Benton appears and asks who's been paging him. Apparently, it's Elizabeth, who just arrived at work and is running a tad late. Frank didn't realize that Elizabeth had been cleared to operate. "What about all the dead geezers?" he asks, amazed. Mark sighs and insists there hasn't been any evidence of wrongdoing; Frank fake-smiles that it's good news, but then turns away and mutters, "When the paramedics roll me in, I'll take Romano." Wow. That's faith! I'd have them wheel me into a different hospital altogether.
Dr. Luka "Sperm Bank" Kovac and our spry pal Gallant hold court in Trauma Green, examining a woman who took a bullet to the temple at close range. "Who shot her?" Gallant asks. "Does it matter?" barks an entering Benton. He's clearly rushed, and he's annoyed that Luka hasn't already started a course of medication. "I'm still assessing her," protests Luka. He's trying to walk Gallant through some basic procedures. "Why don't you treat the patient first?" Benton snaps, coldly enough to freeze Luka in his tracks. The woman's brain stem seems dead, and her blink reflex is inactive. Just as Peter rattles off a list of meds, Dr. Elizabeth "Storm? What Storm?" Corday bursts in to take command of the procedure. Benton reams her for making him stay twenty minutes past his time, and orders someone to call neurosurgery immediately if the woman's head CT shows anything fixable. That sort of sounds obvious, doesn't it? "What's the rush?" asks Elizabeth, interested. "I have to be somewhere you're late and I have to get the hell outta here." The Credits Of Old Pictures That Don't Mean The Show Is As Good As It Used To Be practically gobble up his frosty exit.