Sam and Jess make the drive to the bike show, talking to pass the time.
“She just seems sketchy as hell to me.” Sam says about Pamela.
Jess, who doesn't understand this at all, asks, “Why?”
Sam reasons, “This is a person who's made a living telling patients to stop being a negative Nancy when they're in the hospital.”
But Jess isn't having it, “Pamela would never tell someone to stop being a negative Nancy.”
Sam goes on, “And it seems to me she's hiding something.”
Jess allows that, but she also says, “But maybe it's not what you're thinking.”
Sam argues, “Maybe it's exactly what I'm thinking.”
Jess, fed up with this whole conversation, tells Sam, “You know, you're really being a whiny bitch.”
Sam definitely wasn't expecting that, so he repeats, “I'm a whiny bitch? Why would you call me that of all things?”
Jess moves on, “You know something, Sam, you just really need to learn to trust people more. You'd be surprised.”
But Sam's still stuck on the fact that Jess insulted him, “I still can't believe you just called me a bitch. The only person who's called me that is my brother.”
Jess laughs, “Behind your back or to your face?”
They both have a laugh at that, but then they're where the bike show is set up, so they park the car right outside, Sam asking,
“So this is a bike show. So how are we supposed to find him?”
Jess is way ahead of Sam, “Called ahead. He's just finished showing off one of his own bikes.”
Sam, uncomfortable with this, asks, “Uh, he's not covered in grease...is he?”
It's surprisingly not hard to track Pamela's ex husband down. He's kneeling right by his bike, giving it some extra shine. Jess makes the first move, alerting him to their presence.
“Mr. Turner?” and taps him on the shoulder.
When Mr. Turner turns and sees them in their scrubs and lab coats, he immediately knows why they're here.
“So. Managed to track me down after all.”
Jess agrees, “Yes. We're from Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center, and we're just here to ask you some questions about a patient of ours.”
Mr. Turner goes right into it, “So I hear that poor little cunt from Kansas tried to off herself.”
Here, Sam speaks up, “Actually, that's what we're trying to prove she DIDN'T do.”
Jess asks, “Do you have any reason to believe she would?”
Mr. Turner thinks about it before responding, “Well, I wasn't married to her that long. But that cute redhead nurse tells me she can be quite stuck up.”
This interests Sam, so he asks, “Now did this nurse mention anything to you about the relationship between her and her patients?”
Mr. Turner responds, “Well, she did say that they were...very thankful.”, which leaves no room for interpretation. “I guess it still wasn't enough for Pamela.”
Sam's not sure what he could mean by that, so he asks, “What makes you say that?”
Mr. Turner says, “Didn't you see her newest patient?” Waggling his eyebrows.
As they walk back to the car, Jess jumps right into it, “He's lying!”
Sam argues, “And you're 100 positive?”
Jess mentions, “Did you not see that awful stubble on his shaved head?”
They're back at the car and getting in before Sam responds,
“So? Now you discriminate against shaved heads?”
Jess says, “Why not? As a blonde I have my fair share of discrimination.”
It's night time by the time they get back to the school, and Sam's the one talking,
“Being a blonde is actually pretty powerful in the right circles. You have more stuff in your corner than you think. And I would love to see the day where you channel it towards something amazing.”
They stop close to Jess’ dorm, so Jess says, “Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow.”, and gets out.
But before Jess walks away, Sam calls out,
“Hey!”
Jess stops to turn, “Yes?”
Sam asks, “How would I do as a blonde?”
Jess scrutinizes him for a moment before saying, “Hm...I don't think you can pull it off.”
Then Sam finally drives off after bidding each other goodnight.
Jess starts walking towards her dorm when she walks past Garth attempting to flirt with two other girls who apparently actually don't go here.
“So, I gave you a call last night.”
One of the girls groans, “Ugh, I know.”
Garth tries to be friendly, “I was thinking maybe we could go on a date sometime!”
But neither girl is interested, “Hell no. You're a geek.”
As the girls laugh, Garth plays the only card he thinks he has, “I'm in...med school.”
The girl pipes up, “No way in hell would I ever go out with you. The fact that you're asking shows how clueless you are. I'm hot, you're not.”
Jess has heard enough, and before she knows what she's doing, she's marching right over to where Garth and the girls are, and says,
“Excuse me.” To the girls as she walks up into Garth's face and slaps him, before she demands,
“Why the hell didn't you call me?”
Garth, completely clueless, “Huh?”
Jess plows on, “We have the best night ever and then you ghost me?”
“I…” Garth has no idea what to go here, but with the two girls looking on, he plays along, “I'm... sorry?”
Jess snaps, “You're sorry? You break my heart, give me the best time I've ever had here and just drop me on my ass, and you're sorry?”
Poor Garth has no idea what's going on here, but he still tries to play along, “Uh...yes?”
Jess says, “Well screw you. I've spent way too much time crying over you.” And marches off, smile on her face.
She knows her plan works when she hears, now a few feet away,
“So when did you want to have that date?”
