Susan watches Abby bustle away, then starts to deliver the gown to Mr. Ashman when a loud cracking noise, followed by agonized cries, diverts her attention. Little has taken a steel beam and is using it to whack Large across the legs. "You thought you could fool me, is that it?" screams Little. As Susan yelps for Security, Large shrieks in pain. But then, she just watches with chagrined interest as Little snarls, "You take a loan from Mr. Bennett, he expects his money back." With a final few wallops and another threat, Little tosses the stick on the ground and leaves, nodding to a startled Susan. I guess it's just that easy to pose as next-of-kin in a hospital ER, even when you look about as related as The Flash and SNL's Horatio Sanz. Susan rushes over to Large and asks if he's okay. "He broke my legs," sputters Large. Is that so? Then why are his feet moving? "He's not your brother?" Susan duhs. Large stares at her like she's got four noses.
Weaver has caught up to Dizzy and is trying to help her, offering to telephone her mother. "No, it's just us," Dizzy chokes. She starts talking about what a great day they had been enjoying. Alan treated her to lunch because she won early acceptance to law school, and he was so thrilled and proud that he laminated a copy of the letter to his toolbox. Aw! Bitterly, Dizzy shakes her head and stares through the door at her father, freaking when she notices them moving his body. Weaver informs her that the doctors are taking x-rays to determine whether Alan's pelvis is crushed. "Is that really bad?" Dizzy asks. Well, imagine your pelvis. Now imagine that it's in pieces, like a puzzle of bone shards and tissue. I'm sure that's not serious at all. Weaver is more patient, explaining that, yes, it could indeed be serious, and Alan might require surgery. "Oh, God," chokes Dizzy, shaking her head with grief. "He had to have been run over, or pinned against something," Weaver explains, subtly trying to elicit some kind of confession from this girl, who obviously knows more than she's admitting. Dizzy sniffles, rubs her face, and says, "It...was a wall." Weaver is shocked. "Look, I...I thought I was in reverse," Dizzy pleads. "It was such a tight space. He was out front, waiting for me to back out. I thought...I thought it was in reverse." This one goes out to Lizzie Grubman's defense lawyers and all you folks in The Hamptons. Shaking her head helplessly and staring through the doors at her father and the damage she wrought, Dizzy cries.