Emergency! (1972–1979): Season 1, Episode 5 - Dealer's Wild - full transcript
John keeps losing at cards and being stuck with doing the dishes at the station, so he creates his own card game. Roy talks down a boy in a plane after the pilot (his father) has a heart attack. The paramedics respond to an attempted suicide, an overturned truck and a teenage overdose victim.
[alarms buzzing]
First bell. Freeze.
[grunting]
I said, freeze.
All right, who's got what?
[dispatcher chattering on radio]
You're low, Gage. You've
got the dishes again.
Now wait a minute...
Forget it. We said we'd
play one hand till the first bell
and you lost. So start washing.
I don't suppose anybody
would like to help me dry?
[sighing]
[alarms buzzing]
(dispatcher) Squad 51,
unknown rescue, Serrano Airport,
At Serrano Airport,
Time out 12:41.
LA Squad 51, 10-4. KMG 365.
(dispatcher) LA clear. KMG 941.
[siren wailing]
What've you got?
Guy in trouble. Why
do you think I called?
Where?
[plane whirring]
It's this kid called
in on the Unicom.
Said he's flying with his dad
and the old man collapsed.
Now the kid's flying the plane.
How old is the kid?
Hey, you better talk to him.
(boy) Serrano Unicorn,
Serrano Unicorn,
D-Do you read me?
Serrano Unicorn,
Answer me. Tell me what to do.
Serrano Unicorn,
06 Golf. Go ahead. We read you.
This is Serrano Unicom.
(boy) What're you
doing down there?
06 Golf. This is
Fireman Roy DeSoto.
I'm a rescue paramedic
with the Los Angeles
County Fire Department.
(boy) Get us down.
Please get us down.
We will.
We will, son.
What's your name?
Frankie. Frankie Pierce.
Well, Frankie,
why don't you tell me a
little bit about your father?
I... I don't know.
He... he just collapsed.
(Roy) How long ago?
About 15 minutes.
Hey, you got to get us
down. My dad is dying.
(Frankie) He... He... He
seems to be gasping for breath,
H-His lips are blue,
Feel his skin, and
tell me how it feels.
(Roy) Hot and dry
or cold and damp?
I-It's seems to be
cold... cold and damp.
You... Hey, can't you
do anything down there?
We will. We...
We're working on it.
Cardiac?
Probably.
Frankie, do you have any
oxygen equipment aboard?
Yes, sir.
All right, Frankie.
I want you to adjust an
oxygen mask on your father.
Put it on full flow.
Do you understand?
Full flow.
I... |'|| try.
[sniffles]
[gasping]
[sighing]
Soon as we get
the father set up,
you're gonna have
to talk the kid down.
Who, me?
Why not you?
Look, mister, all I do
around here is pump gas.
I've never been up in
one of them little airplanes.
There must be other
pilots on the field.
Do you see any around?
We're gonna have to
get him to another airport
where he can get
some professional help.
What's the nearest
airport with a control tower?
Hey, don't you know anything?
Uh, might be one in the valley,
Van Nuys or
Burbank, or something.
No. No dice.
Last weather report
had them both socked in.
Now, the only thing to
do is keep him up there
until the cover burns off.
Shouldn't be more than an hour.
With his symptoms, in an
hour, his father could be dead.
[sighing]
The kid doesn't sound like
he has an hour left in him.
He's already on the edge.
(Frankie) Serrano
Unicorn! Serrano Unicorn!
We're standing by, Frankie.
Tell me what to do.
We're working on it, Frankie.
Are there any planes of
the same type on the field?
Yeah, there are a couple around.
Well, can you go out there
and get me an owner's manual
from one of them?
Hey, I can't go around opening
up other people's airplanes.
Johnny. Uh, come on, mister.
There is a law against
that kind of thing.
All right. Let's, uh...
[plane droning]
Frankie, what did
your dad teach you
about flying an airplane?
Well, just a bunch
of turns and climbs,
and mostly straight and level.
Straight and level.
(Frankie) Say it again?
I said that's
fine. It's real fine.
(Roy) You know, one of the
hardest things about flying a plane
is flying straight and level,
Stand by.
Well, this should give us
some performance data.
How do you know so
much about airplanes?
I used to be a real hot pilot.
Really? I didn't know
that. How many hours?
20. I almost had
my license, too.
Why don't you
make yourself useful?
Get on the phone with
the weather bureau.
Find out what the cloud
ceiling is at the other airports.
Frankie, how you doing?
(Frankie) Okay, But I can't
stay up here much longer, can I?
Take it easy. We'll get
you down in a minute.
No luck.
Cloud base is too low,
everywhere but here.
[whistling]
All right, Frankie,
we're... we're going to
start to bring you down.
What is your air speed?
120.
(Roy) All right, Frankie.
Maintain a speed
of 100 miles an hour.
You got that?
(Frankie) I 'II try.
How do you figure his chances?
If he doesn't panic and
spiral into the ground,
then 20-to-1 against him.
Is there any way that I can
get to a transmitter outside?
Yeah, you could
use one of the radios
in one of the planes
out on the line.
Why don't you warm one up?
Please?
All right.
(Frankie) I'm straight and
level at 100 miles an hour,
All right, Frankie.
(Roy) Now, we're going
to start bringing you down.
Did your father teach you
any instrument procedures?
Not really. I... I just
know the instruments.
Well, Frankie, your
primary instrument
is your artificial horizon.
Keep those wings level.
When you're ready,
ease your throttle back.
Watch your rate of descent.
Drop your flaps 20%.
Reduce your speed
to 80 miles an hour.
Maintain descent at
500 feet per minute.
You got that?
I'll try.
Good boy. Now you let me know
when you're ready to come down.
I'm gonna go outside
to the transmitter.
You better get on
the phone to LA.
Tell them we're going to
need rigs and an ambulance.
Right.
[siren wailing]
[plane droning]
I've got him up
here on this set.
Good.
Frankie, do you read me?
Frankie, do you read me?
Yes, sir. I guess I'm
ready to go down now.
Ease your throttle back, and
maintain 80 miles an hour.
Yes, sir.
(Roy) You get your eyes on
your instruments right now.
Yes, sir.
Don't look out until I tell you.
[airplane engine whining]
Frankie, you're diving!
(Roy) Frankie, you're diving!
Get that throttle
back and nose up.
(Roy) Frankie,
keep your nose up.
Ease it up.
I'll try. I'll try.
Now, keep your eyes on those
instruments. Don't look out.
(Roy) Watch those instruments,
What happens if he looks out?
Just hope he doesn't.
Frankie.
I think I got it.
Watch those instruments.
80 miles an hour air speed.
(Roy) 500 feet
per minute descent,
I'll try.
All right. You've gone
through the worst of it.
The rest is a piece of cake.
(Roy) You maintain
runway heading.
Continue descent at
500 feet per minute.
[sirens wailing]
[hydraulic hissing]
[dispatcher chattering]
Watch your air speed, Frankie.
Don't let it fall.
(Roy) Now, when I
give you the word,
I want you to
drop your flaps full.
Reduce your speed
to 70 miles an hour,
Frankie, full flaps.
Now ease your wheel back.
(Roy) Now, you're
looking good, looking good.
Oh, you're too high.
(Roy) You're too
high, Go around again.
[gasping]
Do you read me, Frankie?
Gun it and go around again.
Yes, sir.
Good boy.
Now this time, take it easy.
(Roy) You're looking good,
Frankie. You're looking good
Now, don't flare out till
I tell you to, You got it?
All the way back, Frankie.
[tires squeal]
(Roy) Chop your throttle.
Let's go.
[dispatcher chattering]
M-My dad.
We've got him.
[dispatcher chattering]
It's okay. You got
him down in time.
[sighing]
[siren wailing]
(woman over PA. system) Can I
have a doctor in Treatment One?
Can I have a doctor
in Treatment One?
Roy, is this the young man
who, uh, landed the plane?
This is Frankie Pierce.
Hello, Frankie.
I'm Dr. Brackett.
Is... Is my f-father
going to die?
Well, we'd be letting
you down pretty badly
if we let that happen.
You hang tight now, Frankie.
[heart monitor beeping]
Pressure?
100 over 60.
(Brackett) Pulse
and respiration?
Pulse weak.
Respiration 30, with RLv.
[heart monitor
beeping erratically]
(Dixie) He's gone into V-Fib.
(Brackett) 400.
[defibrillator beeping]
It's clear.
Clear.
He's back.
Great thing, electricity.
Wonder what they did
before it was invented.
All right, let's start
a Xylocaine drip.
Right, Kell. 2%
Xylocaine, 500 ads.
(woman over PA.
System) Dr. Allen, 63.
(Brackett) Hey, what's
everybody so glum about?
Let's see some smiles
around here, huh?
What... What about my dad?
Well, he's over the first
hurdle and running easy.
[sniffling]
[sniffles]
Go ahead and cry, Frankie.
You've earned the right.
[sobbing]
That was one fine
job you did out there
for 20 hours of flying time.
Oh, it wasn't just
the flying time.
I saw the whole thing
done in a movie once.
You know, Roy,
I've been thinking.
About what a lousy card
player you are. Right?
Do you know how many times
I've been stuck with the dishes
in the last eight shifts?
Exactly 15 times.
15 out of 16 is enough
to depress anybody.
Yeah, well, it depresses me.
[engine starting]
Squad 51 available,
returning to quarters.
(dispatcher) Squad 51,
Well, maybe you just
don't have any card sense.
A lot of people don't.
No, no, that's not it.
It's the kind of
games we're playing.
What about 'em?
We keep changing the rules.
So?
So, by the time I get
the game figured out...
We're playing something else.
Right.
Why don't you just
make up your own game?
(dispatcher) Utility 8, call
Station 49 your next stop.
You know, that's not a bad idea.
You know, I was thinking
about a kind of a poker game.
What are you talking about?
About inventing a new
kind of poker game,
you know, what we were
talking about this afternoon.
Oh, that. There aren't
any new poker games.
I've played them all.
Five card, seven
card, you name it.
What about 13 card?
Johnny, sometimes
you positively...
[alarms buzzing]
(dispatcher) Squad
51, Attempted suicide.
1127 North Moorpark,
Apartment 2-A.
1127 North Moorpark,
Apartment 2-A.
[siren wailing]
Cross street, Crocker.
Time out 20:33 hours,
[siren wailing]
[tires screeching]
Second floor. Apartment 2-A.
You're not gonna
believe this one.
I'll take this.
About as bad as I've ever seen.
[sighing]
(Roy) What happened?
(Deputy) Guy tried to kill
himself. Slashed his wrists.
Clear the hall. Please! Please!
Then turned on the gas.
I turned it off.
I think he took
some poison, too.
(Roy) Is he still alive?
(Deputy) Just barely.
But I sure don't know why.
There's an ambulance on the way.
[gasping]
(woman over PA.
System) Dr. Allen, 63.
Stat. [dent doctor.
Treatment Room 3.
Dr. Allen, 63.
[sighing]
Paperwork.
Yeah, tell me about it.
[sighing]
Well, how is he?
Still breathing.
For that guy, it's a
major accomplishment.
Hi.
(woman over PA. system)
Dr. Hoffman, 64, please.
Nice kid.
Took her out last
Friday. Had a great time.
Her opinion or yours?
[whispering] Yeah.
[heart monitor beeping]
Do we know who he is?
His name is Dave Morgan.
Age 44. He did
quite a job on himself.
The question is, where do
we begin to repair the damage?
Well, the boys
stopped the bleeding,
and we've pumped
out his stomach.
Cut.
Yeah, and with any luck, he'll
be up and around in a week
ready to try again.
[heart monitor
continues beeping]
Frankie.
Oh, Doctor. H-How's my dad?
At last report, he was
resting comfortably.
Is your mom here?
No, my mother is dead.
There's just the two
of us. Dad and me.
H-How bad is it, Doctor?
[sniffs]
Well, it's pretty serious.
Your dad's gonna
have to take it easy
for a long time after
he leaves the hospital.
Take it easy?
My dad isn't going to like that.
I mean, he always says:
"You've only got
one life to live,
so you should
make the most of it."
He sounds like quite a guy.
Yeah, he's the greatest.
Well, you can tell him for
me his kid isn't half bad either.
Hey, we've got to get
you some rest. Come on.
Fran.
Yes, Dr. Brackett?
This is Frankie Pierce.
Think you could find a spare
bed for my young friend here?
For a friend of yours,
Dr. Brackett, any time.
Thank you. Hey, I'll
see you later, huh?
Okay.
(woman over PA. system)
Miss, Jones, receptionist, please.
Miss Jones, reception, please.
Frankie, come on, honey.
[knocking on door]
Kell.
Hi.
Can you spare a cup of
coffee for a weary man?
Come on in.
[sighs]
You do look tired.
Not tired. Discouraged.
[exhales forcefully]
Would you believe a man
trying to commit suicide
three different ways?
Guy named Dave Morgan.
Cut his wrists, dropped
some rat poison
and then turned on the gas.
And then?
Well, we pulled him through.
He'll be up and
around in a few days,
ready to try again, I guess.
[sighing]
We've all seen some
pretty bad ones like that.
[sighing]
Yeah, but this
one tried so hard.
What's really bothering you?
You're out of character, Kell.
I suppose it's running
into young Frankie Pierce
after sewing up Morgan.
Kid's been at the hospital
since they brought his
father in this afternoon.
How's his father doing?
50-50.
If he lives, he'll have to
change his whole style of life.
I guess that's
what's got me, Dix.
Here's a man with a great
son, a great zest for life,
and the chances
are he won't make it.
All I can do for him won't
help him face the life he'll lead
if he gets through this attack.
And a guy like
Morgan wants to die,
tries desperately to die,
and I can put him together,
so he'll walk out of
the hospital a well man.
Oh, don't take it so hard, Kell.
You're not God.
With the kind of crazy, mixed-up
human race he has to deal with,
I wouldn't want to be.
Are you still working
on your new game?
Yeah. Been working
on it for two days.
Let's see.
Now what are you doing?
Figuring the odds
against getting a bagel.
What's a bagel?
Oh, it's like a straight,
but only every
other card counting,
like three, five,
seven, nine, jack.
Is it good or bad?
Oh, it beats everything
except a super bagel.
That's the same thing,
only all the cards
are the same suit.
Oh, then you've got wild cards,
like tens, twos,
and fours are wild.
Of course if you
get a joker then...
[alarms buzzing]
(dispatcher) Engine
51, Squad 51, Truck 127,
Foam 127, Engine 127.
Traffic accident with injuries,
tank truck involved.
8100 block, Commerce Street.
8100 block, Commerce
Street. Time out 15:50.
[sirens wailing]
[horn blaring]
[siren wailing]
Get those people back!
Bill!
[sirens approaching]
Start clearing that
area out back there.
If that stuff blows, this
whole place might go.
170 Sam One.
170 Sam One. Request
ambulance. My location.
(Deputy) 170 Sam One.
[sirens wailing]
[horn blaring]
[hydraulic brakes hissing]
There's only one man in there.
We tried to get him out, but
we don't have the equipment.
According to witnesses,
he was driving erratically.
He missed the curve,
and then, Wham!
Well, looks like
he's trapped in there.
We'll need Porta Power
and jacks. I'll get 'em.
[siren approaching]
L.A. Engine 51.
We have an overturned
tanker here at this location.
Spilling gasoline. We'll
need a power company.
We'll hold all
units at this scene.
(dispatcher) 10-4, Engine 51,
[siren wailing]
[siren stops]
Gasoline fire's all
we need around here.
Give him 150 pounds.
[horn blaring]
He's still alive.
[alarms buzzing over radio]
(dispatcher) Engine 34,
Engine 35, Station 45.
Lumberyard, 16980 Levenson.
16980 Levenson.
Cross street: Shoemaker.
Time 16:00.
Engine 18, see the
man at First and Cabin
regarding a hazardous situation.
Assistant One, repeat
the phone number,
10-4, Assistant One,
[ladder whirring]
Engine 18, this
squad is not available.
Do you need any
other assistance?
Battalion 1 has been
notified and is responding.
Better go on top. See
if that door will open.
It's still jammed.
[grunting]
I think it's loose now.
I'll go up and help him.
[metal grinding]
[alarms buzzing]
(dispatcher) Engine 95, Station
36, Station 127, Battalion 7,
46, 11, and 12.
Time 16:15.
[siren approaching]
(John) Okay. Get his
back. I got his head.
(Deputy) We're gonna
need a third man.
We need a stretcher
back here now.
We need a man on the back.
Okay, get his back.
I'll get his head.
We got him. Take him easy.
(dispatcher) Engine 96.10-4
Negative, Division 2.
Engine 15, return
to First, Hold it!
(dispatcher) Utility
One, Call Station 38,
10-4. Meet Division
4 in the parking lot,
Rampart, this is Rescue 51.
[clicking]
Go ahead, 51.
Rampart, we have
an accident victim.
His name is James Thompson.
A Valley address.
He is 45 years old.
He is unconscious.
No apparent injuries except
for a superficial head wound.
(John) Vital signs:
pulse 56, respiration 28,
Do we have a pressure?
120 over 70.
Blood pressure 120 over 70.
His left eye is badly dilated.
Plus his neck is
like a... a board.
This doesn't read right.
[clicking]
51, this is Rampart Base.
I'd like an EKG readout.
(John) 10-4,
[electronic buzzing]
51, can you give me
any more information?
Rampart, the victim regained
consciousness briefly.
He said something
like his head exploded.
51, start him on D5W,
and get him in here
as soon as you can. Rampart out.
51, 10-4.
Dix, find Joe
Early for me, fast.
And I want everything
set up for a skull X-ray
as soon as they bring him in.
[sirens wailing]
[brakes squeak]
[woman chattering on PA. system]
Thanks, Roy. Oh, excuse me.
Doc, is his condition
the result of the accident,
or was the accident the
result of what's wrong with him?
I wish I knew.
Let's go.
Uh, hi.
(woman over PA. system) Dr. Cantor,
go to the emergency entrance.
Dr. Cantor, go to the
emergency entrance.
You're really breaking her down.
She almost smiled.
[sighing]
Yeah, wait till next time.
Temperature?
100.3.
How's his blood pressure?
(Brackett) Normal. EKG normal.
No blood behind the ear drums.
Well, that's some
evidence against a fracture.
What about an X-ray?
They're standing by, Joe.
Let's get him down there.
While we're at it, let's get
an echoencephalogram.
Will do.
No hematoma, EKG normal,
blood pressure normal.
Slow pulse and respiration
and a slight temperature.
What does it read to you?
No fracture. Something inside.
Patient is vomiting,
seems in pain.
Stiff neck, the left
eye widely dilated.
Brain hemorrhage?
Yeah, but where?
Subdural.
Covers a lot of ground.
Let's wait for the encephalogram
and try for a spinal tap.
(Brackett) No sign of fracture.
(Joe) What does the
encephalogram show?
Well, there's been no shift
in the middle line structure.
I'm betting on a
subarachnoid blowout.
Let's see what the
spinal tap shows us.
Kell, Mr. Thompson's
wife is here.
Thanks, Dix.
I'll be right there.
What're you going
to tell her, Kell?
Oh, what we always
say at times like this:
"We're doing everything possible
for your husband,
Mrs. Thompson."
(woman over PA.
System) Stat, Ident doctor.
Treatment Room 3.
Between me and you, Chet.
Remember, tens,
twos, and fours are wild.
Make your best five-card
hand out of 13 dealt.
Wheel and deal, Gage.
Don't you want to
know what the rules are?
Oh, I'm sure you'll
be fair with a beginner.
[sighing]
[alarms buzzing]
(dispatcher) Squad
51, Possible overdose.
1041 Vine/and.
1041 Vine/and.
Cross street: Wilson.
Time out 19:30.
L.A. Squad 51.10-4.
This kind of thing is
happening too often.
Oh, don't worry, Cap. We'll
finish when we get back.
[engine starting]
[siren wailing]
[siren approaching]
[chattering on police radio]
[tires squealing]
[woman screaming]
[screaming]
[bawling]
What have you got?
I don't know. I just
got here myself.
But it looks like a trip to me.
[woman continues
screaming] Yeah, some trip.
[gasping]
[gasping loudly]
Anybody know who she is?
Donna Melvin.
Yeah, go on.
Well, that's her name.
We don't know
anything about her.
I mean, she just comes
around sometimes to visit my girl.
How did this start?
I don't know.
She was all right
and then she flipped.
Where does she live?
Down there. He's her brother.
Did she take any pills?
I wouldn't know what she took.
I didn't ask you what she took.
I asked you if you
saw her take any pills.
You don't have to tell
him anything, honey.
Did anyone see what she took?
Anything?
[crickets chirruping]
Is she your sister?
Yeah.
Where do you live?
In the bungalow court.
Don't hurt me!
Listen to me.
Your sister is sick.
It may be serious.
Don't you think you should
go home and tell your mother?
I can't go home.
Why can't you?
She's got company.
[siren approaching]
[people chattering]
She'd ODed, all
right. Probably acid.
What do we do?
Well, her mother won't be
coming. She's entertaining.
[breathing heavily]
Well, she's in a bad way.
We'd better call Rampart.
Get an okay on an IV.
What for?
They need a parent's
consent at the hospital
before we can treat her.
[groans]
Well, what do we do?
Just let her lie here?
What else can we do?
Except take her in...
and hope the mother
shows up before it's too late.
Yeah.
Maybe the deputy
can locate her in time.
I'll ask him.
Let's take her and
I'll ride in with you.
That tells us something.
Subarachnoid.
About third stage.
That still covers
a lot of ground.
We'll need a bilateral angiogram
to pinpoint the blowout.
Care to make an educated
guess from what we know already?
Come on, Kell, you've
seen these things before.
Probably a ruptured aneurism.
In which case we
have to go in there fast
and tie it off before
there's another blowout.
Yeah, but we're
only guessing, Joe.
You'll have to stabilize him
before getting an angiogram.
Delay can kill him.
Yeah. And a wrong
guess can kill him, too.
We'll try him on
hydroxyzine and mephenesin.
Nothing to be
administered orally.
Oh, and chloral hydrate.
Right away.
Well, that's it, Joe.
We'll get him settled down
and try for the angiogram.
You're the boss.
Yeah.
(woman over PA. system)
Calling Dr. Alex Lopez,
Dr. Brackett.
How is my husband?
Nobody will tell me anything.
Mrs. Thompson, would you
please come and sit down?
Now, I'm going to tell you
exactly what's happened.
Your husband has suffered a
form of cerebral hemorrhage.
He's going to die.
No. Now, that's
not necessarily true.
He will be sick for a while,
and he may suffer
some impairment,
but we won't know
about that until later.
We may have to operate.
What are his chances?
I... I... I can take
anything you tell me.
You see,
in my mind, I've
already given Jim up.
Oh, right now I'd say
his chances are 70-30.
For or against?
I see.
All I can tell you is,
every day he lives
betters his chances.
In 10 days he'll be
out of the woods.
10 days? Oh!
Oh, that's a long time
to hold your breath.
[woman chattering
over PA. system]
You're off duty, Dix.
Why don't you go home?
In my own time, Doctor.
A little tea and sympathy?
Coffee.
I think you might be able to
stagger through another hour or two
with enough caffeine in you.
[scoffs]
Stop being surly with me, Kell.
One of those days,
Dix. One of those days.
What do they use that stuff for?
Embalming fluid?
Pretty awful, isn't it?
Say, how would you
like a good cup of coffee,
and a steak to go with it?
Mmm! You know, I couldn't write
a better prescription myself, nurse.
Shall we?
Let's do it.
By the way,
your favorite patient is
being discharged tomorrow.
Oh, who's that?
Morgan.
The one who tried suicide
in so many different ways.
Oh, that one.
He ought to be locked
up for his own protection.
How do you describe
a guy like that, Dix?
Inefficient.
[snorts]
[chuckling]
What do you wanna hear?
Hmm... Something
soothing and healthy.
Okay.
N'[soft piano music playing]
Want some more coffee? Mmm-mmm.
I got to get back
to the hospital.
It's not gonna fall down, Kell.
They can get along
without you, you know.
That's a lousy thing to say.
Oh, why is it lousy?
You're deflating my ego.
Just a one-man band, aren't you?
Is that what you think?
No.
But I do think you're
spreading yourself too thin.
You're just plain shot.
[sighs]
Tell that to those
sick people over there.
Patients, Kell. Not
people, patients.
Some will live
and some will die.
You can't expect
to win them all.
Is that a fact?
Oh, come on, Kell. We
only have so much energy.
We can't afford to waste
that energy in emotional ties.
Well, I suppose that
sounds heartless.
Completely,
but you're also
absolutely right.
[phone ringing]
Oh, tell it to go away, Kell.
[phone ringing]
Mmm-mmm. No way.
[phone ringing]
Hello?
Speaking.
When did it happen?
All right. I'll be right there.
[phone clicks]
Franklin Pierce, he's
had a second attack.
[heart monitor beeping]
[air hissing]
[respirator hissing]
Pressure reading.
70 systolic.
I want to give it IV.
[heart monitor
continues beeping]
[respirator continues hissing]
V-Fib! Paddles, Mike!
[heart monitor flatlining]
Stand clear.
[monitor flatlining] Hit it.
Done.
Clear? Yeah.
Intracardiac.
[grunting]
[woman chattering
over PA. system]
I just saw Thompson.
He's stabilizing beautifully.
I hate to admit it,
but I think our educated
guess was just that.
Lucky we didn't go in after
an internal carotid aneurism.
Must be something else.
He wouldn't be holding
out like this if it weren't.
I guess this proves
something, eh, Kell?
What?
I mean, about guesses.
Guesses and instinct
should always be a last resort.
I'm sorry, Joe. What
are you talking about?
Thompson. Didn't you hear me?
I think he's going to make it.
Oh.
His wife will be
glad to hear that.
(woman over PA. system)
Dr. Allen, outside call, please.
(woman over PA. system)
Dr. Parker, outpatient area.
[sobbing]
[sobbing continues]
Are you leaving us, Mr. Morgan?
Yeah. They're turning
the old nut loose.
You know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna get a lawyer
and I'm gonna sue this joint.
Three days of
poking and probing.
Poking and probing.
That's what you did
to me for three days!
What right did you have to
interfere in the first place?
I... I'll sue for a million.
Why don't you? Done!
[woman chattering
over PA. system]
I should think you didn't
have anything better to do
but have me dragged down here.
I'm, sorry. It was the other
kids who gave me the stuff.
I didn't know... Sorry!
You're always sorry.
(mother) How do you think
I feel when I got company
and the police come and
say my daughter's in jail?
(Roy) Well, I guess I'll
see you on Saturday.
Yeah, take care.
Hey.
Why the depression?
So you lost again last night.
Yeah. At my own game, too.
Well, you know how it is.
You win a few, you lose a few.
You'll think of another game.
No, I've already
given up on that.
I've got a whole new idea going.
You do?
Yeah. One way or another,
I'm promoting a
dishwasher for this station.
See you.
First bell. Freeze.
[grunting]
I said, freeze.
All right, who's got what?
[dispatcher chattering on radio]
You're low, Gage. You've
got the dishes again.
Now wait a minute...
Forget it. We said we'd
play one hand till the first bell
and you lost. So start washing.
I don't suppose anybody
would like to help me dry?
[sighing]
[alarms buzzing]
(dispatcher) Squad 51,
unknown rescue, Serrano Airport,
At Serrano Airport,
Time out 12:41.
LA Squad 51, 10-4. KMG 365.
(dispatcher) LA clear. KMG 941.
[siren wailing]
What've you got?
Guy in trouble. Why
do you think I called?
Where?
[plane whirring]
It's this kid called
in on the Unicom.
Said he's flying with his dad
and the old man collapsed.
Now the kid's flying the plane.
How old is the kid?
Hey, you better talk to him.
(boy) Serrano Unicorn,
Serrano Unicorn,
D-Do you read me?
Serrano Unicorn,
Answer me. Tell me what to do.
Serrano Unicorn,
06 Golf. Go ahead. We read you.
This is Serrano Unicom.
(boy) What're you
doing down there?
06 Golf. This is
Fireman Roy DeSoto.
I'm a rescue paramedic
with the Los Angeles
County Fire Department.
(boy) Get us down.
Please get us down.
We will.
We will, son.
What's your name?
Frankie. Frankie Pierce.
Well, Frankie,
why don't you tell me a
little bit about your father?
I... I don't know.
He... he just collapsed.
(Roy) How long ago?
About 15 minutes.
Hey, you got to get us
down. My dad is dying.
(Frankie) He... He... He
seems to be gasping for breath,
H-His lips are blue,
Feel his skin, and
tell me how it feels.
(Roy) Hot and dry
or cold and damp?
I-It's seems to be
cold... cold and damp.
You... Hey, can't you
do anything down there?
We will. We...
We're working on it.
Cardiac?
Probably.
Frankie, do you have any
oxygen equipment aboard?
Yes, sir.
All right, Frankie.
I want you to adjust an
oxygen mask on your father.
Put it on full flow.
Do you understand?
Full flow.
I... |'|| try.
[sniffles]
[gasping]
[sighing]
Soon as we get
the father set up,
you're gonna have
to talk the kid down.
Who, me?
Why not you?
Look, mister, all I do
around here is pump gas.
I've never been up in
one of them little airplanes.
There must be other
pilots on the field.
Do you see any around?
We're gonna have to
get him to another airport
where he can get
some professional help.
What's the nearest
airport with a control tower?
Hey, don't you know anything?
Uh, might be one in the valley,
Van Nuys or
Burbank, or something.
No. No dice.
Last weather report
had them both socked in.
Now, the only thing to
do is keep him up there
until the cover burns off.
Shouldn't be more than an hour.
With his symptoms, in an
hour, his father could be dead.
[sighing]
The kid doesn't sound like
he has an hour left in him.
He's already on the edge.
(Frankie) Serrano
Unicorn! Serrano Unicorn!
We're standing by, Frankie.
Tell me what to do.
We're working on it, Frankie.
Are there any planes of
the same type on the field?
Yeah, there are a couple around.
Well, can you go out there
and get me an owner's manual
from one of them?
Hey, I can't go around opening
up other people's airplanes.
Johnny. Uh, come on, mister.
There is a law against
that kind of thing.
All right. Let's, uh...
[plane droning]
Frankie, what did
your dad teach you
about flying an airplane?
Well, just a bunch
of turns and climbs,
and mostly straight and level.
Straight and level.
(Frankie) Say it again?
I said that's
fine. It's real fine.
(Roy) You know, one of the
hardest things about flying a plane
is flying straight and level,
Stand by.
Well, this should give us
some performance data.
How do you know so
much about airplanes?
I used to be a real hot pilot.
Really? I didn't know
that. How many hours?
20. I almost had
my license, too.
Why don't you
make yourself useful?
Get on the phone with
the weather bureau.
Find out what the cloud
ceiling is at the other airports.
Frankie, how you doing?
(Frankie) Okay, But I can't
stay up here much longer, can I?
Take it easy. We'll get
you down in a minute.
No luck.
Cloud base is too low,
everywhere but here.
[whistling]
All right, Frankie,
we're... we're going to
start to bring you down.
What is your air speed?
120.
(Roy) All right, Frankie.
Maintain a speed
of 100 miles an hour.
You got that?
(Frankie) I 'II try.
How do you figure his chances?
If he doesn't panic and
spiral into the ground,
then 20-to-1 against him.
Is there any way that I can
get to a transmitter outside?
Yeah, you could
use one of the radios
in one of the planes
out on the line.
Why don't you warm one up?
Please?
All right.
(Frankie) I'm straight and
level at 100 miles an hour,
All right, Frankie.
(Roy) Now, we're going
to start bringing you down.
Did your father teach you
any instrument procedures?
Not really. I... I just
know the instruments.
Well, Frankie, your
primary instrument
is your artificial horizon.
Keep those wings level.
When you're ready,
ease your throttle back.
Watch your rate of descent.
Drop your flaps 20%.
Reduce your speed
to 80 miles an hour.
Maintain descent at
500 feet per minute.
You got that?
I'll try.
Good boy. Now you let me know
when you're ready to come down.
I'm gonna go outside
to the transmitter.
You better get on
the phone to LA.
Tell them we're going to
need rigs and an ambulance.
Right.
[siren wailing]
[plane droning]
I've got him up
here on this set.
Good.
Frankie, do you read me?
Frankie, do you read me?
Yes, sir. I guess I'm
ready to go down now.
Ease your throttle back, and
maintain 80 miles an hour.
Yes, sir.
(Roy) You get your eyes on
your instruments right now.
Yes, sir.
Don't look out until I tell you.
[airplane engine whining]
Frankie, you're diving!
(Roy) Frankie, you're diving!
Get that throttle
back and nose up.
(Roy) Frankie,
keep your nose up.
Ease it up.
I'll try. I'll try.
Now, keep your eyes on those
instruments. Don't look out.
(Roy) Watch those instruments,
What happens if he looks out?
Just hope he doesn't.
Frankie.
I think I got it.
Watch those instruments.
80 miles an hour air speed.
(Roy) 500 feet
per minute descent,
I'll try.
All right. You've gone
through the worst of it.
The rest is a piece of cake.
(Roy) You maintain
runway heading.
Continue descent at
500 feet per minute.
[sirens wailing]
[hydraulic hissing]
[dispatcher chattering]
Watch your air speed, Frankie.
Don't let it fall.
(Roy) Now, when I
give you the word,
I want you to
drop your flaps full.
Reduce your speed
to 70 miles an hour,
Frankie, full flaps.
Now ease your wheel back.
(Roy) Now, you're
looking good, looking good.
Oh, you're too high.
(Roy) You're too
high, Go around again.
[gasping]
Do you read me, Frankie?
Gun it and go around again.
Yes, sir.
Good boy.
Now this time, take it easy.
(Roy) You're looking good,
Frankie. You're looking good
Now, don't flare out till
I tell you to, You got it?
All the way back, Frankie.
[tires squeal]
(Roy) Chop your throttle.
Let's go.
[dispatcher chattering]
M-My dad.
We've got him.
[dispatcher chattering]
It's okay. You got
him down in time.
[sighing]
[siren wailing]
(woman over PA. system) Can I
have a doctor in Treatment One?
Can I have a doctor
in Treatment One?
Roy, is this the young man
who, uh, landed the plane?
This is Frankie Pierce.
Hello, Frankie.
I'm Dr. Brackett.
Is... Is my f-father
going to die?
Well, we'd be letting
you down pretty badly
if we let that happen.
You hang tight now, Frankie.
[heart monitor beeping]
Pressure?
100 over 60.
(Brackett) Pulse
and respiration?
Pulse weak.
Respiration 30, with RLv.
[heart monitor
beeping erratically]
(Dixie) He's gone into V-Fib.
(Brackett) 400.
[defibrillator beeping]
It's clear.
Clear.
He's back.
Great thing, electricity.
Wonder what they did
before it was invented.
All right, let's start
a Xylocaine drip.
Right, Kell. 2%
Xylocaine, 500 ads.
(woman over PA.
System) Dr. Allen, 63.
(Brackett) Hey, what's
everybody so glum about?
Let's see some smiles
around here, huh?
What... What about my dad?
Well, he's over the first
hurdle and running easy.
[sniffling]
[sniffles]
Go ahead and cry, Frankie.
You've earned the right.
[sobbing]
That was one fine
job you did out there
for 20 hours of flying time.
Oh, it wasn't just
the flying time.
I saw the whole thing
done in a movie once.
You know, Roy,
I've been thinking.
About what a lousy card
player you are. Right?
Do you know how many times
I've been stuck with the dishes
in the last eight shifts?
Exactly 15 times.
15 out of 16 is enough
to depress anybody.
Yeah, well, it depresses me.
[engine starting]
Squad 51 available,
returning to quarters.
(dispatcher) Squad 51,
Well, maybe you just
don't have any card sense.
A lot of people don't.
No, no, that's not it.
It's the kind of
games we're playing.
What about 'em?
We keep changing the rules.
So?
So, by the time I get
the game figured out...
We're playing something else.
Right.
Why don't you just
make up your own game?
(dispatcher) Utility 8, call
Station 49 your next stop.
You know, that's not a bad idea.
You know, I was thinking
about a kind of a poker game.
What are you talking about?
About inventing a new
kind of poker game,
you know, what we were
talking about this afternoon.
Oh, that. There aren't
any new poker games.
I've played them all.
Five card, seven
card, you name it.
What about 13 card?
Johnny, sometimes
you positively...
[alarms buzzing]
(dispatcher) Squad
51, Attempted suicide.
1127 North Moorpark,
Apartment 2-A.
1127 North Moorpark,
Apartment 2-A.
[siren wailing]
Cross street, Crocker.
Time out 20:33 hours,
[siren wailing]
[tires screeching]
Second floor. Apartment 2-A.
You're not gonna
believe this one.
I'll take this.
About as bad as I've ever seen.
[sighing]
(Roy) What happened?
(Deputy) Guy tried to kill
himself. Slashed his wrists.
Clear the hall. Please! Please!
Then turned on the gas.
I turned it off.
I think he took
some poison, too.
(Roy) Is he still alive?
(Deputy) Just barely.
But I sure don't know why.
There's an ambulance on the way.
[gasping]
(woman over PA.
System) Dr. Allen, 63.
Stat. [dent doctor.
Treatment Room 3.
Dr. Allen, 63.
[sighing]
Paperwork.
Yeah, tell me about it.
[sighing]
Well, how is he?
Still breathing.
For that guy, it's a
major accomplishment.
Hi.
(woman over PA. system)
Dr. Hoffman, 64, please.
Nice kid.
Took her out last
Friday. Had a great time.
Her opinion or yours?
[whispering] Yeah.
[heart monitor beeping]
Do we know who he is?
His name is Dave Morgan.
Age 44. He did
quite a job on himself.
The question is, where do
we begin to repair the damage?
Well, the boys
stopped the bleeding,
and we've pumped
out his stomach.
Cut.
Yeah, and with any luck, he'll
be up and around in a week
ready to try again.
[heart monitor
continues beeping]
Frankie.
Oh, Doctor. H-How's my dad?
At last report, he was
resting comfortably.
Is your mom here?
No, my mother is dead.
There's just the two
of us. Dad and me.
H-How bad is it, Doctor?
[sniffs]
Well, it's pretty serious.
Your dad's gonna
have to take it easy
for a long time after
he leaves the hospital.
Take it easy?
My dad isn't going to like that.
I mean, he always says:
"You've only got
one life to live,
so you should
make the most of it."
He sounds like quite a guy.
Yeah, he's the greatest.
Well, you can tell him for
me his kid isn't half bad either.
Hey, we've got to get
you some rest. Come on.
Fran.
Yes, Dr. Brackett?
This is Frankie Pierce.
Think you could find a spare
bed for my young friend here?
For a friend of yours,
Dr. Brackett, any time.
Thank you. Hey, I'll
see you later, huh?
Okay.
(woman over PA. system)
Miss, Jones, receptionist, please.
Miss Jones, reception, please.
Frankie, come on, honey.
[knocking on door]
Kell.
Hi.
Can you spare a cup of
coffee for a weary man?
Come on in.
[sighs]
You do look tired.
Not tired. Discouraged.
[exhales forcefully]
Would you believe a man
trying to commit suicide
three different ways?
Guy named Dave Morgan.
Cut his wrists, dropped
some rat poison
and then turned on the gas.
And then?
Well, we pulled him through.
He'll be up and
around in a few days,
ready to try again, I guess.
[sighing]
We've all seen some
pretty bad ones like that.
[sighing]
Yeah, but this
one tried so hard.
What's really bothering you?
You're out of character, Kell.
I suppose it's running
into young Frankie Pierce
after sewing up Morgan.
Kid's been at the hospital
since they brought his
father in this afternoon.
How's his father doing?
50-50.
If he lives, he'll have to
change his whole style of life.
I guess that's
what's got me, Dix.
Here's a man with a great
son, a great zest for life,
and the chances
are he won't make it.
All I can do for him won't
help him face the life he'll lead
if he gets through this attack.
And a guy like
Morgan wants to die,
tries desperately to die,
and I can put him together,
so he'll walk out of
the hospital a well man.
Oh, don't take it so hard, Kell.
You're not God.
With the kind of crazy, mixed-up
human race he has to deal with,
I wouldn't want to be.
Are you still working
on your new game?
Yeah. Been working
on it for two days.
Let's see.
Now what are you doing?
Figuring the odds
against getting a bagel.
What's a bagel?
Oh, it's like a straight,
but only every
other card counting,
like three, five,
seven, nine, jack.
Is it good or bad?
Oh, it beats everything
except a super bagel.
That's the same thing,
only all the cards
are the same suit.
Oh, then you've got wild cards,
like tens, twos,
and fours are wild.
Of course if you
get a joker then...
[alarms buzzing]
(dispatcher) Engine
51, Squad 51, Truck 127,
Foam 127, Engine 127.
Traffic accident with injuries,
tank truck involved.
8100 block, Commerce Street.
8100 block, Commerce
Street. Time out 15:50.
[sirens wailing]
[horn blaring]
[siren wailing]
Get those people back!
Bill!
[sirens approaching]
Start clearing that
area out back there.
If that stuff blows, this
whole place might go.
170 Sam One.
170 Sam One. Request
ambulance. My location.
(Deputy) 170 Sam One.
[sirens wailing]
[horn blaring]
[hydraulic brakes hissing]
There's only one man in there.
We tried to get him out, but
we don't have the equipment.
According to witnesses,
he was driving erratically.
He missed the curve,
and then, Wham!
Well, looks like
he's trapped in there.
We'll need Porta Power
and jacks. I'll get 'em.
[siren approaching]
L.A. Engine 51.
We have an overturned
tanker here at this location.
Spilling gasoline. We'll
need a power company.
We'll hold all
units at this scene.
(dispatcher) 10-4, Engine 51,
[siren wailing]
[siren stops]
Gasoline fire's all
we need around here.
Give him 150 pounds.
[horn blaring]
He's still alive.
[alarms buzzing over radio]
(dispatcher) Engine 34,
Engine 35, Station 45.
Lumberyard, 16980 Levenson.
16980 Levenson.
Cross street: Shoemaker.
Time 16:00.
Engine 18, see the
man at First and Cabin
regarding a hazardous situation.
Assistant One, repeat
the phone number,
10-4, Assistant One,
[ladder whirring]
Engine 18, this
squad is not available.
Do you need any
other assistance?
Battalion 1 has been
notified and is responding.
Better go on top. See
if that door will open.
It's still jammed.
[grunting]
I think it's loose now.
I'll go up and help him.
[metal grinding]
[alarms buzzing]
(dispatcher) Engine 95, Station
36, Station 127, Battalion 7,
46, 11, and 12.
Time 16:15.
[siren approaching]
(John) Okay. Get his
back. I got his head.
(Deputy) We're gonna
need a third man.
We need a stretcher
back here now.
We need a man on the back.
Okay, get his back.
I'll get his head.
We got him. Take him easy.
(dispatcher) Engine 96.10-4
Negative, Division 2.
Engine 15, return
to First, Hold it!
(dispatcher) Utility
One, Call Station 38,
10-4. Meet Division
4 in the parking lot,
Rampart, this is Rescue 51.
[clicking]
Go ahead, 51.
Rampart, we have
an accident victim.
His name is James Thompson.
A Valley address.
He is 45 years old.
He is unconscious.
No apparent injuries except
for a superficial head wound.
(John) Vital signs:
pulse 56, respiration 28,
Do we have a pressure?
120 over 70.
Blood pressure 120 over 70.
His left eye is badly dilated.
Plus his neck is
like a... a board.
This doesn't read right.
[clicking]
51, this is Rampart Base.
I'd like an EKG readout.
(John) 10-4,
[electronic buzzing]
51, can you give me
any more information?
Rampart, the victim regained
consciousness briefly.
He said something
like his head exploded.
51, start him on D5W,
and get him in here
as soon as you can. Rampart out.
51, 10-4.
Dix, find Joe
Early for me, fast.
And I want everything
set up for a skull X-ray
as soon as they bring him in.
[sirens wailing]
[brakes squeak]
[woman chattering on PA. system]
Thanks, Roy. Oh, excuse me.
Doc, is his condition
the result of the accident,
or was the accident the
result of what's wrong with him?
I wish I knew.
Let's go.
Uh, hi.
(woman over PA. system) Dr. Cantor,
go to the emergency entrance.
Dr. Cantor, go to the
emergency entrance.
You're really breaking her down.
She almost smiled.
[sighing]
Yeah, wait till next time.
Temperature?
100.3.
How's his blood pressure?
(Brackett) Normal. EKG normal.
No blood behind the ear drums.
Well, that's some
evidence against a fracture.
What about an X-ray?
They're standing by, Joe.
Let's get him down there.
While we're at it, let's get
an echoencephalogram.
Will do.
No hematoma, EKG normal,
blood pressure normal.
Slow pulse and respiration
and a slight temperature.
What does it read to you?
No fracture. Something inside.
Patient is vomiting,
seems in pain.
Stiff neck, the left
eye widely dilated.
Brain hemorrhage?
Yeah, but where?
Subdural.
Covers a lot of ground.
Let's wait for the encephalogram
and try for a spinal tap.
(Brackett) No sign of fracture.
(Joe) What does the
encephalogram show?
Well, there's been no shift
in the middle line structure.
I'm betting on a
subarachnoid blowout.
Let's see what the
spinal tap shows us.
Kell, Mr. Thompson's
wife is here.
Thanks, Dix.
I'll be right there.
What're you going
to tell her, Kell?
Oh, what we always
say at times like this:
"We're doing everything possible
for your husband,
Mrs. Thompson."
(woman over PA.
System) Stat, Ident doctor.
Treatment Room 3.
Between me and you, Chet.
Remember, tens,
twos, and fours are wild.
Make your best five-card
hand out of 13 dealt.
Wheel and deal, Gage.
Don't you want to
know what the rules are?
Oh, I'm sure you'll
be fair with a beginner.
[sighing]
[alarms buzzing]
(dispatcher) Squad
51, Possible overdose.
1041 Vine/and.
1041 Vine/and.
Cross street: Wilson.
Time out 19:30.
L.A. Squad 51.10-4.
This kind of thing is
happening too often.
Oh, don't worry, Cap. We'll
finish when we get back.
[engine starting]
[siren wailing]
[siren approaching]
[chattering on police radio]
[tires squealing]
[woman screaming]
[screaming]
[bawling]
What have you got?
I don't know. I just
got here myself.
But it looks like a trip to me.
[woman continues
screaming] Yeah, some trip.
[gasping]
[gasping loudly]
Anybody know who she is?
Donna Melvin.
Yeah, go on.
Well, that's her name.
We don't know
anything about her.
I mean, she just comes
around sometimes to visit my girl.
How did this start?
I don't know.
She was all right
and then she flipped.
Where does she live?
Down there. He's her brother.
Did she take any pills?
I wouldn't know what she took.
I didn't ask you what she took.
I asked you if you
saw her take any pills.
You don't have to tell
him anything, honey.
Did anyone see what she took?
Anything?
[crickets chirruping]
Is she your sister?
Yeah.
Where do you live?
In the bungalow court.
Don't hurt me!
Listen to me.
Your sister is sick.
It may be serious.
Don't you think you should
go home and tell your mother?
I can't go home.
Why can't you?
She's got company.
[siren approaching]
[people chattering]
She'd ODed, all
right. Probably acid.
What do we do?
Well, her mother won't be
coming. She's entertaining.
[breathing heavily]
Well, she's in a bad way.
We'd better call Rampart.
Get an okay on an IV.
What for?
They need a parent's
consent at the hospital
before we can treat her.
[groans]
Well, what do we do?
Just let her lie here?
What else can we do?
Except take her in...
and hope the mother
shows up before it's too late.
Yeah.
Maybe the deputy
can locate her in time.
I'll ask him.
Let's take her and
I'll ride in with you.
That tells us something.
Subarachnoid.
About third stage.
That still covers
a lot of ground.
We'll need a bilateral angiogram
to pinpoint the blowout.
Care to make an educated
guess from what we know already?
Come on, Kell, you've
seen these things before.
Probably a ruptured aneurism.
In which case we
have to go in there fast
and tie it off before
there's another blowout.
Yeah, but we're
only guessing, Joe.
You'll have to stabilize him
before getting an angiogram.
Delay can kill him.
Yeah. And a wrong
guess can kill him, too.
We'll try him on
hydroxyzine and mephenesin.
Nothing to be
administered orally.
Oh, and chloral hydrate.
Right away.
Well, that's it, Joe.
We'll get him settled down
and try for the angiogram.
You're the boss.
Yeah.
(woman over PA. system)
Calling Dr. Alex Lopez,
Dr. Brackett.
How is my husband?
Nobody will tell me anything.
Mrs. Thompson, would you
please come and sit down?
Now, I'm going to tell you
exactly what's happened.
Your husband has suffered a
form of cerebral hemorrhage.
He's going to die.
No. Now, that's
not necessarily true.
He will be sick for a while,
and he may suffer
some impairment,
but we won't know
about that until later.
We may have to operate.
What are his chances?
I... I... I can take
anything you tell me.
You see,
in my mind, I've
already given Jim up.
Oh, right now I'd say
his chances are 70-30.
For or against?
I see.
All I can tell you is,
every day he lives
betters his chances.
In 10 days he'll be
out of the woods.
10 days? Oh!
Oh, that's a long time
to hold your breath.
[woman chattering
over PA. system]
You're off duty, Dix.
Why don't you go home?
In my own time, Doctor.
A little tea and sympathy?
Coffee.
I think you might be able to
stagger through another hour or two
with enough caffeine in you.
[scoffs]
Stop being surly with me, Kell.
One of those days,
Dix. One of those days.
What do they use that stuff for?
Embalming fluid?
Pretty awful, isn't it?
Say, how would you
like a good cup of coffee,
and a steak to go with it?
Mmm! You know, I couldn't write
a better prescription myself, nurse.
Shall we?
Let's do it.
By the way,
your favorite patient is
being discharged tomorrow.
Oh, who's that?
Morgan.
The one who tried suicide
in so many different ways.
Oh, that one.
He ought to be locked
up for his own protection.
How do you describe
a guy like that, Dix?
Inefficient.
[snorts]
[chuckling]
What do you wanna hear?
Hmm... Something
soothing and healthy.
Okay.
N'[soft piano music playing]
Want some more coffee? Mmm-mmm.
I got to get back
to the hospital.
It's not gonna fall down, Kell.
They can get along
without you, you know.
That's a lousy thing to say.
Oh, why is it lousy?
You're deflating my ego.
Just a one-man band, aren't you?
Is that what you think?
No.
But I do think you're
spreading yourself too thin.
You're just plain shot.
[sighs]
Tell that to those
sick people over there.
Patients, Kell. Not
people, patients.
Some will live
and some will die.
You can't expect
to win them all.
Is that a fact?
Oh, come on, Kell. We
only have so much energy.
We can't afford to waste
that energy in emotional ties.
Well, I suppose that
sounds heartless.
Completely,
but you're also
absolutely right.
[phone ringing]
Oh, tell it to go away, Kell.
[phone ringing]
Mmm-mmm. No way.
[phone ringing]
Hello?
Speaking.
When did it happen?
All right. I'll be right there.
[phone clicks]
Franklin Pierce, he's
had a second attack.
[heart monitor beeping]
[air hissing]
[respirator hissing]
Pressure reading.
70 systolic.
I want to give it IV.
[heart monitor
continues beeping]
[respirator continues hissing]
V-Fib! Paddles, Mike!
[heart monitor flatlining]
Stand clear.
[monitor flatlining] Hit it.
Done.
Clear? Yeah.
Intracardiac.
[grunting]
[woman chattering
over PA. system]
I just saw Thompson.
He's stabilizing beautifully.
I hate to admit it,
but I think our educated
guess was just that.
Lucky we didn't go in after
an internal carotid aneurism.
Must be something else.
He wouldn't be holding
out like this if it weren't.
I guess this proves
something, eh, Kell?
What?
I mean, about guesses.
Guesses and instinct
should always be a last resort.
I'm sorry, Joe. What
are you talking about?
Thompson. Didn't you hear me?
I think he's going to make it.
Oh.
His wife will be
glad to hear that.
(woman over PA. system)
Dr. Allen, outside call, please.
(woman over PA. system)
Dr. Parker, outpatient area.
[sobbing]
[sobbing continues]
Are you leaving us, Mr. Morgan?
Yeah. They're turning
the old nut loose.
You know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna get a lawyer
and I'm gonna sue this joint.
Three days of
poking and probing.
Poking and probing.
That's what you did
to me for three days!
What right did you have to
interfere in the first place?
I... I'll sue for a million.
Why don't you? Done!
[woman chattering
over PA. system]
I should think you didn't
have anything better to do
but have me dragged down here.
I'm, sorry. It was the other
kids who gave me the stuff.
I didn't know... Sorry!
You're always sorry.
(mother) How do you think
I feel when I got company
and the police come and
say my daughter's in jail?
(Roy) Well, I guess I'll
see you on Saturday.
Yeah, take care.
Hey.
Why the depression?
So you lost again last night.
Yeah. At my own game, too.
Well, you know how it is.
You win a few, you lose a few.
You'll think of another game.
No, I've already
given up on that.
I've got a whole new idea going.
You do?
Yeah. One way or another,
I'm promoting a
dishwasher for this station.
See you.