Dr. Amy Aquino, the thorn in Mark's side (and, therefore, my girlfriend), is pointing at an ultrasound image of a baby, and saying that everything looks fine. She adds that she's got a good angle if the (as yet unseen) mother wants to know the sex, and a voice says, "Sure." Dr. Amy says, "You are having a boy. Congratulations." The camera pans over to a super-tight close-up of Jing-Mei "Deb" Chen's face (the better to conceal the fact that Ming-Na is already very pregnant) as she says, "Thank you." Blood sugar. Anemic. Iron? Yes. Dr. Amy asks whether Chen has asked Weaver for time off after the baby's born. Chen says she hasn't, yet. Dr. Amy gently says, "You still have time," and Chen confesses, "Actually, I haven't told anyone yet." Dr. Amy says that she should, since she won't be able to keep the secret much longer. Chen agrees, without much enthusiasm. Shall we start a pool as to who the father could be? TV being what it is, I'm going to say that the only possible father is the only other Asian-American character on television: Father Ray Mukada from Oz.

Oh, Jeebus. Why won't someone close to Noah Wyle just tell him that he shouldn't grow facial hair, like, ever? He's at the clinic, shooting pool, and sporting a very unfortunate and embarrassing little half-assed Maynard G. Krebs beard with no moustache. Anyway, he exposits, "So what are you supposed to talk about in an exit interview, anyway?" John Doe (for it is he; Pooh said it was, and I said it wasn't, and I was wrong. I think he's lost weight; his neck looks thinner than it was in Boogie Nights) says you're supposed to say that you don't have all the answers, and Carter says, "No argument there." John Doe: Scared? Carter: Can't remember a time when I wasn't. John Doe: Good. Carter: That's it? John Doe: "We're like the Army, okay? We break you down, make you face your addiction, then we build you up. You start to function. You feel healthy, confident." Carter chalks his cue and mutters, "Don't worry. Pride is what got me into this." John Doe says, "Yeah..." and, with his back to John Doe, Carter snorts and rolls his eyes. John Doe continues, "And deep down you feel like this is something that just happened to you." Carter disagrees: "No, I took responsibility. I take responsibility. I'm going to get my life back. It's not going to beat me." John Doe decides that now is the time to make it all about John Doe: "Yeah. That's what I thought. The first three times. But I hope you do." Yeah, he's really lost weight. Anyway. He drops a card on the pool table (and who buys a pool table with puke-orange felt? It looks like a cheap guitar case) and tells Carter to call anytime, day or night, if he wants to talk. Carter snaps, "Are we done?" John Doe twelve-steps: "You're just getting started." Carter hoarsely says, "Is this where I'm supposed to say thank you?" John Doe says, "Some people do." Carter sticks out his hand and, without meeting John Doe's eye, murmurs, "Thank you." John Doe says, "You're welcome." John Doe, ladies and gentlemen! Meet him again for the first time.