Ew, Burned Woman's liver appears to be sitting outside her body, but it might just be my sickened imagination. Anspaugh shows up to take her to the OR. "Looks like I'm eating cold turkey tonight," he sighs. Sam jolts upright and panics when she learns that it's 5 PM, and that she's two hours late getting home to Alex. Then she grabs a rescue worker and asks for some bolt cutters. "You're lucky, Mr. Garland," Luka smiles at Judy. "Your burns are only minor." Judy wails, "I liked it better downstairs. I only had pneumonia downstairs." Sam bites back a smirk and looks at Luka with something less than her usual distaste.

Olaf, sadly, is a goner. They have to wait to tell his wife, because she's in surgery herself. Weaver asks Pratt what the vascular surgeon said, and Pratt says that no one ever came. Weaver's about to rip him a new one, but Pratt smugly shows off that whatever alternative procedure he devised has apparently worked. Paralysis? Gone. We should put Pratt in pill form...oh wait, we have: cyanide capsules. Weaver swallows hard her urge to yell, and ends up just flouncing away.