Jerry greets Neela and draws out of her that her parents are waiting across the street while she seeks Weaver. Nothing like job-hunting under the gun. Neela asks Carter if he's seen Weaver, and then pauses to ask how he's doing. "Nice to see you, Neela," Carter says pointedly.

Suddenly, a patient goes crazy. I know, I know, it's hard to imagine that sort of thing happening on ER, especially when there isn't some kind of prop du jour that's being showcased. Oh, wait, sorry, there is: a bedpan. As Carter walks over to calm her, the woman whirls and smacks him clean on the face with a bedpan, and he drops. And it's absolutely hilarious, but only because this woman is acting out my fantasy. I actually let out a cheer. So remember this, guys: if you find yourself somehow, inexplicably, without a handgun or a tank, a bedpan can be a nice substitute for your insane rampage. Carter tackles the woman as she screams, "I AM THE SOLUTION!" And she is. If she went around and took a bedpan to the heads of every cast member on this show, and a couple of the behind-the-scenes types as well, a few things might get fixed pronto. Then she'd get a t-shirt that says "The last competent crazy in Chicago."

Neela asks for a moment with Weaver and tells her she quit her internship. But Weaver already knows; it seems the Michigan department head called to see if they'd noticed any psychiatric problems in Neela during her time there. "I lied," Weaver says. What? Aside from claustrophobia, what is she talking about? Or did she say that yes, she did see mental instability in Neela? I'm confused. Neela blubbers that she didn't want to be in Michigan and she isn't even sure she wants to be a doctor...but could Weaver give her a job? The look on Weaver's face is as if Neela just declared herself a reformed cannibal and begged for a job in a butcher shop. Neela begs for any kind of job until she refocuses. "But you don't want to be a doctor," Weaver says slowly. She gets into the elevator and shakes her head tiredly and in what I feel is deliberate obtuseness. Neela insists that she'll do anything -- stock shelves or be a candy striper -- but Weaver just tells her to go back to Michigan before it's too late. I'm pretty sure it already is; I don't know many people who would keep a position open that long on the off-chance that the person decides that being a dermatologist is not, in fact, as enjoyable as peeling off her own skin layer by layer. Although I guess that would mean she could treat herself.