TEXT: Blake: Does your son ever experience fainting spells? No. Blake: I thought you said your son never experienced fainting spells? That is not my son. [ "The Pink Panther" -style music plays ] Owen: Hey, Dori. You paged me? Dori: Yes, Dr. Maestro. Take a look at this X-ray. Owen: That's weird. Hey, kid, you're supposed to unwrap your candy before you eat it. I didn't eat it. I mean, I did. I just can't -- I can't talk about it. Owen: Sheesh. Catch all that? Dori: Yeah. He said, "I didn't eat it! I mean, I did. I just -- I can't talk about it." Owen: Yeah, that's it -- verbatim. Makes me wonder what he's hiding. Dori: Yeah. Not me. Lola: Ooh, chief, your walker could use some WD-40. Chief: Ha, are you kidding me? On my salary, I can't even afford WD-30. [ Laughs ] I'm joking, of course. I can afford it, technically. It's just that things have been a little tight, financially. Lola: Oh. Well, fix the walker. Richard: Uh, excuse me, Dr. Spratt? Lola: Yes? Richard: I never got a chance to properly thank you for the heart transplant eight years ago. Lola: Aww. You're welcome. Chief: Why, you're Richard Jarvis, aren't you? You're a billionaire! Richard: That's right. And every time my new heart beats, I think of you, Lola Adolph Spratt. Chief: Interestingly, I, too, am on Google. Richard: To show my appreciation, I'd like to give the hospital a brand-new, handcrafted baccarat table, edged in 24-karat gold. Lola: Wow, Richard. That is very generous, but I wonder if the hospital couldn't use something a little more lifesaving-ish? We're not impressed with your
SUMMARY:
Owen works with a detective to get to the bottom of strange behavior by kids. A young billionaire doggedly courts an uninterested Lola Spratt.