The Good Doctor

You won't believe the crap Armen pulled last night.

He cut the power to my apartment!

That's right!

No lights, no Wi-Fi, nothing.

For 15 minutes!

- Mm... - And if I had been on a ventilator,

I could've suffocated in that time, right?

You're a doctor.

You're not on a ventilator.

Thank God for that. But I could be.

I mean, it was dark. I could've tripped.

I should sue him.

Sorry.

Were you gonna eat this? I stress eat.

Okay, listen.

I go to talk to him,

and he claims I was playing my music too loud again.

I wear earplugs when your music irritates me.

I miss the dripping.

You're missing the point here, Shaun, okay?

You knock. You ask.

You don't cut someone's power.

You knock, right?

Of course, you would knock. Any normal person would.

I mean, am I crazy or is he a total sociopath?

You should get headphones.

Headphones?

They would eliminate the sound.

Yeah. I got it.

Thank you.

Thank you for being so objective about this.

In fact, why don't you go help Armen

write my eviction notice!

Yeah, and I'll never drive down that street again.

- Whoa. - It's a pretty bad memory.

Yeah, that sounds pretty...

Wait, it's kind of hot for a hike, isn't it?

We're hiking. We're gonna sweat. It happens.

All right, don't do nothing stupid!

Open the register and put everything in the bag!

Come on! Right now! Hey!

Don't move. Give me your wallets, phones, everything.

Keep your hands where I can see 'em.

I said get out your wallet!

Do it now!

Wallet, now!

- Is he okay? - We don't know.

This is routed through Basecamp.

It says Shaun was there,

but it didn't say if he was hurt or not.

Well, EMS has two critical inbounding.

Their hands are a little full to chat right now.

20-year-old female.

Single gunshot wound to the abdomen.

Hypotensive and tachy.

Two liters of saline en route.

Her name's Avery.

We'll take good care of her.

Jared, you're with me.

Blunt-force neck injury.

Oxygen sats just dropped below 80.

Trachea's crushed.

I inserted a laryngeal mask,

but the airway is not secured.

Are you okay? You weren't hurt?

His oropharyngeal anatomy is distorted from the confusion.

Subcutaneous emphysema. He's barely moving air.

Let's take him to a bay, and get me an O.R. now.

I need four units O-Negative type and cross her.

She has decreased breath sounds on her left.

Let's get a chest X-ray on her.

What the hell is he doing here?

It's his fault.

This is all his fault!

Yeah, clerk says the guy entered,

shouted orders,

and apparently, your doctor didn't comply.

Girl gets shot,

and the store clerk clocks the gunman with a bat.

- That's all we know. - All right, what do you need?

I need forensics on the gunman and the girl.

All right, we'll let you know what we find out.

Hey, police are gonna want to talk to you.

After that, you can go home.

I should be helping.

- My shift is just starting. - You were at the shooting.

I don't have time to hold your hand.

I don't like my hand being held.

Small-caliber bullets.

They ricochet inside.

They can cause multiple and unpredictable injuries.

And what do we need to do about it?

Chest and abdominal X-rays

and a Focused Assessment Sonogram.

Three units of O-neg and...

We could use your help over here, Mr. Melendez!

Are you okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

You're with me.

- Get a gown on him. - Okay.

Entrance wound is down here.

The bullet fractured the pelvis on the way in.

All right, let's look for an exit wound.

We're gonna roll her on three. One, two, three.

All right, got it.

Between the second and third rib.

She's hemorrhaging here, too.

Hey, Murphy, get us the ultrasound so we can find out what's inside.

Focused Assessment with sonography and trauma.

No chest contusions or secondary injuries evident.

Oxygen sat's 70.

I can't squeeze a camera past this collapse.

O.R. 3 is prepped and ready, but that's it.

We got a full house right now up in surgery.

- Next show time is 15 minutes out. - I could use it.

I gotta get this bleeding under control. What's the status on your guy?

Take her up. Take the gunshot.

Hold on.

His airway's so damaged, I can't even do a tracheotomy.

He's got five minutes until anoxic brain dead.

Mine's got pressure. I'll see what I can do here.

You're scrubbing in with me.

Go ahead and feed the tube under the collapsed trachea.

Starting high flow O2.

And we're good.

Now that our patient is actually breathing,

we can realign and repair.

Four-O on a driver.

Scissors. Sponge stick.

It's a slippery thing letting your feelings about a patient

influence your medical judgment.

I didn't.

I get the instinct... She's a victim.

He's a shooter, a racist.

Often we don't even know we're doing it.

I would never let my personal feelings

impact a patient's care.

She was bleeding out.

And this guy just drew his first good breath 30 seconds ago.

They were both critical!

He was dying. You were wrong. Own it.

You know as well as I do that

that was not an easy call to make.

- Do I? - Yes!

Clear the field, Dr. Browne.

Not my operative field.

The surgical field. Scrub out.

Excuse me?

You're done.

Step out of my O.R.

Gail, can you please relieve Dr. Browne of her instruments

and page Dr. Cleland to assist me?

Now, isn't this more pleasant?

Aside from the spleen, what else are we dealing with?

The bullet ruptured her transverse colon

at the splenic flexure.

Put it on our to-do list.

Why does her boyfriend think it's your fault?

It punctured her diaphragm here

and entered the posterior chest.

She's bleeding again. Clamp the hilum.

I already did. It's too damaged to hold.

Gauze!

Hold this right there. Don't let go.

Oh, this isn't gonna work.

It's gonna be like sewing ground beef back into a steak.

All right, new plan... she's gonna have to live without her spleen.

Nurse to pick up.

Need a ligating suture on the splenic artery

while I make the cut.

Can you do that for me

before this young lady bleeds out on us, Murphy?

Yes.

Okay, let's move on to the bowel perf.

Shaun.

Ah, thank God you're all right.

I just heard what happened.

Shaun. Are you all right?

Yes. I wasn't injured.

What happened this morning?

Lea ate my apple.

No, Shaun, at the store this morning.

What happened at the store?

Wallet now!

I can't.

Why the hell not?!

You said keep my hands where you could see them.

My wallet is in my pocket.

- You can't see my hands if... - Are you trying to be a hero?!

- I'm a surgical resident... - Huh?! Hey!

- Hey! - Shut the hell up!

This isn't a game, man.

- I'm serious. - Okay.

Put your damn phone and wallet on the ground right now.

Hey, do you see this, man? I am not playing around!

Just put your phone and wallet on the damn ground!

Come on, man, just... just do what he says!

Please listen to him.

Shut up! Just shut up and get on your knees!

Put your hands and knees on the ground.