Sky copter in flight. Afternoon delight. Ante's on the MedEvac with Chuck and Luka, and he's going into arrest. He can't breathe. Chuck wants to intubate, but Luka doesn't think he can get a good enough angle to do it properly. Chuck -- perhaps in the interest of defending both his professional skills and his manhood -- proceeds to execute a perfect intubation while explaining that you have to "get low, like having sex in a Volkswagen." Luka shrugs. He doesn't bang in anything that doesn't double as an advertisement for the size of his...tongue-depressor.
In the OR, Elizabeth scrubs in as a man wheels in a machine. "And you are?" she asks. "Echocardiologist," he says. "Kovac promised me Cubs tickets." Hee. Dorsett appears behind Elizabeth with a big ol' smile on his face. "This is a pleasant surprise," he says, pretending he didn't know she'd be there. "I didn't realize Dr. Kovac recruited you," she says, pretending she didn't know he'd be there. Clearly, these two need to get it on, and fast, and possibly with utensils.
On the helipad, Gordana and a team of extras wait for the MedEvac to land. Luka and Chuck wheel Ante out of the copter, but they have to stop because his heart does. There's a bit that's longer than it needs to be about getting his pulse back, and of course it does come back, because Luka's arc of redemption doesn't include a dying Croatian child.
They rush Ante inside and down to the OR, where Luka explains that he's intubated because of a pulmonary edema. Gordana leaves to scrub in. "It's all right, Luka, we have it," Elizabeth says gently. He looks up at her, worried and sad, and meets her calm and comforting stare. Luka whispers to Ante that he'll be okay now. Ante can't do anything but move his eyes, so he shifts them in such a way as to look grateful; he's already in this instant out-acted Chesty La Rue, whose technique involves the patented bend-and-dangle and little else. Luka looks up at Elizabeth, his eyes full of emotion, and she nods at him kindly. Swallowing and exhaling hard, Luka leaves.
Chuck and Susan stroll along the street at night. He has apparently gotten over the stress of rescuing Ante and moved straight into date mode. "It was a good gig, being married to you," Chuck says. "All in all, I have no complaints." He offers her a letter of recommendation, should she need it. "My résumé speaks for itself," Susan giggles. "Is that split move you do a special skill?" Chuck asks. Susan giggles again. They do a lot of laughing together. It's gotten to the point where all I look forward to are the Susan and Chuck scenes. Awkwardly, Susan suggests that annulling the marriage doesn't mean they should stop seeing each other. "I hear divorcées have the best sex," she offers. Chuck has a roommate, though, so they head off to...wait for it...a bench in Lincoln Park. Yep, nothing but the best for this lady. If they get married again, I have an empty cardboard box and some Styrofoam peanuts she can borrow for the honeymoon.