All language subtitles for Combat.Hospital.S01E13.Do.No.Harm.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD+5.1.x264-Cinefeel_track3_[eng]

(engines whirring)

(Amy Millan) * IT'S TOO COLD
BY THE WINDOW *

* AND TOO HOT *

(Rebecca)
IT'S THE STORY OF MY LIFE.

I MEAN, ANYTIME I MEET A GUY,
IT'S--IT'S THE WRONG TIME,

IT'S THE WRONG GUY,
IT'S BOTH.

* AND THE SKY LOOKS TIRED *

CASE IN POINT...

HOW SO?

WELL... HERE I AM.

I'M--I'M WAITING FOR YOU
TO MAKE A MOVE,

AND SO FAR... NOTHING.

REALLY?

REALLY.

I THINK YOU'RE IN
A VULNERABLE STATE RIGHT NOW,

SO...

I DON'T WANT
TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THAT.

THAT HAS NEVER STOPPED YOU
BEFORE WITH ANY OTHER GIRLS.

WELL, YOU'RE NOT LIKE
ANY OTHER GIRLS, REBECCA.

(chuckles) I AM LITERALLY
THROWING MYSELF AT YOU,

AND YOU DECIDE TO CHOOSE
THIS EXACT MOMENT

TO BE A DECENT HUMAN BEING.

WELL, OKAY, SO YOU DON'T WANT ME
TO BE A DECENT HUMAN BEING?

OF COURSE I DO...

IN ABOUT AN HOUR AND A HALF.

* IT'S ALL WRONG
WHILE YOU'RE GONE *

OKAY, HOLD ON.

(military radio chatter)

R.C. SOUTH JUST PATCHED IN
A CALL FROM THE U.K.

FOR DR. HILL.

YOU KNOW HE NEVER TAKES THOSE.
I THINK YOU SHOULD
TO HEAR THIS, SIR.

LINE ONE.
A DR. ARDSLEY.

(radio chatter continues)

(beeps)

R.S.M. KELLY.

(knock on door)

GO AWAY!

IT'S AN EMERGENCY.

(mouths words)

(whispers) IT'S KELLY.
HE CAN'T SEE YOU HERE.

(whispers) YEAH, I TOLD YOU.
STORY OF MY LIFE.

(both whisper indistinctly)

WAIT. OH...

OH, BOY.

(sighs)

C-- (laughs)

(whispers) OKAY.

OH, YOU BAD, BAD, BAD,
BAD, BAD, BAD MAN.

(knock on door)

YEAH.

THERE'S A DR. ARDSLEY
ON THE LINE.

SHE INSISTS ON HOLDING.

(engines rumbling)

SO WHEN ARE YOU GONNA KNOW
ABOUT TODAY?
OKAY.

I NEED A, UM--

HE'S TRYING TO BOOK YOU
TO LONDON.

OKAY, JUSTIN,
I'M COUNTING ON YOU.

WORK YOUR MAGIC.
(receiver clatters)

THE VICKERDALE CHARTER
LEAVES FOR DUBAI AT 1100 HOURS.

IT'S FULL, BUT YOU'RE NUMBER ONE
ON THE WAITING LIST.

AND I HAVE YOU CONFIRMED
ON THE SAME FLIGHT TOMORROW

JUST IN CASE.

UH, MY GUY SWEARS THAT
HE'S GONNA DO EVERYTHING HE CAN

TO GET YOU ON TODAY'S FLIGHT.

NOW DO YOU REMEMBER YOUR WAY
TO THE CIVILIAN TERMINAL?

YEAH, I DO. YEAH.

GET TO THE GATE
AS SOON AS YOU CAN.

RIGHT. WHAT ABOUT DUBAI
TO LONDON?

YEAH, HANNAH COULD YOU GET
THOSE PAPERS

OFF THE PRINTER FOR ME,
PLEASE?

I GOT YOU BOOKED ON
THREE FLIGHTS TODAY,

THREE FLIGHTS TOMORROW,
JUST IN CASE.

AND I'VE GOT YOU COMING BACK
IN 48 HOURS,

AND IF YOU NEED
LONGER THAN THAT,

THEN I'M GONNA HAVE TO GO
WAKE UP COLONEL MARKS.

NO, 48 HOURS IS FINE.
THANK YOU.

YOU'RE WELCOME. AND, SIMON,
I'M SORRY ABOUT THIS.

YEAH, ME, TOO.

OKAY.

(jet engines roaring)

WHEW.

(whirring)

(engines roar)

(helicopter blades whirring)

LOVE THE LITTLE
6:00 A.M. NOTE,

BY THE WAY.

YOU'RE WELCOME.

(laughs) I'LL MEET
RIGHT UP WITH YOU, OKAY?

(knocks)

HMM.

WELL, MAYBE HE'S JUST
NOT THAT INTO YOU.

NOT FUNNY.

OH. OH.

NO. NO, IT'S NOT
WHAT YOU THINK.

OKAY. WHATEVER HAPPENS
IN THE B-HUT

STAYS IN THE B-HUT.

NOTHING HAPPENS
IN THE B-HUT.
(laughs)

HEY, BOBBY.
HOW ARE YOU?

SAME OLD, SAME OLD.

(engines rumbling)

HOW ARE YOU?

I'M GOOD.
HOW ARE YOU?

I'M GOOD, THANKS.

(laughs)

(speaks indistinctly)

(Will)
HE'S A GREAT KID, HUH?

(woman) Yeah.

YEAH. SO WHAT DO YOU THINK
ABOUT THE PICTURES?

Yeah, what do you want me
to say, that he's adorable?

(laughs)

Okay, he's adorable.

SEE. WHAT DID
I TELL YOU, HUH?

But it doesn't change the fact
that we both have careers.

A LOT OF COUPLES
MANAGE TO DO BOTH.

But you and I agreed that
we wouldn't be among them.

Or do you want me
to leave the military

so that I can raise a child
I haven't met?

Are you gonna leave, too,
or do you expect me

to do this on my own?
NO, NO, NOBODY HAS TO LEAVE
THEIR JOBS.

OKAY? CAN WE JUST TALK
ABOUT THIS FOR A MINUTE?

Isn't that
what we're doing?

It has to work
for both of us.

(pager beeping)

And it doesn't work
for me.

LOOK, I GOTTA GO.

(sighs)
Of course you do.

NO, I REALLY GOTTA GO.

LOOK, I WANT TO TALK ABOUT
THIS MORE. I REALLY DO.

(sighs)
BUT I GOTTA GO. I LOVE YOU.

Love you, too.

(engine rumbling)

EVERWOOD, HEADS UP.

OOH. NICE CATCH.

NICE THROW.

ALL RIGHT.
ALMOST DONE. OKAY?

I THINK MAYBE WE SHOULD
GIVE HIM A TETANUS SHOT.

MM-HMM.
YEAH.

COULD YOU, UM, ASK HER
TO OPEN HER MOUTH?

(speaks
Middle Eastern dialect)

(engines whirring)

(indistinct conversations)

(Graham) SIR, SIR, SIR.

HE'S FROM THE, UH,
U.S. STATE DEPARTMENT...

OFFICIALLY.

AND UNOFFICIALLY?

OH...

HAVE A SEAT.

THANK YOU, COLONEL.

I HAVE A LETTER

FROM THE GENERAL
IN COMMAND AT R.C. SOUTH

ASKING FOR YOUR COOPERATION.

THIS IS ALL
HIGHLY CLASSIFIED, OF COURSE.

YOU'RE NOT WITH
THE STATE DEPARTMENT, ARE YOU?

YOU'RE FROM THE O.G.A.--

THE OTHER GOVERNMENT AGENCY.

THE CIA, IN FACT.

I CAN'T CONFIRM
OR DENY.

OF COURSE.

(people speaking indistinctly)

I THINK WE BOTH KNOW
WHERE WE STAND.

AND WHAT COULD I DO
FOR YOU?

WE HAVE A VERY VALUABLE ASSET,
AN AFGHAN NATIONAL.

IF IT WERE KNOWN THAT HE WAS
WORKING WITH US,

WELL, HIS VALUE
WOULD DIMINISH CONSIDERABLY.

PLUS, HE'LL BE KILLED.

THAT, TOO.

MM-HMM.
HE HAS HEARTBURN ALL THE TIME.

HE THINKS HE MIGHT HAVE
AN ULCER.

I WONDER WHY.
(laughs)

WE'D LIKE TO BRING HIM IN,
HAVE YOU FIX HIM UP

WITH MINIMAL DOWNTIME
AND TOTAL SECRECY--

NO PAPERWORK, NO NOTHING.

CAN I HAVE YOUR WORD
ON THAT?

WELL, ON THE SECRECY, YEAH.
BUT ON THE DOWNTIME,

THAT DEPENDS ON
OUR MEDICAL JUDGMENT.

FAIR ENOUGH.

(indistinct conversations)

OKAY, SO IF IT TURNS RED...

(speaks
Middle Eastern dialect)

(Rebecca) I WANT YOU
TO SEE ME RIGHT AWAY.

WATCH YOUR STEP.

(woman speaks
Middle Eastern dialect)

(Grace)
SO CAN YOU TELL HER TO TAKE

TWO PILLS WITH FOOD
EACH DAY UNTIL THEY'RE DONE?

(speaking
Middle Eastern dialect)

(speaks
Middle Eastern dialect)

HMM?

(speaks
Middle Eastern dialect)

(speaks
Middle Eastern dialect)

(women shouting
in Middle Eastern dialect)

AAH! OH!

WATCH IT!

GRACE!

SUZY!
(Samizay) DOWN! DOWN!

(Pam) SUZY!

(grunting)

(shouting indistinctly)

AAH.

(women screaming)

(gunshot)
(grunts)

NO.

NO, SUZY.

SUZY?

(groans)

(women speaking
Middle Eastern dialect)

IS SUZY...

OH, LORD.

OH.
(Rebecca) GRACE, YOU OKAY?

(woman speaks
Middle Eastern dialect)

OKAY? OKAY?

(Pam) GRACE, YOU'VE BEEN SHOT.

GRACE.

(grunts)
TRY NOT TO MOVE.

(Grace) OKAY.

(speaks Middle Eastern dialect)

(Grace) MAJOR?

(pants)

LISA, GET ON YOUR P.R.C.
WE NEED IMMEDIATE AIR MEDEVAC.

(static crackles)
ZERO, THIS IS STARLIGHT.

REQUESTING AIR MEDEVAC
TO OUR LOC, STAT.

MAJOR SUZY CHAO, K.I.A.

Repeat, K.I.A. Over.

LET'S GET
OUR PEOPLE IN THE AIR.

IT'S ALREADY DONE, SIR.

(jet engines roaring)

(helicopter blades whirring)

(military radio chatter)

OKAY, ON TOP OF THE TORN ARTERY,
WE MAY HAVE SPINAL DAMAGE.

GET SIMON TO STANDBY, OKAY?

COPY THAT.
(static crackles)

REQUEST DR. HILL STANDING BY
FOR A POSSIBLE SPINAL INJURY.

(jet engines roaring)

(whirring)

SIR, DR. HILL'S NOT RESPONDING
TO ANY OF HIS MESSAGES.

HE PROBABLY LEFT
HIS BEEPER BEHIND.

JUST FIND HIM.
YES, SIR.

SIR, CAN I HAVE A WORD?

OF COURSE.

IS IT TRUE THAT WE'RE
BRINGING IN THE GUY WHO...

YEAH, THE GUY
WHO KILLED SUZY.

(military radio chatter)

CAN I SPEAK FREELY, SIR?

OF COURSE.

OKAY.
(closes door)

HERE IT IS--
I WANT TO BE SENT HOME.

I CAN'T DO THIS.
I CAN'T.

I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GONNA ASK
OF ME, AND I CAN'T DO IT.

(jet engines roaring)

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE A DOCTOR
WHEN I WANT TO KILL SOMEONE?

WHAT YOU'RE FEELING
IS NORMAL.

SIR, IT'S NOT NORMAL.
YOU DON'T--YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND?
NO.

CAPTAIN, YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE
WHO SUFFERED A LOSS TODAY.

I MEAN, I WANT THAT
SON OF A BITCH TO COME IN HERE

SO I CAN PERSONALLY BEAT
THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS OUT OF HIM.

HE TOOK ONE OF MY NURSES.

SO I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL.

WHAT DO I DO, SIR?

YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO ANSWER
THAT FOR YOURSELF, BOBBY.

I'M SORRY I CAN'T BE
ANY MORE HELP.

NOW I CAN CALL YOUR CHAIN OF
COMMAND, HAVE YOU REASSIGNED,

BUT YOU'RE NOT GONNA LEARN
HOW TO GET PAST THIS THING.

YOU WALK OUT
THAT DOOR RIGHT NOW,

IT'S GONNA EAT AWAY AT YOUR SOUL
FOR THE REST OF YOUR DAYS.

I KNOW.
SO WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?

WANT ME TO MAKE THAT CALL?

NO, SIR.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(whirring)

(indistinct conversations)

(Ford)
WHAT DO WE GOT?

GOT A TORN RENAL ARTERY.
I'M PINCHING IT SHUT.

POSSIBLE SPINAL DAMAGE.

WE NEED TO IMMOBILIZE HIM
ON A BACKBOARD.
(Ford) OKAY.

WHAT'S UP?
THROUGH-AND-THROUGH G.S.W.
I GOT THIS.

YEAH?
WHAT DO WE GOT HERE?
(Samizay) IT'S--IT'S NOTHING.

IT'S NOT NOTHING. IT'S BLEEDING.
LET'S GET A FIELD DRESSING ON.

ALL RIGHT,
DO YOU WANT TO CLAMP IT?

CLAMP'S BOUND TO COME LOOSE
DURING TRANSIT.

I WANT TO KEEP HOLDING IT.
CAN YOU TRANSPORT US BOTH?

I CAN DO IT.
YEAH?

HOW'S YOUR HAND?
CRAMPING.
LET'S GET A MOVE ON IT.

ALL RIGHT, LET'S DO IT.

HURRY.

(Mehra)
LOWERING ON THREE!

ONE, TWO, THREE!

YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO BE
ON TOP OF HIM.

WE'LL STRAP YOU IN.

WE'RE GOOD.

ARE YOU OKAY?

UP ON THE BARREL.

GOOD, GOOD, GOOD, GOOD.
GOING UP. GOING UP. GOING UP.

YOU'RE GOOD. YOU'RE GOOD.
YOU GOT IT.

(jet engines roar)

WE ALL LOST A FRIEND TODAY.

WE ALL FEEL TORN APART.

NOW I'VE HAD TO ASK YOU TO DO
MANY THINGS THAT ARE VERY HARD,

AND YOU'VE NEVER FAILED.

NOW I WANT YOU
TO PARK THESE EMOTIONS

FOR THE TIME BEING.

(sighs) WE'LL HAVE THE TIME
TO MOURN FOR OUR LOST FRIEND.

IT'S JUST NOT NOW.

(indistinct conversations)

(man) PAGING MAJOR SEFTON.
PAGING MAJOR SEFTON.

HERE, SIR.

MAJOR SEFTON,
PLEASE CONTACT INFORMATION.

(motor whirs)

(pedal clicks)

OH, YOU ARE KIDDING ME.

AFRAID NOT. WE NEED YOU.

(sighs)

(bag thuds)

OKAY.

(whirs)

(siren wailing)

PREPARE TO LIFT.

ONE, TWO, THREE, UP.

PRI-1 BRAVO. BAY 1!

OKAY, GO. GO, GO.

BOBBY, COMING YOUR WAY.

(Rebecca) OKAY, G.S.W.
THROUGH AND THROUGH,

TORN RENAL ARTERY.

PULSE 60, B.P. 100 OVER 70.

GAVE 250 CC's
3-TO-1 PLASMA EXPANDER.

UNCONSCIOUS AND UNRESPONSIVE.

GOOD JOB, REBECCA.

OKAY, LET'S TUBE HIM.
HANG TWO UNITS O NEG.

GIVE CEFTRIAXONE...

SECOND CLAMP.

2 GRAMS I.V. FOR PERITONITIS.

STOP BAGGING.

LET'S GET ANOTHER GURNEY.

I CAN WALK. OH!

WHOA, WHOA.
JUST INDULGE US, GRACE.

YOU GOT IT?
HOLD ON. HOLD ON. HOLD ON.

GOT IT.

TAKE IT EASY.
TAKE--TAKE IT EASY.
(groans)

SLOW DOWN.
LIE DOWN. LIE DOWN.

HEY.

BAY 3!

MAX, BAY 3!

BAY 3, LET'S GO.

(Larry) G.S.W.,
RIGHT SHOULDER.

B.P. 130 OVER 80.

PULSE 90, RESPS 16.

GUYS, I CAN WALK.

IT'S THE COLONEL THAT INSISTED
ON THIS STUPID GURNEY.

GIVE 100 MICS OF FENTANYL
FOLLOWED BY ETOMIDATE...

0.3 MILLIGRAMS PER KILO
OVER 60 SECONDS.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

ALL RIGHT,
TIME FOR A NAP NOW, GRACE.

WE'RE GONNA
TAKE YOU INTO THE O.R.

OH, LORD.

OKAY, I WANT YOU
TO COUNT BACK FROM 100.

100. 101.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

(clicks)

AH. (exhales)

OH, REBECCA, YOU OKAY?

WE'VE ALL HAD BETTER DAYS.

I'M GONNA FINISH PREPPING HIM.
YOU GO SCRUB IN, OKAY?

YEAH.

(monitor beeps rhythmically)

(engine rumbling)

ALL RIGHT. LET ME SEE.
HOLD STILL.

ALL RIGHT,
THE BULLET JUST GRAZED YOU.

YOU'RE GONNA BE FINE.
ALL RIGHT?

I'M SO SORRY.
I'M SO VERY SORRY.

FOR WHAT?
IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT.

ALL RIGHT, WE'RE GONNA
GET YOU INSIDE,

GET THAT CLEANED UP,
AND GIVE YOU TETANUS BOOSTER.

YOU'RE GONNA BE FINE.

ALL RIGHT?

(Will) VANS.

BE CAREFUL OF HER ARM.

THEY SHOT YOU?

I'M FINE, BASHIER.
THEY MISSED.

LISTEN, CALL UNCLE.
TELL HIM THAT I'M OKAY,

AND I WILL CALL HIM AS SOON
AS I GET SOME STITCHES, OKAY?

YES, AUNTIE.

AND TELL HIM
WE NEED TO MOVE AGAIN.

LET'S GET HER
TO MORTUARY AFFAIRS.

SIR.

I'D LIKE TO ACCOMPANY
SUZY'S BODY.

SIR, I DON'T WANT
TO LEAVE HER ALONE.

OF COURSE.

HEY, GRAHAM,
HAVE YOU SEEN SIMON?

YES, HE'S WAITING FOR YOU
ALREADY IN THE O.R.

THANK YOU.

WE HAD TO DELAY HIS LEAVE.

HIS LEAVE?
IS HE GOING SOMEWHERE?

LONDON.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

DR. HILL.

DR. GORDON.

(beeping continues)

LONDON?

IT'S A LONG STORY.

MM. IT BETTER WAIT, THEN.

YEAH, IT BETTER WAIT.

(beeping continues)

(engine turns off)

I'M SORRY. I UNDERSTAND
WE'VE COME AT A BAD TIME.

WE'RE READY FOR YOU
IN THE CONFERENCE ROOM, SIR.

(speaking
Middle Eastern dialect)

(Vans) IT FEELS LIKE
IT'S ON FIRE

FROM MY STOMACH TO MY HEART,

AND WHEN I LIE DOWN, MY FOOD
COMES UP INTO MY THROAT.

AH.

SOUNDS NASTY.

DID HE SAY "SOUNDS NASTY"
OR DID YOU?

SORRY, COLONEL.
THAT WAS ME.

(helicopter blades whirring)

I SEE HE HAS
A COUPLE OF GUNSHOT WOUNDS

AND SOME SURGERY.

DO WE NEED
TO GET INTO THAT, COLONEL?

NO, I CAN DIAGNOSE HIM
WITHOUT IT,

BUT THE SURGERY MIGHT HAVE
CONTRIBUTED TO THE PROBLEM.

I DON'T THINK IT'S AN ULCER.

I THINK
IT'S A HIATAL HERNIA.

A C.T. SCAN WILL TELL US FOR
SURE, RULE OUT ANY OTHER CAUSES.

AN ENDOSCOPY
WILL NAIL IT DOWN.
WILL HE NEED SURGERY?

MOST PROBABLY YES. A PROCEDURE
CALLED FUNDOPLICATION.

THE C.T. SCAN WILL TELL US.
WAIT HERE.

I'LL SCHEDULE A SCAN.

(sighs)

SEE WHEN WE CAN GET
A SCAN.

YES, SIR.

ALL RIGHT.

I'VE GOT THE WEIRDEST FEELING
I'VE SEEN THAT GUY BEFORE.

OKAY.
WELL, KEEP IT TO YOURSELF.

NO SPINAL CORD DAMAGE.
THE SPINAL COLUMN IS INTACT.

BUT THE PEDICLE OF THE L-3
IS SNAPPED OFF

SO IT NEEDS TO BE FUSED.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

(exhales)

WHERE'S MAX?

UH, NEXT DOOR.
GRACE'S SHOULDER.

WHY?

(sighs)

(beeping continues)

MAX.

OH, HEY.

ARE YOU FREE?
YEAH, WHY?

REBECCA'S PATIENT HAS A VERTEBRA
THAT NEEDS TO BE FUSED.

CAN YOU DO IT?

WHY, IS IT BELOW
YOUR PAY GRADE?

CAN YOU DO IT OR NOT?

YEAH, NO PROBLEM, SIMON.
I GOT IT.

MAX WILL BE RIGHT IN.

SIMON.

SIMON.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

I CAN'T DO IT.
I'M NOT FIT.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
OF COURSE YOU ARE.

YOU'VE DONE THIS
A THOUSAND TIMES.

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.
I'M DRUNK.

(engines whirring)

(helicopter blades whirring)

IT JUST DOESN'T FEEL REAL.

I WAS JUST WITH HER.

(sighs)
NO, THANKS, HON.

(Pam) HE'S A KEEPER.

YEAH, HE IS.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

NEVER FEAR.
MAD MAX IS HERE.

THIS THE BASTARD
WHO KILLED SUZY?

ALL RIGHT,
IT'S THE PEDICLE OF L-3.

(beeping continues)

YEAH, IT LOOKS
PRETTY STRAIGHTFORWARD.

IT'S NO PROBLEM.
LEAVE IT TO ME.

YEAH?
YEAH.

(beeping continues)

(exhales)

ALL RIGHT. I'VE BRACED MYSELF.
LET ME HAVE IT.

WHAT THE HELL
WAS THAT ABOUT?

YOU DON'T LOOK DRUNK
TO ME.

WELL, I CAN WALK AND TALK.

BUT I KNOW WHEN I'M FIT
FOR SURGERY AND WHEN I'M NOT.

A LOT OF PEOPLE SAW
WHAT HAPPENED BACK THERE,

SO COLONEL MARKS
IS PROBABLY GONNA FIND OUT.

YEAH, I EXPECT HE WILL.

IN FACT,
YOU SHOULD TELL HIM.

NO, I-I THINK
YOU SHOULD TELL HIM.

NO. I'LL LET NATURE
TAKE ITS COURSE.

THAT'S IT? THAT'S ALL
THE EXPLANATION I GET?

REALLY, THAT'S IT?

WELL, I DON'T KNOW
WHAT EXPLANATION YOU NEED.

I DON'T KNOW. SOMETHING.
THROW ME A BONE HERE.

I MEAN, WERE YOU REALLY
GONNA GO OFF TO LONDON

WITHOUT SAYING A WORD TO ME
ABOUT IT?

LOOK, LOOK,
MY SCHIZOPHRENIC BROTHER

TRIED TO COMMIT SUICIDE
LAST NIGHT, OKAY?

HE NEARLY SUCCEEDED. I HAVE TO
GO AND HAVE HIM SECTIONED.

I THINK YOU CALL IT
"COMMITTED."

ALL RIGHT?
THAT'S THE NEWS.

I'M SORRY.

LOOK,
IF YOU SEE COLONEL MARKS,

TELL HIM
I'LL BE IN THE UNREADY ROOM

AWAITING MY FATE.

OKAY?

(helicopter blades whirring)

YOU WANTED TO SEE ME, SIR?

YEAH, COME ON IN.

(groans)

SIT. SIT DOWN.

(exhales deeply)

WHAT HAPPENED WITH, UH,
SIMON TODAY

FROM YOUR POINT OF VIEW?

WELL, HE PULLED HIMSELF
OFF THE SPINAL FUSION,

HAD MAX DO IT.
DID HE GIVE YOU
AN EXPLANATION?

LET ME MAKE THIS EASY
FOR YOU.

DID HE SAY HE WAS DRUNK?

YES.

DID HE SEEM DRUNK?

TO BE HONEST WITH YOU,
SIR, NO.

NOT AT ALL.

BUT HE SAID HE WAS,
AND I TOOK HIS WORD FOR IT.

OKAY.

THANKS.

HOW ARE YOU?

ME?
MM-HMM.

I'M FINE, SIR.

OKAY, I'M NOT FINE.

(jet engines roaring)

I JUST SHOT A MAN
IN THE BACK,

AND YOU KNOW WHAT KEEPS
GOING THROUGH MY HEAD?

THE HIPPOCRATIC OATH.

YEAH.
FIRST DO NO HARM.

I WAS TRYING TO DO MORE
THAN JUST HARM HIM.

I WAS--
I WAS TRYING TO KILL HIM.

I WAS AIMING
TO SEVER HIS SPINE.

MISSED BY...
LESS THAN AN INCH.

YOU DID THE ONLY THING
THAT YOU COULD.

THAT'S NOT WHY I BECAME
A DOCTOR.

YOU'RE ALSO A SOLDIER.

YEAH? WELL, MAYBE I'M NOT
CUT OUT TO BE, SIR.

(knock on door)
SIR. READY FOR YOU NOW.

ALL RIGHT.
BE RIGHT THERE. THANKS.

(door closes)

(sighs)

I THINK THAT YOU ARE.

YOU HANDLED YOURSELF
VERY WELL TODAY...

ON EVERY LEVEL--
AS A DOCTOR

AND AS A SOLDIER.

I HOPE THAT ONE DAY YOU CAN
LOOK AT IT THE SAME WAY.

ALL RIGHT. EXCUSE ME.

(inhales deeply)

(exhales deeply)

(scanner whirring)

(beeps)

SON OF A BITCH.

WELL,
DOES HE NEED SURGERY?

YES.

HOW MUCH?

BEFORE WE GO ON,
LET ME ASK YOU A QUESTION.

DO YOU THINK WE'RE IDIOTS?

SIR?
OR DO YOU NOT REALIZE

THAT SURGEONS
CAN RECOGNIZE THEIR WORK

WHEN THEY SEE IT
IN A C.T. SCAN?

YOU CAN?

OF COURSE.
HIS NAME IS FAHRAN NAWABI,

FORMER NUMBER THREE TALIBAN,
SOUTHERN AFGHANISTAN.

WE DID A LAPARATOMY
AND A THORACOTOMY

AND THEN WE FIXED
AN ESOPHAGEAL TEAR.

'CAUSE I'M NOT LIKELY TO FORGET
SINCE YOU PEOPLE

STOLE HIM
OUT OF THIS HOSPITAL.

I AM WAITING
FOR AN EXPLANATION, SIR.

WE HAD SOME
OVERZEALOUS CONTRACTORS

WORKING FOR US
AT THAT TIME.
DOES MY CHAIN OF COMMAND

KNOW YOU HAVE AN ASSET
IN THE TALIBAN?
FORMER TALIBAN.

AND YES, THEY DO,
AT A VERY HIGH LEVEL.

COLONEL, YOU HAVE TO REALIZE

THE HARM THAT THIS
COULD CAUSE IF THIS GOT OUT.

HE'S STILL A SOURCE OF
ACTIONABLE INTELLIGENCE FOR US.

WELL, LET ME TELL YOU THIS.

ASSET OR NOT,
WHEN HE'S WELL ENOUGH,

I WANT YOU AND HIM
OUT OF MY HOSPITAL.

COLONEL, EXCUSE ME
FOR A MOMENT, PLEASE.

(helicopter blades whirring)

DUDE.

UH, I MEAN, SIR,
I REMEMBER WHERE I SAW--

WALK WITH ME.

THAT GUY--

SHH.

BUT I R--

QUIET.

BUT I R--

SHUT UP.

WHERE ARE WE--

STOP TALKING.

WHAT'S THE MATTER?

(lowered voice)
YOU NEVER SAW THAT GUY BEFORE.

BUT I DID. THEN HE HAD
A LONG GRAY BEARD.
KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN.

WHY? THERE'S
NO ONE ELSE AROUND.

SHUSH.

THAT MAN IN THERE,
HE IS A TOTAL STRANGER.

HE SPAT AT ME.

LISTEN, YOU LIKE
WORKING HERE WITH US?

YES.

YEAH?

THEN TAKE MY ADVICE.

YOU NEVER, EVER SAW
THAT GUY BEFORE IN YOUR LIFE.

(normal voice) OKAY?

OKAY?

(jet engines roaring)

(Grace speaks indistinctly
and laughs)

(Pam speaks indistinctly)

(laughs and sniffles)

HEY, REBECCA.

WE'RE DONE.

THANK YOU.

(jet engines roaring)

HOPE I WASN'T INTERRUPTING.

NO, IT'S ALL GOOD.
WE'RE FINISHED.

YEAH?

SO THIS IS YOUR NEW OFFICE?

YEAH, TILL I GET ON
THE C-130.

HOW YOU DOING?

(exhales) YOU KNOW,
I'M, UH, I'M DOING.

IT'S BEEN A STRANGE DAY.

TO SAY THE LEAST.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

CAN I TALK TO YOU?

WHEN HAVE YOU
EVER NEEDED TO ASK?

(chuckles)

I KNOW.

MY, UM, MY PATIENT,
HE SURVIVED.

BUT...

BUT?

WHILE I WAS
IN SURGERY OPERATING,

I, UM...

IN THE BACK OF MY MIND,

I-I WANTED TO FAIL.

I WANTED HIM TO DIE.

THAT'S NOT OUR CALL
TO MAKE.

IT'S JUST SO MUCH
MORE COMPLICATED THAN THAT.

WELCOME--

TO KANDAHAR.
(chuckles)

YEAH.

(jet engines roar)

I JUST WANT TO KNOW
IF IT'S POSSIBLE.

I'M SORRY, BUT SHARIA LAW
FORBIDS ADOPTION.

IT'S ALSO AGAINST THE LAW
OF AFGHANISTAN.

I MEAN, YOU CAN'T TAKE
CHILDREN OUT OF THE COUNTRY.

THEN WHAT ABOUT AREF?
WE CAN'T KEEP HIM HERE FOREVER.

HIS UNCLE CAN--

HASN'T DONE THAT WELL
SO FAR.

THAT'S REALLY NOT FAIR.
EXCUSE ME?

HE PUT HIM IN THAT ORPHANAGE
OUT OF NECESSITY,

NOT BECAUSE HE WANTED TO.

HE'LL BE BACK
AS SOON AS HE FINDS WORK.

THE FIRST THING YOU DID WHEN YOU
FOUND HIM IS I OFFERED HIM--

YES, YOU WERE OFFERING
HIM MONEY. I--
AND HE DIDN'T TAKE IT.

HE'S PROUD.
(laughs)

IF YOU REALLY WANT TO HELP HIM,
HELP HIM FIND A JOB.

(jet engines roaring)

OKAY. I CAN...

ASK AROUND THE BASE AND SEE
IF THERE'S ANYTHING AVAILABLE.

I'LL ASK AROUND AS WELL.

(roaring continues)

SIMON.

COLONEL'S READY FOR YOU.

(door closes)

(sighs)

MAY GOD HAVE MERCY
ON MY SOUL.

YOU KNOW,

YOU SAVED YOURSELF IN TIME,
BUT ONLY JUST,

'CAUSE IF YOU WOULD'VE
STARTED OPERATING,

I WOULD'VE HAD TO MAKE IT
MY LIFE MISSION

TO HAVE
YOUR MEDICAL LICENSE REVOKED.
I UNDERSTAND THAT, SIR.

YOU SHOULDN'T EVEN
HAVE SCRUBBED IN.

OH, I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE
I WAS GONNA BE IN SURGERY.

RIGHT. YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE
ON YOUR WAY TO LONDON.

I RECOGNIZE THAT,
AND IT'S A POINT IN YOUR FAVOR.

AND I UNDERSTAND
THE DIFFICULT CIRCUMSTANCES.

IT'S FINE.

ALL RIGHT. GO TO LONDON.

NOW DO WHAT YOU NEED
TO DO WITH YOUR BROTHER...

BUT BEFORE YOU GET BACK,
YOU AND I NEED TO HAVE A TALK.

I WANT YOU BACK.

BUT IT'S GONNA HAVE TO BE
ON A DIFFERENT BASIS.

YOU WANT A NEUROSURGEON
WHO'S GONNA BE RELIABLE,

RIGHT?

YOU KNOW, WHO'S GONNA BE
RELIABLE DAY OR NIGHT.

I'M GLAD YOU UNDERSTAND.

I DON'T KNOW
IF I CAN BE THAT GUY.

(Timber Timbre)
* ALL I NEED *

* IS SOME SUNSHINE *

* ALL I NEED *

* ALL I NEED *

* IS SOME SUNSHINE *

* ALL I NEED *

* THE SIREN CALLED *

* BEYOND THE TREE LINE *

* WITH ANOTHER ONE *

* FOR THE CAVES *

* AND IN THE TARN *

* BEYOND THOSE BIRCHES *

(helicopter blades whirring)

* IS A SPIRIT *

* THAT I CRAVE *

* AND FROM THE ISLAND *

* PEOPLE WATCHED YOU... *

HEY.

THIS LITTLE FELLA LOOKS
A LOT BETTER TODAY.

YEAH, THE ANTIBIOTICS
ARE KICKING IN.

I HAVE SOME GOOD NEWS.

OH, THAT'S NICE
FOR A CHANGE. WHAT?

YOU KNOW YOUR DR. HILL?

MM-HMM.
WHAT ABOUT HIM?

HE HEARD US TALKING.

AND IT SEEMS HE HAS A FARM
HERE IN AFGHANISTAN.

YEAH, HE DOES.

IT'S A LONG STORY.
GO ON.

WELL, HE'S OFFERED TO GIVE
AREF'S UNCLE A JOB ON HIS FARM.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
I THOUGHT HE WAS SLEEPING.

APPARENTLY NOT.
SIMON, HUH?

JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT
YOU HAD HIM ALL FIGURED OUT.

HUH.

YOU'RE OKAY WITH THIS,
RIGHT?

ME? OF COURSE.
YEAH, WHY NOT?

AREF GETS TO BE WITH HIS
FAMILY AGAIN. IT'S ALL GOOD.

* ...NEED *

* ALL I NEED *

* IS SOME SUNSHINE *

(jet engines roaring)

(military radio chatter)

(Graham) YES, SIR.

THE COLONEL'S, UH, STEPPED OUT
FOR A COUPLE OF MINUTES.

BUT HE WILL BE WITH US
PRESENTLY.

COLONEL MARKS.

THIS IS LIEUTENANT CLIFFGOOD
WITH THE MILITARY POLICE.

SIR.
HOW DO YOU DO?

I HAVE A FEW QUESTIONS
ABOUT THE DETAINEE.
OF COURSE.

TAKE HIM OUT OF YOUR CUSTODY.CAN

TRUST ME, AS SOON
AS HE'S WELL ENOUGH TO PEE,

I'M SENDING HIM YOUR WAY.
WE'RE GONNA SQUEEZE
THAT TALIBAN S.O.B.

FOR ALL HE--

HE'S NOT TALIBAN.

LIKE HELL HE ISN'T.

HE WAS TARGETING ME.

I MAY NOT
BE ABLE TO PROVE IT,

BUT I BELIEVE HE WAS HIRED
TO HAVE ME KILLED.

BY WHOM?

WHY DON'T YOU COME
INTO MY OFFICE?

COME ON.

(military radio chatter)

HAVE A SEAT.

I HAVE BEEN CONDUCTING
AN INVESTIGATION

ON CORRUPTION WITHIN
OUR LOCAL POLICE DEPARTMENT.

I HAVE MADE MANY ENEMIES
BECAUSE OF THIS.

SO YOU THINK
HE'S A POLICE OFFICER?

NO, BUT HE WAS HIRED BY ONE
OF THEM TO HAVE ME KILLED.

THE MAJORITY
OF OUR LOCAL POLICE DEPARTMENT

DON'T HAVE FORMAL TRAINING.

THEY ARE SIMPLY TRIBAL
MILITIAMEN WEARING A UNIFORM.

AND I MIGHT ADD, THE GOVERNMENT
CAN'T AFFORD TO PAY THEM.

SO THEIR MOTIVATIONS
ARE NOT SO IDEOLOGICAL

BUT RATHER FINANCIAL.

AND IF SOMEONE WAS TO COME
IN THE WAY OF THIS--

WELL, I UNDERSTAND
WHY THEY WANT ME GONE.

YOU'RE NOT DEFENDING THEM,
ARE YOU?

NO, OF COURSE NOT.
WHAT HE DID IS TERRIBLE.

HE SHOULD SUFFER
THE CONSEQUENCES.

BUT THE CONTEXT
IS NOT SO SIMPLE.

IT NEVER IS, RIGHT?

I'LL NEED TO QUESTION

THE LOCAL POLICE FORCES
YOU'VE BEEN INVESTIGATING.

I CAN HAVE THAT ARRANGED,

BUT I DON'T THINK
YOU'LL HAVE ANY LUCK.

WE'LL DO THE BEST WE CAN.

(jet engines roaring)

LIEUTENANT.

HASTI, NOW, LISTEN,

YOU SHOULD TAKE CARE
OF YOURSELF.

I MEAN, IF THERE'S
A PRICE ON YOUR HEAD...

COLONEL, WE ALL HAVE
OUR JOBS TO DO.

IF IT'S NOT THE CORRUPT POLICE,
IT'S THE TALIBAN.

(chuckles)

I WOULD LIKE TO ATTEND
THE MEMORIAL FOR MAJOR CHAO...

IF IT'S OKAY WITH YOU.

YEAH, OF COURSE IT IS.

THANK YOU.

(engines roaring)

HEY, AT LEAST SIT ON IT.

I'M NOT
GETTING ON THAT THING.

I CAN WALK.

ALWAYS A PAIN IN THE ASS,
GRACE.

AW.
WHY IS THAT? WHY ARE YOU
ALWAYS A PAIN IN THE ASS?

BECAUSE YOU WOULDN'T HAVE IT
ANY OTHER WAY.
IS THAT RIGHT?

YEAH.

ALL RIGHT, SO IF YOU
NEED ANYTHING,

ANYTHING AT ALL,
YOU KNOW WHERE TO FIND ME.

AHA.
YOU MISS ME ALREADY.

(laughs)

TRAVEL SAFE, ALL RIGHT?

CAN I CUT IN?
OH.

YOU. (laughs)

COME HERE. COME HERE.

OH. ALL RIGHT, WHO'S GONNA
KEEP ME UP ALL NIGHT

WITH THEIR
RIDICULOUSLY LOUD SNORING?

THANK YOU.

YOU STAY OUTTA TROUBLE.

ME?

DR. GORDON,
THAT'S AN ORDER.

NEVER.

(laughs)
SAME TO YOU, DR. TRANG.

(laughs)
SEE YOU SOON, MAJOR.

WELL, THAT'S MY CUE.

GRACE.

I'M RIDIN' UP FRONT, WILL.

(laughs)
I KNOW, I KNOW.

(grunts)

(sighs)

THANK YOU.

COME BACK SOON.

WILL DO.

(helicopter blades whirring)

I HAVE NO IDEA
WHAT TO DO NEXT.

BOBBY?

YEAH.

SORRY, REBECCA.

I HAVE COMPLETELY, UM,
LOST TRACK OF TIME

SINCE THE HOCKEY GAME.

YOU WANT TO START FROM
THE HOCKEY GAME? GOOD PLACE.

THE HOCKEY GAME...

I LOST IT.

YEAH.

THEN THERE WAS FITZ,

AND, UH... OH, YEAH,
AND THEN I SLEPT WITH SIMON,

WENT TO THE WOMEN'S CLINIC

WITH PEDERSEN--
WHOA. BACK IT UP.
BACK IT UP. BACK IT UP.

YOU SLEPT WITH SIMON?
WHAT?

YOU SLEPT WITH SIMON?

NO. NO, I--NO.

NO, I DIDN'T--
WE DIDN'T SLEEP TOGETHER.

WE HAD--JUST TALKING.

A LITTLE KISSING.

A LITTLE KISSING?

MM-HMM. I DON'T KNOW.
I DON'T KNOW.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS.

H-HOW DID YOU FEEL
ABOUT SUZY?

I MEAN...

I NEVER GAVE IT A CHANCE.

BUT SHE WAS--
SHE WAS INCREDIBLE, RIGHT?

I MEAN, YOU KNOW,
SHE WAS SMART...

(clears throat)

SHE KEPT TELLING ME
I HAD A STICK UP MY ASS.

(laughs)
THAT'S WHY I LOVED HER.

I KNOW.
SHE WAS RIGHT.

DON'T LET THINGS GO UNSAID.

(jet engines roaring)

(exhales deeply)

YOU CAME TO SEE ME OFF.
I'M TOUCHED.

HMM. WHAT'D I TELL YA?

IT'S THE STORY OF MY LIFE.

COME BACK.

I'LL TRY MY BEST.

NO, DO BETTER THAN THAT.
COME BACK.

(The Trews' "Highway of Heroes"
playing)

(chuckles)

(indistinct conversations)

* I SERVED WITH DISTINCTION *

* NO VISIONS OF GLORY *

* I SERVED WITHOUT QUESTION *

* OF PERSONAL GAIN *

* SEEK NO JUSTIFICATION *

* IT'S NOT PART OF MY STORY *

* AND IT OFFERS NO COMFORT *

* TO THE ONES WHO REMAIN *

* JUST CARRY ME HOME *

* DOWN THE HIGHWAY OF HEROES *

* PEOPLE ABOVE *

* WITH THEIR FLAGS FLYING LOW *

* CARRY ME SOFTLY *

* DOWN THE HIGHWAY OF HEROES *

* BY THE DAWN'S EARLY LIGHT *

* THERE WAS NEVER MORE *

* I TOOK UP MY VOCATION *

* I WAS CALLED BY MY NATION *

* WITHOUT HESITATION *

* MY ANSWER I GAVE *

* NOW I AM NOT WONDERING *

* THE THINGS
THAT I MIGHT HAVE BEEN *

* I'M NO CONSOLATION *

* TO THE FORGOTTEN BRAVE *

* SO CARRY ME HOME *

* DOWN THE HIGHWAY OF HEROES *

* PEOPLE ABOVE *

* WITH THEIR FLAGS FLYING LOW *

* CARRY ME SOFTLY *

* DOWN THE HIGHWAY OF HEROES *

* BY THE DAWN'S EARLY LIGHT *

* THERE WAS NEVER MORE *

* THERE WAS NEVER MORE *

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(sirens wailing)

(whirring)

(wailing continues)