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Don't even think about it.

Don't even...

Each day I cut peeps into bricks for the talents people to cook their food.

Heat also makes an excellent camouflage.

But the body is not just for food and fuel.

It's also for love.

Our town leader, Archibald, no-no is when,

proposed to Edible Ross while gathering peaked.

Yes!

It is I.

Archibald, no-no's when.

Many moons ago, I declared my undies.

Trying love to the woman of my dreams.

Right here in this berry bog.

Yeah.

My beloved and I lived happily married for 37 years.

Growing a family with a bunch of nice little kids.

Can be in the very heart and soul of pork.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Wow!

What brings you back in?

My pickleball turnies this weekend and my elbow's still killing me.

Have you been doing the physical therapy exercises I gave?

No.

They were so boring.

And so are patients who don't listen to me yet.

I keep at it every day.

How's the urinary flow?

It's still just a dribble.

I hear the young guys in the urinals next to me peeing like racehorse.

Have you been doing the kegal exercises we discussed?

It's very simple.

You just imagine your penis is a straw and you just shake it.

For me?

Mm-hmm.

Not just too much.

Still much.

My life gives me food.

Now you want me to do kegals.

And I guess you still have lice.

Why else would I be here?

And no, you can't make me shave my head.

This hair is my signature look.

I never suggested you shave your head.

I told you to use permethrin shampoo.

Oh, okay.

Wait, what?

Show of hands.

How many people are here to complain about something I've already seen them for?

And how many of you have actually done the thing I asked you to do?

Great.

Who's next to waste my time, Elaine?

Oh, hi doc.

Elaine, seeing you.

Unless that sentence ends with saving a life.

Stop talking.

Best here.

Oh, what?

Just drop me a pin.

I know.

It's so exciting.

I'm just in the middle of two, guys.

Who is your husband?

I'm in the back.

Oh, sure, get on the bus.

Martin.

Hi.

Are you all right?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, we're okay.

I mean, you know, picks up for the dead guy that Mark found in the bog.

I heard, well, why was Mark in a bog?

Barton, shame you were visiting our bog under such a grim circumstances.

You went in two?

Are you aware that bogs are a natural incubator for gangrene?

That's fine.

You do this every year besides no one's lost to tow yet.

That's right.

Duck.

You made it.

a big date report winner, very first mystery corpse.

It's kind of a big milestone if you really think about it.

Yeah, and I'm still trying to figure out why you needed me here.

No one's hurt.

Right.

These are going fast and furious.

The medical examiner is on her honeymoon, so she

deputized you to run point on the forensic investigation.

Absolutely not.

I'm not a coroner and I have a full afternoon of patience.

Oh, if you want to move my bloodletting to tomorrow.

I'm not clearing my schedule for an autopsy.

Okay.

My job is to take care of living bodies, not dead ones.

Right, but today the loss.

says that it is.

The medical examiner needs us to ID the body,

collect DNA, and figure out cause of death.

She also says something else too.

It was very important.

Okay.

How about tomorrow?

First thing.

Oh, yeah.

That'll be fun.

Let me find their big planks.

Yeah, that's totally fine.

Okay, I see you there.

Hey, Doc, where do you want me to drop off the dead guy?

Don't!

Right, that was the important thing.

Okay, so we have to store the body for a few days and

figure we just use the old Doc's office, blasting the AC.

And unless he has an appointment, he's not coming in and it's not nearly cold enough.

Okay, so what are we looking for then?

Somewhere refrigerated big enough to conduct an autopsy.

Whatever you say, Doc.

Whatever you say, Doc.

Okay.

Here we go.

Yep, we got it.

Okay.

Appreciate you.

London is the walking.

It's the least we could do.

I hope that you don't break off.

No, just watch it.

Watch it.

Watch it.

Watch it.

Watch it.

Shut down by the health department over a sweet little brisket.

And now we're emptying out our walk-in for undead body.

Greg, don't be harmless.

This man deserves a proper report when welcome a dead or not.

Besides, Mars is not going to snitch.

Again!

Looks like a haunted potato.

Be sure to add that to the autopsy report.

Now, in puncture room, about the size of a bullet.

Just like the guy I saw, it's our dance criteria in 82.

Oh, I love your wildest.

Is that when Madonna stole your cab?

Please.

One didn't Madonna steal my cab.

No one comes in this room without me or Sheriff Milo understood.

Why, Doc?

Doc's right.

We got to lock it down.

Not here.

Hey, there, guys.

What's happening?

This man may have been murdered.

in part three.

We're going to make a killer on the loose.

Everyone, please stay calm.

Everyone, please stay calm.

As Sheriff, it's my duty to protect Port Wenn and to keep it real.

We found a bullet hole in the dead, dude.

Yes, it might be murder.

Oh, my God.

What?

It's scary, but don't worry.

I've organized Port Wenn's first-ever neighborhood

watch and I've nominated Sarah to lead it.

And, of course, our very own Dr. Martin Best

is going to lead the forensic investigation.

So, if you have any questions or leads, please feel free to come to either one of us.

Okay?

Questions?

Yeah, buddy.

Who's the prime suspect?

Got any leads?

It's still early days, figures and confidence everywhere.

What should we do?

I put a lot of thought into that, Doc.

You all want to stay alive?

And do your physical therapy.

Ronnie, take your insulin.

We're going to end up like that guy in the fridge.

Ronnie, every single one of you.

More dietary fiber.

Wait a minute.

Who is the dead guy?

I laid slow down.

I'm going out to do the autopsy.

I move Louisa to the morning, reschedule the rest of my patients.

Can you handle that?

Yes, yes, totally.

But, Doc, a murder in Port Wenn.

Like, we're living in our own crime show.

Hey, I'm telling you one, but I'm very excited.

I've always wanted a real crime to solve.

So, I can be taken seriously.

And I'll not just think I'll come to get to the owl out of your attic.

Okay.

If you seal up that bag, then what's left?

Tissue sample.

Right.

But there'd be some blood.

Blood coagulates after death.

So, I was so squishy.

Because of the bog water, cold, acidic, low oxygen preserves tissue,

but not blood flow.

Oh, it's like working on a live body, but without any of the blood.

Exactly.

So, what do you think he died?

That is a good question, my friend.

He could have died weeks ago, months ago, or even years ago.

I really opened up the pool of potential victims.

And suspects.

Oh, okay.

Time in bark, T-B-D.

Hello, I'm male.

Hi, 5'10".

No tattoos.

Red.

Here.

Nah.

Well, maybe?

Okay, hang tight, Doc.

I gotta go... I gotta go detective something real quick.

Sure.

I'll just be done in a second.

Wait, where have you been there, honey?

I'm sorry.

Shh.

Hold on.

Hold on.

Hold on.

Hold on.

Is that Josephine Alcott's car in Ronnie Winslow's driveway?

Wow.

The dust has even settled on his poor wife's grave.

I don't think the casseroles are the only thing she's been cooking up.

Casserole rolling that hay.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.

He's all right.

A dead body was found in the bog.

Come on, people.

Thank.

Who's our John Doe?

Who do we like for this?

Poor Owen isn't just the best place for lobster rolls.

It's a town full of secrets.

Stay tuned.

Detective Elaine Denton.

And this is clawing order.

B-O-G.

Dunk-dong.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Elaine, you're pretty good at this.

Really?

And that jacket is really hot.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, I really like it.

Oh, hi, hi, Doc.

We were just, uh, carry on.

Wait a minute.

What's the scoop?

Who's the dead guy?

And how did he die?

Not sure yet.

Still working on it.

You two have a good name.

What is that?

What are you actually in a good mood?

Why wouldn't I be?

If I only have a patient, it doesn't talk back.

You did this?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's pretty neat, right?

Only you were this good at your real job.

Hey.

It's scarier when he's nice.

Best time.

Oh, my gosh.

What's wrong with Geneva?

We don't know for sure, but we think the body that we found might be gross.

Same height, red hair, and he may have been shot.

Oh, my goodness.

My brosy.

I know this is a lot to take in.

When was the last time you saw him?

Thanksgiving.

A few years ago, you know that.

Everyone knows that.

Sure, but you never told us where he went or why he left.

Yeah, I didn't want to talk about it then, and I sure don't want to talk about it now.

What's going on here?

Official, please, business.

Well, I'm the neighborhood watching.

She's my best friend.

What's going on?

I don't want you to faint when I tell you this.

Just spit it out, Mark.

We might have found Bruce's body.

In the bog?

Geneva, do you think that might be possible?

Yes.

I did it.

I killed Brucey.

What?

Rob?

I shot my husband and I shot them in a bog.

Okay.

Okay.

I think I'm going to need him in it.

Wait, wait, come on.

Do your job.

Lock me up.

What?

I'm busy, Elaine.

Oh, it's, uh... It's Louisa.

Louisa, right.

Yeah.

You're appointment.

Uh-huh.

How are you?

Um, I'm a little nervous.

Me, too.

You are?

No, I'm sorry.

I don't know why I said that.

Oh, okay.

Of course not.

Yeah.

Bloodletting is an easy procedure.

Oh, good.

Elaine didn't come in with you.

She's late.

Uh, she, um, she stopped at the salty breeze that she needed her, uh, Deanish fix.

Oh, good.

Good time.

Hate for work to get in the way of her breakfast treats.

How long should this take, do you think?

It's just, I should probably get to school soon.

Right up.

Just find a needle.

Find a needle.

So, how's, uh, how's school?

Busy.

I'm, I'm helping principal Holloway with budget cuts.

You know, I'm rationing out glue sticks and pricing out pencils.

And... You know.

You know.

You know.

You know what I mean.

Yeah.

Okay.

You know what I mean.

Okay.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, nice.

Very nice.

Very nice.

Is it like a fist?

All right.

Is, is something wrong?

Yes, you will.

Oh, yeah.

Very thin.

Oh.

Your veins are very thin.

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm gonna need you to come back when you're more hydrated.

Oh, my God.

Dr. Reese always loved my veins, so.

Yeah.

Well, then, Dr. Reese will have to come back from the dead and draw your blood.

No, no, no.

That's not what I mean.

I just, I just don't think I can keep rescheduling.

Hello.

What?

Are you kidding?

I'll be right there.

What, what's going on now?

Mark.

He arrested Geneva.

Had a lean rescheduled.

All right.

Your weirdo is five bucks, five minutes.

And keep it down.

And don't touch it.

Oh, my God.

Look at his feet.

Want to get a fake?

Uh, uh, photos are five bucks extra.

Excellent.

Per person.

Okay, Boomer.

Okay.

Tell all your friends.

Geneva, walk us through it.

How'd you do it?

What, God?

Mark, if I keep answering your questions, I'll never finish this role.

And I told you already.

At home, what Bruce is hunting rifle, and then I tossed them in the bog.

You really tossed a 200 pound man into a bog on your own.

I used my core.

Geneva, how am I supposed to tell my mom this?

This is going to kill her.

What else have you been lying about?

You're a goldfish, didn't run away.

Wait.

He didn't join a rock band.

Mark, better not to know.

You and my mom told me that he was in a band called cutie and the goldfish.

This is just like so much for me to take in right now.

Um...

I never could understand how he got into law enforcement.

Yeah, me either.

Geneva, I need to know more about Bruce's

medical history in order to confirm his identity.

Did he have any tattoos, identifying marks, surgeries perhaps?

Well, he didn't have a spleen or a gold bladder or an appendix.

You know, one of those organs you don't really need.

That's a start.

I still can't believe it.

Geneva, it's not possible.

She was always cagey about why Bruce left.

Never gave a straight answer.

It's just one day he was gone.

Yes, you can sleep next to someone for 20 years

and not have a clue what they're capable of.

I saw share with you once.

Once.

It was the farewell tour.

It was the farewell tour.

I have to film a new episode.

This is big news.

It was big news.

Also, these might be your best yet.

What kind of cheese did you use?

If I told you, I don't have to kill you.

Yeah, we can't say that he has a different note.

The truth is clawed its way to the surface.

The port when killer has been caught.

And it's always the ones you least expect.

Until next time, detective Denton, clawing order be OG.

Don't, don't.

So good.

Why'd she do it?

It was a matter.

Hey, it's closed.

You're detective for it sucks.

Hey.

Do not sass my girlfriend, okay?

And then show some respect for law enforcement.

Girlfriend.

Yeah.

Wow.

Wow.

We've been over this.

We're frisky friends.

That's it.

Finally.

It's getting interesting.

You know what?

Fine.

Get yourself a new cameraman and another frisky friend.

Hey.

What's a frisky friend?

Five bucks, five minutes of pop.

Quick and quiet, okay?

Perfect.

Really?

Are you charging to see the dead body?

This is a tragedy.

Not a carnival side show.

I'm just trying to make an honest dollar.

Have you no shame the world today?

How in a handbassman disappointed in all of you?

I take care of George.

You cut me in.

Deal.

Sheriff Mark.

Jesus.

He's like, he's like first Bruce.

And then it's my goldfish.

What else is Geneva hiding from me, you know?

Just to be clear, you actually thought a goldfish could sing?

Well, I had a dog who couldn't read my mind, so...

Anyway, we don't even know if this is Bruce, or

just Geneva having some sort of geriatric delusion.

Did you bring your flashlight?

Of course.

Doc, I never leave home without it.

Where are we going?

Just shine it right above the abdomen.

And so I checked with Dr. Reese's files, and Bruce had a cause to stick to me.

So if this body doesn't have a gallbladder, it's likely Bruce.

How'd you do this for a living dog?

Best job in the world.

You seem different, man.

Oh, you seem like more cheerful.

She's starting to make me a little uncomfortable.

I'm just enjoying the work.

It's not a crime.

Hey, goodness, because they would have killed me to have to arrest you too, Doc.

I knew it.

This isn't Bruce.

Uh-huh.

We always wondered what happened between the two of you.

You were so secretive after he left town, but we didn't think you'd killed him.

It was a stone-cable stitch.

And now the whole town knows that you're not just a cake-making sweetheart.

You're a cold-blooded husband, killer, who's

going to spend the rest of her life in prison.

I'm going to have to lead to this whole row.

Jenny Velarzen, you've never botched a cable stitch in your life.

All right.

I didn't kill Bruce.

Then why did you turn yourself in?

Because I'd rather rot in here than have everyone know the truth.

What's worse than a murder charge?

That Thanksgiving win.

One Bruce left.

He left with my sister.

Bonnie?

Well, it's always the ones you don't expect.

I've been spoken to either of them since.

Two people I love most in the world.

They chose each other.

I left me with cold turkey and a broken heart.

But the truth type, I really don't want to admit, is that I am old, alone.

And I'm loved.

Aw, Jenny Velarzen, don't be crazy.

We all love you.

And we're not going anywhere.

Okay.

And, you know, everybody has a secret or two.

You know what I just saw?

Josephine and Ronnie going after each other like dogs and eat.

She's sure it's baking a lot of casseroles.

No, we know why.

What do you mean it's not Bruce?

Bruce doesn't have a gallbladder.

This body does.

Wait.

It's like...

It's just on your leg more over here.

Who's a barbell to one in there?

I think this body was in the bag a lot longer than we thought.

Good eye, Martin.

It's a muskapal.

18th century.

This might be an early port wedding in, like Jeremiah or Roderick or May.

Archibald Nino's one.

This cadaver was centuries old.

We discovered a bog man on this side of the Atlantic.

I mean, that's the headline.

This is incredible.

Wow, this case just took a turn.

We have a lot of work to do.

What for the investigation is over?

This is now a scientific discovery.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Not so fast.

This is still a homicide 400-year-old murder.

It's my first cold case.

Mark is right.

I would like to know who killed this early port wedding, too.

It's part of our what?

History.

Doc.

Fine.

As long as you leave me out of it, knock yourselves out.

I have to make a call.

Do it about nothing, Doc.

You know I got this.

Thanks, partner.

Ten, anybody didn't do it.

Sorry, Jessica Fletcher, that's old news.

Hi.

Norman.

It's Dr. Martin Best.

Look at this.

Yes, yes.

It's been a while.

Listen, I need a favor.

I was wondering.

What's all the hubbub?

Ten, anybody didn't kill Bruce.

The dead body might be an early port wedding, and I'm so excited.

Wait, there's no murder?

No, Mr. It's a cold case straight out of the freezer, right onto the grill.

Oh, we're gonna load these shirts.

Honey.

Martyr is still a murder.

Hey.

What are you two whispering about?

Repairs.

Come on, Bert.

Let's go...

A Titan that loses.

Yeah, hey.

Yeah, that's great.

Alright, thanks, Norman.

Yeah, I know.

I'll send those Pete samples over to the lab right away.

Okay, got it.

Uh, I'll ask.

Bye.

Can I have everyone's attention?

Hello?

Excuse me?

Who wants to make a thousand dollars?

Hmm.

Well, at least you're predictable.

Alright, just got off the phone with a colleague,

a forensic anthropologist from Harvard.

Yeah, get on with it.

We know you went to Harvard.

Go, Chris.

We just discovered a rare bog man, who could be hundreds of years old.

It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to study to follow me.

Jump to the part where we get paid.

Right.

And researchers want to do DNA testing to identify any living relatives,

and they'll pay a thousand dollars per confirmed match.

So what do we do?

Just pile in a van, go down to Boston.

Nope.

I'll open my office for anyone who wants to do genetic testing.

Who's interested?

Whew.

Great.

Elaine will coordinate DNA collection.

Detective Elaine Denton here.

Mr. He's not over yet.

Who's the old dead dude?

Was he still murdered?

And most importantly, who here in Portland has found their bog daddy.

Their bog grandpa.

Bog father, that's it.

Only time, and some DNA samples will tell.

Need a new frisky friend for your show?

I'm good with mysteries.

You definitely know.

Don't say that.

But I do need a new cameraman.

Let's talk.

See?

That's how they get you.

One day they take your DNA.

The next day you're in a police lineup for car theft in Kalamazoo.

Come on, Dad.

You love a chance to make some quick cash.

The money's not that important.

Need you help back for a peek at the bog land?

Okay.

I didn't get much.

See?

Come on.

I know you too well.

We should do it.

Your DNA leads to my DNA, and I can't risk it.

Just don't do it.

Glad you came in voluntarily Gilbert.

I'd hate to have to subpoena you.

I don't know what you're talking about, but you're making me very nervous.

In a small town, everybody's hiding something.

I'm Detective Elaine Denton.

Stay tuned for the next episode of Claw and Order.

The bog father.

Kind of stiff on that tick.

Yeah, I got a better one in me.

New cameraman?

Already?

That's fast.

That's show business.

My dad asked if I came in to tell him, okay?

He's been really weird about that stuff.

Not a problem.

It's like you're not even here.

It's like you're not even here.

I'm gonna shoot this.

Lots of unspoken tension.

Can it, Krunk?

Yeah.

Krunk?

I promise I have been pounding water all day today like it's my job.

We'll see if your veins agree.

We'll be removing a pint lower your ferrets and levels.

I should take about a half hour.

Make a fist?

I'm glad we got this in today.

This morning you seemed very, uh...

Wait, what?

Oh, that's just how we do it.

It's perfectly normal.

It's textbook normal.

Did I do something wrong?

A friend you somehow?

What?

I don't know.

It just feels like you can't stand being in the same room with me anymore.

You know what?

I don't have the time to deal with the emotional insecurities of every patient.

I have to collect peace and for us.

Excuse me?

What?

What?

I have important research to do, and I'm running late.

You know, it's funny.

This is the most engaged I have ever seen you, and it's over a corpse.

Yes, and you want to know why?

Because unlike humans, corpses don't talk back.

They don't tease, they don't gossip, they're tender little feelings, don't get hurt.

They aren't a constant tsunami of needs and opinions, and at least with the

corpse, I won't be surprised when it doesn't listen to me.

I knew it.

I never thought you were a right fit for Portland, and I was proving me right.

What did you just do?

I have to go.

Where?

Somewhere I can be alone.

What does that mean?

Two.

Two.

And it's good, right?

Oh, it's so creepy.

Oh, my God, it's in here.

The logman.

Tell your friend.

They're right here, ladies.

Right in there.

Honey, I'm looking for the man.

Quick, Harrison.

You are not doing what I think you're doing.

Do not judge me until you see the electric belt.

That is totally money.

It costs her up.

Margins are down.

So, every dirty dollar helps, I'd show you this spreadsheet.

No, no, no, no.

I'm just going to get a raging headache.

I try to protect you, my love.

I know.

You hate to see me bogged down by details.

Oh... Okay.

Hey.

You make enough to fix the oven, Mike?

Yes.

And perhaps enough to splurge on the main brand.

There you go.

Greg.

You're such a genius.

Mm-hmm.

Two more.

Hey, Miss Dana.

Hey, what's good?

Right?

Tell your friends.

Tell your friends.

Any words from Harvard?

Not yet.

Oh, the DNA lab sent a couple flags from the genetic screenings.

Can you have Al come in?

Al, do I have to?

What do you think, Detective?

Hey, thanks, Greg.

Oh, thanks, my love.

How's it going, guys?

A lot of dead ends.

No pun intended.

Well, wait, check this.

Battle of Machius fought in Maine during the Revolutionary War.

It must get balls 18th century.

It lines out.

Strong working theory, George adding it to the list.

Glad you're having fun, but we open in five.

Yeah, yeah.

Going ahead without me.

Last time I let him near the history channel.

So the DNA testing shows you have genetic markers for Marfan syndrome.

What?

Am I OK?

Absolutely.

You're going to be fine.

No, it's a connective tissue disorder.

No, well, it can be serious.

Your signs are the manageable ones.

I'm just tall, thin, flexible joints, nearsightedness.

You wear corrective lenses, right?

Yeah.

Listen, it's a good thing you took the DNA test.

Now we know.

So we can keep an eye on it.

But again, there's absolutely nothing to worry about here.

OK?

I'll see you at your inner physical.

Wait, Doc, you said it's genetic?

Correct.

And is that from my mom's side or my dad's?

In this case, from your father's side.

OK, well, he's built like a truck, and he's got perfect vision.

Yes.

So does that.

I mean, my dad is not my dad.

Family isn't just genetics.

You guys, the Bobman results are here.

This is going to be so exciting.

We'll read it out at the Salty Breeze.

It'll be so fun.

And really good content for my show.

So, Al, maybe we should just... What?

Happened.

Is he OK?

You'll have to ask him.

Al?

Al.

Wait.

What are you?

Come on, Al.

Just leave it.

Alight.

It's such a great photograph.

Oh, I'm so excited.

Martin.

What is that?

What was that about?

Dr. Patient Covenantiality.

You just can't help being a jack-ass, can you?

Deere, porch when he ends.

We gather to honor history, and the miracle of DNA testing.

May I have ye old envelope?

Oh, can I get a drum roll?

General, please.

And the results are...

Harvard has confirmed there is one living descendant of the Port-Wendbogman.

That person is.

Oh, snap.

Martin Best.

You're kidding.

It's Martin.

What about it, Sheriff?

It just says your name.

Must be on your mother's side.

But I didn't submit DNA.

I may have borrowed some errors from your hairbrush.

I think that's a complete violation of privacy.

Not to mention a legal on several levels.

Martin, come on.

And face it.

This town's in your blood.

Good thing we didn't send in our DNA, huh?

You all right, Colonel?

Yeah, done.

Glad we didn't.

Based on historical records, Harvard believes that

the Bogman is a man who might be named James Brewster.

I know that name.

You just said James Brewster.

I know that name.

I know that name.

Hold on.

Okay.

Right here.

And no one's one's journal.

He wrote the 17th of June, 1759.

And this day ended in trouble with a fray.

But Twixt, James Brewster, and our good talisman.

An notorious recluse.

Brewster mainly keeps to himself in a dreamy shack by the Bog.

He always finds cause to quarrel whenever he can.

Yeah, he sounds like he's related to Martin.

He sounds like dark.

And I found a gun.

Wait, wait, okay.

There's more.

Apparently, a lot of people wanted him dead.

So much so that Archibald knows when that challenge Brewster to a duel and killed

him.

Whoa.

Well, I think I just found the Bogman's killer.

I think we just saw the case.

I think we just saw the case.

What is going on with you?

Are you going to die?

Because if you're going to die, that's going to make me want to die.

And I'm really too young and too cute to die.

No.

I'm not going to die.

I'm sorry if I'm going to try to scare you.

Because of them, what did Martin tell you?

She said I'm double-jointed.

That's it.

Look, I'm sorry that I called you my frisky friends.

I didn't mean that.

I mean, I did mean that.

But when I thought that you were going to die, it made me

realize that you are more than just some frisky friends.

So, are you my girlfriend?

Or no?

Yes.

Fine.

Okay.

I'm your girlfriend.

Good evening.

It's Bob, man.

Good night, Dr. Bob, man.

Watch out.

It's the Bob, man.

It's like so sad.

We always knew he was the saddest man alive, and now it's like facts.

Come on.

I'm always too lucky, man.

Martin?

Are you okay?

I'm here to apologize.

Oh.

The way I spoke to you at my office, it was wrong.

Have a good night.

Wait.

That's it.

That's your apology.

I'm not sure what else to say.

Why can't you just talk to me?

I mean, tell me what's going on with you.

I have a hard time with blood.

Oh, about blood, a blood phobia, if you will.

Okay.

Wow.

This entire time?

But you're a doctor.

A surgeon who can't stand the sight of blood, I came

here hoping that I could still practice medicine.

It's proven harder to do than I thought.

That's why a lane assists me.

And why I click a lunatic every time I try to take your blood.

I see.

So, why tell me now?

I don't want to be the park, man.

Wow.

Your dog seems to love you.

He's not my dog.

He sure seems like your dog.