Doogie Kamealoha, M.D.

I see it!

Lodged in the trachea, just like we suspected.

Applying countertraction

to the surrounding tissue to facilitate release.

How does a fish bone even get so stuck in there?

Hmm. Patient recalled chugging a bowl of fish head soup

in a drunken state two nights ago.

-Tourists. -Tourists?

Last week, you said "Manolo" instead of "Mahalo".

Successful removal, complete.

There's bleeding at the wound.

The bone must've initially penetrated the vessel wall.

He's desatting.

Get the resuscitation team on standby.

-Right away. -I need ice-cold saline.

Yes, doctor.

We have hemostasis.

Great work, Dr. Kamealoha.

That was a helluva fishing trip.

-Mad props driving that scope today. -Thanks.

I worked hard for these swift fingers. Took years of Insta scrolling.

-Hmm. -Hey, Doogie,

I heard you killed it today by not killing your patient.

What? I was being sincere.

Hey, anybody up for a little post-op celebration?

-Some fried mandu at TJ's? -Sure.

-That separate checks, right? -Can we?

We would love to, but we have leftover meatloaf at home.

All right. Next time, Doog.

I drive alone.

Let's go.

Hey, um, can I borrow the car when we get home

so Steph and I can grab a quick Starbucks?

-Maybe some other time. -Come on, Mom.

I just performed a very complicated medical procedure.

I think I can handle your Malibu.

This is an Impala, by the way. It's the Rolls Royce of Chevys.

You know, when you were a resident

and wanted to celebrate after nailing a tough procedure,

I'm pretty sure you didn't have to ask your mom for permission.

No, I didn't. Because when I was a resident, I was 27.

I was a grown woman.

I had the Rachel haircut and a PalmPilot.

Aren't both those things from the '90s? You were 27 in 2005.

I'm not an early adopter!

And you don't need to be doing so much math all the time.

But the point is, when you're older,

you'll be able to celebrate as much as you want.

But I'm a doctor now.

And it's not fair that I get all that pressure,

but none of the fun.

Life isn't fair.

I once met Cyndi Lauper and forgot my camera.

What?

Girls didn't have fun that night.

-Hey, Dad, uh... -We're not getting a pet stingray.

I'm over that. Too much of a flex.

I wanted to take hula lessons.

Really?

That makes me so happy!

Wow, was not expecting this much energy.

Sorry, guess I'm excited to hear you're taking an interest

in Hawaiian culture.

Hey, did you know that hula was started

as a way to pass down stories from generation to generation?

No. But I sense you're gonna tell me all about it.

King Kalākaua called "hula" the language of the heart,

the heartbeat of the Hawaiian people.

Which means every proud Hawaiian man must learn to communicate

not only with his mouth but also with his hips.

Like this.

Don't be shy. Kaholo with me.

You need someone to drive you to those classes, don't you?

Kaholo. Kaholo. Kaholo.

Kaholo. Kaholo. Kaholo.

Kaholo. Kaholo. Kaholo.

Hula-ing over with grilled pineapple.

This is exactly what my parents envisioned

when I told them I was marrying a Hawaiian.

Grilled pineapple's not Hawaiian.

-I used an Applebee copycat recipe. -Ah.

Hey, Dad, I don't know if you knew,

but Mr. Kahala is getting rid of his old Vespa.

It doesn't run and we'd have to fix it up, but he said that we could have it.

-For free. -Free junk removal.

I've seen that thing, it's rust on wheels.

Oh, come on, honey. It's a vintage scooter.

That rust is character.

Yeah. Didn't you use to have one?

Oh, a 1967 Vespa Sprint in Capri Blue.

Swallowed my first wasp on that thing.

Then I learned to ride with my mouth shut.

Oh, I'd thought it would be a cool father-son project.

It would be nice to do something together.

Yeah, like when we spent a week building that volcano for my science class.

We failed that project together, son.

It's not fair. My mom won't let me take the car to Starbucks.

Damn. Your mom's out of control.

All I want is to be out on the open road with you.

Wind in my hair and a Starbucks Strawberry Açaí Refresher in my hand.

That's the dream.

Get a Strawb Açaí Refresher and a cake pop,

pick up some hot hitchhikers, take them to make out point,

and pray they're good guys.

Rip Tide here, reporting live with Tide in the Sky!

Oh, my god, it's that crazy weather guy.

There's been some budget cuts at Channel Six.

As you can see, I no longer have my hair and make-up team,

or my chopper, or even my van.

But that's not gonna stop Rip Tide from taking to the skies

to deliver the mid-morning surf report!

Borrowed the neighbor's power company truck

and looking out from way up here,

I assure you, man, the waves are electric!

I'm just kidding, dude!

Whoa!

-- Hey! -- Don't move.

Out of the way! You two, keep everyone back!

No. Hold on. Who are you? We're lifeguards.

Congratulations, I'm a doctor.

Mr. Tide, can you hear me? I'm here to help you.

His heart's racing.

I can't hear any breath sounds.

Subcutaneous emphysema, tracheal deviation...

This looks like a tension pneumothorax.

-We'll get him to the hospital. -There's no time.

His lung's collapsing.

We're making the ER right here. Don't let him move.

I need to find a needle to decompress his lung.

Otherwise, this man's going into cardiac arrest.

That'll have to do.

I'm sorry, I need to borrow this. I'm a doctor, I swear.

It looks better down anyway.

Bongos, you got a lighter?

Sorry.

Whoa. You're gonna stab him?

I'm gonna save his life.

He's breathing, you saved him.

Let the paramedics know he's gonna need a chest tube stat.

Who is that girl?

She's Doogie Kamealoha, hot MD. And I'm her best friend.

Yeaow.

Ah, looks like your class is all girls.

So which one did you sign up for?

Mele. She's in my gym class.

Climbs the rope without the beads, four-minute wall sit.

She's a straight-up Earth angel.

Well, if I were you, the way I'd approach it is...

You're right. You got this.

Hey, Brian Patrick.

Nice shirt. Orange is my favorite color. And flavor.

Oh, I know, girl. I do my research.

Dude, your rescue at the beach totally went viral.

They made a remix song of you stabbing Rip Tide's chest!

I'm gonna save his life.

He's breathing, you saved him!

I know that song.

My dad listens to it in the garage when he gets sad.

You gotta milk this. You gotta hot froth milk this.

You're, like, famous now.

There's no way your parents aren't gonna give you the keys to the car.

-They let Justin Bieber buy a house. -And Bieber saved no lives.

-You deserve those keys. -I deserve those keys!

I'm going in!

I mean, you are. You're going in, you live here.

And your mom's still salty I ate all her hummus.

...at which point he fell from a Honolulu Power and Light cherry picker.

But luckily, local teen prodigy Dr. Lahela Kamealoha...

-Yes! -Oh, it's on the news now?

-Lahela. -The internet, the news.

Everywhere I look, I'm saving this man's life.

-Great job. -Yeah, honey. Way to go.

You know where I would love to go?

Starbucks with Steph. For a little post-life save celebration?

That sounds fun, a little girl time. Come on, I'll drive you.

Actually, I was kind of picturing it just me, Steph, and your car.

-Hey, guys. I brought cookie cake. -Whoa. Where'd that come from?

I baked it during Home Ec and totally aced my midterm.

Teacher gave me a B-plus.

-Yeah. -You made this?

-Ya. -Good work, buddy.

-So, can I please borrow the car? -Brian Patrick, get some plates.

I'm not sleeping on this cookie cake.

-Mm-mm. -Already on it.

-Oh, yeah. Okay, great. -Mm-mm!

Yeah.

-Mmm, How is it so good? -I put jam in it.

-Jam? -Go off, king.

Oh, by the way, I just saw Mr. Kahala

and he said that if we want the scooter, then we have to take it today.

He needs the room in his garage, so I said he could bring it by.

You know, so I could learn how to fix it up.

That's cool, right?

-Mm-hmm. Yeah. -Yeah, fine.

What? Kai's getting the Vespa?

No, he's simply keeping it in the garage to work on it.

What a day. My one son does the hula and my other son makes a cookie cake.

No Phil Collins in the garage tonight.

I saved a man's life!

-MR.Kai! -Oh, that must be Mr. Kahala. Let's go.