All language subtitles for The.Night.Shift.S04E07.HDTV.x264-KILLERS

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[Trumpet playing "Taps"]

♪

Any word on Locke?

Yeah, turned himself in an hour ago.

Hopefully it'll give
Mac's family some peace

knowing justice is comin'.

There's no justice in Mac's death.

Who are these clowns?

The Covenant Order. I can't
believe they're here.

They're a hate group that
believes that every cop, kid,

and soldier who's killed is dead
because God hates gay people.

They make the Westboro Baptist Church

look like Boy Scouts.

Man: Despicable on a day where
we're here with Mac's mother

to honor her fallen son.

Good, Xavier Arnold's here. Guy's
always got the troops' backs.

Yeah, he's gonna be our next governor.

He's got my vote.
He's one of the good ones.

You're damn right. He's one of us...

A state Senator, hero of Taji Qasr.

You were there, right?

The only heroes that day
were the ones we buried.

God hates gays. That's
why your son is dead.

- Hey, watch your mouth.
- He deserved to die.

Hey, you better stop talking.

Easy, easy. They're just
trying to bait you.

[Amplified voice] Your
son died for the Sodomites!

We can't let 'em talk to
Mac's family like that.

Your son was a gift from God!

Now he's going to hell because of you,

and you have nobody to
blame but yourself, bitch!

[Grunts]

[Indistinct shouting]

[Grunting]

[Camera shutters clicking]

Stop, stop! We're here to honor a hero!

- [Grunting]
- [Whack]

Aah!

[Shouting continues]

Come with me. Let's get you out of here.

- [Shouting continues]
- Give me that!

Let go! [Grunts]

[Shouting continues]

You okay? Come on.
Let's get out of here.

I got you.

[Shouting continues]

You're going to hell!

[Shouting continues]

Man: You're killing people!

[Shouting continues]

Woman over P.A.: Dr. Curtis to imaging.

Dr. Curtis to imaging.

Whoa, whoa. Sir. Paul, wheelchair.

Hey, let us help you. I'm Dr. Rivera.

This is Dr. Cummings.

Uh, Doug Stratton.

I was patching up my roof
when I fell and busted my head.

- Were you unconscious?
- No, no. I walked her.

Okay, well, let's get
that wound looked at, huh?

- Yeah, yeah. Thanks.
- [Siren wailing in distance]

- [Camera shutters clicking]
- Sir, do you know who's responsible?

- Senator, how are you feeling?
- Senator Arnold, are you okay?

If the enemy couldn't
take me down at Taji Qasr,

The Covenant Order sure
as hell won't either.

Let's go. Let's get him out of here.

- [Reporters shouting at once]
- Drew!

- Totally unacceptable.
- I was standing up for Mac's mother.

My ass! You got baited in,
and you threw the first punch.

If you're trying to protect
her, you get her into a car.

You don't start a brawl.
You understand me, Drew?

Man: perseverance through
pain at Taji Qasr.

[Laughter]

- [Shouting indistinctly]
- We're going after him!

[Laughter]

Lawless, come on. Don't be a dick.

We started that movie three
times. I still haven't finished it.

You got a problem with
commitment, Alister?

Knock it off, Lawless.

No, he needs to be outside
at the latrine burning crap,

- not in here watching movies.
- Just give it back to him.

- Come on.
- All right. Get... Just get... come on.

Is that mud on your boots?

Yeah, I heard you had a
lot worse on your shorts

the first time you were out here.

ALL: Ooh!

- Group, attention!
- At ease.

Source spotted Saddam 2 clicks west.

Someplace called Taji Qasr. Let's go.

ALL: Yes, sir.

Better toughen up, Alister.
Bullets start flying,

they're not gonna care
about your feelings.

Hey, don't worry about it. We'll
be back in an hour. Two tops.

Man: Move out.

♪

Drew!

- I said, are you listening?
- I heard. Let's just do our jobs.

[Shouting continues]

And you! Do you ever
think before you act? Ever?

No, I'm too busy taking action.
Okay? Get out of my way.

All right, what do we got?

28-year-old photographer with blunt
orbital injury and monocular diplopia.

All right, Jocelyn, get the slit lamp

and dilating drops and
get her to Trauma 2.

We'll get a doc with
her as soon as we can.

I'm fine. Just give me my camera bag.

Please, I need my camera bag.

I got a 30-year-old male complaining
of chest and shoulder pains.

Says that he was tackled during a brawl,

landed on his left shoulder
at the bottom of a pileup.

- He's got a name?
- Yeah, it's Clark.

One of Mac's friends from the service?

No, he was one of the protesters.

Protestor?

[Camera shutter
clicking, siren wailing]

[Indistinct conversations]

All right, Senator, let's
get that back looked at.

There's a dirty bird you got there.

Okay, let's push a gram of
ceftriaxone before he goes to CT.

Start pushing.

You need anything for
the pain, Senator?

Just a Tylenol. I need
to keep my head clear.

No, it's this tingling
that's really bothering me.

- Okay, let's get him straight to CT.
- Okay, let's go.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa. You can stand.

This guy's just full of surprises.

So why'd you come in on
a gurney if you can walk?

Provides a nice contrast for when
I stroll out of here on my feet.

Appearances are important, gentlemen.

[Indistinct conversations in distance]

- Senator Arnold, are you okay?
- I've been better, Dr. Alexander.

I have a live television
debate in three hours

that I'm not gonna be late
for because some hot head

can't control his temper.

Well, obviously, we're gonna do
everything that we can to accommodate...

I'm a big reason why San Antonio
Memorial won the V.A. contract.

If you'd like to keep that funding,

I expect my treatment
in an expedient manner.

Of course. We'll take
care of it, Senator.

Good. And one more thing,
keep him the hell away from me.

♪

- So much for two hours.
- Don't worry, Alister.

If anyone wants you, they
gotta come through me first.

Empty streets. Some bad juju.

Either way, we're not
coming back empty-handed.

- Shea, don't!
- [Explosion]

[Gunfire, man shouts indistinctly]

Take cover!

Get down! Get down!

[Gunshots]

[Man shouting indistinctly,
gunfire continues]

- Don't touch that door!
- [Explosion]

Medic! Medic!

- Medic!
- Drew.

Trauma 2.

♪

I'll bring him to CT. Let's go.

♪

[Sighs]

Lungs are clear.

EKG is normal. Normal range of motion.

Aah! God, that hurts.

- Okay.
- This whole area. Right in here, it hurts.

Well, maybe you should've
thought about that

before you disrespected our
friend's memorial service.

Well, maybe if your
friend didn't embrace fags,

he wouldn't have needed one.

That man has a name. It's
Mac Riley. He's a hero.

What the hell did you
ever do for your country?

Okay, Kenny. Enough.

Look, start an IV, send a trauma panel,

and get him to radiology for an X-ray.

[PA alert chimes, woman
speaking indistinctly]

[Breathing heavily] Whoa, hey.

What about the pain? My
shoulder's killing me.

Yeah, and, um, something for the pain.

Yeah, you're stable for now.

Oh, and about that pain,

you know, we're really busy
'cause a bunch of a-holes

sparked a riot at a veteran's memorial.

It's crazy, huh?

So I'll get back to you when I can.

You can't deny me treatment
because of my beliefs.

It's in the First Amendment!

Hey! I have rights!

You gotta be careful on the roof, Doug.

- Air is thinner up there.
- Yeah, I'm no fan of heights myself.

Gets me nervous just thinking about it.

I'm not afraid of heights.

I was a pilot. Flew
A-4s back in Vietnam.

- Skyhawks, huh?
- That's right.

My grandfather was a big history buff.

At 10, I knew more about
the Bolsheviks than Barbie.

[Chuckles]

[Machine beeps]

There are no other
injuries. No hematoma.

This is a penetrating wound, Doug.

You didn't fall from a roof.

Were you attacked?

No, nothing like that.

There are multiple wounds here

at various stages of healing, Doug.

Who's been digging into your head?

I have.

♪

[Monitor beeping]

♪

[Explosion]

[Defibrillator whines]

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You could've really hurt yourself, Doug.

What were you thinking?

I could make the pain go
away. I got a piece of shrapnel

lodged in my head during the
war. It's been there ever since.

Um... I-I thought you were a pilot.

I was until I was shot down
and became a prisoner of war.

How long were you in captivity?

Five years. Five years
in the Hanoi Hilton.

Solitary in a hole between
beatings and torture.

Look, I really need to get
this shrapnel out of my head.

It's starting to corrode, and
I feel like I'm losing my mind.

Memory loss, insomnia, headaches
that get worse every day.

Have you sought any treatment?

Spent every penny I had
over the last 50 years,

and I got no relief.

[Sighs] I'm tired of
doctors telling me I'm crazy,

so I tried to fix it myself.

Uh, we're gonna help you, Doug.

You gonna do the surgery?

Let's get a CT scan first,
and we'll go from there.

Thank you. Thank you, doctor.

Yeah, um, Dr. Rivera?

♪

2 point bump in the polls
today. God bless America.

[Telephone ringing in distance]

- Hey.
- CT results came back clean.

The eagle wing is clear of
the spine, but not by much.

- Great. Let's get it out.
- OR's prepped and ready.

Surgery? No way. Not happening.
What are my other options?

Senator, the CT may show that
the wing is clear of your spine,

but there is a margin of error.

Any removal carries a risk
of damage to your spinal cord,

which could limit your ability to walk,

cause paralysis elsewhere.

We need to be as
cautious as possible here.

I can't miss this debate.

I don't show up, I lose my
lead in the polls, all right?

- There's gotta be another way.
- Actually, there is.

I steal local anesthesia here,
take it right out in the E.R.

There's no recovery time, you walk
straight out tonight. No problem.

Yes, but the surgical
option is more precise,

and there's far less margin for error.

Senator, you don't want anybody
digging around in your back

like a bull in a china shop.

Dr. Alexander, do you have
any veteran doctors here?

Uh, T.C. Callahan is one of our best.

- Who were you with, Callahan?
- Ranger Regiment.

Then, Ranger, lead the way.

Okay.

Very well. I'll have a nurse
sent in shortly to prep you.

Dr. Callahan, a word.

[Doors open]

Sure. Back in a moment.

Senator, I will be right back.

[Telephone ringing in distance]

I had no idea you were
working here tonight, T.C.,

or at all, for that matter.

You know, this is a
hospital, not a hotel.

You don't just get to
come and go as you please.

Circumstances change, Scott.
You gotta change with them.

You of all people should know that.

Surgery's the right call
in there, and you know it.

- And you know it, too.
- How about we just take a breath?

We have a high-profile patient
in there that needs to be

- treated and moved out.
- Yeah.

I can handle it.

Yeah? Well, you better hope so,

'cause the Senator's ability
to walk might depend on it.

[Door opens and closes]

I'm not dealing with this
crap between you and Scott.

[Chuckles] Look, he's
never liked me, never will.

That's just Scott being Scott.

No, that's Scott looking
out for this hospital.

Great. I'm trying to help him.

Okay. Now I need you to help me.

I have to make schedules for the staff,

I have to assign doctors to patients,

and I can't do that

based on who just decides
to show up that night.

- [Scoffs]
- T.C., I need to know.

Do you wanna be here or don't you?

I honestly don't know.

♪

Ananya, why don't you
share something with me?

Why are you so interested in Arnold?

How can you not be?

He's an army vet who's about
to be our next governor.

Four years after that, who
knows? Maybe Washington.

Maybe you just have a
thing for men in uniform.

Not since I left the Army.

What was your MOS?

- 25 Victor. Combat camera.
- Nice.

What made you, uh, choose that?

I wanted close to the action,
but no chicks in combat,

at least back then.

Combat camera was my way in.

Well, thankfully, you're
a better photographer

than you are a fighter.

I was the best.

Won awards for my work
before and during my service.

So why'd you leave the Army?

Have you ever heard of Hafire?

Sure, yeah. Biggest
scandal since Abu Ghraib.

The soldier pissing on
the dead insurgent's body.

You had five grunts court-martialed.

Commanders three
levels up were relieved.

A lot of people lost
their careers that day.

Mine was one of 'em.

[Touchscreen clicks]

I took the picture that
brought it all down.

I didn't even see
those guys in the back.

I focused on the wounded, but my CO did.

♪

- Wish I took that one instead.
- [Gunfire]

[Gunfire]

[Man shouting indistinctly]

Hammer base, this is hammer two!

Troops in contact! Heavy contact!

Need QRF time now!

[Gunfire continues]

[Grunting]

Hey. Easy, easy, easy, easy.
I got you. Sit, sit, sit.

That IED almost took my head off.

Yeah. You're gonna be
okay. You're gonna be okay.

[Gunfire continues]

He's got a skull fracture, sir!

Signs of increased pressure!
We gotta get him out of here!

QRF's still 10 miles south!

Just keep talking to me. Come on.

Tell me... tell me another
one of your dumb stories.

The QRF is late. Should've
been here 10 minutes ago!

He's losing consciousness!

10 mikes out! Do what you can!

- We don't have that kind of time, sir!
- Doctor?

Doctor.

[Touchscreen clicks]

[Machine whirs]

♪

[Exhaling deeply]

Hey, Doug.

Try not to move, okay?

Get me out. I-I want out.

- It's just a few more seconds, Doug.
- Let me outta here!

- I can't take it!
- Hold on. Lay down, okay? We're almost...

- [Panting]
- Doug. Doug, hey.

- Aah!
- Whoa!

- Hey.
- Hey, Doug. It's okay.

- Stay back!
- It's over. It's over.

- It's over.
- Stay back! Stay back!

- It's over. You're okay.
- Back!

- Doug, we're trying to help, okay? Doug.
- Get away!

Hey, hey. We're trying to
help, okay? Just calm...

Get away! Get away! Get
away from me! Get away!

[Locks click, Doug
shouting indistinctly]

♪

No! No!

[Pounding]

Let me out!

[Crying]

- [Monitor beeping erratically]
- [Gasping]

- When did this happen?
- Just now returning from X-ray.

- Whoa, what's going on?
- Acute stridor.

- Did you check on him?
- I got... called away.

You may need to rethink that
story if this goes south.

- Did you give him any meds?
- No.

No, I can rule out allergic reaction.

Serendipity view shows
a dislocated clavicle

that's compressing his airway
and major vessels to the heart.

- Kenny, start an IV.
- I'm on it.

Give him a third of
morphine. Towel clip.

[Monitor beeping rapidly]

[Bone cracks]

[Monitor beeping steadily]

- Vitals are stable.
- Ah, his pulse is returning.

Okay, we're not out of the woods yet.

[Monitor beeping steadily]

Okay, Senator, this will
be over before you know it.

Just like this debate. I'm gonna
mop the floor with Glennon's ass.

Just let us know if
you feel anything, okay?

♪

Okay, just gonna grab hold of this.

♪

Got it.

♪

And here we... go.

♪

Easy peasy.

[Instrument clatters, paper rustling]

Okay, Senator. There you go.

[Sighs]

♪

- Senator?
- [Exhales deeply]

- You okay?
- Where does it hurt?

- Oh, my head. I-It's pounding.
- He's leaking spinal fluid.

His wing was adhered to the dura.

It tore when you pulled it out.

- Okay, Senator, let's get you lying down.
- Make... Make it stop. Make it stop, please.

- Okay.
- T.C., move.

Jordan, let's start infusion now.

Okay.

[Exhaling sharply]

Infusion's in. Senator,
how are you feeling?

Same. You said that was gonna help.

What the hell kind of hospital is this?

- Is this how you treat your vets?
- We give all of our vets five-star treatment

just like we're giving you.

But it's time to face some facts here.

This leak may need to
be repaired surgically.

Great. So we're starting all over again.

Is there anything you can do?

♪

- Blood patch?
- Yeah.

What's that?

Blood from your vein is injected
into the wound to plug the leak.

- It's a common procedure.
- This would be an uncommon application.

Blood patch is usually for
post lumbar puncture headaches.

But it might be your best option.

Fine. If you guys mess this
one up, it's your asses.

No pressure.

♪

Paul: Doug? Doug, can you hear me?

What are you doing?

Oh, the Tap Code. My
grandfather taught it to me.

It's a form of
communication that prisoners

and POWs like Doug have
used for over a century.

You tap down then
across for each letter.

The things you know.

[Knocking continues]

Maybe we should just call security?

Shut up. It's not like YouTube.

It takes a minute to figure it out.

[Tapping]

- What's he saying?
- Uh...

Food. Food. He's hungry.
Tell him that we're on it.

[Knocking continues]

♪

I gotta say, you're one cool chick.

All right.

Sorry, Cain. I know I messed up.

- Yeah, you think?
- Cain.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. How's he doing?

Dislocated clavicle,
could've been worse.

Well, make sure it's
not. An agent just called

from the FBI's Hate Crimes Task Force.

One of his local undercovers is missing.

- This guy's a Fed?
- And a Navy vet.

- That's him.
- Yeah.

I'll let them know.
Whatever he needs, you do.

There's a lot of eyes on this now.

You come get me if
there's any problems.

Yeah.

♪

You locked your
patient, Doug, in the CT.

Yeah, we used The Tap
Code to coax him out.

We think he was flashing back to
his days in captivity. He was a POW.

Interesting. It says he's
got a shrapnel in his head,

but the CT was negative.

I pulled his records from the V.A.

He's done a lot over the years...

Cognitive therapy, medications.

He even tried psychiatric help.

This is crazy. Doug
didn't ask for drugs.

He shies away from attention.

Why would he drive himself
broke chasing a lie?

That's because Doug
doesn't think he's lying.

He has Somatic Delusional Disorder.

It's when a patient has
delusions of a physical defect

or medical condition
even when none exists,

and those treatments are
usually ineffective against it.

So what options do we have now?

Well, there's one, but
it's unconventional.

Yeah?

Anesthesia, a small incision,
and then we send Doug on his way

thinking that the shrapnel's gone.

The shrapnel that isn't there.

- Like a sham surgery.
- Absolutely not. No.

We've had enough shortcuts
around here tonight.

And, Paul, think.

Any sham procedure
carries all the same risks

as a real one does...
Bleeding, infection,

complications from anesthesia.

And that's not even getting
into all the ethical issues.

No, no. Just... Scott,
just talk to him, okay?

Just listen, please.

♪

[Gunfire]

We gotta get him out of here!

Stay and cover!

Shea? Shea. Shea, come
on. No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no. Shea! Shea!

Get up! Get up! Get up!

Get up! Get up!

- Evac is here! Prepare to move!
- Shea!

[Gunfire continues]

[Explosion]

- Sweep it clear, men!
- Man: Yes, sir, Captain Arnold!

[Men speak indistinctly]

♪

Drew. It's Ananya. She needs you.

[Chair wheels roll]

- Ananya, are you okay?
- Yeah.

- What happened?
- Nature was calling.

I couldn't find the switch.

So I just went in the dark.

Impressive, yeah.

It was until I was finished.

Tried to find the door. I
guess the wall found me first.

Yeah, well, if you're
looking for attention,

there are simpler ways to get it.

- [Groans] You're telling me.
- Yeah.

[Sighs] I took a million
photos and... Never mind.

No, no. What were you gonna say?

I took a million photos
of soldiers at their best

that almost nobody ever saw.

I accidentally take one at their worst,

and it's all anyone remembers.

Right, well, you just gotta keep at it.

Give them something
else to remember you by.

Yeah, well, you definitely got a bruise.

Mollie, why don't you
get her to her room?

- And I'll check on you later.
- Yeah, yeah.

- Okay.
- Whoa, whoa. Easy there, Turbo.

Ananya, how many
fingers am I holding up?

Hopefully more than just the middle one.

Night blindness, peripheral vision loss.

I'm gonna call the ophthalmologist.

See if she can see you tonight, okay?

- Wait, there's no need for that.
- Why is that?

I already know I'm going blind.

♪

Almost done, sir.

How are his vitals?

[Typing, monitor beeping steadily]

- He's getting more tachycardic.
- [Panting]

Try to stay still.

These images are taking
forever to download.

- Recycle blood pressure.
- [Beeping continues]

[Long, steady beep]

[Gasping]

His pressure just tanked. What's

- happening?
- He's bleeding internally.

Get a surgeon. Tell
them to get to the OR

- before we lose an FBI agent.
- I'm on it.

[Door opens]

[Monitor beeping steadily]

It's called Retinitis Pigmentosa.

It's an inherited,
degenerative eye disease.

Yeah, well, that explains
the night blindness

and the tunnel vision. Follow my finger.

Ah. Vitamin supplements and
acetazolamide might help.

But they won't stop it, and
I can't afford them, anyway.

- V.A. will pay for it.
- No, they won't.

It's a pre-existing
condition, not service-related.

Then we'll think of something else.

We don't give up on people.

If only I met you a couple years ago.

It's too late, doc. It's not reversible.

I already accepted that
I'm going to be blind.

That why you're so trigger-happy
chasing Xavier Arnold?

My freelance work is all I
have. Soon, I won't have that.

My instructor at AIT told us
that we were like infantry.

We had film, they had bullets,

but all of us had to
make each shot count.

[Voice breaking] "Make
it matter," he used to say.

I just wanna matter again
before my time runs out.

I get that.

Maybe I can snap a photo and
get a quote from the Senator

before he leaves.

Telling his story is
helping me rewrite my own.

God knows I need to.

Well, there's always a
light in the darkness.

If you find it, let me know.

♪

You mess this one up, too?

Seem more like a butcher
than a doctor to me, Callahan.

Didn't mess up. I just tried something
that didn't work out, all right?

Medicine is not a perfect science.

I was just busting
balls. At ease, Ranger.

- Okay.
- [Smoothing tape]

- Hey, can I keep this?
- Yeah, I don't see why not.

It'd make a hell of an
addition to the trophy room.

- Put it with my stuff, please.
- Yeah, sure.

- Thanks.
- [Clatter]

- When did you get your tab?
- '97, back when it was hard.

- Right.
- You?

'04. Started in '04. Got
recycled a couple times.

- Slow learner.
- Always.

You go straight through?

Yep. Second phase was a bitch, though.

You mean mountain phase?

Yeah, mountains.

It was the desert phase
I found hardest, you know,

it's just, uh, I couldn't beat the heat.

Yeah, that one... was rough, too.

[Sighs]

Okay, um, I'm gonna be
back in a minute.

Okay.

♪

Lead the way, Ranger.

♪

Hello, Doug. I'm Dr. Scott Clemmens.

I'm the Chief of Surgery here.

Hope you're feeling better,
and you've enjoyed your dinner.

Well, doc, you go years
without a good meal,

you enjoy every one after.

If you ate here every
night, you might not.

[Chuckles]

I appreciate you believing me.

It's been my experience that
that's the exception, not the rule.

You know, the most important
thing during my captivity

was keeping the faith.

You ever hear of a Missing Man Table?

Mm.

It's a tribute at military dining halls

to those who can't be with us.

A symbol of faith with the missing.

Each item on the table represents

a different way of honoring them.

A lemon, not an orange,

for the bitter fate of the missing.

Salt, for the tears of
the families waiting.

And... an inverted glass

for those who cannot partake.

- Hmm.
- Hmm.

It's a beautiful tradition, Doug.

You must be as proud of your
service as we certainly are.

Before I was shot down,
I was a damn good pilot.

Trained others, kept rookies alive.

I was making a difference.

But when I was captured, it all stopped.

That day my service
stopped, it just went away.

While other guys were still fighting,

I was signing statements
against my country.

It's hard to take pride in that.

Well, Doug, you were...
You were tortured.

Any of us would've done the same.

But you didn't. I did.

I endured what I could, but...

Every man has his limit.

I guess I hit mine and now... I just

want the pain to go away.

So, doc, uh... [Sighs]
what about that surgery?

♪

We're still working on it, sir.

Ah. Been waiting 50 years,

I guess a few more hours won't hurt.

♪

[Door creaks closed]

Well, you were right.
It's a hell of a story.

Hell of a man.

Exactly. He spent all of his
money hunting down this demon,

and real or imagined, it is killing him.

He's a hero and, you know,
if we put him out now,

he may never come back.

I have an idea. [Sighs]

We've been working
really hard for the V.A.

It's time to put the
V.A. to work for us.

♪

- What's this all about?
- [Door closes]

This is your service
continuing to serve.

Hank Hughes, Afghanistan.

Date of capture... 1 October 2009.

♪

Paul Adkins, Vietnam.

Date of capture... 10 June 1972.

♪

Rosa Estrada, Desert Storm. Date
of capture... 30 January 1991.

Each one of these veterans were
prisoners of war since Vietnam.

And lessons they learned
from your captivity,

helped them survive their
own captivity with honor.

They all returned to
their families sooner

because of you, Doug.

- This is amazing.
- That's gotta feel good,

seeing the impact you've
had on those that followed

in your footsteps, Doug.

No, it's... it's great.
It... It feels great.

Thank you guys for this.

I can't tell you how
much it means to me and...

to the guys that didn't
make it back. [Chuckles]

♪

- ♪ I hear the silence ♪
- [Clears throat, sniffles]

It's gonna feel even better
once I get this shrapnel removed.

♪

Best day of my life.

Thank you guys so much.

- Welcome home, brother.
- Welcome home, Doug.

[Lowered voice] Now what?

♪

Hey. Hey. [Lowered voice]
I noticed you didn't seem

too thrilled in there to see
your war buddy, Xavier Arnold.

No, no, your buddy. Not mine.

Yeah, about that. Okay, so, um,

he said he went to Ranger school in '97.

When I mentioned desert
phase, he went along with it.

But desert phase hasn't been
a part of training since '95.

And anybody's who's been in
the school would know that.

So I checked his medical records,

and there's no sign he
ever reported to the school.

So I think he's lying.

Yeah, uh, well, it's
amazing what people will see

when they remove their
noses from his ass.

You don't seem too surprised by this.

- Is that why you hate him?
- No. He's done far worse.

♪

- [Man shouting indistinctly]
- Should've been here sooner.

- That's enough, Alister.
- They were on a 10-minute string

and they took their sweet-ass
time and they got here in 20.

- Man: Make sure it's clear!
- Their one job is to answer our call,

and if they would've
answered it on time,

- then Shea would still be alive.
- I said that's enough.

[Man shouting indistinctly in distance]

- We've cleared the perimeter, sir.
- What about up there?

Hey, numb nuts. Numb
nuts, I'm talking to you.

- You know how to tell time?
- Is there a problem, Sergeant?

No problem, sir. Just a long day.

You're welcome.

It was him. 10 minutes late.

So every time he's on the
news or doing an interview,

I've had to watch him
embellish that battle

and his role in it more and more.

Okay, so why don't
you call him out on it?

[Exhales] I just
figured it would drudge up

- more stuff than it's worth.
- And now it's killing you?

Yeah. Yeah, now it's killing me.

- I can't take it anymore.
- Let's go nail his ass. Come on.

Can you finish filling this out?

- Sure.
- Thank you.

Hey, guys. Hey. Where are you going?

To expose a fraud.

That scumbag, Xavier Arnold embellished
his record, God knows what else.

I really need both of you to
consider what you're about to do.

No, no, every time that guy
takes credit for being a Ranger,

he pisses on my brother's grave.

He's dishonoring the sacrifice Rick
and I made, and countless others.

No, he's gotta be put in his place.

- Okay, but at what cost?
- What do you mean, "what cost"?

If what you're saying is true, then
I don't like him any more than you do,

but like it or not,
he's done good things.

This hospital is treating more veterans

than it ever has before,
and that's because of him.

And if you expose him,
that all goes away.

- Jordan, you never served. You wouldn't understand.
- I've never served?

No, you've never served.
You wouldn't get it.

Oh, was I serving when I waited for you

to come home from three different tours,

jumping every time the phone rang

or a car pulled in the driveway,

and I was praying to God that
it wasn't news about you.

Or when I nursed Annie through rehab

when Thad was gone,
and again when he died.

Was I serving then? I may
never have worn a uniform,

but you don't dare tell
me that I never served.

It's not the same, okay?
I'm sorry, but it's not.

And anybody who's gonna
tell a lie like that...

- Listen, I hear you. I hear both of you.
- Hey, both... Jordan, listen.

I respect what you went
through, but you weren't there,

and you didn't see what I saw,
you haven't seen what he's seen.

Xavier Arnold is a liar. He's exploiting
real heroes for his own personal gain,

and I'm not gonna stand for
it, and neither should you.

He needs to be held accountable.

All right.

I really want you guys to consider

what you're about to do.

Because the second and
third order effects,

they go way beyond your world.

♪

Excuse me, I have an
event I need to get to.

- Ah, just tell them you're going to be late.
- I'm sure they won't mind.

You have a bad habit of
showing up on your own time.

I beg your pardon?

Mac's memorial, Taji Qasr.

You were there.
I knew I recognized you.

That's right, asshole.

And I know what you did and didn't do.

You didn't go to Ranger
school either, did you?

How dare you accuse me of that.

Well, that's how all you
PX Rangers get away with it.

Nobody does ask the question.

You carved a political career

out of a false military one, Arnold.

That's stolen valor.

I'll do anything.

I'll say anything.

Just please don't expose me. Not now.

Shut up. Get over here.

See that woman right
there with the camera?

Her name is Ananya.

She's a vet, and for some
reason, a big fan of yours.

She got a raw deal in the service,

and she's going blind now.
And you're gonna fix it.

How the hell can I do that?

By adding her to your
communications team.

My staff's full.

Are you a complete moron?

We can't tee this up for you any better.

It's a blind vet in need of employment.

You are gonna hire her permanently.

Look, you've been doing some
good things for veterans.

Keep that up, make sure
Ananya's a part of it,

- won't be any problem.
- But you slip up just once,

I'll make sure the truth sets you free.

Arnold. One more thing.

Keep Taji Qasr out of your mouth.

You didn't earn that right.

♪

- Hi. Senator Xavier Arnold.
- Ananya: Hi, Senator.

[Indistinct conversations]

Great, that should do it. Thank you.

Oh, hey. Is this, uh, this
our undercover protestor?

That it is. He's all fixed up.

T.C. Callahan, meet Special
Agent Clark Doss. FBI.

Hey. You're a squid, I hear.

Yes, sir. And I hear
you're a ground pounder.

[Chuckles] Don't be jealous.

[Chuckles] Not in the least.

Anyway, my apologies.
You know, much respect

to what you were doing,
but, uh, damn, you're good.

Really wanted to clock you.

Yeah, I hated spewing
that hateful garbage.

But it was worth it
to put those guys away.

I just talked to my
boss, and he said that

my undercover work
gave them enough to put

The Covenant Order's leader
away for a while so...

It's the best news I've heard all day.

[Wheels rattling]

Hey, thanks for covering
for me with Scott.

Yeah, no problem. I get it.
Sometimes passion gets the best of us.

[Elevator bell dings]

We really appreciate
you doing this for us.

Yeah, we know it's not
something you normally do.

Well, sometimes for a guy like
Doug, you gotta break the rules.

All right, Doug, we're
here to take you to surgery.

[Curtain rings whoosh]

♪

_

Arnold: Can't tell you all how
much it means to me and my family,

and I know a lot of you are wondering

how I feel about this morning's events.

All I have to say to that is,

I guess a little freedom never
hurt anybody, am I right?

- [Cheering]
- Douche.

Drew, great news. Senator
Arnold offered me a job.

He's been following my blog for
years. He's a big fan of my work.

That's awesome. When do you start?

Right now. He sent a car
to take me to the debate

as soon as I was discharged.
I'm gonna matter again, Drew.

You always matter. You
just didn't know it.

[Kisses] Thank you.

[Telephone ringing]

Woman over P.A.:
Respiratory therapist to...

Hey, you got a sec?

Yeah, sure.

Look, I just wanted to
make sure you understood why

I couldn't give you a
definite answer about staying.

What, you think I don't know?

You can't walk down
one side of the street

without wishing you were on the other.

Yeah, except now the
streets are here or Syria.

Or Afghanistan or Iraq.

Knowing you is like being in
that movie "Groundhog Day."

[Chuckles]

"Ned! Ned Ryerson?"

[Chuckles]

We miss you.

We do. You're a part of this family.

You know, we lost Topher and Mac,

and we really don't wanna lose you.

Your coming and your going,

it's sort of a play
on everyone's emotions.

And, um, if you're gonna be here,

and we're gonna commit
to you being here,

then we want the same
commitment in return.

Okay, you're right. [Sighs]

Can I have a few more days?

I've been trying to
get in touch with Annie,

and she's not answering my calls.

I still need to get my head
around this Mac, Topher...

Yeah, no. I understand.

- Okay.
- Yeah, you know where to find me.

- I wouldn't know what to do if I couldn't.
- Yeah.

["Knockin' On Heaven's
Door" by Bob Dylan playing]

♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh ♪

♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh ♪

♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh ♪

♪

♪ Mama, take this badge off of me ♪

♪

♪ I can't use it anymore ♪

♪

♪ It's gettin' dark, too dark to see ♪

♪

♪ Feel like I'm knocking
on heaven's door ♪

[Sobbing]

♪ Knock, knock, knocking
on heaven's door ♪

- Drew.
- Hey.

It's a long day, huh?

Long night.

- Yeah.
- Long week.

Mac, Ananya, Xavier
Arnold, it brings stuff up.

It's that battle, huh? The
one that T.C. mentioned.

Taji Qasr? Yeah.

Lost a buddy of mine... Shea.

All he needed was a Burr
Hole to relieve the pressure.

If I knew then what I
knew now, but I failed him.

So I promised myself I
wouldn't let that happen again.

- Hmm.
- That's why I became a doctor.

And Xavier Arnold... He was there?

About 10 minutes too late.

If he was where he was supposed to be,

then maybe Shea would still be alive.

But if he wasn't there at all,

then maybe you wouldn't be here.

♪

I never finished this
movie. Not since that day.

It's like time stopped.

Can't bring myself to finish it.

[Inhales deeply]
Well, I've never seen it.

Do you mind if I watch it with you?

♪

♪ Knock, knock, knocking
on heaven's door ♪

♪ Knock, knock, knockin'
on heaven's door ♪

Punxsutawney Phil, the seer of seers...

♪ Knock, knock, knockin'
on heaven's door ♪

♪

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