Let's do another emotional 180 from that subtly acted scene to John standing in the men's room, wondering how it is we human do No. 2. No need to wonder for long, a fellow walks into the restroom, gives John the stinkeye and then heads into one of the stalls; John takes his position in the other stall.

Back to the sad stuff: Butchie is now standing at Shaun's bedside stroking his head and telling him about how he wanted to square things one day, "you know, surf some spots with him in Indonesia maybe. I thought we'd have the time." Cissy can't bear to watch this anymore and leaves the room. The attending nurse pipes up: "I surf," she says to Butchie. "You were great." Thank you -- that's a great comfort at this particular moment.

Meanwhile, Bill is trudging up one of the hospital's stairwells with great difficulty. We hear the muffled sound of a bird squawking. I think a recently deceased, now living parrot is being taken on a road trip.

And now back to David Milch Presents: Potty Humor, where John is still sitting in a stall, imitating every sound he hears in the stall to next him. Guy the next stall over farts? John blows a raspberry. Guy starts pulling toilet paper off the roller? John mimics that sound too. Never thought I'd say this before, but can we get some more scenes with the brain-dead kid cut down long before his time?

Instead, we go back to the hospital waiting area, where Linc and Cass are still trying like mad to avoid direct eye contact, going so far as to stand back to back. "You know, I could introduce you to him, if you want," Kai says brightly. "Or you could just keep pretending you don't know each other!" Ha! Linc chooses a variation of Option No. 2, turning and introducing himself to Cass. "Get with Mitch," he mutters under his breath as he and Cass make a big show of shaking hands. And off his lackey runs, to go seduce the grumpiest man in all of San Diego County.

Bill finally arrives on the floor, taking great pains to disguise the squirming, apparently living thing that's hiding in his coat's breast pocket. "Like my heart's beating in a cartoon," he says awkwardly, before exchanging an oddly familiar glance with the sad-eyed doctor. "Are you here to see Shaun?" the doctor asks. Well, I hope it's for that and not to pretend like he's going to the bathroom, because that part is already filled. Bill goes into see Shaun, where Butchie is still standing. Butchie goes to greet him: "You've been more father to him than I was," Butchie whispers before leaving Bill with Shaun; the surfer-groupie nurse leaves.