Elizabeth steps off the elevator and into the hall, where Dr. De Raad is writing on a chart. She asks him if he saw her patient; he says she's what he's writing about. Elizabeth thanks him, and he warns her, "Don't thank me yet." He hands her the chart, and explains, "I'm removing the psych hold." Elizabeth tells him he must be crazy, and that Claire is starving herself to death. De Raad says she may be, but that he can't compel her to stay against her will: "She has a job, she's not delusional, and she's not an immediate threat to herself or anybody else." Dumbfounded, Elizabeth exclaims, "She could go into kidney failure, arrhythmia -- what does it take for her to get treatment?" "Her consent," says De Raad simply, adding, "Lots of people do bad things to themselves -- they smoke, they drink, they eat fatty foods, and they drive without seatbelts, but we don't lock them up." Angrily, Elizabeth says, "So we're supposed to stand by and do nothing?" "Claire has the right to make her own decisions, even if they're bad ones," De Raad says firmly. "Well, there's got to be something I can do," Elizabeth says curtly in a thanks-for-nothing tone of voice. De Raad tells her that if she can convince Claire to stay, he'll admit her to the psych ward, but otherwise Elizabeth will have to release her. Poor Claire. Someone should have told her that, The Breakfast Club notwithstanding, "Claire" is not a fat girl's name.

In his apartment, Mark gives Holling a sponge bath. Holling slurs, "Where's Elizabeth?" Mark tells him that she left a couple of hours ago. Holling asks, "Do you have to go to work?" Mark gently says, "No, Dad. I'm going to stay right here." Holling has no reaction to this news. Mark rearranges the pillows so that Holling can lay back, and asks, "Are you in any pain?" Holling says he isn't, and asks, "Are you all right?" "Yeah," Mark says equivocally. Holling tells Mark he looks tired, and then asks, "What is that soap?" Mark says it's "plain old Ivory." Holling says, "That's what your mother used." Hey, that's what I use! Shout-out? Mark says, "I remember," and then tells a story of his mother tucking him in when he was a kid, and kissing him, and his being able to smell Ivory soap on her face. Holling, smiling, comments, "This used to be my job!" Mark, also smiling (though more painfully), asks, "What's that?" "Giving you a bath when you were a baby," says Holling. Mark says he didn't know that. Holling, apparently wanting to get some final remarks said while he can still say them, says, "You're a good doctor." Mark is surprised, but says nothing. "The day you became a doctor was the proudest moment of my life," Holling says, his voice breaking. Mark wells up and whispers, "It's okay, Dad. You don't have to talk." "I love you, Mark," Holling blurts. Enunciating very clearly, Mark says, "I love you too, Dad." I've already said this on the boards, but I think it bears repeating: The moment when fathers and sons tell each other they love each other is always portrayed as such a serious, monumental occasion, and while I think it is important, of course, for such things to be said, I think it's unfortunate that men have to save it up their whole lives and then make such a production of it when the time comes to say it. I tell my mom I love her all the time, and I really feel sorry for men who don't feel comfortable telling their own dads that -- and, for that matter, for children of either sex who can't tell their parents they love them because they don't love them. But I digress. Why do I always recap the episodes where treasured cast members are dying? Honestly. ["Mwa ha ha ha ha haaaa! Uh, I mean, I don't know." -- Sars]