In the hall, Benton asks, "How old?" "She's thirteen," Carter replies. "She's got a pain in her lower left quadrant and she's not pregnant?" Benton confirms. Carter says that's the case. Benton snaps the chart shut and heads in to check her out himself.
Back in the room, Benton introduces himself to the patient -- who he, thank God, calls by her name, Miss Murphy -- and asks how long it's been since her last period. She doesn't know. Benton asks her to think back, and tell him roughly how long it's been. Miss Murphy thinks for a moment, and then says it was after Christmas. Benton surmises that it's been a few months. Miss Murphy supposes so: "I haven't really paid attention." Benton volleys, "And you've had sexual intercourse." Carter stares her down. Miss Murphy looks down, and then rolls her eyes and reluctantly admits, "Yes." Carter's eyes widen in betrayal. I know, Carter: it's tough when people you don't know even a tiny bit lie to your face. Especially a teenager, when they're normally the soul of honesty and rectitude. Benton glares at Carter that she has an ectopic pregnancy, and that Miss Murphy needs to be scheduled for ultrasound and surgery right away. Benton smacks the chart at him and leaves, while Carter stares at Miss Murphy, waiting for an apology. She does not give him one.
In the cafeteria, a doctor sleeps with his head on a table, and Susan and Mark have coffee. She asks, "How'd it go?" Mark exposits, "Well, you've been to Harris's office -- you know what it's like. It's like a nightclub or something!" If that's what he thinks nightclubs are like, he needs to get out more. Susan asks whether Harris offered Mark a job; Mark says he did, adding, "But I don't know....It doesn't seem like real medicine to me." Oh, why -- because it's fancy, you get paid well, and the perks fucking rule? I think it's possible to be a doctor without being a big ugly martyr about it, dicksmack. Though if it's martyring ye be after, I'd be happy to stone you myself. Susan asks what the problem is, then, and Mark says she knows. "Jennifer?" Susan guesses. Mark says that Jennifer is the problem. Duh, I'll say. Susan tells Mark that he can't live his life the way other people want him to. Well, actually, sometimes in a marriage you do have to compromise and do things you don't really want to for the greater good. Besides which, what Jen wants him to do is take a job with a kick-ass salary that will allow him more free time with the family, for whose sake he's supposed to be working at all. Yeah, Jen's the devil. I mean, it doesn't change the fact that she's generally kind of a bitch that she happens to be right in this case. Also, shut up, Susan. Mark, take the job and get off this show. Anyway, Mark agrees that Susan is right, even though she's not. Susan adds, "Especially a lawyer." Mark defensively says that Jen isn't a lawyer yet. Susan says he knows what she means: "It's gotta be your life." Mark whines, "It is, it's just...she just keeps talking about how she never sees me anymore." Susan chuckles, "Well, she probably never does. I never see Paul." Mark says he thought Susan and Paul broke up. Susan evasively says, "Well, we did, but...you know." Mark shakes his head and drawls, "Yeaaah." She's saying their friends who fuck, Mark, geez. Go to a "nightclub" sometime. Mark's pager goes off; he checks it and gets up, groaning. He ambles over to the phone and picks it up. Whatever it is is bad news, and he says, "Yeah, yeah, right away." He tells Susan they've got to go. She's all, "What?" but he doesn't say what the deal is.