Chen rages that Carter discharged her patient. "Weaver took her from me," seethes Chen. "She gave her to you!" Carter shrugs that maybe Weaver thought Chen was overloaded. "More like incompetent," she mourns. Carter can barely contain his amusement -- did The Baby Blah Bling Blee bring them together in vain? He giggles that Chen is the Chief Resident, the chosen one. "Yeah, by default," she grouses.
An older woman lies unconscious in her hospital bed. Her husband reminisces to Mark and Elizabeth that he met his wife when they were both kids. "Now she can't feed or dress herself, and she doesn't recognize me," he chokes. "What happens if you don't operate?" Mark, sensing this man's spirit is breaking, decides to crush it swiftly: "Her appendix will burst and she'll develop a life-threatening infection." Elizabeth takes the softer approach, for perhaps the first time ever. "She doesn't have to die, Mr. Tanzi," she says quietly. "It's a fixable condition." Tanzi wonders whether his wife wants to be fixed. He doesn't want her to suffer, and should probably just let her go. "Can you do that?" he implores them. Mark promises that they can. He's adept at killing patients. Elizabeth glares harder at him than ever before, and that's saying rather a lot.
"Are you not at least going to try convincing him?" Elizabeth utters, dumbfounded, after she and Mark exit Mrs. Tanzi's room. Mark shrugs that the husband has durable power of attorney and is of sane mind, so thus it's his decision and they should respect that. Rachel sprints over in tears and screams that she called Jen, and Jen freaked out. "I told you, all she cares about is her stupid job! She sent me to summer school and I swear I'm adopted!" Rachel rants. She curses her mother as a bitch and announces that she hates her. Mark should be startled, but instead digests this like it's a minor tantrum over a boy and a pimple. This is already boring. Obviously, she's staying in Chicago. But, we have to wait for the resolution, because Weaver charges past and orders Haleh to prep a trauma room for a patient coming in via ambulance.
Outside, Weaver sees one parked ambulance and asks the loitering medics where her patient is. "104 is bringing her in," a guy says. Weaver, anxious to unblock the ambulance bay, yanks open the vehicle's back doors. There, fucking frantically, are Malucci and Frosty, jingling their bells and laughing all the way. Weaver angrily slams the door, disgusted for a second at the mighty penis's foul act. Then she purses her lips, takes on an almost mischievously satisfied expression, and opens the doors again. Malucci indignantly turns around and shouts, "Chief!" but what he really means is, "Five more seconds!" Weaver looks at him evenly and calmly says, "You're fired." Dave flips. "I'm on my break!" he protests, not pulling out but not pumping either. Frosty pokes her head out. "I'm between calls," she offers helpfully. Weaver spits for Malucci to go home after moving the damn rig.
Apparently, a commercial break has done nothing to calm Weaver's fury. She erases Malucci's name from the assignment board as he, refusing to accept a firing, tries to haggle. But she won't settle for suspension, a written apology, exotic silks and spices, or a sturdy hardworking ox, so Dr. Dave has nothing else to offer. Weaver orders him to clean out his locker, and flounces away. "What?" he seethes at a curious Chen, then whirls around and rewrites his name next to all his patients. Chen would press the issue, but Frosty appears and notifies her that The Baby That Brought Malucci and Frosty Together needs checking.