- He's just guarding it.
- Guarding the damn pillow?
- He's marking his territory.
- I'll mark his territory.
Get your ass off my bed, Fido!
Fido, Fido, Fido, Fido, here!
- He ain't no bad dog.
- He tried to eat me.
Out to lunch, man. Out there!
Staffing chart looks fine,
but who's this Dr Slattery?
He's running the emergency room.
Worked for me at Woodhurst.
This'll be a tough weekend.
Let's see how you do.
Now...
Didn't Maggie have a point
about those extra nurses?
A good administrator doesn't take their
staff's point of view. You know that?
Well, yes, of course.
Yeah.
No luck with the walkie-talkies.
Let's send them back.
To Pic 'n' Save?
Trouble in Psychiatric. Lennihan's
got them climbing the walls again.
I'll be right up.
- I'll take care of it.
- Relax. I'll deal with it on my way out.
- And I'll see you Monday morning.
- Have a nice weekend.
Dr Slattery was gonna stop by before
he started. Must've got caught in traffic.
Rachel, run this hospital.
Bite him!
Break it up in here. Calm down.
It's a territorial dispute.
The big dog took the little dog's toy.
Lennihan, is that the best you can do?
After what you pulled on that judge,
I was hoping for more entertainment.
Hoffman already sent me her evaluation.
You're off to jail in the morning.
Don't try peeing on my leg.
That won't change my mind.
Give him a locked private room,
so he doesn't disturb the real patients.
Oh, shit.
Leave him alone. He'll die in prison.
They're going to kill him.
Box, take it easy. Just calm down.
This is none of your business.
Get back to bed.
Make me.
You're going to make him go to prison.
You going to make me go to bed,
motherfucker? Is that it?
You ain't gonna make me do nothing.
You ain't gonna make nobody
do nothing, motherfucker!
- 'Cause we're on strike.
- Yeah.
We're on strike! We're on strike!
Excuse me. Excuse me!
I am touched by your concern
for Mr Lennihan,
but unless you return to your bunks,
I'll shut this ward
and transfer you all
to a prison for the criminally insane.
- Not Dannemora?
- Exactly.
They'll eat these fruits alive there.
You heard Mr Box, so everyone who
wants to stay here, return to your bunks.
- No. Nobody move.
- Don't!
Nobody has to go anywhere.
Box, don't make it bad for yourself.
It's gonna be all right.
I fucked up.
I'm going to penitentiary. It's OK.
No, fuck that. You ain't going nowhere.
Nobody is going nowhere.
- What are you trying to pull?
- Lights! What happened?
- He's shutting down the ward!
- Man, you'll all die!
- Come on.
- We've got to stop this.
- You don't leave, you're dead tomorrow.
- Shit's on now!
- Come on.
- Let's raid the pharmacy.
- They've got nurses with big tits.
- They're taking Lennihan away.
We can't let these guys
loose in the hospital.
The city's partially blacked out.
Our grid is wiped out.
Great. No power on the island.
Nowhere to go but up.
Give me a light.
There's the emergency generator
on schedule.
That generator
only puts out half the power.
A lot of the hospital still has no juice.
Dr Randy...
- Tommy Pinto fell off the roof.
- Why was he up there in a hurricane?
- Chambers sent him up. Where is he?
- Gone for the weekend.
- What do you need?
- What happened?
- I fell off the roof.
- Move your legs? Your neck?
- Yeah.
- Get him a lateral c-spine.
Call my wife, will you?
Where's our ER doc?
I can't do this diagnosis by myself.
How do I get hold of you?
I need some more picks.
You think I'm gonna give you a
forwarding address? I'm outta here.
Go to Chambers' office,
pick up your files.
- Upstairs. Make a right.
- Right. Chambers.
Don't forget about the OR.
- Chambers' lab!
- It's got its own generator.
Chambers spared no expense.
That's why...
- Anything else you need?
- Bring back the girls you sent home.
- Oh, shit!
- Get me some flashlights.
- There's no oxygen pumping.
- Where are the OІ tanks?
Just go over there. Where's Doris?