Weaver is treating a leprechaun who got thrown across the room in a bar fight. "It was not a tossing," he says sternly. "There's a difference." Uh huh. Dr. Anspaugh wanders over to congratulate Kerry. "Whatever you're doing down at City Hall is working," he grins. To Weaver's surprise and guilty alarm, Anspaugh reveals that the hospital's budget sailed through the committee without a single cut -- stunning, considering that they were expecting to lose up to 20\%. "He drove off the snakes!" announces the leprechaun, referring to St. Patrick. Kerry stares at him. "What the hell kind of misguided metaphor is that?" she wonders to herself. Anspaugh smiles and tells her to report to his office at 5 PM with Romano in tow. "Just some administrative housekeeping," he says. "We should burn through it pretty quickly."
Frank bellows for Weaver to go help Susan with "that kid who was looking for you...the medics brought him in." Weaver bolts into Trauma Yellow as, interestingly, background music kicks in for the first time in the entire episode. "He passed out across the street," Susan exposits. She tries asking Weaver a few questions, assuming that Weaver knows Keith because he was looking for her. Weaver lies that she doesn't know him, and muscles her way in to demand that they intubate immediately. "So you do know him," Susan says softly. Weaver just insists that it sure looks like an allergy attack, covering for the fact that she already knows exactly what he must be allergic to. Chuny notices a City Hall ID among Keith's things. Susan turns and shoots Kerry a quizzical look. "I got some papers from Health and Human Services. Maybe he dropped them off," Weaver stammers. As they scramble to treat Keith, Susan continues staring confusedly at her boss. We fade to black admiring Kerry's good luck that the shot went into his ass, which they can't see, rather than his arm, which they can.
Out in the hall, Weaver screams into the phone that "one of his staffers" -- hee, in more ways than one, you saucy alderman! -- is in the ER with a severe allergic reaction, and that he needs to return her call ASAP. Susan pops up next to her. "Uh, you're right, he does work at City Hall," Weaver covers. "Alderman Bright's office?" guesses Susan with a sneer. "There's a chancre on his penis." Weaver turns away to hide her nausea. "Kerry..." Susan warns. "That's a bit of a leap," Weaver stammers. "The alderman walked out of here with untreated syphilis," Susan says. "We don't know that it was untreated," Kerry argues. "And now one of his young staffers..." Susan continues. Weaver interrupts, "We certainly don't know that the alderman is in the habit of sexual harassment, much less that he's gay!" Susan reminds Weaver that the kid's in shock from a food or drug allergy, and she thinks it's penicillin. "Not necessarily," Weaver hedges. Susan sighs and leaves.