All language subtitles for Combat.Hospital.S01E01.Welcome.to.Kandahar.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD+5.1.x264-Cinefeel_track3_[eng]

(engines roaring)

(clattering)

(bell dings)

(man) THIS IS THE FLIGHT DECK.

PREPARE THE CABIN FOR
COMBAT DESCENT INTO KANDAHAR.

(knock on door)
(man) EXCUSE ME, DR. GORDON.

I STRONGLY URGE YOU
TO TAKE YOUR SEAT FOR LANDING.

I CAN'T RIGHT NOW. I'LL BE
OUT IN, UH, TWO MINUTES.

WE'RE ABOUT TO DO
A COMBAT LANDING, MA'AM.

WE'LL BE FLYING AN EVASIVE
PATTERN SO WE DON'T DRAW FIRE.

NO, I KNOW
WHAT A COMBAT LANDING IS.

I READ THE MANUAL.
YES, MA'AM.

DID THE MANUAL SAY MANY OF
OUR PASSENGERS THROW UP?

WELL, DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME.
I'LL BE FINE.
OKAY.

COMMENCING COMBAT DESCENT.

(mouths word)

(indistinct shouting)

(engines whir,
tires squeal)

(chimes)

***

(clattering)

(indistinct conversations)

(grunts)

(indistinct conversations
continue)

(grunts)

(woman) B.P. 100 OVER 80.

(voice distorts)
WHEN DID YOU EAT LAST?
(gasps)

(normal voice)
ANY DRUGS YOU'RE TAKING?

ANY ALLERGIES TO MEDICATION?

WHERE ARE WE?
(voice breaks) AM I GONNA DIE?

YOU'RE AT THE ROLE 3 HOSPITAL
AT KANDAHAR AIRFIELD,

AND YOU'RE GONNA BE FINE.

(pants)

(hisses)

EXCUSE ME. MA'AM?

I'M LOOKING FOR THE ROLE 3
MULTINATIONAL--

MULTINATIONAL MEDICAL UNIT.
YEAH. ME, TOO.
HI, I'M BOBBY TRANG.

NICE TO MEET YOU.
REBECCA GORDON.
HI, REBECCA.

SO ONE OF US
IS WALKING THE WRONG WAY.
UH, I JUST GOT DIRECTIONS,

AND APPARENTLY,
IT IS THIS WAY.

(jet engines roaring)

I'M SORRY. I'M NOT FAMILIAR
WITH CANADIAN RANKS.

I'M A MAJOR
AND TRAUMA SURGEON. YOU?

BRAND-NEW CAPTAIN
AND A BRAND-NEW DOCTOR.

(men panting)
OH, EXCUSE ME.

(panting continues)
EXCUSE ME. CAN YOU--

(man) LEWIS, TAKE POINT!

THAT WAS WEIRD.

SO YOU'RE A MAJOR?
(cell phone buzzing)

IS THAT YOU?
(buzzing continues)

YOU GET RECEPTION OUT HERE?
(keypad beeping)

DAMN IT.
YEAH, I GOT NOTHING--
NO BARS, NO MESSAGES, NADA.

(beeping continues)
YOU'RE NOT EVEN
GONNA READ THEM?

NO. THEY'RE FROM MY EX.
HE'S TURNED INTO A STALKER.

OH.

EXCUSE ME FOR ASKING,
BUT ARE YOU FEELING OKAY?

I'M FINE.
(men shouting indistinctly)

I'M FINE.

I'M JUST TIRED.
I DON'T SLEEP WELL ON PLANES.

IT'S NOTHING THAT A SOLID
EIGHT HOURS OF SLEEP WON'T CURE.

(indistinct conversations)

HOW'S IT GOING, SIMON?

(British accent)
PIECE OF CAKE, COLONEL.

ANY SIGN OF OUR FRESH MEAT?

NICE WAY TO REFER
TO YOUR FUTURE COLLEAGUES.

LET'S SEE
HOW LONG THEY LAST.

WE HAVE TO FIND THEM FIRST.
THEY'RE LOST IN TRANSIT.

WELL, IF THEY KNEW WHAT
WAS COMING, THEY'D STAY LOST.

WE NEED THE MANPOWER,
SIMON.

REALLY? I'D SAY
WE NEED MORE WOMEN.

ACTUALLY...
ONE OF THEM IS.

OH, REALLY?
NOW YOU'RE TALKING.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

(motor whistling)

WELL, I DON'T KNOW
WHAT I WAS PICTURING, BUT...
IT WASN'T THIS.

NO.
THAT'S FOR SURE.

I HOPE THEY HAVE
AIR CONDITIONING.

YEAH, RIGHT?
WHEW.

(jet engines roaring)

(clattering)

(military radio traffic)

(indistinct conversations)

OUTPATIENT CLINIC IS CLOSED.

JUST TAKE A SEAT.
WE'LL SEE YOU AS SOON AS WE CAN.

OH, NO. WE'RE NOT SICK.
WE'RE REPORTING FOR DUTY.

OH, I'M SORRY. IT'S JUST
THAT YOU LOOKED A LITTLE...

YOU KNOW WHAT? NEVER MIND.
WE CAN USE YOU.

WE JUST HAD A RUSH.
WE'RE ABOUT TO HAVE ANOTHER ONE.

OKAY, LISTEN,
CLEAN THE BLOOD OFF THE FLOOR

SO THAT NO ONE SLIPS, OKAY?
OH, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.

UM, WE'RE DOCTORS.
WHAT? DOES THAT MEAN WE HAVE TO
SHOW YOU HOW TO MOP THE FLOOR?

(jet engines roaring)
NO, NO. I KNOW HOW TO MOP
A FLOOR.

GREAT.
I JUST THINK THAT MAY--

I'M GOING TO RELOAD THESE.

I GUESS
WE MOP THE FLOOR.
I GUESS SO.

(indistinct conversations)

OKAY, WHO LEFT THEIR DAMN BAGS

RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE
OF THE FLOOR?
SORRY, SIR. WE JUST GOT IN.

UH-HUH. CAPTAIN TRANG.
YES, MAJOR GORDON.

WE WERE
EXPECTING YOU YESTERDAY.

I GOT STUCK IN DUBAI.
I GOT STUCK IN KABUL.

ANY UPDATES?
DUST-OFF 1-7's
FIVE MINUTES OUT, SIR.

DUST-OFF 2-2 IS RIGHT BEHIND
THEM WITH FOUR ON BOARD,

NO DETAILS, TOC's ONLY GETTING
EVERY SECOND WORD, SIR.

WHO ARE THEY?
THIS IS MAJOR GORDON,
CAPTAIN TRANG, SIR,

REPORTING FOR DUTY.
WE WERE
EXPECTING YOU YESTERDAY.

SORRY, SIR.
WE BOTH, UH, GOT--

DON'T TELL ME. DUBAI.

YOU FEELING ALL RIGHT?

ABSOLUTELY, SIR. YEAH.
I'M GOOD TO GO.

ALL RIGHT. FOLLOW ME.

(inhales and exhales deeply)
ALL RIGHT.

NOW WE GOT RECOVERY
AND I.C.U. HERE.

SORRY WE GOTTA PUT YOU TO WORK
THE MINUTE YOU GET HERE,

BUT YOU'LL FIND THIS PLACE
VERY UNLIKE ANYTHING...

(jet engines roaring)
YOU EVER EXPERIENCED BEFORE.

NOW WE GOT THREE O.R.s HERE.

THE MAIN WARD'S DOWN THE HALL
AT THE END.

UH, ACTUALLY, COLONEL, UM,

I TRAINED
AT BOTH DETROIT RECEIVING

AND MIAMI GENERAL,
AND WE COULD SEE, FOUR, FIVE,...
I DON'T DOUBT IT.

EVEN SIX--
WE GOT MENTAL HEALTH RIGHT HERE.
DOWN HERE'S THE CENTRAL HALLWAY.

AND HERE--THE U.S. ARMY USED TO
CALL THIS THE READY ROOM.

I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO COME UP
WITH ANOTHER NAME.

THE UNREADY ROOM,
I CALL IT.

HEY.

(grunts)

WELL, HELLO.

THIS IS DR. HILL,
OUR NEUROSURGEON.

PLEASE, CALL ME SIMON.

I'M REBECCA.
HEY, MAN. I'M BOBBY.

HELLO, BOBBY.

YOU CAN CHANGE
INTO YOUR SCRUBS IN THERE.

JUST THE SHIRT.

NOW YOU CAN STORE YOUR FIREARMS
IN THESE LOCKERS IF YOU WANT TO.

I WEAR MINE BECAUSE I'M ALWAYS
GOING IN AND OUT.

AND BESIDES, I LIKE
THE CONSTANT REMINDER

THAT WE'RE IN A WAR ZONE.

SIR, TWO MINUTES OUT.
NEW DETAILS?

YES, SIR.

SO DID THEY, UH, DID THEY TRY
TO HAND YOU A MOP?

THEY DIDN'T JUST TRY.
THEY SUCCEEDED.

OH, THEY TRIED THAT WITH ME.
THEY DIDN'T GET VERY FAR.

LET ME TELL YOU.

YES, SIR.

SIR.

YOU HAVE EMERGENCY MEDICINE
TRAINING, RIGHT?

YES, SIR, BUT JUST
THE STANDARD 3-MONTH--

GOOD. YOU'RE TRAUMA TEAM LEADER,
BAY 4, ALL RIGHT?

READY, SIR.

LET'S GO. YOU, TOO, SIMON.
RIGHT BEHIND YOU, COLONEL.

TO BE HONEST WITH YOU, SIR,
I'VE NEVER BEEN A T.T.L. BEFORE.

I LIKE TO THINK I'M A GOOD
DIAGNOSTICIAN, BUT--
YOU KNOW YOUR ABCs, DON'T YOU?

AIRWAY, BREATHING,
CIRCULATION.
SO YOU'LL BE FINE.

UH, I HAVE TONS
OF T.T.L. EXPERIENCE.

NO, I WANT TO LEAVE YOU
FREE FOR SURGERY.

UNTIL THEN,

STAND BY THE RED LINE IN CASE
SOMEONE NEEDS YOUR HELP.

(helicopter blades whirring)
ALL RIGHT. THEY'RE HERE.
LET'S GO!

(man) BIRD LANDING ANY SECOND!

ALL RIGHT. TRAUMA BAY 4,
DOCTOR. THIS WAY.

ALL RIGHT, EVERYONE. I'D LIKE
YOU TO MEET DR. BOBBY TRANG.

THIS IS CAPTAIN PAM EVERWOOD,
YOUR NURSE.

THESE ARE YOUR MED TECHS,

LARRY ALEXANDER
AND CHRISTINE EZRIN.

YOU OKAY?
YEAH.

DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT.
THEY GOT YOUR BACK.

YOU'RE GONNA NEED THIS.
OKAY, EVERYONE, LET'S GO!

(whirring)

(indistinct conversations)

G.C.S. 9, B.P. 100 OVER 40.
PULSE 102.

LABORED BREATHING.
I.E.D. BLAST 5-0 MINUTES AGO.

(man grunting)
G.C.S. 9--SHOULD, UH,

SHOULD WE TUBE HIM?
(woman) YOUR CALL, DOCTOR.

(gasping)
SHALLOW BREATHING. I'M GETTING
NOTHING ON THE RIGHT SIDE.

(woman)
LET'S TRY SOME ADRENALINE.
(woman) B.P. FALLING.

(gasping)

(indistinct conversations)

OKAY. WE'LL TUBE HIM.

CAN I GET A--
B.P. FALLING. 75 OVER 20.

(gasping)
(woman) 20 OF ETIMODATE
AND 100 OF SUX.

(woman) GIVEN.

CAN I GET A SMALLER TUBE?

DO YOU WANT MORE BLOOD,
DOCTOR?
YEAH.

O NEG.
O-2 SAT 93% AND FALLING.

DAMN IT. GET IN THERE.
BLOOD PRESSURE'S
DROPPING FAST, DOCTOR.

GET IN THERE.
(patient gasping)

WANT SOME HELP
WITH THAT AIRWAY, DOCTOR?

YES, PLEASE, SIR.

(gasping continues)

STYLET OUT.

IT'S IN THE RIGHT PLACE.
BAG HIM.

SHALLOW ON THE LEFT.
STILL NOTHING ON THE RIGHT.

CHEST TUBE.

THAT GOT IT. I'M GETTING
BILATERAL BREATH SOUNDS NOW.

O-2 SAT 95% AND RISING.

DO YOU WANT TO GET HIM
TO THE O.R., SIR?

DOCTOR,
WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE?

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

(indistinct conversations)

(air hisses, bag squeaks)

WHATEVER YOU SAY, SIR.

(beeping continues)

(indistinct conversations)

***

(rumbling)

(helicopter blades whirring)

(whirring continues)

NO, DON'T GET UP
JUST YET, SON.

I'M COMMANDER ROYAL,
YOUR NURSE.

EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE FINE.

DO I--
YEAH, YOU'VE GOT YOUR ARMS
AND YOUR LEGS,

AND EVERYTHING
YOU HAD YESTERDAY,

INCLUDING SOME UGLY LOOKING
PLASTIC TUBES

STICKING OUT OF YOUR CHEST,
WHICH WE GOTTA KEEP IN

FOR A FEW MORE DAYS.

MM. (grunts)
YEAH, YOUR RIBS ARE GONNA BE
SORE FOR A BIT, SO...

YOU IN ANY PAIN AT ALL?
NO, SIR. NOT REALLY.

WELL, YOU SPEAK UP IF THERE'S
ANYTHING THAT YOU NEED.

ANYTHING AT ALL.

WELCOME BACK, SOLDIER.

I'M DR. MARKS. YOU MISSED
YOUR C.O. BY HALF AN HOUR.

HE LEFT YOU A PURPLE HEART.

YOUR UNIT CHAPLAIN'S
GOT A SATELLITE PHONE

SO YOU COULD CALL HOME.

YOUR BUDDIES
ARE IN THE WAITING ROOM.

THANK YOU, SIRS,
BOTH OF YOU.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO THANK US.

WE'RE JUST THE GUYS THAT GET
TO GIVE YOU THE GOOD NEWS.

AHA. THERE YOU ARE.
I HAVE YOUR ORIENTATION PACKETS.

THEY HAVE YOUR ROOM ASSIGNMENTS
AND YOUR KEYS.

I ALSO HAD YOUR BAGS
SENT OVER ALREADY.

YOU ARE TO WEAR THESE
AT ALL TIMES.

THE CODE 9-1-1 MEANS
DROP WHATEVER IT IS YOU'RE DOING

AND GET HERE QUICK.
BEEPERS IN 2006?

OLD-FASHIONED, BUT RELIABLE.

WHICH REMINDS ME, MAJOR, YOU GOT
A PERSONAL E-MAIL MESSAGE

SENT VIA THE D.N.D.
IN OTTAWA.

YOU'LL NOTICE THAT YOU HAVE

YOUR OWN INDIVIDUAL E-MAIL
ADDRESSES IN YOUR FOLDERS.

IF YOU COULD ASK YOUR FRIEND TO
USE THAT ONE IN THE FUTURE...
UH, IF HE DOES IT AGAIN,

JUST PLEASE TELL HIM
TO EAT CRAP AND DIE.
"EAT CRAP AND DIE." YES, MA'AM.

(sighs) OH,
GOT 'EM ALL SORTED OUT?

YES, SIR. FINE ADDITIONS
TO THE TEAM THEY ARE,

IF I MAY SAY SO MYSELF, SIR.
YOU MAY.
I COULDN'T AGREE MORE.

(scoffs)

(jet engines roaring)

WALK WITH ME.

DID SOMEBODY DIE
WITHOUT TELLING ME?

NO, SIR.

NO, NOBODY DIED.

WHEN HE CAME INTO
YOUR TRAUMA BAY, HE WAS DYING,

NO QUESTION,
BUT HE WENT OUT ALIVE.

AND THERE HE IS--
P.F.C. GEORGE LOWEN, 19,

FROM DAYTON, OHIO,

AND HE'S ABOUT TO MAKE A CALL
TO HIS MOM AND DAD.

ALL RIGHT?

I COULDN'T THINK, SIR. I-I
COULDN'T EVEN FIT THE TUBE IN.

(lowered voice)
WELL, THAT KID HAD

THE BIGGEST DAMN UVULA
I'VE EVER SEEN.

YOU DIDN'T HAVE
ANY TROUBLE WITH IT.

I'VE BEEN DOING IT
FOR 25 YEARS.

YOU KNOW WHAT THE MOST
IMPORTANT THING...
(gasps) OH.

SORRY IF I SCARED YOU.

YOU DIDN'T SCARE ME.
YOU STARTLED ME.

AH. WELL,
I STAND CORRECTED.

THAT'S A NICE,
UH, TATTOO YOU GOT THERE.
(Bobby) YES, SIR.

OH, COME ON.
NO, I MEAN IT SINCERELY.
A SINCERE COMPLIMENT.

SIMON, YOU MIND
IF I CUT IN?

YES, OF COURSE, COLONEL.

I WILL BE IN THE UNREADY ROOM,
GETTING UNREADY.

YOU DID A VERY GOOD JOB
WITH THE CHEST TUBE TODAY.

THANK YOU, SIR.

HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW
BOBBY TRANG?
UH, WE ONLY JUST MET.

SO YOU'VE GOT
NOTHING AGAINST HIM?
NO, OF COURSE NOT.

WELL, YOU COMPLETELY
UNDERMINED HIS CONFIDENCE

BY STEPPING IN LIKE THAT.

ME? SIR, I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING
BEFORE YOU DID.
NO, I ASKED PERMISSION.

YOU TOOK OVER.
THERE'S A BIG DIFFERENCE.

YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT LINE
OF RED TAPE ON THE FLOOR?
YES, SIR.

YOU KNOW WHAT IT MEANS?
NO ONE CROSSES THE RED LINE.

UNLESS?
UNLESS INSTRUCTED
BY THE TRAUMA TEAM LEADER.

EXACTLY.
SIR, THE PATIENT WAS TANKING--

NO, HE'D WOULD'VE SURVIVED
ANOTHER MINUTE,

AND BY THEN, BOBBY WOULD'VE
ORDERED A CHEST TUBE.

LET ME SPELL IT OUT TO YOU
IN--IN WORDS OF ONE SYLLABLE.

I NEED YOU BOTH.

NOW I GOT EIGHT TRAUMA BAYS
AND ONLY THREE O.R.s,

AND IF I HAD TO PICK ONE OF YOU,
I NEED A CONFIDENT,

TOP-OF-HIS-GAME
TRAUMA TEAM LEADER

MORE THAN I NEED
A HOTSHOT TRAUMA SURGEON.

DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?
YES, SIR.

GOOD. OTHER THAN THAT,
YOU DID VERY WELL TODAY.

(inhales deeply)

(jet engines roaring)

OH, I ALMOST FORGOT.

THAT THING ABOUT THE MOP--

DON'T BELIEVE SIMON. IT'S NOT
SOME FRATERNITY HAZING RITUAL.

BLOOD IS SLIPPERY. WE DON'T
WANT ANYBODY FALLING.

NOW THE NURSES
AND THE MED TECHS,

THEY KNOW WHERE EVERYTHING IS,
WHAT NEEDS TO BE RESTOCKED.

DOCTORS DON'T.

SO... DOCTORS MOP THE FLOORS.

(jet engines roaring)

REALLY NICE OF YOU
TO SHOW US TO OUR ROOMS.

YOU BEING SARCASTIC?

HUH?

DON'T WORRY.

RIGHT, BOBBY,
YOU ARE UP HERE.

(snoring)

OKAY, THAT'S MAX,
YOUR ROOMMATE.

LIEUTENANT COLONEL,
U.S. AIR FORCE.

HE'S A NICE FELLOW, BUT NO ONE
REALLY WANTS TO ROOM WITH HIM.

YOU CAN HEAR WHY.
HE COULD PLAY THE TUBA,
IT WOULDN'T BOTHER ME.

I'M GONNA BE ASLEEP
IN ABOUT TEN SECONDS.

WHAT I WOULDN'T GIVE TO BE ABLE
TO FALL ASLEEP IN TEN SECONDS.

WITH MY LUCK,
I WILL BE UP ALL DAY.

OH, REALLY? YOU NEED
SOMETHING FOR SLEEP?

YES.
WHY, YOU HAVE SOMETHING?

I HAVE EVERYTHING.

NOW STEP INTO MY OFFICE.
I WILL FIX YOU UP.

WOW.

NOW I DON'T KNOW IF YOU KNOW
ANYTHING ABOUT ORIENTAL RUGS,

BUT THESE ARE THE REAL THING.

I PAID, UH, $3,000
FOR THIS ONE HERE.

I COULD SELL THIS IN LONDON
TOMORROW FOR 40,000 POUNDS.

UH, THE WOW
WAS FOR YOUR VIEW.

OH, YEAH, THAT. WELL, ONE WANTS
TO HAVE A TOUCH OF HOME.

WELL, WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO DO
TO GET A ROOM LIKE THIS?

WAIT. DON'T TELL ME.
A PRIVILEGE OF BEING A CIVILIAN.

YES, AND I DON'T
HAVE TO SHARE WITH ANYONE...
(cell phone buzzing)

PLUS, THEY PAY ME AN OBSCENE
AMOUNT OF--ARE YOU VIBRATING?

(buzzing continues)
YES, DAMN IT.

OH, IT'S RATHER GOOD LUCK
YOUR PHONE'S

EVEN WORKING HERE AT ALL.
NOT IN THIS CASE.

AH, UNWANTED ATTENTION.
EX-HUSBAND?

(jet engines roaring)

EX-FIANCé.

RECENT?

VERY.

CAN I OFFER YOU A DRINK?

BIOHAZARD?

WELL, IT'S ONLY HAZARDOUS

IF YOU'RE ALLERGIC
TO FINE VODKA.

NO, THANKS.

ALL RIGHT. SUIT YOURSELF.
MMM.

(object clatters)

NOW DID YOU LEAVE HIM
AT THE ALTAR AND GO OFF TO WAR?

(lid clatters)
NO.

OH. OH.

SO HE LEFT YOU.
WELL, WHAT AN IDIOT.

NOW IT'S A CASE OF WHAT
ON HIS PART--REGRET, REMORSE?
I DON'T KNOW. I DON'T CARE.

AND I DON'T WANT
TO TALK ABOUT IT.

YOU DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.
WELL, I DON'T BLAME YOU.

CERTAINLY EXPLAINS WHY YOU CAN'T
SLEEP, BUT YOU'RE EXHAUSTED.

NOW WOULD YOU LIKE
ONE OF THE BENZODIAZEPINES?

I HAVE SEVERAL.
WHAT YOU NEED TO DO IS,

YOU NEED TO INHIBIT THE REUPTAKE
OF DOPAMINE AND SEROTONIN

AND TRIGGER THE RELEASE
OF OXYTOCIN AND VASOPRESSIN.

OF COURSE, SEX IS
THE NATURAL WAY OF DOING IT,

BUT... THERE IS A PLACE FOR
THE PHARMACEUTICAL APPROACH.

SUCH AS NOW.

SHAME.

WELL, IN THAT CASE, I SUGGEST
A 2 MILLIGRAM DOSE OF--

(pagers beep)

9-1-1.

(sighs)

***

COME ON!

HOT ONE!
HOT ONE, SIR.

E.H.V.I. WITH
THROUGH-AND-THROUGH G.S.W.s,

RIGHT THORAX
AND LOWER LEFT QUADRANT.
TAKE HIM TO 1.

ROGER THAT, SIR.

(groans)

(telephone rings)

(groaning and grunting)

E.H.V.I. WITH ENTRANCE WOUNDS
HERE AND HERE.

CORRESPONDING EXIT WOUNDS
IN BACK.

WE SEALED THE SUCKING CHEST.
WE GAVE HIM FLUIDS AND OX.

AND HE'S GOT 6 MILLIGRAMS
OF MORPHINE ON BOARD.
E.H.V.I.?

ENEMY HIGH-VALUE INDIVIDUAL.
HE'S TALIBAN.
(groaning continues)

LATER, PEOPLE.
WE GOT WORK TO DO.

(muttering indistinctly)

(grunting)

(muttering indistinctly)

GIVE HIM 100 OF PROPOFOL.
WE'LL TUBE HIM.

PLUG IN A LARGE-BORE I.V.

FLOOD HIM WITH O NEGATIVE
AND SALINE

UNTIL WE FIND A CROSSMATCH.
GIVEN.

THANK YOU. I THINK THE BULLET
CROSSED THE MEDIASTINUM.

I NEED CHEST TUBES
ON THE LEFT AND RIGHT.

FIND THE COLONEL. TELL HIM
THIS ONE GOES STRAIGHT TO O.R.
YES, SIR.

(indistinct conversations)

(jet engines roaring)

(man speaks indistinctly)

STYLET OUT.

(indistinct conversations
continue)

STRONG BREATH SOUNDS
ON THE LEFT SIDE.

I'LL MOVE ON
TO THE RIGHT SIDE.
(men shouting indistinctly)

(Bobby) WHAT'S GOING ON?

(shouts in Middle Eastern
dialect) THESE GUYS ARE A.N.A.--

AFGHAN NATIONAL ARMY.
THEY'RE ON OUR SIDE.

THEY'RE AFRAID THE TALIBAN GUY
IS GOING TO ESCAPE.

WELL, TELL 'EM
HE'S NOT GOING ANYWHERE.

THEY DON'T BELIEVE ME.
THEY THINK HE'S FAKING.

FAKING?

YES. (mutters)

TELL THEM TO WATCH THIS.

(speaks
Middle Eastern dialect)

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

OH, DUDE.

(Rebecca) DO THEY STILL THINK
HE'S FAKING IT?

(woman) ALL RIGHT.

(speaks
Middle Eastern dialect)

(indistinct conversations)

NICE.
(man) THAT'S IT. TWO. THREE.

(indistinct conversations
continue)

(man) YOU GOT THE NEEDLE?
THAT WAS SO BADASS,

HOW YOU JUST STABBED HIM
LIKE THAT.

HAVE YOU MET VANS YET?
HE'S ONE OF OUR TERPS.
(jet engines roaring)

IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU, VANS.

BUT I-I DIDN'T STAB HIM.
I JUST--I MADE AN INCISION.

WHATEVER.
YOU MADE THE POINT.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

(woman) I CAN'T GET IN THIS
VEIN. (speaks indistinctly)

(man) LET'S TRY SOMEWHERE ELSE.
WHAT HAVE WE GOT HERE,
DOCTOR?

ADULT MALE, HISTORY UNKNOWN,
PRESENTING WITH G.S.W.s

TO THE MID THORAX
AND LOWER LEFT QUADRANT.

WE SEDATED, INTUBATED,

PLACED BILATERAL CHEST TUBES
FOR DECOMPRESSION.

HE'S HAD 3 LITERS EACH OF SALINE
AND PACKED RED BLOOD CELLS,

BUT HE'S LOSING VOLUME
AS FAST AS WE CAN GIVE IT.

RECOMMEND IMMEDIATE LAPOROTOMY
AND THOROCOTOMY

TO CONTROL THE BLEEDING.
NO C.T. SCAN?

NO, SIR. IN MY OPINION,
THE RISK OF FATAL HYPOVOLEMIA

FAR OUTWEIGH THE BENEFITS
OF IMAGING.

VERY GOOD, DOCTOR. WILL.

UH, THIS GUY GOES STRAIGHT
TO O.R. 3,

WITHOUT PASSING GO,
WITHOUT COLLECTING $200.

YES, SIR.
DR. GORDON
IS GONNA BE THE SURGEON.

I'LL ASSIST.

(monitor beeps rhythmically)

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

VERY GOOD JOB.

THEY TAUGHT YOU WELL
AT MIAMI GENERAL.

THANK YOU, SIR.

ACTUALLY, SIR.

I WAS THE YOUNGEST CHIEF
SURGICAL RESIDENT

IN MIAMI GENERAL'S HISTORY--
DON'T ANYBODY MOVE.

JUST HOLD VERY STILL.

(beeping continues)

(hisses)

(gasps)

COULD I HAVE
A FRESH GLOVE, PLEASE?

(beeping continues)
(footsteps approach)

IT'S OKAY, GRAHAM.

WE'RE FINE.
JUST HAD A SNAKE.

(chuckles)

CAN'T HAVE SNAKES
IN THE O.R., SIR.

DON'T THROW IT AWAY.
PUT IT ON ICE...

TO SHOW OUR FRIEND
AT VICKERDALE.

(chuckles)
RIGHT YOU ARE, SIR.

(beeping continues)

DR. GORDON, YOU OKAY?

FINE, SIR.

UH, IT'S JUST THAT, UH,
THAT WASN'T IN THE MANUAL.

(beeping continues)

(jet engines roaring)

(man)
* I'M SENDING OUT A TELEGRAM *

* I'M SURE YOU'RE WONDERING
WHERE I'VE BEEN *

* HOW CAN I
BE SCARED OF HOME? *

*IT'S NOTHING
THAT I'VE EVER KNOWN *

* I'M FALLING ASLEEP *

(door opens)

(Australian accent)
OH, WELL, HELLO.

YOU MUST BE REBECCA.

I'M MAJOR PEDERSEN,
YOUR, UH, ROOMMATE.

OH, PLEASED TO MEET YOU.

AND I'M DELIGHTED TO SEE YOU
AWAKE AND DRESSED AND READY.

I THOUGHT YOU'D BE
TOO TIRED.
TOO TIRED FOR WHAT?

THE COLONEL DIDN'T TELL YOU?

WE DO A WOMEN'S CLINIC
OFF THE BASE.

AFGHAN WOMEN DON'T COME
TO THE HOSPITAL, YOU SEE.

THEY--THEY'RE AFRAID
THEY'D BE DISHONORED

IF THEY'RE SEEN BY MEN
OUTSIDE THEIR FAMILY.

SO THE WOMEN FROM THE HOSPITAL,
WE GO TO THEM.

ACTUALLY, I AM KINDA TIRED.

WELL, I MEAN,
IT'S STRICTLY VOLUNTEER,

BUT I WAS HOPING.

YOU SEE, WE DO GET A LOT
OF PHYSICAL PROBLEMS

AS WELL AS THE EMOTIONAL ONES.

IN FACT, MOST OF THE WOMEN WE
SEE ARE PHYSICALLY SICK, SO...

WELL, IT STANDS TO REASON,

YOU'D SEE A LOT OF SICK PEOPLE
IN A CLINIC.

BUT I'M A PSYCHIATRIST, SO...
BUT NO WORRIES.

IF YOU'RE REALLY TOO TIRED,
I...

NO. I'M NOT TOO TIRED.
OF COURSE I'LL COME.

GREAT.

(sighs)

(helicopter blades whirring)

***

* I'M COMING HOME *

TAPE, SOME SYRINGES...

HELP YOU FIND SOMETHING?

UH, UM, DO WE STOCK
PREGNANCY TEST KITS?

I NEVER SAW ANY. WHY?

WELL...

DON'T SOME OF THE WOMEN
WHO COME TO THE CLINIC

WANT TO KNOW
IF THEY'RE PREGNANT?

I'VE NEVER HAD
AN AFGHAN WOMAN ASK ME THAT.

WELL, SUPPOSE SOMEONE
ON THE BASE

THOUGHT
SHE MIGHT BE PREGNANT.

WELL, I SUPPOSE WE WOULD JUST
SEND A URINE SAMPLE TO THE LAB.

BUT WHAT IF
SHE WANTED IT CONFIDENTIAL?

THEY'D ALL WANT IT
TO BE CONFIDENTIAL.

SEXUAL RELATIONS ON THE BASE
ARE AGAINST REGULATIONS.

IF THEY WERE MILITARY, THEY'D BE
SENT HOME ON THE FIRST PLANE.

WHY DO YOU ASK?

JUST A GENERAL QUESTION.

UH, REBECCA GORDON,

THIS IS CAPTAIN MARY ANN REITH,
OUR PHARMACIST.

NICE TO MEET YOU, BUT I DIDN'T
SEE YOU, AND YOU DIDN'T SEE ME.

I'M GONNA GET A COFFEE.
LOCK UP WHEN YOU LEAVE.

(door closes)

UH, WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT?

THIS IS
ONE OF THOSE GRAY AREAS.

THE TOP BRASS LIKE IT THAT
WE RUN OUR WOMEN'S CLINIC--

HEARTS AND MINDS AND ALL--

BUT THERE'S NOT EXACTLY
A BUDGET FOR SUPPLIES.

WAIT. A-ARE YOU SAYING THAT THEY
WANT US TO RUN A WOMEN'S CLINIC,

BUT WE HAVE TO STEAL
THE SUPPLIES?

OH, NOT STEALING,
EXACTLY.

THE COLONEL CALLS IT

"REQUISITIONING
WITHOUT PAPERWORK."

A NICE WAY TO PUT IT,
DON'T YOU THINK?

(siren wailing)

MAJOR SAMIZAY TO SEE YOU, SIR.
OKAY.

THANK YOU FOR SEEING ME
AT ONCE, COLONEL.

OF COURSE.
WHAT'S THE MATTER?

I BELIEVE THE BASE
IS GOING TO BE ATTACKED.

FAHRAN NAWABI--
THE TALIBAN
WE OPERATED ON JUST NOW?

NOT JUST ANY TALIBAN. HE IS
THE NUMBER THREE TALIBAN

IN ALL SOUTH AFGHANISTAN.
IT IS ALL OVER SKY NEWS.

THERE ARE RUMORS EVERYWHERE.

THAT IS WHY NO WOMEN WOULD
SHOW UP TO THE CLINIC TODAY.

THE TALIBAN MUST KNOW HE IS
BEING TAKEN TO THIS HOSPITAL.

THEY WILL LOSE RESPECT
IF THEY DO NOT ATTACK THE BASE.

(jet engines roaring)
GRAHAM.

SIR.
MAKE SURE TOC SENDS THIS REPORT
UP THE CHAIN, MARKED "URGENT."

ALREADY DONE, SIR.

OF COURSE.

(alert siren blaring)

THAT WAS FAST. OKAY.

GRAHAM,
YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO.
YES, SIR.

(man) THIS IS
AN ATTACK WARNING. TAKE COVER.

PUT YOUR FLAK JACKET ON.

(alert siren blaring)
LET'S GO!

COME ON, SOLDIER. MOVE IT!
LET'S GO! TO THE BUNKER!

DOUBLE TIME! LET'S GO!
MOVE IT!

LOOK, IF HE DOESN'T HOLD STILL,
I'M GONNA HAVE TO SEDATE HIM.

(speaks Middle Eastern
dialect)
(spits)

DUDE, GROSS!

(grunts) TELL HIM
TO COUNT BACKWARDS FROM TEN.

(speaks Middle Eastern
dialect)

(speaks Middle Eastern
dialect)

(grunting)
HE SAYS TO HAVE SEX
WITH A...

WITH A WHAT?

HE DIDN'T FINISH.

(alert siren blaring)

AND THEN THE CAPTAIN SAYS,

"NO, SIR.
IT WAS ONLY SPAGHETTI."

(all laugh)
(woman) CONRAD.

WHAT'S SO FUNNY?

YOU HAD TO BE THERE, MA'AM.

I GUESS. LISTEN, YOU GUYS ARE
GONNA HAVE TO GO TO THE BUNKER.
OH, COME ON, MA'AM.

WE HAVE OUR FRAG VESTS ON.
WE HAVE OUR HELMETS.
SORRY.

IF MY COLONEL CATCHES YOU HERE
DURING AN ATTACK,

THERE'D BE HELL TO PAY.
(alert siren continues blaring)

YES, MA'AM.

I'LL SEE YOU GUYS LATER.

ALL RIGHT, MAN.
SEE YOU LATER.
SEE YOU, MAN.

(alert siren blaring)

(jet engines roaring)

(blaring continues)

WHERE WERE YOU?

(sighs)
I'M NOT ALLOWED TO PEE?

HOW'S OUR PRISONER?
DID YOU HEAR THAT HE'S FAMOUS?

YEAH, I HEARD. NUMBER THREE
TOP TALIBAN IN KANDAHAR.

THERE MIGHT BE A VACANCY. HE'S
TURNING SEPTIC, AND THERE'S WHY.

OH, HOLY CRAP.
HOW COULD I HAVE MISSED THAT?

I WAS PRACTICALLY RIGHT THERE.
HE'S GOTTA GO
BACK INTO THE O.R.

(sighs) WHEN THE COLONEL
SEES THIS,

HE'S GONNA
REAM MY ASS OUT GOOD.

WHAT AM I REAMING
YOUR ASS ABOUT?

THAT ESOPHAGEAL INJURY.
I JUST...

I DIDN'T KNOW
HOW I COULD'VE MISSED IT.

(blaring continues)

WELL, THEY'RE EASY TO MISS.
I MISSED IT, TOO, REMEMBER?

SO YOU'RE FINE.
NO REAMING TODAY.

YOU WANT TO TAKE HIM
OR ARE YOU TOO TIRED?

YOU'VE BOTH BEEN GOING
SINCE YOU GOT HERE.

NO, I'M FINE, AND, UM, I'D LIKE
TO TAKE HIM IF THAT'S OKAY.

GOOD. O.R. 1
IS PREPPED AND READY.

YOU CAN TAKE HIM THERE. BOBBY,
YOU WANT TO SCRUB IN WITH HER?

HAPPY TO, SIR.

GOOD.

(blaring continues)

NOT TOO TIRED FOR SURGERY?

I AM NEVER TOO TIRED
FOR SURGERY.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

OKAY.

A LITTLE MORE RETRACTION
ON THE PULMONARY HILUM.

OKAY. HOW'S THAT?

GOOD.
B.P. IS HOLDING.

(whooshing sound)

(explosion)

(clattering)

(explosion)

(explosion)

(explosion)

(indistinct conversations)

(high-pitched whistle)

(indistinct conversations
continue)

IT CAN BE A LITTLE
NERVE-RACKING. (chuckles)

(high-pitched whistle,
explosion)
(man) WHOA!

(children speak
Middle Eastern dialect)

THEY WANT YOU
TO TAKE ANOTHER ONE.

(indistinct conversations
continue)

OH, GOSH. BATTERY.

ANYONE GOT ANOTHER CAMERA?
MY BATTERY IS DEAD.

(explosion)
(indistinct conversations
continue)

(clattering)

(power whirs on)

OH!

OH, HOLY CRAP. I NICKED
THE FRIGGIN' ARTERY.

CLAMP IT.

LITTLE SLOW
ON THE UPTAKE THERE.

YOU'RE WELCOME?

(sighs) I'M SORRY, BOBBY.
THANK YOU.

NEW SUTURE, PLEASE.
HOW MUCH VOLUME
DID WE LOSE?

CAN'T HAVE BEEN MUCH.
B.P. IS HOLDING.

(sighs) THANK GOD.
THAT WAS A CLOSE ONE.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

(explosion)
NICE SHIRT, MAN.
I WAS THERE.

(explosion)

WHAT? YOU SAW THE WARPED TOUR?

YEAH.
WHICH ONE?

LAST ONE--

ASBURY PARK, NEW JERSEY,
SUMMER '05, BABY.

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE?
THE OFFSPRING?

OH, THE OFFSPRING
WAS SICK, DUDE.

OH, THEY HAD TO CANCEL?

NO, NO. SICK. OH, SICK,
LIKE AWESOME.

WICKED COOL, YOU KNOW?
YOU KNOW WHAT?
DON'T TEACH HIM ANY MORE SLANG.

WE CAN BARELY UNDERSTAND HIM
AS IT IS.
(laughs)

WITH ALL RESPECT, PAY NO
ATTENTION TO COMMANDER ROYAL.
OH.

CONRAD,
WHO ELSE DID YOU SEE?

AVENGED SEVENFOLD?

NO, NO, NO. WE SAW
THE DROPKICK MURPHYS, YEAH.

HEY, WHAT IS THAT, SON?

OH. UH, IT'S--
IT'S NOTHING, SIR.

UM, THE FRAG VEST
ABSORBED THE IMPACT.

DIDN'T EVEN BREAK THE SKIN.
STILL, GET IT LOOKED AT.

SURE, SIR,
BUT REALLY, IT'S NOTHING.

YES, SIR.

(man) ALL CLEAR.
THE ATTACK IS OVER.

I REPEAT, WE'RE ALL CLEAR.

THE ATTACK IS OVER.

(Sam Roberts Band)
* OH, THE MILKY WAY *

* HAS GONE A LITTLE SOUR *

* THE LEAVES DRIED *

* AND THE FLOWER
FELL AWAY *

* I'VE BEEN SITTING *

* WAITING FOR A SIGN *

* INHUMAN BEINGS *

* TAKING UP ALL OF MY TIME *

* WANNA LEAVE
BUT I'VE GOT TO STAY *

* AND I'M WONDERING MORE
EVERY DAY *

* MONTREAL TO HONG KONG *

* WHERE HAVE
ALL THE GOOD PEOPLE GONE? *

* TRAFFIC JAM
BUT I'M ON THE SHOULDER *

* TOOK TEN COPS *

I DON'T THINK
I'LL MAKE IT TO MY ROOM.

I MIGHT JUST CRASH
ON THE COUCH IN HERE.

(Marks) ALL RIGHT. WE'RE GONNA
TRY TO DISCUSS THAT NEXT TIME,

BUT--OH, JUST IN TIME
FOR THE END OF ROUNDS.

COMMANDER.

ALL RIGHT. I'D LIKE EVERYONE
TO TAKE A LOOK AT THIS.

THIS IS A FRESH SHRAPNEL HOLE.

YOU'VE SEEN THESE
AROUND THE BUILDING BEFORE.

(voice distorts)
IN SPITE OF THE FACT

THAT WE ARE SURROUNDED BY
BLAST WALLS AND CONTAINERS...

(normal voice)
IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED,

WE ARE IN A PLYWOOD
AND CANVAS BUILDING.

YET THERE ARE STILL PEOPLE
WHO ARE SLOW GETTING INTO...

(voice distorts)
THEIR HELMETS AND FLAK JACKETS.

(normal voice)
UNACCEPTABLE.

NOW I DON'T WANT TO SINGLE
ANYONE OUT, BUT, SIMON,

WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR,
AN ENGRAVED INVITATION?

(laughter)
WELL, I'LL, UH, MAKE SURE
I'M QUICKER NEXT TIME, COLONEL.

YOU DO THAT.

(jet engines roaring)

(Marks' voice distorts)
NOW FOR THE REST OF IT,

I WAS FAIRLY SATISFIED.

PREOPERATIVE DIAGNOSIS
AS REVEALED BY THE C.T. IMAGING

DETERMINED INDICATIONS OF
AN UPPER ANTERIOR MEDIASTINAL...

(laughter)

HUH?

OKAY. MOVING ON.

OH, HI. SORRY.
I'LL COME BACK.

NO, NO, HEY.
COME HERE.

ROUNDS ARE OVER.

ALL RIGHT.
EVERYONE GET SOME SLEEP.

WE HAD A SNAKE
IN THE O.R. LAST NIGHT.

(laughs) SNAKES
IN THE OPERATING ROOM?

THAT'S RIDICULOUS.

YEAH? GRAHAM.
GET THE SNAKE.

YES, SIR.

AND WHILE HE'S GETTING
THE SNAKE,

I WANT
TO TALK ABOUT THE DUST.
DUST? I...

HEY, I WAS, UM,
I WAS WONDERING

IF YOU WOULDN'T MIND
RUNNING A TEST FOR ME.

THE THING IS,
I DON'T HAVE ANY PAPERWORK.

OH, THAT'S NO PROBLEM, DOC.
WHAT DO YOU NEED?

JUST A BASIC PREGNANCY PANEL.

IT'S FOR A FRIEND.

SHE'S MILITARY AND DOESN'T
WANT TO GET SENT HOME, SO...

REST YOUR MIND, DOC.

NOTHING FROM HERE EVER GOES
OUTSIDE THE ROLE 3

UNLESS YOU SAY.

(man) SO YOU'RE FEELING BETTER?
(man) THEY WON'T GIVE ME A CARD,
BUT YOUR MOM CALLED.

I THINK HE'S GOOD TO GO
TO ISO.

WANT TO DOUBLE-CHECK?

NO, IF YOU'RE HAPPY,
I'M HAPPY.

ALL RIGHT. READY?

(soldiers speaking indistinctly)

(man) I'D SAY
A REAL NICE SHAVING CREAM.

(men speaking indistinctly)

YOU THE SURGEON?

WHO WANTS TO KNOW?
DR. TRANG?

YEAH.
DR. TRANG?

(helicopter blades whirring)
WHO ARE YOU,
AND WHERE ARE THE M.P.s?

WE TOOK OVER.
WHEN CAN HE BE MOVED?

WHEN HE'S WELL ENOUGH.
(whirring continues)

(whirring grows louder)
WHEN WILL THAT BE, MISS?

IT'S DOCTOR OR MAJOR,
NOT MISS,

AND HE'S WELL ENOUGH
WHEN I SAY SO.
(whirring grows fainter)

REBECCA,
YOU GOT A SEC?

YEAH, I'LL BE RIGHT THERE.

ANY MORE QUESTIONS?

NO?

THEN EXCUSE ME.

(indistinct conversations)

THIS IS DR. GORDON. SHE'S
THE ONE WHO SAVED YOUR LIFE.

UH, NO, IT WASN'T ME.
I JUST ASSISTED.

THANK HIM.
WELL, WHAT CAN I SAY,
EXCEPT, UH--

DON'T LOOK AT ME.
IT WAS HER.

I JUST--I JUST--I'M SO--
DR. TRANG
WAS YOUR TRAUMA TEAM LEADER.

SO IF YOU WANT
TO THANK SOMEBODY, THANK HIM.
THANK HER.

(laughs) WELL, UH, BOTH OF YOU,
THANK YOU. I'M--I'M REALLY--

CONRAD!
(man) OH, MAN. WHAT'S WRONG?

(Rebecca) NO, BACK UP.

I NEED DIAZEPAM,
5 PLUS 5 I.M.,

THEN 1 GRAM PHYTOIN
OVER 20 MINUTES.

(Conrad panting)

HOW CLOSE WAS HE
TO THE EXPLOSION?

NEXT TO ME,
BUT HE WASN'T HURT.

WAS HE UNCONSCIOUS
AT ANY POINT?
ONLY FOR A MINUTE.

(man) WHAT'S GOING ON?

(ultrasound beeping)

OKAY, WE GOT BLOOD
IN THE BELLY, AND LOTS.

SPLENIC RUPTURE.
WE'VE GOT A BLOWN PUPIL.

WE NEED DR. HILL.

ALL RIGHT, HE NEEDS
A C.T. SCAN RIGHT NOW.
(man) CALL DR. HILL!

WE GOTTA GET HIM ON A GURNEY.
WHAT'S HAPPENING?

HE'S BEEN BLEEDING INTERNALLY.

BUT HE WAS FINE.
HE WAS FINE.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

(beeping continues)

MORE F.F.P.

(beeping continues)

CAN WE PULL THE CURTAIN,
PLEASE?

(monitor beeping erratically)
CARDIAC ARREST.
STARTING C.P.R.

ONE ONE THOUSAND.
TWO ONE THOUSAND.

THREE ONE THOUSAND.
FOUR ONE THOUSAND.

FIVE ONE THOUSAND. SIX ONE
THOUSAND. SEVEN ONE THOUSAND...

I DON'T THINK THIS BRAIN DAMAGE
IS SURVIVABLE.

HE'S NOT CLOTTING
AT ALL EITHER.

(woman)
O-2 SAT 93% AND FALLING.

(whispering indistinctly)
DOES ANYONE THINK
THERE'S ANYTHING ELSE WE CAN DO?

17 ONE THOUSAND.
18 ONE THOUSAND.

19 ONE THOUSAND.
20 ONE THOUSAND.

21 ONE THOUSAND.

OKAY.
22 ONE THOUSAND.
23 ONE THOUSAND.

STOP C.P.R.
24--

(monitor emitting
continuous tone)

I HAVE 12:17 LOCAL TIME,
KANDAHAR.

LET'S TAKE A MOMENT.

(tone continues)

(exhales deeply)

(tone continues)

(crying) BUT I WAS
THE ONE THAT WAS HURT.

OKAY? NOT HIM.
HE WAS FINE.

HE WASN'T,
I'M SORRY TO SAY.

HE THOUGHT HE WAS,
BUT HE WASN'T.

MAYBE IF WE HAD GOTTEN
TO HIM SOONER...

I DON'T KNOW.

WE'RE VERY SORRY.

I'M SURE YOU DID
EVERYTHING YOU COULD.

WHAT THE HELL?

ATTENTION!

HUT. SALUTE.

***

COLONEL--

THE TALIBAN PRISONER'S
GONE MISSING. I HEARD.

NO, HE HASN'T GONE MISSING.
HE WAS TAKEN.

WHY AREN'T YOU PISSED OFF?

I'M PISSED OFF
FOR THE SAME REASON YOU ARE--

THAT WE LOST
THAT YOUNG SOLDIER.

I TAKE IT PERSONALLY
WHEN WE LOSE ONE.

I SEE THAT YOU DO, TOO.

BUT WHAT ABOUT--

THAT'S MY PROBLEM,
NOT YOURS.

I'M ON IT.

GET SOME SLEEP.

THAT'S AN ORDER.

YES, SIR.

(Bobby) HEY.

I HAVE COMPLETELY LOST TRACK.
HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN?

SINCE WE'VE BEEN HERE?

YEAH.

LET'S SEE, IT WAS NIGHT,
THEN DAY, THEN NIGHT...

MM-HMM.
I DON'T KNOW.
I'VE LOST TRACK, TOO.

WELL, FINALLY,
WE GET TO SLEEP.

ACTUALLY,
THERE'S ONE MORE THING.

(laughs)
YOU'RE KIDDING ME.

NO.

I DON'T REALLY KNOW
WHAT TO DO

EXCEPT JUST TO HAND IT
TO YOU.

THE LAB GUY
GAVE THIS TO YOU?

TO GIVE TO YOU, YES.

LOOK, HE WAS TRYING
TO GET YOUR ATTENTION,

BUT YOU WERE SO FOCUSED
ON FINDING THE COLONEL...

ANYWAY, HE DIDN'T MEAN
ANYTHING BY IT,

YOU KNOW, SINCE IT WAS
FOR YOUR FRIEND.

(jet engines roaring)

(helicopter blades whirring)

(crinkles paper)

YOU READ IT, NATURALLY.

IT WASN'T EXACTLY
IN A SEALED ENVELOPE.

WELL,
YOU'RE THE DIAGNOSTICIAN.

AND AS I'M SURE
YOU'VE ALREADY FIGURED OUT,

I THOUGHT
THAT I MIGHT BE PREGNANT,

AND ACCORDING TO THIS,
I AM NOT.

I HAVE NEVER
MISSED MY PERIOD.

OKAY, IT COULD BE
ONE OF A FEW THINGS

OR NOTHING.

A BLOOD TEST
WILL TELL US.

CAN YOU STAY AWAKE
FOR ANOTHER HALF-HOUR?

HONESTLY? (sighs) NO.

THIS IS
WHAT I WAS WORRIED ABOUT.

IF IT IS ANYTHING ELSE,
I CAN WAIT.

THE ONLY THING THAT I
CARE ABOUT RIGHT NOW IS SLEEP.

YEAH.

(cell phone buzzes)

(buzz)

(buzz)

(buzzing)

(mutters)

THERE!
(laughs)

DONE! OVER AND OUT.

WOW.

REMIND ME NEVER TO GET
ON YOUR WRONG SIDE.

OH, DON'T WORRY.
I WILL. NIGHT.

NIGHT.
(pagers beeping)

9-1-1.

OH, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!

(sirens wailing)

HURRY UP! HURRY UP!

WE HAVE FIVE AMBULANCES
AT THE MAIN GATE!

(indistinct conversations)

(wailing continues)

YOU WERE RIGHT.

NOTHING PREPARED ME
FOR THIS PLACE.

YEAH. ME NEITHER.

WHAT CAN I SAY?
WELCOME TO KANDAHAR.

(wailing continues)

(shouts indistinctly)

(wailing continues)