Benton walks Braids out to the ambulance bay, telling her to keep frozen peas on her face for the swelling, and to take ibuprofen for the pain. She doesn't say anything, so he puts her in a cab, adding, "Hey. He was my nephew. You know I had to do something." She fixes him with a level gaze and flips him off. "Yeah. Good luck," he replies. Heh.

Finch helps some old bag out of an ambulance. Benton wanders over and tells her he thinks they'll find the shooters. They get back together. He tells her she's the only thing in his life that makes sense right now. Well, I should think that in an ambiguous world, her binary functions are very soothing and reassuring. She tells him to take her out for dinner. From the other side of the room, Glark yells, "DUMP HER!" Seriously. Enough. She sucks. He doesn't. They have nothing in common.

Deposition. Danvers asks what Elizabeth thinks caused Mr. Patterson's paralysis. She admits that she punctured the dura. He points out that the anaesthesiologist noticed the leaking spinal fluid well before she did; she works the "yes"/"no" answers and says that there was fluid, but that it could have been saline, blah blah blah malpracticecakes. Anyway, the entire case comes down to one question: "Did you perform a thorough and competent inspection, specifically looking for possible CSF [spinal fluid] leaks before you closed?" Elizabeth says nothing for about three hours and then finally says, "Yes." But you can tell from her face -- oh, and from the three-hour pause -- that she's completely lying.