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Straight flush.

- Aw, come on.
- Come to papa.

This guy's on fire.

He takes any more of my money,

I'll set him on fire.

Hey, uh, you want a scrip for that?

I, uh, I know you've been

having trouble sleeping.

How would you know that?

I might have mentioned it.

- Really?
- Magnum,

Ethan is a doctor.
He's offering you a remedy.

I think the correct
response might be "thank you."

Well, Dr. Ethan, thank you,
but no, thank you.

Okay.

Feeling really, really
good about this one,

I'm not gonna lie.

Hey, uh, Shammy wants
to surf this weekend.

You in? Oh, I'm gonna raise five.

Can't. A Marine homie asked me

to talk to potential officer candidates.

Hang on, is that Mitch?

I know Mitch.

Why wouldn't Mitch ask me?

'Cause he knew I would do it better.

I call.

Call.

- I am definitely in.
- Ooh, Kumu!

Bet's to you, Higgy. Oh, sorry.

Hey, hey, you can't...
You guys can't do that.

- Do what?
- You're colluding under the table.

I saw you... you were doing something.

Oh, they're playing footsie.

No, no. You know what? He's right.

You can't do that. You could be
signaling what cards you have.

I-I swear, we're not cheating.

That's exactly what someone
who's cheating would say.

Oh, come on. This is absurd.
If we are cheating,

we're not very good at it, are we?

I mean, Thomas's chip stack

is twice the size of ours put together.

Exactly. All the more reason
for you to want your money back.

Oh, do you really want to start talking

about who owes whom money at this table?

- She does have a point there.
- Just saying.

Poker is not a team sport.

Okay, fine. You know what?
I'll make this easy. I fold.

Yeah, I'm...

I'm out, too.

Okay.

Here comes the flop.

Rick, that's to you.

Oh, sorry.

I was just, uh, throwing up
a little bit in my mouth.

Uh, I'll check.

Okay, seriously, guys?

We're in the middle of a big hand here.

What do you want us to do?
Ignore each other?

I-I mean, you could get a room?

Good idea.

Yeah, get a room. I...

That's my vote.

Don't you dare answer that.

I don't want to.

Duty calls. I know.

Dr. Shah.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

I'm sorry.

Look who's on fire now!

Come on.

Uh-huh. I see you Kumu.

Hey, look who's back.

That was fast. What happened?

Don't ask.

No way you had time to... Yeah.

Why you eyeing our chips
like a starving hyena?

Can we just shut up and play, please?

- Kumu, would you deal?
- Okay.

Mm, watch out, guys. I think
Higgy's about to take our money.

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Magnum, wake up.

Magnum?

Oh, hey, hey!

Good morning.

What are you doing?

Oh, no, it's not a good morning.

I just fell asleep an hour ago.

What do you want?

Ethan needs us at hospital.

Us? Like you and me?

Yes, Magnum. That's
generally what "us" means.

- Why?
- I have no idea.

He said it's urgent, so hurry up.

Come on. Get dressed. Now.

Look, it ain't no walk in the park,
that's for sure.

The Corps is gonna push you
in ways you can't even imagine.

But I'd become a Marine all over again.

It was the best thing I ever did.

If you don't mind my asking,
what made you seek a commission?

Lot of things.

I grew up in North Carolina.

Went and got a college degree,

but I had no path.

I was only sure of two things.

How much I love this country

and how bad I wanted to fly choppers.

Yeah, I knew I could learn
in the service.

And once I was in, I got things
I didn't even know I needed.

Focus, structure, discipline.

He got that and more

from Gunnery Sergeant Murphy.

Hell yeah.

He rode my ass.

But he made me the man I am today.

I can attest to what kind
of man that is.

They don't make 'em better.

Well, any more questions?

All right. Well, good luck.

Oorah.

- Oorah!
- Well done, pal.

Thanks.

It's a good group.

Yeah, we'll see who can hack it.

- Yeah?
- Not for the faint of heart.

Speaking of,

how's Rick doing?

Oh, you know, he's jealous
you didn't ask him.

Sounds like Rick.

Um, excuse me, Mr. Calvin?

I'm-I'm Joey. I just want to say thanks.

You know, I was already excited
to become a Marine,

but what you said really
brought it home for me.

Well, that's good to hear.
Where you from?

Uh, same as you. North Carolina.

- No way.
- Yeah.

How long since you've been back home?

About four months.
I-I just wanted to come out here

and get some sun before I joined up.

- Get some surfing in.
- All right.

- I feel ya.
- Yeah.

Uh, listen, I don't... I don't
know if you're busy right now,

but, uh, I-I'd love to buy you coffee

and hear more about the Corps.

For a young brother from North Carolina?

I got time, but I'm buying.

All right.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Thanks for coming.

She didn't give me much choice.

What's going on?

Few hours ago, I was called to the ER

to do an emergency consult on
a 22-year-old named Paul Wilson.

He had shortness of breath
that was getting worse.

X-rays show
an early tension pneumothorax.

For the laymen

amongst us, a pneumothorax is...

Air in the pleural cavity,

generally caused by a punctured lung.

See, the air can't escape,
so the pressure increases,

compressing the heart, right?

That's correct.

I've gone undercover as
a doctor a couple times.

- I've done my research.
- Anyway,

X-ray also revealed some sort
of odd metallic object.

It could be what caused
the puncture, I'm not sure,

but I asked Paul
if he had swallowed anything,

or if he knew what it could be.

- He said "no."
- Okay.

Where do we come in?
I'm sorry. I'm getting there.

I told him I needed to do more imaging

to better define the object.

Then I would do surgery to remove it

and then repair the lung.

But when the nurse went to take him

to CT, he was gone.

He just left?

Maybe he got scared.

Wanted a second opinion.

He could have just said that.

I mean, I wasn't gonna
force him into anything.

Do you have any idea
where this Paul might have gone?

No. I-I left three voice mails.

Said if I had to, I'd go to the cops.

Maybe that's why he didn't come back.

I mean, this isn't really
a police matter.

I know, but he needs surgery.

Is this Paul?

Yeah.

I mean,

looks like it might be a bullet.

So this guy gets shot and then
somehow forgets about it?

It's unlikely.
I mean, could be a bottle cap

or a coin. Kids swallow things
all the time.

Look, while medicine is
my area of expertise,

finding people... That's yours.

I really need your help.

Of course we'll help, pro bono.

Thank you.

But here's the thing.

There's a clock on this.

How much time do we have?

Without surgical intervention,
the pneumo will likely expand,

ultimately causing
cardiovascular collapse.

If we don't do something soon,

Paul will be dead in a few hours.

Perhaps Paul left the hospital

because he doesn't like doctors.

Well, aside from you, I...

I don't know many people that do.

I mean, you go to the hospital
for one thing, right?

You end up running

a hundred tests and find out

you either wasted a bunch of money,

or there's six
other things wrong with you.

Is that the reason that you refused

to go to a doctor for
your recent bout of insomnia?

Not going to the doctor for something

that's gonna fix itself.

Ah, the old "ignore
the problem, and it will

just go away" strategy,
yeah, 'cause that always works.

Listen, if you do change
your mind, Ethan's up to speed.

Yeah, apparently.

Magnum, sleep is one of the
most important parts of your health,

and you're suffering,
so I asked a doctor some advice.

Is that a big deal?

No.

Anything else on Paul?

I pinged his cell. There's no signal.

Looks like it's been off-line

since he left the hospital.

He hasn't made any calls, either.

We should go to his house.

I mean, if I'm not feeling well,
it's the first place I go.

Unlike the rest of us,
who just go to a doctor.

Hurricane was coming,

you know, and they closed

the Wrightsville Beach Drawbridge.

And I was on the wrong side of it.

How'd you get home?

I-I swam.

I got... I got cut up on an oyster bed.

It was, in hindsight, not
my best idea, you know.

Yeah.

When's the last time you were home?

Man, it's been a while,

man.

But this is home now.

You know, my two best friends...

Met 'em in the service...

They live here, too.

"Best friends" doesn't do it justice.

Those are my brothers.

To the end.

You know you don't have to
give me the hard sell, right?

Oh, got me.

I mean, I-I wanted this
before I even signed up.

My dad, my uncle, grandad... all vets.

And me following

in their footsteps
means the world to them.

I'm sure they'll be proud.

But what's the draw for you?

Lot of reasons, you know?

Well, I guess, um...

I love my country, you know?

Joey, do you want to join up
for you or for your family?

What's the difference?

Long as I sign up, right?

Something wrong with it?

No, uh, just kinda full.

That sounds kind of suspicious.

Let me see here.

Oh! No, no, no, no.
That mahi's not even cooked.

No. Oh, my God, what are you doing?

You gotta say something
when that happens.

- You know, raw fish can kill you.
- How?

It's just sushi, right?

No. Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.
So embarrassing.

I'm sorry, my-my chef,
he moved back to Texas

when COVID hit, and the new guy,
he could use...

Cooking lessons?

Yeah.

The bartender go with him?

Oh, no, he just stopped showing up.

We've got all kinds of problems.

What's so funny?

Our inability to retain
staff, apparently.

- TC, this is...
- Suzy.

I remember. Your dad had a houseboat

in the marina, named it after you.

Kind of hard to forget.

Right. I actually just moved in there.

Fell on some hard times,

but Rick was kind enough
to let me do what I love

and pay me for it.

Uh, the wall that we replaced.

The one that Booky plowed through.

Suzy's gonna snazz it up,
paint a mural for us.

Oh. Nice. Of what?

It's a surprise.
Rick didn't want to know.

Well, I trust the artist.
You know, I want to leave it

to her and her vision.

And I won't let you down.

And I better get back to it, actually.

Uh, thank you for the... the meal.

Yeah, well, next time
it won't be so bad.

- I promise.
- Okay.

All right.

Suzy, huh?

Come on.

We were just talking.

How'd your recruiting talk go?

Good, mostly.

But there's this one kid named Joey.

I'm kind of worried about
his motivation for signing up.

Well, mine was easy: Enlist or do time.

And I wanted to fly, baby.

Why is Joey doing it?

To please his family.

Oh.

I'm not sure I should get involved.

I mean, who's to say what
the right reasons are?

Well, whatever our motivations were,

we both wanted it.

You can't do it for somebody else.

You're gonna have to talk
to that kid, lay it down.

Yeah, well, I spoke to
the officer candidates

as a favor to Mitch.

What's he gonna say
if I talk Joey out of it?

He's not gonna be happy.

Look, it sucks, but
there's sometimes a cost

to doing the right thing.

It doesn't look like anyone's home.

Doesn't appear to be
a woman of the house.

I was about to say the same thing.

Looks like Paul and his dad

and his brother, maybe?

No indication that Paul came home.

Except for his hospital bracelet.

So he did come back.
Well, where'd he go?

I don't know. He didn't make
any calls from his cell,

but maybe he used the land line.

Well, looks like...

that number was called an hour ago.

Uh, you sure this is
the place Paul called?

No, I'm only sure that
someone from the Wilson home

- called a phone at this location.
- I mean, it can't be Paul.

He can't breathe,
so he leaves the hospital

and orders a muffin?
It doesn't make sense.

Only one way to find out.

Hi. Excuse me.

Uh, do you know this man?
His name is Paul Wilson.

Never seen him before.

Well, maybe you haven't seen him,

but we believe he called here
about an hour ago.

No one's called me all day.
You must be in the wrong place.

What was that number again? Hang on.

It's coming from the back.

Hey, no, you're not going back there.

We're trying to save a life. Move.

Looks like an underground
medical clinic.

See, now that makes sense.

Hey, Doc.

How did you get in here?

This is a really nice place.
I'm guessing it's not,

uh, what's the word... legal.

I am a doctor.

I'm just not licensed in the U.S.

But these people,
they can't afford proper care.

They need me.

My place.

Look,
we're not here to give you any trouble.

We are just looking for Paul Wilson.

He was here, wasn't he?

He's a good kid. Just needed help.

Well, we're trying to help him.

If he doesn't get surgery, he could die.

I know. I said the same thing.

But they wouldn't hear it. Left.

You said "they."

Paul was with his brother, Tanner.

Well, this isn't exactly
an easy place to find.

How did they know to come here?

Because I helped them
once before, 12 years ago.

He got shot.

Bullet's wedged in a tough spot.

Doesn't seem like it
hit any vital organs.

I can leave the bullet and patch him up,

but I can't guarantee he'll be okay.

I urge you to go to the hospital.

We can't.

Any idea who the shooter is?

One of the draws of this place is that

I just want to help people,

so I don't ask too many questions.

Mr. Wilson's child was shot.

What could possibly justify not
going straight to a hospital?

The doctors find a bullet,
they gotta call the cops.

But why would Mr. Wilson
not want the police involved?

I don't know. Maybe that's
why Paul took off.

He doesn't want that either.

It's Sarge's birthday.

Oh, sorry, I don't have any
cash; You want to spot me?

Well, if it isn't the reason why

I don't have any cash.

Yes, I'm sorry about that.

I don't actually think
I've ever played so well.

So well or so angry?

I want a rematch.

I promise you'll have one.

And I might even let you win.

In exchange for

what favor you're about to ask

that I may or may not agree to.

Well, okay, there is a patient
of Dr. Shah's...

You call your boyfriend Dr. Shah?

The kid's name is Paul Wilson.

He's 22. He needs immediate surgery.

The problem is
we can't seem to find him.

I'm running him now.
What's wrong with him?

He was shot 12 years ago,

and the bullet has now
punctured his lung.

He would have been ten years old
at the time.

Any idea what happened?

No, not yet.

I don't see anything.
You got any more details?

He was a kid when he got shot.

Maybe he's got a juvie record.

Yeah, those would be sealed.

Might take some time to look into.

All right, I'll get right on it.

- Thanks, Gordie.
- Thank you.

How does a ten-year-old end up
with a bullet inside him?

Barring being a criminal,

it can't have been intentional.

I mean, drive-by, line of fire.

Accident, maybe?

You know what I don't understand
is the doctor at the clinic said

that Mr. Wilson was a loving
and responsible father.

Why would he not do
everything in his power

to protect his son?

Well, maybe he was trying
to protect his son.

- His other son.
- Tanner?

Yeah. I mean, it
wouldn't be the first time

a couple of kids got a hold of a gun

and somebody ended up shot.

Maybe Tanner shot Paul.

Maybe Mr. Wilson was worried

that the police would take Tanner away.

Hey, man.

You were right about this spot,

- the swells are great.
- Nice, right?

Yeah.

What brings you out here?

Ah, I just wanted to talk.

Something wrong?

Look, I don't know if it's my place,

but since I tried to get you to sign up,

I gotta be up-front.

Becoming a Marine for your pops

is not a good idea.

I mean, lots of people do stuff
to make their parents proud.

Go to law school,

join the family business, you know?

Yeah, but it's not the same.

See, lives are at stake.

Yours and the Marines
you'll be responsible for.

I'm not afraid.

I got this.

Look, it's not about fear,
it's about the risk.

Especially if you're
not doing this for you.

See, your life has got to be your own,

'cause you're the one that's got
to live it. You feel me?

The doctor confirmed it was a bullet.

Paul was shot 12 years ago.

Bullet must have migrated over time,

eroded into the lung and punctured it.

So far, we haven't been unable
to find any trace

of where Paul might have gone
after the clinic.

Is there anything else you remember?

Something that could
indicate where he might go?

Well, he was having a lot
of trouble breathing.

He didn't say much.

Uh, okay. Well,
I'd... I better get back to it.

Okay.

Uh, Jules, thank you.

Of course. I'll keep you updated.

Did you tell him what
I had for breakfast?

Oh, I can assure you, Magnum,

Ethan does not care
about your dietary habits.

Oh, okay, so just my sleeping habits?

I explained my reasons for sharing that.

What is your issue?

♪ Why can't we be friends? ♪

♪ Why can't... ♪

Hey, Gordie. What do you got?

There's no record of the shooting.

And Paul Wilson's clean.

His brother Tanner, not so much.

So he's got a jacket?

Yep. Started young.

In and out of juvie.
Did some jail time, too.

He has no phone registered to him.

Address is the dad's house.

How old was Tanner when he
started his life of crime?

He was about 12.

Okay, right around the
same time Paul was shot.

There's more.

That same year, a shopkeeper
was killed during a robbery.

Left behind a wife and a young daughter.

Case went cold because
there wasn't enough evidence.

You think Tanner killed the shopkeeper?

No. But our prime suspect

was Paul and Tanner's father,
Henry Wilson.

Okay, so the father commits the murder,

two kids find the gun...

You think Tanner shot Paul?

That's the theory we're working with.

Yeah, think about it, right?
They go to the hospital,

the doctor's gonna find that bullet...

HPD would've matched
the ballistics to the gun

that killed the shopkeeper.

- Exactly.
- So Mr. Wilson

wasn't protecting his kids,

he was protecting himself.

Now Paul's risking his life

to keep his father's secret.

I don't like driving this as much.

Were you planning on transporting Paul

in the boot of the 488, or...?

Could've put you in there.

You know, I have to say,
I'm gonna find it hard

to contain myself
when I meet Mr. Wilson.

I mean, sacrificing
your child for yourself

is unforgivable.

It is, but please try, okay?

'Cause we need his help to find Paul.

Look, Katsumoto's definitely
going after Wilson

for the shopkeeper's murder

and we got to get there before he does.

♪ Why can't we be friends?

Huh.

♪ Why can't we...

Do you think he can hear us?

Detective.

You're on your way

to Henry Wilson's place of work,
aren't you?

I'll take that as a yes.
You need to turn around,

because Mr. Wilson's left work already,

went home for the day.

Are you giving us a head start?

Paul's life is at stake.

And HPD wouldn't have a lead

on this cold case without you.

Well, uh, thank you.

You're welcome.
Also, Wilson's less likely

to be scared off by you than by us.

- I don't want him to run.
- Ah, all right.

So we're helping you, then?

Just hope that he comes through,
'cause you got an hour.

After that, HPD's all over him.

Um...

What did Abby know about me?

Hmm?

Well, I mean, you seem to have
this issue with Ethan and I

discussing you, but, I mean,

you and Abby were pretty serious
for a minute there.

And since it is absolutely
normal to discuss your partner

with your...

partner, I mean, surely I must
have come up in conversation.

No. Not at all.

Can I help you?

Hello, Mr. Wilson.

Um, we're private investigators

and we're actually looking
for your son Paul.

Well, he's not here.

What's this about?

Well, this is about the bullet

that's been lodged inside him
for the last 12 years.

We also know about
the shopkeeper that you murdered.

Are you going to deny it?

No.

I'm not.

I've been waiting 12 years
for this to catch up to me.

I'm almost relieved that it has.

Was your son shot with the same gun?

I'd never done anything
like that before.

I needed to feed my kids...

it got out of hand.

I came home,

I put the gun in my nightstand.

He must have seen me.

Paul,

look what I got.

Is that Dad's?

Let me see.

No!

When I heard the gun go off...

That was the worst day of my life.

But that moment, I made a deal with God

that I would never break the law
or hurt anybody ever again

so long as my boy was okay.

And he was.

Well, he's not anymore.

He's in trouble.

The bullet has migrated
and punctured his lung

and he'd refused treatment at hospital.

He didn't tell me he was in any pain.

But he knew that this time,

I would make him get it fixed properly,

and Paul doesn't want to give me up.

Mr. Wilson, his condition is worsening,

and we need your help to find him.

Yeah,
Paul's cell phone is turned off and...

uh, there's no registered
number for Tanner.

How do you get in contact with him?

Uh, well, he has a prepaid cell.

What's she doing?

We're trying to track
his location to the phone.

Anything?

They're at Ethan's house.

I don't understand.
Why would they be at his house?

- Come on. Pick up.
- The clinic doctor said

they need a surgeon.

Ethan was the only one they know.

Come on, Ethan.

- You've reached...
- Damn it. Voice mail.

Go faster.

We brought you back here to do it.

You have to do it.

You have to listen to me...

I'm going in.

Hold on. He has a record.

You have no idea what he's capable of.

Look, shooting his brother
really tore him apart

and he went down a bad path,
but he's trying to do better.

He won't hurt anybody if I'm here.

Just get behind me.

- Okay. Let him know you're here.
- Tanner!

Hey... Who the hell are they?

We're private investigators.

Dr. Shah hired us to help find Paul

so he could help save his life.

He's right here, so save him.

You don't have to put a gun on me.

I want to do the surgery.

But I can't do it here,
it could kill him.

You won't let that happen.

Tanner, it isn't enough
that he's a surgeon.

He needs a sterile environment,
he needs anesthesia,

- proper instruments.
- You got to listen to them.

We have to get him to the hospital.

We can't...

go.

Yes, you can.

You don't have to protect me anymore.

No. No.

They'll take you away.

It's time for me to turn myself in, son.

No. No.

It's what I want.

I won't let you do that.

What if your father was
to leave the Island?

Our priority was to save Paul's life.

That was the case that we took.

What do you say?

Here.

This is Dr. Ethan Shah.

I need an ambulanceYou're gonna make it.

- At 173 Kumuhau Street.
- You hear me?

I have a 22-year-old male

in severe respiratory distress.

Katsumoto's gonna kill us.

HPD can catch up to Mr. Wilson.

We couldn't let Paul die.

Paul?

Paul! What happened?

- He's unconscious.
- No, no, no. He can't die.

Tools, medical bag, office.

Tanner, move away from him.

Calm down.

He's-he's gonna be okay.

- Jules?
- Here.

Here.

Great.

- Rip open his shirt.
- Okay.

Whoa, whoa, what are you doing to him?

If we don't do a needle decompression,

he'll be dead in five minutes.

It's gonna be all right.

Is he okay?

It won't last.

We can't wait for EMS.
We have to take him now.

- Okay.
- Jules, legs.

Tension pneumo status
post-needle decompression

- with temporary relief.
- You can stay here,

but you can't come in.

BP dropping. I
need a chest tube set up now.

The only thing to do now is wait.

I need to call Katsumoto.

Got it.

I can't just sit here.

Get a coffee or something.

You want some?

I'm good, thank you.

Can't believe you let Wilson get away.

Uh, we... we had no other option.

We? No.

Don't pull her into this.
I'm sure this was all you.

Actually, it wasn't.

I made the decision to save a life.

Come on, Gordie.
You're gonna find Wilson.

We put out a BOLO.

So far, nothing.

Thanks a lot, pal.

I asked you to help recruit them.

Not talk them out of it.

The kid's not a good candidate.

One coffee don't make
you an expert on him.

Anyway, it didn't work.

He was worried
that you might've called me,

so he came by to reassure me
he wants to sign up.

It's fine now.

No, it's not. Joey couldn't give me

one good reason
besides making his pops proud.

This ain't some nine-to-five desk job

where you can just fail and move on.

- We need officers.
- Yeah,

but not just any officers.

We need the right ones.

And you know that's true.

You said it this morning:

We don't come out the way we went in.

We can't really know...

Not if you keep your head in the sand

and you don't talk to him.

If I'm wrong... okay.

But if I'm right...

he comes home in a body bag.

Along with the Marines he leads.

Your brother's gonna be fine.

Can I can I see him?

Yeah.

Come on.

You are quite something.

Thank you.

No, thanks goes to you.

No. I couldn't have saved Paul

if you two didn't find him.

Now if you could only find Mr. Wilson.

Think we just did.

Paul's going to be okay.

Thank you.

All of you.

I was never gonna run.

I just had to convince
Paul to get the surgery.

Like I should've done 12 years ago.

Before you take me in,

can I...

Dad?

Why'd you come back?

There's a cop out there.

Listen to me.

I'm going to jail.

I just came back to say goodbye.

No...

You can't leave us alone.

Now, you listen to me.

Now, when you were kids,

I couldn't let you get separated

and put into the system.

You needed me then.

You are not kids anymore.

And you won't be alone.

So everything worked out with Mitch.

He's gonna call Joey.

That's what I said would happen.

No. You said:

"It sucks, but there's always
a cost to doing the right thing.

"Yeah, except there wasn't a cost,
so it all worked out.

Just like I said.

I'm done.

- For the day?
- No. Done-done.

Want to see it?

- Yeah.
- Uh, yeah.

Is it... okay?

It's not okay...

Uh... it's incredible.

Hell yeah.

What he said.

So the Chicago... The Chicago is for me.

- Yeah.
- Wow.

Then you got North Carolina.

Roxboro and Pettigrew.

Well, Rick mentioned you're
a not-so-silent silent partner.

And the original owner,

Annette La Mariana Nahinu,

was from Brooklyn.
So, New York's for her.

Brooklyn!

This is... this is amazing.

I'm-I'm touched. Really. I...

H-How did you know some of these things?

You talk a lot.

I listen.

Uh, you can't even tell
that a van drove through here.

No. No, you can't.

No, this is...

this is amazing.

I-I feel like paying you

isn't enough thanks. Do you want to...

maybe, uh...

You can keep the cash.

What I need is a job.

I used to tend bar back in art school.

Any chance I could work here?

Even part time would help a lot.

You-you want to work here?

She wants, she wants to work here.

You can... Definitely.
You can start tomorrow.

- Yeah?
- Yes.

You're saving me. Thank you.

No, thank you.

You're saving us. Thanks.

Okay. Okay.

Bye. See you tomorrow.

Oh, come on.

You like her.

What?

Of course, you do realize

that now that she's gonna work for you,

she's the only woman on
this island that you can't date?

Uh...

That sucks.

But there's a cost

to doing the right thing.

I see what you did there.

Hey.

Hey.

You're not seriously angry with me

that I spoke to Ethan about
you not sleeping, are you?

I was never angry.

Okay.

Do you remember

when I felt hurt by you

and I wasn't truthful about it?

Higgy, once again...

Do you remember?

When I made a unilateral decision?

Is that what you're talking about?

Mm-hmm.

And you said that the only way
that this would work

is if we were totally truthful.

And this is a two-way street.

Okay, this is gonna sound
a little ridiculous.

I can assure you, it
won't be more ridiculous

than anything that ordinarily
comes out of your mouth.

Um...

You and I have a cone of silence.

And when I tell you something,

I expect that what I say to you
stays between us.

And now you're
in a relationship with somebody

and you guys have your own cone.

And I don't want to feel like
I have to censor myself or

hide things from you

because I'm afraid you're gonna
tell him what we talk about.

Does that make sense?

It makes absolute sense.

I'm really sorry for that.

I promise to be more respectful
in the future.

Thank you.

But you have to know that...

when I'm talking to Ethan about my day,

or just conversing with him,
it is inevitable

that you'll come up.

Because...

...you're a very important
part of my day.

Of my... life.

Back at you.