Bishop Cromwell puts on his coat and prepares to leave. Luka comes in to tell Bishop Cromwell that Dr. Frost has arranged for him to have more tests next week. Bishop Cromwell asks whether Dr. Frost gave Luka hell, and Luka admits that he was pretty angry. Bishop Cromwell twinkles that Dr. Frost is possessive about Bishop Cromwell's care, and Luka replies by saying that a couple of Bishop Cromwell's tests are normal. Bishop Cromwell shakes Luka's hand, and thanks him for his care, and for listening. He makes to go, then stops at the door to say he noticed the doctors taking Nick away, and asks what happened. Luka tells him -- not that Bishop Cromwell really needs to know, or anything -- that Nick will have the surgery. "I'm sorry," says Bishop Cromwell. Luka says he is, too. "You think he should have been able to choose how he wanted to live?" Bishop Cromwell leads the witness. Luka says he does. "Well, I want to work," says Bishop Cromwell. "Do you still want the steroids?" Luka smirks. "I need to work," says Bishop Cromwell. Luka unlocks a cabinet and prepares a syringe. This isn't going to be good for anybody.
From some high elevation, Lisa and Carter watch as Richard's car is towed from an otherwise empty parking lot, presumably many hours after the end of the benefit. Carter congratulates Lisa on ruining Richard's and Alexis's evening, and they hop back into the limo. Lisa says that she feels sort of bad, now. Carter asks why, and she says it's because she ruined their night, too. Carter: "Ruined? How?" Lisa offers, "Besides the vandalism? The fact that we're freezing to death? The fact that you didn't even see your grandmother?" Carter says that Gamma knows he was there, and that's enough. "Okay, then, I guess, nothing," Lisa giggles. Carter says he had "an okay time," and Lisa says she did, too.
Lounge at County. Weaver trepidatiously regards a slip of paper in her hands, and then picks up the phone, dials, and says, "Yeah, this is Kerry Weaver at County. I need information about evaluating a physician who's possibly cognitively impaired. Could we speak first thing Monday morning? Thanks." She hands up, and rubs her eyebrows. Kerry? You did the right thing. Assuming you called a paid assassin, and that "evaluating" is some kind of code to get around a possible wiretap.