Elsewhere in this purgatory of B-plot lust, Fish Lips emerges from an elevator for her clandestine assignation with Snickers. Long story short, Snickers begs off because he's married. The passionless putzes do, however, leave open the door for future illicit violations of Snickers's marital vows. Whatever. Meanwhile, Joyner daydreams in Kellerman's office. Believing he's been smashed into thousands of tiny Kellerman bits on the side of a mountain, she gazes wistfully at the framed self-portrait on his desk, missing her Korean dinner date with Hot Levi in the process. Downstairs, Hot Levi sighs and exits the hospital.
The Halfway House Of My Despair. Our Intrepid Heroes stitch up Sheepish Latino's wound with a bit of twine, and book with the remaining blue-and-white cooler. Out on the highway, they engage in a bit of gallows-humor banter regarding pancreatic anastomoses. Killer mentions his failed marriage. Again. For the fourth time this episode. Wee Willie, gradually realizing that reaching Las Vegas in time for the transplant is an impossibility, thanks Kellerman for his above-and-beyond-the-call actions that day. Obligingly enough, no sooner has Wee Willie done this than the rust-bucket sedan overheats and shuts down, spewing clouds of steam into the arid landscape. Killer and Willie bitch and moan their collective way into the commercial break.