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Yeah, the patient we discharged yesterday
left his kit behind.
Yeah, there was a lot of battle ops going on yesterday.
Hey, hey, hey. How was your R&R?
Good. 18 holes, steak on the barbecue,
drinks by the pool.
Nice. And your game?
Never been better. 68 with a 5 handicap.
Mr. Woods popped by, asked me for a few pointers.
Did you give him some?
I absolutely did. I always give back to the community.
Whoa. Here we go.
Uh, we got a 9-liner coming in, sir. 4 minutes, E.T.A.
Make that two minutes.
All right. Get will. Have Bobby's team assemble. Yes, sir.
Will.
Let's go. Let's go.
Move! Move! Move! Go! Go! Go!
Let's go. Move! Let's go.
Jump in there. Go get him. Pull him back.
Go! Go!
Move. Let's go! Let's go!
So we got enough plasma?
Yeah, the med techs are gonna make sure
that everything's good to go. Sweet.
Mm-hmm. What did you do last night?
Went to the gym. I don't think
we'll be needing your services today, Max.
So you can go back to pumping iron at the gym if you want.
What, and leave delicate bone work to a rookie like you?
Delicate? Is that what you call what you do, delicate?
Here's my impersonation of an orthopedic surgeon, okay?
"Mm. Mm-hmm. Ahem. Yes, it's broken.
"Okay, bring me the hammer and screws, please.
Oh. Oh, no. I can't fix it. Bring me a saw."
You trauma surgeons and your meatball surgery
"Hey, he's bleeding. I got a great idea.
Let's staple it back together." Genius.
Stop fighting, children, or I'll bench you both.
Meatball surgeon. Carpenter.
Bay 4. Team 4, are you ready?
Yeah, what do we got?
Abdominal injury. Possible internal bleeding.
B.P.'S 93 over 67. Hung 2 liters saline,
30 mics fentanyl on board.
Gunshot wounds to the leg.
He's mine. Compound fracture, tib fib.
Right ankle looks crushed, a possible femur break.
- That would be me. - Do we know who he is?
Romanian contractor. We bagged his wallet.
Okay, give me 50 more mics of fentanyl.
Let's hang some F.F.P.
I need blood for type and cross-match.
- What happened? - They're calling it a traffic accident.
Looks like he was traveling behind an army convoy.
They caught some fire.
A few rounds hit the driver, and they crashed into a ditch.
That's the bad news. What's the good news?
We were right overhead. Lateral chest, femur, tib fib,
then we'll prep for an R.S.I.
B.P.'S 80 over 40. Respiration 20, pulse is 140.
Max, check out that right leg for me, please.
Rebecca, I need you here.
Let's do X-rays on the lateral chest.
Guarding. All right, he's bleeding internally.
- I need an ultrasound for a F.A.S.T. - I'll do that.
Once Rebecca's done with that ultrasound, corporal,
can you get over here and help me with
the traction on this leg? Vitals holding steady?
Yeah.
Ah, my good friend Talwar.
The answer's no. Oh, come on.
No. Not the farm again, doc.
Okay, I happen to know
that you are taking supplies to Fobobreland.
You will practically fly over my farm on the way.
So you can drop me off and then, you know...
Pick me up on the way back.
Yeah, but, uh, we're not leaving for another hour.
It'll be dark by then.
Oh, come on. I need to take care of business.
I need to talk to a man about a thing.
- Business? - Yes, I have business.
My tenants, they haven't signed their agreement yet,
and I have a--I have a-a crop of melons
that I have to harvest
by the end of the month. Melons.
Right. You don't give a damn about no melons, man.
You care about the pot.
I beg your pardon.
You don't know about the acre of marijuana
on the southwest corner?
Hold on. You've seen my farm?
Like you say, we fly right over it.
Ugh. Well, then you have no excuse.
You have to take me.
I mean, how is it fair
that you've seen my farm and I haven't?
- No. Forget it. - Oh, come on.
Look, all right, it's a routine supply run, all right?
It's not out of your way, otherwise I wouldn't ask.
It will take you, what, two hours, Max.
- About that. - And I checked with TOC.
You have to be back at 2130.
- That gives you a whole extra hour. - True.
Yeah, but Colonel Marks would kill us.
No, he's given me the evening off just so I can go.
- Okay, that's bull. - Yeah? Well,
go and check. He's in his office now.
You're serious?
I give you my word of honor as an English gentleman.
Ah, beautiful Rebecca, where are you going?
I just did a surgery. I'm taking a break.
- Wait a minute. What's the smile for? - Adventure.
Adventure? Wait. What's up?
Going farming.
He's here, sir.
Oh, good. Send him in.
Uh, if this is a bad time, I can--
No, it's a perfect time. Sit down.
Make yourself comfortable.
- All right, if this is about the generator,
it'll be here in a few d-- - No,
no, it's not-- it's not about that.
Well, there's nothing I can do about the smell.
- The wind picks up and hits the sewage pond and-- - Yeah?
Well, no. It's not about that either.
- I mean, we hardly smell anything, do we? - What smell, sir?
See?
All right, let me have your arm.
- What? Why? - I want to take your blood pressure.
You want to take my blood pressure?
- Is there an echo in here? - Okay. What is this about?
- Shh. - I d--uh--
This will only take a minute. Just relax.
Well, I-is that a good "huh" or a bad "huh"?
Well, there's, uh, good news.
Really?
- You don't need a cat-scan. - That is good news, sir.
Well... why is that good news?
That is good news because we have an old machine
that's prone to overheating.
Yeah, that our 17-year-old interpreter fixed
with a part from our copy machine.
The new one's on its way. I promise you.
That sounds familiar. Have we heard those words before?
We've heard them every other day for the last year, sir.
Seriously, any day now, I swear.
Just make sure we get it before the end of the war.
- All right? - All right.
Someone paged me?
Yes. Uh, we have a V.I.P.
Chain of command wants him turned around inside of an hour.
An hour? What's the rush?
He's got a big job. Strategic operations.
And he's going to make sure that you know that.
Conference room.
Hi, I'm Captain Trang.
I'm your doctor.
So what's going on?
Nothing much. I just, uh, haven't been able to sleep,
and my commander was concerned,
told me to come down and see you guys.
Nothing that a few sleeping pills wouldn't fix.
Christian.
Before I give you a prescription,
I'd like to ask you a few questions.
Ask away, sir. I'm at your service.
Is there anything interrupting your sleep?
Nothing. Uh...
Just can't remember the last time I went to sleep.
Right.
You got a big job.
I do, yeah. One of the biggest--strategic ops.
I am, uh, critical to their mission.
You feel like you're overworked?
No, sir. There's nothing they can throw at me
that I can't handle.
That's right. You put that down in your report.
I'm not hiding nothing, sir.
I'm not writing a report.
Just want to make sure we don't miss anything.
Like what, sir?
What could you be missing?
Not to be disrespectful, but at any given time
I'm responsible for the safety of my pilots in the air.
All right? I need to make sure that I'm at my peak on my watch.
And sleep--
Well, it doesn't really figure into the equation, right?
But my C.O. was concerned and all, so...
So you want a sleeping pill.
That's right.
A prescription and you'll never see me again, so...
Just wait right here, lieutenant.
Yes, sir.
It's all right. I'm on hold.
When you have a second, you need to spend some time
with that air force officer that came in this evening.
I got a funny feeling. Funny, like...
Funny, like he's close to the edge.
Oh, right.
Well, I've got ten minutes with the general about the clinic.
It took me two weeks to set this call up.
I'll see your man right after. Thank you.
Ah. Sir.
Does it ever get less bumpy?
Doc, this is smooth.
Hey, if you puke,
don't do it in your helmet like
they do in the movies. You can never get the smell out.
Hey, and don't get any on the equipment.
Heads up. Just got word from F.O.B. Morrison.
They caught some fire. Got one wounded.
Roger that, Morrison. Oh!
Road trip's over, doc.
We gotta go do our medevac thing.
You can kiss the farm good-bye, baby.
Hey, how were those burritos today?
Yummy. Full of grease and cheese.
You lookin' at this?
00 looks like 30 cal. Is anyone reading this?
Looks hot. Well, you guys want to go in?
We're in. Hell, yeah!
- Whoa, whoa. Hold on a second. Wait. - And we're a go.
Are we exploring all options here?
F.O.B. Morrison, we see the l.Z.
We'll be coming in out of the east.
Break out the flares. Out. Hey, doc.
You ever see that movie "Black Hawk Down"?
No, I can't say I have.
Ah, you'll love it. It's one of my favorites.
It's where this black hawk, kinda like our medevac,
takes on a lot of fire and then--boom! It goes down.
Yeah, well, I sort of inferred that from the title.
It's kind of eponymous that way.
Brace yourselves.
Doc, you stay here!
Yeah, no problem!
Let's go, baby!
Let's do it!
The l.Z.'S a low rider
on the wrong side of an ant hill.
Wh-what does that even mean?
They can't hit us, at least not with the ground fire.
It's the mortars that'll get you.
Come on. Come on, guys. Come on.
He's in. Let's go. Fire it up. Let's go. Let's go.
Role 3 task force, Kandahar South.
Banner speaking.
Colonel. Good news.
Just got a call from the Canadian Field Hospital.
New scanner? He wouldn't confirm it,
but he said, and I quote...
Uh-huh. "You guys are gonna thank us."
Well, I'll believe it when I see it.
Major, the strategic operations officer
I got a call from his C.O. asking how he's doing.
Well, I'm about to find out.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Keep me in the loop.
- How'd that call about the clinic go? - Good. I think I sold it.
He's, uh, officially authorized us to open it.
Oh, so you didn't tell him you've been functioning
for the past five months?
Wouldn't want to bore him with the details. No.
Lieutenant Bettany. I'm Major Pedersen.
Please sit down.
Look, ma'am, uh, I don't mean to be difficult,
but I really just need to get my pills and get back to work.
- Captain Trang wanted me to spend some time with you,
just to make sure-- - What, that I'm not crazy?
Why would you think that?
Because you're a... psychologist
or psychiatrist, right?
Mm-hmm. Which is it, actually?
I can never remember the difference. I'm a psychiatrist.
I'm an M.D who can prescribe medication.
Psychologists typically have PHDS and can't.
Thank you for explaining that to me, ma'am.
As to what I was saying before, uh, just to be clear,
it's not that I was afraid that you'd think I was crazy.
I-I just--I wasn't sure why they'd send you.
Not that I have anything against you, ma'am.
I'm sure you're a very good doctor and all,
but you understand, right?
Whenever they send you to the wizard,
it's never a good sign--
Down the yellow brick road and all.
See, if it wasn't for my C.O.'s concern,
I wouldn't be here at all because...
I'm right as rain, you know?
Really. I mean-- I mean, you know that, right?
Damn.
Role 3 task force, Kandahar South.
Corday speaking. Just one?
Sir, our Romanian contractor has a blown right pupil.
Let's get Simon on it.
Yeah, I'll page him now.
I'd like to re-scan him. My guess is that will pick up
an epidural or a subdural hemorrhage.
- Do it, 'cause if it's going the way it's going,
Simon will have to operate. - Okay.
Graham. Get will to prep 2.
- We might have a big operation on our hands. - You got it.
- All right. - Sir, an A.P.C. rolled on a mechanic.
- And? - Left leg above the knee was crushed, also left hand.
That's all she said. They'll be here in two minutes.
All right, page Bobby and his team. Page Max.
- Have him on standby in O.R.3. - Pages going out, sir.
Excuse me. You in charge?
- Hold on a sec, colonel. Simon check in yet? - Nada.
Send a driver out.
Yeah, I'm on it. Request a driver... Colonel Marks?
Yeah. Rudolph Arlington from strategic operations.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
You got one of my boys here-- Lieutenant Bettany.
Oh, he's Pedersen's patient. She's with him now.
He was having trouble sleeping. I thought
he just needed some pills, but it's been a couple of hours.
Just one moment.
Possible broken ribs. I need to
speak to my doctor first before I can release him.
I'm on it. I just want to know that he's okay.
He must be pretty special for you to come down yourself.
Number 2.
Hold up. Simon?
No, negative.
Look, it looks routine,
but it's only routine if my doc says it is.
I got a big hour ahead of me. Come back in a couple.
We should know more by then.
Okay. All right.
Captain, Max is on his way.
- Do we know her unit? - 10th mountain.
No sign of Simon?
Not yet, sir.
Okay, let's intubate her.
- Prep the R.S.I. - Roger that.
B.P.'S 90 over 50.
So you said you'd been on medication before.
Of course. Who hasn't?
Uh, aspirin, cough syrup,
uh, some antibiotics when I was a little kid.
I mean, lots of people been on medication.
That's not the kind of medication I was talking about.
Well, sometimes I get a little... hyper.
My mom said I had A.D.D. or A.D.H.D.
You know, they put me on something then,
but it's-- it's on my record.
And you can note that I told you that.
I'm not hiding anything here.
I don't want any rumors starting.
Look, ma'am, I know it's against regs,
but do you mind if I light up?
I come from a long line of army men
been known to smoke now and then.
Uh, I-I'm afraid not, Christian.
Sorry.
So have people spread rumors about you?
I'm not talking specifics.
Just rumors in general...
Starting off some mistakes, some deviation,
some triviality picked up in a conversation.
Isn't that right, ma'am?
Loose lips sink ships.
Gotta be careful what you say.
Someone will pounce on it,
and you'll be sent to bed without any supper.
Not that I ever was.
I was careful.
Careful what I say and do.
Just in case.
You're just letting me dig my own grave here,
aren't you, ma'am?
You've had these conversations before, haven't you?
They didn't mean nothing.
- I think they did. - Beggin' your pardon, ma'am,
but what did you think they meant, huh,
that I wasn't gifted,
that--that I didn't see the world differently?
I mean, you can look at my record
and you can see what I hold.
Sorry, ma'am.
I just been away from my unit for a while now.
You know, maybe you just talk to my C.O. about all this,
assure him I'm fine, and in the meantime,
I just go back to my unit and do my job.
That's an interesting choice of words, Christian--"Meantime."
Mean.
It's a condition, isn't it?
What are you talking about? It's just a word, a phrase.
The mean is halfway between two extremes.
Polar extremes.
Maybe some soda?
All this talking's...
Certainly.
Okay, let's get this guy to O.R.
Rebecca?
I know where he is. Simon.
- Do you want me to go get him? - I think that's gonna be kinda hard.
Uh, where's the colonel?
Uh, he's outside the O.R. waiting for Simon.
Okay, uh, just give me a second.
I'm gonna go to the TOC and try to reach him.
Is he off the base?!
ABC--not good. Unconscious. Let's get a tube.
Doc.
All right. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
All right, yeah. Pass me the, uh...
Okay, let's tape him.
- Shrapnel in his legs. - Yeah, and his chest.
Let's get something for the wound.
Roger that, R.C. South. Hey, English.
It's R.C. South. They're looking for you at the hospital.
Okay.
5 bucks marks didn't clear him.
That's a sucker bet.
Tell 'em I'm here.
You sure?
Yeah.
We're looking all over for him.
No, he's a civilian doctor.
It falls under the role 3 command structure.
Technical operations center, role 3.
Sergeant Corday, speaking. Colonel Marks, that's right.
You got him?
He's en route from fob Morrison, an hour and a half out.
Yes, I'll pass that message on to him, of course.
The boss is not gonna be happy about this.
Major.
Hi, Bec.
We ready?
Everything but the surgeon. I found Simon.
He's in a chopper en route from fob Morrison.
No, I need him here. We got a man who's gonna die
within an hour without an operation.
He's an hour and a half out.
He's gonna have to talk us through it.
Now we need to solve our communication problem.
Bring R.C. South in on this.
They're gonna need to patch Simon in to the O.R., all right?
And bring Graham in on this as well.
Yes, sir.
All right. You'll do the operation.
M-me?
Holy crap.
We're desperate right now.
Do you think you can help us?
- No, sir, I get that. - Understood. Yes.
We're trying to save a life over here at the role 3.
Forget it. I'll call them right now.
Yeah, just listen to me. Thank you.
Uh, one of our neurosurgeons is in the air.
No, I can't get into that right now. He is.
In a medevac.
Okay. Hold on.
Uh, the C.P.O. N R.C. South says that unless
we can yank up all this equipment that we've got here
and move it in to the O.R. , we can't patch Simon in.
Comms link.
He says he can send his comms guys over.
That's gonna take an hour at least.
That kinda defeats the point.
- Comms link. - Excuse me?
There you are, Christian. Sorry, Colonel.
No, wait. Go ahead.
A comms link to a satellite phone.
We use 'em when someone special comes in
a senator or prime minister.
Allows you to communicate directly to a chopper or plane.
It's red-level stuff,
but if it's serious, they'll help you.
The guy you're talking to won't know about it.
You're gonna have to talk to, uh, Captain Farndon,
mention the, uh, comms link.
Can you look into this?
- With him? - Yes, with him.
Yes, sir.
Can you step forward, please?
Yes, sir.
Yeah, I have, uh, lieutenant Bettany here.
He says I should speak to Captain Farndon.
That's your patient?
He is.
Extension 38-62.
Am I gonna regret it?
I hope not.
Hello, Captain. I've got a situation.
He's on. You out there, Simon?
- Yes, hello. - Hello.
Forward operating base Morrison?
How very enterprising of you.
Yeah, well, it started out as estate planning
and then it went slightly awry.
We call that an understatement, Simon.
Hey, his wound's proximal.
- You can go higher. - Yeah, I've done this before, doc.
- Right. Okay, okay. - Ah, damn it.
I can't get it. I can't get it.
No, you can do it. You can do it.
Good. Let's get some hemacon on that.
Yeah, I'm on it.
He'd be better off if you could close those wounds, doc.
Okay, there, there. I got it.
Feel like doing some suturing?
Yeah, why not? Bring it on.
Drawing fire. Taking evasive action.
Come on! I got him. He's steady.
Come on. Hold it. Hold it.
Simon?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay.
I'm just trying not to fall into my patient.
Right. Tools. Who's doing the surgery?
- I am. - Rebecca! Hello!
I'm here, Simon.
Great. Let's begin. Where are you at...
Where are you at with the scalp?
It's been pulled back.
Look, can we keep this steady, please?
Sorry. Evasive action here.
- Now is the Mayfield clamp in place? - Yes, it is.
All right, good. All right, let's drill four holes
in the shape of a square, 2.5 inches apart.
Okay. Got it.
Hold on a second.
Are you all right, Simon?
Yeah-- Yeah, I'm fine. It's just sound effects.
Okay.
Hey, pass me some sterile dressings and a suture kit.
We gotta get these wounds as clean as possible...
But we're gonna have to re-clean once we get to role 3.
You've got cold eyes.
Anyone ever told you that, ma'am?
They're the coldest eyes in the world.
You know, one day someone will sit down in judgment of you.
They'll smash your life up, steal your dreams and...
What's gonna happen to me, ma'am?
What you did today helped us save a man's life.
It's something to be proud of.
Don't do that. Just tell me.
I need to speak with your commanding officer.
Yes, ma'am. I understand.
I need to lock the door?
Okay, I'm going in to pull the dura back.
Pulling the dura back.
Okay. You want to take the retractors
and you want to expose the clot.
You want to put more pressure on that.
Okay, I'm back. I'm here. I'm here.
Okay. Well, the dura's back,
and the retractors are in place.
Right. Listen, Rebecca, this is unforgiving surgery.
One mistake...
Your point's taken.
Okay, just be sure you're careful
as you go through the cingulate sulcus.
How's he doing?
He's holding in there.
Forceps, please.
Wait. No, no. No, what is this?
No, I need the tissue forceps.
Okay. Can you see the clot?
Uh, um... there's a lot of blood.
All right. That's normal.
I know it's normal, Simon.
Suction.
Whew. Hot in here?
Yes.
All right.
Tourniquet's holding.
All right. Just closing the wound off.
Okay. Simon, are you doing surgery?
Oh, don't worry about me.
I'm just having fun with the boys.
Yeah. Yeah, leg is stable. Stable. Minimal bleeding.
All right. Um, okay, I need loupes.
I can't see a damn thing.
It's tight.
All right.
Ahh. Okay. Much better.
There it is.
All right. I see the clot.
Come on, you bastard. Suction.
Blood pressure's rising.
Is his pulse declining?
Yes.
Uh, 135 over 98. Pulse is 64.4.
Damn it. No, this is too high.
No, no, no. You just said that was normal.
No. No, no, not you guys.
All right, where is he bleeding from?
That's all you need to know, Rebecca.
- Okay, well, I am doing my best. - Yeah? Well, try harder.
Okay, we need some more saline and 50 mics of fentanyl.
Uh, that-- Simon, is that for us?
No, no. Not you guys.
- Blood pressure? - 140 over 110.
Look, stop worrying about the B.P.
It's just his body regulating itself.
Whoo! You see what we're learning today?
We should do this more often.
Rebecca.
Just hang on, all right?
There.
I see it.
My God.
All right, he's bleeding in two places.
All right, let's cauterize these babies.
Okay, B.P. Is holding
at 130--
130 over 87.
Graham, I suppose Simon has hidden his vodka
where no one can ever find it.
I suppose someone could find it, sir,
if someone were to look.
Thanks, Graham.
How are you doing?
Okay. We're just closing him up now.
Ahh. God, I feel like having a cigarette.
Was it as good for you as it was for me?
You know why we love this job?
Don't tell me. Because we're the best?
Oh, no. I gave up on that fantasy a long time ago.
I didn't.
It's because we're in the right place at the wrong time.
Like an existential paradox, isn't it?
Hey, did this make us boyfriend and girlfriend?
Uh, you know, I was thinking more along the lines
of brother and sister maybe.
Ah, yeah, yeah! Like in the backwoods of Tennessee.
Whoo! You're my sister.
- Hello, Simon. - Yes, hello, Colonel.
How's it going?
Well, it's, uh, it's not St.
Tropez, if that's what you're saying.
I'm not. What can we expect?
Okay, we got multiple shrapnel wounds.
We got a chest seal in place,
a tourniquet on the left leg.
Now he's got a tube in and he's barely surviving.
- Any idea what your E.T. A. is? - About 40 mikes.
Say, uh, ray's saying 40.
All right. Done.
We'll be ready for you.
And, Simon, I want to talk to you when you touch down.
Yeah, I bet you do.
Rebecca...
When did you know he was missing?
Let me-- let me rephrase that.
When did you think he was gone?
I'm sorry, sir.
I didn't realize that it was my job to babysit Simon.
Actually, major, it is.
Let me remind you that you're not just a surgeon
on her own.
You're also an officer for the Canadian armed forces
with a responsibility to help run this hospital.
It's an honor, but it's also a mission.
One I think you should take very seriously.
So step it up. All right?
Yes, sir.
All right. Doctor.
You were quite brilliant today.
How's our boy?
He's gonna need medication and treatment.
He needs to go home.
All right. I'm gonna...
I'll talk to his C.O.
Thank you, Marks.
Sir, uh, Simon's medevac landed. Yeah.
Confirming one wounded.
Who's on?
Trang's shift till 0500.
All right. All right.
Multiple shrapnel wounds, legs and chest.
Left leg bound off. Right chest sealed.
3 bags of saline in flight.
100 mics of fentanyl on board.
Watch his blood pressure. He's lost a lot.
Keep an eye on his O-2 saturation.
What's his blood pressure?
98 over 55. I'll take over from here.
Sorry about your farm, man. That's the breaks, doc.
Thank you, gentlemen. I had a completely horrid time.
Simon... don't you ever do that to me again--
Putting me in a position where I have to tattle on you
and then leaving us here to do your work.
Oh. Well, I am duly chastened.
You may whip me with your stethoscope.
- I need pressors. - Okay, let's get on these wounds, Suzy.
Pressors on board. Oh, come on.
B.P. 103 over 72.
Okay, how's he sounding?
Breath sounds diminished.
- Hey. - Colonel.
Yes, Colonel, come in.
Have a seat.
Sit down.
Rudolph, is it?
Some vodka?
It's my neurosurgeon's.
He owes me.
Xavier, that's against regulations.
My whole day has been against regulations.
I take that as a no.
Wait. I didn't say that.
Ah. All right.
We're gonna have to send your first lieutenant home.
I'm sorry.
You know, you are looking
at six generations of a military family.
His forefathers fought in the civil war,
all the way up to this one.
He is a kid from a small town in Virginia
who did everything right, by the book and the flag.
It's something he's immensely proud of.
And now what?
"You're going home, son, 'cause you're, too"
Exactly. Exactly.
Listen, he's heading for a fall,
and if it happens while he's on duty,
others will fall, too, quite literally.
Where is he?
He's with one of my doctors.
Do you want me to talk to him?
No. No.
His daddy would never forgive me.
You're welcome to use this office.
Sir.
Lieutenant.
You don't have to stay.
No, I do.
Good luck to you.
Thank you, sir.
This is where someone tells you
that it's all gonna be okay?
Or my personal favorite,
he's gonna be fine. Hmm?
I think so.
Uh, sir.
Go ahead, Bob.
Uh, U.S. army is choppering an Afghan national,
uh, from Lowkhi.
Suspected appendicitis.
E.T.A.?
Uh, 9-liner's 30 minutes away.
Trauma bay 3. This is Clark's collar.
Sir.
I'll be at the shooting range. Have Simon meet me there.
Yes, sir.
Hi.
What are you doing?
Uh, I'm about to have my eyes pulled out.
Something about insubordination. Mm-hmm.
Marks wants to see me at the shooting range.
Yeah, you better bring your body armor.
You know what? On second thought, don't.
Aw, well, thanks, Rebecca.
After all the good work we did, your hands, my brain.
Good night, Simon.
That was excellent work today.
Good night, Simon.
Good night, Rebecca.
Right.
Sir, you wanted to see me. Yeah.
Look, can I just say how terribly sorry I am--
You have your weapon?
Well, of course I don't have a weapon.
I'm a-- ah, yeah, a civilian,
as you never tire of reminding me.
- I'll--I'll-- I'll shoot for you. - Right, okay.
Are those vodka bottles?
Yeah, it looks that way.
Are they full? I think so.
Well, hold on. Are th-- are they my vodka bottles?
Aah! Aah! Sir, sir, okay. I understand.
I understand the error of my ways, sir--
Let me help you out there. Wh--
Aah! Sorry! Sorry.
Just stop. Stop, okay?
I understand. It's in my head, the error of my way.
You'll thank me. Oh!
I won't. I mean, yes, how could I be so stupid?
Yeah, how could you be?
You're a brilliant surgeon...
But what happened today, Simon, can never happen again.
Okay?
Okay.
Fine.
Colonel.
What is it, Graham? New scanner's here.
You sure?
Well, they're unloading something pretty big off a C-17.
By the way, that was great stuff.
Wh-what was, the--the operation?
The vodka.
Let's go see our new scanner.
It's about time.
How long has it been?
There's the noon train.
Finally.
Oh, man.
What?
No way. You gotta be kidding me.
Poutine chateau.
That's not a scanner.
It's comfort food for Canadians.
This is the surprise? We ask for a scanner, we get this?
Maybe the scanner's inside the Poutine Chateau.
You hear anything?
Silence.
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