Mark revisits his pouting daughter, who defiantly reads a magazine instead of acknowledging her father's presence. ["Anyone else notice that she was turning the pages in the wrong direction, from right to left? It could have been on purpose but it just looked like bad blocking to me." -- Sars] Mark reveals that her drug test came back negative. "Don't look so disappointed," Rachel tells Mark and me. Mark sits down opposite the hellion his loins begat and gives her the speech about how much he cares, and how he had to do this because her safety seemed at risk. Rachel refuses to look at him. "I want to be able to trust you," he insists. "It's something we both have to work at." Pursing her lips, Rachel snippily asks to leave.
Benton encounters Dr. Robert "Needs A Love Interest" Romano as he prepares to cut open Donna. They exposit that they'll take the heart first, and we are reminded that the organs are viable for up to two minutes after Donna's death. Benton switches off the ventilator at 20:37 -- wait, wasn't it just six o'clock? -- and watches the monitors with baited breath.
Susan and Carter sip coffee on the roof. She thinks Ralph and Alice are sweet, but what's really sweet is that hip black coat with the Burberry cuffs! Available now at all fine retailers near you, and integral to your wardrobe if you want to bed a young M.D. like Carter. Seriously, was Susan's coat two weeks ago reversible, or did a Burberry giant clip its fingernails in her apartment? Carter grins that Alice can safely get pregnant through artificial insemination, and they flirt about the oddball brilliance of his diagnosis. Susan gets giggly about sex in a pick-up truck. "It had a camper shell," Carter says importantly. Susan thinks it's funny, but isn't too weirded out, recalling her own bizarre sexual encounter on a Ferris Wheel. "I was young," she says, laughing at Carter's awed reaction. "It was my first real boyfriend." But not her first sex, I hope, or else that was one messy ride. Yikes. But Carter ups the too-much-information factor by sharing a story about masturbating on a train to Seattle. "I was by myself, but it was memorable," he says. Susan is understandably aroused -- any woman would be, because of course there's nothing sexier or more attractive than a man vigorously tugging the twig, impregnating all the Kleenex he can find.