Long, "arty" shot of a polished, sombre hallway. In the distance, John "Pillsbury Doughboy" Carter is asking a woman in a lab coat (who's presumably a health-care worker of some kind), "Is he drinking?" "Just water," the woman replies. "He had a little rice three days ago." He asks about an IV, and the woman reminds him that she can't start an IV without a court order. Stopping in a doorway, Carter asks the woman to call a Dr. Sampson. She quietly informs him that Dr. Sampson is no longer employed there, adding, "Dr. Miller treats your cousin now." Carter tells her to call Dr. Miller, then, and the woman says it probably isn't necessary to do so now that Carter is here. "Why?" Carter asks. "I think he's just lonely," she replies. Carter sighs heavily, and asks her to bring him a "protein shake, or something." She takes off. Carter crosses the threshold. And I have to say, it's about goddamn time they reunited Carter and Chase -- for it is Chase who's on an apparent hunger strike, sitting in a darkened room, pouting. Carter doffs his coat and sits down in a wheelchair next to Chase. Carter apologizes for not having "been around here much," but claims he's been busy. "For a year?" Chase mumbles, still looking down. "You're right," Carter allows, "you're right, that's not an excuse. Hey, your speech sounds good! You been, uh, gettin' around much?" "No," Chase grunts. The woman reappears with a can of Ensure and Carter shakes it up, chiding Chase that he has to eat something. Chase lets out a strangled "nope." Carter asks him what's wrong and, popping the top on the can, tries to lift it to Chase's lips; Chase angrily bats the can away, growling, "No!" "Maybe later," Carter murmurs. "No way," replies Chase, scowling.
At County, Abby "Lisa" Lockhart and Mark "Scarhead" Greene are treating a couple of grumpy old men, played by Newhart's Tom Poston and Happy Days's Tom Bosley. They're both tic-ing it up hard-core with the curmudgeon routine, and I guess now that Walter Matthau is dead, it's a grouch-off among all the other actors around his age to see who gets to be Jack Lemmon's new sidekick. Anyway, Mark -- wearing a little cap (and considering he's returning to work so soon, with barely any time to recover, concealing the enormous Frankenstein's monster-esque gashes on his scalp from the patients is a wise move) -- gently presses his thumbs against Poston's cheeks and asks if it hurts; Poston howls, and Bosley, sitting on the next bed, snorts, "Wuss." "You want another beatin'? Keep talking," yells Poston, and Bosley replies, "I'm sittin' right here," I guess by way of invitation. Lisa tells Mark that Bosley suffered a lip laceration and a possible broken jaw. Mark asks whether they aren't too old to be fighting, and Poston plummily replies, "Never too old to defend a lady's honour." Bosley snorts again; Mark sets to examining him as Poston quotes, "'Grace is in all her steps, beauty in her eyes; in every gesture, dignity and love.'" Bosley announces that Poston "stole that from a book," and Poston snaps, "At least I know how to read." "Yeah -- with your lips moving," Bosley shoots back. "'Lip'? I'll give you --" Poston starts, but you can tell his heart's not in it and he trails off. Mark gives Lisa some orders and takes off.