The Night Shift

Previously on "the night shift"...

I got the rejection letter from loyola earlier.

Now this one from seton hall.

That's five law-school rejections. Game over.

We started moving it, then we saw her neck

hanging by a thread... Literally.

- Where is she? - Right here.

What's going on?

Your wife was in an accident,

and your son may still be at the crash site.

What was that?

- Major, we have casualties. - I gotta go.

24. - 7.

I love you.

Sharbat, you're pregnant.

Do you have a husband?

Give me my wife!

Listen, I'm sick of your...

Give her to me.

Syd: Drew!

Drew!

Drew!

Drew!

Drew!

Are you okay?

Ohh. I'm shot! I'm shot!

GSW to the left shoulder!

Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, the gun just went off, Syd.

- Here. - I shot him.

He shot me! Arrest him! He shot me!

Yeah, and now he's gonna fix you up now

so I can save your wife and baby.

You check him out. If his vitals are stable,

you get him straight to C.T.!

Can you at least do that?

I need someone to clean up this blood, stat!

Okay, where were we?

Okay, let's go, come on!

The pilot says the wind's gusting too much.

It's not safe to fly.

Come on, Frankie.

He looks cyanotic. - Yeah.

Come on, little buddy.

His abdomen's rigid. He's bleeding internally.

We need to warm him up now or his blood won't clot.

I can warm him from the inside.

Frankie, honey, this is gonna sting a little bit.

It's okay, Frankie,

we're gonna take care of you.

Scalpel. Yep.

All right, sweetie, here we go.

Chest tube. - Yep.

Come on.

I'm in! Okay.

Saline.

Man: 5631, clear for takeoff.

All right, we've been cleared for takeoff.

He's waking up. Good job, Jordan.

Thanks. You too.

You okay?

Yeah. You?

Yeah.

I'm gonna be swamped, so I need you covering the E.R. for me,

and remember, you represent the surgical department down there, so...

No reindeer games, I got it.

Yeah, and don't fight with that girl, Shannon.

She'll kill you.

How's Joan doing?

She was oxygenating a while,

so I took her off the vent.

Still seems a bit confused, though.

She's acting nervous.

Asking a lot of questions about Frankie.

She's worried about her son.

I think I can help with that.

Joan, Francis.

I've got some good news. They found your boy.

- Frankie?! - He's coming in now on medevac.

- He's here? - Thank god, is he okay?

How is he? - You're tearing your sutures!

Joan, you should relax. Push morphine, please.

- What is happening? - She tore her sutures.

We gotta get her to the O.R. before she bleeds out.

Dr. zia will fill you in on your son.

Let's go, let's go!

Yes, akmal's vitals are stable.

Yes, sir. We're waiting on the C.T. results

to determine the location of the bullet.

Gen. Rozenfeld: But I told you to get them off the base, and I meant it!

This is the last we're discussing the matter!

Yes, sir. Yes, I will handle it.

I will. I will handle it.

We are so screwed.

It was bad enough you lied to the general.

He brought a gun into the O.R.

What did you want me to do?

Let the mps handle it. You know how this looks, drew?

You didn't want sharbat to go. That's on record.

Now you're involved with akmal's shooting?

You could be facing an article 15.

It was self-defense.

You want me to wait for backup to get there?

Akmal could have killed us all.

You do realize that, right?

You have nine days left, major.

You want your daughter to be motherless because...

Don't ever, ever say that.

I'm just pointing out the fact...

This is over. This is the army, drew.

This is not a democracy.

We have orders to follow, and follow them, we will.

Okay, so just to hell with the hippocratic oath, then.

Just throw that out the window. So here's how it's gonna happen, all right?

When sharbat and akmal are stable, they leave.

We do not interfere with local medical decisions.

That comes straight from the Pentagon.

- Okay, if I may... - No, you may not, captain.

I have given a year of my life to this dump,

and in 14 days, my daughter, Riley, turns 13,

and I am going home.

I am not missing that

because you forgot the chain of command.

Are we clear?

Yes, ma'am.

Sorry, ma'am.

Jordan, you want to take Frankie up?

No, go on up. I'll stay on the floor.

We got Frankie's temp up.

He's in hypoglemic shock, injury to the bowel,

filled the belly with blood.

We got to open him up to stop the bleeding.

Hang o-neg, put him on the cell saver.

I'm scrubbing in. - All right, doctor.

Paul's closing on Frankie's mom right now.

Wha... I thought she was out of surgery.

She was despondent post-op, ripped her sutures.

We ran her back in.

I was only with her two hours ago.

If I'd seen her maybe in the recovery room.

Hey, hey, you saved a dying woman.

You can't be in two places at one time.

Yeah, yeah, try telling him that.

If it's bad news, keep walking. We got lucky.

Akmal just had a through and through in the shoulder.

I repaired it and sent him to recovery.

- Hmm. - How's sharbat?

Critical, but her cardiac output is good.

Her family sold her to that dirtbag

when she was just 13, major.

Man: Whoa, whoa, hold on! You can't go in there.

Your sister's in surgery.

Sounds like sharbat's brother finally tracked her down.

Son of a bitch. Now her drug-dealing brother's here?

She asked to see him, drew.

I don't care. He's not coming in here.

Marquez, have the mps bring him in.

Make sure he's been patted down.

Okay, bring him in, sergeant.

My name is omed gilzhai.

I demand to see my sister!

Scary drug dealer, huh? How do you feel now?

Don't even.

Badass save out there, doc. We got lucky.

So, any chance you reconsidered what I asked?

Still not a good time, Sam.

"It's not you, it's me." Got it.

After three times, quit asking.

Satellite pharmacy, pick up extension 23.

You just went Dr. no on that hot fireman?

What? Your nickname at the clinic.

After all the dudes you shot down.

Who are you, Dr. yes?

With him? Dr. hell yes.

Oh, man, Shannon, do not date guys from work.

It's not worth it, trust me.

Yeah. T.C. And Dr. clemmens.

That must have been interesting.

Shut it. Sorry, filter malfunction.

- Yeah. - Just got a new case.

Frat brother doing a "jackass" gag.

Wrestled in a ring of thumb tacks.

- Ow! - Relax.

I'm working him up,

but I need you to sign off on my discharge first.

Ranchero with a cold wants to go.

Reminds me of my grandpa.

He used to run cattle on the res.

Presenting symptoms?

Weakness, chills, sounded viral.

Told him to go home and sleep it off.

Okay.

Gracias.

Okay, you missed something.

Positive belt buckle sign.

You're joking, right?

No. Stoic hispanic men like him only see a doctor

if there is something massively wrong.

But his exam is normal.

Did your grandfather go to the hospital?