At Minivan's house, Elizabeth awkwardly tries to get out of there without giving in to her impulses. But of course her coat's in his bedroom. "I'll help you find it," he says adorably, as if he thinks that's code for "let's get it on," which of course it is. There's a lot of uncomfortable talk about the girls, and Elizabeth takes her coat and Ella's duck toy from Minivan before wishing him an insincere goodbye. They stare at each other for a second; Elizabeth pounces first. As they hit the bed off-camera, we hear the squeak of the poor, sad, crushed little toy -- roadkill on the horizontal highway -- and it's perfect punctuation. I love that Elizabeth's gone from harridan to borderline hussy. And she's got great taste in men. The show must feel really, really guilty about putting Alex Kingston through Season 8 (and a lot of other seasons), because so far she's gotten some hot love interests.
Gallant shuffles sadly out of the hospital. Carter is waiting in the ambulance bay, either for Gallant or for his cab. "Should've come and talked to me," Carter says. Apparently Carter prefers giving all his speeches outside. He must think the night air gives him an authoritative flush. Gallant is silent. "Know why I backed you up in there?" Carter asks. "'Cause if Weaver knew the truth, you'd be done." Get off it, Carter. He barely backed up Gallant -- "I wasn't in the room," and "As far as I know" count as the barest, most cursory, most technical of supportive statements. "I know you went out on a limb for me," Gallant says. "I could just say I got confused." Carter points out that this defense isn't going to hold, because Gallant falsified the chart -- which, aside from making it look like a clearly thought-out action, is a felony. Gallant realizes that his ass is in a vise, and panics that they should go tear up the chart immediately. "It's TOO LATE," Carter yells. Noah Wyle is the master of inappropriate use of volume. He's constantly bellowing when there's no cause for it. "It's already up in Legal," Carter says, his tone back down to normal already. Gallant bites his lip. "You know, you guys sit up there, and you decide who's going to go and who's going to stay...I mean, why did you have to push her? Why'd you have to push her?" Gallant says, gutted. "The only reason she screwed up is because you scared her into thinking she wasn't good enough!" And he's right, but he's also trying desperately to make sense of his own blunder, and Carter knows it. "We're talking about you now, Michael," he says. Gallant's face falls, because Carter dropped the first-name bomb, and that's how he knows he's fucked. "I wasn't thinking," Gallant breathes, shaking his head. Sharif Atkins is so heartbreaking in this scene. I wish they'd use him more. But as we know, the characters who seem nice and show layers (Gallant, Coop) take the back seat to idiots and caricatures (Malarkey, Pratt). Carter looks at him with condescending smug sadness, and I want to slap the shit-ugly coif off his smarmy pig-ignorant head. "I'm sorry," Gallant says. "Yeah," says Carter. SHUT UP, CARTER. He's driving me nuts. Way to downplay your role in tweaking a med student's psyche enough that she makes a hurried, harried decision. Everyone's to blame here. I'd like to see Carter actually confront that with himself. And then fight himself. With fists.