Chen examines some random guy. He's cute, but it goes nowhere, dammit, and that's the cruelest thing of all because, well, I'm easy. Chuny calls Chen away because a young woman is asking for her. I'd know that hat anywhere: It's Delinquent Mother of the Week #2. "I changed my mind," the girl says. "I want my baby back." Chen stiffens, tempted to shove this woman and her quasi-restaurant jingle straight onto the El train tracks. Erin appears out of nowhere, because that's just what she does. "Is this the mother?" she asks. Chen ignores her, because that's just what she does. "Do you want to tell me what happened?" she asks. "No," DMOW #2 replies. For some reason, that made me laugh, probably because I'm tired of ruthless exposition. "I just want him back," she continues. "Oh yeah, for how long?" Erin snaps. Chen turns to her. "Can you get me the potassium level on Mr. Pinkus?" she says coldly. Erin bounds away as quickly as she came, because yes, that's just what she does. DMOW #2 explains -- oh, man, they always explain eventually -- that she was scared before, but she isn't anymore because she's certain her mother will help her care for Rex. "Have you told her?" Chen asks. "No, but I'm going to," she insists. "He's mine. Can I see him?" Chen lets out a few shallow breaths before ordering Chuny to take DMOW #2 up to Rex. "Mother of the year, huh?" Erin says, appearing again long enough to be derisive. "At least she's trying," Chen spits at her. "She left her baby with a bunch of strangers. How is that trying?" Erin snorts. Chen brushes her off. I really wish they weren't trying to imply that Chen's situation is at all similar to this girl's. Chen gave her child up for adoption. She didn't pop her kid out of the womb and into a duffel bag that she then deposited in a crowded ER. I think it's a pretty major distinction.
Matilda beeps her way into heart failure. "Not surprising after lying on the floor for two days," whispers Susan, sitting in the corner of the dim room watching the older woman die. "She probably got a blood clot that broke off and went to her lungs," Haleh observes. Luka barges into the room, crushed. "Why didn't someone come get me?" he asks, hurt. Susan says Matilda ordered them not to take heroic measures; Luka can't believe he didn't know this, but Haleh confirms that she has it in writing. More beeping. "Aren't you off yet?" Susan asks. "An hour ago," Luka says, staring dazedly at dead Matilda, who handled loneliness far longer and far better than he. And who will now never contest the cashing of her check. Susan offers to finish the job, but Luka's too busy staring emptily at Matilda. She finally beeps her way into the great beyond. While they wait for Luka to call it, Haleh and another nurse dish the bingo jackpot. It's five thousand dollars. Bingo, shmingo! Befriend an old crone. It pays more. Luka snaps out of his reverie and calls the time of death.