Luka chases down Dr. Kerry "Rhymes With" Weaver. Basically, he wants her to stick up for Neecole, claiming she's having a tough time and just made a simple mistake. That Palm Pilot? Looked exactly like a Snickers. "Is that your objective opinion?" Weaver asks dryly. Luka promises it won't happen again, but Weaver is resolute. The hospital has a no-tolerance policy against stealing. As well it should, because there's lots of good stuff to gank. Luka begs for a personal favor. "I can't," Weaver insists. "Or you won't?" he presses. "Please, I got her the job." Weaver gazes disdainfully at him, and correctly notes that he should've screened Neecole first. All this would be more interesting if we'd actually seen Neecole hoodwinking Luka; as it stands, though, he's just incredibly brainless and pathetic. Mild cheddar is sharper.
To change the subject, Weaver barks at Carter to get rid of the patient in Exam Four. Susan, Carter's new shadow, exposits that the patient might need rectal surgery. "You're on this, too, Susan?" Weaver asks, confused. Susan mutters that Carter just wanted a second opinion, and Weaver isn't amused, because they're low on doctors. "Call surgery. One doctor per patient," she scolds, leaving. Susan and Carter, now faced with the very real challenge of walking in different directions, exchange frustrated glances and prepare for the inevitable sound of conjoined-hip flesh ripping apart. "Have fun suturing," he sighs. "Have fun with your rectum," Susan responds.
Susan enters an exam room containing Gallant and a broody adolescent. We learn that Jorge, the youth, has a laceration sustained during a boxing match. Naturally, he's Rudy's brother, and he whaled on Rudy during their fight. "I didn't mean to hurt him," insists Jorge, but very blandly. He's a very stone-faced dude with empty dark eyes and the kind of cornrows that scream "bad-ass" to casting agents. Papa Escalona enters and cheerfully insists that Rudy will regain consciousness and be completely fine, and they can all go boating up the river in Egypt. Susan says Jorge will escape with just a few stitches; while Jorge broods, or cries inside, or tries in his mind to divide integers by zero (don't do it, Jorge! It's a trick! A dirty trick!), or generally tries to look perplexed. "This is one tough kid," oozes Papa, proudly patting his son's shoulder.
Roma, Benton, and Lackey Fred walk briskly and importantly down the sidewalk toward the courthouse. She coaches Benton on the basics of courtroom etiquette -- control his reactions, but don't look stony; write down whatever questions he wants her to address; sneeze in his hand, not on his sleeve; avoid blurting out things like, "Reese? You mean the kid or the snack treat?" Lackey Fred reveals that the schedule changed, and they drew Judge Alter, that titan of divorce court who's one vowel away from being ironically named. Roma exposits that Alter tends to side with the mother, which she crassly notes isn't an issue here. She then encourages Benton to reveal his maternal side, which is doubly funny because the only person on this show with a demonstrable maternal side is Susan Lewis. Roma complains about Peter's ugly, "showy" tie, and Lackey Fred obligingly removes his own navy-and-gray neckwear. Roma barks a few final orders at Benton. "You make it sound like it's some kind of performance," Benton observes. "It is," she says importantly. He looks down at Lackey Fred's tie, which is being proffered eagerly, and sighs. "That is the whitest tie I've ever seen," Benton says. Lackey Fred is confused. "It's blue," he protests. Oh, Fred. It's so much more than blue.