Sam: Well, you know, I'm -- Lucky, I am so sorry. You two have met, right?
Ian: Well, not formally. Dr. Ian Devlin.
Lucky: Lucky Spencer.
Ian: Detective Spencer, right? Huh. So I -- I assume that you're here with some information about Ms. McCall’s hit and run?
Lucky: Yeah, the department is still working on it.
Ian: And are you working on it personally?
Lucky: No, I took myself off the case.
Ian: Oh. Well, then, I guess I won't be interrupting any official police business when I take Ms. McCall upstairs to run some tests.
Sam: Tests? No, no, no -- what tests? You said I was going to leave today.
Ian: Ah, you made that call yourself before. This time, I'm having some say in your future.
Sam: Oh, that's interesting. You seem like you're in a better mood today.
Ian: Well, it's amazing what sleeping in the right bed will do for you.
Lucky: Do you want me to take you back upstairs?
Ian: We have it, Detective. It's okay. I'm sure Ms. McCall would far more appreciate you finding that reckless animal that hit her.
Sam: Thank you for --
Lucky: It's okay. Dr. Devlin's anxious.
Ian: To help heal a beautiful woman -- what man isn't?