"hey,i got this,all right?" " ugh,i'm fine,glenn." " you just had surgery.stop it." "look,i wouldn't be here if i couldn't handle it." "yeah,and you wouldn't be hurt if i hadn't screwed up." "so let me get it." "that's true." "i'm fine." "yo,carnahan,i want to see the scar." "you have to take me out to dinner first." "think my wife would hate that." " right." " how long you been back?" " couple of days." " and?" "pretty good." "yeah,how's your back?" "oh,there's bad days and worse days, but it beats the alternative." "who the hell are you?" "oh,this is my new partner,glenn." "glenn,lyons.lyons,glenn." "nice to meet you." "take good care of her.she's good people." "okay,boys.some of us have work to do." "really?" " hey,wear your vest." " yes,mom." "see you,lyons." "think dirty harry has a crush on you." "lyons is all right." "he took two in the back during a raid on a crack house a couple years back." "i helped him out." "he's pretty standard." "for a cop." "all right.thanks,jacqueline." "hey,could you lean on somebody else's car?" "hey,it's fly girl." "no way." "casey." "they let you have a leave?" "they told me it was my godgiven right, so,yeah." "god,you look great." "you don't look bad yourself." "so i have a few days to get into some real trouble." "i want to know what we're doing." "oh,what are we gonna do?" "well,i don't know what you're gonna do, but i am working." "yeah,i heard.was it a meat bird?" "or meat... oh,my god.i fell asleep.that's so weird." "stop it." "can you blow it off?" "why don't you come take a flyalong?" " can i do that?" " yes,you can." "just sign a release." "all right,no problem." " you know what?" "actually,i got a better idea." " what's that?" "how about we blow it off completely, and then we go on a flyalong?" "why don't you get in the car?" "you want a chocolate croissant?" "oh,my favorite." "dad,stop staring." "i can't help it." "you haven't been home for a while." "well,it's embarrassing." "no,singing would be embarrassing." "dad,please don't." "it's just good to see you,creep." "you too,jerkwad." "hey,so how are your classes going?" " good." " you managing to get some studying in with all the fun?" "yeah,here and there." "you sounded pretty hungover the last time i called." "yeah,i had a few beers.no big deal." "it can be." "i know,dad." "i got that." "look,you're a big boy.you're gonna make your own choices." "just be smart." "remember,you're there to get a degree, not set a pattern for binge drinking." "i know,dad." "what happened?" "dad." "yeah,my dad's been shot." "medic 114,respond to cross of harrison and 21st for gunshot victim." " so this is a crime scene,all right?" " i know." " ask before i touch anything." " right." " hi,ray." " ***gsw to the upper chest." "found a casing to a nine across the street." "collateral damage from a banger shootout." "his name is dan." "okay,stay right behind me." "it's okay,dad.help's here." "did the cops get the guy?" "i got a pretty good look at him." "we're gonna take care of your dad right now." "how are you feeling?" " i been better." " i'm sure." "trachea is midline.jugular vein's normal." "no cervical spine deformities." " think they got him." " it's okay,zack." "someone just shot you." "let's not worry about it right nowlet's let the police do their thing.." "entrance wound to the anterior right deltoid, exit through the trapezius." "can i get some gauze?" " i want you to prep a line of n.s. - so is he gonna be okay?" "he needs surgery,but he should be." "you doing okay?" "i'm good." "well,you don't look good." "don't sweat it.i'm good." " okay,hop in." " hold up." " it ain't me,man.chill out,homeboy." " this your guy?" "come on,man.it ain't me." " yeah,that's him." " perfect.thank you very much." "you're screwed,popeye.i think i hear chino calling." "get up.i ain't throwing my back out for you.get up." "you piece of crap,lyons.someone should cap your ass!" "walk!" "kiss my ass." "still in uniform after 20 years?" "it's 'cause you're stupid." "what'd you say?" "glenn.glenn?" "get in the rig." "what'd you say?" "what'd you say?" "you're not talking so much now, are you,you little prick?" " come on.get up.get up.get up." " all right,all right,all right." "for god's sakes,john." "nancy.nancy." "i think this guy fell down some stairs trying to resist." "can you fix him up and write up a sheet about what happened?" "i have a victim who needs transportation.i'm sorry.i can't." "come on,glenn.we're going." "glenn." "what the hell you looking at?" "glenn,come on." "the hell you looking at?" "prick." "Trauma Season 1 Episode 07" "you know,if you're not gonna help, just get in the rig,huh?" "wait,what's wrong with you?" "you don't want to know." "no,yeah,i do." "you do?" "i broke up with a guy,and i'm pissed." "see,that face,that that's why i don't talk to you about these things." "what?" "there was no face." "that's the only face you got." "what?" "there was a little bit of face." " yeah,there was a little bit of face." " what happened?" "not here." "what,he works in the hospital?" "he's a nurse?" "that's so cliche." "what,is he a doctor?" "i mean,what,deluca?" "owens." "dude,your "gaydar" is way off." "hey,man.i'm trying." "you're trying.you're just curious,right?" " no,i'm not curious." " no,you're curious." "don't help me,though." " think i got it." " you got it stuck on that pole." "if you're not gonna help,get in the rig." " hey,man.i'm just trying to talk to you in your language,bro." " you got me stuck on the pole?" "yeah,you're right.i am stuck on a pole." "sorry i'm late." "man,you won't believe what happened this morning." "i come downstairs.knock on my door, and you wouldn't believe it." " my neighbor...i don't know if i told you about her,but..." " hey,rabbit." "uh,rabbit,that's casey." "casey,rabbit." "morning." " what's he doing in my - in my copter.he's going for a ridealong." "all right." "shut up,rabbit." "not the only one that got some breakfast this morning." "angel rescue two departing to marin county.over." " is this our gunshot?" " yeah,this is dan,45.gsw." "single bullet to the right shoulder.nine millimeter.one entrance,one exit." "bp 118 over 88.pulse,94.no ectopy." "breath sounds bilaterally clear." "medic 114.medic 114." "return to station four to see the captain." "copy." "what's that all about?" "the family of the banger that shot your victim is filing a police brutality report against the arresting officer." "since you were on the scene, you're gonna be questioned by the occ tonight." "from this point on, you're officially forbidden to discuss what happened today with anyone." "especially each other." " we clear,probie?" " yes,sir." "you can go." "jeez,this thing's a granny wagon." "you know what she needs is some m60s." "so you kids,what, you hooked up in the sand pit over in iraq?" "casey and i flew together a couple times." "he'd come in on bad runs." "i'm a gunner." "i kill people." "it's kind of a growth industry over there." "here's to the mba." "and by that,i mean my bank account." "$750 million merger." "it's our freaking dream come true,man." "in this total crap economy." " mba!" " man,you have got to stop saying that." "it's like turning your polo collar up." "so?" "i've done that." "i know.man,you're loaded.i'm driving." " what about your car?" " we'll get it tomorrow." "you know,you've been driving my ass around since high school." "remember the malibu?" "white boat with the radiator that spewed red coolant all over the fenders?" "how could i forget?" "total babe bait,that one." "we were dorks." "i got news for you,buddy." "i think we're always gonna be dorks." " what's his name?" " passenger said daryl.when he got here,he was talking." "said his chest hurt." "no airbag.hey,grab cspine." "hey,daryl.hey,daryl.daryl." "hey,boone.he's got a depression on the side of his head." "perfect timing,rabbit." "i'm good like that." "all right,i'm getting an uneven radial pulse." "pupils,four millimeters." " daryl." " all right,let's get that board." "get out!" "what's up,rabbit?" "what do we got?" "okay,we got a headon mva." "car versus truck,high speed.no airbag deployment." " no airbag." " lacerated scalp with palpable depression." " that's bad!" "any uncal herniation?" " pulse is uneven." "responsive to pain.no abnormal posturing." "okay,got it." "hey,rabbit,can you take one more?" "what's the story?" "he's got a left radius tear and a right tib fib fracture,and he's drunk." "dude,is daryl gonna be okay?" "daryl?" "hey,is daryl gonna be okay?" "your friend's gonna be fine.he's gonna be fine,okay?" "get him out of here.boone,tyler.i got no room." " he's gonna be fine." " is daryl gonna be okay?" "he's good." "daryl!" "you ever been questioned by the occ?" "yeah." "i'm freaked." "just keep your answers short,okay?" "yes and no.that's it." "considering what happened,i mean... glenn, this is just a formality." "nobody wants to hang anybody here,okay?" "we're ready." "you're with me." "love it.still got saint joe flying with you,huh?" "yep.always." "you know,i can't help but feel a little bit useless." "do not even think about it." "he's not looking so good,huh?" "hey,bud,shut up for a sec." "angel rescue two to city." "city.how's he doing,rabbit?" "signs of decorticate posturing." "he's starting to herniate." "yes,he is." "give 50 grams of mannitol iv push,stat." "50 grams.and we're in." "stopped breathing.no pulse." "what's on the monitor?" " sinus rhythms." " he's in p.e.a." "both valves wide open.starting cpr." "come on,daryl." "damn,he's vfib.all right,i'm gonna shock at 120." "getting epi 1 mig ready." "and boom." "epi 1 mig ivp." "talk to me,rabbit." "everything's headed south,joe." "it's not looking good." " he's in asystole." " you said he had a bruise on his chest?" "high speed mva.the bruise.atypical chest pain.vitals crashing." "sudden arrest adds up to aortic transection." " i know,rabbit.i know." " come on.give me something,then,joe." "there's got to be something." "no.there is not." "tell me about feeling useless." "well,we received a call near the mission district for a 45yearold male with a gunshot wound." "we arrived on scene where we were met by sergeant ray." "sergeant ray led my partner and i to the victim of the shooting." "i viewed and treated him for a gunshot wound to the right shoulder." "my partner and i then placed the victim and his son into our ambulance." "and then we transported him to san francisco city hospital." "do you remember seeing this man?" "yes." "did he have these wounds when you saw him?" "yes." "now the hospital admitting report said he had a broken nose, lacerations to the cheek and forehead that required suturing to close." "does that sound accurate?" "i didn't treat him, so i wouldn't be able to testify to the extent of his injuries." "you'd have to ask the medics that treated him." "the arresting officer,officer lyons, said that these injuries were the result of a fall, but our complainant said he was beaten." "those injuries would be consistent with a fall." "did you see the officer assault him?" "no.no,i did not." "did officer lyons strike this man?" "look,probie,nothing you tell me is gonna surprise me." "we've been keeping an eye on lyons for a long time for a reason." "so i'm gonna ask you again." "did you see officer lyons hit him?" " ugly building." " and it smells." " nance - do not tell me." "seriously." "i don't want to know anything,okay?" "where's daryl?" "well,aren't you devastating." "thank you.i think." "although you're more my friend daryl's type.he's like a geek chic kind of guy." "where is he?" "can you tell dr.saviano to come in?" "oh,you met him,didn't you?" "what did he say about me?" "because he lies." "raleigh,i'm dr.saviano." "nice to meet you." "he's asking about his friend." "yeah,where's daryl at?" "daryl suffered severe injuries as a result of the accident." "daryl died.i'm sorry." "oh,that is excellent." "how much is daryl paying you punk me?" "i mean,it's kind of a sick joke,though." "you're way too good looking to be a real doctor,but... it's not a joke.your friend died." "no,look,i know it's a joke.the paramedic told me he was gonna be fine." " if you're not gonna help me,i'll find him myself." " please.please.you need to lie down." " why are you lying to me,man?" " no one's lying." " i don't know why you're lying to me,man." " no one's lying to you.haloperidol,iv push." "just let me talk to him.i know he's... wow,that's...that's pretty good." "night." "carnahan." "shut the door." "how bad is it?" "your proble did a lot of talking at the occ." "as a result, there's talk of the cop being put on suspension, and the case is going to the chief of police for further investigation." " lyons has it - that is not the point,and you know it." "i'm already getting a lot of heat from on high because of this." "because he told the truth." "besides which, this is gonna 'cause a lot of ill will with our brothers in blue." "yeah,i know." "now,i understand you have some affection for this proble, but,uh... but what?" "all i'm saying is he might not make it." "if my partner has problems with his career path because of this, because he told the truth, i am telling you,bas, i am gonna feel it necessary to go and explain this to interested parties." "what was that about?" "your big mouth." "look,man,i'm trying,okay?" "just tell me what happened." "he's pissed about my car." "is that,like,a gay thing?" "no,you're like a gay thing." "no,it's a green thing." "well,he's just really into preserving the environment, and,amongst other things, he's really upset that i drive such a dinosaur, because it spews carbon dioxide, monoxide,whatever." "it's exhausting.the car and the situation." " and you said?" " well,i looked him right in the face and i said," " "hey,man, it's a '72 el camino." " " nice." "yeah,exactly." "and then he,uh, just started calling me selfish, and then, uh,i don't know.things just blew up." "yeah,well,he's got a point." "no.no,no,no." "you either agree with me, or you don't say anything." "no,i'm saying it's good.we have to take care of our planet." " no more talking." " listen,global warming is real." "well,you know what?" "the sex was fantastic." " i mean,he's tender.he takes his time with me." " i'm not having this conversation with you." " but with authority.he,like,dunks on me." " well,good for you." "medic 78,respond to 2300 oak, cross street schrader for an abdominal laceration." "all right,medic 78.we are en route to 2300 oak." " telling you,haven't been touched till you been touched by a doctor." " i never will." "like liberace." "ma'am,you called 911?" "i'm boone.this is tyler." "what's your name?" " valencia." " valencia,can i take a look?" "all right?" "okay,valencia.i'm gonna go ahead,take a listen here." "just gonna check out your heart rate,okay?" "you know what?" "that's pretty deep.can you tell me what happened?" "she cut herself." "cut herself.okay." "seems like you need to be a little more careful." "you know,i need some gauze." "i think that's what we need right now." "all right,you know what?" "her pulse is 128." "it's weak but regular." "gonna go get that gauze.all right." "okay,i'm gonna move this." "let me see.i want to take a look." "let me see where else you're bleeding." "medic 78 to control." "78,go ahead." "request s.f.p.d.on location." "possible domestic violence." "hey,what's all this stuff for?" "well,you know what?" "she lost a lot of blood." "she needs fluids or she's gonna go into shock." "just patch her up and leave." "i can't do that." "she needs to get to a hospital." "she's not going anywhere." " look,man..." " get up." "what?" "get in the car,valencia." "i'm okay." "hey,listen." "look,man.i don't care what happened." "we just want to take care of your girlfriend,all right?" "oh,you just want to take care of my girlfriend?" " you want to help her?" " yeah." "don't be stupid.or she's dead." "get in the car.get in the car!" "let's go.go.go,go,go." "we lose her,man,she dies." "not gonna happen." "medic 78 to control." "medic 78,s.f.p.d.is on their way to you." "copy that,but the victim and the perpetrator have left the scene." "they are going south on clayton." "they're approaching frederick." "we are in pursuit." "copy that.we'll relate it to s.f.p.d." "hey,can you try to keep the rig on two wheels?" "sounded like criticism." "don't lose 'em!" "car,man!" "come on,man,we're losing 'em." "where did they go?" " i don't know." " aw,man,we lost them." "damn it!" "medic 78,s.f.p.d.has intercepted suspect." "medic 114 already on scene." "sorry,boone,this one's mine." "how we doing?" "get ready to move." " get the gurney." " driver,throw the knife out the window." "let me see your hands." "get out of the car slowly." "turn around,keep your hands in the air,and step back towards me." "step back." "stop." "get down on your knees.put your hands behind your head." "move.clear!" "okay,i got you." "one,two,three." "talk to me,nance." "we got her." "okay,i need a pressure dressing." "try and hold that tight." "go." " okay,let's start the iv on the way.let's just get going." " all right." "let me ask you a question,you little prick." "who saved her,you or the cops?" "what,you surprised to see me?" "figured on my last shift,i'd pay you a little visit." "i got suspended pending review." "listen,i don't want any drama with you." " i got a patient in the back here,let me do my job." " it's a little late for that,probie." "i don't know what you think you saw,but your being green just cost me my livelihood." "hey,this is not about me being green,okay,lyons?" "what i saw was an outofcontrol cop beating on a defenseless man." " that's what i saw." " defenseless man?" "defenseless?" "popeye vasquez got his first murder when he was 15 years old." "he walked from that." "we got him on an aggravated rape.he only did 2 1/2 years." "now he nearly kills a man trying to have lunch with his son." " is that defenseless?" " lyons,i get it." "he's a bad guy.i get it." "but that doesn't justify what you did." "you can't go around hitting people." "you lost it." "yeah,i did." "i did." "violence is a tool." "it's necessary on the job." "and when you saw me coming,you thought i was gonna work you over,didn't you?" "crossed my mind,yeah." "yeah,and popeye's boys are gonna think the same thing every time they see me." "now is that right?" "i don't know.probably not." "is it effective?" "you tell me." "casey." "i can't believe you're still this anal over this stuff." "well,copters don't mess around." "do you know that rescue birds crash just as much as combat?" " that's crap." " it's true." "partner's a trip." " and then some." " no,i like him." "i'm not surprised." "he reminds me one of those thousandyardstare guys back in it." "do not tell him that." "tell him what?" "that you remind casey of the psycho burnouts back at the sand pit." " oh,cool." " not really." "guys who didn't kill themselves were,you know,they were dicks." "awesome." "okay." " we'll meet you at we'll meet you." " yeah,right,okay." "see you there." "you know this is just gonna take longer." "casey." "safety first." "this guy,you would have loved him." "he had three nubs." "three nubs or two nubs?" "three nubs and was the best shooter out of everybody." "that's fascinating." "nubby ned.nubby ned." "and he was the best shooter out of everybody." "sounds delightful." " it was really glenn." " glenn?" "do we have a problem?" "much as i'm a fan of all things reckless,glenn,this bar is not the best spot for you tonight,you know?" "i'll deal with it." "you sure?" "when you get the chance,can i get a round of beers for those four gentlemen over there?" " sure thing." " here we go." "oh,gasoline meets fire." "hey,rabbit." " oh,kev." " little disappointed in your choice of drinking buddies." " you know,they put lyons on suspension." " oh,yeah?" "fd should never mess with pd livelihood." "give me a break,man." "you can't blame the fire department for what he did." "you know what?" "if i were you,i'd shut my mouth." "kev,hey." "glenn,step back.step back." "come on,kev.you made your point,all right?" "i ain't got no beef with you,rabbit." "i appreciate that,but come on,man." "glenn here,he's a good friend of my old partner,nancy." "i don't know him that well.i might not even agree with what he did." "hell,i don't even like him that much." "but,guys,if you want to get stupid,then i got to get stupid." "that'd just be stupid." "come on.look at that face.i can't afford to get any uglier." "it's a probie.it's not worth it.all right?" " all right." " all right." " dude." " said i didn't need your help." "yeah,you did." "come on." " bye,glenn." " yeah." "you're welcome,bud." "you're all right,rabbit." "you too,case." "there's a really nice motel next door if you two need a room." "i would,but i got to go.it's getting late." "it's early." "he's talking about a shift change at the hospital." "hey,i'm just an ambassador of goodwill to our healthcare providers,all right?" "right." "take care,you two." "and,case,have fun back in that sandbox,all right?" "say hi to diana." "shut up." "here you go,guys.on me." "fd to the pd.all right." "love you guys.love.much love." "i'm a lover,not a fighter." "have you seen the patient in 112,raleigh?" "no,he was there last time i checked." "where are you?" "where are you?" "i know you're here,daryl." "this isn't funny anymore." " come on!" " nurse,call security." " daryl.daryl. - raleigh?" "i need you to come paramedic said that he was okay." "he's okay." "that's what he told me." ""he's okay!" he said." "he would." "that's what he told me." "not now,rabbit." "can't you get this guy some grief counseling or something?" "we did,rabbit." "you're the one who told his friend he was gonna be all right." "i tell 'em all that." "so i've heard." "yeah,keeps them out of my hair,keeps them quiet,so i can do my job." "i mean,look,i got these guys in my copter for 12 minutes." "i can't do more than that." "it's called life support not longterm care,okay?" "sounds like you're embracing your limitations." "hey,you know,i'm really sorry this guy can't handle reality,but people die." "this happens." "it's not my problem." "sorry to hear that." "i have to get back to work and fill out new orders for what's not your problem." "you know,fourpoint restraints." "take care of yourself,rabbit." "cheers." "so how long before uncle sam takes you away?" "i don't know." "my leave ended three days ago." "crap,casey." "i knew it." " you're awol." " and i'm not going back." "you have to go back." "marisa,i'm sick of killing people." "well then stop being a gunner and go for intelligence." "it's war." "it's not some joke." "you knew what you were getting yourself into,man,and so do they." " do they?" " yeah." "look,uh... i'm just here to have a good time." "and if you're in,that's great." "but if you're not,god,i guess i'll just have to leave." "you know you're sleeping on the floor,right?" "only the bed.you are so full of crap." "i know." "you know you have to go back." " not tonight." " not tonight." "you." "you said daryl was gonna be okay." "yeah,yeah,i did." "look,things are getting out of hand here,bud." "you're all tied up." "people in the hospital are getting upset." "you want to cut all the bs?" " yeah." " yeah?" "you want to see your friend daryl?" "about time." "let's get you in that chair." "they've been lying to me." "this is the morgue." "oh,come on,man." "this is bull." "come on." "i wish it were,bud." "okay,daryl died in my copter." "i did everything i could." "he had an aortic transection,which means he tore his main line, and without being able to crack open his chest,there was nothing i could do." "there was nothing anyone could do." "this is all a lie,man.you said that he was okay." "okay,i told you he was fine.i lied.okay?" "i wanted to make you feel better." "i wanted you to shut up." "i wanted to do my job." "so that i could get on to trying to help daryl." "that's what i did." "that's the truth." "look." "i know a little bit about this." "you are gonna have to deal with reality now." "and let it go." "i know you want to try and make sense out of this,and i know you want some kind of cause and effect." "but this world isn't like that." "i see people die every day for no reason." "i don't know what to do,man." "do what we all do." "just live." "as hard and as easy as that is." "i'll be outside." "i'll take it from here." "yeah,thanks." "this is much nicer than the green zone." "and the coffee's better too." " thank you." " you're welcome." "marisa,i'm not trying to get you in trouble here." "i'm not trying to pull you into any of my stuff." "just came to see you." "i know." "but you know you have to go back." "no,i know.i know." "no,no,no,casey,look at me." "you're going back." "oh,you can't be serious." "he'll be right out.he's just getting his stuff." "casey." "you can't be serious right now." "come on." "you know as well as i do that turning yourself in is better than getting caught." "you want to get put up on desertion?" "you don't want that.you want to be,what,a fugitive?" "run from the law,really,your whole life?" "i am doing you a favor." "i can't believe you." "you don't want to quit." "you sure about that?" "and i'm giving you saint joey." "one of a kind.exclusive." "no one has ever gotten saint joey." "you be careful out there,okay?" "i'll bring him back soon." "you messed me up,fly girl." "it's just a rental." "that's it." "just trying it out." "it's incredibly quiet.it's like opposite of a magic johnson movie theater,actually." "extremely quiet.just say something,all right?" " talk to me." " it's fun watching you beat yourself up." "oh,that's fun?" "you know what's even funner is you won't hear it coming when i hit you with it." "this should be interesting." "you got that right." "tell me something.do you know every transient in this city?" "oh,he is not a transient." "do not call him that." "naz is old school,man." "he is,like,a bum and proud of it." "are you ready to meet one of the incredibles?" " the what?" " the incredibles." "in san francisco,there are three bums,okay,who are invulnerable." "this guy has been shot,stabbed,burned,and hit by a bus,and he's still ticking over." "that's genetics." "okay,and he's a schizophrenic crackhead,so stay alert." "hey,naz." "nancy." "this is my partner,glenn." " what's up?" " so dispatch tells me you have a bad leg." "oh,my leg,it's infected." "yikes.can i,uh,have a look at it?" "not him." "okay,stay back,but get me the gauze." "that a new sweater?" "it's nice.it's good." "i mean,not many men can rock a cardigan,but you... you have that professor thing going on." "so how are you feeling other than other than this?" "is he your boyfriend?" "glenn?" "no." "you whore!" "cheaters never prosper!" "cheaters never prosper!" "cheaters never proaah!" "cheaters never prosper." "no,cheaters never prosper!" "no!" "glenn!" "what are you doing?" "okay,naz.okay.okay,okay,okay." "talk to me.nancy." "yeah,hi." "oh,i'm sorry." "it's okay.i'm sorry.it's okay." " you're okay.you're okay." " yeah." "okay,naz." "you're okay." "nancy." "hey,i didn't mean for things to get out of hand." "nobody ever does." "it's okay,glenn." "it's okay." "yeah?"