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Mike, I might alert you to the fact that
you're eating your cereal shirtless.

Also, pantless.

Okay. You have any chance of slipping a
tub this morning?

Relax, Ed.

I like eating breakfast before I get
dressed.

Is that right? Until you moved in, I did
it all the time.

Now, uh, now you've lived here a few
months, I figure you're one of the

Mike?

What, honey?

Oh, my God.

You've seen me naked. I'd seen me naked.

It's a big deal. We haven't seen you
naked at the same time.

Why should that matter?

Mike, it just does.

Look, you guys, maybe it's time I found
my own place. I can only imagine how

difficult it must be having a new baby
and a house guest at the same time. And

don't want to use your hospitality here,
so I got the whole week in here. I

could start looking right away.

Ed, don't be ridiculous. We love having
you here. That's right, Eddie.

Really. Please, stay as long as you want
to.

Really? You guys mean that? I mean,
that's great, because I got to admit, I

wasn't that eager. Ed, this is the part
you're supposed to insist on moving out,

no matter how much we protest.

Okay, Mike, Nancy, I'm moving out.

Please stay.

Don't go.

I insist.

All right.

Okay.

by your side watching the wild

Grand new kitchen, washer, dryer,
screened -in patio.

What do you think, Ken?

How would you define the word id?

Id?

Well,

it's been a while since I took Psych
101, but I believe Freud said that the

three components of the human psyche
were the id, the ego and the superego,

id being the subconscious part that
deals with urges and drives, you know,

hunger, and things like that. Why? What
are you reading?

The Wizard of Id.

Oh.

Good stuff.

Two bedrooms, high ceilings, southern
exposure.

I love that show. That moose, he was
always up to no good.

Kenny, that was northern exposure.

I don't think so.

Bosco, I need your full attention. I
have a business proposal. I know all

your business proposal. The answer's
still no. I do not want to hold

in the basement. Forget about that. This
is better. It'll bring in busloads of

customers, and at what cost to us? Say
it with me.

Zot. I'm not... What's the idea?

Open mic night.

Think about it. Free admission, ten
drink minimum.

Okay, eight drink.

No, nine drink. Nine drink.

You really think people would come here
and perform?

Bosco, of all the golden cabs worshipped
in this godless country, none has so

seductive a moo as celebrity.

I mean, take Kenny over there. He's an
amateur stand -up comic.

Kenny?

Whenever I'm on an elevator and it's
stopping on every floor, I turn to the

next to me and say, What is this, local?

He's quirky, he's winning, and Shirley
over there. Shirley's no stranger to the

limelight.

Shirley?

Once I went to SeaWorld, and the lady at
the sea lion show asked for an

assistant, and I got picked, and I stood
up in front of everybody, and I fed the

sea lion a fish, and the lady asked me
to take a bow, and while I was bowing,

the sea lion bit me in the ASF.

How about that?

Hey, guys.

Well, hey, Molly. Hi.

Um, Ed, I... I need to ask you a favor.

Sure.

So?

It's about my grandfather.

You met him at Thanksgiving.

Actually, I met him way before that.
Back when he owned and operated

Pet Shop.

You bought a pet for my grandfather?

My first one. A turtle.

Poor little guy choked to death on a
jewel.

A jewel?

No, a jewel.

A gum with a squirty stuff inside.

Oh, right, right.

The thing is, Ed, Charlie's not doing so
well lately.

The doctors say that we might not have
him around much longer.

Oh, my.

I'm sorry.

He wants to put together... Wow.

It's a little tough to talk about.

He wants to put together his will, so I
thought maybe if you weren't too busy...

Say no more. I'll get right on it.

Great. Great.

And you're going to get a kick out of
Charlie.

Just don't let him talk your ear off
about his swinging bachelor days. You a

wild man?

Oh, Molly, did I ever tell you about the
time I nailed the butter -churning lady

at Colonial Williamsburg? Oh, my gosh.
I'm looking forward to this already.

Thanks, Ed.

It means a lot to me.

Morning, Wendy.

What's so funny?

Oh, nothing, Dr. Burton.

I know, it looks like you're trying to
hold back a laugh.

I was just thinking about an old episode
of Night Court.

Okay.

Hey, you must be Dr. Burton.

Yeah, yeah, I am. Who are you?

Scott Benson.

Hey, call me Dr.

Scotty. My patients seem to like the
informality. Yeah, it helps me relate to

you.

Why are you seeing my patient, Dr.

Scotty? Well, you were a couple six
minutes late, so I thought I'd cover for

you. Could you pass me the tongue
delighters?

Tongue delighters?

Well, we don't want to depress our
patients now, do we?

Carol!

Carol!

Hey! Warren.

Warren, I realize it's Saturday, but
weekday rules still apply. That means

student, me teacher, you Warren, me Miss
Bessie.

Oh, I understand.

Because we have to keep up appearances.

Yeah. Sometimes I feel like we're in
dangerous liaisons.

Hey, Cal.

Ed!

Is this guy bothering you?

Say the word and I'll throw down.

I'm fine.

How you doing?

Hey, can you play that guitar?

Because we're going to have an open mic
night at Stucky Bowl.

Are you going to be there?

I might.

All right, thanks, tough guy.

I owe you a solid. Sure.

Hey, peace out.

Goodbye, Warren.

Bye, Mr. Essie.

Tell us something, huh?

Yeah. So, Mike and Nancy finally kicked
you out. They didn't kick me out. What

they did was they... Kicked you out?
That's right.

Why don't you join me? I could use a
woman's perspective.

What do you mean?

You can help me find a happening pet
that'll attract a happening lady.

Ah, I have a tip for you.

What's that? Let's go play for the
grotto.

Grotto?

You know what I realized?

This will be the first time in my life
I've lived alone, you know? I mean,

obviously, I grew up with my parents,
and then I had roommates all through

college and law school, and then came
Liz.

You guys lived together before you were
married?

Yep. Yep.

It was just me, Liz, and Chrissy.

Who's Chrissy?

This nutty blonde chick. We had to tell
the landlord I was gay. Oh.

It was a mad cat.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Hello. Oh, hi.

I'm Ed Stephens. I'm in the market for a
house. Oh, I'm Dana Jarvis.

Hi. Let me guess.

Newlyweds. Yes.

Yes. Is it really that obvious? We're
not married. She's not well. Ed. Yes,

dear? Why don't you tell me what kind of
home you're looking for?

Mrs. Jarvis, I need you to understand
something. I lived in New York City. I

have a lot of experience with real
estate agents. I know how this works.

And how's that, Mr. Stevens?

Instead of you showing me a place you
think I really like, you show me a

bad one. So I lower my expectations, and
then you can sell me pretty much

anything.

Sound familiar?

Yes. I suppose it does.

Then why don't we save ourselves some
time and energy?

Skip the bad house, go straight to the
good ones.

All right, Mr. Stevens.

By tomorrow morning, I will have a list
of wonderful homes to show you. Very

good. Will you be joining us, Mrs.
Stevens?

I'm not, Mrs. Stevens.

She was hit on the head with a falling
coconut.

Come in.

Dr. Jerome, what's going on? Many
things, Dr.

Burton, many things.

The universe is expanding, the art of
cinema is dying, and my daughter Melissa

is marrying a Moroccan.

The man wears a fez.

What's the new doctor doing here? Oh,
yes, Dr. Scotty. I've invited him to

the practice.

Why?

We don't need another doctor. You and I
can handle all the patients, Dr. Jerome.

Dr. Burton, take my hand.

Feel it.

What was once a limber, supple
instrument of healing... now grows

leathery, and stiff.

My day of retirement looms ever closer,
and I want to make sure that this

practice is left in the right hands.

But when I took this job, Dr. Drum, it
was the understanding that you'd leave

the practice to me.

You, Dr. Burton, are what was known in
the grunge rock era of the early 90s as

slacker. Really? So I believe I owe it
to my patients to see if Dr. Scotty can

do better.

Thanks for the chat.

Oh, I was expecting the Indian food guy.

Oh, sorry. It's me, Ed Stevens.

Molly said... Oh, yes, yes, yes.

You like Indian food, don't you, Jerry?

Ed, actually. I'll be calling you Jerry.

It's more fun to say. Come inside.

Well, do you like the samosas, Jerry?

The pakoras? The lamb biryani?

The onion kurcha? Sure.

Do you like tandoori chicken?

Tandoori chicken?

It's tasty.

All right, sit down. Sit over there.

Well, at first I wasn't sure about the
whole...

bowling alley lawyer thing.

But then I figured, it's only my last
will and testament.

Don't worry, Mr. Hudson. I promise I
will do as good. I know you will, Jerry.

Well, let's get down to it.

Sure. Yes.

Well, there are lots of options when it
comes to drawing up a will.

The point is, of course, to minimize the
tax burdens. So just take all my stuff

and divvy it up among my survivors.

Okay.

Okay. And who might those survivors be?

My son.

Daughter -in -law, one niece, two
nephews.

Molly, of course.

Say, do you like beefaroni?

Yeah. I bought a couple dozen cases of
the stuff in preparation for Y2K.

I'm leaving it all to you.

Oh, thanks.

Thanks.

Is there anyone else we might be
missing?

Ron.

Ron. And he would be? My lover.

Hmm?

Wait till you taste this chicken
vindaloo.

Can I bounce a joke off you, Chief?

Oh, yeah, I can.

Open mic night? Absolutely.

Jewish astronaut.

Comes back from a month -long space
shuttle mission where he orbits the

every four hours. A reporter asked him,
how do you feel? He says, I'm exhausted.

Do you know how many times I had to say
Chakras, Mirka, and Mariv?

What does that even mean?

Something hilarious.

Where'd you get that joke?

Made it up, Kenny.

Kenny, just a thought, but maybe you
might want to think about taking your

in a less Hebraic direction.

Thanks, Chief.

You're a great sounding board.

My pleasure.

Hi, Ed.

Oh, hey. Hi, Molly.

How are you?

Good. Good. What you doing? I'm working
on Charlie's will. I saw him yesterday.

Yeah, he told me.

He liked you.

So, how'd it go from your side?

Good. Good.

I'd say it went pretty well.

Good.

They moved him into the hospital this
morning.

Really? Why? He seemed fine. Oh, Charlie
puts up a good friend. He just doesn't

want anybody to feel sorry for him.

Right.

Hey, Molly, did Charlie ever tell you a
surprising personal fact about himself?

What do you mean?

Well, you know, a fact about himself, a
personal one, that when he told you, you

were surprised.

Thanks for the clarification.

Oh, okay. In 1952, he was hitchhiking
and got picked up by Zeppa Marks.

That wasn't it.

Look, that was it. That was it. I know.
When you told me that, I was bowled

over. I mean, of all the Mars brothers
to be picked up by... You get picked up

by Zepo, that's... Is everything okay?
Yeah, it's fine.

Phil! Pretty sweet, huh? Phil, we do not
want you gonging the performers.

Fine, fine. We'll just move on to plan
B. No giant hooks, either.

Right down here, Mr. Harris.

Mrs. Andrews.

I have your test results.

And? We seem to have caught it just in
time.

You're going to be fine, Mrs.

Andrews. You're going to live a long and
healthy life.

Oh, thank God.

Oh, thank you, Dr.

Scott. Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have
done that. Don't be silly.

Have a lollipop.

Oh, I'm so happy. I'm so happy. I'm
happy for you, Mrs.

Andrews.

This is exciting.

I'm going to have my own garage. I'm
going to have my own backyard.

I'm out in the fireplace. Hey, Carol,
what's your take on bearskin rugs?

I think they look good on bears.

All right, kids, here we are.

The perfect place for the two of you to
start a family.

Okay, Mrs.

Jarvis. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I thought you said we were going to skip
the part where you showed me the bad

house. We did.

This is obviously the bad house.

No, it's not.

Prove it.

What do you mean? Take me to a place on
your list that's worse than this house.

If you can't, I'm getting a new realtor.

Mr. Stevens. Right now.

Let's go.

Honey?

Honey?

Well, Mr. Harris, I've got excellent
news.

What's that?

Taking several weeks of treatment. I'm
happy to tell you that your athlete's

foot has been cured.

Oh. Good.

Oh, yes, Mr. Harris. I have eradicated
your athlete's foot.

Goodbye itching, goodbye redness,
goodbye cracked skin.

You, sir, are going to live a long and
healthy life.

Why are you shouting?

All right, there you are. What did I
tell you?

Miss Jarvis, this house is much nicer
than the one we just saw.

No, it's not.

It's awful.

Just listen.

To what?

Train. There's no train. And just look
at those windows.

What's wrong with them?

The windows and the door make the eyes
and the mouth of a mean face.

Hey, she's right.

Ms. Jarvis, you are no longer my real
estate agent.

Let's go, Carol.

Smell that?

We're right downwind of a glue factory.

Honey, you know, I just don't get it. He
told you two years ago that you'd

inherit the practice. I know.

I know. It's ridiculous.

But what can I do? Well, I think you
should talk to him.

The last time I tried talking to him, he
tore me a new ax.

Tushy.

Tore me a new tushy.

Why don't you explain your situation to
Dr. Scotty? He might not even realize

that he's stealing your job.

That's true.

Hey, guys. Hey, Edward.

So, how's the house hunting going?

Oh, it's great. I'll have a house in no
time. We have yet to set foot inside the

house.

Hey, Ed, ten bucks if you give your
order to the waitress and rhyme.

Oh, God.

What can I get you folks?

Ed, why don't you go ahead and get us
started?

Okay.

What beverage will I have? Let's see.

How about a frosty glass of your iced
tea?

And then, to start, for my appetizer, I
would like the gravy fries.

Or maybe I'll have my fries with cheese,
yes.

I'll change my order, if you please.

And after that, well, for my main
course, I will have the tuna melt, of

Ed, you can't rhyme course with course.

And perhaps a side of horse.

A side of horse.

Okay. Dr. Roberts, Dr. P .D. Roberts,
please call 301.

Dr. Roberts, call 301. Molly, I really
wish you'd stop bringing me presents. I

don't like you spending your money on
me.

Grandpa, I think you're forgetting
something.

I'm a high school teacher.

I am rich beyond your wildest
imagination. Oh, yeah.

I'll bet.

Well, what have we here? Oh, look at
this.

A brand new photo album. You like it?

Look at this. What a coincidence.

It came filled with photos of me and my
family.

What are the odds of that, Molly?

It's like an episode out of Twilight
Zone.

New Year's Day, 1965.

Look at your grandmother.

Just like you.

Except for that god -awful beehive
hairdo. Did I ever tell you about the

caught fire?

Yes, sir, you did.

Oh, God, I miss her.

You know, Molly, life's a lot more fun
if you've got someone to share it with.

Yeah, well, it's finding that right
someone that's the tough part.

The way you talk about that Ed Stevens,
I figured maybe you had.

Grandpa.

Molly, have you ever been able to keep a
secret from me?

There are no secrets between Molly and
Charlie Hudson.

Yes.

What's the matter?

Ah, Carol!

Hi. Come on.

And Jerry.

Oh, my God.

A lawyer in a bowling shirt.

The world's gone to hell.

I brought you some cupcakes, but
maybe... No, no, no, no. Just plop them

IV bag. They'll dissolve.

How are you feeling? Is there anything
we can do for you? No, no, no. I'm

perfectly fine.

Right then.

Listen, why don't you girls give me and
Jerry just a couple of minutes to talk,

huh? Okay.

See you later, then.

Well,

this will be quick, Mr. Hudson.

Just have you initial every page where
there's an X, and then sign at the end,

and I'll be your witness.

I suppose you've been wondering about me
and Ron.

I can assure you, Mr. Hudson, I have no
problem with that.

It took me a long time to get used to
it, I can tell you.

I was a world -class skirt chaser until
my wife Eileen came along. Is that

right? Married 35 years.

Loved her with all my heart.

When she passed, I was lost.

Then one day, I'm having a beer over at
the Smiling Goat, and Ron walks in.

Pulls up a stool, we get to talking.
Turns out, he's a widower, too.

We start spending some time together.

You know, fishing, playing cards, that
kind of thing.

And then out of a clear blue sky, it
just happened.

Damnedest thing, ain't it?

I suppose that qualifies as the
damnedest.

And Charlie certainly did go on well.

Ah, yeah.

Yeah, it's nice.

So what about you and Ed? I mean, what's
the deal?

What deal?

Well, you're picking pumpkins on
Thanksgiving and you're house hunting

That deal.

We're just hanging out.

There is no deal.

Right. Miles, look, I know it's hard to
believe, but we've actually settled into

a very comfortable relationship just as
friends.

So you have no interest whatsoever in
pursuing a romantic relationship with

Edward J. Stevens?

Absolutely not.

Why?

I'm just curious.

Yeah. Well, now that you've satisfied my
curiosity, let's just talk about

something else. Let's, you know, like
Sherbert.

Sherbert? Have you ever noticed that
people actually pronounce it Sherbert?

But it's not. You know, it's Sherbert.

No second R.

No second R.

One of those things.

Jerry, you're the only one in the world
who knows about me and Ron.

Except Ron, of course. I think he has a
hunch.

The fact is, there are people in my
family who just wouldn't accept it. You

don't have to worry about me, Mr.
Hudson. Anything you tell me stays in

room. My son George, for example.

A real man's man.

Just like his pop.

If he knew about Ron, he'd never look at
me the same way again.

I understand.

So, here's the question I ask myself a
thousand times a day.

Should I take my little secret to the
grave, or should I tell everybody?

Consequences be damned.

You're, um... You're asking my opinion?

No, I'm asking the Sheik of Araby.

Ah. Well, it's a personal decision, of
course, Mr. Hudson, but... I'd say you

have a right to your privacy.

Yes, I know that, Jerry, but I... I've
also got the right to pass on without

feeling like I had something to hide.

God, it'd be great to just go ahead and
tell him and be done with it.

Then maybe you should.

Maybe I should.

Jerry, I'm going to do it.

Would you arrange a family gathering for
me?

Of course.

Thank you.

Dr. Scott, do you mind if I talk to you
for a second? Yeah, sure thing, Dr.

Mike.

It's a plan Mike will do. Oh, trust me
on this one. It'll double your tips.

Look, here's the story.

I've been working for Dr. Jerome for two
years.

And to tell you the truth, sometimes the
guy can be a bit cranky.

What's kept me sane these past 24 months
is the knowledge that when he retires,

I take over the practice. Now, Dr.
Scotty, I don't know where you came

you are, or what you want, but I'm
asking for your sympathy.

Don't take this away from me. Tell Dr.
Jerome you don't want the practice.

No problem.

Consider it done.

Really. Yeah. Look, if I'd known I was
going to be stepping on toes, I never

would have taken this job in the first
place.

Well, you're a decent guy, Dr. Scottie.
Thank you. You know, my good friends

call me Dr.

Scottay. All right, well, try me again
when I'm drunk.

You got it. Yeah.

Okay, Leonard, we look forward to seeing
you Friday night. Just a reminder, the

pigeons need to be housed. We cannot
provide housing for the pigeons.

Next, please.

Your name?

Godfrey Clemens. And what is that?

A lute.

Okay, are you like a hobbit or
something? This is an upscale evening of

entertainment.

We're going to have to pass.

But it's just an open mic night.

That's right, and Broadway is just a
street.

Next, please.

Warren Cheswick.

That is a hot stage name. What's your
real name?

Warren Cheswick.

Finally, someone with a sense of
showmanship.

I've got a band, the Warren Cheswick
Experience.

That is so original.

Thanks.

I'll allow you to perform under one
condition.

Righteous.

Yeah, sure, anything.

I sing lead.

Hi, Mai. Hi, Ed.

This is my dad, George.

Hi, George.

And my mom, Helen.

Hello. This is Ed Stephens.

We're worried, Mr. Stephens. Could you
give us some idea what this is about?

I'm afraid I can't, Mrs. Hudson. Don't
tell me. He's banging a nurse.

I'm so sorry to have to tell you this,
but... What is it?

Mr. Hudson just passed away.

Oh, no.

Oh, honey.

Mark calling Orson. Mark calling Orson.

Come in, laser breath.

Yes, Mark. This is Orson.

What have you learned this week?

Well... I experienced a strange new
emotion.

Here on Earth, they call it love.

It's good.

You know, you might want to dial down
that morph factor just a tad.

Gotcha.

Hey, Bosco, nice suit.

You're going to a funeral.

Phil, I am going to a funeral.

Oh.

Carol.

I'm facing an ethical dilemma.

What's that?

Suppose somebody had a secret, and they
wanted to tell the secret, but for some

reason they couldn't, and you're the
only other person that knows about the

secret. So now the only way it gets told
is if you tell it, but A, it's not your

secret to tell, and B,

there's certain people who'd rather not
hear about it.

Who has the secret? I can't tell you
that. Ed. What? If you want my help,

really going to have to be more
specific.

Look, but if I tell you this thing, then
you have to promise that it stays

strictly between us.

Okay. Forever.

Okay. Charlie Hudson was gay.

What?

No way.

What about Molly's grandmother?

What about the time he nailed the butter
-churning lady in Colonial

Williamsburg? It's a long story, but
basically, he's been in a relationship

this guy named Ron for a few years now,
and he wanted to tell his family. He

just died before he got the chance.

Wow. Yeah.

Does Molly know?

No. Nobody does.

So what do I do now?

You're sure he wanted everyone to know?
He told me so himself.

Well, then, I guess... I guess you have
an announcement to make.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Maybe we could just flip for it. You
know, heads I tell it, tails you tell

What do you think about that? Or straws.
We could draw straws. Straws. Do you

have any straws in you? No. Oh,

George.

Everybody's being so wonderful.

Your father had so many people who loved
him.

Yeah.

Hi, guys.

Hey, Molly.

Thanks for coming.

You can, um, you can just leave your
coats over there.

Miles, I'm so sorry.

Thanks.

He's a terrific guy.

Yeah.

Yeah, he was.

You know, Ed, I don't want to waste any
more of your time with the will, so I

was thinking that we could just do the
reading tonight at the reception.

Well, there's no hurry.

In fact, the will isn't officially filed
yet.

So we could wait.

Yeah, we better do it tonight before
everyone leaves town.

Okay. Okay.

Excuse me.

Did you by any chance know Mr. Hudson?

Of course you know him, otherwise you
probably wouldn't be here.

But... Sorry.

Do I know you?

I'm Ed Stephens, Mr. Hudson's attorney.

Ron Jeffries.

Friend.

That's what I guessed.

Guess what?

That you were a friend.

Or a business partner.

Oh.

Or something else.

Maybe a war buddy.

Perhaps you played together in a high
school band.

He was first trombone, you were second
trombone. Not to imply anything about

your relative trombone -playing
abilities.

You could have been first trombone. He
told you?

Yes.

Ron, I'm deeply sorry for your loss. Did
he tell anyone else?

No. Good.

Nice to meet you, Ed.

Excuse me. Ron, I'm sorry. There's
something I really need to discuss with

What's that?

Right before Charlie died, he was
planning on telling his family about

relationship.

Now that he's gone, I was considering
telling them myself. I thought

it might make more sense coming from
you.

Ed, do you know how hard it is to have
to hide the fact that you love somebody?

No, sir. I guess I really don't. I
wanted to tell my family about me and

Charlie.

For years.

I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

Call me a coward.

Sir, I don't think you're a coward.

If Charlie wants his people to know, I
say, go ahead.

Tell them.

But I can't be there.

I'm sorry. I just can't be there.

Yeah, boys.

We blew the roof off that mother.

Something like that.

All right, let's do it again. One more
time. Harold.

No.

I refuse to waste another nanosecond of
my life learning a song, and I use that

term loosely, written by a bowling alley
shoe guy.

Come on, Gavin. This is our first public
performance.

You think a little group called The
Beatles?

Ever hit the stage before they were
ready?

The only reason I'm in this group is
that you swore to me that we'd never

compromise our creative vision.

No, Gavin, the only reason you're in
this group is because you got a Casio

for your bar mitzvah.

Harold!

Before we begin the actual reading of
the will, I have an announcement to

I didn't know Charlie Hudson very long.

A few days, in fact.

But... In that short time, I came to
realize that he was a... a special guy.

Here, here.

Caring.

Loving. Brave.

And funny.

And handsome.

Gay.

So on to the will.

I, Charles Hudson, being of sound
mind... Son?

Mm -hmm? Would you mind repeating that
last bit of business?

Sorry.

Your father wanted you to know that he
was a gay, a homosexual.

And he intended to tell you himself, but
he... So that left me.

Questions? Comments?

Hello,

everybody.

I'm Ron Jeffries, Charlie's partner.

Well, I see you brought a meatloaf.

It's a Cajun meatloaf.

Dr. Jerome, I have here a project I've
been working on in my spare time as a

gesture of goodwill.

It's a cross -reference study of every
patient in the history of your 38 years

practicing medicine in Stuckyville.

Yeah, yeah. By looking at these files,
you can learn how illnesses spread

throughout the community, success rates
of various forms of treatment. Dr.

Jerome? I'm sorry, Dr.

Burton. I'm a bit distracted.

Dr. Scotty here connected my computer to
a worldwide community of physicians who

help each other online.

Yeah. Say hello to Dr. Nelanta
Nanayakara.

He's in Sri Lanka.

How you doing, Nelanta?

Hello, America!

Now, this is a man with initiative.

This is a man who's ready to run a
practice.

You're good.

Ma, I'm so sorry I ducked out on you
last night.

I just, I know.

Okay. Yeah. Um, I would love to... Oh.

I'll leave you guys alone.

Hey.

I came here to thank you.

Really? My grandfather meant more to me
than anyone in the world.

In a lot of ways, we were best friends.

The fact that he had to hide from me,
well, it was very upsetting.

But to know that he was going to come
out with the truth makes it all better.

But your family's... Oh, they'll be
fine.

I mean, some of them aren't the most
forward -thinking people in the world,

hey, it's their problem.

Well, I'm glad you're not angry with me.

Not at all.

In fact, I know this is going to sound
kind of corny, but I actually feel like

learned something from you and Charlie.

What's that?

That you're better off not hiding who
you are or how you feel, and if you've

something to say, just say it.

You know, Molly, you never struck me as
a person that leaves much unsaid.

Oh, Ed, you'd be so surprised.

What do you mean?

Well, okay, for starters, I've always
found myself strangely attracted to Karl

Malden.

Karl Malden?

Yeah, there's just something about that
nose.

It's big.

You lied to me, Dr. Scotty. You stood
there with a straight face, and you said

you were going to tell Dr.

Jerome you didn't want the practice.

Well, Dr. Mike, do you really think
doctors should always tell the truth?

Yeah, I do. Everyone should tell the
truth. Isn't that like the Third

Commandment or the Sixth Amendment or
something? Doesn't everyone know that

the time they can walk?

So, if you have a patient with a 5 %
chance of survival, but you know that 5

will drop down to 2 % if he loses hope,
you'll still be completely honest with

that patient? Yes.

Huh. Yes.

Well, not necessarily, but what does
that have to do with anything we're

about? Let him off the hook, Dr. Scotty.

What hook?

I'm not really joining this practice.

I'm sorry, what? He works for a friend
of mine in Jasper Town. I brought him

down here for a week just to motivate
you, Dr. Burton.

And it worked.

Just look at you, sweating like a monkey
in a steam room.

Wait, wait, wait. So this whole thing,
it's a joke?

It was an act?

The whole Dr. Scotty thing, I have a
tongue delighter? You were just doing a

bit? Faking your whole personality?

No, this is my real personality.

How can you do this, Dr. Jerome?

I don't know, Dr. Burton.

Do you play basketball?

My friends and I have a Thursday night
game.

That's great.

So, um, are you still looking for a
house?

I sure am. Because I just happen to know
one that's available.

Charlie's place.

Yeah. I mean, I think it's got
everything that you're looking for,

know, it'd be nice to kind of keep it in
the family.

Right, right.

Well, thanks, Molly. You know, I might
just take you up on that.

Excuse me.

I've got 72 cases of beefaroni for a Mr.

Jerry Stevens.

Kenny, come on. What's in?

Sorry, can't help you, ma 'am.

Come on, Kenny.

You're going to have to wait. We've got
too many guys right now.

Sorry, honey.

Mickey. All right, people. If you are in
this flash zone, now is the time to

cover up.

Featuring guest vocalist, Phil Dunn.

Hi, everyone.

Harold.

Sometimes I feel like a man without.

Just my guitars and my memory and the
highways that I roam.

But then I do remember a place I called
my home

in a little town called Tuckabell.

I'll be in the vein.

Remember when I said people shouldn't
hide their feelings? I was so wrong.