"If I believed in crying at work, I would be tearing up. I'm thrilled!" Eleanor dances around, so happy to be able to give them, and Jackie and Kevin, something finally, and eventually sweeps Jackie into her arms. Which, of course, causes her back to flare up, so Eleanor regretfully puts her down again, promising they can split it any way they like: "I really want to get Fiona into private school," Jackie says, and Eleanor's like "Whatevs." I think at this point, honestly, Jackie is under the impression that this money is going to pay for Fiona's private school, and for the girls to eventually go to college. She honestly thinks that.

Which is one of the sad things about this moment, because you and I already know where this is headed, even if Jackie has decided she doesn't. The other sad thing is how happy Eleanor is, and how much she loves Jackie, and how happy her joy makes Jackie, for this moment where we're all agreed that this is what's actually going to happen. The third sad thing is the way you can instantly jump to the many different ways this could go up in flames, and how Jackie is purposefully not thinking that many steps ahead: She wants this money for her daughters.

Full moon! They wheel in a freely bleeding stab wound and O'Hara runs off, giggling and nearly tearing up despite herself, and Jackie feels a little weird, and Sam needles her for no reason -- "Kind of slow there, Jackie. Where's the hustle?" -- and to the empty space behind him she mutters, "Prepare to die." At the time I thought it was a weird little mom-type comment, intended to make us laugh, but she really does carry out this threat later.

And honestly, it was such an unnecessary, weird comment that it's annoying on multiple levels, because it only exists to ramp up their antagonism, which I would say is already covered: She doesn't hate him because he constantly criticizes her "hustle," she hates him because he is a living accusation and a constant threat. I would like it more if she decided to take him out based entirely on his earning his six months' chip.

In the trauma room, Sam's whining about how a guy peed on his shoes, but says it's okay because he's "riding a pink cloud." This titillates Thor on multiple levels, but he explains that it's an AA term for "good mood." Talk turns to hospital snacks in this episode, for the first time, and Coop takes the opportunity to bitch about how even after he "launched" a "killer campaign" to up the profile of All Saints, there's still nobody around to "take it to the next level." There is not a word in that statement that is even close to reality, but that's our Coop! "I'm like a shark, man. If I'm not moving, I'm dying." He wanders off making weird shark movements, and Thor and Sam are sort of befuddled by him. It has nothing to do with anything; Coop has nothing to do with anything.