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- Previously, on Royal Pains... - What do you mean,

there's nothing you can do?

You're the bank. What about the 72-hour hold?

It's a 24-hour hold?

[glass shatters]

Jeremiah came to see me a few days ago.

He was quite distraught.

Maybe he's at his house out here.

The house is empty, and it's up for sale.

So I have a headache. Big deal.

Let me see this.

This isn't because of my hep C, is it?

[beeping]

[Boris] Don't touch that.

This certainly... complicates things.

Mr. Lawson.

For many weeks now, it's been imperative

that this operating theater

and the surgical procedure for which it was built

be kept secret.

Well...your secret's safe with me.

'Cause I don't know it.

Only two people in the world have known of this surgery...

until now.

Well, maybe now's a good time to stop telling me

things I don't need to know.

Evan, that possibility disappeared

the moment you broke in here.

You have no idea how sorry I am about that.

The patient we're expecting,

his health is crucial to the survival

of an entire culture.

If it becomes known that he is ill,

it would be catastrophic.

I promise you I'll keep my mouth shut.

[beeping]

[beeping continues]

Do you need to get that?

[beeping]

Come with me.

No one at the lab has seen Jeremiah since yesterday.

No one at the hospital, either.

- Did you get a hold of Bob? - Yes.

He said it wouldn't be appropriate to give me

any information on Jeremiah's therapy.

He puts his house on the market,

abruptly cancels his appointments.

In the past when bad things have happened to Jeremiah,

he's disappeared into his work,

like when he ran away to Iceland.

Do you think he went back?

I really hope not. Any luck reaching Evan?

I keep getting his voice mail.

Me too. Shall we call the police?

If we can't get in touch with Jeremiah

and we don't hear from Evan by the morning,

we call the police.

As I have received an aborted call minutes ago,

I am concerned there's been a security breach on your end.

There's been no breach here, I can assure you.

There has, however, been chatter

over various channels about my presence here in the Hamptons.

That is why I have installed my security expert, Mr. Lawson.

- Installed him? - Yes.

Mr. Lawson is undercover as the administrator

of the hospital now.

I think it best that I exit the country

and take with me our adversaries' attention.

In my absence, Mr. Lawson will step in.

Perhaps we should delay.

That's not an option, and you know it.

The surgery can no longer wait.

[both speaking Mandarin]

He doesn't seem to trust you very much.

The feeling is mutual.

I hope, Evan, you are prepared.

Prepared for what?

That is what we have to figure out.

Call your wife and tell her you're not coming home.

Ever?

Hi, Jeremiah. It's me again.

I-I know that I keep leaving messages,

but I am worried about you.

I understand if you need your space,

but I wish you'd let me know that you're okay.

[baby cries over monitor]

There goes Sashi. Can you hear her?

She misses you too, especially at this hour.

I mean, you two were always the night owls.

Jeremiah.

Yes.

I'm so glad to see that you're okay.

We've been very worried about you.

So you've been sleeping there during the day

and working out here when everyone's away at night, huh?

Mm-hmm.

I had no idea that you were already working on mice models.

Your research has progressed so quickly.

I'm very busy.

Yes, I completely understand.

- Maybe I can help. - Uh, you can't.

Go away, please.

[upbeat music]

.

Wow.

I haven't pulled an all-nighter since college.

Remember those days?

Pulling on your earlobes to stay awake, crushing No-Doz

and putting it in your coffee,

and then chasing your coffee with Red Bull?

Although in your day, it was probably...Tab.

- You're clear on the plan? - Yes.

I will go to Brazil.

Straight from here.

Yeah, and you will not--

Contact you once you're gone.

This is great, this is good.

Keep testing me.

I'm not testing you.

You keep interrupting me.

Oh, I'm sorry. Sorry.

- I'm a little nervous. - [sighs] It's all right.

You've done quite well.

Until that moment.

Your car keys, Evan.

Oh, right.

Just so you know, I switched cars with Paige,

so it will be her car you're borrowing, not mine.

Then thank Paige for me.

Yeah, I'll--I can't.

She doesn't know about the plan.

That was a test, wasn't it? Just one question.

When the mystery VIP arrives, should I not look at him,

just so I can't ID him?

Not that I would even recognize him.

I'm not really up on my world leaders

or titans of industry or ruthless dictators.

Not that you hang out with ruthless dictators.

You know what I mean, I'm just--I'm just--

Oh, here you are.

Did you lose your phone?

No, no. Just had a long night.

The two of you have been here all night?

Just a long night of asset tracking.

You know, apparently the hospital

has a lot of assets that need tracking.

- Good morning, Hank. - Good morning, Boris.

And good-bye, gentlemen.

Good-bye.

[groans]

- What was that? - What?

You and Boris have lots of slumber parties?

Why are you here?

Because you wouldn't answer your phone.

Jeremiah disappeared, and--

What do you mean, disappeared?

- When? - He's okay. Divya found him.

He was very upset about a financial mistake

he made at the lab.

Now, Divya thinks he needs a little more time

before we reach out to him.

She'll let us know when he's ready.

All right.

You sure you're okay?

Yeah. Yeah, long night.

All good. Just a whole lot of--

Asset tracking?

[doorbell rings]

Divya, hi.

Come on in. I'm Mimi Harper.

Nice to meet you.

Let me just grab these.

So is she part of the hostilities?

No, Dad. This is Divya.

She works for a concierge medical practice.

Uncle Jim isn't feeling well.

I thought maybe his hepatitis was back.

Or maybe he just has a cold,

which he deserves for insisting on sleeping

out in my yard.

Well, it's better to be safe.

- Sorry about that. - Not a problem.

Sounds like I should take a look at your uncle.

Please. But first, you need to

put on the apron or this.

What's that?

A...capelet.

Dad's not usually like that.

It's just he and Uncle Jim don't like each other very much.

- Are they brothers? - Yeah, like Cain and Abel.

My father used to worship Uncle Jim,

and now they barely talk to one another.

Are you the intermediary?

Not for much longer.

I'm leaving the country in a few weeks for a new job.

I was hoping to broker a truce before then,

but peace in the Middle East seems more likely.

[Jim] Now is the time.

We have suffered enough embarrassments

at the hands of our Confederate enemy.

These are our three days of rest

before we venture off to engage in hostilities.

It will be a cavalry operation on a scale so grand,

nothing like it has been attempted

in the Eastern Theater.

- Are you with me? [all] Yeah.

Jim? Is that you?

Out here, it's Captain James Harper.

You know my uncle?

Yes, Jim was one of HankMed's first patients,

but I've never seen him off his boat.

Captain, when you're done, may I speak with the fisherman?

Ten minutes R and R.

[indistinct chatter]

Let me know if you need anything,

but I got to get back to the 21st century.

Divya. Good to see you.

You too.

- That is quite a horse. - Yeah.

I had no idea that you were a Civil War reenactor.

Well, it's a passion of mine.

My family took part in the real thing,

and some of us give a damn about history,

unlike my brother.

- May I? - Oh.

See that house?

It's beautiful. I was just in it.

Good thing, 'cause it won't be there for long.

Ed, my idiot little brother,

plans on knocking it down

to build one of those McMansions.

How can your brother do that if you both own the land?

Owned.

I couldn't afford splitting the property tax.

Recession wiped out my savings.

So you think he helped me?

No?

Damn right, no. Bought me out.

You know, we used to be best buddies.

Ha. Then his hedge fund takes off and suddenly

I'm just a cranky old fisherman.

I'm sorry to hear that. Open up.

Well...who cares? I'm past it.

Son of a bitch forbids me to be

on his property except for these three days,

when we commemorate our ancestors

who mustered to march on Fredericksburg

on this very spot.

Maybe you both need a little time.

It's been seven years.

That ship has sailed.

Jim, you do have a fever.

You think it's my hepatitis?

I'd like to take some blood to find out.

In the meantime, I'd like to prescribe some ibuprofen.

Ibuprofen?

Never heard of it.

You must mean willow bark.

Ah.

Carry on.

Hey, Ken, everything okay? You sounded pretty rough.

- Come here. - What?

- Get over here. - Okay.

My stomach's been a little topsy-turvy,

but that's not why I called.

Okay. Why don't you get out,

and you can tell me why you did call?

[whispers] Not gonna happen.

Why not? And why are we whispering?

[beep]

- Oh, boy. - It's worse than you think.

- I'm not sure that's possible. - Stop.

Look, I have this new girlfriend, Helen.

- She's amazing. - I can tell.

Does Helen not believe in bathing suits?

She lives a completely natural and honest existence,

and now I do too, but if she comes out here,

you have to pretend that you're here as my friend.

Huh. Sounds like you've changed a lot.

[sniffing]

Why do you smell like watermelon?

- Oh, that's Helen's incense. - Oh.

It really helps us stay mindful.

So why am I here?

I took a Viagra a few hours ago--

not that I need it, obviously.

- Right. - But I've been having

these butterflies in my stomach.

It's because I really care about her, I guess,

and they take me right out of the mood.

So the pill worked like magic.

- And I did too. - Yeah, of course.

But now, the magic's over,

and I'm still...

Magical...and you don't want Helen to know you took a pill.

All right, I'll give you some pseudoephedrine.

Helen doesn't believe in meds.

I can aspirate with a needle.

- I'll take the pill. - Good call.

[gate hinges squeaking]

- Oh, get the--get the-- - Oh, oh, okay.

- Hurry up! Turn it on! [beep]

- Come on, Lawson, go! [water resumes bubbling]

Honey, I want you to meet

my very dear friend, Hank Lawson.

I wouldn't say dear friend. We--we're friends, you know?

- Hi. - Oh, Ben has told me

so much about you.

- Ah... - Single, doctor,

- really good guy. - Well, thank you.

[inhales]

Oh, I don't usually do this,

but do you mind?

Uh, No. Go--go ahead.

Mm-hmm.

Hmm...

[inhales]

Oh...

- Oh, Hank! - Ah!

I'm getting a really positive energy from you right now.

I am really surprised to hear that.

My sister Grace is in town for the weekend.

She just got out of this train wreck of a relationship

- and is kind of a hot mess. - Huh.

She could really use some positive energy.

Why don't you join us for dinner?

- Double date! I love it! - Yeah.

As fun as that sounds, I'm--

I got a busy schedule, so...

Oh, too bad.

Maybe another time.

Uh...yeah, yeah.

Come.

We don't want to be late for hot yoga.

It might get cold.

[laughs]

Yoga humor.

Right, yeah. Good stuff.

I think we should replace them.

Replace the rings and the clips.

Okay? Thanks a lot, Jake.

Well, Lawson, you're really doing it.

Yeah.

Doing what?

Closing down area one.

Yes, I am. I am doing that for one day.

Do you know who parks in area one?

Hospital employees.

Surgeons who will not appreciate remote parking,

- even for a day. - Wait. The surgeons park here?

Yep, and when you piss off the surgeons,

you piss off the patients about to have surgery.

Five years ago, Dr. MacDonald had food poisoning

after eating some bad Mexican food in the cafeteria,

so he canceled Ms. Newberg's tummy tuck.

Suddenly, the whole community was calling us a taco stand.

Hold on a sec.

That actually happened?

Hey, I'm just trying to help.

Me? I'd close it on the weekend.

Well, I can't. I mean, this is--

Taco stand.

.

I'm sorry for calling you back here so soon.

When an entire regiment comes down with a fever,

I'd say that calls for medical attention.

Mimi's not in the regiment.

I'm the go-between.

Hmm, and 101 temperature is your reward.

Has anyone else experienced any symptoms other than a fever?

I am a little itchy.

Me too.

Yeah, up and down my arms.

It's from the blankets.

I found some vintage wool blankets in the cellar.

They've been in the family for generations.

Our predecessors had to contend with real problems

like dysentery and typhoid fever,

scurvy, smallpox.

A little itching is not gonna kill us.

Right?

I think that Jim--

Captain Harper is right.

It would be another thing

if anyone is delirious or passing blood

or has fluid-filled vesicles.

Fluid-filled vesicles?

Sorry. An odd, blistering rash.

Uh... what would that be a symptom of?

Smallpox.

Does anyone else have a rash that looks like that?

I do.

I thought smallpox was eradicated.

Contained, technically, but it could survive on a blanket

under the right humidity and temperature.

You think we have smallpox?

It's highly unlikely,

but just in case, let me take some swabs.

And in the meantime, you should delay the march

to Fredericksburg until I can get some answers.

[snoring]

Ah--not in the face!

Never better. Why?

Maybe because I didn't ask how you are.

You thought you were about to get smacked in the face.

And whatever it is you've got going on with Boris--

I don't have anything going on with Boris, all right?

Of course, if I did, that's what I'd have to tell you.

- You know the drill. - Yeah, I do know the drill,

and that's why I'm worried.

Ahh.

Boris functions on a different level,

so it can sometimes be hard to see all the angles.

Functions, angles-- what is this, algebra?

I think you mean trigonometry.

- That's the same thing. - No.

They're not the same thing.

Algebra is--okay, okay. Look...

Boris deals with dangerous people.

I don't want to see you in danger.

So it's okay for you but not for me?

I never tried to put myself in danger.

- I tried to stay out of it. - I think you just don't like

the fact that the Boris shoe's on the other foot now,

if there is a Boris shoe,

which I can neither confirm nor deny.

- Evan-- - Hank I appreciate the concern,

but you have to stop worrying.

There's nothing going on except for a whole bunch

of interim administrating, which has me interim exhausted.

Okay, okay.

Just please...be careful.

If there were something going on,

don't you think I'd be on a private jet to Brazil right now?

- Why would I think that? - Because that's where Boris is.

Hypothetically.

Ken? Why are you in my hot tub?

I wanted to talk.

Wait a second.

Are you...

I thought it'd be impolite

to borrow one of your bathing suits.

No. This is much better.

How are you feeling?

Primo. Goes up, goes down--

I'm like a human elevator.

Wish I hadn't asked.

But then after Helen and I went to bed,

my stomach started acting up again.

I haven't been able to keep anything down all day.

Okay. And now?

Much better. This hot tub makes a big difference.

All right.

Let me take a look at you.

But first, I'm gonna do us both a favor and turn around.

There you go.

Yep. You're dehydrated.

You need to get more fluids and maybe dial back

on the dietary restrictions for a while.

In the meantime, I'm also gonna give you some antiemetics.

Anything. I can't miss any more time with Helen

because I'm sick.

I know I've said this before,

but this time, it's really true.

I think she's the one.

Which is great for you.

One less stud bachelor in the Hamptons to compete with.

Being a stud bachelor isn't really my thing,

- but thank you. - That's true.

So what is your thing?

My thing is the simple things.

Meet someone, fall in love,

get married, buy a house,

and have kids.

So get in the game, Lawson.

Believe me. I'm trying.

- Not hard enough. - How would you know?

For starters, you're still single.

I mean, you are a semi-attractive,

successful doctor.

- How hard can it be? - Gee, thanks, Ken.

Helen offers to set you up with her sister,

and you shut it down before she can even finish the invitation.

Look, I don't think meeting a hot mess

is a good idea for either me or her.

Yeah, Miss Right is just gonna cruise on up

when she's good and ready.

Hank, you want to be single.

I know the type. I was the type.

We're a lot alike.

At least, we were. Now I'm in love, and you're--

Okay, okay. Fine. You know what?

Please, tell Helen I would love to have dinner

with her emotionally unstable sister.

Well, now we're making progress.

Okay. Put that down.

[phone vibrates]

- Hello? - There's been a change.

The delivery will now occur night after tomorrow.

Oh, I already shut down parking area one for tonight, though,

and if I do that too many nights in a row, the--

Plans change, Mr. Lawson. Please adapt.

The package will be there night after tomorrow at midnight.

You will arrive 30 minutes in advance.

You will be alone. Do you understand?

- I do. - Very good.

In the interest of security,

this will be our last communication

until you've successfully taken possession of the delivery.

Okay, and don't worry, Boris.

No one will be able to link anything back to you.

Of that I have no doubt.

Good-bye, Mr. Lawson.

Bye.

Are you satisfied, Mr. Chen?

You're right. He clearly suspects nothing.

[beep]

I know that it's unlikely,

but you don't think it looks a little like smallpox?

The last known case of smallpox was 1977.

I realize that, and I know that it is a stretch,

but they have these blankets

that have been packed away for decades in a cold basement.

Come on. Just see the family.

Take a look.

I know what you're doing, Divya.

You're trying to lure me back to HankMed with a rare disease,

but I am not built for clinical medicine.

Of course, you are.

You are a great doctor.

All your patients would say so.

Then they don't know me, and you don't know me.

Jeremiah, I do. I do know--

This is where I belong, in a lab,

not out there with people.

And your refusal to see that

and HankMed's attempt to... [voice quakes]

[clears throat] to turn me into something

that I am not, they are distractions--

foolish, dangerous distractions.

.

Mmm.

[giggles]

Blackberry promotes a pleasant sleepiness.

And here I thought that was Ken's conversation.

Hilarious. But don't knock the incense.

Helen uses it for her patients,

depending on their aura that day.

Oh.

I'm usually a watermelon.

You are a watermelon.

Oof. Whatever.

I'm gonna have to excuse myself for a minute.

You kids keep talking.

Mmm! Helen,

these are the best walnut chorizo enchiladas ever.

Thank you.

You two...enjoy.

Your sister's an amazing cook--amazing.

You just wish she was a better matchmaker, right?

No, no, no, no.

I just wish the whole age difference

didn't make this so awkward.

I think maturity is attractive.

Speaking of which,

I didn't expect you to be so strong and confident

after the way Helen described your bad breakup.

Oh, that's just my big sister, always worrying about me.

Well, maybe she worries

because she's been there before with you

and doesn't want to see you get hurt.

Or maybe she can't get over her own breakups

and is projecting.

That was pretty deep.

God, I wish I had that kind of insight when I was your age.

So you got an older brother who does the same thing to you?

No, no.

I am that older brother, though my case is different.

My brother's always in trouble.

- Always? - Mm-hmm.

Sounds like he never gets the chance to prove you wrong.

But what do I know... at my age?

You just took what I said

and turned it around to make it ironic.

That was awesome.

I try to be awesome every once in a while.

I like that you're not abusing your powers.

Oh, hey, don't let me spoil the moment.

You did, but...

Ken, are you okay?

Actually, I'm feeling pretty pukey.

Think I'm gonna hit the hot tub.

You know what that smell is?

That's love.

[laughs]

I might have spoken too soon about that maturity thing.

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

It's not you. It's, uh, it's Ken.

I think I know what he's smelling, and it's not love.

[gags]

[laughs]

I'm glad you find my ralphing so humorous.

No, I don't. I don't.

But I do know why it's happening.

Keller, those butterflies you get, do they only happen

when you're around Helen's incense?

Yeah, She's always burning the stuff.

- Usually, I'm a-- - A watermelon.

I know. But she showed me the package.

It contains K2, a synthetic form of marijuana

often used in alternative healing.

Wait, wait, wait.

So I've been inhaling weed for the last three weeks?

Yes, and I think you're having an unusual reaction to it

called cannabinoid hyperemesis.

It causes nausea and vomiting

and is relieved by bathing in hot water.

So wait.

All these things I've been feeling about Helen,

they're not love?

- They could still be love. - No, no, no.

No, just like you said. It's a chemical reaction.

No, but it could be love.

It's not love! Thank God you told me now.

I could have spent the rest of my life stuck with one woman.

That's not what I want.

That's what you want.

You're right. It is.

But it's not just about finding someone who wants it too.

I need it to be someone who's...

just right for me.

Maybe those simple things aren't as simple as I thought.

[Jim] Now you want to blame me for this too?

[Ed] Are you gonna be stupid and irresponsible your whole life?

Fine, until you get my daughter sick,

and then I get involved!

- Dad-- - You want to get involved?

Stop it, both of you. Haven't you two had enough?

Okay, come on.

Come on. Sit and relax.

We need to figure out what's causing this fever.

Let's take a look at your rash.

[Ed] You happy, Captain?

You screwed yourself out of this house,

now you're gonna keep your niece from going to the Peace Corps?

No. I'm going to be fine. Right, Divya?

That's where you're going? The Peace Corps?

Tunisia.

So you recently had your physical,

where you were vaccinated.

Ah, I think I know what's causing all your symptoms.

It's called vaccinia.

It's from a virus used in certain vaccines.

In very few cases, it can cause a fever and a rash

that looks extremely similar to smallpox,

and in close quarters, it can be contagious.

Fortunately, it is temporary, and it is harmless.

So Mimi is going to be okay.

Yes. With proper rest and fluids, you all will.

And my stupidity didn't get anyone sick.

No. It was my stupidity.

I should have known better, 'cause after all this time,

I can't even make peace within my own family.

- Mr. Lawson. - Yeah.

I'm from shipping,

here to precheck the site for tonight's delivery.

The area will be closed to foot traffic?

Yes, it will.

And we'll have access through the main gate?

Of course, yes. We also tested the trailer restraints.

We replaced the snap rings and clips on the dock levelers,

and cleaned, filtered, and recalibrated all the hydraulics.

So, uh, we are-- we are 100% ready to go.

Excellent.

Oh, and you're aware of the new time?

Of course, midnight.

Precisely.

- Hey, Jim. - Hey.

I got your message. What's wrong?

My chest is hurting now, all the way down my arm.

- Okay. Let's sit down. - All right.

I...I just want to get out of here

after all that's gone on between Ed and me.

But I feel awful for getting Mimi caught between us.

I suppose pitting brother against brother

is as bad an idea now as it was 150 years ago.

Ah, hell.

It's not Ed's fault he made a ton of money

and I didn't.

Besides... [labored breathing]

I'm happier on the water.

This is his land now.

Better I just get out of his hair.

Okay.

Jim, chew this aspirin, please, and open your shirt for me.

Your pulse--it's erratic,

and your blood pressure is high.

It's possible that the vaccinia spread to your heart.

This nitropaste will open up your blood vessels

until we can get you to the--Jim.

Jim--okay.

Okay.

No pulse.

- 911. - Yes.

I have an acute myocardial infarction in progress

at the Harper estate.

Hang in there, Jim. Help is on the way.

Help is on the way.

.

- 911. - I'm calling again

from the Harper estate.

61-year-old male, AMI.

Been doing compressions for almost eight minutes.

[man] Our ambulance is stuck in traffic.

Please try to continue.

Divya, oh, my God.

Mimi, get my defibrillator from the car.

- It's in the trunk. - What happened?

- He's having a heart attack. - Well, what can I do?

You got to keep him alive.

Two hands. Quick, firm bursts,

just like this. Go.

Great.

All right. Stand back.

Defib--okay. Clear.

Nothing.

Increasing to 200.

He's not gonna die. You're not gonna let him die.

Clear.

[beeping]

Sinus rhythm--sinus rhythm.

There's a pulse.

It worked.

Hey. Hey, Jim.

You're gonna be okay.

- Ed? - Jim.

Oh, I'll get out of your way.

Dad.

Jim, listen, listen.

Next time you want to come home, just knock.

Yeah?

You want me to come back to the house?

It'd be a lot safer than having you out in the yard.

[sirens approaching]

[voice mail beeps on phone]

Boris,

so you know that contingency you said might happen?

Well, I think it might have happened, uh,

but I'm not sure.

I mean, something happened.

I don't know if it was the thing or just a thing,

so I thought I should call you just in case.

But now that I think about it, I probably

shouldn't be leaving this in a recorded message, so...

[recorded voice] Press one if you are satisfied with your message.

Press two to delete.

[beep] - Message deleted.

[upbeat pop music]

♪

Whoo!

♪

Paige?

Hey, Paige, slow down!

Wait up!

Hey, Paige.

Where's the f--

Is this where you ask me why I'm driving Paige's car?

Especially since you're supposed to be in Brazil.

I am in Brazil...

and soon, you will be too.

Get some clothes first.

I'm not sure why you keep coming here.

I'm not in the hospital because of you.

I've been down in the cath lab with a patient

who almost died today, because when he arrested,

I was alone with him and forced to do CPR on my own

because a gifted physician refuses to understand

that there are people out there who need him,

who love him,

and that he can't just retreat back into his shell...

[breathing hard] whenever he feels like it,

because that is not the way that life works.

- Are you all right? - Of course not!

I'm furious.

No, you're pale and tachypneic.

Before initiating CPR, did you use nitropaste?

It happened so quickly. I--

What do you mean?

He passed out onto me while--

while I was trying to apply it, and--

I think you should go to the ER.

I'm worried the nitropaste absorbed into your skin

and dilated your blood vessels.

Divya, Divya!

[gasps, breathes hard]

Divya.

.

[truck beeping]

[sirens blaring]

[man] We only have one suspect here! Get eyes on that exit!

[man] Stairway, take it.

Agent Gessner, Diplomatic Security.

We have information that a figure of international import

has been kidnapped and smuggled into the country.

Oh, that's--that's terrible.

This is just part of an MRI.

This is Mr. Xu, of the Chinese Ministry of Culture.

He has reason to believe you've been given bad information.

Pleasure to meet you.

You do understand the consequences

of withholding evidence from a federal officer?

Then open the crate.

Sure.

It's just an MRI.

Well, at least it arrived at midnight...

precisely.

How are you feeling?

Much better, thank you.

You should still go to the ER to be assessed.

I don't have to.

I had an excellent doctor.

I'm...experiencing a regression.

I know.

[gentle folk music]

♪

[sniffling]

♪

[knock at door]

Did all go as planned?

Just like you said, the MRI was a perfect decoy,

and sure enough, somebody was trailing it.

Then we have forced our enemy to show his hand.

Not only that. He ratted us out to the State Department,

so if he had any credibility before,

let's just say it's been severely tarnished.

I must tell you, I hired you because I thought it'd be easy

to keep you out of my way.

I am glad that has not been the case.

- Thank you? - No, thank you.

So is the patient...

In there, indeed.

- Really? - Come.

As it turns out,

you maintained our secrecy far better than I did.

Hank?

Hey.