03x01 - Traffic

[bunniefuu]

I'm Hank. And I'm a
different kind of doctor.

Here's what happened to me last summer.

I got fired from my job as
an E.R. doctor in Brooklyn

for refusing to let a rich
patient cut the line.

Then I got dumped by my fiancee.

I went out to the Hamptons
with my brother, Evan,

and met a mysterious
billionaire named Boris,

who set us up in a cottage on his estate.

Along with Divya, a determined
physician assistant,

we started a concierge medical practice,

healing the rich and famous.

I also met Jill, the
hospital administrator,

and helped her start a free clinic

for the locals out here.

Jill and I had an on-again, off-again,

on-again romance.

As last summer came to a close,

everyone went their separate ways.

I stayed behind to keep
an eye on my patients

and unwind from a few very hectic months.

But winter came and went pretty quickly,

which brings us to today...

the first day of a brand-new summer.

Shaver's remorse.

I kind of got used to all that extra fur.

Ah, you don't need it anymore, Hank.

[sighs]

Uh, it's $30 now.

$30? Franco, it was $10 a few weeks ago.

It was $10 a few hours ago.

All right.

Ooh, nice haircut, doctor.

How do I look?

Like a victim of highway robbery.

How much did you pay?

More than usual, less than you.

Well, Paige is worth every penny.

You think she's with you for your hair?

Well, she gets back today,

and everything at her party
should be perfect...

everything, especially me.

Party? What party?

The one I'm throwing her today.

Ev, you throw her a party

every time she gets back from a trip,

and she takes a lot of trips.

I know. I... I... I wanna
incentivize her to come home.

It's my dangling carrot.

And how big will today's carrot be?

Today's carrot will be very exclusive...

- Honestly.
- Okay.

You, me, me...

Remind me why we need a P.O. Box.

Uh, you want our patients to know

we're still crashing at Newberg's?

Better than them thinking we run

a mail-order medical practice.

This is for me, me, me.

Oh, this cool one's for you.
Just kidding. It's for me!

Me...

Me...

Oh, check it out... it's a postcard.

Who sent a postcard?

Jill... From Uruguay.

Jill sent you a postcard?

No, she sent it to you.

Then why are you reading it?

It's a postcard.

You want privacy, tell her
to spring for an envelope.

I wonder what her "big news" is.

Yeah.

Me too.

Me...

You, and...

"occupant".

Looks like summer has arrived.

Her name is Divya.

Hi, Divya.

Isn't it a bit early for lunch?

I haven't worked up an appetite just yet.

[tires screech, crash, horn blaring]

Divya, check those two drivers.

[horn honking]

Miss, wait. Are you hurt?

I don't think so.
I hit the brakes just in time.

Call 911. Tell them
we have a bus collision

with possible injuries.

Got it. Where are you going?

In there.

Excuse me. Just coming in.

Hi. Hi.

Everyone, please stay still.
I'm a doctor.

I'm gonna make sure
you're all okay one at a time.

All right, ambulances are en route.

I ordered a few, just in case.

Evan? Evan, what are you doing in here?

When you come in,
we come in behind you, man.

- We?
- Both drivers are okay...

just a little shaken.

The woman promised to call
if anything pops up.

Divya, triage
from the other end of the bus.

Anyone who can exit safely,
come up to this window, please.

Ev, there are people outside
who can help you off-load.

- Okay.
- Can I help?

Do you know what happened?

Yeah, about 250 grand worth
of midlife crisis

came straight at me, and I had to swerve.

Uh, what's the plan?

The door is jammed. It won't open.

Yeah, I saw. Can you pop another window?

Yeah, I'll give it my best try.

Aah! Aah!

Okay, okay, stay still, sir.

Stay still. Where's the pain?

Oh! My left leg is k*lling me!

[groans]

Aah!

Okay, okay. All right.

- What's your name?
- Rob.

Rob, you fractured your femur.

- Ev, is everyone else out?
- Uh, just a couple more to go.

Okay, good, good.
I need you over here now.

Come here.

Okay, Rob, this is my brother, Evan.

He's gonna be your temporary splint.

- What?
- What!?

It's called a human-hare splint.

Okay, now, sit down.

Okay, good.

That's it.
[groaning]

Extend your left leg
till your foot hits this pillow.

- Now grab his ankle...
- Okay.

And extend your back
till you're lying on the floor.

- What?
- Just lie down.

Good. Now, use all your strength

to keep his leg completely straight.

But that's gonna really hu...

- Now.
- Aah!

Okay.

Oh. Oh, my God.
Oh, that's so much better.

Hank!

Good. Now, just hold him
till I tell you to stop.

Hank!

We were helping the last passenger out.

He just doubled over in pain
and then just collapsed.

[gasping]

He got impaled
with a piece of broken glass.

I had a bottle of iced tea in my lap.

I didn't feel anything till just now.

Your adrenaline was masking the pain.

Helping the passengers out
probably opened the wound.

I managed to get a 16 into his hand.

He's 60 systolic.

His B.P. is crashing fast.

All right, hand me a tourniquet...

and open up the line.

[gasping]
I'm just looking for a vein.

Veins are collapsed.

- Uh, give me a 14 angio...
- Okay.

and set up another line, quickly.

But you said that his veins...

There's one more I can try...

- his jugular.
- Okay.

Let's elevate his legs.

Okay. The blood from his legs
will pool in his upper body

and dilate the vein.

We should be able to get him
some volume fast.

And that will get his B.P. back up.

Exactly.

Okay.

Inserting the angio needle
into his jugular vein.

Okay, we got it.

Line, please.

Okay, I'm opening up the line.

[gasping for air]

- What happened?
- You just took a little nap.

Now we have to rush you to the hospital.

You're gonna be okay.
[sirens wailing]

Gonna be okay.

[cheers and applause]

Yeah. Hank! Hank, come!

Come on, come on. Hey, guys.

Hey, it's the Mayor of Southampton!

Hi. I've always wanted to meet you, sir.

Pleasure. So, yeah, it's not just me.

That's my brother, Hank Lawson.
I'm Evan. R. Lawson.

That's Divya Katdare,
and together, we are Hankmed.

Hank! So, okay, great.

So, uh, great.
These are my business cards.

Mayor, uh, maybe
you can hand 'em around, bud.

Thanks a lot!

[the Blue Van's Independence]

♪ ♪

♪ My independence went away ♪

♪ I didn't listen when it said ♪

♪ Rely on yourself ♪

♪ Trusting someone else ♪

♪ Is a path for the silent ghost ♪

Royal Pains 3x01 - Traffic
Original air date June 29, 2011

Sync and corrected by atrn97g
www.addic7ed.com

All: Welcome home!

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

O... kay.

[whispering] Oh, my God, the party...

I totally forgot.

The rest of the Hamptons didn't.

Yeah. Um, I did not invite
this many people.

Oh, word of a party got out... shocking.

Um... [clears throat] hi, yeah.

Uh, thank you so much for coming, guys.

Uh, sorry I'm late.

It's just there were lives
in town that needed saving,

and as the CFO of Hankmed,

I'm basically... I... I basically just
do whatever needs to be done.

If I'm there and kind of danger...

danger comes up, then I'm there.

But my brother... Hank, why don't you...

[laughs weakly]

Just a few of your close friends, huh?

[sighs] I didn't even do it.
Word just got out.

I think you used the wrong word.

- Oh, God.
- What?

The queen of the castle's back.

Oh, boy.

You know what?
I think that I need a drink.

- Good luck, Evan.
- Thank you.

- Hi, Divya.
- Hello, Ms. Newberg.

I'm so happy to be back with my boys.

And thank you for letting us

stay here this winter, Ms. Newberg.

This is totally the first party

I've ever thrown here, too, by the way.

Oh, I love a good summer
starter, especially a big one.

It just oozes sexiness...

Which reminds me,
your father called from prison.

That's a fun segue.

How did he sound?

He sounds fine. He sends his love.

It's just that...

He still doesn't want any visitors.

Your father has a lot of pride.

Well, we don't want to take his pride.

- We just want to see him.
- Yeah.

Well, he doesn't want to be seen as is.

And neither do you, by the way.

Let me tuck this in.

Oh, no, no, no, I really... no, no.

Ms. Newberg! Aah, that's
a little too deep, okay?

- Car pulling up!
- Paige is here!

Oh, my God, she's here. Good.

Okay, guys, guys! Everybody, guys!

She's here! Guys!

It's time! Guys, she's...

Everybody... everybody, shut up!

Okay, great.

So, inside, places right now, okay?

This is great. Right now! Let's go!

Okay, thanks a lot.

[knock at door]

Yeah, come on in.

All: Welcome home!

- Jill.
- Jill?

Oh, wow. [laughs]

Oh, you guys shouldn't have.

Yeah, we didn't, actually,
but here you go.

It's good to see you, Jill. Welcome back.

It's good to see you, too.

- Hey.
- Hi.

I had no idea you were getting
back from Uruguay today.

Yeah, surprise.

Surprise.

So did you get my postcard?

I did.

Okay. Can we talk about it later

when we have a little bit more privacy?

Of course. [cell phone chimes]

- Okay.
- Of course.

- How was the trip?
- Hey, what's up?

Paige got held up
putting out a family fire.

She's not making it.

Did you tell her about the haircut?

[sighs]

Ev.

[door opens]

Marisa.

It's good to see you.

And it's good to see all of you.

I understood you wanted a conversation,

not a convention.

Give us a moment, gentlemen, please.

[speaks German]

Come, sit down.

How have you been?

That's why you summoned me...

to ask what's shaking?

No.

I want to give you this.

What are you doing, Boris?

I am accepting financial

and legal responsibility for the baby.

I want it to be provided for.

I want it to bear my family name.

I... want it to be protected.

And what does our baby
need to be protected from?

Marisa, there are some in my family

who might challenge the idea of a new heir,

you understand?

It's a necessary precaution.

All you have to do is...

review and sign,

when... whenever you're ready, of course.

I'm sure the terms are very generous,

but this is not about a trust fund

or a prestigious surname.

What is this about?

This is about you

taking personal responsibility
for our child.

Boris...

please stop pushing

the people closest to you
farther and farther away.

I did not push you away. You left.

You did it with Hank.
You did it with me.

And I will not let you do this
with our baby.

Marisa.

- Ahh.
- Marisa.

¿Que te pasa?

[groans]
Marisa!

[moans]

Dieter!

Well, I spent the winter here,
treating patients with Hank.

It's quiet out here in the off-season, huh?

Just what I needed after Raj.

How are things with your parents?

My parents have been in London.

Ah. They haven't spoken to you.

Oh, we spoke once,

when I called them
to tell them the C.D.C.

released me and Raj
with a clean bill of health.

Divya, I'm sorry.
They'll come around eventually.

Any idea when?

They're your parents.

They're supposed to test your patience.

And, you, how was Europe with Paige?

Epic. It was epic... [cell phone rings]

Though I haven't spent more than
a week with her since then.

She travels like a rock star. It's crazy.

Hey, you're dating in the jet set now.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

Boris.

I thought he kicked you guys out.

- He did.
- When did you patch things up?

- We didn't.
- Oh.

Go on in.

Good. Hank.

- What's wrong?
- It's not me.

Marisa? She's here?

I think she's in labor, but, uh,

of course she disagrees with me

and refuses to go to the hospital,

I must tell you, my helicopter
is on standby if needed.

Boris, I'm happy to examine her,

but I'll need you to wait out here.

Yeah, yeah.

I'm sure it's just Braxton hicks...

exacerbated by parental anxiety.

Okay, tell me about the contractions.

Non-rhythmic, anterior only,

stable frequency... ay!... and intensity.

Okay, listen, I'm gonna...
I'm gonna help you onto the bed.

[groans]

That's it. Easy.

Right here.

[moans]

Good.

[sighs]

I think they're subsiding now.

Yeah, with Braxton hicks,

sometimes just changing
positions can be enough to help.

A welcome little trick, Dr. Lawson.

And for my next trick,

I'll be performing a full exam,
just to be safe.

Did you determine the gender yet?

I wanted to find out,

but I would be obligated
to share the results with Boris.

Right. And if it's a boy,

which would increase its odds
of inheriting the disease,

you think it'll be even harder for Boris

to embrace his own child.

The most important thing to me

is that this baby
is loved unconditionally.

And while I don't want to raise

our baby alone...

I'm prepared to do just that.

It's entirely up to Boris.

Good thing I got your card
before I drove away.

So you guys are local heroes now.

Just local.

Try not to scratch, Ms. Windland.

Please call me Judy.

Let me see your eyes for a sec.

Conjunctiva injected.

Where have you been?

Here, since you saw me.

First the traffic... it's getting
worse and worse every year.

And then the accident, and now this.

Uh, open, please.

Pharynx is red with minimal swelling.

Uvula is mid-line.

Any idea what set off your allergies?

Uh, well, the area rug is wool.

Um, there has clearly been a cat here,

and, oh, that postmodern monstrosity...

that's just wrong.

Sir, could you just move it,

please, a bit closer to the front door?

Keep going.

If I move it any closer
to the front door,

it's gonna be outside.

Oh, you want it outside, okay.

Could have just said that.

Deep breath. [chair banging]

Judy, isn't this your house?

- Uh, lungs are clear.
- It used to be.

My husband and I divorced a year ago.

And so I... I get it during the summer.

The rest of the time,
my ex is here with her.

I'm an interior designer,

and I can tell you that the only thing

she has good taste in
is other women's husbands.

The rash?

Maculopapular, pruritic.

Red, bumpy, and itchy.

[sneezes]
Bless you.

I mean, look at this place.

She's changed so much.

And on top of my existing allergies,

I seem to be allergic
to everything she has.

We're throwing our...

I'm throwing my annual summer
kickoff dinner party tonight,

and I'm covered in hives,
and no medication is working,

and I just... please tell me

that my day's not gonna get any worse.

Have you, uh, ever been diagnosed

with diabetes or peptic ulcer disease?

No. [cell phone rings]

Will you, uh, excuse me a moment?

Mm-hmm.

Judy, I'm gonna inject you with a steroid

and a couple of histamine blockers.

Your day should start to get
better within a few hours,

and I'll stop by later to make sure.

Okay, here we go.

[line clicks]
[grunts]

Who was that?

Okay, you don't have to tell me, I guess.

Was it Raj?

What? I kind of miss that guy.
It's weird.

Again, Evan, I have not spoken
with Raj since our quarantine.

He didn't talk to me then,

and we were locked in
the same room for a whole week.

Wow. Sounds like a fun quarantine.

He may never speak to me again.

And, honestly, he has every right not to.

Look, maybe he just needs some time

to get past it, you know,
like your parents do.

Well, it seems he needs
more time than my parents did.

That was your parents calling?

They just arrived for the summer,

and they want to sit down
and talk face-to-face.

- That's great, Divya.
- That's awesome.

I'm so happy for you.

Let's call Raj while we're hot.

No.

- Making dinner for Paige?
- It's the way to go.

It's a way more intimate reunion.

Totally. Nicely played, Ev.

Yeah.

Well, actually, Newberg suggested it.

Suggested or insisted?

Uh, insisted, yeah.

So...

Oh, have you talked
to Jill yet, by the way?

No, haven't had the chance.

It's cool. Probably shouldn't force it.

Huh? What... what does that mean?

Nothing. It's just...

Like, when she said, "we got to talk",

- like, the way she said that...
- Yeah?

What if her big news is bad news?

Come on.

Seriously. What if it's big, bad news?

We'll see what happens.

- Finished, boys.
- Hey.

What's, uh... what's all this?

Blue point oysters,

lobster caviar, truffles, and champagne...

foods that puts you in the mood.

Yeah, in the mood to be poor.

Don't be so shortsighted.

It's better to live
in poverty and in love

then to have a fortune and spend
it all on divorce attorneys.

[gasps] I forgot the vanilla saffron.

We really need to find
a new place to live.

Welcome back home!

They're exquisite. Thank you.

Father.

Hello, Divya.

I'm so happy that you are back.

The house has been so empty
without you two.

Divya, there's much to discuss.

I owe you an apology

for waiting until the last minute

to cancel the wedding,

for costing you
a lot of money by doing so,

and for the embarrassment
that I caused our family.

I feel awful,

and I'm eager to somehow
earn your forgiveness.

Mistakes were made on both sides.

We should have known better

than to commit you to such a close friend.

Raj is a good man,
an understandable choice.

He will make another woman
very, very happy.

Raj is in the past.

It's time to move forward as a family.

You'll join us tonight for dinner...

at the club, 7:00 sharp?

- I'm looking forward to it.
- Good.

No, Coral, I totally get it.

Don't even worry about it.
Maybe next year.

Send Chris my love.

Sue, we're down to 15.

My body has stopped revolting
against me, thanks to you.

Good. The, uh, itching and runny nose?

Gone and gone.

- Stick out your tongue.
- Ahh.

Okay, good.

Okay, um, take a few deep breaths.

Okay.

Crystal clear.

Let's see the rash.

Have you ever been married, Hank?

Uh, almost, once.

Well, take your time. Choose wisely.

Uh, that's where the "almost" came in.

Oh.

Huh.

This one's still red and swollen.

It doesn't itch.

I probably bumped it moving
all the furniture around.

Yeah, I... I don't see any bruising.

Does this hurt?

No, it feels good.

When you're done,
could you do my feet? [laughs]

I should to get back
to setting up the party, anyway.

Look, Judy, I know you care
about this party...

No, Hank, what I care about

is just getting things back to normal.

What if my friends keep canceling?

And you're thinking they will.

No, I'm thinking you're having
an asymmetrical reaction

to the cortisone, which I find curious.

Don't I read your mind well.

Uh, thank you for the concern,
but I'm okay.

Yeah, I'll be back tomorrow
to follow up.

I look forward to it.

- And, Judy...
- Hmm?

Good luck tonight.

Thank you.

Judy...

you said you sat in traffic.

On the way out here? Yeah, a ton.

- For how long?
- Five hours, at least...

long enough for my phone to die. Why?

Do you have pain in your left leg?

Hank, I can't worry about this...

Judy!

It...

it may be a little painful.

No.

No.

Aha, there it is.

- Hmm?
- Deep-vein thrombosis.

Deep-vein what?

It's a clot that can form

when you're sitting still for too long.

- Like in traffic.
- Yep, or on a plane.

It also goes by the name
of economy class syndrome.

That and they charge for baggage?

If the clot grows
into your thigh and breaks off,

it can cause an obstruction
in your lungs.

Oh.

Luckily the clot's below your knee,

so you have two treatment options.

I can treat it here,
by pill and injection,

to keep it from growing.

- Or?
- Or we can hospitalize you

and start the meds intravenously.

Mm.

Stay here, go to the hospital.

Stay here, go to the hospital...

Please just do your thing,

so I can get back to prepping my party.

Uh, Judy, with either treatment,

you can't get out of bed.

Oh.

Okay, uh, then do your thing.

I will go get in bed,

and you can check on me in the morning.

Good thing you're a bad liar.

And now that I can't trust you,

you have two new treatment options.

You can cancel the party
and come to the hospital,

or I can stand outside your door

and send away all your guests
by citing a medical emergency.

[sighs]

Fine.

- Take me to the hospital.
- Okay.

At least they allow guests.

You know, you're really
k*lling me here, Hank.

Quite the contrary.

This way.

What's going on here?

What do you mean, Divya?

I mean, what is this?

This is dinner with the Uppals.

Are you really trying this again?

Divya, this is neither
the time nor the place.

Finally...

we agree on something.

[softly] Divya!

Ooh, smells good.

What is it?

It is a medley of potent aphrodisiacs.

Oh. Well, I hate to disrupt
a romantic dinner.

No, no, you're not disrupting.

Paige postponed her return... again.

Oh. That's a bummer, Evan. I'm sorry.

Yeah, me too.

She no-showed two days in a row.

What does that mean?

Like, did I do something?

Did I not do something?

Or did she meet someone?

Evan!

Okay, what did she say exactly?

Well, she didn't say anything,
'cause we've just been texting.

So, how did she sign her texts...

uh, "love you", "xoxo"?

Yeah.

Some people are just to the point.

You know what?

She may not be the master
of romantic communication.

That's okay. I happen to be.

Yeah.

I'm, uh... I'm gonna go write her an email

that she will never delete.

All right.

[laughs]

- Poor guy.
- I know.

[sighs] So...

So...

Listen, Hank,

I was away for a long time.

I was recruiting and training volunteers

and vaccinating entire villages.

I... I saw a lot.

And I...

thought a lot.

I finally realized what I want right now.

And it's not here.

When are you going back to Uruguay?

I am going to tell
the hospital tomorrow

and help them find
and train a replacement.

I'm happy for you.

Yeah, I mean, you... you...
you threw yourself

into a totally new environment,
and you thrived.

Well, it wasn't
quite that easy, actually.

I...

yeah, I had a really hard time at first.

Listen, Hank, I've lived here
my whole life,

but...

I have to do this.

You couldn't have just said
all that on the postcard?

I missed you, Hank.

I did.

[chuckles]

[cell phone ringing]

Yeah?

[knock at door]

Hi?

Hi.

You checked yourself out of the hospital

against medical advice
after I checked you in?

It was stupid. I know.

But I just needed to be here, Hank.

I was gonna check myself
right back in afterwards.

Judy, it's a hospital, not a timeshare.

- You need to be in bed.
- Why?

Aside from a sore leg,
I feel totally fine...

Physically anyway.

[sighs]

Your friends didn't show?

No, they showed.

- They just left, in fact.
- Oh.

They liked the food,

and they laughed at each other's
jokes, but it just...

it wasn't the same.

All I know is the whole thing

was way more painful
than this clot in my leg.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Oh, I don't want anybody's pity.

I just want to move forward.

He's happy, Hank.

But me?

I have to come out here all by myself

and start my life over from scratch.

It's just...

Judy?

[device beeps]

Hi. This is Dr. Lawson.

I'm at 40 Sluchan Avenue
with a 32-year-old female...

syncopal, cyanotic, and unresponsive.

Please hurry.

Hi.

Hi.

What happened?

It's okay. It's okay. You passed out,

probably as a result
of a pulmonary embolism.

So you weren't bluffing.

I'm not much of a gambler when
it comes to arterial blockage.

Blockage?

Am I gonna die?

No, you are not gonna die.

Your vitals look good,
and I'm right here with you.

- Are you having chest pain?
- Just a little bit, yeah.

- Okay, how's your breathing?
- It's fine.

Am I really okay,

or do you just have
an amazing floor-side manner?

[chuckling]
You are really okay.

I'm gonna give you
some heparin for the clot,

and then we're gonna get
you back to Hamptons Heritage,

where I expect a full recovery.

I regret the way that
I handled things last night.

I have placed a call to the Uppals

to apologize for my abrupt

and impolite exit.

But you need to understand

that Raj was not the problem.

I want to choose my husband...

not be assigned one, so...

Now, here's what
you need to understand.

Marriages in our family
have always been arranged.

Your mother's marriage to me

was arranged by your grandparents,

by the collective wisdom of
four elders from two families,

just as their marriages had been.

I understand that.

I understand that, and I respect that,

which is why this has been
so hard for so long.

You both mean the world to me.

And when I find my husband,

I pray that you will like him.

But I will love him.

Nothing takes priority over that.

Well, Divya...

if you can't accept our wishes,
our traditions,

then you shouldn't accept
anything from us.

Okay, what does that mean exactly?

Hi, Judy.

Well, well, well,

I just love what you've done
with the place.

You would love it more

if they'd let me wallpaper
and change out all the fixtures.

[laughs]

So when can I leave?

Your C.T. confirmed
a small pulmonary embolism.

But after the warfarin stabilizes you,

we can stop the heparin
and get you out of here.

And that's it?

We'll monitor your platelet function,

but other than that and a ban
on contact sports, yeah.

More flowers.

Are you going
for the hospital record here?

They're from my friends.

Sent out of obligation and pity.

Maybe I underestimated them.

And maybe they
just need to get used to you

in your new environment,
just like you do.

- You make it sound so easy.
- No.

No, I know how hard it is, believe me.

Your "almost"?

She left you?

Did you tell her you were a doctor?

[laughs]

And I was where you are now...
in a world of hurt,

no idea what my next step was.

Then I came out here,
started my life from scratch.

Now I'm happier than I've ever been...

only I never got flowers.

Oh, well, lucky for you,

I have plenty.

Thank you.

Dr. Lawson.

Dr. Redliner. Hi.

And I thought you made
a name for yourself

around here last summer.

Oh. You're referring to the Jitney.

And to your future, Hank.

I'm sure saving a bus full
of people can't compare

to the adrenaline rush of curing
a media mogul's hangover.

Okay, okay, easy.

Just know that the E.R. door
here is always open to you.

Thank you. Thanks for the offer.

[vacuum cleaners whirring]

Yeah, we're actually...

Uh, okay, you're going right there.

Uh, maybe we should go...

- Yeah! Great!
- to another...

Oh, excuse me.

Dude, we really got to find

yet another free mansion to live in.

Yeah, I'll get right on that.

'Cause I guess you won't be moving in

with Jill anytime soon.

Not sure that's in the cards, no.

I'm glad you handled
her news so well, though.

Yeah.

If it makes you feel any better,

I have a feeling
we'll be single together.

Actually, that might take
all the fun out of it for me.

What... no reply to your epic email?

She's getting bored.

Ev, come on!

You're jumping to conclusions.

Fairly obvious ones.

Our time apart just made her realize

I'm not in her league...
that's all. I'm not.

Ev, this all in your head.
You and Paige are fine.

In fact, you're more than fine.

You're adorably and disgustingly perfect.

[doorbell rings] See?

I'm sure that's her
right now at the door.

What are you doing?

I don't want to seem desperate.

- All right.
- Yeah.

We're still in seventh grade. Okay.

All right.

Is it her? Can you see her?

Hank?

Paige?

Anybody?

I owe you an apology.

Oh? For what...

trying to exile my father,

trying to violate

my doctor-patient
confidentiality with Marisa,

evicting Evan and me without notice?

All of the above.

That is the correct answer.

Hank, I don't want Marisa to be alone

for the rest of her pregnancy.

She'll move back,
but only under one condition.

She'd like you back at Shadow Pond.

And she's right.

My emotions got the best of me this time.

I crossed the line.

I'd like you back at Shadow Pond.

I'm not a yo-yo, Boris.

And you'll have a lease to prove it.

A lease?

You may fill in
the expiration date as you will.

And I wanna pay.

No more free rent...
it comes at too high a price.

Shall we say market rate, then?

Oh, let's not get carried away.

Hank!

It's getting chilly!

You want I should bring you a sweater?

Perhaps I underestimated
my leverage here.

I'll pay anything.

All right, great.

Divya, you got to be more careful

with those pictures of me, all right?

- I'm fine. Thanks.
- Great.

Ugh, we should've hired pros, man.

It's the first weekend of the summer.

The pros were booked.

Okay, where do you want this stuff?

Uh, don't put it directly in the sunlight.

Got bubble wrap,

got the tape.

Oh, not too close to the fridge either.

Sorry, Divs, it's just
really delicate, okay?

Oh. [box thuds]

Are you crazy?

Why would you do that? That's not cool.

I took those pictures of myself.
You know how...

Oh, I know a good idea when I see one.

Let's do this.

- Great.
- Yes!

Love it.

- All right.
- Yes.

You're paying for the dry cleaning.

Paige?

It's nice to see you back home.

Hi.

Evan?

Yeah?

Where do you want this?

Oh, yeah.

[box thuds]

Cool. Thanks.

Look, I'm sorry I was so M.I.A.,

I was dealing with some family drama.

Yeah, you mentioned that.

And then I got your email,

and I knew I could only respond in person.

What's your response?

[exhales deeply]

Well, you make a very persuasive case

for yourself, Ms. Collins.

- Let me think it over, though.
- Okay.

Well, I'm gonna go
to the car and grab the box

labeled "Evan's hair product".

I should probably
help you with that one.

- Okay.
- It's pretty heavy.

[whispering] I really missed you.

Okay, how about we take a quick break?

That sounds great.

[clears throat]

[cell phone chimes] Thank you, Boris!

[cell phone chimes]

Oh, man, I have been getting
inundated today.

Yeah. Me too.

Is it a beginning-of-summer thing?

"Heard about you guys and the Jitney".

"Have rash, will pay".

Teenager, definitely.

Oh, hey, how'd it go with your parents?

It went perfectly.

Great.

I'm so glad to hear that.

Oh. By the way... any chance
I could crash here tonight?

- Uh... yeah.
- Great.

Thank you.

Sure.

Maybe tomorrow night too?

Divya? How perfectly did it go... exactly?