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Combat Hospital S01E08
On The Brink Original Air Date: August 9, 2011

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(Helicopter blades whirring)

(Men) One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

(Man shouts indistinctly)

(Men) Six.

Higher! Higher! Higher!

Seven.

Come on!

Eight.

(Man) Keep it moving!

Nine.

(Clicks)

(Monitor beeping rhythmically)

(Men) Ten.

(Rebecca) I have never seen
so much shrapnel in one child.

I mean, did he step
on the entire minefield?

(Max) Judging by his leg,
I'd say yes.

(Simon) And done.

Well, while you two have been
faffing around down there,

I've managed to wash out his
extra and intracranial wounds,

retrieve all foreign objects,
and... finished.

He took one piece to the head.

One very small piece.

Mm-hmm.

You know, is it just me?
Or am I just,

like, super good at this,

and you guys are
oh, so painfully slow?

You know, I admit,
us orthopedic surgeons

can be pretty arrogant,

but you neurosurgeons
take the cake.

(Chuckles)

Forgive if I don't
put my forceps down

and give you
a standing ovation, Simon,

but I'm trying to keep
the patient from bleeding out.

B.P. Dropping again.

Damn it.
Hang another unit of blood.

Looks like our record
won't be extended after all.

Well, just to recap,
sports fans... two weeks,

no losses on the table,
for a save rate of 100%.

That's up from my usual
97% save rate.

If this was roulette,

someone would have called
the gaming commission.

B.P. Still falling.

No pressure, Dr. Gordon,
but it looks like

you have an audience that
doesn't want to be disappointed.

(Monitor beeping rhythmically)

(Rebecca) Clamp.

(Clink)

And if you have an extra one,

please, feel free to use it
on Dr. Simon's mouth.

Ouch.

(Speaks indistinctly)

So is this a private party,

or can anyone stop doing what
they're paid to do and join?

I was just leaving.

Oh, really?

And here I thought you were just
keeping tabs on the record.

What's it at now?
100% survival rate for 13 days?

I think it's 14.

- Oh, 14, really?
- How's it going in there?

It's not...

Don't say it.

Touch and go, sir.

Isn't there somewhere
you should be?

Graham.

Yes, sir.

Come here.

(Jet engines roaring)

Hey.

Hi, doc. Are you busy?

Captain from the base
wants to talk to you.

When?

I was kind of hoping now.

And you are?

Captain Clark Herndon.

Oh. Come in, captain.

Thank you, Kelly.

Please, take a seat.

I'm, uh, not here for myself.

'Course not.

It's a... tricky one.

Um...

Awkward... I mean,
you being a woman and all.

Oh, I'm not a woman.
I'm a psychiatrist. Go for it.

Well...

One of my young boys can't...

Keep his hands off himself.

(Inhales)

I mean, literally.

I, uh, I assumed that.

I mean, um...

You mean masturbation.

(Clears throat)

Well, I'd have to take a look
at his history first, but...

I mean, if it just started,

it could be a condition
associated with extreme stress.

Regardless, it sounds like

your private's having
some difficulties coping.

Can't he just
work it off at the gym?

Please, captain...

(Sighs)

He's a good man,

but if he can't stop, we're
gonna have to send him home,

and he'll never live it down.

It'll go on his record.

If it's a condition
associated with stress,

perhaps we don't
have to send him home.

I mean, standard treatment
is medication to reduce anxiety

and cognitive therapy
to divert the patient.

I need to find a horse to eat.

(Chuckles) I'll take the front
end. You take the rear.

Talking about horses' asses... Rebecca?
Breakfast? (Chuckles)

(Sighs)
Maybe after I've showered.

I think you may have brushed
up against me back there.

A shower? I thought
you'd never ask.

And she never, ever will.

Ever!

- Rebecca.
- Yeah.

Great job.
Look at this thing.

Oh, thanks.
Yeah, it was touch and go.

He had bits of I.E.D. peppered
throughout his abdomen.

You know the day I realized
I'd never be a surgeon?

My second year at med school.

Is this a long story?

No, it's only, my attention span
is more or less shot right now.

- It's short. Don't worry about it.
- Okay.

So I've got this date with this
undergrad... stunning, gorgeous...

I got it...

You've dated some hot girls
in your time, you wolf, you.

That's right. Anyways, I'm... I'm
running late after this jog...

That's ironic.

Yeah, right?
Mm.

Take a quick shower,
get dressed,

And, uh, by now I'm about
five minutes late.

I go to tie my shoelaces and I'm
so wound up that I can't.

My fingers keep tripping
over themselves

trying to tie the bow quickly, and bam.
(Snaps fingers)

That's when I realize... I'd be
useless under surgical pressure.

(Grunts)
Do you ever get that way?

Never.

Hence you're a trauma surgeon.

Yes.

So I'm going to take
a much-needed shower

and get some rest.

Well, have fun with that.

Yes, you, too.

(Helicopter blades whirring)

(Hannah)
Road collision outside Qalat.

Civilian bus versus
military convoy.

Terrorist.
Bad driver.

The bus caught on fire
before everyone was evacuated.

Numerous civilians injured.

R.C. South wants us
to take all nine.

9-liner report is 2 Alphas,
3 Bravos, and 4 Charlies,

including the driver
of the convoy.

We're down a T.T.L.

Graham, you feel like
putting on your P.A.'s hat?

Tell me where
and I'm there, sir.

Trauma team leader, bay 1.

Got it.

All right. Tell R.C. South
we're good to go.

Sergeant Corday
over from R.C. South.

(Pager beeps)

(Beep)

(Beep)

(Beep)

(Beep)

(Beep)

(Helicopter blades whirring)

(Siren whoops)

(Man) All right, nice and easy.
Nice and easy.

She's gone.

Can we get
two med techs over here?

(Indistinct conversations)

This is definitely priority one.

Delbar?

Severe dyspnea,
sign of cyanosis...

- Delbar?
- She's going into shock.

Prime 1! Bravo... bay 1!

Let's get ready, people!

Trauma bay 1.
What do we got?

Woman, 20s, B.P. 80 over 60, pulse
112, severe burns... (Gasping)

Dyspnea, signs of shock.
Two units Ringers in the field,

5 milligrams morphine
administered.

Etomidate.

Breathing sounds restricted,
stridor.

Hand give me a six tube.

Where's she burned?

- Right leg, both arms, chest.
- Trauma bay 2!

Air entry fair.
Give her half the fluid

in the first 8 hours and the rest
over the next 16. Etomidate.

(Bobby) Okay, we're getting
CO2 back.

Okay, let's continue
to manage her on Ringers.

Oxygen up.

What's the T.B.S. Percentage?

Total body surface burned...
I estimate 45%.

Doctor, I'm pretty sure

the percentage
is more than that.

(Suction gurgles)

Suction off.

Where's Rebecca? She's gonna
need some escharotomies.

Look, given the rule of 9s,
I've estimated 45%.

Do you want me
to go over the numbers?

No, doctor. Come on.
Let's go. Trauma bay 4.

Let's go, let's go.

This kid's gonna
need a head scan.

All right, you're up next.

Get Simon.

All right, I'm on it.

What have we got here?

He has an arm laceration

but isn't letting
anybody near him.

Let me see that.

- Just take care of that.
- Yeah.

Check on the O.R.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...
gotcha.

Hey... whoa, whoa.
Hold on, hold on.

Everything's...
Hey, relax, okay?

Hey...

Everything's gonna be cool.

It's okay. It's all right.

Let me look at your arm.

Please.
Let me look at the arm.

All right.
Not gonna hurt you.

Ah.

That's a nasty laceration.

All right.

Just give him 250 I.U.
Of tetanus I.S.G.,

followed by
a round of antibiotics.

Get this cleaned up
and stitched up.

Yes, sir.

(Grunts)

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, little fella.
Just relax.

We're gonna take
good care of you here.

Take a seat here. We're just
gonna check you out, okay?

Mm-hmm.

I want you to relax.

I'm gonna support you
and take your sling back.

- Aah.
- Don't worry.

- Okay.
- That hurts, does it?

Pulse 140.

They came out of nowhere, man.

By the time we saw them coming,

it was too late, and I tried to
swerve, and the bus was just...

was going way too fast.

Sorry. I missed my beeper.

Escharatomies.
We're going to O.R. 3.

Please don't let her die.

We're gonna do the best we can.

(Engines whir)

(Man) Who's on bay 2?

Is that you?

How's he doing?

Oh, he's a real trooper.

Hey, little buddy.

On another matter, sir,

Trang has a patient,
burned 50% of the body.

Yeah, one of the first
patients I saw.

- Yeah.
- Keeping her comfortable?

- Yeah, Rebecca's doing the escharatomies.
- Good.

Bobby felt that the patient
just had under 50% burns,

45%, to be exact.

Huh.

Permission to speak freely?

Always, Will.

Even if the woman had
45% coverage,

which I don't believe
she does...

Mm-hmm.

The type of care
that she's gonna require

is gonna burn out my nurses.

She's gonna be in and out
of the O.R. every other day

just to excise the burns
and to graft 'em.

She'll be in the I.C.U.
For weeks if not months.

Mm-hmm.

It would take a phenomenal
amount of nursing care

just to change her dressings...

I'm aware of what it will take.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Monitor beeping rhythmically)

I give you my word,
colonel, she will die.

Now 30%...
Okay, she's got a chance,

but 45%...
That's a death sentence.

She's on the bubble,
which is not much of a chance,

but it's better than zero.

It's cruel to keep her alive.

I mean, even if
she did survive, I mean,

no tertiary care, her family
couldn't afford the medication.

Plus, there's a possibility

that Bobby may be
rooting for the record.

You call her expectant, she dies
and the record dies with her.

Let's give Doctor Trang
more credit than that.

You get your team ready to treat
her in the I.C.U. after surgery.

Yes, sir.

And I'll make sure that Bobby's
with this every step of the way.

(Knock on door)

Private Marvers, come on in.

Thank you, ma'am.

Pull up a seat wherever.

How old are you, private?

Uh, I'm 20, ma'am.

You know why your captain
told you to come see me?

Yes, ma'am.

What happened to your hands?

Oh...

N-nothing.

(Scoffs)

How are you feeling
right now?

Nervous. Nervous, I guess.

And when you're nervous
or... or stressed,

does that make you feel
the, um, the urge?

Yes, ma'am.

But it's not...

It's not a sexual... thing.

I-I try to stop it,
but it's like...

(Sighs)

It's like my body's
betraying me.

I...

Am I a pervert?

No.

Not at all, private.

I mean, you're dealing
with life and death every day.

Everyone deals with stress
and fear differently.

This is a pretty scary,
stressful place,

wouldn't you say?

Yes, ma'am.

And it's a completely
natural part of life,

but if you're doing it more
and enjoying it less,

then it could point to

the possibility that there's
something maybe wrong.

I don't want to be
sent home from here,

especially not
for something like... like this.

Oh, I understand, private,

and I'm gonna do my best
to help you get sorted.

(Glad) I'm giving her a little
more succinylcholine.

(Simon) Pam, carefully pass me
the transducer.

(Simon) Vitals?

(Glad) Stable.
B.P. 70 over 20,

base excess down
to minus 5, ph 6.85.

Connecting
the I.C.P. Monitor.

(Pam) There it is.

Children like this
always get to me.

They're the hardest
for me, too.

I keep thinking of my nieces.

Ah, you saps, both of you.

A patient is a patient.

Concentrate on the injury,
not the person.

Don't pretend you've got
a heart of stone. I know you.

Oh, sweet Pam. Nobody knows me.
I am a man of mystery.

(Rebecca) As soon as we're done
here, it's over to the I.C.U.

The next 48 hours
will be crucial.

If she survives them, then we
can start excising the burns

and doing the skin grafting.

(Monitor beeping rhythmically)

I heard Will thinks

Bobby might have miscalculated
the burn percentage...

That we should let her go.

Did you?

(Beeping continues)

Well, I didn't hear that,

and besides,
this is Bobby's patient...

All right.

And he is determined
that she has a chance.

Now I know that this
is going to be a challenge,

but I think that
we're all up for it.

So...

Shall we continue?

Okay.

(Jet engines roaring)

Like this.

(Haroula Rose's
"Love Will Follow" playing)

Can you do that?

Like this.

If he doesn't smile here,
who's to say he smiles anywhere?

Maybe no one would
recognize him smiling.

That's a good point.

Did you find out his name?

Well, one of the injured says

that the man who put him
on the bus called him "Aref,"

but she doesn't know the man

and didn't recognize
the dialect.

Aref, look.

Speaking English... um...

♪ Where do you go? ♪

okay.
(Camera beeps, shutterer ccks)

Okay, make 50 copies of this

and hand 'em out to the Afghans
in and around the base.

Yes, sir.

Does he ever speak?

Does he ever speak?

No, he just follows me around
like a puppy dog.

And no one's come to claim him
or see if he's here.

No.

It's as if he just
dropped out of the sky.

♪ What do you look for? ♪

this is patient 407.

She's approximately
8 years old.

Um, her vitals are stable.
Five hours post surgical.

I evacuated a small hematoma...

Uh, placed an I.C.P. monitor.

She's on mannitol drip,
phenytoin to control seizures.

We infused vit K
and a healthy dose of platelets.

We're just waiting
for her to come around.

Good.

(Bobby) Jane Doe,
approximately 30 years old,

burns covering 45% of her body,

B.P.'s 90 over 60,
pulse 110.

We've done fluid resuscitation,

and we're managing
her hypothermia.

Rebecca's performed
three escharotomies,

and she's catheterized
and on a ventilator.

We're also watching
for her ins and outs.

What is your treatment plan?

Well, we're gonna
monitor her progress,

watch for infection
and rhabdomyolysis.

Have you tried
to contact her family?

No, not yet, sir,
but I'll get right on that.

So you're planning on
leaving her here in the hospital

the whole time it takes
for her to recover?

No, sir. I'm gonna call
all the local hospitals,

and, uh, see if they'll
take her in transfer.

Which they won't,

because they know
she won't survive these burns.

Hey, you don't know that.

You've made your point,
commander.

(Monitor beeping rhythmically)

Make your calls, Dr. Trang.

Hey.

You got enough room?
You want me to move, or...

(Helicopter blades whirring)

Ladies.

(Door closes)

This was a bad call, Bobby.

You weren't there.

Rule of nines is a way
to calculate an approximation

of how much a patient's body
is covered in burns.

She had less than 50% burns.

And which one of us
can measure 5% either way?

Me.

(Jet engines roaring)

You know, for 90 days
we're gonna torture her

with our advanced care,
and on the 91st day,

she'll be overwhelmed
with infection and she'll die.

(Monitor beeping rhythmically)

And in the meantime,

you'll turn Commander Royal
and his nurses against us.

I made my decision.

But did you make it
from a practical viewpoint

or an emotional one?

(Door opens) Who do you th...

How's she doing?

(Door closes)

No change.

Well, I bring news.

The name that she was repeating
over and over again in triage...

Delbar.

One of the other,
uh, crash survivors

just told Vans that that's
the name of her daughter.

(Sighs)

Well, that's... that's very sad,
of course, but...

Delbar is your patient, Simon.

The little girl you were
operating on this afternoon...

This is her mother Nabil.

You still think
we should leave her to die?

(Beeping continues)

(Door opens and closes)

(Speaks middle eastern dialect)

(Jet engines roaring)

(Speaks middle eastern dialect)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Speaks middle eastern dialect)

(Indistinct conversations
continue)

He doesn't even
understand me.

He doesn't speak
Pashto or Farsi,

but perhaps he speaks Hindko.

Hmm.

Hey.

He likes you, dude.

Yeah, he doesn't give me
half the trouble

of some people around here,
dude.

(Indistinct conversations
continue)

How is she?

Hanging in there,

just about.

I've just been speaking
to the colonel,

who said I should speak to you.

Mm. That sounds ominous.

This is, uh, Private Marvers.

How do you do, ma'am?

Private.

Marvers needs a little break
from his, uh, duties,

so the colonel thought
that sitting here

looking after your patient,
uh, might just fit the bill.

Really?

Um...

Can I just have
a minute, private?

Yes, ma'am.

I don't think that's
just such a good idea.

It'd do him good. He needs to
take his mind off, uh, things.

(Monitor beeping rhythmically)

What is he doing?

(Sighs) Stretching.

Look, it's a win-win situation.
You help him, and, um,

he can help you when you,
uh, need to take a break.

You're not gonna let me
say no to this, are you?

Of course not.

We're just gonna grab some food,
then we'll be right back.

Want anything from D-Fac?

No, I'm good.

Okay.

(Clears throat)
Come along, private.

♪ ♪

(Jet engines roaring)

(Engine rumbling)

We really need
more sterile ones in stock.

I'd say about 50. Is that...

Suzy.

Excuse me.

Suzy, wait.

Wait, Suzy. Wait. Look, I know
you all are backing your boss,

and I admire your loyalty, but I
made a purely clinical decision.

You undermined Will
on a marginal decision.

Marginal? How often do we see
the difference between

life and death separated by
the thinnest of margins?

If she doesn't die in here,

she almost certainly will
when she returns to her village,

and all you'll have achieved
is humiliating Will and us.

Us... who, the nurses?

Sitting in the I.C.U.... what,
as if somehow your presence

is gonna be the trump card?
Or are you keeping guard,

making sure that
we don't slip in

and let nature take its course?

You can't be serious?

(Indistinct conversations)

(Lowered voice)
Have you located her family?

Found a hospital
that'll take her?

Not yet.

You're hopeless.

I'll make the calls.

Thanks.

(Monitor beeping rhythmically)

Mm. Thanks.

Do you believe the suggestion
that my calculation of her burns

is based on the fact that
I want to keep the record going?

you believe we can save her.

(Beeping continues)

What do you believe? Can we?

Look, the nurses have
their hands full. They do.

They only have time
to see her on a timetable.

Now unless we get
some more patients,

we can monitor her
moment by moment

and catch every little misstep

on her road to recovery
as it happens.

Now if we can do that,
then we can...

We will...

Pull her through, yeah.

(Jet engines roaring)

Anyone here?

(Raged breathing)

Private Marvers,
are you in here?

Private Marvers?

Yes, ma'am.

Are you, uh...

Yes, ma'am.
(Exhales sharply)

(Sighs)

I need you to stop.

I can't, ma'am.

Yes, you can.
Hands up, cowboy,

and hold 'em up in the air
where I can see 'em.

Yes, ma'am.

Now stand up.

(Helicopter blades whirring)

Hold them there for two minutes
while it... subsides.

Then pull your pants up
and come on out.

I'll try, ma'am.

And you'll succeed.

Now close your eyes

and concentrate on keeping
your hands in the air.

Okay.

I'll wait here
till you're ready.

(Door opens)

Carry on, corporal.

(Door closes)

(Jet engines roaring)

(Monitor beeping rhythmically)

Psst!

That's girl for "follow me."

(Beeping continues)

Really?

Mm-hmm.

You good?

Yeah. Uh, Grace is sending
someone to help us out, so go.

♪ ♪

(Woman)
♪ You take a little walk ♪

♪ baby, where you want to go? ♪

(Engines whirring)

(Indistinct conversations)

♪ Don't tell me where you been ♪

♪ 'cause I don't wanna know ♪

♪ I'm sick of all the words ♪

♪ told me every one you know ♪

♪ just don't tell me
where you been ♪

♪ 'cause I don't wanna know ♪

Suzy?

Suzy?

♪ I want to ♪

♪ to see you ♪

♪ to get it right ♪

♪ to give it time ♪

(Moans)

♪ You 'bout to make me
lose my mind ♪

What was that for?

An apology for being
so horrible to you earlier.

You had your reasons.

True, but I want you to know
that I was being horrible

on a professional standpoint,
not a personal.

Okay.
Why so cloak-and-dagger?

Mm. (Grunts)

I don't want
the nurses to think

I was giving you
the time of day.

(Laughs) You could've
just slipped me a note.

I was raised
to always apologize in person,

face-to-face.

I accept.

Thank you.

Bobby,
let's do it in the shower.

Do what?

Sex.

Yeah, but we'll get wet.

We're not gonna have a shower.

We're just gonna have sex
in the shower.

Okay,
but I'm treating a patient.

Oh, pretend I'm your patient
for the next 20 minutes.

Oh. Oh.

What if, uh,
what if we get caught?

We won't,
if you stop chattering.

(Clicks)

(Jet engines roaring)

Okay.

My mom always used to
make me milk.

She said
it would help me sleep.

(Chuckles)

(Whispers) Let me get that
for you, Aref.

(Monitor beeping rhythmically)

(Sighs)

(Whispering) Come on.
You can do this.

Pull through for your mother.

Excuse me.
What are you doing?

Hanging another bag
of antibiotics.

I was on my way to do that.

Well, you were a couple
of minutes late. I'm sorry.

I was busy elsewhere,
but I was on my way here

to do my job.

Sorry.

(Sighs)

Oh, wow.

We are gonna need the U.N.
for conflict resolution.

That's...

(Inhales sharply)

Uh, so what did Suzy want?
She rake you over the coals?

No, just to apologize for
something she said earlier.

Mm. Took a long time.

Yeah, she was very apologetic.

(Clears throat)

Is it raining outside?
I didn't hear anything.

I... no.
Just a localized shower.

(Door opens) (Grace) Hi.

Hey.

This is Private First Class
Nick Marvers.

He's come to, uh,
sit with you for a while.

Oh, well, very appreciative
to have you.

Uh, have a seat.
I'm gonna go take a nap.

(Bobby) - All right.
(Rebecca) - Yeah.

Thank you, Dr. Trang.

No problem.

So, private, how's
your tour been in Kandahar?

Uh...

(Jet engines roaring)

(Knocks on door)

Come in.

Hey, Will. Sit down.

No, I'm fine, sir.

Permission to speak freely.

Of course.

One of my nurses was
going to the I.C.U.

to top up the antibiotics
on the expectant,

only to discover that Dr. Gordon
was already doing her job.

She claims
that my nurse was late.

She was not late.
She was busy elsewhere.

She was only two minutes
behind schedule.

What would you have me do?

I would have you give the order

to withdraw medical care
from the patient

on the basis that even
if we could save her life,

it would be of such low quality

that she will wish
that we hadn't.

I would have
you give the order, sir,

to switch the care
to palliative only,

but you won't do that,
will you, sir?

Will, there is
a process at play here...

More than one.

Talk to Doctors Gordon
and Trang.

Explain to them
the dangers inherent

in usurping
the roles of other specialists

within this hospital.

(Pager beeping)

(Second pager beeping)

(Bobby) The urine output's
decreasing.

(Suzy) It's tea-colored.
Rhabdomyolysis.

Her kidneys are shutting down.
We should let her go.

In your shoes,
I'd call it a day.

Urine stopped.

(Monitor beeping rhythmically)

It's your decision, doctor.

Increase her fluids.

Keep her urine output above
100 cc per hour.

Bicarb to alkalinize her urine.

Let's hang I.V. bolus,
40 of furosemide

over the next
one to two minutes,

and let's flush out
the myoglobin

before she goes
into acute renal failure.

It could be
malignant hyperthermia

from the sux she received
a couple hours ago

causing the rhabdo.

Okay, let's cool her down

and then get her
some dantrolene now.

(Engine rumbling)

All right.

Let's learn how to wash
one handed.

(Chuckles)

(Jet engines roaring)

(Splashes)

(Door closes)

Okay, you go now.

Let's keep thihione dry, okay?

There you go.

That was great.

All right, let's dry you off.

Okay, now me.

All right.

(Door opens)

Okay. Let's make sure
not to get this wet.

All right.
So let's lather up.

(Monitor beeping rhythmically)

(Helicopter blades whirring)

How's she doing?

She's good.

Yeah, nothing bad's happened
since last night.

I've been here ever since.

Oh, no, thank you, ma'am.

You know, you can go
get some sleep. I got her.

No. Um, um...

Okay. You sure? You can
come back again later.

Uh, maybe I'll go
get us some coffees.

Okay.

How are your hands feeling,
private?

They're, um,

they're fine.
Thank you, ma'am.

(Rebecca groans)

(Yawns)

What time is it?

It is...

07:15.

Thanks.

When she crashed last night,

you saw all the permutations

and you made all the right calls
in the moment.

I couldn't do that. I focused
on one thing... rhabdo.

I never would have gone
to malignant hyperthermia

as the cause.

You brought her back again,
Bobby.

You know that we can save her.

To be honest, I wanted
to win a clinical argument

supported by the facts.

Doubting your decision isn't
gonna help her any, Bobby.

You trying to fix me now?

(Monitor beeping rhythmically)

What if Will was...

Don't say it.

What if Will...

Do not say it.

If I want to say something,
I'll damn well say it.

You and Suzy can go to hell.

Bobby, come on.

No.

(Door closes)

Me and Suzy?

(Jet engines roaring)

Move! Move, move!

I never quite get used to
the moment

these kids come back to us.

I mean, we work for it,

but even
when all the numbers line up,

there are no guarantees.

It always feels like a gift.

All right. She's awake.

And the heart of stone
shatters.

(Sighs) Okay. B.P.?

105 over 70. Pulse is 80.

(Moaning)

No, no, calm down.

All right. Lorazepam,
2.5 milligrams, to calm her.

Calm down, honey.

(Moans)

Calm down. (Moans)

Where did this kid come from?

No one knows.

(Monitor emitting
continuous tone)

V-fib. Get the crash cart.
Start C.P.R.

Close the curtain. Close the curtain.
Okay, stay here.

Dr. Trang. Dr. Trang.

Let her go.

(Tone continues)

Get the board under her.

Let's go, nurse.

(Tone continues)

(Whispering indistinctly)

Stop C.P.R.

(Tone continues)

Charging to 200.

(Defibrillator whines)

Charged. Clear?

All clear.

(Paddles thunk)

(Tone continues)

(Defibrillator whines)

Charging to 300.

Clear? All clear.

(Paddles thunk)

No change.

Bobby.

Charge to 360.

Commander Trang,
maybe you should reconsider.

(Defibrillator whines)

No. Charged.
Clear? All clear.

(Paddles thunk)

Still nothing.

Get me 40 of vasopressin.

Check pulse.

(Tone continues)

No pulse.

All right, continue C.P.R.

Charging 360.

360.

No, Bobby, stop. Stop.

We did everything we can.
She's had enough.

Call it, doctor.

(Tone continues)

Time of death...

07:37 Kandahar time.

What will we tell Delbar?

That we did everything we could
to save her mother's life.

It just wasn't meant to be.

(Sighs)

Let's take a moment.

(Sighs deeply)

(Engines roaring)

I gotta tell you something.

Last night, when you asked me
if it rained,

I lied, badly.

I went to the showers
with Suzy.

You had a shower with Suzy?

I didn't have
a shower with Suzy.

I had sex
in the showers with Suzy,

when I told you
she was apologizing to me.

Suzy Chao apologizes
with sex?

First she apologized,
then we had sex.

It didn't mean anything.

What, it didn't mean anything?
Wh-why are you...

You know you can get sent home
for this?

I don't... why are you telling me
this, especially now?

Because I think we're about
to be sent home anyway.

(Knock on door)

Come on in.

(Door opens)

(Door closes)

Relax.

Have a seat.

(Sighs deeply)

It's been quite a day
and quite a night.

We fought hard

and both won and lost.

We won back a little girl.
We lost her mother.

On that matter...

Last night,
when the patient started

to succumb to rhabdomyolysis,

I offered you a choice
to step back

and allow her to pass
in relative peace

or carry on in your efforts
to save her life..

Sir, I...

No. Hold on. Hold on.

'Cause sometimes it's difficult
to see our work in the Role 3

as anything other than
a test of our ingenuity

and our endurance,

and occasionally,
we're overwhelmed

with the urge to push the odds.

And within reason, that's...

That's right and proper.

Sir, I calculated

that the patient
had less than 50% burns.

45%.

Yes, sir.

And what happened
to the patient?

She died, sir.

So I guess Commander Royal
was right.

It's not about right or wrong.

You were trying your best.

Now...

As we go through
this tour together,

we're gonna learn a lot
about ourselves,

and the longer we're together,

the more we're gonna learn about
each other and our strengths,

and we're gonna learn that
we can trust in one another.

Yes, sir.

(Scoffs) There is some
speculation around the hospital

that your calculations
were based

on the pursuance
of "the record"?

But I don't believe it.

You're too good a doctor.

Thank you, sir.

You're dismissed, Dr. Trang.

Dr. Gordon,
you stood by Dr. Trang

(Door opens)
through thick and thin.

(Door closes) I see the bond
developing between you as colleagues.

It's a far cry

from how you were
when you first arrived here.

You're learning.

Thank you, sir.

But it's not just about
relying on your fellow doctors.

So now in the future,
I know you'll include

Commander Royal and our nurses
and their experience

to create a cohesive group,

'cause we're a team,

and it's the only way
we're gonna survive.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

And, uh, I know you won't
oversleep your beeper again.

Yes, sir.

Okay. Oh.

Okay. Go and tell Dr. Trang

that I ordered both of you
to get some sleep.

All right?

Yes, sir.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Knock on door)

Oh.

Come in, private.

Thank you.

Take a seat.

I heard you had,
uh, a busy night.

Yeah. Yeah, I was with her
until she died,

after everything they tried
to do to save her.

(Helicopter blades whirring,
jet engines roaring)

It was...

It was very sad.

Yes, it is.

An emotionally stressful
situation,

which I heard
you handled very well.

I-I fell asleep

right after.

I guess I was pretty exhausted.

You sleep well?

Got almost four straight hours.

Ah.

How long's
it been since you had,

uh, four hours
of undisturbed sleep?

Weeks, I guess.
I mean...

Well, cross your fingers,
cowboy.

I think we may have started
to break the cycle.

(Chuckles)

Take off those bandages.
You don't need them.

That's an order.

Yes, ma'am.

(Chuckles)

(Men) Eight.

Nine.

Louder.

(Men) Ten...

Louder.

These are fries.

This is how you eat 'em.

Mmm. Mmm.

Okay, you try.

Get that one
with the ketchup on it.

Okay.

(Men) 15...

Hey, Will.

(Jet engines roaring)

Colonel.

(Men) 17...

About Bobby and Rebecca...

I hope you don't think I was
undermining your position.

Colonel, please.

You know, you were just doing
what you were supposed to do,

which is teach.

Sometimes those lessons
are hard.

For us all.

Yeah.

Unless they have to be here,
this is no place for children.

Yeah, well, we're searching
for the family.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Stars' "Your Ex-lover Is Dead"
playing)

Can I confess something?

Is this about you and Suzy?
Because I really don't think

I could take the details
right now.

No. No.

It's about my assessment
that Nabil was...

Just I don't know if...

maybe I was trying
to prolong the record.

I don't know anymore, you know?

Bobby, you're tired.
You need some rest.

Yeah.

I really wish he didn't
order us to sleep.

My... my dad used to order us
to sleep when we were younger,

and I would get so anxious
about obeying him

that I couldn't relax enough
ever to just drop off.

I'm never gonna
go to sleep now.

♪ Live through this ♪

♪ and you won't look back ♪

♪ live through this ♪

♪ and you won't look back ♪
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