Tonight's Morse code message is, "After-party at Hawkins's house!"
Med Center. Bullet wounds everywhere, which means Kenchy! Yay! Mom --clearly harassed and upset -- runs around tending to the wounded. I'm really happy to see Bill walk in with a wound. However, giving it some thought, he probably shot himself. Gray gives Mom his version of the events: the New Bernies tried to steal their salt, and there was a shootout. Mom "oh my god"s over Harry and his leg and promises that he's going to be okay. Bill tells Mom that he doesn't need her help right now and chases Gray down the hall saying, "We shouldn't be patching those guys up; we should be arresting them! They opened fire on us!" Where was Jimmy when all of this was going down? I miss his bumbling yet pacifying presence. He's remarkably soothing. Surprisingly, Gray yells back at Bill that they don't know who shot first: "I'll get to an investigation, but right now we gotta make sure that people don't die!" Speaking of dying, Mom freaks when she looks at a stomach wound and says in a Voice Fraught With Significance, "Get him to Kenchy. Now." Kenchy! Yay! (Okay, where THE HELL is Kenchy?) Frodale helps a limping Skylar to a bench and then bellows belligerently for ice as if she's the only one hurt. Even though Skylar insists she's okay, Frodale takes off -- probably to threaten people with his gun until they help his girlfriend.
Skylar hobbles over to check on Harry. Mrs. Carmichael loses her shit all over Skylar and sneers that Skylar only cares about herself and her boyfriend and the rest of them can go to hell, adding, "Wouldn't your father be proud?" Skylar doesn't know what that's supposed to mean, but Mom arrives to guide her away, explaining, "She's nervous." That may be, but thank God someone finally told the Salt Princess what everyone thinks of her and her dead-eyed Hobbit. Mary and Emily dart in and ask how they can help. Mary hands over the antiseptic she's been working on, which Mom takes with a brief "thanks" and bangs on a counter far too close to a lantern for my comfort. Mom sends Emily off to learn how to do charts and then looks at Mary, who stupidly asks, "What is this going to mean for Eric?" Barwench, this is NOT the time. Mom doesn't know and tries to charge away, but Mary nips at her heels, yelping, "Haven't you heard anything?" See, this is infuriating for a few reasons. One, look around you at all the blood. Two, look at all the bullet wounds. Three, look around you at ALL the BLOOD! Asking about Eric and worrying his nurse-mother, distracting her from, oh I don't know, STAUNCHING all that blood, is really not cool. Mom says -- more calmly than I was expecting -- that Mayor Dad is working on it, but what she could use is a roll of bandages and some gauze. FOR THE BLOOD! "They're on the cart next to the ultrasound," Mom gestures. "Okay, I just don't know what that looks like," Mary says nervously, flinging out her hands. Mom sighs, rolls her eyes, and charges off to do it herself. Mary looks at Emily who shrugs. Because she's a helpful teacher.