Meanwhile, it turns out that Pope makes a pretty good soup. People are subdued in their praise, however, since it's hard to know how complimentary to be to a degenerate psycho cum overqualified lunch lady. The minions of Rachel Ray go through this daily. Weaver says that Pope might be of some use after all, and that he'll get a week-long trial as chef. Pope wonders if this means he doesn't have to be locked up anymore and Weaver, in a particularly flawless line delivery, says, "It does not. Lock him up." As he's being carted off, Pope yells that Weaver won't regret it. Weaver replies that he already regrets it, which again is exactly the right instinct.
Tom visits the operating room and finds Rick and a sleeping Anne. When he wakes her, Anne tells him that Rick is stable and that the procedure seems to have worked. Rick looks like he's okay. Mike, who is also in the room, says that he's praying. He leaves and Dr. Anne tends to Tom's wounds. She hasn't yet heard about his latest misadventure, but soon learns that Karen has been captured. Anne asks how Hal is taking it and, in a blatant bit of transference, Tom tears up as he says that Hal blames himself. Tom seems agitated as he says that now they know how to take the harnesses off without killing kids and double checks with Anne that Dr. Wings knows what he's doing. She's a little hesitant as she says that he's great. That seems like a bit of an overstatement. Maybe, "Despite his douchey nature, he sure knows how to wield a blow torch on tissue-spikes," would be more accurate.