Good Evening Mr Travidian Good Evening Mr. Travidian, sir. Hello Michael. My table, please, for two. Yes, sir. Your waiter will be right along. Hello Jim. Tonight we'll have the steak a deux, please. To begin, our usual martinis for each of us. Up. Your steak will be right along, medium well? Yes? Your martinis are right here. To our Anniversary... And to many more … Ahh. Dear, I'm not feeling well, at all. It hurts . . . Nine-one-one! Call nine-one-one! Right now! Heimlich. No! CPR! Lay him down. One. Two. Three. Four. Breath! One. Two. Three. Four. Breath! Here's the ambulance. Make way, make way! Oxygen here! On three. One. Two. Three. Lift. Who was that? I've seen him before. TV! That's where! Peter Travidian and his wife. Rich as Croesus. But that didn't look so good. I hope all goes well. Good morning, Mr. Travidian, sir, in Paradise.