And, oh, there's the money: sweaty, panting Luka. He's calling Carter from the Congo to beg for help -- one doctor got evacuated, and another is detained because of visa trouble. Luka still harbors the notion that Carter has State Department contacts that can finesse the situation, but sadly, the only finesse Carter has comes in a blue bottle. Carter chuckles mirthlessly that his family friend used to be the Ambassador to Uruguay, but that Carter has never even met him; Luka still wishes Carter would put in the call. As Carter watches the mourners pay respects to the dead Zuin-an, he listens to Luka talking about the cholera epidemic and the refugees and the immigration problems. A lightbulb flickers on over Carter's head: He too could become a Buddhist nun, and shave his head, and carry percussion instruments with him in case rhythmic chanting is required. But Luka's voice interrupts the glories of this daydream, so Carter offers to pitch in for a few weeks, having had his shots and being in possession of a valid visa. Luka is happy to hear it, but they get disconnected, and my dose of sweaty satisfaction is over.
Mr. Dressler still hasn't made it up to the cath lab, and now he's in arrest. Carter is furious that no one helped him sooner, and Malik defensively tells him that the cath lab staffers weren't sitting around playing drinking darts all this time -- they were busy, and they said so. They bag Dressler.
Pratt coos at the baby while he, Susan, and Abby examine him. The kid's fine, and Pratt's grinning at him like a complete goofball. It's actually kind of cute, mostly because Rex the Wonder Preemie vacated the premises to go tapdance on Mr. Dressler's ticker, requiring that the show put a real baby in his infamous place. And the baby is google-worthy. "He's a screamer," he grins. "Wouldn't you be? Ripped from your mother's womb by some lunatic?" Susan tsks. "Hell of a way to come into the world," Abby nods. Yeah, but the kid won't remember it. Not to minimize the trauma, but seriously, the kid won't know the difference, whereas I'm pretty sure Mia will not soon forget the sensation of being given an under-the-bleachers C-section. Pratt takes over and decides to bring the baby up to Mia. Abby and Susan shoot him amused grins, so he stiffens and makes up a bogus medical reason why he should be the one to carry the little tyke up there. Pratt practically skips away singing about the wonders of life.