In her huge bathroom, Lisa sets her coffee on the counter and runs the hot water in the tub. She gazes back toward the mirror, and then opens the medicine cabinet, snatching a prescription pill bottle out of it. Sitting down, Lisa empties the bottle into her palm and starts counting the pills with her pinkie. Of course, she hasn't locked the door, and of course, Sally bursts in and catches Lisa pill-handed. Unnecessarily, Sally asks what she's doing, and Lisa matter-of-factly admits she was counting Sally's pills. Sally whines that she told Lisa she'd take them. Lisa knows. Sally asks whether she passed inspection, and, by way of answer, Lisa asks whether Sally's been taking Prozac. Sally is wounded by the question, and insists, "I'm normal. I'm normal! I'm a little nervous about this interview." Lisa repeats, "Prozac, Zoloft, Effexor...?" Sally says she gave them all to Lisa, who asks, "Did you get more?" "How would I get more?" is Sally's evasive non-answer. "Mom," says Lisa in a "don't bullshit me" tone. Sally blithers, "I told you, I promised you! You don't believe me?" Lisa asks Sally to do her a favour, and Sally gushes, "Anything!" Lisa asks Sally to come to the hospital with her for a blood test. Sally's all hangdog and then wistfully agrees: "Sure, sure. I'd do anything for you." She hurries out. Lisa rolls her eyes and closes the door behind her.

Should there be two pages of recapping to do before the opening credits? No. Damn this show!

On the El, Elizabeth "White Picket Defense" Corday reviews material related to her lawsuit. Mark "It's not a TOOOO-muh! Oh, wait. It is" Greene advises her that if she answers the questions honestly, she'll be fine. Oh, and then they exposit the only information that's really at issue in the malpractice suit. She says, "I was the only one remotely close to the dura...I had to have punctured it." Mark says, "It's a known risk. It does not constitute negligence." Elizabeth anxiously replies, "Mark, missing a leak does. I don't even remember looking before I removed the endoscope." This will be important later. In fact, it's the only thing that will be important later. It's the only thing they'll be talking about later. Mark assures her, "You've done a hundred of these [she has?], you know the procedure. There was a bad outcome, they're looking for someone to blame. It doesn't mean you did anything wrong." As the light strikes Mark's pate, a big square Band-Aid is visible about an inch and a half above his left eyebrow. The El lurches to a halt, and Mark offers to ride with Elizabeth to her appointment; she says she'll be fine and tells him to go to work. They peck chastely and she adds, "Hey, don't go jogging into any more street signs." He makes an unfunny remark, and as he makes for the door, she bleats, "How long do these depositions usually last?" "Call me if it goes past midnight," he replies. "What?!" she squeaks, and from outside, he catches her eye through the window and tells her he was joking. Ha. Ha. Not. Her medical career may well be over in a matter of days. Yuk it up, Chuck Tumour.