05x10 - Game Of Phones

[bunniefuu]

- I'm a doctor.
- I don't need a doctor, okay?

What I do need is help flipping
my car back over.

The young woman was driving
the vehicle

and seems to have somehow
come out of it okay.

Her father's on her way.

No, he's, uh...
he's already here.

This information together
with your eye symptoms

and recent kidney stones suggest
a serious condition

called sarcoidosis.

If he dies, it's your fault.

When I first met Divya,

her in a white pantsuit,

me in my skivvies...

Oh, by the way,

I'm on my last day
of pain pills.

I could use a refill.
Of course.

You shouldn't need
a refill yet.

What are you implying?

I'm... I'm uncomfortable
writing another prescription

for opiates again so soon.

Sorry I asked.

I'm just dealing
with a patient, Ev.

I'll see you in a couple hours.

Bye.

Uh, hi.

I'm a new patient.

Sign everything.

And bring back my pen.

Thanks.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Nice to see
a friendly face here.

Oh.

A lot of paperwork.

Yes.

Yeah.

You an oxy guy?

You look like an oxy guy.

Uh, no.

Actually, I had brain surgery.

Cool, cool, cool.

I was in a car accident.

I'm an oxy guy.

Okay.

Hey.

Pen.

Right.

Sorry. Thanks.

So when you're in Manhattan,

would you stop by balthazar
and pick up some croissants?

These aren't any good?

No, they're good.

Why settle for good when
you can have amazing though?

I'll see what I can do.

- But no promises.
- Mmhmm.

The Van Der Gelts are
returning from Chiang Mai,

and they need the Garuda
in their mansion.

Between Hank's doctor-speak
and your art-speak,

I have no idea
what anyone's saying anymore.

The Van Der Gelts
are important collectors.

Okay.

Chiang Mai is a city
in Thailand.

The Garuda is
this huge sculpture they bought,

and a mansion is
a big, fancy house.

Thank you for that.

So, uh, any weekend plans?

No. Why?

Don't do this.

- Do what?
- Please don't do this.

I'm not doing anything.

You're literally ripping
my heart out.

Relax.

I know it's your birthday.

Oh, thank God.

Okay.

I'm not telling you anything.

- So there are plans.
- I didn't say that.

You said it by not saying it.

That is all I am saying!

- Are we going someplace?
- No!

Yes! We're going someplace.
Where?

Stop! Udo, can you please
tell him to stop?

It's not my fault.
I'm just really good at it.

I thought you might
like fresh coffee.

- Cool.
- Thank you.

You are impossible to surprise.

- You're a peeker.
- What?

Somebody who tries to see
through the wrapping paper.

Okay, I am in no way a peeker.

- Oh, please.
- Will that be all?

- Yes.
- Thank you.

Now, listen up, Mr. Peeker,
because this is all

you're getting.
Okay.

What I have planned might
seem like a little crazy,

or too much,

but if you fasten
your seat belt

and go with it,

I promise you're gonna
have an amazing time,

as long as you don't mind
interrupting your campaign.

And?

And if you ask
any more questions,

I'm gonna call
the whole thing off.

- What if I have...
- Eh.

- Come on...
- Nope.

- Paige...
- Eh.

All right.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Wow, sounds like someone
held in

their healthy breakfast today.

Yes, although your trousers
aren't making it very easy.

Hey.

When I got here,
you said, "nice pants."

I'm sorry I misled you.

So, last night
was the official end

of my first trimester,

and I emailed my mother.

Ah, judging by your mood,
she took the news

better than you thought.
No, no.

I want to tell her
I'm pregnant face-to-face.

But she's been in Europe
and isn't coming back

until the end of the year.

Ah, Rubina's still
"finding herself"?

She was...

Until she found
her new boyfriend Marcello.

Can you believe it?
My mother has a boyfriend.

And he's insisting
that I leave today

to spend a long weekend
with them

at his villa in Tuscany.

He sent his jet.

And it seats six,
so they extended the invitation

to all of hankmed.

That's an amazing offer.

I wish I could accept,
but I just have too much work.

Jeremiah said the same thing.

- You should go though.
- Really?

I mean, I have work too.

Nah, I got you covered.

Besides, you can't wait
to talk to your mom

till the end of the year.

Thank you.

Okay, how about you, Evan?

What?

Go, Ev. Go.

We can give symphony
a trial run

handling my schedule.

- Seriously?
- Seriously.

As long as you don't mind
interrupting your campaign.

As long as I don't mind
interrupting my campaign.

Okay.
Okay.

Italy?
That's... that's crazy.

But who am I to say no?

I mean,
if it's what Paige wants.

Oh, I haven't asked Paige yet.

Oh, you haven't asked
Paige yet? I see.

Does that mean
that I should invite her?

- Well, of course you should.
- Great.

So Hank and Jeremiah
can't come to Italy,

and I should invite Paige.

Yes. Do you have
any more questions?

Questions...
no. No.

No, this is me

playing along,
not asking questions.

No questions.

And thank you.

Italy.
Nice.

Wow.

Should we be worried about him?

Who's "we"?

You're the one
taking him to Italy.

Lots of luck.

Hey, there, Molly.

Everything okay?

Peachy.

My dad's the one
you should worry about.

I hear him wheezing at night.

He didn't mention that to me.

Oh, really, officer
I-got-this-under-control

didn't complain?

I know he's a little stoic.

Last night,
he was hosing off the deck,

and he almost fainted.

And I don't have any
confidentiality rules,

so I'm totally narc-ing.

Which I totally appreciate.

Are you sure
you don't want a ride?

Uh, no.

Meeting a friend.

Slack?

No, I'm just wondering
if your friend has a name,

that's all.

Her name is Mellie,

so you don't have to worry

'cause it's not
a boy or anything.

Okay.

See you later, doctor.

See you later, Molly.

This weekend?

Gee, Evan, I'm pretty busy
with Russel.

Well, I have a feeling

it will all work out somehow.

I mean we're talking Italy here,
right?

We're talking Tuscany.

It's like my dream trip.

Our dream trip,

which we are now taking
with Divya?

Yeah, genius touch by the way.

Huh?

Oh, nothing.
Nothing at all.

So I was just calling to see,

should I pack my linen suit

or do I need something
a little more formal?

I don't know.
Why don't you ask Divya?

You really want to do this?

Of course I do.
Are you kidding?

Uh, maybe Russel can drop me
off at the airport

when we're done here
in the city.

Can you pack me a bag?

Wait, you want me to pack
for you?

Listen, Evan, I really got
to get back to work.

I will call you when
I get to the airport, okay?

All right.
See you there.

Sorry.

And I thought I was
the neediest man in your life.

♪ 'O sole mio ♪

♪ 'o sole mio ♪

♪ and Happy Birthday

♪ to

♪ me

You said I'd experience
some light-headedness

when I came off the prednisone.

Yeah, I also said to keep me
in the loop.

How often have you felt faint?

What sounds lamer...
"light-headed" or "faint"?

Would you prefer "woozy"?

Look, it's only happened
a couple times.

And I've never lost
consciousness.

Mmhmm.

Well, your EKG isn't alarming,

but I am seeing a couple
of nonconducted p-waves.

Abnormal rhythm.

It's probably a non-finding,

but I'd still like
to schedule an mri.

Why are you worried
about my heart?

With your sarcoidosis,
we need to be extra careful.

If your girlish swoons
are due to an arrhythmia,

you can develop heart block.

Heart block.

That sounds manly.
I could live with that.

Actually, you can't.

It could mean sudden death.

The Van Der Gelts are
very special clients,

but I think we can trust
the delivery men

to bring the piece in safely.

Along with all the other items?

Other items?

Apparently,
our very special client

went on
an Asian shopping spree.

There's a truck full, including

siamese temple figures,

a 600-pound
Tibetan monastery bell,

a 19th century...
Please stop.

Certainly the Van Der Gelts
cannot expect...

the Van Der Gelts can expect.
And we can do.

- Grazie.
- Si.

Ugh.
What's that?

Hold on.
Hold on.

I'm turning you up.

Okay, say that again.

What?

Oh, my God.
That's so horrible.

Paige says she can't make it.

She has to "work all night."

Oh, that's such a shame.

Oh, that's right.

Yeah, there's a flight
to Florence

I could try to catch
in the morning,

if you guys want to go ahead
without me.

Evan, my ob says I'm fine
to travel alone.

You should not feel obligated.

So you want me to go
without you...

Paige?

I give up.

I have no idea where you are.

No idea where you are.

Paige!

I'm here.
Evan, can you hear me?

Yeah. You're here where?

At the Van Der Gelts.

Haven't you been listening?

Si, si.

Prego.

Evan.

I think he might be asking you

to take your seat,
fasten your seat belt,

so we can take off.

Right.
Fasten my seat belt.

Very good.
Very good.

Okay, I'm going with it.
Going with it.

Not asking questions.
Seat belt fastened.

Are you sure
that you shouldn't stay?

No, Paige wants me
to play along.

Um, ciao, Bella.

I'll see you there.
I love you.

Evan? Evan?

What are you looking at?

If you see her,
tell her to call me

or her dad.

Okay, so what's your excuse
this time?

Molly said she was spending
the night with a friend.

This morning I found out
it's not true.

Nobody knows where she is.

Oh, I'm sorry.

What about the kids
in the park?

I'm texting them now.

She isn't with Mellie?

Mellie?

Yeah, when I saw her yesterday,

she said she was meeting
her friend, Mellie.

Okay, okay.

Now I know where she is.

I used to have an old house
on the North Fork

that I had to sell years ago.

The folks who bought it
let it go to ruin.

We heard this week that
it was gonna be demolished.

And that made Molly mad.
I mean, what doesn't?

So Mellie lives
in your old neighborhood?

No, that was Molly
blowing you off.

Mellie was her imaginary friend
from when she was a child.

After her mom left,

Mellie was her way of coping.

Ah. Okay.

But why isn't
she answering her phone?

Well, there's no service
out there.

Where did you see her yesterday?

By the bus stop near 27.

No, there's no bus that goes
out to our old place.

She was just west of town
out by the warehouse.

Well, that's a place
where kids hitch rides.

Okay, come on.
I'll drive you out there now.

- Call me if she shows up.
- Yes, sir.

Okay, so this is Firenze

and this is Gaiole in Chianti,

then we're lost.

If you were a better navigator,
we wouldn't be lost.

Yeah, or if you had
accepted Marcello's offer

to send us a town car, Divya.

We're in Italy.

I love driving here.

Oh, really?
You love driving here?

Where is "here"?

Scusa, marito di sheeps,

spariti noi stessi...

I don't think he can hear me.

Yeah, I think he did.

Oh, my God.

Should we be worried
about Toscana virus?

Toscana virus is transmitted

by the bite of a sand flea,
not by passing sheep.

It's called Toscana virus,
Divya, okay?

We're in Tuscany.

You don't know where we are.

I'm not supposed to know.

I'm supposed to be surprised.

Ugh...

Oh, signor.

Scusi, signore.

Scusa.

Si.
Yes, we are lost.

- Yes.
- Ah.

Honeymooners?

Us?
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

- No.
- We are not together.

Bella.

Um, my name is gino.

Come, there is a big party
at my Uncle's villa,

and I need a date.

Okay, sorry, gino,

but we have our own party
to get to in oregano.

- Origo.
- Origo?

Origo... that's
where Mio Zio lives.

Are you going to villa Fucci?

Yes, yes, yes.
Marcello Fucci's house.

Perfetto.
You follow me.

Oh, my God.

Hey.

Eh....

- Okay.
- Molto freddo?

Yeah. It means very cool.
Unless it's Molto Frodo.

No, no, no.
Frodo's a hobbit.

Please let this be
a short trip.

Here.

Here, come through there.

Molly!
Molly, are you here?

Dad!
Dad, I'm up here.

Daddy!

Molly!
Molly!

It hurts bad,
it hurts real bad.

Sorry, baby.
I'm here. I'm here.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Everything...
Okay, careful.

This floor may not hold.

Molly, how long
have you been trapped here?

I, um, a few hours.

- I'm... l'm sorry.
- It's okay, baby.

Your pulse is strong.
That's good.

But I can't rule out blood loss

until I get a look at your leg.

Maybe I should try
and pry the wood.

You know what, first toss me
those old packing blankets.

She's showing early signs
of hypothermia.

If you can get a cell signal,
call 911, okay?

I-I just wanted
to spend one more night,

- then... then the floor broke.
- Damn!

It's okay, it's okay,
it's okay.

We're gonna get you
out of here.

All right.

Let me get in here.

Ow!

Ow!

You need to take it easy,
all right?

The boards aren't going
to break.

Hey, don.

Maybe if you push against
these boards

towards me, okay?

I'll use this blanket...
To cushion her leg.

Yeah, exactly.

All right, just lean into it.

Not too much.
Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

All right, stop, stop, stop.

Can you give her something
for the pain?

I have morphine,
but that's pretty strong stuff.

Okay.

Molly, take one
of these hydrocodone.

- Okay.
- It'll help.

That's your prescription.

Good thing you didn't kick
the habit, huh?

Yeah.

All right.
Can you swallow that, Molly?

- Yeah.
- Good. Here.

Okay, we'll give the medication

a little while to kick in.

This is really elaborate.

Oh, your mom,
she's actually here.

Why shouldn't she be?

'Cause it's my birthday.

Attenzione, per favore.

So welcome, everybody.

Welcome, friends and family,

and especially our guests
from New York,

Rubina's lovely daughter,
Divya,

who we're so happy
to have her with us

for this very special toast.

Aspetta, Marcello!

Wait!

A special toast
needs a special wine.

My brother Massimo.
He always spoils everything.

Divya.

Divya. Divs.
Hmm?

What's going on?
What's the holdup?

Apparently we need special
wine for a special toast.

Ah,perfetto.

Very good.

Better get rid of this, right?

Gah!

Okay, you ready?

All right. On three.
Yeah.

One, two,

three!

Got it, got it.

Okay.
Easy, easy.

Ah, good.
And she's out.

Y... You're okay, Molly?

- Yeah.
- All right, baby.

Yeah.

Don, can you apply pressure
to the wound right here?

- Yeah.
- Just press.

Okay.

It's okay, baby.
It's okay.

I can still feel
a pulse in her leg.

It's a good sign.

- Thank you.
- It's good.

It's good.

Okay, Molly, can you feel this?

Yeah.

Okay, good.
Can you wiggle your toes?

- Um, mm-hmm.
- Okay. Good.

Gosh, she's still losing blood.

Riverhead's
the closest hospital.

Okay, I just need to wrap it
with a pressure dressing,

and then we can go.

There we go.

You're gonna be okay, Molly.

Okay, we should be able
to get a cell signal

within a few Miles.
Yeah.

All right.
Let's get moving.

I got it, I got it.

- Come on, baby. Ready?
- Mmhmm.

Let's go.
One, two, three.

All right, here we go.

Now, while this is not really

an official engagement party,

you see, Rubina
would like our divorces

to be finalized first.

I believe this to be
an ancient hindu custom.

But given Marcello's
catholic faith,

divorce may never happen,

so we may have to live in sin.

Oh, that's not bad.

Cheers.

Divya, I thought
you would like my surprise.

Do you disapprove?

Of course not.

It's just that
your surprise is...

It's so surprising.

I'm happy that you're happy.

Yes, but you did not
drink to us.

Oh, oh, oh.
No, no.

It's... it's not that.

I can't drink.

- Ah.
- I don't understand.

Mummy, I have a surprise
of my own.

I'm pregnant.

Incinta.

Cheers.

But I thought...

well, that is a surprise.

Yes. It is.

I'm sure you'll both be
wonderful parents.

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no.
I'm not the father.

Mama, I had a fling.

With a famous polo player
and underwear model.

Same guy.

I'm a little confused.

That makes two of us.

Can we talk for one second,
Divya. Just one second.

One second.

Why do I have a feeling

you're about to make this
all about you?

This isn't my birthday party,
is it?

It's your birthday?

Mmhmm.

Oh, my gosh, I am so sorry.

Happy Birthday.

Oh, thank you, thank you.

But Evan, shouldn't you
be spending it with Paige?

That's what I thought
I was doing, Divya.

I thought this whole thing
was a plan

she cooked up to surprise me.

What? Why on earth
would you think that?

'Cause it seemed awesome.

No wonder you've been acting
especially insane.

I have to get out of here.

I have to get home.
I have to call Paige.

No bars. Great.

Come on.

Bars.

Give me bars.

Give me bars.
Give me bars.

Bars.

I have no...

I have bars.

I have bars.

Hi, this is Paige.
Please leave a message.

Babe, I'm so sorry.

I accidentally came
to Italy without you.

I thought the whole thing...

Was your pla...
hello? No.

No bars. No bars.

Just give me one bar.
Give me some cars.

Please give me bars!

Any service yet?

We should get a signal
in about a mile.

Okay.

They just let it rot.

Our house.

Should she be so loopy?

Well, the hydrocodone's
controlling her pain,

but it will make her drowsy
and weak for a few hours.

She might also have
some confusion

and emotional lability.

Lability?

Mood swings.

They bought it
only to demolish it.

They're horrible people!

I hate them!

Got it.

We should stop
the bulldozers.

Please at least try.

Honey, listen.
We both loved that house.

We're just gonna have to
remember that...

no, no.
We have to save it.

Turn around.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Molly!

- Molly!
- Molly!

Whoa!

Oh.

Is everyone okay?
Molly, sweetheart, you okay?

Yeah. I-I didn't mean to...

I'm... I'm sorry.
Any pain?

- No, I'm sorry.
- It's okay, it's okay.

Stay where you are.

It's better to keep
your leg elevated.

We'll need something
for traction.

- Yeah.
- I'll go take a look.

Ow.

Ooh.

Molly!

No, it's... it's fine.
I'm okay.

Can't you listen to Hank?

It's fine.
It's gonna be elevated, okay?

We're not sunk that deep.

- I can push us out.
- No, I'll push. You steer.

You've exerted yourself
too much already.

There we go.

Okay.

All right, good.

Okay, turn it over.
All right.

Okay, easy, easy.

All right.

I put it into neutral.

Let's do this together on three.
No, no, no.

Don, you shouldn't be...
Come on.

One, two, three.
All right.

Don?

Don?

Don? Don?

What happened?

Molly, I need you to try 911.



What is it about "no service"

that you guys don't understand.

Dad?

What's... what's going on?
What are you doing?

What are you doi...
dad? Dad?

Molly, just try to call now.

He'll be okay,
but he needs our help, okay?

Oh, God.

No, no, no.
No, no. No, no.

Uh, oh, no.

Ah!
Oh, it's ringing.

Hi, okay. Hi.

Yes, there's a police officer
hurt on middle path

east of Mattituck...

tell them he needs
immediate assistance.

It... it dropped.

Well, did they hear you?

I don't know!

God, what's happening?

Molly!
Molly, look at me right now.

I need you to go in the trunk,

and get my bag, okay?
Okay.

Your dad just needs
some help breathing.

When did he stop breathing?
Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

What's... what is that for?

I'm trying to start his heart.
Don't touch him.

Oh, my God.
His heart stopped?

What did... what did you do
to him?

Okay, stand clear.

Ugh.

No? Didn't...

didn't work? No?

Do... do it again!

Not yet, I need to get
his circulation up first.

Okay, let's just try
another shock, okay?

Stand clear again, please.

Stay with me, Molly.
Okay.

Stay with me, okay.

Ah!
No, no.

No, no. No, no, no.
Dad!

No, don't die.
Come on. Come on.

You can't die.

This isn't working.
This isn't working.

I have to intubate.

Okay.

Do it!
What are you waiting for?

Well, the procedure's better
done in a hospital, but...

All right,
I'm gonna try an LMA.

That should give us
a more secure airway.

Okay.

Hurry!

Hurry up!
Come on!

Don't let him die.

You said that you wouldn't
let him die!

Molly, shh.
Just calm down, okay?

I need to get this
into his throat.

Now can you hold his head still
for me?

Good.

Okay.

And here we go, don.

What's wrong?

He may have aspirated a bit,
but... I'm in.

- Okay.
- Okay. I need this.

Oh, sorry.

Is he getting air?

He is now.

I want to try one more time.

Okay, stand clear.

Come on, don.

God.

Okay.

Sinus rhythm.

Yep, I'm getting a pulse.
His heart is working.

Oh, my God.

Is he gonna wake up?

He's out of V-fib,
he's getting oxygen.

And it sounds
like your call went through.

Divya, this was a mistake.
I'm gonna miss my flight.

No, we're taking a shortcut.

This is not a...
this is a dirt road!

Stop the car.
Stop.

Pull over right now.

Just pull over.

Are you going to be sick again?

No, I'm okay.

No, I'm not.

All better?

Uhh...

I think I have
the Toscana virus.

Or I guess some kind of parasite

from that raw pork carpaccio?

It wasn't raw pork.
It was raw beef.

Sorry.

Wait

Uhh...

You are suffering
from too much stress

and too much chianti.

Don't... don't say that word,
please.

Even the thought of wine...

Why won't she call back?

Do you have a signal?

I have one bar...
I have no bars.

It's very weak.
We should keep driving.

Come on.

It's her.
Oh, my God.

Paige!

Evan? What's wrong?

Oh. It's a nightmare.

I'm... I'm dying here.

- Are you sick?
- Yes, I'm miserable.

I drank too much.

Poor you.

No, Divya's taking care of me,
so...

you called six times to tell
me you're drunk with Divya?

No. No, of course not.

Divya's pregnant.
She's not drinking.

Evan, I've worked
all night, I...

sorry, okay?
I'm so sorry.

I made a terrible mistake.

What mistake?

- I thought that...
- What?

I thought... This... My surpr...

what?
What do you mean, what?

- What?
- I said I'm sorry.

You don't sound sorry.
You sound annoyed.

Look, why don't you call back

when you have
a better connection?

And you're sober.

Paige, no, no, no.
I wasn't drink...

Paige?

Oh, my God.

Henry, it's me.

If you get this...

I don't know, call.
I'm in Italy.

Do you want to talk?

Yeah,
but Hank's not picking up.

You mean to you?

No, it's fine.

It will be fine.

I just need to get home.

Absolutely.
Let's go.

Okay.

What-

you're kidding me.

You're flooding it.
I'm not flooding it.

Well, stop.
Okay, you're making it worse.

I am not.

Well,
you're not making it better!

Well, neither are you,
you ninny!

Sorry.

I shouldn't be yelling at you.

You're stressed,
you're not well.

You called me a ninny.

I'm stressed too.

Why?
Why are you stressed?

Your mom took the fact
you're having a baby so well.

Yes, and all I have to do
is have a baby.

Well, hold on a second.

Are you worried
about being a mom?

Of course not.

A single woman having
her first child...

what on earth do I have to be
worried about?

I'm sorry, Divya.

Ugh, I made this all about me.

Um, okay.

Do you want to talk about it?

No. No, I just...
I want to fix this car

and get you on that plane.
Right?

Right.

Okay, what's the diagnosis?

No idea.

How is it I can be

in the most colossal
catastrophe ever,

yet I'm less on edge
right now with you

than I've been
all summer with...

With Paige.

I don't know, Evan.

But I do know
that you thrive on drama.

Excess, extremes.

It's like good
is never good enough.

You're married to a beautiful,
talented Saint of a woman.

Your starter home is a castle.

Relax and enjoy it.

I know.
Look, everything should be good.

Why is it so hard?

It's like the two of us
are out of sync.

Well, maybe...

Maybe you expect
too much of her.

What? I do not.

Like what?

Like a surprise party
in Tuscany?

Where did that come from?

Okay, no, no, no.
All right?

She hinted and then you said...

oh, Evan.

It came from me.

From my ninny skull.

You have a need
for the grandiose.

Right now I have
a need to get home

and explain my mistake.

I love Paige.
I love her so much.

I would do anything for her.

I'd do anything and everything!

Well, nothing grandiose
about that.

Yeah, see?

Thank you.

Yeah.

Ooh.

It's like we're out of sync.

Why is it so hard?

You're thinking
that sounds cliche.

No, I'm thinking
the Van Der Gelts

will never miss this Bordeaux.

It is amazing.

So what was
the real birthday plan?

I was listening.

A bit.

Well, Evan and I
put ourselves on a budget,

so I was thinking small.

Of course it turns out

he wanted
a private jet to Tuscany.

Well, man are like that.

They never tell you
what they want,

then expect you
to read their minds.

Of course, if you get it wrong,

they get all emotional
and accuse you of not caring.

Are you sure
you aren't thinking of women?

Positive.
His name was Ralph.

Ralph.

Another time,
a different bottle.

So your birthday plans
were small.

But nostalgic.

I read that the Jersey devil
on the boardwalk

is shutting down.
The Jersey devil is-

- a roller coaster
that scared Evan

to death as a kid.

So I booked it for a whole hour

this afternoon.

They even agreed to run it
a little slower if necessary

so that Evan could get
that sh*t he always wanted.

Hands up, fearless,
like all the other kids.

That is so sweet.

But it's not Tuscany.

By the way,
my birthday is coming up.

And I hear
they're shutting down Paris.

Santo padre, devo alta...

Evan, Evan, stop.

Any of you kids speak English?

Tell your father

that we know that you're not
headed towards the airport,

but if you could drop him off...

Ah.
Quando e il suo volo?

What time is
your husband's plane?

- No, no. We're not together.
- His flight is in an hour.

We'll pay you whatever you need.
Okay.

No, no, no, no.
No money. No money.

If you can climb up the side,

you can ride in back.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Oh,grazie.

You are saving my life.

Tu mi hai...

Riempito di conservanti!

- Conservanti.
- Si? Okay, great.

Go, go.
Go out. Go out.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

There are pigs in there.

Yes.
There are good, good pigs.

Very nice.

Great.

Papa will call the man
to come fix your car.

Grazie.

So, uh,

I don't think I can do this.

You said you could do
anything and everything.

You're right.

Oh, God.
Oh, my God.

Oh, God.
Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Thank you, Divya,
for everything.

Okay.

Okay, guys, so...

Let's have an understanding
here.

It's actually not that bad.
Great!

Okay!

Ciao, Italy!

Paige, here I come!

Ow! No biting! Ow!

No! Stop biting!

They're biting me!
Ow!

Stop biting me!

So tell me, what plans have
you made for your baby?

None.

I keep meaning to, but
every time I think about it,

that part of my brain
goes all fuzzy.

That's pregnancy.

Pundit-ji always tells me
to live in the present.

But the only time I could

was when I was pregnant,

especially with you.

Why with me?

You were the second,
so I wasn't as nervous.

But I think
it was also about you.

From the start,
I knew you were changing me

for the better.

You know, if you'd
said that to me before,

I would have thought
that you were crazy.

But now, it makes sense.

Whoever this is,

this baby,
makes me feel so different,

so challenged,
and yet strangely content.

It's like I know a secret.

A really good secret.

You're going to be
a wonderful mother, Divya.

So when do you think
he'll be off the vent?

With any luck, tomorrow.

Soon after that, conscious.

Pretty amazing save
you made, Dr. Lawson.

Oh. Thanks.
I got lucky.

- Get some rest.
- Will do.

You're even working your magic
out on the north fork.

No magic.
Just medicine.

Molly's pretty upset.

Yeah, well, it was
a pretty serious situation

out there for both of them.

Yeah.

She's saying some pretty
serious things about you too.

About me?

She said you gave her
a narcotic

that was prescribed to you.

She also says that you've been
on those pills for a while.

Hank, the police want you
to submit to a tox screen,

and I told them that
wouldn't be a problem.

It isn't a problem, is it?

Of course not.