05x09 - Pins And Needles

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Previously on Royal Pains...

I'm still experiencing some pain,

so I thought I should add back
a little Hydrocodone.

- How much do you need?
- Don't fret, you're new.

I've lived here for over two years.

Oh, dear, no. I meant new to politics.

I'm sure you'll catch on.

I'm running against Blythe
Ballard's handpicked candidate

because Blythe has
a monopoly on the power

of the Hamptons' village council.

We want to buy Hankmed.

Get a room, and don't come out

until a deal's been finalized.

I think you're gonna be very
pleased with what we worked out.

- I know I am.
- Huh.

- Isn't it beautiful?
- We paid this for that?

I would buy you a copy
of Art For Dummies,

but I don't think you'd understand it!

I share more than a surname with Boris.

You have the same genetic disease.

What is Milos expecting
to find in these items?

The Count of St. Germain.

It's an old Bavarian myth
about a magic elixir

which, when stored inside of a clock,

promised immortality.

You do have the cure,

and you've kept it for yourself.

There is no cure.

I'm sorry, sir.

Pothole.

But we're almost out of the city.

Ask me about my stance on plastic bags.

What's your stance on plastic bags?

I am against plastic bags.

The only thing that belongs
in the ocean is fish.

What about whales?

Are you anti-mammal?

I am pro-whale, but anti-plastic bag.

Except the one you're using right now.

The... yes.

That's a really great answer, Evan.

Yeah.

So okay, let's remember that

I'm debating Edwina Bowman,

who was handpicked by Blythe Ballard,

and Blythe Ballard is probably
prepping her right now,

and she's definitely not
just like, "oh, good answer."

Evan, I don't have time
to argue about a debate.

I need to put Boris's estate
back in order

now that he's alive again.

- That sounds really weird.
- That may sound weird,

but the fact is, everything
is back to normal now.

Yeah, except "normal" means
no more castle-sitting.

Well, we can live without 16 bathrooms.

I know.

I'm just saying,
a person shouldn't have to.

We're gonna find a great place, okay?

- Bye.
- All right, bye, babe.

Okay, so...

Oh, Twitter alert!

I'm following this political blogger,

Ally Cunningham.
She's moderating the debate.

- Huh.
- She tweets a lot about opinion

polls and, apparently,
also pocket tweets.

What the heck?

And another one, wow.
She must be sitting on her...

Uh-oh.

- I don't want to ask.
- I wouldn't.

- I have to.
- Are you sure?

Maybe not. I could live with...

Would you please look at this?

- Yeah
- Yes.

Oh, it's a political sign.
They're all over town.

Yeah, outside Baker And The Bean.

Hashtag, "I'd better get down there."

Uh, please don't hashtag
things out loud.

I've got to put some of my signs up too.

Wait, wait, wait.
Aren't you supposed to be

covering me at
the Hamptons Heritage meeting?

Uh, yes, that's why I sent Jeremiah.

Jeremiah is not a department head.

Hashtag, "boring meeting."

Oh! Jeremiah.
Is the meeting over already?

Yes, it was quite efficient.
I enjoyed it.

Oh. I was on my way to relieve you,

but, uh, thanks for covering for Evan.

Oh, you mean covering for you.

You're the head of the department, Hank.

Chief of concierge medicine,
whether you like it or not.

Yeah, I'm not much of a meeting guy.

- That's more Evan's territory...
- Hmm.

Which is why I tried to send him.

- Oh.
- Shelby Shackleford?

That's me. Who are they from?

Uh, Mr. Keller.

Every flower sends a particular message.

Would you like to hear about gardenias?

Oh, no. I got the message.

Huh. I never would have taken Ken

as the flower type.

Oh, he's not. But I am.

Call me once Jeremiah has filled you in

on the meeting you skipped.

Will do.

Oh, by the way, I'm on
my last day of pain pills.

- I could use a refill.
- Of course.

When did I write the last one?

Aah! Help!

Help me!

I need help! Aah!

- Okay, okay, careful.
- Aah! Aah!

Don't move! Don't move.

Easy. Okay.

Okay. All right.

It really hurts.

How can I help, Dr. Lawson?

More alcohol swabs, please.

Um, is the pain subsiding?

Oh, it hurts like crazy.

I... I always laugh at the wrong time.

My dad called it, "the church giggles."

How did this happen?

Oh, I was bringing
the nurses purple lilacs,

but then I accidentally
grabbed the cactus,

and then... I fell.

Looks like you've done this before.

How did you know?

Um, these are granulomas.

They form when your
immune system walls off

foreign bodies to your skin.

They're telling me this wasn't

your first scuffle with a cactus.

I'm gonna give you

a steroid injection
for the inflammation.

Little pinch.

Could you have a vision problem?

I wondered that.

That's why I had
my eyes tested last week.



Good.

- Anything else?
- Uh, no.

We've got it under control.
You're a lifesaver.

I have ten hours worth of work
to do in an eight-hour shift.

Go ahead. We're fine.

Thanks. Feel better.

Well, I guess there's nothing
wrong with your eyesight,

but you do need to pay attention
to what you're doing, okay?

Next time, watch for thorns.

Glochids.

The hair-like spines on cacti

are called glochids.

Oh. Okay, um, ooh.

You mind finishing up
the glochid removal?

I... I'm meeting Boris. Thanks.

Oh, and Jeremiah,
I'll... I'll get that other

patient's prescription from you later.

Bye, Felix.

Mm, bye.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Sorry to bother you, Ally,

but I'm Evan R. Lawson, for Change.

I know who you are.
I'm your debate moderator.

Oh, right.

Also, your umbrella impaled a protestor

at the campaign event.

That was a huge story for me.

The video went viral.

Did it?

Did you see my tweet
on the Harborfest poll?

I did not. Not yet.

Um, did... wait a minute. Unless...

There were these.

- Is that it?
- Oh.

How did I miss that?

Oh, people pocket tweet all the time.

I guess I got distracted.

I have a bit of a headache.

Well, a headache can totally
throw you off your game, Ally.

That's serious. Would you let me help?

You see, I'm not just
Evan R. Lawson for Change,

I'm also Evan R. Lawson, CFO of Hankmed.

I know that too.

You must think that I'm
a terrible reporter.

No, not at all.

It's... it's just...

you know, pick up a few things

being around a doctor your whole life.

- Oh, whoa, what are you doing?
- Oh.

My brother.

I've seen him do it
a million times for headaches.

It works like a charm, like, instantly.

So you've just got to put it
against your orbital...

- That's cold.
- Lobe thing.

Okay.

Breathe.

Okay.

If you breathe...
is that feeling a little better?

Thanks, but now I have mascara
in my eye, so...

Oh, well, I... I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. I can...

Oh! Oh, no.

Okay, I'll... I... I'll fix this.

- Oh, my God.
- I'll be right back.

Oh, my God.

Do you really think he'll apologize?

Well, I imagine his attorney

has insisted that he appear remorseful

so she can plead for leniency.

Cousin Boris, thank you for visiting.

This is not a social call, Milos.

You're lucky I turned you over
to the authorities

instead of handling you myself.

Uh, I gave the physicians here
your latest test results.

I have some questions.

First, tell me again?

- What?
- I know, I know.

You've told me 100 times. But once more?

The Count of St. Germain.

The man who does not die.

Oh-oh, we'll have to come back later

- when he's more... lucid.
- Milos...

Cousin Boris, papa won't be
home for hours, and I'm bored.

I've had a couple
of headaches this week,

but I ignore them and they go away.

Pain is your body's way of telling you

that something isn't right.

Well, I'm not gonna slow down

for a couple of barely-there headaches.

There's too much to cover.

Blythe's council is busy.

"Blythe's council"?

Hard not to think of it as hers.

She's been around since
my grandfather ran the show.

Who's your grandfather?

You've never heard of John Cunningham?

- I'm sorry.
- No, that's great.

You'll be the first person

in Hamptons politics not to call me

"John Cunningham's granddaughter Ally."

Wow, that's not much of a nickname.

How about we just go with "Al"?

Point is, he had the place
wired, and now Blythe does.

You'll learn.

I would suggest over
the counter Ibuprofen,

but if your headaches become
more severe or more frequent,

please give me a call, right away.

Sure. Thanks.

So, that's it, Divya. Thank you.

Don't hesitate to call anytime
you want, Ally.

- Anytime.
- Okay.

Looking forward to that debate.

- Thank you.
- Great.

Bye-bye.

Aspirin?

That's your big medical solve, aspirin?

Ibuprofen.

Oh, okay. Divya...

you need to follow up with her, today.

This woman could make or break
my political future.

You heard her.
Blythe has the council wired.

You know what that means, "wired"?

It means I cut the wrong wire,
boom, my future explodes!

Just be prepared
and be the best candidate.

Or at least be prepared.

I can't... how am I supposed
to be prepared?

I have no one to prepare with.

- No.
- Yes.

- No!
- Come on, it's perfect!

You never agree with me on anything!

- No way!
- See?

Please, Divya, Divya.

I will owe you, big time, okay?

I'll owe a huge favor to be named later.

I know I'm gonna regret this.

Divya!

Yeah, I regret it.

Jeremiah.

How long have you been here?



- Oh.
- Um, I checked my records

on the date and dosage
of the Hydrocodone I prescribed.

You shouldn't need a refill yet.

Oh, yeah, I did take
a couple extra pills.

Only on bad days.



What are you implying?

I'm uncomfortable writing
another prescription

for opiates again so soon.

I was gonna suggest maybe trying
an anti-seizure med.

Yeah, I... I can't take those.

They make me groggy, and I can't risk

not being at my best for my patients.

Are you anticipating the pain?

Is that why you've taken extra?

No, I've just developed
a bit of a tolerance,

which is predictable with opiates.

Do you watch the clock

until it's time to take your medication?

So you're a pain psychologist now?

Uh, no, I have no background
in psychology.

Right, but you're suggesting
I'm addicted to my medication.

I want to make sure you're not...

I'm not. I've got it under control.

Isn't that what an addict would say?

Jeremiah, do I look like
an addict to you?

No.

- But...
- Look, if you don't want

to write the script, that's fine.

Sorry I asked.

Oh, my... Hank.

I... I wasn't expecting to see you here.

I thought I was following up
with Felix this morning.

I thought I was.

Well, since you're here,
you can grab me a 4x4.

Thank you.

These are beautiful.

Romance and faithfulness.

Peonies say romance, and birds
of paradise say faithfulness.

- Huh.
- Perfect for an anniversary.

Where did you learn all that?

My dad taught me floriology
when I was in high school.

- Floriology?
- The language of flowers.

I was kind of awkward.

I hit puberty early,
and kids thought I was weird.

How early?

Around eight, I guess.

So, you dealt with social awkwardness...

using flower language.

I know, it didn't work out so well.

I started a bimetallic
coin collectors club.

That also did not work out so well.

I'm... I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you.

That's just my church giggles again.

It's all right.

I never have a problem talking

when it comes to flowers, though.

The perfect flower
for the perfect message.

No words, just peonies
and birds of paradise.

I was up all night arranging
these, but it was worth it.

Do you work through the night a lot?

All the time. I never needed much sleep.

I think I'd like to do a blood draw.

Early puberty could suggest
a hormone abnormality.

And I want to do a sleep study.

Shouldn't we wait for the blood results?

Or we do the sleep study tonight.

I'm not trying to be insubordinate.

Yeah, no, I never...
I never said you were.

Do you guys need star of Bethlehem?

For reconciliation.

Oh, we're fine.

We're fine.

Are the podia really necessary?

Couldn't we have debated
at the guest house?

Uh, no.

The more like the actual debate it is,

the more prepared I'll be.
I've thought it out.

And it's actually "podiums."

"Podia," from the Latin.

"Podiums," from the office depot.

It's... it's... but this is good.

This is good debating so far.
This is great!

We're getting warmed up. All right.

So I know there's gonna be
a question about Harborfest,

'cause Ally just did a poll.

Let's just get started.

- Mm-hmm.
- All right.

Harborfest!

I think Harborfest is expensive,

as well as a public safety nightmare.

Don't you dare get rid of Harborfest!

Whoa.

It blew up the pier last year, Divya.

There are lawsuits pending.

Harborfest... it should be mothballed.

I have loved that festival
since I was a little girl,

and so have most of your constituents.

So I should be pro-lawsuit?

Don't take such a hard line.

You can be against
the problems of Harborfest

without being against
the festival itself.

Sneaky.

What if Ally asks me
a direct question, though?

Am I pro or con?

I have never heard a politician

answer a question directly.

No reason for you to be the first.

Divya, you're like the debate whisperer.

- It's so cool.
- Yeah.

So where do you stand on Harborfest?

Harborfest is a cherished

community tradition with problems.

I vehemently disagree!

The festival has unique challenges.

Isn't that the same thing I just said?

Mine sounded better. I win.

- It's just the gardener.
- I know! But he was listening.

- You really are good at this.
- I know.

- All right, teach me.
- First things first.

They go away. I can't without my cards.

Yes, you can. So ready?

What is your stance on roadside mu...

I can't, I need them. I'm just...

- I can't, I need my cards.
- Stand!

- Please give me my cards.
- No.

- Are you kidding?
- I said "no."

- Give me my...
- No, don't! No!

Seeing Milos must have been hard for you.

There are so many questions
we'll never answer.

How did all this start?

How long has Milos
been mentally impaired?

Well, greed and illness have
been so prevalent in my family,

it's difficult to know where one ends

and the other begins.

I doubt Milos will be able
to shed light on that now.

But you might learn more
if you talk to him.

Dementia does ebb and flow.

All I remember is my father, Hank.

He was never himself again once...

Ugh. I must admit to you,

since you suggested my family
history of premature death

might be attributable to poisoning,

I had embraced the theory,

but... seeing Milos...

How sick.

No.

This disease has always been
the real culprit.

Boris, we don't know that.

Well, he's not poisoning himself, is he?

What I mean is...

I wanted to believe that
my only enemy was Milos.

And, in truth, he and I

share a common enemy...

Our own blood.

You've outlived your father
and your grandfather already.

Medicine has come a long way since then.

Your wife is a preeminent geneticist.

Yes, you may become sick, someday.

But none of us gets to choose
when we die.

Only how we live.

Daisy.

I didn't know you worked down here.

I'm floating tonight.

It sounds much more peaceful than it is.

Really, I'm running around like
a chicken with her head cut off.

I've got to be everywhere

and know everything.

It's so doctors have someone
to blame, right?

You found us out.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- Did I tickle you?
- No.

Well, is it too tight then?

Okay, well, sleep well.

Good night, Daisy.

Guys, what is all this?

This is a polysomnogram.

It'll record your blood oxygen
level, breathing,

and rem stages, and this eeg
will record your brain activity.

Like a seismograph,
but without earthquakes.

No earthquakes.

I'll do my best.

You'll do great. All right, Felix.

Pleasant dreams.

- Hey.
- Hey, babe!

I missed you this morning.

I feel like it's been forever

since you were here when I woke up.

Yeah, sorry.

- I had to leave early.
- Why?

Oh, no. She's here.

Who's where?

Blythe Ballard is
at the Red Hat Society.

Why are you at the Red Hat Society?

Ally tweeted she'd be here

and I thought she could cover me
at a community event.

But the Red Hat Society
is a women's organization.

Yes, I know that... now.

Um, oh, man, this keeps getting worse.

My opponent is here.

Yeah, you said that.

No, Blythe Ballard is my nemesis.

Edwina Bowman is my opponent.

What are you drinking, Blythe?

- It looks delicious.
- Oh.

What did you say this was, Countess?

This is the pomegranate
champagne cocktail.

And, of course, the Countess
always uses the best champagne.

Oh, my God.

They're talking
to the friggin' Countess now.

It sounds like we chose
the perfect chairwoman

to provide the event with elegance.

Darling, I literally
wrote the book on it.

It looks like they're friends.

Look at them all together.
They're laughing and talking.

They're like the Mayflower mafia.

Oh, my God, Blythe
is going in for a hug.

Blythe is hugging Ally.

She's hugging her.
It's a tender and genuine

warm hug.

That's a clear conflict of interest!

I doubt it's a conspiracy.

The Red Hat Society is one of the oldest

and most prestigious in the Hamptons.

My mom is a member.

What are you saying,
you're on their side?

Of course not!
But I'm sure Ally is just there

to do her job.

You're probably right. Ugh.

I think I have the debate nerves.

Hey, do you want to get an early lunch?

- I could really use a break.
- Yeah, sounds great.

I gotta go.

Hello? Evan?

I need Divya.

Uh, I brought you something.

A biofeedback machine?

Yes, I've had success with it before.

I'll show you.

That... that's okay.

Listen, I owe you an apology.

I reacted badly the other day.

I mean, you were just asking
the appropriate questions.

- I know.
- Oh, uh, glad that's settled.

I can show you how
the biofeedback machine

works now, if you like.

That might be Felix's
sleep study results.

He never reached slow-wave sleep.

Check the EEG.

Yep.

Seizures. Looks like five of them.

I wonder if partial or absence seizures

might have caused Felix
to pick up the cactus.

An automatism.

Brief, unconscious behavior.
That makes sense.

Felix needs an MRI.

- As soon as possible.
- Let's go get him now.

He shouldn't be driving anything
bigger than a flower cart

until we know what's causing
the seizures.

I guess you were right
about the sleep study.

I know.

Just kidding.

- Can I walk on it?
- Yes, it's a mild sprain,

but do take it easy for a few days.

Ally was awfully lucky you were here

to call your colleague, Mr. Lawson.

Yes, all in a day's work.

What were you doing here?

Well, Ms. Ballard, the Red Hat Society

is a cherished community organization.

Also, I look good in hats.

Do you remember when you
joined the Red Hats, dear?

You had that adorable pink cap.

That was the year Frances Vance

drank a full bottle of Chardonnay.

I think I fell down
the same stairs she did.

It's a good thing you control

the media coverage for the event.

One time in high school,

I drank three wine coolers at
Gregg Millman's homecoming party

and fell out of his
little brother's tree house.

That's similar...

Oh, that's... charming.

Thanks, Divya. Evan.

Call me if you need anything.

How am I supposed to compete with that?

Hard to believe there's
a language of flowers, huh?

Apparently, the Victorian era

was rigid in custom and etiquette,

so the subtlety of floriology provided

a way around outright flirtation.

Is that Felix?

Felix!

He's picking flowers.
It must be an automatism.

Felix!

He can't hear us.

Wait, wait, wait.

Is there any neck pain?

- No, no.
- Are you okay?

Oh, my head hurts.

Oof. Let's get you up.

That's it.

Bringing you over to the car, okay?

Right here.

That's it.

Okay, let me just take
a look at your eye.

Right.

How many fingers am I holding up?

II can't see.

The swelling is progressing too rapidly.

Could be a retrobulbar hemorrhage.

Yep.

Felix, we just need to examine your eye.

Head back, please.

That's it, head back.

Steady.

Ow.

- 38.
- He needs a lateral canthotomy,

- now.
- Wha... here?

- Not at the hospital?
- I called 911,

but if we wait too long
to relieve the pressure,

your vision may be in danger.

Yep.

Oh, God.

Stay calm, stay calm. You're okay.

I just need to anesthetize your eye.

You're gonna feel a little pressure.

Okay. Clamp.

Thank you.

Okay, this will minimize bleeding.

- Clamping.
- You'll feel relief right away.

The scissors.

Thank you.

Okay, I got it. Yep.

Once more.

- 15, normal.
- Okay.

You're not gonna lose your eyesight,

but we still need to get you
to a hospital.

I'm sorry. I can't help it.

I've never been able to help it.

Evan?

Evan. Evan!

What?

Focus.

I'm good, okay? I got this.

Just... do 40% of citizens want
to revamp Harborfest,

or was it that 40% want

to charge for plastic bags?
I can't remember.

Ally tweeted the stats.
I just can't find the tweet now.

Evan! You may not be a Ballard,

or a Bowman, or a Cunningham,

but you are a Lawson!

What does that mean?

I'm trying to give you a pep talk.

- So far, it sucks.
- Pull yourself together!

You can do this.
No one works as hard as you.

And besides, think of it this way...

you are the underdog.

That's not good, Divya.

Wait a second, wait a second.

I'm the underdog.

- That's what I just said.
- No, you don't understand.

People love a good underdog story.

Miracle on ice, seabiscuit, underdog!

That's what I was trying to say.

Take your seats, everyone.

And candidates, take your places.

Thank you.

I can make this work for me.

I still need to know
about that 40%, though.

I will find Ally's tweet,

and I will signal you about the poll.

Go.

Candidates Edwina Bowman

and Evan R. Lawson. Thank you.

And may the best purple win.

Don't you mean, "the best person"?

That's what I said.

So, Felix... it turns out

your "church giggles"
weren't laughter at all.

They were gelastic seizures.

Well, aren't seizures
when your body shakes?

That's a complex seizure.

A partial or absence seizures

can resemble laughing
or purposeless movements.

Like picking flowers that aren't there.

You were born with this condition,

but in some cases it can
get worse in your 30s.

It explains your early puberty,
lack of sleep,

- and laughing seizures.
- And the intense

dreams you experienced,
they're most likely

a hypnagogic hallucination.

It's another possible form
of seizure activity.

Will I be okay?

Yes... uh, with medication.

This whole time, I haven't been weird.

I've been... broken.

You're not weird, Felix.

You may have a little trouble
communicating,

but that's up to you,

not your illness.

Sorry to interrupt.

Just wanted to leave these for you.

You speak floriology?

Eglantine roses are for healing.

These were the freshest ones
in the gift shop.

The nurses wanted to get you some

since you're always leaving them for us.

Felix, get well soon.

I leave them for you.

Me? Why?

Your name, it means "cheerful."

It was my grandmother's name.
She was the cheerful one.

So are you.

So what's floriology?

Eh, how much time do you have?

I could take my lunch break.

Jeremiah.

Every flower has a message.

The humidor goes over there.

Boris, I am so sorry this
reassembly is taking so long.

We should be done by next week.

There's no rush.

Well, you can rest assured
that everything will

be exactly as you left it.

Good. Open that.

What is it?

I would like for you, Ms. Lawson,

to put these up for auction personally,

and to claim the commission.

That's not necessary.

I insist.

I regret enlisting you
and your auction house

without making you aware
of all the implications.

Oh... Marisa, Carlos, and I

won't return until the fall.

You and your husband should feel free

to remain in our home if you wish.

That's very generous.

Will you and your family be traveling?

We've not yet decided.

They must be looking forward to spending

some time with you now that
everything's behind you.

Mr. Lawson, do you support
a ban on plastic bags?

Well, we need to safeguard
our waterways and landscape

from pollution... that's obvious.

If we lead by example now,

we teach future generations to
be more conscientious consumers,

and instill a feeling of pride
in this place we call home.

So, ye... yes, I...

Whoo!

Mrs. Bowman, your rebuttal?

He's doing well. He's doing well!

Yes. Yes, surprisingly.

Take a look at these, Ally's tweets.

There are simple spelling errors
in the earlier ones,

and then they turn nonsensical.

You're only recently
a visitor here, Mr. Lawson.

You may have been less than careful

about where you threw out your garbage.

I have always been an ardent recycler.

I challenge you to prove otherwise.

Yeah, but they could be typing errors.

- I make 'em all the time.
- Or, it might be aphasia.

She's had headaches for the past week.

She fell down some stairs this morning.

It might have been

- an unsteady gait.
- Hmm.

In fact, 60% of the community

approves of the plastic bag charge.

Are you sure it's not 40% approve?

Uh...

uh, it is, in fact, 40%.

Thank you, Ms. Cunningham,

but I don't hide behind stats.

I really don't.

I'm just an average guy trying
to make a difference

and protect this town.

I think you're right.
These tweets suggest

the episodes are becoming more frequent.

We need to get her to the hospital, now.

Mr. Lawson, your turn.

Now, I... I...

Ally, we need to call
the debate off now.

- Why?
- You could have a stroke

at any time. Let's go.

It's too important. I can't stop now.

I'm sorry.

Not more important than your health.

I'm sorry to say,
the debate is suspended

until further notice.

- Thank you, all.
- Wait, what?

I'm sorry, bro. We gotta go.

But wha...

but I'm winning.

- Is she going to be all right?
- She is going to be fine.

Ah, what a relief.
Thank you, Ms. Katdare.

I'm so grateful you were there.

Well, I'm happy to help.

And, Mr. Lawson...

well done this afternoon

- at the debate.
- Oh.

Although, I was sorry to hear
you dodge so many questions,

but your first campaign is about
learning from your mistakes.

Perhaps you'll be better prepared

when you've been here a little longer.

Do not listen to her, okay?

You're just as Hamptons as anyone.

No, I'm not. I am an outsider.

But that's my asset.

And that's how I'm gonna take her down.

What are you doing here?

Not exactly Southern hospitality,

but it'll do for now.

You didn't call me after

Jeremiah briefed you on the meeting.

Oh! Yeah, no.

We really haven't had
a chance to discuss it.

The last couple of days have just been...

I know, you're used
to doing things one way,

and I'm used to doing them another.

I get everybody together in a meeting,

I solve a problem, and go.

And, I have dinner?

I assume.

And since you weren't at
the department head meeting,

I thought we could get together
and go over a few

important policies
we'd like to implement,

while we eat.

- I'm impressed.
- I try.

Beautiful.

Oh, yeah. They mean, "gratitude."

I know.

Ken sent me the same kind.

Okay.

I know it's none of my business...

but Keller?

I like challenges.

Well, you got one.

How long have you known each other?

Since we were kids.

He used to steal my lunch money
in junior high.

- And yet, you're still friends.
- Something like that.

You like challenges too.

Speaking of which,
here's what we need from you.

We want to expand
the concierge department.

I've organized a five year plan
that is aggressive, but doable.

- Okay.
- Mm-hmm.

Boris.

Long ago, there lived man who
attended the council of Nicaea.

And many hundreds of years later,

he influenced the poet Dante.

Hundreds of years after that,

he breezed into the inner circle
of Louis XV.

A virtuoso violinist,

he never needed a bite of food to live.

He discovered the secret of alchemy.

- Yes, he did.
- Mm.

He created an elixir,

and carried it with him
through these hundreds of years

in a timepiece,

because when you drink
this fantastic potion...

you never die.

You never die.

Oh, hey.

I got you these.

Thanks.

Five pills.

I know you're in pain,
but I'm concerned.

Plenty of people with real pain
become real addicts.

I want to investigate your pain control,

and monitor your medication intake,

and prescribing these five
will allow me to do that

until we can figure out
a better solution.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Thank you, Jeremiah.