Next, Carlos asks Alex, the female firefighter, why she got into her job. Turns out that she was just getting back at her dad, a multi-generation firefighter who had told her she would never be successful. So for her, it's not about compassion either: it's about spite. Carlos also deduces that she doesn't really care about people trapped in fires: she's just an adrenaline junkie. Interesting theory. "Labels are so misleading," she says, and then talks about how rocky road ice cream isn't really "rocky road." This is not terribly inspired TV writing, I'm afraid to say.
In the ambulance, Carlos tries to start a conversation with Doc about what Doc is reading in the newspaper. Doc gives one-word answers, clearly not in the mood to talk to Little Compassionate Boy Lost. Doc asks what's going on. Carlos complains that he can never have a conversation with Doc. Doc complains that Carlos always squirms whenever they have a long conversation. "Am I really that bad?" Carlos asks. He says he doesn't have good people skills and wants Doc to teach him how to care more. Doc chuckles. "This is not funny to me," Carlos says, and asks Doc to help. "You just used the word 'me' four times in five seconds," Doc says. He points out that Carlos needs to stop thinking of himself and start thinking of other people. He tells Carlos about a volunteer opportunity to clear out abandoned tenements. Carlos says he's down for it, but doesn't want to get up so early. Oh, man, you just know this isn't gonna work.
Next thing we see is a nasty toilet being thrown out the window of a broken down building. If that isn't a metaphor for this episode, I don't know what is. Doc is having a Miller Time moment with another guy, talking about how great it is to get out your aggressions and use destructive force for positive change. He's interrupted by yelling, and the two destructo-buddies discover Carlos arguing with a homeless man who wants to take the toilet with him. The homeless man, who looks vaguely like a Klingon, is hugging the toilet. Carlos is wielding a ball peen hammer at the poor guy. Doc gets involved and tells Carlos it's fine. Carlos argues that it's their building to clear out, so the toilet is their property. "What a homeless guy gonna do with a toilet?" Carlos asks. Does he really need an answer for that, or is he truly that stupid? Doc yells. Carlos yells. Tempers flare. Doc declares that Carlos is hopeless. He just doesn't give a damn. Oh, and Carlos hit on a volunteer, too. "I'm startin' to think I'm beyond help, too," Carlos says, as Doc is walking away. Suddenly, Carlos is all sad. Tinkly music plays. Doc returns. "Carlos, it's not magic," he says. And he tells Carlos that if he wants to be compassionate, to put himself second. The rest, he says, will take care of itself. Carlos gets a commercial to think about it.