That's the guy who donated his kidney to his housekeeper.
You're engaged and I knew that.
When we kissed, I don't know, it just... it felt good.
...and right.
I felt nothing except regret.
I became involved with a patient,
and I will in no way continue to treat him medically.
What I care about is you.
- Are you okay? - No.
- What do you make of Emily? - I'm still feeling her out.
Divya's getting married in four weeks, so...
What would you think about joining HankMed?
You don't know my father.
Retired general William Collins,
currently the CEO of a Fortune 500 defense contractor,
who you feel will one day run for president.
You are not Paige Collins material.
You're weak, clumsy, unfocused.
You're not someone who'd be taken seriously in her circles.
You completely took advantage,
and you can't just charm your way out of this.
Damn it, what the hell's wrong with you, boy?
Oh, boy. Uh, nothing, general, sir.
Um, please don't shoot me again.
You're lucky I'm unarmed.
I thought you were my crazy neighbor.
No. Uh, no. I'm just here to apologize
to your daughter, sir.
Not that I dishonored her at all.
Your recon skills are sorely lacking.
Not to mention your grammar.
Yeah, they shorted me on rose petals,
and "I'm sorry" just...
Son, you have exactly five seconds to clear off my lawn.
All due respect, sir, but I...
I tried to warn you, Lawson.
Now, clean all that up.
Sorry about the potholes on the way in.
We wanted to repave the road,
but we share it with our neighbor!
Stop, he might hear you.
He's a retired general. He likes to shoot things.
Oh, let him hear. He's not gonna shoot us.
You see that old shack down there?
Uh-huh.
We had to go to court to prove
it was actually on our property.
We wanted to tear it down.
Yeah, then the old general gets it put
on the historic registry.
So we own it, but we can't touch it.
Anyways, this isn't why we called you over here.
I was hoping you'd say that.
I don't prescribe for Hatfield-McCoy syndrome.
So your daughter has a sore throat?
Natalie. She's recording an album this summer.
d You were a cold, cold boy. d
Her sore throat may not be a medical mystery.
She sings a lot.
But she also caught mono from a boy this winter.
A 16-year-old... with an eyebrow ring.
I'm just not sure whether she's downplaying real symptoms,
or faking so she can bail and get back to the city.
She wanted to hang in the city all summer
with eyebrow boy,
but we bribed her out here with this recording project.
With teens, sometimes it's better for them
to see a doctor one on one.
Well, she's certainly not gonna say anything
in front of us.
For the record, I hate needles.
Really? 'Cause most folks love 'em.
Did they turn you into a pin cushion
when you were sick?
What is a pin cushion?
A cushion for pins.
Sometimes shaped like a tomato.
- My mom had one. - Oh, like from the old days.
Yeah. She kept it by the butter churn.
Open up, please.
What's with the giant q-tip?
I'm doing a rapid strep test. Open.
And making sure your mono isn't back.
But you have no fever, no abdominal pain,
so I'm thinking it's just a virus
and some strained vocal cords.
You been singing a lot this summer?
I wouldn't be singing at all
if my parents had let me stay in the city.
You should tell them that, since they want to run my life.
Natalie, you're my patient.
I'm not gonna tell your parents anything
without your permission.
- Seriously? - Mm-hmm.
Yeah, unless we discover something life-endangering,
which I don't expect.
How come the pediatrician talked to my parents
all winter?
Well, you were much younger then.
I'm also gonna prescribe some steroids.
No way, man. I play clean.
Not the performance-enhancing kind.
These will reduce the swelling in your throat.
And I'm gonna prescribe a few days of vocal rest.
Dad?
You here?
Dad?
- That's good. - Yeah?
- Uh-huh. - How's it sounding?
It's sounding pretty good.
Well, hello there.
Hank. Now, that's a surprise.
I was just thinking the same thing.
This is the 1:00 you canceled our lunch for?
I'm afraid so.
Well, you know, I needed a doctor,
and you yourself said to me that treating family members
isn't... what is the word you used?
"Optimal."
Right. I was recommending you stay with Dr. Starnes
as your cardiologist.
I am. I did. I love him.
This is much more routine.
What kind of routine?
I'd be happy to discuss it with your father's consent.
Are you seriously pulling
doctor-patient confidentiality on me?
Sorry.
I asked you flat out, and you said
that there would be enough petals to spell it.
What do you mean "lower case"?
Who apologizes in lower case?
Look, look, look, next time I'm apologizing to somebody,
and I have to spell something out in rose petals,
I'm taking my business elsewhere.
Okay, buddy?
Well, that's telling him.
Have any faxes come in for me?
I am expecting a revised hors d'oeuvres list
from my wedding planner.
I don't know. I barely check them anymore.
Faxes are so last century, divs.
Said the man apologizing by rose petal.
It's just the 19 text messages I sent
didn't really work, so...
Do you know you could shop by text message?
Please be here to forgive me.
Oh, Evan, I forgave you two edible arrangements ago.
And why didn't you tell me that?
Because the stuff you were doing was so cute.
I kinda wanted to see what you were gonna come up with next.
Until I got this.
Oh, my God.
Hot appies more expensive than you thought?
No, it's...
I mean, yes.
They're just off the charts.
So please tell me these are from you
- and not a stalker. - They are... What?
- Who's Roy Ramis? - I don't know.
Wait a minute.
"I am sorry."
How did they get like that?
You.
Me.
- Do me a favor? - Yeah.
Hang out with me at my parents' house today.
- Why, they out of town? - Well, my mom is.
So the general wants me there
to greet his buddies, who are coming in
for some kind of a summit.
Not that I know what to say
to a bunch of defense contractors.
"Congratulations on all your global conflicts"?
Well, don't worry, we're gonna be
in another part of the house.
Well, actually, we have to be,
without background checks.
- No, I'm serious. - Whoa.
Look, Natalie, I need to hear what's going on from you.
Anything besides the nausea, pain, diarrhea?
Eww. A little.
- But my throat feels better. - Okay.
Can I sing now, Dr. Lawson? Pretty please.
Not yet, Natalie. I'm sorry.
- And, uh, call me Hank. - Hank?
- Mm-hmm. - You sure you're a doctor?
Last I checked. Please.
So try to get a lot of fluids,
and I'll give you something for the nausea.
Now, the last two things.
Number one, and number two.
Eww.
If you're looking for drugs and babies,
you're gonna be disappointed.
My parents think I've gone off the deep e,
but I'm still pretty much just a band geek.
I like geeks.
I was a med school geek once myself.
And I'm not just looking for drugs and babies.
I'm also looking for amoebas and parasites.
I know...Eww!
Hey, stranger.
Hey.
Uh, hello.
I don't think I've ever been happier to be lied to.
When you told me you never wanted to see me again.
And here you are.
HankMed is still listed as your doctor of record.
We were copied on the labs your nephrologist ran.
Did something happen?
Yes.
With your engagement?
No.
It's your urinalysis.
It showed an increase in protein and casts.
I want to examine you for...
Wait, wait, I'm...
This is a medical call.
Yes.
Adam, your numbers are...
They're something that my doctor is aware of.
I respected your feelings. Please respect mine.
I can't be near you without...
Okay, you know what, I'm sorry.
But it is important that you follow up.
I... I will.
And I'll have my medical records changed
so you aren't bothered again.
- Hello? - Hey, where are you?
Leaving a patient. What's up?
Well, I'm spending the day with Paige,
but if you'd like to play tennis with dad,
he's short a partner.
Wait, wait, wait. Dr. Starnes approved tennis?
Well, what dad calls tennis, yeah.
But did you notice any injuries
or other medical factors?
Other than being old and slow?
No. Why?
I recently became aware of another physician treating him.
The one writing him the get-out-of-jail-free card?
He found someone?
His get-out-of-jail... His what?
The other doctor. The doctor that he was...
Evan, please continue.
Damn it!
Um, you know, the... Uh-oh...
I'm having trouble hearing you. Are you talking right now?
Henr... uh... ish... connection.
And I'm... uh... ohh... a...
I know you're doing the thing
where you fake like you're losing reception.
- Uh... go... trough a canyon... - I know the trick.
Hello? Evan!
I'm gonna... I'm gonna have to hang up.
Uh... oh... be... cru...
Can you hear me now?
Your patient's the general's crazy neighbor?
You're changing the subject.
I forget what the subject is.
Dad using a doctor to avoid sentencing. What do...
Oh, yeah, that. Yeah, maybe you should talk to dad.
Ev... Evan. Evan!
I will find you!
He's a child. My brother's a child.
Thank you.
This is awesome!
What the heck?
Oh, come on, are you kidding me?
Come on.
Oh, my God.
Great.
Gentlemen... make yourselves comfortable.
I'll break out some bourbon.
All right, let's hear it.
All social and economic indicators
point to a restless, dissatisfied population
desperate for change.
The north is a given.
But we'd encounter resistance in the east.
But with an all-out blitz, I'm confident
I'm confident that we can take major cities.
- Contingent, of course... - Holy crap.
On your willingness to take the reins.
Well, that's the $64 question, isn't it?
Gentlemen, I'm intrigued.
But I'm not convinced.
And just to be clear, until I am,
this meeting never happened.
Hey, I need to run a differential.
Well, of course.
14-year-old musical dynamo... sore throat, swollen glands,
vomiting, not pregnant, no strep, o&p looks clean.
She recently recovered from mono,
but that came back negative too.
Well, a mono spot test can show a false negative.
Yeah, it can. I'll re-test in a week.
And if she has the Epstein-Barr virus,
she could develop chronic fatigue syndrome.
Yeah, which could cut
a promising musical career short.
I want another look.
Are you headed there now?
Yeah, right after I clear up something
with one of my father's doctors.
May I get your read on something?
- Sure. - Adam Pierce's test results.
Did you see them?
Yeah. I'm glad he found a specialist.
Do you think it's nephrotic syndrome?
Possibly.
I left a few messages,
but his doctor is at a conference.
And I feel that a timely follow-up is crucial.
Mm-hmm. Divya, when should we stop pretending
I don't know Adam's the patient you became involved with?
- How about now? - Now's good.
Good.
Okay, look, Adam shows no signs of edema...
Wait, wait, wait. You called him?
You treated him?
Divya, you told me you wouldn't.
I know. I did.
But his increased proteins and casts
were a frightening development.
Adam's results are concerning.
They're only frightening to someone emotionally involved.
I was worried.
- Promise me you won't... - I won't.
I won't see him.
Whether you see him or not is your business.
And if you want to talk about that, we can.
But as part of HankMed, you cannot treat him.
I will follow up.
Understood?
Okay.
Why is my fight or flight instinct kicking in?
Which one are you leaning towards?
Flight, but I'm exhausted.
Look, you treating my dad...
The whole thing is bad in every way.
He called me and asked me for my help.
Yeah, when my dad's in a jam,
he can be very persuasive.
That doesn't mean you have to be persuaded.
Please, I want to help. You and him.
I would have killed for a father
who cares the way yours does.
Okay. Only in this case,
it's never quite clear who he's caring about more,
us or him.
Look, Hank, he's a sweet man with a heart condition,
who owes the government some money.
Wow, you sound just like him.
Minimizing, justifying.
Oh, my God, I'm dating my father.
There's a take on the oedipal complex
I haven't heard.
Look, I want my dad to catch a break.
I do. But not at your expense.
I mean, thank you.
Thank you for wanting to help him... and me.
Really.
But we can't diagnose what a patient wants,
or even what we want.
No matter how sweet he is, we report what we see.
We do. And we make judgment calls.
Yeah, but we don't make things up.
I mean, my dad's playing three sets of tennis a day
in public.
Did you spin the recovery time on his stress test?
Did you even do a stress test?
I did my job, Hank.
And you're welcome.
Give me the secret code, or I can't let you out.
Paige?
- Paige... - Why didn't you text me sooner?
How long were you in there?
I... I wasn't in there. I was never in there.
I was never here. I'm gonna go home right now.
Oh, you overheard daddy's meeting.
Okay, Paige, daddy...
He's plotting the overthrow of some unsuspecting country.
Yeah, I know. Our country.
Okay, now, don't tell me. I don't...
La la la la!
Through elections, Evan.
Those guys are here to woo him into running.
I thought...
For what? For president?
Bite your tongue. Okay? It's only the senate.
But even that would ruin my life.
Can you see me wrapped in an American flag?
I'm picturing it.
It's totally rocking my vote, yeah.
Thank you.
But those guys, they'll never convince him.
All right, daddy is a man of the troops.
He's not a politician.
The only way he'll run is if the public drafts him.
And with that gruff personality he puts on,
it's just not gonna happen.
I don't think that's "put on."
Whoa... What is that?
Dad's cronies throwing him a rager?
No, it's the neighbors.
But there will be rage. Come on.
Move the table to the porch, please.
Thank you.
See, daddy, easy as pie.
Listen to that noise.
We use stuff like that to flush insurgents
out of their hidey-holes.
- But... - Damn it!
I wanted to show the boys where I do my tanning.
That's funny, I was actually...
I was gonna compliment you on that.
You have, like, a natural, healthy glow to you.
Not that kind of...
- I tan animal hides, Lawson. - Oh.
- Use what I kill. - Right.
Patton, MacArthur, come on, somewhere else.
Those crazies next door,
they put some kind of a generator in the candle house.
They've got cords running up to power that infernal racket!
It's a sacrilege!
Okay, that does it.
Evan and I are gonna go over there
and ask them to turn it down.
- Yeah. Okay? Yeah. - Okay?
Son, keep your eye open
for any further renovations afoot.
Anything.
Can do, sir. Thank you, sir.
Consider yourself my unmanned drone.
Are you sure you feel better, 'cause your throat looks worse.
Yeah, the lesions on your throat are redder,
and there's oropharyngeal swelling.
Is a big word supposed to scare me?
Whatever gets your attention.
It means mouth and throat. How's your appetite?
Voracious.
Is that big word supposed to distract me
from noticing your lunch sitting over there untouched?
I play better on an empty stomach.
You ever try hitting a high note
with a turkey sandwich in your belly?
I'll eat when we finish this track.
Fair enough.
I'm gonna start you on some antibiotics.
Awesome!
I'm glad you're on board. Wow.
- Paige! - Ah, how cute is your hair!
Answer, so cute!
I cut it before the summer.
- There's this boy... - Oh.
- I'll fill you in later. - Okay.
I guess the feud doesn't extend to the next generation.
- She used to babysit. - Oh.
Natty, this is Evan.
How you doing? Nice to meet you.
Hi. How cute is your boyfriend!
- Answer, so cute! - Right?
Hey, guys, let's take it from the top.
I want you guys to hear this.
You know what, actually,
um, we kind of already have heard it,
- like, for the last hour. - Too loud?
Sorry, I was trying to work out the bass line.
Hey, I'm not done with you.
Hey, guys, we gotta dial down the volume.
Thank you. Thanks a lot.
The most polite feud ever.
You can play louder than that, if you want,
we blew a fuse again.
Dad, I thought the generator was supposed to fix that.
Yeah, so did I. Let me check it out.
Any chance of foul play, captain?
This structure's been the source of a long-running feud.
At present, it looks like a generator ignited
some fuel oil being stored inside.
There's no sign of any airborne toxins, doctor.
Thanks for letting me know. I appreciate it.
I'm glad to see everyone's okay.
Probably happy, even.
Yes, we love having explosions near our home.
I hope you're not saying you think
we had something to do with this.
Okay, whoa. Everyone just calm down.
- Daddy, I know you're angry. - I am not angry.
At least I wasn't.
Guys, it seemed to me... it lived its life.
Like a candle house in the wind.
Well, I thought it was beautiful.
Thank you. So you don't think your dad had anything to do you
with the explosion, right?
Are you kidding me? He loved that candle house.
Okay, good.
- I should get him a bourbon. - Right. Of course.
Excuse me. Don Lobell, Dan's papers.
You're Evan Lawson, Paige Collins' boyfriend, right?
Yeah, actually, Evan r. Lawson,
the CFO of HankMed.
Terrific. Can you confirm that general Norman Schwarzkopf
was here earlier?
General Sch...
- Uh, no comment. - What about the rumors
that general Collins is seeking office?
- No comment. - Is it congress?
Governor? Bigger?
Look, Don...
The general is a man of the troops.
He's not a politician.
The only way he'll run... and I mean the only way...
is if the people draft him. You know?
Because he could never say no to the people.
But again, though, no comment.
I know that it sounds a little crazy.
A little?
And obviously, the odds against my being a match
are astronomical.
But since no one in Adam's family matched Tali,
I mean, they wouldn't match him either, so...
Divya...
You don't even know if Adam needs a kidney.
Exactly. So why not get tested,
and see if the antigens line up?
Because he's your patient.
Because you're getting married.
Because it's unnecessary.
Do you want me to keep going?
But...
Let's say that we do match.
Then it would explain our connection.
I mean, I could be like the universe
telling me something.
That's asking a lot of the universe.
If you want to break your engagement,
then break it.
That is not what I meant... at all.
Sorry to have bothered you at work.
My nephrologist, he scheduled a re-draw.
He said not to worry.
But after two HankMed visits in one day,
maybe I should start.
I'm not here to second-guess your nephrologist,
believe me.
But the numbers weren't great,
and I was in the neighborhood, so...
You know what happened between me and Divya, don't you?
Yeah, I do. Breathe in for me, please.
One more time.
Well, no pericardial or pleuritic friction.
That's good.
So you think there's any hope?
Well, I don't see any ecchymosis or edema, so...
I meant with Divya.
I know.
The good news is you seem pretty healthy.
When do you, uh, see your nephrologist?
Tomorrow afternoon.
Adam, do you work out a lot?
Man, what is it with you HankMed people?
I'm like catnip to you.
No, no, no, it's not that.
When you have glomerulonephritis,
strenuous exercise can generate a rise
in proteins in the urine.
I've been lifting and running.
Okay. Well, take a break for a few days,
and I'll bet your numbers will return to normal.
I will. Thanks.
- What a relief. - Yeah.
All right. So long.
- Hey, Hank. - Yeah?
I really do care about Divya.
And I didn't mean to complicate things.
I just want to do what's best for her.
Then that's what you should do.
"Itigbs," huh?
That was a text to remember.
You figure it out?
"I think I'm gonna be sick."
- A-plus, doctor. - Thank you.
Here's your prize.
Hey, go get it.
What's this?
Some of the music I'm into.
Check out the arcade fire track.
- It's pretty killer. - Nice. Thank you.
But uh, "iwtkwgo."
"I want to know what's going on."
Well, my stomach's worse.
And not just because of that joke.
And my stool... there, I said it...
has gotten dark.
Eww, this is a gross conversation.
It's about to get grosser.
Did you notice any blood?
Go on, guy.
Take that drool-covered thing back to your house.
What... what is that?
Deer hide, I think.
The general liked to shoot unarmed animals.
Natalie, would you show me your hands?
These black spots, do they hurt?
No. They just appear.
Why? What are they?
Don't tell me this is one of those
life-endangering exceptions you talked about.
I don't think so, but you may have been infected
by a bacterium.
Bacillus anthracis.
I'm using the big words
because I don't want you to be scared by the small one.
- What's the word? - Anthrax.
Where would I have gotten that?
I'm sorry for your loss, sir.
I know that candle house was like a son to you.
Honey, would you turn that thing off?
I'm in no mood.
Daddy, what is that?
Nothing.
Too many cigars.
- Did you see that? - Yeah.
That was weird... medically speaking.
Is something wrong with my dad?
I'll get Hank.
Animals can get anthrax by ingesting soil
containing the bacterium.
People get it in their skin by handling infected hides,
or, if spores are airborne in their intestines and lungs.
So basically, the general's backwoods hobby
endangered our daughter's life.
I'm not dying. Listen to Hank.
Again, this is a hunch.
The good news is your daughter's already on antibiotics,
and her symptoms suggest we caught this early.
Are Patton and MacArthur sick?
Possibly, but the dogs look healthy,
which is a good sign.
I've called Hamptons heritage.
They'll run the cultures I sent,
and then we'll know for sure.
What about Natty's band members
and the rest of our household?
Well, the hospital will offer prophylactic cipro to all of you.
But no one else touched the hide,
so there's no cause for alarm.
Pack up. We'll drive to the hospital
after I stop next door.
Hey, I'm coming with you.
I have a few words I want to say to the general.
I'm sure you do, but stay with Natalie.
She needs you right now.
Why am I getting all these...
What?
What's up?
"Go 4 it, general."
Suddenly, all my contacts want my dad to...
"Draft Collins for senate"?
How in the world would they have...
Evan...
I still can't believe it.
I dressed those kills myself.
Those animals were healthy.
Yeah, or they just looked healthy.
If something I did made that little girl sick,
is... is there anything I can do?
Let me examine you.
You're coughing, and I can see
you're having trouble swallowing.
Well, like I told Paige, it's my allergies.
All do respect, sir, you said
it was all the cigars you were smoking.
Daddy, let Hank examine you.
Open your mouth, please.
Say ahh.
- Ahh. - Okay.
I can tell you it's not anthrax.
You're right.
Anthrax doesn't present with singed nasal hairs.
Looks like you were close to a fire.
Or an explosion.
I just wanted to shut that music.
But I never wanted to do it this way.
Some old lamp oil got spilled.
I tried to mop it up, but...
Then one accident led to another.
After all the fighting to save that damn place,
I blew it up myself.
Yeah... yeah, I don't like this.
I'm seeing tracheal burns and swelling.
Okay, I'm pulling it out now.
Ev, call 911.
Tell them it's a chemical burn and endangered airway.
Now. Thank you.
Paige, hold this for me, please.
- Oh, for Pete's sake! - No talking.
With the condition of your trachea, I just...
I want to avoid an intubation in the field.
Intubation?
Yeah. They're on their way. Yeah.
Okay, steady breaths. Stay calm.
How can I with all that racket?
It's just some drums. Ignore it.
No, let's not.
Evan, Paige, monitor his breathing.
I'll be right back, okay?
If you hear any wetness or crackling,
- yell for me. - You got it.
Don't touch these drums.
The drums are made from animal hides.
And since their drummer also has some necrotic spots
starting on his hands...
- I think you found the source. - Mm-hmm.
And another reason not to date drummers.
The way this girl plays,
plenty of spores probably landed on her food.
We were so quick to blame general Collins.
He blew up my shed.
Dad, you wanted it demolished.
Still.
Paige. Paige!
Let her go first.
Look, I am so sorry for being cagey,
but it thought that if I told you
that this was a peace summit,
neither one of you would have shown up.
This isn't necessary, Mr. Lawson.
That's something we can agree on.
You know, you are both great doctors.
And any sign to the contrary, my fault.
You know, my lawyers suggested
that poor health might have a positive effect
on my sentencing.
He also suggested that the courts do not look kindly
on medical records that are generated
by family members.
Okay, dad, what's your point?
Well, I feel bad. I want to help.
So I know that you and Dr. Peck are...friends.
So I persuaded her to help me try and find a way
to stay out of prison and spend time with my boys.
Look, I would like that too, dad... Really, I would.
- But you can't ask... - Don't be mad at her.
- What... I'm... - Or me.
We were just following legal advice.
If there's any fault here, it's with the lawyers.
Lawyers...
You know what Shakespeare said.
"Kill 'em all. Let God sort it out."
Okay.
He's not a big reader.
I think your father believes that actually helped.
He is an optimist.
What about you?
Me, I'm not sure.
Look, if I accused you of something you didn't do,
I apologize.
But I guess I don't know what's over the line for you
because after all this,
I feel like I barely know you.
Like that thing you said about not having a father who cared.
What is that? What happened?
You don't want to know.
Well, I do want to know.
Well, it's not gonna happen.
I don't go there, and I certainly
don't take anybody else.
Emily...
No, seriously.
Don't think you just need to put in more time.
This is me. This is what you get.
There's more to you than this.
I told you from the start, Hank...
I know. And now I'm telling you
it's not enough for me.
If this is all we're gonna be,
it's not what I want.
I'm sorry.
For the record, Hank,
you got closer than anyone else.
So... Did I help?
You know what, dad, maybe you did.
Long day?
You're still here.
I am.
How are your patients?
Uh, the general's oxygenating better.
Natalie's fighting off the infection.
She and her drummer were already working on new riffs
in the E.R... She is awesome.
Oh, one piece of bad news.
We will have to resume the search for your replacement.
Dr. peck isn't interested?
We broke up.
I had to end it.
I thought I ended things with Adam.
But then...
I didn't intend to mislead you.
Ehh...
Ahh...
Why is it that people who are wrong for us
seem more exciting than those who are right?
Is Adam wrong,
or is he just new?
You know, the excitement and thrill of the unknown,
where it's all about potential and what could be.
Sometimes that's deceptive.
You know, until it's not.
The last time Raj was new to me,
we were both in diapers.
Ah, but is it that simple, that Raj is known
and Adam is new?
It's a working hypothesis.
How come you and I are so good
at diagnosing other people,
and so lousy at figuring out our own problems?
Maybe because it's harder to see inside.
We do have a portable X-ray.
If only it were that simple.
And from this site, a warning lantern was flashed,
telling the American troops to retreat.
Son, I'd like a word with you.
Um, yeah, whatever it is, it wasn't my fault,
because I just got here, sir...
All this public attention, not really my style.
It never would have happened if you hadn't opened
your big yap.
Yeah.
I'm sorry. Paige told you?
No. You just did.
Oh, that...
Wow, you're pretty good.
If left to my own devices,
I might never have tested the political waters.
But apparently... people like me.
So I guess your gaff was the shot in the ass I needed.
I guess that makes us even, then.
So how goes the album?
Almost done, Hank, thanks to you.
Ah, please. You're the one with the talent.
- I just got you healthy. - That's a talent.
Yeah.
You know, for an old guy who's a doctor,
you're pretty cool.
Thank you. You're pretty cool too.
Go get 'em, kid.
I sorry.
I happy.
Tali. Hi.
Hi.
Is Adam here?
Oh, he left last night.
He's filming in Peru for a few months.
Can I give him a message?
No.
No, uh, I have his number.
All right.
You don't have anything to stop her
from growing up, do you, Hank?
No. Unfortunately, I do not.
But I think she's doing just fine.
You don't have to worry so much.
Are you saying we set too many boundaries?
You are her parents. Isn't that your job?
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