As Chuck waits petulantly for Susan, Weaver tells him that she got Pervy to drop the threats. "What do I have to do?" Chuck asks. "You don't have to do anything," she replies. Chuck turns around, and as he does, we cut inside the room where Susan's standing, and we see Chuck notice that Pervy is kneeling before Susan and hugging her belly, his cheek pressed to the Chuckus. Kick him, little Chuckus! Be as excitable as your Dad! Pervy asks if he can lift up her shirt, and Susan hisses that he shouldn't push his luck. Then he tries to feel her up a little. People? There's a reason Chicago Hope got cancelled. I can't believe that Susan went for this. I can't believe Weaver allowed it. It's such a thin attempt at comic relief in a depressing episode. Cheap! Inept! HATE. Susan points at Chuck and violently mouths, "I'm going to KILL YOU," and midsentence we cut outside to Chuck watching the tail end of this (Paul McCrane seems fond of these types of cuts, and for the most part they work). "I'll get Chuny to put battery acid in his IV," Jerry says soothingly. Luka passes and asks what's going on; Chuck replies that he defended Susan from a freak. "And ended up getting her molested," giggles Jerry. Oh, so not Chuck's fault.
Sam and Luka's love train stops at George Deakins station. He's another weaselly bald guy -- I think this show has a particular hatred, don't you? -- and he's wearing a trench coat. He's trying to claim that he was mugged. Sam asks him to open his coat and he balks, but she insists it's okay, so he gets this weird serene expression on his face and unzips the coat, throwing it open with "Drink it in, ladies" gusto. "Get him a drape," Luka says, disgusted. "Cocktail napkin ought to do it," Sam snorts. Flasher gives her a look like, "Oh yeah? Well...yeah, you're not wrong." She then notices a tennis racket imprint on his cheek. Luka glances over at Frederika and sets his jaw. "So, George," he says. "You a sports fan?" As he says this, he snaps his rubber glove sharply, which is always my favorite way to punctuate a scene. It's so...potentially invasive.
Luis isn't doing too well. Carter is trying to figure out what happened; Neela explains that she pushed the Demerol because Abby was called out of the room. "It's not her fault," Neela says quickly. Carter can't believe Neela gave drugs without having a medical history in her hand, and Neela replies that she didn't want to wait because Luis was in pain. She could throw in Carter's face the fact that she asked him and didn't pay attention to the problem, but because he was busy when she asked and she was at the time trying to be assertive, Neela does not point to that. Carter's pissed off that she never got through to a doctor or nurse at the home, despite her contention that they were too busy to talk to her -- and, it sounds like she was dealing with a real asshole receptionist, which often means you can't get anywhere no matter how hard you try. Yeah, that's right, Woman At My Dentist's Office. I am looking right at you. The camera slowly pushes on Gallant as they bicker, and finally he bursts forth with "I gave her the order." Everyone stops. "I thought you said morphine," Carter says slowly. Gallant insists that he ordered Neela to change it when she found the contra-indication, and just forgot because he was preoccupied. Neela looks shocked. Abby, who also knows the truth, doesn't get a cutaway here, so we don't know if she's thinking about the lie, or smoking, or smoking lies, or corned beef hash. This is a very clumsy cover story indeed, but luckily for them, Carter doesn't stop to realize that his birthday was not yesterday, but in fact is in June; therefore, he laps up the slop they're dishing into his bowl. "We have to wait and see if he lives," Carter intones. Neela looks devastated.