Emergency! (1972–1979): Season 1, Episode 11 - Crash - full transcript

John and Roy bring in a football player who was tackled too hard. A burglar has a heart attack. Johnny wants Roy to apologize for calling him "some kind of nut." Dr. Early treats a hypochondriac. A babysitter brings in a child who has swallowed some pills. Roy and John rescue the occupants of a light plane that crashed in a tree.

(woman on PA system)
Mrs, Smith, 65, please.

(Dixie) Anything new
on the boy's parents?

The team manager had them on
the phone before we left the field,

shouldn't be long.

Where is he? Where's my boy?

Are you the Johnsons?

Yes. We came as soon as
possible. What happened?

Your son was tackled
by three linemen.

He was hit a little too hard.

You see? You see
what's happened?

(Roy) I'm sure he's
gonna be okay, ma'am.



Oh, what do you know?
You're only a fireman. Joanne.

I want to see him. Please?

Well, the doctor just
started the examination.

I want to see him. Please,
I must. Let me see him.

(woman on PA system) Can I
have a doctor in Treatment 1?

All right. Just for a minute.

Thank you.

Timmy.

Oh, my God.

The boy's parents.

What is it, Doctor?
What's wrong?

Well, right now,
all I can tell you

is he's suffered a
blow to the head.

When we've finished
with the examination,



I'll be able to tell
how serious it is.

Well, if you don't
know how serious it is,

what are you
giving him that for?

It's... It's just a
precaution, so there won't

be any complications
later on, to prevent shock.

Now, as soon as I'm finished, I'll be able
to tell you exactly what his condition is.

When will that be?
After he's dead?

[sobbing]

Doctor, his BP is 120
over 80. Pulse is 78.

Get X-Ray on the phone.

Have them set up for a full skull
series and echoencephalogram.

(Dixie) Has Tim ever complained
of headaches or dizziness?

Never. He's a very strong boy.

Has he ever had a
head injury before?

No.

He's never been exposed
to anything like that before.

Joanne, please.

Oh, I think I have
enough information.

It shouldn't be much longer.

I hope you're
satisfied. Satisfied?

Yes, it's your fault,
you know that.

Look, the boy...

You just had to insist
on his playing football.

Joanne, Tim wanted
to try out for the team.

He's a fine athlete.

You encouraged him.

Well, what was I supposed
to do, talk him out of it?

Tell him to try out for the
debating team instead?

He's a boy, and all
boys want to play football.

It's part of growing up.

Does that include getting
his brains knocked out?

Is that part of growing up, too?

Joanne, it was an accident.

An accident that would never

have happened if he
hadn't been playing football.

Well, it could have
happened some place else, uh.

He could have fallen out of
that tree house in the backyard,

playing with his friends,
crossing the street.

Honey, we can't
wrap him in cellophane

and expect him to
grow up to be a man.

Your idea of a man.

Someone who can score a
touchdown, or hit a home run,

or knock someone
out in the ring.

You know, I think sometimes you
want your son to do these things,

because you're too old
yourself to do them anymore.

Honey, you can't
mean that. You're upset.

[siren wailing]

Hiya, Tim, how are you doing?

I'm okay.

They sure run a lot
of tests around here.

Nothing but the best for the
Washington Junior High Cowboys.

How'd you know that?

I could tell from the
color of your jersey.

How'd you know that?

Can you keep a secret?

Well when I was your age, I was
a pom-pom girl at Washington.

No kidding.

[shushing]

Well, your tests and
x-rays all seem to indicate

you're one very
tough football player.

Then can I go home?

How do you feel?

Fine.

Anything hurt?

Nope.

Feel dizzy? Nope.

Do you know how you got here?

In an ambulance.

What grade are you in?

Third year in junior high.

Do you like playing football?

Yep.

What position do you play?

Quarterback.

Do you remember what the
play was when you got clobbered?

I'll say. Quarterback
sneak with no hole.

What was the score
when it happened?

I think, 21 to 14.

Who was winning? We were.

Good boy.

I think our young
Unitas has it all together.

Then can I go home?

Uh, how about tomorrow morning?

I'd like to keep an eye
on you a little while longer.

Okay. As long as I'm back
in time for the next game.

I will play, won't I, Doctor?

Well, that's up to
your parents, Tim.

Yeah.

Are they here?

Yeah. They're
waiting for my report.

My mom, I bet she's
pretty upset, huh?

Well, you know how mothers are.

They kind of worry a lot.

Me and Dad are
gonna have to do a lot

of hard talking to
get out of this one.

Well, I'm sure
you'll find a way.

And maybe our pom-pom girl
here can give you a few pointers.

(woman on PA system) Dr,
Baker, outside call, please.

Doctor.

He's fine.

Thank God.

He suffered a minor concussion.

It's not unusual with kids that
are involved in contact sports.

Well, will there be
any... Lasting effects?

No, nothing more than
perhaps a sore head by evening.

I'd like to keep him overnight
as a precaution though.

You can take him home tomorrow.

But he'll need
several days' rest.

Thank you very much, Doctor.

Sure.

(woman on PA system) Dr,
Alex Lopez, wanted in Surgery,

I'm sorry.

Forgive me?

Looks like another
touchdown for our side.

I guess you can't blame 'em.

You know, every time we
get a call, and it's to help a kid,

I can't help thinking
about my own two.

I wonder how I'd feel
if one of them was hurt.

Like any other parent,
frightened, upset,

wishing you could trade places.

You'd feel just
like the Johnsons.

Wouldn't he, Johnny?

Huh? Oh, yeah.

I'll be in the squad.

What's with him?

You got me.

His jaw's been
dragging on the floor

since he came on this morning.

Hmm, better do something quick
before he wears it to the bone.

Believe me, I've tried.

You've just witnessed the
first unsolicited conversation

I've had from him all day.

Looks like you have a problem.

No, actually, it's a kind
of a refreshing change.

[beeping]

(man on radio) Squad
51, a possible heart case.

417 North Belmont.

417 North Belmont.

Cross street, Eveward.
Time out: 10:10.

Squad 51, 10-4.

Keep in touch.

Possible heart attack,
Johnny, let's move it.

Where to?

[engine starting]

[siren wailing]

(man on radio) Engine
15, return to quarters.

He's inside. He
looks real bad, too.

His wife came running
out there waving me down.

I was just passing by.

Put it up above his head.

I told you they'd
be here right away.

Rampart, this is Rescue 51.

Rampart, this is Rescue 51,

Go ahead, 51.

Rampart, we have a male victim.

Approximate age...

Thirty-nine.

Thirty-nine. He's unconscious.

Blood pressure, 110 over 50.

Rate, 110 and regular.

Respiration, 12 and shallow,

We've started two liters of
oxygen per minute on him,

51, send me a strip of EKG.

Stand by.

Does he have a history
of a heart condition?

I don't think so, no.

Well, how has he
been feeling lately?

Fine, just fine.

Rampart.

EKG is set up.
Transmitting lead two.

[high-pitched humming]

51, confirm sinus tachycardia.

Start IV 05W.

10-4.

[car door closing]

Don't worry, they
know what they're doing.

What do you got?

Possible heart attack.

Are you his wife?

Yes.

Hmm, then you can
answer some questions.

What for?

Oh, this is just routine.
Just for the record.

You a relative?

Oh no, I'm a plumber.
I was just passing by.

Uh, she came out
waving for help.

What is your husband's name?

Uh,

Mr... Mr. Remson.

First name?

Joe, Joseph.

[crashing]

Patient is in V-fib.

Defibrillate, 400 watt-seconds.

Give one amp sodium bicarbonate.

10-4.

Get on that oxygen.

[thudding]

[high-pitched humming]

No conversion. Hit him again.

[thudding]

He's back.

(John) He's
breathing on his own.

51, start a Iidocaine drip
and recheck vital signs.

Is there an ambulance there?

Affirmative.

Continue EKG and
bring him on in, 10-4.

And it looks like he has a
good chance of pulling through.

Will he have to stay
in the hospital long?

Well, that depends
on his recovery.

Was he going on a trip?

What?

Was he going on a trip?

I noticed the suitcases
behind the chair.

Oh, yes, um, uh,

a business trip.

Well, he won't be
going on one for a while.

See you guys around.

He's all yours. Give
him a nice, gentle ride.

Johnny, I'll join you later.

What's going on here?

What's your name, sir?

The name is Remson.
I happen to live here.

I thought you said...

Are these yours?

Yes, they're mine.

What are they doing down here?

Do you mind if I open this?

(Mr. Remson) No.

Who are these people?

I'd say they were a
couple of burglars,

who were in the process of
cleaning you out, Mr. Remson.

Ma'am, you're under arrest.

Ross, you want to take her in?

I'll ride in with the ambulance.

He'll need close observation
treatment and plenty of rest.

I guess he'll be
getting a lot of that.

There's a good possibility.

Is this what you call a
double jeopardy, Doc?

Very good job, even if
it was a little unusual.

What do you expect from
an A-number-one team?

Do I detect a
note of discontent?

Why, no, Doc.

What stupid nut wouldn't

want to work with the
world's greatest paramedic?

What brought that on?

That's the deepest
mystery of our times.

(man on radio)
Ten-four, Copter 2.

Meet Division 4
in the parking lot,

Negative, Division 2.

Uh, you ready to go, partner?

Yeah, but first, I'd like to
find out what's bugging you.

Why should there be
anything bugging me?

Why have you been moping around
all day? It's not like you, Johnny.

Oh, It's not like me? Yeah.

Have you become an
expert on John Gage now?

Look, I know what you've
been thinking about me.

What are you talking about?

You know exactly
what I'm talking about.

No, it hasn't sunk in
yet. Please enlighten me.

You know, you're
really something.

First you put me down,

then at the same time, you
act like we're big buddies.

You know, I'm beginning to
think you're some kind of a nut.

When did I put you down?

See, there you go.

Look, if you don't like me,
just let me know, all right?

I like you.

Fine, then don't put me down.

I'm not.

You already have.

When?

Now, see, you did
it just then. You...

[exclaiming]

(man on radio) Engine 147, 10-4.

Don't even talk about
it. I'm through talking.

Whenever you get
ready to admit it,

then I'll consider
accepting your apology.

Apology? For what?

You know what for.

Squad 51 available.

[engine starting]

(man on radio) Squad 51,

Dr. Early.

Dr. Early, Dr. Early.

Hey, slow down. What is it?

A patient, Doctor.
She's really sick.

Did you have
someone look at her?

Well, she only
wants you, Dr. Early,

nobody else but you.

What are you running around for?

Why didn't you have me paged?

Paged? I didn't think of that.

Okay, where is she?

Right in here, Doctor. Hurry.

Oh, Dr. Early.

Hello, Mrs. Anderson.

I'm so glad you could come.

I just get so scared
of anybody else.

Any new diagnostic
theories, Reggie?

Well, I've given this
quite a bit of thought,

and I think this
time I finally got it.

I can't wait.

Reggie, tell him why my
stomach's in such pain.

Lie down. Well, It's gonna
take an operation, Doc.

You know what that
means, don't you, Dr. Early?

No such thing, honey.

Honey, It's right there
in the medical book.

He's just trying to
comfort me, Dr. Early.

I know what that operation is.

You have one, then
another, and another,

and again until
there's just nothing left.

I'd rather have three
months as a whole woman

than a year as a helpless animal

just waiting to be
put out of her misery.

She's got it all wrong, Doc.

The symptoms prove it.

Uh-huh.

Now let me see, Katie had her
appendix out about 14 years ago.

Isn't that right, honey?

That's right. He knows.

See, that proves
it, Doc. You know.

But it's not an important operation,
sweetheart, so don't worry.

Oh, I know you try, Reggie, you
really do try, and I love you for it.

Give her a shot for
the pain, will you, Doc?

Well, just a small shot.

Why a small one?

Oh, because I
want to be conscious

through as much
of this as possible,

even if it means
experiencing this pain.

Through as much of what?

The little time I have left.

I know it's common practice to
keep your patients drugged but...

and let them die in
peace, but I don't want that.

I want to be able to have
my Reggie by my side

all the time, up
until the very end.

Now who said
anything about dying?

Nobody had to. I just know it.

How? Did Reggie tell you?

Oh, he didn't have
to. I just know it.

Oh, Dr. Early.

Oh, Nurse.

Uh, Doc, like I said, it was
right there in the medical book.

I wrote it down.

I got it right here in my
pocket. Wait a minute.

"An obstruction of
the lower intestine

due to an adhesion from
a previous appendectomy."

Hmm?

You really had to dig
for that one, didn't you?

I hit it right on the
button, huh, Doc?

Here, sit up, Mrs. Anderson.

[exclaiming]

Drink this.

You're just about 360
degrees off, Reggie.

I ruled that out the
last time you were here.

You did?

Okay, let me guess.

You and Katie went
out last night, right?

Umm, yeah.

To José's?

Yeah.

That's where you
went the last time, right?

Remember what I told you
about the chorizo sausage?

[sighing]

Chemo sausage.

[burping]

Excuse me.

The pain.

The pain's gone.

Really?

It really is, Reggie.
The pain is gone.

It's not what-you-call-it,
you know,

what-do-you-call-it
in the lower intestine?

You're cured again,
Mrs. Anderson.

Did you hear that, Reggie?

Yeah, come on.
Let's get out of here.

Where to?

I've got to get me
another medical book.

Okay. Why, that Reggie,
he's a darling, my Reggie.

Aren't they just the
sweetest couple, Doctor?

Yeah, Sharon, just
perfect for each other.

And both suffering from the
same disease, acute hypochondria.

He swallowed some pills.

I was babysitting with him.

I should've been more careful.

Do you know what kind of pills?

These.

Pentobarbital.

He's stopped
breathing. Ambu bag.

Laryngoscope.

Start an IV with 05W and
draw blood for barbiturate level.

Respirator.

IV's started.

Hook up EKG.

EKG is ready.

What've you got, Kell?

OD. Pentobarbital.

Bradycardia, 30 and dropping.

We've got to increase the heart
rate before he goes into arrest.

Let's try one-half
milligram atropine.

[beeping]

It's not working.

Let's try half cc
of epinephrine.

Let's go with a pacemaker.

Take over, Joe.

Bagging.

Are you going to use a cutdown?

No, percutaneous.

It's in position now, Kell.

Set it at a rate of 80.

It's working.

Pacing well at 80.

What's the lab report?

Blood analysis shows 2.6
milligrams barbiturate level.

Pentobarbital capsules left lying
around the house for the kid to swallow.

Might as well
leave a loaded gun.

Yeah. Continue D5W.

Yes, Doctor.

Transfer him up to the
Pediatric Intensive Care Unit.

I'll write up the orders.

I'll have a talk with
the babysitter, Kell.

She must be feeling pretty bad.

(woman on PA system)
Dr, Smith, an emergency.

Dr, Smith, an emergency.

Hi.

We think he's
going to be all right.

Really?

He'll have to stay
in the hospital,

until his condition stabilizes.

But, it shouldn't be too long.

The important thing
is he's out of danger.

It was all my fault.

I was supposed
to be watching him,

only I thought he
was taking a nap.

Well, medicine shouldn't be left
around where children can get to it.

His parents trusted me.

I should've been more careful.

He might have died.

But he didn't.

And it was your quick
thinking that saved him.

You didn't waste any
time getting him here,

and you brought
the bottle along,

so the doctor could
see what he'd taken.

You did the right thing.

How am I going to
explain it to his parents?

Would you like
me to talk to them?

Oh, would you?

Do you know where they are?

I have a number.

Come on, let's give them a call.

It's 457-2438.

(man on radio) Patrol
2, call your office.

Hey, DeSoto, what
is bugging Gage?

I just said something to him, and
he almost snapped my head off.

Don't ask. He's not talking.

He'd rather brood.

[sighing]

Aw, what are you brooding
about, Johnny baby?

All right, Chet, you tell him.

Uh-huh, so now Chet's
in on the secret, eh?

What secret?

Ah-ah, ah, ah. Now
don't dummy up.

Go ahead, Kelly. Tell
him what you told me.

Now my fine-feathered friend
here seems to have a bad memory.

(Chet) What did I tell you?

Remember last night?
The double date?

Oh!

All I remember is that chick.

She was something else.

It's like an instant replay.

All right, Chet.

Look, forget the
chick, will you?

Just remember the conversation.

Remember what you told me,

what he said about me to
you, and then you told me?

Oh, you mean, when you turned the
water glass upside down on the napkin?

Yeah, yeah, right. Yeah.

Yeah, I said it. So what?

Now we're getting warmer.

So what did I say that
you said that I said?

That your partner here is a nut.

Ah! Aha, aha.

What about it?

You admit it?

That you're some kind of a nut?

Yeah, I said it. So what?

How would you like to work
with a guy that thinks you're a nut?

Uh, excuse me, fellas. I
think I've got a phone call.

10-4, engine 41.

You're a nut.

But you're a
friendly kind of nut.

Oh, that's a heck
of a thing to say

about somebody you
work every shift with.

Is this what's been
grinding on you all day?

Yes, you bet it is.

So when did you
get so sensitive?

When I found out what
my best buddy thinks of me.

You're really serious.

Yes. Yes, I am.

I'm sorry. I apologize.

Squad 31, no answer
on the call back, Over.

But you still think I'm some
kind of a nut, don't you?

Engine 236, return to quarters.

I think I'll take the
Fifth Amendment.

[alarm buzzing]

Squad 51, Squad “0.

Sierra Madre Police report an
aircraft down, Bald Mountain area.

Meet Copter 14 at Station 93.

Station 93. Time out: 1410.

Squad 51, ten-four, KMG 365.

[siren wailing]

Jay Benson. Sierra
Name Search & Rescue.

John Gage. Roy DeSoto.

Looks like we're
gonna work together.

Yeah, we're glad to have you.

Do you know anything
about the Bald Mountain area?

That's a real grabber.

We took some campers
out of there last summer.

[siren approaching]

[helicopter blades whirring]

What do we know
besides aircraft down?

That's all we know so far.

Come on, Kirk.

Okay, let's go.

Can you give us a rundown?

Last radio contact with the
plane was about 30 minutes ago.

They were in the Bald Mountain
area and running low on fuel.

How many people on the plane?

As I understand, three.

A man, his wife,
and their child.

(man on radio) Copter 14, LA,

Patrol plane reports sighting
of aircraft on Overton Ridge

two miles due
east of willow creek.

Copter 14.

Got them.

Right in the top of those trees.

No way I can put you down there.

The downwash of this copter would
blow that plane right out of its nest.

What do you suggest?

Well, I can put you on a
firebreak about two miles east.

You'll have to hoof it in.

Good enough.

There's a trail over
on the other end.

It'll take us up about
a-mile-and-a-half.

From the looks of that
plane, I hope we're needed.

Well, let's get to it.

This is where
we leave the trail.

It should be right
over this ridge.

I can see the ad now:

Join the Fire Department and
become a mountain climber.

Quit complaining. Look at
the big money you're making.

Ha-ha. That's cute.

Say, that was cute.

Hello! Can anybody
hear us up there?

Thank God. I thought
we'd never be found.

Any suggestions?

Well, that plane doesn't
look too solid up there.

Right.

What we'll do is
we'll send your men

up that tree and
my men up this tree.

We'll string lines across
and underneath the plane,

forming a cradle.

Larry, Gene,
Bob, let's hop to it.

Here, Kirk, you wanna
hook those lines together?

Whew.

Heads up.

Oh, my God.

It's all right.

There's plenty of
people here to help you.

Now just take it easy.
Are you in any pain?

My leg, I think it's broken.

But... But help my
boy and my husband.

I don't know how
badly they're injured.

All right.

Send up my belt.

Heads.

Send up the rest
of the equipment.

Heads.

Okay. Tie it off to the
base of the tree over there.

Watch it.

Mommy! We're falling again, Mom.

Take it easy, son.
You're gonna be all right.

Look, you're gonna have to
try not to move around so much.

My dad said we ran out of gas.

As soon as I get that
other rope secure,

this plane ought
to be less freaky.

Let's hope so.

These people aren't
exactly gonna be able

to walk out of here
by themselves.

We're gonna have
to rig a diagonal line,

to slide these stretchers down.

That sounds tricky.

Well, I'm open for suggestions.

Okay. I'll set it up
with Benson's men.

Okay.

Rampart Base, this is Rescue 51.

(man on radio) Go ahead, 51,

Rampart, we have three
victims of an airplane crash.

The injuries are as follows:

number one, an eight-year-old
boy with a possible broken arm,

and lacerations
around the forehead.

Number two, we have a
40-year-old unconscious male,

with a possible concussion.

Number three, a woman
with a fractured leg,

All right, send up
the first Stokes.

(John) Okay, take it away.

The line's snarled.

All right, I'll get it. Hold.

Whoa!

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Now how the heck
did you do that?

Wait till we get on the ground.

I'll give you a full-page story.

How would you like to
have him for a partner?

All right, send up
the other stretcher.

(man on radio)
Engine 163, Squad 39,

Woman down 1253 Castona Drive,

Have to take it
more in. That's it.

Oh.

You have a fine crew, Jay.

Ah, you paramedics
do a fair job yourself.

Thanks. See you
next time around.

Yeah, take care.

I'm taking no more chances.

You know, you did
a fine job down there.

Thank you.

Hey, you're not
mad at me anymore.

Mad at you? What for?