"Afghanistan feels normal to you now, so if this feels normal, home must feel strange." "I'm home less than 24 hours, and alls I can think about is getting back here." "And that's okay." "Anyone else?" "Don't look at me." "With all due respect," "I would not be here if I didn't have to be." "So you're saying there ain't nothing wrong with you?" "I am a trauma surgeon." "The operating room is my therapy." "And, uh, how is that working for you?" "You know, I took psych in med school." "And I know what you want me to say." "I do." "That the reason I am not sleeping very well isn't because I just happen to require very little sleep, but because I'm a perfectionist with "daddy issues,"" "and that I am always subconsciously trying to replace my father figure with someone else." "But then I found this guy, and he is this brilliant E.N.T. whiz from Montreal, and, um, and it feels like the real thing, and then he goes and dumps me..." "Two weeks before deployment." "Now I'm usually the dumper, not the dumpee, but here I am, dumped." "And I still have the engagement ring, which I can't bring myself to throw out because it would just completely signify that I have been a failure in life and love and..." "How could she just ambush me like that?" "Oh, come on." "She just asked you to share." "Besides, everyone respected what you had to say." "I mean, it was moving and very real." "Yeah, yeah, okay." "Enough." "Let's just agree that we will never talk about this again, ever." "You should try online." "What?" "Sell your ring." "It's a symbol of failure to you." "Get rid of it." "Good talk." "Bobby." "Sir." "I've been looking for you." "I was just in Dr. Pedersen's group." "Ah, good." "I'm glad you're taking advantage of what she has to offer." "Yeah." "Emotional health is essential to the success of this hospital." "Physician... heal thyself, yeah." "All right." "Now you've been here long enough." "It's time to jump in." "Romp call, 1100 tomorrow." "We're gonna bag about our 97% survival rate." "I want you and Rebecca in on this one." "Of course, sir." "Now if you'll excuse me," "I got my daily call with 9er domestic." "Only emergencies, will." "Nothing less." "Yes, sir." "He's talking with R.C. South?" "No, his wife." "Hey, you know that, um, Marks calls his wife every day?" "Hey, don't talk to me about love or marriage." "It's sports and movies." "Okay, ***, how about a conference call with all the chiefs of all the military hospitals?" "A romp call?" "Yeah." "We got one tomorrow, 1100." "Perfect." "That'll give me enough time to go over the cases, be prepared, just in case they call on me." "What do you mean?" "They call on us?" "Oh, yeah, and if you don't know anything about the cases, well..." "I'm just saying." "Yeah, but I haven't studied." "Well, it's not until tomorrow." "We'll have some time." "Okay, so maybe we'll be lucky." "Maybe today will be quiet." "Oh... don't say it." "What?" "Okay, you haven't spent much time in an E.R." "Um, it's an old superstition, which actually has zero basis in fact." "Mark my word, it's gonna get crazy." "By the way, Captain, you got yourself a patient, trauma bay 4." "I'm on it." "And, major, may I remind you that you're behind in your charting?" "I will get to them later today." "We don't have any time later today." "We're gonna be plenty busy." "Your spidey senses acting up?" "Hmm?" "Look at my face." "Okay." "Yeah." "Master sergeant Farringdon, I'm Dr. Trang." "Dr. Trang." "Good to meet you, sir." "Don't call me sir, sir." "I work for a living." "Okay." "Um, I see you're having some trouble with your shoulder." "Can I get you to take that off, please?" "It's an old football injury." "It just never healed up properly." "Okay." "Well, I'll take a look." "Can I get you to give me some resistance on this side?" "Mm-hmm." "Okay." "And now the front." "Okay?" "Mm-hmm." "Now back." "Yep." "Yep." "Mm-hmm." "Okay." "You okay?" "Yep." "Sorry I missed your call." "Did Charles come by and take a look at the fridge?" "He says we have to get a new one." "I think they got bargains at Pelway." "Pelway's is gone." "They're building condos there now." "Is everything all right?" "Is there a delay on your end?" "No." "I hear you fine." "Well, you sound a little preoccupied." "I'm good." "It's just..." "Xavier..." "There's something we need to talk about." "Is that your pager?" "Hold... hold on." "Wait... wait a second." "So what did you want to talk about?" "It sounds like you're being paged." "Well, is it important?" "W..." "Call me when you can." "I love you." "Anyone seen the colonel?" "!" "Colonel's needed in O.R." "Found some tendonitis, possibly bursitis." "I'm gonna give you a shot of cortisone just to hold you over until you can get some physical therapy." "Thanks, doc." "Leading the boys on a recce mission at midnight." "Little farmhouse 20 miles out, suspected Taliban stronghold, so I'm gonna want my "a" game, doc." "How long you had that mole?" "All my life." "Why?" "Is something wrong?" "Well, it looks suspicious." "Abnormal shape, yeah, border's ragged, the color's irregular, and the diameter..." "Yeah, I noticed it started getting bigger a few weeks ago." "A few weeks ago?" "Okay, good." "I'm gonna biopsy it." "What are you talking about, doc?" "You saying I got cancer?" "We won't know until the biopsy." "No, 'cause there's no biopsy." "I can't be dealing with cancer." "I'm finishing this tour with my boys, end of story." "Master sergeant, you don't understand." "The earlier we catch this, the easier..." "Dr. Trang, we need you in the TOC." "We got a mass cal coming in." "What's the situation?" "Taliban fired on NATO forces in the province near Panjwaii." "NATO returned fire, and Taliban drew them into the civilian sector." "Heavily populated?" "Streets were crowded." "There was a wedding procession." "NATO evacuation arrived 20 minutes ago and started infield triage." "What can we expect?" "R.C. South is requesting we take eight." "9-liner report is 3 bravos, 2 alphas, 3 Charlies." "Okay, I'll get the on-call staff ready, call the surgeons, and prepare the trauma bays and O.R.s." "Sir?" "Tell R.C. South we're open for business." "Roger that." "Anyone fancy a game of monopoly?" "Here they come!" "We got a bravo here, sir." "Pelvic injury, possible fracture." "Hung 2 liters of ringers in flight." "Steady, people!" "Pelvic injury, possible fracture." "Okay, bay 2." "Okay, we got a second one coming through." "Okay, I need X-ray." "Multiple fractures, lower limb, bay 4." "All right, it's gonna be a busy day." "Clean that up!" "Rebecca, I, uh, I may need a hand." "You got it." "Ready, 3?" "Shrapnel to the head and abdomen." "All right, dibs on C.T. scanner." "Max, Rebecca." "All right, fasten your seat belts, put your tray tables into the upright position." "It is going to be a bumpy ride." "Bay 1." "Hey, buddy." "Everything's gonna be fine." "Hell of a wedding day." "Oh, right." "Sorry." "You don't want to talk about anything having to do with marriage, right?" "Kind of hard to avoid, though, with all the wedding guests around." "What's this about weddings?" "You know Bobby said the "q" word before we got the mass-cal call?" "You jinxed us?" "Ready, Dr. Trang?" "Charlie coming." "Ready." "Keep him steady, soldier." "Bay 2." "Last one." "Zarmeeneh!" "Lacerations, left arm, bruising around left back, **ank pain." "Ringers on board, 10 milligrams of morphine that don't seem to be touching him." "Fentanyl?" "50 mics." "Airways seem to be clear." "You got this, will?" "Yes, sir." "Zarmeeneh!" "Sir, you're gonna need to calm down, please." "He keeps moving like that and he's got a spleen injury, it could rupture." "Zarmeeneh!" "I need a free terp." "Could be spleen damage." "Hey, this guy's the groom." "Zarmeeneh!" "Zarmeeneh!" "That must be his wife." "Zarmeeneh." "B.P.'s regular." "Rebecca." "Okay, there's no guarding in the abdomen." "I would take him to the I.C.U. Watch him." "It may resolve." "Great." "Hey, can you take over?" "Yeah." "He needs an ultrasound." "Ultrasound!" "You're sure no one returned a mission plan?" "I'm sorry, master sergeant." "No one's left anything." "This what you're looking for?" "We never finished our conversation." "We did in my book, sir." "Beg your pardon, sir." "I have a recce to prepare for." "What's going on?" "The girl he was about to marry, her name is Zarmeeneh." "They got separated in the blast." "He begs you to help him." "She must be scared or maybe hurt or worse." "He throws himself at your kindness." "Rebecca." "Coming?" "I can't right now." "We're waiting for Max to finish surgery, and two of the Charlies have been attended to and will be released as soon as they're stable." "One is under observation, possible splenic injury." "And the two alphas are being stabilized." "Sir?" "Send the report to R.C. South." "Yes, sir." "Is there anything else, sir?" "I'm gonna step out for a moment." "No, she'll be sleeping now." "Beg your pardon, sir?" "Nothing, will." "Thank you." "I'm okay." "Suction." "Need a hand?" "Yeah, we've got some pelvic damage here." "It's real surgery, though, Simon." "I don't know if you're up for it." "Ooh, I will try." "I will try." "I thought you had a head trauma." "Uh, yeah, I did." "Although what a young man from the Philippines is doing in Kandahar, I have not the clue." "The Philippines?" "Fixator." "Well, I could be wrong." "He could be from Micronesia." "Anyway, his C.T. scan was clear, shrapnel superficial, and his I.C.P. was normal." "But, yeah, he didn't even need a ventilator." "He should be waking up in an hour." "Piece of cake." "I waited on a scanner for a piece of cake?" "How can you listen to this music?" "It's like... it's rubbish." "I don't know." "Ever since that party I threw," "I can't seem to get enough." "Well, let me tell you this... if you play this backwards, it would be a happier ending..." "And he'll get his job back and his wife." "Not to mention his truck." "Yes." "This coming from the guy whose country brought us Boyzone." "Ah, excuse me." "They are Irish, thank you very much." "Screw." "A screw..." "Rebecca?" "Mm-hmm." "Okay." "Give me that." "So I hear the groom came in sans bride." "When they were rolling him into the trauma bay, he was muttering his bride's name." "See, that's what I call love." "Or fear." "His wife probably came with a hefty dowry, and he's probably worried he's gonna lose it all." "Always a cynic." "A cynic about marriage?" "Absolutely." "Isn't everyone?" "Dr. Prakash?" "You'll have to ask my wife." "What about you, Rebecca?" "Are you into the whole love eternal?" "Clamp." "I've never seen a stabilization like that before." "Prakash is very impressive." "Mm-hmm." "And so are you, although your taste in music remains revolting." "Being a closet cowboy is nothing to be ashamed of." "Are you done now?" "Uh, why, what's up?" "You can help find the bride." "Oh, so you do believe in love eternal." "Vans, I have been in surgery for three hours." "But I-I have charts to do..." "You haven't done your charts in a week." "They can wait." "She can't." "You know," "I've got a guy who can probably help you find her." "Mufaz." "No, thanks." "Gimme." "All right." "Suit yourself." "If I wanted to find a person, someone who was with the wedding procession but wasn't brought here, where would I look?" "We can call bastion, see if they have him." "Mm-hmm." "Uh, if they're not there, they could be at any of the local hospitals." "Of course, if the person wasn't hurt, they could be with their family, or..." "Her name is Zarmeeneh." "Okay." "I'll see what I can do." "Only emergencies, Graham." "Nothing less." "You got it, sir." "Colonel Marks, got a minute?" "20 seconds, Dr. Trang." "Okay, the master sergeant I was treating for bursitis," "I found a suspicious looking mole on his shoulder that he wouldn't let me biopsy." "What'd you do?" "Well, nothing." "I mean, could I have grounded him?" "You're a Captain." "He's a master sergeant." "Plus, you're a doctor in the armed forces." "What do you think?" "Colonel Marks." "Colonel Marks, sir." "I just got a call from major Samizay, sir." "Apparently NATO didn't get all the wedding guests." "Some of them have started showing up at the women's clinic." "All right, get a team ready to go out there." "Yes, sir." "Now can you just look up there?" "What's your name?" "Barry..." "Foley." "Well, Barry Foley." "That's not a name I expected." "You American?" "Canadian." "Saskatoon." "Saskatoon." "Ah, what a shame." "You don't look Saskatoonian, Saskatoonish." "My mom was Filipino." "Really?" "Oh, hold on." "Um..." "Uh... you don't speak Tagalog, no?" "My mom's big into assimilation." "So what brings you to this part of the desert?" "Aid work." "Afghanistan assistance movement." "Yeah?" "Yeah, I met the bride working on building a girls' school." "Wait." "You know Zarmeeneh?" "Yeah." "Is she okay?" "Well, we're looking for her." "How do you know her?" "We met when we were both working on building a girls' school." "She's awesome." "And Khan..." "Khan!" "He's a few beds down and he's doing okay so far." "Um, if she wasn't hurt, do you know where we could find her?" "Family or..." "She was estranged from her family." "Okay, okay." "Tell your story later, okay?" "Just rest." "Tagalog?" "B.P. is getting low." "Let's do another F.A.S.T. exam." "Major, we have some wounded at the women's clinic." "Can you, uh, help out major Pedersen?" "Zarmeeneh!" "Whoa." "Whoa." "You... you find her?" "Do you speak English?" "A little." "Zarmeeneh... please." "Shh, shh, shh." "All right, belly is rigid." "We got a possible rupture." "You're gonna have to find yourself another team leader, 'cause I gotta get him into surgery now." "Okay." "Zarmeeneh." "Any danger to life, limb, eyesight, they come here." "Anything less..." "Refer them to the local hospital." "I know." "I hate to send you outside the wire with so much activity, grace." "Well, it's part of the job." "The women need help." "I just want you back, quick." "Will do." "On a personal note, on the phone," "Christine said she needed to talk about something." "Then I got paged, and..." "She said it wasn't important, that it could wait." "Give you any indication?" "No." "It's the tone in her voice, you know?" "It's..." "What do you make of it, worst-case scenario?" "She's fallen out of love with me and wants a divorce." "When are you gonna call her and find out?" "She's at work." "From what you've told me about her, Marks," "I... don't think she'd mind." "Yeah, you're right." "But it can wait." "It can wait." "Reporting as ordered, sir." "At ease, master sergeant." "Look, I know that you're planning to go out on this reconnaissance tonight with your men." "But I have it in my authority to ground you." "Yes, sir." "May I ask why, sir?" "Concern for your welfare." "You refused to take an important medical test, and I think it's in your best interest not to go." "Yes, sir." "Sir, if I may?" "Please." "These boys..." "They're relying on me to be there." "Maybe we can strike a bargain." "You let me go on this mission, and I will come straight back." "You can do that biopsy, you can send me home, you can pump me full of medicine, whatever." "Just please, respectfully, let me be with my boys." "Okay." "Okay, that works for me." "Thank you, sir." "Is that all?" "Go be with your boys." "Thank you." "Dr. Gordon, I heard back from bastion and the local hospitals." "They don't have any patients there that fit this description." "Oh." "I'm sorry." "Thank you." "Hey." "Hey." "Still looking for the bride?" "Apparently." "How's the groom?" "He's okay." "Uh, I had to remove his spleen, but he'll be awake in the morning." "On the bright side, in the morning, you'll be on a conference call getting raked over the coals by your favorite superiors." "Oh, the romp call." "I totally forgot." "Well, maybe you can get some sleep now." "I brought you this." "Thank you, vans." "You'll need it." "We have work to do." "To find her..." "Zarmeeneh." "Vans, Dr. Gordon's a little tired." "But it's a love story." "It has to have a happy ending." "Have you seen the movie?" "But they've been in love ever since they first saw each other." "They had to keep it a secret." "When the time came for her to marry the other dude, she risked her life and ran, totally disobeyed her family." "Brave girl." "That's why there were no elders in the wedding procession." "They wouldn't support it." "But the younger generation, they were there." "Look, I wish that there was something I could do." "It would be so... wonderful if he woke up, and she was there." "Can't you make more calls?" "The hospitals say that she isn't there." "Have them look again." "I could do that, make calls." "But you're the point person on this." "No, but you gotta get some sleep, too." "What's a little sleep when true love's at stake, right?" "Mm." "You." "Have you been drinking?" "No." "What do you want?" "Your guy." "Okay, you, uh..." "Tell Mufaz whatever you need." "You have to use my phone." "Okay." "He won't pick up unless he knows the number." "Now it'll cost you about 8,000 to 10,000 Afghanis... that's a couple of hundred bucks... but you can put it on my tab." "That way, you'll owe me one." "I thought you didn't believe in marriage." "Well..." "Your groom does, passionately." "And I can't get in the way of that, can I?" "That's really nice of you, Simon." "You do have a..." "Heart." "Hey." "Hey." "Any word from the hospitals, Dr. Tarzi?" "Not yet." "You know I just called Simon's fixer to help find Khan's bride?" "Isn't that crazy?" "It's romantic." "Oh, don't go there." "No, I'm serious." "It's weird." "What was he like, your dad?" "I mean, he must have been something special." "He was a thoracic surgeon... brilliant." "Mm." "Of course." "When I was a little girl, he used to say," ""Rebecca, you're smarter than me, you're braver than me, you'll go farther than me."" "That's a lot of pressure to put on a little girl." "He was my biggest fan." "Oh, jeez." "Can this shift get any longer?" "Ugh!" "Well, hopefully you'll get finished before the romp call, 'cause..." "Dr. Trang!" "Your patient... master sergeant Farringdon." "What about him?" "They're bringing him in!" "He's injured, bad!" "Multiple G.S.W.s." "we packed him as best we could, but he's lost a lot of blood." "Gave him a fentanyl lollipop, and I put some quikclot on his shoulder wounds." "Tourniquet on the left leg." "Needle decompression in the field." "Two ringers on board." "B.P.'s 80 on 45 and dropping." "Pulse 145 and thready." "He's got multiple gunshots to the leg, right axilla, two in the right arm, one in the left." "Okay, get me a set of vitals, people." "Let's hang two liters of o neg, type and cross-match." "I want a trauma panel drawn." "Get him 100 mics of fentanyl." "They said it was crazy, man." "Dude charged in ahead of his team taking fire, held off 10, maybe 15 Taliban guys at once while they took the safe house." "It was suicide." "Now he's a hero." "Decreased air entry in the right lung." "He needs a chest tube." "Sir, we need to get him into surgery immediately." "Let's take him to O.R. 2." "Dr. Trang, you want to assist?" "Of course." "I got you, man." "Okay?" "I'm right here." "You hear me?" "You're gonna be okay." "How w e we doing?" "Vital signs aren't staying regulated." "All right." "Two more units of blood and pressors." "Clamp." "Suction." "Heard his men started filing in, standing vigil outside the ward." "Colonel, the biopsy..." "He came back to me about the mole, and we struck a deal." "I agreed to let him lead the recce, and he agreed to let me biopsy as soon as he got back, but I shouldn't..." "I shouldn't..." "I let him go." "B.P.'s falling." "He's decompensating." "We're losing him." "Crash cart." "Major Gordon." "Dr. Tarzi's on the phone." "They found her." "Hey, doc." "What's going on?" "Don't be long." "Okay." "Dr. Tarzi." "Right." "Yes." "And you're sure that it's her, right?" "Okay, distended and rigid abdomen." "What are her vitals?" "Yes." "Please get her over here as soon as possible." "Call it, doctor." "Time of death... 0406 hours." "Dr. Tarzi." "Rebecca." "Do I look half as tired as you?" "Mm." "Yep." "She's stable, but not in good shape." "Khan?" "Where is he?" "We gave her fluids, but we're just as happy to bring her here for the surgery." "Where is he?" "Where is Khan?" "We have no scanners." "All right, you guys, get her in." "I'll be right there." "Those are my patients?" "Nice patients." "You can always send patients such as these my way." "Oh, I will." "Thank you, Dr. Tarzi." "It's a pleasure doing business with you." "Go." "Save your bride." "All right, come on, guys." "One..." "Two..." "Three." "Deep breath." "Zarmeeneh." "Zarmeeneh, so you've suffered shrapnel wounds to your pelvis, and a C.T. scan suggests that you may have some bleeding in your uterine wall." "We will need to operate." "He asks if the surgery will take long." "Uh, it... it depends on the damage." "I do need to tell you that if there is a tear in your uterine wall, you may not be able to have children." "I will try my best to fix it, I will." "But there is a risk, and if the injury is too severe," "I will have to do a hysterectomy." "The he can't marry me." "No, I-it's not fair." "What?" "He says he'll... marry me whether I have children or not." "I do." "I marry her." "Now." "No, m-marriage is... is not an option right now." "Right now, I need to get you into surgery." "The nikah, the marriage ceremony, is very short... five minutes at most." "I can get the maulvi in five minutes." "Oh, this is crazy." "Okay, go." "Yes." "Go, go, go." "Okay, you cannot sit up." "I won't." "I promise." "You're sure you want to do this?" "We're getting married." "I don't know what to say." "There's nothing to say." "What if he couldn't face the prospect of having cancer?" "So what are you saying, that what this man did was an act of suicide rather than an act of heroism?" "Don't go there." "The why is irrelevant." "It's what he did, his actions..." "And for that, he deserves a silver star." "Right now, I gotta go in there and..." "Tell the first sergeant that Farringdon won't be going home." "Hey." "Thank you, sir." "I regret to inform you that at 0406 hours, master sergeant Edward Farringdon succumbed to injuries incurred during his courageous act of heroism outside the wire." "So the marriage is complete when certain agreements have been met." "And now I ask the bride." "And now... the khutba-tun-nikah." "Can you also say it in English so my friends can understand?" "Praise be Allah." "Blessed be he." "We seek your help and guidance..." "The living, the self-subsisting, the eternal," "and our prophet." "Peace be upon him." "Ten-hut!" "Front salute!" ""Marriage is my sunnah, my tradition." "Whoever ignores my tradition is not of me."" "O, mankind, be careful of your duty to your lord, who created you from a single soul, and from it created its mate, and from them spread abroad a multitude of men and women." "Be careful of your duty toward Allah, in whom you claim your right of one another and toward the wombs that bear you." "Lo!" "Allah hath been a watcher over you." "I..." "We..." "Now pronounce you man... and wife." "Congratulations." "Now let's get you into the O.R., okay?" "I want to have children with him." "I may be very crappy in love, but I am a good surgeon." "And I'm going to do everything in my power to see that you can." "Where's colonel Marks?" "He's, um, indisposed for the next 21 minutes." "Okay, I'll come back." "Hang on." "Sorry to hear about the master sergeant." "You okay?" "He'd still be alive now if I hadn't let him go on that recce." "You think you could've stopped him?" "Grounded or not, he would've found a way to be with his boys." "Captain, are you aware of the disproportionate number of sergeants that are killed or injured in this war?" "No." "I've seen it way too many times before." "You get a leader, and he considers his troops his family, his children." "And these leaders, well, they want their families to come out of this war alive and well." "They're prepared to give their lives so that that's what happens." "And there's nothing we can do about it, is there?" "No, I guess not." "I just wish that..." "Yeah." "Me, too, Bobby." "Me, too." "Why don't you just take some time for yourself?" "Okay?" "You don't have to be at the romp." "No, I'll be there." "Um, vans, in a Muslim wedding, the groom is supposed to give the bride a gift, right?" "The mahr." "Yes." "They didn't have that." "Okay." "Can you, um..." "Give this to him." "They already have rings." "Oh, I don't want her to wear it." "No." "God, no." "Talk about bad karma." "Uh, sell it." "It's a-a fresh start, for both of us." "It's worth, uh, $9,000, about a half a million Afghanis." "It should set them up okay, no?" "I told him that the ring is cursed, that if he sells it, he will break the curse, and you can find your true love." "Ah, your true love." "Could be lurking around the corner." "They will name their first daughter after you." "No, Carl, I'm saying, using my prehistoric scanner, the patient would've been septic if not dead." "Private Mainprice was brought in presenting with a pneumothorax from a blast wound." "Yes, sir, that's correct." "No needle decompression was performed in the field." "It's standard protocol in the treatment of a collapsed lung." "Maybe it shouldn't be." "What?" "Sorry." "Who is that speaking?" "That's Trang, sir." "He's new." "Rank?" "Captain." "You were saying, Captain rang?" "Uh, it's Trang, sir." "And all due respect here," "I was just saying that the size of the pneumothoraces should be a significant factor in assessing treatment." "In the short time that I've been here, sir," "I've observed three patients receive needle decompression in the field which they did not need." "Is that a fact?" "No... not yet, sir." "But the data suggests that we should take a good, hard look at our protocol for the use of needle decompression, sir." "Prove it." "Conduct a study." "You're familiar with conducting studies, aren't you, Dr. Trang?" "Yes, sir." "Well, you're up." "Sir." "Congratulations, Dr. Marks." "Sounds like you got a live one there." "Moving on." "Hey, keener." "I can't believe I opened my big mouth." "I must be sleep deprived." "Do you think Marks is pissed?" "Why, because you totally just upstaged him?" "Bobby." "Oh, God." "Here we go." "Sir." "That was quite a show you put on there, doctor." "I'm sorry, sir." "I crossed a line." "Are you kidding me?" "General Spuffard was impressed." "So am I." "Yes, sir." "Hello." "Did I wake you?" "Yes, but that's okay." "How are you?" "You said we needed to talk." "What?" "Talk." "You said we needed to talk." "Oh, that." "Of course." "Yeah." "So?" "There's this 3-day music festival... coachella." "Donny wanted to go with some friends from school, and there wasn't time to ask you." "It's a long way away, but he's 17." "Anyway, I thought about it, and finally said yes." "Is that okay?" "Sure." "Uh..." "Yeah, fine." "You sure?" "Yeah, of course." "You're the boss." "Everything okay?" "Yeah, everything's okay." "What?" "Is this, uh, seat taken?" "No." "So she'll be able to have children." "She will, in time." "It's the happy ending that's really rare." "How you feeling?" "Good, actually." "Okay, not good, but, um, better..." "Better than I have in a long time." "To happy endings." "And new beginnings." "And undrinkable coffee."