Flash to the hallway where Mama is going to get the news. The doctor approaches in slow motion, his sneakers slamming on the floor. He says something, but we don't hear any dialogue. This is the second brilliant sequence in the episode (the first being the empty exam room scene). Strangely, the closed captioning reveals the silent dialogue, which is the doctor telling Bobby's mom that Bobby's heart arrested several times and his brain was without oxygen for ten minutes. He's on life support, but it's doing no good. She asks how long he has to stay on that until he wakes up. She asks again when he's going to wake up. Kim takes her aside to explain what's going on. Bobby's mother breaks down, falls on the floor, and wails silently. Carlos approaches the doctor and makes some hand gestures, looking angry. The doctor walks off, apparently disgusted with Carlos. Kim comforts Mama. We pull back slowly, inexorably down the hall from the scene. It's a beautiful, sad shot.
Commercials. I don't know how it happened, but Enya and I are on the futon, hugging and crying softly on each other's shoulders. "En," I whisper, "don't worry. We're gonna get through this." "Aye," she answers. Brave girl, that one.
Boxing ring. Bobby and Papa are standing in a corner, chatting. Bobby complains that he didn't get to do all the things he wanted to do. Papa says he helped people and saved lives. "I don't have kids," Bobby says. Oh, it's all about you, isn't it, Death Boy? Papa says that Bobby already raised a family -- his family. Negligent bastard. Bobby asks if they'll be okay. Papa says that with Bobby as their father (cough, cough), why wouldn't they? "You'll be with me?" Bobby asks. Papa asks if that's what Bobby wants. "I'd like that very much," he answers. Scene whites out.
Bobby is in bed, dead. A priest is over him giving Last Rites. Kim is outside the door in profile, looking like Zombie Doc. Jimmy suddenly appears, mentally calculating how he can turn this into a situation where he gets laid. "Kim?" he asks. She doesn't answer. He says he'll take Joey and have a talk with him. "I'm sorry, Kim," he says. "Me too," she says, quietly, never looking at him.
Ambulance. Carlos is scrubbing the bloody floor. He says it's dry and they should have cleaned it before it dried out, making it hard to clean. "Carlos," Doc begins, clearly sensing the psychosis here. Carlos scrubs. "We got him here -- that's the most important thing, right?" Doc offers coffee, but Carlos has had too much. Carlos says he was right earlier: Not many people make it when their chests are cracked open. Doc tries to draw him out. Carlos keeps scrubbing, and mentions his ability for determining when people won't survive. "It's not gonna come up," he says finally. Doc stops him: "Carlos. We'll clean it up later." Carlos snaps out of his little macabre fugue and says, "Uh? Oh. Okay. Okay." Out, out damn spot, and all that. Get thee to a mental ward, Carlos. Doc looks pretty concerned. You know, Carlos finally shows a human side. Who knew?