When we return, we find Dalgety and Yang crowded in front of a computer, trying to fill the week's wacky-hijinks quota. They're trying to guess Donge's password for the Hickenlocher program. Dalgety mutters, "What arrre Donge's favorrrite worrrds?" Yang jokes, "Coverage denied." Dalgety tries it. The computer tells him the password is invalid. Yang says she's got to take a patient to C.T., and basically expresses her doubts that they'll ever hit on the right password. Dalgety agrees, a little too easily. He adds that that's why someone has to trick Donge into giving up the goods. Yang stares off into space. Dalgety stares at her. Yang pretends to think hard about whom to ask. Yang has never watched a sitcom in her life. She seems surprised to find Dalgety eyeing her. "Me?" she asks dubiously. Dalgety nods. "Me?" she repeats. Dalgety claps her on the shoulder and says brightly, "Well, if you want to volunteer." And the running wah-wah meter jumps to two.
Cut to Farrell's room, where Kellerman and Joyner are breaking it to the dying man and his wife that they're getting stiffed by a convicted murderer. Much tugging of heartstrings ensues. Mr. Farrell is, naturally, a family man, a "good" man, with three daughters. "Doesn't that count for something?" Mrs. Farrell asks. Joyner can't answer, and neither can Kellerman. Mrs. Farrell throws up her arms in disgust and seethes at her husband's bedside. Kellerman makes for the door, and starts to say that he's sorry. "Don't even!" Mrs. Farrell snarks. Kellerman looks hangdog.