Neela is at the mall, which is surprisingly bustling for a shopping center on the Fourth of July. Aren't a lot of stores closed on national holidays? Or is it October in her storyline? Anyway, a blonde bitch at a clothing boutique gives Neela the Pretty Woman treatment, so Neela leaves feeling like a discouraged, undesirable, and unfashionable piece of dirt. I can't wait until she gets a job at, like, Saks, and swans back in wearing a fur-trimmed uniform or something so that she can say, "Big mistake. HUGE."

Howard dutifully takes forever to suture somebody. Carter watches. "I like them to be the same length," Howard says intensely. Carter shrugs. Then Malik bolts past. "Hey, Malik, where's the fire?" Carter cracks. "Exam Three," Malik replies. Carter resumes flipping through his chart, then double-takes and dashes after Malik. That was well-timed by Noah Wyle. Apparently, someone set off a stink bomb, and there's smoke and stench everywhere. Delicious! Then Carter whirls around and spies an incorrectly set wrist fracture, perpetrated by RoboStudent and his earpiece of crazy. Carter explains that the wrist can't be set at an angle, which RoboStudent repeats into his microphone. Eh, I'm bored of this scene. Summary: Carter basically saves a woman from wrist-related treachery.

Ah, and we're back to the Bulletproof Monk and his insistence that he is fine. Corday, Dubenko, Pratt, and Carter are discussing what needs to be done to fix up this kid's potentially injured bowel. Dubenko insists they can make a small incision and just look around and see what's happening in there. Reason #5412 why I couldn't be a doctor: I don't want to know what's happening in there. Carter is surprised that a laproscopy is enough for what might be a penetrating trauma that's Big Trouble. Elizabeth insists it isn't Enough. "Y'all don't know what the hell y'all doing!" shouts B.M. Carter and Elizabeth lob what-if arguments at Dubenko, which he deflects ably, pissing Lizzie off in the extreme. "You better ask to see a specialist if you wanna get outta here without dying!" B.M. yells genially at a woman in a bed across from him. Elizabeth insists that nobody, but nobody, can cover all his bases by using a simple scope. "Ummm. I can," Dubenko shrugs. "Welcome to the world of modern medicine." Burn. B.M. taunts them as he gets wheeled up to the OR. Pratt and Carter heave put-upon sighs and look at Elizabeth. "Don't look at me -- I didn't hire him," she insists. And for punctiation, sure enough, the woman B.M. yelled at tells Pratt that she wants to see The Specialist herself. (She can, but she should return it on time -- late fees aren't worth it on that one.)