All language subtitles for Royal.Pains.S07E06.1080p.WEB.h264-NiXON_track3_[eng]

- 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.