Susan appears in the hallway and comments that Weaver's assistant has been rude about finding time for Susan to see her. Of course Weaver has a rude assistant. I don't think anybody could put up with her if he or she didn't have ice in the veins. Susan tells Weaver that she wants the ER Chief job, which surprises Weaver because Susan has turned it down once already. "That was pre-baby," she says. "Turns out I like kids better when they're not sucking the life force out of me." And when they're not your own. I don't remember her sister's kid grieving her too much; I'd be affronted at this disregard for history, but with this crew, we'd be lucky if TPTB remembers that Susan has a sister in the first place. Susan tells Weaver that Chuck is fine with being a stay-at-home dad as long as they can make up for the lost income. Yeah, I bet he's fine with it -- he watched a MedEvac chopper blow up mid-air. If one of my colleagues was killed by an exploding iMac, I'd consider giving it all up, too. Weaver offers her a two-year contract for a grand more per week. Wait, Chuck only made fifty-two thousand a year? I know he was a flight nurse and not a doctor, but man, you'd have to pay me more than that to do a job that required that much flying and nursing. Susan takes the deal instantly, which is too bad for Weaver because if she'd read my recaps, she'd know that she should've reoffered the slightly cheaper three-thousand dollars per month rate she extended to Susan last time. But, the deal is done, Susan emerged a winner, and Weaver immediately hands Weaver a bunch of tedious paperwork and a clogged-toilet issue in the ER. Susan is flummoxed.

Abby's team of medics is hanging out on the Warner Bros. "Chicago sidewalk" set, tending to two girls who were placed there and then artfully arranged at tragic angles. I won't suspend my disbelief here because the scene is a little disturbing when not taken for what it is: fake. We see a woman screaming, "He tried to kill my babies," and we recognize them all from the cold open: the manically screaming mother and her scared kids. Abby tends to a little girl named Kali while Manic Mom wails, "Oh, God, why did you let this happen?" Well, clearly, he had a bet with St. Peter on whether they'd bounce when they hit the pavement. Poor old God. Always getting the blame. Apparently the omnipotent aren't allowed to have trouble multitasking. Poor Kali has a puddle of blood underneath her. "Are you an angel?" she says woozily as she looks up at Abby's face. "An angel gonna take me to heaven?" Abby blinks, remembering with discomfort that she hasn't seen her halo since she tried to use it as a coaster on her last bender.