Combat Hospital (2011) s01e11 Episode Script
Brothers in Arms
(Woman) One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
(Panting) (Blows air) One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
(Bobby) Go, go, go.
Heads up.
Heads up.
Stay sharp, guys.
- Come on.
(Pam) - You're done, Canada! Take it.
Take it! - Yeah! (Man) - Nice shot.
- All right, Sheri! (Man) - You're so weak! - Let's go! Let's go! (Man) - Nice! (Exhales and grunts) One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Okay.
You're okay.
You're okay.
Check that belly wound.
(Grunts and groans) Sir, convoy came across an orphanage.
Picked up casualties Three or four children with trauma, two aid workers with gunshot wounds.
Field medic is working on 'em en route.
Coming in hot, sir.
Put out the call.
I want the maulvi, the terps, - and get Pedersen to help with the kids.
- Yes, sir.
(Man) Go, go, go, go, go! (Man) - Keep it together.
Keep it together.
- Learn to skate, man.
- Rock 'n' roll now.
Oh, who's that? - Yeah.
6 to 1, royal.
I'm just saying.
- Get outta here.
- I'm just sayin'.
Three.
Sarge! Four.
Five.
Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah! You got it? (Groans) It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
This is all you got, Canada? This is all you got? Isn't this supposed to be your national sport? (Man) This is how you lost last year.
We're playing hockey.
We're not golfing, okay? This isn't putting practice.
(Man) This is who you guys picked (Speaks indistinctly) - Fore! - Terrible.
(Indistinct conversations, helicopter blades whirring) Wow.
Mmm.
Rebecca, who knocked you up? (Mouth full) I have been given the honor of guarding Brigette Beaver, the Kandahar Beavers' mascot.
That's the one that got stolen last year, wasn't it? (Mutters) And the Canadian hockey team lost 6 to 1.
Yes, this is her.
(Pagers beeping) (Will) 9-1-1.
Let's go! (Additional pagers beep) (Marks) Get the bays ready! Prep the O.
R.
! (Man) - Jump, people.
(Pam) - Move.
Move! Get inside! Kelly will brief you! (Will) Yes, sir.
We're on it! Come on.
Let's go.
(Man moaning and shouting) Move it! Move it! (Grunting) Sergeant Yolanda Cullerne, sir.
Medic with bravo company, We've got an injured man, four children, two injured.
They're British aid workers.
Aah! - The children are in shock, sir.
- All right.
Careful, come on.
I thought you said there were two men.
The other one didn't make it, sir.
Got gunshot wounds, abdomen and leg.
Pressure bandage on the belly, tournie on the leg.
Started an I.
V.
(Metal detector whines) Lollipop at the scene.
B.
P.
90 over 60.
(Man groans) Pri-1 Bravo, bay 2! What's the status of the orphans? (Yolanda) The older boy has gunshot wounds, sir.
The kids are severely dehydrated and malnourished.
(Grace) Well done, private.
I'll take it from here.
Yes, ma'am.
(Grunts) It's all right.
(Indistinct conversations) Dr.
Pedersen Vans.
I'm a doctor.
My name's Grace.
What's your name? (Vans speaks middle eastern dialect) Grace.
Colonel, I got it.
This is a hospital.
We're trying to help you.
(Vans speaks middle eastern dialect) (Clicking buckles) I have no gun No weapon.
I just please.
I just want to check out your friends.
That's all I want to do.
No, stay away! Y-you speak English? Good.
Severe blood loss.
I need a gurney! The aide worker's got a shattered femur.
Internal bleeding.
Do we have an O.
R.
? O.
R.
2 is prepped and ready.
Bobby, you want to assist? Love to.
Let's go.
Uh, what's with the Mascot duty, and don't even think of stealing it.
(Will) Bay 1! (Pam) Juvenile male, gunshot wounds, right arm and leg.
Loss of blood, needs O-2, I.
V.
s, a unit of O neg, x-rays, and a set of vitals.
Colonel.
(Helicopter blades whirring) (Groans and screams) Easy.
I got you, tough guy.
I got you.
Altered level of consciousness.
- Aggressive with bouts of syncope.
- Aah! (Door rattles) Will.
You need help, sir? - Get me a set of vitals.
- Aref? Let's get two I.
V.
s in him.
Get him stabilized.
Seriously infected wound, left arm.
I promise them, I won't let anything happen to hurt them or their friend what did you say his name was? - Jawid.
- Jawid.
Uh, Dr.
Pedersen (Speaks middle eastern dialect) Cross my heart, hope to die.
(Speaks middle eastern dialect) Colonel, sir.
Impending call from R.
C.
South.
It's urgent, sir.
All right.
Let's culture his wound and then start him on a gram of cefazolin.
- Yes, sir.
- All right? (Jet engines roaring) (Indistinct conversations) Okay, so how's Marin supposed to be this great hockey player- I know, right? He's not even as tall as the hockey stick.
Oh, what's up, Marin? Hey, Marin.
Just messin' with you.
Overcompensating, Bobby? Ready? Hey.
I didn't expect to find you here.
I need to question the patient you just brought in.
John Smith.
I assume there's no phone call.
Actually, there will be one coming from your chain of command in a few minutes.
You going to tell me who this guy is? You know I can't do that.
Sorry to interrupt, doctors.
(Monitor beeping rhythmically) Is the patient still conscious? So far.
All right.
I need everyone to clear out.
But, sir Just do as I say.
Now.
Now! Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
(Beeping continues) Thank you, major.
You got five minutes.
I guess it's, uh, useless to ask what's going on? Just tell him to come to my office after he's done.
Oh, and by the way (Monitor beeping rhythmically) The Canadians are gonna give you Americans a pasting tomorrow.
- Come on, colonel.
You're better than that.
- Give me a break.
(Marks chuckles) (Jet engines roar) (Door hinge squeaks) Oh, Will.
Uh, Kelly's arranged special transport for John Smith as soon as he's stable, so let your staff know.
- Yes, sir.
- All right.
- Ah, there you are.
- Hey, thank you.
Sir, I want to try to keep all the children together with Jawid in I.
C.
U.
/recovery instead of the main ward.
All right.
Well, good, 'cause tomorrow, CIMIC will come and arrange a placement for them.
Locally? I mean, if the local Taliban find out that the kids came here, they could be targeted.
(Sighs) (Speaks inaudibly) Something's wrong.
(Max) Oh, let's get in.
Get in.
Get in.
Come on.
(Bobby) He's coding.
Crash cart, please.
(Marin) We've got v-fib.
Rebecca, start the compressions.
Ezrin, let's hang, uh, two units O neg.
I think it's hypovolemia.
(Rebecca speaking indistinctly) Marin, you're on the airway.
Good.
I'm gonna Okay, I got it, Bobby.
It's good.
All right.
(Rebecca) Two and three and four All right, stop C.
P.
R.
Check his pulse.
I'm charging to 200.
(Rebecca) No pulse.
(Max) Okay, clear.
Everyone, clear.
(Defibrillator whines) Okay.
(Paddles thunk) (Monitor emitting continuous tone) All right.
Let's try this again.
Charging to 300.
Clear.
(Defibrillator whines) (Paddles thunk, monitor beeps rhythmically) (Max) - Normal sinus rhythm.
- B.
P.
Is 90 over 50.
(Claps hands) That my friends, is how you run a code, huh? (Rebecca) All right, let's get him stabilized before we continue with the operation.
Give him pressors.
I want his B.
P.
to where I'm comfortable.
Rebecca, we're good? Yes, we'll hold surgery till his vitals settle.
Was it worth it? I mean, did you get the information that you needed? (Indistinct conversations) (Jet engines roaring) Hey, man.
I, uh, I asked around, and no other doctors would take over a code like that.
Are you kidding me? You're so insecure, you need an apology? Okay, then.
I'm sorry, all right? Are we done? Actually, we're not done, man.
Look, it wasn't cool, and I want an explanation Look, grow up.
(Grunts) (Pants) Smith doesn't know anything.
They were attacked as soon as they arrived.
We have to find out what happened, how the mission was blown, who attacked 'em, where the owner of the orphanage went, and who took the other children.
Are you suggesting we interrogate emotionally traumatized kids? I know.
I know.
But there are other lives at stake, and time's running out.
As much as I hate it, we've got to question those kids.
(Pam) Hockey, hmm? Mm-hmm.
(Scoffs) And those little pieces of wood in the wound, like you punched a wall? You know what? I got it, okay? You didn't have to bring out the whole tray.
You can't bandage your own hand.
Don't worry.
I won't tell anyone.
This place can get to you sometimes.
I'm not going to interrogate those children.
It's against my medical and personal ethics.
Doctor, the two men brought in with the orphans were S.
A.
S.
agents posing as aid workers.
We think the orphanage was being used by the Taliban to recruit children and in essence use them as weapons of war.
Those two agents went in there to rescue two dozen children at that orphanage.
But found it virtually empty and an ambush waiting for them.
Are you telling me John Smith is an agent? Listen, we're not asking you to interrogate them.
Just talk to them, see if they volunteer any information that might be helpful.
It could save lives.
What happened to the rest of the children? Well, that's one of the things we want to find out.
Look, if anybody can get the information we need without hurting those children, well, that's you.
Will you help us, major? (Jet engines roaring) (Ford) She really said that? Yep.
(Laughs) No way.
Yeah.
Hey, Simon.
How's it going, doc? Oh, ho-ho! CD? DVD, huh? Fan mail from some flounder? This is not for your innocent eyes.
- It's porn.
- Porn.
So just so you know, I've made a bet that the Americans will hand the Canadians their asses.
Now the odds are against you, so I stand to make a lot of money when you do, so you will win.
So you will win.
You will win.
They're pretty damn good.
You may want to hedge your bets, doc.
Oh, seriously, guys? You think last year's win was a fluke? - Ah yeah.
- Yeah.
You know, your brethren from the great white north you need something to undermine their confidence.
So, okay, if we pull this off, what do we owe you? Nothing.
I'm doing this for the love of the game.
I didn't know you liked hockey.
- I don't.
- Huh? One must keep the mind occupied.
(Mehra) Just, uh, tell us how this works.
And the beaver is ours.
(Rebecca) Damn it! Grace.
Hey someththing happened with Max, and I just gotta wrap my he around.
You got a minute? Uh, now's not good time.
Can we set set something up later? - Uh, 17:00? - 17:00.
I'll be there.
- Thank you, Bobby.
- Thanks.
- Bobby.
Bobby.
- Hey.
Bobby, Bobby, okay, so listen, so- -so Someone from the American team just stole Brigette the mascot from me, and I gotta find out who did this or I'm totally screwed, because Colonel Marks is gonna put me on, like, ambulance duty - for the rest of my rotation if - Hold on.
If I don't find the stupid beaver.
Don't freak out.
Calm down.
Okay.
Let's think of this logically.
Now Yeah.
Who was around? Pam.
Mm.
Yeah.
No, she was dealing with a patient.
Max? Yeah.
Max.
I totally believe he'd take it.
You think so? Absolutely.
All right.
Well- oh, ixnay on the eaver-bay.
- What does that mean? - Shh.
Doctors.
Hey, colonel.
Where's Brigette? Oh, she's in a safe place, sir.
You know, doing surgery and all, just Sir.
(Rustles paper) (Marks) Hey, it's brigette.
Excuse me, officers.
It seems the Americans have her, sir.
Do you know anything about this, major? (Military radio chatter) (Monitor beeping rhythmically) Brother, you must eat.
How do I know it's not poisoned? Does it not say in the Koran (Speaking middle eastern dialect) It is our duty to feed you and show you mercy.
(Monitor beeping rhythmically) (Speaks middle eastern dialect) The Koran has something for every occasion.
(Beeping continues) Can you translate? (Clears throat) Husna the man you came in with who- - who was shot, he told us that he went to the orphanage to help you and and some other children.
Is that so? (Speaks middle eastern dialect) I mean, were there other children before he came? (Speaks middle eastern dialect) Husna - (Speaks middle eastern dialect) (Beeping continues) It's all right, Husna.
Please.
(Beeping continues) (Speaks middle etetern dialect) She said they all left.
Where did they go? (Speaks middle eastern dialect) (Speaking middle eastern dialect) (Continues speaking middle eastern dialect) She said the aid workers first came two weeks ago.
They fought with the owners, then left.
Then the owners got frightened, and they took the children and they left.
But they said they'd come back for them.
They never did.
These kids have been alone for two weeks.
So wait.
The aid workers were there before? They didn't just arrive today? (Speaks middle eastern dialect) Oh, sweetheart.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, darling.
(Speaks middle eastern dialect) (Jet engines roaring) (Indistinct conversations) The men you brought in, the S.
A.
S.
agents, they hadn't just gone to the orphanage today.
They'd been there before, argued with the owners, and left, after which, the owner split, taking as many children as his truck could handle.
Doesn't sound like a rescue mission to me.
I understand your confusion Oh, no, no, I'm not confused.
If these men were using the orphanage as some sort of base for operations, then they were intentionally putting these children in harm's way.
Dr.
Pedersen, I really can't explain why the child told you the S.
A.
S.
agents had been there two weeks ago.
I'm m gonna have to take this information and run it up my chain of command.
Good.
Those children have been through enough.
(Jet engines roaring) Tell me the S.
A.
S.
weren't setting up operations in the orphanage.
Look, all I can tell you is that a month ago, that British intelligence got wind of a Taliban plot that was to start two days from now, using orphans as suicide bombers.
So you did know it? I gotta find these missing children and figure out how the operation was compromised.
I'm bringing in a specialist that's gonna question these kids.
General, I know it's a sensitive mission, but these are children we're talking about.
Right (Will) Here's the duty roster for next week.
Thank you.
Uh, how's Aref? Not good.
Blood cultures came back.
Staff infection, but he's fighting.
Good, because the American Civil Affairs Agency wants to take the kids tomorrow and hook 'em up with an aid agency that can take them in.
Do you think he's gonna be ready to move? No, I don't think that Only emergencies, Graham.
- Yes, sir.
- Hey.
Look, I'm just asking you to give us a little taste, man.
You know, show us the goods, man.
You know what I'm talking about the p-o-r-n, man.
Everyone within earshot can spell.
Look, England's supposed to be more socialist, which means, those who have a lot to give Or lend To those who don't.
Look, I promise, we'll return the DVDs clean.
(Scoffs) Actually, England is more of a monarchy, which means, the king takes all and answers to none.
Too bad about the mascot.
Guess we'll just have to give you a beating like last year, huh? Really? We'll see.
We'll see about that.
(Laughs) Ali, do you got a sec? Sure.
Did you find out why Aref was at the orphanage? Husna told us that, um, Aref's Uncle came to drop him off a few weeks ago.
(Scoffs) He went to Quetta to find work and said he would come back, take Aref with him, but he never showed up.
I can try to find the Uncle and let him know that his nephew is sick if you like.
Yeah, what I'd like to do is wring his neck.
You know that it's against our policy here to wring an Afghan national's neck, right? (Chuckles) Well, I'm gonna go try to find the Uncle.
Maybe he was detained.
Or if he can't take care of Aref, then maybe he can tell us of some more family members who can.
All right.
Thanks, Ali.
No problem.
He shoots.
He scores.
(Imitates crowd cheering) You're still gonna lose.
(Man) Girl, you need some lovin' Your patient doing okay? Uh Yeah, he's gonna pull through.
You upset about what happened in the O.
R.
? No.
It's, um No.
It's not you.
It's It's ridiculous, really (Chuckles) I, um, I was entrusted with the Canadian hockey team's mascot.
And I let someone steal her.
Now Oh, losing the team mascot.
You should be court-martialed, at least.
Me? You're the one who busted in in the middle of an operation that I was doing.
And nearly killed your patient.
Yes, which I'm sure you had a very good reason for doing.
I did.
(Jet engines roaring) There's a hockey game tomorrow, and I thought that if you were here, maybe you want to go? I like hockey.
With me.
Go with me.
I kinda figured that.
I would very much like to go with you.
Good.
Then it's a date.
Or not.
No it doesn't have to (Jet engines roaring) So I spoke with Tarzi, who has a connection in the Afghan government, and they might be able to pull some strings to get those kids into the Northern Kabul Program.
What are we doing here? Grace, I got a call from my chain of command with an order to allow an interviewer to come speak with the children.
- A what? - This person, I'm assured, is a specialist.
Knows how to work with children.
Wait.
You're having those kids questioned further? (Sighs) You're doing it now.
Listen, I hate this as much as you do.
Now Don't.
Don't give me the "this is war, Grace" speech.
Well, if what they share identifies that others are in danger, then it's unethical not to do it.
That the line they used on you? (Door bangs) I've talked with the children for two hours.
In my opinion, they know something.
Jawid's showing all the signs of withholding.
Defensiveness, anxiety, hypervigilance.
Those are also signs of trauma and post-traumatic stress.
Colonel, I know my job.
Mm-hmm.
I'd like to try again tomorrow.
I'm not comfortable with it.
You've got to see the greater picture here.
Is the picture big enough to excuse traumatizing innocent children? Are you so sure the oldest one is innocent? (Sighs) (Clatters) (Knocks on door) Sir.
It's about Aref.
I don't think he's in any shape to be transferred to another facility.
Four weeks with a raging infection, it's a miracle that he's alive.
His immune system is shot, he's malnourished, he's emotionally traumatized I'll examine tomorrow.
And if he's strong enough, he goes.
(Dice clatter) Yes, sir.
(Military radio chatter) (Rattles dice) (Indistinct conversations) (Military radio chatter) Hey, how's the captain of Canada's finest hockey team? You ready for the big match tomorrow? Not now, Simon.
What, you've been brought down by a missing mascot? I thought you were a bigger fighter than that.
(Slams drawer) What is it about "not now" that you don't understand? Oh, sorry.
Look, uh, I've got an idea about evening the odds.
(Radio chatter continues) Okay, I bite.
(Helicopter blades whirring) (Pants) Hey.
Hi.
You missed our appointment today.
Oh.
Sorry, Bobby.
Uh We we can talk now.
You know, it- - it can wait.
Okay, well-- well, come by my office tomorrow.
I'll check my schedule.
(Indistinct conversations) (Pager beeps) (Will) Okay, okay.
No one's gonna touch you.
What happened? Grace What'd your specialist do to him? (Jet engines roaring) (Helicopter blades whirring) (Indistinct conversations) Hey.
How's it going? Yeah, good.
(Indistinct conversations continue) You wouldn't know anything about the missing Canadian mascot Would you? No, I can't say I do.
(Indistinct conversations continue) (Grunts) (Indistinct conversations continue) If you had to buy a gift for a woman in this place, where would you go? Depends on the woman.
Dr.
Gordon.
Ah, Rebecca.
(Inhales sharply) Well, um She's very handy.
She likes things like tools.
Really? Yeah.
That's good to know.
(Indistinct conversations continue) (Indistinct conversations continue) (Monitor beeping rhythmically) (Beeping continues) Hey.
Hey, little man.
Remember me? (Jet engines roaring) Trang, you're late.
Didn't think you would show.
(Man speaks indistinctly) (Max) - All right.
(Man) - Oh, man.
What's going on Oh, son of a bitch.
(Mehra) Oh, snap.
The Canadians shortened our sticks.
(Man) Hey.
(Man) We can't have that.
(Man) Have you seen this? (Man speaks indistinctly) This means war.
Guys may I make a suggestion? This is Oberstleutnant Emst Eberhardt.
He plays hockey.
I'm thinking, an unfamamiliar face on your team, - it will unsettle your opponent.
(Bobby) - No, wait a second.
I don't think it's a good idea, bringing in a ringer.
Why not? The Canadians have Glad Marin.
We flipped for Marin, and it was fair.
Listen to me, you shave off our sticks, good sportsmanship goes out the window, right? (Players) Yeah.
Hey, emst.
Welcome to the R-3-M-M-U-S-A Eagles.
Come on in.
There you go.
Get dressed.
(Man) Hi.
(Players speak indistinctly) Simon, your idea to shorten the sticks was brilliant.
Mm.
Although, it's a shame.
Max recruited some big German guy.
Uh, Emst something.
Emst Eberhardt? - Yeah.
- He's a pro.
Oh, I remember him.
I was doing a rotation last year, and he came in for a concussion.
Kept talking about hockey and how big his stick was.
Wasn't he your patient? Was he? I don't remember.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
I remember now.
Yeah.
You know, I know a guy, um, Sven Nyqvist.
He's, um, contracted with Vickerdale, like me.
Now he's into construction, that kind of thing.
But he plays a mean game of hockey.
Could you talk him into playing? Ooh.
Um yeah.
I mean, yeah, I could try.
(Marks) Very nice.
(Jet engines roaring) (Monitor beeping rhythmically) Very nice.
All right.
Now I'm gonna listen to your your heart.
Have to take this down.
Put this here like this.
Okay.
Now this is a stethoscope.
Okay? Listen to your heart.
Boop-boop.
Boop-boop.
Boop-boop.
(Laughs) Boop-boop.
Do you mind? Sorry, sir.
(Chuckles) (Inhales deeply) Little heart murmur.
All right.
I'm gonna check your lungs.
Diminished breath sounds.
Wheezing.
We have to keep Aref here under observation.
Yes, sir.
I'm worried, Will, that you might be getting too attached to the boy, and the boy attached to you.
I can assure you, sir, that will not happen.
(Monitor beeping rhythmically) (Bicycle gears clicking) (Indistinct conversations) Two ibuprofen, please.
Go ahead.
Say it.
"I told you so.
" And yet, you're still letting your interviewer talk to Husna today.
Grace, if you need to report this up your chain of command, be my guest.
I've already made my objections known.
But it's not in our hands anymore.
I've been up all night thinking, after what happened to Jawid last night, Husna's not going to open up to your interviewer, no matter how soft a touch he might have.
She could also end up extremely traumatized.
Bottom line Everyone loses.
I can't see any other way.
I do.
- They trust me.
- Mm-hmm.
I think I know how to get the information you want.
Mm-hmm.
In exchange for? There's a P.
T.
S.
D.
program in Kabul.
Those three children end up safe and protected in the Northern Kabul Program.
Full financial support.
Grace, I can't pull that kind of weight.
But you know people who can.
(Monitor beeping rhythmically) When was he last sedated? Two hours.
Oh, good.
Are you sure about this? It's the only way.
(Speaks middle eastern dialect) Jawid (Speaks middle eastern dialect) I understand.
Yes, Jawid is gonna be okay.
Husna, you know there was a man that came by here asking Jawid questions.
And that man's gonna come back and ask more if we don't get some information, so we need to know if you would be able to help us.
(Speaking middle eastern dialect) (Speaks middle eastern dialect) She doesn't know anything.
Surely you know the men who came and fired on the aid workers.
(Speaking middle eastern dialect) (Speaks middle eastern dialect) Husna! I know you have information, and you must tell us what you know.
Grace, she really doesn't know anything.
I just need you to translate what I say exactly as I say it.
(Monitor beeping rhythmically) (Speaks middle eastern dialect) (Speaks middle eastern dialect) Grace, she doesn't know anything.
If you don't tell us what you know, that man is gonna come back and make you tell us.
Say it, just as I said it.
Ali! As I said it, Ali.
(Beeping continues) (Speaking middle eastern dialect) Grace, she-- she really doesn't know anything.
Stop it.
Stop it! (Mutters) - Grace - I know you're hiding information, and I'm not gonna tolerate this! Out! I don't want a word out of you.
And stop it.
I know you've got the information, and we're gonna get it from you.
- I am not going anywhere - No! Grace, let it (Beeping continues) She knows nothing.
It's me you want.
I'm the one who called the Taliban to tell them about the aid workers.
I know where they took the other children.
We were hungry.
They promised us food.
I'll do anything you want.
Just don't hurt her.
Thank you, Jawid.
Ma'am.
Thank you.
Hey.
Hey.
I haven't seen you all day.
So you know that special ops guy Joe? He's here.
Busted in in the middle of a surgery.
I don't know, some super secret mission stuff about the aid workers from the orphanage.
Do you know anything about that? (Clears throat) Anyway, we are going to the hockey game together tomorrow, so if you happen to see a sock on the doorknob, I w Shut Rebecca, please.
I don't need to know everything going on in your head right now, all right? Just Okay.
I am just gonna stop talking and let you get on with your life.
(Jet engines roaring) (Monitor beeping rhythmically) It's a sedative.
It's gonna help you sleep.
(Beeping continues) (Indistinct conversations) Hey, Will.
You have any kids? No.
We decided not to have any.
We both have military careers.
I promised.
Crossed my heart.
Said that no one would hurt them.
(Beeping continues) Hey.
Just get some rest, okay? (Jet engines roaring) Hey, there.
Hey.
Ta-da.
Nice.
(Laughs) Ta-da.
(Gasps) Didn't have time to wrap it.
A leatherman.
It's perfect.
I love this.
Thank you.
Oh, I needed a boost today.
This is great.
Are you having a rough time? No, no.
Grace said something to me last night, and it What'd she tell you? What do you I know you know that whatever she's told you should be kept in strict confidence.
Okay, first, Grace didn't tell me anything.
Second, she'd be the last person to reveal anything confidential.
- So - Really? Yes, really.
Wait.
Is this why Grace is so upset? Did you do something? Look, I didn't do anything.
- Really? - Oh.
So that's what this is about, what I do for my job here.
Look, Rebecca, I am a soldier.
Who I am outside the wire and what I do, - that's not who I am in real life.
- No? (Jet engines roaring) Well, I guess I'm never gonna find that out as long as we're both in Kandahar.
I guess not.
Yeah.
(Helicopter blades whirring) (Cheering) (Man) Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! (Woman) - U.
S.
A.
! - U.
S.
A.
, let's go! (Man speaks indistinctly) Let's go! (Man) Okay, this is it.
Quick passes, keep focused.
Focused, guys.
(Laughs) Whew.
Hey.
Hey.
Listen, about last night You apologize.
I know.
I accept.
Quick passes! Quick passes! Everything we have on that! Everything we got on that! By the way, I blew off Joe.
Oh.
(Indistinct shouting) All right, Sven.
This is what I want you to do.
I want you to go down there and clean out the slot.
You got it? All right.
Let's go.
(Cheering) All right, let's keep this friendly in the spirit in which it was intended.
(Cheering continues) (Blows whistle) (Cheering continues) Game on! (Cheering continues) (Cheering) Where's your friend? Is he off performing unspeakable acts of counterterrorism, running into the breach, guns blazing, that kind of thing? (Players shouting indistinctly) At least he's doing something.
(Man) Down the middle! Pass it down the middle! Pass the puck! Come on! May I be blunt? Take your head out of your ass, stop acting out, and just tell her you like her.
(Man) Let's go.
Let's go! (Players shouting indistinctly) Come to the front.
Come to the front.
Come to the front.
(Indistinct shouting) (Cheering) - Aah! - Come on! (Cheering continues) (Indistinct conversations) Bring it out here, commander.
Yeah! (Man) Hey, hey, hey.
Whoa.
Whoa.
Whoa, whoa.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, relax, guys.
- Absolutely.
- It's just a game.
Hey, let go! Let go of him.
- Come on.
Easy.
(Bobby) - Oh! (Players) Oh! Ohh! (Sound distorts) (Shouting inaudibly) (Max speaks inaudibly) It's bad enough you hit a contractor, but you also hit another officer.
I mean, even within the context of competitive sport, these are both punishable offenses.
I mean, your chain of command wants to send you home.
But I can't afford to lose a T.
T.
L.
right now.
I got him to agree to let me mete out punishment Should you accept those terms.
Yes, sir.
I've already apologized to Nyqvist and to Pam, and I'd like to apologize to you as we No.
You don't get to apologize to me yet.
Now for the next two months, you're in charge of cleaning the ambulances.
I also expect you to have weekly visits with Dr.
Pedersen and go through her anger management program.
Do you accept those terms? Yes, sir.
(Ticking continues) And if I may, sir No, you may not.
(Ticking continues) You're dismissed.
(Engine rumbling) I've been authorized to tell you that the information you got out of Jawid was extremely helpful.
We found the missing children.
Lives were saved.
I hope one day she forgives me.
Well, my command pulled the necessary strings.
They'll be in Northern Kabul by tonight to start their program.
I'm not the bad guy.
No, but I wouldn't want your job.
Must be very lonely.
It is, major.
It is.
(Clatters) It's a peace offering for being an idiot.
You know, this whole bad boy thing you've got going on? You don't need it for people to like you.
Yeah.
Well, it works for your boyfriend.
(Jet engines roaring) Not my boyfriend.
(Door closes) How did you get this into my locker? Ah, if I told you, I'd have to kill you.
Mm.
(Laughs) So listen, I'm, um, I'm going to go, I'm going to change my t-shirt, and then I'm (Inhales deeply) Gonna get some food.
(Clicks tongue) Would you like to join me on the boardwalk? Sure.
Good.
Yeah.
Cool.
(A Whisper In The Noise's "As We Were" playing) What is that? This isn't (Edward) Why won't you call me? At the hospital, they said you'd gone away, but I know you wouldn't do that to me.
What the hell are you doing in here? - Uh, we we just thought - Who is this guy? - Get out.
- We just thought it was Get out! (Helicopter blades whirring) As we were as before comes to be nevermore the fool to regret to repent to forget as our hurt
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
(Panting) (Blows air) One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
(Bobby) Go, go, go.
Heads up.
Heads up.
Stay sharp, guys.
- Come on.
(Pam) - You're done, Canada! Take it.
Take it! - Yeah! (Man) - Nice shot.
- All right, Sheri! (Man) - You're so weak! - Let's go! Let's go! (Man) - Nice! (Exhales and grunts) One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Okay.
You're okay.
You're okay.
Check that belly wound.
(Grunts and groans) Sir, convoy came across an orphanage.
Picked up casualties Three or four children with trauma, two aid workers with gunshot wounds.
Field medic is working on 'em en route.
Coming in hot, sir.
Put out the call.
I want the maulvi, the terps, - and get Pedersen to help with the kids.
- Yes, sir.
(Man) Go, go, go, go, go! (Man) - Keep it together.
Keep it together.
- Learn to skate, man.
- Rock 'n' roll now.
Oh, who's that? - Yeah.
6 to 1, royal.
I'm just saying.
- Get outta here.
- I'm just sayin'.
Three.
Sarge! Four.
Five.
Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah! You got it? (Groans) It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
This is all you got, Canada? This is all you got? Isn't this supposed to be your national sport? (Man) This is how you lost last year.
We're playing hockey.
We're not golfing, okay? This isn't putting practice.
(Man) This is who you guys picked (Speaks indistinctly) - Fore! - Terrible.
(Indistinct conversations, helicopter blades whirring) Wow.
Mmm.
Rebecca, who knocked you up? (Mouth full) I have been given the honor of guarding Brigette Beaver, the Kandahar Beavers' mascot.
That's the one that got stolen last year, wasn't it? (Mutters) And the Canadian hockey team lost 6 to 1.
Yes, this is her.
(Pagers beeping) (Will) 9-1-1.
Let's go! (Additional pagers beep) (Marks) Get the bays ready! Prep the O.
R.
! (Man) - Jump, people.
(Pam) - Move.
Move! Get inside! Kelly will brief you! (Will) Yes, sir.
We're on it! Come on.
Let's go.
(Man moaning and shouting) Move it! Move it! (Grunting) Sergeant Yolanda Cullerne, sir.
Medic with bravo company, We've got an injured man, four children, two injured.
They're British aid workers.
Aah! - The children are in shock, sir.
- All right.
Careful, come on.
I thought you said there were two men.
The other one didn't make it, sir.
Got gunshot wounds, abdomen and leg.
Pressure bandage on the belly, tournie on the leg.
Started an I.
V.
(Metal detector whines) Lollipop at the scene.
B.
P.
90 over 60.
(Man groans) Pri-1 Bravo, bay 2! What's the status of the orphans? (Yolanda) The older boy has gunshot wounds, sir.
The kids are severely dehydrated and malnourished.
(Grace) Well done, private.
I'll take it from here.
Yes, ma'am.
(Grunts) It's all right.
(Indistinct conversations) Dr.
Pedersen Vans.
I'm a doctor.
My name's Grace.
What's your name? (Vans speaks middle eastern dialect) Grace.
Colonel, I got it.
This is a hospital.
We're trying to help you.
(Vans speaks middle eastern dialect) (Clicking buckles) I have no gun No weapon.
I just please.
I just want to check out your friends.
That's all I want to do.
No, stay away! Y-you speak English? Good.
Severe blood loss.
I need a gurney! The aide worker's got a shattered femur.
Internal bleeding.
Do we have an O.
R.
? O.
R.
2 is prepped and ready.
Bobby, you want to assist? Love to.
Let's go.
Uh, what's with the Mascot duty, and don't even think of stealing it.
(Will) Bay 1! (Pam) Juvenile male, gunshot wounds, right arm and leg.
Loss of blood, needs O-2, I.
V.
s, a unit of O neg, x-rays, and a set of vitals.
Colonel.
(Helicopter blades whirring) (Groans and screams) Easy.
I got you, tough guy.
I got you.
Altered level of consciousness.
- Aggressive with bouts of syncope.
- Aah! (Door rattles) Will.
You need help, sir? - Get me a set of vitals.
- Aref? Let's get two I.
V.
s in him.
Get him stabilized.
Seriously infected wound, left arm.
I promise them, I won't let anything happen to hurt them or their friend what did you say his name was? - Jawid.
- Jawid.
Uh, Dr.
Pedersen (Speaks middle eastern dialect) Cross my heart, hope to die.
(Speaks middle eastern dialect) Colonel, sir.
Impending call from R.
C.
South.
It's urgent, sir.
All right.
Let's culture his wound and then start him on a gram of cefazolin.
- Yes, sir.
- All right? (Jet engines roaring) (Indistinct conversations) Okay, so how's Marin supposed to be this great hockey player- I know, right? He's not even as tall as the hockey stick.
Oh, what's up, Marin? Hey, Marin.
Just messin' with you.
Overcompensating, Bobby? Ready? Hey.
I didn't expect to find you here.
I need to question the patient you just brought in.
John Smith.
I assume there's no phone call.
Actually, there will be one coming from your chain of command in a few minutes.
You going to tell me who this guy is? You know I can't do that.
Sorry to interrupt, doctors.
(Monitor beeping rhythmically) Is the patient still conscious? So far.
All right.
I need everyone to clear out.
But, sir Just do as I say.
Now.
Now! Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
(Beeping continues) Thank you, major.
You got five minutes.
I guess it's, uh, useless to ask what's going on? Just tell him to come to my office after he's done.
Oh, and by the way (Monitor beeping rhythmically) The Canadians are gonna give you Americans a pasting tomorrow.
- Come on, colonel.
You're better than that.
- Give me a break.
(Marks chuckles) (Jet engines roar) (Door hinge squeaks) Oh, Will.
Uh, Kelly's arranged special transport for John Smith as soon as he's stable, so let your staff know.
- Yes, sir.
- All right.
- Ah, there you are.
- Hey, thank you.
Sir, I want to try to keep all the children together with Jawid in I.
C.
U.
/recovery instead of the main ward.
All right.
Well, good, 'cause tomorrow, CIMIC will come and arrange a placement for them.
Locally? I mean, if the local Taliban find out that the kids came here, they could be targeted.
(Sighs) (Speaks inaudibly) Something's wrong.
(Max) Oh, let's get in.
Get in.
Get in.
Come on.
(Bobby) He's coding.
Crash cart, please.
(Marin) We've got v-fib.
Rebecca, start the compressions.
Ezrin, let's hang, uh, two units O neg.
I think it's hypovolemia.
(Rebecca speaking indistinctly) Marin, you're on the airway.
Good.
I'm gonna Okay, I got it, Bobby.
It's good.
All right.
(Rebecca) Two and three and four All right, stop C.
P.
R.
Check his pulse.
I'm charging to 200.
(Rebecca) No pulse.
(Max) Okay, clear.
Everyone, clear.
(Defibrillator whines) Okay.
(Paddles thunk) (Monitor emitting continuous tone) All right.
Let's try this again.
Charging to 300.
Clear.
(Defibrillator whines) (Paddles thunk, monitor beeps rhythmically) (Max) - Normal sinus rhythm.
- B.
P.
Is 90 over 50.
(Claps hands) That my friends, is how you run a code, huh? (Rebecca) All right, let's get him stabilized before we continue with the operation.
Give him pressors.
I want his B.
P.
to where I'm comfortable.
Rebecca, we're good? Yes, we'll hold surgery till his vitals settle.
Was it worth it? I mean, did you get the information that you needed? (Indistinct conversations) (Jet engines roaring) Hey, man.
I, uh, I asked around, and no other doctors would take over a code like that.
Are you kidding me? You're so insecure, you need an apology? Okay, then.
I'm sorry, all right? Are we done? Actually, we're not done, man.
Look, it wasn't cool, and I want an explanation Look, grow up.
(Grunts) (Pants) Smith doesn't know anything.
They were attacked as soon as they arrived.
We have to find out what happened, how the mission was blown, who attacked 'em, where the owner of the orphanage went, and who took the other children.
Are you suggesting we interrogate emotionally traumatized kids? I know.
I know.
But there are other lives at stake, and time's running out.
As much as I hate it, we've got to question those kids.
(Pam) Hockey, hmm? Mm-hmm.
(Scoffs) And those little pieces of wood in the wound, like you punched a wall? You know what? I got it, okay? You didn't have to bring out the whole tray.
You can't bandage your own hand.
Don't worry.
I won't tell anyone.
This place can get to you sometimes.
I'm not going to interrogate those children.
It's against my medical and personal ethics.
Doctor, the two men brought in with the orphans were S.
A.
S.
agents posing as aid workers.
We think the orphanage was being used by the Taliban to recruit children and in essence use them as weapons of war.
Those two agents went in there to rescue two dozen children at that orphanage.
But found it virtually empty and an ambush waiting for them.
Are you telling me John Smith is an agent? Listen, we're not asking you to interrogate them.
Just talk to them, see if they volunteer any information that might be helpful.
It could save lives.
What happened to the rest of the children? Well, that's one of the things we want to find out.
Look, if anybody can get the information we need without hurting those children, well, that's you.
Will you help us, major? (Jet engines roaring) (Ford) She really said that? Yep.
(Laughs) No way.
Yeah.
Hey, Simon.
How's it going, doc? Oh, ho-ho! CD? DVD, huh? Fan mail from some flounder? This is not for your innocent eyes.
- It's porn.
- Porn.
So just so you know, I've made a bet that the Americans will hand the Canadians their asses.
Now the odds are against you, so I stand to make a lot of money when you do, so you will win.
So you will win.
You will win.
They're pretty damn good.
You may want to hedge your bets, doc.
Oh, seriously, guys? You think last year's win was a fluke? - Ah yeah.
- Yeah.
You know, your brethren from the great white north you need something to undermine their confidence.
So, okay, if we pull this off, what do we owe you? Nothing.
I'm doing this for the love of the game.
I didn't know you liked hockey.
- I don't.
- Huh? One must keep the mind occupied.
(Mehra) Just, uh, tell us how this works.
And the beaver is ours.
(Rebecca) Damn it! Grace.
Hey someththing happened with Max, and I just gotta wrap my he around.
You got a minute? Uh, now's not good time.
Can we set set something up later? - Uh, 17:00? - 17:00.
I'll be there.
- Thank you, Bobby.
- Thanks.
- Bobby.
Bobby.
- Hey.
Bobby, Bobby, okay, so listen, so- -so Someone from the American team just stole Brigette the mascot from me, and I gotta find out who did this or I'm totally screwed, because Colonel Marks is gonna put me on, like, ambulance duty - for the rest of my rotation if - Hold on.
If I don't find the stupid beaver.
Don't freak out.
Calm down.
Okay.
Let's think of this logically.
Now Yeah.
Who was around? Pam.
Mm.
Yeah.
No, she was dealing with a patient.
Max? Yeah.
Max.
I totally believe he'd take it.
You think so? Absolutely.
All right.
Well- oh, ixnay on the eaver-bay.
- What does that mean? - Shh.
Doctors.
Hey, colonel.
Where's Brigette? Oh, she's in a safe place, sir.
You know, doing surgery and all, just Sir.
(Rustles paper) (Marks) Hey, it's brigette.
Excuse me, officers.
It seems the Americans have her, sir.
Do you know anything about this, major? (Military radio chatter) (Monitor beeping rhythmically) Brother, you must eat.
How do I know it's not poisoned? Does it not say in the Koran (Speaking middle eastern dialect) It is our duty to feed you and show you mercy.
(Monitor beeping rhythmically) (Speaks middle eastern dialect) The Koran has something for every occasion.
(Beeping continues) Can you translate? (Clears throat) Husna the man you came in with who- - who was shot, he told us that he went to the orphanage to help you and and some other children.
Is that so? (Speaks middle eastern dialect) I mean, were there other children before he came? (Speaks middle eastern dialect) Husna - (Speaks middle eastern dialect) (Beeping continues) It's all right, Husna.
Please.
(Beeping continues) (Speaks middle etetern dialect) She said they all left.
Where did they go? (Speaks middle eastern dialect) (Speaking middle eastern dialect) (Continues speaking middle eastern dialect) She said the aid workers first came two weeks ago.
They fought with the owners, then left.
Then the owners got frightened, and they took the children and they left.
But they said they'd come back for them.
They never did.
These kids have been alone for two weeks.
So wait.
The aid workers were there before? They didn't just arrive today? (Speaks middle eastern dialect) Oh, sweetheart.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, darling.
(Speaks middle eastern dialect) (Jet engines roaring) (Indistinct conversations) The men you brought in, the S.
A.
S.
agents, they hadn't just gone to the orphanage today.
They'd been there before, argued with the owners, and left, after which, the owner split, taking as many children as his truck could handle.
Doesn't sound like a rescue mission to me.
I understand your confusion Oh, no, no, I'm not confused.
If these men were using the orphanage as some sort of base for operations, then they were intentionally putting these children in harm's way.
Dr.
Pedersen, I really can't explain why the child told you the S.
A.
S.
agents had been there two weeks ago.
I'm m gonna have to take this information and run it up my chain of command.
Good.
Those children have been through enough.
(Jet engines roaring) Tell me the S.
A.
S.
weren't setting up operations in the orphanage.
Look, all I can tell you is that a month ago, that British intelligence got wind of a Taliban plot that was to start two days from now, using orphans as suicide bombers.
So you did know it? I gotta find these missing children and figure out how the operation was compromised.
I'm bringing in a specialist that's gonna question these kids.
General, I know it's a sensitive mission, but these are children we're talking about.
Right (Will) Here's the duty roster for next week.
Thank you.
Uh, how's Aref? Not good.
Blood cultures came back.
Staff infection, but he's fighting.
Good, because the American Civil Affairs Agency wants to take the kids tomorrow and hook 'em up with an aid agency that can take them in.
Do you think he's gonna be ready to move? No, I don't think that Only emergencies, Graham.
- Yes, sir.
- Hey.
Look, I'm just asking you to give us a little taste, man.
You know, show us the goods, man.
You know what I'm talking about the p-o-r-n, man.
Everyone within earshot can spell.
Look, England's supposed to be more socialist, which means, those who have a lot to give Or lend To those who don't.
Look, I promise, we'll return the DVDs clean.
(Scoffs) Actually, England is more of a monarchy, which means, the king takes all and answers to none.
Too bad about the mascot.
Guess we'll just have to give you a beating like last year, huh? Really? We'll see.
We'll see about that.
(Laughs) Ali, do you got a sec? Sure.
Did you find out why Aref was at the orphanage? Husna told us that, um, Aref's Uncle came to drop him off a few weeks ago.
(Scoffs) He went to Quetta to find work and said he would come back, take Aref with him, but he never showed up.
I can try to find the Uncle and let him know that his nephew is sick if you like.
Yeah, what I'd like to do is wring his neck.
You know that it's against our policy here to wring an Afghan national's neck, right? (Chuckles) Well, I'm gonna go try to find the Uncle.
Maybe he was detained.
Or if he can't take care of Aref, then maybe he can tell us of some more family members who can.
All right.
Thanks, Ali.
No problem.
He shoots.
He scores.
(Imitates crowd cheering) You're still gonna lose.
(Man) Girl, you need some lovin' Your patient doing okay? Uh Yeah, he's gonna pull through.
You upset about what happened in the O.
R.
? No.
It's, um No.
It's not you.
It's It's ridiculous, really (Chuckles) I, um, I was entrusted with the Canadian hockey team's mascot.
And I let someone steal her.
Now Oh, losing the team mascot.
You should be court-martialed, at least.
Me? You're the one who busted in in the middle of an operation that I was doing.
And nearly killed your patient.
Yes, which I'm sure you had a very good reason for doing.
I did.
(Jet engines roaring) There's a hockey game tomorrow, and I thought that if you were here, maybe you want to go? I like hockey.
With me.
Go with me.
I kinda figured that.
I would very much like to go with you.
Good.
Then it's a date.
Or not.
No it doesn't have to (Jet engines roaring) So I spoke with Tarzi, who has a connection in the Afghan government, and they might be able to pull some strings to get those kids into the Northern Kabul Program.
What are we doing here? Grace, I got a call from my chain of command with an order to allow an interviewer to come speak with the children.
- A what? - This person, I'm assured, is a specialist.
Knows how to work with children.
Wait.
You're having those kids questioned further? (Sighs) You're doing it now.
Listen, I hate this as much as you do.
Now Don't.
Don't give me the "this is war, Grace" speech.
Well, if what they share identifies that others are in danger, then it's unethical not to do it.
That the line they used on you? (Door bangs) I've talked with the children for two hours.
In my opinion, they know something.
Jawid's showing all the signs of withholding.
Defensiveness, anxiety, hypervigilance.
Those are also signs of trauma and post-traumatic stress.
Colonel, I know my job.
Mm-hmm.
I'd like to try again tomorrow.
I'm not comfortable with it.
You've got to see the greater picture here.
Is the picture big enough to excuse traumatizing innocent children? Are you so sure the oldest one is innocent? (Sighs) (Clatters) (Knocks on door) Sir.
It's about Aref.
I don't think he's in any shape to be transferred to another facility.
Four weeks with a raging infection, it's a miracle that he's alive.
His immune system is shot, he's malnourished, he's emotionally traumatized I'll examine tomorrow.
And if he's strong enough, he goes.
(Dice clatter) Yes, sir.
(Military radio chatter) (Rattles dice) (Indistinct conversations) (Military radio chatter) Hey, how's the captain of Canada's finest hockey team? You ready for the big match tomorrow? Not now, Simon.
What, you've been brought down by a missing mascot? I thought you were a bigger fighter than that.
(Slams drawer) What is it about "not now" that you don't understand? Oh, sorry.
Look, uh, I've got an idea about evening the odds.
(Radio chatter continues) Okay, I bite.
(Helicopter blades whirring) (Pants) Hey.
Hi.
You missed our appointment today.
Oh.
Sorry, Bobby.
Uh We we can talk now.
You know, it- - it can wait.
Okay, well-- well, come by my office tomorrow.
I'll check my schedule.
(Indistinct conversations) (Pager beeps) (Will) Okay, okay.
No one's gonna touch you.
What happened? Grace What'd your specialist do to him? (Jet engines roaring) (Helicopter blades whirring) (Indistinct conversations) Hey.
How's it going? Yeah, good.
(Indistinct conversations continue) You wouldn't know anything about the missing Canadian mascot Would you? No, I can't say I do.
(Indistinct conversations continue) (Grunts) (Indistinct conversations continue) If you had to buy a gift for a woman in this place, where would you go? Depends on the woman.
Dr.
Gordon.
Ah, Rebecca.
(Inhales sharply) Well, um She's very handy.
She likes things like tools.
Really? Yeah.
That's good to know.
(Indistinct conversations continue) (Indistinct conversations continue) (Monitor beeping rhythmically) (Beeping continues) Hey.
Hey, little man.
Remember me? (Jet engines roaring) Trang, you're late.
Didn't think you would show.
(Man speaks indistinctly) (Max) - All right.
(Man) - Oh, man.
What's going on Oh, son of a bitch.
(Mehra) Oh, snap.
The Canadians shortened our sticks.
(Man) Hey.
(Man) We can't have that.
(Man) Have you seen this? (Man speaks indistinctly) This means war.
Guys may I make a suggestion? This is Oberstleutnant Emst Eberhardt.
He plays hockey.
I'm thinking, an unfamamiliar face on your team, - it will unsettle your opponent.
(Bobby) - No, wait a second.
I don't think it's a good idea, bringing in a ringer.
Why not? The Canadians have Glad Marin.
We flipped for Marin, and it was fair.
Listen to me, you shave off our sticks, good sportsmanship goes out the window, right? (Players) Yeah.
Hey, emst.
Welcome to the R-3-M-M-U-S-A Eagles.
Come on in.
There you go.
Get dressed.
(Man) Hi.
(Players speak indistinctly) Simon, your idea to shorten the sticks was brilliant.
Mm.
Although, it's a shame.
Max recruited some big German guy.
Uh, Emst something.
Emst Eberhardt? - Yeah.
- He's a pro.
Oh, I remember him.
I was doing a rotation last year, and he came in for a concussion.
Kept talking about hockey and how big his stick was.
Wasn't he your patient? Was he? I don't remember.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
I remember now.
Yeah.
You know, I know a guy, um, Sven Nyqvist.
He's, um, contracted with Vickerdale, like me.
Now he's into construction, that kind of thing.
But he plays a mean game of hockey.
Could you talk him into playing? Ooh.
Um yeah.
I mean, yeah, I could try.
(Marks) Very nice.
(Jet engines roaring) (Monitor beeping rhythmically) Very nice.
All right.
Now I'm gonna listen to your your heart.
Have to take this down.
Put this here like this.
Okay.
Now this is a stethoscope.
Okay? Listen to your heart.
Boop-boop.
Boop-boop.
Boop-boop.
(Laughs) Boop-boop.
Do you mind? Sorry, sir.
(Chuckles) (Inhales deeply) Little heart murmur.
All right.
I'm gonna check your lungs.
Diminished breath sounds.
Wheezing.
We have to keep Aref here under observation.
Yes, sir.
I'm worried, Will, that you might be getting too attached to the boy, and the boy attached to you.
I can assure you, sir, that will not happen.
(Monitor beeping rhythmically) (Bicycle gears clicking) (Indistinct conversations) Two ibuprofen, please.
Go ahead.
Say it.
"I told you so.
" And yet, you're still letting your interviewer talk to Husna today.
Grace, if you need to report this up your chain of command, be my guest.
I've already made my objections known.
But it's not in our hands anymore.
I've been up all night thinking, after what happened to Jawid last night, Husna's not going to open up to your interviewer, no matter how soft a touch he might have.
She could also end up extremely traumatized.
Bottom line Everyone loses.
I can't see any other way.
I do.
- They trust me.
- Mm-hmm.
I think I know how to get the information you want.
Mm-hmm.
In exchange for? There's a P.
T.
S.
D.
program in Kabul.
Those three children end up safe and protected in the Northern Kabul Program.
Full financial support.
Grace, I can't pull that kind of weight.
But you know people who can.
(Monitor beeping rhythmically) When was he last sedated? Two hours.
Oh, good.
Are you sure about this? It's the only way.
(Speaks middle eastern dialect) Jawid (Speaks middle eastern dialect) I understand.
Yes, Jawid is gonna be okay.
Husna, you know there was a man that came by here asking Jawid questions.
And that man's gonna come back and ask more if we don't get some information, so we need to know if you would be able to help us.
(Speaking middle eastern dialect) (Speaks middle eastern dialect) She doesn't know anything.
Surely you know the men who came and fired on the aid workers.
(Speaking middle eastern dialect) (Speaks middle eastern dialect) Husna! I know you have information, and you must tell us what you know.
Grace, she really doesn't know anything.
I just need you to translate what I say exactly as I say it.
(Monitor beeping rhythmically) (Speaks middle eastern dialect) (Speaks middle eastern dialect) Grace, she doesn't know anything.
If you don't tell us what you know, that man is gonna come back and make you tell us.
Say it, just as I said it.
Ali! As I said it, Ali.
(Beeping continues) (Speaking middle eastern dialect) Grace, she-- she really doesn't know anything.
Stop it.
Stop it! (Mutters) - Grace - I know you're hiding information, and I'm not gonna tolerate this! Out! I don't want a word out of you.
And stop it.
I know you've got the information, and we're gonna get it from you.
- I am not going anywhere - No! Grace, let it (Beeping continues) She knows nothing.
It's me you want.
I'm the one who called the Taliban to tell them about the aid workers.
I know where they took the other children.
We were hungry.
They promised us food.
I'll do anything you want.
Just don't hurt her.
Thank you, Jawid.
Ma'am.
Thank you.
Hey.
Hey.
I haven't seen you all day.
So you know that special ops guy Joe? He's here.
Busted in in the middle of a surgery.
I don't know, some super secret mission stuff about the aid workers from the orphanage.
Do you know anything about that? (Clears throat) Anyway, we are going to the hockey game together tomorrow, so if you happen to see a sock on the doorknob, I w Shut Rebecca, please.
I don't need to know everything going on in your head right now, all right? Just Okay.
I am just gonna stop talking and let you get on with your life.
(Jet engines roaring) (Monitor beeping rhythmically) It's a sedative.
It's gonna help you sleep.
(Beeping continues) (Indistinct conversations) Hey, Will.
You have any kids? No.
We decided not to have any.
We both have military careers.
I promised.
Crossed my heart.
Said that no one would hurt them.
(Beeping continues) Hey.
Just get some rest, okay? (Jet engines roaring) Hey, there.
Hey.
Ta-da.
Nice.
(Laughs) Ta-da.
(Gasps) Didn't have time to wrap it.
A leatherman.
It's perfect.
I love this.
Thank you.
Oh, I needed a boost today.
This is great.
Are you having a rough time? No, no.
Grace said something to me last night, and it What'd she tell you? What do you I know you know that whatever she's told you should be kept in strict confidence.
Okay, first, Grace didn't tell me anything.
Second, she'd be the last person to reveal anything confidential.
- So - Really? Yes, really.
Wait.
Is this why Grace is so upset? Did you do something? Look, I didn't do anything.
- Really? - Oh.
So that's what this is about, what I do for my job here.
Look, Rebecca, I am a soldier.
Who I am outside the wire and what I do, - that's not who I am in real life.
- No? (Jet engines roaring) Well, I guess I'm never gonna find that out as long as we're both in Kandahar.
I guess not.
Yeah.
(Helicopter blades whirring) (Cheering) (Man) Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! (Woman) - U.
S.
A.
! - U.
S.
A.
, let's go! (Man speaks indistinctly) Let's go! (Man) Okay, this is it.
Quick passes, keep focused.
Focused, guys.
(Laughs) Whew.
Hey.
Hey.
Listen, about last night You apologize.
I know.
I accept.
Quick passes! Quick passes! Everything we have on that! Everything we got on that! By the way, I blew off Joe.
Oh.
(Indistinct shouting) All right, Sven.
This is what I want you to do.
I want you to go down there and clean out the slot.
You got it? All right.
Let's go.
(Cheering) All right, let's keep this friendly in the spirit in which it was intended.
(Cheering continues) (Blows whistle) (Cheering continues) Game on! (Cheering continues) (Cheering) Where's your friend? Is he off performing unspeakable acts of counterterrorism, running into the breach, guns blazing, that kind of thing? (Players shouting indistinctly) At least he's doing something.
(Man) Down the middle! Pass it down the middle! Pass the puck! Come on! May I be blunt? Take your head out of your ass, stop acting out, and just tell her you like her.
(Man) Let's go.
Let's go! (Players shouting indistinctly) Come to the front.
Come to the front.
Come to the front.
(Indistinct shouting) (Cheering) - Aah! - Come on! (Cheering continues) (Indistinct conversations) Bring it out here, commander.
Yeah! (Man) Hey, hey, hey.
Whoa.
Whoa.
Whoa, whoa.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, relax, guys.
- Absolutely.
- It's just a game.
Hey, let go! Let go of him.
- Come on.
Easy.
(Bobby) - Oh! (Players) Oh! Ohh! (Sound distorts) (Shouting inaudibly) (Max speaks inaudibly) It's bad enough you hit a contractor, but you also hit another officer.
I mean, even within the context of competitive sport, these are both punishable offenses.
I mean, your chain of command wants to send you home.
But I can't afford to lose a T.
T.
L.
right now.
I got him to agree to let me mete out punishment Should you accept those terms.
Yes, sir.
I've already apologized to Nyqvist and to Pam, and I'd like to apologize to you as we No.
You don't get to apologize to me yet.
Now for the next two months, you're in charge of cleaning the ambulances.
I also expect you to have weekly visits with Dr.
Pedersen and go through her anger management program.
Do you accept those terms? Yes, sir.
(Ticking continues) And if I may, sir No, you may not.
(Ticking continues) You're dismissed.
(Engine rumbling) I've been authorized to tell you that the information you got out of Jawid was extremely helpful.
We found the missing children.
Lives were saved.
I hope one day she forgives me.
Well, my command pulled the necessary strings.
They'll be in Northern Kabul by tonight to start their program.
I'm not the bad guy.
No, but I wouldn't want your job.
Must be very lonely.
It is, major.
It is.
(Clatters) It's a peace offering for being an idiot.
You know, this whole bad boy thing you've got going on? You don't need it for people to like you.
Yeah.
Well, it works for your boyfriend.
(Jet engines roaring) Not my boyfriend.
(Door closes) How did you get this into my locker? Ah, if I told you, I'd have to kill you.
Mm.
(Laughs) So listen, I'm, um, I'm going to go, I'm going to change my t-shirt, and then I'm (Inhales deeply) Gonna get some food.
(Clicks tongue) Would you like to join me on the boardwalk? Sure.
Good.
Yeah.
Cool.
(A Whisper In The Noise's "As We Were" playing) What is that? This isn't (Edward) Why won't you call me? At the hospital, they said you'd gone away, but I know you wouldn't do that to me.
What the hell are you doing in here? - Uh, we we just thought - Who is this guy? - Get out.
- We just thought it was Get out! (Helicopter blades whirring) As we were as before comes to be nevermore the fool to regret to repent to forget as our hurt