Grey's Anatomy

As surgeons, we rely on cycles.

Heartbeats.

Cell regeneration.

Circadian rhythms.

We know something's wrong when the cycle is broken.

Our duty is to fix it.

To force the cogs back in line.

Sorry, sir! Morning, sir!

But that break can also be useful, like a warning shot.

Beth, please. I know.

Y-Yeah, my leave was canceled. I...

Don't cry. I will make this up to you, I promise.

She's got that vice grip so tight,

his testicles are about to pop off.

How you holding up?

Well, considering that today decides

my entire military future? Medium.

You're a shoo-in.

I think I'd rather focus on my brother's pathetic love life.

- Hey, that was an endearing conversation. - How's everything at home?

All right. Let's focus on getting this stuff loaded.

We need to be in Fallujah at 0700.

I'd like to be less uptight by 0700.

Okay. Save it. The colonel's coming. Where the hell is Riggs?

He was on call last night. I'll get him.

Owen. Owen.

Owen!

Are you okay?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm okay.

It's... It's not really goodbye.

I mean, Los Angeles is a two-hour flight,

so you can see her whenever you want.

Yeah.

How 'bout I make us dinner tonight?

Well, that would be... nice.

Hey! I'm getting on the road now.

How long till you're here?

Uh, it's... it's a long drive.

Well, if you drive faster, will you get here sooner?

Just help Nathan get everything ready,

and you won't even notice the time.

Aah! Son of a...

Doubt it.

Kisses, my sweet boy.

Hey, will you give Nate the phone?

Oh. Thanks, buddy.

- Hey, baby, how's it going? - How's he doing?

God. This has got to be totally overwhelming for him.

No, no, no. We're... We're having a blast.

And you got his fan, right?

I mean, he cannot sleep without his fan.

Uh, fan. Fan. Uh...

Well, I'm not sure if...

Oh, yeah. We got it.

Okay.

Now we just got to figure out how to put it together.

What was that?

Uh, uh, I don't know.

I didn't... I didn't hear anything.

Did you hear anything, Farouk?

The door falling!

Shh. No. No, he didn't... He didn't hear anything, either.

Mm-hmm.

- Incoming! - Aah!

You're gonna kill me one of these days.

Oh, you love it.

So, are we done fighting?

You tell me.

Come here.

- We're going to Fallujah. - Hmm?

We're going to Fallujah!

- Mnh-mnh. - Uh-huh.

I prefer the relative safety of Baghdad...

and this bed.

No. No. I can't be late. I can't be late. Not today.

Oh, right. Your thing.

The, um, the strack? The strap? Strack?

Strat! As in stratification.

As in if I don't get ranked number one,

I can kiss slight surgeon goodbye, so...

You weren't supposed to find that.

I know it's not exactly a ring, but, as I recall,

you... you lost your class ring in the surgical sink, so...

Not a ring?

Don't you dare do the thing, unless you are doing the thing.

Oh, my God. You are doing it.

- Megan Eloise Hunt, will you... - Yes!!

Yes. Yes.

Let's go!

Come on! What kept you?!

I said yes!

- What?! - Aah!

And I asked her to marry me!

- Aah! Congratulations! - About time!

Mwah!

Oh, wait. Look. Look, look.

Wow! An engagement necklace?

Wow. That's interesting.

Yeah, well, she loses everything that's not tied to her, so...

Malibu... it's too far away, and it's too snooty.

You're gonna hate it. And Seattle has beaches.

Freezing-cold beaches. Not the same.

Nathan found a job yet?

He will.

And if he doesn't, I'm sure I could find some pole work.

- Megan. - I will come home for Christmas.

And you'll come visit me a lot,

which will be so good for you because, you know...

the sun.

I'll miss you, Eeyore.

Come here.

- Okay. - Okay.

Bye.

Colonel's convoy inbound.

All right, gents. Chins up, backs straight.

Stand with dignity, not sloppiness.

I'm talking to you, Sergeant!

Yes, sir, Major Diamond, sir!

I just don't want to be ranked last.

Tubs failed his PT test. He's last.

We're all gunning for second place anyway.

You know Hunt's stratted number one.

The best will be first, so, yeah, you're right.

Wish my brother was the C.O.

Your mom could be C.O. and you'd still be last.

At-ten-hut!

At ease.

Excellent work, Major Hunt.

Before I get started on this tour,

let's get to what you all really want to know...

my strat rankings.

It was a difficult decision,

but join me in congratulating Lieutenant John Matthews.

Talon 1 to Sparrow. We have an emergency inbound. Copy?

Talon 1, copy that.

Marine FOB Ace Hole reports two active shooters.

We have four KIA and 20 wounded headed your way.

Copy that. We'll be ready. Out.

All surgeons on deck! Frontload supplies! Fall out!

- What are you doing? - I'm coming with you.

What?

Road trip.

Are you serious?

You said you wanted to beat traffic.

What are you waiting for? Drive!

Are you sure about this? I can just drop you at the corner.

- Shut up. I love road trips. - Since when?

- Since we were kids. - Roadtripping with Mom and Dad.

You used to hate those trips!

We... We would fight so much

that Mom and Dad would threaten to leave us at a gas station.

Well, fortunately, we're grown-ups now.

How do you work this radio?

I'm just saying... I don't need a babysitter.

I am not a babysitter, I'm a copilot.

Here to ensure you don't fall asleep,

swerve off a cliff to a fiery death.

We're driving straight through. No detours.

- Whatever you say. - I'm just along for the ride.

Superficial laceration.

See that nurse over there for steri-strips.

Matthews is top strat? What the hell happened?

- The Colonel has the final say. Go. - How hard did you push?

Did you tell him that I was CGO of the year?

Of course! You know how political these things are.

I'm never gonna get flight-surgeon training now.

- Okay, let's go. - Come on, guys! Come on through!

- PFC Tyler Budreaux. - Pulse 90s, BP 100s over 50s.

I'd salute you, sir, but I can't feel my arm.

What happened out there?

Two of the Iraqi allies went rogue. Opened fire.

Tyler pushed people out of the way.

You're looking at a freakin' American hero, sir.

I really do need my arm, sir.

We're gonna do everything we can.

Hang two grams of cefazolin and get him prepped for the O.R.

Stop! Stop! She doesn't... Wait! Stop!

Don't touch her! She doesn't want to be touched by men!

Hey, listen. I got this. You go.

Hey, hey, I got it. Here. Get out of the way.

"GSW upper right chest. Diminished breathing sounds."

She needs a chest tube.

All right. Let me take a look.

- Where do you want him? - Shrapnel wound. Pre-op.

What do we have?

Nadir al-Jabouri. Multiple GSWs to the torso.

Perp believed to be the second shooter.

And he's still alive?

Unfortunately. You treat that woman well.

'Cause she saved everyone's ass!

Tried to wrestle his gun from him.

He needs an ex lap. O.R. ASAP. Let's go.

- Nathan, scrub in with me? - You got it.

Let's go! Let's go!

We'll make your bed a racecar,

so you can go really fast in your dreams.

A race car?

Yeah, you know, like NASCAR or Formula 1?

It's a car that goes really, really fast.

- My bed? - Trust me, it's cool.