Episode Report Card Heathen: D+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Chaos Theory
By Heathen | Season 9 | Episode 1 | Aired on 09.25.2002
Abby throws her timecard in front of Weaver. “What is this?” Weaver asks, perplexed. Abby announces she’s billing the hospital for two straight weeks of overtime. Weaver shoots her the most withering of all withering stares. “What, you think I’m kidding?” Abby deadpans. I don’t know. It’s kind of a silly scene unless you buy that Abby was ribbing her back on Pratt’s behalf. And even then, it’s not stellar.
Carter gets his clearance from the health department, and Chen enters to take her final tests. Before he leaves, Carter grabs Lutz, the department representative, and quietly asks whether the disease was natural or engineered. “The system worked,” Lutz replies. Carter snorts. “So you’re not going to tell us,” he realizes. Lutz smiles and sends him packing. He offers a friendly goodbye to “Deb” before he leaves. On his way out, Carter passes Susan at the desk and comments on her orange tan. “I went to Barbados,” she confesses. “I had two weeks, what else was I supposed to do?” Carter rolls his eyes and leaves just as things are beginning to tick. Frank announces that it’s 5:59 a.m. Weaver stands next to him, staring absently into thin air. “Then we’re open,” she breathes, expressionless. Frank grabs a donut, and the sound of the phone ringing smack at 6 a.m. snaps Weaver out of her reverie.
When he exits, Carter spies Adam and his family leaving. Abby is with them, smiling and waving goodbye. Carter stares at her, and she smiles. “[The parents] look better,” Carter observes. “Maybe they stopped blaming each other,” Abby wonders. She’s wearing a black shirt and fashion flip-flops (hate them), and I can’t figure out where and when she got them. Carter exhales and admits that even though he’s been there two weeks, he doesn’t actually want to go home. “Want breakfast?” he asks. He walks out of the frame and Abby stares after him. “No,” she says, a glint in her eye.
Elizabeth stands on the roof of the hospital. Tower Bridge looms over her shoulder, totally improbably close to her. “Not thinking of jumping?” her father asks, teasingly, gingerly stepping out onto the patio. Elizabeth smiles ruefully and explains that the doctors in Chicago often take refuge on the roof when things go awry, and it’s a habit she can’t break. “Glad everything there isn’t perfect,” he sniffs. “I was beginning to develop an inferiority complex.” Elizabeth bows her head a tad. Her father asks if she’s homesick; she shrugs helplessly, lost. “Yes, you do,” he says. “What?” she asks. “Have a home,” he reassures her. “You can’t bring yourself to sell it, I understand.” Elizabeth tries to change the subject, but her father winds it back to a really long-winded story about how Elizabeth always had a rebellious streak, and he realized that was true when she got in trouble at school for climbing trees. I don’t know, I didn’t write it. Tower Bridge actually just got up and left. “You were an unbridled spirit from the womb,” he grins lovingly. Elizabeth shakes her head, confused. “I don’t know what to do,” she whispers. Her father reaches for her, and they hug as Ode to Go Back Where You Came From swells in the background.
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