"staff meeting starting in seven, six, five, four-  before we start i just have to-  three, two, one." " and we're in it. good morning." " good morning." "so i'd like to begin by welcoming jill casey to her first ever official hankmed staff meeting." "applause please, right now." " real applause." " all right." "even though jill may be leaving the hamptons sometime soon, in which case we'd all be very sad, uh, your clinic would be left in good hands and your non-equity membership to hankmed will be left in very good standing." "we love you, uh-- yeah!" " don't patronize us. okay." " okay." "first order of business today is divya, so-  hi." " hi." "okay, i was just at baker and the bean getting some staff meeting muffins, and kevin, that guy from behind the counter, was talking about hankmed and the jitney." "you're famous!" "yes, we are." "we should get a publicist." "we really should. i've always wanted a publicist anyway." "that's a great idea." "i'm gonna get on that." " right?" " yeah!" " awesome." " ooh, why don't i do it?" "i mean, i know everyone, and i work very cheap." " could you be more perfect?" " i doubt it, but i'll try." "look at that, would you?" "hazelnut." " divya, yeah." " she likes it." "and given the state she's in, we pretend to." "wait, guys." "where is divya?" " upstairs asleep." " oh, is she not a morning person?" "yes...no, not lately." "hmm." "i gotta go." "okay." "be heroic, my hero." " bye." " can do." "okay, evan, as much as i like paige, we do not want a publicist." "henry, everyone wants a publicist, okay?" " we need one." " no, we don't." "yes--i'm not gonna argue with you about this," " all right?" "but yes, we do." " okay, good. no, we don't." " yes, we do." " no, we don't." " jill, what do you think?" " i think we should talk about divya." "guys, i'm really worried about her." "she's not being herself." "i took her out and i tried to talk to her about her parents but got nowhere." "you got farther than i did." "she wouldn't even let me take her out." " i guess she'll open up when she's ready." " yeah." "in the meantime i think it's important that we keep her mind off of the fact that her entire life has totally fallen apart." "so without further ado, i would like to announce the launch of operation kdb." ""keep divya busy."" "um, no, it's actually keep divya bu--yes!" " wow!" "gold star, hank." " thanks." "and to keep her busy i've scheduled check-ups with clients, a trip to restock medical supplies, a massage, and a tune-up for my minivan." "that is actually really sweet." "yeah, hank's the brains." "i'm the heart, baby." "and the brains has a new client appointment, which is short for new client appointment." "okay, cool. so it's just you and me, jill." "hey, jill, you wanna keep me company?" "evan, as much as i would love to stay, i think it would be a good experience for me to witness a new client appointment." " yeah, see ya, buddy." " sorry." " okay." " great meeting." "that makes a lot of sense for you to shadow him, it does," " so-- - morning." "so i'm just gonna keep the staff meeting going by myself, all right?" "good morning, sleepyhead." "we got a very busy day, divya, all right?" "full docket. you and me, you ready to go?" "all right, so you go upstairs and get ready." "you're gonna get ready, right? ah." "uh, excuse me." "hi, are you jono?" "i'm dr. lawson, uh, hank." "this is jill." " hi." " i can't believe my boss called you." "he must be anxious to get his lawn mowed." "uh, well, he sounded concerned about you, said you'd been losing weight." "said you're less talkative." "maybe because i don't talk to him." "just my plants." "they complain too?" "i have a job to do." "okay." "do you have high blood pressure?" "okay." "uh, are you taking any medications?" "can you tell me what kind?" " yellow." " yellow. okay." "uh, do you happen to have any of those yellow pills here?" "no." "yeah, you know, i haven't seen one of those since med school. that's a-  sphygmomanometer." " yeah, that's it." "yeah, we had one in a clinic in uruguay." "it's an easy way to check blood pressure." " and a great scrabble board." " hmm." "and it works fine for me too." "if you don't mind, i have something that will work a little better." "prove it." " all right, you wanna-- - all right." "and if it doesn't, this appointment is over." " 120 over 60." " 120 over 60." "it works." "and apparently so do the yellow pills." "i told you, i'm fine." "so...good-bye." "uh, jono?" "hey, lawson!" "ken." " hey." " hey, hey." "ken keller." "ladies call me killer." " jill casey." " which is what the ladies call her." "hank lawson, town hero." "i read about your jitney exploits." "well done. you must have a great publicist." "we don't actually have a publicist, but thanks." "still, i'm impressed you found time for little old me." " it's not you i'm here for." " yeah, how is jono?" "his b.p.'s okay. but i'll do some blood work to make sure." "okay, well, whatever you need." "i don't need anything." "i'm good, but thank you." "jono came with the house when i bought it, now i couldn't do without him." "but lately he's-- he's been off." "i wanna make sure he's okay." "not to mention we got a lot of grounds work to get ready for the weekend." " yeah." " yeah, what's going on?" "oh, it's the fourth annual kickoff classic." "it's a weekend for us mortals to play ball with the pros." "you pay to play, and then the proceeds all go to the boys  girls club of america." "and this year we got greg jennings participating." " oh." " greg jennings?" " of the green bay packers?" "really?" " yeah." "yeah, you know, hank, didn't you say that you used to play ball in school?" "lawson, you told her you played?" "wideout, yeah, until i got injured." "that's funny, i don't remember you playing when i carried the team" " to the passaic county championship game." " huh." "the passaic county championship..." " the big time." " now, that's actually funny, since i beat you out for receiver, you know, until i got injured." " no, you didn't." " yeah, i did." " really?" " i'll tell you what, lawson." "why don't you join the event this year, my treat, and then we'll see who beats who?" " it's all in the name of charity, of course." " of course." "i got a busy schedule, and i think i'm over old rivalries." "you know what i mean, keller?" "turn the page." "yeah, wouldn't want you to get injured." "game on." "you know, schedule permitting." " absolutely." " yeah." " you take care." " okay, great." " i'm gonna kick your ass, lawson." " i know you think you are." "okay, what's going on between you two?" "i have no idea what you're talking about." "oh." "Capture:" "ÏÄ·ç@FRM Sync:" "ÇéÔµºç "¨Ã¨ Anny µ¤æ¤@FRS" "♪ my independence went away ♪" "♪ i didn't listen when it said ♪" "♪ rely on yourself ♪" "♪ trusting someone else ♪" "♪ is a path for the silent ghost ♪ royal.pains.s03e02" "evan!" "please touch with your eyes." "whoa!" "whoa... divs, check these out." " put them down." " no, we gotta get these, okay?" "you don't even know what they're used for." "they're scissors." "who cares what they do. look at them." "they're, like, they're long and silver, and-- we need these, okay?" "we have a long day ahead of us, so you might wanna pace your judging." " just pace it. okay?" " mm." "hua-hua!" "thanks, mr. jennings." "greg, this is my boy, hank." " hey, hank, how's it goin'?" " it's going great." "we're gonna get this thing started right here, right now." " all right, let's do it." " adrian. let's get this going, baby." "bring it in, guys." "first and foremost, i'd like to thank you guys for coming out today and supporting the cause." "this weekend is about having fun, learning, and competing to the best of your abilities." "adrian-- even though he's a bronco-- i want you guys to adhere to what he has to say." "we're gonna start off with some basic drills. you guys ready to roll?" " yeah!" " let's go, get 'em up, get 'em up!" "pick 'em up!" "pick 'em up!" " hank, hank, hank." " yeah, what's up?" "you gotta try a little harder." "this is the gridiron." "let's go, guys, let's go. et's go, let's go, i need to see hustle." "i need to see hu-- look, we reacting!" "hank, hank, come on, hank." "there we go, there we go." "we're on the gridiron, we work out here." "we work out here, this is a little different today, huh?" "let's go, let's go, let's go!" "hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit!" "we work, there we go." "we got a group that wants to work." "don't run me over!" "get 'em up, get 'em up, pick 'em up, pick 'em up!" "nice hands." "thanks, i'm hank." " hank lawson." " adrian." "scott, i know." "first round draft pick of the denver broncos. congrats." " thank you." " so is ken your agent?" "yeah, we just got back from denver, he was visiting training camp." "ken's the real deal, man." "you know they call him "killer keller."" " so i hear." " watch out." "oh!" " let's go, hank, keep it moving." " all right, greg, you got it." "jill casey, this is greg jennings." "jill was just telling me she's a big fan, and i was telling her that you're always nice to your fans." " nice to meet you, mr. jennings." " nice to meet you. would you like an autograph?" "careful, she might wanna hit you up for some money for a clinic she runs." "that sounds doable." "maybe we can chat after the event." "yeah, sure, but, um, that's not why i wanted to meet you." "no?" "would you like a photo?" "maybe later." "but first, i would love to know how you were held to one catch against the vikings in '09." "you play fantasy football?" "i grew up with three brothers." "i traded my second round draft pick for you." "you were a first alternate to the pro bowl, you posted back-to-back thousand yard seasons, and then one catch?" "you do know he scored two touchdowns in the super bowl which his team also won." "that's great for him." "'09 against the vikings!" "i came back the next game." "yeah, after i benched you." " you benched me?" " all right, come on." " oh, yeah." " come on." " i benched you." " thanks very much, greg." " take care." " yeah, we'll talk later." "benchwarmer." "uh, jill, i wouldn't count on that fund-raising money, come on." "divya." "this is a no-brainer, right?" "well said. park the scooter." "you are not buying it." "uh, looks like you're not buying anything today." " excuse me?" " your card has been declined." "okay, that's impossible." "please run it again." " i did, twice." " okay, let's not get crazy." "it's all good, use mine." "everything's okay." "oh, and we will also be taking these." "divya, that kind of public humiliation happens all the time-- it's not a big deal." "i didn't say it was a big deal." "clearly it was a mistake." "of course it was a mistake." "look, you know what?" "you shouldn't be putting medical supplies on your card anyway." "i'm gonna get you a hankmed corporate card." "you won't have to give me receipts anymore, i won't have to reimburse you anymore." "everybody wins, okay?" "i'll talk to hank about it." "okay." "it's fine." "break!" "jono, since your test results came back negative, this makes sense." "aldomet is a pretty old medication." "how long ago did you get these prescribed?" "mid-80s." "these can have side-effects." "headaches, depression, blurry vision." "any of that sound familiar?" "may i ask, has anything changed in your personal life recently?" "my boss wants to get rid of me." "well, why would you think that?" "he wants a younger caretaker." "your boss is concerned about you, as are we." "we are just trying to make sure that you're healthy." "newer medication might help that." "my pills have been working fine for years." " jono." " huh?" "what did you do to yourself?" "who knows?" "uh, hazard of the trade." "there's something called sporotrichosis." "it is a fungus that you can get by being pricked by the thorn of a rose." "if left untreated, it will grow." "new lesions will appear along the paths of your lymph nodes." "it could go into your joints, your lungs, even your brain." "it could cause some serious damage." "wait a minute, all this from a rose?" "yes. may i roll up your pant leg?" "did you ever seek medical treatment for those nodules?" "the good news is that it's easy to treat." "some oral medication, itraconazole will clear it up." "i'll write you a prescription." "and, uh, as i said... a side effect of your old blood pressure medication is depression... which could explain why you never noticed those nodules on your leg." "you didn't care enough." "along with the itraconazole, how about i write you a new blood pressure medication as well?" "if it'll get you to leave me alone." "cut it out, or i will use them for their intended purpose." "42 mau-mau, 42 mau-mau, ready!" "break!" "let's do this, keller." "this is for you, lawson." "ow!" "my arm!" "my arm!" "my arm!" " ken." " aaah!" "from one to ten, ten being unbearable-- i can't count that high!" "okay, let's roll him over." "easy, easy." "it's my arm!" "i know, i know." "okay, it looks like a displaced forearm fracture." "the good news is it's not an open fracture, the bad is you have no radial or ulnar pulses." "what the hell's an ulnar pulse and why don't i have one?" "do you have demerol?" "morphine?" "i'm on it." "do you have a splint?" "all right, you need a pulse." "there's no blood going to your hand, which means the tissue in there is gonna die...fast." "hey!" "hey!" "hey!" "hey, stop!" "stop!" "stop!" "that's my truck!" "what do you mean, you don't have any painkillers?" "what kind of a doctor are you?" " i am so sorry." " it's okay. calm down, ken." "if we reduce the fracture, it'll unkink the arteries and get the blood flowing back through your arm, which will do way more than a painkiller to ease the pain." " well, then unkink it." " okay, um... evan, grab that rope, keller's bike gloves," " and a heavy duty stapler." " yup." "divya, hold that." "hank, what are you doing?" "traction." "ev, would you grab the rope please?" " i'm gonna lift you up, ken." " what?" "ow!" "ow!" "now, evan, gently start pulling until i tell you." "seriously?" "this is gonna be a little uncomfortable." "oh... okay, pull." "hard, ev!" "that's it, that's it, pull!" "harder!" "harder!" "good." "okay, let go, let go." "perfect." "all right, pulse is two-plus." " how's the pain?" " it's better." "good. now i'll put a splint on and get you to the hospital for an x-ray." "outpatient, right?" "fyi, if we're late for the massage, uh, they don't prorate it, so-- evan." "i do not want a massage." "a person was in serious jeopardy today because my car was towed away." "hank said he's gonna be fine." "no thanks to me." "yeah, but...uh... all right, all right." "so i guess it's safe to say that you don't wanna go get my minivan tuned up either, right?" "okay, that's fine, that's good." "then let's find something else to do, divya." "we gotta find something to do, and... i mean, we could... just talk about it." "talk about what?" "i don't know, how about the fact that you're like this poor little homeless orphan girl like out of a dickens novel... dressed in dolce  gabbana." "and your point is?" "you've got problems. so let's problem solve, divya. come on, let's-- let's, uh, let's start with the mercedes." "the mercedes, it was yours, or it was leased to you." "it was in my father's name." "that's unfortunate. okay, um, wow." "god, i gotta say i'm a little surprised your mom didn't give you a head's up." "like even just a text saying, by the way, divya, you might wanna have a friend pick you up from work today." "hey, evan, i do not want to talk about my family." "but that's the only way you're gonna... get better." "i don't need you to make me feel better." "but you're an over-accessorized emotional volcano waiting to erupt." "evan." "i am fine, please... just forget about it." "so when you say "forget about it,"" "what i think you're really trying to tell me" " is "evan, i need a friend right now." - evan!" "i give you my word. i will tell you when i want you to be my friend." "okay?" "good." "i will see you tomorrow." "i didn't say anything." "hey, thanks for coming. come on in." "yeah, sure." "is your arm feeling worse?" "no, no, i didn't call you here for my arm, it's, uh, it's jono." "he's not looking any better." "well, divya, my p.a. saw him, gave him a prescription for a new medication. it should help." "he's never gonna fill it." "he doesn't leave the grounds." "i can't get the man to take a vacation." "maybe because he thinks you're gonna fire him." "fire him?" " he told you that?" " mm-hmm." "is that our game against montclair?" "this isn't as pathetic as it looks." "no, no, no, lots of grown men sit alone and watch footage from their high school games." "the word wallowing never entered my mind." "i was trying to find evidence of you actually being on our passaic high team." "okay, detective." "how do you even have film of our old games?" "well,my father taped every one of them." "and our practices,and our scrimmages.he played to win." "he had me believing i could go pro." "all 165 scrawny pounds of me." "come on." "i remember your dad." "yeah,i was always jealous of how much he was around." "mm.a blessing and a curse." "yeah,no,i guess he was kind of intense." "mm,he made the great santini look like the great gazoo." "that must have been tough." "thanks." "nice grab." "thank you." "it's funny,i don't remember your dad." "my father never missed an opportunity to miss a game." "where is he now?" "in prison." "yours?" "my dad died a few years ago." "to messed-up fathers." "chocolate chip cookies,pretzels, uh,eye cream,face cream,foot cream." "i'm guessing the air in prison isn't very hydrating." "probably a good guess." "uh,an envelope from ms.newberg labeled "boudoir pics," and- let's just stop right there.boudoir pics?" " it's sweet." " ugh!" " hey." " hi.the care package is done." "do you wanna know what's in it?" "no,no,no,he doesn't.you really don't,trust me." " uh,i guess i don't." " oh,all right." "must be so weird sending your dad stuff in prison." "it's even harder with him not wanting us to visit him." " yeah." " i'm so sorry." "thanks.my night on the couch?" "divya upstairs?" "yup,asleep.for a while." "it's that bad?" "i think her family was paying for everything." "she never cashed her paychecks." "wait,divya hasn't deposited any of her checks since hankmed started?" "a couple,tops." "god,i'm worried about her." "me too.no raj,no family, no home,no car.just us." "yeah,she's in worse shape than i thought." "well,i'm gonna go." "okay." " bye." " bye." "oh,did you see this?" " what?" " i'm so proud of him." "i put a copy in the package for your dad." "wow.can't wait to read this." "oh,keep it.i bought 50 copies." "okay,great,thanks." " bye,babe." " ciao." "i thought i told you i don't want publicity." "why do you get to decide?" "i don't,but we have to agree,right?" "so convince me." "you want me to walk you through it?" " okay." " right now people are talking about hankmed 'cause of what we did at the jitney." "in order to capitalize on that,we need to strike now,while the iron's hot." "there's no iron,okay?" "and i don't wanna strike." "i'm the businessman.it's my job to grow the business." "not this business, not this way." " good night!" " good night!" "so we matched the teams up, and the top scorers tied for first are hank lawson and ken keller." "and let's hear it for ken and his courageous effort to play through pain." "hey,guys,let's play some football." " all right,let's do it!" " let's play some football." "hey,ken,listen,i know you want to win,and you've been medically cleared to play." "but please be careful with your arm." " all right." " all right." "oh,uh,i don't think it's the greatest time for fund-raising." "yeah,jill,i hate to agree with this guy,but- no,hank,this is important." "okay." " what's up?" " it's keller's blood work from the hospital." "he's got an elevated hematocrit level." "you think he's blood doping?" "that,or he's a freak of nature." "you really think he would cheat to win a charity event?" "huddle up or cuddle up,lawson!" " thank you." " yeah." "you again." "me again." "following up to see how the sporotrichosis is doing." "better." "but i haven't found time to fill that prescription." "you know,i had a feeling that you'd have trouble getting there." "why do you keep coming around here?" "some people admire persistence." "well,i'm not one of them." "my father had a little garden in our backyard growing up." "sometimes i would sneak in and talk to the flowers." "he told me that plants like that." "your father's a smart man." "he doesn't talk to me now." "is that an orchid?" "paphiopedilum." "lady slipper.it's very rare.it's one of my favorite flowers." "well,they're beautiful." "yeah." "when mr.keller replaces me,what do i do?" "i really doubt that he is trying to replace you." "how can you be so sure?" "you're right,i can't." "but i can tell you that like depression, paranoia is another side effect of your old medication." "you have to want to take care of yourself." "these flowers are my friends." "this is my home." "for over 40 years." "it has got to be hard to be around the things that you love the most and not be able to love them." "but that is what depression can be,not feeling like...you." "it may take a couple of weeks." "but hopefully these will help." "if you decide to try them." "divya." "why doesn't...your father talk to you?" "i could give you a bunch of reasons." "but when it comes down to it... i don't understand any of them." "i'm sorry." "thank you." "so am i." "break!" "all right,boys, let's do this!" "i got it!" "henry!" "lawson!" "is real awesome!" "let's go,keller." "what you got,keller?" "here we go.make a play, make a play!" "make a play!" "go,go,go!" "make a play!" "there we go." "what the hell was that?" "he's goin' right, he's goin' right!" "go,go,go,go,25!" "yes!" "yes!" "oh,my god!" "yes!" "yes!" "hi." "you here to cheer on hank?" "uh,just checking in on jono." "the gardener." "that's funny,didn't he tell us to leave him alone?" "well,i chose to ignore that." "so that's how i should handle you telling me the exact same thing?" "divya,look,i know you have a lot going on." "maybe i haven't gone about being there for you in the most helpful way." "i have nothing going on." "just watching a bunch of out of shape potential clients sadly trying to recapture their glory days." "you don't have to go through this alone." "with you in my face every minute,i am hardly alone." "what your parents did,cutting you off,cutting you out... how could parents not want to see their own kid?" "are we talking about me?" "or are we talking about you?" "your father disappeared for 20 years." "and now he doesn't even want you to visit him in prison." "maybe you should worry about your own family." " ready..." " break!" "let's go,mike,let's go!" "come on,lawson!" " here we go,lawson!" " bring it,keller!" "25,25!" "oh,my god!" "yes!" "yes!" "that's my brother!" " that's a trap!" " really?" "good catch!" "it looks like a catch to me,keller!" "what is that?" "that's a trap and you know it!" "you know it,buddy." " ken,relax,relax." " you relax!" "it's a trap- stop!" "stop!" "there's something wrong with your hand." "is your arm hurting?" " i play through pain." " calm down." " how much pain?" " it was a lot,now it's numb." "okay,we gotta get that cast off." " i need to see your arm." " why?" "because if you have what i think you have,you could lose it." "we need to bivalve the cast." " what does bivalve mean?" " cut it off." "i got something you could use.right here." " why do you have rectal scissors?" " well, i--they're divya's." " i've got something better." " thank you, perfect." "what the... easy, just lean back." "that's it." "okay, ken, can you wiggle your fingers?" "oh, pins and needles. really sharp pins and really jagged needles." " paresthesia." " with pain, pallor, and poor pulse." "okay, peter piper, bottom line it." "it looks like you've developed compartment syndrome in your forearm." "it's a complication from yesterday's fracture." "what is compartment syndrome?" "it's a dangerous compression of the nerves, blood vessels, and swollen muscle tissue within the enclosed space, hence compartment, of your volar forearm." "the increased pressure's not allowing your blood to circulate." "i've called an ambulance." "no, no, i'm not going back to that hospital." "my arm lookslike nuclear waste." "they screwed up when they put my cast on." "right now the muscles, tendons, and nerves in your arm are dying of ischemia." "it can be irreversible." "find someone to get me a medivac into the city?" " okay?" " got it." "this is time-sensitive." "well, then how have i been living with it since yesterday?" "because yesterday the pressure in your arm wasn't acute." "you need to relieve the pressure." "ken, this isn't about you and me." "it's serious." "you need to trust me." "trust is wonderful, but i refuse to buy that i can't get myself to a world-class facility." "i can't prove it to you." "if we were in a hospital, i'd use a stryker monitor to measure the exact pressure-level building in your arm." "but here there's-- jill." "maybe we can measure the pressure." "i'm on it." "if i do, will you get in the ambulance when it arrives?" " do it." " okay." "ev, use your favorite scissors to open and cut these tubes." "you got it." " good." " here you go." "stopcock." "okay." "divya, syringe." "open that." " jill, you hold the manometer." " mm-hmm." "okay, divya." "pull slowly up on the syringe." "it's more than halfway full." "okay, good, perfect." "now, take the syringe off, pull it up to 15, and then put it back on." "okay, ken, this will cause the meniscus, the fluid level of the saline, to bubble away from your arm." "and it's gonna hurt a little." "mm!" "okay, divya, slowly increase the pressure on the syringe." "jill, is the mercury rising?" " yup." " okay, now we're gonna wait until the line along the fluid in the tube curves from convex to concave." "okay, there it is." "ken, if the mercury's greater than 30, you are acute, which means if you like your arm, you have no time to waste." " jill?" " it's approaching 45." " and rising fast." " ken..." " you win, this time." " okay, good." "guys, hamptons heritage, quickly." "how's mr. keller?" " he's gonna be okay." " good." " i brought you something." " you brought me something?" "why?" "well, you gave me something to help, i give you something to help." "i feel better already." "thank you, jono." "now, take careof yourself, okay?" "you too." "so nice." "so how did you know that he was depressed and not just sad?" "what jono was experiencing-- lingering malaise for no reason-  that's depression." " okay." "sadness is temporary." "it has a direct cause." "a, uh, setback, or a disappointment." "got it." "so which one are you feeling about your parents?" "that's sadness." "i'm sad about losing them." "and i'm sad about what they've done." "i'm sad about all of it." "i'm sorry. i really am." "i hate seeing you like this." "am i allowed to say anything?" " use your best judgment." " it's about your parents." "your best judgment, evan." "if they won't have you, just know you can crash with us for as long as you want." "thank you." "without my family support, i'm basically starting from scratch." "you're gonna start cashing all your checks now, aren't you?" "i'm afraid so." "and now i'm sad." "i don't think that's gonna work." "can we talk about this later?" "ooh, regular coffee never tasted this good." "'cause of the hazelnut and divya..." " okay, i gotta go." " you're on the phone. i'm sorry." "because i can't talk about it right now." "okay, bye." "hi, hank." "sorry, i didn't-- uh, you heading in?" "uh, yeah." "you want some company?" "no." "paige, i hope evan explained that my feelings about a publicist have nothing to do with you." "i just don't want one." " one what?" " a publicist." "oh, no, i don't care about that." "it's not a good time, hank." "i'm sorry." "i just got some really bad news." "maybe you could help me." "yeah, i'm happy to try." "would it be covered under the doctor-patient confidentiality?" "is it medical in nature?" "yes." "unfortunately." "then, uh, yeah." "yeah, it would." " okay." " but, paige, first let me just say, um, evan loves you." "and i'm a little concerned about my knowing something about you that you don't want him to know." "it could put all of us in a really tricky situation." "no, no, i didn't even think of it that way." "i could find you an excellent doctor." "no, no, no. no, please." "just don't say anything to evan." "okay?" "hi." "i thought you said he never leaves." "he came to see how i was." " that's nice of him." " i told him to leave town." " you fired him?" " i sent him on vacation." "i told him if he didn't get some rest, i would fire him." "that's nice of you." "well, i'm not such a bad guy." "about that." "i wanted to apologize." "for getting carried away." "for letting the spirit of competition change who i am." "i'm not proud of some of the things i said, and i'm sorry." "okay." "oh, by the way, if you wanted to apologize this would be a good time to do it." " yeah, not gonna happen." " right. okay." "look, ken, i'm concerned about the compartment syndrome in connection with your elevated hematocrit." "is there any chance you were blood doping?" " transfusing yourself?" " blood doping?" "no way." "then i'm concerned you could be suffering from a serious blood disorder, one of several polycythemias that could be chronic and debilitating." "english, lawson." "you could be in need of periodic bloodlettings." "without a clear explanation as to why your levels were high, you need to undergo a series of tests." "i've recommended a specialist stop by and start examining-- all right, what if there is an explanation?" "then i would love to hear it." " when i went to colorado to go visit adrian-- - mm-hmm." "i really went to go spend some time in a high altitude to get some more oxygen into my red blood cells." "give myself a competitive edge." "okay, then." "this event supports a great cause." "you putting it on is amazing." "and while i know you like to win, you might wanna focus less on getting a competitive advantage and try having a little fun too." "yeah, yeah, you're right. it's just-- it's not as easy as it used to be." "you know what i'm talking about, you must be as sore as i am." "not at all. i'm amazed at how good it felt to be back on the field." "just like old times." " yeah." " you know?" " okay." " okay." "well, maybe you'll come play with us again next year." "i would like that." "take care of yourself, ken, huh?" " you too, lawson." " all right, buddy." "ow, ow, ow, ow." "hot bath, epsom salts, lots of advil." "yes, doctor." "easy on the bumps." "i would like to apologize for allowing my personal life to interfere with my hankmed responsibilities." "and i would like to thank you both for opening up your home to me." "okay, boris's home." "and for being my family." "i don't know what i would do without you two." " it's us i'd be worried about." " yeah." "and evan, i am so sorry about that father crack." "it was a cheap shot." "you were right, actually." "well, at least your father takes your calls." "he's in prison." "his options are limited." "that's not why he takes your calls." "he loves you." "he wants to hear your voices." "it makes him happy." "you have no idea what i would give for that." "yeah, evan." "still sad." "but working on it." "well... we, uh, happen to have a little surprise for you." "it's designed to cheer you up." "i hate surprises." "what is it?" " hey, guys." " hey, greg." " hey, mr. jennings." " my own live football star?" "greg's not the surprise." "okay, so then tell me that that trophy does not say "world's greatest p.a."" "sorry, though i'm sure you are." "this is for hank." "mvp of this year's kickoff classic." " really?" " whoa, what?" " yeah!" " all right!" " thank you, thank you!" " hoo-hoo-hoo!" "and before i forget," " here's the ticket to the pro bowl." " oh, baby." "there's only one. i thought the mvp was supposed to get two tickets, though, right?" "the score was so close the judges couldn't decide, so they named ken and hank co-mvps." "what?" "so you and mr. keller can go to the game together." " bffs." " cute." "uh, and greg, thanks. jill said you wrote a very nice check to the clinic." "yeah, well, i felt bad about that vikings game in '09, so..." " right." " well, i gotta run." "oh, just out of curiosity, who owns the sweet ride out front?" "i was just thinking about buying one." "what?" "evan's minivan?" "that is no minivan." "it's a range rover vintage." " with a big red bow on top." " hey, greg." " thanks." " thank you." "you didn't." "he didn't, he didn't." "i'm afraid we did!" " oh!" "before you get too excited, though, just full disclosure-- it's gently used." "gently, okay?" "thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you." "you think she's sad it's not a mercedes?" "yeah, she looks crushed." "ev, it was a great idea." "every once in a while i have one." "you had two this week." "i did. i did?" "help the girl out." "gladly." " hey, div!" " no running--scissors." "excusez-moi, mademoiselle." "allow me." "amazing." "such a smooth cut." "hop in." "watch your legs." "heh, heh." "Just as you know, if our company were bigger, we could afford to get her mercedes back" " Evan." " Look," "I'm not giving up ?" "our business." "You think I don't know that?" "Join our FRS and have fun!" "QQ Group No. 37304379"