Trauma

How do you want it?

You know how I like it.

- Hey, Marisa, come on, it's... -

- Dude! - What?

Come on, we got a call. Jeez.

- What? - Nothing.

- You all right? - Yeah.

- Let's go then, come on. - Okay, yeah.

Jeez.

Nancy did not get Joe fired.

He brought it on himself, you know?

Mm-hmm.

And Joe was always lax with the rules.

So, God love him, it's time he got caught.

Okay.

What, you think I'm wrong?

- Okay. - Hey, hey.

Marisa... Earth to Marisa. Come in, Marisa.

Hey, no touching!

Ooh, okay.

Got my gloves on.

You stay over there.

All right.

Glenn, come on. Eyes.

Oh, my bad. Here, you're good.

Diana just texted me.

She said the new trauma chief's a real hard-ass.

Oh, yeah?

"Dismissive, condescending, manipulative.

I want to die."

Sounds about right.

You know who it is.

This is Helen Seiger. She's 35.

Had some bad seafood.

Suffering from nausea, vomiting, diarrhea,

treated with nasal cannula and NS.

Okay?

Why is it a secret?

Give up.

Hey, you guys see the new guy?

No, he's in administration.

Guys, wouldn't it be cool if the new guy was Dr. Joe's twin brother?

And they were completely opposite?

But then later, we reveal that it's actually Dr. Joe.

He doesn't have a twin. Does that make sense?

Played by Al Pacino.

Or Nancy could tell us, 'cause she knows who it is.

- What? - Nancy? Nah.

- Right. - What?

Don't be holding out. You told Glenn.

Nancy...

A word.

Hi, dad!

- Wow. - Dad?

Yeah. You know what? I'm excited.

You're all gonna see firsthand

why I'm so completely screwed up.

Not that I needed to see why, but...

Nance.

- Hey. - Have a seat.

New look.

It's very, uh...

Formal.

Thank you.

It wasn't exactly a compliment, dad.

Nancy, in the ward, you need to refer to me as Dr. Carnahan.

Yes, I'm sorry. Okay?

I couldn't resist it, that's all.

Of course.

So how's it going?

Well, you know, emergency medicine is not my specialty,

and it's been a while since I've been this, um,

this hands-on, but...

Yeah, it feels... feels good.

Good.

Listen, uh...

Dr. Joe left a lot of slack for me to pick up.

Slack?

Yeah, well, this trauma center's become like flypaper to adverse legal action.

So the board's asked me to fix it.

Okay.

And I was hoping that the paramedics

would respect that.

Sure.

Okay...Good.

- That it? - Yes, that's it.

Okay.

Listen, Nance, uh...

I always hoped that one of my kids

would actually work in this hospital.

Of course I thought it would be Peter or Troy,

but I must say that I'm glad it's you.

Thanks, dad.

Nancy.

- "Dad." - I'm sorry.

You got it. Dr. Carnahan.

This is Christine Vanderos reporting live

in front of yet another medical marijuana facility

shut down by the federal government.

The battle between federal and state laws

continues to play out in the most unlikely of ways.

Okay, let's go grab that.

If it speeds, it leads.

I'll get 'em on the scanner.

Taking a right on Lincoln.

All right. You ready?

- Ready. - Okay.

Here we are live in hot pursuit of a police chase.

Sorry, we have to cut.

We're getting some beeping sound.

Doug, what's beeping?

Oh, damn it!

Hold up.

All right, let's make sure

we set that perimeter up on the curb, all right?

- Good? - Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

I'll just grab this, and I'm all set.

- Hey, wait! - What?

Wait till the scene is secure.

Rule number one, never become the victim.

Rule number two, refer to rule number one.

Yeah, we call those "Nancy-isms."

I know.

Power's off. I repeat, power's off.

Okay, we're good?

Okay, scene's secure, let's go.

- Let's go, guys. - All right.

Okay Glenn, take his vitals.

Yeah, yeah.

Sir, how many people are in the car?

- Three. - You hear me?

Please, help her.

- Glenn. - Yeah?

- Check on that, okay? - He's in pretty bad shape.

You got his head?

Miss, can you hear me?

Hey, boss. Hey, can you hear me?

- What's your name? - Doug.

- How are we doing, Doug? - I'm fine.

- Are you in any pain? - No, I'm not in any... no.

What happened, Doug?

I don't know, I screwed up. I wrecked the van.

Where the hell is Rabbit?

Do I have great timing or what?

What do we got?

You take the guy in the windshield.

Okay, guys.

Hey, Nance, do you need a hand?

Yeah, we need to get her out of here.

Hey, hang in tight, all right?

Right down here. That's it.

All right, I think we got a pulse.

On three. One, two, three.

Okay, we're good.

Watch your step. Got it.

Oh, wow, welcome back.

Aren't you the cameraman?

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah?

Well, I hope you got all this.

One, two, three.

Go.

Good morning, Mrs. Garver.

Hi.

- Hey, guys. - How you doing?

- Can't complain. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - Hey, you been losing weight?

- I'm trying, man. - What are you doing?

- Pilates. - Pilates? Nude pilates?

Hey, you guys know the way.

- Ah, yes, we do. - You wish it was nude.

Yo, they repaint?

- They did repaint. - This used to be purple.

Is that new?

Hurry. There's not much time.

I'm dying, I know it.

100%.

This is it.

Kaput. I'm absolutely sure.

Absolutely sure?

You said that last time, Ira.

And the time before that.

No, no, no, but this time I'm feeling it on the inside.

It's like... like I'm breathing through a straw.

I got some stay-awake in the fridge.

My energy drink?

Yeah, I saw you drinking it last time, so I... I stocked up.

Ira, you are awesome.

Yeah.

Ira, I hate to disappoint you, but I don't think you're dying today.

I'm not?

At least not from natural causes.

Now if you want to speed up the process,

we could take you down to the tenderloin.

No, but I'm having trouble breathing.

It's like I got a golden retriever on my chest.

Golden retriever. That's very descriptive, Ira.

See...

Huh? Better?

Yeah.

Yeah?