing for her.

-I made you a coffee cake. -Thank you.

Proud of you, son.

Those are the nicest Americans I've ever met. Are they in a cult?

Yes, they're Midwestern. They worship butter.

What a perfect patient.

I mean, she's on her way out. I couldn't mess this up if I tried.

Almost a little too perfect.

I don't want to stereotype, but all ER docs are mountain-climbing,

Timberland-wearing, adrenaline junkies that can smell fear,

so we mustn't let them intimidate us.

Gunshot wound to the lower leg.

Start two large bore IVs.

Check for all entrance and possible exit wounds.

Oh, my God, I'm on his side now.

Dr. Jax, emergency medicine. Can I help you guys?

-Jax, is that your first or last name? -Short for Jaxel.

Jaxel, I didn't even know that could be a name.

Oh, Jaxel's a name. Women have left me for many a Jaxel.

We have a huge problem, man.

You gotta stop dumping patients to our department, okay?

We are way past capacity.

We're just as overworked as you are because that idiot hospital administrator

has her new moneymaking scheme that is screwing us all.

Hey, you watch how you talk about her, okay?

[thudding]

[J.D.] Oh, my God, what kind of Zumba classes is this guy taking?

What is this, like two, three times a week?

-May I? -No.

Listen, there are three reasons why every ambulance driver

is dropping their patients at our hospital instead of any others.

-Amanda. -Hi.

Other Amanda. And Amanda.

They're all Amanda?

It must be so confusing during an emergency.

Are you telling me Cassie put hot nurses at admissions as bait

to lure EMTs so we could get more patients?

It's ridiculous.

-Where's frumpy Sandra? I loved her. -Mmm.

She had the funniest knock-knock jokes.

-Knock-knock. -Who's there?

Capitalism, brother.

[laughing] Oh, my God.

You are sick.

-Prick. -I got this.

My mom taught me how to change a flat. It's super easy.

Oh, no, my tire's flat. Whatever will I do?

Sibby! What the frick?

I caught one.

Hey.

You ladies in need of a bit of assistance?

-Um… -I got you.

[♪ sensual music playing]

[cranking]

Ha-cha-cha!

Sibby. You're breathing very loud.

Ha-cha-cha!

Dashana, right?

I've put a little something special on that for you.

Cool. [chuckles]

-[Amara] See? -Fine. I'll talk to her. Dashana, please.

What's up, player? I see you and that barista vibing.

Uh, yeah, why is my boss getting all up in my romantic grill?

You're absolutely right. This is none of my business.

This was Amara's fault.

-She wanted to do this. -[gasps]

I cannot believe you, Amara.

Okay, I thought living with you would be like Sex and the City.

It's more like The Golden Girls.

Okay, right.

First of all, The Golden Girls used to get down.

Even the old one would get her glasses knocked off every once in a while.

They got busy.

Mmm, coffee cake? It's mostly butter.

No, something about impending death just kills my appetite.

I'm sorry you've had such a run of complex patients.

Actually, it's weird how easy my cases have been lately.

What? No, it's not weird at all.

[chuckles] Just stop questioning it. Let's make out.

[groans]

I think Barb's trying to speak.

My nephew is really my son.

[machine beeps rapidly, flatlines]

Barb, please don't leave me with the burden of this secret.

She's DNR.

She's gone.

But the natural order is back.

Hey, we need to talk.

Are you actually luring EMTs to this hospital with hot, sexy nurses?

And where's frumpy Sandra?

Sandra asked to move to pediatrics, and frumpy? Really?

I would pray to look that good if I survived seven years in a Siberian prison.

You know, she laid 2000 miles of railroad track.

I know. She won't shut up about it.

Cassie, my department's completely overwhelmed.

Okay, you have to call this off.

Your department is always overwhelmed.

You never have enough staff or equipment.

And my plan will bring in the money to give you both.

So it's gonna be a crazy few weeks,

and then I'll make sure that you're never understaffed again.

Come on, let me throw some cold, hard cash down the G-string of this place.

Imagine what it would be like if money were no object.

I could finally have my screenplay professionally produced.

-[jazz music playing] -[lively chatter]

[crickets chirping]

[muffled music continues playing]

Did somebody call for Dr. Acula?

It's 1932. We don't even have phones yet.

-Well, come on, let me in. -Bitch, you're obviously a vampire.

Nuh-uh, I just want to do some of that sexy, sweaty dancing

y'all are doing, please.

-I got moves. -[all exclaim]

He running in place.

It's like he's a running man.

I think I got it.

-You got it. -Like this, right?

-Hey. Hey. -Yeah.

-Look at me. Hey? -It's just like that.

-[snarls] -[screaming]

-[flesh ripping] -[groaning]

Bitch, I told you.

[chuckles]

Let's go into town

-and drain some hillbillies. [laughs] -Okay.

Turk, wait! It takes me a second to get it up!

I should have never let Turk do that rewrite.

Yeah, no, I was thinking something medical.

That-That could be great too. That could be great too.

Oof! A deathbed confession? It's rare, but it happens.

What do I do?

If I tell them, I could destroy that lovely family.

If I don't, the lie's gonna eat away at me.

I was feeling bad for Tosh,

but she really lucked out when she switched patients with you.

What do you mean, switched patients with me?

[J.D.] As doctors, all we want to do is help.

But siding with Cassie wasn't helping.

Okay, everybody, calm down.

-Burn his office. -[all] Yeah!

We need to get a sidebar on that arson thing, Blake.

But it's only for a few weeks,

and we're gonna be able to help so many people.

The only thing we're helping with is you having sex with that mean lady.

If you must know, we haven't even kissed yet, but I plan to.

With tongue.

He sold us out and he hasn't even touched an areola.

[J.D.] As Chief, I had to handle this moment with grace.

Damn it, why is Dubois never around whenever I nail that?

Step ball change.

Dig in, gang.

I know this pizza party isn't gonna fix how busy we are,

but I want you to know I appreciate you, and so does…

-my little buddy. -[whimpers]

-Pizza. -Pizza.

Well, we do want to make sure we're sharing.

-Jean, I'm so sorry. -You ought to be ashamed of yourself

trying to bribe everybody with pizza and a therapy dog.

There's nothing you can say to make me support you

staying with that Cassie woman.

I started having feelings for Elliot again.

-Cassie it is. -I am not opening up that door,

but I do want to give it a shot with Cassie.

Part of that means supporting her ideas when they're good for this place.

And if she happens to be crazy in bed, even when they're not good for this place.

Okay, this whole conversation's been a bit of an emotional roller coaster for me.

So what I'ma do is, I'ma take this dog

and I'ma scratch its belly until my heart rate goes down.

-Oh, my God. -[whimpering]

[Grant] Pizza party!

I knew you had it in you.

Where's the pizza?

Everyone just swooped in. [stammers] People took full pies.

Why can't you deliver on anything?

-Tosh. -Oh!

-Oh! -Oh, nice try,

but I've been avoiding people in this hospital

-since you were in diapers. -Avoiding you?

More like stalking you. I'm obsessed.

Stop lying. I know you're just covering for Asher.

I'm just trying to help him.

Coming to me would have been helping him, but I guess he didn't trust me.

I guess my mentorship is not a lighthouse.

I wish I would have known that before I bought a $600 watercolor of one.

You two, talk.

I don't want any of this awkward energy when I come to watch The Bachelor later.

It's a double rose ceremony, and that's already tense enough.

Thanks to you, our attending,

whose respect I try to earn every single day,

now thinks I'm some kind of sexless shut-in,

like you were before you doubled your body count with our intern class.

If it makes you feel better, you can tell him something embarrassing about me.

Amara thought she lost her virginity to a washing machine when she was 13.

No, not that one! [sighs]

Okay, Dr. Fitzgerald,

I wish all your medical students the best of luck in their future careers.

Dashana, what the hell?

Look, I didn't come out till I was 20.

The Zoom's over. You can stop trying to ruin it.

I just meant, I am so confident about everything in my life,

but not about dating.

It's all so new to me.

Sometimes I can't even tell who's gay.

If everyone's wearing wide-leg jorts and Oakleys,

how am I supposed to know who the lesbians are?

-I don't know. -I'm 26,

I don't know what I'm doing, and it's embarrassing.

I didn't know what I was doing when I was 26 either.

I know how hard it is for you not to be the best at something,

but I can tell you,

the awkwardness will be worth it when you meet the right person.

In my defense, I was homeschooled.

My sex ed was watching our dog hump the couch.

I just made it worse.

Hey, I managed to find you a slice of pizza.

Unfortunately, it's all black olives.

I think people picked them off the rest of the pizza

and then piled them onto this one slice.

Thank you.

Not an olives guy?

You know, I had a mentor just like you at my last hospital.

Told me that he was my friend and that I should trust him,

but the second something went wrong, I took the fall for it.

And that's why I'm here now. That's why I'm broke.

That's why this will maybe never be what you want it to be.

All right, I'm so sorry, but I didn't know that.

-Yeah, now you do. So just maybe back off. -Okay.

-Message received. -Or at least…

at least turn around. I just reminded myself I'm poor

and I'm in no position to turn down garbage pizza.

-No, you're not. You're not gonna-- -Just turn around.

Turn around, please.

[humming]

Why are we in the ER?

I went over all your charts from the last few months.

You have the skills to treat your patients,

but too many of your notes end with, "But what do I know?"

You don't lack talent. You just lack confidence.

I think I'm getting better, but what do I know?

I see what you mean.

I know how to help you because I was you,

so I moved up your ER rotation 'cause, in here, you don't have time to overthink.

Page anesthesia, stat to Emerg.

Hey, kid, airway's blocked.

Um…

-What is your move? -Cric kit!

Hyperextend the head, please. Landmark for cricoid cartilage located. Scalpel.

Here you are.

-[air hissing] -[machine beeping]

Bougie.

Tube.

Airway secured. Start bagging.

Kid: one, death: zero. [clicks tongue]

[J.D.] Cassie and I were the new power couple.

Powerfully hated.

You know, I couldn't care less if people like me or not.

You can't stand it, can you?

I sometimes let it get to me all the time.

Well, if being with me is too hard, I totally understand if you want out.

I'll whisper, "You little bitch," as we pass each other in the hallway,

-but I'll understand. -Would a little bitch do this?

Wow. I didn't think you had it in you, you little bitch.

You're the bitch.

That "little" makes a big difference.

-Let's reset. -Okay.

-Okay. -Mm-hmm.

[Turk] All right, this is what you're gonna do.

You tell her you wanna take her camping in your Subaru,

and then you hand her a bunch of these carabiners.

I don't know what they're for, and frankly, it's none of my business.

So those are all stereotypes about white lesbians.

Just make eye contact and smile.

-Okay. -Go get 'em.

Mmm.

[Dashana clears throat]

-Hey. -Hey.

Okay, guys, possible myocardial infarction!

Get an EKG, enzymes, and a stat triple rule-out CT.

That was the sexiest handling of an infarction I've ever seen.

How dare you soil this man's infarction for your awkward segue?

[scoffs] How long are you going to keep ignoring my texts?

How long were you gonna lie to me? Until you were on your deathbed like Barb?

I don't want to be with someone who doesn't respect me enough

-to tell me the truth. -So, are we…

I don't know. I mean, here I was thinking we were…

I can't think of what to say to you right now, so just forget it.

You're in the ER, kid. Don't overthink it.

Sam?

-I love you. -You do?

Yeah. That's why what you did hurt so much.

I love you too.

[chuckles] God, it feels good to say that. From now on, I'm only going with my gut.

[chuckles]

Hey, your aunt's your mum.

Okay, that was clearly a mistake. My gut's now telling us to run.

[chuckles]

[J.D.] Some people think we don't need lighthouses anymore.

They're ugly haunted homes for lonely bearded weirdos.

See you later.

But I don't think that's true.

When you're lost, you always hope someone will light the way.

-I did! -Are you sure?

[Grant] There he is, our fearless leader.

We all heard you kissed her.

What'd it taste like? Lies?

Okay, I shouldn't talk about kiss taste,

but I stand by the principle that you're a sellout.

You'd do anything for a little bit of money.

Grant, I know, as chief resident, this all falls on you,

but whether you choose to believe it or not, I got your back.

I spoke to Cassie. Gonna give you a raise.

Unless you don't want to be a sellout.

You know what?

Thank you so much, dude.

I am so broke right now.

I adopted this little turtle. It's like, "How much does a turtle cost?"

Like, a bajillion dollars.

This little bastard has, like, five diseases I've never heard of.

The only healthy part is his face.

It's not like you can pop the hood open and see what's going on in there.

Why don't you go home and take that little bastard for a walk in a shoebox

-or whatever it is you do with a turtle? -Wow.

-Duke will love that. -Duke.

[J.D.] I kind of love being a lighthouse.

Okay, how worried do I need to be about your feelings for Elliot?

Oh, don't worry, I'm not falling back into all that.

Good, good, because it looks like she's already fallen

-into something else. -[J.D.] What? Not Jaxel.

What could she possibly see in him?

[Turk] I guess that.

Wow, he's really making them bounce.

Oh, please. Anybody could do that.

-Are mine bouncing? -What?

-Wait, Turk, are mine bouncing? -[Turk] They're bouncing.

-Are they bouncing, Turk? -[Turk] They're bouncing!

-[♪ lively music playing] -Come on, invite me in… I mean, let me in.

I got moves. What y'all know about this?

[all] Ooh!

He's walking on the moon.

Oh! He look like a robot, and I don't even know what a robot is.

-Check this. -What happened to his arm?

-He broke his arm. -Y'all ain't seen this either.

Mmm!

I don't know what that is, but don't it remind y'all of a cabbage patch?

Ooh!

-Watch this. -Did he just go underwater?

How about some of this?

-[all exclaim] -Oh! Oh!

I'ma be honest with you,

-that's the kinda dance we doing in here. -Okay.