Embarrassed, Abby and Carter twiddle their thumbs in the backseat of a squad car. Carter grabs his phone and dials. "What are you doing, ordering a pizza?" Abby cracks, but Carter doesn't appreciate the humor -- he's calling his lawyer. "They haven't charged us with anything," she sighs, exasperated at her humorless comrade. "What are they going to arrest us for? Aquatic mischief?" Carter shakes his head. "Hope you're this funny in handcuffs," he says. "I am," Abby counters. Just then, Carter peers out the back window and sees Luka arrive, hopping suavely from a black SUV, in slick dark clothes and sunglasses. Goran should totally kidnap Pierce Brosnan and gun for the James Bond franchise. Abby frets that Luka seems pretty pissed. "Think he'll press charges?" Carter wonders. "I don't know; we did kill his fish," she considers. "'We'?" Carter fires back. Abby watches Luka for a second and heaves, "Oh, he's really pissed."

Cheerfully, the cop sidles up to the open car door and informs Carter and Abby that Luka let them off the hook. Relieved, they get out of the patrol car, as Abby speculates as to whether she should say something to her ex. Scanning the street briefly, Abby decides, "Maybe tomorrow," and hightails it outta there with a smirking Carter trotting obediently in her wake. They're much cuter together than Abby and Luka, but only because the writers give her such bleak dialogue in scenes with her recent ex. It's so manipulative, and it ends up making her relationships with both men ring false.

Rachel pouts on a bench outside the hospital. Mark approaches her and tries to usher her to Jen's taxi. In what he imagines is a gesture both friendly and fatherly, Mark puts a hand on her shoulder and perfunctorily says, "I know growing up can be tough, but you can call me anytime." She snarls that she can't call if Jen revokes her phone privileges again. It occurs to me that never once has Mark asked Jen if all these wild allegations are true. The first thing out of my mouth would be, "You kicked her out and threw her clothes on the lawn, you insane Vulcan wench?" Rachel snottily insists things won't get any better with Jen, so Mark exhaustedly sits down and asks what she wants him to do for her. His spine drops out his trouser leg. Rachel finally plainly asks Mark to let her stay with him. "Your mom would miss you," he attempts. Strike one. "You'd miss your friends," he tries again. Strike two: "They're only a phone call away...I'll make new ones," she counters. Now he whips out the big gun. "What about school?" But when Rachel correctly notes that Chicago also has schools, Mark knows he's struck out and lost the game. "I just want to spend more time with you and Ella," Rachel implores sweetly, grabbing Mark's backbone and whipping him with it. "I've got a baby sister who doesn't even know me," she persists. "And Elizabeth is totally smart and cool. She's a great role model." For a budding bitch, yes. Mark completely buys into all this bullshit. "Are you serious about this?" he asks. "It's a big move." Rachel's eyes flutter for a second, then she affects a pathetic face and lies, "I miss you, Dad." Charmed, Mark agrees to talk to Jen. Sucker.