(upbeat music)
- So, today is Travis’ first day, so...
let’s just hope this plan works out, okay?
- I think it’s a recipe for a disaster.
When it blows up, I will blame you.
- What? Don’t blame me!
Mikey thought of this!
- Hey, it might be just crazy enough to work.
Oh my God, it's like that movie "Major League."
- A classic!
- Never heard of it.
- So, basically, like this band of misfits come together
and realize that despite their differences,
they can still win.
- Who are you?
- Mikey made me watch it.
- You guys are so cute.
I kinda hate it.
Man, I can't wait till I can switch from courting Dr. Henry
to courting potential love interests instead.
- What was that?
- You know, like for recommendation letters?
It's the only part of my Columbia application that's left.
- Oh my God, please phrase that better next time.
- Yeah. - Like, please.
(laughing)
- It's not it.
(faint music)
(upbeat music)
- Okay, switch your pose.
Profile, go.
Nice, nice.
I should be getting commission.
- Or, I can pay you in compliments.
- Oh, hey you guys! Welcome.
Look at you two!
What a great addition to the team.
- Alright, let's get started.
- Sorry to interrupt,
I wanted to talk to you all
about something I saw in the playroom.
- I can explain, I'm sorry.
- Don't be, this is hilarious.
Dash hasn't stopped drawing
since you showed him how to do this.
No one's been able to get through to him,
and here you come in and voilà!
- It was nothing.
It's not nothing.
I want you to keep doing art therapy with the kids.
And if it goes well, we can create art projects
with some of the pediatric patients
that we can auction to raise money at the fundraiser.
What do you think, Maeve?
- Sounds great.
- Good, 'cause you're gonna spearhead that effort.
Take notes from Cece.
- Will do.
- Go team!
- Alright. Cece,
you and Edward will head up art therapy today.
- Cece picks up a crayon
and all of a sudden she's saving the day.
- What'd you say?
- Oh my--
- And Roxie,
you and Travis will help with transpo in the ER.
Far, far away from Cece.
Okay, let's go.
(woman talking on an intercom)
- Which station is ER six?
- I think it's that guy right there.
Hey, my dad's in the army too.
- Hello?
We're here to take you for an x-ray.
- Will he miss his x-ray?
I don't really know how stuff works around here.
What do you think happened?
- No clue.
Maybe we should call Dr. Cece to help us with the diagnosis.
- You really got it out for that girl, huh?
- She started it.
Kissing my boyfriend and acting all innocent
doesn't really put you in my good books.
- Your ex-boyfriend…and, it sounds like he sucks.
- Yeah, he does.
- Yep, he doesn't deserve you.
(laughing)
(door knocking)
- Can I come in?
Well, I brought you some magazines.
I thought that they would keep you busy.
- I’m okay on the reading material.
The only upside about being on dialysis
is that I have plenty of time to finish my applications.
- Well, mine are almost done.
I'm just waiting on a letter of recommendation
from Dr. Henry.
- Same.
- Sorry, he’s writing you a letter, too?
- Mm-hmh! We’ve become super close.
So, what's your essay about?
- About my New York City internship.
It was a pretty transformative experience.
(unimpressed noise)
- What?
- Sounds...cool.
- Okay. Well, what’s your essay about?
- You know,
just suddenly facing mortality in the middle
of a highly competitive college application process.
Something about being between life and death,
something like that, you know.
- Cool. Cool. Cool.
Yeah, awesome. Really great.
- Great job!
Nice shirt.
- Thanks.
You know they're playing at the Attaway Bowl, right?
- I know, but it’s so expensive - and I think sold out.
- Cece look.
- Great job, Dash.
- Thanks.
- I know you didn’t plan to be here, but you’re a hit.
- That's what you get for fighting
your boyfriend's crazy ex.
- Right. Roxie.
- I'm not proud of it,
but, she needs to get over him.
Her obsession over Peter isn't healthy.
They broke up ages ago.
It's not cool being called the other girl when you're not.
- Amelia called my essay 'cool'.
- That's great.
- No, you don’t understand!
That was it, just that one word.
No other adjectives or descriptors, or anything else.
That's messed up, right?
- Yeah.
- Are you even listening?
- Sorry. Sorry. What?
- Thank you.
- What service!
- Only the best at Attaway General.
Here, I'll take this. - Thank you.
Can I get an extra blanket, while you’re at it?
- Yeah.
- So, how’d you end up here?
- Snowmobile accident.
Don't trust your depth perception too much
at 8 in the morning, I'd say.
- Ouch. - Yeah.
- How'd you end up here?
- Oh, I got into a fight.
- I don't believe you.
- Stop get off of me. - Get over him.
[Crosstalk]
- Stop!
Oh my god! Get off me.
- How I am supposed to compete
with her Nobel prize winning performance
of facing death with dignity?
I've literally never even had stitches before.
- Maeve, I'm sure it's fine. I think you're--
- I need to rewrite my essay.
Maybe write about my dog dying.
- Help!
- Oh my god.
- Travis and Roxie!
(man screaming)
- Help please.
Help!
- What’s going on?!
- I was showing him the fight video and I dropped my phone --
I don’t know what’s happening, he’s freaking out!
- Dave!
(man screaming)
- Get away from me!
No! Make it stop!
- You’re okay, you’re in the hospital.
- What’s going on?
- What did you do? - I didn’t do anything!
- Breathe.
(man crying)
[Inaudible]
- Thank you.
- Travis, great job.
It's very impressive.
You keep up the good work,
and you can get some time in the ER.
Maeve, Benny, nice job.
How did you know what to do?
- Don't say it.
- I literally have no idea what you're talking about.
- "I told you so."
(Chuckles)
- I told you so.
- You were amazing.
- I grew up on military bases,
so I've seen my fair share of PTSD episodes.
They’re scary,
but I saw how they were handled.
- Wow, the hardest thing Peter's ever had to deal with
is flying business class.
- That's only the second time
you've talked about your ex today.
- Oh, I didn't notice.
Is that a problem?
- It's okay.
It’s just…I like you, Roxie.
And, I was wondering
if I could take you to ice cream some time?
If you're not over your ex, it's okay.
- Ice cream sounds great.
(upbeat music)
- Hey, guess what?
- What?
- Dr. Atkins asked me to help out with the big fundraiser.
Are you even listening?
- Yeah. Yeah, of course.
That's great.
- She's just got a lot going on right now
and like, I get that,
but like, please don't dump all your emotional baggage on me.
- Yeah. I mean, you do so much for everyone.
You gotta cut yourself a break.
- It's like, I'm trying.
- How about we go home and watch “Love Taxi”?
- Oh my God. I love --
I love your ideas.
- Yeah?
Yeah. Let’s do it, okay?
- Ice cream too, ice cream?
- Yeah, duh!
- Okay then!
- What did you mean when you said my essay was 'cool'?
- What? I don’t have time for this,
I didn't mean anything.
- Oh yeah, you did.
You wanted me to have to rewrite my essay
and mess up my shot.
- I have way more important things to worry about than you!
(machine beeping)
- What's going on in here, Amelia?
- I'll be fine. - Everything okay?
We were just talking.
- Well, your heart is racing,
and you're in danger of going into hypertension.
- I'm fine, I'm just a little dizzy.
- Then you need to try and calm down,
or I'm gonna have to stop the machines.
- No, please don’t!
- Wait, what is going on?
Can I help?
- You need to get out of here! Now!
(machine beeping)
- Next time, on Attaway General.
- Celebrating your success is the last thing
I want to be doing.
- Hey, Mom wants to know
if you're gonna to be home for dinner?
- You can tell your mom that I'll be working late
with Dr. Atkins --
- Sharp Edges?! Oh my gosh, Edward, this is so sweet!
- Cece? I can see you’re already celebrating.