Trauma room. Gratuitous close-up of the rib spreader. Peter's covered with blood, and it's all going wrong. Peter can't see, he's got sweat in his eyes, he's calling to move the light. Jesse's bleeding out. The machines beep wildly. Peter can't think of what to give Jesse next. He recovers and calls for more blood. Corday points out that Jesse's not clotting, but Peter says they can reverse it and yells for more suction. "Pump's running dry," Haleh says quietly. Mark observes that "we're not keeping up with blood loss," and Peter hollers for him to "squeeze it in faster." Everyone else in the room exchanges Looks Of Significance. Close-up of Jesse's still face.
Luka comes into a waiting area. Teresa and TF both bitch him out for keeping them there so long. A social worker asks TF to step out into the hall; TF is still bitching, but he follows the social worker. Luka tells Teresa to wait there, and goes out into the hall also; it turns out that the social worker is actually a detective from the Chicago police department: "Dr. Kovac here is concerned about the extensive bruising he discovered on your daughter's body when he examined her." TF doesn't get it. "She has bruises all over her back and stomach," Luka mutters. "They're from her fall," TF shrugs, but Luka says flatly, "They're at least a week old." Compare his lack of affect here to his reaction to Paulie The Wife-Beater last season, when he became enraged; here, he's -- not much of anything. He just sounds, and looks, exhausted. TF exhales in disbelief, "You...think I beat my little girl? Oh my god...I love my daughter." Luka looks at his shoes. "I would never...no, uh-uh. You're wrong. You are very wrong." A three-second shot of Luka, in the space of which Goran Visnjic manages to convey that Luka neither believes TF nor cares much whether he's telling the truth. Boy, can that guy act.