ER (1994–2009): Season 9, Episode 13 - No Good Deed Goes Unpunished - full transcript

Previously on ER.

Just you please
slow down!

Look out!

You need structure
and stability.

Let go.

Someone you can rely on
and trust.

That's not you anymore, okay?

Syphilis is not a word
the voters love to hear.

Any way we can keep it
out of my medical record?

The alderman--
did we ever get his labs back?

They're negative.



He could have
untreated syphilis.

He's fine.
Let it go.

CARTER:
Looks like

you could use some new
equipment around here.

What's this?
White, liberal guilt?

Probably.

No, thanks.

He survived

a nine-millimeter
bullet to the brain.

His IQ dropped
about 40 points.

What were you doing with
Dukey and those boys?

Did they just hurt you?

Yo, Biz, let me talk to you
for a minute.

Stay away from him.
You understand that?



WOMAN:
He tried climbing a giant ficus
in our living room.

Sit back.

Ooh!

No biting. Bad monkey.

His psychiatrist says

that letting Zavery
act out his impulses

allows him to better
express himself.

Is he on any
medication?

Oh, he has
an asthma inhaler,

but he hasn't been using that
the last couple of days.

not since he entered
his simian role-playing phase.

Dr. Lewis, could you
help me with this?

Six-foot fall, possible
corneal abrasion.

Uh, yeah,
put him in Exam Two.

I'll be there in a minute.

How you doing, Aidan?

You know the opening goes
in the back, right?

Right.

Oh, you're a wrestler.

Yeah.

Seems to be
working for you.

Thanks.

What do you do?

I'm a doctor.

No, I mean,
to stay in shape.

Oh. I, uh, I do these.

Bicep curls.

Mm-hmm.

How much?

Sometimes I can lift

a whole pitcher
of margaritas.

Bastards.

It's from the
cigarettes, isn't it?

Probably.

The biopsy reveals
small cell carcinoma.

The x rays show
metastatic spread.

I need you to write me up
a full disclosure

so I can file a lawsuit
against tobacco companies.

Mr. Carmichael,
you've been smoking cigarettes

since you were a teenager.

So?

So you might take some
responsibility for that.

Instead of looking
for someone else to blame,

you should be concentrating
on how to manage your disease,

make the most out of the time
you have left.

I get it.

This is just the HMOs
and big business

covering each other's asses.

Well, screw you, pal.

I'll see you in court.

No, you won't.

( coughing ):
Oh, yeah?

You don't think I
won't sue you, too?

You're not going
to live that long.

What was that all about?

Stupidity.

On whose part,
his or yours?

What is it
with this country?

Nobody takes responsibility
for anything.

Always looking for someone else
to blame, someone to sue.

You don't like it,
go back to Croatia.

Not near as many lawyers.

Lot more land mines, though.

22-year-old female, head injury.
BP: 90/60; pulse: 110.

What's her name?

Brenda Walton.

Weaver!

Hey, don't
start, Robert.

I got a full...

Who knew you were
such a conniving,

manipulative seductress?

Well, I did, actually,

but you have out-Weavered
yourself this time.

What are you
talking about?

We were just allotted
$2.4 million in new funding.

What?

Yeah, you remember
Alderman Bright?

He was in here
a couple of weeks ago,

and somehow your
team of miscreants

managed to not kill him.

I know, I am as surprised
as you are.

Well, he must have been
impressed with County.

Yeah, either that
or the prostate massage.

In any case, he's coming
by this afternoon with a...

What are you
talking about?

...a camera crew
for a photo-op,

so make sure you broom
all these degenerates

before he gets here, okay?

Hey, these patients
are precisely why

we're getting this funding.

Don't ruin this for me.

( exhaling )

Open up, G, open up!

Use your key.

I don't have it.
Come on! It's an emergency.

All right, all right.

G!

Stop pounding.

Stop pounding!

What?

Get your doctor stuff!

Biz hurt. He's hurt bad!

What happened to him?

I got shot, man.

Who shot him?

I don't know!
It happened so fast!

Fix him up, G!
Like you fixed me.

I can't.
He has a chest wound.

I have to get him
to the hospital.

I need to call 9-1-1.

No hospitals, man.
They're going to be
looking for me.

Who? The police?

What the hell happened, Leon?

It was an accident!

We were going to take
some beers and stuff

from the liquor store.

This was a robbery?

But the security
guard showed up

and people just
started shooting!

Listen to me, go inside
and close the door.

Do not come out.

Do not look out the window.

Anybody comes by,
don't answer the door.

You understand me? Leon!

That's what I like to see:
med students hitting the books.

What are you reading?

Uh, Tintinalli--
acute abdominal pain.

Tintinalli?

Read Zachary Cope's early
diagnosis of the acute abdomen.

He wrote it 80 years ago

and nothing has changed.

( clicks tongue ):
Damn it.

You, uh, you okay, sir?

Yeah, yeah.

No, I got it.

I got it.

All right, I'll, uh

I'll get housekeeping
to mop it up.

Please just get it off!

We will.
Just try and relax, Brenda.

Okay, let's start with ten
of morphine and a gram of Ancef.

She was demonstrating
the cruelty of fur trapping

at the university.

Good thing you didn't
try to chew it off.

Is that a joke?

Do you know how many animals
suffer needless, painful deaths

every year in the name
of the fur trade?

Will you help me open this?

Sure.

Thanks.

So... what's it
going to be, huh?

Chechnya or the Congo?

Oh, um...

still thinking about it.

Thinking about what?

Carter's going away

with Alliance de
Medicine Internacionale.

Really?

Uh... something I'm thinking
about doing for the spring.

Oh, he's going.

I've done it three times

and it makes
what we do here

look like...
I don't know.

Okay, got this?

Yeah, thanks.

( metallic clank )

I'll be right back.

I've been doing PT every day
since I came out of surgery.

Recovery ebbs and flows.

Patience and attitude
can be just as important

during rehab as ...

Look, don't give me
any of that crap.

I'm losing what
little strength I had,

and sensory function
is nonexistent.

What do you want,
Robert?

Your limb was severed.

Hey, I'm not some
poor schmuck

who's worried about how's
he's going to be able

to hold his beer can while
he whacks away watching TV.

I want my arm back.

It's a miracle
of modern medicine

that you have what you do.

Chechnya?

Yeah, we talked about this.

No, we didn't.

Yeah, remember
that time that I said

I thought I'd like
to practice medicine abroad?

Yeah.

Well...

I thought you meant
Paris or something.

Well, they desperately
need doctors.

So do we.

What's that stink?

Dr. Lewis got hit
with flying feces.
Ah.

You know, I find a clipboard
is a good shield

for projectile body fluids.

Thanks for the tip
and for the sweater.

Abby, can you set
up a Wood's lamp

for my monkey boy's
corneal abrasion?

He still armed and dangerous?

I think
he's out of ammo.

Hey, Dr. Carter,
your doctor friend's in triage.

McNulty?

Yeah, he must've
wandered in.

He seems altered.

Doreen Brant, 32, took a header
down a flight of stairs.

Abby, can you give this to Luka?
I have to change.

Sure, Curtain Three.

BP: 124/72; pulse: 96.

MAN:
Is he here?

Who?

Sutter. One of our guys was shot
during a robbery attempt.

They said they were
bringing him here.

Frank?

Got a shooting
victim en route,

but nobody said
he was a cop.

Maybe they were bringing
him in a squad car.

Can you check dispatch?

Sure, I'm on it.

ROMANO:
Who summoned
a surgical consult?

You're here for a consult?

No, I heard Weaver
was teaching a
Jazzercise class

out in the Ambulance Bay.

Okay, okay, I didn't know
you were doing this again.

You don't have
to jump all over me.

Don't even.

Wouldn't think of it.

Aidan Fenwick,
this is Dr. Romano.

Aidan developed a gluteal
abscess on his right buttock.

Aha.

Oh! I'll say.

You been using steroids?

I was.

He stopped.
Not soon enough.

If you enjoy
having testicles
bigger than raisins,

I'd suggest you don't start
using again.

I was going to drain
it hit here,

but I could feel a deep
perirectal component.

Oh, we all know what a pain in
the ass that can be. Good call.

Aidan, your infection
has spread up along
your rectum,

so we're going to be taking you
up to the OR.

I need surgery?

We can't do it here.

Do you want me
to get Corday?

Nope, I got this.

Who's going to do
the actual surgery?

I will be supervising
one of my residents.

Hey, you, give me a hand.

Yeah, that's what
I was worried about.

Officer Jason Sutter, 39.

BP's holding at 100/74
after two liters.

How many times
was he hit?

Two entry wounds
that I could see.

I heard four shots,
felt two hits.

.22, .25 caliber.

Hurts like hell
all the way down my leg.

Pulse is regular at 106.

Gave him eight of MS.

Any pain in your chest
or head?

No. Somebody call Jenny.

You can call yourself
in a few minutes.

Hang in there, Hoss.

Okay, Susan, page Corday.

Okay.

CARTER:
Mental status?

He's oriented times two.

Dr. McNulty?

Hey, Mac, you know
where you are?

I got patients.

He might be in DKA.

Let's bolus a liter of saline,
CBC, chem 7, serum ketones, UA.

He's got a pulse of 130,
BP: 90/60.

Hey, Mac, have
you been vomiting?

Do you have a fever?

Just a cold.

Dr. Carter, we have another
hot GSW rolling in.

Be right there.

Accu check is over 400.
Damn it!

You have to stop jumping around,
Zavery. Zavery!

Where's mom?

She had to make
a phone call.

Yeah, to the adoption
agency if she's smart.

Proparacaine drops are in.

Zavery,

would you please come out now?

Forget it.

I can't use
the gorilla-scope

if you won't come out.

LOCKHART:
Oh, right.

We'll have to bring it back
to the zoo.

Zavery, can you lie still
while we look in your eye?

( grunting )

Okay.

Okay.

I'm going to put some yellow
banana medicine in your eye...

see if you scratched it.

Okay, now blink your eye.

All right.

No corneal abrasions.

No signs of scratching.

Susan?

What?

Your sweater.

Oh, my God.

Is that semen?

This isn't my sweater.

Oh, gross.

22-year-old
African American male,

gunshot wound
to the left chest.

Parasternal GSW to the third
left intercostal space.

Tubed for agonal resps.
What are you doing
with this?

I found him.

Where?

What difference
does it make?

I'm being a
good Samaritan.

You got a problem
with that?

Pulse is up to 110
with two liters.

He needs a chest tube.

This guy
a friend of yours?

We're not all related,
you know.

He's tachy at 120.

Let's type and cross

for four units and get two
units of O-neg going.

All right,
sterile gloves.

Prep the left side.

I need a thoraseal
with a cell saver.

Pulse ox 95 on 100%.

Pupils are four millimeters
and reactive.

What's his name?

I don't know.
Cops got his wallet.

Biz Cummins.

Biz, can you hear me?

What's with all
the boys in blue?

Cop got shot. Might've been
this guy right here.

Neck veins are flat,
no signs of tamponade.

KOVAC:
I'll do the line--
seven and a half.

CORDAY:
I've got two criticals
coming up.

I'm going to need someone
from vascular surgery.

Did you get a good look
at the guy who shot you, Sutter?

There were three of them.

I don't know
who pulled the trigger.

How long is that going to take?

No, no, that's unacceptable.

Someone take this bloody phone.

What about the guy next door?

Hey, Doc, can you
move for a second?

PRATT:
Can't you see I'm busy

trying to save this guy?

He might have shot this officer.

He's not going anywhere. Dori?

No, but his other
two buddies are
still on the loose.

Blood in the pericolic
gutters and Morrison's.

Let's pack him up.

No DP pulse.

Does your
leg tingle?

Yeah, like it's asleep.

Liter up.

First hemacue 12.

What's this?

Metal fragments.

He either embolized
a bullet fragment,

or the hematoma's compressing
the artery.

Either way, the clock's ticking.

KOVAC:
Okay, line's in.

Let's hook up
the blood.

CARTER:
Let's run the O-neg

through the central line
when I'm done.

Okay, there's one OR free,

and one
anesthesiologist.

My police officer is
borderline hypotensive.

I need to take him up.

What's the output like?

Pretty brisk.

500cc's and counting.

He could have
a massive
hemothorax.

He needs surgery.
Whoa, we're not there yet.

Oh, no? What are
the indications

for immediate
thoracotomy
in the OR?

1,200cc's immediate output.

This guy's at 900,
but he's

slowing down.
You're not thinking

of taking up this lowlife
first, are you?

CARTER:
It's all about who's
in the worst shape

medically, sir.

The guy in there is a cop.

It's going to be 30 minutes
before another OR's ready.

Well, can you
keep transfusing

and just give me
five minutes?

You've got three.

Oh silk
and opsite.

First unit in.

500 hanging from
the cell saver.

It's slowing down.

How much?

A little above 920.

( alarms stop )

Pressure's up
to 110 systolic.

All right, good.

He clotted off the bleeder.

I'll tell them
to send up the cop.

Hold on.

950cc's, and that's it for now.
Come on, Carter.

You need to keep an eye
on his pressure

and an eye
on the chest tube output.

BP's 118/78;
heart rate's 92.

This guy's rock stable.

All right, if there's
another 1,000cc's

in the next two
hours, he goes up.

DORI:
Pressure's dropping--
96/74.

Our guy's good;
take this one up.

Thank you, Dr. Pratt.

You heard him. Let's roll.

When's he going to be able
to answer some questions?

I'll let you know.

( sighs )

( sighs )

I keep feeling like
I'm going to puke.

Is there any chance
you could be pregnant?

I don't even talk to
guys unless I have to.

Helen is complaining

of intermittent
right-sided abdominal pain.

She has no fever
and a loss of appetite.

Okay.

I think it's a tumor.

I doubt it.

Are you going
to say anything?

What am I
supposed to say?

It's got to be
something else.

Really? What else
do you know of

that luminesces
under a Wood's lamp?

Oh, it's just
so wrong.

Okay, take a
deep breath.

Ow.

Do you have any history
of gallstones?

Parents? Aunts? Uncles?

No.

Can I die from gallstones?

No.

Okay, let's get LFTs

and a right upper
quadrant ultrasound
for gallstones.

You know, the real question is,
who does it belong to?

Pratt?

Oh...

Frank?
Ew!

Jerry?
Ooh, stop it!

You're creeping
me out.

This guy reeks.

Oh, the copper and Clorox aroma

of a vigorous
mixed bacterial infection.

Smells like surgery.

Come on, Jensen,
and get in there

and break up those loculations.

If you didn't have to dig,

I would've let
those ER stooges do it.

Irrigation.

Oh, little bleeder
there. Bovie.

Where?

Just at the inferior
edge of the piriformis.

Uh, up on the bovie.
More suction.

No, no, no, no!

Not up on the bovie.

Vascular clamp and 3-0 silk.

Pressure: 110/70.

Alcock's canal?
Inferior gluteal artery?

Ever heard of those?

I'm having a hard
time locating...

Stick-tie that thing
before the guy bleeds to death.

All right, give me that.

( alarm sounding )
Turn that thing off.

Hold that up.

All right, now more

that... back this way.

More. Ow, ow!

Stop.

Do you want me
to get Corday?

No.

Dr. Romano...
No!

( alarm continues )
Did you page vascular?

Twice. Dr. Dorset
said he's on his way.

Who?

The new guy.

Laps. Pack around the mesentery.

( alarm continues )

Oh, damn.

Tachy at 110.

Another vascular clamp.

SMA repair looks good.

It's nice of you
to finally join us, Dr. Dorset.

This gentleman has a bullet
fragment in the femoral artery.

He's going to need a graft
or a bypass.

You're in for a long night.

Really?

Well, they call
me "Fast Eddie"
for a reason--

several in fact.

Ten blade, please.

Stand by with
a number four
French catheter

bulbs, and have
a 3cc heparinized
saline ready.

You're going
to do a Fogarty embolectomy?

Clamp.

Well, I prefer to call it

the "Dorset Bulletectomy."

Heparin flush.

There's no back flow.

It's totally occluded.

Yup. Fogarty.

Okay, give me a hand here.

Excuse me?
Remove the wire.

Oh.

Got it.

( humming )

Hey, somebody's glad to see me.

Clamp off.

Feeding

the catheter.

Pressure and
pulse are steady.

Give me your hand.

Excuse me?
Your hand.

Now...

he's got healthy
interior walls.

I mean, any
resistance you feel

against that balloon
is the wall itself.

Do you feel that right...

right... there?

Yeah.

Okay, remember it.

Any harder,
and you can rupture the wall.

It'll feel hard,

and then suddenly,
the balloon

will inflate
too easily

meaning you blew
through the wall.

Right.

Okay.
Bowel fine.

He's a lucky man.

Nothing in my hand

nothing up my sleeve, and...

( metallic clink )

TRAN:
Good popliteal pulse.

His leg's pinking up.

Thank you. Thank
you very much.

I'll be here
all week,

and don't forget
to tip your waitress.

GALLANT:
You look good.

HARKINS:
I feel better.

Okay, it's official.

Thanks.

Hey, Gallant,
could you help Dr. Chen

with the thoracentesis
on Mr. Atkins?

Okay.
Good luck.

Thanks.

Thoracentesis, huh?

Shaw's, 8:00?

I'll be there.

All right.
Thanks.

Hey.

Hey.

Feeling better?

Compared to the last time
you saw me, yeah.

Yeah, I was
going to...

Actually,
I need your signature.

Um, resident review.

Yeah, sure.

So, what's next?

I mean, your
next rotation?

Um, pediatrics.

Okay, thanks.

Hey, Erin...

You know what?
I really have to get going.

I-I know.
I just...

I never got a chance
to talk to you.

I was in the hospital
for three weeks.

I'm sorry.

I was having
a bad time.

I never meant
to hurt you.

Then you should
have slowed down.

Leon, pick up the phone.

I need to talk to you.
It's me.

Don't worry...

I'll call you back.

What's the word
on Officer Sutter?

Last I heard,
he was still in surgery.

The guy you brought in--
did he have a gun on him?

I don't know.

So, what? You
just found this
guy in the street?

Yeah.

Did you see anybody else
with him?

No.
Did you hear
gunshots?

No.

Hey, Pratt, your boy's
losing his pressure, man.

What's in the thoraseal?

950cc's,
just like it was.

Well, he's got
to be bleeding
from somewhere.

Maybe it's
the belly.

I can't get pressure
with the dynamap.

I'll go get Carter.

Get two more units
on the infuser.

So, when are
you leaving me?

What?

When are you planning
on running off to the jungle?

Oh. Well...

I haven't
really decided

if that's something
I'm going to do yet.

Really? Luka made it
sound like you had.

Luka's a big advocate
of the program.

You thought it was cool
when he went.

Yeah, Luka went home
to his own country,

and he didn't
have a girlfriend

asking him not to go.

You could come with me.

Like I don't have enough drama
in my life already.

Well, well, well.

If it ain't the Ken and Barbie
of the medical world.

You look better.

I am better.

Hello, beautiful.

Hello.

His blood sugar level was
over 600, but his serum ketones

levels were negative.

Well, I could have
told you that.

Type II diabetics
don't get ketoacidosis.

Oh, it was a hypersmolar coma.

You needed insulin
and IV fluids,

both of which
could have been avoided

if you had taken
your medication as directed.

I gave it to a
patient of mine.

He couldn't
afford his own.

Carter... Pratt needs you.

You should have paged me.

Get ultrasound
in here.

When did he crash?

Just now.
Nothing out
the chest.

I'm guessing
the bullet
tracked down

to the belly.

From the third
intercostal space?

Milk it.
What?

Pressure's only 50 palp.

Clots.

When there's no drainage,
you milk the chest tube.

( alarm sounds )

Okay, he's in V-tach.

Starting
compressions.

Charge to 200.

PRATT:
At least another liter
in there.

And clear.

V fib.

Thoracotomy tray.

Let's go. Splash the chest.
Pratt!

Get the rib
spreader ready.

All right, come on, Pratt!

What the hell are
you doing here, Leon?

I wanted to see you.

What are you doing to him?

CARTER:
He got shot.
Statinsky.

Get those internal
paddles ready.

Leon, you shouldn't be here.

Get him out of here.

I really need
to talk to you, G.

Could you put him
in the suture room?

What for?

He's here for a wound check,

and make sure
you put him in a gown.

Is-Is he going to die, G?

Just shut the hell up,

and get out of here! Go!

Okay, we are clamped.

Start pumping.

He needs more blood.

How many units?

Four units.
His heart is empty.

Charge to 30. Clear.

MALIK:
Still in V fib.

Another amp of epi.

30 again.

How long has he been down?

35 minutes.

Clear.

MALIK:
Asystole.

You ready
to call this?

CARTER:
We could
try more epi.

I don't think so.

He's young.

He's been
down too long.

Call it.

Time of death: 14:45.
( removing gloves )

Is his family here?

I don't know.

LEON:
Everything worked out?

PRATT:
He didn't make it, man.

He died.
Oh, no!

He's dead.
( blubbering )

( Leon sobbing and blubbering )

ROMANO:
You move any slower, Jensen,

this guy's going to heal
before we can sew him up.

Giving one of your
inspirational speeches, Robert?

Elizabeth.

I thought you were doing
an arterial caval shunt.

Another lap to me.

I take it he died.

On the contrary--
I'm finished.

The patient's in recovery.

I heard you were having
some difficulty, though.

You were misinformed.

Apparently.

I didn't realize you were
back on surgical rotation.

Just assisting Jensen.

Ah.

So, uh,

how are we
doing, Jensen?

Fine, thank you.

Good hemostasis, no leak.

The posterior femoral
cutaneous nerve

runs right next
to the artery.

It's easy to cut both.

And the head bone's connected
to the what again?

Would you like me to scrub in?

To check?

No.

It would be such a shame

for this young man to
come in for an abscess

and go home with a drop foot

because of a severed
sciatic nerve.

You're right, you know,
and look.

I just figured out a way

you can help me--
leave.

Labs are back.

This is Sydney's
friend, Fiona.

What did she take?

She didn't.

Tox screen is
negative for
everything.

Did you find any
pill fragments?
No.

ABBY:
Looks like, uh,

nuts.

And cherries, maybe.

I smell chocolate.

Her boyfriend cheated on her,

and she went on
a banana split spree.

So you called 9-1-1?

I didn't. She did.

She wanted to get
her stomach pumped.

She must have ate
like 50,000 calories.

Sometimes she binges and purges.

Sometimes?
She's lost her gag reflex

from sticking her finger
down her throat so many times.

LEWIS:
Luka, obviously,

she has an
eating disorder.

No, I'll tell you what
an eating disorder is.

It's when a mother hasn't eaten
in six days because

she's giving what little food
she has to her three children.

She just cost
the hospital $3,000

and for what?

So she doesn't put on a pound?

LEWIS:
Luka...

It's cheaper than liposuction.

CARTER:
Did you know him?

Was he a friend
of yours?

What are you doing in here?

Came to check on Leon.

Couldn't find his chart.

I'm working on it.

Need any help?

No.

I don't mind.

He seems kind of
shaken up about Biz.

That was your
friend's name,
right? Biz?

Could you excuse us, please?

This is between me
and my patient.

Yeah.

Why don't you come find
me when you are done.

( door opening, closing )

Did you tell him
you know Biz?

No.

I don't know. Maybe.

If I did, it
was an accident.

An accident?

It's always an accident
with you, isn't it, Leon?

I'm telling you the truth, G.

You told me it was
a security guard that shot him.

It wasn't a security guard.
It was a cop.

I didn't get a good look.

It happened really fast.

Did you have a gun?
It was Biz's idea.

Did you shoot at the police?

I don't know.

I don't... maybe.

I don't remember, G.

Everybody just
started shooting.

( sobbing ):
I-I'm sorry, G.

Please, I don't want to go
to jail.

Don't let them
put me in jail, G!

I-I'm sorry, G.

I don't want
to go to jail.

I'm going to go out
on a limb here

and guess that you're
having a bad day.

I'm tired
of treating patients

who think ice cream
is an emergency.

I'm just tired of it.

I think maybe you
should talk to him.

He seems a
little depressed.

He's European.
That's his baseline.

And besides,
I'm still mad at him

for putting that adventure
doctor idea into Carter's head.

CORDAY:
Mr. Hennessey
in Exam One can go home.

Oh, thanks.

How's the cop?

Good. He's going
to be fine.

So, this is where
you hide out.

Hi, Dr. Corday,
right?

Dr. Dorset?

Yes.

Is there something wrong

with Mr. Sutter?
No one paged me...

No, no, no.
H-He's, he's fine.

I was just wondering if, um,

you wanted to grab some coffee
or something?

CORDAY:
Um...

I appreciate the offer,

but to be honest,

I'm swamped...

at the moment, so...
Right.

Uh, perhaps
some other time.

I'm going to hold you to that.

I like coffee.
( Abby chuckling )

He's cute.

Was I rude?

No.
No.

( sighs )

Look, the problem is
that, um, you know,

I go home half
expecting Mark

to be playing with
Ella in the backyard.

It's been... a long time
since I...

you know, talked to another man.

I think I overreacted.

It was only coffee.

I think Mark would

want you to get on
with your life.

I also think if a
good-looking guy

is interested in you,

and you're not interested
in him,

the least you can do
is introduce me.

Hmm.

Thank you.

I'm not kidding.
( both chuckling )

Mrs. Hughes?

Where you going?

Huh? Let's get you
back this way, okay?

Now, there's
supposed to be...

BRIGHT:
Looks like you've got
your hands full.

Hi.

Hello.

John Bright.

Uh, she has Alzheimer's.

Oh, poor thing.

Mrs. Hughes, let's get you
back in your bed, okay?

Your daughter will be
here in just a minute.

Could you please...?

( sighs )

Uh, I guess I owe you
a very big thank you.

You provide
an invaluable service.

It's the least I could do.

I just hope that we
earned the allocation

based on our merit as
a health care provider

for the community.

Had I not been brought here,
Dr. Weaver,

I probably
would not have pushed

for County to get
the additional funding.

Did you give me
special treatment?

Well, I...

Of course you did.

From what I've seen,
you give everyone

who comes through these doors
special treatment.

And that kind of dedication
deserves to be rewarded.

Oh...

Oh, uh, sorry.

Got to go.

Somebody dropped this off
for you.

Made me promise to give it
to you personally.

I'm thinking
nude blackmail photos?

Not again.

Is this because of McNulty?

What?

You leaving,
going to a foreign land

to bring medicine
to the natives?

No, I-I mean it.

'Cause he lives in the back
of a free clinic,

you don't do enough?

I don't know. Maybe that's
got something to do with it.

I don't know why you didn't
talk to me about this.

I'm not going
anywhere right now.

You talked
to Luka about it.

And even if I was,
it's for two weeks.

Yeah, and some of these places
are really dangerous.

I thought you
forgot about me.

You need to go back
on insulin.

Oh, no.
Oh, yes.

30 NPH in the morning,

15 in the evening,
same as before.

I need you need to check
your sugars four times a day.

( laughing )

I'd be lucky to find
four times during
the week to do that.

Maybe you can hire
an assistant.

Or find the time
to remind yourself.

What's this?

A check.

I can see that.

But I can't take it.

Why not?

Well, for one thing,
it's got too many zeroes.

Get some new equipment.

Hire a nurse.

Hire a physician's assistant.

I'm not going to have to name
the place after you, am I?

No.

Although "The Carter
Family Clinic"

does have kind of
a nice ring to it.

Thank you, John.

You're welcome.

How'd you like

to come work for me,
beautiful?

Do you have a dental plan?

WEAVER:
No, I'm not giving you
any time off.

I have sick days.

Are you kidding?

You're lucky you
still have a job.

I need time
to sort things out.

Yeah, I agree.

And you need to do it
on your own time.

Wait...

Hey,
where are you going?

Dr. Kovac, can I
get a little help?
No.

Steven Rafferty,
65 with chest pain,

partially relieved
by nitro.

Get a 12 lead and titrate
ten of morphine, go.

Sir, can you tell me
on a scale of one to ten

what your
pain level is?

Luka!

He seems pissed.

Been out here
almost two hours.

I figured you couldn't

go that long
without a cigarette.

What are you doing here?

Thank you.

Sure you don't want
something to eat?

I'm fine, thanks.

Good, I need the gas money.

How's Carter?

He's good.

I like him.

Me, too.

It was the disease.

I was scared.

I was afraid that I was
going to end up like Mom.

I didn't want you
to see me like that.

Like Maggie.

I never meant to hurt you.

If it wasn't for you,
I don't know where I'd be.

It wasn't your fault.
You couldn't help it.

It's just....

You protected me for so long,

I felt like
I'd let you down.

That's not true.

That could never be true.

I just wish, sometimes,
I was eight years old again,

'cause even when
things got bad,

and they got bad,

I knew you'd always be there.

And I always will be.

Yeah, but no one's
ever there for you.

And, uh,
I turned my back on you,

after everything
that you did for me,

and for Mom.

And that was a really
crappy thing to do.

And I'm sorry.

You don't have to apologize.

I do.

I want to.

I love you, Abby.

You deserve a better family.

( chuckling )

And I just wanted you
to know that...

I'm okay.

Unfortunately,

I had to get, um, bad
before I got better.

It's not over, you know.

Yeah, I know.

Want to see a picture
of my new girlfriend?

Sure.

What do you think?

It's a plane.

Yeah, I bought it.

Sold, uh, my car, my bike,
just about everything.

Um, I'm going to run

hunting and fishing
charters in Wisconsin.

You're going to be a bush pilot.

( chuckling )

Pretty cool, huh?

It's probably
just a mild virus

that will go away
on its own.

I'm going to send off,
uh, some more bloodwork,

so you'll need to follow up
with your family doctor, okay?

Hey, Susan.
You up for dinner?

No, I'm going home

and I'm going to take
a three-hour bath.

Oh, come on, you can
do that after dinner.

I know this
great new Thai place.

Hmm... oh, Jing-Mei,
thank you.

Oh, sure.

( sighing )

So?

Um, I was using
the Wood's lamp today,

uh, when I was
wearing your sweater,

and some stuff
showed up on it.

Like what?

Well, there were just some
stains on your sweater.

I mean, it's none
of my business,

I thought you might

just want to get it
dry cleaned.

It was club soda.

What?

Yeah, Susan.

I opened up a can this morning
and it sprayed all over me.

That's why I had to take off
the sweater, to let it dry.

Oh.

Oh.

Club soda.

Yeah.

Soda water glows under
black lights, remember?

Good.

I just thought...
I don't know.

What, what's
your thought?

That, um,
I'm this ER slut

with spunk all
over her sweater?

No, no, Jing-Mei...

( sighing )

Somebody
claim that body?

No.

I heard the cop's
going to be okay.

Good.

Pratt.

What do you want from me?

I just want to help you.

Or, at least, prevent you

from getting yourself
into trouble.

I'm not in trouble.

What about Leon?

I don't know.

He seemed
pretty scared today.

Yeah.

He's a scared little kid.

Except he's not
a little kid.

He's 27, and he was
probably involved

in a robbery
that left a cop shot

and somebody else dead.

I think the cops

are probably going
to blame this on Biz.

If Leon went away
for a while,

I doubt anybody
would go looking for him.

You know what?

I try to keep him
out of trouble,

but he wants to have his own
friends, he wants to be cool.

And they talk him
into doing stuff.

I can't watch him
every minute of the day.

I can't.

You ought to learn
to let go.

Stop blaming yourself.

Tell Leon
I said good-bye.

Gallant.

I need you to do me a favor.

What do you say we go
out to dinner tonight?

Someplace nice?

At least for me.

I can't.

Eric's picking me up.

Eric, your brother?

Mm-hmm.

He's here.

And he's on his meds.

He's picking you up
to do what?

Um, he's taking me
to see his airplane.

He bought an airplane.

Yes.

Want me to go with you?

No.

I think it will be okay.

He seems really,
really good.

Are you going to go
flying with him?

No.

I'm supportive,
not stupid.

I have to go by
McNulty's clinic anyway.

He forgot his prescriptions.

So I'll just call you
after that?

Okay.

Good luck.
Thanks.

Don't go flying
with him.

Don't go to Chechnya.

What are you doing?

Your resident asked
for a curbside.

And?

There's an area
of sensory loss

on the posterior aspect
of the thigh.

Jensen bagged the posterior
femoral cutaneous.

But there's
no foot drop.

The sciatic, tibial, and
peroneal are completely intact,

although he'll probably be left
with some numbness in his thigh.

I guess he got lucky then.

Yes, he did.

Where's Jensen?

He said he was going up
to the roof.

To get a patient?

To jump.

Here you go.

Got some, uh, snacks
for you for the trip.

How far
is Baltimore?

Ah, you should get there
tomorrow night.

Really?

Yeah.

That's cool.

So, uh, you've got the phone
number for Greg's Aunt Rose?

Yup.

Let's go ahead and get you
on the bus then, now.

What about Greg?

Well, uh, he's going
to call you in a few days.

He's not coming?

No, Leon, listen to me.

You're supposed to go visit

his Aunt Rose
for a while, okay?

Yeah, right, but is he going
to at least say good-bye?

Look, uh, he's working

at the hospital.

( sobbing ):
He's mad at me.

No, no, Leon look.

He's just, he's just
really busy, man.

He's just really busy.

He sent me away
because I messed up.

No...
I'm so stupid!

Leon, Leon, that
is not true, okay?

I need to talk to him.

Okay, look, Leon,
you got to get on that bus.

I don't want to do this.

Leon, listen to me.

You have to get on that bus.

All right,
come on then.

Come on.

Come on.

You have a good trip, okay?

Be safe.

Don't do it, Jensen!

My car's down there.

Your patient's
going to be fine.

The leg should be
fully functional.

There was nerve damage.

Yeah, but it was minimal.

Hey, you'll do better next time.

You're right.

Because I won't go
into surgery with you.

( helicopter whirring overhead )

( knocking )

Hey, Dr. McNulty!

You in there?

Hey...

( knocking )

Dr. McNulty?

Mac, you in there?
It's John.

Is there a problem here, sir?

No, no, I'm an ER doctor
from County.

One of my patients lives here.

I, I think he might be

in a little bit
of trouble, actually.

Well, did you try calling him?

Yeah, and nobody's answering.

He's kind of a stubborn old guy

and I treated him
today with insulin,

and I'm worried that
if he didn't eat any dinner

he might be in a coma
from low blood sugar.

Okay, you want me
to call an ambulance?

I just need to get inside.

( banging )

CARTER:
Hey, Mac.

Doesn't look like
he's here, sir.

This is his clinic.

This has been his clinic
for 20 years.

He lives back there.

I been working this
beat since '95, sir.

That clinic was only
here a few weeks.

It used to be, uh,
a Christian bookstore

and a tanning parlor
before that, so...

I was here three days ago.

Well, these clinics,
they come and go.

Some are legit,
but lots aren't.

Was that guy even
a real doctor?

I don't know.

( chuckling )