The Night Shift

Dr. Callahan! It's good to see you.

You too, Bennett. Meet Paul cummings.

Hey.

Victim's over here.

Out of the way! Hey, coming through!

What do we got?

Jalen Dawson, 17. Wind knocked the crane over,

hit him on his head, rolled over onto his leg.

Clayton: No luck reaching his mom on her cell.

State patrol's heading to their house now.

Pupils are fixed and dilated.

Stop bagging.

T.C., no corneal reflex.

Is that bad?

This is Clayton Timmons. He owns the quarry.

This is Dr. Callahan and Dr. Cummings.

The blow to his head looks like it was too severe.

I'm sorry, but he's brain-dead.

He's not gonna make it. - You got to do something.

- I don't believe it. - Don't give up, man.

Ah, man.

Clayton: That's it?

You have to do something. He's just a kid.

I-I-i understand that this is hard to hear, all right?

But he suffered total and irreversible loss of brain function.

All we could do right now is make him as comfortable as possible

before he passes, okay?

I'm sorry, again.

It's gonna be an hour, maybe less.

He was leaving for Duke in two weeks. Damn shame.

T.C., he's young and healthy, major organs intact.

He could be a donor.

Right, maybe... maybe Brianna. Yeah.

And if not her, then somebody else.

Okay, Brianna. There you go.

Now you don't have to be stuck in that bed all day.

Thanks. Does it go back all the way?

Of course it does.

Up, down... I don't know. Press the buttons.

There you go.

Look at that.

It's not quite like a roller coaster,

but it will do for now.

I got more good news for you.

You got bumped up on the lung transplant list,

so you are in the top five.

That just means my lungs are getting worse.

I'm gonna have to go on a ventilator soon, right?

We'll figure it out, okay?

Listen, you've had eight potential donors in the past three weeks.

That's promising.

And none of them matched.

And the reason they didn't match was because you...

Because I have to match not only the blood type,

but six surface antigens.

It has to be perfect or they'll go to someone else who is perfect...

Which is never me.

You're too smart for your own good sometimes.

You know that?

Oh.

You got this.

Hey. Tee, what's going on?

I'm on scene with a brain-dead trauma victim...

Healthy, young college kid.

Listen... his family hasn't okayed him as a donor yet,

but Paul is drawing blood to check for a match.

Really? So you're bringing him in here?

Well, not yet.

He's pinned under a crane at a quarry.

But we're gonna send the blood over to you with a trooper.

Drew, don't get your hopes up.

It's a long shot.

They aren't.

Thanks.

So, it wasn't a rumor.

The hospital is really getting sold to Hobart insurance?

Not necessarily. They made a low-ball offer.

Hobart's ruthless.

They bought my cousin cherion's hospital in Tulsa.

They gutted the staff

and turned the er into a plastic surgery center.

We're screwed.

Not if we can get the county to take us over.

We have a great argument... only er for this community.

I'm banging on budgets to make the numbers work and save our jobs.

Thanks, toph. I'm not holding my breath.

All right, let's get him set up with ortho next week.

Yeah, you got it. Hey, Jordan.

Where's the gallstone patient you paged me about?

Trauma 3.

Hey, uh, I switched and got Saturday off.

I was thinking brunch.

Uh... Can't, jos.

Uh, I'm training clients all... all day.

May... maybe Sunday?

Yeah. Okay.

What?

That tone is the same tone

that I use on dates when I'm not interested.

I-I was good with netflix and chill,

but now it's all plans and brunch and...

Mm-hmm.

Then be honest with her, okay? End it.

Don't waste the woman's time.

It's not that simple, okay?

There's gonna be fallout in the workplace if you know what I mean.

And I know that you do.

- That was mean! -

they just gonna ignore me every step of the way, huh?!

I told you I do not want to come here! Sara: And I explained to you...

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on. What is going on? Sir!

18-year-old sent from dialysis with a clotted fistula.

Dad wanted to go somewhere else.

No, no, no! Not somewhere else, anywhere else!

Your doctor is the one who hit him!

Mr. Martin, Malik, my name is Dr. Alexand...

He knows who you are, all right?!

And so do I.

He's paralyzed. He's not stupid.

Malik?

Hell... hell no! No!

That bastard doesn't go anywhere near my son!

Okay, Malik's fistula is clotted.

He missed dialysis.

Well, then I need to put in a temporary catheter.

No, no! Anybody but him!

Mr. Martin, I'm sorry, but I'm the only surgeon here right now.

Okay. Dr. clemmens is right.

Without dialysis, his potassium levels will climb

and his heart could stop.

Let's get him to trauma 2.

Fine. But she goes in there, too.

The name is Jordan, and whatever you want.

Okay, we'll keep you updated on our end.

Okay, transplant team is mobilizing now.

Let's hope the mom gets here soon.

Yeah, his blood pressure's dropping, and here's the blood.

Okay.

Get this to Dr. drew alister, San Antonio memorial asap!

He's expecting it.

Young man: Help!

Somebody help!

Please! Ignore it.

Somebody! We need help! Just the punk-ass kids from the trailer park up the road,

always playing pranks.

We were doing jumps by the pit,

then Robbie fell in a sinkhole! No, he...

Please! Come on!

Robbie: Help! Let's go! Help! Get me out of here!

Help!

Hold on, buddy!

Help!

Help me, help me! I'm sinking!

Please! Hold on, hold on!

Okay.

Hurry!

Young man: Hang on, Robbie!

- Please! - We got you.

Hold on, Robbie! Hold on, hold on. I got you.

We're gonna get you out!

Timmons, get Bennett!

I can't reach it! Hold on.

Grab the hose! Hold on!

Hang on! Help is almost here!

We're gonna get you out of here, okay?

Hold on, buddy.

We got a ladder, doc! Just try to pull yourself up.

Here! Use these!

Bennett: Cut the hose in half and have him breathe through it.

Go get a rope!

Grab it! Use the hose to breathe!

T.C., he's going under!

I'm coming, Robbie! Hold on!

Rope!

T.C., keep pulling.

Don't let go. He's coming up.

T.C., keep pulling.

You got him!

Pull!

- Let's go! - Okay. Come on.

His breathing's getting labored. He's lost consciousness!

We got to get him out of here now! Let's go!

Here we go. Come on, Robbie. Stay with me!

Brandon: Don't you dare try and make me the asshole and you're his savior.

This is not good. Now don't forget who put Malik in that chair.

Oh, I remember, every single day.

But I also saved Malik's life, and if you would let me,

I could make his life better now.

Better? Yeah?

- Well, we don't need your pity. - Okay.

This isn't pity. I'm trying to help.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa! Stop, stop, stop.

Malik does not need the two of you out here fighting.

What he does need is dialysis.

Fine. I'll suture in a line and page nephrology.

Aah.

Mr. Martin, are you okay?

Yeah. I-i-I'm fine.

I'm calling a private ambulance,

and I'm taking us back to the dialysis center.