Mina manages to get ol' Wheezy breathing again through a delicate combination of screaming at her and that epinephrine she was asking for. Meanwhile, Dr. Ben and Lily return with the coconuts, place one in a net, tube it, and hang it like an IV bag. So it's gonna be that kind of show.

Tommy's examining Papa TB's kids -- who are, like, a day away from dying -- but he's having no luck convincing Papa TB to listen to him about treatment. So Tommy tries plan B: appeal to this prideful man on the basis of our shared humanity. What that translates to, then, is Tommy telling his story about how he drank and caroused his way through med school as a way to piss off Mommy and Daddy, and when they kept bugging him to quit it with the boob jobs already and make something of himself, he cut them off. And now he's got no family. "I lost my family because I was proud," he says, begging Papa TB not to do the same. It's probably for the best that Papa TB couldn't understand what Tommy was saying, because that's pretty weak sauce. Still, it convinces Charlie, who basically tells Papa, "This is a good doctor, you should listen to him." Wait, was Charlie somehow NOT saying that earlier. Charlie's an asshole, you guys! So Papa TB eventually relents (while I swear to God a knockoff of the Inception soundtrack plays in the background -- the love theme, not the metallic fart sounds) and wants to shake Tommy's hand. He begs him to help his family. Oh sure, NOW.

Back in Margaritaville, the coconut transfusion seems to have stabilized Ed. Dr. Ben removes the spleen, then had Lily shove her hand right on into the abdomen to stabilize a blood vessel. She protests that she's not a surgeon, but Ben tells her here, IN THE JUNGLE, she's a surgeon, a paramedic, search and rescue, and occasionally a mailman. A butcher, a baker, and a candlestick maker. A Madonna AND a whore. Got it.