All language subtitles for Brilliant Minds S01E08 The Lovesick Widow 720p AMZN WEB-DL DDP5 1 H 264-NTb

How do human beings,
on their worst days,

still manage to get out of bed?

What is it that motivates us
to move forward?

Simply put-- desire.

For love. Joy.
Money. Food. Sex.

Because in the rare moments

when we actually get
what we want,

our brains gift us
with dopamine,

the neurotransmitter
that creates... pleasure.

And, like water,
pleasure is essential

to the survival
of human beings...

...even when it seems
out of reach.

Incoming.

I have been searching for a vein
for an IV on Mr. Bishop

for 10 minutes.

Your turn, Mr. Touchdown.

Dr. Kinney, are you
actually asking for my help?

Finally,

she sees me
in a different light.

So I'd like to consider--

So I think-- I think we know
what we need to do.

You know, let's move
Mrs. Arpin post-op into the ICU.

We have a bed now that
our John Doe is gone.

Could you please tell the chief

that his name was Roman,
not John Doe?

I'd prefer not to get
in the middle of this.

Thank you, Dr. Nichols.

It's amazing how smoothly
a hospital can run

when its procedures
are followed by its doctors.

Okay, I'm just going to say it.

What is the deal with
Dr. Wolf and his mom?

Take it from a psychiatrist.

There's never a dull moment
between mother and son.

Ever.

I am sorry to report
that you have...

a twinkle in your eyes.

I like him.

Mrs. Sullivan,
your boys mentioned

that you were recently asked

to leave
your assisted-living facility.

On account of erratic behavior.

They like
their residents sedated,

and I have too much pep
in my step.

They also kept finding her
entering other people's rooms

at night, and when they'd
bring her back to her bed,

she'd get aggressive.

She has taken a real turn
since our dad died last year.

Mom, you know it's true.

You haven't been acting
like yourself.

We were wondering
if it could be grief related.

It's possible.

That can be a
wildly unpredictable stressor.

They want me to be sad forever.

That's not true.

I'm going to go ahead
and have my team get started

on some cognitive tests.

Do you think
that it might be dementia?

It does run in the family.

That's why our GP referred us.

I don't want to speculate,

but we will do everything
we can to find out

if this has
a neurological cause.

Does that sound good,
Mrs. Sullivan?

Mrs. Sullivan is my dead
mother-in-law.

Please, call me June.

June.
That's a lovely name.

You know, you look

like a younger version
of my late husband.

Do you see it, boys?

I think it's the beard.

Always made me weak
in the knees.

Mom, just let the man
do his job.

Tell me, do you give
your mother this much grief?

Have you chosen a specialty
yet?

I'm a bit torn

between neuro
and cardiology.

Oliver.

You're just in time
for dinner.

Come. Say hello.

Hi. Tom.

Tom is the medical student
that I was telling you about.

From Oxford.

He's visiting for the summer
as part of his exchange program.

Well, I'm not giving up
my bedroom.

He'll be sleeping
on the pullout.

In the office.

You mean dad's office?

You can put me anywhere.

In the attic. Under the stairs.
I'm easy.

Just don't touch anything.

You know, go wash up.

I just don't feel like myself
anymore.

I swear, I've never been someone

who had trouble
getting out of bed.

Lifelong productivity junkie.

But now I just lay there,
thinking about him.

I haven't slept in days.

I just don't understand
why he won't return my calls.

All I want from him is closure.

I know it's painful.

But, remember, he asked you
to stop contacting him.

He drew a healthy boundary,

and the best thing
you can do for yourself

is respect his wishes.

I feel like Esther Greenwood
in "The Bell Jar."

I remember reading that book
and thinking,

"Get it together, girl."

And now look at me.
I'm totally incapable.

Says the woman
who's getting a doctorate

in comparative literature.

You're incredibly capable.

Just going through a rough time.

I hate being this weak
when it comes to men.

I always thought of myself
as independent.

Like you.
- Mm?

You didn't even take
your husband's last name

when you got married.

That's, like, the ultimate
feminist move.

I don't recall mentioning
that Pierce is my maiden name.

Got me.

I Googled you.

It came up when
I was researching psychiatrists.

I-I didn't realize you were
married to a doctor, too.

Talk about power couple.

Same time next week?

Hey, boys,
we spoke to the director

at June's
assisted-living facility

to get a better picture
of her behavioral issues.

Confirmed that she
was kicked out of Sunny Park

and she went out with a bang.

She and the other
male residents

were caught multiple times
in flagrante delicto.

I failed Latin.

AKA caught in the act.

AKA June was getting down
with Mark, Luke, and John

in the biblical sense.
AKA--

Okay, we get it.
June was sleeping around.

With half the men
in the community.

And it's a big community.

Not a judgment, just a fact.

Okay, just because June's
not showing signs

of cognitive decline yet,

we're not out of the woods
when it comes to dementia.

I mean, hypersexuality could be

a symptom of a brain injury
or tumor or Parkinson's.

Or bipolar disorder,
substance abuse.

There's something going on,
and it's not clear

if she's going to be safe
if we send her home.

So let's admit her
and catch Wolf up to speed.

He's going to love this case.

Yeah.

Nichols, can I help you?

I need your thoughts
on our--

our vestibular schwannoma
patient.

You know, the--
the-- I asked for your--

uh, an update
as soon as you were done.

Uh, I-I'm not done.

Oh, okay.
Look-- Look, I, um--

I don't care what you do
on your own time,

but when we're-- when--
when we're on a case together,

I just-- I need open...

Channels of communication.

Understood.

According to the staff
at Sunny Park,

you weren't entering
other residents' rooms

because you were confused.

Is that accurate?

My sons said I was confused.

It's more palatable than saying
their mother was having sex.

They don't want to use those
two words in the same sentence.

I'm not ashamed of myself.

Okay, then, well, uh,
in that case,

would you mind walking me
through your sexual history?

How much paper do you have?

Mickey and I
were high school sweethearts

before we got married.

I'd say we had a healthy
sex life for the most part.

And up until a year ago,
he was my entire history.

But now the number
of my partners has increased...

thirtyfold.

Give or take a few.

Um, June,

you should know that some
diseases cause hypersexuality.

And that's why we've
admitted you to the hospital

so that we could determine
the etiology.

I'm not sick. I know my body.

I feel more alive than ever.

Now that my kids are grown
and my grandkids are teenagers,

it's my time.

I just wish my sons
could get on board.

Sometimes it's hard for us
to see our parents

as anything other
than our parents.

True.

Who knew erratic behavior was
code for hot octogenarian sex?

Honestly, good for June.

She's out there
living her best life.

I don't see the issue.

The issue is June isn't
just interested in sex.

She's demonstrating
compulsive sexual behavior

to the point of pathology.

Something's up.
- We don't know that yet.

But I do agree
with the instinct.

We think of disease as deficit,

but it can also present
as excess.

Like Parkinson's.

Patients can have
excess involuntary movement.

I mean,
her exam isn't consistent,

but meds for that
can cause hypersexuality.

So can frontotemporal dementia,

Which would make
her hypersexuality

just a brief reprieve
on the road to a grim death.

Huntington's can present with
hypersexuality and paraphilia.

Although, at her age,
it's extremely late-onset.

Leave it to Ericka
to specialize in all the ways

that sex is a disease.

Maybe June is just
finding herself.

Look, we don't want to
pathologize June unnecessarily.

We also don't want to miss
any diseases

that could be treatable.

Then we'll get a set
of neurodegenerative labs.

Send her for a brain MRI.

And a full suite
of STI testing.

Just to make sure she didn't
pick up any unwanted souvenirs.

Okay. Hold on.
Your Sullivan case

reminds me of a patient
I had a few years ago.

A guy comes in after
a massive car accident

and he's on the verge
of herniation,

but somehow we save his life.

Another miracle,
courtesy of Dr. Nichols.

Until he comes in
for a follow-up,

and his wife is pissed.
Something's wrong.

He's eating everything.
Like, the TV remote everything.

And he won't stop having sex.

Kluever-Bucy.

Damage to the bilateral
medial temporal lobes

in the accident.
- Textbook case.

I gave him a neuro referral,
and that was all I could do.

No surgery that could fix it.

Do you not think a neurosurgeon
should have the dexterity

to handle utensils used by a
third of the world's population?

Listen, it's not
that I can't use chopsticks.

I just prefer the efficiency
of the fork.

Oh, come on, I don't have
all day to sit around and opine

and play with my little tools
like you neurologists do.

Bathroom's all yours.

Um, if I'm ever in your way,
please just let me know.

This is your home.

I don't want to be
an imposition.

No, you're not.

If you want,
I can show you around.

Take you to the beach.
- Yeah, that sounds nice.

Uh, but if your mom's making
you play tour guide, then--

No, she's not.

I was rude earlier.

This is an olive branch.

Or an Oliver branch.

Anyway, um, offer accepted.

Beach sounds lovely.

Good night.

- Dr. Wolf.
- We got June's results back.

Nada.
- MRI showed

general age-appropriate
cerebral atrophy.

Nothing too specific.
- Labs were normal, too.

Even our STI testing
was negative. All of it.

Maybe this isn't a disease
after all.

Well, we need more time to see
how this plays out,

but we can spare her
a night in the hospital.

Set her up to see me
in the clinic.

- It's a stat page.
- From June's room.

There's a reindeer place.

- Oh, thank God.
- June?

Nurse Portia just went
looking for you.

She was talking to us, and then
she just stopped making sense.

June, can you tell me
where we are?

Underneath the asphalt,
there's cats and big--

Sounds like word salad
to me.

Precisely.
It's Wernicke's aphasia.

Excuse me.
- She could be having a stroke.

Stay calm, June. We're going to
lower your bed, okay?

- June?
- Deep breaths, June.

- Focus on your breaths.
- Oh, I don't know.

We need to get her
to a CT scan-- now.

June, we got you.

Stay with us, June.
It's okay. It's okay.

Your mother had
a transient ischemic attack,

or TIA, um, a mini stroke.

The good news is
these resolve on their own.

She's already improving,

and she should regain
her speech completely

within a couple of hours.

What's the bad news?

A TIA is a warning sign
that June is at risk

for having a full stroke in
the near future.

To prevent this, we've already
started her on medication,

and we're in the middle
of a full medical workup.

In the meantime, tell me
a little bit about your mom.

What was she like
before her personality changed?

Before your father died?

Sweet and kind, thoughtful.

A fourth grade teacher.
- Her health?

Uh, she used to have
high blood pressure,

but no other major issues,

aside from,
when we were in high school,

both our parents got
really sick for weeks.

Oh, God. Yeah, they had
really bad fevers

that came and went.

Dad even had these patchy
bald spots for a while.

I'm sorry.
Both of your parents were sick,

and neither of you got it?

And this was decades ago?
- Yeah.

I'd like to conduct
a lumbar puncture

with your mother's consent.

I think it could illuminate
a few things.

Wait up.

- Come on.
- Wait.

♪ One night to be confused ♪

♪ One night to speed up truth ♪
- Hey.

Aw.

So, I gather from the books
in your dad's office,

he was a doctor.

GP.

Yeah, worked at Bronx General
for a long time.

Can I ask what happened?

He died, uh, four years ago.

We were on a camping trip.

I was with him one minute,
and the next he was gone.

I'm sorry.

Uh, it's okay.

Feels good to talk about it.

My mom mostly avoids the topic.

Well...

...you can always talk to me.

If you want.

♪ We were in love ♪

♪ To call for hands of above ♪

♪ To lean on ♪

♪ Wouldn't be good enough ♪

♪ For me, no ♪

♪ To call for hands of above ♪

♪ To lean on ♪

♪ Wouldn't be good enough ♪

Transient ischemic attacks
can be scary...

- Mm-hmm.
- ...but what we really want

to avoid is an actual stroke.

So the spinal tap results will
help us zero in on a diagnosis.

You know what they never
tell you about getting older?

Doesn't matter what
you look like on the outside.

On the inside,
you still feel young.

That's why I like sex so much.

It's the one activity
that makes me feel young again.

You might be able to chase
the same high

with a brisk walk
in the morning.

What kind of sex
are you having?

Uh, medicine has been
my only love for a while now.

So dating and sex
had to take a back seat.

A back seat? for how long?

Um...

Three... years.

Oh, honey, I spent the last
decade of my marriage celibate.

It was so lonely.

Don't make the same mistake.

Especially at your age.

I never meant
for it to last this long,

but when you're in a dry spell,
it's scary to jump back in.

You just need to find
the right partner.

My neighbor Lou was my first
after my husband died.

He made me feel safe.

He made me feel beautiful.

I want that kind of guy for you.

Dr. Dang, I hear you're a whiz

at tracking people down
on the internet.

Some say whiz.
Others, genius, queen,

the missing face
in "Ocean's 8."

But, yes,
I am your cybersleuthing girl.

Uh-huh.
Um, I need to find a patient

who's gone radio silent.

I did a Google search, nothing
came up, and I'm worried.

- What's her name?
- Um, Alison Whitaker.

She's a PhD student at NYU.
- Mm, common name.

Try cross-checking her
with hospital records.

Um, okay.

She used a hyphenated name
on one of her intake forms.

Alison Zhang-Whitaker.

Okay, this is weird.

Um, I found her,
but, according to Google,

she's a med student at Columbia.

And it looks
like she knows your husband.

The spinal tap results revealed

that you have what's called
neurosyphilis.

It's caused by an infection

from an untreated case
of syphilis from decades past.

The vascular form
of neurosyphilis,

which is what you have,

spreads to
the central nervous system

and causes a variety
of symptoms,

including hypersexuality.

It's sometimes called
Cupid's disease.

It's not contagious,
so you don't have to contact

your sexual partners,

but if it's not
properly treated,

it can be fatal.

So everything
I've been feeling?

It's the disease.

Our mom has neurosyphilis,
which, if--

if I'm hearing you correctly,
is something you only contract

if you've had syphilis
in the past?

- That's correct.
- Mom, make this make sense.

Were you cheating on Dad?

I loved your father
with my whole heart,

and I was never unfaithful.

Unfortunately, the same cannot
be said about your father.

He had a million wonderful
qualities and one big flaw.

But when you're married
that long,

you ask yourself a question.

Do I want to look
across the dinner table

and see a man who loves me and
disappoints me in equal measure,

or do I want to see
an empty chair?

I chose him.

We had no idea.

I'm so sorry, Mom.

There is some good news here.

Neurosyphilis can be treated
with penicillin,

and many patients make
a complete recovery.

In some cases,
we won't be able to reverse

neurological damage
that's already occurred,

like the cerebral damage

that likely caused
your hypersexuality,

but we won't know for sure
until we start treatment.

That sounds like
too big of a gamble.

Mom,
he said it could be fatal.

It's true.

If the hypersexuality
goes away,

we can try libido-enhancing--

My brother and I are completely
fine with it going away.

It's just not appropriate.

She's 80 years old.

And still a person.

I love the way I am
with this disease,

and I don't know how much time
I have left on this planet.

Will you please tell her
this is a terrible mistake?

That's enough.

This is my decision.

Now, leave me be.

Am I being completely selfish?

No.

Not at all.

I feel like there's
this fire inside of me

that's been gone for so long.

I can't put it out again.

Maybe your sons
will come around.

Mm. We'll see.

You know,
I might be able

to help your sons understand you
a little bit better.

Um...

I want you...

to copy this diagram.

We just got an update
on the Sullivan case.

Apparently, June said no
to her treatment.

She doesn't want to cure
neurosyphilis

if that means killing
her sex drive.

Why would a woman in her 80s
risk her life for sex?

Bold choice, for sure.

Am I the only one
who's Team June here?

Like, let the woman live.

And by live, I mean have sex.
- I'm on the fence.

Sex is pretty high
on my list of favorite pastimes,

right above beating
your sweet little butts at Catan

and right below binging
K-dramas.

Okay, but what about
emotional intimacy?

That's, like, way hotter.
- Strongly agree.

Y'all are so full of it.

What makes pillow talk so great
is the sex you have before it.

Look, I'm just being real.

If there's no physical
connection between two people,

it's game over.

June has made her decision.

She does not want to be treated.

All I can do at this point
is get her sons on her side.

Do you want me
to talk to them?

I can be very intimidating.

Mm-hmm.

So, I asked your mom
to copy this diagram for me,

and this is what she drew.

Sometimes, inner life
and imagination

can be awakened by illness.

It's clear that this disease has
unlocked something in your mom.

Where most people see a box,
she sees so much more.

We appreciate the sentiment.
Really, we do.

And we certainly don't
want to take away your joy, Mom,

but we can't support
a decision that will kill you.

It feels like you're--
you're choosing your sex life

over everything else.
- We still need you.

It isn't just for us.
It's for your grandkids, too.

Okay, you can start
the treatment.

I'll do anything
to get better for my boys.

We're going to take
good care of you, Mom.

Patrick and I were talking.
I want you to come live with me.

The girls are all excited
to have Grandma with us.

Cool. You're doing
the facial nerve branches?

Which I somehow cannot commit
to memory.

I like a mnemonic.

To Zanzibar by motor car.

Temporal. Zygomatic.
Buccal.

Marginal mandibular
and cervical.

Mm-hmm.

Thanks.

Oh, God. This is embarrassing.

I should be tutoring you.
- Mm.

My lack of a social life
means a lot of time

spent alone
with medical journals.

Also, I dissected my
first cadaver when I was 14.

- Oh, come on.
- No. I'm serious.

Well, I'm very impressed.

You're very impressive.

So are you.

June is in
an impossible position.

She's sacrificing
her own desires

for the good of her kids,
and...

Are you even listening to me?

No.

I just found out...

...that I've been treating...

the woman
who slept with Morris...

and ruined my marriage.
- What?

She's been a patient
for a couple of months.

I had no idea.

I actually liked her.

I was rooting for her.

And then she said something
one day that made me suspicious,

and so I did some digging.
- Well, obviously.

Anybody in your position
would do the same.

Honestly, I don't know
whether to throw up or scream.

For eight sessions,

she's been telling me
how much she misses her ex

and all the things
that they've done together.

I really thought
I had some clarity

on where things stood
with Morris, but...

I really don't think
I can look him in the eye again.

June's husband cheated on her
repeatedly for years.

She's 80, and she's just now
finding herself, Carol.

I don't want that for you.

Neither do I.

And yet, I wish I'd never
looked at his phone that night,

but it was late,
and the buzzing woke me up.

Maya was at a sleepover, and
I worried something was wrong,

so I checked his phone...

...and there were
all these messages.

I woke him up
right then and there.

It's a good thing Maya wasn't
there to see me go off.

He swore.

He swore they'd only
slept together one time.

But if that were true,

why would that woman be
in my office

crying for the last two months?

She's hardly
a reliable narrator, Carol.

She sought you out
as her therapist

when she knew she was sleeping
with your husband.

That is extreme behavior.

She clearly needs help.
Just from somebody else.

I already have a reference
lined up.

If there's one thing I do know,
it's setting boundaries.

Can we get custodial to
third-floor nurse's station?

Custodial to third-floor
nurse's station.

- Dr. Nichols.
- Dr. Landon.

About what happened earlier,
I, uh--

Who my son chooses
to be involved with

is none of my business.

Just...

...don't hurt him.

Good morning, June.

Is it?

I know you're going to tell me

that the antibiotics
are working,

but I just feel numb.

It appears the medication
is also eradicating

your hypersexuality.

You know,
there are other alternatives,

medications that can help
your sex drive.

I'm going to be living

with my son and his family.

No freedom, no independence.

No need for alternatives.

Dr. Ross to imaging.

Dr. Ross-- imaging.

Did something happen?
Is our mom okay?

It depends on
what you consider okay.

When is the last time
you saw her?

Early this morning.

She seemed a little quiet,
maybe. Tired.

It's not exhaustion,
it's despair.

Her brain is getting better, but
her state of mind is declining.

I asked her to copy
that diagram again.

The neurosyphilis
is getting better

and the hypersexuality
is going away,

but so is her spark.

Look,
I have spent my entire career

helping patients adapt
to their conditions,

but your mom doesn't want that.

She wants a life of her own.

Okay. So she doesn't want
to live with us.

And she wants to
still want to have sex.

You wouldn't listen to me
the first time.

I'm asking you
to listen to me now.

In addition to her treatment,

I can put her
on libido-enhancing meds

and hormone therapy
to preserve her sex drive.

It means you will
likely have a mom

who brings new boyfriends
to family dinners

and overshares about her sex
life every chance she gets,

a different person
than the woman who raised you,

but no matter how uncomfortable
that makes you feel,

I'm asking you to support her,
not shame her.

I'm asking you to adapt.

You can help save
the part of your mom

that makes her feel alive,

and let her live out
her golden years on her terms.

Okay, Doc, yeah. You win.

Yeah, we'll do it.

Uh, maybe we should lock
the door this time.

I can only handle my mother
walking in on me so many times.

Uh, actually, I was hoping
we could talk.

These last few days, this thing,
it's been a lot of fun...

...but we've all been a little
impulsive after losing patients,

and losing Roman
was especially hard.

We were feeling the grief, and
we both needed a pick-me-up.

But I-I just think it's best
if we cut our losses,

you know,
kept things professional.

Okay.

O-O-Okay?

Yeah. I mean, you made
your case, and you're right.

Uh, misplaced grief.
That's all this is.

Finally, we agree on something.

Just, uh...

...try not to be weird
when you run into me.

I'll do my best.

We've been seeing each other
every week now for two months.

- It's the highlight of my week.
- Uh-huh.

Your progress, while steady,

could be accelerated
in a different environment.

I think there's
another psychiatrist

that would be better suited
to help you.

Mm, please, Dr. Pierce.

Please--
Please don't give up on me.

I've already seen
three therapists.

You're the only one
I can talk to.

- Alison--
- I need you.

If I lose you...

...I don't know
what I'll do.

O-Okay.

Okay. Let's keep trying.

Flibanserin will
increase your libido,

and it will reduce your distress
about your sexual desires.

We've also referred you
to a wonderful GP

to discuss hormone therapy.

And here's a little something

for when you want
some alone time.

I hear you'll have plenty
of space

at your new, fancy
retirement community.

Uh, the meds are going to help
you feel like yourself again.

And I don't mean
the June of yesteryear,

I mean the June
who walked into this hospital

with a twinkle in her eye.

You know, after a certain age,
women begin to feel invisible.

But you made me feel
anything but.

Thank you, Dr. Wolf.

June.

Lou, Walt,
what are you doing here?

We had to see about
our best girl.

Ah. Oh.

We usually see any disease
as inherently bad,

a problem to fix.

But in June's case,
illness was also wellness.

It opened up a part of her
she'd buried a long time ago.

Here's to being women
who aren't afraid

to get their needs met.

Sometimes it's hard to tell
other people what we want.

Sometimes it's even harder
to tell ourselves.

Desire is
a complicated emotion.

It can lead
to the highest highs

and the lowest lows.

All we can do
is savor the peaks

and tolerate the valleys.

Morning.

Where's Tom?

He left early this morning.

Uh, he-- he doesn't have class
this morning.

Not for school.

He's on a plane.

Heading back to London.

He went home?

Why?

Mom.

Sit down. Eat.

Before your eggs get cold.

What did you say
to Dr. Nichols?

Nothing that concerns you.

I don't believe you.
Why didn't you talk to me?

I'm not the one
insisting on this cold war.

That's all you.

When I was younger,

you sent Tom away,
the Oxford exchange student.

What-- W-W-What about him?

I woke up one morning,
and he was gone.

The day after
you caught us kissing.

Oliver,
what is this about?

You made me feel
like I did something wrong,

like there was something
wrong with me.

I sent Tom home
because it was inappropriate.

I was 18. He was 21.

He was at a completely
different stage of his life.

You were confused
and still grieving your father.

Then why didn't you say that?

Because by saying nothing,
you implied

that there was something
about me that you didn't like.

I felt rejected for years.

I didn't say anything...

...or ask anything
because I...

...I didn't want to know.

It was a very different time.

I was a doctor in New York City
in the 1990s.

And I had seen so much pain
and suffering and death.

And I was scared for you.

I didn't know
how to talk to you.

Your father was always
better at that than I was.

You are my mother.

After everything
we had been through with him,

why couldn't you see
that I was finally happy again?

You just ripped that away
from me.

I'm sorry.

I was just trying
to protect you.

I didn't need protection.

I needed love.

♪ Now, look at that road ♪

♪ Look at that climb ♪

- Hey.
- Uh, hey.

Um, w-what-- Are you okay?

Yeah, you're, uh,
elevator broke again.

Uh...

Thanks.

So they didn't have pea shoots,

so I got the garlic cucumber,

and, uh, I thought
we'd start with "Episode IV"

because the originals are
way better than the prequels.

Am I missing something?

No.

I just thought...

life is short and, uh...

Ah, screw it.

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

Wait. I thought you said
you had feelings for Jacob.

Uh, uh...

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

Yeah, don't--
don't answer that.

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

Dr. Bowen, call 3-3-1.
Dr. Bowen, 3-3-1.

Hey.

This...

This isn't about grief for me.

And I don't think it's
about grief for you, either.

We are doctors.
We assess risk every day.

We help patients and families
make impossible decisions.

We don't subscribe
to leaps of faith.

So I'd say our odds
are 50/50,

and pain is inevitable,
but so is joy.

And if this thing does implode,
then we'll find a way to adapt.

But I don't want to end
something

before it's even had
a chance to begin.

I want to try.

I'd say our odds
are more like 60/40.

But you've proven
me wrong before.

♪ To lean on ♪

♪ Wouldn't be good enough ♪

Greg, move your head.