Cut to Robin getting wheeled through a corridor on a gurney, as she tries futilely to make the orderly understand that she can't possibly be pregnant. Too absorbed in his headphones to pay attention, he assures her, "The doctors will tell you if you're pregnant."
Cut to a close-up of the manila envelope, stamped "time sensitive." Kellerman's up on the roof with it. He tears open the envelope, and we get to see that it contains papers asking for him to sign over sole custody of his son, Mac, to his ex-wife. The wind howls, and pensive music cues up, letting us know that this is a Dramatic Moment. Kellerman pulls a pen from his pocket, clicks it, and brings it to the paper. Where he stops. He tries again. And fails to connect pen to paper. He's Conflicted. Finally, he gives up, distracted from the task by his beeper. He snatches up the papers and dashes off.
Cut to Coones and Pangborn in the middle of their tour. Coones is expositing that Mission is a teaching hospital, since they likely wouldn't have mentioned that during her interview process. He gestures toward a wall of windows, through which we see Dalgety leading his group of students through some check-ups. Coones further exposits, "Dr. Robert Dalgety comes to us from the wonderful world of international conflict. He's only been here a couple of weeks. He's a general surgeon, a plug-and-patch guy --" "Perfect for an inner-city hospital," Pangborn interjects, reflecting on the mine she neatly sidestepped while exiting her cab earlier. Coones concurs and adds, "He's a loose cannon." His face grows wistful, "With a mysterious sexuality..." Only if you consider the use of vibrating devices a mystery, but hey, I suspect Coones is doing a little projecting here. Pangborn snaps her head sharply, as if unsure whether she hallucinated that last bit. Coones stares blissfully ahead, where Dalgety has just stepped into the hallway. Pangborn holds out her hand and introduces herself as the new director. "Ah, the amusement parrrk laday," Dalgety burrs. Pangborn's smile sticks for a second, but she recovers quickly. Until she glances at his lapel and asks, "Is that...[gulp]...blood?" Dalgety inspects the spot and declares that it is, in fact, breakfast. Pangborn's relief is palpable. Dalgety glances at his cuff and holds it up proudly. "Now that's blood," he declares. Pangborn looks in need a good long belch. She dashes off. A hospital director who's afraid of blood? That's some clever characterization, there. Dalgety stares after Pangborn, musing that it might be time for Frank to start looking for a new director. Frank tries hard not to look excited.