Combat Hospital (2011) s01e13 Episode Script
Do No Harm
(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 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 the field dressing on.
All right, do you want to clamp it? Clamp's bound to come lower 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 Unconscious and unresponsive.
Good job, Rebecca.
Okay, let's tube him.
Hang two units 0 neg.
Give ceftriaxone Second clamp.
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.
Hey.
Lie down.
Lie down.
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 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.
(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? You never saw that guy before.
But I did.
Then he had a long gray beard.
(Lowered voice) You need 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 and 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.
We just need to know when we can take him out of your custody.
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.
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 gamegood place.
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) 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 (Multiple pagers beeping) There was never more (Beeping continues) (Sirens wailing) (Whirring) (Wailing continues)
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 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 the field dressing on.
All right, do you want to clamp it? Clamp's bound to come lower 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 Unconscious and unresponsive.
Good job, Rebecca.
Okay, let's tube him.
Hang two units 0 neg.
Give ceftriaxone Second clamp.
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.
Hey.
Lie down.
Lie down.
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 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.
(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? You never saw that guy before.
But I did.
Then he had a long gray beard.
(Lowered voice) You need 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 and 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.
We just need to know when we can take him out of your custody.
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.
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 gamegood place.
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) 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 (Multiple pagers beeping) There was never more (Beeping continues) (Sirens wailing) (Whirring) (Wailing continues)