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How you doing
nurse hat ha way?
If I were driving, we would have been there
by now, paramedic Shepherd.
You got to love these late summer runs.
Especially up to humboldt park.
You ever been to California and division?
That outdoor cafe... cappuccinos every morning.
Slip that vest on
before you order.
They always promise us, the squads.
They always claim they'll be waiting for us.
They never are.
Excuse me.
Out of the way.
Pardon me.
We got this one.
Hathaway, come here.
Uh, multiple gunshot wounds
chest, abdomen.
He's lost a lot of blood.
Hey, Raul!
Raul: Yeah?
We've got pallazo over here.
He's not breathing, no pulse.
We're in full arrest.
How about you?
Brains all over the asphalt, bro.
Then come over here.
We need you.
You can help me tube him.
Here. You check his rhythm.
Hathaway: Come on!
Shepherd: Try this.
Raul: 7.5?
Yeah.
Come on!
A little cricoid pressure.
Got it!
You bag him.
I'll try to stick him.
Come on, dammit!
His name's pallazo?
It's a nickname.
It means "the little clown."
Worked on him three times.
Dumb-ass little kid!
You're really pissing me off, pallazito!
Crackhead at 14.
I can't get a vein anywhere here.
Pedro!
Can we get a little crowd control here, please!
Officer: Move back, everybody!
Move back!
¿Que hiciste?
Esta bien, senora.
Esta bien, por favor!
Ma'am, please.
Come on, excuse me. Excuse me.
Back up! Everybody, back!
Back! Back! Back!
Step back!
Give them room.
Back it up, please.
Move it back, please.
Everybody back up.
Back! Back! Everybody, back!
I need you all to move back, please!
Back up! Out of their way!
Out of the way!
Out of the way!
Welcome to hell.
Not lately.
Hey, kerry.
Hey, Peter.
These your sprouts?
One E.R. rotation together and that's
what you remember about me.
They're dead. I need the space.
So, uh, how's it going?
Uh, my first day here, and I've only upset Doug Ross.
That's not too bad, huh?
You must be losing your touch.
Good to see you again, kerry.
Thanks, Peter.
No can do.
Not the kind of attitude that we encourage, Bob.
No can do, Dr. Ross.
You love saying that
don't you?
Anybody seen Carter?
Anybody seen the chocolate doughnut
that Bob refuses to bring me?
He's in exam four.
Dr. Weaver said no more food errands.
Inappropriate use of personnel.
You just love Dr. Weaver, don't you?
It appeals to that whole germanic thing in you.
I am Polish.
Screaming twins, curtain two.
All right.
Morning, Susan.
Uh-huh. What have you got?
14-year-old, multiple gunshot wounds, asystole.
Two amps epi, two migs atropine in the field.
How long's he been down?
Hathaway: 35.
Looking for miracles?
Two liters of normal saline
already in.
On my count: One, two...
Three.
Slumming with the paramedics?
Yeah. Recertifying for my m.I.C.N., so, pretty much.
Pallazo, you've survived worse than this before.
He's in fib.
Let's shock him. 200.
Four units o-neg.
Clear.
Three hundred.
Clear.
Three-sixty?
Yep.
Clear.
No breath sounds on the left side.
Hemothorax. Chest tube tray?
Got your o-neg.
Another amp of epi?
Yeah. Let's high-dose him, five milligrams.
Scalpel.
Tube.
Oh, man, the blood's pouring out.
Shh, shh. He's still asleep.
God, we had such a night
last night.
You wouldn't believe it.
Triple m.V.A... Car versus horse trailer
in the middle of Chicago.
What a mess.
I had such a blast
but we didn't get to bed till 5:00
and now, I am late for rounds.
If you are here when he wakes up
will you tell him I said thanks?
Thanks.
: Carter.
: Carter!
There's already 1,500cc's in the pleurovac.
Thoracotomy tray?
Lewis: Let's do it.
Time down?
Shepherd: Uh... 44.
Aw, geez, there's a bucket's worth.
Haleh, get some lap pads.
Somebody get a light.
Double m.V.A. At the back door.
What have you got?
Multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, full arrest...
Susan?
Epi, atropine, o-neg.
He's exsanguinated into the left chest.
Your pals are pulling up.
You might give them a hand.
I work here, nurse manager.
Kerry Weaver, chief resident.
How long has he been in arrest?
45 minutes.
Let's call it. We need the room.
My case, kerry.
We got a seven-year-old kid and his mom coming who we can save.
We've got a 14-year-old on the table.
Who we can't. Call it.
What was that time?
Uh, 45 down.
Susan.
Susan.
All right. I'm calling it.
Time of death, 7:19.
Someone call
housekeeping.
We need another gurney in here!
Weaver: Let's go.
Mannitol?
30 grams.
We need X-ray in here!
Welcome to hell.
Absolutely nothing happened, I can assure you.
She must have made the other bed
'cause that's where she was sleeping.
'Cause we didn't do anything.
Carter, do I look like your father?
No. Actually, not at all.
I don't care what you did or didn't do
except for oversleep, which you did
and despite your extended nap, I assume
you're prepared for this morning's surgery.
Absolutely.
Good, 'cause I'm going to work your ass off.
Great, 'cause we're doing the, uh...
Thoracic outlet syndrome.
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