-Karen. Yup. Uh, Karen.
Would you just stop walking for one second?
-Why, so you can ask me to reconsider
hiring Veronica Fuentes?
-No, so I can beg you, plead, grovel.
She is the exact wrong person for the job.
-She's far more qualified to be medical director than you are.
-Maybe on paper, but I trained under her.
-And look how wonderful you turned out.
-Despite her. I have seen her in action.
She is ruthless, corporate, financially-motivated.
-Like, like, love.
-She's not one of us. She completely lacks
the New Amsterdam spirit. -Unlike you, Max,
the board had to consider the future of this hospital,
and we were thrilled when Dr. Fuentes accepted our offer.
She's here to stay. -[ Scoffs ]
[ Hospital intercom chatter ]
-Where's my desk? -Oh, I just thought
the natural light was better on this side of the room.
-Oh, you thought the light was better there, that's lovely.
I am still the Medical Director of this hospital.
My decisions stand, and I happen to like my desk
on the shady side of the office.
-Max, put on some sunscreen and let it go.
I want you to spend the next 5 weeks passing the torch.
Bring Dr. Fuentes up to speed.
From this point on, I want you two joined firmly at the hip.
-Oh, just like old times, except back then,
you were a bit more in the background.
-Yeah, this isn't going to work.
-Wow. Seems like the only one lacking
that New Amsterdam spirit, Max, is you.
-[ Scoffs ] -As it turns out,
you'll get the chance to collaborate right off the bat,
thanks to this --
a generous donation... -I got it.
-...From Steve and Susan Gerlach,
philanthropists and long-time hospital donors.
They've gifted New Amsterdam with a tract of land
in East New York worth -- -$10 million.
-That's right! I want you and Veronica to
decide what to do with the land.
-What if we can't agree?
-I don't care if it takes a thumb war, figure it out.
-[ Laughs ] Bye, Karen. -Thanks, Karen.
-Bye.
[ Intercom chatter continues ]
♪♪
-Pardon me, thank you. Make a hole. Thank you, thank you.
[ Sighs ] Okay...
[ Keypad beeps ]
Babe, surprise! I got you a bagel!
Where's Leyla?
-You just missed her.
She went home about 10 minutes ago.
Hey, since she's gone, can I -- can I have that bagel?
[ Door closes ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
♪♪
[ Intercom chatter ]
♪♪
-Turkey egg white omelette with spanakopita and two joes to go.
-Right here. You can keep the change.
-Does your wife want honey or agave?
-Oh, well, actually, the queen accompanying me isn't my wife,
she is my lover from a blossoming and healthy
polyamorous relationship. -Uh --
I-It's fine.
It's fine.
Here's your spanakopita, Dr. Wilkenstein.
-Well, hey, you clown, but I can't help it
if she saw the vibe in us. -Oh, our vibe, huh?
And you're embracing our vibe.
-What's there not to embrace?
I mean, love is love...
is love. [ Laughs ]
Hey, look.
We do us.
-Attached at the hip with a total corporate shill?
In the dictionary under "corporate shill",
it says, "See Veronica Fuentes' LinkedIn page."
-She's cagey, that one. However, her superpower
seems to be the ability to thoroughly get under
your skin. -That's how she does.
What she does. She -- She smiles, you know,
and she tells you what you want to hear, and she plays nice.
Stroke, stroke, stab.
-And? -And I have 5 weeks left
to leave a lasting impression on this place.
To stir up some good trouble, you know,
and despite my best effort, Veronica Fuentes is going to
come in and undo everything that I have fought for.
-Funnily enough, I, too, have just a little over a month
in which to affix a lasting ultimatum
on the oncology department.
-That's fancier than the way I said it.
-I've put my heart and soul into oncology.
-I'm going to leave it ship-shape in Bristol fashion.
-Good. What? -A well-oiled machine, dear.
So while you're busy stirring up good trouble,
I will be dotting my "i"s and crossing my "t"s,
updating patient files, replacing old equipment,
even sprucing up my office. By the time I leave
New Amsterdam, I'll have everything in perfect order.
[ Intercom chatter ]
-You're very different.