Episode Report Card Heathen: B | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT If I Should Fall From Grace
By Heathen | Season 8 | Episode 7 | Aired on 11.07.2001
Dr. Robert "Clean Hands, Dirty Mind" Romano scrubs in for surgery. Elizabeth charges up to him and bellows the ultimate of blooper-reel lines: "Robert! Dale's doing my Whipple!" Be sure and Lysol yourself, then, Dale. If Mark was around, he'd summon all the machismo his sissy body can muster, march right up to Dale and deliver the most painful, devastating poke on the arm in the history of the putz kingdom. Romano notes that Dale is an arrogant asshole, sure, but a decent surgeon, and isn't that kettle over there just the blackest thing ever? Elizabeth thought she was back on rotation today, but Romano shoots her down. "I've complied with every insulting, demeaning request!" she rants, right down to taking a lie-detector test. Romano half-heartedly tries to appease her by noting the criminal investigation of last week has apparently been halted due to lack of evidence. "So what does that mean? 'We think you're killing your patients, we just can't prove it'?" she yells. Romano suggests that this doesn't have anything to do with her, but she bitterly insists that if he speaks the truth, she'd still be in the OR. Biting his lip a bit, Romano tells her to use the time to catch up on dictation and spend time with her baby. "Enjoy the down time," he smirks. But by now, Elizabeth has stopped paying attention...
...because she spied something in a room behind Romano. Bursting inside, she rails on Kit -- who's tending to one of her patients -- accusing her of injecting something into a central line. Kit is stunned. "It was clogged," she sputters. "I couldn't draw [blood]." Elizabeth snarls a promo-worthy "What did you inject into my patient?" and "Don't lie to me! I saw you!" and she might as well have come out and said, "Are you the Angel of Death?" because that's what the NBC promo department wanted us to think when it cut together last week's ad. Romano intervenes, and Kit reasserts that she was simply injecting eurochinase into the central line to bust a clot. "Where's the vial?" screams a frenzied Elizabeth. Romano just watched, amused, while she makes a complete ass of herself rooting around for the medicine bottle. Naturally, Elizabeth finds it, Kit is telling the truth, and the whole tantrum was for naught. Disgusted at that bitch nurse for not being a saboteur, Elizabeth throws down the bottle, mutters an insincere apology, and stalks out of the room.
Luka sits near David's bed, finishing up his examination. David brags that he spent twenty-five years in the Chicago police department, but never once fired his gun. "These are different times," he sighs. Really? Is there more call to shoot people these days? Hmm. Color me ignorant. Luka orders him to stay off the ankle and keep it elevated, and promises a lesson in crutches from one of the nurses. Haleh pokes her head into the room. "Jeremy's mother's here," she says.
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