Chen cuddles baby Rex, who is still completely healthy, and therefore without intrigue. "Excuse me," Melody says from behind her. "We've both been in here for hours and I haven't been able to see his face. Could I?" Chen grins and carries Rex over to introduce him to his first roommate. Melody tickles his chin. "I love this age," she chokes emotionally. "It's when they really need you." Rex's head turns into an anvil, and he and Chen drop through the floor. And then Chen, flooded with memories, immediately hands Rex off to avoid crying and stares morosely into space as Nursie leaves with him. "Did you ever name him?" asks an approaching Susan. "No," Chen says emptily, leaving. Oh, please can we avoid a reverse Weaver story where Chen tries reuniting with her baby. Yuck.
Susan turns to Melody and asks where Bill went. "He had to get to work," she says. "Right," snorts Susan, who promptly busts Melody on her deliberate but not-dangerous-enough aspirin overdose. "What was it, twenty pills? Must've been some headache," she reprimands. "Are you trying to get his sympathy, or are you trying to get away from him?" Melody, crushed, begins tearing up. "We both know you've been beaten," Susan says, a little gentler this time. "Melody, someone is hurting you. You have to turn him in to the police." Melody weeps softly that she can't do that. Susan gives her the cycle of violence speech until Melody reveals that she just needs to be there for a few days until he joins the Navy. "Your boyfriend?" Susan puzzles. "My son," chokes Melody melodramatically. Oh, wow, a variant on Delinquent Mother of the Week -- a Delinquent Son of the Week, to match with our developing delinquent daughter (Abby). How clever.
Pratt bursts through the door and asks what he missed; he's not pleased when he hears from Erin that Gil died and DMOW #3 is in with Morgan right now. "I told you not to do anything!" he rages at her. "You weren't here!" she cries. "Learn to follow simple instructions, Harkins," Pratt seethes. "I did, per Dr. Carter," Erin shouts as Pratt disappears into Morgan's room. Again with the blame game. She's headed for the tournament of champions.
Pratt finds DMOW #3 giving Morgan an unseemly haircut. She looks almost robotic, cutting chunks off methodically while Morgan glares emptily at the wall, wishing the scissors would please hack of something else on her body. "I can't bring him home this way," DMOW #3 chants. "His stepfather would never accept him." Pratt begs her not to do it, but she ignores him, clipping away with a zombie's remove. "He's my little boy," she mutters. "I'm doing this for him. It's the best thing." Morgan locks eyes with Pratt. We fade to black feeling completely wigged out by this kid's serial-killer eyes.