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Who would like to help
me dissect the branches

of the femoral artery?

Anyone?

No one?

Fine.

How about, uh, Mr. Woodcomb?

Devon?

Devon?

Seems Devon has more pressing concerns

on his first day of medical school.

So perhaps, uh, Ms. Eleanor Bartowski

would like to give me a hand, hmm?

Well, wherever Mr.
Woodcomb and Ms. Bartowski are,

I hope they're gaining an
appreciation of the human body.

What did you say your name was?
- Devon.

Yours?
- Ellie.

Pleasure to meet you, Ellie.

You know, I don't normally
make out with strangers

in broom closets like this.

We're not strangers.

Remember?

I'm Devon, you're Ellie.

Oh, God, I love med school.

Broom! Broom! Broom!

Have you seen the broom?

Can you forget about the TV?

I just broke another one
of our wedding plates.

I can do this.

I just have to channel my inner Chuck.

Chuck who?

That person's dead to me.

Relax, babe, I have nine years

of post-graduate education.

I can figure out a stupid TV set.

You know, he said he was gonna help us move.

No excuses.

Well, honey, you remember how it is.

He's young, fancy-free.

Probably just slipped his mind.

Honey,

look at this.

This is our wedding album.

Is it just me or does this

feel like a million years ago?

What happened to us?

Well, we moved.

We went back to work.

Real life happened.

Well, when do we get to
take a break from real life?

When do we get to be these people again?

Okay, here's the deal.

Enough moving for one night.

I'm gonna get us some real food,

we're gonna sit on this couch

and we're gonna watch our wedding video.

And then maybe later

we can recreate our wedding night.

What about the TV?

That's a job for a professional.

Is it just me or has there been

like a lot of helicopters lately?

Hmm.

Hadn't noticed.

Sorry, dude.

Didn't mean to scare you.

Really?

Well, then maybe you shouldn't be

sneaking into my room in
the middle of the night.

Well, then maybe you should tell your pilot

to land a little farther from the apartment.

Oh, right.

Sorry about that.

The thing is,

he doesn't really know the
Echo Park area all that well.

But, uh, we'll work on that.

Hey, can you, uh, do me a favor

and help me get out of
this thing right here?

Just pull down on the...

Where were you tonight?

You told Ellie that you were
gonna help us out with the TV.

She's a little pissed, bro.

Oh, man, my bad.

I had a, uh, CIA mission.

What exactly does that mean?

Well, you know, same old, same old.

Bad guy throws a fancy cocktail party.

Another bad guy's

trying to sell him a weapon.

We bust both bad guys, diffuse a bomb.

Blah, blah, blah.

That sounds kind of kickass.

What do you got under there?

Body armor.

You might want to leave
that on when you come over.

Like I said, your sister's about to blow.

All right.

Chuck, you could've been a
surgeon with those hands.

He could've been a lot of things.

I would settle for being on time.

That should do it.

Try it now.

It has been reported,

Premier Alejandro Goya
collapsed shortly after...

Oh, oh, look at that.

I take it back, you're a genius.

I'm gonna get the wedding DVD.

This visit to the U.S. is the first

for the outspoken Costa Gravan leader.

Goya has ruled his small nation

ever since a Communist coup in 1974.

Speaking of collapsing, Chuck, you okay?

Huh, what?

Yes, yeah.

I'm fine; I'm a little light-headed.

That's all.

I gotta run.

What is it? Another mission?

Huh, something with Premier?

You know, I'm sorry, buddy,

it's spy stuff; it's confidential.

Where are you going?

Sorry, buddy, doctor stuff.

Confidential. Hmm.

Hey!

What happened to recreating
our wedding night?

Sorry, babe. Duty calls.

I will make it up to you, I promise.

The Costa Gravan premier
is listed in critical condition.

Outstanding. Want me to crack the bubbly?

No. I want you to go to the hospital

and guard against further
threats to his life,

natural or otherwise.

But haven't you personally

given me the order to
kill that commie crackpot

on three separate occasions?

And three times, you have
failed to complete your orders.

I thought you said you had a perfect record.

Wow. This is getting
entertainingly uncomfortable.

Our relations with Costa
Gravas have changed, Colonel.

The premier is here to announce
plans to open his nation up

to democratic elections.

Oh, and you believe ...

Our duty is to stop anyone

who would stop him from
going through with his plan.

Understood?

Yes, ma'am.

So we're assuming this was
an assassination attempt?

We're not assuming anything

until we've secured his medical records.

That brings me to your assignment.

The premier is being treated at...

Let me guess.

Westside Medical?

Correct.

Everybody relax. The doctor's here.

General, are you suggesting that I exploit

my sister and/or brother-in-law

to acquire confidential medical
records for governmental use?

Yes, Chuck, that's exactly
what I'm suggesting.

I knew it. I was on...

Wait. Hold on a second, General.

If anything happens to the premier,

I'm holding you responsible.

If anything happens to this man,

I'm holding you responsible.

In a miraculous turn of events,

the Costa Gravan premier is
being released from the hospital

just hours after being
rushed to the emergency room.

Right now, we go to Westside Medical

for a live press conference.

Dr. Woodcomb?
Dr. Woodcomb?

It was reported that the premier
suffered heart failure.

How do you account for his amazing recovery?

I can only say this.

The premier is an amazing man,
a real fighter.

I'm gonna be sick.

Dr. Woodcomb? Dr. Woodcomb?

¿Cuales son la probabilidades

del premier volviendo al trabajo?

What is the probability of the
premier returning to work?

Hmm. Las probabilidades

de que se reincorporan al trabajo

es muy Awesome.

Is there anything your
brother-in-law can't do?

Well, thus the nickname.

Okay, enough sitting around.

We need to figure out what really happened

to the premier.

Let's go apprehend the good doctor,

get those medical records out of him.

Nobody is apprehending anybody.
He's family. I can talk to him.

Just remember, Chuck,
he's a civilian, so be cool.

Hello.

Sorry, bro. Didn't mean to scare you.

You didn't.

I...didn't?

Whatever.

Listen, there's a few
questions I need to ask you.

It's about the premier, right?

Sure you want to talk about this here, hmm?

Doesn't the CIA want to
debrief me or something?

I am debriefing you.

That's what I'm doing

right now. This is a debriefing.

I mean, in your secret base.

Secret...

You've watched too many movies.
Just tell me what you
know about the premier.

Well, I know he didn't
really have a heart attack.

His potassium level was off the charts.

I don't know how it got into his
system...
- So he was poisoned.

Okay, that's all I needed to know. Thanks.

Whoa, Chuck, you know,
if there's anything else I can do?

No. You've been great.

No. Seriously.

If the CIA needs an extra set of hands...

Good to know.

Chuck, you're not hearing me.

Okay? Nothing against married life,

but I could use some real excitement.

Devon, you're an adventure
sports cardiologist.

Whatever, man. I can do that in my sleep.

You know, I need some real action.

Some real adrenaline.

I want to feel like I felt out
on the football field, dude.

You know, I can still run a
four-four 40. Great.

If we ever need a tight end,

you're the first call I'm making,
but until then,

you're my brother-in-law. Ellie...

would kill me.

Thanks to your brother-in-law's
intelligence, we have to assume

that the assassin is still in play.

There's an event at the Costa
Gravan Consulate this evening.

I need your team there to guard the premier.

You want us to break in?

Technically, that's invading sovereign soil.

That is why the CIA

has no official knowledge of this mission.

Uh, just spit-balling here, General.

Why don't we just tell the premier

that his life is in danger?

Would you trust a country

that spent the better part

of three decades trying to kill you?

Hmm. Yeah.

Your protection must go undetected.

What? So, that-that's... that's it?

We get busted, then the CIA disavows us,

and then we rot for the rest of our lives

in a Costa Gravan prison?

In Costa Gravas, the punishment

for sedition is death by firing squad.

Just my kind of mission.

Too bad I have to recuse myself.

What? He's bailing? You're bailing on us?

I can't show my face on Costa
Gravan soil, I'm a wanted man.

You know what they'd do if they knew

I was in Los Angeles?

I spilled more blood than
that Mickey Mouse revolution

than any other...

Don't you think you're
being a little paranoid?

They call me el Angel de la Muerte.

The Angel of Death.
- Please.

Bro, it was the '80s.

Come on.

You really think the premier

gives a flying crap about you,

John Casey?

Oh, no! It's the Angel of Death!

Casey, those aren't...

Oh, boy!

At last, they've come for me.

Take a few of these commies with me.

Ready?

No, no, not ready.

You just wait one second.
They are not here

for you, Casey. They're here for...

Huh?

Devon?

Kind of in the middle of something, babe.

Baby, I've been on call
for three straight days.

I know, hon. And I haven't

worked out since we moved in.

Gotta keep my heart rate in the red.

Don't open the door.

Okay.

Okay.

Pick up the phone.

Pick up the phone.

You've got to be kidding me.

Make it stop.

Make it stop.

I got it, babe.

Dr. Woodcomb?

Um... yeah?

Dr. Devon Woodcomb?

That's me.

Do you have any idea what you've done,

Dr. Devon Woodcomb?

You saved my life.

How can I ever hope to repay you?

Okay, how about we just keep it down?

Devon, who are these people?

Alejandro Fulgencio Goya.

I am the master of parliament,

chief military officer of Costa Gravas.

I am at your most humble service.

What is going on? You must be

Senora Woodcomb, hmm?

Actually, I'm a doctor, too.

All right, stay put.

I'm going in.

You're a doctor?

I didn't think such beauty still exists.

Not from beyond the shores
of Costa Gravas, huh?

Well, it's nice to meet you.

How do you know Devon exactly?
You don't know?

I was going to tell you
when you woke up, honey.

Ah, such modesty!

Your husband's a hero.

Saluden el hombre!

I owe him my life.

There is a gala this
evening at my consulate.

You will both be my guests of honor.

I will be humbled.

He's waiting for you to say yes.

Oh. Yes.

Splendid. We will see you tonight, then.

Hey, somebody say something about a gala.

Hi. Sorry.

Easy there. Uh,

Sir, this is my brother Chuck.

He's your brother?

Quieto.

Ah.

The resemblance, I see.

Your family has such

delicate features, huh?
- Thank you.

Much more suitable on a woman, though, no?

Fair enough.

If he's half the man you are,

you bring him as well, huh?

A military escort will be here at 7.

Vaminos!

Yes! I can't
believe this is happening.

Wow!

I can't believe this is happening.

I spent a year on secret service detail,

and I'm sure I can protect one
small-time dictator.

The dictator's not who I'm
worried about.

Is this romantic enough for you?

Devon, it's perfect.

Look.

I know you're nervous,

but I also know how the Intersect works

when you get nervous.

And if you really want to protect them,

then you're gonna have to focus.

Casey, I got guards with submachine guns

at both the north and west exits.

Yeah, copy that.

Main doors have hidden metal detectors.

Someone should go around back,
check the service entrance.

I'll go check on the premier.
Rendezvous in five.

Chuck, keep a lookout for any potential assassins.

So, what's the plan, bro?

CIA going to whack the premier?

Nobody is going to be
whacking anybody, okay?

That's why we're here.

Ah, I get it.

We're on the counteroffensive.

What's my mission?

Your mission?

Your mish-- oh, hold on a second.

It's Langley.

What are they telling me? Oh!

They want you to stop screwing around, okay?

They want you to keep
my sister out of danger.

They want you not to take
your eyes off her all night.

Think you you can handle that, 007?

Uh, Chuck...

I can't take my eyes off of you.

You must stay next to me all night long

and whatever comes after.

My wife is talking

to the target of an assassination plot.

We gotta get her out of there.

I'm going in.

Awesome, calm down.

Let a professional handle this.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

No.

No. Sarah, this is...the premier.

Call me Generalissimo.

It's an honor to meet you, sir.

You know, I have to say

my doctor tells me to avoid this,
uh, stimulation.

But then again, my doctor is your husband.

Well, I'm, I'm so sorry,
but I need to borrow her

for a second, Generalissimo.

Girl talk.

She's good.

The best.

Thank God you rescued me.

That guy's cologne was practically a WMD.

So, what did you want to talk to me about?

Uhh!

I'm sorry. Of course.

Of course, this must be
really hard for you guys.

Yeah. It is.

I mean, one minute you're broken up,

and then the next minute,

you're on this incredibly sexy date.

So, what's the deal with you guys?

I mean, not to be crass or anything,

but you and Sarah ever, like, you know?

No.

Never? Nope.

Huh. I always thought you guys were,
like, a real couple.

Sarah, do you still have
feelings for my brother?

No. No. We're...

Chuck and I are just friends.

Sarah, please. Look at yourself right now.

I mean, look at the dress.

Look me in the eye

and tell me that you guys are just friends.

Yeah, it's our job to fool people like you.

Wow.

That must be hard.

Not just the not-having-sex part.

That must be excruciating.

But having to fake like
you're in love with someone

for almost three years.

Especially someone like her.

How do you do it, Chuck?

How do you not fall for her?

I don't think

that you understand our situation.

I understand completely.

I do. You know, you go
through hot and cold patches.

When Devon and I got married, we kind of put

the passion on hold, but...

being here in a place like this, it just...

brings it all back, you know?

It feels like it did in the beginning.

All right, ladies--

yeah, I'm talking to you, too, Bartowski.

Enough with the chitchat.

Let's get back to protecting our
foreign head of state, shall we?

Friends,

expatriates, countrymen...

Great, a speech.

Makes him a walking target.

It's so good to be here with all of you.

I see many of my old comrades here tonight.

Men who never dreamed

one day we'd meet in the heart

of this capitalist beast,

Los Angeles.

And I see new faces here tonight as well.

Americanos. They never dreamed

that one night they would
be dining and dancing

in the soil of Costa Gravas!

Hey!

Goya, Goya, Goya, Goya, Goya...

No, no. No, no.

To symbolize this historic meeting

of two great nations,

I would like to invite

Mrs. Dr. Woodcomb...

...to this dance.

Oh!

I-I couldn't possibly.

Listen,

relax.

You know what they say?

When in Costa Gravas...

Okay.

Arriba!

I ran the guest list against our database

Got a hit. Subject entered

on a stolen passport.

I'm uploading you the photo right now.

Huh.

Charming. Who is he?

Real name's Pablo Alarcon. Freedom fighter.

Guy spent 20 years in a Costa Gravan prison

for trying to overthrow the Communist party.

Sarah...
- Okay, I see him.

We need to take him out
before the guards see us.

Remember, we're in Costa Gravan soil.

They'll arrest us

if we make a sudden move toward the premier.

We need to get across the dance floor.

Chuck?

Just follow my lead, huh?

There he is.

The assassin is behind you.

Take him out.

Three, two... one!

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

What is it? False alarm.

He's just a political protester.

Yeah, Casey, guess what.

Your assassin was carrying

nothing but a rotten egg.

Take him and his date.

Let them sober up in the alleyway.

What? No. I'm sober, I'm sober!

Listen, it's a misunderstanding, okay?

Wait. No, no!

You don't understand!

The Premier's life is in danger.

I'm just a bad dancer.

It was an accident.

No! No!

Sarah, that guy we just passed--

that other guard-- he is the real assassin.

What happened?

Casey, do you copy?

I'm out of position.

The premier is completely unprotected.

We need you in here.

This way.

Comrade.

Doesn't it feel like anything
can happen tonight, honey?

Honey. Honey?

Casey?

El Angel de la Muerte.

Oh, my God!

Devon, what happened?

I can't believe it.

You saved my life.

Again!

You saved the general from an assassin?

I can't believe you just did that.

I can't believe it, either.

What do you mean, wait?

Look, General, I hate to interrupt

your little cocktail party
you got going on there,

but we got a man down here.

I appreciate your loyalty.

Well, then, send in the Black Ops,
storm the consulate.

Costa Gravan soil be damned.

Casey was doing his job.

Given Casey's history with Costa Gravas,

I mean, just imagine what
they're doing to him.

We will do everything we can
to get the colonel back...

using diplomatic channels.

Diplomatic channels? General!

We can't risk upsetting
relations with Costa Gravas.

Their country's future is in the balance.

Until the premier makes his announcement,

I'm afraid Colonel Casey
will have to handle himself.

It's been a long time.

When are you going to learn

you do not have the strength to kill me?

I'm here to protect you.

The Angel of Death?

You're here to protect me?

Protect me how?

Like in '83-- you put a bullet in my spleen.

Or in '88--

you blew up my dog, Chuy.

Sorry about the dog.

Obviously, the bomb was meant for you.

I don't know-- maybe I'm
just a humble dictator here.

How stupid do you think I am?

I don't think you're stupid.

I think your life is in danger, you idiot.

Enough!

These imperialist lies.
- Who you calling imperialist,

you commie bastard?

I have to get some sleep.

You know, tomorrow,

I will conduct your interrogation myself.

I'll do it personally.

Generalissimo.

Your cigar. Yeah.

This is genuine Costa Gravan tobacco.
- Uh-uh.

Rolled on the thighs of virgins. No?
- Uh-uh.

Perhaps you deserve one final smoke.

No.

Thank you.

For what?

For tonight.

For making me forget about all of this.

Do you remember our first
day of medical school?

You know, this place has
some very nice closets.

Ah.

Uh-uh.

No phones tonight-- you said.

I will turn it off.

It's the consulate.

The premier wants to see me.

Some kind of emergency.

Hold on to that feeling.

I will be right back.

Okay.

Chuck.

I think I can help get Casey back.

Unless you can get into the consulate

without starting some
international incident,

I'm not interested.

That's exactly what I can do.

I just got a call.

The premier collapsed again.

His last request was for
me to be his doctor.

Devon, if you think this is
your chance to be a big spy...

It's my chance to set things right.

I'll get you inside,

then I promise I will leave
the spy stuff to the pros.

I knew you guys had a secret base.

This is badass.

Don't touch anything.

Cool.

What are you doing?

Well, since we're not exactly sure
where Casey's being held,

I'm pulling up the
schematics for the consulate.

Where's Sarah? We'll call her from the road.

If she knew we were here
right now...

What the hell do you
think you're doing?
- Well, I don't know.

What the hell do you think
you're doing?

Bringing a civilian in here?
Do you have any idea

how far off the reservation you've gone?

Oh, yeah, and what do you call

invading foreign soil against orders?

I have no choice.

Well, we're coming with you.

No. Trust me.

You don't want any part of this,

and neither do you. What happened?

I thought you didn't want your family

getting messed up with the CIA.

Okay, look, before you say anything else,

and before you go running off
and getting yourself shot,

Devon thinks he n get us into the consulate.

The premier has invited him

to be his own personal physician.

Okay, here's the plan...

Stop right there.

I am way ahead of you.

I'm Dr. Woodcomb.

We're here to see the premier.

You can do this, Devon.

Just relax.

Hello, John Casey.

NSA assassin.

Who are you?

The man who's going to kill you.

Obviously.

Who do you work for?

Professional courtesy.

One assassin to another.

I work for an organization
known as the Ring.

You want me to work in here?

Is there a problem?

He needs to be moved to a hospital.

Why? So you North Americans can
try and kill him yet again?

Tsk-tsk-tsk. The premier's
orders were clear.

Acute arrhythmia.

This guy is hating life.

Don't forget, Dr. Woodcomb--

if anything happens to the premier...

Yeah, I heard you the first time.

All right, team, let's get to work.

So, what does this so-called Ring

have against the premier?

Nothing personal.

I suppose I could explain
our overarching goals...

but this might tax the brain

of an aging NSA agent.

Let's just say the Ring wishes to preserve

Costa Gravas' status quo.

The premier must die.

So must you.

This guy's in big trouble.

I need ten units of insulin.

Red bottle, yellow label.

On a personal note,

I must say, I've studied your work.

Some of your kills in the '90s weren't bad.

Unfortunately,

in our game,

you're only as good as your last...

kill.

So, you come up with a plan yet?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, the plan is, Sarah and I

are going to sneak out
of here and save Casey

while you stay here and save the premier.

We just got to take care
of those two guards there.

Those two soldiers with the machine guns?

You and what army?

Uh, that would be Sarah

and, uh, her fists.

Bring it on, tough guy.

A thousand Costa Gravan pesos
says I walk out of here.

Well...

Lucky for me, I'm a marine.

Shh...

Relax.

Let's go.

That is some woman, bro.

You have no idea.

You owe me 15 American cents.

Angel de la Muerte.

Let's get out of this

stinking banana republic.

First, we got to get Awesome.

You brought your brother-in-law?

What the hell were you thinking?

Devon, we got to get out of here.

No, you've got to get out of here.

Those guards are looking for you.

Besides, he'll die without me. Yeah, well,

we're all going to die if
they find us in here. Come on.

Devon, look, we've done what we
needed to do. Now, it's time to go.

Sorry, Chuck. My mission's not over.

You know that man

you're trying to save

turned his country into a pariah state.

Do you have any idea how
many people he killed?

You're one to talk.

Angel de la Muerte.

Look, look,

he's not here as the Angel of Death

right now, he's here to
protect your boss; we all are.

The real killer's down in my cell.

We found no one.

Uh...

Can't you see he's
bleeding to death? Please!

We will sort out who's trying to kill

who later; right now,
we need to get this man to a doctor.

He has a doctor.

Little busy right now.

Not you, him.

Who "him"? Me, "him"?

If you wish to prove

you're not an assassin, save him.

Okay.

Okay, no, uh, no problem.

No problem.

We've done this before.

We've done this many times.

Uh, normally,

I start with anesthesia.

No! Huh?

Okay.

Okay, no anesthesia.

No anesthesia. That's fine, that's fine.

He's a big, tough man.
He can deal with the pain.

The bullet might've

grazed his femoral artery.
Whatever you do...

Let the doctor work.

Nurse?

Why don't you go ahead
and cut those pants open,

and we'll see what we're working with.

Oh, oh...

Oh, it's suddenly very hot in here.

It's very, very hot in here.

Can somebody crack a window?

No!

Just as I thought.

Chuck, you've got the hands of a surgeon, bro.

Don't think

about the guns.

He's not your friend. He's your patient.

Chuck, you can do this.

Just relax.

Nurse, suction.

Scalpel.

Tweezers.

Gauze.

Iodine.

Forceps.

Just like Operation...

You know..
the game.

What's wrong?

I told you. There's nothing
I could do for him here.

Nothing short of a blood transfusion.

I don't even know what blood type he is.

AB negative.

What?

AB negative.

Aah! (spits)

His blood type's AB negative.

What? You learn a lot about a guy

when you're trying to kill him.

What else you want to know?

His favorite movie's Terms
of Endearment.

He always showers

after lovemaking...

Okay, none of that's going to save him now.

We need someone with type

AB negative blood, now. Someone big.

Does anyone have type AB negative blood?

¿Alguien aqui tiene sangre
tipo AB negativo?

Quick! Find someone! Anyone!

Hey, what are you doing?

Put those back!

Give me that!

I'm sorry, buddy.

You take one drop of blood from me,

I swear to God, I'll rip your nuts...

No! No! No!

Hey, Chucky.

Oh, I feel like death.

What happened?

You're just in time, big boy.

Time for what?

Congratulations,
the premier made a full recovery.

Although I do not endorse your methods,

you enabled him to make his
announcement as planned.

Costa Gravas will have its
first democratic election.

And it wouldn't have happened
without your ...

extraordinary sacrifice.

I got shot, that's nothing extraordinary.

You don't remember? Huh?

Remember what?

You stole my blood.

You stole my blood, and you

put in a stinking commie despot.

Former stinking commie despot.
Thank you.

The premier wanted

to thank you personally, Colonel Casey.

But this will have to do.

Huh?

I wish to thank you on behalf

of Costa Gravas and myself.

I will never forget that the blood

of an American patriot flows
through my veins.

John Casey, you truly are...
the Angel of Life.

These are prerevolutionary
Costa Gravas double coronas.

Oh...

Hey. Hey.

How'd it go with headquarters?

Yeah, uh,

we didn't get a new mission,
if that's what you're wondering.

Oh, no way.

I think I scratched my espionage itch.

Don't get me wrong.

Black tie dinners and embassy extractions

are killer, but... just not worth it.

What's not?

If having a double life means

having to give up half of your real life,

that's just not how I want to live, bro.

I got to run.

I've got to finish a few
things at the hospital,

and then home to my wife.

You two take care of each other.

He would've made an awesome spy.

Yeah. Yeah, I guess it runs in the family.

Uh, listen, I've been, um...

I've been meaning to ask.

What do you think our cover should be,

you know, moving forward?

Well, I think we should keep it simple.

So, how about friends?

Friends, huh?

Yeah, that could work.

I suppose I could fake being
friends with someone like you.

And I don't find you completely...

repulsive, so...
- Thanks.

So, yeah. Friends?

Yeah. Yeah, friends.

So, what exactly do friends do?

What do friends do? Uh,
what is it? Friday night?

Friday night, Morgan and I would normally

gorge ourselves on some processed food,

play some video games.

Maybe we're not quite there yet.

Okay, we can work on some other options.

Yeah.

Hi.
- Hey, babe.

Where have you been?

Kind of a crazy night.

I got tied up at work.

Well, why don't you

hurry home.

I have a surprise for you.

One more patient and I am on my way.

I believe I owe you a dance.

I love you.

I love you, too.

So, what seems to be

the problem?

Ooch, that looks like it hurts.

You have no idea.

Hey.

Change your mind about tonight?

What?

What is it?

Devon's been---

Oh, my God...

Hey, guys.

Have you guys seen my husband?