The crushed construction worker is crashing. Dr. Dave suggests something and Benton says, "Let the doctors take it from here." Dr. Dave says that he is a doctor. The female paramedic drily remarks, "He only thinks he's a paramedic." Carter introduces him as "Dr. Malucci, first-year resident." Dr. Dave corrects him: "'Dr. Dave.'" Benton calls out more instructions, Dr. Dave makes the grievous error of saying, "Let's go," and Benton authoritatively says, "Hold on, Dr. Dave." Benton! Dr. Dave looks annoyed and mutters to Carter, "Who is this guy?" Carter says, "Surgical Trauma Fellow; call him Dr. Pete." Heh! Benton glances up at this with his patented Wither-Carter look. Benton finally tells the staff in the room to put the patient in traction and get him to the OR Dr. Dave says, "Is there an echo in here? Didn't I just say that?" Dude...Benton reaches his breaking point and barks, "All right, you -- get out of here." My sentiments exactly. Dr. Dave starts asking anyone who'll listen what he did wrong. Carter smiles the smile of a man who's glad someone else is the whipping boy for a change, and tries to hustle Dr. Dave out of there. Dr. Dave tries to make a stand by saying this is his and Carter's patient, and they're not leaving. The original paramedic tells him, "You wanna be a hero in the field? You gotta drop 'em at the door." Dr. Dave dismissively replies, "Shut up." Uh, that paramedic could break you in half, so just step off, Dr. Dave. He finally leaves. Moron. Unruffled, Benton asks Carol to bring him a new kit. Benton!
Out in the hall, the Great D.N.R. Debate rages on as Mr. Terruh says he's going to call his lawyer, and as a parting shot says to Mark, "I can't believe you did this." Mark is all The Defiant Bald One. Kerry asks what he's doing. He gives the ultra-egotist answer: "My job," and tells her it's not her problem. She says it is her problem: "I'm head of the department." Oh, are you? I hadn't heard that. This minute. Mark says, "In title only, remember? You said so yourself," and does the Greene stomp out of there.
In another part of the hall, the male paramedic is telling Dr. Dave that if he ever steals his gear again, he's going to kick his ass. Dr. Dave tries to defend his actions by saying that the paramedics were too slow, or some such. Weaver comes caning over. The female paramedic asks what if they had been in the field somewhere else and didn't have their equipment? Dr. Dave says it's in there in that guy's throat, so why doesn't she go rip it out? Oh, put it away -- no one's impressed by your tiny penis. God. Weaver tells them to break it up. The male paramedic starts to get in Dr. Dave's face and asks if he wants to take it outside. Dr. Dave says, "Yeah, I'll take it outside." Weaver very dismissively says, "Oh, come on. No one's taking anything anywhere," and tells the paramedics to get back to work. The male paramedic says, "What's the point? I've got doctors to do it for me," but before Weaver suggests they take it outside, he and his partner leave. Carter and Dr. Dave try to slink off, but Weaver calls them back, and tells them they were wrong to do what they did, because they are neither trained nor insured to work in the field, and they have patients in the hospital who could have coded while they were gone. She also reminds them that they could have been hit with three more traumas while Carter and Dr. Dave were out "playing paramedic." Dr. Dave quietly asks, "Were you?" Weaver gets the devil in her eyes and warns him, "Don't even start with me, Dr. Malucci. I'm only cutting you this much slack because you're new here. And you, Carter? You should know better. You are emergency residents, not paramedics. Is that understood?" They both look cowed, and don't answer. She yells, "Is that understood?" and they both nod. As she canes off, Carter mutters, "That was great, Dave." Oh, save it, cradle-robbee.