E.R. · Season 12
Well, if it isn't the "Hatchet Lady." Which beloved employee are you axing today?
Stick a sock in it, Frank.
I'm sending Haleh her last check. You want to include a note?
Haleh was Eve's idea, Frank! I was just following orders.
That's what Himmler said.
This department needs a lot of work.
Yeah, it needs a kick in the ass.
...Mad about something?
[angrily]) What do you think?
Yes. But I didn't need to go to the debriefing-
Yeah, I don't care about that!
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about you and Clemente! And... whatever is going on between the two of you! If you want to get into a pissing match with him, that's fine, just leave me out of it!
He was wrong!
And that's the most important thing, isn't it? He was wrong, and you were right. [pause, tearfully] And while you were arguing about it, the little girl died. As if she hadn't suffered enough. [pause, Luka stares at her] God, she was ten years old, Luka! And he had her for months! And, I just... I just cant-stop-thinking about what she must have gone through, and how afraid she must have been... and I can't stop thinking about why we couldn't save her! I just...
[She breaks off. Luka watches for a moment, then approaches, takes Abby's face in his hands, and kisses her.]
Heard from Gallant?
Not yet. He got stuck.
He's still coming home, right?
Not at the moment.
Oh, that's cool. [Neela gives Ray a funny look, and he hastily retracts] I mean, too - too bad. But, uh... maybe I can come home now?
No.
No?!
It's actually quite nice without you. That smell hasn't been there since you've been gone.
But it's my place!
Got another run, Mayday.
You can come back on the following conditions: no more dirty dishes in the sink, and no more using the couch as your clothes hamper.
Didn't I let you move in? [Neela looks at him pointedly] Okay, fine. Done deal. I'm on graveyard, I'll be back in the morning.
Haleh?
Sam called. Good thing too. It's been over two weeks and my husband was driving me crazy.
[Ray and Pratt talk about Neela while they work together with Sam to try to save Adrian]
Clear. Ah.
Still V-fib. When's the last time you saw her?
I told you, we were a block apart. Resuming compressions. Amiodarone's onboard?
Five minutes ago. You should've kept an eye on her.
Pronestyl drip?
Infusing.
What, you think you could've done better?
I wouldn't have let her go into a burning building, and I sure as hell wouldn't have left her there.
Today was so... terrifying... and amazing. There was no labs, no x-rays, no rapid infusors or cut down trays, just me. Maybe it's the adrenaline, but I feel high. I need to go back out.
Sounds like I need to call for a psych consult.
[arguing with Neela trying to get her to stay at the hospital after smoke inhalation] Is there anything, anything I can say to get you to stay?
I don't think so.
I slept with Luka!
Yeah, nice try.
[indicating the discussion between Weaver, Kovač and Clemente] Yo, Frank- que pasa?
I think they're talking about you.
What?
Weaver kickin' their butts is my guess.
Yeah, she's gonna kick their butts right out of here if they don't stop yapping at each other.
Isn't one of them gonna be the new E.R. chief?
My money ain't on the nosebleed.
Nosebleed?
You miss just about everything, don't you?
So what happened?
Well, meet Glenda, my altered drunk head lac. While you guys were jerking each other off, she was busy bleeding into her head.
Dr. Kovac.
[grinning] Dr. Lockhart.
Luka, there's something not right about Glenda.
Hey, that sounds like a movie: "There's Something Not Right About Glenda", like "Invasion of the Body Snatchers," shaky camera and stuff.
Morris.
How was your little sit-down with Weaver this morning?
Ah, she was telling me and Dr. Clemente how charming we are.
Oh really?
What, you don't think I'm charming? [grins]
[grins] I think you're extremely charming. I just also think that...
[Glenda interrupts with sudden movements]
Whoa. Ah... She was telling us that we have to get along better, you know, be better impression to our residents and be more agreeable.
Hm. Well, that's a lot to ask.
What, you don't think I'm agreeable?
I think you're agreeable, yeah.
[smiles] Yeah, you still think I'm full of sh... [Glenda smacks Abby in the head]
Ow!
Dr. Gallant, I'd like to offer my services in officiating at your nuptials.
What?
I'm a Universal Life Minister- I can marry you and Neela.
Jer, I think they're looking for something legal.
It's completely legal! I've married lots of people.
[grins] So, what- what, are you, like 'Reverend Jerry'?
[annoyed] Actually, I go by 'Father Superior.'
[enters the hospital in a Santa hat, distributing presents] Ho-ho!
Well, well, look what the reindeer dragged in.
[pulls a new scarf out of the bag] This is for you, Frank.
Wow! Last time I got a present in this hospital was when that helicopter fell on Romano!
[at Haleh's Christmas choir tryouts] You remember Debbie Allen from Fame?
Yeah.
Well, Haleh makes her look like Mother Teresa.
Next!
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