Downstairs, Mark tries not to sound too unhinged as he leaves a message on a neighbour's machine asking that they tell Elizabeth to call him if they see her. As he's in the process of leaving the message, Napolitano comes tearing down the hall behind him, calling his name. Mark hangs up, and Napolitano breathlessly exclaims, "We got him!" Mark's all, "Wuh?" Napolitano continues, "He opened fire in Lincoln Park. He shot three people before being taken down by a civilian packing a nine-millimetre." Mark asks whether he's still alive, and Napolitano says he is, as far as he knows. Mark springs into action, jogging toward the ambulance bay. Pam's doing compressions on the cab driver, who's been asystole since they found him. Luka's already on it; Mark calls out, "Cleo, why don't you jump in on this?" The camera pans slightly to the left, showing Finch leaning against the wall with her eyes closed. Mark calls her again, and she rouses herself to work on the cab driver who clearly has no hope of survival. The caravan moves into a trauma room. Napolitano calls the cop at the end of the bed "Darcy" and asks whether there were any witnesses. Darcy says no, but that they think it was Fossen. Napolitano asks why, and Darcy says, "1211 Dupont [Valium Villa] was the last entry on the driver's log at 1:14 PM." Mark hangs back, hears this, and squeals, "What?!" Darcy ignores him and continues telling Napolitano, "The house you had searched. Fossen must have been on his way over there. Cabbie probably heard his description on the radio or something...bang, Fossen blew his brains out." The camera zooms in on Mark's face as he's practically hyperventilating. Napolitano finds the silver lining: "Don't worry, Doc -- that means he never got there." Haleh's been calling Mark for about a minute; he finally hears her, and looks over as she tells him, "He's coming in." Hey, dude knows where the party is, just like everybody else.
Skiving off work -- because, really, do all those gunshot victims need to be attended by every single member of the hospital staff? Of course not -- Carter and Lisa are loafing by the river. Or perhaps they're off work. It's the last recap of the season, and I don't care. Lisa asks Carter whether that was a record number of gunshot wounds for a single shift. Carter broods and replies, "By the same guy? Absolutely." Lisa says, "He has a good chance. Like you said, you found it early." I guess they're talking about Martin. Carter blahs that he feels bad that he has to go through it alone, as if having cancer as a kid wasn't bad enough in itself. "He could get passed over for Chief Resident," Lisa needles. "That's true. Or he could get kicked out of medical school and have to work as an ER nurse," Carter shoots back, coming to sit next to her on the bench. Lisa mutters that she wasn't kicked out, she was "suspended for being a deadbeat." They smile world-wearily, because life is tough for healthy American professionals. Lisa non sequiturs, "Do you know he offered to pay my tuition?" Carter asks who, and Lisa says, "Luka," like, duh. Carter's face is blank. Lisa drones, "And I know he means well -- it's just frustrating for me, sometimes, 'cause I have to explain my every feeling to him, and normally when you're with someone for a while they get to know your moods, but he doesn't do that --" "You know what?" Carter interrupts. How I wish he would, just for a moment, channel Jack McFarland, mime picking up a phone, and chirp, "Hello, I'm Bored?" But instead he says, "Stop it." "What?" says Lisa. Carter tells her, "Don't talk to me about Luka. I'm not your girlfriend, and I shouldn't really even be here with you." Lisa, seemingly genuinely surprised, asks, "Why not?" Carter Knolls, "Because I don't want to wish bad things for you and Luka, and I don't want to sit on the sidelines waiting for you two to break up. And I don't want to be your friend. It might be convenient for you, but it's not doing much for me." Lisa fondly asks, "What are you talking about?" Carter stares at her. Stare. Stare. He gets up and walks off. Lisa stares at the water. Her hair's all greasy. Lisa watches Carter walk off, looking dismayed.