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It can be stressful planning
a wedding.

Had a couple last year

almost come to blows over
the table centerpieces.

We called it
the War of the Roses's.

How are things going
for you all?

Will. Natalie.

I think we're coping just fine.

Don't you think, Nat?

I mean, we work together all
the time so that helps.

By that she means we're used
to fighting and stress.

I always tell couples
during Pre-Cana

that it's not the fighting
that undermines a marriage.

It's the not fighting.

Sorry,
forgot to put it on vibrate.

It is impossible to overstate
the importance of communication

in building and sustaining
a healthy marriage.

No, it's nothing.

I swear no more interruptions.

Where were we?

Yes...

where were we?

Getting marriage advice
from a celibate man

is kind of hysterical.

Although I didn't know that
"Don't go to bed angry"

dates back to Saint Paul.
I always thought

it was something from Dear Abby
or someone.

What's that about?

It's just Jay.
I got some errands to run.

How about I catch up later with
you at work?

I've got time.

That's okay, I can get an Uber.

Don't be silly.

I like running errands.
You know that.

I do.

Just the kind that
a bride-to-be shouldn't

necessarily be aware of.

Okay.

See you.

You need to keep your phone on.

I told you I had the Pre-Cana.

- What couldn't wait?
- Ray Burke.

You got to go see him today.
Yeah, we're picking up chatter.

He's hosting something tonight.
We want to get ears on it,

so come on. Let's go.
We gotta get you prepped.

49-year-old male,

high-speed motor
vehicle collision, GCS 9.

Keith Yates, BP 94/70,
heart rate 122,

sat 93% on a nasal cannula.

Mr. Yates, I'm Dr. Rhodes.

Can you understand
what I'm saying?

He's not lucid enough to clear
the c-spine.

Board and collar stay on.

Let's get him in there.

All right, on my count.

One, two, three.

All right, multiple facial lacs,

open fracture of
the right tibia,

muffled breath sounds
on the left.

Let's get a chest X-ray.

Sternum took a lot of impact
here, guys. What happened?

He hit a stanchion head on.
For some reason,

the airbags didn't deploy.

Clear.

X-ray's up.

Big hemathorax on the left.
Let's set up for a chest tube.

Give him five of morphine,
two of midazolam.

Lidocaine.

Scalpel.

Tube.

Glad to see you're
with us, Mr. Yates.

Bolus a liter of saline,

hang two unites of
uncrossed blood.

- I'm still alive.
- Yes, you are.

I'm gonna do a quick ultrasound
of your belly, okay?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Let me go!

I wanna die.

Why won't you let me die!

Have you ever seen anything
so beautiful?

Look.

Has your smile.

- I don't know.
- Yes. Yes. I can tell.

I'm gonna go discharge
room three, okay?

I'm really happy for you guys.

Thanks, April.

Can't believe how real
this is getting.

Well, I better get back
to the office.

- Ethan.
- Bernie.

Okay.

Bye.

Bernie said you two had
a nice chat.

Not sure I'd describe
it as a chat per se,

but, yeah, I heard him out.

God, you know, I'm kind of
blown away to be honest.

I mean, you meet a guy in AA,

you got to be a little
reticent, right?

It's good he came in
with you today.

Thanks for giving him
a chance, Ethan.

Hi.

Hey, so is it as awkward
as I imagined?

Father Brady was a doll.
Will on the other hand...

I don't know.

It's like I was supposed
to be there for him,

and yet he was barely there.

Probably just pre-wedding
jitters.

Unless you think it's something
more serious.

No.

- All right then. Okay.
- Yeah.

- It's bigger than I thought.
- It's small enough.

Trust me, you want it
to have a little heft

'cause it's easier to palm.

Yeah.

Special Agent Ingrid Lee,
this is my brother, Will.

- Hello, Will.
- Hello.

I

I told you,
it's a joint task force,

so the FBI's gonna be taking
the lead.

The Bureau frowns on Cis
being handled

by their own family members.

It'll be cleaner this way.

All right, so the key for you,
Will,

will be to find a place
to stash the bug

so it's as close as possible
to where Ray likes to sit.

Anywhere in the vicinity, bam,

open mic night at the
Ray Burke Comedy Club.

How am I supposed to do that
if he's sitting there?

Can't you find a way to get
him out of the room?

Have him go pee in a cup
or something.

You don't think
he's gonna be suspicious?

Just me calling him out of
the blue, tell him I'm...

I need to make a house call?

This isn't out of the blue.

It's a pre-existing heart
murmur you're following up on,

and Ray's the one who said
he prefers house calls.

He also knows
I'm related to a cop.

You're his doctor.

That's why this is so perfect.

People inherently want to trust
their doctor.

Yeah, and I'm breaking
that trust.

He thinks I'm coming there
to help him.

I thought you said he was
totally on board.

We are. He is.

My gut was telling me he was
a suicide risk

as soon as I heard about
the air bag.

I should have taken
more precaution.

You're a doctor,
not a clairvoyant.

Don't beat yourself up.

Mr. Yates continues
to dump blood,

and it's not slowing down.

Heart puts 350 cc per hour,
base deficits already at 12.

He needs surgery now.

- Can't do that.
- He refused consent.

If we operate without
his permission,

it's considered assault.

He also is refusing to let us
hang any more blood.

He would rip that tube out of
his own chest

if he wasn't in restraints.

He's aware he'll die without
intervention?

Pretty sure that's the point.

Both parents deceased,

says he never married, no kids.

He's refusing any outside
visitors.

How soon do you think
I might be able to talk to him?

I gave him five of Ativans,

so I guess another half hour
or so.

I'm gonna
have him moved upstairs

in case you can get him
to change his mind.

I'll check in with you
guys later.

- Okay.
- Thanks.

I need a signature.

It is a petition

for a dedicated bypass machine
for my satellite OR.

The board's never gonna
approve an outlay like that.

But maybe they will give
me the name of the donor

who spearheaded the campaign
in the first place,

and then I can go hit
him or her up for more money.

I thought the donor wanted
to remain anonymous.

Look, I am sure whoever
it is will be flattered

when I come groveling for more.

Thank you. You are a prince.

Dr. Choi,

48-year-old male, signs of
acute alcohol toxicity.

A & O times two and wouldn't
let the medics take his vitals.

Mags, there isn't a resident
you could fob him off on?

And deprive you of all the fun?

Sir, I'm Dr. Choi.

I understand you've had
a bit too much to drink.

Can you look at me?

Tell me how many fingers
I'm holding up?

- Bernie.
- Ethan.

God, I'm so sorry.

I told the ambulance not
to bring me here.

I need to get out of here.

I don't feel so good.

God, I'm so sorry.

April, give me hand.

My stomach.

Yeah, Bernie.

Let's clean him up,
get him some fluids,

and order an ultrasound.
Let me know when he sobers up.

I'm telling you she needs
to see a doctor right away.

Dr. Manning,
this is Tonya Griggs,

and this is her daughter, Neela.

- I don't need to be here.
- She needs to be here.

Look at that bruise on her neck.

She came in last night
and went straight to bed.

Didn't even say good night.

This morning,
I found her crying in her room.

I tried talking with her,

but she won't tell me
what happened.

Okay.

Hi, Neela, I'm Dr. Manning.

Can you tell me how you got
these bruises?

I was just messing around
with some friends.

It's really not
that big of a deal.

I'm telling you, she's not
acting herself.

Mom, please.

Maybe you should wait outside.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

Okay, Neela, I'd like to get
you changed into a gown.

Monique here can help you
if you prefer that.

- I can do it myself.
- Sure.

Thanks.

You said you were feeling
some dizziness

last time I was here.

Not anymore. It went away.

You at all out of breath lately?

Honestly, Doc,
I never felt better.

Yeah,
my father's a freaking bull.

You seem a little tense.

Too much coffee, I guess.

Damn it. Sorry.

Wedding jitters.

We're all set here.

Hey, Tommy,
you wanna do me a favor

and push that green button
on the EKG machine,

the green one, and then I'll
tell you again when to stop it.

That's the one.

Is it supposed to be doing that?

Yep.

The miracles of modern science.

Right here in your living room,
Pop.

Don't mean to bust your balls,

but we're gonna need
a final head count soon.

For the wedding reception.
We need a head count.

Of course,
this week for sure, yeah.

Okay, well, we're done.

Tom, would you push it again?

That's it.

You gonna tell me what it says?

I gotta confer with
the cardiologist,

and I'll get back to you
soon as I can.

He assured me he was
committed to his sobriety,

then he falls off the wagon
after seeing an ultrasound.

What happens when there's
an actual mouth to feed?

He's an addict whose life
just got turned upside down.

Yes, he faltered,

but right now what he needs
is understanding and support.

Tomorrow, you can kick his ass.

Here, his scans.

Let's go check on our patient.

How are you feeling?
Been better.

Any idea when I can get
out of here?

Not right away.
The abdominal CT we took

revealed a mature
pancreatic pseudocyst.

Have you had problems
with your pancreas before?

12 years ago.
I had a bout with pancreatitis.

One of the multitude of reasons
why I decided to get sober.

I'm keeping you under
observation tonight

to make sure it doesn't rupture.

I feel so humiliated.

Look, this is not the impression

I wanted to make to
my future brother-in-law.

I'm such a loser.

Just say it.
Just tell me I'm a loser.

You've had a lot put on
your plate.

We all make mistakes. Thank you.

Thank you both.

I hate to put you guys
in this position,

but can you not tell Emily
any of this?

I'm really sorry.

My God, Bernie,
how could you slip?

After all this time.

- Are you his doctor?
- Yes.

He told you about
the pancreatitis, I assume?

His doctors told him he could
never, ever drink again.

Bernie.

I'm sorry, who are you exactly?

I'm Ashley Kim, Bernie's wife,

and this our daughter, Jamie.

Hey, Dad.

Hi, sweetie.

Stop with the questions.

Can't you just let me die
in peace?

Just answer me this.

You say that you don't want
any visitors,

but according to your chart

you're pretty much
alone in the world,

so I'm just curious who is it
that you are hoping not to see?

Freeze, stop it.

You said freeze.

Please? Did you mean to say
please stop it?

No.

Keith, you've been...

you been having a hard time

mispronouncing words,
repeating words?

No.

You know,
you seem a little agitated.

Why don't we...

why don't we get rid of these
for now.

- Nono, I'm okay.
- No. No.

I just wanna give you
a little break.

Freeze, stop it!

It'll get a little spasmy.

Keith, that's not
a muscle spasm.

That'sit's chorea.

You have Huntington's Disease,
don't you?

They say it only gets worse
from here.

Got enough reason to wanna
kill myself.

Monique.

Good news is, there
are no signs of concussion.

However, I would like
to discuss with you

the kinds of injuries
I am seeing. The bruises,

they're not consistent
with having fallen down.

Normally we'd find
more abrasions

and they'd be located more
on her joints,

like her knee or her elbow.

Neela's look like she was
being held down.

My God.

I haven't been able to do
a complete pelvic exam,

but if I had to guess...
I knew it.

I didn't want to think it,
but it's true, isn't it?

I do suspect some type of
sexual assault,

but like I said,
without a complete exam...

My baby...

My poor baby.

You were supposed to check in
as soon as you were done.

Sorry. Nothing went the way
you said it would.

And still you made it happen.

The techs tell me we're getting
clean audio already.

Hey, you did good.

Well, I don't feel good.

I'm not being a good doctor
to my patient,

and, you know,
I happen to like the guy.

You need reminding what kind
of guy Ray Burke really is?

You know, I'm also keeping
secrets from my fiancé,

and she's gonna ask where
I was today.

What am I supposed to tell her?

From what I understand

she knows you've been
treating Burke, correct?

So tell her the truth.

You're making a house call.

That's not the truth.

You can't read her all
the way in.

Trust me, it's better for
everyone her not knowing.

Better for you.

How many times do I have
to tell you?

Nothing happened.

It's okay, Neela, I'm not
going to be angry with you,

but I need you to tell me
the truth.

Because she said I was?

Neela,

please.

Isn't there an exam you do

to determine
if an assault happened?

A rape kit, yes.

We'd start Neela first
with a pelvic exam...

No, I don't want anyone
to touch me.

Neela, you have to do this exam.

Mom, I said no!

Ms. Griggs, can I talk to you
outside for a moment?

Just so you know,

I can't administer a
rape kit against Neela's will.

She's 15. I am her mother.
I decide what's best for her.

The exam is very intrusive,

and if Neela isn't willing
to cooperate,

we would need to restrain her.

Can't you just put her to sleep?

I'm sorry, it's not that simple.

I don't care.

Whoever did this
to my little girl

will pay for what he did.

Dr. Bekker,
it's just been confirmed.

Mr. Yates has Huntington's
Disease.

The poor man.

So given his underlying
condition

and his lack
of immediate family,

we've decided not
to surgically intervene

and try to make him
as comfortable as possible.

- Course.
- All right.

While I have you here.

Not sure if you've heard,

but Connor's making a lot of
noise about...

The bypass machine, I heard.

He is looking to make his case

to the lead donor directly.

It's hospital policy

not to divulge the identity
of any donor

who wishes to be anonymous.

You're worried how

he'll react to you going to
his father for the money.

Yeah,
I'd prefer he not find out.

I heard you were treating
my father, Keith Yates.

I'm sorryhow did you say
you were related?

I'm his son, Max.
This is my fiancé, Elodie.

We literally just arrived
from the airport.

Yes.

His neighbor said she heard
something about a car crash.

I been calling hospitals.
They say he was here.

I'm sorry, Max, your father
was in an accident.

He's stable now,

but have you been in contact
with your father?

We email, we talk on the phone.

I haven't seen him in
a couple of years.

I've been away at
culinary school in France.

I need to see him.
I need to see him now.

I'm sorry, Max,
your father's made it clear

he doesn't want any visitors.

Well, I'm his son.

This is insane. I just spoke
with my father yesterday.

He knew we were flying home
today.

- I'm sorry, I have to go.
- Doctor, please.

You need to help me figure out
what's going on here.

I'll do what I can.

His sats are dropping.

Down to 87 now.

Chest tube must have
clotted off.

Your son is here
in the hospital.

He wants to see you.

No.

That's why you crashed
your car, isn't it?

You wanted to die before
your son could find out.

Sats at 85.

- 84.
- I can't strip it.

Lidocaine, please.

I'm placing a second tube.

Patient has a DNR and a DNI.

That does not mean do not treat.

Dr. Bekker,
for God's sake let him go.

Scalpel.

Any idea what might have led
to this?

Are you aware of additional
stress factors

in Bernie's life recently?

Actually, yes.

The new house.

You just bought a house.

Well, we're still in escrow,
but yeah.

Speaking of, I got to go meet
the contractor over there.

Some kind of plumbing emergency.

When it rains, it pours.

Unless you think this
is a bad time.

No, we're just monitoring him.

Okay. Jamie,
do you want to come with me

or do you want stay
with your father?

- Go with you.
- Okay, come on.

Call me if anything comes up.

- Sure.
- Okay.

Ethan,
you need to sign off this case.

Ethan!

Before you say anything...

No, hear me out.

You don't think that's something

my sister needed to know?!

I swear, Ethanlook,
Ashley and I,

we're on our last legs, okay?

You just bought
a new house together.

Yeah, I know.
That was a bad idea.

I love your sister, Ethan,

and I'm gonna be a good father
to that baby.

I just need to figure out
how to tell my wife.

I'm gonna kill him.

Do you think he'll tell Emily?

I'll tell her.

You can't, Ethan.

Why are you protecting this guy?

I am not protecting him.

I'm protecting you.

Well, sats are back up.
At least he's breathing again.

What the hell are you thinking?

You wondered who it was Keith
didn't want to come and visit?

It was his son, Max.

Yeah. He's in the surgical
waiting area right now.

Yeah. That young man has a

50/50 chance of inheriting
a fatal disease

and he needs to be tested.

We need to convince Keith
to tell him so that can happen.

Yeah, but what
if we can't convince him?

We can't keep him alive
indefinitely.

Well, then we need to tell
Max ourselves.

We're morally negligent
if we didn't.

Divulging a patient's
confidential

medical information
is a federal offense.

Not long from now I'm gonna
be sitting across from Max

as he asks me why
his father died,

and all I'm gonna be able
to do is shrug.

You were called in just
to fill out claim forms?

Yeah, I don't know why
I couldn't

have done this earlier.

Leah made it sound
like it was an emergency.

Don't be angry with Leah.

Must be a lot of turnover
recently in Billing.

I'll talk to someone
upstairs about it.

Okay.

Bernie?

Babe, are you okay?
What happened?

What are you doing here?

Ethan!

We talked about this.
You have a desire to drink,

you call me
or your sponsor first thing.

Come on, babe, we had a pact.

We tell each other everything.
I know, baby.

You want to tell her what's
going on, Bernie?

I was just about to ask you
the same question.

Why don't you tell me who
you are

since you have your hands
all over my husband?

Bernie, tell me this bitch is
as crazy as I think she is.

My God. Okay.

Bernie.

- I...
- Say something.

Bernie?

My gosh.

Ultrasound.

A lot of free fluid here.

The pseudocyst must
have ruptured.

- Brittany!
- Bolus two liters of LR.

Push 100 micrograms Fentanyl.

Tell the OR he's coming up.

He's hypotensive.

BPs dropping, 92/66.

Heart rate's up to 130.

Way too much to go over now.

Sorry about cutting out
earlier, I'm...

What are you gonna do?

Dr. Manning.

What the hell is holding up
the rape kit?

We'll catch up later.

Ms. Griggs, I already told you.

I am not gonna authorize it
without Neela's consent.

Then I want her discharged

so I can take her
to someone who will.

Okay, then.

You must think
I'm some kind of monster.

No.

Not at all.

I think you are trying to do
what's best for your daughter

in the midst
of a horrible situation.

I was raped when I was
Neela's age.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't tell anyone
what had happened...

not even my mother.

I was so ashamed.

So I'm guessing you never
told Neela about this?

Don't you think she might be
feeling what you felt?

Why she's denying what happened?

If we are gonna help
your daughter,

you need to share this with her.

What, so he told you
he loved you?

Who do you think you are
wrecking this family?

Em.

Em...

Mrs. Kim, due to the emergent
nature of the procedure,

the surgeons were forced
to open your husband's abdomen

to drain his pancreas.

I expect a lengthy recovery.

Don't waste your breath.
Come on. We're leaving.

Bernie's no longer my problem.

Your sister can sit with him
and wipe his ass if she wants.

Vitner's Triple Cheese, nice.

Tom. Tim. Everything okay?

How's your dad doing?

You're gonna ask him yourself.

He's outside.
He sent us in to get you.

Well, it's not really
a good time for me, guys.

It'll only take a minute.

I have a patient I need to see.

You got time to stuff your face.

Come on. Sooner you see him,
sooner you're back.

So where are we going exactly?

Just up over here.

Wanted to leave
the car running out front.

Douchebag valet wouldn't let me.

Will, thanks for seeing me
again on such short notice.

Get in.

So listen.

I wasn't happy with the way
the exam went earlier.

I didn't want to say anything
in front of the boys,

but when you asked how
I was feeling, I lied to you.

I still got those dizzy spells,

and it's getting harder for me
to remember things.

Not sure if it's related
to the murmur or not,

but I just thought that...

Will?

Hey.

You with me?

I always counsel my patients
not to get ahead of themselves.

Let's review the EKG
and go from there, okay?

So you think it might be
serious.

Don't worry, Ray, I'm gonna
get to the bottom of this.

You're good, kid.

Hey.

I heard our suicide
has Huntington's.

- That's a tough beat.
- Yeah.

So I just met with the Board.

No.

Wouldn't give me the names of
the donors either;

Something about
a cloak of anonymity.

- Well, you tried.
- Trying.

Present tense. That's why
I came to you, actually.

Figured you could help me

find out who the number one
donor was.

Well, I've seen you at these
mixers.

You got most of these guys
wrapped around your finger.

I assure you, I don't.

Hey, just ask around.

Come on. You can do this
one thing for me.

Really?

You don't need
a dedicated bypass machine.

You only want one
'cause you hate it

when you have to bring
patients upstairs to me.

You have everything you need

right in front of you
to make this thing work.

Stop always grasping for more

and appreciate what you've got.

You're still here?

Well, if you're not gonna let
your son sit vigil,

I'm afraid you're stuck with me.

Although I really wish
you'd rethink your position.

Keith, Max needs to know about
your condition

so he can be tested.

No.

You know that he has
a right to know.

Max has already been tested.

When I was diagnosed,
I took him in secretly.

My ex-wife never knew.

Max was seven.

I hoped the news would be good.

Max is 25.

I was his age when I found out
I had it.

I lost my purpose in life.

It all seemed so pointless.

I don't want that for my son.

BP's 80/43.

Ten of morphine.

Listen, Keith, you don't know
how he's gonna react.

He might surprise you,

and medicine is advancing
so rapidly, Keith,

that there could be a cure

by the time he contracts
the disease.

Sir, you can't go in there!
No visitors allowed!

Let me in there...
That's my father.

Dad, it's me, Max. Max.

What's happening?

Sir, you're not supposed
to be in here.

72/30.

Look, do something.
He can't breathe!

He asked not to be intubated,
Max.

Dad, please, listen to me.

I proposed to a girl at school
and she said yes.

Okay? Her name is Elodie.
I-I know you'll like her.

She's just outside now.
I want you to meet her.

Just please, let the doctors
save you.

Is anyone gonna do anything?

Bring him back.

Bring him back!

Time of death, 1913.

So sorry.

Do you need any help finding
a mortuary

after the ME releases his body?

I already contacted one.

I realize it was frustrating

being refused access
like you were.

You know,
he also stipulated that

his medical records be
sealed for the next 50 years.

50 years.

What was he so afraid of me
finding out?

I love my dad. I did.

Always felt like he was hiding
something from me,

but I'm not gonna be
that way with my kids.

I don't even know
how my father died.

Are you aware, Max,

that you can ask the
medical examiner

to perform an autopsy?

As a next of kin,
you have that right.

Doesn't he, Dr. Bekker?

- Yes, he does.
- Yeah.

You never know,
you might get a couple answers

to some of those questions
you have.

Maybe I will.

Thank you.

That'll tell Max the truth.

He's planning on having
children.

He needs to know the risk.

Despite Keith's good
intentions, I don't know.

Maybe some secrets
you just don't get to keep.

Can't even imagine how you
must be feeling.

And here I was wondering
if he was marriage material.

Guess we answered that question.

I wish you didn't have
to find out this way,

but at least now you can
make plans

for your baby in
your life without Bernie.

I'm not leaving Bernie.

He's the father of my child,
Ethan.

I have to make this work.

But he lied to you.

And so did you. I'm pretty sure

I didn't need to fill out
all those forms today.

You orchestrated this
huge public confrontation,

humiliating me,

jeopardizing Bernie's health.

No, I was trying to protect you.

Yeah, I don't know.

Think you're just trying
to rub my nose in it.

Hey, that's not why he did it.

He's had your back this
whole time, Emily.

You got to know that.

I don't know.

That was all you could do.

Here's the discharge paperwork.

I told Neela the truth,

and she told me what really
happened.

She went to a party
and there was this boy.

- It's my fault.
- No.

No, honey, it's not,

and I won't let you think it is.

Do you hear me?

This boy attacked you.

He's the only one responsible.

Is it too late to do the exam?

That's for Neela to decide.

It's what I want.

I'll go get things started.

Hey,

there you are.

I was hoping you hadn't
left yet.

Actually, I wasl was just
about to come looking for you.

I wanted to apologize.

You're right.

A lot of people have invested

a lot of energy
to make this room a reality,

and all I've done is complain
about how it's not enough.

I have been making it seem

like I settled by deciding
to stay here,

but truth is...

I was looking for an excuse not
to take the job at Mayo...

because I didn't
wanna leave you.

Yeah.

I'm just putting it out there
on the table.

Hey, I felt like,

I felt like I should come clean.

Anyway, you said you were
looking for me.

Yeah, um...

I wanted to tell you...

We lost Keith.

I heard. Thanks.

Um, Welll have

an M&M tomorrow I have
to prepare for, so...

Yeah, I've got some protocols
to run myself.

Kay.

This patient's pretty clearly

in Type 2 second-degree
heart block.

Then you should probably
follow up with an echo.

Whose chart is it?

Don't know.
One of the med students

asked me to look at it.

Hey.

You remember how Father Brady

talked about
communication today?

What the hell, Will?

The texts, the errands,
whoever's EKG this is,

and who were those two guys

that you disappeared with today?

Look, I am excited to spend
the rest of my life with you,

but I don't
want you holding back.

I don't want any secrets.

The EKG is Ray's.

From the reception hall?

I made another house call
today to check his heart.

Those were his sons,
Tom and Tim. Ray...

needed to talk to me, so...

So why wouldn't you just tell
me that?

I don't know.
Maybe because I feel guilty

about what I'm really doing
there.

Well,
you're making a house call.

What's there to feel guilty
about?

I'm using him, aren't I,
to get the reception hall.

I guess it makes me feel
a little dirty.

I'ml'm sorry.

I turned what should have been
nothing into a big deal.

It's okay.

Put your work away.

All right.