Dalgety and Kellerman and my very active imagination are rudely interrupted as the shower curtain is ripped aside. Startled, they spin and find Pangborn standing there. She pulls up a cooler or something, arranges herself calmly on it, and smugly informs them that, since they couldn't make the meeting, she figured she'd come down and sexually harass them. I mean, "go over the points with them." The new camera angle afforded by Pangborn's appearance distracts me from resenting her and the writers' obvious contempt for our intelligence. The camera is set just behind Pangborn's head, and to either side of her cursed silhouette, we have a much better view of wet torso. I say another silent "thank you" for the pause button, and throw one in for big-screen TVs while I'm at it. Dalgety thanks Pangborn for going to such trouble. Kellerman manages to look abashed for about 2.2 seconds before asking, "Did you bring any snacks?" Pangborn could probably pull off the stern look she attempts if she wasn't so busy loving him. Too bad Sars is at the front of that line, bitch.
This week there's an opening montage. That means more chances to see Fichtner and Hannah without pesky plot lines or clumsy dialogue getting in the way. I like it.
After commercials, we find Yang picking her way through the maze of cables and cameras that's sprawled across the lawns and sidewalks outside the hospital. She asks a passing security guard what's going on. He tells her, and adds, "Could be your big day, doc." Thor walks up behind them and says, "It's her big day all right." Falling into step beside Yang, he asks whether she's brought her stethoscope, index cards, and other assorted new-doctor crap. Yang pats various pockets nervously, affirming that she's got all the required stuff. Thor's glad to hear it. Snapping his gum, he tells her to "dump 'em all." He holds up a handful of take-out menus, informing Yang that they're all she'll need. Yang looks dubious that knowing what Dinner For Two is at the House of Chueng will be enough to get her through her rounds. Thor assures her that the menus somehow equal survival and strides off, snapping his gum and wrapping his cloak of mystery (okay, so it's a Levi's jean jacket) more tightly around himself. Yang, by the way, is sporting a kicky new haircut that's a marked improvement over the Sears-mannequin hair she was cursed with last week. It's good to see that our young Maggie, after her exhausting, "inspiring" fake-autopsy escapades with Kellerman and Dalgety, which happened yesterday in MDs time, still found time to squeeze in a stop at Supercuts.
Meanwhile, the shoot is already causing chaos inside the hospital. Coones complains to Pangborn that the film crew's trucks are blocking the entrance. She orders him to get some "greeters" by the front door. If people can't get to the doors in the first place, I'm not sure how this will help. Maybe Pangborn has a secret soft-spot for Wal-Mart. Pangborn spots the director -- I can tell he's a Hollywood type by the way his sunglasses are perched on his head -- talking with the aviator-glasses guy from the staff meeting. The director is informing the doc, who's acting as the technical consultant, that he wants it "real." Dr. Tech holds up a baggie of guts that seems to satisfy the director's needs. The director turns his attention to Pangborn, whom he kissy-kisses hello. She informs him that his trucks are blocking the entrance. He apologizes, saying that he'll get them out of the way just as soon as they get all their equipment unloaded. He asks if there is somewhere they can store it. She suggests a "housekeeping lockup on the third floor." Pangborn smiles and asks how everything is going. The director enthuses that it's great, saying that he shoots his other doctor show on a soundstage, and this setting just doesn't compare. He insists that he wants this new show to be "different." Pangborn asks what he's calling it. "O.R.," he answers. Wah-wah. Pangborn fights the urge to smirk. I fight the urge to rewind to the shower scene.