The Night Shift

Crowd: No justice, no peace!

We're in front of the courthouse

as crowds await the verdict on Steven Benedict,

the 45-year-old white male on trial for shooting

an African-American man six months ago.

This man is no "highway hero"!

He is a "roadside racist"!

We want justice, and we want it now!

No justice, no peace!

Crowd: No justice, no peace!

No justice, no peace!

Everybody, this is Dr. t.C. Callahan.

Doc is an ex-ranger and combat vet,

so he's not gonna wet his pants

if things get a little hairy out there.

I brought my diapers, so no promises.

In all seriousness, post-San Bernardino,

we've been recruiting er docs

so that we've got medical personnel with us on-scene.

Nice to have you, doc.

Let's just keep everybody safe.

Yes, sir.

That's five minutes from here.

Heading out right away.

We got an officer-related shooting nearby.

Officer: Gear up!

That didn't take long.

Never does. Let's move!

Nice bling, Paris Hilton.

A gift from my dad... you know, for switching to surgery.

Ooh!

Well, when I started my residency,

my mom bought me a used iron.

Crowd: No justice, no peace!

Oh, is this the verdict? Shh, shh.

Reporter: Breaking news.

The verdict in the Steven Benedict trial

will have to wait, as he's collapsed in court.

No word on his condition.

Mollie: Can you believe that?

Kenny, thanks for joining us. Almost forgot you worked here.

Please get ready.

Sorry. Sorry.

Hello?

Yeah.

Topher's pissed? Yeah.

I mean, you know he wanted all hands on deck when the verdict came down.

Yeah, well, tell that to the cop

that stopped to question me for 30 minutes.

Why'd he stop you?

Speeding. 30 in a 25. Bunch of bs.

I mean, technically, that is speeding.

More like dwb.

How is that driving while black?

You just admitted to speeding.

I was going 30 in a 25... No faster than anybody else,

but I'm the one that got ticketed.

All right. I'm just saying I've never been stopped.

Well, maybe that's because

you driving that beemer daddy got you.

Got a... got a cardigan tied around your neck

and a tennis-club bumper sticker on the back.

Yes. Yes, sir. W-we'll take care of it. Thank you.

Kenny, come back here.

All right, people, I have the d.A.,

the chief of police, and the governor up my ass about this.

Steven Benedict is coming to us. He's just a few minutes away.

Jordan, he's yours. Get him medically cleared asap.

Kenny, you help.

I-I still got to change, man. Can I just...

Kenny, we're short-staffed.

I need my best people getting him worked up and back to jail.

Please, get on it!

Fine. Thank you, Dr. zia. Yes.

What the... i think he's having a bad day.

Yeah, well, that makes two of us.

I don't want this guy coming here. It's distracting.

Everybody has an opinion about the case.

I don't want it interfering with the work.

Don't worry. We'll take care of it.

I-I got to talk to security.

Word gets out he's coming here,

this place is gonna be a madhouse.

So, we're getting the... The "highway hero"?

Hero? Please.

He murdered the guy in cold blood.

No, no, no. He shot a guy who was gonna kill him.

And when you get attacked, you can either run

or you can fight, and he couldn't run.

We don't know that.

All right. You know what?

Let's keep the politics out of the er tonight.

All right? It's gonna be busy.

Hey. Hmm?

Is Rick on duty tonight?

Uh, no. He's training the Houston SWAT all week.

T.C.'S out there, though. Of course.

He was one of the first doctors to sign up for San Antonio SWAT.

Only because I was in Afghanistan.

Okay, you know what?

You can put the measuring tape away.

We all know you got a big one, too.

Feel free to say that louder.

Steven Benedict... 45, healthy.

Status post an atraumatic syncopal episode in court.

Denies chest pains or focal weakness.

Vitals?

Stable. A and o times three.

Slightly decreased blood sugar on-scene to 55.

All right, let's get him to trauma 1.

How are you feeling, Mr. Benedict?

I don't... I don't know why I fainted.

I do... About to be found guilty.

Kenny! About Mr. Benedict's medical condition?

Whoa, whoa. Check with the sheriff's department.

We're just here to treat him.

One statement. Anything. Okay. Here's a statement.

Anybody steps through the door, we're calling the cops.

Officer: Move it! Make a hole!

Doctor coming in!

Hey! Hey! Let's go!

Let's go, doc! You got to help my partner! On it. On it.

What happened?

Well, we got separated investigating a call

about somebody with a gun.

Next thing you know, I heard shots,

and David was returning fire when I got there.

He was down, and I unloaded two rounds into the Vic.

Damn it. Missed his vest. Sounds like a collapsed lung.

Well, then fix it!

I'm on it, okay? There's one of me, two of them.

Let me do my job and triage.

Hey, is this absolutely necessary?

He's under arrest! He shot a cop!

Well, he's gonna die if I can't treat him properly.

Hey, look, there's five of you, okay?

Just look after him. Uncuff him. Now!

Gsws, right upper quadrant.

Okay, buddy.

Just need you to hold that right there, okay?

All right. You got it?

Am I gonna die?

No, no, no. 'Course not. We're not gonna let that happen.

It's okay.

Okay. They're both critical.

We need to load them up in an ambulance,

get them to the hospital right away.

That ship has sailed, doc.

Things are escalating fast. Word's out on the shooting.

Hey, he pulled on us! It isn't one of those!

Look, I'm just telling you the situation.

We're not getting out of here in a vehicle right now.

There's already rioters blocking the roads.

Okay, we'll bring in the chopper, all right?

We got to transport now.

It's not available yet.

It's responding to a call outside the city.

It's gonna be about 20 minutes.

No, that's too long. I don't have 20 minutes.

I can't look after two criticals on my own.

Okay. You can't get us out of here.

Can you get doctors here?

I can probably make it work.

Okay, I need you to call San Antonio memorial

and tell them we need Dr. Scott clemmens asap. Got it.

Hang in there, buddy. We got you. We got you.

Okay.

Thank you.

Yo, man, not cool calling me out

in front of everyone about my car.

Calling you out?

Look, I was getting my ass chewed out

for being late because I got pulled over.

And you're all, like,

"well, technically, you were speeding."

I made an observation, all right?

Yeah, I made one, too, man. You living in a bubble.

Hey, man. I-i lived in Philly for eight years. I'm not blind.

I just don't think everybody's out trying to get me

because of my color.

Hey, I don't think everybody's out trying to get me, either.

Okay? So don't go all trump on me.

But going to Ivy league penn,

staying in that condo daddy got you,

ain't "living in Philly," bro.

Hey. Paul. Let's go. You're coming with me.

Keep him npo? Okay.

T.C.'S got two gsws.

One of them's a cop, the other one's a kid.

They're both critical, and he can't get in.

The streets are all blocked with protestors.

We... We're going out there?

Yeah. Let's go.

Jordan: Okay, so, you say you've never fainted before?

No, never.

But I'm not faking it. I swear.

I really don't feel very well.

I believe you, but if you keep talking,

I can't listen to your heart.

I don't hate black people.