Carter walks up to the desk behind Happy Gilmore's Grandma. She didn't die. Whatever. Speaking of people who won't be dying for a while, Rena shows up. She says she was looking for him and asks whether he's off soon. He indicates a pile of charts in his arms and says he has a couple of hours' worth of chores to finish up. She asks whether he can do it over garlic noodles. Um. You've already had two dates in two days. Ease up on the throttle, there, Needy McClurg. Carter quietly says that he can't. She tries to jolly him along by saying that she'll get takeout and a bottle of wine; he says that he doesn't drink, and that it's illegal for her to purchase alcohol. Burn! She can't believe he's coming back to the age thing again. Carter says he likes her a lot, and she concludes, "You wish I was older." He doesn't deny it. She says she guesses she should enjoy this while it lasts. He says he's sorry, but she tells him it's okay: "I'm young. We heal fast." Oh, WHATEVER. She says that she'll see him around, and books.
Weaver crutches into a conference room where Romano, Donald "Tubby McFats" Anspaugh, and Mitchell are all waiting for her. Anspaugh and Romano are seated next to each other at the table; Weaver and Mitchell both stand. Romano delivers a brief opening smarm before cutting to the chase: he summarizes the situation by saying that Mitchell recently had a momentary lapse in judgment. "I take offense to that," she says curtly. "Really? Well, I take offense to you having come out to your patient, which was grossly inappropriate." Anspaugh jumps in to defend Mitchell as an asset to her department, and to the hospital: "I think that her instincts were correct, and her intentions very honorable, considering the situation." Romano allows that her action may have been honorable, but opines that it was also stupid. Mitchell glances at Weaver as Romano and Anspaugh bicker back and forth a bit; for a moment, Weaver flicks her eyes over to Mitchell, but she's too much of a coward to hold her gaze and goes back to staring at Romano as Anspaugh says, essentially, that unstable patients falsely accuse doctors of all kinds of crazy shit all the time: "I had a guy today, blamed me for hypnotizing him in order to drink his blood." Ha! Romano says that the difference is that Anspaugh isn't actually a vampire, whereas Mitchell is actually a lesbian. Mitchell, her voice breaking slightly, says that she's never hidden her sexual orientation from the hospital administration, nor from her colleagues. Romano adds that she hasn't, apparently, hidden it from her patients, either, wherein lies the problem. Mitchell calls him on his equating homosexuality with pedophilia, and, hey! Despite what you may have heard, they're not the same. Romano makes a face, and suggests putting Mitchell on administrative leave pending a criminal hearing. Anspaugh says he thinks that's premature, but Romano argues that it's pre-emptive, and that if there are no criminal charges, Mitchell may come directly back to work having learned a lesson. Mitchell glares, and says nothing. Romano asks, "Do you have anything to add, Dr. Weaver, considering that you are one of them?" "Them?" Weaver repeats faintly, as the colour drains from her face. Romano clarifies that he meant she is a female physician dealing with female patients." "No," Weaver says, and then continues, in a tiny, feeble, halting voice, "Yes. I think that Dr. Legaspi is a wonderful doctor, and I don't think that she did any of the things that she's accused of doing." Mitchell sadly looks down. Romano sarcastically says that she was very convincing, and asks her to remind him never to ask her to testify on his own behalf. He and Anspaugh get up. Romano leaves out one door, and as Mitchell gathers her things, Anspaugh kindly tells Mitchell, "Pay no attention to him. This, too, will pass." Anspaugh leaves.
As soon as they're alone, Weaver meekly says, "I'm sorry. Kim --" Mitchell, disgusted, is already on the move, and Weaver hurries after her, imploring her -- as quietly as she can while still being audible -- to stop. Mitchell presses the elevator and spins around as Weaver asks that they get out of the hospital and "talk about this." Mitchell shakes her head and says, "There's really nothing to talk about." Weaver squeaks, "What did you expect me to say? I am so sorry, Kim!" Mitchell nods, "Me, too. Go back to your life, Kerry." Both are crying now as Weaver begs, "No, don't! You can't do this! We have something good!" Mitchell whispers, "What? What do we have? A relationship that you're ashamed to acknowledge in public?" Yeah, and about that? Everyone at the desk is watching you standing really close together and arguing throatily and everyone in the hospital is going to know about your relationship by the time you get to your car, Weaver -- not because it's such a huge deal that you two are gay and that you're getting it on, but because everyone loves a nice, juicy, office-affair meltdown. Weaver agrees, "I know! You're right! I wish I could be like you -- I wish I could be as confident and secure with this as you are, but I am not you! I have been on the outside my whole life, fighting for acceptance and respect and now you're asking me to do it all over again?" The elevator dings, and Mitchell replies, "I'm not asking you for anything." Nice line. And, true. And, ouch. She steps into the elevator, and Weaver begs, "Don't. Please. I need more time. I can't -- I can't do this right now. Please, Kim...." The elevator doors close, and Weaver stands alone.