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So this is where our son works.

- Uh-huh. - A place of healing and mercy.

Emergency.

Oh, we're so proud of you, Victor.

We are, huh?

What was the color of my security blanket?

Blue.

And white checks.

Damn.

Exact time of birth?

7.33 A.M., which makes you a Libra with Leo rising.

First French kiss?

Carolyn Stolper, front seat of Teresa's Oldsmobile Vista Cruiser.

With or without braces?

Her with, you without.

How can you possibly know about Carolyn?

Well, our intelligence is excellent.

Okay, so you've done your research.

Research, probably tortured out of Aunt Therese.

I tried calling her to confirm your story.

Good idea.

She give us a seal of approval?

Phone's disconnected.

Ditto my brother and sister.

What have you done with them?

Who sent you?

Oh, don't get hysterical.

Why not accept us as your mom and dad?

Oh, yeah.

Where have you been all these years?

Sorry, we're not at Liberty to say.

Oh, that's convenient.

Not at Liberty to say about the big things.

Little things braces the old and build, you know, not at Liberty to say good.

I I told you you wouldn't believe us.

He will.

You know, Holger, Victor does take after you.

Same look in the eye, same blonde hair, same suspicious nature.

She has red hair.

Yeah, no, used to be blonde.

Our son, the surgeon.

Oh, we're so lucky, Lex.

Yeah, Lex, Holger, you sound so foreign.

Do people have green cards?

I feel like I'm having brain dialysis.

How long is this feasibility study going to take to complete?

Late.

Originally, I told the trustees a couple of days, but now that I'm here...

Hey, Fiscus, how are you feeling?

Sore, scourge is like crazy.

How's the class at UMass?

Oh, fine, except for non-major's math.

Here, look at this front.

152 businessmen are in line to be audited by the IRS, and twice as many of them are

wearing blue suits as gray, but only one-third as many are wearing magenta as blue.

How many of them are wearing magenta?

Well, I know what kind of business A businessman wears a magenta suit and he don't pay taxes.

We need more facts.

Two-piece or vests?

Are we talking polyester, wool, or blends?

I don't understand.

How is solving this going to help me become a better physician's assistant?

It teaches you the importance of accessories.

I'd look into some red and black Pantels.

Luther.

Yes, they are, aren't they?

Late.

Yes, I am.

Came straight from class.

I see Mr. Reed's still not improving.

You can read a chart.

Good for you.

He's checking his vitals every half hour.

Didn't your shift start two minutes ago?

Yes.

Planning on scrubbing bedpans and school dust?

Got my clothes right here.

Oh, Luther, you're looking sharp.

I hope that pocket holster comes back in style.

Salt on your cantaloupe?

Are you just glad to see me?

Out of season.

Floppy cantaloupe perks them up.

Surprising, though.

I mean, heart surgeon, sodium.

Custodian.

Oh, this coffee is so delicious.

Scrumptious.

I prefer mine with mocha mix.

You sound so sullen with a mouthful of melon, dear.

I think that's what I miss most.

Real coffee with half and half.

Missed most?

When we were away.

And cantaloupe.

Oh, dream on.

It was mangoes, mangoes, more mangoes, and occasional papaya.

You look tired, dear.

Don't mother me.

You aren't my parents.

I'm an orphan.

I've been an orphan most of my life, and then, ta-da, you show up last night.

What better time to find out you have parents than after winning the Oliver Twist Award as Orphan of the Year?

Yes.

I'm late for rounds.

Meet me at the elevators.

I'll just bust these.

In.

Addition to lower quadrant tenderness, the patient is febrile with an elevated white cell count.

Course of treatment history shows allergy to penicillin will begin a regimen of

genomycin and continue to monitor cbc stay here I'll be right back after rounds I

don't mean to be a churl but cool the kudos okay well I think it's wonderful you

found your parents they found me what if they're not mine just that what if they're

imposters you know running some bizarre scam after my inheritance if they're not

your parents there won't be an inheritance next case yes sir Here, next case.

All right, uh, Renatia, Gerald, male, 45, meat packer, intermittently febrile, probably brucellosis.

Not probably, definitely.

Good.

Not Renatia.

Potter, you lunkhead.

Axelrod presented that case 20 minutes ago.

I'm sorry, sir, I'm still in over the shock of last night's revelations.

Well, learn to leave the melodrama at home, and get here on time.

Rounds are over, ladies and gentlemen.

Grow up, Ehrlich.

Victor!

Director.

Looks like I'm the senior resident today.

So what's on the agenda, big guy?

We frosh scrubs look forward to some pithy insights from you.

Look, I know how tough it is being a first year resident.

Everybody trying to show you how much you don't know.

I'm different.

We're all in this together.

I want your input.

I'm easy, so chime right in there.

Sounds great to me.

What are we waiting for?

Let's roll.

Paulette, meet Larry Darnell.

He's making a financial assessment of St. Eligius.

Dr. Kiem is director director of medical education.

Nice to meet you.

My pleasure.

I'll be seeing you shortly because I'm going to be speaking to all the department

heads about the hows and whys of cost efficiency.

Routine inspection?

No.

The board is conducting a feasibility study to determine if St. Eligius can go on operating efficiently.

What's the alternative?

Tighten the budget or close the doors.

You are not brain damaged, just brain different.

Okay.

Okay oh no Kevin is coming to town this evening oh good lucky you could get away

his weekend is Thursday and Friday once a Sunday op-ed goes to bed he's free you

know I've heard that uh a commuter marriage keeps the relationship fresh a

little too fresh married 21 years and now I feel obligated to entertain Kevin every

time he comes and visit tonight we go to the symphony tomorrow we go to the bruins patients.

Big time in Beantown.

Kevin's a hockey fan.

I am.

Not a lot of ice skating in Vietnam.

Hockey, c'est très exotique.

Until someone creases your skull with a puck.

This arrangement has been tough on both of us.

You get used to living alone.

Then this stranger shows up and says, where's my striped sweater?

Why did you rearrange a silverware drawer?

By the time the two of us get to be Be comfortable.

One of us is back on the shuttle.

Well, you save your energy for Kevin, and you get out of here as soon as you can tonight.

Work is easy, darling.

Fun is hard.

Huh?

How did you... Don't you knock?

Forgive us.

We're out of practice.

Been years since we've knocked.

I had a reason to.

Who the hell are you?

Victor Ehrlich's parents.

Oh, so you do exist.

I thought maybe the whole business was a figment of Ehrlich's febrile imagination.

Well, sit down.

Oh, thank you.

We need your help.

Talk to our son.

He looks up to you, figuratively.

You're his idol, his Bell and Dulles.

Dulles, I don't follow you.

He doesn't believe we're his parents.

You see, there's a lot we can't tell him.

Where we've been.

Or what we've been doing.

So naturally, Bernie's skeptical.

Bernie?

Oh, yes, that's Victor's real name, Bernie.

Had to change it when he was a baby, for his own protection.

I can see why.

Look, uh, Mr. and Mrs., uh... Oh, Saransky.

I don't know what your story is, but I suggest you spill the beans to your boy.

He's been more useless than usual today, and I would like to squelch this soap opera in the opening Aria.

Maybe Dr. Craig's right.

Bernie is very upset.

Set.

Trust me, if Ehrlich gets to hyperventilating about something,

he can suck the oxygen right out of a room.

We'll have to get clearance.

Obviously, you're ridden with guilt, abandoning your kids without so much as a Christmas card for 20 years.

So do as I suggest and make a clean breast of it.

Holy life, we're that simple.

Dr. Craig, could I see you alone for a minute?

Would you mind?

No, no, of course, darling.

Pleasure, Dr. Craig.

Ah, well, you see, doctor, the thing is, um, I have this burning sensation every time I urinate.

What do you think that could be?

Scarlett was pretty, and she knew it.

She would have Ashley for her own before the day was over.

Mr. and Mrs. Klein, I'm sorry, I don't want to interrupt.

No, no, no problem.

Oh, Harry, always reads to me.

In 52 years of marriage, we've read... Over a thousand books.

Gone with the wind.

It's a wonderful novel, but it's too long.

We'll never finish.

Oh, Anita, stop.

We will sew.

And War and Peace, too.

Well, War and Peace, we aced on our honeymoon.

Now we're going to start Winds of War in all three volumes.

Harry, he reads to me while I do the housework.

It's his way of ducking the chores, but I don't mind.

I do the reading so that you don't strain your beautiful Hazel eyes.

When I'm gone, I hope he finds another listener as good as me.

24 maybe, and blonde?

On.

Oh, Anita, will you stop teasing?

Don't you even think about leaving me.

Where you and I are attached, it's a vital organ.

Dr. Kim, are you married?

Yes, every weekend.

So, are you going to join us?

No, I don't think so.

Lucy, please, I don't want to have a meeting of the mind solamente.

Parents and paella, no thanks.

Too many shells to crack.

I don't have the energy.

I don't blame you.

What are they like?

Strange, secretive, wandering all over the hospital.

Took me two hours to track them down.

I finally found them taking pictures of the magnetic resonance scanner with their wristwatches.

I asked them what they're doing.

They said they like to relax with clandestine photography.

Come on.

They're just playing tourist.

No, I don't think they're the real thing.

Oh, and you're the real inspector, how?

Precisely.

I need more evidence.

What could anybody possibly gain by claiming to be your mom and dad?

Lifetime of free consultations.

But seriously, Oh, you got a package.

Bingo!

Had the zap to me.

My best friend Dogger works at the archives in Sacramento.

Asked them to send me whatever they had of my parents, my real parents.

What are they?

Lewis and Helen Ehrlich.

Okay, death certificate.

So far, so good.

Traffic accident.

This is all according to Hoyle.

I'm telling you, my real parents are dead.

Head, okay, ah, California driver's licenses, pre-snapshot era, okay,

ooh, passports, uh-oh, Leck.

And Holga, alive and well.

Mrs. Lopez has a fever of 102.

Well, she's run down, exhausted.

She had a baby two months ago, her second in two years.

She could have bacterial pneumonia.

I think we should be aggressive and pump her or full of broad-spectrum antibiotics?

Pneumonia, maybe.

Her lungs are full of bronchi.

Antibiotics are overkill.

We shouldn't swamp her with mycins till we get the cultures back from the lab.

Let's give her a saline IV and try and bring her fever down with aspirin.

Hmm.

Do you think?

Elliot, when I was a nurse, I saw this sort of thing a hundred times.

She's got viral bronchitis.

She'll shake it.

It's not panic.

Carol's right.

We shouldn't be bombing patients indiscriminately with antibiotics.

I mean, why use artillery when a roach motel will do?

I don't know.

I guess it can't hurt to be cautious.

Elliot, up to you.

Yeah, it's your decision.

Okay, we'll wait for the lab results.

What do.

I hate more than letters to the editor?

Waiting for a taxi at Logan's.

Chablis?

Chardonnay.

When we were dating, you'd always have a glass of white wine before I came by.

I excited you.

Paris excited me.

How are the kids?

Donna is studying hard for exams, and Jim isn't.

Why should life change?

Now that he's in college.

He'll get A's, he always did.

He's gonna take next semester off, go out west.

What for?

Rock climbing, El Capitan in Yosemite.

No, absolutely no, out of the question.

You talk to him then.

I intend to.

Careful, this is hot.

My favorite, little weenies and diapers.

What am I, cocktails for six?

Don't get too comfortable.

We have one half hour to get to the symphony hall.

Mahler.

Mahler?

You like Mahler?

In theory.

Do I have time to shave?

If you.

How's work?

Oh, such an exciting week.

Big series on boondoggle and pork barrel.

Op-ed is where the action is.

I missed you.

Me too.

Terrific crab, Olga.

Thank you.

When you said home-cooked meal, I thought you were talking beans and French.

Takes me back lack we never had paella on the isle of pines must be the yellow rice

arrows how many you don't show off isle of pines so that's where you were yeah for

more than 20 damn years what is that a club med you're off running a resort you

couldn't even find time to send a postcard that was no day at the beach doctor Victor

don't suck your crab yes ma'am wait a minute you're not my mother okay stop

beating around the bouillabaisse and start lying.

So you don't know about the Isle of Pines?

Bay of Pigs?

Ring a bell?

Luther, nurse told me you were working.

Polly, you look nice.

I got a job, packing books at McKnight Press.

That's terrific.

What are you doing here?

I wanted the doctor to change my medication, but he wouldn't.

Everything okay?

Okay.

Sure.

I'm not spitting, whooping, or swearing, am I?

And no more uncontrollable racial slurs?

No.

But... What?

Luther, I miss the Tourette's syndrome.

The Haldol makes me feel like I'm living in slow motion.

After 30 years of behaving one way, you just need time to adjust.

I'm going off the Haldol.

Just for a day or two.

You shouldn't do that unless you're under medical supervision.

You could supervise me, Luther.

You're almost a doctor.

I'm a physician's assistant, Polly.

Please don't go off the medicine.

I need to be quick again.

Fast.

When I was living on the streets, I loved to drum with my hands.

You were good.

Not twitchy, played in rhythm.

I bought a conga with my first paycheck.

I wanted one for years.

Except now I don't feel like playing.

I'm not any happier now than I was before.

I feel a lot safer if you were with me.

Did you use my razor on your legs?

Yes, I'm sorry.

I forgot to tell you.

There's some new blades in your drawer.

A drawer, a shelf in the medicine cabinet, a quarter of the closet.

Resident, home away from home.

What are you complaining about?

Nothing.

Mahler, maybe.

Kiem here.

Yes.

Yes, I'll be right over.

Don't tell me.

Somebody's dying.

Mrs. Kline has gone into respiratory arrest.

Okay, go ahead.

I'm not dying, just tired.

I shouldn't be too long.

I'm afraid we're going to miss the concert.

What a disappointment.

Appointment.

Tomorrow night, the Bruins.

Now you're talking.

I should have married a dermatologist.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

April 17th, 1961.

We'd been training the rebels in Guatemala for the company.

Your mother was an expert in close in hand-to-hand combat.

Mano a mano.

I still have my brown belt.

Right.

Anyway, Polka and I parachuted in with the invasion.

A botched operation.

Oh, your father's a flair for understates.

We were captured, imprisoned, and sent to the Isle of Pines.

Tortured?

Don't ask.

The company arranged everything.

Death certificates, name changes.

Please don't remind me.

Oh, Bernie Osiransky's a beautiful name.

Yeah.

In December of 1962, the Cuban rebels were traded to the.

United States for 53 million in food and medicines, but not us.

Oh, the company couldn't acknowledge our presence.

And we were Castro's ace in the hole.

Finally.

Family.

A deal was sealed for us 25 years later.

The company agreed to stop all their crazy schemes against Castro, hiring the mafia

to bump him off and making his beard fall out.

Plus, they built for them a fertilizer project.

Well, I couldn't give a mulch about fertilizer.

Why didn't you let me know you were still alive all these years?

We never thought we'd ever get out.

So you were better off thinking we were dead.

But we never forgot about you, son.

The company sent our salaries to your Aunt Cherise.

That's how she put you through medical school.

So you see, partner, when you were horsing around with Carolyn Stolper, your mother

and I were chopping sugar cane and rolling cigars.

Okay, just tell me one thing.

How did you get the skinny on me and Carolyn?

Trade secret.

Oh, Lack, don't kid Victor.

No, that's not a classified intelligence, dear.

There's some things that a mother just knows.

No, no, no, please.

I'm still not buying.

We gave her some morphine for the pain.

She's as comfortable as we can make her.

Will she come out of the coma?

Will she wake?

She's very close to the end.

Anita, Anita always listens to me.

Who's going to listen to me now?

I told the cab driver today three times where I was going and he didn't hear me.

My voice is shot.

Do you mind if I hang around until... I can't go home.

There's nobody there.

Of course you can stay.

Good night, Mr. Klein.

Thank you.

Thank you, Thank you, Dr. Kiem.

Excuse me.

Would you mind waiting for a moment?

Thank you, Phillip.

Sure.

What can I do for you, Mr. Klein?

Wait just a little while.

I want to read to Anita, and I don't trust my voice.

It may give out.

I want to finish the chapter.

Maybe you could help me.

Of course.

I'd be glad to.

The sun was warm and tender, and the glory of the Georgia spring was spread before her eyes.

Dr. Westphall.

Yeah?

Do you remember Mrs. Lopez came in yesterday?

Yes, young woman just had a baby I saw her on rounds.

Um, fever, heavy cough, exhaustion, what's wrong?

Would you look at her again?

Why?

Her temperature is soaring into the stratosphere, and Dr. Axelrod's waiting for the lab to tell him it's pneumonia.

It is!

Oh, boy.

All right.

I'll take a look at her.

Next time you see Axelrod, you aim him toward my office, all right?

All right.

Come on in.

No mango Santa Maria, but not bad.

Hey, Luther!

Feeling good?

Oh, yeah.

The hell doll's worn off.

I feel light, fast, the rhythm's back, but I'm not spitting or swearing.

I'm okay.

I'm myself.

Fantastic.

Well, don't let me stop you.

Go ahead.

Hit it.

Mr.

Klein.

Dr. Kiem, I came by to thank you for being with us last night, for staying with her until she died.

I was happy to do that for you.

Nurse told me that your husband is in town bet he sure missed you came all the way up

from DC Kevin didn't mind Anita and I 52 years and I can count the fingers in one

hand the nights we were ever separated Kevin and I are often separated how can

you stand that I guess we get used to it I could never get used to being alone phone.

Oh, bedtime?

Yes.

Mr. Klein, do you have family?

No.

We were all the family we ever needed.

Can you hear me?

Yes, perfectly.

My voice sounds so far away to me, like I just got off an airplane.

But Dr. Kim, you sound so far away too.

If you If you ever need someone to talk to, please call me.

I will do that.

Goodbye, doctor.

You know, one of the last things she said to me was, Harry,

you're mad because I'm going someplace without you for a change.

And it's high time.

Time.

Oh, God in heaven.

What will I do without her?

How will I live?

Where will I go?

Please forgive me.

I'm sorry.

I just didn't mean to.

Forgive me, please.

I love those.

Great.

Look, you made me splatter Winter Wonderland all over the wall.

How long have you been standing there?

Paperweights with snow.

And Santa.

Oh, they always say holidays to me.

He's collecting fingerprints, Lack.

I know.

So that's where all the drinking glasses disappeared to.

If it's prints you want, just ask.

We'll do anything to prove you're ours.

Sure.

You'll accept thumbprints, I assume.

Here we are.

Check these with the California DMV.

Right to Sacramento.

I already have.

Our old passports.

Ooh, not a very flattering.

I'm going to be sending these to the FBI.

Good idea.

Name the current director of the Bureau.

Haven't a clue.

Neither have I.

It wasn't that way in the Jaeger days.

If you are my parents, why did you do this?

Didn't the family mean anything to you, running off to Central America to play spy versus spy?

We had a duty to the company and to our country.

That's very high-minded of you.

But what about your kids?

We never dreamed we wouldn't be able to come home.

If you're not my parents, you're extremely sick individuals, torturing me for some cheap, perverse thrill.

If you are my parents, why exactly did you bother to come back?

I told you this wouldn't work out.

Victor, we came as soon as they let us out.

We had to see you again.

I begged the company for family for a long time.

We're supposed to be in Nicaragua as we speak.

I can't take this anymore.

Just one more night, okay?

Then O-U-T.

T.

Elliot, you hear the bad news?

No, what?

Mrs. Lopez took a dive last night.

What happened?

Temperature shot up, cultures came back, pneumococcal pneumonia.

Westphall put her on a broad spectrum regime.

She's responding.

Looks like she'll be okay.

What a relief.

Westphall wants to see you.

Thank you.

Oh, no.

He's probably torquing himself into a corkscrew right now.

It's too bad.

You made a good call, Elliot.

Look, don't patronize me.

What?

What are you, you think of me as some dumb fat aquarium plant, don't you?

Every time you look at me, I'm a tube of hair food.

I knew, I knew, I knew Mrs. Lopez had bacterial pneumonia, and I let you and Novino talk me out of my diagnosis.

Why did I do that?

I'm sorry no what I don't accept your apology why are you getting so upset

Elliot what's the worst that can happen Westphall pulls the plug on your career

you limp home like some beaten pup and settle into a dismal life of spaying

calico cats at the pound just trying to help.

I should be home around seven.

We'll take it from there, okay?

Bye.

You look beat, my friend.

So do you.

I've been tired since medical school.

How was the symphony?

Didn't go.

I've been here all night with Anita Klein.

She died early this morning.

I haven't even been home.

Home.

That was Kevin.

He's mad and threatening to leave today.

Tell you the truth, I'm so tired I don't even care.

Well, I hope he stays, Paulette.

Time together should be treasured, you know, because we don't know how much time we have left.

I know when my wife died, I remembered every crossword, every wasted moment,

every lost opportunity.

Harry and Anita Klein were inseparable.

They fit together like Chinese I've been in these boxes 52 years.

Oh, vintage marriage, very rare, isn't it?

I envy them.

But now I've got to be in OR.

When I was on the streets, I used to come here a lot.

I loved the rhythm of the dryer and the washer and the spin.

I think we should go get something to eat, okay?

Because I'm starving.

We've been out all day.

Just take it easy, okay?

Just take it easy.

Look, look, look.

Just relax.

Hey, hey, hey.

Now, what's going on?

Is Rodsworth, is she on crack or something?

No, look, she has Tourette's syndrome, okay?

I'm calling the cops.

I want both of you out of here.

Look, she's sick.

Yeah, I don't need this.

Here, drip dry someplace else, pal.

Hey, man, these don't belong to us.

Are you okay?

Just take it easy, Paula.

How long have you been in here an hour or two yeah well you look prunish be sure to

replenish your fluids yes sir what are you sulking about out.

I'm plucking a mental Daisy.

They are my parents, they aren't my parents.

They are, they aren't.

Must be some way to find out.

I've got their thumbprints, but even if they are who they say they are, who's going to confirm their existence?

Both a couple of stress fractures, crazy as baffle plates, which tends to indicate you are related.

Maybe Aunt Teresa, my sibs, can shed some light, if I ever see them again.

I may never know for sure.

Not easy being a son, or a father.

All the years I spent in this hospital, Stephen held against me.

Never even tried to understand why we were separated.

Then after we lost him, well, there was no way to ever make the world the same.

I hope Lex and Holger are my folks.

I want parents.

I'd like to be somebody's son.

Come on, Ehrlich, stop.

Dr. Craig, can I please have a hug?

Listen, men don't hug other men in steam rooms.

Rooms, except on Masterpiece Theater.

Now, why don't you just go play some handball and that'll get your endorphins cooking.

Sit down.

Dr. Westphall.

You can stop right there, Elliot, because I'm not going to listen to you.

Any excuses from you.

You treated Mrs. Lopez like she had jewelry rash and you're damn lucky that Papandrao caught your mistake.

I felt Mrs. Lopez had pneumonia but I wanted to make sure.

Now listen to me, there isn't always time for the lab to tell you what you probably knew in the first place.

You understand?

You have to have the courage to go with your instincts.

You examine the woman, trust your clinical skills.

Courage, trust, instincts, yes.

I understand that Novino and Griffin had something to do with this decision?

Mrs. Lopez was my call, I was in charge and like you said, I have to live with consequences.

Consequences.

All right.

You see, Dr. Westphall... Look, I said okay, Elliot.

Look while you're ahead.

Am I ahead?

For the moment.

Oh.

She's responding well to the Haldol.

You're doing fine.

Sure.

Oh!

That's his kid.

Well, Luther, let's talk.

Office.

See you later.

How did this happen?

Well, Polly wanted to see what life was like without Haldol.

And you agreed to that?

Well, she was going to go off the medication anyway.

I just thought it would be better if I was with her.

According to her chart, she'd made good progress with the medication.

If you mean she no longer bothers people, yes, you're right.

But Polly's unhappy.

What if the drug makes her dead inside?

Polly is used to being manic all the time.

Now, she needs counseling to help her adjust to the The changes in her emotions.

What about what she wants?

As a PA, you're going to have to know what's best for the patient, and that's not necessarily what the person wants.

Who gives us the right to decide for her?

Society has rules and regulations, but what about personal freedom?

Free will.

Often our behavior is just a matter of chemistry, blood sugar, hormones.

If the chemicals in our brain are out of balance, then we become prisoners to our own irrational impulses.

We have to look out and care for those who aren't and control of themselves.

We can't just let them do as they please.

Well, Polly never hurt anybody.

Except herself.

True.

I saw that happen today.

She couldn't stop herself and she couldn't help herself.

And it's up to us to help her.

So, I had to go with Westphall.

Okay.

Does he want to see me?

Why would he want to see you?

Mrs. Lopez was my patient.

Thanks for covering for me.

Took guts.

Don't flatter yourself.

I wasn't covering for you and I don't have guts.

I did learn something.

What?

I'm alone.

All doctors are alone.

And if you're gonna screw up, you gotta screw up your own way.

It doesn't matter that I was right and you were wrong.

I mean, you could have been reversed.

But what does matter was I didn't believe in myself.

And it won't happen again.

You're not alone, Elliot.

Tell me another one, Delvino.

Coming right up.

Just have to put the little umbrellas in.

Parasols, dear.

For a woman who's been out of circulation 25 years, your mother moves are pretty sharp.

Oh, my.

Wow.

How festive.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I think I'd like to propose a toast.

Post.

Good.

To our son, Victor Ehrlich.

Salud, dinero, y amor.

Y tiempo para gustarlos.

What does that mean?

Health, money, and love.

And time to enjoy them.

Fantastic.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Yeah.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Oh.

Yeah.

Ah.

Sweet.

Cuba Libres.

Rum and Coke.

Ah.

Very good.

Seemed apropos.

So, uh, listen, Black Holga, I didn't mean that about kicking you out.

Stay as long as you like.

Very kind of you.

And, uh, then you're gonna visit Charisse and the other kids?

Well, that, that was our original plan, yes.

Yeah, but, uh, now that we realize what havoc we've wreaked in your life...

We've been thinking of going straight back to Central America.

We don't make a hell of a lot of sense around here.

Our visit's been so hard on you.

No, no, the fact is, I have been totally selfish.

Wrapped up in my own self-pity, prison must have been terrible for you.

Wasn't too many laughs.

Imagine how I felt, separated from my children, not seeing them grow up.

I'm sorry.

So are we.

All I'm trying to say is, let's get to know each other.

I mean, do you really have to run off to destabilize some unfriendly regime?

We'll see.

Okay.

I told Donna to pick you up at the airport.

Was Steve Berman there?

Yes.

I'm worried about Donna and Steve Berman.

What?

You know.

You had that talk with her, didn't you?

Years ago.

She's 17.

And she knows more than you ever did at that age.

Every time I ask Donna about Steve, she stares at the ground studying her toe jam.

I can't get her to look me in the eye.

I'm no good as a single parent.

Damn it, Kevin.

Don't tell me that.

You are not a single parent.

And these kids see me as much as they ever did.

Unfortunately, that's true.

We were looking forward to having you around a bit more.

Your presence in the house is fading.

We don't feel you there.

You blow in every two weeks.

We don't know if you're a house guest or a ghost.

Do you want me to give this up?

No.

You need your work.

You didn't marry a housewife.

True.

I never wanted to come home from work and be told in living color, How many times a cat threw up a hairball?

I brought up two children.

We brought up two children.

And nobody got your change, did they?

To the contrary.

I was thinking about that little cafe in Montmartre.

I remember that night you started pounding on the table and screaming, I will not be ordinary.

I've come too far to be ordinary.

Well, you got what you wanted.

Like Scarlett O'Hara?

More like madam new won't you stay the night I always take the last long goodbye

these visits person on the way out saying well I gotta go the person staying

thinking hey get out of here so I can go back to my real life I'm not thinking that

see you next week two weeks two weeks right I'll get tickets It's for the Kennedy Center.

Now, get out of here.

Need a lift?

Just psychologically.

This is a very depressing place.

Luther.

Hi, Polly.

Feeling better?

Yeah, I guess so.

I'm sorry about that scene in the laundromat.

Yeah, could have got you in a lot of trouble.

No harm, no foul.

Glad you were there to catch me.

Looks like your medication ought to be full time.

And permanent.

Yeah, guess so.

Hope I can get used to feeling this slow all the time.

Well, we'll find someone that you can talk to and help you with that.

Thanks.

Maybe I can figure out how to drum in slow motion.

Yeah.

Thank.

You.

Mom?

Dad?

And... Mama!

Papa!

Papa.

Mama.

Care-oniella biomimicrosis, Liver amnioticprint suggests you need to do an ultrasound in order to feel better.