I'm Hank. I was your typical emergency room doctor.
Until I got fired.
You let a billionaire hospital trustee die
to save some kid off the street.
I made a judgment call.
You made a mistake.
This is my brother.
I'm Evan R. Lawson, CPA.
He took me away from my troubles and to the Hamptons.
And suddenly, I had a chance to become a whole new kind of doctor.
It turns out the wealthy and not so wealthy out here
could use a guy who makes house calls.
So, I've got a second chance to do what I do best.
So.
So that happened.
Finally.
Not that I was getting impatient. I just meant that... That...
Never mind.
Boy, I'm relieved.
That it finally happened.
No. That you're even worse at having this conversation than I am.
Happy to help out.
Hmm.
I've got to ask. What is that tattoo about?
It's from my crazy days.
You know, sowing my wild oats, acting on impulse.
You know how it is.
Not really.
Wait. You're telling me that you never went through a rebellious phase?
I didn't go to an Ivy League med school. Does that count?
You have to have a rebellious phase, Hank. Everybody does.
I disagree. I mean, why?
So you can have an awkward conversation about it
the morning after you sleep with someone.
Well, we were doing that just fine before all this.
Now, that, we agree on.
I can think of something else we will definitely agree on.
Breakfast in bed.
No. That's too much trouble.
Well, a couple of bowls, spoons, a box, and some milk.
Okay. You're right. That isn't any trouble at all.
See? Was that so hard?
Tucker. What's going on?
Uh, I know this is kind of an aggressive move, showing up at your doorstep,
but I have an aggressive dilemma.
No, no, no. Come on in.
Uh, you know what? Why don't we, uh...
Why don't we go outside? Okay?
Come on.
Eighty-seven dollars.
Wow. That's more than I spent buying women cocktails last night.
Keep it, man. Ciao.
I really need a car.
Why would you think Libby's cheating on you?
Because after she borrowed my laptop,
there were pregnancy websites in the browser history.
And she's been moody, and she's been tired. And her...
Chestal area has undergone, like, an extreme growth spurt.
And how is it you know these are pregnancy indicators?
From the pregnancy websites.
You read them, too?
Yeah, well... When in Rome...
Okay. Look.
Even if she is pregnant, that doesn't mean she's cheating on you.
Well, it does if we've never slept together.
Oh. Yeah, that kind of does.
I love her, Hank. Or I... Or I did.
Then talk to her.
And listen to what she says, even if it isn't what you want to hear.
Because maybe this is a misunderstanding and maybe it's not,
but either way, you can't solve it alone.
Hey.
Well, good morning, Jill.
Good morning. Um... Have you seen Hank?
He's outside. In an EMBM. Early Morning Business Meeting.
Oh.
Looks like you had fun last night.
Mmm. Looks like Hank did, too.
I'd expect a more mature reaction from someone eating Fruity Puffs.
Actually, Fruity Puffs are high in calcium.
They help strengthen your bones and teeth.
That's the milk. Really?
Yeah, really. Okay, these are horrible for you.
Hey, Jill. Jesus.
Tucker. Hi, how are you?
Uh, in an existential crisis. You?
Wait for it.
It's urgent.
Uh, Iz-May Ewberg-Nay.
Ms. Newparts Newberg?
Mmm. Hell of an encryption system.
I'm operating on very little sleep.
I'll let you guys get to work.
I'll walk you to your car.
So, yeah. We've never officially met. But I've heard a lot about you.
Evan R. Lawson. CFO of HankMed.
Tucker Bryant, 16.
Cool. So, that's your Ferrari outside, huh?
Yeah. One of them.
Oh, my God. That must be nice.
Last night, I was at this club. I was hitting on the hottest girl there.
Like, by far, the hottest girl there. She's a model from Wilhelmina.
And I was right about to close the deal. Like, right, right, right there.
And then she found out I didn't have a car. You know what she said?
Wait. Hold on. You don't have a car?
That's exactly what she said. Like, that's... Even the way she said it.
I heard that, like, three times last night.
Well, listen. Dad does a lot of business with Bridgehampton Motors.
Tell them Marshall Bryant sent you. They'll hook you up.
Really? Yeah.
Thanks, man. Wow.
No problem, dude. It was nice to meet you. I've got to go.
Okay.
You know what? Uh...
Let me return the favor by dropping some of my lady knowledge on you.
Your lady knowledge?
Yeah. Knowledge about ladies. Not just stuff ladies know.
You know, lady knowledge. Yeah. I get around. Without a car?
Let's not dwell on that, okay? Let's just move past that.
Thank heaven you're here.
Oh.
Sore throat, cough, fever, mucus.
It started a couple of days ago, and I'm worried, Hank.
She's my right hand and my left. And sometimes my brain.
Esperanza, I told you to go to bed.
You should be convalescing, not cleaning.
And let your tchotchkes go undusted? How could I live with myself?
And I told you, I don't need a doctor.
Hank is more than a doctor. He's family.
Now, sit down, and I'm going to get you something to drink.
All right, Esperanza. Let me have a look at you.
Why don't you sit down over here?
Okay. Would you open your mouth, please?
Deep breath in.
Out.
And again.
I hear crackling in the right base. Sounds like pneumonia.
101.2.
Okay. Rest, fluids, some antibiotics,
and you'll be back on your feet in no time.
No time is too much time.
I need to be better by tomorrow. To help Ms. Newberg with the event.
You need to stay in bed.
It's a religious rite of passage.
And it's important to her.
She needs me, and I'm not going to let her down.
Yeah. One sec, Esperanza.
If she exerts herself in this condition,
we'll be back here in 24 hours looking at a more severe case.
I mean, there has to be a way we can help her.
A liter of five percent dextrose and normal saline.
Two milligrams magnesium sulfate.
A hundred mils thiamin, a mil of folic acid...
Banana bag. Exactly.
If it gets me on my feet, I'll eat six bags.
Esperanza, you don't need to do anything but lie there.
You sound like my husband.
Okay.
I'll find a place to hang it.
Okay. You're all set. I'll check on you tomorrow.
The doctor says I'll be okay by tomorrow.
Oh, Hank. My man. My miracle worker.
You're always there for me. Come to the Bark Mitzvah. I insist.
I'm sorry. Did you say "Bark" Mitzvah?
Yes. For our good little boy, Koufax.
Tomorrow, he's a man.
But today, he's a dog.
Nevertheless, he's family.
My husband was Jewish, and this is how we agreed to raise the children.
So, you'll come?
Uh, mostly to keep an eye on Esperanza.
And to see your dog become a man.
Delicious. But I bet they don't make a bowl of cereal like I do.
I bet they make it faster.
Again, I'm sorry about that.
And again, it's okay. It's not like you want to be interrupted.
Right.
Or is it?
What I haven't told you is this isn't actually a phone.
It's an alarm that's set to go off whenever I get dangerously relaxed.
I'm sorry. I've got to do a follow-up.
It's okay.
Oh, hey. You want to go to a party tomorrow?
What kind of party?
A Bark Mitzvah. A what Mitzvah?
Yeah. It's when a Jewish dog turns 13 and is required to...
I'm not seriously trying to explain this.
It's a party. I've got to go. I will call you later.
Bye.
Good morning, Ms. Casey.
Dr. Adams.
See you at the board meeting later?
Oh, you know I love a good board meeting.
Now, tell me. Was that Hank Lawson you were having breakfast with just now?
Do you know him? I know he had a fairly easy time
borrowing our MRI truck.
I know you offered him the ER job, which he turned down.
And I know that you and I have been down this road before, Jill.
And which road is that, Dr. Adams?
The one with your personal life on one side,
your professional life on the other,
and a very thin, blurry line running down the middle.
Just pick a lane, Ms. Casey. It's safer that way.
So, why don't you just, uh, drop me at the dealership,
do your follow-up call, and pick me up on your way back?
Because that would deprive us of valuable bonding time.
Okay. Great. Cool. What do you... What would you like to...
Evan. It's because they're in opposite directions.
I was being sarcastic.
Yeah. Right. Yeah. Well, it's hard to tell with your accent sometimes.
So, uh... That's cool. Sorry.
It's locked.
Hello. Ms. Day?
Yes?
Hi. We're from HankMed. I'm Divya Katdare, and this is...
Evan R. Lawson. Hi. CFO. Nice to meet you.
Divya Katdare. What are the odds?
What are the odds of what? Your mother hired me
to help plan your engagement party.
Your what?
Evan, go wait in the car.
In fact, I just got the mock-up of the invitation. Where is it? Ah. Here we go.
I'm sure you are mistaken.
You're saying there's two Divya Katdares in the Hamptons?
Yeah, the odds of that would be...
Evan. Go wait in the car.
So, I'm going to go wait in the car.
Uh, it's been a pleasure meeting you, though. Bye.
Look. I'm sorry if I spoke out of turn.
Quite all right. Evan?
Yeah? Car.
All right.
If you want, um... This one's extra.
You can take it and decide if you like the design...
Thank you, Ms. Day.
But I'm sure whatever my mother selects will be perfectly acceptable.
Now let's listen to your lungs, shall we?
Antoine was asleep when you came.
Otherwise, I would have had you look in on him then.
I thought he was just jetlagged. But apparently, he's sick, too.
And who exactly is Antoine?
He's my Tunisian decorator. Oh, he's fabulous.
And he's family, just like you.
Antoine, meet Hank, my on-call magician.
How long have you felt sick?
Uh... A week, perhaps.
Antoine travels the world searching for only the most fabulous things for my houses.
Coming from Paris, I was seated in the last row of the business class,
next to the curtain.
But the germs, they do not respect the curtain.
Yeah, germs are like that. Would you breathe in for me?
And again?
Hmm. Well, I know you weren't searching for it,
but what you've found is this fabulous case of pneumonia that's going round.
This explains why it has been so painful when I smoke.
No. No smoking, Antoine. And no party tomorrow, either. Just rest.
You're probably still contagious.
No smoking. No drinking. Alone in bed.
I am a disgrace to France.
Can you get post-traumatic stress disorder from sticker shock?
Only if you can afford the car.
Otherwise, it's called delusions of grandeur.
Look. What you heard back there,
I want you to forget it. Understood?
Um, I would. Like, I really want to.
Except this invitation keeps reminding me.
You rifled through a patient's file, Evan?
No. I did not.
It was sticking out of a folder that you threw in my lap, actually.
And PS, it's not rifling if you know what you're looking for.
Whatever it is you think that you know about me, you know nothing.
Well, if that was some kind of Jedi mind trick, it didn't work,
because I still know you're engaged.
You couldn't possibly understand my situation.
Frankly, sometimes I don't understand it.
But, please. Just let it go.
Why are you so clinical? Divya, it's not a situation. It's a wedding.
It's... It's two people in love,
forcing their friends to dance to We Are Family. You know?
It's...
Wait a minute. Is this an arranged marriage?
Why? Why, because I'm Indian?
Why, that's... That's quite an unenlightened stereotype.
Yes. It's a strategic marriage.
I knew it. I can't believe it.
Like, have you even met this guy?
Rajan Bandy... Bandyopad?
Ban... Bandyopad.
Bandyopadhyay.
Yeah, I would have got it.
Of course I've met him.
Well, that's good.
Oh, my God.
Is he buying you? Is this, like, a mail-order thing?
No. Oh, thank God.
I grew up with him.
And he is wonderful. And handsome. Smart. Successful. Kind.
Do you want to marry him?
You're the first person who's asked me that.
People don't usually ask questions they don't want the answers to.
Thank you. Mmm-hmm.
Evan?
Yeah.
If you breathe a word of this to anyone,
I will find a medically plausible way to kill you.
And get away with it.
Is Newberg's dog 13 in people years or dog years?
You know, I was wondering the same thing,
until I realized it's a dog party, and we have better things to think about.
Hello? Can you hear me? Where the hell are my yarmulkes?
Yarmulkes? The beanies without the propellers?
Ms. Newberg. Hi! Shalom. And, uh, mazel tov.
Thank you so much for having us.
Yes, it is. Uh, it is long-a. Trust me.
Oh, Hank!
I believe you know Jill Casey.
Hello, Ms. Newberg. Of course.
I didn't know you two were a couple.
Well, we're... Not.
Well, it looks like you might have some things to discuss.
Uh... Yeah, so, how's Esperanza doing?
Tip-top, thanks to you. You saved us again.
You feel a little warm.
That's because I'm simmering with excitement.
This is a big day for Koufax.
Yes, it is. Mazelruff.
Hey, Tucker.
Oh. Evan. What's up, man?
Nothing.
Good to see you. You a friend of the family or something?
Yeah, uh, kind of. Fleming and Koufax
were in obedience class together, so...
Fleming?
Libby's dog.
Oh. But Fleming is his name?
Yeah, it's like the guy who invented penicillin.
Oh. Of course. Wow. So, did you, uh, take my advice?
No, man. I cannot rifle through her stuff.
Again, it's not rifling if you know what you're look... Okay.
Dude. If you don't trust her enough to snoop
because you think you're going to find something bad, you don't trust her at all.
Which means that the real insult would be to not go through her stuff.
Hi.
Hi. Here, show some respect.
How many are the things you have made, O Lord.
The fish of the sea. The beasts of the field.
The birds of the air...
About before... With the couple thing?
What couple thing?
The "us" couple thing? Shh.
I thought there was no "us" couple thing.
You're mad.
Mad? No, I'm not mad. I'm just confused.
Shh.
RABBl: With wisdom, you made them all.
The earth is full of your creations.
It's just... Do we really need a label?
Shh.
Will the Bark Mitzvah boy please come up?
Yeah, I like labels. They let me know what things are.
Find an ice pack. I need my bag.
Breathe out.
Okay, your lungs sound awful.
Just like Antoine's and Esperanza's did.
What does that mean?
It means you ought to end this party and go to bed.
These are not breath mints, are they?
I'm sorry, dude.
Um... What are you doing in there, Tucker?
Yeah. Actually, what are you doing?
Are you insane? Give me that.
You owe me an explanation.
I think you owe me an apology.
What are you doing with birth control?
What are you doing going through my purse?
Finding birth control, for one thing.
A woman's purse is sacrosanct, Tucker.
It's a virtual extension of her person.
How can I trust you now?
Oh, that's really, really funny you should say that, Libby.
Because I was just wondering the exact same thing.
Okay, so, guys, um...
Now that we've established the fact that we have trust issues...
Who the hell are you?
I'm, uh, Evan R. Lawson. CFO of, uh, HankMed.
I'm going to leave you to it. So, Tucker, talk later.
How's Ms. Newberg doing?
Dehydrated, feverish, coughing,
and insisting the party continue without her.
So... Can we talk about things?
Okay.
My job isn't like yours, Hank.
I deal with perception.
And with a small community where people might wonder
if my relationship with you could compromise my judgment.
Well, does it compromise your judgment?
No. Okay.
So, then, who cares what people think?
I know I shouldn't. But I do.
My ex was a local doctor, too.
So he's a doctor and I'm a doctor. That doesn't make me him.
But I'm the same person.
Making good professional choices,
bad personal ones, and paying the price for it.
And at some point, I... I may just need to learn from my mistakes.
Oh, okay. So, now, we're a mistake.
No. It's...
It's a long story, and we don't have time for long stories right now.
Okay. So, what are you saying?
For now, I'd just like to keep "us" between us.
Hank!
What happened?
She started coughing and passed out.
She told me yesterday she's a diabetic. Where's her blood sugar equipment?
Uh, on the kitchen counter. The insulin's in the fridge.
I'll get it. Next to the Botox!
Her breath's fruity. Because of fruit?
No. Because she's a diabetic in ketoacidosis. Help me get her up.
All right. I need to get some fluids in her. My bag?
Thank you. Hold that.
Whatever this respiratory thing is,
it threw her sugars out of whack and sent her into DKA.
What is it? The flu?
Well, I thought it was pneumonia, only it hasn't responded to antibiotics,
and it's moving through this place.
Antoine, Esperanza, Newberg...
Bonnie Day.
Bonnie Day?
My party planner.
Divya treated her in town yesterday.
And what was Divya's diagnosis?
That I should wait in the car.
I diagnosed her with walking pneumonia, prescribed antibiotics,
and advised rest and fluids.
And how are you feeling?
Fine. Uh, what can I do?
Get here quick with oxygen, a foley, a urometer, a green top tube,
and plenty of ceftriaxone and azithromycin. Then hope one of them works,
because so far, nothing has on anyone whose had extended contact with Patient Zero.
And who is Patient Zero?
So, Antoine, are you feeling any better?
I feel like crap.
Even without my high school French, I could have translated that.
When you were in Paris, were you in contact with anyone who was ill?
No. It wasn't Paris. It was 20 hours in the air.
Why did it take you 20 hours to fly to New York from France?
Because I was coming first from China.
And what were you doing in China?
Buying things. Ceramics from Guangdong, silks from Hunan...
Hunan? Hunan Province?
Oui. Filthy place.
Chickens everywhere. Does that matter?
I'm afraid it might.
Why won't you just admit that you're cheating on me?
Because I'm not, Tucker.
The only person who's done anything wrong here is you.
I only went through your purse because I trusted you enough
to think that I wouldn't find anything.
But I did find something, which means that you're the one who violated my trust.
That's the most twisted, asinine thing you,
and possibly anyone, has ever said, Tucker.
I'm done. We're over. I'm out of here.
What did you find out?
That this thing seems to have originated with Newberg's house guest
after his recent trip to Hunan Province in China.
China? So what are you thinking? SARS? Avian Flu?
Doubtful, and I don't want to jump to any conclusions,
but we can't afford to rule anything out.
Hank, I really, really need to leave.
Actually, Libby, I don't think that's such a good idea.
Okay, everyone,
please bear with me until we can be sure that when we do leave here,
we're not taking anything with us but the gift bag.
So, anyone feeling sick, stay in the living room.
Everyone else, outside.
Thank you.
Shouldn't we get the critical patients to the ICU?
Well, how many free beds do you have?
At the moment? Two.
No. Then, we're past that.
You'd be boarding patients in the ER from the word "go"
and risk infecting the hospital.
So, right now this is the hospital.
Uh-huh.
Hello. This is Bridgehampton, not North Korea.
Why aren't you telling us what this is?
Because we don't know what it is yet.
Well, I feel feverish. I feel lightheaded. I just got a chill.
Oh, my God. Here it comes. It's Legionnaire's, isn't it, Hank? Just tell me if it is.
Libby, level with me. Are you really feeling sick?
Yes.
Okay. Um... Are you currently on any medication?
Birth control.
So, it's unlikely you're pregnant.
Assuming the whole immaculate conception deal was just a onetime thing,
I'm going to say, yeah, highly unlikely.
Oh. Well, okay. Good. Very responsible of you and Tucker.
We're talking the pill, not a purity ring.
I know. Uh, look. Stay in the living room, rest,
and let me know if your symptoms progress. Okay?
If this is worst-case scenario, we should be calling County Health.
And if it's not, that's the last thing we should do.
They'll wrap us in red tape and lock us down for three days
while they wait for the CDC.
This is so not the time for your rebellious phase.
I'm not rebelling.
I'm saying why jump to conclusions and create panic before we diagnose this?
You can't have it both ways, Hank.
You can't confine people because it might be serious,
but not report it because it might not be. There is protocol.
Or should I ignore it because it's you asking?
Look, I'm not trying to compromise your judgment. We just disagree.
Yeah, but this isn't awkward pillow talk.
This is a house full of people, and we have no idea what's threatening them.
Okay, fine. Then, you follow your instincts and call County.
And while they mobilize, I'll follow mine. Okay?
Fine. Yeah. Great.
I'm not sure if it's viral or bacterial.
Well, whatever it is, I should be in there assisting you.
Sorry, that's not happening. You need to keep a safe distance.
Oh, okay, and do what, Hank? What, stand by?
I need you to get some sputum cultures over to Hamptons Heritage.
Fine. Will do.
You're missing quite the party in there.
It's totally sick. Not in a good way, obviously.
But, uh, sick, nonetheless. I know, distance.
Believe me, I'd happily trade places with you.
Thanks for the medical gear, Divya.
Here's your sputum cultures. Don't spend them all in one place.
I feel useless out here. Is that what it's like to be you?
Wow. Do you treat patients with that bedside manner?
You know, I could have a fatal disease right now.
It wouldn't kill you to say something nice, you know.
I know. But why risk it?
So, what exactly is this illness we can't risk spreading?
I'm notifying County Health right now to determine that.
We should call the police.
Who will call the hospital, who will call County Health,
who, as I just said, I'm notifying.
Well, I think this constitutes unlawful imprisonment.
And I'm an attorney.
You're an entertainment attorney.
I'm leaving. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait.
If you leave, you will put not only your health at risk,
but possibly the entire community.
Now, do you really want to do that?
Oh. My doctor just texted me.
He says I should be allowed to go.
Oh, okay. Are you kidding?
Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Hello? Hello. Hi. Um...
Come on, boy. I... Look, I've got a job to do here.
Oh, sure, the dog gets the doctor. I got his assistant.
Physician assistant. She's a medical professional, not a secretary.
Well, whatever she is, I feel like hell.
Come on, Koufax. Down, please.
Did you... Did you know Koufax is sick?
I know he was. Last week.
No, he is. He's hot. His breathing is labored and constricted.
We took him to the vet.
They said it was kennel cough.
He's been taking pills since then.
He's pretty much stopped coughing. I thought he was better.
There's a dull spot right here in his chest. It's probably an empyema.
A what?
It's an accumulation of pus in the lungs.
He isn't coughing because it's so painful
that it's forcing him to take shallow breaths.
I need to see his meds right away.
Stop. People. Can you please just give me one minute?
Give us our keys or we will sue you.
Please, I have a theory about what this is.
You do? And I think I can test it.
Oh. So, uh... Yeah. So, don't leave.
I know you're tired. I know you're frustrated. So am I.
But you don't want to walk out of here
if it means you risk spreading this to your friends, your family, your neighbors.
So, what's it going to be?
East side! Set up a perimeter!
Okay. Nobody move any further. Stop right there.
What is that thing that you wanted me to do after I dropped off the cultures?
Keep your distance.
Oh, right.
Jill Casey. Got it.
They want us back inside.
All right, let's go. Let's go, let's go.
They want us back inside. Move. Go. Go.
Yeah. I understand. And I will get right back to you with an answer.
Okay, they really want to come in and join this party.
If you need me to hold them off,
I need you to give me this theory.
Okay, here's what I'm thinking.
Koufax doesn't have kennel cough. He never did.
He has the same thing that's going around here.
And despite being on antibiotics and anti-virals for about a week,
he has it worse.
Which leads me to believe that Antoine isn't our Patient Zero,
Koufax is.
Koufax made us sick?
Yes. And based on the severity of the symptoms
he passed it to Antoine, who passed it to Esperanza
who passed it to Bonnie and then to you.
Indicating an incubation period of around a week.
Explaining why today's guests are only beginning to show symptoms.
Yeah, but doesn't a dog have to bite you to get you sick?
With this, coughing or licking your face would be enough.
But what is "this"?
That's what we're going to find out. Ms. Newberg, I need to operate.
On me?
No. Believe it or not, on him.
Wait. What are you saying? Shouldn't we call a vet?
It's too late for that. If we're going to diagnose this and save Koufax,
we need to do it now.
Yeah.
Hank, you haven't failed me yet. Don't start now.
No. No, we just need a little more time.
Yes. I trust his judgment, and I take full responsibility for it.
Laryngoscope?
Tube?
Thank you.
Oh, my gosh.
Patient intubated. Scissors?
Okay, bag him.
We're going to need a microscope. Do we have a microscope in the truck?
Why would we have a microscope?
For situations like this.
There's never been a situation like this.
How about your pals in the driveway?
They're here to evacuate, not evaluate.
Okay. I'll figure something out.
All right, Betadine.
All right, once we drain the empyema,
we should be able to culture and diagnose this thing.
Lidocaine?
What's going to happen to Koufax?
He's going to feel a lot better.
Scalpel.
Don't worry. When I was in med school, my first patient was a dog.
Oh, yeah.
Wow.
Okay. Inserting tube.
Good boy, Koufax.
Very good boy.
Okay. Now, if we could just see this stuff up close.
Can you guys give me a hand with something?
I am not doing anything with him.
All these diamonds. She must have dozens of jeweler's loupes.
Yeah.
Look, you should know that Tucker only went through your purse
because of my advice.
I don't believe you.
Why not?
Because Tucker is smart.
Why would he go to you, a not smart person, for bad advice?
So, because he's smart, he could give himself bad advice?
I guess you're right.
Okay. So, why would you tell him to go through my purse?
And why would he do it?
Because, I don't care how smart a guy is,
when it comes to women, every one of us is, or has been, a moron.
So, you can break up with Tucker if you want and move on to the next guy.
But eventually, that guy is going to do something stupid, too.
It's how we're built.
Ah. Bingo.
Okay.
Okay. Here, hold this under the plate.
Perfect. All right.
Good news. It isn't viral, it's bacterial.
Which means it isn't SARS or Avian Flu.
So, why isn't it responding to antibiotics?
Well, that's the bad news.
It's methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus.
Staphylococcolus? I'm not a doctor, guys.
What does that mean? Are we going to be okay?
MRSA. It's a staph infection that doesn't respond to most antibiotics.
Except vancomycin.
Which we should have in the truck.
Which we do have in the truck.
Good. Because I don't think I could build that.
You're going to be fine. All right, you can take over. Go right down there.
So, thank you for a lovely party.
Ah, and thank you for saving me. And Koufax.
Well, he's a little man now.
This experience is changing me, Hank.
Mark my words.
Sure. You're going to slow down, have fewer parties,
focus on what really matters.
No, I'm going to fill my social calendar to overflowing.
If a disease like this can take you in ten minutes,
you've got to make hay while the sun shines.
You know, you are just as stubborn as this one over here.
Esperanza? What do you mean?
Well, I told her yesterday to go to bed,
but she insisted on working the party
because she didn't want to let you down.
Well, she is family.
Some family. I never got a party.
Listen to her! I'll give you a Quinceañera.
At my age? You'd have to throw three.
If it's all the same, Ms. Newberg,
I've decided not to list this event as a reference.
Bye, Doctor. Bye, Bonnie.
Yo. Uh... I need a ride home.
I have some more cultures to do, then I'm taking Jill home.
So, you can wait, or you can find another ride.
Oh. I really need a car.
Libby? You have to listen to me.
It's okay, Tucker. Hey, I know you're not a bad person.
You're just a moron.
Okay. I'm definitely getting mixed signals here.
You can trust me, Tucker.
I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to let you down.
I'm not your dad.
Okay. Well, then, you just tell me what the birth control is for.
Because... Okay, I know what it's for, but...
Yeah, it was... But...
Uh, it's for... For us. Us.
But we don't... I mean, we've never...
Tucker, you know me. I'm a planner.
Well, I didn't... I didn't know you were planning that.
Okay. Listen. I promise I'll never...
I'll never do something stupid like go through your purse ever again.
Yes, you will.
It's how you're built.
Hey, Divya. So, I just wanted to say,
if you ever need anybody to talk about your situation with...
Mmm-hmm?
Uh, I'm your guy. Or, if you want, I can just, you know, I can listen.
I'll keep that in mind.
Yeah. Because women really like it when a man listens, or so I've heard.
Then listen to this.
I don't want to discuss my situation.
I don't want you to discuss my situation.
And the last thing I want is to discuss my situation with you.
But, thank you.
You're welcome.
Is there any way that I could get a ride home?
Of course. Call a taxi.
Thanks. Mmm-hmm.
So.
Look, I'm sorry I questioned your instincts.
Yeah, I'm sorry I keep complicating your job.
And look, whatever mistakes you've made before, I...
You know we're surrounded by every health worker in the county, right?
I'm over the whole perception thing.
You are? Yeah. I'd rather take the heat
for being with the right guy than play by the book with the wrong one.
Right guy, wrong guy... I mean, do we really need labels?
So, how does pizza and a shower sound?
Like the crust would get soggy.
So, is now a good time for a long story?
Hmm.
His name is Charlie, and he worked at Hamptons Heritage.
It cost me my marriage, it almost cost me my job,
and it was just one of the many, many things wrong between us.
Did you guys ever disagree on how to quarantine a party?
No, I can't say we did.
So, we've got that going for us.
We do. Which is nice.
Why do you think you never had a rebellious phase?
I just never saw the point. You know?
Guys piercing stuff, smoking stuff, stealing stuff.
It just seemed like a lot of posing to me.
Hmm. It probably was.
But what I'm talking about is doing what you believe in,
even though everyone around you thinks you're crazy.
Maybe this is my rebellious phase.
Hank! Hank!
Look at this! Look at it! How awesome is this thing?
Zero to sixty in 3.9 seconds!
And it's electric, baby! It's electric!
Where did you get it?
I didn't. Hank did.
"Dear Hank, I can never repay you for saving my life,
"but that doesn't mean I can't try. Shalom, Koufax Newberg. "
He even signed it with a little paw print. So cute.
Can we take it for a spin? You take it for a spin.
Yes!
In fact, just take it.
Take it, like, for a... Take it, like...
What do you mean? Take it, like, how?
Like, it's yours.
Henry, do not play games with my heart. I am not...
I'm not playing with your heart. I have a car. You don't.
I don't like people staring at me. You do.
Oh, my God. Really?
I love you so much.
Oh, my God, I love you so much
I don't even know what to do with myself. I love you so much.
I love you, too.
I was talking to the car.