The Night Shift

- Yeah, my man's a badass, huh? - That's Rick?

Yeah, training to be a combat instructor.

He runs the course tonight to see if he, uh, makes the cut.

I couldn't run that course with two legs.

You couldn't drive that course with a car.

Just face it, Paul. You know, you're just a house cat.

What does that mean?

It just means that you don't go out in the field

and that you get thrown if you don't have

the perfect conditions to practice medicine.

Okay, I thought Topher told you to cut it out with the competition.

Oh, come on, he can handle it.

Sorry about everything that you're going through.

I'm not going through anything. I got off easy.

Scott, it was an accident.

And because of that accident,

a 16-year-old boy is looking at life in a chair.

Can't move his right arm either. He was a musician.

He's not gonna be able to do that anymore.

Well, what did your lawyer say about the lawsuit?

I don't know. A bunch of stuff.

Depositions and discovery,

and I know I should care about that,

but all I can think about is Malik.

But hey, look, you still have to take care of yourself.

Are you going to meetings?

Yeah, every day.

And, no, I still haven't had a drink.

Although I'm not gonna lie, it hasn't been easy.

Okay.

Well, if there's anything that I can do.

Yeah. I'll be upstairs if you need me.

Okay.

All right, everybody, listen up.

You guys all know that T.C. and Topher are still in Afghanistan,

so that means that we are short two attendings.

But lucky for us, we have a new doctor to help us out.

I would like to introduce you to...

Dr. Michael Ragosa.

I just got the e-mail. You passed your boards.

- Congratulations, Doctor. - Wow. Thank you.

- Congrats, man. - Congratulations.

All right, guys, here we go. Listen up.

Sorry to break up the party.

Dispatch just called.

We have a big pileup on 90 west.

Drivers pinned inside vehicles. We need docs on site, stat.

All right, Drew, you're up, and take, um...

Me, me. I got this one.

Really?

All right. It's yours. Go for it.

Who's a house cat now?

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Damn it. Just lost my signal again.

I'm amazed it worked this long.

Yeah.

Land that time forgot.

Yeah.

Just as nasty as I remember.

Thanks again for coming with me, Tee.

Hey, no problem. Don't worry.

We'll be fine. I brought lucky.

I can't believe you still carry that thing.

Don't hate on lucky, pal. She got me through three tours.

I know.

- Hey, hey. - You must be smalls' doctor buddies.

- Yes, sir. - Riley.

Topher Zia. T.C. Callahan.

Hey.

Hey. Fellow Irish.

You boys are a long way from Texas.

Yeah, so, we're here for Ali Nuristani.

He was our unit translator.

He has a... a heart failure,

so we brought a pump to keep him alive

- until we can get him a transplant stateside. - Bad news.

His wife Farrah showed up here earlier. Said he's too sick to make the trip.

They took him to a clinic about 50 klicks down the road.

Okay. Yeah.

Let's go get him.

Sorry. Clinic's in a Taliban hot zone.

We're ghosts here.

Listen, this might seem crazy to you,

but Ali, he's one of us.

One morning,

locals brought a boy with a fever to my cash tent.

I examined him, lifted the blanket,

he was strapped to a bomb.

Ali heard him say a martyr prayer,

grabbed the detonator...

- He saved 100 rangers that day. - That's right.

And we traveled halfway around the world

to return the favor.

And if we don't implant the LVAD pump, he'll die.

All right. All right, let's ride.

Saddle up.

Wait, we're... We're doctors now.

We're not soldiers.

Okay, Doc.

The Taliban doesn't care who you are.

Look, this goes south,

we're all ending up on CNN with our heads cut off.

Come on.

We are back. Oh, yeah.

I told you this was a bad idea!

Okay, okay!

Sara, what do we got?

Rachel and Devin Lawson, brother and sister,

got sandwiched at 80 miles an hour.

Stable, ready to transport.

Please! Over here!

Who's out there?

Haven't gotten to him yet. We're a little swamped.

I'll go.

Okay, you, you're with me.

Close back doors. Let's go.

Oh. Oh.

Whoa.

Okay.

Hey.

Faint pulse, but he's alive.

Let's get him packaged up and to the hospital ASAP.

Thank God! Over here!

I got him. He's critical. Go help him.

- Okay. All right. - All right.

Okay, okay. Stay calm.

I'm Dr. Cummings.

What's your name?

Sid Baines. My seatbelt's jammed.

I think I smell gas.

All right, Sid, do you have a child in the car?

Just dropped him off at my ex-wife's.

You got to get me out of here!

Yeah, okay, okay, okay.

Okay. All right.

Please.

Ready? Okay.

My leg!

- Where's the clinic docs? - Taliban put a price on their head.

They had to scatter.

Hey.

Hey. Ali. Ali, it's me.

- Topher? - Yeah.

You're here. You saw Farrah?

Is she safe?

Yes, she's fine. She's at the base.

She told us where to find you.

I didn't think you would come.

I told you I would.

People say a lot of things.

But I shouldn't have doubted you.

I'm sorry.

Don't be. This is T.C.

I figured.

Topher told me a lot about you.

Real pain in his ass.

Or maybe that was lost in translation.

We brought you some medicine.

Try to stay quiet. Save your strength.

Topher, looks like they had trouble getting the I.V. access.

We got to get his pressure up before we move him.

We'll start a central line.

Hey. We got a welcome wagon.

- Maybe they need help. - No, we got to go.

If the good guys know we're here,

the bad guys do, too.

He needs fluids running first.

15 minutes.

Y-y-you got 10.

Multiple victims coming in from the pileup.

- First is one of ours. - Hey, guys.

Don't worry, sweetie. We'll take care of you.

What the hell happened?

He tried his best T.C. impersonation

and got knocked out by an exploding car.

He has head trauma, altered levels of consciousness,

and he's got a second-degree burn on that right hand.

Gonna be fine, Paul. We'll get you to C.T.,

clear your neck and head,

and get you some pain meds for that burn.

Have someone drive you home.

- I'm okay, Scott, really. - Paul...

Look, we're understaffed. I just want to help.

Better than me sitting at home looking at my burn all night.

All right, if the C.T.'s negative, then fine.

How's mummy man?

Ejected through his windshield.

Multiple lacerations to his face and scalp.

We lost pulse on scene. He's been down 30 minutes.

Pupils fixed and dilated.

What's your assessment, Dr. Ragosa?

Uh, down for this long, sounds like D.O.A.

Most likely. Continue CPR. Give another run of meds.

If that doesn't work, call it.

Me? Pronounce him?

He's your patient.

Drew! What do we got?

Sid Baines, restrained driver

from the head-on collision that caused the pileup.