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Previously on Best Medicine.

Who am I to interfere?

If you don't want to interfere, why did you renovate this entire office?

Tell me that I have to dress like a dental hygienist. Michelle.

You can call me Savannah.

Your fox did give six of our townspeople the plague. Yeah, well, you should admit

that you actually care about whoever it is that you care about. You should

pursue a therapy degree while you're in jail. What's this?

I found the love letter.

Wasn't for you. It was just always Louisa. Oh, come on! Whoa, what's the

rush? Well Martin and I we are done and I'm fine. You are an 11

Doc

hey

morning mark morning.

Hey, so funny thing happened couple nights ago. Well, not funny. Haha more

like

Funny not haha got it like unexpected like I didn't expect. Yeah mark. I know

what unexpected means like I I Was

and then Mark spit it out

There's this kid who used to live on my block named Rex who had six fingers. Can

you imagine that? No, it was like we'd play like capture the flag Where you at

Rex and you like here?

What was that?

Yeah, I'll be right there.

I gotta go, Doc. Least business.

Mark, you just made that sound with your mouth. What are you doing?

He's holding me up. Who are you talking to? Who are you talking to?

Uh-huh.

uh okay can i go stop to breathe yes okay

Snoo one day. An omelet for Mr. Franklin.

And yogurt for the young lady.

I just love the flowers you have out.

You guys sprucing up for something?

Yes. We're zhuzhing things out because we got an anonymous tip that Carson

McLeish is coming.

Who's Carson McLeish?

Just the most important food critic at the New York Times.

Betsy Schmitz. Oh, tell us what he looks like and we'll look at it. That's the

thing. No one knows.

He lets you know he's coming so you're on top of your game, but he doesn't want

you to know who he is so you don't treat him any different. He could be here

right now.

Oh. Uh, we know everyone who's here.

Well, maybe not now.

Oh!

George is a little tense.

Hey, just came to check on my guy. How's he doing?

Oh, not good.

You think breaking up with she who shall not be named has got him down?

I don't know, but he almost bit off my head this morning when I told him that

Parker brought in homemade croffins. Oh. Wait, did you hear? What? I got an

agent. Oh, that's great, honey. I don't know. Somebody just emailed me back. She

wants to represent me. Wow. From New York?

New Hampshire.

She's sending me an audition today. Well, that's wonderful. Hey, now.

Watch the toes there, boys.

Well, I see you've wasted no time. Like she was never here.

And look.

Well, you will not find me crying into my coffee mug either, as long as he's

okay. And how long has your back been bothering you, miss? I'm not giving you

my name.

All right. You won't be able to file for insurance unless... I'll pay out of

pocket.

Okay, then. And you're back.

How long has it been?

I had a stroke three months ago, although I'm not sure what business that

is of yours.

Just that I'm a doctor and you came to see me? I came here to get a shot of

cortisone. Dear God, I had a stroke. I lost use of my whole left side. Some

idiot physical therapist named Gretchen got my movement partially restored.

I returned to work and my back seized up. Then what is your line of work?

None of your beeswax, doctor.

Fine. I'll put secret agent 008.

Does that work?

I am a person with cash here for your services. I just want a shot of

cortisone. Good Lord.

These small-town doctors are just glorified veterinarians. Mm-hmm. What

does that make you?

Ow!

Not amusing.

I thought it was. Shut up.

The next time I spend $200 on a cortisone shot, it won't be for a quack

like you. It was truly not a pleasure, and please let the door hit you on the

way out.

Keep rolling.

Okay. Okay.

Martin?

What the heck was that all about? No idea, but it was her fault.

What do you want?

Nothing, just checking on you.

No, it's not.

I just wanted to make sure you were okay.

I'm fine. Why should I care? Oh, you don't care?

No, none of my business.

It's none of your business that you and Eden broke up.

Oh, I thought you meant Louisa and... Oh.

Oh, I see you were back there again.

That doesn't bother you?

No, not at all.

I'm fine. Yeah. Never better, actually.

Why didn't you come see me sooner?

Well, the new homeopath lady... What new homeopath lady?

...said a candle would burn all the wax right out.

Well, it almost burned off half your ear.

That's true.

But she also says she could cure my bloating.

I can, too. Stop eating dairy. You're lactose intolerant. But I love cheese.

You're ridiculous.

I could still hear you now.

Why are you scribbling? There's nothing to scribble. He is ridiculous.

Still hearing.

This got my permanent record?

Next knucklehead.

Where is everyone?

You actually don't want to know.

What's the matter, Quincy? Your gout acting up? Oh, yeah, but that's not why

I'm here. Last night, the nature lady told me to drink a quart of tart cherry

juice and to resolve my issues with my daughter-in-law. My stomach is killing

me. Who is this nature lady, and why would anyone go to her and not me? Gee,

Doc, I can't imagine.

Actually, you know her. I do?

Well, I didn't know how to tell you.

No, Irma. At first it was fun, all the one-night stands and one-day stands and

one-car stands.

Those can get pretty rough on your back.

Maybe you need a different kind of girl, Mark.

That's what my mom says.

A nice, quality girl you can settle down with, Marky, who lives close.

No more driving 50 miles for a cup of coffee. I'm sure you can rig it on the

app. I did, I did. I just haven't found the one that... Wait.

Hey, she's cute and really close. And I like that jumpsuit.

I feel like I know her.

Hey, maybe that's how it's supposed to feel, like you already know each other.

Oh, my.

What?

Savannah?

Yeah?

Hi, Sheriff.

Hi.

The idiot who smuggled animals into the country and gave us all a bubonic

plague? That's the one.

Doc, we got a problem. I've got a cold. I'm all foggy. I can't think. You've got

to help. And we have a major food critic coming.

So what do you want me to do about it?

What's the best cold remedy? You've got to clear my head.

Breast fluids? Time.

I don't have time. I've been working for this my entire life. A New York Times

food critic coming to eat my food. Can you think of anything else?

Dabra.

Dabra.

All right, you feel better now? Oh.

Now, Quincy, if anyone drank a quart of tart cherry juice, it would give them a

stomachache, okay? Now, take an antacid, and if it's not better in a few hours,

come back and see me.

Might I offer a suggestion?

No. I mean, for your benefit. No.

You're a good doctor.

I don't need you to tell me that. But not a good listener. Neither are you. I

just said I don't want to hear it. Sometimes all they need is to be heard.

And comforted. That's not my job. And yours isn't to lecture me on bedside

manners. It's to monitor medical malfeasance. So if it's okay with you,

I'm gonna go stop an ex-con lunatic from killing our town.

Cheerio.

Hey, what's wrong, Eeyore? Get kicked out of the Garden of Eden?

Glendon. Eeyore.

You start your chemo yet?

Uh, no. Not yet. I mean... Why not?

Well, that's none of your business. Don't tell me you're as stupid as

everyone else in this town.

I've been busy. I've got a lot to do.

You're not busy. You have testicular cancer.

Stop being a nitwit and start your treatment.

You're the one who needs treatment, Eeyore.

You know, Eden's better off without you.

Jeez.

Unbelievable. Hey!

Yes, okay, I'm happy I ran into you. Because I need to tell you the thing

that I was trying to tell you that I couldn't tell you.

So... Okay.

So... I... Okay.

See, I... I... Why don't you tell me when your brain returns to your head?

Yeah.

Okay.

Yeah. Okay.

Oh, hey, Martin. You here for a trim?

I'm here for the quack in the back. Hey, you got to get in line if you want to

talk to the quack in the back.

And my stepmother never hugged me, never told me she loved me. I've basically

been alone my whole life.

That's horrible.

I hear you.

I know.

Ew. Hey, get out. This is private.

Well, your pathetic little shot didn't do anything.

Yeah, it takes time. Close those and wait your turn. Why aren't you in jail?

I did my time.

And I did as you suggested. I studied, I took classes, and I got my degree.

And what, quackery?

Naturopathy. I'm an ND.

As in not a doctor?

Well, there's a whole line of people out there who would beg to differ.

A line a lot longer than yours, because she's an enlightened soul who cares.

Yeah, well, I just saw two of her patients, and one of them nearly burnt

his ear off. Then he didn't do what I said.

Keep the poultice on and write down every demeaning thing that monster said

to you. The pain will release. Yeah, write down everything.

This is such a con. I mean, why do you keep running scams in our town?

It's not a scam.

Oh. I want to make amends, and if I can offer something... Yeah, like fairy

pollen? Like listening and caring. Which she does, and you don't. Yeah, because

I'm an honest doctor, and she's a charlatan. Okay.

You can either leave town, or I'm gonna call the sheriff. Oh.

Listen, you dunderhead.

What can I say, Doc?

I'm a natural-born healer.

It's a miracle!

It makes no sense.

You don't have a stroke and then walk three months later.

Well, maybe it was the shot that you gave her. A steroid cannot reverse a

stroke. Okay, so maybe she just got better. No, I'm telling you, they're

running a scam.

Savannah pretends she's a healer, the woman pretends she can't walk, and then

Savannah cures her, and they all buy her tinctures and crystals.

So how would you prove that?

Well, I need to properly examine her to prove she's a fake.

Doc. What?

You just took my blood with no problem at all.

Oh.

I did. I mean, do you think maybe you're over it?

Maybe. Good.

Then we can get rid of that cruffin-baking pest, huh?

It's not that bad.

Oh, you like him? No, you know, he did a good Professor Plum while we were

playing Clue.

You played Clue with the man who reports on me to the Maine Medical Board? Just

once. Yeah, it's a conflict of interest. What was I supposed to do? He's my

roommate's boyfriend.

Boyfriend? I am so sorry.

Savannah put me on a carrot juice diet.

I mean, what do I do now?

Hey, Sheriff Mark. Hey, bud. What's up?

Can I ask you a question?

Not if I ask you first.

How do you ask out a girl? Whoa!

Have you come to the right man? In fact, I was just thinking about it. Really?

Yeah, I was debating if I should use Great Uncle Alfonso's technique.

What's that?

Okay, so Great Uncle Alfonso said that when you first start talking to a girl,

never look her straight in the eye. Why?

Because it creates mystery.

She senses something special's about to happen, right? But she's just not sure

what. Then where do you look?

You look just above her eye, like right at her hairline. And then when she's off

kilter, you come in, open and honest, and you say exactly what's in your

heart. Exactly what's in your heart?

You know what?

I'll show you, okay? Come with me.

Can we take your car and use the sirens?

Nah, it's not too far. Let's just get our steps in.

Give me that.

Would you like some breadsticks, Carson McLeish?

Huh? I know you're Carson.

Our chef isn't feeling well. Could you come back another time?

My name is Bob.

Oh.

What can I get you?

Wait, wait, wait. So, hold on.

So you actually thought that the moon just got...

Bigger and smaller each month. I mean, I was 10, okay.

Still, that's... Oh, you've never thought anything's stupid?

Well, I mean, not unless you think that believing in the Tooth Fairy 2 or 35 is

stupid.

Did you really?

Wow, that is so

crazy. That makes no sense.

Must be driving her nuts.

Everything drives Martin nuts.

Um, what do you mean? He's such a grump.

Honestly, I can't tell if it's social awkwardness or he's just good old

-fashioned mean.

Awkward. He's sweet underneath.

Take your word for it.

Sure wasn't sweet as a teacher.

Wait, what?

Oh, he was my teacher in med school. Uh, what, ten years ago?

Um, why didn't you tell me?

I don't know. I just guess it never came up.

Did you tell him?

I mean, I just kept waiting for him to recognize me.

Oh. Honestly, I'm not surprised.

I doubt he would have recognized me back then. He never knew any of our names. I

mean, God forbid you made a mistake.

Wow.

So, wait, did you come here to... I mean, this isn't going to affect your...

My review? Yeah.

No. No, of course not.

Yeah.

Do you think Savannah could get rid of my headaches?

And my eczema? And my arthritis?

Why not?

She made me walk.

Don't eat that.

Carson. What?

I know you're Carson.

Please come back tomorrow.

My name is Fred.

You have your own miracle worker right here in court when each of you must see

her. Of course you would say that.

Can you squat? Like a catcher. Mm-hmm.

Now, push your leg against my hand now. You should go see her too, Doctor.

Perhaps she could cure your dreadful personality.

She hasn't cured yours.

I knew it. There's no way you could have limb strength like that three months

after a stroke, no matter what nonsense she rubbed on you. You and Savannah are

running a scam.

You couldn't be more wrong, Dr.

Quackenbush. Then give me the number of your doctors so I can talk to them about

your stroke.

I can't. Why not? He's on a trek in the Andes.

I'm calling the sheriff right now.

Wait! Get back here!

Georgie, the food critic's here at the bar.

I saw CM monogrammed on his sleeve. It's definitely him.

What?

I'll do it. What?

Sweet Lord.

What?

I can't taste anything.

Oh, no.

Wearing this to audition, is it too much?

No, it shows commitment.

Good. It's my first time, so I want to make an impression.

All right.

And...

Other crayons are fun, but only playtime pastels glow in the dark and show up

even when the lights are off.

Nailing it. The only thing more fun than a playtime pastel is a playtime pastel

with a special friend.

Sorry, um... Where you can highlight your fun zones for your playmate to see.

And in places where they can't. Oh, um, Elaine. What?

I think these might be adult crayons, like, um...

For sex.

What? No.

With colors like big banana, red hot mama, and tickled pig. Oh, my God. These

are sex crayons.

What kind of an audition is this?

What in the hell is going on here? Nothing.

Parker's just helping me with an audition.

And you're monitoring me. Well, you didn't have any patients, so... Talk to

Best. It's fun zones.

Yeah. That's what does it. I'll be right back.

I have to go. Elaine?

Take off the crayon costume, words that should never have to come out of my

mouth, and stop fraternizing with the enemy. The enemy? Me? I was just... And

no more cruffins!

Do I just take it from the top? Yeah. Okay, great.

Hey.

You know the Finnish lawn game mocha?

I'm starting a league.

Wanna join?

Clark! Stop being weird.

Hi, welcome to the Salty Breeze. You're gonna have the best meal you've ever had

in your life.

Amazing. We want you to be as happy as humanly possible.

Okay. It's a little much. The thing is, this is our pre-dinner, post-prandial

pause. Our kitchen's closed. Would you care for another cocktail while you

wait? Sure.

On the house.

Even better.

Whatever he wants.

Where's George? Dr. Bass!

one of our biggest fans.

He eats here every day.

Could you... Martin.

You gotta help, Doc, now.

What happened? I can't taste, like, anything. My mouth is numb. Numb?

Tingly, numb, weird, numb.

And the food critic is at the bar waiting to be served.

I cannot serve food I haven't tasted, Doc. I cannot.

Take it easy. Don't tell us to take it easy. It sounds like an allergic

reaction. Did you eat anything unusual?

No. The tincture from Savannah.

Please tell me you're joking. We were desperate.

You wouldn't help.

I have a cold!

And she has a criminal record. Just show me the tincture.

Here.

No ingredients. Brilliant. This woman's a menace. What do we do?

It'll wear off eventually.

Eventually? He's at the bar.

You're not listening to us.

Okay, fine.

I'll go find out what's in it. Maybe something can counteract it. Actually, I

have an idea.

What is it?

Oh, you'll think it's bad, but it's good.

This is gonna be bad.

You, Ronnie, get a haircut now or you're out. Come on.

Are you here for a touch-up? I just unlocked your

body's natural healing instinct.

I really felt it. Yeah. Thank you. Of course. Of course.

All right, who's next?

Actually, I just need you for a minute. No!

No! I told you, Sheriff, I did my time.

What?

Savannah?

Sorry. Is there something on my forehead?

You're really smart and really cute.

You did kind of freak me out a little bit last year when you gave us all the

bubonic plague, but you're mature and you want to make amends.

I really dig that.

Do you want to get ice cream with me sometime?

Yes.

I would love to.

Great.

Great.

Thank you.

Mark, I don't know why, as our only law enforcement officer, you don't feel the

need to pick up the phone, but Savannah and the person she made walk are

committing fraud.

Martin? Martin, Martin, I've been looking for you.

Hi. Hi.

I have something to tell you. It's about Parker.

It's kind of weird, so I just... Yes, it is.

You know?

Yes, I... That he was your student? Wait, what? What? In med school.

I just found out. Parker was a student of mine? Why didn't he tell me?

Um, I'm... not sure, so... Why are you telling me? Well, I just... I just

wanted you to have all the facts, so... Goodbye.

Wait, wait. What facts? What did he say about me back then?

Nothing.

Nothing. No, tell me.

I want the, um... feedback.

Well, um, they said that you were... Okay, this is him talking, not me.

I know, I know.

They said you were not a good listener, hard

to talk to, didn't enjoy people.

So he came here to give me a bad review? No.

No, he's going to be fair. I know that he's a good man. I just know how

important this review is to get you off probation. I thought if you knew this,

that when you were around him, you might try to be a little... Nicer.

Yeah. I saw you kiss him.

What?

By the edge over there.

Oh.

What do you like about him?

Martin. I just want to know. What do you like about him?

I don't know. I mean, he's... I feel like I can talk to him about anything.

And he has four sisters, so he's good with his emotions.

Mm-hmm. So he's easy to talk to.

He's a good listener.

He's a people person.

Yeah.

Well, I'm... Thanks. I'm just gonna...

Wait,

what? Harley?

Oh no, this is gonna be brutal.

Harley?

What?

Is there something on my forehead?

You're really smart, really cute.

What's happening?

I don't know. Really mature for your age.

I mean, my age.

What age is that?

Five? No, nine.

Oh. I really dig you.

Would you like to get ice cream with me sometime?

No,

that's crazy.

What, are you going to bring your teddy bear? No, I'd leave him at home.

It's just a number.

Facts.

What? Kids got guts. You gotta give them that. Sure.

Sorry, Tiny Tim.

But let me know when you're my height. You're funny.

Sure. My name's Peter.

Just

get

in here.

Last time I had to be this hush-hush, my cousin ended up in the East River.

Where's the other annoying guy? Upstairs. But I need to speak to you

first. He took some meds and lost his sense of taste.

But we got Carson McLeish out there right now. Carson McLeish?

You want me to cook for Carson McLeish? No, George will.

But you need to assist. Be the taster. All you have to do is taste what he

cooks and make sure it's great.

Wait a second. So you admit I'm an excellent cook with Ferrari-level taste

buds that you entrust with your entire business?

Do you want the 500 clams or not?

Lead the way, Grandma.

Wait.

I'm glad to see you aren't repeating yourself anymore, Gina.

Well, what do you know?

I get away from you two ding-dongs, and all of a sudden, poof, stress gone.

Hell no! We need her out! Absolutely not. This devil woman is not allowed to

step foot in my kitchen.

Too late, Chef Boyardee. You're the chef, George.

She's the taster. Unless your taste is returned, we need her.

I think that was a yes.

Well, look who it is.

You have got to stop doing that, okay? This is a safe space.

Yeah, more like a den of thieves.

Just tell me what you gave George. None of your beeswax. She also says beeswax.

You're in it together. I knew it. Many distinguished individuals say beeswax.

Okay, for now, just tell me what you gave George so I can stop worrying about

his taste buds.

What happened to his taste buds? You gave him something and now he can't

taste, which is, you know, bad for a chef.

Okay.

Listen, Mr. Orky Pants. I gave him over-the-counter zinc, okay?

Maybe he took too much. It'll wear off.

Yeah, I've also got a guy who stopped taking his gout medication and a woman

who's orange.

Sooner or later, you're going to hurt someone. And you're her accomplice.

You're both going to jail.

Oh, please.

Come here, Dr.

Demento. I've got to go with her.

I'm going to tell you a secret I can't tell anybody.

Dr. Patient Confidentiality, if you do, I'll have you arrested.

That's not how it works, but what?

I am Carson McLeish.

The great food critic. I need to remain anonymous for my work.

I did have a stroke. I never met this woman before in my life. And she did

cure me.

And... Oh, yeah, is this part of the act? No, no, there's no act.

No,

no, no, no.

I want Savannah. She's the only one who could help. Yeah.

Yeah. Let's see it, miracle lady.

Okay. It's life, man.

You put your heart out there, and people step on it.

They were laughing at me. Because they're jerks. It's not their fault,

though. They're just teenagers.

I just asked her to get ice cream.

And you killed it, dude. I'm telling you. My great-uncle Alfonso would have

been so proud.

He would have said, hey...

You keep putting your heart out there, Papito, no matter what.

Because, because if you keep putting your heart out there, open and honest

like that, and someone steps on it, it just gets stronger. So when you finally

hand it to the right person at the right time, I'm telling you, dude, she's gonna

look at you in the eye or right above the eye and hand you her heart.

Because she knows then...

that you're strong enough to hold her heart.

So I guess we have to be totally honest with the people we care about.

No matter what.

Wait.

Even if it's something that might make them mad?

Yep. Even then.

No matter what.

You're very smart for a nine-year-old.

Hey, you want to get some ice cream? You bet.

Let's go.

I'll be right back.

Yeah, I just gotta tell the doc one thing first.

You gotta help me.

I have no idea what I did to make her walk.

You're right. Okay?

I'm a fraud.

I took one class in prison and I have no clue what the lady was talking about.

She was insane.

She kept doing this gesture like... What does that mean?

No clue.

Okay, but you would help me before these people turn on me like a pack of wild

dogs. So she's not in on it with you? What? No, I've never seen her before in

my life. And her doctor was really in the Andes? Do I look like her doctor's

travel agent?

What did you put on her back?

I don't know, like basil and oregano?

Well, whatever temporarily made her walk has obviously worn off. I have no idea

what's going on. Well, what do I do? First you go back in there and you tell

everyone you have no idea what you're doing. Then leave poor Wynne before you

seriously hurt someone.

How about I do just the leave port when part? Fine by me. Okay, good talk. Bye

-bye. Yeah, no.

What? Nothing.

Just thought you might want to finish up the conversation we started.

Funny, I don't.

Yeah, you do.

I'm not a people person.

And there's nothing wrong with that.

I agree.

Unless you want to, you know, be around people.

Well, maybe some people.

Like Louisa.

Is that what you want?

If it is, I haven't been doing a very good job of it, have I?

I can confirm that.

Tell you what, let me buy you. lobster roll huh come on i'll even let you order

fries lucky day and

now for the brown butter lemon and caper sauce oh it smells like a narcotic you

want to talk narcotics because my cousin joey not now lady scarface i'm just

saying he didn't know that guy was a cop i cannot believe that i'm saying this

but taste

Oh, my goodness. Really?

More lemon.

You swear?

On my mother's monobrow. It's her hair too sweet. You need the acid.

Oh, my gosh.

She's right. She better be.

And here...

We have my world-famous scallop grenobloise.

Wow.

Mm.

Mm.

Scallopy.

Uh-huh.

Scallopy. It's not a word.

He can say whatever he likes. He's the food critic from the New York Times.

What? Mm.

No, I'm not. I'm a dentist from Bangor. What? Are you freaking kidding me? Your

monogram says, see, I'm your Carson McLeish.

Carl Mooney. My wife just gave me this for my 50th. Then who's... Nope, not me.

Bye now.

Oh, come back.

Still haven't tried the scallop grater blast.

I'll drag her right back here.

Ah! What's the matter?

My eyes. I can't see. I'm going blind.

How many fingers?

Three. Two? Stop moving them around.

You, come here.

What color is this?

Faded pink.

It's bright red. Thank you.

You have MOGAD.

Mo-what?

You're just making up words.

Doc, here you go. Thanks. MOGAD, it's an autoimmune disorder that can appear like

a stroke and cause optic nerve damage. Why didn't my doctor in New York figure

this out? It's unbelievably rare.

I mean, I've never seen it before.

You walked.

Because of the shot I gave you, not Savannah.

I don't understand what you're saying. I have to live with this disorder?

Yes, but it's manageable.

I'm going to give you a shot now that'll get you walking and seeing. I want your

doctor in New York to call me, and with some PT and meds, you're going to be

fine. So, you actually are Carson McLeish, the famous food critic?

Absolutely. No idea what you're talking about.

Just try the scallops.

Please. The whack job can actually make a really nice dish.

I am... Yes.

Isn't that your job?

Fine.

It's Mark. He needs backup at Ermus.

What?

Ermus?

I mean... So, about that review?

I'm not Kirsten McLeish! So that's a no.

You almost burned my ear off!

This little lady is just trying to go on a date tonight.

Oh, uh, no, no, no.

Sorry, Mark, but, um, I gotta go.

Go? What do you mean, go?

She's a con artist, Mark. She didn't make that woman walk.

Doc did.

Is that true?

Well, I didn't want to hurt anybody.

People were only coming to me because he wasn't listening to anyone.

You know, if you were a little nicer, if you spent a little bit more time showing

people that you cared, none of this would have happened.

You made me possible.

Well, what about me? Is that fake, too? Like, am I just another one of your

scams? No, Mark.

You seem like a really nice guy.

Wait.

Oh! Oh, Marky!

Mark, we've got an all-points bulletin. Savannah broke parole.

She's wanted by the state police.

This is kind of hot, though, right?

Right here, in the back seat.

Listen,

Doc, the thing I've been trying to tell you all day is... I sort of did it with

Eden. And when I say sort of, I mean we did it.

Right as she was leaving town, a little horizontal room, but then vertical, and

actually at one point diagonal.

But I know that it hurt me when you smooshed Louisa, but I just want you to

know that I know that this hurts you so much more, I'm sure, so I'm sorry,

buddy. I really am sorry.

I just felt like I needed to be open and honest.

A nine-year-old taught me that.

Diagonal? No need to dwell.

I think we'll be able to get past this. I am open to counseling. Yeah, I know. I

do. I do.

Well, look, I'm glad you felt you could talk to me. Well, I didn't, but I had to

anyways.

Hey, Mark.

Do you think we can get ice cream on the way to prison?

I'm gonna get you one cone.

Oh, their first date.

Well, the next will be in five to ten years, so... Hey, what happened? with

your commercial.

Oh, I booked it.

Hey, Martin.

You did good.

No, I didn't.

She's right.

I told you, I'm not a people person, but unfortunately, I do treat people.

Martin.

Oh, no.

You are what now?

Don't you want to call me a nitwit again?

No.

Why are you delaying your chemo?

Really?

I told you.

I'm busy.

Now tell me the real reason.

I am listening.

Who wants to lose all his hair?

And get sick all alone.

My kids heading to college.

And my wife.

It didn't work out so well.

It's just going to be me throwing up and bald in the house. A house I spent years

building for my family.

Sounds fun, right?

Sounds hard.

But... Look.

I will be here.

For you.

Should you need me.

Wow.

That couldn't have been easy for you.

No. That felt a little nauseous, even as I was saying it.

I'll make the chemo appointment.

Good.

You're still an assy, Orr.

You got that right, nitwit.

Got that right.