- Hey, Erika. Come on in. - How did you get here so fast?
- I just saw you in Salem. - Right.
They, uh, they choppered me in.
What's up?
And I see you're having a little party too.
- Is she here? Huh, huh? - Who?
Sabrina. I know about you two.
I saw you today, kissing in the doctors' lounge.
That's not what you think. That was--
You told me I was the only one.
Alright, look, that's it.
I don't think we should see each other anymore, alright?
Look, I know I should have told you this a long time ago
but I am not Drake Ramoray, okay?
I'm not even a doctor. I'm an actor.
I just pretend to be a doctor.
Oh, my God, do the people at the hospital know about this?
Somebody want to help me out here?
Oh, I know. I know.
- Where am I? - University Hospital.
The same place you've been for the last 18 years.
How-how can you be here and there?
'Cause it's a television show.
Drake, what are you getting at?
- I'm not Drake. - That's right.
He's not Drake.
He's...Hans Ramoray, Drake's evil twin.
Is this true?
Yes, yes, it is true.
And I know this because, because he pretended to be Drake
to-to sleep with me.
And then he told me he would run away with me.
And he didn't!
And you left the toilet seat up, you bastard!
Is all this true?
Yes. I'm afraid it is.
You deserve much better than me, Erika.
You deserve to be with the real Drake.
He's the one you fell in love with.
Go to Salem. Find him.
He's the guy for you.
Oh, Hans.
Hans? Hans?
Yo, evil twin!
Right. Uh, goodbye, Erika.
Good luck in Salem.
- Take care. - I'll never forget you, Hans.