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Previously on The Resident...

I just signed with the
hottest music agent in Atlanta.

You can't be a musician.

You're a princess. Your time
here will be coming to an end.

- Yo, Pravesh!
- Rupa is one of my goddaughters.

Her son has a very rare condition.

His heart is growing outside his body.

I worked hard all my life
to be seen like my dad.

He was a good man.

We're getting hitched, baby!

Nicolette Nevin, will
you do me the honor?

Yes.

Everything okay up there?

I just dropped something!

You could slow down.

If we don't hurry, we're
not gonna get a table.

You're the one who
wanted to shake things up.

Uh, I meant like skydiving
or hiking Stone Mountain,

but, hey, if this is what
you want to do, I am all in.

Too much?

Wow!

Does it go with these?

Oh, my God!

That's so sweet.

I love them!

You're wearing the ring.

Aren't we still keeping that on the DL?

For now, yes.

We should let Jessica and
Irving have their moment.

I was ready to shout
it from the rooftops.

I like having our sweet little secret.

For now, anyway.

But today we celebrate our engagement.

We got to go.

- Okay.
- Right?

Okay.

- This is fun.
- Oh, my God.

I told you it's packed!

This is the coolest
thing I've ever seen.

We have to bring everyone we know.

Bell and Cain don't
have the right pumps.

Ezra, what are you doing here?

- I'm a regular.
- What?

Pro tip... the chicken
and waffles are divine.

Skip the biscuits and gravy.

- Good to know.
- Mm-hmm.

- You got it.
- Uh-oh!

Who do we have here?

Oh, hello.

- Me? Me?
- Yes, you, Mr. Handsome.

Hello.

I love this. I love...

I love this.

Thank you, thank you.

Oh, my God.

Oh, guys?

My friends and I have a table up front

- if you want to come join us.
- Yes.

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Wait until you see

the headliner, Doll E. Wood.

She is a-mazing.

Are you ready, Doll E.?

I'm a little under the weather, but...

you can't keep a Tennessee
mountain girl down, honey.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome to the stage

our very special entertainer,

all the way from Locust Ridge, Tennessee

to our humble house of pancake makeup.

The one and only, Doll E. Wood!

Oh, it's a glorious Sunday to be

who you always wanted to be.

Boy, you sound like a partying crowd.

- Do you like to party?
- Yeah!

Well, that's a good thing,
'cause I hear there's one

happening two doors down,
and we are all invited.

This is my favorite bit.

The James Brown interlude.

Yeah.

- What's going on?
- I don't know.

This wasn't in the act before.

Doll? Doll, are you okay?

Oh, my God.

Still breathing.

Pulse is weak.

Call 911, we need an ambulance.

- Synced and corrected by Firefly -
- www.addic7ed.com -

Take her to Bay Seven.

Give me the bullet.

We were at this amazing drag brunch.

I start on surgery tomorrow,
so I needed to decompress,

- you know?
- Bullet, Ezra, not life story.

This is Joseph Kinney,

aka the amazing Doll E. Wood.

Ezra, want to take another
shot at that bullet?

Acute onset abdominal pain with syncope.

- Hypotension...
- One, two, three.

Hypotension improved

with two liters normal saline en route.

Y'all are too kind, all y'all.

I'm so embarrassed,
causing all this fuss.

No need to be embarrassed...
this is what we do.

We want to help.

Let's get you into a gown,

so we can do a full exam... Ezra?

You have pain like this before?

Off and on.

I just ignored it.

With all the acrobatics, the dancing,

the cinching and the tucking.

I threw my back out.

I even had kidney stones.

I'm used to hurting.

Let's, uh, get an EKG as well as a CBC

and a CMP to start.

Doll, we're just covering all the bases.

- We're gonna take good care of you.
- Okay.

Dr. Feldman and I are gonna get
you some pain meds right now.

Got your gown here.

Oh, a gown... Oh.

I don't know... white
is really not my color.

I'm more of an autumn.

Would you be a doll and
shut that curtain for me?

- You got it.
- I don't need the world to see this show.

Tell Rupa and Salman that
the baby is stable for now.

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_

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Mm, she said she's scared.

She really wants to hold him.

Tell them that Baby Farhad has

a combination of four
heart abnormalities,

known as Tetralogy of Fallot.

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He's going to need two surgeries today.

The first to repair the defects,

and the second is to put
the heart back in the chest.

Two surgeries in one day on a newborn?

There's only been a handful of
successful surgeries worldwide.

We're going to do everything
we can to save Farhad.

Where are we with the prostaglandins?

They're maxed out.

Well, it's not working.

I did an echo ten minutes ago.

His ductus arteriosus
has gotten smaller.

This baby needs surgery
in the next few hours.

So, it has to happen at Chastain.

All you.

This is way beyond even
my exceptional abilities.

This surgery has maybe a
five percent success rate.

No, it's got to be done by
a pediatric cardiac surgeon,

who has experience in this procedure.

They want to take Baby Farhad
to Boston Children's immediately.

He won't survive the transport, Nadine.

But we are not fully prepared here.

Now, Atlanta General has

a dedicated pediatric cardiac center

and doctors who are trained

- in this particular procedure.
- He's too unstable for transfer,

- even there.
- I know, I know.

Torres.

You worked at Atlanta General, right?

- Yeah.
- Is there a world-class

pediatric cardiac
surgeon we could call in?

I know just the person.

Dr. Judith Brown.

Call her.

You got it.

Hey there, pretty lady. Look,
I know everybody's real busy,

but would y'all mind taking
a look at my fiancée?

We've been here for a long
time; she's in a lot of pain.

Technically, it's my day off.

I have an incoming trauma, could... you?

- Sure.
- Thanks.

- I'll take a look.
- Thank you.

You're the best.

Yvette, hi. I'm Nic.

I'm a nurse practitioner here.

Um, it says here you're 23 years old.

- Is that true?
- Mm-hmm.

And, uh, and you're
experiencing some stomach pain.

- When did that start?
- Just today.

It wasn't too bad before.

On a scale from one to ten,
how would you rate your pain?

It's pretty bad... I'd say a ten.

I'm gonna...

I'm gonna need Yvette to answer.

It really hurts.

I don't know, maybe...

maybe a ten.

Do you have any other symptoms?

A little bleeding.

Down there.

You didn't... tell me that.

All right, I'm gonna
have to do a pelvic exam.

- Do you mind stepping out?
- Oh, uh...

I'll stay.

I'd like him to stay.

There you go.

I can't leave Rupa and
Salman alone for too long.

I know, the NICU will let us
know when they need you back.

How are you doing?
You must be exhausted.

It was a long night.

Well, a trip to the hospital
is not the best way

to end a birthday party, and
in the middle of all of this,

you have a big decision to make.

Devon?

My father wants me to...

leave Atlanta and return home tomorrow.

He's not just my
father, he's... my king.

There is no decision to be made.

Well... is this what you want?

It doesn't matter what I want.

I can't put my own wishes

before my obligation to my people.

And with everything that
Rupa and Salman are facing,

it seems selfish to even
think about it right now.

Wow.

So... this is our last day together.

I guess it is.

Dr. Brown is here.

How long did you two work
together at Atlanta General?

Throughout fellowship.

She's excellent... she's mastered

techniques used for
operating on neonatal hearts.

And since we worked together,

she's asked me to assist.

His murmur has gotten
softer in the last hour.

He's also gotten more cyanotic.

Dr. Brown's gonna have to
create a shunt surgically.

I know we tolerate

lower O2 sats in infants,

but his have dropped into the 50s.

He's not getting enough
oxygen in his blood.

This baby needs surgery now.

Pravesh, you seen Dr. Brown?

- She's not answering her page.
- No.

I thought she was with you.

- Rupa and Salman want to meet her.
- Maybe later.

We need to find her and have
her scrub in immediately.

Looking for Dr. Brown?

She's in the lab.

I'll get her.

You guys prep Farhad for the OR.

Take Salman and Rupa back to L&D.

- Dr. Brown?
- Mm, yes?

You're needed in OR Two immediately.

Feel a bit of a cold coming on.

This isn't a day to call in sick,

so I am just giving myself
some hydration and O2.

You can tell 'em I'll be right there.

- You doctors are miracle workers.
- Ah, all we did was

run some tests and give
you fluids and pain meds.

The real miracle is
how you somehow managed

to grab your makeup bag and
bring it in the ambulance.

Well, when a girl feels her worst,

that's when she must look her best.

Spoken like a true icon.

- Indeed.
- So I'm free to leave?

No, not yet.

We need to figure out why
your calcium is so high,

and then treat it.
Want to explain further?

Hypercalcemia could be
causing all your symptoms.

- Belly pain, weak muscles, even kidney stones.
- High calcium.

My uncle and my daddy both had that.

- Did their doctors know why?
- No.

They both got pancreatic cancer.

Passed away when I was in high school.

Excuse me.

I heard that Dolly Parton had

collapsed onstage, and I just thought...

The next best thing
is right here, honey.

She's the person I always wanted to be.

You know what Dolly always said.

"Don't rent it, don't lease it, own it".

I'm... sorry for intruding.

I see you're in very good hands, so...

Hold on, handsome.

I will serenade you with Dolly's hit,

"Kiss It And Make It All Better".

Um... maybe later.

We're gonna order some more tests,

- and we'll be right back.
- Okay.

Dr. Bell, a moment, please?

I need to do genetic tests and scans,

but I suspect Joseph may have MEN 1.

Multiple Endocrine Neoplasia.

Would that explain his family history

of high levels of calcium
and pancreatic tumors?

- Yes.
- If he has MEN 1, he could have a tumor

in any of his endocrine glands.

I'm thinking parathyroids.

Which is where you
would come in, because...

- if I'm right, he would need surgery.
- Yeah, okay.

Let me know what you find.

All right, go ahead
and put in the orders.

Hey.

Everything okay?

See the couple in Bay Four?

She has pelvic inflammatory
disease from gonorrhea.

Says she's 23, but I'm
not even sure she's 18.

We've been here all day.

And he hovers.

Doesn't leave her side for a second.

He says they're from out of town,

but she's already been in our ER

for an STD a few months ago.

- Listen to me. Listen...
- Just stop.

You think she's being trafficked.

I need your help getting her alone

so that I can find out if she's safe.

Okay.

Yvette, Marcus, this is Dr. Hawkins.

I brought him in to
consult. He also agrees

that a round of antibiotics
should clear your symptoms.

Great. We'll swing by the
pharmacy on our way out.

- Call in a prescription?
- Nic did.

But before you go, I'll
need to give you an exam.

Can't you just write
me a prescription, too?

Not without an examination.

Nic, why don't you take Yvette to
the pharmacy while I give Marcus...

No, no, no, you ain't treating me, okay?

You're treating her, and
we're taking off. Let's go.

But before you do any of
that, there's something else

I wanted to take a look at.

Do you mind if Dr. Hawkins
listens to your heart?

I heard a little abnormality

when I was listening to it earlier.

This'll just take a second.

Yeah, I hear it, too. She
could have endocarditis.

It's a life-threatening
condition and result of her STD.

And can cause sudden death.

Bacteria travels through the bloodstream

and enters into your heart.
We absolutely have to

- do a cardiac ultrasound.
- No.

Doctors make up stuff all
the time to get more tests.

- Come on, Yvette, let's go.
- Endocarditis is very real,

I promise you. We can
do the echo right now.

If it's negative, you go on your way.

I just... know you
want Yvette to be safe.

I'll do it.

I don't want to die.

Then we'll go right now. Thank you.

How long is this gonna take?

It won't take long at all.
We'll just be right back.

I'm going with her.

Only patients are
allowed in the echo suite.

Sorry about that. It's just
hospital rules, not mine.

Dr. Brown, we are ready

- for the Blalock-Taussig shunt.
- Great.

Let's have that graft on hand.

Time to dissect out the...

uh... uh...

The pulmonary artery?

Cautery, please.

Is it me, or is she a little off?

This is not the surgical
star Torres led us to expect.

I saw her hooked to IVs earlier,

giving herself supplemental oxygen.

She said she had a cold.

Laps.

Suction. Clamps to Dr. Brown.

She just lacerated the pulmonary artery.

Dr. Brown.

- Judith!
- She's definitely swaying.

Dude, she may be intoxicated.

Dr. Brown, I'm tagging you out.

- No, you aren't. This is under control.
- You are impaired.

- Torres, talk to me.
- He's exsanguinating.

- I need help stopping the bleeding.
- I will stop the bleed.

You've only made it worse.
His artery is turning further.

My patient, my surgery.

You are not fit to operate.

Clamps to me... now.

- Everything okay?
- Yeah, we stabilized the baby.

You commandeered my surgery.

Never, in all of my years of operating,

have I had something so out...

so outrageous happen.

You should be stripped
of your privileges.

You tore this baby's pulmonary artery.

You been drinking?

That was a typical
perioperative complication.

- Then submit to a blood test.
- Absolutely not.

You can't refuse, Dr. Brown.
It's in every surgeon's contract

- at Chastain.
- If you say no, we will alert

the hospital admin and
medical board that you refused.

What are you hiding, Dr. Brown?

Nothing.

Then prove it. Do the blood draw.

Right here, right now,

so everybody can see it.

So Conrad's hypothesis was correct.

This is likely MEN
1-related abnormal growth

of Doll E.'s... or should
I say Joseph's parathyroids.

That's why his calcium is so high.

Yeah, it looks like
four-gland hyperplasia

causing the elevated calcium,
so they'll need to be removed.

This is a delicate surgery just to avoid

- the critical nerves in that region.
- Correct me if I'm wrong,

but damaging those nerves
could destroy Joseph's voice.

Yes. But I'll do everything possible

to make sure that doesn't happen.

And we'll monitor nerve
function throughout the case.

"We"? So I can assist?

I start on surgery tomorrow.

- I've been practicing my two-handed ties.
- It was more of a...

it was a royal "we".

Oh.

But sure, you can scrub in.

My very existence

as Doll E. Wood depends on my voice.

Well, you could still lip-synch.

Of course, but that's
not all that's involved.

Dolly Parton talks, a lot.

She has an intimate
rapport with her audience.

Doll E. Wood has to have a voice.

She must talk to her audience. She must.

Keeping your abnormal
parathyroids in place

could cause a hypercalcemic crisis.

That's what happened today.

Next time you could die.

You said "could"

cause a fatal
"hyperhoozamajiggy" crisis.

- So it's not certain.
- No.

But it's a risk that you shouldn't take.

When I found my inner Doll,

my whole life went from black and white

to all the colors of the rainbow.

"If-if you want the rainbow, you got

to put up with the rain.

Storms make trees take deeper roots".

Oh, this boy's a gem.
He's quoting Dolly.

"If you don't like the
road you're walking,

start paving another one.

We cannot direct the wind,
but we can adjust the sails".

Okay, I-I think we get the gist.

Everything possible
to preserve your voice.

Shall we schedule the surgery?

No.

Okay.

What about the ultrasound?

You don't actually need it.

There's nothing wrong with your heart.

We just wanted to have a
private conversation with you.

What did I do?

Oh, nothing. You didn't...
you didn't do anything.

You tricked me.

Marcus was right. I can't trust you.

You know, sometimes, um,

in the hospital, we
see people who we think

might be in a situation that isn't safe.

So, um...

we just wanted to make sure
that you're not one of them.

I'm fine.

Marcus is my fiancé. We're in
love and we're getting married.

I want to go now.

Look, Marcus doesn't need
to know about any of this.

It's your choice. I mean,
we're not gonna force you

to do or say anything. We just...

We want you to know that you can.

Yvette?

You're safe, okay?

You're totally in control here.

Okay?

Okay.

Okay. We understand now.

It's okay. It's okay.

You're safe. You're
safe. We're here for you.

- They're all coming out to see you, Doll.
- Oh, stop it.

I wish you'd reconsider.

You're a dear.

But I will take whatever
time I have left

as the full and complete Doll E.

If I die young like my
daddy, well, so be it.

Can I have... just have a minute?

You know, my dad raised
me on the Queen of Country.

- Get out.
- Yeah.

My daddy took me straight to Dollywood

the minute I could hold up my head.

I was practically baptized there.

So, were the two of you close?

We were.

My daddy was a pastor.

I was supposed to be next in line,

till he realized what was what.

He knew I wasn't the son he expected.

I believe that broke his heart.

He talked for a while
about conversion therapy,

but he saw how I felt about
that and he gave it up.

When I was bullied or attacked,

he was the first one
in line to defend me.

'Cause he was a good man, a loving man,

who walked the walk of a Christian.

Judge not lest ye be judged.

He gave me the best gift of all.

Acceptance.

You know, I'm thinking that
maybe you're a lot like him.

Too much, as it turns out.

Well...

if your dad could have had the surgery,

and it cost him his voice,
so he couldn't preach,

but you still had your dad,

would that have been better than...

I see where you're headed. Very clever.

You don't have to share the
same fate as your father.

We found this in time to save you.

And you may wake up
with your voice intact.

There's a decent chance.

But if not...

"I can see the light of
a clear blue morning..."

"I can see the light
of a brand-new day".

You know.

"Everything's gonna be okay".

Oh...

You better give me some sugar.

So we'll schedule the surgery?

Okay.

How did you meet Marcus?

I was 16 and fighting with my mom a lot.

So I started to text with a man
named Luis that I met on an app.

He told me that he'd help me run away.

And after a while, I
began to like that idea.

So, one day I climbed
out my bedroom window.

He had a car waiting.

There was another man in the car.

They blindfolded me and they drove away.

They drove for a long time.

Most likely across state lines.

Uh, they took me to a motel.

Marcus was there.

He said he had a client waiting for me.

I had no idea what he meant, but...

But then he took me to a motel room

and he left me with that man
and he did what he wanted to me.

My old life ended right there.

After that, Marcus said
that I was now ruined,

and that I belonged to him.

I could never go home again.

He said that no one would
ever love me except him.

You know that none of
that is true, right?

And you are not ruined.

And you're safe now. You
don't have to do that anymore.

I hate it.

I hate all of it, but he
said that he'd kill me.

He'd kill my whole family
if I ever told anyone.

We're gonna make sure
that doesn't happen. Nic?

We'll be back in two seconds, okay?

Okay.

I've notified social services.

They'll take over, find
her a safe place to stay.

I'll go check on him.

I'll stay with her.

Where the hell is she?

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

It's okay, we're safe. They've got him.

It's okay.

It's okay.

My work is my life.

I've performed the
most complex surgeries.

The Norwood, the Glenn, the Bentall.

Sometimes back-to-back.

Patients came from all over the world.

Dr. Brown, you have an alcohol problem.

You almost killed a baby today.

That baby still needs surgery.

He needs it right now, and fortunately,

I am the only one capable
of doing it, so let's just

- go back to the OR...
- We are taking

Baby Farhad back to the OR,
but Torres and I will operate.

- No, I can do it.
- No, you cannot.

That's not because I'm
drunk. I'm in withdrawal.

Just get me a drink.

I'll be ready to go.

We'll treat you with
benzos and you can guide us.

But you are not cutting. That is final.

With benzos, I would be
too drowsy to guide you.

Without a drink, my
symptoms will only escalate.

You've seen what happens.
These shakes will get worse,

I'll vomit, maybe hallucinate.

Even seize... I know
what you're thinking.

You're thinking that I'm just
an addict making up a line

to get her fix, but you also know

that what I'm saying
is medically accurate.

The fact is, unless you let me drink,

I will not be able to
help you with the surgery.

We got to get her a drink.

- No way.
- There is no other option, Pravesh.

Can you count backwards from ten?

I'd rather sing, since it
might be for the last time.

Okay.

Time to scrub in.

One more shot.

Last one, right?

Ready.

All right. Let's make it happen.

Baby Farhad's parents want updates.

Are you gonna tell them about Dr. Brown?

We usually don't if there are no
adverse outcomes to the patient.

This is unacceptable.

You know my dad would
never approve of this.

How can giving Dr.
Brown a drink be okay?

It's not right.

And I know that alcohol is
considered haram, and forbidden.

But we've exhausted all options.

This is the only possible solution.

Farhad needs surgery,
and he needs it now.

What if she gets drunk?

She knows how much to drink to function

and not get drunk.

I promise you, she will
never touch Farhad again.

Let's start by freeing
the skin from the heart

by tracing along the transition zone.

Scalpel to me.

Retractors to Torres.

All right, be careful
not to pinch the P.A.

- Chest is open.
- Let's rotate the heart in.

Hmm, it won't fit.

The heart is too big.

What if we take down the diaphragm?

Still not enough space.

You have to do a partial lung resection.

Removing the right lower lobe
should give us enough room.

That would compromise his lung function.

He could end up in respiratory failure.

Well, partial lung
resection is our only option.

We have to take the risk.

This is the first parathyroid.

Normally the size of a grain of rice,

and here, it is enlarged.

And right next to it is the
recurrent laryngeal nerve.

Incredible. This
morning I heard him perform,

and now I see what lets him sing.

So we are gonna save
half this parathyroid.

And reimplant it into his arm.

That way he has enough
remaining gland function

so his calcium doesn't plummet.

You came prepared.

Would you like to assist
me in removing the next one?

I have to admit, I am a bit nervous.

We're working so close to the nerve.

Well, he has very challenging anatomy,

but if we're careful...

We lost the nerve signal.

- What the hell did you do?
- Nothing. I didn't touch anything.

Give me that. Steady.

The nerve may have been damaged.

Dr. Bell, if he loses his voice...

Stop talking.

Where's Marcus?

He's been arrested, Yvette.

We don't want him to hurt other women.

You'll be safe, where you're going.

They have plenty of resources.

They'll take care of you.

For a while.

Then what?

I never finished high school.
I have no way to make a living.

I can't undo the mistakes I've made.

You were a child, and you are blameless

for what happened to you.

Go take your life back.

It's not gonna be easy, but I promise

you can do it.

I've been in and out of
hospitals a bunch of times.

And no one has ever taken the time

to try and help me.

So thank you.

Come here.

You let us know if you
need anything, okay?

Okay.

Bye.

Partial lung resection complete.

Now place the heart into his chest.

Ah... the heart is back in.

Let's align the breast bone
and chest wall, then close.

Sutures and wires to me, por favor.

I'm impressed.

You should consider adding
pediatric cardiac surgery

to your triple board rolodex.

I'm grateful for your help, Dr. Brown.

But surgeon to surgeon,

I really hope you seek help yourself.

I don't have to tell you
that alcoholism is a disease.

But there are treatment
programs for doctors.

I know our system looks away.

We live in a culture that
discourages asking for help

or speaking up.

It makes it very easy to self-destruct.

But you have a gift.

And you have patients who need you.

Let's bring the chest wall together.

BP is 40/20.

Heart rate is 200. He's about to code!

Max out pressors.

- His heart is too fragile.
- No, he's too swollen.

She's right.

Closing the chest is
constricting the heart,

preventing it from pumping effectively.

We need to keep the chest open.

Cutters.

Oh, this is too horrible.

They'll try to close his chest later.

But if they can't...

All right, the swelling's gone down.

It's time to close his chest.

Back to the OR?

No.

We're gonna do it right here.

Bringing the chest wall
and sternum together.

Pressure and heart rate are stable.

Heart is pumping effectively.

He'll need more surgeries in the future

to reconstruct his chest,
but at least for now,

he has a chance to thrive.

One last thing...

Little man needs his armor.

Hey.

Just got off the phone with my dad.

He's really happy to hear
Farhad's doing so well.

Yeah, he beat the odds.

Chastain came through. And we got lucky.

There's more, Devon.

My dad said if you wanted
to continue seeing me,

you could come be a
doctor in my country.

He would get you a great
spot in our finest hospital.

Wow.

That's lovely.

But this is my home.

Please, just think about it.

The offer stands.

Things don't have to end between us.

When's your flight home?

Tomorrow morning.

- You done with your shift?
- Yeah.

Yeah?

Good.

Not here.

Red gurney to surgical waiting area...

Joseph.

Good to see you awake.

Surgery went well. Your
calcium levels are stable.

- Can we hear your voice?
- That's premature.

It'll take him a
little while to recover.

It's okay, I...

It... it doesn't sound good.

Well, that is to be expected.

You're going to be hoarse
after being intubated.

It's normal.

It'll get better. Soon.

Will it be like before?

I hope so.

Thank you both.

It's in God's hands.

What are we doing next Sunday?

Let's go back to brunch.

We did not get the full experience,

not by a long shot.

I can't believe that was this morning.

Ah, just another day at the office.

- So...
- Hmm.

So we're gonna start telling
everyone we're engaged, huh?

Let's shout it from the rooftops.

Oh, and in the spirit of being open,

I have a confession.

I, um, may or may not
have eaten the chocolates

that you hid in your sock drawer.

- You didn't.
- I did.

Aw...

- Well, I have nothing to confess.
- Oh, really? Nothing?

Fine.

That diamond on your ring is
fake. It's cubic zirconium.

- Really?
- Yes.

Huh, it looks so real.

Well, in that case, you want it back?

- Wait...
- I mean, if it's fake...

- What?
- We don't have to get married.

- Honestly.
- No. No, no, no, no, no.

I'm kidding, I'm kidding, I'm kidding.

I love it.

This isn't over.

I know.

Mom.