The nurse trails them out, but is distracted by Pangborn and a few other people milling around the big window that overlooks the lobby. He asks Pangborn what's up with all the extra security. She says they've got a V.I.P., and Coones adds that the guy is a convict from San Quentin. "That's Wayne Pruitt?" the nurse asks, eyeing the jailbird on the gurney. "I thought they were gonna gas that dirtbag." "Not if I have anything to say about it," says Pruitt's lawyer, who happens to be Coco from Fame. Looks like Coco's dancing for the ACLU these days. ["She's also Adele The Social Worker on ER, where she doesn't do much dancing at all anymore." -- Sars] She exposits that Pruitt's death sentence is under appeal, and she's there to ensure that he receives all the care to which he's entitled. "Hell of a lawyer," Pruitt wheezes. "Trying to keep me alive just so they can grease me. Plus, she's got a great ass." Clearly, he must die. He turns his head in Pangborn's direction and says, "So do you, honey." "I get that all the time," Coones sighs wearily. God help me, I actually chuckle. I ponder the state of my mental health as we head to commercials.
After the break, we find Dalgety and Yang descending upon a nurses' station, asking to see Hickenlocher. They're told he's not there. Yang asks when he makes his rounds. They're informed that Hickenlocher doesn't actually make rounds. Dalgety can't quite grasp how a doctor can get away with not seeing his patients. The nurses don't know, but they do know that he's perfect when it comes to ordering tests, meals, discharges, and anything else involving paperwork. They explain that Hickenlocher answers his patients' questions via email, and that he's always quick and complete. Dalgety's beeper interrupts the Hickenlocher lovefest, and Yang says she's got to do her morning rounds. Dalgety says they can't send Lumley home without tests, and tells Yang to keep trying to track down Hickenlocher. She calls Sutro Medical, and is told by a recording that her call is important to them.