Gallant heads up to the morgue with a sample for Dr. Upton to analyze. Why is she doing the pap analysis if she's the mortician? Whatever. He wanders over to a table to put it with the other lab work, but a sudden movement inside a body-bag shocks him into dropping it. "Sounds like you're gonna need another specimen," sing-songs Dr. Upton. Gallant's eyes widen and his mouth swings open; his expression is a fusion of amusement, disbelief, and nerves. "Uh, Dr. Upton?" he sputters. "Is that supposed to happen?" The body keeps moving, like it's punching up where the sky should be. Upton considers this. "No," she concludes. Good call, Doc! That's med-school tuition well spent.
Pratt and Doris joke around in the lounge, giggling semi-flirtatiously. Chen enters in full ice-queen mode. "Hey again," Pratt says. "Hey," Chen retorts snottily. Doris senses that someone in this room is a hosebag, so she makes a hasty exit to go restock the rig. "Do you mean steal stuff?" Chen says. I checked a few times to see if this was a light attempt at a joke, but Chen just seems rude and Doris seems genuinely irritated by the remark. Yikes. Whatever crawled up Chen's ass is definitely starting to rot. Pratt asks how Kelly's birth went. "Big boy," Chen says. "Nine pounds, six ounces." Pratt whistles. "That's a keeper," he says jovially. "And that's the most important thing, isn't it? That she keeps it?" Chen fires at him. Pratt's like, Chill, bitch, I don't know your life. "I didn't expect you to be a mom, that's all," he says. "I'm not a mom. I had a baby. That's all," Chen amends testily. Pratt condescends that he truly feels for her, but that everyone makes mistakes when they're teenagers. "I wasn't a teenager, Greg. It was two years ago," she levels. Pratt's eyebrows shoot up a notch. Chen gives him a total "See, I knew I could spook you" snotty smile. Chen gets called away, but Pratt follows her and insists that he doesn't care either way -- this is her guilt, not his judgment to which she's reacting. "At least I know how you feel," she says airily. Pratt amazingly does not tell her to get stuffed.
Susan interrupts by summoning Pratt and a nearby Morales to a curtain. She yanks it back to reveal the old dead bum from the car lot, sitting up and very much alive. "Holy crap! You pronounced this guy!" Morales sputters. "And he scared the hell out of me when he came to in the morgue," Gallant replies, amused. Susan scolds them that he had a BAL of 0.322, his blood was "practically anti-freeze," and they should've known that nobody's dead until they're warm and dead. Then she's called away by Frances, but not before she introduces Pratt to the Undead Bum and says, "He's going to give you a nice warm bath." The man brightens. "With bubbles?" he drools happily. Gallant snickers.