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- Previously
on "Royal Pains"...

- Can we get
a little help over here?

- Jen and Sam!

Sam seems like
such a great, happy kid,

I don't want to cause
collateral damage.

I don't wanna be my dad.

- Sam's actually
leaving next week

to spend the summer
in Idaho with his dad.

- Hi. Diana Underhill.
- Hank Lawson. Nice to meet you.

- I can't let anyone see me
dealing with a medical problem.

- Diana, I'm sorry
to tell you,

you may have to consider
a hysterectomy.

- Can I get it
all done at once?

- You mean do
the hysterectomy on the spot?

- I think I just wanna
get it over with

and get back to work.

I have a Senate seat
to win.

- Excuse me, we're looking
for Dr. Sacani.

Are we in the right place?

- Jeremiah, those patients
over there are waiting for you.

- Those aren't patients.
Those are my parents.

I don't know why they're here,
but I'll ask them to leave.

- Hospital server's down.
No one's getting emails.

[chimes]
I think this tech glitch

is getting worse.

You know that glitch?
It's not a technical problem.

- So then
what's the issue?

- We've been hacked.

[upbeat music]

♪

Thank you all
for convening so quickly.

All right,
as department heads,

I just wanna make sure
you're fully informed

about this recent data hack,
and here with an update

is our head of IT,
Lewis Nardhoffer. Lewis?

- Right, uh...

so we don't know
who did it,

but we're trying
to figure it out

using a single packet
IP traceback, only...

see, the router
storage intervals

are, like, crazy short,

so cross your fingers
that whoever it was

wasn't configured to forward

their DNS queries
though a proxy.

Of course, that's unlikely,

and their source fields
are probably spoofed anyway.

- Right. Got that?
Cross your fingers.

Thank you, Lewis.
- Yeah, no problem.

I should have more for you
by the end of the day.

- Okay, great.
Now...

until we know enough to address
the situation properly,

I don't want anyone
discussing it, okay?

With anyone. No one,
and that means...

everyone.
Okay? Am I clear?

- I think not.

- Boris! Uh, hello.
I wasn't expecting you.

- Yes.
[sighs]

You appear to have
a knack

for not expecting things,
Mr. Lawson.

I want a letter drafted
immediately

alerting anyone who may
have been affected by this--

our employees, vendors,
patients, etcetera.

Their personal information
has been compromised,

and it is essential
that they know that.

- The thing is, Boris,
we don't know that.

Do we?

- That is a syslog FTP
analysis question.

- Evan, the situation
is dire enough as it is.

Wouldn't you agree?

Concealing it or...

even the appearance
of concealing it

can only aggravate it
and me further.

Am I clear?

- Crystal.

- Come on, Rosie, come on.
Get the Frisbee.

- So is the coffee okay?

- Uh, yes.
Absolutely okay.

Oh, there's Divya.

So off we go,
and off you go.

Safe travels.
- Good morning!

- Good morning.
Can I offer you some breakfast?

- Oh, no, I'm fine.
Thank you.

Uh...did you two
stay out here last night?

- Sure did.
Rosie loves the beach

and with a sweet ride
like Bess here,

why bunk in with Jerry?

- Yeah, they call the RV Bess.
- And you Jerry.

- Are you sure I can't
get you something to eat?

You look like you're eating
for at least two.

- You are kind,
but, uh, no.

Jeremiah and I,
we've got to get going.

- Same with us.

Niagara Falls
isn't gonna see itself.

- So soon?
- Divya, we ride to live

and live to ride.

- But you just got here
last night.

And there is a HankMed
barbecue tonight.

I got extra buns.

- You know, if they're unopened,
you can return them.

- Don't be silly.
You're his parents.

You have to stay.
Don't they, Jerry?

- "They have to" seems
a little imperative.

But...

- I guess we could
stay another night.

- Good! Good. Then we'll
see you at the party.

- Great.
I'll bring a cheese ball.

- I'll bring her.
- Ha ha ha!

[laughter]

- All right, bye.

- Bye-bye.

Come on, Rosie.
Get the Frisbee.

Rose!

[upbeat music]

♪

- But I want to go.

- Because the HankMed cookout
sounds so fun to you?

- No, because pie.

- I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to cause a problem,

but it's totally casual, and
you guys are more than welcome.

- Please, Mom?

- Okay.
Because pie.

- Great.
Nice running into you,

and I'll see you later.

Pro tip--show up early
if you want more than one slice.

- Can we go with Hank?
- No, he has to go to work.

You have to go to camp.
- Hey, you wanna trade?

I'll go canoeing
and you can make house calls?

- Nah.
- Smart move.

Today looks like
it's gonna be pretty boring.

[woman screaming]

- Aah!

- Drop to the ground and roll
to put out the--

Or...yeah...that.

- Okay. You're not on fire
anymore.

- Oh...I hope
they got the shot.

That looked real, right?

- Yeah, I'd say
a little too real.

Are you--are you okay?

- Yeah. Mostly.

[upbeat music]

♪

.

[upbeat music]

♪

- I'm a doctor.
Your finger's dislocated.

What I need to do is...
that.

- It happens all the time.
- Pain amuses her.

Should have seen the face-plant
she took last week.

- Life of a stuntwoman.

- You're making a movie?
- Yeah, we're trying.

- Uh, sorry
to freak you out.

I'm Rachel Kepler.
This is my brother Doug

and our friend Scott.

- Hey.
- You're filming on a phone?

- On a phone
with an anamorphic lens,

a Steadicam
and Filmic Pro, yeah.

- Please don't ask him any more
about lenses, I beg you.

- So that's really how
it's being done now.

- You ever hear
of a movie called

"Curse of Shelter Island"?
- They made that on a phone?

- No, they never made it.

Our dad wrote it in 1970,
and he turned 70 this year,

so we're making it
as a gift for him.

- That's awesome.

- Rachel! Are you hurt?
Are you okay?

- I'm fine, Bree.

- [sighs]
Okay. good.

Also, I'm okay.

- Yeah, what's not okay

is you went
a little early, Rach.

- If I didn't have to wear
those stupid contacts...

- Well, you do, I'm sorry.
You guys have to match.

We're gonna have to
light you up again.

Hope there's enough
protective gel.

- You hope?
- Come on, Bree.

- So how long have you
been a stunt person?

- Professionally,
the last five years,

but really,
my whole life.

I'm a dedicated
adrenaline junkie.

- I'm familiar with the impulse.
I used to be an ER doctor.

- Oh, yeah?
What happened?

- I settled down
and became a concierge doctor.

Now I make house calls.
- Oh, I'm so sorry.

- Oh, no, don't be.
I'm much happier this way.

- Guess that would never
be me.

I like to skate as close
to the edge as I can get.

- Uh, you guys
don't happen to have

any medical support staff
on this, do you?

- We have a dermatologist
friend who lets us text him.

- Good news, Rach.
Got enough gel for one more.

- Oh, okay, great.

- Uh, listen, I hope
we don't need to meet again,

but just in case.
- Okay, thanks.

- Yeah.

- So, uh...three things,
actually.

First, here's a draft
of the letter you asked for

disclosing the data hack.

Second, Lewis tells me
the hackers were in our system

for about three hours.

He thinks it could be
state-sponsored,

in which case we'd have to
bring in the FBI.

Unless you'd like to
do that now.

- And the third thing?

- The third thing
is an apology.

I let you down.

More importantly,
I let the hospital down.

So, uh...I'm sorry.

But I'm here
to make it right.

- You're offering to resign.

- [laughs] What?
No, I--no.

I mean, I...wasn't,
unless...I am.

Is that what you're
saying I should do?

- Absolutely not.
- Oh! Well... [laughs]

Wow. Thank you.
Great, I mean, I...

- Volunteering
for the guillotine

is a craven gesture.

If your head needs to roll,

I will be the one
to drop the blade.

- Got it.

- You sure you're okay
to drive?

- I'm pregnant,
not drunk!

- Hormones can also
impair one's judgment.

But you seem fine.

- So...why don't you
want your parents to stay?

- Oh, this is just a stop-off
on their park tour.

They're not really
here to see me.

- Of course they are.

And...you ought to
spend time with them.

Before they're gone.
- Oh, that's years away.

Barring accidents.

You meant gone
on their park tour.

- I did.
- [clears throat]

We've never really
been close,

even when I was little.

That's why
they have dogs.

- I'm sorry,
I-I don't follow.

- Well, growing up,
I found...

hugging and touching
overwhelming.

I-I knew they
wanted that from me,

but, um, I couldn't
give it to them,

so when I turned five,
they got their first dog.

Buddy. Part Lab, part Shepherd.
Very affectionate.

Probably the best
available solution.

- Jeremiah, I'm sure
that's not true.

- Why?

- American businesswoman

and political candidate
Diana Underhill

is the latest high-profile
victim of a hacking incident,

this one
at a New York area hospital.

The news of her endometriosis
was revealed

after an unknown perpetrator

was able to gain access
to hospital computers.

[knocking]
- Yes?

Mr. Lawson.

Thank you.
So kind of you to visit.

- Uh, yes, I wish it
were just for that.

Uh, Ms. Underhill,
I just wanted to apologize

to you personally
for this hacking incident.

I assure you we're doing
everything we can

to seal the leak
and repair the damage,

and I just wanted you
to hear it from me.

- Well, I appreciate that.
I do,

but as you can see,
the damage has been done.

- Safely from her diagnosis...

- Well, this is just
one show, right?

- This once proud...
- Political hopeful Diana...

- Well, that--
- New York Senate candidate...

- Again, I am so...
so sorry.

- [chuckles]

On the bright side,
Mr. Lawson,

now I have a few more
campaign issues

to which I intend
to speak personally

like privacy,
cyber security,

how our health care system
is being run by

marginally competent
bureaucrats.

- That doesn't include me,
right?

[both chuckling]

- I need to address this,
Mr. Lawson,

and you and your hospital
need to be held accountable.

- Right, but...
can you address it

in general terms, like...

without the human sacrifice?

I could.

But you know,
America loves a good story.

Especially one with a hero
and a villain.

And in this one, Mr. Lawson,

I'm afraid
you are the villain.

- Huh.

.

[upbeat music]

♪

- First Boris
tears you a new one,

then Diana Underhill.

It's a good thing
you work in a hospital.

- Yeah. Maybe I can find
you an empathy donor.

- [chuckles]
Hey, you hear from Dad?

- Nope. You?

- Nope. Not me, not you,
not Newberg.

Not even his book editor.

- I can't even
comprehend it.

How does a guy just
walk out on people like that?

- Practice.

- This is different, though.
- How?

- Because I genuinely
thought he'd changed.

Like...I don't even
wanna find him, Henry.

I feel like
I'm done with him.

- And I feel like
that's easier said than done.

So what's with Boris
threatening to fire you?

It's not like you hacked
into the hospital computers

and stole everyone's
information.

- Could you keep it down
just a little bit? Thanks.

I don't know--
it happened on my watch.

It's on me.
What am I gonna do?

Wallow in a Barcalounger

watching "Jerry Springer"
reruns all day?

Kinda like you back
in Brooklyn, actually.

- Yeah, I remember.

I tell you what
I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna talk to Boris
about this for you.

- What are--
no, you won't.

I'm not seven, Henry.

This is not
a school playground.

I can battle a cybercriminal,
a billionaire,

and a Senator on my own.
- Okay, simmer down, "Avengers."

I'm just trying to help.
- Well, I don't want your help.

I'm an adult.
- Oh, well excuse me for caring.

- Well, maybe try
caring less.

- You know, at the moment,
I'm not sure I could care less.

- Oh, that's--
[laughs] That's real good.

It's rich.
Real rich.

[elevator bell dings]

See you at the barbecue.
- Yeah, can't wait.

- And don't forget
to bring chips!

This is my floor--
no, no--

♪

- So...now we are
not only married,

but we have my daughter
and his twins,

and another boy or girl
on the way.

Which, of course,
is the perfect time

for me to be starting
medical school.

- [laughing]

- I am so sorry.

I don't know why
I just told you all of that.

- Oh, I have that effect
on people--it's my gift.

Sometimes my burden,
but...

it's my calling
and it gives my life purpose.

- Oh, so you're a--
- Hairdresser.

- [chuckles]

You and your son

could not be more
different.

- I know.

Well...

that quiet distance
he keeps...

Chuck made his peace
with it long ago,

long before we even knew
that there was a...

spectrum that, uh,
Jerry might be on.

But, you know, they can
always talk about

the weather or...

a ballgame
or traffic even.

You know men.
[chuckles]

But a mother needs
a little bit more,

needs to know she's...
needed.

Needs to know she's loved.

Needs to know
she might have done

something right.

But, uh, you know, I...

I've never gotten that
from Jerry,

and I don't imagine
that I ever will.

- He may be more capable
than you think.

When we were roommates...

- Roommates?

Well, I'm finding more
about his life from you

than I ever have from him.
[laughs]

- I know...that it can be
hard to connect.

But you can't give up.

- Oh, I won't, I won't.
I just...

- What?

- I don't know, maybe I have
given up a little bit.

Maybe I need to make
my peace with it.

- You do not strike me
as a surrendering type.

- I'm not.

But you know,
after all these years...

I'm a little defeated.

[melancholy music]

♪

- Rehearsing!

- [inhales sharply]

- It's bad, isn't it?

- Well, it's not good,
but it's--

- I knew it!
First Rachel, now me.

You know what this is,
don't you?

- I actu--
- It's the curse

of "The Curse
of Shelter Island."

- It's the what
of the what now?

- Rachel and Doug
didn't tell you,

but the reason their dad's
movie never got made

is because it was cursed.

The director disappeared.

The lead actor was in some
mysterious car accident.

And the business manager
for the agent

who represented the actress
who played my role

died of scabies.
- Scabies isn't fatal.

- That's how bad the curse is.
It was disaster upon disaster

until the studio
had to shut it down.

So what do I have?

Hepatitis? Meningitis?
Leprosy?

- No. Just a slight case
of self-fulfilling prophecy.

- What?

- Stress weakens
your immune system.

A weak immune system
can allow

a dormant chicken pox
virus to reawaken.

I think your stress about
the curse is what caused this.

This being shingles.
You have shingles.

- So...I'm sick

because I was stressing
about being sick?

- Hence my diagnosis
of self-fulfilling prophecy,

which also isn't fatal.

- So there's no curse.

- No curse.

- You're sure
it's just shingles?

- Positive. But you can text
your dermatologist friend

if you like,
or I can just go ahead

and prescribe you
some Valtrex, which is--

- I know what it is.
Show business.

- Right.

- Whoa!

That was really good.

- That wasn't
supposed to happen.

- Rachel!

Rachel!

Rachel,
hey, are you okay?

- [gasps, coughs]

I don't know.

I think I passed out
for a second.

- Did you pass out
during that fire stunt too?

Is that maybe why
you went early?

- Maybe.

- Okay, listen to me.

Skating close to the edge
is one thing,

but passing out twice
for no reason is another.

I'm taking you
to the hospital.

- Still think
there's no curse?

[upbeat music]

♪

- Looks normal.

Well, your EEG
looks normal.

- So what's going on
then?

- Can't say for sure
until your blood work's back,

but I'm concerned
about seizures.

Although you say
this hasn't happened

outside these two instances.
- No. Never.

- Okay.

What about that face-plant
your brother mentioned?

- That was different.

I remember that whole thing
from start to finish.

- Right. All right,
I want to do an ambulatory EEG.

So you'll keep
the cap on,

but I'll attach it
to a portable monitor

you'll carry with you
for 24 hours.

- Okay, that's fine,

but I can't do it
till after the last stunt.

- Rachel, listen to me.
Sometimes your body

has ways of telling you
it's time to ease up

on the adrenaline.

- And sometimes
that's a story you tell yourself

to justify your circumstances.

- [laughs]
You talking about me?

- Look, adrenaline junkies
don't just settle down, Hank.

That crazy rush we get
from wondering

"Am I gonna make it
through this?"

That's what makes us
feel alive.

Isn't there a part of you
that misses that?

- Sure, sure, sometimes,

but let's deal with you first.
You can't do the stunt.

- And you can say that,
but I'm doing the stunt.

- Rachel, I'm telling you--
- Look...

this is really
important to me

and my dad and my brother.

So unless you put me
in a straitjacket--

which actually wouldn't work,

'cause I know
how to get out of one--

I'm doing the stunt.

- All right.
Then I'm coming with you.

♪

[pop music in background]

- Oh, good.

- Hi.

♪

- So if you press the tip
of your middle finger

to the tip of your thumb,

that fleshy area
right under your thumb

is what medium-rare
feels like.

- Yeah.
- And that one's yours now,

right?
- Ha. Right. Yes.

- Leave it to a doctor

to make grilling
a teachable moment.

- What can I say?
Science is everywhere.

Hey, you wanna practice
your curve ball tomorrow?

- Can't. I'm going
to visit my dad, remember?

- Ah, right. Idaho.

- I'm gonna get
another soda.

- Okay.
- Um...

- How's your curve ball?

- It's not so good.

Which is actually why
I was thinking

more along the lines
of, um...dinner.

Maybe like a real
grown-up dinner?

- Grown-up, huh?
Does that mean

we couldn't get crayons
to color on our menus?

- Oh, no, we would
get crayons.

- Okay, I'm in.
- Okay.

- I am so glad you like
my cheese ball, Divya.

- Like it?
I cannot stop eating it.

- [laughs]
- Jeremiah.

Did your mom always
cook like this?

- Yes, food was often
molded into shapes.

Balls, rings, bars.

Logs. Loaves. Squares.

Cups. Domes.
Triangles.

- Towers.

- A tower's a structure,
not a shape.

Wedges.
- Hey, Jeremiah,

um...why don't you
tell your parents

what you're working on.

- Oh, i-it's rather technical.

- Try us.
We might surprise you.

- Well, there are these
things called virusomes.

which are...unilamellar
phospholipid vesicles

incorporating virus-derived
but non-infectious proteins

that facilitate the delivery
of a drug or a vaccine.

I'm attempting to engineer
a new kind of virosome.

- Well...

that's very
interesting.

- I hear it's supposed
to rain next week.

- Uh, Dr. Lawson?

Hi.
- Hi.

- What in the name
of sweet Jesus are these?

- They're chips,
per your demand.

- They are tortilla chips.

They are generic
tortilla chips.

They are so generic, Henry,

they don't even list
ingredients--nothing!

It's mean.
Paige thinks so too, by the way.

- Oh, she's on now
because of the chips?

That's ridiculous.
- He says you're ridiculous.

- No, I did not.
I said you're ridiculous.

- Why would you buy
generic chips?

- Everyone's happy--
- They're tortilla chips!

- Hey, hey, guys, easy.
- Oh, my God.

- Save it for Thanksgiving.

- I have mustards
to organize.

- [scoffs] Oh...
what is it with families?

- I know--you try to help,
and they get all insulted.

- You try to help,

and you might as well
be invisible.

- Whose family
are you talking about?

- Well, Jeremiah's.

They want to connect so badly,
but they don't know how.

I'm trying to facilitate,
but it's not going so well.

- Well, be careful.
Families can be like magnets.

The more you try to
push them together,

the more they slide apart.

- Unless you turn them
around.

- Hmm.

- Hi. I'm Barb.
I'm Jerry's mom.

- How do you do?

Boris Kuester
von Jurgens-Ratenicz.

- Hey, there.
Chuck Sacani.

Sacani Motors?
What do you drive?

- I, uh...don't.

- Boris,
what a nice surprise.

Excuse us.
- Pleasure.

- This thing over...

Yeah. Evan.
- Ah.

- Oh.
- For you, gentlemen.

- Oh, nice.

"1982 Calon Suger."

- Ségur. Yes.

It...risks overwhelming
the hamburger sandwiches,

but it will be worth it.

- I'm just glad it's not
a giant metaphorical axe.

- No. I was...
overly severe with you earlier.

My apologies.
- Thank you, Boris.

You were upset
and with good reason.

- Yeah, multiple reasons.

Some pertaining
to my pharmaceutical company,

but primarily because I was
forced to delay my trip

to see Marisa
and Carlos.

- Totally understood.
Happy you came.

I'm gonna go pop
this guy open.

- Good.

- So you've been
missing your family.

- Yeah. Very much so.

Particularly because...

Carlos is about to receive
his first treatment

of our new pediatric
drug protocol.

- Pediatric drug...
for what?

- [sighs]
My family's disease.

He has the marker too,
Hank.

.

[upbeat music]

♪

- Hey, man, sorry
it's taking so long,

but I finally
have some news.

- Good or bad?

- Uh...both?

[knock on door]

- Hi.

We need to talk.

- My attorneys will be
glad to speak with you.

- You leaked
your own medical record.

- What?

- I just found out that none
of our patients' medical records

were copied or even opened,
for that matter.

Yet somehow, right after
you found out about the hack,

your information
was mysteriously...

everywhere.

Because you...

wanted it that way.

- That's absurd.
- [chuckles]

Is it, though?

You're on every channel.

You've got three new issues

to which you can now
speak personally,

including an illness

that makes people feel
sympathy towards you.

[sighs]

It was a shrewd move,
Ms. Underhill.

It was--[laughs]
It was very shrewd.

- What do you want,
Mr. Lawson?

- Well, you know,
Ms. Underhill,

America loves a good story,

especially one
with a hero and a villain,

but you know what I think
they're gonna love even more?

A story with...two heroes.

Oh...

Thank you for trusting us
with your care.

- I already said
good-bye to them once

and then again
at the cookout.

It doesn't make sense
to say it a third time.

- It's your family.
It's not supposed to make sense.

It's just what you do.

- They're not home.

- This is their car.
They have to be somewhere close.

- Hello! Somebody! Anybody!

Hello?
- Mom?

- Oh, Jerry, hi!
Oh, good, come quick.

Come quick.
Something's wrong with Rosie.

She started to throw up,
and now she won't move.

- I'm not a vet.

- "First do no harm."
I know the rules.

We own every episode
of "Diagnosis: Murder!"

[calm music]

♪

- Hello, I'm Dr. Sacani.

I'm gonna palpate
your abdomen now.

Your dog isn't sick.
She's in labor.

- That's impossible.
She was fixed at the shelter

before we even got her.
We paid a fee!

- Then you should
get a refund.

- Is she gonna be
okay?

- I don't know.
Maybe an ultrasound would help.

- Okay, I'll run
and get it from the car.

- How far are you parked?

[upbeat music]

♪

- [sighs]
She's okay to do this, right?

- Oh, I'd rather she didn't,

but I haven't been able
to convince her not to.

And medically,
she does check out.

So what's gonna
happen here?

Car's gonna come screaming
down the driveway,

across the lawn,
down the ramp,

into the water,
burst into flames.

- Why does it burst
into flames

if it's in the water?

- Because the possessed
can telekinetically

manipulate things
on a molecular level.

- Ah. Okay.
- It's set up in act one.

Speaking of the possessed,
got the contacts in?

Nice. I wanna go to you
as soon as we get this.

- No matter how many times
I see those things,

they still creep me out.

- That's the idea.

Rachel hates them.
She's fine blowing herself up,

but touch her eyeball,
she freaks out.

- Huh. Can I see
one of those?

- Sure.
- Thanks.

- Okay, let's roll.

- These are hard lenses.

Does Rachel put these in
right before she does a stunt?

- As last-minute
as she can.

- When I said, "Let's roll,"
I didn't mean it literally.

Why is she going so slow?

- Because of these.
Rachel!

Rachel!

Rachel, are you okay?

I can't feel a pulse.

.

- She's severely bradycardic.
Her pulse is so low,

it's barely even there.
She needs Atropine.

[tense music]

♪

She's not responding.

I'm gonna externally
pace her.

♪

I'm afraid this is going to
hurt quite a bit.

- Well, pain amuses her,
remember?

- Yeah, well, lucky her.

[beeps]
[low whine]

- [grunts]

Ah!

[breathing hard]

- It happened again.
Why?

- First, let's get these out.

Okay.

Now, any pain

here...here...

- Ow! Yeah, that's from
my face-plant last week.

- Okay.
So is all your fainting.

- What?

- That face-plant
resulted in a fracture

that trapped
your trigeminal nerve,

so now when you put pressure
on your eyeball,

it's creating
an oculocardiac reflex,

dropping your heart rate.

- So when I put
my contacts in,

it slowed my heart down?

- Yeah. And this time,
it almost didn't speed up again.

- Can you untrap the nerve?

- In the hospital, yeah.

It's actually a pretty
simple procedure.

- So we can finish
the movie?

- Yeah, but not today.

- We'll get back to it
once you're fixed.

- You're like
our good luck charm.

- Well, I don't know
about that,

but I do think you guys

ought to put this whole
curse business to bed.

There is no such thing.

That's on me.
Didn't put it in park.

- She's having trouble
delivering the initial puppy

because of its abnormal
presentation--it's tail first.

- It's called
dystocia.

- She should go to a vet.

- Or maybe you can manipulate
the puppies digitally.

- Everything's
digital now.

- She means using my fingers.
But I would need you

to kneel down
and hold the ultrasound,

which seems unlikely,
in light of...

your girth.

- I-I'm totally
capable of bending over.

Okay, fine.
It's not happening.

It's all right.
I got it.

I can do it.
- Uh...

- I can do this.
Give it to me.

- All right, um...
- Give it to me.

- Hold that
right against the abdomen.

- Okay.
- That's it.

- What's that stuff for?

- It's to help guide the puppy
out of the vaginal vault.

- Oh, my.

- I just need to open
the amniotic sack

and cut the umbilical cord.

- It's a miracle!

- It's really more biology.

- No.

I mean you.

- Okay.
- Oh, look at that.

Just look at that.

Aw...
- Ha ha!

Here, let me have him.

[puppy whimpers]

Ah, there you go,
little guy.

Hey.

- Oh. Here we go.

- Oh, another one!

- Look at us.
- [giggles]

- Out to dinner.
- I know, right?

God, it feels like
this has been building

since I don't know when.

- End of last summer.
Not that I'm counting.

- [laughs] Well, I'm sure
it will be worth the wait.

- Definitely.

And, hey, you know
what else is worth the wait?

The grilled artichokes
with the lemon aioli.

Mmm!
- Yeah...

- Oh.
You--you're not a fan.

- It's just all that work
to scrape a bunch of green goo

onto the backs of your teeth--
not for me!

- Okay!

- But you should get it.
- No!

We can get something else.
- But you want it.

- Yeah, but I wouldn't be
able to finish it on my own.

- Go on, get it.
Don't listen to me.

- I--no, listen,
I don't need it.

We'll do something else.

- Okay.
- Okay.

So Sam's in Idaho.

- Yeah!
Yeah, he loves it there.

The hunting, the fishing,
horses, rallies.

- Rallies?
- Yeah, like road rallies.

ATVs, four-by-fours,
that kinda thing.

- Oh, oh.

Whew!
[laughs]

- Why, what kind of rallies
were you thinking?

- Well...it is Idaho.

- So you thought
I sent Sam

to some kind of
separatist compound?

- No. No, of course not.

- Okay. Good.

- Yeah, no.
Never.

But, you know...
Idaho.

- Let's just not talk
about Sam or Idaho.

- Right. Of course.
New topic.

To us.

- It's bad luck
to toast with water.

- Yeah, I know, but you
don't really believe--

Okay.

- So, um...

You gonna get
the artichoke?

- I think I am, yeah.

[upbeat music]

♪

- You really still
don't want to know.

- You're the one
who didn't want to know.

- I know.
I didn't want to know.

But I want to know
what you want,

independent
of what I want.

- The truth is,
I hadn't looked at it that way.

I was just, uh...

deferring to you,
I guess.

- Raj...

I love how comforting
and supportive you've been

about everything,

but for two people
who've known each other

a lifetime,
we've somehow ended up

in a whirlwind romance.

- Falling in love,
getting engaged,

getting married,

and getting pregnant,
all in a year.

- Mm. Ha ha.

We've made some
big decisions, right?

Decisions that would
scare most people.

But I guess what's
kept them from scaring me

is knowing that we've been
making them together.

- Okay.
I do want to know.

- Really?
- I just can't win!

Please, God,
let it be a boy.

[laughs]

- Ms. Katdare?

The doctor's ready for you.
- All right.

- Come on, honey.

- Furthermore, I would like to commend

the excellent care

that I have received here from the doctors

and the nurses and the staff at Hamptons Heritage.

You know, I gotta say, it is private hospitals like this

that set an example of just what can be accomplished

without government mandates and interference.

Thank you all so very much. I gotta get going.

- Sorry, but I didn't
want to interrupt.

But then I thought I should.
But then I--well--

- Evan.
- Yeah.

- Get on with it.
- Right.

So, uh, Lewis finished
his investigation into the hack.

- Yeah? And?

How many were affected?

- Well, that's the thing.

He says it was not
a massive data grab

like we assumed,
but they were clearly after

only one patient record.

- Yeah?
- Yours.

- I see.

.

[upbeat music]

♪

- I don't know what
we would have done

without you.

- You would have
taken her to a vet.

- Bang-up job, Jerry.

Especially for a guy
who doesn't like dogs.

We learned that when we
got Buddy for him

when he was five.

- Uh, you got Buddy for you,
not for me.

- What are you talking?

Why would we get
a dog for us?

- Because...the dog
is capable of giving

physical affection,
and I wasn't.

- No, Jerry, we got
Buddy for you

so you wouldn't be
alone.

- But I wasn't alone.
I had you.

- Yeah, sure,
but you didn't have...you know,

other kids.

- Y-you got Buddy
so that I would have...a friend?

- Yeah. We thought
it would help.

- I just--I...
didn't realize.

all this time,
I got it backward

and blamed the entire
canine species.

- Well, one of these puppies
could be yours if you want.

- Which one?
- Whichever.

- You know...

if you are gonna
take one of the puppies,

you'll have to
come up with a name.

- Mandelbrot.

- No, no, not just
any name.

You want a name for a dog.

- Yes. Mandelbrot.

- [laughs]

It's beautiful.

- I thought
you'd given up on me.

- No, Jerry.

Not then.

Not ever.

[happy music]

♪

- Way to go, Doc.

♪

- Yeah, I figured
it was a long shot,

but you are his daughter.

So don't be surprised if he
suddenly shows up on campus.

Okay. Do your homework.

Don't leave those term
papers to the last min--

Okay. I'll shut up now.

Bye, Emma.

- [whistling]

♪

- Hello!

Hey.
- Hi!

- What are you doing here?

- Uh, nothing, just some,
you know, files

and HankMed stuff.
What are you doing here?

- I live here.
- That's a fair point.

How was your date?

- It had its high points,

which were sadly close
to its low points.

- Oh. Sorry to hear that.

- Yeah. We put off
getting to know each other

for so long--
first because of her issues,

then because of mine--

that I assumed those would
be our only issues.

Only...they weren't.

- Hmm.
- Hey, there's some

leftover artichokes if you
want--they're really good.

- Sure. Yeah. Who doesn't
love leftover artichokes?

- [laughs]

[sighs]

- Don't worry about
your date.

Onward and upward,
right?

- Yeah, yeah.
Onward and upward.

Hey, listen...

I didn't mean to treat you
like a kid yesterday.

It's just with Dad suddenly
disappearing the way he did,

I don't know...
maybe it was reflex

because no matter
how old you get,

I think there will
always be a part of me

that needs to protect
my little brother.

- Full disclosure?

Part of me doesn't
always mind that.

Especially with a dad
as undependable as ours.

- Right.

Is that...
your laundry?

- We don't have a washer
or dryer yet.

- So you've been
sneaking it in here?

- Well, you found me,
so technically,

it's not really sneaking
anymore.

- Boris.
- Gentlemen.

Evan, I thought
you'd be at the hospital.

- I was, and I--
and I will be.

Just, uh...
- He's just doing laundry.

- Yeah.
- Ah.

How...modern.

- So I'll just
get to it then.

- All right, see you later.
- Okay. See you later.

- Hank...

- Boris, I don't mean
to pry,

but Carlos...what treatment
is he undergoing,

and under whose supervision
and for how long?

- All good questions,

best answered in person,
perhaps?

I'm off to see him
in the morning.

If you were able
to join me, I--

- Yeah, of course.
Consider it done.

- Yeah? Excellent.
Thank you.

Perhaps at the same time
I can also address

this recent
hacking incident.

- Yeah. So...

Where is Carlos?

- Hong Kong.