Trauma Center

Goddamn it! Careful.

It's gotta be here somewhere.

Give me your knife.

Damn it!

We're in business.

Let's go.

And this is for you, asshole.

- Here's for you. - Thank you.

- Here's for you. - Gracias.

Your dessert, sir.

What is this?

The special pie you ordered.

Apple pie. I ordered apple pie.

I'll fix that right away for you, sir. Sorry.

- Hey. - Oh. Hey.

So, are you coming tonight?

Dude, she's not your mom. She can't tell you what to do.

She's not gonna even know. Besides...

I raided my parents' cabinet.

We'll have real fun tonight.

I'll see if I can sneak out.

Hey, girl. You good?

Yeah. Sorry. Just daydreaming.

How's she treating you?

She's a good kid. There's no problems.

She hates me.

Well, you're her sister. That's her job.

Everything's gonna be okay, Maddie.

But she's going through a really hard time right now, you know.

I don't know why I said that. Of course you know.

All right.

What's that?

It's pie. You eat it.

You're welcome.

Honey, you know you can talk to me.

Like he did?

The customer? Honey, some people are just rude.

He's an asshole.

- Don't use that language, honey. - Why not?

'Cause you don't?

Maybe we shouldn't have moved here.

Maybe you should quit this crappy job where assholes get to push you around...

Somebody has to pay the bills, Emmy.

I want to go home.

- Okay. My shift is nearly over. - Oh, come on.

I'm already a teenager. I can take care of myself.

- You're 16. - Whatever.

Lori is 16, and she can do whatever she wants.

She is not you.

Well, you're not Mom.

Okay, let me get you some milk.

Finish your homework.

Hey, you okay?

Emmy.

Emmy, you okay?

Hey.

Where's your inhaler?

- It's at home. - It's okay.

It's okay.

We got bigger problems than your face.

This thing needs a pass code.

Well, what about this?

I don't know. Toss it. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

About that phone...

Good thing I got an app for that.

Boom, boom...

Unlocked.

The hell? All this shit's in code.

Nothing but initials.

Look.

You see? There.

He sent the message to a 596 prefix.

- That's the police department. - Fuck!

Motherfucking snitch!

What's it say?

I don't know. It's just an address. Maybe a meeting spot.

We need to find him

before that son of a bitch lets them know where we are.

Maybe we should let him.

What?

Look, I'm gonna send him a new meeting spot.

That way, we don't have to find him. He'll find us.

Hey, Steve.

Lieutenant, come on.

- I'm ignoring you, Tony. - Not today, Steve.

What are you, my stalker? I just finished a double. Can't this wait?

It can't. I just got a text from Gonzales, our Cl in the flatlands.

Jimmy fucking Gonzo?

It doesn't make sense.

I talked to him today.

He said he was going radio silent.

He's not radio silent. He just sent me a text to a meeting place.

And why was he going off-grid?

- He wanted to lie low. - Do you believe him?

Of course not. He's a dealer and a CI.

Paranoia is his second nature.

He reached out. Maybe it's an emergency.

Maybe.

Yeah, maybe he was really made.

Well, we need to check it out, Steve.

You check out the meeting.

I'm gonna run by his place.

I'm sorry, Doctor. I had no idea that she had left it at home.

You've got to double-check. This is the third time she's been in this month.

Uh, yes. No, I'm sorry. I won't let it happen again.

Your sister's young.

Too much excitement or trauma can make her hyperventilate.

That will trigger the asthma.

The more mature she is, the less prone she'll be to triggering these attacks.

- Until then, she depends on you. Okay? - Yes.

So how are you doing? Are you enjoying Puerto Rico?

- Yeah. - Keeping busy? Work?

I just want you to know, if you're overwhelmed,

you need someone to speak to, we've got professionals here.

Thank you, Doctor. I'm good. I just want to make sure my sister's okay.

This is stupid.

No, stupid is leaving your inhaler at home.

I hate it. All the other kids make fun of me because of it.

Why do they make fun of you?

They're kids. What kids do.

- When do we get to go home? - They want to keep you overnight.

Again?

Yeah.

Stay with me.

Honey, I can't. I've got to get back to work.

Visiting hours are already over, and I've gotta get back to my second shift.

I don't want to stay here alone.

You'll be okay. I'll be back in the morning, and you've got this.

Hey. Hey, hey.

Please?

Honey, I... Honey, I can't.

Just because you hate hospitals.

Nobody likes hospitals.

Except maybe sick people.

Sick people hate them the most.

- Maddie, is she okay? - Hey.

Yeah, she's fine.

Scaring the bejesus out of me.

Listen, I'm on my way.

Yeah, baby. No rush.

- Are you doing okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.

They're, uh... They're keeping her overnight.

And you're not gonna stay?

I don't know.

Just, after my mom's accident, it just...

Spending time in hospitals, you know?

Well, if you're not doing anything after your shift, come over to my place.

We could drink some boxed wine,

maybe watch some trash TV.

Okay. I'll see how I feel.

God! When did I get so old?

Oh, I feel the same way.

But all right. I'll see you in a little bit.

Thanks, honey. Bye.

Goddamn it!

Open up, Jimmy. It's me.

Jimmy!

Come on! Get off your ass!

Oh, fuck. Jesus Christ.

Hello. We are not available now. Please...

Oh, shit.

Come on, pick up, goddamn it.

Pick up, I...

Get out of there!

Get out of there! It's a setup!

Pierce, we gotta go.

Go.

We gotta go now!

Oh! Hey, stop.

Stop!

Oh!

Oh, fuck!

Oh, no.

Oh, Christ.

Don't move. Don't move. You've got a gunshot wound.

Wait, what?

You're gonna be okay, honey. What's your name? Do you know?

Madison Taylor.

Why are there cops?

Just standard procedure when someone's been shot, okay?

- Who's been shot? - You. But don't worry.

You're gonna be fine. You're gonna be okay.

Fractured clavicle, grazed liver.

Biggest complication was the blood loss.

It took four units to try to stabilize him.

I'm sorry, Detective.

Have you guys gotten the guys who did this?

Not yet.

Where's the girl?

What the hell were you thinking?

I saw a witness. What the hell do you want me to do?

Your gun. Your gun!

Do you realize what type of mess we're in?

I didn't see any solutions flying out of your ass.

Your ballistics are in the system!

We need that bullet.

Now what?

We find her and lose her.

Now, this...

this is the bullet buried in your thigh muscle,