The Night Shift

Previously on "The Night Shift"...

This is Agent Milo Osbourne of the D.E.A.

FBI's been tracking a small plane

that was flying low over the border,

carrying suspected smugglers.

- Anybody else on board? - This was the only guy.

I'll take that for evidence. How soon can I talk to him?

Hey, we have to stabilize him first, so just wait outside.

There's a chemical factory explosion in Selma.

This place is gonna be swamped in no time.

Where the hell are T.C. and Topher?

They should've been down here by now.

Why is this door locked?

- Come on! Hey! Get in here! - Oh, my God.

- Right there. Get against that wall. Right there. - Oh, God. Oh, God.

T.C., Topher, and Jordan are in a hostage situation.

Right now, it is on you.

You're gonna see some scary things tonight.

Know the patient is always more scared than you.

Landry, can you help with intake and assist 'em with triage?

Whatever you need. And, Drew, you got this.

- Oh, my God, Dwayne. - Hey! Stop it!

Think I'm playing, Doc?

It's almost go time. We're starting with flash bangs.

No!

- Toph? - Oh, God, Topher!

Topher.

Toph!

Topher, we got you, okay?

- We're here. - Come on, Toph.

Toph?

Come on, Toph! Stay with me, buddy!

It's okay, Topher. We got you.

Make some room!

Everybody, come on! Outta the way! Outta the way!

I know. I know!

- We will get to you. We'll get to you and you, yes. - Calm down.

- Yes, I know this is hard for everybody. - Please, lady. Come on.

- And I can only imagine what you are going through. - Lady, come on.

We are trying everything we can right now

to identify who is here.

The victims have been spread out across several hospitals.

So if you just bear with us,

the nurses will take down your information,

- and we will let you know what we know. Okay? - Wait!

- We need to know something! - How long?

- Okay, thank you. - I don't wanna stay here for nothin'!

- Come on, lady! You gotta give us more than that! - What a mess.

Yeah. Everybody needs an answer,

and I don't have it. How's Topher?

Not looking good.

T.C. is with him, and Scott's on his way in.

I just got off the phone with Dwayne's family.

They'll be here soon.

And when I'm done speaking with them,

I'll come back and I'll help you here.

Okay. Thanks. That'd be great.

Mr. Ragosa?

We've cleared everything.

- He's with the shooter right now. - Okay.

Wish it would've played out a bit differently.

Thank you for all your help.

I need 8 units of B-positive blood, typed and crossed.

Kenny, send a trauma panel and set up for intubation.

- Got it. - Did you call Scott?

He's on his way in, about 10 minutes out.

Someone needs to call his wife Janet. She needs to be here now.

- I'm on it. - Stay with me, buddy.

Grab me a central line kit.

Hand me a mac 3.

I can't help but think that...

maybe if I'd figured out what you were trying to say to me,

- I could've... - No, no, no, no. You... you couldn't have known.

Maybe Topher doesn't get shot

because you were trying to protect me.

Jordan, I was never gonna lose you.

The guy's a scumbag who shot Dwayne in cold blood.

You are not responsible for any of this.

- You understand? - Guys?

I know this is going to be awkward,

but the shooter needs medical attention.

- Screw him. - That's too bad.

- I know how you feel. I... - No, you don't.

You're right. I don't.

But we have to treat him.

Send Drew.

Drew is overwhelmed with the factory victims.

Paul and Krista are too inexperienced to do it alone.

Look, under normal circumstances,

I'd be sending you home, Jordan.

You're the attending. You have to do this.

I'm okay here. Scott's on his way in.

Just get it over and done with

and come back here.

Another factory victim?

Female with full-body second and third-degree burns.

B.P.'s 60 systolic. Oxygen is low.

Trauma 3 right here. Krista, Paul, you're with me.

Gave her a dose of morphine for the pain.

Okay, get ready.

Very careful, people. On my count.

One, two, three.

Paul, I need you to come with me.

Yeah.

- Hey. How's Toph? - Not good.

But T.C.'s with him, and Scott's on his way.

Let's go.

You gotta be kidding me!

Thank you.

It really hurts! My neck!

Yeah, I bet it does.

- It really hurts! - Shut up.

Detective Gonzalez, S.A.P.D.

You got anything I could feed my boss on Milo's condition?

Yeah.

It looks like a blunt trauma to the neck, zone 2.

From Dr. Callahan's struggle, right?

How did that go down?

He had a gun pointed at me. He was gonna take me with him.

T.C. stopped him.

Pretty ballsy guy to do that ... and a little reckless.

We were about to come in.

We didn't know you were out there.

What do you think?

I think T.C. did the right thing.

About this guy.

Right. Um...

We need a scan to look for a carotid artery injury.

He may need a stent or surgical repair.

Exactly. So get a scan of his neck.

If it comes back positive,

you put him in the queue for surgery.

But he has to wait.

- What? - Just to be clear, Doctor,

Milo here is gonna be a key witness

in a few other cases,

so it's very important that you keep him alive.

We needed Dwayne alive.

We need Topher alive.

And all of those people out there that did nothing

but got themselves caught in an explosion?

They need to be alive, too.

So he can wait behind the rest of them.

No.

Is she really the only doctor?

For those of you coming in to help,

thank you very much. Thank you.

Now I know you all are worried.

Okay? But Topher, he was wounded and he's in surgery.

And I'm very sad to inform you, but Dwayne...

He was shot. He didn't make it.

Again, this has been a brutal night, but it's not over.

Let's say a prayer for Dwayne and Topher,

and let's get back to what we have to do.

We'll get through this together. Thank you.

Jordan. You okay?

I'm fine. We'll talk later.

- What do we got? - Single G.S.W. to the abdomen.

Pressure's borderline.

F.A.S.T. scan revealed blood pooling behind his liver.

I suspect an I.V.C. injury.

- Ox pressure's dropping. - N... no time for a scan. He needs the O.R.

- Yep. - Systolic is down to 40. He must be bleeding.

- Type and cross for 8 units. - Come on, Topher. Hang in there.

We just gotta get the bullet out.

- Door. - Scott, I'll be scrubbing in with you.

- Somebody hit the elevator! - What happened?

- Everybody, move! - Get the elevator door!

Outta the way! Out... outta the way!

Let's go! Move!

Pressure's down to 60.

Still can't see what's bleeding.

Little more retraction, please.

Okay, I need you to place a running suture

right beneath my clamp there.

What a mess.

And, hey, Toph,

this son of a bitch here is my brother and platoon leader...

Captain Thad Callahan.

You forgot about tougher, cooler, better-looking,

kicked your ass a million times...

Placement's good. You can cut the suture now.

T.C.! T.C.!

- Yeah? - Suture.

Yeah, I got it. I got it.

Got it.

We have to identify patients

as soon as they've been admitted.

If the patient is unresponsive when they come in,

try to find some I.D.

Or anything that could help identify them to loved ones.

We're on it and we're cross-referencing

- with the other area hospitals. - Perfect.

Is there any word on Topher?

He's still in surgery.

I promise I'll make an announcement

- as soon as I hear anything. - Thanks.

I just checked in.

Still touch and go.

Hey, uh, shooter's scan came back positive.