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Previously on Best Medicine...

Famous heart surgeon from Boston.

I'm curious about your interpersonal skills.

I take people who are sick and I make them well.

I have never, never!

You're a real charmer, aren't you?

This town and all the people in it are very dear to me.

- I'm keeping my eye on you. - Get out of here. Go.

And, Sarah...

What's it like me back now after all these years?

I find the people here irrational.

I'm about to be a YouTube star.

Far too chatty.

Louisa dumped me two weeks before our wedding

and demanding...

Does blood freak you out?

- Mm-hm. - But you're a doctor!

This place won't let you hide, and that's a good thing.

Out!

Elaine, I'll see my first patient.

Elaine, are you there?

Who will hold the spoon on their nose the longest.

Guess in the comment section to win

a free coffee at the Salty Breeze.

Elaine, what are you doing?

Shh. Hosting a game show, we're live.

Excuse me?

People text me their game suggestions,

I use whoever's here.

Elaine, that's highly inappropriate.

You know what it's called? "Try my patience."

How about "Try doing your job?"

- That's not as fun. - Spoons off.

Now.

Okay if I cut the line?

Gotta get to work. Just need a minute.

Fine.

So what seems to be the problem?

Nothing. Fit as a fiddle.

That was quick. Goodbye.

Huh. Well, hold on. I do need your help.

I need a prescription for some vitamin V.

You know, some "hard candy."

Ah. Sildenafil.

- Viagra. - Bingo.

- Hm. - Not that I need it.

You know, just thought I'd have some on hand, just in case.

Since Louisa and I are now kaput,

I plan on being very active.

A bad boy. Ladies, take a number.

I'll have to get the penicillin ready.

Are you aware of the possible side effects?

Like having fun, loving life, and feeling foxy?

No.

Headaches, nausea and priapism?

A painful and prolonged erection.

Cool.

It's just in case there's, you know, a little stage fright,

Louise is the only one I've been with

for eight years, but...

Let me tell you, there were no problems there.

Right. Got it. Healthy sex life.

Any history of heart disease, stroke,

low blood pressure or eye disease?

Nope. I mean, more than healthy.

- Like, our sex life was like... - Stop talking.

Elaine, next.

Women say that they want that nice guy, but they don't.

They dump the nice guy.

The nice guy ends up taking his mom

to Cancun for his honeymoon.

That is not going to be me ever again.

There's a new sheriff in town.

Good. I wasn't that crazy about the old one.

Yeah!

- That's a good one, doc. - Elaine.

Uh, it's the Browntail Moth rash.

Happens every year.

I just need a prescription for hydrocortisone cream.

You're awfully young to have graduated medical school.

I know everything about it.

It's from the hairs of the moth. They're toxic.

They embed in the skin causing dermatitis.

This is the season.

He's-he's right. Half the town gets it.

- He just needs the cream. - Well, this is fun.

Would you like to help with an open heart surgery later?

I just need to get to work.

I... If I could get the prescription,

we'll be on our way.

Does an uncontrollable cough

come with the Browntail Moth allergies?

It's probably just a coincidence.

Hm. How scientific.

Well, I prefer to actually examine him.

Okay.

I need you to just take a deep breath.

I'm gonna need a skin sample.

Now expedite an answer from the lab,

but in the meantime, keep Peter out of school.

Looks like this might be contagious.

- What? - Out of school?

For the Browntail Moth?

- I have a job! - So do I.

And in my professional medical opinion,

it's presenting differently than

just a common insect reaction.

Half the town is about to come down with this

and you're gonna send them all home?

Are you nuts? Let's go.

What a waste of time.

This is insane, doc.

Prepare to be enemy number one.

Wow. You're on a roll!

All right then. Who's next?

Just doing my job is so boring.

Harriet.

I cut myself on a broken pipe, stupid thing.

Well, come in then.

Hey, do you need any help, doc?

None at all.

Okay, let's take a look at the wound

and see what you have.

Oh, uh...

Please, can I help?

If you insist.

Clean up on aisle nine.

Dr. Reese let me help out all the time.

- Right, Bert? - Yep.

Like a regular Florence Nightingale.

Is there anything you can't do?

Not a singles bar. Out.

Okay, wound is all cleaned up, doc.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. Mm.

Okay, looks like three butterflies will do it.

Just, uh, keep the wound clean and dry.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, do you want to go to the Baked Bean Supper with me?

No. Are you insane? That's so public.

Might as well announce we're engaged.

- Never mind. - Leave.

No, not that...

I just, I-I don't have time

for that kind of stuff right now.

I'm concentrating on my career

and getting out of Port Wenn.

You-you want to leave Port Wenn?

Of course. There's nothing for me here.

- Done! - I'll wrap him up!

Like, like leave Port Wenn for good?

Do I need to call the police?

All finished.

- Here we go. - All right. Thanks, doc.

- Thanks, Elaine. - Yeah.

I was very helpful.

One can say, almost invaluable.

- Out. - Yes.

- Get out. - Yes. Yep.

Another dinner alone, Dr. Worst?

That's the saddest thing ever.

That's me in 60 years, just kill me.

Dr. Best?

- Hello. - Hello.

Uh, I'm just getting some dinner to go. If you wanna...

- Me too. Yeah. - Oh.

- So how was your day? - Unpleasant.

Seems the inmates want to run the asylum.

Well... I heard about Peter Cronk.

Okay. You may not know this,

but the Browntail Moth is a very common...

Louisa, Martin, your dinners are coming up.

Doc, glad you're here.

We haven't gotten your RSVP.

- For? - The Baked Bean Supper!

Right. Because I'm not going.

I think you're adorable.

- Oh, wait, wait, wait. - Oh, are you serious...

You're serious, no, no, no. You don't understand.

Everyone goes to the Baked Bean Supper

unless you're dead or in the hospital and even that.

Lorraine with the oxygen tank.

- Maybe. Hey. - Mm-mm.

It's the time when feuds are dropped

and phones are put away and we all feel less alone.

It's such a-a wonderful opportunity

to really connect with people.

I mean, even after all of these years,

I... I still find that

I find out something new about someone.

Well, as this town's doctor,

I feel all I do is learn something new about someone.

Well, I don't mean to like, it's not really...

Uh, George, why are you standing like that?

I'm sorry, sweetheart, just don't look out at the patio.

Hey. What?

George, what are you...

Oh.

Jeannie.

She's my, uh, she's my teaching assistant.

Uh, I'm-I'm-I'm gonna...

Hi. We'll be quick.

Just need some cortisone cream.

It's the, uh, Browntail Moth rash.

- Really? - So...

You know, I think I'm just gonna take a nap.

Put my stethoscope, my prescription pad,

and a bowl of Percocet by the door,

and everyone can just help themselves.

I didn't mean anything by it.

- It-it just happens. - Every year.

No. I'm-I'm well aware.

May I dare ask, does Mallory have any other symptoms?

Well, actually...

- Um, I have squirts. Yeah. - Yes.

So, it's all just coming out. Like...

Me too, actually, just like that.

Just like...

I assume we're talking about a case of diarrhea?

Yeah. And then kind of like...

Oh.

Do you go to school with a boy named Peter Cronk by any chance?

He's in my class, he's really smart.

And was he in school yesterday afternoon?

We played tag.

Elaine, push back my appointments for the next hour.

Excuse me.

And please keep Mallory out of school.

Whoa. Good job. Yeah. Okay.

- Hi. - Oh. Hello.

Let's hope it's not weird.

- Mark and I. - Yeah. Hmm.

Just so you know, I tried Hinge.

Only eligible man was a 75-minute drive.

And then a ferry.

Of course. I wish you both the best.

- That's such a relief. - No...

Oh, my God.

Lindsay, Georgia, he is not a wishbone.

- Hello. - Oh.

Hello.

Uh, how was your dinner last night?

I left before... Obviously.

Steamed fish.

Very nice.

Good.

Peter Cronk, is he here?

Yes, um, he's inside right now.

And are you aware I told his mother

- he shouldn't be in school? - Yes, I am.

But it's not that big of a deal.

It's only the Browntail Moth.

How do you suppose I can be the town doctor

if no one will do what I say?

Well, it's just the Browntail Moth.

Does the Browntail Moth give you diarrhea?

Or a hacking cough? This could be something very contagious.

And Mrs. Cronk put a lot of people...

Now listen, there are some people here

with certain financial hardships.

Okay, part of you being a doctor here

is knowing your patients.

No, no, my only responsibility is keeping everyone safe.

Now you tell Mrs. Cronk, the other teachers

and your principal that that boy cannot be in school.

Yeah, I'm sure as a big city doctor,

you're used to having the last word.

Not sure it works that way around here.

Oh, I don't need the last.

You kids keep digging!

You gotta stay on schedule.

Eeyore!

Eeyore!

Hey, Eeyore?

Hey, it's me.

Glendon, remember?

When we were kids on the beach?

Nope.

Aw, come on, you're always moping around like a sad sack.

I had to lighten things up with a little ribbing, remember?

Actually, I have no idea what you're talking about.

Hey, I heard you were coming up.

What's the deal?

Big city surgeon now bandaging knees.

It's actually none of your business.

Well, I've done very well for myself.

This is my house.

I did an extension, putting in an in-ground pool.

Everyone's just loving coming by.

Kids especially.

Home improvements, never understood all the hysteria.

Well, you heard about the Baked Bean Supper?

Impossible not to.

Yeah, it's nothing, but I'm the sponsor.

Your mother must be so proud.

Hah! Still a sour puss, just like the old days.

Hey, come by the house any time you want to, Eeyore.

Well, I'll give you a tour.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! - Oh!

Whoa! Hey, okay.

Hey, doc, fancy meetin' you here.

Uh-huh. Okay, okay, let's put down the hedge trimmer now.

You feeling all right?

Whew!

- I'm fine, doc. - You sure?

Yeah, no need to make a fuss about.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa!

Ah. I don't know what's going on.

I've just been feelin' little dizzy this week.

That happened because you got dizzy?

Why didn't you tell me?

Well, with Al standing right there?

No, t-that's not the way it's supposed to work.

I'm the dad. I'm supposed to worry about him.

Well, you seem to have some form of vestibular neuritis.

Should fix itself with a simple medication.

I'll call in the prescription of Sally's,

just fill it as soon as possible.

And do not work until it's cleared up, okay?

Do not work? Doc, what are you, crazy? I-I got bills to pay.

- Fine. You're right. - I am?

- Really? - Sure.

Dizzy spells and power tools go great together.

Take the pills and do not work. Do you hear me?

Fine.

You two, okay, you got it, you got it.

Okay, you two, go, try, try, try.

I won! I won!

We have a winner!

Elaine? What's this?

Today's game is Chubby Buddy.

And how many of you are here for

the so-called Browntail Moth allergy?

Something is not right.

You'd better fix me up quick.

I can't go to the Baked Bean Supper like this.

How in God's name can you be thinking about Baked Beans now?

It's not like we could miss it.

Rain or shine, there's always the supper.

There must have been at least one year it was canceled.

Year? It's every month, and never.

- Every month? - Mm-hmm.

And it still makes you all weepy.

Mm-hmm.

Life is uncertain.

Traditions give us the illusion

of a future that we can look forward to.

Well, bad news, not this month. Mnh-mnh.

No dinner is worth a whole town getting sick.

The Baked Bean Supper is canceled.

Hello.

My mom says you're the A-word, the B-word,

the S-word, and the F-word with the A-word.

Well, thank you so very much.

What am I supposed to do now?

Don't blame me, I just came to invite you to dinner.

Martin, everybody's very pissed off at you

for canceling the supper.

I'm just doing my job.

- It's only the Browntail Moth. - Stop!

Just not another word. Do you want to come to dinner or not?

No, thank you, I'd rather eat alone.

Not you too.

If you must know, I look forward to the supper too.

Because of the sacredness of tradition

or the cozy warmth of community,

or do baked bean fairies just come and fly and moonlight.

It's George's brown bread.

It's miraculous, and he only makes it for the supper.

Which means, I'll have to wait another month!

Hm.

Oh, you met him?

Well, he's definitely the F-word with the A-word.

Yes, once a bully, always a bully.

What do you mean by that?

Nothing, just some childish name calling.

Don't give yourself a stroke.

You had it hard enough back then.

Last thing you needed was somebody else making it harder.

You say the word, I'll kick him in the teeth.

Thank you.

Not in a strange way, that's actually very touching.

Hm. Now get the hell out of here, these are my regulars.

I gotta sell some lobsters.

Come on, I just came in, and we got some beauties.

Oh, feisty.

- Where is everyone? - Cancelled.

Cancelled, why?

Because of the Baked Bean Supper. You're being boycotted.

People are sick and they won't see me? That's insane.

You're telling me?

How am I supposed to do a show called

"Try My Patients" with no patients?

- You're killing my likes. - No, I'm right about this.

It's not the Browntail Moth.

Call the lab, tell them I need

the results from the samples now.

I know the skin sample results will prove

that it's not the Browntail Moth allergy.

Freshly-sharpened pencil for you.

Dylan, will you help Xavier?

All right, stay with your buddy.

- Oh. Oh... - No.

Oh, um, Isabel,

Elizabetta, you've got this.

I'll be right back.

Everything okay? Everything okay?

- Mm-hm. - Oh, no.

Wh-what happened?

Nothing, it's just, it's Mark.

- No. - We had se... play date.

Right.

- Two nights ago. - Mm-hm.

And then he never called me.

Then I called him, and he told me that it was...

just a play date.

- Nothing more. - Okay.

And that he wants to be free to have s...

play dates.

- Mm-hm. - With whomever he wants.

I thought he was one of the nice ones.

What did you do to him?

Oh.

It's fine. It's fine.

Um, just a...

Miss-Miss Jeannie's gonna take a bathroom break.

Yeah. Okay.

Hi, everyone. I know that you're boycotting

and I kind of get it, but remember to like my videos.

Got to still keep those numbers up.

Wow.

Very brave coming here.

Hope nobody saw you.

I don't care what people think.

I just wanted to tell you that if you

ever need help with your career, just ask me.

I don't mean anything romantic. I just mean, like, cameraman

or, uh, help carrying things, anything.

Really?

Because I-I meant it.

I can't have anyone tying me down.

I get it. I promise.

I just, I wanna help you make your dreams come true.

- What's more? - Elaine?

Has the lab called back yet?

Well, they better, you know,

just cancel the Baked Bean Supper on a hunch.

I'm leaving. Bye.

Hello, you little muppet.

Elaine, if you like him so much, take him home.

Otherwise, get him out of here.

Well, there you go again, you little wriggle mutt.

How long has he been doing this?

What? The back scratching?

- Mm-hmm. - I don't know. Like a week.

What are you doing?

Don't you think you should buy him dinner first?

He's got rashes all over, that's why he's been so itchy.

It presents similarly to the ones I've been seeing.

You mean he caught the disease too?

Not possible.

No, he might be the cause of it.

What are you gonna do to him?

Hey, doc.

Well, what do we have here?

Possibly a highly contagious dog.

I've contacted Animal Control.

They advised me to bring him here

until they can pick him up.

Please stay as far away from him as you can.

- And don't touch him. - What?

What am I supposed to do with a highly...

I need you to sign this form to confirm

that he is no longer my problem.

What do you want?

To schedule another wedding you can walk out on?

I, I thought we could have a talk.

Just please sign, so I can leave.

I would like you to leave.

- I'm trying to. - No. Her.

Mark, Mark, look, I'm sorry that I hurt you.

But-but this whole "playboy" thing?

Look, it's not nice. It's not you.

Well, I'm not nice anymore.

You get it, you cured me of that.

And if you can't handle your jealousy,

then that's not my problem.

Why can't anyone in this town have a private conversation?

- In private. - Fine, just fine.

Oh, the lab results.

- Confirmed. Zoonotic. - Zoonotic.

Not a clue, doc.

The disease is spread animal to human,

or in this case, dog to human.

Wait, but if humans aren't spreading the rash,

then what about the Baked Bean Supper?

Let the angels sing and the trumpets blow.

You can have your Baked Bean Supper after all.

Well, I mean, that's good news.

Actually, come to think of it...

I prefer if you didn't go.

What?

That's unheard of.

There's always a first time.

- Mark. - I rubbed your feet

every single night for eight years.

And now you just expect me to eat beans with you.

Mark, Mark, you're my best friend.

Are you saying that we're never gonna be able to be friends?

Never.

Come on.

Son of a...

Here, doll. Don't drink with it.

Hm. Hello.

Do you have gentamicin in stock?

Well, Dr. Best, I'm so glad you stopped by.

Sally Mylow, pharmacist.

The other medical professional in town.

Mm-hmm.

I've been wondering when our new town doctor

was going to pay me a visit.

Dr. Reese found my input invaluable.

You're right, actually. I apologize.

I've been busy with the so-called

Browntail Moth epidemic.

It's Tularemia.

And I'll be prescribing gentamicin for it...

How clever for knowing it wasn't the Browntail Moth Rash.

Thank you, but I'm not Jonas Salk.

I diagnosed some cases of diarrhea.

Anyway, gentamicin, you're gonna need a lot of it.

- Understood? - My Marky was right.

You are all business.

- Sheriff Mark? - Hmm.

My baby boy. Do you see the resemblance?

Yes, neither of you seem to enjoy a linear conversation.

- You're funny. - Mm.

Please just make sure you have enough medication in stock.

Oh, and while I'm here, did Bert Large

fill his prescription for Prednisone?

No, but I saw him doing some yard work

just a few doors down.

Dammit, he's working just like I asked him not to.

You're so passionate about your patients.

I love that about you.

Oh, sorry.

I can be a bit much sometimes.

Good to know.

Just... Your neck brace.

Is there anything I should know?

- What, this? - Mm-hmm?

Uh, well, it's a story.

Maybe over a glass of Chardonnay?

Too much, Miss Mylow.

- Thank you for the feedback. - Mm-hmm.

Bert! Bert!

- Oh. - You okay?

Oh, hey, doc.

Wait a minute.

- Did you just... - Yes, I did.

Thanks a lot.

Why don't anyone in this town listen to me?

Here, come on. Hop on out.

It's a one pill two times a day for five days.

Thank you.

I, uh, I guess we all owe you an apology.

It wasn't the Browntail Moth after all.

Yes.

Everyone can put away their tar and feathers

and go have their beans and bread.

Yeah, well, I don't think I'll be going anyway, so...

- Oh. - Mark asked me not to go.

I haven't missed one in over ten years.

I mean, it feels strange, like cutting off a limb.

I don't have a clue what you're talking about.

But if it's that important to you,

to hell with Mark, you do what you like.

Well, I'll go if you go.

Oh, uh, I get the impression it's a very public event.

Oh, no, no.

- They know each other well. - I didn't mean it like that.

It was, uh, it was just a joke. I'm like, I, like...

Why-why don't we go with you?

I misunderstood.

You said you didn't want to go.

- Now it's "Go, go." - Never mind. Just forget it.

Already forgotten.

Uh, remember, two pills a day for

- five days and, uh... - Mm-hmm. Okay.

- But one last thing. - Yep, okay.

Um, when did you come in contact with the dog?

Uh, what dog?

The one from the police station, but before then.

I hadn't.

- Are you sure? - Positive.

Where have you been the past few days?

School. Home. The Salty Breeze?

You wouldn't be spreading a horrible virus,

- would you, honey? - It's a myth, you know,

that pigs are dirty.

I could eat off of her.

Please don't.

I don't see anything. It's not her.

Now, is there anywhere else a large percentage

of this town has been to where there might be animals?

Uh, the biggest thing going on in this town

right now is the Baked Bean Supper.

And Glendon's renovation.

Hm.

Hello, this is Sherrif Mark from Port Wenn.

I have a sick dog.

How much would it be for a vet to look at him?

$400?

Even for an officer of the law?

Buddy.

You have a ride with...

Yeah. It's awesome.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. No, I-I love it.

No, it's perfectly safe.

Excuse me just a minute. I'll be right back.

What the hell are you doing here?

Exactly, how many people have been

on your property in the last two weeks?

What are you doing here?

What... This is a bag of mice?

Answer my question.

Half the town.

Everyone loves coming over here.

- Louisa, Peter Cronk? - Yeah.

Why?

What are you saying? You're a lunatic, Eeyore!

A trespassing psychopathic lunatic!

Sorry, I think I got it.

From the dog who got it from playing

near the dead dirty mice, right?

- That's nasty. - Waiting to hear a confirmation.

They still haven't picked him up?

Not yet.

Guess I'll need some medicine, doc, 'cause, 'cause...

Let me take a look.

Exactly how stupid do you think I am?

Hmm?

Wait, a peel-off rash? Really?

He's not eating, and I couldn't afford

to take him to the vet.

You know, it's like the same medicine

for dogs and humans, right?

Yes, but it's against the law to acquire medicine

under false pretenses, officer.

Okay, you know, I know that

we don't know each other very well.

But no matter how much you act like you don't care,

I don't believe that you would let an innocent dog die, doc.

Okay. Stop with the fake coughing.

I have never done this before in my life.

This will never happen again, deal?

Give him only half.

Thank you, doc.

Hey, when he's all fixed up, I'll bring him right back here.

- Okay. - What? No, absolutely not.

No, no, it's the last thing you should do, Mark.

Buddy, take your meds.

Yeah, they're you go.

Oh, yeah!

I know...

Hey! Hey!

No! Hey! Hey!

Hey! No!

Man, my one prisoner I let escape.

- Hello? - What are you doing here?

I thought you had to go to your...

Exactly, and you're going with me.

Absolutely not.

I just put a salmon in the oven.

Then take it out.

Martin, are you or are you not a resident of Port Wenn?

Unfortunately.

Then start acting like one,

especially after almost canceling the supper.

No, I have been looking forward to a quiet night at home.

Like all the other quiet nights at home, Martin?

When you act like you don't like people,

they start thinking you don't like them.

You're going to the Baked Bean Supper.

I'm starting not to like you.

How long does this thing last?

Can I get it to go?

Oh, stop it.

The worst thing it could happen to you tonight

is maybe a little heartburn.

I understand that it was Glendon

who's been the source of our irritation.

No surprise.

Yes, the mice came back positive.

I think you're gonna have a lovely time tonight.

George's brown bread is worth a triple...

Martin?

What?

Louisa!

Louisa!

- What are you... - If I have to go to this

ridiculous thing, then so do you.

Really?

Okay.

Five minutes and we're leaving.

Okay.

What?

I can wait.

Yeah.

Hey, doc.

Uh, sorry again for popping you in the nose.

Doc.

- Mm. Cute suit. - Yass, doc.

Hey.

So you decided to come.

Yes, uh, just didn't feel right not too.

Cool.

Okay.

Oh, look, I think I found some chairs.

Okay. Okay.

Ah. I told you we shouldn't have gotten here so late!

- Oh, hey. - Hey.

Ooh. Free table.

You, uh, wanna join?

So, what do you think?

Calm down, I haven't even started eating.

Not-not the beans.

All of it.

You get it?

No.

Eeyore!

Ah, you got nerve showing up here.

Did you know? The city shut down my construction.

It's going to set me back weeks.

Now everyone thinks my house got people sick.

And your house did get people sick!

How? Look around.

None of this would be happening if it wasn't for me.

Please. You donated a bag of beans, not a hospital wing.

Oops.

The truth is, I do remember you.

- I knew it. - You were a pathetic,

insecure bully

who's turned into a more obnoxious sack of gas.

- Marty. - I know. I know.

I can't. It's the Baked Bean Supper.

All I was gonna say is that

it's just about time that somebody said something.

What? All right, forget it.

The Baked Bean Supper is canceled.

Everyone out.

You can't throw us out.

Who the hell do you think you are?

Santa Claus, canceling Christmas?

Fine.

But this is the last supper I ever pay for.

What do y'all think about that?

Good.

We'll all pitch in and pay for it ourselves.

Worth every penny to not hear you

go on about it every month.

Susan! Gilbert!

I-I couldn't agree more.

You better watch your back, Eeyore.

I knew this was a bad idea.

- I knew it. - What? Martin.

You really should know what all the fuss is about.

So, what do you think?

Absolutely delicious.

Why is it so satisfying when people like what we like?

Uh, never noticed that.

So, um, what happened all those years ago?

Oh, uh...

Oh, uh...

No, you don't, uh, have to tell me.

- I shouldn't... I... - I... I'd rather not.

Oh, oh...

Okay. Yeah.

I had a sister.

She died in a car accident when I was six.

She was eight.

I was also in the car at the time.

I was sent to Port Wenn

for the summers after that, my parents...

I-I just wanted to be left alone.

But there was Glendon constantly

mocking me for... being sad, I guess.

- I'm so sorry. - Hmm.

A few months ago, a little girl came in for heart surgery.

It's a car accident.

Same age as my sister.

I froze.

Another doctor had to take over for me.

So, what happened?

I ended up developing, uh...

a desire to lead a quieter life.

Well...

Seems we had a Baked Bean Supper after all.

- Mm. - Mm.

Hmm.

Would you like some more water?

Sure. Yeah.

Get... No! No!

Get... Get out! Get out!