Previously onRoyal Pains...
Jeremiah's completely
in love with Divya.
- Hank tell you that?
- No.
Yeah, since last summer.
Head over heels.
Blythe, where'd
you get this bowl?
It's been in the family
for years.
These marks look
authentic to me.
We'll have to get
an appraiser out,
but, in the meantime,
I should stop the truck.
Oh, Paige, how can
I ever repay you?
Why are you worried
about my heart?
With your sarcoidosis,
we need to be extra careful.
- Oww!
- Stop, stop, stop.
Can you give her
something for the pain?
Okay.
Molly...
take one of these hydrocodone.
Dad? Dad?
She said you gave her
a narcotic
that was prescribed to you.
The police want you to submit
to a tox screen,
and I told them
that wouldn't be a problem.
Of course not.
I'm gonna treat your dad
with a course
of high-dose steroids.
Why?
Is he getting worse?
There's been no change.
I told Dr. Oren I want to try
to get him off the ventilator.
- BP's down to 80 over 50!
- What's happening to him?
Running a bolus of two liters,
normal saline wide open.
What did you do to my dad?
Good morning, Hamptons.
Gina Black here, welcoming you
to another Best Day Ever.
With a special election
for village council,
the closing
of Georgica Lanes--
we've got a lot of ground
to cover.
But first, I'm gonna
show you a shortcut
not even the locals know about.
Best Day Ever.
You're up early.
And so are you, little puppy.
Did Evan insist you vote
the second the polls opened?
Actually, I am here to see you.
Great.
You want some breakfast?
Maybe some juice?
"Remember, vote."
How could we forget?
Huh.
So, what's up?
Well, I was dropping off
some labs this morning,
and I heard about
your ordeal last night
at the ICU.
Yeah, it was pretty tough.
Huh.
No, we were battling
Don's blood pressure for hours.
I didn't expect the steroids
to destabilize him
so severely.
It was the right call.
And the injection could
still help revive him.
Yeah.
How is his daughter?
She's relieved
he's doing better,
but she's understandably upset.
I mean, it's been
a rollercoaster.
She hasn't left the ICU.
I only came back
to grab a quick shower.
Why didn't you call me?
The ICU had the situation
pretty well covered.
And one of the nurses has been
texting me with updates.
Can't help thinking
that this would have been
a good time for you to have
some support from someone
who's on your side.
Divya...
you are supporting me.
Because of your help diagnosing
my pain, I feel great.
Well, I want to make sure
that you stay that way.
Don't worry.
But thank you.
Hey, would you mind
covering my patients today
with Jeremiah?
Of course not.
Hey, speaking of Jer--
- I'll be back at the ICU
if you need anything.
I'm sorry.
What were you saying?
I was wondering if you're
aware of Jeremiah's feelings
about anything.
Never mind.
Go, go, go.
No, no, no, no, I think I know
what you're talking about.
Jeremiah is way more
assertive this summer.
It's encouraging, isn't it?
Very.
See you later.
It's finally here.
Election day!
Yep, wow.
You are really excited.
It's an exciting day.
In 11 hours and 52 minutes,
this campaign
is officially over.
What if I win?
Village council
meets once a month.
We'll be fine.
- All right.
- Hello...
Candidate Evan R. Lawson.
Hey. Oh, my God.
I know you--
You're Gina Black
from Channel Six.
Oh, my God, it's
Gina Black from Channel Six.
We watch you every morning.
Oh, thank you so much.
This is so cool.
Are you here for this?
- Of course.
- I'm surprised you're covering
such a small, local race.
And not report
about the new computer
polling stations
in the library?
Don't be crazy.
How about an interview?
With me?
Do it.
- Yeah.
- We'll do it over here.
Great. Okay.
I gotta say, I really
admire how crazy you are
about your job.
Uh, I remember when
you got hypothermia
after that polar bear swim.
That was, like, crazy.
Oh, I chattered
my teeth so hard,
I chipped a tooth.
Or when you broke
Billy Joel's ankle
sliding into him at that
charity softball game.
He is still sore.
Okay, well, enough about me.
Let's talk about you.
Ready?
Sure, yeah.
Wait, wait--
Hi, I'm standing here
with Evan R. Lawson,
who is running
for village council.
That's right,
and his lovely wife, Paige.
Come here.
It's wonderful
to be with you here
- on this historic day.
- Well, thank you.
Mr. Lawson, what is your
reaction to the latest poll?
Well, Gina, it's hard
to put much stock
in a telephone survey.
'Cause I don't even know who
uses land lines anymore.
No, I was referring
to this morning's Twitter poll
showing you with a narrow lead
over Edwina Bowman.
Uh...
Oh, that.
Yes, that one.
That-- I feel differently
about that poll.
By all indications,
this will be
the closest council race
in a generation.
The battle of old versus new.
Telephone versus Twitter.
Social set
versus social network.
Okay, let's cut.
- Are you okay?
- Ohh.
My jaw is sore
and a little stiff.
It's probably just
all the talking this morning.
Well, feel free
to call this number
if it feels any worse, okay?
"Hankmed."
I will, thanks.
All right, cool
nice to meet you.
You too.
Excuse me, sir.
Can I talk to you?
Good morning.
Good morning to you,
Mr. Lawson. Paige.
So you're bussing people in.
Uh, I guess you saw
the latest Twitter poll.
Twitter doesn't scare me.
These people work
for me and my neighbors.
It is the law to allow
employees time off to vote.
I like to go the extra mile.
Oh! Well, why stop there?
Why not just bus in the entire
Southampton social register?
Mr. Lawson,
you've given me
an excellent idea.
Hey, Molly.
Uh...
I just spoke
with Dr. Oren.
We'll get your dad's
tests back soon,
and we'll know how the new
antibiotics are working.
- Otherwise, I can try to--
- Haven't you done enough?
- Molly--
- I trusted you!
I'm sorry, look,
I really believed those---
That sh*t that you gave my dad
almost k*lled him!
And he's still in a coma!
Look, I know it's upsetting
to see your dad like that--
- Get off me!
- Agh!
Just... stay away from me.
Okay?
And stay away from my dad.
Even though I'll be
moving out soon,
I'm glad that we've become
better friends,
because your friendship
is very important to me.
Mm, yes.
And you always said your stay
would be temporary
because of the mold.
Is that our patient?
Unless you know someone else
who drives a water car
and is meeting us at Tower 7.
Are you excited to meet her?
She's fearless.
I loved it when she did
the polar bear swim.
Hankmed?
Hi. I'm Divya Kadare,
and this is
Dr. Jeremiah Sacani.
How nice to meet you.
You too.
My jaw is locked.
Um, you have trismas,
commonly known as lockjaw.
- Please fix it.
- Of course, of course.
I have to tell you, I'm a fan.
Every time I think of that
celebrity softball game,
I cry.
Because Billy Joel got
his ankle bent the wrong way?
Uh, no.
Because of all
the money you raised
for the homeless families.
Oh. Thank you.
Your temperature is normal,
which means the cause
is unlikely to be infection.
Have you been sick lately?
Not really.
I had a sore throat
about a week ago.
Well, we should rule out
tetanus, TMJ,
and any recent oral surgeries.
I agree, but I think
I may know the cause.
You did a story on cosmetic
fillers last Tuesday,
and you had a nerve block.
But then I stopped
and didn't get the Juvederm.
Oh, yes, which surprised me
because you're usually
so daring.
I'm in television.
Not getting a cosmetic filler
is daring.
But if there had been
an inaccurate positioning
of the needle during
the nerve block,
then the result could be
lockjaw.
We could get--
You should see a maxillofacial
surgeon immediately.
That sounds serious.
I'm not sure we're
quite there yet.
Would you excuse us a moment?
Sure.
Your recommendation feels
a bit extreme,
don't you think?
I don't want to miss anything.
We all missed what was
going on with Hank.
You don't need
to second-guess yourself
and bring in a surgeon.
How about we start
a little smaller?
Muscle relaxants
and a heating pad?
Mm-hmm,
and if that doesn't work,
we can move on
to something else.
We can take turns
following up on her,
if you'd like.
I was being irrational.
Thank you for--
for understanding.
That's what friends are for.
Okay, Gina, let's go get
that jaw unlocked.
Check, check.
Ladies and gentlemen,
hi, there.
Just let me get your attention
for one second.
Hi. My name's Evan R. Lawson.
And I am your candidate
for village council.
That's right,
election is today,
so get out there and vote--
Yes, vote!
Don't play possum.
Vote for Lawson.
You, ma'am-- hi.
Hi, with the dog
in the stroller.
Oh, my God, look at that face.
It's so cute.
Your dog is also adorable.
Will you vote for me?
Promise me you'll vote for me.
Promise me!
It's a yes!
That's great!
That's what I'm talking about.
Lawson! Lawson!
All right, um, hi.
Please vote for me.
The election's today, okay?
Make a difference.
Be an American.
Know what I'm talking about?
Just go and vote,
and, uh--
Hey.
You, uh, you wanted to see me?
Yeah, I just wanted
to talk to you.
I swear, if you and Dr. Oren
have come to blows--
- Uh, no, it was--
- Okay, then don't tell me.
I don't want to know.
- But it had nothing to--
- No, I'm serious.
You've generated enough
paperwork for me this week.
- Sit down.
- Yes, ma'am.
All right.
Oh, so sweet of you
to go through my stuff,
by the way.
You know...
before I met you,
I heard all these amazing things
about you.
And I just kept thinking
you had to be
too good to be true.
Now we have a patient in a coma
and your positive
tox screen results,
and I can't help but think
maybe I was right.
Look, I know that the facts--
Oh, morning, Shelby.
Sorry I'm late.
My flight was delayed.
You must be Dr. Lawson.
Yes, and you are?
Bobby Moxley.
Nice to meet you.
Bobby's symphony's
Associate General Counsel.
Ah.
So is he here for me
or for you?
For us.
Hankmed is part of symphony,
so we're all in this together.
Aren't we?
I'm live with Councilwoman
Blythe Ballard,
speaking today on behalf
of Candidate Edwina Bowman.
Mr. Lawson, would you care
to join us?
Sure, yeah.
Okay.
Uh, one question, though.
Why is Blythe speaking
on behalf of Edwina?
What, are you hiding her
somewhere?
Actually, Edwina is
at her husband's side.
He's having emergency surgery
related to the wound
he received on his third tour
of duty in Vietnam.
Oh, go ahead.
Make your little jokes.
You know, he was spat on
when he returned home,
and now, in a way,
he has been again.
Mr. Lawson?
I love our troops,
and I have no idea
what this has to do
with the election.
Yes, let's talk
about the election.
Mr. Lawson,
you and I both know
you entered this race
entirely out of self-interest.
All you really want
is a dismissal
of the cease-and-desist order
against your business.
- Right, now, it-- it--
- Of course, we'd all love it
if government could take care
of our individual problems,
but government isn't
about what's best
for the individual.
It's about what's best
for the community.
Okay, I know that, Blythe,
and thank you for--
- How long have you lived
in this one?
Uh, a couple of years,
but my wife and I have become--
Oh, that's right.
You did marry into the family
of Senator Collins.
Okay, can I finish
one sentence, please?
Yes, yes, I may have entered
this race
for personal reasons,
but I stayed in it
because I care
about this community.
All you care about, Blythe,
is power and obedience.
People are scared of you.
Do you know that?
Of course you know it.
You love it.
You-- you've terrorized
village hall.
You're like a-- you're like
a dog-free Cruella De Vil.
- Evan.
- You know what?
It makes perfect sense
that your husband left you
because--
that--
'cause--
Back to you in the studio, Jim.
So you got a prescription
for hydrocodone
from Dr. Sacani.
Yes.
Then you used that up,
and you went to the Bellport
Pain Clinic.
Look, I wasn't
"doctor shopping",
if that's what you're implying.
No, I don't mean to be
implying anything.
I was treating legitimate pain
- with a legitimate prescription.
- I understand.
I'm just trying
to get the facts straight.
- Okay.
- Did either doctor
ever warn you
about the side effects
of hydrocodone?
No, they didn't need to.
See, being a physician myself,
I was already aware of them.
Look, since we're all
in this together,
let's not waste our time.
Okay, you want to know
if I was ever impaired
while treating patients.
Were you?
Never.
I did not put patients at risk,
and I'm not a drug addict.
I had undiagnosed
radicular pain
for which I took
a prescribed medication
that I no longer need.
Uh, if you'll excuse me,
I'm needed in the ICU.
We'll have to continue
this conversation later, okay?
What's happening?
What is he doing?
He's trying
to pull his tube out.
We need to sedate him.
Uh, wait, wait, wait.
Don?
- 100 milligrams diprivan.
- Don.
Don!
It's okay.
It's okay.
You just need to calm down.
You had a heart problem.
Remember?
We got stuck in the sand.
But Molly's safe.
See?
See, she's right here.
She's okay.
That's it.
And you're gonna be okay too.
You are.
So just--
just let Dr. Oren
do his work.
It's okay.
Good.
All right, suctioning the tube.
Good.
Okay, good.
That's it.
Okay, deflating the balloon.
And removing the tube.
There we go.
Take a deep breath.
And again.
Any stridor?
No.
Okay, Don, you're gonna be
a little hoarse.
Better hoarse than dead.
Molly, you okay?
Don't worry about me, dad.
- But your leg--
- It's fine.
It's fine.
I don't remember anything
once we went off the road.
That's not uncommon.
Let's let him rest.
Thank you.
Ms. Ballard?
Uh, I would like
to apologize to you.
But first, I should apologize.
Blythe, I am so sorry.
I never would have said anything
to my husband
if I thought he'd repeat it.
I assure you I was not trying
to gossip about you,
and when I did, I--
I feel awful
about what's happened.
Thank you, dear.
And after everything
you've done for me,
I could never be truly angry.
You were saying,
Mr. Lawson?
The perfect words
to express how--
how truly sorry I am
probably don't exist,
so I'll just tell you
what I know,
which is that I felt cornered,
and I lashed out,
which is not an--
There's no excuses--
- Evan.
I'm really sorry.
Once again, Mr. Lawson,
you show what a neophyte
you are.
God help us all
if you are elected.
You don't apologize for hitting
below the belt.
That's how politics works,
my dear boy.
You punch me,
I punch you-- but harder.
So...
what are you gonna do?
I've already done it.
Unless village council
intervenes...
historic Georgica Lanes
is scheduled to close
at the end of the month,
so if you're looking
to bowl a few frames,
you better strike
while the iron is hot.
Ugh.
Let's do it again.
Divya, hi.
Hi. I just wanted
to check up on you in person.
Oh, I'm fine.
I'm glad to see
that your lockjaw is resolved.
Yeah.
But on the phone
and just now, actually,
it sounded like you were
having trouble
catching your breath.
How long have you been bowling?
This is my first time.
Oh.
But I meant today.
Oh, not that long.
Okay, this is my 37th take.
I guess I thought
getting a strike
would be a lot easier.
Would you let me
check your lungs?
Sure.
Sit down.
And please turn around.
A deep breath in.
Out.
And again.
In.
Out.
No rales or consolidation.
Your lungs are clear.
Oh.
I have to ask you.
How is it that you
have never bowled before?
Oh, it's crazy, I know.
I grew up sheltered.
Home-schooled.
And in the middle of nowhere.
My hippy parents didn't even
have a TV.
They said it would get
in the way
of more serious endeavors.
Aha.
But I think that everything
is worth exploring.
And I want to experience
everything
my new hometown has to offer.
This job lets me do that.
Which brings me
back to bowling.
I would like to do
an EKG first.
Whoa, you think I'm gonna have
a heart att*ck?
In a young, healthy woman,
very unlikely.
But because of the shortness
of breath
and your recent jaw pain,
I just want to make sure.
Okay.
Dr. Lawson!
Wait up.
Is everything okay?
Um, yeah, my dad's fine.
I just wanted to say thank you.
And I'm sorry.
Apology accepted.
And you don't have to thank me.
I was just doing my job.
You saved my life.
You saved my dad's life.
And I hit you.
Yeah, well, you were upset.
I was-- I don't--
I don't know.
Everything-- everything was just
so overwhelming.
Yeah, well, look.
It was an overwhelming
situation.
One that I created.
I feel like this is
all my fault.
No.
It's not.
Your dad has
a medical condition.
That's no one's fault.
Sarcoidosis.
I know.
He told me.
Because you told him to.
So thanks for that too,
Dr. Lawson.
Hank.
Hank.
You are exhausted.
Why don't you get some rest?
I will.
See you later, Hank.
See you later, Molly.
Dr. Sacani.
Do you mind if I join you?
Not at all.
Great.
Oh.
My amino modulators.
They help space out
my episodes.
I always feel better
when I take them
with a little bit of food.
- Oh, I see.
- Yeah.
So...
I don't know
if you've spoken with Hank,
but his tox screen has created
a bit of a situation.
What kind of a situation?
Honestly, a potentially
legal situation.
But his patient has recovered.
He's out of his coma.
Mm-hmm, I know,
and that's good news
for everybody.
But unfortunately,
we can't ignore
the events leading
up to Don's accident,
which is why I spoke
with Hank this morning.
And he understands
that we'll be speaking
with everybody involved.
Um, what would you like
to know?
Well, I'm just curious.
When Hank first came to you,
was it for help
or for medication?
He asked for medication.
Right, he mentioned
that you wrote him
a prescription for hydrocodone.
I did.
Did that put you
in an awkward situation?
Uh, what do you mean?
Well, I just know
that if my boss
came asking me for something,
I might feel
a sense of obligation.
Uh, well, my obligation
was to provide him
with what I felt
was medically appropriate.
Mm-hmm, that makes sense.
And then when you stopped
providing it,
he went to a pain clinic.
He did.
Why do you think
he came to you first?
Why are you asking me
these questions?
Jeremiah, there may be lawyers
asking you these questions,
and it's just very important
that you tell the truth.
Why wouldn't I tell the truth?
Maybe to protect Hank?
He does seem to have
quite a bit of influence
over you.
A-are you suggesting
that Hank came to me
not because of my
medical expertise,
but because I wouldn't say no?
Do you think that?
Hank?
Uh, hello?
Anyone here?
Hello?
Please come in.
I'm sorry to bother you.
I'm just--
I'm looking for Hank.
Is he around?
Actually, he's not here
at the moment.
Is there anything I can do
for you?
We haven't met.
I'm Divya,
Hank's Physician Assistant.
Hi. I'm Molly.
And I'm not here
for anything medical.
I just wanted
to apologize to him.
Apologize?
I hit him.
He saved my life.
He saved my dad's life.
And I hit him.
And plus, I blamed him,
when the truth is,
none of this would've happened
if it weren't for me.
Molly...
I'm sorry you're so upset.
You feel okay?
You look exhausted.
Yeah, yeah.
I just haven't slept in days.
All right, guys,
polls close in three hours.
That means we still have time
to convince the people
of Southampton to vote.
For me, of course.
For me.
We should be getting
another election update soon.
Wanna watch?
Let's watch.
Who is running today for a seat
on the village council.
Divya, hello.
Um, I came to the fire station.
I thought you might still be
checking up on Gina.
Um, ahem, I was hoping
I could speak with you about--
Actually, never mind.
No need to call me back.
I'll catch up with you later.
Gina-- oh, Gina Black,
Channel Six news.
How come you're wearing
a choir robe to vote today?
We all came from the middle
of choir practice.
And you're racing
out to vote because?
Because Evan R. Lawson
launched a character att*ck
on Blythe Ballard,
and he's a fraud.
What makes you think
he's a fraud?
He's been gallivanting
around town
portraying himself
as a family man,
when his marriage
isn't even real.
How's that?
I heard he used
an online minister.
And those online guys
aren't even legal
in Suffolk County.
That's true.
We did a story about that.
If he can't get
his own wedding right,
he shouldn't even be allowed
to run for town council.
Is that really true
about online ministers?
I don't know.
I'm looking it up.
That can't be.
It can't be.
It is.
So we're not married.
Uh, no,
of course we're married.
We're just-- it's--
not technically.
So technically,
we're not married.
Look, it's a clerical error,
all right?
We'll just fix it later.
Okay?
But this one's getting...
We're really not married?
...because of all
the mudslinging.
And that's why I voted
for Evan R. Lawson.
What?
I voted for Edwina Bowman.
Well, that's crazy talk.
Why is that crazy?
Oh, my God.
What is wrong with you?
Gina Black, reporting live
from Main Street.
Gina, you have
hemifacial discoloration.
Um, half your face is blue.
Are you in pain?
A lot.
Oh, my neck is k*lling me.
Oh, I was trying
to finish my story.
This palpable cord in your neck
is your internal jugular vein.
It's become blocked.
What's wrong with me?
Together with your sore throat
and the trismus,
it suggests Lemierre's Syndrome.
It's a bacterial infection.
It's treatable
with antibiotics,
but we have to get you
to a hospital.
Oh, hey.
How's Don?
Much better.
That's good to hear.
So Molly stopped by.
Really?
Yeah.
I have to tell you,
I am surprised
that you had such trouble
with her.
How so?
Molly is a sweetheart,
and a very grateful one
at that.
Well, maybe today,
but she's usually the epitome
of an angry teenager.
She came to apologize.
She said she knows
that she was blaming you
because she didn't want
to admit
she blamed herself,
and that you saved her life
and her father's life.
She said that same thing to me
a couple hours ago.
I mean, that exact same thing.
That's odd.
She's been acting strange
all day.
I want to talk to her.
Well, you don't have to go
very far.
She's still here.
She wanted to wait for you.
Oh.
She was so exhausted.
Right.
Molly?
Hey, Hank.
Hi.
Would you sit up?
Yeah.
I just want to take
a quick look at you.
Would you follow my finger
with your eyes?
All right.
Left, right.
Up, down.
Okay, good.
Um, would you just look
straight ahead for me?
Okay, now I want you
to count backwards from 100
by sevens.
Seriously?
Seriously.
Uh, 100...
You're having trouble
concentrating.
Have you had any dr*gs
or alcohol?
No, no, of course not.
Can you just let me sleep?
Mmph.
We need to get a CT.
The short-term memory loss,
the poor concentration,
the slurring.
Must be neurological.
It would explain
a lot of things,
including her anger.
I mean, this could've been
building up for a year now.
Molly, I need you to get up.
I'm sorry.
Let's get up.
We need to get you
inside, okay?
- Okay.
- Just stand up.
That's it.
- Oh.
- Whoa!
Okay, I want to do
a CT right now.
Okay, scan's complete.
You can come back now.
Yep.
She has significant
obstructive hydrocephalus
caused by this,
a colloid cyst
in the third ventricle.
Episodic hydrocephalus explains
the memory deficits
and behavioral disturbances.
Yep, and her passing out.
Molly?
Molly.
Her pupils are dilated
and minimally reactive.
Her brain is starting
to herniate.
We need to get her to the ER
to relieve the pressure.
She'll never make it.
Get the craniotomy drill.
Mannitol started.
Okay.
Good.
Okay, shaving.
Betadine.
And lidocaine.
And scalpel.
Okay.
Making an incision
anterior to the coronal suture.
Okay. Good.
Retractor.
Ready?
Drill.
Catheter.
Removing fluid.
Okay. Good.
Second syringe.
Okay.
That should
relieve the pressure.
Good.
Molly, hi.
It's Hank.
Listen, you passed out because
of swelling in your brain.
But the pressure's
been relieved.
An ambulance is here,
and you're gonna be all right.
Hey.
I heard about Gina.
She okay?
Oh, yes, uh...
I could barely get
the antibiotics into her,
and she wanted to do a live
report from her hospital bed.
Well, that's good news, right?
So... what did you
want to talk about?
Mm.
This isn't easy.
If you want to talk
about something...
I would welcome us putting it
all out in the open.
Do you think Hank used me?
- What?
- Why do you think...
Hank came specifically
to me for his pain medication?
Jeremiah, uh, you are a doctor.
But he knows other doctors.
And he didn't tell you.
And he didn't even tell...
his brother.
He-- he told me.
The person he knows the least.
Why do you think that is?
I don't know.
Unless he thought
he could use...
Unless...
he thought he could
count on me to give him
what he wanted
without asking questions.
Because I... am...
me.
Jeremiah, you cannot
blame yourself.
This is Gina Black
reporting live
from my hospital bed
at Hamptons Heritage.
Don't worry.
I'm okay.
Thanks to Hankmed.
But I did want to finish
the exciting story
I started this morning.
I have the final
election results.
It turned out to be
a real squeaker.
The new village
councilperson is...
Edwina Bowman.
Who won by a razor-thin
- Sorry, Evan.
- You have to wonder...
if the final negative
campaigning made the difference.
Guess my zoning approval
won't happen in this lifetime.
- I'm sorry, Stu.
- We did our best.
Just give us a minute.
Wow.
I didn't know how much
I wanted this.
Well, the people have spoken.
That's it.
I gave it my best sh*t.
You certain did.
And maybe this is actually
a blessing in disguise.
How's that?
I miss the old Evan.
And now I get to have
my husband back,
once we get married again.
Oh. Hey.
I got this.
- Sure.
- Thank you.
So, I just spoke
to the neurosurgeon
who removed Molly's cyst,
and he said it couldn't
have gone any better.
The cyst was obstructing
the flow
of cerebrospinal fluid,
which put pressure
on her brain.
That's what was
causing her mood swings.
Don... you, uh,
you okay?
Y-yeah.
I'm just--
To think this is all because
of a medical condition that's...
This has been going on
for a long time?
Well, certainly
since I've met her.
I mean, it's possible
her car accident
was the result of a seizure
caused by the cyst.
Guess it's good that I got
the sarcoidosis, huh?
I mean, if you
hadn't come along,
I'm not sure anybody
would have recognized
what was really going on
with Molly.
Hmm.
I just...
I'm just glad ot know
it wasn't because of me.
That I'm not a bad father.
Please, Don.
You're anything but.
Maybe Molly and I can get back
to where we were.
Ah, don't get too crazy.
She's still a teenager.
Yeah.
I hear you.
And as for you, my friend,
you're gonna have to
slow down a bit.
Your body's been
through the ringer.
I'm way ahead of you.
The only thing I want to be now
is a dad.
I'll let you be the superhero.
Oh, yeah?
You hanging up your cape?
For the time being.
I'm thinking of working
a desk job at the station.
It'll give me more time
with Molly.
She's not gonna
be around forever.
And college is just around
the corner.
Ah, good for you.
Hi, daddy.
Hi, babe.
You sure we won't have to wait?
Yeah, pretty sure.
I printed this form
off their website.
We give 'em this,
they give us another form
so we can then reapply
for a marriage license.
Sounds like a lot of paperwork.
Well, had I been elected,
my first order of business
would have been
to get rid of this form.
Please hurry,
Mr. Lawson.
We've been waiting.
- Oh, well, we have
a 10:30 appointment.
It's 10:31.
Apparently they're
very punctual here.
- Just please come inside.
- Okay, okay.
Thanks.
This is, uh...
Hold this.
Okay.
Put your left hand
on the Bible.
- Who, me?
- Yes.
And raise your right hand.
Do you, Evan R. Lawson,
solemnly swear
to uphold all the rules
and regulations
of the Southampton village
council, so help you God?
I'm sorry, what does this have
to do with getting married?
Nothing.
We're swearing you in.
You're swearing me... in?
But I lost.
By 27 votes.
Actually, you won.
We overlooked the new library
computer polling station.
When we counted those votes
this morning,
you were the winner.
We tried reaching you,
but your voicemail was full.
I guess the voters
are looking for change.
Oh, my God.
I won?
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Paige, I won!
Oh, my God.
I can't believe I won.
Oh, my God.
I'm sor--
Oh.
Um, do you,
Evan R. Lawson,
solemnly swear to uphold
all the rules and regulations
of the Southampton
village council,
so help you God?
- I do.
- Congratulations.
Congratulations,
Mr. Lawson.
And thank you.
Thank... me?
For what?
For picking up the slack.
How did you put it
on the campaign trail?
Oh, yes, you'll
"Be on the job 24/7."
That's right.
These are the latest
budget reports,
council bylaws,
and village municipal codes.
You may want
to brush up on them
before your meeting
with the Sanitation Department.
Sure. Oh, I have a meeting
with the Sanitation Department?
- In five minutes.
- Oh.
I'll expect a summary
of their findings
and your recommendations
by the end of the week.
- Right.
- So that's that.
Wait, I thought...
village council
only meets once a month.
And you think a congressman
only works when congress
is in session?
No.
You really do have
a lot to learn, Mr. Lawson.
And I guess it will be
up to me to teach you.
This way, Councilman Lawson.
Wait a second.
We, uh, we want to reapply
for a marriage license
and get married.
Who handles that?
Ingrid.
Where's Ingrid?
Uh, maternity leave.
Don't worry, Councilman.
We'll fix it later.
We'll fix it later.
Congratulations, Ev.
That's Councilman Lawson
to you.
Let me get that.
Won't need these
for a while, I hope.
So, wait, you're
no longer Evan R. Lawson,
CFO of Hankmed?
- Of course I am.
- Can you be both?
I am both.
I'm Councilman Evan R. Lawson,
CFO of Hankmed.
Ah, good luck
with that business card.
Ugh, really?
- In the chips?
- It worked.
- You voted.
- I didn't say for who.
Nah.
No, but seriously,
I'm so proud of you,
little brother.
I mean, you b*at Edwina
and Blythe frickin' Ballard.
Finally.
Well, that remains
to be seen, but thanks.
What's this?
I don't know.
"Evan."
- It was just there?
- Yeah.
What?
Jeremiah resigned from Hankmed.
Effectively immediately.
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Series follows Hank Lawson, an unfairly discredited but brilliant diagnostic surgeon who winds up moving to the Hamptons with his brother as he works as a concierge to the uber rich and ultra elite.
Series follows Hank Lawson, an unfairly discredited but brilliant diagnostic surgeon who winds up moving to the Hamptons with his brother as he works as a concierge to the uber rich and ultra elite.