Emergency Hospital (1956) - full transcript
About the lives and loves of the staff of an emergency hospital as reflected in a single frenetic night of business-as-usual.
Emergency Hospital,
may I help you?
How long ago?
What's her name?
Address?
Is this a house
or an apartment?
And your name,
please?
Yes, right away.
[repeated buzzing]
Attempted suicide.
[switchboard ringing]
Emergency Hospital,
may I help you?
[engine revving]
[siren blaring]
[tires screeching]
[horns honking]
[siren blaring]
[engine roaring]
[siren blaring]
Are you okay
back there?
Yeah,
what happened?
Some guy just tried
to cut us off!
[engine roaring]
What are
ya mad about?
One minute to eight, told you
we would make it on time.
I'm surprised
you made it at all.
Next time, we won't
beat the ambulance,
we'll be in it!
Don't worry about it,
one of the doctor's is
a friend of mine.
For you information,
the ambulance
had the right of way.
You would've flown out of
the car if I hit the brakes!
You were
doing 80!
Practically
crawling.
You should see this
baby on the freeway
when I really
open 'er up!
Thanks--
I've seen it.
[siren approaching]
Hey-- Is that a
way to say good night?
[siren winding down]
Good evening,
Jack.Dr. Carey.
Will.Dr. Carey.
What ya
bring in?
Sleeping beauty.
Looks young.
18, married
and pregnant.
Here we go again!
Yes, Dr. Ellis, I found
this next to her bed.
Norma, check this
prescription, will ya please?
Yes, Doctor.
Fran, would you check the
pharmacy for this prescription?
Be glad to.
That from the
girl just brought in?Oh, yes, yes it is.
Will you call her apartment
every fifteen minutes or so,
Fran, until you contact
her husband?
All right,
Sergeant.
Oh, it's a fine time to
be starting work isn't it?
Well, respectable women
are home with their kids
at this hour of night.
Oh, you call
yourself respectable?
I wouldn't trust any man
who carries a revolver
even if he
does wear a badge!
Well, that was your big
mistake, not trusting a man.
Yep!
You coulda settled down and
made somebody real unhappy.Oh.
[man calling]
Miss Mullen?
You know what she gave
Jimmy for his birthday?
I'm all ears.
A movie camera, projector
screen, the whole works.
She's gonna spoil
that boy of mine.
What's a
Godmother for?
Heart trouble,
Sylvia?
Coronary thrombosis, I
know all the signs.
Pains down my left arm,
tightening of the chest,
and my breath
comes short.
Oh, wait
a minute!
Didn't you tell me a
couple a days ago
that you had an
electrocardiogram?
Oh, yes.
It's not
my heart.
[coughing]
It's my lungs!
Well, maybe it's a little
cough from the night air.
A little cough?
The least it could
be is tuberculosis.
Yes.
I wouldn't be surprised
if this means
spending the rest of
my life in a sanitarium.
What about those chest x-rays
you had taken last week?
Oh, that's right.
It couldn't be
tuberculosis,
unless the technician
got my x-rays mixed up
with somebody else's.
Here, Sylvia?
[woman over P.A.]
Dr. Ellis, telephone.Oh, Doctor, have
I got something bad?
Well, um, it a, it could be an
inflammation of the pleura.
Pleurisy!
Everybody gets that!
And besides, I've already been
on octon-cortisone.
It's right here, Doctor...
Well, how did
you hurt it, Sylvia?
I was reaching for a
bottle of... fruit juice.
Well, you must've
pulled a muscle.
Oh, a pulled muscle.
Myositis.
Myositis?
Right that on
my chart, Mitzi.
Myositis.
I knew I had
something bad!
Well, we'll make it better,
that's what we're here for,
isn't it?Yes.
Uh, give Sylvia the,
um, thiabaxomiacin pills.
Now you take good care of
yourself, Sylvia.
Thanks, Doctor!
You're the best!
Myositis...
Thiabaxomiacin...
Over there.
Your name?
Earl Fanmorn.
Address?
521 South Maple Drive.
Age?18.
Male.
Are you married
or single?
Holy smokes, Lady!
My head's cut 'n you
wanna know my life history!
Look--
None of your sass!
Are you
the boy's father?
Unfortunately!
Are you single,
Earl?
Yes.
And,
your occupation?
I'm a college
professor!
I told you none
of your sass!
Never mind.
Come on.
We'll take
a look at that head.
Do you mind waiting
out here?
I certainly do!
After you're finished,
the police get 'm!
Take his coat,
will you?
Get up
on the table.
Oh-- That's
a mean cut!
What happened?
Nothing.
[father]
Ha, he calls breaking into
a store and stealing, nothing!
Well, you just rest
right there.
I'll get the doctor.
Hello, Norma.
Oh, thank you.
[switchboard ringing]
Emergency Hospital,
may I help you?
Your husband has
arthritis of the stomach
and needs an
epidemic?
I'm sorry, but we
only give emergencies.
Call your own doctor, or
the city health department
in the morning.
Got a buster in two with
a hole in his head,
and his father
who could use one.
Send the Hospital Detail
will you?
Here's the information
on that prescription.
Thank you.
[over P.A.]
Hospital Detail.
Hospital Detail.
Room two please.
Hospital Detail.
Hospital Detail--
Room two please.
Yes, Norma?
Barbiturate, grain
and a half.
How many?
18 when she got
the prescription,
and that was about six
weeks ago, Dr. Ellis.
Five cc's
of Benzedrine.
That oughtta wake
her up.
Mitzi, want me to
help you wash her out?
If you're
not busy.
Well, first I'll take
a look next door.
[Janet]
Don't worry, son,
this won't hurt you.
Suture setup
please.
I want a
doctor for this.
You've got one.Who are you
trying to kid?
Nobody, son.Lie back.
Lay down and
be still.
Are you
a doctor?
I'm a detective.
Well, good!
Now, what's you
problem, son?
[father]
What isn't his problem?
Stealing from his own father--
That's what!
How da ya
like that?
How'd ya hurt
your head?
Tryin' to go
over a transom.
You wanna tell me
what happened?
Well, I have an
exclusive men's store
and we live upstairs.
Earl here is a big
shot with the girls
and he needed
some money.
But he didn't know
I had an alarm system
installed in
my store.
Oh, is this
the first time?
First time he
got caught?
Ever do it
before, son?
No, Sir.
How can you take
a thief's word?
Why'd ya do it?
Well, when
you get to be 18,
you're not a kid
anymore.
A fella has
to have some fun.
Ever try working?
All through
high school.
Every Saturday,
every vacation.
Why shouldn't he help
around the store?
After all, it costs plenty
these days for an education!
And an education
he'll get!
At a reform school!
You're not gonna
prosecute him?
I'm a tax payer,
I have my rights!
But, he's
your own son.
So, he'll learn his
lesson while he's young.
You know what
it means to have
your fingerprints taken
at police headquarters?
Every place he goes,
the army, applying for a job,
it'll always be
on the record.
A good reminder,
if you ask me,
to keep his nose
clean from now on.
He'll have a reminder for
the rest of his life.
A scar.
Sure, maybe it'll only
be a little mark there
on his forehead.
But every morning when he
looks in the mirror to shave,
he'll see it, even if
nobody else does.
This the first time you've ever
had any real trouble with him?
There'll be
a scar doctor?
It's hard to say.
Everybody heals
differently.
A big one?
Depends,
Mr. Fanmorn,
on bone structure, tissues,
even his own ancestry.
Well, don't worry
about it Earl.
It's just a little
mark, it's nothing.
A little powder'll
cover it up.
Can't it?
Oh, sure.
You feel
dizzy, Earl?
Can we go now?
Yes.
Unless Earl
isn't up to it.
Officer?
It's your
decision, mister.
We'd better
go home.
Your mother
will be worried.
Thanks.
There ya go,
Paul.
Poking your kisser
into everybody's business.
What are you
running for, mayor?
That kid wasn't a hoodlum,
he's still a youngster,
and given
half a chance...
He'll steal half
the world.
No, they're not
all like your Jimmy.
Heredity is what
counts.
Isn't that
true, Doctor?
Like father,
like son.
Environment
means a lot too.
It's like
I said, Norma.
All the boy needs
is a chance.
A chance to what?
That guy's got too
much heart.
Good thing he's a
cop and not a doctor.
Patient in
one, Doctor.
Will I need you?
I don't think so, he
has something in his eye.
Well, help Mitzi,
will ya, Vera?
All right, Doctor.
[siren blaring]
How are ya?
Something in your
eye, uh, Mr. Caldwell?
Yeah,
that's right.
But there's nothing you
can do about it.
It's a
sparkle, Doctor.
And I was hoping Dr. Carey
would look after me.
Was she expecting you?Well... not exactly.
You know
how it is?
I'll tell 'er
you're here.
Oh, Doctor.
Yes.
Don't tell 'er
it's me, please.
All right.
Comfortable?
We're trying to
locate your husband.
No!
I don't want to
see him ever!
Now, just rest,
Mrs. Johnson.
But don't sleep.
Would you like
a cup of coffee?
No, I don't
want nothin'.
Oh, um, I'm going to keep
her in minimum security.
Would you mind looking
at the patient in one?
Not at all,
Doctor.
Good evening,
Dr. Carey.
My favorite
patient.
Your impatient
patient.
Don't tell me you
were in an accident.
Yep!
I ran right into
a hard-headed girl.
Doctor, can you patch
a broken heart?
I don't think that
could ever happen to you.
You're so
wrong!
Ben!Janet.
Ben, please.
There are people here
who really need me.
Count me among
the first.
This isn't the time
or the place!
So, they put an M-D
after your name
and everything
becomes a clinical record.
Like this.
Was patient able to answer
questions intelligently?
Maybe the doctor ought to
start thinking intelligently.
I... I have been
thinking, Ben.
And you still want to stay
in a joint like this
and take care of
all these characters?
When I can set ya up in Beverly
Hills and introduce you to...
There are enough
doctors in Beverly Hills.
And enough
characters too!
Every time I try to help you.
[woman on P.A.]
Dr. Ellis, telephone.
Dr. Ellis, telephone.
Someday I'm going
to give up.
I wish you would.
There used to be a woman
under that doctor's wraparound.
There still is.
But after eight years of
studying and two of interning,
you... you can't separate the
woman from the doctor.
Not even with
a wedding ring?
[sighing]
You still sore about
the way I drove here?
It-it wasn't
smart.
Janet.
Janet, what made
you become a doctor?
No, I mean it--
Why are you a doctor?
Well, I, I always wanted
to be one, I suppose.
Not for the money?
The glory?
Well, if you call
helping people, glory?
Maybe that's
your answer.
I don't
know, Ben.
[siren approaching]My... my father
was an attorney,
my mother a teacher
before I was born.
I went to school,
kept on going to school,
and... and we decided that
I would be something.
It was my
choice, not theirs.
And you like it?
Sure, I like it.
It gives me a...
A deep satisfaction?
A thrill, maybe?
A sense of power when
you accomplish something?
Yes.
Yes,
that's it.
That's it exactly.
That's just
the feeling I get
when I'm behind
the wheel of a car.
Putting life into a
man-made engine.
[woman on P.A.]
Hospital Detail...That sense of
power you get,
I get it every time I
push the throttle to the floor
and leave everything
in my wake!
There are more
important things, Ben.
Not to me,
there aren't.
I worked for
my money.
I made it in cars and
I'm gonna spend it in cars.
That's the way it is, and that's
the way it's gotta be.
[woman on P.A.]
Dr. Carey, please.
Dr. Carey report
to room three, please.
An emergency?
[sighing]
Janet... are you
coming back?
I-- I'm busy.
Busy doing what I
think is important.
Bullet wound in
the stomach.
Oh!
Ma-- ma-- madr--
madre mia.
Let's go swimming.
[Paul]
Ramon?
Doctor?
I'm not a doctor,
Ramon.
I'm a detective.
Now,
who shot ya?
Ramon, do you
know who shot ya?
Don't let 'em get
away with it.
No.
Doctor?
I'll have to probe
for the bullet
before I can
tell anything.
Ramon, do ya have
any enemies?
Someone who might
want to hurt ya or kill ya?
DelGato.
Pepe DelGato?
Si.
He couldn't have
done it, Ramon.
Pepe DelGato's
in prison.
He's gonna pay
with his life soon.
How bad, Doctor?
[Ramon]
Ma...
You know DelGato?
Si.
And Alfred Flores?
Flores!
The lottery king!
The man DelGato
stabbed to death!
No, no,
not DelGato.
How do you know?
Because... I...
I kill him.
You killed Flores?
The lottery.
He wanted to
squeeze me out.
What about
DelGato?
I use
his knife.
Is he gonna
make it?
It was only a
superficial wound.
Without hemorrhaging, he'll be
all right in a couple a weeks.
Mr. Corden?
[Ramon]
Yes, Doctor?
The bullet's out.
You'll be
all right.
I-- I be all
right?
It was a clean wound,
Mr. Corden.
Only the skin and
tissues, no vital organs.
No--
I be all right?
I thought I was
gonna die!
Maybe ya are,
Ramon!
That'll be
up to the jury!
It's not so!
What I say,
you cannot prove!
We've got an efficient police
department, Ramon!
I think we'll be able
to make everything hold up
just like ya said.
Lie back, Mr. Corden before
you tear this wound open!
I don't care!
My life, she's over--
I don't want to live!
A couple a minutes ago,
you didn't wanna die!
Now you
don't wanna live!
You want him
hospitalized?Yes.
Otherwise he'll
damage himself.
Ramon, you're going to
the County Hospital,
so be a good boy.
Not to jail?
Se?or, when I was dyin'
I was 'fraid.
I didn't
mean to confess!
But ya did!
And I'm bookin' you for the
murder of Alfred Flores.
Ah, Madre, Madre mia.
[woman on P.A.]
Dr. Carey, please.
Dr. Carey report
to room three, please.
[switchboard ringing]
Emergency Hospital,
may I help you?
Lil-- What are you doing
up at 2:00 in the morning?
I thought only us poor working
folk were awake at this hour.
Oh, well don't worry about
that, you know how kids are.
[switchboard ringing]
There's a call comin' in,
hon, I'll get Paul for you.
[over P.A.] Hospital Detail, desk please.
Emergency Hospital,
may I help you.
When was he
bitten by the dog?
That was 14 hours
ago, lady!
We'll be glad to give
him emergency treatment,
but we don't give the pastory
treatment here.
Nell's
on the phone.
I'll take it
at the desk.
Call Michigan 5-2-1-1
and ask
for the animal regulation
department in the morning.
The dog will be quarantined, and
the City Health Department
will take care of
the boy if necessary.
You're welcome.
Here he is Lil.
Hello, Lil.
Oh, he's probably spending the
night with one of the fellas.
Well, I-- I told you not to
let him have the car tonight.
Okay, dear...
Go to bed.
He's not a child anymore,
he'll be home soon.
All right, dear.
Good bye.
Yes?
Someone sent for me--
I'm Harry Johnson.
Let me have
that spindle, dear.
What is your wife's name?Marie.
This is the second time she
did a thing like this.
[switchboard ringing]
Emergency Hospital,
may I help you?
No, ma'am, you do
not drink insecticide
for butterflies in
your stomach.
Call your own doctor, and he
will give you a prescription.
Vera, this is Mr. Johnson,
Marie Johnson's husband.
Is she...
is she dead?
She's perfectly
all right.
Come on, I'll
take you to her.
Oughtta be ashamed,
a big girl like her
always threatening
to kill herself.
Did you hear
that punk, Fran?
[switchboard ringing]Says she ought to
be ashamed.
There oughtta
be a law against...
May I help you?
Los Feliz Boulevard,
East of Vermont.
This is nine.
We're sending an ambulance on
a T call to Los Feliz Boulevard,
East of Vermont.
What is your
number?
Auto crash?
Somebody ran
into a pole.
How do ya like
that kid?
What do they get
married for,
if they want
the responsibility?
[siren sounding]
Always feelin' sorry for
yourself, ain't ya?
It wasn't me I
was sorry for, Harry.
It was the baby.
What baby?
Mine.
I'm gonna have
a baby.
You're gonna
have a baby?
If you woulda stayed home more
instead of goin' out
every night, playin'
poker and drinkin' beer,
you woulda known about
it long before this!
Holy smokes, Marie!
You don't have to
knock yourself off
just 'cause you're pregnant!
I'll take care a the kid.
Sure-- Like you took
care of everything else
I ever had!
My friends, the money I saved
before we were married,
even my self-respect!
Agh, don't
blow your top at me!Now, get out of here!
I don't want any part of you,
and neither does my baby!
Your baby-- It's just as
much mine as it is yours!
Don't bet on it!Why, you little tramp!
Get out of here!
Get out of...Where do ya think you are?
You want everybody
to here ya?
What's the matter?
Agh, she's
flippin' 'er lid!
I told you I
didn't wanna see him!
He's nothing
but trouble!
Trouble!What did I tell ya?
The dame is sproutin' wings
for the cuckoo factory!
Come on, fella!
She's got
her hands full.Okay, okay!
It's your baby, but don't ask
me for one lousy penny!
Come on, fella--
Let's go.
Quit shovin'--
Who do ya think you are?
I'm a policeman, who do
you think you are?
[sobbing]
I wish I were that girl's
brother or father,
I'd give you
the beating of your life.
Real tough, ain't ya--
Just 'cause you got a badge.
You bring her
any more trouble
and I'll show you how
tough I can be!
Yeah?
Sergeant?
[disgruntled cooing]
What's her H-P-D?
She said she stumbled
with the baby in her arms.
What do you
think, Doctor?
I doubt it.
The child has bruises on both
sides of her shoulders,
on both legs and behind
the head as well as on the face.
Mitzi, will you clean
the child?
I'll get right back to her after
I take a look at the mother.
Sit her down
will ya, Barney?
[yelping]
What's that?
Alcohol?
If it burns your skin,
what do ya think it does to
the lining of your stomach?
Now,
what happened?
I fell.How many times?
Once.
How come you got one little cut
and the baby's bruised all over?
You know your
name?
I ain't
that drunk.What is it?
Anna Banks.
See, honey,
I ain't drunk.
How drunk do you have to get
to beat up a little baby?
[crying]
I'll take
her home now.
I'm afraid not.
She's going to
the Children's Hospital.
And you're goin'
to the gray bar hotel.
Who are you kiddin'?
That's just a fancy
name for jail!
So you've been
there before, huh?
Me?
What for--
Child beating?
[crying]
Stinkin' little
monster!
All she does
is cry, cry, cry!
Make 'er stop!
Watch it!
[baby continues crying]
Will she be
all right, Doctor?
That's the doctor.
Doctor.
She has a concussion, if there's
internal hemorrhaging, I...
Dear God.
Let's go.
Did you get rid
of him, Sergeant?
Oh, that
Johnson fella?Mmm-hmm.
Yeah, he gave her
the business, didn't he?
Maybe this'll snap
her out of it.
She needed
a good shock.
How is she?
She's not
gonna die?
I'm only
the doctor.
You seem upset.
It's a
little baby.
Grown ups-- I-I understand
things happening to them, but,
but a baby...
Would you like
some coffee?
I'd like
that.
I'll be in
the coffee room.
Emergency Hospital,
may I help you?
What was that
last name again?
M-I-N-T-E-R?
The first name
is George?
How long
has he been missing?
We have no record of a
George Minter here.
Why don't you try the
Valley Receiving Hospital
at State 5-2-1-2-1?
You're welcome.
I-- I just don't
understand something!
Most people can't
understand themselves.
That woman!
Imagine, beating
her own little baby!
Agh, you can't
let that faze you.
Things could get worse as
the night wears on.
All bad
cases so far.
Except one--
A man.
Had something
in his eye.
Oh?Uhuh.
Looked familiar.
Maybe his, uh,
picture in the paper?
You've seen his picture in
the paper many times.
His name is
Ben Caldwell.
Oh, he's that, um, that racing
car enthusiast isn't he?
Enthusiast is
hardly the word for it.
Successful, personable,
good looking.
Mr. Caldwell is going to make
some woman a very fine husband.
Or a distraught wife.
I've seen too many
hot rodders end up here
with broken bones.
Some aren't
that lucky.
I don't want my husband
brought in here on a litter.
You call an $8,000 Mercedes
a hot rod?
When they slap an
oxygen mask over your face,
they don't ask if the car
cost $8 or 8,000.
Yes, maybe
you're right.
[Fran on P.A.]
Doctor, please.
Doctor report
to the office please.
Doctor, please.I'll get it.
All right.Thanks for the coffee.
Doctor, please report
to the office, please.
She's coming out
of shock.
I'll be
with her father.
Call me, will you?
Mr. Northrop?
Where's my daughter--
How is she?
We've just completed
our examination,
she'll be all right.
She'll be all right?
Yes, she's in
the treatment room.
You can take her home
after a while.
I still don't
know what happened.
She was attacked.
Someone tried
to rob her?
No, Sir.
Somebody tried
to rape her.
Rape her!
A 16-year-old
girl?
She hasn't been
badly hurt, Mr. Northrop,
but if she sees you
so excited...
[Norma]
Dr. Carey?
Uh, excuse me,
please.
[whispering]
Uh, Mr. Northrop...
You can see
her now.
Miriam,
I'm Dr. Carey.
I want to assure you that
no damage has been done.
I-- I'm not
gonna have a baby?
No, Miriam.
I'm so ashamed!
[father]
There's nothing to be
ashamed of, dear.
It wasn't
your fault, Miriam.
You're still a child.
[crying]
What's in
that bottle?
Glucose to counteract
the shock.
You're sure
she's all right?
How do you mean?
Well, the shock?
She's all right.
Nothing else
wrong?
I examined her thoroughly,
there is no cause to worry,
though I-I suggest that you take
her to your own doctor tomorrow.
Of course.
Miriam, do you want
to go home now?
I'll wait outside
while you get dressed.
Mr. Northrop?Yes.
This is
Sergeant Arnold.
He's on
Hospital Detail.
Police.Did you find out
what happened?
Yes, Sir.
Your daughter was
babysitting for a family
two doors from your
own home.
The Nelsons.
A relief milkman, knowing the
Nelsons left the back door open
to the pantry, entered
the house.
His motivation was robbery,
but when he saw your daughter...
If I ever get my
hands on him, he...
He's already
in custody.
The law'll
take care of him.
You'll prosecute,
of course?
And get a lot of
sensational publicity?
No thanks.
I'll send my daughter away to
a private girl's school.
[Norma]
Running away won't
help her.
It'll hurt her.
Hurt her--
To forget?
If you send her away, she'll
always be ashamed to come back.
To face her friends,
it'll be a stigma.
She has to face them
if she stays, doesn't she?
Let her resume her
normal activities.
Get back into
the swing of things again.
Give this thing a chance to
wear off, that's all.
That's not all!
A lot of publicity now
won't do my business any good.
Well, how much is your
business worth, Mr. Northrop?
Half million
dollars, roughly.
Well, roughly, how much
is your daughter worth?
All right, Sergeant,
I'll prosecute.
And you needn't worry about
the publicity, Mr. Northrop.
Whenever there's a
minor involved,
the newspapers
never identify them.
You sure your all
right, dear?
Please, let's
get out of here.
[siren approaching]Now don't worry,
Miriam.
There's only
one thing to do.
Try to forget it.
How much do
I owe you, Doctor?
Uh, nothing.
Well, whom
do I pay?
Nobody,
Mr. Northrop.
This is a city hospital, your
tax dollars support us.
Everything?That's right.
Well, there's no
reason why I can't show
my appreciation
to you.
No, thanks.
We're paid by
the city.
You learn
something every day.
Anyway, thanks very
much, for both of us.
You're very
welcome.
I'll take you
down to your car.
[elevator buzzing]
In that one, room three.
Traffic?
A young kid.
Would you mind calling
a juvenile officer please?
Oh, not at all.
Juvenile?
This is Miss Mullen,
upstairs.
We've got a
T case for you.
Room three.
Do you have
his I-D?The officer has it.
What happened,
Officer?
Speeding, lost control of
his car, smacked into a pole.
Do you have his name?
Mmm-hmm.
James Arnold.What?
Jimmy!
Jimmy...
Doctor.
No fractures,
Norma.
This is
Paul's son.
Yes, I know.
Sergeant Arnold's
boy?
Yes.
He's on
Hospital Detail.
Is it very bad?
Concussion,
maybe.
Can't tell yet.
Norma.
It's nothing but
a scratch.
How do you
feel, Jimmy?
Where's my father?
Wait
for the J-O.
[Juvenile Officer]
Right here.
This the driver of
the smash up on Los Feliz?
Yes, two other boys were
brought in by the squad car.
They're downstairs,
I just talked to them.
Can he be questioned?
I think
he's all right.
Jimmy?
He's Paul's
son.
Sergeant Arnold.
Jimmy?
Want to tell
me what happened?
Not until my father
gets here.
This is
my case, Jimmy.
Not his.
[doctor]
His father's too
busy anyway.
What did
happen, Jimmy?
I ran the car smack into a pole
so the police would get us.
You want to start
at the beginning?
Okay.
[siren approaching]
We had a little gang, called
ourselves the Four Musketeers.
We weren't exactly a gang, but
we weren't angels either.
We'd swipe cigarettes
and stuff like that.
Just for
the kicks.
The other guys wanted to pull
a real caper tonight,
rob a liquor store.
Well, I wouldn't go for it,
so Banister, he's the leader,
pulled a gun on me, said "If I
didn't go through with it,
he'd blow my brains out!"
So there it was, get my head
bashed in or wreck the car.
That's it.
Well, that's not what
the fellas downstairs said.
Sure, they're
sore at me.
Said "I was chicken."
No, they said
the holdup was your idea.
And that you thought you
could get away with it
by using your
father's car.
You believe them?
They said "You
were the leader."Me?
[siren blaring]It was Banister!
Get him up here,
I'll make him talk!
Afraid that's
impossible.
Banister was killed.
[siren stops]
I'd better
tell Paul.
No,
I'll tell him.
Norma, what do ya say
we dress this wound?
[officer]
Paul!
Mike!
What happened--
Fall of your bike again?
I brought a young kid
in this time, Paul.
Well, he's
not exactly a kid.
A young fellow.
He ran his car into
a pole, however he...
he wasn't hurt
very badly.
Lucky!
The other fellow
with him wasn't so lucky.
Banged his head against
the dashboard.
In there?
In the morgue.
The boy
in there is...
Paul it's...
it's Jimmy,
your boy.
Jimmy...
Wait a second,
Paul!
I told you he
wasn't hurt very badly.
But he's in an awful
lot of trouble.
For reckless driving?
Look, Mike, these things
have been worked out before.
I've never seen 'em bring a
dead boy back to life, Paul.
Well, accidents happen
all the time.
Some people get
killed, some get hurt.
Who was driving?
Jimmy--
Your car.
Well, o-okay, so the car
skidded and ran into a pole,
you can't condemn
the boy for that!
Look, Paul...Now, just a minute!
There are two ways you
can make out your report.
One, you can make it look bad,
speeding, reckless driving.
Two, you can
get him out of it!
Say that he, he swerved to avoid
a pedestrian or another car!
You been a cop too long
to talk like that, Paul.
Nineteen years!
Two years before
Jimmy was born.
I'm entitled to some
kind of consideration.
Oh, anything I can do, Paul,
that's right, you know that...
All right, Jimmy.
Is he dressed?
You can come
in now.
Don't move!
Stay where
you are, Norma!
Now raise your
hands.
Better do
what he says.
You and the doctor,
over against the wall.
Jimmy, give me that gun
before you get in deeper.
I'm already
over my head!
It can
get worse, Jimmy.
So will you if you
don't shut up!
Norma, over here.
The other side!
That's far
enough!Jimmy... Please.
Please, what?
Take the rap
for somebody else?
No thanks!
Now turn around.
Jimmy.
How do you expect
to get out of here?
With you and him
leading the way.
And Norma
right in front of me.
Well-- What are you
waiting for?
Come on.
Wait a minute.
Any tricks,
she gets it first.
Let's go.
Jimmy!
Where do ya think
you're going?
To get my wife, and
I'd like to see ya stop me!
Then take a
good look!
Come on--
Come on!
Shut up!
Look, I'm a citizen
and you're just a cop,
and don't you forget
that!
I'm just a cop!
But you're a punk--
Don't forget that!
I'm goin' out the fire escape,
don't anybody try to stop me.
All right,
Norma, get going!
Everybody out there.
You too,
Norma.
Jimmy--
Gimme that gun!
Not a chance.
I'm comin' to
get it!Don't!
Listen to me,
Jimmy.
I'm your father,
I can help ya.
Nobody can
help me!
I'll get ya
the best lawyer.
I got pull!
They're tryin'
to railroad me!
Now, don't come any closer,
I'm warning you!
[gun fires, shattering]
I'm too good
a shot to miss.
Next time, I won't!
[switchboard ringing]
I told ya,
don't come any closer!
You'll never get
it open.
Then you will.
I can't let
ya escape, son.
Do what I say!
All right,
Jimmy.
No-- Don't!
[gun fires]
Oh, sorry!
Didn't know you
were here.
Come on in, we're
all doctors under the skin.
Well, speaking as a
non-professional,
the difference
ends right there.
Dr. Carey.
You, uh, must
have a first name?
It's Janet.
Which proves
you're a woman.
But I've known that
for a year.
Been a whole
year, hasn't it!
Since we've been at
the hospital!
Almost.
You've been going
with that fella, that, um...
Ben Caldwell?All this time?
Just about.
How much longer
you gonna hang on?
It's all over,
Dave.
He walked out tonight, I-
I don't think he'll be back.
Well, he might.
Men are creatures
of impulse.
It doesn't matter.
Ben and I have
nothing in common.
Like, uh, medical
careers?
Light?
Thank you.
You know, some men fall
in love with, uh,
sparkplugs,
tires, crank cases...
And some with sutures
and scalpels.
All right,
I'm a doctor.
What's more important,
I'm a man.
When I want
something...
[Fran on P.A.]
Dr. Carey, please.
Dr. Carey, please.
An O-B call.
To be continued.
Well, uh, how 'bout
having breakfast with me?
Morning can be as lonesome
as night, can't it?
I know.
I've been eating
breakfast alone too long now.
It's an O-B in the Silver Lake
district, Doctor.
Oh, you all ready?
All set, Doctor.Let's go then.
[sirens blaring]
Well, I gave
him a sedative.
He'll sleep
it off.
What about
the foot?
It's only
a flesh wound.
He won't have to
be hospitalized.
Paul, about
the revolver.
I spoke to the others, we
won't put it in the record.
Thanks.
Okay if I stay
for a while?
Sure.
When he wakes up,
he's going to need you.
[siren blaring]
You got
here fast!
Not us, we're racing
the stork.
Looks like a bad one.
One D-B, five
others banged up.
Can you give
us a hand?
We'll ask the doc--
She's in the back.
You the doctor?What's up?
Motorcycle
and three cars.
One's a sports job,
a Mercedes I think.
The Mercedes,
where is it?
Over there.
Here's your
kit, Doctor.
You and Vera go ahead
with the ambulance.
[siren blaring]
Doctor!
[groaning]
This woman's
coming to.
[groaning continues]
Morphine?
[siren approaching]
There's the ambulance
I called for.
This'll hold her till
she gets to the hospital.
She's the woman whose
husband was killed.
That guy is lucky or
he wore his safety belt.
Let's get him
out of there.
Over here!
We've got five live ones to
carry-- that's right isn't it?
Right.
And one man dead.
I'll radio for
another ambulance.
Bet I ruined
your car.
Oh, it doesn't matter,
I can always buy a new one.
But a new son.
If... if anything
happened to him...
Fine son you're
worried about.
The way I let
ya down.
It's the other
way around.
I let you down.
Working nights,
sleeping days.
Not being around
when you needed me.
It's not enough to have
a cop in the family,
it's more important
to have a father.
[siren blaring]
Dad, did I louse
up your career?
You didn't
hurt it at all.
Look, son, I... I
know the truth.
I talked to
the two boys downstairs.
'Bout how Ed Banister forced
you to drive at gunpoint
and why you
wrecked the car.
Some of the things you
did were wrong,
but I-I'm glad you
knew where to draw the line,
even if it
meant this.
Don't worry, Dad.
I'll take
my punishment.
We'll take it
together.
I'll come
back for you.
[Janet]
What some people
won't do for sympathy.
I'm getting attached
to this place.
What hurts, Ben?
My Mercedes.
Uh, they're ready for
the transfusion in three.
Mind staying a minute,
Sergeant,
till one of
the nurses gets here?
Sure.
I'll be back
as soon as I can.
[groaning]
Can you hear me?
M-my corn.
It hurts
so awfully.
Vera, take off
her shoes.
Yes, Doctor.
It's always the little
things that bother folk.
How is she?
She's holding
her own.
What about
the other woman?
Mrs. Gibler?
She's taking
a nap.
We'll put
the young fellow in four.
Keep an eye on one,
will ya?
Vera, give
Dr. Carey a hand.
I'll take another look
at Mr. Wilson in two.
Why can't I
have a cigarette?
I'm sorry, mister, there's no
smoking in the treatment rooms.
Rules are made to
be broken.
[Norma]
Not here
they're not.
How do ya feel?
Like getting out
of this place.
Wait a minute.
The doctor'll
be back in a jiffy.
Jimmy?He's all right.
He'll be going home with me,
but that's not the end of it.
Don't take it out
on him, Paul.
I'm not blaming
the boy, Norma.
He's only a kid.
I'll stick right with him
through juvenile court
if he has to appear.
Count me in, huh?
And then I'm going to transfer
to the juvenile squad.
Now that I
know what it's like
to be on the other
side of the fence.
When I see what can happen
to kids...
well, maybe I
can help some of them
the way I'm gonna
help Jimmy.
[groaning]
Just try to take it
easy, Mr. Wilson.
Can he be questioned?
May I have
your name, please?
Robert Wilson.
Were you in
the other car?
Yes, Sir.
Me and my
wife were...
where is my wife?
How is she?
We're trying to take care
of everybody, Mr. Wilson.
As fast as we can.
Were you driving?
No, Sir.
Frank Stuber,
he's my brother-in-law.
It was his car.
What happened--
Do you know?
We had a blowout and went over
into the oncoming traffic.
We hit a boy
on the motorcycle.
That boy!
That boy!
He's all right,
Mr. Wilson.
We killed that boy--
We killed him!
The boy
is in four.
Take it easy.
How do ya feel?
Could be worse, Doc.
I'm a detective.
Oh, it
wasn't my fault.
I was just...I know.
The car
had a blowout.
Oh, was that it?
I thought they
were drunk.
So many drunks
on the freeway.
Man I'm lucky that other guy
didn't run over me!
What other guy?
The fella in
a fancy sports job.
Comin' right at me after I
landed on the freeway.
He swerved and crashed
his car so he wouldn't hit me.
Boy, I was shakin' hands
with the angels!
What's your name?
Harry Alverson.
I wish
I knew his.
I'd sure like to shake
his hand.
His name
is Caldwell.
Ben Caldwell.
The Playboy?
The Sportsman.
Paul, do you know
who's in four?
Dr. Carey, fella
with a busted shoulder.
Who's in one?
The man who drove
the sports car, Ben Caldwell.
Thanks.
What are you
doing up?
He wants
to leave.
No law
against it.
No, we can't hold a man here
against his own wishes.
Couple a bruises,
that's all.
I'd like to give you
a more thorough check up.
No, thanks, but I'll see
my own doctor later.
Norma, will you get
Mr. Caldwell's card please?
Guess I won't get to
the desert today after all.
Was planning on some
time trials.
You mean you were getting
up at six o'clock this morning
for that?
Up, nothing,
haven't been to bed yet.
Well, you'll have
plenty of time to rest,
now that your Mercedes
is out of commission.
Ah, you don't
know my mechanic.
Two months, we'll be in
the Torey Pines Races.
You're kidding.
Watch
the news reels.
Thanks.
Would you sign here,
please, Mr. Caldwell?
Complete examination
refused.
You want my
John Henry under that?
Please.
Thank you.
Thank you,
Norma.
[elevator buzzing]
Thanks, Doctor.
He-- he shouldn't
leave here alone!
It was his
idea, Janet.
Come on, I'll buy you a
quick cup of coffee.
Do you know
what he did?
Who?
Ben.
He purposely
wrecked his car
so he wouldn't hit
that young fellow.
[whistling]
He risked his life.
If anything ever
happened to him...
You wouldn't become
Mrs. Caldwell.
Mrs. Caldwell.
Thanks for
the coffee!
You're welcome.
Emergency Hospital,
may I help you?
Was either one killed?
I see.
Yes.
We'll send an
ambulance over right away.
What is that address
please?
Thank you.
This is three.
We're sending an ambulance
to eight 16 Palmetto.
Two men
shot each other.
You're welcome.
Why do they
always wait for morning?
Doesn't anything
happen at night?
[switchboard ringing]
Emergency Hospital,
may I help you?
[siren blaring]
may I help you?
How long ago?
What's her name?
Address?
Is this a house
or an apartment?
And your name,
please?
Yes, right away.
[repeated buzzing]
Attempted suicide.
[switchboard ringing]
Emergency Hospital,
may I help you?
[engine revving]
[siren blaring]
[tires screeching]
[horns honking]
[siren blaring]
[engine roaring]
[siren blaring]
Are you okay
back there?
Yeah,
what happened?
Some guy just tried
to cut us off!
[engine roaring]
What are
ya mad about?
One minute to eight, told you
we would make it on time.
I'm surprised
you made it at all.
Next time, we won't
beat the ambulance,
we'll be in it!
Don't worry about it,
one of the doctor's is
a friend of mine.
For you information,
the ambulance
had the right of way.
You would've flown out of
the car if I hit the brakes!
You were
doing 80!
Practically
crawling.
You should see this
baby on the freeway
when I really
open 'er up!
Thanks--
I've seen it.
[siren approaching]
Hey-- Is that a
way to say good night?
[siren winding down]
Good evening,
Jack.Dr. Carey.
Will.Dr. Carey.
What ya
bring in?
Sleeping beauty.
Looks young.
18, married
and pregnant.
Here we go again!
Yes, Dr. Ellis, I found
this next to her bed.
Norma, check this
prescription, will ya please?
Yes, Doctor.
Fran, would you check the
pharmacy for this prescription?
Be glad to.
That from the
girl just brought in?Oh, yes, yes it is.
Will you call her apartment
every fifteen minutes or so,
Fran, until you contact
her husband?
All right,
Sergeant.
Oh, it's a fine time to
be starting work isn't it?
Well, respectable women
are home with their kids
at this hour of night.
Oh, you call
yourself respectable?
I wouldn't trust any man
who carries a revolver
even if he
does wear a badge!
Well, that was your big
mistake, not trusting a man.
Yep!
You coulda settled down and
made somebody real unhappy.Oh.
[man calling]
Miss Mullen?
You know what she gave
Jimmy for his birthday?
I'm all ears.
A movie camera, projector
screen, the whole works.
She's gonna spoil
that boy of mine.
What's a
Godmother for?
Heart trouble,
Sylvia?
Coronary thrombosis, I
know all the signs.
Pains down my left arm,
tightening of the chest,
and my breath
comes short.
Oh, wait
a minute!
Didn't you tell me a
couple a days ago
that you had an
electrocardiogram?
Oh, yes.
It's not
my heart.
[coughing]
It's my lungs!
Well, maybe it's a little
cough from the night air.
A little cough?
The least it could
be is tuberculosis.
Yes.
I wouldn't be surprised
if this means
spending the rest of
my life in a sanitarium.
What about those chest x-rays
you had taken last week?
Oh, that's right.
It couldn't be
tuberculosis,
unless the technician
got my x-rays mixed up
with somebody else's.
Here, Sylvia?
[woman over P.A.]
Dr. Ellis, telephone.Oh, Doctor, have
I got something bad?
Well, um, it a, it could be an
inflammation of the pleura.
Pleurisy!
Everybody gets that!
And besides, I've already been
on octon-cortisone.
It's right here, Doctor...
Well, how did
you hurt it, Sylvia?
I was reaching for a
bottle of... fruit juice.
Well, you must've
pulled a muscle.
Oh, a pulled muscle.
Myositis.
Myositis?
Right that on
my chart, Mitzi.
Myositis.
I knew I had
something bad!
Well, we'll make it better,
that's what we're here for,
isn't it?Yes.
Uh, give Sylvia the,
um, thiabaxomiacin pills.
Now you take good care of
yourself, Sylvia.
Thanks, Doctor!
You're the best!
Myositis...
Thiabaxomiacin...
Over there.
Your name?
Earl Fanmorn.
Address?
521 South Maple Drive.
Age?18.
Male.
Are you married
or single?
Holy smokes, Lady!
My head's cut 'n you
wanna know my life history!
Look--
None of your sass!
Are you
the boy's father?
Unfortunately!
Are you single,
Earl?
Yes.
And,
your occupation?
I'm a college
professor!
I told you none
of your sass!
Never mind.
Come on.
We'll take
a look at that head.
Do you mind waiting
out here?
I certainly do!
After you're finished,
the police get 'm!
Take his coat,
will you?
Get up
on the table.
Oh-- That's
a mean cut!
What happened?
Nothing.
[father]
Ha, he calls breaking into
a store and stealing, nothing!
Well, you just rest
right there.
I'll get the doctor.
Hello, Norma.
Oh, thank you.
[switchboard ringing]
Emergency Hospital,
may I help you?
Your husband has
arthritis of the stomach
and needs an
epidemic?
I'm sorry, but we
only give emergencies.
Call your own doctor, or
the city health department
in the morning.
Got a buster in two with
a hole in his head,
and his father
who could use one.
Send the Hospital Detail
will you?
Here's the information
on that prescription.
Thank you.
[over P.A.]
Hospital Detail.
Hospital Detail.
Room two please.
Hospital Detail.
Hospital Detail--
Room two please.
Yes, Norma?
Barbiturate, grain
and a half.
How many?
18 when she got
the prescription,
and that was about six
weeks ago, Dr. Ellis.
Five cc's
of Benzedrine.
That oughtta wake
her up.
Mitzi, want me to
help you wash her out?
If you're
not busy.
Well, first I'll take
a look next door.
[Janet]
Don't worry, son,
this won't hurt you.
Suture setup
please.
I want a
doctor for this.
You've got one.Who are you
trying to kid?
Nobody, son.Lie back.
Lay down and
be still.
Are you
a doctor?
I'm a detective.
Well, good!
Now, what's you
problem, son?
[father]
What isn't his problem?
Stealing from his own father--
That's what!
How da ya
like that?
How'd ya hurt
your head?
Tryin' to go
over a transom.
You wanna tell me
what happened?
Well, I have an
exclusive men's store
and we live upstairs.
Earl here is a big
shot with the girls
and he needed
some money.
But he didn't know
I had an alarm system
installed in
my store.
Oh, is this
the first time?
First time he
got caught?
Ever do it
before, son?
No, Sir.
How can you take
a thief's word?
Why'd ya do it?
Well, when
you get to be 18,
you're not a kid
anymore.
A fella has
to have some fun.
Ever try working?
All through
high school.
Every Saturday,
every vacation.
Why shouldn't he help
around the store?
After all, it costs plenty
these days for an education!
And an education
he'll get!
At a reform school!
You're not gonna
prosecute him?
I'm a tax payer,
I have my rights!
But, he's
your own son.
So, he'll learn his
lesson while he's young.
You know what
it means to have
your fingerprints taken
at police headquarters?
Every place he goes,
the army, applying for a job,
it'll always be
on the record.
A good reminder,
if you ask me,
to keep his nose
clean from now on.
He'll have a reminder for
the rest of his life.
A scar.
Sure, maybe it'll only
be a little mark there
on his forehead.
But every morning when he
looks in the mirror to shave,
he'll see it, even if
nobody else does.
This the first time you've ever
had any real trouble with him?
There'll be
a scar doctor?
It's hard to say.
Everybody heals
differently.
A big one?
Depends,
Mr. Fanmorn,
on bone structure, tissues,
even his own ancestry.
Well, don't worry
about it Earl.
It's just a little
mark, it's nothing.
A little powder'll
cover it up.
Can't it?
Oh, sure.
You feel
dizzy, Earl?
Can we go now?
Yes.
Unless Earl
isn't up to it.
Officer?
It's your
decision, mister.
We'd better
go home.
Your mother
will be worried.
Thanks.
There ya go,
Paul.
Poking your kisser
into everybody's business.
What are you
running for, mayor?
That kid wasn't a hoodlum,
he's still a youngster,
and given
half a chance...
He'll steal half
the world.
No, they're not
all like your Jimmy.
Heredity is what
counts.
Isn't that
true, Doctor?
Like father,
like son.
Environment
means a lot too.
It's like
I said, Norma.
All the boy needs
is a chance.
A chance to what?
That guy's got too
much heart.
Good thing he's a
cop and not a doctor.
Patient in
one, Doctor.
Will I need you?
I don't think so, he
has something in his eye.
Well, help Mitzi,
will ya, Vera?
All right, Doctor.
[siren blaring]
How are ya?
Something in your
eye, uh, Mr. Caldwell?
Yeah,
that's right.
But there's nothing you
can do about it.
It's a
sparkle, Doctor.
And I was hoping Dr. Carey
would look after me.
Was she expecting you?Well... not exactly.
You know
how it is?
I'll tell 'er
you're here.
Oh, Doctor.
Yes.
Don't tell 'er
it's me, please.
All right.
Comfortable?
We're trying to
locate your husband.
No!
I don't want to
see him ever!
Now, just rest,
Mrs. Johnson.
But don't sleep.
Would you like
a cup of coffee?
No, I don't
want nothin'.
Oh, um, I'm going to keep
her in minimum security.
Would you mind looking
at the patient in one?
Not at all,
Doctor.
Good evening,
Dr. Carey.
My favorite
patient.
Your impatient
patient.
Don't tell me you
were in an accident.
Yep!
I ran right into
a hard-headed girl.
Doctor, can you patch
a broken heart?
I don't think that
could ever happen to you.
You're so
wrong!
Ben!Janet.
Ben, please.
There are people here
who really need me.
Count me among
the first.
This isn't the time
or the place!
So, they put an M-D
after your name
and everything
becomes a clinical record.
Like this.
Was patient able to answer
questions intelligently?
Maybe the doctor ought to
start thinking intelligently.
I... I have been
thinking, Ben.
And you still want to stay
in a joint like this
and take care of
all these characters?
When I can set ya up in Beverly
Hills and introduce you to...
There are enough
doctors in Beverly Hills.
And enough
characters too!
Every time I try to help you.
[woman on P.A.]
Dr. Ellis, telephone.
Dr. Ellis, telephone.
Someday I'm going
to give up.
I wish you would.
There used to be a woman
under that doctor's wraparound.
There still is.
But after eight years of
studying and two of interning,
you... you can't separate the
woman from the doctor.
Not even with
a wedding ring?
[sighing]
You still sore about
the way I drove here?
It-it wasn't
smart.
Janet.
Janet, what made
you become a doctor?
No, I mean it--
Why are you a doctor?
Well, I, I always wanted
to be one, I suppose.
Not for the money?
The glory?
Well, if you call
helping people, glory?
Maybe that's
your answer.
I don't
know, Ben.
[siren approaching]My... my father
was an attorney,
my mother a teacher
before I was born.
I went to school,
kept on going to school,
and... and we decided that
I would be something.
It was my
choice, not theirs.
And you like it?
Sure, I like it.
It gives me a...
A deep satisfaction?
A thrill, maybe?
A sense of power when
you accomplish something?
Yes.
Yes,
that's it.
That's it exactly.
That's just
the feeling I get
when I'm behind
the wheel of a car.
Putting life into a
man-made engine.
[woman on P.A.]
Hospital Detail...That sense of
power you get,
I get it every time I
push the throttle to the floor
and leave everything
in my wake!
There are more
important things, Ben.
Not to me,
there aren't.
I worked for
my money.
I made it in cars and
I'm gonna spend it in cars.
That's the way it is, and that's
the way it's gotta be.
[woman on P.A.]
Dr. Carey, please.
Dr. Carey report
to room three, please.
An emergency?
[sighing]
Janet... are you
coming back?
I-- I'm busy.
Busy doing what I
think is important.
Bullet wound in
the stomach.
Oh!
Ma-- ma-- madr--
madre mia.
Let's go swimming.
[Paul]
Ramon?
Doctor?
I'm not a doctor,
Ramon.
I'm a detective.
Now,
who shot ya?
Ramon, do you
know who shot ya?
Don't let 'em get
away with it.
No.
Doctor?
I'll have to probe
for the bullet
before I can
tell anything.
Ramon, do ya have
any enemies?
Someone who might
want to hurt ya or kill ya?
DelGato.
Pepe DelGato?
Si.
He couldn't have
done it, Ramon.
Pepe DelGato's
in prison.
He's gonna pay
with his life soon.
How bad, Doctor?
[Ramon]
Ma...
You know DelGato?
Si.
And Alfred Flores?
Flores!
The lottery king!
The man DelGato
stabbed to death!
No, no,
not DelGato.
How do you know?
Because... I...
I kill him.
You killed Flores?
The lottery.
He wanted to
squeeze me out.
What about
DelGato?
I use
his knife.
Is he gonna
make it?
It was only a
superficial wound.
Without hemorrhaging, he'll be
all right in a couple a weeks.
Mr. Corden?
[Ramon]
Yes, Doctor?
The bullet's out.
You'll be
all right.
I-- I be all
right?
It was a clean wound,
Mr. Corden.
Only the skin and
tissues, no vital organs.
No--
I be all right?
I thought I was
gonna die!
Maybe ya are,
Ramon!
That'll be
up to the jury!
It's not so!
What I say,
you cannot prove!
We've got an efficient police
department, Ramon!
I think we'll be able
to make everything hold up
just like ya said.
Lie back, Mr. Corden before
you tear this wound open!
I don't care!
My life, she's over--
I don't want to live!
A couple a minutes ago,
you didn't wanna die!
Now you
don't wanna live!
You want him
hospitalized?Yes.
Otherwise he'll
damage himself.
Ramon, you're going to
the County Hospital,
so be a good boy.
Not to jail?
Se?or, when I was dyin'
I was 'fraid.
I didn't
mean to confess!
But ya did!
And I'm bookin' you for the
murder of Alfred Flores.
Ah, Madre, Madre mia.
[woman on P.A.]
Dr. Carey, please.
Dr. Carey report
to room three, please.
[switchboard ringing]
Emergency Hospital,
may I help you?
Lil-- What are you doing
up at 2:00 in the morning?
I thought only us poor working
folk were awake at this hour.
Oh, well don't worry about
that, you know how kids are.
[switchboard ringing]
There's a call comin' in,
hon, I'll get Paul for you.
[over P.A.] Hospital Detail, desk please.
Emergency Hospital,
may I help you.
When was he
bitten by the dog?
That was 14 hours
ago, lady!
We'll be glad to give
him emergency treatment,
but we don't give the pastory
treatment here.
Nell's
on the phone.
I'll take it
at the desk.
Call Michigan 5-2-1-1
and ask
for the animal regulation
department in the morning.
The dog will be quarantined, and
the City Health Department
will take care of
the boy if necessary.
You're welcome.
Here he is Lil.
Hello, Lil.
Oh, he's probably spending the
night with one of the fellas.
Well, I-- I told you not to
let him have the car tonight.
Okay, dear...
Go to bed.
He's not a child anymore,
he'll be home soon.
All right, dear.
Good bye.
Yes?
Someone sent for me--
I'm Harry Johnson.
Let me have
that spindle, dear.
What is your wife's name?Marie.
This is the second time she
did a thing like this.
[switchboard ringing]
Emergency Hospital,
may I help you?
No, ma'am, you do
not drink insecticide
for butterflies in
your stomach.
Call your own doctor, and he
will give you a prescription.
Vera, this is Mr. Johnson,
Marie Johnson's husband.
Is she...
is she dead?
She's perfectly
all right.
Come on, I'll
take you to her.
Oughtta be ashamed,
a big girl like her
always threatening
to kill herself.
Did you hear
that punk, Fran?
[switchboard ringing]Says she ought to
be ashamed.
There oughtta
be a law against...
May I help you?
Los Feliz Boulevard,
East of Vermont.
This is nine.
We're sending an ambulance on
a T call to Los Feliz Boulevard,
East of Vermont.
What is your
number?
Auto crash?
Somebody ran
into a pole.
How do ya like
that kid?
What do they get
married for,
if they want
the responsibility?
[siren sounding]
Always feelin' sorry for
yourself, ain't ya?
It wasn't me I
was sorry for, Harry.
It was the baby.
What baby?
Mine.
I'm gonna have
a baby.
You're gonna
have a baby?
If you woulda stayed home more
instead of goin' out
every night, playin'
poker and drinkin' beer,
you woulda known about
it long before this!
Holy smokes, Marie!
You don't have to
knock yourself off
just 'cause you're pregnant!
I'll take care a the kid.
Sure-- Like you took
care of everything else
I ever had!
My friends, the money I saved
before we were married,
even my self-respect!
Agh, don't
blow your top at me!Now, get out of here!
I don't want any part of you,
and neither does my baby!
Your baby-- It's just as
much mine as it is yours!
Don't bet on it!Why, you little tramp!
Get out of here!
Get out of...Where do ya think you are?
You want everybody
to here ya?
What's the matter?
Agh, she's
flippin' 'er lid!
I told you I
didn't wanna see him!
He's nothing
but trouble!
Trouble!What did I tell ya?
The dame is sproutin' wings
for the cuckoo factory!
Come on, fella!
She's got
her hands full.Okay, okay!
It's your baby, but don't ask
me for one lousy penny!
Come on, fella--
Let's go.
Quit shovin'--
Who do ya think you are?
I'm a policeman, who do
you think you are?
[sobbing]
I wish I were that girl's
brother or father,
I'd give you
the beating of your life.
Real tough, ain't ya--
Just 'cause you got a badge.
You bring her
any more trouble
and I'll show you how
tough I can be!
Yeah?
Sergeant?
[disgruntled cooing]
What's her H-P-D?
She said she stumbled
with the baby in her arms.
What do you
think, Doctor?
I doubt it.
The child has bruises on both
sides of her shoulders,
on both legs and behind
the head as well as on the face.
Mitzi, will you clean
the child?
I'll get right back to her after
I take a look at the mother.
Sit her down
will ya, Barney?
[yelping]
What's that?
Alcohol?
If it burns your skin,
what do ya think it does to
the lining of your stomach?
Now,
what happened?
I fell.How many times?
Once.
How come you got one little cut
and the baby's bruised all over?
You know your
name?
I ain't
that drunk.What is it?
Anna Banks.
See, honey,
I ain't drunk.
How drunk do you have to get
to beat up a little baby?
[crying]
I'll take
her home now.
I'm afraid not.
She's going to
the Children's Hospital.
And you're goin'
to the gray bar hotel.
Who are you kiddin'?
That's just a fancy
name for jail!
So you've been
there before, huh?
Me?
What for--
Child beating?
[crying]
Stinkin' little
monster!
All she does
is cry, cry, cry!
Make 'er stop!
Watch it!
[baby continues crying]
Will she be
all right, Doctor?
That's the doctor.
Doctor.
She has a concussion, if there's
internal hemorrhaging, I...
Dear God.
Let's go.
Did you get rid
of him, Sergeant?
Oh, that
Johnson fella?Mmm-hmm.
Yeah, he gave her
the business, didn't he?
Maybe this'll snap
her out of it.
She needed
a good shock.
How is she?
She's not
gonna die?
I'm only
the doctor.
You seem upset.
It's a
little baby.
Grown ups-- I-I understand
things happening to them, but,
but a baby...
Would you like
some coffee?
I'd like
that.
I'll be in
the coffee room.
Emergency Hospital,
may I help you?
What was that
last name again?
M-I-N-T-E-R?
The first name
is George?
How long
has he been missing?
We have no record of a
George Minter here.
Why don't you try the
Valley Receiving Hospital
at State 5-2-1-2-1?
You're welcome.
I-- I just don't
understand something!
Most people can't
understand themselves.
That woman!
Imagine, beating
her own little baby!
Agh, you can't
let that faze you.
Things could get worse as
the night wears on.
All bad
cases so far.
Except one--
A man.
Had something
in his eye.
Oh?Uhuh.
Looked familiar.
Maybe his, uh,
picture in the paper?
You've seen his picture in
the paper many times.
His name is
Ben Caldwell.
Oh, he's that, um, that racing
car enthusiast isn't he?
Enthusiast is
hardly the word for it.
Successful, personable,
good looking.
Mr. Caldwell is going to make
some woman a very fine husband.
Or a distraught wife.
I've seen too many
hot rodders end up here
with broken bones.
Some aren't
that lucky.
I don't want my husband
brought in here on a litter.
You call an $8,000 Mercedes
a hot rod?
When they slap an
oxygen mask over your face,
they don't ask if the car
cost $8 or 8,000.
Yes, maybe
you're right.
[Fran on P.A.]
Doctor, please.
Doctor report
to the office please.
Doctor, please.I'll get it.
All right.Thanks for the coffee.
Doctor, please report
to the office, please.
She's coming out
of shock.
I'll be
with her father.
Call me, will you?
Mr. Northrop?
Where's my daughter--
How is she?
We've just completed
our examination,
she'll be all right.
She'll be all right?
Yes, she's in
the treatment room.
You can take her home
after a while.
I still don't
know what happened.
She was attacked.
Someone tried
to rob her?
No, Sir.
Somebody tried
to rape her.
Rape her!
A 16-year-old
girl?
She hasn't been
badly hurt, Mr. Northrop,
but if she sees you
so excited...
[Norma]
Dr. Carey?
Uh, excuse me,
please.
[whispering]
Uh, Mr. Northrop...
You can see
her now.
Miriam,
I'm Dr. Carey.
I want to assure you that
no damage has been done.
I-- I'm not
gonna have a baby?
No, Miriam.
I'm so ashamed!
[father]
There's nothing to be
ashamed of, dear.
It wasn't
your fault, Miriam.
You're still a child.
[crying]
What's in
that bottle?
Glucose to counteract
the shock.
You're sure
she's all right?
How do you mean?
Well, the shock?
She's all right.
Nothing else
wrong?
I examined her thoroughly,
there is no cause to worry,
though I-I suggest that you take
her to your own doctor tomorrow.
Of course.
Miriam, do you want
to go home now?
I'll wait outside
while you get dressed.
Mr. Northrop?Yes.
This is
Sergeant Arnold.
He's on
Hospital Detail.
Police.Did you find out
what happened?
Yes, Sir.
Your daughter was
babysitting for a family
two doors from your
own home.
The Nelsons.
A relief milkman, knowing the
Nelsons left the back door open
to the pantry, entered
the house.
His motivation was robbery,
but when he saw your daughter...
If I ever get my
hands on him, he...
He's already
in custody.
The law'll
take care of him.
You'll prosecute,
of course?
And get a lot of
sensational publicity?
No thanks.
I'll send my daughter away to
a private girl's school.
[Norma]
Running away won't
help her.
It'll hurt her.
Hurt her--
To forget?
If you send her away, she'll
always be ashamed to come back.
To face her friends,
it'll be a stigma.
She has to face them
if she stays, doesn't she?
Let her resume her
normal activities.
Get back into
the swing of things again.
Give this thing a chance to
wear off, that's all.
That's not all!
A lot of publicity now
won't do my business any good.
Well, how much is your
business worth, Mr. Northrop?
Half million
dollars, roughly.
Well, roughly, how much
is your daughter worth?
All right, Sergeant,
I'll prosecute.
And you needn't worry about
the publicity, Mr. Northrop.
Whenever there's a
minor involved,
the newspapers
never identify them.
You sure your all
right, dear?
Please, let's
get out of here.
[siren approaching]Now don't worry,
Miriam.
There's only
one thing to do.
Try to forget it.
How much do
I owe you, Doctor?
Uh, nothing.
Well, whom
do I pay?
Nobody,
Mr. Northrop.
This is a city hospital, your
tax dollars support us.
Everything?That's right.
Well, there's no
reason why I can't show
my appreciation
to you.
No, thanks.
We're paid by
the city.
You learn
something every day.
Anyway, thanks very
much, for both of us.
You're very
welcome.
I'll take you
down to your car.
[elevator buzzing]
In that one, room three.
Traffic?
A young kid.
Would you mind calling
a juvenile officer please?
Oh, not at all.
Juvenile?
This is Miss Mullen,
upstairs.
We've got a
T case for you.
Room three.
Do you have
his I-D?The officer has it.
What happened,
Officer?
Speeding, lost control of
his car, smacked into a pole.
Do you have his name?
Mmm-hmm.
James Arnold.What?
Jimmy!
Jimmy...
Doctor.
No fractures,
Norma.
This is
Paul's son.
Yes, I know.
Sergeant Arnold's
boy?
Yes.
He's on
Hospital Detail.
Is it very bad?
Concussion,
maybe.
Can't tell yet.
Norma.
It's nothing but
a scratch.
How do you
feel, Jimmy?
Where's my father?
Wait
for the J-O.
[Juvenile Officer]
Right here.
This the driver of
the smash up on Los Feliz?
Yes, two other boys were
brought in by the squad car.
They're downstairs,
I just talked to them.
Can he be questioned?
I think
he's all right.
Jimmy?
He's Paul's
son.
Sergeant Arnold.
Jimmy?
Want to tell
me what happened?
Not until my father
gets here.
This is
my case, Jimmy.
Not his.
[doctor]
His father's too
busy anyway.
What did
happen, Jimmy?
I ran the car smack into a pole
so the police would get us.
You want to start
at the beginning?
Okay.
[siren approaching]
We had a little gang, called
ourselves the Four Musketeers.
We weren't exactly a gang, but
we weren't angels either.
We'd swipe cigarettes
and stuff like that.
Just for
the kicks.
The other guys wanted to pull
a real caper tonight,
rob a liquor store.
Well, I wouldn't go for it,
so Banister, he's the leader,
pulled a gun on me, said "If I
didn't go through with it,
he'd blow my brains out!"
So there it was, get my head
bashed in or wreck the car.
That's it.
Well, that's not what
the fellas downstairs said.
Sure, they're
sore at me.
Said "I was chicken."
No, they said
the holdup was your idea.
And that you thought you
could get away with it
by using your
father's car.
You believe them?
They said "You
were the leader."Me?
[siren blaring]It was Banister!
Get him up here,
I'll make him talk!
Afraid that's
impossible.
Banister was killed.
[siren stops]
I'd better
tell Paul.
No,
I'll tell him.
Norma, what do ya say
we dress this wound?
[officer]
Paul!
Mike!
What happened--
Fall of your bike again?
I brought a young kid
in this time, Paul.
Well, he's
not exactly a kid.
A young fellow.
He ran his car into
a pole, however he...
he wasn't hurt
very badly.
Lucky!
The other fellow
with him wasn't so lucky.
Banged his head against
the dashboard.
In there?
In the morgue.
The boy
in there is...
Paul it's...
it's Jimmy,
your boy.
Jimmy...
Wait a second,
Paul!
I told you he
wasn't hurt very badly.
But he's in an awful
lot of trouble.
For reckless driving?
Look, Mike, these things
have been worked out before.
I've never seen 'em bring a
dead boy back to life, Paul.
Well, accidents happen
all the time.
Some people get
killed, some get hurt.
Who was driving?
Jimmy--
Your car.
Well, o-okay, so the car
skidded and ran into a pole,
you can't condemn
the boy for that!
Look, Paul...Now, just a minute!
There are two ways you
can make out your report.
One, you can make it look bad,
speeding, reckless driving.
Two, you can
get him out of it!
Say that he, he swerved to avoid
a pedestrian or another car!
You been a cop too long
to talk like that, Paul.
Nineteen years!
Two years before
Jimmy was born.
I'm entitled to some
kind of consideration.
Oh, anything I can do, Paul,
that's right, you know that...
All right, Jimmy.
Is he dressed?
You can come
in now.
Don't move!
Stay where
you are, Norma!
Now raise your
hands.
Better do
what he says.
You and the doctor,
over against the wall.
Jimmy, give me that gun
before you get in deeper.
I'm already
over my head!
It can
get worse, Jimmy.
So will you if you
don't shut up!
Norma, over here.
The other side!
That's far
enough!Jimmy... Please.
Please, what?
Take the rap
for somebody else?
No thanks!
Now turn around.
Jimmy.
How do you expect
to get out of here?
With you and him
leading the way.
And Norma
right in front of me.
Well-- What are you
waiting for?
Come on.
Wait a minute.
Any tricks,
she gets it first.
Let's go.
Jimmy!
Where do ya think
you're going?
To get my wife, and
I'd like to see ya stop me!
Then take a
good look!
Come on--
Come on!
Shut up!
Look, I'm a citizen
and you're just a cop,
and don't you forget
that!
I'm just a cop!
But you're a punk--
Don't forget that!
I'm goin' out the fire escape,
don't anybody try to stop me.
All right,
Norma, get going!
Everybody out there.
You too,
Norma.
Jimmy--
Gimme that gun!
Not a chance.
I'm comin' to
get it!Don't!
Listen to me,
Jimmy.
I'm your father,
I can help ya.
Nobody can
help me!
I'll get ya
the best lawyer.
I got pull!
They're tryin'
to railroad me!
Now, don't come any closer,
I'm warning you!
[gun fires, shattering]
I'm too good
a shot to miss.
Next time, I won't!
[switchboard ringing]
I told ya,
don't come any closer!
You'll never get
it open.
Then you will.
I can't let
ya escape, son.
Do what I say!
All right,
Jimmy.
No-- Don't!
[gun fires]
Oh, sorry!
Didn't know you
were here.
Come on in, we're
all doctors under the skin.
Well, speaking as a
non-professional,
the difference
ends right there.
Dr. Carey.
You, uh, must
have a first name?
It's Janet.
Which proves
you're a woman.
But I've known that
for a year.
Been a whole
year, hasn't it!
Since we've been at
the hospital!
Almost.
You've been going
with that fella, that, um...
Ben Caldwell?All this time?
Just about.
How much longer
you gonna hang on?
It's all over,
Dave.
He walked out tonight, I-
I don't think he'll be back.
Well, he might.
Men are creatures
of impulse.
It doesn't matter.
Ben and I have
nothing in common.
Like, uh, medical
careers?
Light?
Thank you.
You know, some men fall
in love with, uh,
sparkplugs,
tires, crank cases...
And some with sutures
and scalpels.
All right,
I'm a doctor.
What's more important,
I'm a man.
When I want
something...
[Fran on P.A.]
Dr. Carey, please.
Dr. Carey, please.
An O-B call.
To be continued.
Well, uh, how 'bout
having breakfast with me?
Morning can be as lonesome
as night, can't it?
I know.
I've been eating
breakfast alone too long now.
It's an O-B in the Silver Lake
district, Doctor.
Oh, you all ready?
All set, Doctor.Let's go then.
[sirens blaring]
Well, I gave
him a sedative.
He'll sleep
it off.
What about
the foot?
It's only
a flesh wound.
He won't have to
be hospitalized.
Paul, about
the revolver.
I spoke to the others, we
won't put it in the record.
Thanks.
Okay if I stay
for a while?
Sure.
When he wakes up,
he's going to need you.
[siren blaring]
You got
here fast!
Not us, we're racing
the stork.
Looks like a bad one.
One D-B, five
others banged up.
Can you give
us a hand?
We'll ask the doc--
She's in the back.
You the doctor?What's up?
Motorcycle
and three cars.
One's a sports job,
a Mercedes I think.
The Mercedes,
where is it?
Over there.
Here's your
kit, Doctor.
You and Vera go ahead
with the ambulance.
[siren blaring]
Doctor!
[groaning]
This woman's
coming to.
[groaning continues]
Morphine?
[siren approaching]
There's the ambulance
I called for.
This'll hold her till
she gets to the hospital.
She's the woman whose
husband was killed.
That guy is lucky or
he wore his safety belt.
Let's get him
out of there.
Over here!
We've got five live ones to
carry-- that's right isn't it?
Right.
And one man dead.
I'll radio for
another ambulance.
Bet I ruined
your car.
Oh, it doesn't matter,
I can always buy a new one.
But a new son.
If... if anything
happened to him...
Fine son you're
worried about.
The way I let
ya down.
It's the other
way around.
I let you down.
Working nights,
sleeping days.
Not being around
when you needed me.
It's not enough to have
a cop in the family,
it's more important
to have a father.
[siren blaring]
Dad, did I louse
up your career?
You didn't
hurt it at all.
Look, son, I... I
know the truth.
I talked to
the two boys downstairs.
'Bout how Ed Banister forced
you to drive at gunpoint
and why you
wrecked the car.
Some of the things you
did were wrong,
but I-I'm glad you
knew where to draw the line,
even if it
meant this.
Don't worry, Dad.
I'll take
my punishment.
We'll take it
together.
I'll come
back for you.
[Janet]
What some people
won't do for sympathy.
I'm getting attached
to this place.
What hurts, Ben?
My Mercedes.
Uh, they're ready for
the transfusion in three.
Mind staying a minute,
Sergeant,
till one of
the nurses gets here?
Sure.
I'll be back
as soon as I can.
[groaning]
Can you hear me?
M-my corn.
It hurts
so awfully.
Vera, take off
her shoes.
Yes, Doctor.
It's always the little
things that bother folk.
How is she?
She's holding
her own.
What about
the other woman?
Mrs. Gibler?
She's taking
a nap.
We'll put
the young fellow in four.
Keep an eye on one,
will ya?
Vera, give
Dr. Carey a hand.
I'll take another look
at Mr. Wilson in two.
Why can't I
have a cigarette?
I'm sorry, mister, there's no
smoking in the treatment rooms.
Rules are made to
be broken.
[Norma]
Not here
they're not.
How do ya feel?
Like getting out
of this place.
Wait a minute.
The doctor'll
be back in a jiffy.
Jimmy?He's all right.
He'll be going home with me,
but that's not the end of it.
Don't take it out
on him, Paul.
I'm not blaming
the boy, Norma.
He's only a kid.
I'll stick right with him
through juvenile court
if he has to appear.
Count me in, huh?
And then I'm going to transfer
to the juvenile squad.
Now that I
know what it's like
to be on the other
side of the fence.
When I see what can happen
to kids...
well, maybe I
can help some of them
the way I'm gonna
help Jimmy.
[groaning]
Just try to take it
easy, Mr. Wilson.
Can he be questioned?
May I have
your name, please?
Robert Wilson.
Were you in
the other car?
Yes, Sir.
Me and my
wife were...
where is my wife?
How is she?
We're trying to take care
of everybody, Mr. Wilson.
As fast as we can.
Were you driving?
No, Sir.
Frank Stuber,
he's my brother-in-law.
It was his car.
What happened--
Do you know?
We had a blowout and went over
into the oncoming traffic.
We hit a boy
on the motorcycle.
That boy!
That boy!
He's all right,
Mr. Wilson.
We killed that boy--
We killed him!
The boy
is in four.
Take it easy.
How do ya feel?
Could be worse, Doc.
I'm a detective.
Oh, it
wasn't my fault.
I was just...I know.
The car
had a blowout.
Oh, was that it?
I thought they
were drunk.
So many drunks
on the freeway.
Man I'm lucky that other guy
didn't run over me!
What other guy?
The fella in
a fancy sports job.
Comin' right at me after I
landed on the freeway.
He swerved and crashed
his car so he wouldn't hit me.
Boy, I was shakin' hands
with the angels!
What's your name?
Harry Alverson.
I wish
I knew his.
I'd sure like to shake
his hand.
His name
is Caldwell.
Ben Caldwell.
The Playboy?
The Sportsman.
Paul, do you know
who's in four?
Dr. Carey, fella
with a busted shoulder.
Who's in one?
The man who drove
the sports car, Ben Caldwell.
Thanks.
What are you
doing up?
He wants
to leave.
No law
against it.
No, we can't hold a man here
against his own wishes.
Couple a bruises,
that's all.
I'd like to give you
a more thorough check up.
No, thanks, but I'll see
my own doctor later.
Norma, will you get
Mr. Caldwell's card please?
Guess I won't get to
the desert today after all.
Was planning on some
time trials.
You mean you were getting
up at six o'clock this morning
for that?
Up, nothing,
haven't been to bed yet.
Well, you'll have
plenty of time to rest,
now that your Mercedes
is out of commission.
Ah, you don't
know my mechanic.
Two months, we'll be in
the Torey Pines Races.
You're kidding.
Watch
the news reels.
Thanks.
Would you sign here,
please, Mr. Caldwell?
Complete examination
refused.
You want my
John Henry under that?
Please.
Thank you.
Thank you,
Norma.
[elevator buzzing]
Thanks, Doctor.
He-- he shouldn't
leave here alone!
It was his
idea, Janet.
Come on, I'll buy you a
quick cup of coffee.
Do you know
what he did?
Who?
Ben.
He purposely
wrecked his car
so he wouldn't hit
that young fellow.
[whistling]
He risked his life.
If anything ever
happened to him...
You wouldn't become
Mrs. Caldwell.
Mrs. Caldwell.
Thanks for
the coffee!
You're welcome.
Emergency Hospital,
may I help you?
Was either one killed?
I see.
Yes.
We'll send an
ambulance over right away.
What is that address
please?
Thank you.
This is three.
We're sending an ambulance
to eight 16 Palmetto.
Two men
shot each other.
You're welcome.
Why do they
always wait for morning?
Doesn't anything
happen at night?
[switchboard ringing]
Emergency Hospital,
may I help you?
[siren blaring]