Dr. Joyner is trying to convince Yang that her screw-up did not cost Mr. Lin his life. She assures Yang that a couple of hours on heparin may or may not have made a difference. Joyner tells Yang, "You know it has to be done. Let it go." Yang waffles that it's not her decision; it's Mrs. Lin's. Joyner says that's exactly right, but it's Yang's responsibility to tell her the cold hard facts about her husband's chances. She orders Yang to keep her personal feelings out of it. She walks away and has to pass through a security check. She's surprised and visibly disappointed to see that Levi is a security guard. Joyner looks disconcerted as he waves his little wand thing over her rather suggestively. Apparently, he needs to check behind her ears for concealed weapons. Handing back her clipboard, Levi says, "See you around?" Joyner doesn't sound half as excited at the prospect as you might expect.
Kellerman and Pangborn are giving the monk the lowdown on the Rinpoche. He takes it like a Buddhist. As Kellerman and Pangborn stand to leave, he tells them, "It's not your fault. You mustn't blame yourselves if he dies." Kellerman points out that he's the man's doctor. "Yes, but it may be that it's his karma not to live another day," the monk says. "Well, maybe," Kellerman counters. "But it's my karma to make sure he doesn't die." The monk nods as if this actually makes sense.
Back in the OR, Kellerman learns that the Rinpoche's heart is leaking from every suture line. At peace with his karma or whatever, Kellerman takes it in stride, saying, "All right. We'll patch it up with pericardium, dry up the bleeders, and get this case over with. As Gary Gilmore said --" "'Let's do it,'" the team intones without enthusiasm. Kellerman chides them and tells them to try it again. They muster more excitement, and Kellerman snaps his fingers as a sign for Que Paso to crank up the stereo. How can they not succeed?
At 3:47 PM, the monk finds Yang looking sadly through the glass wall of Mr. Lin's room. "It is hard to watch others suffer," the monk says softly. Yang says, "I feel so bad for him." The monk inclines his head toward Mrs. Lin and says that he meant her. He backs away with a wise smile. He's pretty smug for a pee-drinker. thing you know, Yang is in the room. Mrs. Lin tearfully says she doesn't understand; Yang said her husband would recover. Yang breaks it to her that they think Mr. Lin's lungs are too weak. Mrs. Lin asks what she should do. Sad piano fills the lull while Yang tries to force the words out. Finally, she tells Mrs. Lin to let her husband go. Yang looks like she's about to cry.
Meanwhile, the Y.O.D.A.'s found his way to the pharmacy, where a chipper young thing is more than happy to fill his prescription for forty Vicodin. Trying to sound nonchalant, the Y.O.D.A. asks how long it will take. She assures him it'll only be a minute. What the hell kind of pharmacy is this?