The Three Stooges, er, I mean Doctors Weiss, Williams and Jackson, are back for a little veiled homoeroticism as they come again to admire Reon King. Jackson reads the chart like a pro, giving special emphasis to "good urine," as if it's a French delicacy. Turner looks proud. The parents are back, and now they're just happy to have a son who's alive. The girlfriend comes back and this time Reon is happy to see her. "I love you and I'm gonna stand by you," she says. Um, bad choice of words. Reon says to thank Dr. Jackson. Dr. Jackson yells from the hallway, "He likes me, he likes me!" Turner leaves. Jackson leaves. Next scene.

In the lounge, Turner greets Dr. Price. It's late at night. Turner says he had an "amazing" day. Things went well with Reon. Jackson wants to be a surgeon. And the hospital has inspired everybody. "We're lucky folks," Turner says, and then whispers into the camera, "please renew us." They walk into the hall where Turner has abandoned his usual Kufi hat for a pink Kangol. Price asks what happened with O'Malley. It would be funny if she asked did the doughy O'Malley come down with a yeast infection, but I admit, it's too easy. Turner says it was an accidental overdose and they let him loose. Price tells Turner about the infamous "shoe incident." "What's up with that?" she asks. "I don't know," he says. The elevator doors close, somebody wheels a patient down the hall, and we end.

Wait. This is a season finale. No cliffhanger? No dramatic ending? Oh, man. This show is in trouble.

And that's it. A season of City of Angels. We've laughed. We've tried to cry, honestly. We have admired the spectral glow that is Ron Harris. And I think I can honestly say, upon reflection, and after having watched all these episodes, that I'm gonna go back and watch that Salma Hayek commercial again. See ya.