.
- Previously on "Royal Pains"...
- Can we get a little help over here?
- Jen and Sam!
Sam seems like such a great, happy kid,
I don't want to cause collateral damage.
I don't wanna be my dad.
- Sam's actually leaving next week
to spend the summer in Idaho with his dad.
- Hi. Diana Underhill. - Hank Lawson. Nice to meet you.
- I can't let anyone see me dealing with a medical problem.
- Diana, I'm sorry to tell you,
you may have to consider a hysterectomy.
- Can I get it all done at once?
- You mean do the hysterectomy on the spot?
- I think I just wanna get it over with
and get back to work.
I have a Senate seat to win.
- Excuse me, we're looking for Dr. Sacani.
Are we in the right place?
- Jeremiah, those patients over there are waiting for you.
- Those aren't patients. Those are my parents.
I don't know why they're here, but I'll ask them to leave.
- Hospital server's down. No one's getting emails.
[chimes] I think this tech glitch
is getting worse.
You know that glitch? It's not a technical problem.
- So then what's the issue?
- We've been hacked.
[upbeat music]
♪
Thank you all for convening so quickly.
All right, as department heads,
I just wanna make sure you're fully informed
about this recent data hack, and here with an update
is our head of IT, Lewis Nardhoffer. Lewis?
- Right, uh...
so we don't know who did it,
but we're trying to figure it out
using a single packet IP traceback, only...
see, the router storage intervals
are, like, crazy short,
so cross your fingers that whoever it was
wasn't configured to forward
their DNS queries though a proxy.
Of course, that's unlikely,
and their source fields are probably spoofed anyway.
- Right. Got that? Cross your fingers.
Thank you, Lewis. - Yeah, no problem.
I should have more for you by the end of the day.
- Okay, great. Now...
until we know enough to address the situation properly,
I don't want anyone discussing it, okay?
With anyone. No one, and that means...
everyone. Okay? Am I clear?
- I think not.
- Boris! Uh, hello. I wasn't expecting you.
- Yes. [sighs]
You appear to have a knack
for not expecting things, Mr. Lawson.
I want a letter drafted immediately
alerting anyone who may have been affected by this--
our employees, vendors, patients, etcetera.
Their personal information has been compromised,
and it is essential that they know that.
- The thing is, Boris, we don't know that.
Do we?
- That is a syslog FTP analysis question.
- Evan, the situation is dire enough as it is.
Wouldn't you agree?
Concealing it or...
even the appearance of concealing it
can only aggravate it and me further.
Am I clear?
- Crystal.
- Come on, Rosie, come on. Get the Frisbee.
- So is the coffee okay?
- Uh, yes. Absolutely okay.
Oh, there's Divya.
So off we go, and off you go.
Safe travels. - Good morning!
- Good morning. Can I offer you some breakfast?
- Oh, no, I'm fine. Thank you.
Uh...did you two stay out here last night?
- Sure did. Rosie loves the beach
and with a sweet ride like Bess here,
why bunk in with Jerry?
- Yeah, they call the RV Bess. - And you Jerry.
- Are you sure I can't get you something to eat?
You look like you're eating for at least two.
- You are kind, but, uh, no.
Jeremiah and I, we've got to get going.
- Same with us.
Niagara Falls isn't gonna see itself.
- So soon? - Divya, we ride to live
and live to ride.
- But you just got here last night.
And there is a HankMed barbecue tonight.
I got extra buns.
- You know, if they're unopened, you can return them.
- Don't be silly. You're his parents.
You have to stay. Don't they, Jerry?
- "They have to" seems a little imperative.
But...
- I guess we could stay another night.
- Good! Good. Then we'll see you at the party.
- Great. I'll bring a cheese ball.
- I'll bring her. - Ha ha ha!
[laughter]
- All right, bye.
- Bye-bye.
Come on, Rosie. Get the Frisbee.
Rose!
[upbeat music]
♪
- But I want to go.
- Because the HankMed cookout sounds so fun to you?
- No, because pie.
- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause a problem,
but it's totally casual, and you guys are more than welcome.
- Please, Mom?
- Okay. Because pie.
- Great. Nice running into you,
and I'll see you later.
Pro tip--show up early if you want more than one slice.
- Can we go with Hank? - No, he has to go to work.
You have to go to camp. - Hey, you wanna trade?
I'll go canoeing and you can make house calls?
- Nah. - Smart move.
Today looks like it's gonna be pretty boring.
[woman screaming]
- Aah!
- Drop to the ground and roll to put out the--
Or...yeah...that.
- Okay. You're not on fire anymore.
- Oh...I hope they got the shot.
That looked real, right?
- Yeah, I'd say a little too real.
Are you--are you okay?
- Yeah. Mostly.
[upbeat music]
♪
.
[upbeat music]
♪
- I'm a doctor. Your finger's dislocated.
What I need to do is... that.
- It happens all the time. - Pain amuses her.
Should have seen the face-plant she took last week.
- Life of a stuntwoman.
- You're making a movie? - Yeah, we're trying.
- Uh, sorry to freak you out.
I'm Rachel Kepler. This is my brother Doug
and our friend Scott.
- Hey. - You're filming on a phone?
- On a phone with an anamorphic lens,
a Steadicam and Filmic Pro, yeah.
- Please don't ask him any more about lenses, I beg you.
- So that's really how it's being done now.
- You ever hear of a movie called
"Curse of Shelter Island"? - They made that on a phone?
- No, they never made it.
Our dad wrote it in 1970, and he turned 70 this year,
so we're making it as a gift for him.
- That's awesome.
- Rachel! Are you hurt? Are you okay?
- I'm fine, Bree.
- [sighs] Okay. good.
Also, I'm okay.
- Yeah, what's not okay
is you went a little early, Rach.
- If I didn't have to wear those stupid contacts...
- Well, you do, I'm sorry. You guys have to match.
We're gonna have to light you up again.
Hope there's enough protective gel.
- You hope? - Come on, Bree.
- So how long have you been a stunt person?
- Professionally, the last five years,
but really, my whole life.
I'm a dedicated adrenaline junkie.
- I'm familiar with the impulse. I used to be an ER doctor.
- Oh, yeah? What happened?
- I settled down and became a concierge doctor.
Now I make house calls. - Oh, I'm so sorry.
- Oh, no, don't be. I'm much happier this way.
- Guess that would never be me.
I like to skate as close to the edge as I can get.
- Uh, you guys don't happen to have
any medical support staff on this, do you?
- We have a dermatologist friend who lets us text him.
- Good news, Rach. Got enough gel for one more.
- Oh, okay, great.
- Uh, listen, I hope we don't need to meet again,
but just in case. - Okay, thanks.
- Yeah.
- So, uh...three things, actually.
First, here's a draft of the letter you asked for
disclosing the data hack.
Second, Lewis tells me the hackers were in our system
for about three hours.
He thinks it could be state-sponsored,
in which case we'd have to bring in the FBI.
Unless you'd like to do that now.
- And the third thing?
- The third thing is an apology.
I let you down.
More importantly, I let the hospital down.
So, uh...I'm sorry.
But I'm here to make it right.
- You're offering to resign.
- [laughs] What? No, I--no.
I mean, I...wasn't, unless...I am.
Is that what you're saying I should do?
- Absolutely not. - Oh! Well... [laughs]
Wow. Thank you. Great, I mean, I...
- Volunteering for the guillotine
is a craven gesture.
If your head needs to roll,
I will be the one to drop the blade.
- Got it.
- You sure you're okay to drive?
- I'm pregnant, not drunk!
- Hormones can also impair one's judgment.
But you seem fine.
- So...why don't you want your parents to stay?
- Oh, this is just a stop-off on their park tour.
They're not really here to see me.
- Of course they are.
And...you ought to spend time with them.
Before they're gone. - Oh, that's years away.
Barring accidents.
You meant gone on their park tour.
- I did. - [clears throat]
We've never really been close,
even when I was little.
That's why they have dogs.
- I'm sorry, I-I don't follow.
- Well, growing up, I found...
hugging and touching overwhelming.
I-I knew they wanted that from me,
but, um, I couldn't give it to them,
so when I turned five, they got their first dog.
Buddy. Part Lab, part Shepherd. Very affectionate.
Probably the best available solution.
- Jeremiah, I'm sure that's not true.
- Why?
- American businesswoman
and political candidate Diana Underhill
is the latest high-profile victim of a hacking incident,
this one at a New York area hospital.
The news of her endometriosis was revealed
after an unknown perpetrator
was able to gain access to hospital computers.
[knocking] - Yes?
Mr. Lawson.
Thank you. So kind of you to visit.
- Uh, yes, I wish it were just for that.
Uh, Ms. Underhill, I just wanted to apologize
to you personally for this hacking incident.
I assure you we're doing everything we can
to seal the leak and repair the damage,
and I just wanted you to hear it from me.
- Well, I appreciate that. I do,
but as you can see, the damage has been done.
- Safely from her diagnosis...
- Well, this is just one show, right?
- This once proud... - Political hopeful Diana...
- Well, that-- - New York Senate candidate...
- Again, I am so... so sorry.
- [chuckles]
On the bright side, Mr. Lawson,
now I have a few more campaign issues
to which I intend to speak personally
like privacy, cyber security,
how our health care system is being run by
marginally competent bureaucrats.
- That doesn't include me, right?
[both chuckling]
- I need to address this, Mr. Lawson,
and you and your hospital need to be held accountable.
- Right, but... can you address it
in general terms, like...
without the human sacrifice?
I could.
But you know, America loves a good story.
Especially one with a hero and a villain.
And in this one, Mr. Lawson,
I'm afraid you are the villain.
- Huh.
.
[upbeat music]
♪
- First Boris tears you a new one,
then Diana Underhill.
It's a good thing you work in a hospital.
- Yeah. Maybe I can find you an empathy donor.
- [chuckles] Hey, you hear from Dad?
- Nope. You?
- Nope. Not me, not you, not Newberg.
Not even his book editor.
- I can't even comprehend it.
How does a guy just walk out on people like that?
- Practice.
- This is different, though. - How?
- Because I genuinely thought he'd changed.
Like...I don't even wanna find him, Henry.
I feel like I'm done with him.
- And I feel like that's easier said than done.
So what's with Boris threatening to fire you?
It's not like you hacked into the hospital computers
and stole everyone's information.
- Could you keep it down just a little bit? Thanks.
I don't know-- it happened on my watch.
It's on me. What am I gonna do?
Wallow in a Barcalounger
watching "Jerry Springer" reruns all day?
Kinda like you back in Brooklyn, actually.
- Yeah, I remember.
I tell you what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna talk to Boris about this for you.
- What are-- no, you won't.
I'm not seven, Henry.
This is not a school playground.
I can battle a cybercriminal, a billionaire,
and a Senator on my own. - Okay, simmer down, "Avengers."
I'm just trying to help. - Well, I don't want your help.
I'm an adult. - Oh, well excuse me for caring.
- Well, maybe try caring less.
- You know, at the moment, I'm not sure I could care less.
- Oh, that's-- [laughs] That's real good.
It's rich. Real rich.
[elevator bell dings]
See you at the barbecue. - Yeah, can't wait.
- And don't forget to bring chips!
This is my floor-- no, no--
♪
- So...now we are not only married,
but we have my daughter and his twins,
and another boy or girl on the way.
Which, of course, is the perfect time
for me to be starting medical school.
- [laughing]
- I am so sorry.
I don't know why I just told you all of that.
- Oh, I have that effect on people--it's my gift.
Sometimes my burden, but...
it's my calling and it gives my life purpose.
- Oh, so you're a-- - Hairdresser.
- [chuckles]
You and your son
could not be more different.
- I know.
Well...
that quiet distance he keeps...
Chuck made his peace with it long ago,
long before we even knew that there was a...
spectrum that, uh, Jerry might be on.
But, you know, they can always talk about
the weather or...
a ballgame or traffic even.
You know men. [chuckles]
But a mother needs a little bit more,
needs to know she's... needed.
Needs to know she's loved.
Needs to know she might have done
something right.
But, uh, you know, I...
I've never gotten that from Jerry,
and I don't imagine that I ever will.
- He may be more capable than you think.
When we were roommates...
- Roommates?
Well, I'm finding more about his life from you
than I ever have from him. [laughs]
- I know...that it can be hard to connect.
But you can't give up.
- Oh, I won't, I won't. I just...
- What?
- I don't know, maybe I have given up a little bit.
Maybe I need to make my peace with it.
- You do not strike me as a surrendering type.
- I'm not.
But you know, after all these years...
I'm a little defeated.
[melancholy music]
♪
- Rehearsing!
- [inhales sharply]
- It's bad, isn't it?
- Well, it's not good, but it's--
- I knew it! First Rachel, now me.
You know what this is, don't you?
- I actu-- - It's the curse
of "The Curse of Shelter Island."
- It's the what of the what now?
- Rachel and Doug didn't tell you,
but the reason their dad's movie never got made
is because it was cursed.
The director disappeared.
The lead actor was in some mysterious car accident.
And the business manager for the agent
who represented the actress who played my role
died of scabies. - Scabies isn't fatal.
- That's how bad the curse is. It was disaster upon disaster
until the studio had to shut it down.
So what do I have?
Hepatitis? Meningitis? Leprosy?
- No. Just a slight case of self-fulfilling prophecy.
- What?
- Stress weakens your immune system.
A weak immune system can allow
a dormant chicken pox virus to reawaken.
I think your stress about the curse is what caused this.
This being shingles. You have shingles.
- So...I'm sick
because I was stressing about being sick?
- Hence my diagnosis of self-fulfilling prophecy,
which also isn't fatal.
- So there's no curse.
- No curse.
- You're sure it's just shingles?
- Positive. But you can text your dermatologist friend
if you like, or I can just go ahead
and prescribe you some Valtrex, which is--
- I know what it is. Show business.
- Right.
- Whoa!
That was really good.
- That wasn't supposed to happen.
- Rachel!
Rachel!
Rachel, hey, are you okay?
- [gasps, coughs]
I don't know.
I think I passed out for a second.
- Did you pass out during that fire stunt too?
Is that maybe why you went early?
- Maybe.
- Okay, listen to me.
Skating close to the edge is one thing,
but passing out twice for no reason is another.
I'm taking you to the hospital.
- Still think there's no curse?
[upbeat music]
♪
- Looks normal.
Well, your EEG looks normal.
- So what's going on then?
- Can't say for sure until your blood work's back,
but I'm concerned about seizures.
Although you say this hasn't happened
outside these two instances. - No. Never.
- Okay.
What about that face-plant your brother mentioned?
- That was different.
I remember that whole thing from start to finish.
- Right. All right, I want to do an ambulatory EEG.
So you'll keep the cap on,
but I'll attach it to a portable monitor
you'll carry with you for 24 hours.
- Okay, that's fine,
but I can't do it till after the last stunt.
- Rachel, listen to me. Sometimes your body
has ways of telling you it's time to ease up
on the adrenaline.
- And sometimes that's a story you tell yourself
to justify your circumstances.
- [laughs] You talking about me?
- Look, adrenaline junkies don't just settle down, Hank.
That crazy rush we get from wondering
"Am I gonna make it through this?"
That's what makes us feel alive.
Isn't there a part of you that misses that?
- Sure, sure, sometimes,
but let's deal with you first. You can't do the stunt.
- And you can say that, but I'm doing the stunt.
- Rachel, I'm telling you-- - Look...
this is really important to me
and my dad and my brother.
So unless you put me in a straitjacket--
which actually wouldn't work,
'cause I know how to get out of one--
I'm doing the stunt.
- All right. Then I'm coming with you.
♪
[pop music in background]
- Oh, good.
- Hi.
♪
- So if you press the tip of your middle finger
to the tip of your thumb,
that fleshy area right under your thumb
is what medium-rare feels like.
- Yeah. - And that one's yours now,
right? - Ha. Right. Yes.
- Leave it to a doctor
to make grilling a teachable moment.
- What can I say? Science is everywhere.
Hey, you wanna practice your curve ball tomorrow?
- Can't. I'm going to visit my dad, remember?
- Ah, right. Idaho.
- I'm gonna get another soda.
- Okay. - Um...
- How's your curve ball?
- It's not so good.
Which is actually why I was thinking
more along the lines of, um...dinner.
Maybe like a real grown-up dinner?
- Grown-up, huh? Does that mean
we couldn't get crayons to color on our menus?
- Oh, no, we would get crayons.
- Okay, I'm in. - Okay.
- I am so glad you like my cheese ball, Divya.
- Like it? I cannot stop eating it.
- [laughs] - Jeremiah.
Did your mom always cook like this?
- Yes, food was often molded into shapes.
Balls, rings, bars.
Logs. Loaves. Squares.
Cups. Domes. Triangles.
- Towers.
- A tower's a structure, not a shape.
Wedges. - Hey, Jeremiah,
um...why don't you tell your parents
what you're working on.
- Oh, i-it's rather technical.
- Try us. We might surprise you.
- Well, there are these things called virusomes.
which are...unilamellar phospholipid vesicles
incorporating virus-derived but non-infectious proteins
that facilitate the delivery of a drug or a vaccine.
I'm attempting to engineer a new kind of virosome.
- Well...
that's very interesting.
- I hear it's supposed to rain next week.
- Uh, Dr. Lawson?
Hi. - Hi.
- What in the name of sweet Jesus are these?
- They're chips, per your demand.
- They are tortilla chips.
They are generic tortilla chips.
They are so generic, Henry,
they don't even list ingredients--nothing!
It's mean. Paige thinks so too, by the way.
- Oh, she's on now because of the chips?
That's ridiculous. - He says you're ridiculous.
- No, I did not. I said you're ridiculous.
- Why would you buy generic chips?
- Everyone's happy-- - They're tortilla chips!
- Hey, hey, guys, easy. - Oh, my God.
- Save it for Thanksgiving.
- I have mustards to organize.
- [scoffs] Oh... what is it with families?
- I know--you try to help, and they get all insulted.
- You try to help,
and you might as well be invisible.
- Whose family are you talking about?
- Well, Jeremiah's.
They want to connect so badly, but they don't know how.
I'm trying to facilitate, but it's not going so well.
- Well, be careful. Families can be like magnets.
The more you try to push them together,
the more they slide apart.
- Unless you turn them around.
- Hmm.
- Hi. I'm Barb. I'm Jerry's mom.
- How do you do?
Boris Kuester von Jurgens-Ratenicz.
- Hey, there. Chuck Sacani.
Sacani Motors? What do you drive?
- I, uh...don't.
- Boris, what a nice surprise.
Excuse us. - Pleasure.
- This thing over...
Yeah. Evan. - Ah.
- Oh. - For you, gentlemen.
- Oh, nice.
"1982 Calon Suger."
- Ségur. Yes.
It...risks overwhelming the hamburger sandwiches,
but it will be worth it.
- I'm just glad it's not a giant metaphorical axe.
- No. I was... overly severe with you earlier.
My apologies. - Thank you, Boris.
You were upset and with good reason.
- Yeah, multiple reasons.
Some pertaining to my pharmaceutical company,
but primarily because I was forced to delay my trip
to see Marisa and Carlos.
- Totally understood. Happy you came.
I'm gonna go pop this guy open.
- Good.
- So you've been missing your family.
- Yeah. Very much so.
Particularly because...
Carlos is about to receive his first treatment
of our new pediatric drug protocol.
- Pediatric drug... for what?
- [sighs] My family's disease.
He has the marker too, Hank.
.
[upbeat music]
♪
- Hey, man, sorry it's taking so long,
but I finally have some news.
- Good or bad?
- Uh...both?
[knock on door]
- Hi.
We need to talk.
- My attorneys will be glad to speak with you.
- You leaked your own medical record.
- What?
- I just found out that none of our patients' medical records
were copied or even opened, for that matter.
Yet somehow, right after you found out about the hack,
your information was mysteriously...
everywhere.
Because you...
wanted it that way.
- That's absurd. - [chuckles]
Is it, though?
You're on every channel.
You've got three new issues
to which you can now speak personally,
including an illness
that makes people feel sympathy towards you.
[sighs]
It was a shrewd move, Ms. Underhill.
It was--[laughs] It was very shrewd.
- What do you want, Mr. Lawson?
- Well, you know, Ms. Underhill,
America loves a good story,
especially one with a hero and a villain,
but you know what I think they're gonna love even more?
A story with...two heroes.
Oh...
Thank you for trusting us with your care.
- I already said good-bye to them once
and then again at the cookout.
It doesn't make sense to say it a third time.
- It's your family. It's not supposed to make sense.
It's just what you do.
- They're not home.
- This is their car. They have to be somewhere close.
- Hello! Somebody! Anybody!
Hello? - Mom?
- Oh, Jerry, hi! Oh, good, come quick.
Come quick. Something's wrong with Rosie.
She started to throw up, and now she won't move.
- I'm not a vet.
- "First do no harm." I know the rules.
We own every episode of "Diagnosis: Murder!"
[calm music]
♪
- Hello, I'm Dr. Sacani.
I'm gonna palpate your abdomen now.
Your dog isn't sick. She's in labor.
- That's impossible. She was fixed at the shelter
before we even got her. We paid a fee!
- Then you should get a refund.
- Is she gonna be okay?
- I don't know. Maybe an ultrasound would help.
- Okay, I'll run and get it from the car.
- How far are you parked?
[upbeat music]
♪
- [sighs] She's okay to do this, right?
- Oh, I'd rather she didn't,
but I haven't been able to convince her not to.
And medically, she does check out.
So what's gonna happen here?
Car's gonna come screaming down the driveway,
across the lawn, down the ramp,
into the water, burst into flames.
- Why does it burst into flames
if it's in the water?
- Because the possessed can telekinetically
manipulate things on a molecular level.
- Ah. Okay. - It's set up in act one.
Speaking of the possessed, got the contacts in?
Nice. I wanna go to you as soon as we get this.
- No matter how many times I see those things,
they still creep me out.
- That's the idea.
Rachel hates them. She's fine blowing herself up,
but touch her eyeball, she freaks out.
- Huh. Can I see one of those?
- Sure. - Thanks.
- Okay, let's roll.
- These are hard lenses.
Does Rachel put these in right before she does a stunt?
- As last-minute as she can.
- When I said, "Let's roll," I didn't mean it literally.
Why is she going so slow?
- Because of these. Rachel!
Rachel, are you okay?
I can't feel a pulse.
.
- She's severely bradycardic. Her pulse is so low,
it's barely even there. She needs Atropine.
[tense music]
♪
She's not responding.
I'm gonna externally pace her.
♪
I'm afraid this is going to hurt quite a bit.
- Well, pain amuses her, remember?
- Yeah, well, lucky her.
[beeps] [low whine]
- [grunts]
Ah!
[breathing hard]
- It happened again. Why?
- First, let's get these out.
Okay.
Now, any pain
here...here...
- Ow! Yeah, that's from my face-plant last week.
- Okay. So is all your fainting.
- What?
- That face-plant resulted in a fracture
that trapped your trigeminal nerve,
so now when you put pressure on your eyeball,
it's creating an oculocardiac reflex,
dropping your heart rate.
- So when I put my contacts in,
it slowed my heart down?
- Yeah. And this time, it almost didn't speed up again.
- Can you untrap the nerve?
- In the hospital, yeah.
It's actually a pretty simple procedure.
- So we can finish the movie?
- Yeah, but not today.
- We'll get back to it once you're fixed.
- You're like our good luck charm.
- Well, I don't know about that,
but I do think you guys
ought to put this whole curse business to bed.
There is no such thing.
That's on me. Didn't put it in park.
- She's having trouble delivering the initial puppy
because of its abnormal presentation--it's tail first.
- It's called dystocia.
- She should go to a vet.
- Or maybe you can manipulate the puppies digitally.
- Everything's digital now.
- She means using my fingers. But I would need you
to kneel down and hold the ultrasound,
which seems unlikely, in light of...
your girth.
- I-I'm totally capable of bending over.
Okay, fine. It's not happening.
It's all right. I got it.
I can do it. - Uh...
- I can do this. Give it to me.
- All right, um... - Give it to me.
- Hold that right against the abdomen.
- Okay. - That's it.
- What's that stuff for?
- It's to help guide the puppy out of the vaginal vault.
- Oh, my.
- I just need to open the amniotic sack
and cut the umbilical cord.
- It's a miracle!
- It's really more biology.
- No.
I mean you.
- Okay. - Oh, look at that.
Just look at that.
Aw... - Ha ha!
Here, let me have him.
[puppy whimpers]
Ah, there you go, little guy.
Hey.
- Oh. Here we go.
- Oh, another one!
- Look at us. - [giggles]
- Out to dinner. - I know, right?
God, it feels like this has been building
since I don't know when.
- End of last summer. Not that I'm counting.
- [laughs] Well, I'm sure it will be worth the wait.
- Definitely.
And, hey, you know what else is worth the wait?
The grilled artichokes with the lemon aioli.
Mmm! - Yeah...
- Oh. You--you're not a fan.
- It's just all that work to scrape a bunch of green goo
onto the backs of your teeth-- not for me!
- Okay!
- But you should get it. - No!
We can get something else. - But you want it.
- Yeah, but I wouldn't be able to finish it on my own.
- Go on, get it. Don't listen to me.
- I--no, listen, I don't need it.
We'll do something else.
- Okay. - Okay.
So Sam's in Idaho.
- Yeah! Yeah, he loves it there.
The hunting, the fishing, horses, rallies.
- Rallies? - Yeah, like road rallies.
ATVs, four-by-fours, that kinda thing.
- Oh, oh.
Whew! [laughs]
- Why, what kind of rallies were you thinking?
- Well...it is Idaho.
- So you thought I sent Sam
to some kind of separatist compound?
- No. No, of course not.
- Okay. Good.
- Yeah, no. Never.
But, you know... Idaho.
- Let's just not talk about Sam or Idaho.
- Right. Of course. New topic.
To us.
- It's bad luck to toast with water.
- Yeah, I know, but you don't really believe--
Okay.
- So, um...
You gonna get the artichoke?
- I think I am, yeah.
[upbeat music]
♪
- You really still don't want to know.
- You're the one who didn't want to know.
- I know. I didn't want to know.
But I want to know what you want,
independent of what I want.
- The truth is, I hadn't looked at it that way.
I was just, uh...
deferring to you, I guess.
- Raj...
I love how comforting and supportive you've been
about everything,
but for two people who've known each other
a lifetime, we've somehow ended up
in a whirlwind romance.
- Falling in love, getting engaged,
getting married,
and getting pregnant, all in a year.
- Mm. Ha ha.
We've made some big decisions, right?
Decisions that would scare most people.
But I guess what's kept them from scaring me
is knowing that we've been making them together.
- Okay. I do want to know.
- Really? - I just can't win!
Please, God, let it be a boy.
[laughs]
- Ms. Katdare?
The doctor's ready for you. - All right.
- Come on, honey.
- Furthermore, I would like to commend
the excellent care
that I have received here from the doctors
and the nurses and the staff at Hamptons Heritage.
You know, I gotta say, it is private hospitals like this
that set an example of just what can be accomplished
without government mandates and interference.
Thank you all so very much. I gotta get going.
- Sorry, but I didn't want to interrupt.
But then I thought I should. But then I--well--
- Evan. - Yeah.
- Get on with it. - Right.
So, uh, Lewis finished his investigation into the hack.
- Yeah? And?
How many were affected?
- Well, that's the thing.
He says it was not a massive data grab
like we assumed, but they were clearly after
only one patient record.
- Yeah? - Yours.
- I see.
.
[upbeat music]
♪
- I don't know what we would have done
without you.
- You would have taken her to a vet.
- Bang-up job, Jerry.
Especially for a guy who doesn't like dogs.
We learned that when we got Buddy for him
when he was five.
- Uh, you got Buddy for you, not for me.
- What are you talking?
Why would we get a dog for us?
- Because...the dog is capable of giving
physical affection, and I wasn't.
- No, Jerry, we got Buddy for you
so you wouldn't be alone.
- But I wasn't alone. I had you.
- Yeah, sure, but you didn't have...you know,
other kids.
- Y-you got Buddy so that I would have...a friend?
- Yeah. We thought it would help.
- I just--I... didn't realize.
all this time, I got it backward
and blamed the entire canine species.
- Well, one of these puppies could be yours if you want.
- Which one? - Whichever.
- You know...
if you are gonna take one of the puppies,
you'll have to come up with a name.
- Mandelbrot.
- No, no, not just any name.
You want a name for a dog.
- Yes. Mandelbrot.
- [laughs]
It's beautiful.
- I thought you'd given up on me.
- No, Jerry.
Not then.
Not ever.
[happy music]
♪
- Way to go, Doc.
♪
- Yeah, I figured it was a long shot,
but you are his daughter.
So don't be surprised if he suddenly shows up on campus.
Okay. Do your homework.
Don't leave those term papers to the last min--
Okay. I'll shut up now.
Bye, Emma.
- [whistling]
♪
- Hello!
Hey. - Hi!
- What are you doing here?
- Uh, nothing, just some, you know, files
and HankMed stuff. What are you doing here?
- I live here. - That's a fair point.
How was your date?
- It had its high points,
which were sadly close to its low points.
- Oh. Sorry to hear that.
- Yeah. We put off getting to know each other
for so long-- first because of her issues,
then because of mine--
that I assumed those would be our only issues.
Only...they weren't.
- Hmm. - Hey, there's some
leftover artichokes if you want--they're really good.
- Sure. Yeah. Who doesn't love leftover artichokes?
- [laughs]
[sighs]
- Don't worry about your date.
Onward and upward, right?
- Yeah, yeah. Onward and upward.
Hey, listen...
I didn't mean to treat you like a kid yesterday.
It's just with Dad suddenly disappearing the way he did,
I don't know... maybe it was reflex
because no matter how old you get,
I think there will always be a part of me
that needs to protect my little brother.
- Full disclosure?
Part of me doesn't always mind that.
Especially with a dad as undependable as ours.
- Right.
Is that... your laundry?
- We don't have a washer or dryer yet.
- So you've been sneaking it in here?
- Well, you found me, so technically,
it's not really sneaking anymore.
- Boris. - Gentlemen.
Evan, I thought you'd be at the hospital.
- I was, and I-- and I will be.
Just, uh... - He's just doing laundry.
- Yeah. - Ah.
How...modern.
- So I'll just get to it then.
- All right, see you later. - Okay. See you later.
- Hank...
- Boris, I don't mean to pry,
but Carlos...what treatment is he undergoing,
and under whose supervision and for how long?
- All good questions,
best answered in person, perhaps?
I'm off to see him in the morning.
If you were able to join me, I--
- Yeah, of course. Consider it done.
- Yeah? Excellent. Thank you.
Perhaps at the same time I can also address
this recent hacking incident.
- Yeah. So...
Where is Carlos?
- Hong Kong.