Emergency! (1972–1979): Season 2, Episode 11 - Musical Mania - full transcript

Anytime you’re ready.
All right. Hang on a sec.

Okay, you can try it.

[ Horn Honking ]

♪♪ [ Honking To Tune Of
“Shave and a Haircut, Two Bits” ]

A natural born talent on
that horn. No, I'm serious.

You could make a fortune
at it playing concerts.

I can see it now.

“John Gage, the Auto
Horn Heifetz. Tonight only.”

- Chet— - For a guy with no musical talent
at all, this could be a great career.

[ Dispatcher] Battalions 1 and 7, call
the mechanical engineer at L.A. office.

That was not a good
thing to do. Why is that?



I know him. And
I know that look.

You just started something
you're gonna live to regret.

As a matter of
fact, we all will.

We will? Why? [Alarm Blaring ]

[ Dispatcher] Squad 51, man
collapsed at Snyder's Nursery.

1192 East Lankershim Boulevard,
1192 East Lankershim Boulevard,

Cross street Farragut.
Time out 0951.

Squad 51, 10-4. KMG-365.

[Siren Blaring ]

Are you the one who
called? Yes. It's my dad.

He's awfully sick.

He doesn't have a regular
doctor. I didn't know what else to do.

Excuse me. He's shaking all
over. He can't get his breath.

Please hurry. I had to leave Larry
with him, and he's really scared.



Who's Larry? My
cousin. He works for us.

They'll take care of him now.

He'll be all right, won't he?

We'll know more when
we examine him some.

- Has he had any recent illnesses?
- Well, he hasn't been
feeling too well lately.

- Like how?
- You know, fatigue, aching muscles.

Well, has he had any
history of heart disease?

Allergies? Injuries?

Uh, history of epilepsy?

He cut his hand. No.

When? A couple weeks ago.

He was splitting cans
on some lemon trees.

He didn't tell me.
But he wouldn't.

He'd think it unimportant.

His lumbar muscles are rigid.

Larry, you go watch
for the ambulance.

I had them send one. Okay, good.

Rampart, this is Rescue 51.

Larry, do as I ask.

Rampart, this is Rescue 51.

Larry's home is such a bad
scene. We've sort of taken him in.

My dad's been like a
second father to him.

Keep him alive, please.

[ Brackett ] 51, this
is Rampart. Go ahead.

Rampart, we have a
male, approximately 45.

No recent history
of illness or allergies.

He's stuporous,
stiffness of jaw.

He has rigidity of the facial
muscles, sternocleidomastoid muscle.

Abdominal and lumbar
muscles also rigid. He...

Rampart, spasms are occurring.

He's having difficulty breathing.
All the vital signs seem to be normal.

51, insert an esophageal airway.

Has the patient had any recent
cuts or lacerations? 10-4, Rampart.

Yes, he has. About
two weeks ago.

A cut on his
hand. It is infected.

Patient also works in
a greenhouse nursery.

51, has the patient
ever had a tetanus shot?

I don't know.

I think he may have, along
time ago when I was a kid.

- [ Can't remember.
- Rampart, we don't know.

Tetanus?

Oh, dear God, no!

Rampart, muscle spasms
are occurring again.

Administer D5W I.V.

[Gage] 10-4,
Rampart. Standing by.

[ Oxygen Hissing ]

[ Hissing Continues ]

51, as soon as the patient's condition
stabilizes, I want him brought in.

You're to avoid any
unnecessary movement or noise.

[Gage] 10-4. Thanks, Dix.

We'll be set up in 2 by the
time they get here. Good girl.

He's ready to go. Watch
that esophageal airway.

Hey, is Roy gonna be all right?

We're taking him right to the hospital.
He's gonna be well taken care of there.

I'm going with you.
No, and I don't think...

You can come with me.

Betty, what's wrong with him?

- Tell me.
- They think it's tetanus. Lockjaw.

[Ambulance Doors
Opening, Closing ]

Our gardener died of tetanus.

A little prick from a
rose thorn, and... he died.

Larry, he is not going to die!

Look, they've given him medicine.
They're gonna do everything they can.

If he dies, what's gonna
happen to me? Stop it!

He's the only family we have.

[ Siren Blaring ]

[Siren Blaring ]

Give him 5000 units
human tetanus antitoxin, .M.

This area around the cut
we'll infiltrate with the antitoxin,

then excise and debride.

How's he doing? We're controlling
the spasms with diazepam.

We're gonna have to do a
temporary trach to help his respiration.

His daughter and
nephew are waiting.

What's the prognosis?
It's touch-and-go, Dix.

His chances are 50-50.

Ready, Mike? Ready.

[Woman on P.A.] Dr. Alf
Lopez. Dr. Alf Lopez—

Thank you so much. It's okay.

How long before
we know anything?

[ Child Moaning ]

[ Moaning Continues
] You see the kid?

Yeah. He looked like he
was in pretty bad shape.

He looked pretty
sick. Poor little guy.

[Woman on P.A. ]
Dr. Baker, outside call, please.

Dr. Baker, outside call,
please. Better sit down. I'll wait.

May I help you? Uh, I guess so.

Is it your son? Yes, ma'am.

Donald's real bad.

Boyd here didn't wanna bring him
in, but he just ain't gettin' no better.

I’m awful worried.
Come on over here.

I'll have to get some
information from you.

Uh, tell me, did he
become ill suddenly?

He's been sickly ever since
we come to Los Angeles.

But this mornin'
it got lots worse.

He had cramps so
bad he couldn't sit up.

Lynn, this child's
gonna be admitted.

Would you get all
the info from Mr.— Mr...

Clements. Mr. and Mrs.
Boyd Clements. Mr. Clements.

Uh, yes, Miss McCall, as
soon as I finish this report.

[Dixie ] Well, that
report can wait.

This child is very ill.

We're here to take
care of people first.

I'll get back to you.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Fill out this form
out, please. Here.

- You can write?
- Yes, ma'am. I can write.

[Woman on P.A. ]
Dr. Cantor, Treatment Room 4.

I’m afraid I was right.
Yeah. Lead poisoning.

Yes. How'd that happen?

Do you live in an older
apartment building? Yes, sir.

It's just a little place.
Boyd don't have a job yet,

and I’m workin'
part-time as a waitress.

You ain't got to tell
'em all that, Mary Kate.

Dr. Early isn't trying to pry.
He just wants to help your boy.

Yes, ma’am.

Did you ever notice Donald
chewing on the windowsills?

Oh, well, yes, sir, I did. Um...

And I been tryin' to stop him from
doin' that, but, uh, he's teethin' now.

What are you gettin' at anyway?

Mr. Clements, in
some of these older

apartments there's
lead paint— layers of it...

Under the new latex-type paints.

Children teething often chew through
the older paint, ingest it and become ill.

How bad?

Well, it depends upon the
amount of lead ingested.

Judging from the lab report,
Donald received a relatively mild dose.

Well, then he should get well,
right? Yes. His chances are good,

But I'll want to start
treatment at once.

- We'll have to keep him here
for a little while.
- For how long?

Till the poison's
completely out of his system.

Please, Boyd, They can
take care of Donald. We can't.

I don't know.
I'll think about it.

Boyd, this is our son
we're talkin' about.

He's all we're ever
gonna be able to have.

Don't you think I know that?

Boyd? Boyd, wait a minute.

I'll take care of
it, Joe. [ Mutters]

We'll start with an oral dose of
magnesium sulfate. Yes, Doctor.

[Woman on P.A.] Dr. Adler,
you're wanted in Surgery.

Dr. Adler, you're
wanted in Surgery.

Come on with me.

Now, what's the trouble? Money?

Oh, it ain't Boyd's
fault. He's worked hard.

W-We just couldn't seem to
get ahead back in Piney Cove.

And it took nearly everything
we had to come west.

Well, you listen to me. No one has ever
been turned away from Rampart General.

It's a county hospital
and accepts all patients.

Even if they can't pay?

[Sighs] I don't know.

Boyd don't like takin' charity.

Back home they call
that “rockin' chair” money.

Well, now, which is more important
to him, his pride or his son's life?

Oh, Boyd's just gonna have to
come around. That's all there is to it.

Donald's the only child I can have.
And believe me, he's gonna live.

- We done signed him in, haven't we?
- Yes.

Then he'll stay here
till 1 sign him out.

And we'll do everything we can for Donald,
Mary Kate. You just have to trust us.

- Listen, ma'am. I do.
- Good.

Well? He's ours.

Never underestimate the
power of a woman's love, Joe.

Do you think there'll be any
permanent brain damage?

I can't say at this stage.

- But there's something else
that worries me just as much.
- Yeah?

How old would you say Donald is?

Oh, two and a half, three.

According to the records his parents
gave us, he's four years and nine months.

But he's so little. Too little.

I'm gonna have to run some more tests,
and I'll need his parents' permission.

Correction. You'll need
his father's permission.

♪♪ [ Bagpipes,
Discordant Notes ]

Why bagpipes?

Can you think of anything more
irritating the way he plays it? No.

Remember what we
were talking about?

I mean, do you understand now?

♪♪ [ Continues ]

Johnny, uh, you wanna
come here for a minute?

Johnny!

What?

Look, can you stuff
cotton in that thing?

Then I can't hear it. Yeah,
that's the whole point.

We're all gonna be
deaf within a week.

You gotta find something
else to play. I just got it.

Get something else. A
harmonica, a tambourine— anything.

You know, maybe you're right.

My mouth tastes like an
old wallet. My lungs are shot.

Well, there are hundreds
of other musical instruments.

Yeah.

Yeah, there are.

[Alarm Blaring ]

[ Dispatcher] Station 51.
Power pole hit by a truck.

Wires down. Northridge and
Beaumont. [ Door Closes ]

Northridge and Beaumont.
Time out 1421. [ Engine Starts ]

[Siren Blaring ]

[ Horn Honking,
Siren Continues ]

[ Siren Continues ]

♪♪ [ Ice Cream Truck ]

[ I Radio Chatter ]

Looks like the brakes
failed and it just rolled

down the hill. I don't
know where the driver is.

We’ll have those
wires cut in a minute.

♪♪ [ Continues ]

You'd think the driver would be
looking for his truck by now, wouldn't you?

- Yeah.
- Hey, here he is over here.

[ Radio Chatter Continues ]

[Grunting ] Watch
his head. Watch it.

Marco!

Boy, he's cold.

[ Radio Chatter Continues ]

We'll need blankets
and a data scope. Right.

He must've hit his head when the
truck collided with the— with the pole.

He's showing some irregularity.
We’ll patch him up for an E.K.G.

D-13 requesting ambulance.
Northridge and Beaumont.

[ Man On Radio ] Roger, D-13.

Rampart, we have a male
patient, approximately age 25.

He's unconscious. He's
got a possible concussion.

Victim was trapped in a
wrecked ice-cream truck.

Vital signs are blood
pressure 130 over 60.

Pulse 60 Respiration 20.

We're setting up an
E.K.G. now. Stand by.

[ Dixie] 10-4.

Pulse is increasing.

Ambulance's on the
way. He gonna be okay?

Yeah, he'll live.

Bet he doesn't eat any
ice cream for a long time.

[ Scoffs ]

[Sirens Blaring ]

Hello. Oh, hello.

How's your father?
Better, thanks.

We found out Dad did have a tetanus
shot a long time ago. That helped.

Good. Is he gonna have to stay
here for very much longer? Afraid so.

Hmm. Listen, uh, how'd you
like to have a cup of coffee?

I should get on back to the
nursery. Larry hasn't visited yet.

Just a half cup? Okay.

Okay. Listen, do you know
anything about musical instruments?

What kind? Any kind.

Well, I did play the trombone
in the high school band.

I don't believe you. Boyd...

Now, you stay outta this, Mary
Kate. I listened to you once.

You authorized the
tests, Mr. Clements.

That's because I didn't understand
exactly what you wanted em for.

- If I had, you'd have never
got my permission.
- It's not only my conclusion.

Dr. Zachary, a specialist in
Pediatrics, has verified the results.

First you tell me my boy
may have suffered brain

damage caused by some
kind of lead poisonin'.

Now you tell me he's gonna
be a dwarf, some kind of freak?

You misinterpreted what I said.

Donald's responding
very well to treatment.

The chances of permanent
brain damage are very slight.

There's also a cure for
deprivation dwarfism.

Well, I wanna know how he got that
way. And I wanna know who brung it on.

We don't know:.

We'd have to have the child's
complete history up to now.

Well, you say there's
a cure. What is it?

Yes. We'd give Donald
injections of growth hormones.

It's a fairly recent development
that's proven highly effective.

Where do these growth
hormones come from?

- From the pituitary glands of cadavers.
- You mean, dead people?

Yes, Mr. Clements. Dead
people who can still help the living.

- No, sir' I won't allow it!
- Now, Boyd...

No, sir! Now I see why
you let our boy in here free.

So’s you could turn him
into some kind of guinea pig.

You know you can't get no money out of us,
so now you're tryin' for flesh and blood.

Now, you get your stuff
together, Mary Kate. We're leavin'.

No! Now, I'm not gonna
take Donald out of here, Boyd.

I can tell he's gettin'
better. And I want my

son to grow up well
and strong and tall, Boyd.

Can't you see nothin'?
He ain't no little boy to him.

He's just some kind of
animal he can experiment on.

Mr. Clements, the
greatest satisfaction I have...

is to see a child or an
adult to go out of here,

as your wife just
said, well and strong.

But you're free to remove
your son anytime you want to.

Now, Boyd, you promised me
that they could take care of him.

Just until the lead
poisonin' is cured.

After that, we takin” him outta here. Now,
get your stuff together. We're leavin'.

Now, don't you make
me tell you again!

Now, let's go home.

[Door Opens ] [Sighs]

[ Door Closes ]

[Siren Blaring ]

Up here! Up here! Please hurry!

This way. Over here.

[ Girls Chattering ]

Is she still conscious? No, sir.

She collapsed in
the nurse's arms.

We couldn't even find a pulse.

Get back, girls.

Back, girls! Come on
now. Move back. Come on.

Come on, girls. Move back.
Back. You have to move back, girls.

You stay back now. She just—
She just collapsed right in my arms.

She was mumbling and
dizzy, and then she just fainted.

- What's she on? Do you know?
- Oh, reds, I'd guess.

I don't know. We've got this terrible
problem around here. [ Oxygen Hissing ]

But this is the worst though.
You wanna hold this, please?

- Yes, of course.
- [ Hissing Continues ]

- Uh, how many did she take?
- Oh, uh, Edith, get her purse. Hurry.

Rampart, this is Rescue 51.

Rampart, this is Rescue 51.

Sally, get Dr. Brackett in 301,
stat. Right away, Miss McCall.

51, this is Rampart
Base. Doctor on the way.

Rampart, we have a 15-year-old
female, unconscious at a high school.

There's no apparent injuries.
There's a possible overdose.

We're attempting to find
out what kind of an O.D.

Mrs. Loring, I know. She
bought a dozen reds this morning.

I was with her. A dozen, huh?

Are there any left in that purse?
None. She must have taken them all.

Oh, my dear God!

She was in a bad space.
I tried to talk her out of it.

She promised she
wouldn't take 'em all at once.

I lent her some money.

Rampart, patient has
probably O.D.'d on secobarbital.

Possibly a dozen.

51, can you send me the vitals?

Hold for vital signs, Rampart.

Carol, are we set
up in 4? Uh, no.

Heart attack victim. But
I could set up 2 for you.

All right. Good.

Rampart, vital signs are respirations
down, four to six per minute.

Pulse down to
35. BP. 80 over 43.

She's not responsive to
pain, and pupils are reactive.

51, start an I.V. with
D5W. Is she on 02?

10-4 on D5W. Affirmative on 0.

51, insert an esophageal
airway and hook up for an EKG.

10-4.

[ Whirring ]

- Not good?
- No, not good at all.

Heart rate's about 40.

Ventricular rhythm.

51, piggyback isoproterenol,
one milligram to 500 c.c's D5W.

10-4, Rampart.

Rampart, Rescue 51.
Condition is more stable.

Color is better. We're
still supporting respiration.

Heart rate is now 70.
Ambulance is now at scene.

51, continue to transmit EKG.
And transport as soon as you can.

10-4, Rampart.

[Sirens Blaring ]

[ Whirring Continues ]
51, what's your E.T.A.?

[Gage] We're a couple of
minutes away from the hospital.

10-4. We're all set up.
Get her in here, stat.

- [ Whirring Continues ]
- [ Sirens Continue]

They're here.

Stand by with oxygen.

Together.

Get a barb level, Dix. Right.

[ Respirator Hissing ]

Her rate's up to 76, sinus rhythm.
Bolus lidocaine, 50 milligrams.

V-fib! Paddles, Mike!

- Let's go 200 with it.
- On 200.

Clear! Go!

- No conversion. Clear!
- Go!

- Make it 400.
- Four hundred. Good.

- Clear!
- All right.

Uh, they said my daughter
Beth was down here.

Mrs. Rodgers? Yeah,
that's me. Where's Beth?

[ Scoffs ] The dumb
nurse at the high school

tried to tell me my
daughter's on drugs.

- She don't know nothing about
no drugs. Are you the doctor?
- Yes, ma’am.

I’m Mrs. Rodgers. I
wanna see my baby.

I’m so sick of this nonsense
about drugs and pills. Is she in here?

Mrs. Rodgers,

your daughter died
about five minutes ago...

from an overdose
of secobarbital.

You're kidding. Y...

You've gotta be kidding. She...

Man, I cannot believe the
look on that woman's face.

She did not believe that
her daughter was on drugs.

I don't think she'll ever have the
courage to admit that to herself.

Then she'll have to admit
she might have been at fault.

And a lot of parents
can't live with that.

My parents weren't
that indifferent.

Neither were mine. But we're
living in another age, Johnny.

Yeah, I know.

You know, sometimes I look
at my Kids, I Radio Beeping [

and I wonder whether I’m doing right
by them. [ Alarm Blaring On Radio [

[ Dispatcher]
Engine 51, Squad 51.

Man injured in glider landing.
Simmon's farm on Lawson Road.

[ Siren Blaring ]

Simmon's farm on Lawson Road.

Cross street Malcolm.
Timeout 1512,

Squad 51.10-4.

[ Siren Continues ]

How's he doing?

Seems all right, except for banging
his nose on the instrument panel.

[Groaning ]

[ Muffled ] I— I'm—
I'm stuck. what?

I’m stuck. Stuck.

Why don't you lean your head back
a little bit? Let me take a look there.

Nose bleedin'. Where'd
you come in from?

Elsinore. [— I got caught
in an updraft, you know.

It was my first solo flight. I
guess I must've panicked.

You'd better radio in.
Let'em know he's all right.

I'll need some information.
Huh? Oh. Oh, yeah.

My name is Homer... Breedlove.

And the, uh— And the
rest of the information

can wait till you
get me outta here.

You mean you can't
you get outta here?

I seem to be— I seem to
be jammed in somehow.

My— My legs are all twisted
around. [ Distant Siren Blaring ]

[ I Radio Chatter ]

What do you think? Well,
better cut him out maybe.

O-Oh, no. No, no. No. No, no.

- Oh—Oh, no. No, no. No cuttin'. No.
- [Siren Approaching ]

[ Dispatcher] Battalion 1, call
mechanical engineer, L.A. office.

10-4, Engine 41.

E.T.A. of Gas
Company, 10 minutes.

What is he, stuck? Sure is.

[Grunting ]

No, we're not gonna be
able to get him out this way.

Why don't you try pullin'?
Come on. Come on, come on.

You might have an internal injury
or a minor concussion or something.

Yeah. Look, I got a
nosebleed. That's all.

And— And you're not gonna cut any
of this sailplane. It isn't mine. Come on.

I can do it. All right.

[All Grunting ]

- [ Grunting Continues ]
- [ Mutters ]

Yeah. Okay. Okay. Okay.

Okay. [ Muttering ]

[Yelling]

Whoa! [ Gasping ]

[ Chuckling]

- I guess I'm gonna
have to lose some weight.
- What?

L-I said, I guess I’m gonna
have to lose some weight.

[ Laughing ]

Yeah, I guess so.

And you might try learnin” how to fly
one of these things while you're at it.

[ Chuckles ]

[Woman on P.A. ]
Dr. Thompson, Emergency area.

Dr. Thompson, Emergency area.

You know where I
can find Dr. Early?

Yes. Dr. Early's just gone
down to Emergency Treatment.

Which way? Oh, you
can't see him just now.

All right then. I'll just
wait if that's all right.

Why don't you
come with me? Okay.

Dr. Early, I come to get my boy.

Sorry, Clements.
You'll have to wait.

[Woman on P.A. ]
Dr. Marcus, Admission desk.

Dr. Marcus, Admission desk.

Your kin?

What?

Is that someone in your family?

My son.

He and my wife were driving
back from the supermarket,

and some drunk broadsided them.

Oh, my!

I’m terribly sorry.

How's your boy doin'?

My wife's in recovery,
under sedation.

She may have to
have plastic surgery.

My son... Dr. Early
doesn't know.

My son's only seven years old.

- Do you know Dr. Early?
- Uh, sort of.

Is he a good doctor? I
mean, is he your doctor?

Well, he's takin' care
of my boy, Donald.

I mean, my boy was real bad.

Hey, but don't you worry. He
brought my boy through just fine.

That's good to know.

- Some of these doctors
are quacks, you know?
- That's a fact.

Oh, I'm sorry you had
business with Dr. Early.

Oh, I don't matter.

I mean, him takin' care of your
boy— Well, that's what counts.

[Woman on P.A. ] Dr. Mendez, Receiving
Room. Dr. Mendez, Receiving Room.

Boyd? Boyd, honey,
it's been hours.

What are you doin” here
so long? Dr. Early's in there.

- Honey, I'd like you to
meet— - Harry Matthews.

- Mr. Matthews, my wife, Mary Kate.
- Hello.

Pleased to meet you. Dr. Early's
workin' on Mr. Matthews's boy.

His boy got hurt real
bad in a car wreck.

Oh, I'm sorry.

[Woman on P.A. ]
Dr. Reed, Outpatient area.

Dr. Reed, Outpatient area.
Boyd, you still got the papers?

Yeah, I got'em.

We've stopped the hemorrhaging.
His condition is stabilized.

Will he live, Doctor?

He's a pretty strong little
fellow. He's got a fighting chance.

Thank you. [Woman on P.A. ]
Dr. Feldman, Treatment Room 4.

Dr. Feldman, Treatment Room 4.

Now, Mr. Clements, what is it?
You're here to take your son out?

No, sir. You keep my
boy here until he's well.

- And I mean all well, ya hear?
- I hear.

Boyd.

I ain't all that smart,
Doctor, but I ain't no fool.

Come on. Let's go see Donald.

You know, Dix, some
days I'm glad I ate all those

peanut butter sandwiches
to get through med school.

' [ Trombone Blaring ]

o' [ Off-key Tune ]

Would you like an ice—ice cream?

We have tons of 'em. No, thanks.

♪ [ Continues I Gage!

Gage! [ Trombone Intensifies I

I've had it! This
is it! No more!

What's the matter with you?
You are gonna drive me nuts.

I'm gonna lose my hearing, I'm
gonna fail my engineer's exam...

because of this mania of yours!

What did you do?

I have to have
something to play! Try an

electric toothbrush,
but not in the station.

If you break this, so
he— [Alarm Blaring ]

Saved by the bell.

[ Dispatcher] Station 51,
man trapped under house.

205 Stratmore Road.
205 Stratmore Road.

Off Mendocino Canyon Road.
Time out 1747. [Siren Blaring ]

[ Horn Honking,
Siren Continues ]

It's, uh, Tom, my neighbor.
He's caught under the house.

Is this your house?
No, no. It's Tom's.

We've been getting some earth
slippage in the area, and, uh,

he went to crawl under the house to set
up some railroad ties under the foundation.

Then what? The
house started to settle.

I guess we must be on the— the
fissure line. What do we got, Roy?

We got a man trapped under the house around
back here. [ Alarm Blaring On Radio [

[ Dispatcher] Battalion 3, Engine
32 will be out of service 45 minutes.

Oh, man. Will you look at this?

[Sighing ]

We're gonna have to take as much
pressure as we can off that slope.

Chet, you and Marco go move the engine and
the rest of the vehicles back up the hill.

And bring back the pry bar and all
the forcible entry tools you can carry.

And the big beam. Right.

Let's take a look. Is
your friend still conscious?

Yeah. He says he's pinned
down by one of the shoring beams.

Shoulder and arm are caught.
Man, he's in a lot of pain.

How long has this
been going on? What?

All this work? About a week.

If there was slippage, it
should have been reported.

Why should we? Then
you'd condemn the house.

You'd rather have it like that?

There's an awful lot of spectators
fallin” in. Get 'em out, back 'em up.

All right. All right. Let's
go back up, please.

Come on, ladies.
Give us room to work.

Cap, look. If I can get
that Porta Power in there...

and then lift off one of those beams,
we can just bring him right down this way.

Yeah. Marco, get Stoker to help
you bring the Porta Power down, huh?

What's his, uh—
What's his name? Tom.

[ Creaking ] Tom?
Tom, we're com...

Tom, this is the fire department.
We're comin' to get ya.

[ Creaking ]

Come on. Let's get
outta here. Wait a minute.

Johnny, come on,
now! [ Creaking ]

[Sighs] We'd better
go in through the floor.

This is like trying
to run a minefield.

Yeah.

It's gotta be right in here
some place. Under here.

So let's clear
ourselves some space.

Tom, listen! We're gonna
come in through the floor,

but we gotta know your
approximate location.

You got a hammer or something
you can hit the floor or 3 beam with?

He hear ya? I don't know.

Tom, it's Al! Now, listen!

Listen! Here's what
we're gonna do...

All right. Good.

Let's have a listen. He should
be pretty close to this wall.

Tom, you gotta try and
let 'em know where you are.

Kick your foot.
Hit on something.

[ Creaking ] [ Knocking ]

[Grunting ]

All right. He's here.
Let's see. That...

That beam was about there. We're gonna
have to cut about three feet away from him.

About right in here.

[ Moans ] [ Creaking ]

[ Creaking ]

Where's his family?

Went with some neighbors to
the mountains for the weekend.

It's just as well, you
know? Yeah, really.

[ Sawing Continues ]

[ Sawing Stops ] [ Creaking ]

[ Creaking ]

[ Creaking Continues ]

Okay. That's enough.

[ Sawing Continues ]

[ Sawing Stops ]

I can see him. I can get it.

I need that flashlight.

[ Creaking ]

- Can you hear me?
- Yeah. I can hear you.

All right. We're gonna try
to get this beam off of you.

- You just hang in there, okay?
- Yeah.

Okay. [ DeSoto]
Here's your gloves.

- All right.
- Is there anything hurt
besides his shoulder?

No. Just the beam
on his shoulders.

- I think I can get it off
with the Porta Power.
- All right.

Let me get the Porta Power.

You gonna need me
down there for anything?

No. I don't think
there's enough room.

[DeSoto ] Watch it.

Okay.

Gage has got the Porta
Power. They'll get him out now.

[ Creaking ]

[ Creaking Continues ]

[ Moans ] [ Creaking Continues ]

All right. Now listen
to me, Tom. Yeah.

We can't work on you here.

[ Crashing ]

Everything's falling
down around us.

All right. Look, I'm gonna
have to move you outta here.

- [Grunts]
- And it's gonna hurt like hell,
but there's nothing else I can do, okay?

[Groans ] Just get me out.

All right. Now, Tom,
listen. Are your legs hurt?

I don't think so.

Can you move 'em? Yeah.

- Do you think you can stand?
- If you help me.

Okay. I want you to give
me your— Your good hand.

Uh-huh. And then
pull yourself to me.

[Grunting ] Okay.

Okay. Give me your
arm. [ Grunting Continues ]

[ Creaking ]

[Groaning ]

Oh, God, my shoulder!
Okay, okay. Hold it, hold it.

Here. Put your
arm in your shirt.

All right. Now keep it
still. [ Creaking Continues ]

Keep it still. All right.
I'm gonna lift you up.

Yeah. Grab it.

All right. [Groaning]

[ Mutters] [
Groaning Continues ]

[ Creaking ]

[ Creaking Intensifies ]
Uh-oh. Let's get outta here.

[ Creaking Continues ]

Howdy, folks. This is
Johnny Gage. [ Dishes Clatter]

[ Whistling ]

Beats the bagpipes.

♪♪ [ Continues ]