Some time later, the jet-setters have managed to convey Don inside (I wonder if they got the servants involved) and a doctor has been summoned to treat Don, who comes to and asks where he is. After he gets his bearings, the doctor, "Klaus," tells him he has heat exhaustion and moves to give him an injection of something. Don, however, probably put off by the doctor's jacket-and-no-pants outfit, refuses, saying he just needs some water and aspirin. I'm not sure that will fix the problem, although I'll grant that it usually will help what's ailing him. Willy and Rocci make light of the situation with some gallows humor, and everyone but Joy leaves, although not before Klaus rather familiarly tells the "little girl" not to get any ideas, as Don needs his rest. Starting that admonition with "young lady" would have borderline skeeved me out there, but "little girl" removed any doubt. Ew. Don, not looking so great, asks who all these people are, and Joy coyly tells him they're friends. "We're nomads together." I think you're a lot of things together, few of which I want to know about. Joy tells him they're having Mexican food for dinner, which Don says he's never tried (you've never been to El Parador, Don? Their margaritas are awesome!). Joy tells him he'll love it, and to rest up and come outside when he's ready. I hope he does, because I'd love to see him made to wear a big floppy sun hat. But for now, Don takes a sip of water, transparently decides he's not moving for a while, and lies back down. Probably not too late to get Klaus back with that shot of whatever it is.