Sketchy neighbourhood. Benton pulls around a corner in a sensible family sedan and stops, glancing back and forth. Presently Braids slams into the passenger door, squealing at him to open it up. He unlocks the door and she tumbles in. He asks what's going on, but her urgency becomes clear immediately, as three or four young guys swarm the car, pounding on her window and bellowing at them to open up. She screeches at Benton to "go! Go!" The back window shatters (though we don't hear a gunshot or anything), and Benton peels out, Braids's associates yelling after them, "You owe me, girl! I'm-a find you!" Benton demands to know what that was, and Braids dismissively replies, "Just a bunch of fools used to be my friends!" Her voice softens from the screech she's been screeching through the scene, and she strokes, "I told them you a doctor." She beams, and then turns her attention to the radio, tuning the dial until she finds some hip-hop and turns it the hell up. Benton knits his brow. Somewhere, Jessica knits a sweater.
Ambulance bay at County. Luka "My Demon Lover" Kovac and Abby "Lisa" Lockhart wander into the ER, bickering mildly: it seems she doesn't want to eat breakfast at the hotel because (according to her) the room-service guy has seen all her pyjamas. He suggests that they get up earlier, and she wheedles, "Or, we could sleep in, at my place...?" Before he can answer (or shut her down, as the case may be -- the point is, we will never know), Haleh comes over to tell Luka that a "possible hip fracture" is on his way in. Luka says he'll take the patient, and, without any particular affect, tells Lisa he guesses she's "eating breakfast alone." He wearily heads into the lounge, and Lisa, deciding to complete their little triangle early on in the day and get it over with, spots John "Gomer Pill" Carter at the desk and heads over to him, brightly asking, "How'd it go last night?" He doesn't know what she's talking about, and she prompts, "With Weaver." He breezily replies, "I think I'm going to wait until after my mid-year performance evaluation." She fixes him with as level a gaze as she can, being a foot shorter than he is and all, and declares, "You're procrastinating." "You're nagging," he shoots back mildly. "No, I'm being your sponsor," she reminds him. "Which is different than being my mother, don't you think?" he snipes. "Okay," she whatevers, and huffs off. Carter turns back toward the board just as Kerry "Eager Beaver" Weaver crutches up behind him, trailed by Finch, who's going over charts and telling Weaver where various patients are. Weaver tells Carter that his evaluation will be at 11 AM, in the lounge, and he apple-polishes, "Yes, ma'am!" Finch points toward chairs and tells her that "Mrs. Furtado" is in chairs, and that she's like a bird, and will only fly away. Oh, and that she's experiencing "vaginal bleeding." Weaver dismissively says that Mrs. Furtado was in the ER with the same complaint last month, which most women know not as vaginal bleeding but as menstruation. Finch pauses a beat, and then chuckles awkwardly as a PA gives her cue by poking her in the back. Some other repeat customer is in the ER with back pain, and Weaver goes to examine him.