The Night Shift

Previously on "The Night Shift"...

We're taking everyone we can to the base near the border.

- Come with us. - I can't leave Syd behind,

and he's the only chance I got of finding her.

Amira: He and his people killed our families and friends,

maybe yours, too.

You're a nurse and a temp one, at that.

Do your job.

- Mac. - Where the hell am I?

It's okay. We've got you.

This is the freakin' V.A.

This is the exact place I told you I didn't wanna end up.

- Mac. Mac, you gotta relax. - Mac.

- He's seizing. -

And I don't know much about the V.A.

I'll steer the ship, and I'll aid in the transition.

And what do you want in return?

I want my family back.

- And Paul. I want him back, too. - I'll take care of it.

Please come help us!

- Oh, my God. - I can only fit one of you in here.

Abby's intestines are exposed. The fall could kill her.

- One, two... three! - I'm not doing it!

Aah!

Sofia! You gotta let go, or we're all gonna die.

Save me!

- No, I'm doing it! - You have to.

I'm not falling!

We don't have any time for this. Sofia, you gotta let go.

- No, I can't. - You have to.

- That airbag will catch you. - No, I...

Everybody, clear out! Go, go! Go!

Hey, you're unstable, Drew!

Get her down now! Whatever it takes!

Listen to me, listen to me, okay?

I promise you, you're gonna be safe.

No.

I gotta do this. I'm so sorry.

- Stop it! What are you doing? - You can do it.

Oh, my God. No. Stop! Aah!

- Man: All right, go! -

Sofia's okay.

Hey, Paul, clear an ambulance.

Abby's bleeding out. We're coming down. Let's go.

So my friend is here? I said I had another American, so they waited.

- Twice the money. -

- -

T.C.!

Syd. Thank God you're alive.

- Oh, my God! -

Shh, shh. We don't have much time.

- - What are you doing?

We've got to get outta here.

- Did they hurt you? - I'll be okay.

These guys... They're just bush league, okay?

- They just wanna get paid. -

The next stop is Caliphate. Then we're dead.

- I thought I was gonna... -

No, no, hey, hey. You are not going out like this.

- Okay. - I promise.

Okay. I know.

I debulked as much of his tumor as possible

without affecting his speech.

So he'll need radiation and chemo?

He has an aggressive glioblastoma.

Going forward, we have to weigh the cost/benefit.

Are you saying that as his doctor

or as the new owner of this hospital?

Sergeant Riley's surgery alone cost $150,000.

The V.A. might not pay for it.

And our deal with them won't kick in for a few weeks.

You know, Scott and I wouldn't be here if it weren't for Mac.

And I wouldn't have done his surgery

if you hadn't ambushed me with a press conference.

Look, Julian, we thank you for going the extra mile for Mac.

We so appreciate it, but he's my patient now.

So let's get back to work.

We got a sick hospital to save, right?

I couldn't agree with you more, Scott.

Good.

[Monitor beeping steadily, telephone ringing]

- -

You're gonna need an operation to remove your lips

from that man's butt.

Hey. Look, I don't like him either,

but he's a necessary evil.

So what, pucker up, buttercup?

Pick our battles.

I'd say getting cutting edge surgery for Mac

is a damn good start.

Right?

Now let's bring Paul back in the boat.

Pulse 137, BP's 81 over 40 after 500 CCs of NS

and 4 of morphine.

She has a wound dehiscence from a recent operation.

Hi, my name's Dr. Clemmens. I'm gonna be doing your surgery.

- Does it hurt anywhere else? - No. Aah!

Can you tell me about the procedure that you had?

Hi, I'm Abby's mom. I'm Dana. What... what happened?

I'm Dr. Alister.

This is Dr. Clemmens, head of surgery.

The accident opened up Abby's abdominal wall.

So she's in critical condition.

We're gonna take her up to the O.R.

Does you daughter have any medical problems

or history of surgery?

No, no. She's always been completely healthy.

Are you sure? Because she's got...

Ow!

- Oh, my God! - Okay, let's go.

No, baby, I'm right here. I'm right here. Wait.

Abby, we need you to stay calm,

or the bleeding's just gonna get worse.

Your daughter's in good hands.

- I'll update you as soon as we can. - I'm not going anywhere.

Abby, Abby, listen to me. You had a surgery.

I need to know exactly...

You can't tell her. She doesn't know.

Know what?

I had an abortion in Juarez.

Please don't let me die.

Omar? What'd you do?

What I had to. Let's go. Now!

Okay.

They've changed the plans. They were going to kill us.

Aah!

You need a hospital, Omar. You've lost a lot of blood.

I'll die anyway if the Caliphate finds me.

Just wanna go home, you know?

Where are you from? London?

- Whitechapel. -

I watched videos, came here to fight for jihad.

Had no idea what the Caliphate was really about.

So why don't you go to Camp Yuma?

It's an American base. It's 50 clicks east of here.

There's a chopper that comes once a month from Turkey

to deliver med supplies.

We were supposed to fly out on it today.

How do I know you won't betray me to the American army?

That they won't waterboard me?

We'll tell them you saved our lives.

You give them intel on the Caliphate, you'll be safe.

Promise.

They'll pay you for the information.

I mean, in three days you will be in London,

10,000 pounds in your pocket.

Or you could, you know, bleed to death

in some bombed out building, and your family

will never even know what happened to you.

Your call.

How can I believe you?

I give you my word.

I got you this far, didn't I?

Okay. I'll go.

- - No!

What the hell did you do that for?

There's two of you and one of me.

Now the odds are even. Patch him up. Let's go.

[Siren wailing, indistinct conversations]

This amusement park mess is no joke.

Yeah, more on the way.

Drew has an intestinal evisceration headed for the O.R.

- Scott's on the way down. - Okay, got it.

Hey, Shannon, how are we doing with the walking wounded?

In the weeds,

but Cain's is treating and streeting like a boss.

Yo, first shift and this guy thinks he owns the place.

- He's a damn good nurse, Kenny. - Yeah, easy on the eyes, too.

[PA alert sounds, woman speaking indistinctly over PA]

It's itching bad, Kenny.

That cream didn't work.

Whoa, whoa, Otto. Okay. Okay, just...

Yeah, hold it right there. Uh...

You know what? I have just the guy for the job.

Just wait right there.

Yo, Diaz. Hey, bud, so, uh, Otto here has crotch lice.

- Uh, shave him. - Now?

- We have mass cas. - It's killing me!

Yeah, and my team's got it. You got Otto.

- He's yours. - You're the boss, Kenny.

- Come on. -

- - Easy.

Now you're still a little groggy from the surgery.

Surgery?

We removed your tumor. Almost all of it.

So I can die alone in some V.A.?

No.

No, Mac, you don't understand.

We are the V.A. now...

Me, Scott, Topher, Drew.

We're gonna treat you.

You should've let me go, Jordan.

You dragged your ass for 10 miles to safety.

You lit rescue fires.