Little David calls out for his father. "I fell off the top bunk," he whimpers. Luka promises to take care of him, and sends him away to a room with Chuny. Jerry hands Luka the kid's x-rays, and Luka cursees softly. "Is DCFS still around?" he asks. Suddenly, David's father, Mr. Scott, appears in search of his son. Luka regards him with deep skepticism. "He has a broken wrist and he hit his head," he intones. "He gets hurt all the time," sighs Mr. Scott. "More and more since his Mom left." Luka coughs that the x-rays reveal older, more suspicious injuries. "He doesn't pay attention," shrugs Mr. Scott. Then, he realizes what Luka's implying. "Are you suggesting that I hurt my own son?" Luka snarls, "Do you?" Mr. Scott deeply resents this accusation, especially because, hello, the kid got hurt when only the babysitter was home. Does Luka think Mr. Scott climbed through the upstairs window just for the privilege of cracking his son's head and getting away with it? Points for effort, Luka, but...wuh?

Susan and Pratt counsel Doug about his mother -- evidently, the antibiotics still might not improve her chances. Adele is there, too, explaining that she's present to try and determine what's best for the moppets. She asks Doug point-blank if he's a good choice to be their guardian. "Probably not," he says, flustered. His eyes are teary. "So I should find someplace else for them to stay?" Adele presses. Pratt snaps. "Wait, you're not trying to keep them together?" he asks, bewildered. Adele leans back in her wheelchair, staring at Pratt with unmasked irritation. "Is this coming from you?" Pratt spits at Susan, who sighs that Doug clearly agrees that foster care is a better and safer option for Rachel and Marten. Pratt shouts that he knows foster care means the kids might get separated. Adele stresses that they try their hardest to make sure that won't happen. To Doug, Pratt says, "Know what that means? They're going to get split up." Pause. This is where Susan interrupts and tells Pratt to piss off. "Their mom's dying, and they're gonna be separated," Pratt continues. Pause. No, this must be where Susan grabs Pratt by the collar and screams at him to stop putting pressure on the punk. "Living with strangers!" Pratt yells. Wait -- do I see Susan dragging him out of the room by the ear? No? How can that be? "Is that what you want?" Pratt finishes, sheathed in a lovely dress knit together from the strands of his self-righteous anger. Susan sets the dress on fire and locks Pratt in a closet. Seriously, I know she's showing a remarkable lack of faith in Doug, which may or may not be justified, but she's not being nearly as aggressive as Pratt is. It's kind of inappropriate to rail on Doug the way he is -- Pratt should accept it if Doug's not ready to shoulder the load.