The Pitt

Boop-bee-doop. Boop-bee-doop.

Boop-bee-doop.

Hey!

- Not now, Myrna. - Aw.

Woman in labor. 10 minutes out.

What are you still doing here?

I have one hour left on my shift.

If I get home before 6:00, Benji will know something's up.

Pretty sure the black eye is going to give you away.

Well, sadly, it's not the first time

I've gone home with a war wound from a patient.

Hey, Doc.

You got a sandwich?

You know what, Earl? I can do you one better.

I'm going to order Tagari's pizza.

I think we could all use a morale boost around here.

No sandwich?

You could fold it in half, New York style,

- just like a sandwich. - Better not be pineapple--

No pineapple, I promise. Not this time, okay?

We good?

I say this with all the love and respect in my heart.

I honestly do.

- Get the hell out of here. - You need me.

The CT came back normal.

Nasal bone just has a hairline fracture.

I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I don't like it.

You sound like me. That's not a good thing.

- Just let me finish my day. - Okay.

I'm not going to argue with you.

Yeah, all that knowledge and still learning.

- It really is impressive. - Yes.

Well, can you at least keep a cold pack on it?

No promises.

I've had so much coffee, I've got to pee again.

Walk with me--I also need to fill you in on something.

- What? - So Langdon is gone.

- Gone? Where? - Home.

I will handle his caseload. It won't fall on anybody else.

And Dr. Ellis usually comes in early.

I get punched in the face, and he goes home early?

Nope. It's not like that. Trust me.

You do not want to be Langdon right now.

And I need a favor.

I need you to run a pharmacy audit on Langdon

for the last three days.

I need a list of all the patients he's treated

and all the medications he's prescribed.

- Do I want to know why? - No, you do not.

You sure you're still good to stay?

Yeah. Are you?

Honestly, I'm beginning to have my doubts.

You ever feel like God's trying to tell you something?

We stopped talking a long time ago.

2-0-2-2-8.

Yeah. 20 boxes ought to be enough.

10 cheese, 10 pepperoni.

God, no. No pineapple. No.

Okay. Thank you very much.

Can I have a word?

With us?

With Dr. Santos.

Sure.

Let me just wrap this up.

Okay.

I told you she was Filipina.

So the situation we discussed earlier has been handled.

I sent Dr. Langdon home.

Well, I wanted to make a big impression on my--

- Save it. - Okay.

We're now down a senior resident, so it's all hands on deck.

- Got it? - Got it.

And I trust you have not mentioned this to anybody else.

No. No, I don't know anyone.

Good.

Let's keep it that way.

Dr. Garcia?

This is Trinity Santos, ED intern, day one.

I need to talk to you about something.

So at your earliest convenience would be great.

Thanks.

Oh, and there's pizza coming, if you want to--

Yeah.

Dr. Robby!

Theresa, did you hear from David?

No, but he posted this on his Instagram 10 minutes ago.

"All I ever wanted was to fit in and be loved,

"but they mocked me and forced me into an existence

"of loneliness and pain.

It didn't need to be this way." Wow.

They did this. They did this.

I think he's talking about the girls on the list.

But the police said it's not enough for a BOLA.

BOLO. It means "Be On The Lookout."

Yeah, well, police are gone.

I heard Langdon left.

Theresa, why don't you take a deep breath and go have a seat in the waiting room?

I will come and find you.

We will finish this conversation, I promise.

Yes, Langdon left.

I will be covering for him.

There are two hours left in this shift.

And if you need to go, I will call somebody to come in early.

Why would I want to go home?

You tell me.

Okay.

I'm only going to say this once.

I had a miscarriage.

Oh, Heather, I'm so sorry.

I'm fine. And, no, I don't want to go home,

and, no, I don't want to talk about it.

I was trying on my own with IVF.

I...

I don't know what to say.

I'm ready to get back to work.

- Okay. - Okay.

Hey, we need a doctor here!

Natalie Malone, 35-year-old G3P2,

39-week pregnancy, in active labor after a SROM.

I'm fine, really. It's not my first time.

All right, let's get her into Trauma Two for a quick check,

and then we'll send her up to Labor and Delivery.

Got it.

- I'm Dr. Heather Collins. - Nice to meet you.

Justin should be here any minute. He was right behind me.

Any problems with the pregnancy?

Well, third time's a charm.

Justin's pretty nervous, though. This is his first time.

BP's 112 over 72, heart rate 84.

Dr. Collins, can I join?

Sure.

Okay, when did the contractions start?

Yesterday.

Really?

Well, my last two labors were very long,

so I decided to wait it out this time.

But then my water broke.

Natalie, I'm here. Sorry, I got a little lost.

- Contraction! - Curtain.

Don't push. Just breathe.

Check her, Dr. King.

Okay, good.

I see hair.

Baby's hair.

Natalie, you're crowning.

You were right. I waited too long.

I thought I had more time.

It's okay. It's okay. Just breathe.

All right, we can try and rush you

upstairs to OB, but at the rate you're moving,

you may end up having this baby in the elevator.

So what's my other option?

We deliver your baby here.

Grab a BOA kit and get a baby warmer in here.

Call L and D, and tell them this baby is coming now!

We're 20 behind in triage.

Mateo, treat 'em and street 'em.

See how many you can dispo.

I hear we're down a senior resident.

- How can I help? - Oh, yeah? What senior?

Langdon had to go home early to deal with something.

Robby's covering.

You can follow Mateo to Chairs.

That's where we could really use you.

Chairs is about to be my bitch.

So, D...

is this all about the fight?

What fight?

Robby and Langdon got into it at the lockers.

- Shit was flying. - Literal shit.

That's enough from you two. Not another word.

Keep it up!

You'll both be working the holidays!

What have we got?

39 weeks, crowning after a SROM.

Hi, Mom. I'm the attending.

I'm Dr. Robinavitch.

I'm Natalie, but I'm not the mom.

What's happening?

You got here just in time.

We're the dads. Natalie's my best friend and surrogate.

We both teach fourth grade and even share a classroom.

Same room, same womb.

We've been urging her to stop saying that.

I've got the prenatal bag,

and let me pull up the birthing playlist on my phone.

It's time.

Fuck Beyoncé. Fuck her.

I can take this.

No.

I got it.

Go, Dr. Collins.

Okay, Natalie.

Good chance we'll deliver on the next contraction.

Bulb suction is ready.

Right. Head is out!

Nice. Take a break. Catch your breath before the next one.

All right.

I'm going to need another big push from you.

You got this.