After the break, we join the Scarecrow in the parking lot, where she's so consumed with sparking up a butt that she doesn't notice an ambulance bearing down on her with lights flashing and sirens blaring. She jumps back just in time to avoid getting her stuffing knocked out. Dalgety moseys out and tells her that cigarettes will kill her. She laughs and says she bets he wears his seatbelt, too. Dalgety says he likes to maintain the illusion that he's got some control over how he's going to die. "Like wearing a helmet?" Scarecrow asks. Dalgety agrees. If we all agree to wear our helmets, too, can we please never hear about it again? Dalgety says he also doesn't eat red meat. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and says, "It's all bollocks anyway. Death rrrarrely gets us frrrom the dirrrection we'rre looking." He and the Scarecrow lean against a car bumper and philosophize about the unfairness of death and all that jazz. Dalgety changes the subject and asks what she's doing there. She says she couldn't afford a funeral, so the deadhead biker is still in the morgue, waiting for the county to take care of things. She says they're going to collect his body tomorrow. Dalgety is surprised to hear the guy's still there. She starts lamenting about how badly she treated him before he died, and says she wants to see him one last time to apologize. She begs, and Dalgety is putty in her grubby, nicotine-stained little hands.
Cut to Yang, finally getting off her feet in the on-call room. She stretches out on one of the bunk beds and clicks off the bedside lamp. Almost immediately, muffled voices and whispers creep up. Yang clicks the light on and cocks her head. She follows the sound, her footsteps echoing loudly in the empty hallway, until she reaches the shower room. She hears a woman crying and calls out, "Hello?" She steps toward the shower in the dim half-light, and peeks around the curtain. "Oh, my god!" she exclaims. The camera peeks around the curtain, too, and we see a woman crouched in the corner, clutching her belly and crying. Yang asks if she's okay. The woman shushes her, warning, "He'll hear you!" Yang, for some reason, finds a pair of dice much creepier than a darkened shower room with a sobbing woman bleeding into the drain, because she actually sticks around and asks who the woman is talking about. The woman begs her not to let him hurt her anymore. Yang asks who. A door to the left rattles, and the woman shrieks, "He's coming!" The door flies open and a guy wielding a surgical scalpel looms in the doorway. His eyes bulge in surprise at the sight of Yang, but he seems game to include one more in the fun and brandishes his blade at her. Yang screams. And screams. And then she screams some more. The maniac steps back and slams the door just as the lights come on and Fishlips and Posner rush in. They ask what's wrong. Yang spins around and finds the bloody woman gone. Feeling foolish, she says she thought she saw a rat.