On the right side of the screen, Pratt and Abby discover that the girl's been hacked up royally and that she had a baby ripped out of her pregnant uterus. Abby is horrified. She suggests that Pratt deliver the womb, but he isn't too keen on that idea, as it's a rare man who wants to see that come out of the love canal. Abby then tells him to clamp the uterus, which might sustain her long enough to get her into surgery. Pratt gets elbow-deep into this woman's reproductive system, at one point fingering what Abby identifies as a fallopian tube. Pratt would clearly rather not be playing foosball with this woman's ovaries, but he's stuck now, so all he can do is chant to himself, "Porn will make me feel better. Porn will fix everything." Then, he successfully clamps the uterus, and Abby happily reports that the girl's got a pulse. Pratt's relieved.

Carter's little girl has opened her eyes. As he smiles happily at her, he hears distant screaming. Turning around, confused, he sees Turner atop The Blue Banger, wailing on him with a scalpel. Frantically, he bolts in there and takes a flying leap, tackling Turner to the ground. Amid the thrashing, Turner clips Carter in the shoulder with the scalpel. Carter glares angrily at him, then leaps up to check on the gang kid, who's now got a lovely collection of slits on his chest. If you connect them with a Sharpie, you get Donald Duck.

Night. Pratt has resumed trying to save young Turner, whose heart isn't beating. That afternoon, Carter screams for Security, but Turner has already bolted. In front of Pratt, Turner flatlines, just as we see Carter run into the hall after the sprinting kid. "Time of death, 00:28," Pratt says melodramatically, as we see Carter stare after the boy, who escapes from the hospital in slow motion and knocks over a cart for good measure. We fade to black feeling kind of sorry for his mother's wig, which a week ago had two sons and now has none, unless there's a few hiding under there.