Pangborn comes across Coones huddled on a bench in the hallway. "Frank?" she asks. He pulls the blonde, bobbed wig as far across his face as he can. The cop eyes Pangborn and then Coones. "Lady's talkin' to you," he observes. He should make detective no problem. Coones forces himself to look up at Pangborn. Seeing his black eye, she asks if he's okay. The cop explains that Coones got into a fight with a couple of college boys over a parking space. Pangborn takes a seat to Coones and asks why no one told her that he was there. He ducks his head and whispers that he didn't give anyone his name. The cop snags Minoshe on his way past and asks, "When are you going to see this pretty lady so we can get out of here?" Minoshe snaps that they're getting to her. Pangborn watches Coones's mortification over the exchange and whispers, "Wait fifteen minutes, then ask to go to the bathroom." She takes off, and Coones asks the cop what time it is.
In the OR, the baby's in trouble. So's the mother. Kellerman scrambles to work on the mother and declares, "We've got to get this baby out now." Type-A asks if he's crazy, and points out that the woman is too unstable. Kellerman snaps, "I'll worry about her, you worry about the baby." Type-A decides that now is as good a time as any for a tantrum. She throws down her clipboard and storms out, telling Kellerman, "You are on your own. I am outta here!" Kellerman asks Whiner to take over for a minute, and chases after Type-A. Out in the scrub room, he tells her they can do it. She paces agitatedly, insisting that the baby is already dead. He tells her that if she won't perform the c-section, he'll find someone else. "Like hell!" she snarks. Dalgety, with suspiciously perfect timing, pops into the scrub room. Kellerman asks if he's ever performed a c-section. Of course he has. "Last chance," Kellerman tells Type-A. "I will have your head on a platter" is her reply. Kellerman takes that as a "no." When she sees that he's serious about doing it without her, she stamps her foot and cries, "No! No! It's my patient and my butt on the line!" Which explains why she's standing in the scrub room threatening to take her toys and go home. She declares that they're going to lose both the mother and the baby, and she will not be a part of it. "Fine," Kellerman says as she stalks out.
After commercials, fifteen minutes appear to have passed. We find Coones tentatively looking around the washroom while the cop removes his handcuffs. A toilet flushes, and Minoshe emerges from the stall. "This is the men's," he points out to the cop on his way out. I wonder what he's so high and mighty about, considering he leaves without washing his hands. The cop tells Coones that he's got five minutes, and steps outside. "Shelly?" he whispers. Pangborn, disguised in scrubs, pops her head above the wall of a stall. She yanks Coones in and slams the door shut.
A minute later, presto-change-o, Coones has swapped his sequins for scrubs, and Pangborn is swabbing at his face with make-up remover. She assures him that it doesn't matter that he likes to "camp it up" on Halloween. She insists that "it's no big deal." He tells her to "come on," and says that it's hard enough getting the doctors to respect them and what they do without him being seen in drag. He can't imagine what they'd say about him behind his back. "It can't be any worse than what they say behind mine, right?" Pangborn asks. "Oh, you don't want to know," Coones answers. They laugh, and Pangborn returns to swabbing the shadow off Coones's eyelid. He takes her arm and looks her squarely in the eye. "Thank you. Thank you very much," he says. She smiles and tells him that he's welcome. I bet he feels bad now for pasting that money shot of her all over the hospital.