Wyvern

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Let's get you some coffee.

- Thanks. Um...

... what exactly is the deal

with Edna?

- She's talking

to her best friend, Maggie,

who passed away last year.

And...

she hasn't quite accepted it.

So we're just supporting her

until she gets through it.

- Thanks again.

- See you.

So, Jake,

you've been in town for a while.

How long are you...

planning on staying here?

- Uh... not sure.

Depends on my insurance claim.

- Why wouldn't it go through?

(stammering)

Wow, that was really nosy!

Sorry. You probably

don't wanna talk about it.

- It's fine.

- And I just wanted to say

that I'm really sorry

about what happened

to your brother.

- Um...

I'm gonna keep on working

on the steps.

- Right.

Sure. I'll just bring

some food out

to you, then.

- Much appreciated.

- Okay.

(whispering):
Claire,

you are such an idiot.

Um...

- Could we get some menus,

please?

- Ahem.

I'll be right with you guys.

And I've seen you go

And now I miss you

like no one

Like no one before

- This just in:
Colonel Travis

sends his regards

to the goons who dropped off

a present in his hot tub.

Not funny, not cool at all.

He only asked that if you took

his lovable mutt L.T.,

please return him.

It looks like this year's

festival shenanigans

are starting early,

with a moose head

in a hot tub.

Here's a heartbreaking,

soul-searching country tune

dedicated to the colonel.

(slow harmonica music)

- Help you, Doc?

- Well, call it a heart

or call it my Hippocratic oath,

I just can't stand

to see a man in pain.

I'm gonna take a look

at that hand of yours, Jake.

- All right.

- This hurt?

- A little.

- This?

- Oh, more!

- Okay, well, the good news is,

it's only dislocated.

- Uh-huh.

What's the bad news?

- It's dislocated.

I can reset it,

but other than that,

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