.
- Previously on "Royal Pains"...
- Hey, guys, I'm Evan. I'm the hospital administrator.
- I'm Wes. This is Ian.
- That makes you Lena, right?
So your doctor tells me
you're checking out against medical advice?
- Yeah, because this stupid hospital
decided to send a social worker to my house.
But now there's gonna be a child services investigation
and hearing, so thank you very much for messing up our lives.
- Hank, I want to apply to medical school.
[phone chiming]
♪
- You know, Hank, your father blames himself
for all of your relationship problems.
- What do you mean?
- He's afraid you've become more like him,
and he thinks that's why you can't seem to settle down.
- Maybe it's time for me to make a change too.
- What kind of change?
- A big one.
Maybe as big as the one that brought me out here.
[calm music]
♪
- Hi. - Hey.
- Will you look at my face and see how tired I am?
- Yeah. Uh-huh. - See my eyes?
- Yeah, this is me literally dying to find out
what couldn't wait another couple hours--
- Shh!
To make a very long story very short, Boris is missing.
- Huh?
- There are some serious people who have been after his DNA.
- Why would they be after his DN--
That's what the hack at the hospital was about.
- And my trip to Hong Kong.
Boris and I tried to throw them off the scent,
but it sounds like they caught on.
- All right. What do we do now?
- We need to flush out the truth.
- What's up with the towel?
Oh, that's locked.
[glass shattering]
Henry, wha--what the hell are you doing?
Henry, wait. Wait. - What?
- Are you kidding?
You know this room is wired
with every kind of silent alarm there is.
- Yeah, that's exactly what I'm hoping.
[dramatic music]
- [low whistle]
Where do you think all his stuff went?
And why does it smell like the hospital in here?
- The cleaning truck I saw at the wedding.
- Yeah?
- They must've sanitized this place,
to wipe it of his DNA.
- That's probably why he let us do the wedding here.
It was a perfect cover for the cleanup.
- Exactly. - Gentlemen.
Good detective work.
- Thanks, Boris. It's great to see you.
You're looking well. Love your gloves.
Great, so we were just, uh... - You were just--
- I was just-- I was just going back to bed.
Is that cool with everyone?
- How you doing?
- Watch the broken glass...
- Boris? What the hell is going on here?
- [speaks German]
It's become necessary for me to retreat
from public view entirely,
and to cover my tracks.
I've already brought Marisa and Carlos
somewhere I can protect them, so...
- If these people are that dangerous,
can't we just go to the FBI?
- These people are Russian oligarchs.
The FBI won't scare them off.
- That's all you're gonna tell me?
- I've always tried to protect you, Hank,
by only telling you what you need to know.
- That's a nice way of putting it.
So if you're trying to vanish so thoroughly,
why are you back here?
- Two reasons: Firstly, I need your help
covering my medical tracks,
and secondly,
I am leaving the Hamptons.
For good...
and I'd like for you to join me.
[upbeat music]
♪
.
[calm music]
[door opens]
- Uh, morning. How you guys holding up?
- Severe fatigue, secondary to sleep deprivation.
- Yeah. Same here.
- What a wedding, though.
- An eventful event. - Hello, I brought coffee.
- Oh! Thank you, my sweet angel.
- And for the preggers posse,
I brought us an alternative pick-me-up.
Are you ready? It's your favorite.
Ta-da! - [gasps]
Chocolate croissants! - Yeah.
- You are indeed an angel.
- Okay, Divs, I added Ms. Guizar to your schedule,
so I'll cover your 10:00.
- You'll cover Lena's foster care deposition for me?
- Mm-hmm.
- But it's just her aunt formally accepting custody.
- I know. I want to go.
If I hadn't called in a social worker,
there wouldn't be a deposition.
So I already told her I'd be there,
just in case I could help with anything.
- I'm sure those children mean well,
but they certainly need an adult around
before someone loses an eye,
or gets mauled by a large reptile.
- Hmm.
- I heard from Johns Hopkins.
- Really? And?
- I have no idea.
I've been too scared to open the e-mail.
- What? - You didn't open it?
- Open it right now! We're all here!
- Okay, okay.
[suspenseful music]
♪
I'll have to call Raj...
tell him I'm officially a student again.
- Oh, my God! - Oh!
You did it! - A student at Johns Hopkins!
- You did it! She did it!
- That's wonderful! - She did it!
- That's wonderful news! - She did it!
- That's exactly what I predicted would happen!
[laughter]
♪
- I'm so sorry your aunt didn't show up, Lena.
It left the judge no choice.
He had to look out for you and your brothers' well-being, so...
- The only thing you can always depend on
my aunt for is an excuse.
But thank you so much for being there.
I mean, thank you for everything.
HankMed saved my brother's foot, and then saved my life,
and then showed up at our hearing.
You guys are definitely the most full-service
medical practice ever.
- That's us.
So...
your uncle in Arizona is taking the boys,
and you will be in Boston with your...
- Great Aunt Valerie. - Right. Your great aunt...
This is just until they can find someone
to take care of all three of you together, you know that, right?
What?
- When my parents died, I promised the boys...
and myself,
that nothing would ever come between us.
That they'd never lose me too.
- Listen, you've kept that promise.
- Yeah... - Yeah, no, you have.
And you'll continue to keep it, in any way you can,
in Arizona or Boston or wherever.
Okay?
- We're gonna miss the Hamptons.
- Hey,
why don't I take you guys out for a send-off lunch?
Maybe if I'm the last impression you have of the Hamptons,
you'll, I don't know, miss it less?
- [laughs softly]
- I'll take that as a maybe.
♪
- Excuse me, sir, I'm gonna need to see a permit,
you need to get it out now.
- Libby. - [laughs]
- Hey! - Hi!
Hi, Hank. - Hi, what are you doing here?
- This is a public beach, Hank.
- Yeah, I know, of course-- I didn't mean--
You're welcome to-- - No!
I'm saying, it's a public beach,
and not everyone respects that.
So I'm leading a big protest just down the shore.
- What are you protesting against?
- There's this Wall Street guy, Scott Figwell.
Or as we like to call him, Pig-well.
- Oh.
- He's building this huge fence on the public access path,
so that he's the only one that can use the beach.
- Is he allowed to do that?
- No, but he knows by the time the legal process plays out,
summer will be over.
We're making sure that if we don't get to
enjoy the beach, he can't either.
So I've got a couple dozen people over there,
and we're not moving until he loses the fence.
- Nice work. - [laughs]
- So you're out on the beach around the clock,
eating and sleeping--
- Yep, no breaks for the voice of the people, Hank.
- I appreciate that.
It's just, I'm surprised someone
as hygienically sensitive as you is roughing it like that.
- I outgrew my hypochondria.
The world has much, much bigger problems than I do.
The least I can do is my small part of addressing them.
- That's a really healthy attitude, Libby.
I'm really proud of you. - Thank you.
- Is Tucker a part of this movement?
- Like my hypochondria,
it turns out Tucker was just a bit of a phase.
- Oh, I hadn't heard. - Yeah.
- I really thought you guys were one of those couples.
- Oh, yeah? Like you and Jill?
- Fair point. Fair point.
- It was so good to see you. I got to go feed my troops.
- All right, good luck fighting the power.
- Happy bonfiring. - Thank you.
- Bye! - Bye.
♪
Hmm...Okay.
♪
- Is that your ride?
- As soon as we're done here, I'll be on my way.
Have you considered my proposal, Hank?
- You mean your offer of a one-way trip
to an undisclosed location,
so I can keep an eye on your health?
- I can assure you
it would be more adventurous for you than that.
Once we're there, I can tell you everything.
But until then, for my family's safety and for your own,
the less you know the better.
- I think your sales pitch could use some work.
Having said that, every time I discover
a new part of the world with you,
I also discover something new about myself.
So I'm still thinking about it.
- [groans softly]
It's just some minor pain.
- Joint pain? How long?
- A couple days.
It came on rather suddenly. I'm sure it's nothing.
- And with anyone else,
I'd chalk it up to stress or a bad night's sleep.
- Hank. - Boris.
- We burn all my medical files
and now you want to start a new one.
- I'll run some tests overnight.
.
[curious music]
♪
- How'd you sleep?
- For some reason, once you informed me
that Evan had slept in that bed,
I wasn't able to find a comfortable position.
- [laughs]
How are you feeling this morning?
- Headache. Maybe a fever.
- Hmm.
Let me just take a quick look.
[beeps]
Yeah, a slight one.
- But enough of one to keep me here,
instead of where I want to be?
- Yeah. I want to do one more test.
Have a seat, please.
Roll up your sleeve.
- I got up this morning, Hank, I was reminded
of all the adventures we've had over the years.
- Hmm.
- The Middle East, Budapest,
Argentina, St. Tropez, the Caymans...
- You're seducing me with nostalgia?
- No, in your bathroom, I discovered
all the hotel toiletries you've pilfered during our travels.
- Huh.
- You've certainly earned them, though.
Your skill set translated quite successfully
to everywhere we went.
You seem to be as much a man of the world as I have been.
Do you plan to deflate this cuff any time in the near future?
- I'm not taking your blood pressure.
I'm doing a tourniquet test.
All the tests I ran last night came back negative.
No sign of muscle wasting or bone-density issues.
- Hank...
- Don't worry, I had Evan destroy
all the biomaterials and records
as soon as I reviewed the results.
But I don't think any of this is related to your genetic disease.
- What do you think it is?
- Is it possible you brought Marisa and Carlos
somewhere tropical?
Somewhere you didn't list as part of
our globetrotting scrapbook a minute ago?
Somewhere like, say...Cuba?
- Somewhere like it, perhaps.
- And there it is. - Good lord.
- I adjusted the cuff to supply just enough pressure.
These petechiae are a hallmark of a tropical disease--
dengue fever.
You were probably bitten by an infected mosquito.
Dengue can be very serious,
but luckily, we caught it early.
- You caught it early, Hank.
My apologies, though... the guesthouse will need
to be scrubbed now as well, I'm afraid.
- It's due for a scrubbing anyway.
- It's perfect.
Just like everything you touch.
- Is it gonna make the baby dizzy?
- I think a few previous babies have survived the experience.
- Is the tiger too scary?
- What's happening right now?
I thought I was the neurotic Jewish mother here.
What are you doing? It's fine.
It's the most harmless plush tiger I've ever seen.
[squeaks] Whoa!
I didn't know they talked. Maybe I was wrong.
- [laughs]
- So if it's a boy,
I can't decide between Bill and Ted.
- That's a really sweet idea,
to honor my dad or your grandpa.
- I'd actually be honoring my favorite Keanu Reeves movie,
but those too; that's great, hadn't thought of that.
- And if it's a girl,
how about Catherine?
- Mom would've loved that.
Well, boy or girl,
this baby is gonna be so loved.
For his or her entire life.
- You okay?
- I think all children should have that, you know?
What Hank and I had until we lost it.
- Yeah, I agree.
- I really want to find a way to help Lena and her brothers.
- Okay. How can we help?
- We could...
foster them... temporarily.
- You want--
- Until they find another solution.
Look, I have no idea where we'd put three extra kids.
I know, but...
It just came to me like a vision,
and I can't stop thinking about it.
- That's a lot of responsibility, Evan.
- I know.
- I don't know how to handle one kid,
let alone four
and all the different ages.
- I know, look, I'm not gonna push this on you
if it feels like too much.
- Yeah.
[serene music]
- What? What are you thinking about?
- About what would've happened if...
my parents felt like adopting me
would have been too much.
[sighs]
You know, I think meeting these kids
would be a really good first step.
- I totally agree,
which is why I already set up a lunch for all of us.
- Oh, you did?
- Yeah.
[waves crashing]
- Am I behind schedule?
- Boris, I'm flattered by your offer,
but I can't go with you.
- I see.
- I need a change,
but I don't think I'll accomplish that
by following your path.
I need to find my own.
- That is understandable.
- You know, when I was going through your files,
I saw all the Russians in your family history,
and I realized that they traced back to the czars.
I'm guessing these oligarchs want to prove that,
so they can use you to take power.
And these Russians, they don't want you dead,
they want you in charge.
You're Russian royalty, aren't you?
- You pieced that all together, did you?
I'm not opposed to intervening in Russia's destiny,
but if I do, it will be at a time of my choosing.
Will you make sure that Evan gets this?
- Yeah. Of course.
You sure I can't convince you to stay another couple of days?
- You said I need supportive care.
- That's right.
- I shall have a large staff
and a wife who is a world-renowned physician.
- Fair enough.
In fact, that's why I know you don't really need me
down there with you at all.
- I wasn't inviting you along as my doctor, Hank.
You've already healed me
in more ways than I could ask for.
I invited you...
as a part of my family.
In a large part, thanks to you,
I now have a great deal of what I want in my life.
And I wish you the best in finding the same.
Yeah?
- Thank you, Boris.
For everything.
- No, no.
[somber music]
♪
.
- And Jeremiah, you can handle Ms. Newberg's physical?
- Of course.
- Great.
Okay.
I think that about does it.
- Wow.
I can't believe it.
- Your final staff meeting is over.
- Final staff meeting for now.
- That's right.
One day you'll be back at this table, as Dr. Divs.
- [laughs] I really look forward to that.
- Should I break out the bubbly?
- Honestly, if I have another glass of apple cider,
I might need to punch something.
- [laughs] I totally get it.
Hey, we can just enjoy the moment.
- I just...
I can't believe you're actually leaving the Hamptons.
- I know.
I couldn't have done it without your encouragement, Hank.
That's ironic, isn't it? - What is?
- I'm responsible for you settling in the Hamptons,
and you're responsible for me leaving.
- Sorry, just to clarify, by "ironic",
did you mean utterly incorrect?
- And here we go.
- I don't think that's a commonly used
definition of the word.
- I'm sorry, what part of that was "utterly incorrect"?
- Okay, I think we all know
that Hank ended up here because of me.
- I'm sure we can find more interesting things
to compete over.
- I'm just saying,
I picked him up off the floor of that dump in Brooklyn,
forced him into that green Swedish rickshaw,
and dragged his ass all the way out here.
- And I pitched a little business idea
that gave him and you a reason to stay out here.
- And really, isn't there enough credit to go around?
- You know what?
Shared credit defeats the whole purpose of credit.
- Oh, that's a healthy perspective.
- I refuse to be the co-creator of HankMed, that's all.
- Ladies and gentlemen, my husband.
- Okay, the point--
The point, Divya, is that no matter
who brought us all together,
we'll never be the same without you.
- Okay, maybe one glass of apple cider.
- You got it. Just don't punch me.
[somber music]
♪
- Thank you. - Thanks.
- Cider. - Thank you.
- And to Divya.
From the moment we met, you have always irritated--
I mean, challenged me.
But you have.
You've always forced me to raise my game,
and--I can't believe I'm gonna actually
admit this to your face...
I look up to you.
Your tough love helped me grow up.
Without you, I don't know who I would've become.
I don't even know if I would've found Paige.
So...
yeah, thanks, Divs.
Without you, I wouldn't be...
[chuckles]
Evan R. Lawson, CFO of HankMed,
husband, hospital administrator,
and pillar of the community.
- Okay, I'm not sure if that toast was to me or to yourself,
but, uh, thanks, sidekick.
- To Divya.
I know I don't have the history with you that these guys do,
but I think we've done a really great job
making up for lost time.
Thank you for being such a caring friend
and for doing such a good job raising my husband.
- [clears throat]
To Divya.
Do you remember me on the day we first met?
It was right over there.
- Of course I do.
I think the first thing you said to me was
I had an unusually symmetrical face.
- Well...
look at me now.
I will never forget
how you helped me get here.
Thank you.
♪
- To Divya,
the sibling I always wished I had.
Relax, I'm kidding.
Mostly.
You changed my life in so many ways
and you did give me a reason to stay out here,
but it wasn't just HankMed.
It was the chance to have a family again,
and for that, I am more grateful
than you will ever know.
So go.
You go get that Johns Hopkins MD, and you bring it back.
The Hamptons will be anxiously awaiting
your return,
and so will we.
To Divya.
[all] To Divya.
- Okay, so...
I think that I'm about ready for a big HankMed hug
right about now.
- Let's do it!
♪
- Just of curiosity, how long do these typically last?
[laughter]
- It's over, big guy.
- We love you, Divs. - Love you too.
♪
[laughter]
- And then she finally bought us our own cell phones.
- Which is why I know that when it comes to FaceTiming me
every single day, I'll be able to count on Wes and Ian.
- Not necessarily in that order.
[laughter]
- So, uh--
Hey, fellas, have you noticed
the motorized boats in the pond right there?
- Lena, we're going boating. - Yep. See you.
- Boat safely.
- So...
we're sorry we couldn't be more helpful with the court.
- You know, the truth is, we couldn't have
kept things up the way they were.
I mean, I couldn't have.
It was just too much to handle, without some serious help.
- Well, we're glad you put it that way.
- Lena, how would you feel about...
staying with us for a while?
All of you.
- We could foster you.
On a trial basis,
just to see how it works for everyone.
- But isn't it too late for--
- We already spoke to the social worker,
and she wants to help us make this work.
- But you guys barely know us.
Why would you want to do something like that?
- So that you can keep your family together.
- Yeah.
- We just wanna offer you some...
serious help.
- Full disclosure, our house is definitely not huge,
and Paige is pregnant.
- Oh, my gosh, congratulations. - Thank you.
- So it might get a bit crowded--
- Cozy. He means cozy. - Right, yes. Cozy.
But we're excited to make it work.
- That is, if you're interested.
- I need $10, please. Thank you.
Hey, what'd you say to my sister?
[laughter]
- Why don't you grab Wes,
and I'll tell you.
♪
.
- Wow.
And Paige is on board?
- 100%.
She spent an hour with those kids,
and now she wants to help them as much as I do.
She also sees it as a chance to show her gratitude,
for finally being given a child of our own.
- That totally makes sense.
- Yeah, I see it as a chance to show my gratitude for you.
- For me? - Yeah.
You weren't just my brother,
or my surrogate parent, or my best friend.
You know, you were those things too, but...
You were the glue, you know?
And now Paige and I get to be the glue for these kids.
- And just when I thought
I couldn't be any prouder of my brother.
- I need to quit HankMed...
for good.
I've been juggling so many things, Henry.
I can't do it anymore.
I need to focus on my family and these kids
and the hospital as best as I can.
- I think it's the right call, Ev,
and I totally support you.
Yeah.
It's time to put HankMed to bed.
- Why don't you come help me?
I can't believe I didn't think of this before.
Henry, come run the ER full-time.
I know the last time we tried it, I stepped on your toes,
and you nearly poked my eye out,
but I promise you-- I swear, this time
you'd have complete autonomy.
It would be your ER.
- That's quite an idea.
- So?
- It might be the kind of change I'm looking for.
Yeah, look, I'll-- I'll think about it.
Oh, that reminds me.
Boris wanted me to give you this.
- It's probably another list of tasks
he needs me to tend to in his absence.
I don't know why he doesn't just e-mail me this stuff.
- He's old-school.
- You want to hear it? - I do.
- They're really boring.
[clears throat]
"I hereby donate use of my personal estate,
"Shadow Pond, and its staff,
to Hamptons Heritage Hospital."
What?
"Specifically, it is to become the permanent residence
"of the hospital...
"administrator,
"to be used as he or she sees fit,
"without any restrictions or obligations, whatsoever.
"Effective immediately.
Signed, BKVJR."
Would you excuse me for one second?
- Uh, yeah.
- [cheering]
[shouting] It's mine!
It's all mine!
It's mine!
- [chuckles]
- It's mine!
- So you're telling me that all of this is at Evan's disposal?
- I saw it in writing,
or I wouldn't have believed it myself.
[both chuckle]
Our first time at Shadow Pond,
he literally had to scam his way through the front door,
and now he's got the run of the place.
- God bless America. - Yeah.
I really hope he doesn't rename the estate
in his own honor.
- Oh, gosh, Shadow Evan.
- Or Evan R. Lawson, CFO of HankMed Pond.
[both laughing]
- [sighs]
So no more HankMed at all?
- No more HankMed at all. - That's crazy.
- I know.
- What's next for you then?
- No idea yet.
I'm considering a few different options,
but this isn't just about finding a new title,
or a new way to practice medicine.
I realized...
I need to find a new way to live.
- Okay...
Out of curiosity, what's wrong with the way
you've been doing it?
- Nothing at all.
I wouldn't trade the past few years for anything.
And this whole summer, I thought I was
finally getting ready to put down my roots,
and settle down here, but the truth is,
I don't feel like I'm settling down.
I'm afraid I may just be settling.
I look around at the people I care about,
and they have everything they want.
I don't.
Not yet.
- Hank,
you know that Evan and I were being silly before,
arguing over who gave you a reason to become a Hamptonite.
- Oh, yeah, of course I know.
- The truth is, I know you found that reason
somewhere inside of you.
Whatever you end up doing next,
you'll find that reason inside of you too.
I know it.
[upbeat hopeful music]
♪
- Hey, Jim.
♪
- Lena, Wes, Ian,
welcome to Shadow Pond.
- Holy sh-- - Shh! Ian!
- I bet you they have servants.
- I'll challenge that.
- [gasps] I told you!
[chuckling]
- Hey, if you have a few free hours,
I could give you the grand tour.
We can start with your walk-in closet.
- First Boris disappears off the face of the earth,
and now you?
- I'm not disappearing off the face of the earth.
I'm just heading to a different part of it.
Ev,
I'll never disappear on you,
but I know this is what I need to do right now.
What I want to do.
I'm ready for a new challenge.
- I don't love this...
But I support it 'cause I love you.
[light happy music]
- I love you too, Ev.
And I love what we did together out here.
All the people HankMed helped.
[exhales] Including me.
- And me.
- And us.
- Do you know what "Air Force One" is?
- It's the 747 the president uses?
- That's what everyone thinks it is.
It's actually the call sign
for whatever plane is carrying the president
at any given moment.
I learned that when I was convinced that someday,
I'd be asked to run.
- Yeah, um, where we going with this, Ev?
- [sighs]
HankMed isn't a business in the Hamptons.
It's a calling. It's your calling.
One you'll answer, wherever you are,
at any given moment.
So...
HankMed will continue,
uninterrupted.
Speaking of planes, you need a ride to the airport?
- Well, I just called an Uber, but--
- Oh, thank God. Safe travels, bro.
- [laughs]
[upbeat music]
♪
- [laughs] Hank!
Hi!
♪
Wha--
You finally come visit, you didn't even call?
[both laugh]
- I'm not here for just a visit.
Divya was right, but the reason I stayed--
the reason...was you.
And not just because you understood the Hamptons
but because you understood me
from the moment we met.
- [laughs]
The moment we met was you confusing
my olive-green Saab for yours.
[both laughing]
- You see, it was destiny from the start.
I know when you left I had no choice but to let you go.
- I knew I had to go,
but, Hank, it was so hard
to walk away from what we had,
but what we had it just...
kept getting interrupted
by our jobs,
our exes, our families...
- I know. I know.
But I'm ready
to not let anything interrupt us, Jill,
and I guess I came here to find out if...
if you are too.
- How do we...
♪
.
- Look, Mommy, look!
- Yeah, look at you in the truck.
Good job!
[upbeat music]
♪
- Who keeps turning the music up?
- Who taught you to cook?
[all chattering indistinctly]
- Oh, you're so gonna get it! [cell phone rings]
- Babe, your phone!
- Uh, can you grab it, please?
- Um, I'm a little busy with the other two things
you asked me to handle!
- That's an amazing excuse.
Next time.
[kids babbling]
- Come here!
♪
- Hey.
Table's set. - Food is almost done.
- Good.
- [breaths in, exhales sharply]
It's always nice to be back for Memorial Day weekend.
- Yeah...
now, who would have thought the Hamptons would become
our summer getaway?
- Hey, I was always just crashing.
You're the down-to-earth native.
- Honey, you don't have to sweet talk me.
I already said yes.
- You ain't seen nothing yet.
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- No. It doesn't matter.
You don't have to bring anything.
No, we don't need baklava.
Just get here. Bye.
Dad and Newberg are almost here.
- Oh, an hour late.
That's early for Dad.
- [exhales]
It's nice having you back again.
For the summer.
- It's very nice to be back again.
For the summer.
- Ian wants to know if his Uncle Hank
can teach him how to play basketball.
What?
- You know how long it's been
since I stepped onto a basketball court?
- I know exactly how long.
- Yeah.
I'm looking forward to this summer.
- It's gonna be fun,
all of us saddling up together.
- So what's on tap for HankMed tomorrow morning?
- We have an author with arthritis,
and a waitress with carpal tunnel.
Where do you want to start? - Hmm.
I'd like to start with Ian. - Hmm?
- On the courts by Cooper's Beach.
- Okay then.
While you're doing that, Divya can see the author,
and Jeremiah can treat the waitress.
- Done, done,
and done.
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- Let's eat, guys.
[all chattering indistinctly]
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Okay, who wants a hot dog? - I do!
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