Weaver stalks up to her mugger, who takes one look at her, pales, and tries to escape. Security chases him, but just as he heads for the doors, Weaver's Cane of Justice hits the auto-close button and he runs smack into them. As he collapses, she shoots him a satisfied, pissy look. He ain't pretty no more.
Carter locates a tense Abby. "Is she manic?" Abby asks tersely. "She's upset," he says. "She's blonde," Abby says with distaste. "So are you," Carter replies. Ha. HA. And, sweet mother of the Jebus child, please can this be the turning point in her Season Nine hair woes. Carter points out that it's only been a day since the plane crash, meaning that Maggie can't have regressed in such a short time. Abby begs to differ, because she pretty much knows everything. She wrote the book on bipolar disease. She called it Nobody Knows The Trouble I Seen, and she wants Christina Ricci to play her in the movie. Carter throws up his hands at her negativism. "Then make your own assessment," he sighs. "Can't you deal with her?" Abby half-whines, half-wheedles. Brat. His help was never good enough before, but now she feels totally entitled to it. Abby needs to stop riding the gondola up The Grand Canal of Anus long enough to realize how inconsistent and inconsiderate she's being. Carter, to his credit, does remind Abby that Maggie is her mother, not his, because if it were his mother, they'd be dusting frost off their noses and burning Pratt for warmth. Carter dares to suggest that Maggie might be able to help. He doesn't say how. Help Abby cope? Help find Eric? Help find the real killer?
Jana starts freaking out, so Carter and Abby go to her. Jared's pulse is gone and his machines are rocking out to the "I Lost My Heart On A Bad TV Show" Blues. Jana kisses Jared's dying face, sobbing.
Patrick's mother -- who we'll call Frances in honor of Frances McDormand, one of the only watchable parts of Almost Famous -- is stunned to learn that her son's chemo didn't help the cancer at all. Susan notes that some cancers are wee little waifs, and some are big brutes that don't go away with radiation. Frances can't figure out why the oncologist made him endure all that for nothing. "He said 20%," Patrick points out. Frances is startled to hear him so resigned and calm. She stands up and demands all the requisite meds to keep Patrick comfortable. "I would like to take him home," she announces. Patrick points out that his white count is up, and reckons that he can beat the pneumonia. Frances blinks. Susan tries to slow them all down. Frances whines about the pain and the nausea and the vomiting, while Patrick adopts a steely expression and whispers firmly, "I can take it." Frances coos, "I know you can -- you've been so brave." Patrick basically figures he has no choice but to fight.