The Good Doctor

Shaun Robert Murphy,

do you take Lea Abigail Dilallo

to be your wife...

To live together...

Okay.

Shaun?

We got this.

Everyone...

We're prepared.

To keep her in sickness and health,

forsaking all others,

for as long as you both shall live?

We are not having an outdoor wedding.

Okay.

Hey.

Hi.

I had a great time - last night. - Me too.

Want to go grab some breakfast?

I got to get to the hospital.

I'm a surgeon.

Oh.

You look beautiful as always.

One plus of only having video chats...

No morning breath.

I remember it being like a summer breeze.

What's on your agenda for the day?

Ugh, budget hell.

Our department's way in the red, so I don't see a way to...

Perhaps I should let you go.

No, no. I was, uh...

Hoping for a little excitement this morning,

but it looks like you're out and about, so...

I can make myself available.

Excellent.

Just give me two minutes to make this go away, yeah?

Sure.

I can go away, but not in two minutes.

So, my lawyer called me last night

to tell me I'm no longer a wanted man,

which, hopefully, only applies to law enforcement.

Nice exposure of the right tonsil.

Visibility can be tough with kids.

Someone's in a good mood.

That's your third compliment this morning.

Mateo flew up from Guatemala last night.

Oh, she's in a good mood because she had sex.

Retract the superior pole.

Mateo can come to the engagement party

this Saturday if he wants.

Also the wedding,

depending on how long he is staying.

We don't know when it will be,

but I do know it will not be outdoors.

Incise the tonsillar pillar

and dissect around the capsule.

Lea is making all of the arrangements

because she wants it to be perfect,

but all that matters to me is marrying Lea,

and any day that happens will be a perfect day.

Oh, that's very sweet.

But planning a wedding's a big undertaking.

Mia got pretty overwhelmed planning ours.

Better keep checking in.

Oh, there's a firm, irregular mass

in this tonsil.

Get that to pathology.

Some, uh, shortness of breath,

occasional blurred vision and headaches,

and this morning, my urine was foamy.

How many exam rooms in this clinic?

Three. Any blood in your urine?

A little. I love that blouse.

- Chloe? - Cushnie.

You take 20 milligrams of Ritalin L.A. a day?

For my ADHD.

Just three? I hardly had to wait at all.

Blurred vision and headaches

can be side effects from Ritalin.

Would you be willing to stop your medication for a couple of days,

see if they're causing any of your symptoms?

I'll refer any complaints about my behavior to you.

Foamy urine concerns me.

Could be kidney stones, so we should do a CT...

I see by your ID badges you're both residents,

but you seem to be more in charge.

Is that official, or are you just bossy?

Tell me if I'm asking too many questions.

You're asking too many questions.

We're gonna run some labs and do a CT of your kidneys.

Are you overwhelmed planning the wedding?

Because Park and Lim thought you might be overwhelmed.

Nope, not at all.

I've got it. It's gonna be great.

Oh, great.

That's why they're divorced.

I'm also great, because my tonsillectomy

may have found something worse than an infection,

which may be interesting... Or may still be very boring.

I won't know for sure until the path results...

Maybe let me know once it's definitely interesting?

This is a very small office.

Actually, it feels a lot larger

when I'm the only one in it.

- Who are you? - I'm Salen.

Are you really the president of the hospital?

Uh, it says so on the sign on your door.

Pretty small office for such a big title.

Nicole?

You used to be a neurosurgeon, but now you...

- Actually, I still am. - You do both.

But do you identify more

as a "doctor" or an executive?

Actually, I identify more as someone

who wants to get back to work as soon as possible.

Nicole!

Salen... I'm sorry, Dr. Glassman. I'm so sorry.

We'll be out of here right away.

Ms. Morrison, you can't just wander off.

It's time for your CT scan.

Oh. Fantastic.

Ms. Morrison, please try to hold still.

You're the one who wanted me off my meds.

Renal pelvis looks clean.

You sound disappointed.

Morgan made me a deal.

I do all the scut work.

If the patient needs anything surgical,

she'll put in a good word with the attending.

Even if there's a kidney stone,

I mean, surgery's pretty unlikely.

But what's that, on the right kidney?

That's a significant hypodensity.

Could be a mass. She needs a kidney biopsy.

That is a legit ultrasound-guided procedure.

And it's mine. All mine!

Riley's throat...

It's still really bothering him.

We had to remove additional tissue

because your son's tonsils showed signs of cancerous cells.

Riley has cancer.

The margins were clear, which means that

we were able to remove all the cancer.

His prognosis is excellent.

But right now, he's not our main concern.

The cancer on your son's tonsil is cervical cancer.

What?

That makes no sense.

He got it from you.

He was exposed to your cancerous cells in the birth canal,

which he likely inhaled.

Jackson may also have been exposed during birth.

We need to scan both you and...

- Hey! Hey, boys.

- How you feeling, Riley? - Hey, Uncle Nick.

Why are you here?

I texted Uncle Nick that Riley was sick.

Everything is fine.

Thank you for the gift, but if you could please...

Sarah, I'm better.

All right? I swear.

And if you need anything, I can help.

Everything is gonna be fine.

It was very nice of Uncle Nick to visit,

but he needs to leave.

Say goodbye.

I love you, guys.

Bye, Riley.

Hey, uh...

I need to talk to you.

I'm sorry. I just... No. No, no, no.

You did nothing wrong, honey. Nothing at all.

But, um...