When we come back from a whole commercial break of them staring at each other, Lily asks/states, "He's dead." Relieved to be talking about medicine instead of what a big lying liar he turned out to be, Ben agrees that it was respiratory failure but the blood can be kept fresh. Lily realizes that Ben knew about Roberto's chest injury even before the surgery, and they Sorkin back though the clinic to his office while she hurls accusations at him. "I told her what she needed to hear to get through surgery," he says. I still don't see why he couldn't have instead told her, "Here's your general anesthesia. Catch you later." Lily demands, "What do we tell her now? 'I'm sorry but your husband's dead and you and your baby both need his blood to survive?'" They both stand there looking miserable for a while, but Ben says that at least it's good that it happened this way, whatever the hell that means. Lily has a similar question, and he says, "The guy's brain-dead, all right? There's no gray area here, there's no hooking him up to a machine and hoping he recovers. She can move on with her life. Put it away." Huh, it's almost like he knows someone who's in the opposite situation, isn't it? He starts to head off to inform Sydney, but Lily, disgusted, insists on being the one to do it. "My patient, my call," she says, roughly pushing past him. Careful, he might take the patient back if you don't watch the attitude, Missy.
Plastics is dragging Roberto's corpse on a stretcher down the "road" that's actually just a narrow dirt lane cut through the bush, complaining the whole way. Working the ventilation bag, Clark reassures him that it's almost dawn (meaning that they've been going for quite a few hours since Roberto's 11:30 TOD) and there are only about ten miles left. Oh, is that all? At least they're probably going downhill. A car comes roaring around the bend, way too fast for the conditions, and they dive into the bush, bringing their dead guy along with them so he doesn't get killed again. Then Clark jumps out in front of the headlights, planting her feet and getting the car to stop just in time. Plastics looks even more relieved than Clark, because for a second there it looked like he was going to have two corpses to drag down the mountain.