Carter continues his iffy procedure on The Late Anthony Lee. Luka comes in and basically repeats what Chuny said. Dude, when is Weaver coming back on-screen? I am bored. Whatever, the dénouement is that they get The Late Anthony Lee under control, and Luka snaps that he hopes The Late Anthony Lee "didn't bleed in his brain," and if I had a nickel for every time I'd said that....Chuny watches Luka go, still bagging The Late Anthony Lee, and Carter reproachfully tells her "thanks," presumably for failing to back him up to the Attending. Tex, I think she made her feelings on this procedure quite clear, so stow it.
Oh, lord. Weaver, Rescue ME. Mark stitches the hand of a woman who cut herself chopping celery for stuffing. She yammers on. Suddenly we get this background thrumming I assume we're supposed to think is in Mark's head. He holds up a finger and excuses himself. He walks quickly through the hall, shot all fish-eye from below (thank you, Christopher Chu-HACK), passing various personnel asking or telling him things, to which he doesn't reply. He ends up in the bathroom where...okay, Edwards? I know you planned to include this scene of you making anxious, constipated faces reeeeeeally close to the camera on your Emmy reel. But don't. No. Don't. Trust me. Seriously, he looks ridiculous. He blinks his eyes a few times and raises and lowers his eyebrows and makes this weird straining face and then sticks out his tongue a few times. Shrug. Strain. Splash face with water. Look back at camera and exhale, "Ba. Ba." Luka walks in behind him to start whining about Carter, but Mark gives him a curt "not now," and leaves. Luka looks quizzical.
Out in the hall, Mark walks as quickly as before, and mercifully walks right off-screen. Lisa is waylaid by Sally. Sally: talk to me. Lisa: no. They stomp outside into the pelting rain in order to film Sally's Emmy clip; Sally's all "I did the best I could," and Lisa's all "we took care of you," and Sally's like "I tried to be a good mother," and then...oh, pardon me, it's actually time for Maura Tierney's Emmy clip, as she launches into a spiel (and...actually I think she did a great job with such an unrelentingly maudlin speech -- standing in the pouring rain, no less!) about what it was like to live with Sally when she was young -- how she prayed every night that Sally would take her Lithium, and that she and her brother never knew whether Sally would bring home some loser she met in a bar, or run down their street naked screaming her head off, and winds it up by telling a story about Lisa's tenth Thanksgiving, when Lisa told Sally she'd been to see her father, whereupon Sally chased Lisa around the house with a knife, and that Lisa had to lock herself in the hall closet, and as Sally screams over Lisa's speech that she would never hurt Lisa, Lisa recalls that Sally forced her to sleep in Sally's bed that night in order to prove that Sally didn't mean it, but even then Lisa couldn't sleep because she couldn't be sure Sally wouldn't try to kill her in her sleep.