Carter and Mark examine an x-ray. Carter thinks he's found "soft-tissue sarcoma." Mark tells him to get a biopsy. Weaver crutches up and asks whether Carter's patient, Martin, is stable. Carter says he is, and she instructs him to clear the room: "Next round coming in: two more gunshot wounds -- one chest, one neck." Carter takes off, and Mark accompanies Weaver down the hall, marvelling, "Two more? It's not even ten o'clock." "It's the same guy again," Weaver quietly tells him. Mark's all, "What?!" Second base! (Sorry.) Weaver exposits, "CPD tracked a carjacked Acura to a private residence -- found the mother and son shot inside." Mark asks whether the shooter's been apprehended yet, and Weaver says, "Not yet." Mark asks whether there are ORs cleared, and she says they're working on it. They do a quick audit of which surgeons are doing what.
When Mark and Weaver arrive at the desk, Mitchell is there bickering with Robert "Rocket" Romano. She tells him that Psych nurses "aren't trained in ostomy care," and Romano shoots back that the patient in question, whoever that is, doesn't need ostomy care: "He can change his own damn bag." Weaver calls back to Romano that they need him to attend to the patients rolling up. Romano snaps at Weaver that he'll be there in a minute. To Mitchell, he snaps, "When I call you, you get on the damn phone." Mitchell looks at him sharply, but before she can answer, Weaver interrupts to defend her: "She was helping with a mass casualty! We needed her down here!" Romano barks, "And I needed to clear Recovery for the barrage of gunshot wounds you keep accepting!" Mitchell replies, "I'm not taking responsibility for post-op complications in the Psych ward!" Romano sarcastically shoots back, "Oh, really? Okay, well, then, we'll have to find someone who's interested in responsibility." Mitchell gasps, "What's that supposed to mean?" Romano snaps, "I'll tell De Raad he can finish your shift." "What?!" hisses Mitchell. "Nice knowing you," Romano dicks, stomping off.