05x08 - Hammertime

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Previously on Royal Pains...

If I've learned anything from this,

it's that I do better living alone.

Pretty soon you'll have
someone sharing your space,

and they'll be sharing it
for, like, the next 18 years.

I share more than a surname with Boris.

You have the same genetic disease.

Once we finalize the protocols,

this will walk, talk, and smell
like a real clinical trial.

I want to know what it is he had Dmitry

trying to find at Shadow Pond.

It's called detailing the provenance.

You have to do it for every auction.

If it works, we get Milos

and whatever he's been after.

And if it doesn't,

we still get Milos.

That was Boris.

Everything all right?

The men he had trailing Milos
lost track of him.

We know what happened to the last guy

Milos got suspicious of,
he had him k*lled.

Actually, he did it himself.

Oh!

- What are you doing up?
- What are you doing up?

I can't sleep. I saw the light on.

I thought maybe you had
some news about Milos.

No news. He's still missing, okay?

He's been gone a whole week,
you know that?

What if they just never find him?

What do we do then?

I don't know. Go back to bed, Ev.

Maybe he's been arrested already,

Boris just forgot to call.

Maybe Boris had him k*lled.

I won't say the thought
hasn't crossed my mind.

Boris.

Oh, my God.

Welcome back.

Thank you.

So you guys are just...

Hey, what's going on here?

I thought I was part of this.

You are, you are.

We were just trying to come up
with a contingency plan

in case we have
to call the whole thing off.

What do you mean, call it off?

You can't call it off.

Milos is a monster, Henry.

He tried to k*ll Marisa
when she was pregnant.

He tried to k*ll Boris.
He succeeded in k*lling...

I assure you, Evan, one way or another,

Milos will answer for his sins.

Okay, all right,
what can we do in the meantime?

We stick with the plan.

We're monitoring points of entry.

Obviously if we can't find him,

the clinical trial
and the auction won't happen.

Of course, they were never
intended to happen, so...

Of course. Wait, what?

I don't understand.

Henry, this catalogue is real.

My wife's job is real.

Your priceless antiques are real.

What about this auction is not real?

The auction itself.

It was just bait to lure Milos here.

Oh, okay.

How did I not know that?

Don't blame your brother, Evan.

I asked him not to share
everything with you.

I hope you can understand.

Yeah, I totally understand.

Look, we thought we could
send Milos the catalogue,

find out what at Shadow Pond
he was interested in,

and have him arrested
before he ever got past JFK.

But he disappeared

before the catalogue could be delivered.

Franklin. I must return to the city.

Evan, I trust you'll keep
everything you've learned

to yourself?

Of course.

Okay, the next order of business

is getting someone else to say
the next order of business

while I am busy at the auction.

How's that going?

Ah, it's exhilarating and exhausting.

But in the end,
it's gonna be so worth it.

Hey, Hank, you don't think

she should stress herself out, do you?

Stress can be really hard
on the body, right?

Evan, not now.

Honey, I'm fine.

Oh, I almost forgot, a new patient,

Bert Jones, called yesterday
thinking his appointment

this morning would be here
at the guest house.

Ah, did you tell him
we can't see patients here?

I left a message on his voice mail.

You know what,
I wouldn't worry about it.

Hank prefers to handle
all the details himself.

Oh, God.

Hank?

Evan? Is everything okay?

Yep, yep, yep. Everything's great.

It's great. It couldn't be better.

If it were, it would be strange.

It's Russel.

One of his specialists cut himself.

Can one of you...

- I'll go.
- I'll go too.

- Bye.
- Bye.

All right, out with it.

I am really mad about last night.

I really thought
you seemed okay with it.

It was late, and Boris was there,

and Boris scares the hell out of me.

Look, if I told you everything,

you would've told Paige.

And she would've felt obligated
to tell her boss.

Isn't that my decision to make?

Evan, Boris is trying
to stop a m*rder*r,

and we're arguing about an auction

that's not gonna happen.

It's not gonna happen?

Have you looked outside recently?

Sutton and Chesterfield
will be paid for their work.

That's supposed to just make it right?

Paige has worked her ass off.

They're planning a huge event.

When is Boris gonna tell 'em
it's not happening?

I don't know.

I don't know. That's his call.

Evan, this is really important.

Boris is trying to get his life back.

Please don't lose sight of that, okay?

Oh, okay.

I'm gonna get that, unless
you wanna do that yourself too.

Hello, I'm looking for Dr. Lawson.

Oh, I guess you didn't get the message.

Message?

Yeah, we are unable to treat
patients here temporarily,

but...

You're Mr. Jones, right?

No, I am...

Milos!

Welcome to Shadow Pond.

Thank you.

Come in.

There is a m*rder*r in our powder room.

Calm down. We'll figure it out.

When did he get here?
How did he clear immigration?

Evan, we don't have a lot of time.

He probably took
a private jet, probably...

He snuck into the country.

Listen to me. I want you to go.

- Where?
- Anywhere but here.

Call Boris, tell him what's happened,

and do not come back.

Give me your phone.
I'll put in his number.

Okay.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- What are you gonna do?
- I'll keep an eye on him.

Maybe I can start the work up
for the clinical trial.

Wait, Henry, please...

Don't worry. I'll be okay.

Hank.

What is this?

Yes, Hank is with him right now.

He's gonna start doing his doctor thing

for the, you know,
the fake clinical trial.

Good. Seems you have
everything well in hand.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

Should I call the police

or the FBI or the Pentagon maybe?

I think not, Evan.

Make no more calls.

Ask Hank to keep an eye on Milos

and don't alarm him.

- I'll handle the rest.
- All right, but...

And you barely touched the blade.

Were you able to save my finger?

It's my texting finger.

You're going to be fine.

Though I'm going to give you

a tetanus sh*t just to be safe.

When was the last time you had one?

I was ten. Camp Chatuga for boys.

Cut my foot on a rusty nail.

Evils of summer camp.

Oh, you don't know the half of it.

This camp, they wouldn't spend
money to fix anything.

We had to ride
emotionally damaged ponies.

You can imagine

how a boy would be wounded
by that, right?

- Ready?
- Mm-hmm.

I compensate now

by exhibiting a sense of humor

with just a touch of the bad boy in it.

Wade.

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Luckily, I just missed the flexor...

You had me at fine.

Upstairs now.

Not too much girl talk.
She has a job to do.

- Chop-chop.
- Okay.

So if Wade asks, which he will,

can I give him your number?

What are you talking about?

He was totally flirting with you.

- He was?
- Yes.

Like a ten-year-old who just got back

from Camp Chatuga for boys.

I totally missed it.

Wow, your leg has healed nicely.

When did the external fixation
device come off?

Two weeks ago, as scheduled.

Speaking of schedules,

shall we move on to what's
needed for the clinical trial?

Your brother, he said
you can't see patients here.

You're an exception.

I'm glad you're here.

I have to admit, when you didn't
answer my calls or texts,

I thought maybe you
lost interest in this treatment.

In my family,
we have to travel discreetly,

as you must understand.

Sometimes there is a lapse
in communication.

- Uh-huh.
- So this auction,

it is tomorrow?

Yes. It is.

Is the preview today?

II don't know.

I haven't paid much attention.

I know it all came together
very quickly.

Did you get off a plane
within the last few hours?

And how is that relevant?

I'm just trying to figure out

why your blood pressure's a little high.

It was a long journey.

I'm gonna need some labs.

When was the last time you ate?

Two hours ago.

Well, we need you to be
fasting for four hours

before we take them.

Milos, you should rest.

We have a guest room.

Why don't you lie down for a few hours?

I would like.

- Thank you.
- Yep.

Well, I called to make
an appointment for my wife.

I was at the doctor last week.

Why didn't you want her
to see your usual doctor?

Between you and me, when I was there,

I noticed he was wearing a pair of pants

I gave to Goodwill last year.

Those weren't your pants.

They were definitely my pants.

Besides which, he thinks
all my problems are age-related.

Where does he get an idea like that?

Divya, I want you to meet
my best girl Bea.

We're married happily,

I might add,
just to be up-front about that.

Thank you for your honesty.

- It's nice to meet you.
- You as well.

You know, I have to keep reminding sid

it's my eyesight that's bad,
not my hearing.

Actually, that won't help

because he has short-term memory issues.

You know, maybe I should stick around

and skip the tournament.

It's lawn bowling, you know.

Don't be so neurotic.

I'll be fine.

Okay.

Hmm.

- Honey...
- Yeah.

Don't forget your bowling shoes.

Nah, they don't fit anymore.
They're too tight.

Don't be so neurotic. I'll be fine.

You bring me home a trophy.

So how can I help?

Well, in addition to
my poorly developing carrots...

I have a slight fever,

and I've also had
some joint pain lately.

Do you have any allergies?

Two. Cats and penicillin.

Okay.

And what prescription
medications are you taking?

None. I've never really needed any.

- Although my mother...
- Tell me about your mother.

She was very judgmental, for one.

Mm.

And she had rheumatoid arthritis.

It started when she was younger
than I am now.

Within months of the diagnosis,

my mother could barely leave the house.

Well, just because a parent
has R.A. doesn't mean

it will be passed along.

So what do you think is wrong?

I don't know yet,

but I am going to do
everything I can to find out,

starting with a blood draw
and some X-rays.

And I'll be back later to follow up.

Thank you for being so thorough

and easy to work with.

You guys are fantastic.

- See you tomorrow.
- Thanks so much.

Thank you. Bye.

What did you forget? Oh.

I thought you were somebody else.

- Can I help you?
- I'm here for the auction.

Oh, I'm sorry. It's not till tomorrow.

- There's no preview?
- No.

Oh, what a pity.

I'm Milos Kuester-Ratenicz.

Oh, Kuester-Ratenicz.
You're related to Boris?

Yeah, he was my cousin.

I'm Paige Lawson.

You are related to Dr. Lawson?

He's my brother-in-law.

- Oh.
- It's nice to meet you.

You too. You are here alone?

I am, but I know the estate pretty well.

Would you like to come inside?

I would love.

When I was young,

this used to be in the house
in Kleinwalsertal.

Oh, this used to be
my favorite hiding place

when Boris and I used to play
hide-and-seek together.

He was older than me,
indulged me, playing games,

making up ghost stories.

Telling me German fairy tales.

That's really sweet.

Not the way Boris told them.

- Hey, babe.
- Hey.

- What's up?
- I'm in the driveway.

I'm just stuck behind a stupid truck.

The thing just broke down
right in front of me.

It's unbelievable.

- Babe, I got to go.
- Huh?

Boris' cousin is here,
and I don't want to be rude.

Okay. I'll see you later.

Be careful with that Kn*fe.

It's really sharp.

Paige, listen to me.

Paige. Paige!

Oh, my God.

Come on!

- What?
- Say command.

Call Hank.

- Hey, Ev.
- Milos is at Shadow Pond

with Paige right now, Henry.

Milos is in the guest room resting.

Where are you anyway?
Why aren't you at Shadow Pond?

Boris wanted us to keep an eye on Milos,

so I went to the spy shop,
I bought this clock radio

with a built-in hidden camera,
but I'm too late.

Hank, he's gonna k*ll my wife!

Evan, you have to stop acting crazy.

You're gonna blow this whole thing.

Boris always loved to collect things,

even when he was younger.

- Evan?
- Oh, my God.

Aah!

- Oh, God.
- Look out.

- What are you doing?
- Sorry, Milos.

Evan, I looked... whoa, what happened?

Why were you running like that?

Milos, don't move yet.

Are you hurt?

My right knee.

Okay, we need to get an X-ray.

I will not go back into that wheelchair.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, Milos.

I'm sorry to call you back so soon.

It's not a problem.

How long have you been wheezing
like that?

Maybe an hour.

Your X-rays didn't show
any bone erosion,

which would rule out R.A.,

but we're still waiting
for your blood test results.

In the meantime,
I want to do a skin biopsy.

This could be
some kind of allergic reaction.

But no rheumatoid arthritis?

Bert will be so glad.

Oh.

How long have the two of you
been together?

Oh, we were high school sweethearts.

That is lovely.

But we didn't stay together.

Our parents didn't approve.

Life pulled us in different directions.

We married other people,

had families,

and both our spouses passed away.

Then my grandson told me about Facebook.

And when I looked,

there he was, as handsome as ever.

I sent him a friend request,

and two weeks later, we were married.

Well, that must have been
quite a friend request.

Well, here's your trophy.

- Participant?
- Hey.

Don't worry about the fine print.

How's my girl?

Divya's doing a skin biopsy.

I have a rash.

She thinks it might be
an allergic reaction.

I don't see any cats around.

It's possible she's developed
an adult-onset allergy.

I hope you're not gonna find
she's allergic to me.

Maybe we should rule that out.
Come here, baby.

Mwah.

Anything?

Well, my heart's b*ating
a little faster.

You mentioned you saw a doctor earlier.

Yeah, I had a little strep throat.

- What did he prescribe you?
- Penicillin.

Bea, you said that you were allergic

to penicillin.

I'm so sorry.

I should have asked this earlier.

Are you two sexually active?

Are you saying that his penicillin is...

Possibly being transferred to you.

So I am allergic to you.

Well, I've heard worse than that.

Okay, we need to get you
something for that now.

Bert, she's in respiratory distress.

Call 911.

Hang on, baby. You're gonna be fine.

They're all done.
You guys can come in now.

Okay.

So good news.

No broken bones.

Oh, my God. That's great.

Yeah.

Milos, I just want to say I'm so sorry.

No, no, no.

I am sorry for being so short
with you earlier.

Really?

Milos, why don't you have
dinner with Evan and me tonight?

In fact, you should stay at Shadow Pond.

There's plenty of room.

Well, you know what, actually...

No, no, I would be delighted.

And you, you didn't tell me
your lovely wife

worked for the auction house.

So you could help me buy in advance?

Oh, I would love to help you,

but unfortunately
Sutton and Chesterfield

has a strict policy against that.

Paige, he's a relative.

I mean, couldn't you make an exception?

I'm sorry.

But since you're family, I could
get you on the guest list.

That would be splendid. Thank you.

Okay. Good.

I'm just gonna need some signatures.

Uh-huh.

If I'm stable, why do I have
to stay in the hospital?

We just want to keep an eye on
you, make sure nothing changes.

And I'll just be a phone call away.

Hey. What's up?

Oh, our new patient Bea

was admitted
for a severe allergic reaction

to penicillin.

Why was she prescribed penicillin?

She wasn't.

Her husband Bert was.

He was giving it to her.

Why was he giving it to her?

He wasn't giving it to her.

He was... he was giving it to her.

Oh. Okay. All right, Bert.

Oh, Divya, meet Milos, Boris' cousin.

Divya's our P.A.

- Nice to meet you.
- You too.

Are you coming to dinner as well?

Oh, she's busy with patients,

so she can't.

What a shame.

- So, Milos...
- Mm.

Tell me about Budapest.

I hear it's an amazing city.

It is exceptional.

The Danube is particularly beautiful.

- Can you pass the bread?
- Yes, of course.

Thank you.

A toast, hmm? Cheers.

- Yes.
- Salute,

- as they say in Italy.
- Salute.

And good wine.

Do you need anything else, sir?

No, we're fine.

- Everything's wonderful, Udo.
- Very well.

Thank you.

This wine is excellent.

Ah. Very, very good.

That's not my point.

Udo, please come in.

- Welcome home, sir.
- Danke schon.

- Bitte schon.
- It's good to be back.

What I'm trying to say is Milos is here.

Why not just have him arrested?

Because he is here, Hank.

I understand why going through
with the auction is tantalizing,

but this auction was never
supposed to actually happen.

Whatever Milos wants is here
at Shadow Pond.

He could be quite dangerous, yes?

- Yeah.
- You know my family's history...

armaments, chemicals,
not always to good purpose.

My grandfather built
this entire house himself,

all 109,000 square feet of it.

Even I don't know all of its secrets.

Boris, Milos was never
supposed to get this close.

You're putting innocent people at risk,

people I care about.

I know. I know.

We are going to expose Milos' agenda

and put an end to his bloodshed.

Test, test. Okay.

Let's go over the checklist.

- Number one.
- Record every bid you announce.

Number two.

Pay close attention to the side bank

because bids will be coming in remotely

via telephone and Internet.

- Three.
- When an item is sold,

enter the final price quickly
and accurately.

And what do you do
if at any point in the auction

you lose track of the bidding?

I-I don't know.

Then don't lose track of the bidding.

- Right.
- Excuse me.

Mrs. Lawson.
And you must be the auctioneer.

Russel Berger. And you are?

Milos Kuester-Ratenicz.

Of course.

How can I help you,
Mr. Kuester-Ratenicz?

I was wondering if I could make

a bid anonymously.

Absolutely. I'll act as your proxy.

Just indicate what you're interested in

and your maximum bid.

Of course you can also bid remotely

either by phone or online.

That way, you're both anonymous,

and you can be certain
you're not outbid.

Even better. I can leave now.

Thank you.

Milos, I thought you were excited

about attending the auction.

I was forgetting myself
in my enthusiasm.

Sometimes with items of great value,

it's better to conceal one's interest.

Thank you again for your hospitality.

Hey, Bert. You ready to go visit Bea?

Give me a minute.

I just wanted to bring her
some strawberries.

Everything okay?

Yeah. Hands are a little stiff today.

These old bones and joints
are fighting me.

You mentioned the other day
that your lawn bowling shoes

had gotten too tight.

Yeah, my feet are old too.

Bert, can I see your hands?

Ow.

Ooh.

It was a little uncomfortable,

but I just thought it was old age.

Isn't that what you accused
your former doctor of doing?

Mm-hmm.

This ring needs to come off now.

Ow!

Ooh. Ah.

Okay, perfect.

Sorry.

Okay.

- All right. Ready?
- Yeah.

Ow! Ooh.

What is wrong with me?

I think that you have

post-streptococcal glomerulonephritis.

I'd like to buy a vowel.

It's a kidney disorder

that can occur after a strep infection.

Your blood vessels get inflamed

and make your kidneys
less able to do their job,

which causes swelling and joint pain.

It looks like Bea's going
to have a new roommate tonight.

Oh.

Milos, where are you going?

I have business to attend to.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I was hoping to do another blood draw.

Your CPK level's a little high.

I'm concerned it may affect

your eligibility for the trial.

But as you pointed out yourself,

the trial comes with no guarantees.

Still, I think it's your best sh*t.

It is not possible.

I will follow up
with my doctor back home.

Don't worry, Hank.
Everything will be fine.

Hank!

There's been an accident.

It's Russel.

The auctioneer. Let's go.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I was in the other room,
I heard a loud crash,

and found him like that.

Russel?

Russel?

What happened?

Russel, it's Dr. Lawson.

You had an accident
and lost consciousness.

Please don't move your neck.

I need to check your pupils.

Okay.

Look straight up for me.

That's it.

Good.

Okay, he needs a CT.
I think he has a concussion.

I called the ambulance already.

Good.

So the auction, it will be delayed?

No.

The reputation
of Sutton and Chesterfield

is at stake.

Paige can take over.

- She can?
- Do you know every item?

Backwards and forwards.

Then you can.

Good afternoon.

I am pleased to announce

that despite Mr. Berger's recent injury,

the auction will continue as planned.

However, due to the constraints

of limited personnel,

remote bidding can
no longer be accommodated.

I must apologize in advance.

I'm not nearly as seasoned
an auctioneer as Mr. Berger.

Fortunately, the items up for bid today

speak for themselves.

Lot number one is

a limited edition ebony, bone,
and manta ray skin humidor,

handmade in 1986

to celebrate the 20th anniversary

of the Cohiba brand.

And $12,000 to start it.









Do I have 14,000? 14,000.

Well, Evan looks less nervous.



I think he's finally settled down.

- 15,000.
- Just in time.



Selling then. Fair warning at 15,000.

Sold.

This pair of
singing bird pistols from 1820

attributed to freres Rochat,
must be considered

one of the most amazing
mechanical works of art

for any collector.

We'll start the bidding
for this extremely rare item

at $1.2 million.





Our next item,

lot number 37 is a magnificent Bechstein

French Louis XV style grand piano

with ormolu mounts.

Numbered 20475

for the date 1888 in mint condition,

being offered with bench
and matching metronome.

We'll start the bidding at $185,000.



He's bidding on the piano.

- Why?
- 190,000.

- I don't know.
- 190,000 on my left.



But that's what he wants.



Fair warning.

Selling then for $195,000.

Sold.

Why don't we go ask him?

- Yeah.
- Lot number 38

is a vintage ornate candelabrum

produced based on a design by Al-Jazari.

We'll begin the bidding at $17,000.

- 17,000. Do I have 18,000?
- Wait.





Selling then, fair warning, at $19,000.

Sold.

Do I have 165,000?





Sold.







Selling then at $70,000.

Selling then, fair warning, at $450,000.



Sold.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we are going to take a 30-minute break.

There are refreshments on the terrace.

For those of you who would
like to collect your items,

please see the cashier.

Okay, here's your last item, Milos.

Shut the door.

Congratulations.

You've acquired
some really wonderful pieces.

Am I wasting my time here?

I'm not sure I understand
what you're asking.

When you researched
the provenance on these items,

how thoroughly did you inspect them?

We were very thorough.

No, you.

You were thorough.

So you could have tampered with them,

removed items of value.

I can assure you that all of the items

are in their original condition.

Is there something specific
that seems to be missing?

How is it that you and your husband

managed to move into this house
at the very same time

your company was engaged
to auction the estate?

How did that come to pass?

Oh, there you are.

Sorry to interrupt,

but they're looking for you.

They're going crazy down there.

They need you for something.

I hope your purchases
in the next session

will be more pleasing.

We have some rare items coming up.

What is he doing?

What the hell?

That is intriguing.

Ladies and gentlemen,

please take your seats.

The auction will resume
in just a few minutes.

Is there a pattern we're not seeing?

What is Milos expecting
to find in these items?

Time.

That was a Chinese incense clock.

There is a grandfather clock.

The antique candelabrum kept time

through the melting of wax.

The metronome is a timepiece as well.

It's all time.

But what would you keep inside a clock?

I don't...

The Count of St. Germain.

The who of what?

The Count of St. Germain,

it's an old Bavarian myth.

It's a folk tale.

I used to tell it to Milos
when he was a child.

It's about a magic elixir,

which when stored inside of a clock,

promised immortality.

He used to beg me to tell it
over and over again.

He once asked
if it could cure his father.

The genetic disease can affect
bones and muscles,

- but the third element is...
- Dementia.

Milos wasn't trying to leave
because he's suspicious.

He was leaving because he's delusional.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Lot number 71.

Although this simple Biedermeier cuckoo

with alabaster columns looks unassuming,

it's historically quite significant.

It was made
by Johann Baptist Beha in 1842

when he was 27 years old.

We'll start the bidding at $50,000.

$50,000. Do I have 55,000?



$60,000.







$150,000.

$150,000.

Do I have an advance on 150,000?

Selling then, fair warning, at 150,000.

$1 million.

Boris.

You do have the cure,

and you have kept it for yourself.

They got him.

Thanks to you.

Get him up.

Get out of my house, Milos.

Go on.

Nice work, guys. Nice work.

Everyone did a great job.

Call in the bureau.

Looks like your test results

have confirmed glomerulonephritis.

Hmm.

Well, I can scratch that
off my bucket list.

You'll continue on I.V. antibiotics

until the swelling goes down,

and you can leave once your
blood pressure's under control.

And I was told I'd be discharged

- this afternoon?
- That's right.

And you'll continue taking Prednisone.

I'd advise that you wait
two or three days

before you resume
any intimate relations.

Which is it, two or three?

Oh, I still can't believe

the mere mention of a pair

of lawn bowling shoes saved Bert's life.

Well, Hankmed is sensitive

to its patients and their needs.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

I know you feel bad
about not asking about sex,

but you shouldn't.

It wasn't about your age.

It's about this time in my life.

It's about me
and what's missing for now.

Don't put so much pressure on yourself.

Life is long and wonderful.

It ebbs and flows

like the perennials in my garden.

Sometimes they're in bloom,
sometimes they're not,

but they're always alive.

So I'm going through a dormant period.

Exactly.

- Hmm.
- Things change.

Unexpected things happen.

You make sure I know that information

- when you get it, yes?
- Okay.

So this whole nightmare,
all the intrigue,

everything was
'cause Milos is delusional?

Looks that way.

I'm just glad you decided

not to listen to me
and told Paige everything.

Otherwise, Milos might have
slipped through our fingers.

Boris, I know I promised not
to say anything,

but when I saw my wife
getting in deeper and deeper,

I... I didn't know what else to do.

I couldn't take the chance that she...

He was giving it to her.

Oh. Okay.

All right, Bert.

Oh, Divya, meet Milos.

Milos, this is Divya. Our P.A.

I have to tell you something.

Are you coming to dinner as well?

It's about Milos.

Salute. Cheers.

You can also bid remotely,

either by phone or online.

That way, you're both anonymous,

and you can be certain
you're not outbid.

Even better.

And then Milos said he was leaving.

Well, we're going to have
to figure out a way

to keep him from going.

I'll follow up with my doctor back home.

Don't worry, Hank.
Everything will be fine.

Hank!

It's Russel. There's been an accident.

The auctioneer. Let's go.

It's go time. Are you ready?

As long as Boris doesn't forget

people who do favors for him,
then I'm ready.

There's no need for an apology, Evan.

Given the outcome,
I think we can consider

this endeavor a success,

perhaps because we all trusted
the right people.

Excuse me.

Great work, Paige. You too.

Oh, my God.

- That was amazing.
- I know.

All those people.

They had to make
the auction look real, right?

When you're Boris,
you can afford to hire

the entire security firm.

- You were great.
- You were great.

No, you... okay, we were both great.

Just especially you.

Thank you for helping.

Well, I help because it was important

to Hank, to Boris,

but most importantly, to you.

And I would have helped you

had you told me
when you first found out.

A man's life was at stake.

No, I totally get that,

and I understand how important that is.

But I still wish you would've told me.

I hated it, Paige,

but Hank made me promise
not to tell you.

Well, shouldn't you decide
what I deserve to know?

We are blood, Boris. Share the cure.

Mila...

Cousin...

There is no cure.

The cure is a fairy tale,

like the Count of St. Germain.

You tried to k*ll me,

to k*ll my family, you m*rder*d Dima

for something that never existed.

It does not exist.

You're a liar.

It's over, Hank.

Hopefully, this is the end

of generations of v*olence in my family.

And a new beginning for you.

We shall see.