Evan, Divya and Paige are attending a youth orchestra performance where Evan is more interested in observing his nemesis Blythe Ballard than listening to the music. Hank is late and runs into Don O'Shea, the police officer who he treated for kidney stones and has failed to follow up with Hank. Don is keeping an eye on the crowd as well as his teenage daughter Molly who is picking up trash from the event as community service and attracting unwanted (by Don) teenage boy attention in the form of Slack, a neighbor kid...Read the full recap
Don is suffering from Sarcoidosis, a chronic collection of inflammatory cells that from nodules in the lymph nodes or lungs.
Santi is suffering from a temporal bone fracture, the skull bone containing part of the ear canal, the middle ear, and the inner ear that can be fractured by a blow to the head.
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Blythe Ballard: I'm impressed you think you can gather enough signatures to get on the ballot on such short notice.
Evan: Or one could pay a filing fee.
Blythe Ballard: Yes, you do have the option to forgo public support, if that's the kind of candidacy you want.
Evan: Wait a second. Since when did classical dudes get groupies?
Divya: I'm not a groupie. I am a philharmonica.
Evan: You can be my eyes and ears. You can get inside (Blythe's home) and expose her corrupt nature.
Paige: Or I could be professional and do my job.
Evan: Or you could do that.
Hank: I had a surgery last winter, and afterwards I couldn't stand to look at those pills by my sink. Just knowing they were mine, it was depressing.
Don O'Shea: Are you okay now?
Hank: I am.
Don O'Shea: And you're off all the meds?
Divya: Am I crazy to think that his composition could be based on autophony?
Hank: No, his fall may have caused cracks in the temporal bone in his inner ear.
Divya: Santi, I think that your music reflects bodily sounds that you are literally hearing in your head because of a thin or cracked ear bone. You've been hearing your blood pulse, your eyes moving in their sockets, maybe even the creak of your joints.
Santi: Well, so much for inspiration.
Evan: You know what I think? I think she's threatened. Blythe Ballard is threatened by me.
Paige: Okay, that's ridiculous! Sorry. I didn't mean to sound so emphatic.
Evan: What this town needs is dissent, Paige. It needs an outside voice. It needs me.
Paige: Oh, boy.