“I’m sorry, I don’t know why we’re doing this.”
Me neither, to be honest. Of all the framing devices they could have used to tell the story of how REDACTED died, an internal panel / witch-hunt apparently taking place a few days after the murder of one member of hospital staff and the attempted rape and murder of another, conducted by the boyfriend of the deceased, with no Union reps or lawyers or police or anyone impartial at all in charge seems a bizarre choice, but there you go.
While I wouldn’t have gone for any sort of flashback device myself, however – let alone one that broke every rule of logic and human resources there is – once I got beyond the general idea, the episode itself was well-plotted, beautifully acted and, for the most part, pretty compelling. I’m not sure it needed all that relationship drama thrown in as well, though. Christa’s random tiff with Neal came out of nowhere for no real reason but, in fairness, at least it was dealt with briefly and decisively (I hope) so didn’t really detract from the main story. The introduction of yet another arrogant jerk into the already asshat-centric Mario and Heather relationship wasn’t quite so forgivable, unfortunately. Surgeon Campbell is very handsome, true, but he’s also self-righteous, rude and determined to blame everyone else for everything. Heather certainly has a type, huh?