Emergency! (1972–1979): Season 2, Episode 5 - Peace Pipe - full transcript

[Sirens Blaring]

[Sirens Continue Blaring]

[Sirens Cut Out]

Let's have a reel
line on this gas.

He's got a pretty
good cut on his head.

[Radio Chatter] I don't
think he feels it though.

[ Radio Chatter Continues ]

[clanking]

Mister, can you hear
me? I hear lots of things.

What's your name? [Slurred ] What's
it to ya? I got my rights, you know.

This guy's pretty drunk,
probably got some concussion.



We'd better get an ambulance to run
him into Rampart. And then we'll have to...

Debbie! [ Gasps]

Debbie! Oh, my God.

Debbie! Debbie!

All I had, gentlemen,
was two beers.

What is it? My Debbie's
in there! My Debbie!

Debbie!

Hold on. Just take
it easy now. Easy.

Debbie!

That's my little girl in the
car. I was grocery shopping.

I don't see anything,
ma'am. Debbie?

Maybe she went to the market
looking for you before the accident.

She never disobeys me. Debbie!

Hey, what's all that crying and
screaming about anyway? Debbie!



Debbie!

[Rad/o Chatter] Thinks
her kid's trapped in the car.

[Gage] Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Hold it. Hold it. Hold it. Right there.

— Let's get the door open.
— Debbie! [Whimpering]

Debbie! Debbie! Take it
easy. Take it easy. Take it easy.

They're gonna do
everything they can to get

her out of there. It's
okay. She'll be fine.

[ Woman Crying]

Take it easy.

Hurry!

Chet, that car is
occupied. There's a little girl

in there with a whole
dash down on top of her.

Debbie! Debbie!

[Whirring]

You see any movement
in there at all? No. Nothing.

[Whirring Continues]
[Metal Grinding]

[ Siren Blaring]

[Siren Cuts Out]

Well, listen. You can't be dragging
me around like this, I'm tellin' ya.

I don't know why you
don't give me a break.

— I didn't do any— I had a
couple of beers. — [Rad/o Chatter]

Respiration's about eight. Pulse
is about 50. She's in bad shape.

This dashboard's wrapped
around her like a blanket.

All right. Let's use the
chains on the Jaws then.

We'd better make it quick. We're
gonna need all the time we can get.

[Siren Blaring]

[Radio Chatter]

[Gage On Radio]
Rampart, this is Rescue 51.

51, this is Rampart. [Ma/1, Slurred]
I am a citizen of the United States—

Stand by, 51. and I demand
my “constitutional" rights.

Look, Don't think you're
gonna drive me around like this,

Automobile accident.
He's intoxicated.

When you get him fixed up, I'll
need a blood sample. Hold on.

You're not taking any
blood from me. No, sir.

I'll tell you right now. You ain't
gonna take no blood from me.

[Brackett] Go ahead, 51.
Rampart, we're at a traffic accident.

We have a young female, approximate
age seven years old, trapped inside.

Extent of trauma
unknown at this time.

Pulse, 50. Respiration's eight.

We're unable to obtain a
SP. Patient is comatose.

— 51, what about pupil
reaction? — We can't

check. We're still
working on getting her out.

This is info only. Also, we can't
administer anything at this time.

10—4, 51.We'll stand by.

Rampart, we're also sending in a
male, approximately 35, head injury.

A probable concussion.
He's also intoxicated.

He's here, 51, in all his glory.

— [Jaws Of Life Whirring] —
[ Metal Groaning] — Debbie?

[Metal Continues Groaning]

[Radio Chatter]

[ Whirring Stops ]

Left pupil slightly
dilated and reactive.

— Right pupil's normal.
— [ Crying] Is she...

— She's unconscious.
— How bad is she?

I don't know for certain yet,
but we're doing all we can.

Debbie?

Rampart, the child is ready
to move. She is comatose.

There's a large contusion
on the left side of her head.

Does not seem to be compressed.

The SP. is 140 over 70.
Pulse 55. Respiration's eight.

The left pupil is dilated.
The right pupil is normal.

51, check for blood or spinal
fluid in her nose and ears.

We've already done
so, Rampart. Negative.

Also, no other
apparent trauma known.

51, transport as
soon as possible.

Kel, our inebriated friend
in there is being difficult.

[Sighs] Most drunks are.

Get this off of me! I
gotta get out of here!

Listen, Doc. I may be drunk, but I'm
not stupid. All right just take it easy.

You ain't gettin' no blood from me.
You don't have that choice, mister.

Have you heard anything, Doc?
They freed her. She'll be in soon.

How is she? How is who?

I'm the one with a cut
head. How about me?

We'd like to keep you
overnight for observation.

— What for? —Just a precaution.
Slight possibility of a concussion.

Yeah. Sure. You
never can be too careful.

— Doc, what about the blood test?
— No way. You ain't gettin' no blood.

How important is it? Well, it could
be just about the whole case, Doc.

Listen to me, Doctor. I object.

And you can't do
nothin' unless I say okay.

Is he in your
custody? You bet he is.

Felony drunk driving at best.

“Felony“? What are
you doin', hummin' me?

I've had drunk driving beefs
before, and that ain't no felony.

Mister, from what I can make
of the symptoms of that little girl,

you'll be lucky if it doesn't
turn into manslaughter.

— Manslaughter?
— Tourniquet, Dix.

— Wait a minute. I want a lawyer.
— You'll get your call, mister.

— But first a blood test. — I'm telling
you, Doc. This is against my will.

You know, you're gonna get a
lawsuit as big as this building.

When I get through, you won't
be licensed to stick a guinea pig.

[Groans] Do you hear me?

All indications of a
mass on the left side.

Probably a hematoma.

Get a skull series right away
and set up for a spinal tap.

Tell X—ray we'll need to
do a carotid angiogram.

[ Woman On PA, Indistinct]

Mr. Taylor? Yes?

Oh, are you the two firemen
who rescued my daughter? Yes.

— Have you heard
anything? — No, ma'am.

It shouldn't be too long. You got two
of the best in there with her right now.

[Crying] My wife's told me what
you've done. I—I wanna thank you.

[ Mrs. Taylor] Oh, Stan. She
said she wanted to color. I left her.

[Speaking incomprehensibly] It
wasn't my fault, I'm telling you.

The guy run me off the road. Yeah.
That's right. I was run off the road.

Quiet. It's not your
fault. It's not your fault.

Oh, man. There's gotta be a way
to keep these guys off the road.

Well, if you can think of
something, don't keep it to yourself.

[ Woman On PA, Indistinct]

You're absolutely right, Kel. There's
every indication of a blood clot.

Probably epidural hematoma.
That's what I was afraid of.

Kel, I'm getting a steady
rise in blood pressure.

What about a pulse?
[Respirator Pumping]

It's slowing. Pulse 40.

Just afraid she
won't survive surgery.

Without it, we'll lose her in an hour.
Can you suggest any alternatives?

There are none.

And I'll be frank. The chances of
complete success are very small,

If she survives surgery,
it's very possible

there could be brain
damage and paralysis.

It's not fair. She's just a
child. She's a little baby.

It's not fair, Why?

Okay.

Look, we'd— We'd
like to talk it over.

How much time can we have
before you have to have a decision?

I'm sorry, Mr. Taylor. Right
now, every second counts.

There isn't any time. The doctors
have to operate immediately.

[Sniffles] Nancy?

She's all we have, Stan.

It's gonna happen
again. I know it. I know it.

Nancy, we can't give
up hope. We can't.

I can't help it. What
have we done wrong?

Why is God against us? Nancy,

Debbie has a chance, and
we've got to give it to her.

Jimmy didn't. It was over
before we could do anything.

Jimmy. Jimmy?

He was our son. He was five.

Three years ago, he was killed
in— In an automobile accident.

Nancy, we have to have faith.

We have to.

— All right. — Mr. Taylor?

[Mumbles]

When Jimmy died, my wife...

Well, the only thing that
pulled her out of it was Debbie.

We adopted her two years ago.

I'll do everything that's
humanly possible, Mr. Taylor.

[ Woman On RA, ] Dr. Roberto
Alma/15.3, Dr. Roberto Alma/15.3,

[Beeping]

[Drill Whirring]

[ Woman On PA]
Dr. Allen, Room 63.

— Doctor? — She's
out of surgery.

— Is she— — It's too soon to tell,
Mrs. Taylor. She's still in a coma.

We'll just have to wait for now.

— Have you, um, told my
husband? — No. Where is he?

I'm not sure. I—I think he
went to talk to the policeman.

[Man Groans]

Mr. Taylor, I think you'd better join
your wife. Debbie's out of surgery now.

And? Like I told Mrs.
Taylor, she's still in

a coma. It'll be some
time before we know.

You know why I came
in here, don't you?

I was gonna beat him
to a pulp. Pitiful little

man who probably doesn't
realize what he's done.

— He'll have his day
in court. —Oh, yeah.

Yeah. Our system of justice.

It was one of his
kind that killed Jimmy.

What's the matter with 'em, Doctor?
Don't they realize what a menace they are?

How can a person drink himself
to oblivion and then drive a car?

That's the problem. They can't.

Yeah.

Can we see Debbie now, Doctor?

Just for a few minutes.

Oh. Who was that?
The child's father.

What was he doin' here?
What did he want? I'm

askin' you a question,
Doctor. What did he want?

Whatever it was, I
don't think he got it.

[Gasping]

Here's your water.

[TV: Gunshots, Hoof
beats, Whooping]

Man, was that ever some movie,
huh? [Gage] It was some movie, all right.

“All right"? Man, that
was a classic in its day.

History in the making
is what that picture was.

[ DeSoto] I feel a little
bit of needlin' in there.

Needling? Just
because the Indians lost?

I mean, anybody with
a little bit of education’s

realize the historical
significance of that movie.

Here we go again.
Historical significance?

That was a crummy piece of propaganda
to make jerks like you feel comfortable.

Besides, it's a lousy film.

Lousy? Man, I
thought it was great.

Oh, you would. Ah, I don't
wanna talk about it. Forget it.

You call me a dope, and then you tell me
to forget it. Come on. What do you mean?

I didn't call you a
dope. I called you a jerk.

And you know exactly
what I'm talkin' about.

That movie really didn't tell it like it
was. I mean, it didn't really show...

what land—grabbing, treaty—breaking
liars you whites really were.

Oh, I get it now, Johnny.
You'd better watch it.

That Indian blood of
yours is startin' to boil.

Yeah, and I may revert back and go after
your scalp, starting with your upper lip.

All right. All right. Why
don't we call that one a draw?

Draw? Well, what
are we doing here?

Are we choosing up sides?
The Irishmen against the Indians?

— What are you pickin' on
me for? — I'm not picking on...

I don't know what you're
getting so uptight about.

I've got some Indian
blood in me too, you know.

Oh, wait a minute. Wait
a minute. Wait a minute.

Now, don't tell me. On
your grandmother's side.

Yeah. That's right. And she was an
Indian princess, a Cherokee most likely.

Hey, that's right.
How'd you know that?

[Affecting Native American Accent]
We call it white man royalty syndrome.

[Dispatcher] Cross street—
[Indistinct] Time out 1411,

[Siren Blaring]

[Siren Continues Blaring]

[Siren Cuts Out]

Listen, you little
runt. If it's the last

thing I do, I'm gonna
have you blackballed...

from every hot dog
stand in the city.

Who cares about your crummy hot
dogs? You'll find out who cares, wise guy.

— Tell it to the firemen,
fatso. — What's the problem?

What's it look like? Got his finger
stuck trying to rip off my gumball machine.

You're crazy. You're the
one who's a rip—off artist.

He fixes this thing so it'll take a kid's
penny and not come through with a gum ball.

— You gonna listen to that hogwash?
— Sorry. We're just neutral observers.

Ah. Maybe I oughta call the cops.
Maybe they won't be so neutral.

No. They'll throw you right in the
Slammer for shaking down us kids.

Listen to him! By the time
he's 15, he's gonna have his

picture decoratin' every
post office in the country.

All right. All right. Uh,
what do you suggest?

Uh, well, his finger is stuck in there
all right. Why don't we try a little soap?

[Machine Rattling]
[Rad/o Chatter]

What are you gonna do?
Soap. We're gonna try to...

You're gonna ruin all
my gum balls in there!

Now, wait. It doesn't
make any difference.

You can't sell any gum balls with his
finger stuck in there. You be darn careful.

Isn't he a pain in the—
He's just a little upset.

What's little Dillinger
yappin' about now?

I'm telling them how you
water down your lemonade.

Oh, yeah? You can
tell them how you use

five times more sugar
than anybody else too.

Okay. See if you
can pull it out now,

Nope. Won't come.
[Groans] I knew it. I knew it.

What now? Well, we only have one choice.
We're gonna have to break the glass.

Oh, no, you don't. Not my gum
ball machine. [Rad/o Chatter]

What do you want?
Should I walk around the rest

of my life with a gum
ball machine on my finger?

You're not going
anywhere with that machine!

All right. All right.
Settle down, you two.

— Do you have a key
for that thing? — No.

Guy who fills it,
he has the key.

[Chuckles] Hey,
I got it. — What?

[Chuckles] Cut his finger
off. [Laughs Hysterically]

You're really sick.

Not as sick as you're gonna
be when you pay the damage!

[Dispatcher] Squad 37, no
answer on the callback number.

Looks like this war
started a long time ago.

There certainly isn't any
love lost between 'em.

[Dispatcher] Assistant 1, repeat
the phone number. 10—4, Assistant 1.

You really gotta
break it, huh? Sorry.

[Alarm Blaring]

[Radio Chatter]

Okay.

Look at the miser. He's
saving all the dirty gum balls.

No, kid. I'm gonna count 'em, and I'm
gonna charge you once cent a piece.

Yeah? Well, take it
off the interest of what

I lost on this thing
for the past two years.

Okay. [Sighs]

[Dispatcher On Radio ] Engine
78, the squad is not available,

Do you need any
other assistance?

No. It's still stuck. [Sighs]

Aah. What now?

— [ Sighs ] Tear it
apart? — I guess so.

— Now, wait a minute. —
Mister, there's no other way.

— That's what your
partner said when he

broke the glass. —
Leave 'im alone, will ya?

I wanna get outta here, You
should've thought of that before.

You know what? Come here.
I wanna show you something.

About what? See that?

What? Are you blind or
something? Right there.

It's a penny. So what?

It's my penny. It's stuck. That's
why your dumb machine didn't work.

Still could've asked
for your penny back.

Would you have given it to
me? All you had to do was ask.

Ahh, you're right. I am sick.

[Radio Chatter]

[Groans] See?

How does it feel? It's
okay. It doesn't even hurt.

Why should it? After all,
the machine was a sacrifice.

I'll tell you what. I'm
gonna let you off the hook.

Off the hook? What
are you talkin' about?

Well, since it was your
fault that my finger got stuck,

I won't sue you...
for a consideration.

That's real big of you.

Yeah. The way I see it, one hot
dog a day for the next two months.

Hmm. For free, huh? Of course.

You see what I have to put
up with? Oh, sorry. We're—

Yeah, I know. You're neutral.

Here.

Oh, no.

Hey, Gage, answer a question
for me, will ya? [ DeSoto] Careful.

[Gage] Shoot. Why is it
you ever left the reservation?

Is that a crack or is that a question?
You ask me, it sounds like bait.

No. I'm serious. I've
been reading up on

Indians, and according
to this anthropologist,

it's supposed to be against your cultural
instincts to leave the tribal environment.

Is that so? Well, maybe the tribal
environment lost a little of its charm...

when the anthropologists
started nosing around and

coming up with their dumb
theories about Indians.

You're being kind of
hard on 'em, aren't you? I

mean, these are real
educated people, scientists.

Scientists? Maybe you
should meet 'em sometime.

— You knew
anthropologists? — Yes.

Matter of fact, I used to be a guinea
pig for about 20 of 'em every summer.

— Guinea pig? What did
they do? — Observed us.

— Observed? — Yeah.

Look, every year, they'd come
up with a new theory about Indians.

So, when the summer'd roll around,
they'd just swarm out to the reservation...

to prove this new
theory by observing us.

So they'd watch us savages
for about a month or so,

and then they'd run
back into town, write out a

whole slew of books— and
get federal grants for it...

So they could afford to come back
the next summer and do it all over again.

— What a way to make a living.
— You know something, Gage?

— I think you're bitter.
— Aw, you noticed.

Well, it seems to me those
scientists were just tryin' to help.

Like how? All they've done for the
past hundred years is pump out studies.

— Well, those studies must've done
some good. — Oh, they did. They did.

They helped build up university
libraries with a lot of useless knowledge.

— Now, tell me that's
doing good. — Well, this guy

here sure has studied
a lot of Indian problems,

and it would seem to me the Indian
would be grateful for his interest.

Oh. Marcus Parkam. Yes, sir.
Now, he was one of the best.

See this guy here?
He was a real winner.

You know what he did? He
studied a tribe of people for over...

He studied a tribe of
I, 000 people for over

I 0 years to solve
their poverty problem.

— Yeah? How'd it come out? — Now this
here is one of 10 books that he published.

Now, he blew five and a half
million dollars on his studies.

Now, Chet, if that tribe
had one little piece...

of that five and a
half million dollars,

they wouldn't have the
problem to begin with.

No kiddin', huh?

Well, maybe he should've
let the tribe use a little

of that money, you know,
to jack up their economy.

Hey, now, that's academic treason. I'm
shocked you would suggest such a thing.

Maybe it's some of that Indian
blood in him. Oh, that's right.

On his grandmother's
side. Yeah. The princess.

[Alarm Blaring]

[ Dispatcher On Radio]
Squad 51, difficult breathing,

1017 Cracker, Apartment 10.
1017 Cracker, Apartment 10,

Cross street Wyandott.
Time out 1150.

[Stanley] KMG—365.

[Engine Starting]

[Siren Blaring]

[Siren Continues Blaring]

[ Woman Gasping]
Plea— Please, I— I can't—

Wh— Oh— Here they are.

Thank you. [Gasping]
Help. Help me.

Help me, How long have
you been this way, ma'am?

Ten— Ten— About 10 minutes.

I can't breathe. Has
this happened before?

No. No, it's new— new.

— Are you under a doctor's
care? — No. Not sick.

[Continues Panting] Squeezing
me. Help me. — Ma'am?

New— New girdle.

I can't—I can't breathe.

Girdle?

[Softly] Oh, no.

Uh, wh— what do you
suggest? Well, you cut it, I guess.

Uh— I mean, I don't
see any other way.

You're 3— You want us...
to cut it? Anything Cut it.

Gir— Girdle. Hurry up.

Hurry! [Panting]

[Snaps Loudly] —[Sighing Deeply]

I didn't think I'd
draw another breath.

Oh, it's good— It's
good to be alive.

Yeah. Oh. Thanks.

You're not hurt, are you? No.
Everything's fine. Everything's just fine.

Amen. You can say
that again, brother.

Bye—bye.

[Sighs Deeply]

I know firemen live
dangerously, but a girdle-

Tell me about it. You know, Roy,
if Chet ever finds out about this,

I'm gonna know
exactly who told him.

Just tell me one thing:
How'd she ever get into it?

Would you believe
baby oil? Why not?

[Alarm Blaring On Walkie—Talkie]

[Beeping] [Dispatcher] Engine
51, Engine 60, Squad 51,

structure fire, 612
Grand— 612 Grand.

Cross street Olive
View. Time out 1240.

Squad 51 responding. That's
right up the street. Let's go.

There's been no change.

— It's been three
days. — I'm sorry.

There's nothing more we
can do but wait... and pray.

I've tried that
before. [Sniffling]

It doesn't work.

[Siren Blaring]

It's in the bathroom.
Hurry. I don't know what

started it. It just
suddenly started burning.

[Gage] Let's grab
this garden hose!

[ Gage Veils] It's
comin' out of that hose!

[Sirens Blaring In Distance]

[Coughs]

What the heck is
comin' out of this hose?

[Siren Stops]

You're gonna have to
use the pump, Cap. Some

sort of flammable material
in the water system.

Engine 60, Engine 51,
there's some kind of flammable

liquid in the water system.
Use your tank. Are you okay?

[Stanley Shouting Commands]
Turn—out coat kept it off of me.

What the devil happened? Whatever's
in that water system surely isn't water.

Oh, wow. Man, that
was close. I know that.

— Hey, mister, don't
throw— — [ People Scream]

[Stanley] All right. We're
rolling in three more

companies for standby
and the water department.

Whatever's infiltrating this
water system has got to be found.

We're gonna have trouble doing that
when we don't know what's causing it.

We start by looking, but first I want
the mains in the whole area checked out.

You take Squire
Street. Right. Is it out?

Yeah. All it took was
some real water. You

wouldn't believe how
that fire in there started.

The old guy threw a lit
match in the toilet bowl...

Don't say it, Kelly.
♪ Know, ♪ know.

[Engine Revving]

Fuel's in this one too.
What gets me is how the

fuel oil got in the
system in the first place.

Maybe it's some
kind of industrial

sabotage. In a
residential area? Not likely.

I agree. It doesn't
make any sense.

But if somebody's not putting it in here
deliberately, then how's it getting in?

If it's not deliberate, then it's
gotta be accidental, right? Brilliant.

Well, now, think about
it. In what way could

fuel oil get into a water
system accidentally?

You got me, unless the refinery
decided to take over the waterline.

No, not likely.

Yeah?

The fuel line that runs
along Market Street.

They're always
repairing a leak in it.

Yeah? Well, what's that
gotta do with the waterline?

— No. — It's worth checking.

Look, they're not that
stupid. Or are they?

I see it, but I
don't believe it.

Engine 51, Squad 51,
we've found the source:

Market and Sheldon Street.

Hey, what are you doin'? [DeSoto] You might
say we're cuttin' off your water, mister.

Yeah? Well, you can
just turn it back on again

now. I've been flushing
this line for over an hour.

We've gotta put a weld in it, and I
don't intend to do it with fuel in there.

Then you'd better thank your lucky
stars. There's fuel in there right now.

You haven't had a drop of
water in there since you started.

— What do you mean? — How long have
you been working for the refinery, mister?

— I don't. This is a contract job. —
Did you ever hear of a clapper valve?

Yeah. It stops something
from backin' up. Sure I have.

— Then why aren't you
using one? — No need.

There's only 500 pounds
pressure in this line.

There's only 80 in the
hydrant. What does that tell ya?

Cap, you're not
gonna believe this.

I'll let him tell ya.

[Rad/o Chatter] Heard you got a
little close to that fire back there, Gage.

Now, that's what I call
real dedication. Very funny.

No. I'm very sincere about this.

Sounds to me like he's laying
the groundwork for something.

— No, man. I'm trying
to be serious. — Kelly,

you've never been
serious a day in your life.

Well, I am now. — Like how?

What I'm tryin' to say is... I've
been giving it a lot of thought.

Go ahead. I mean, what do you
got to lose? Okay, Chet. Lay it on me.

About this Indian thing—I
mean, my joking around

with you about it. I've
noticed it bothers you.

It doesn't bother me.
I mean, if you're some

kind of a bigot, why
should it bother me?

I know, and I feel bad
about it. That's what I'm tryin'

to tell ya. As of right
now, no more Indian jokes.

All right. Now wait a
minute. I object to that.

I mean, let's not get
carried away. Now wait

a minute. What do you
mean, you object to it?

I like the jokes. I mean, we do
need a little bit of humor around here.

Well, yeah, fine, but, I mean, find your
own humor at somebody else's expense.

— You know what your problem is? You're
too sensitive. — [Gage/Sensitive? Me?

[DeSoto] You know, you're not the
most objective guy around here, you know.

[Gage] Now, wait a minute. What
makes you an authority on objectivity?

I can take a joke
just like the next guy.

Yeah, if the next guy
happens to be stone deaf.

Well, listen— —
Gentlemen, such hostility.

Now, I have a solution to
this unfortunate argument.

— Kelly, what are you talkin'
about? — Well, apparently,

I've put friend against
friend, and I wanna remedy it.

— How? —Shall we smoke?

That's not funny.

[ Woman On RA, ] Stat, [dent
doctor, Treatment Room 3,

How's Debbie Taylor, Kel?

She's just not responding, Dix.
Both Joe and I are flat out of answers.

Well, aren't you the
one that used to tell me...

there's a point where medicine stops
and something much bigger takes over?

Sometimes it's hard to
keep remembering that.

I'll be your constant
reminder, huh?

Aren't you always? [ Loud Beep]

Her eyes moved! I'm
sure I saw them move.

Debbie, can you hear me?

Debbie, I'm Dr. Brackett.
Can you hear me?

Honey, if you can,

I want you to move your
toes and your fingers.

Mommy. Daddy.

Yes, darling. Mommy
and Daddy are right here.

[ Stan, Nancy Laughing, Crying]

[Dispatcher] Battalion 7 has
been notified and is responding

Gage? [ Gage} Yeah?

First of all, I would like to apologize
for making a joke about the peace pipe.

That's all right, Kelly.
You were just showing

your usual ignorance
for a sacred symbol.

Anyway, in honor of
our semi—red brother, I

propose a treaty to
bury— That's all I need.

Do you know what a treaty
is? Your version or mine?

Mine. Yeah. That's when the white
man wants a piece of your land, right?

Right. So why are
you proposing a treaty?

Look. Can we get on with
this ceremony? [A /arm 3/517th

[Dispatcher On RA, ]
Station 57, construction

accident at the
insurance building,

1104 South Macy.

1104 South Macy. Cross
street Andrews, Time out 1400.

[Rad/o Chatter]
[Engines Revving]

[Sirens Blaring]

[Sirens Continue Blaring]

[Sirens Stop]

All right. While you're checking him out,
we'll get things ready down here. Right.

Engine 51, we have an
injured man up on some

scaffolding on the
sign above this building.

Station 51, out 20 minutes.
[Dispatcher On Radio] Engine 51,10—4.

Roy, can you lower that
end so we can level off?

[Grunting]

All right. All right.

Let's take it down.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

This block's jammed. We'll
have to work on him here.

All right. Send up the drug box.

Okay.

Better call the sheriff. There's
been a man shot up here.

Engine 51, notify the sheriff and request
an ambulance. We have a shooting victim.

Must've been a— [Gunshot]

Must've been?

— Get that stokes
tied off. — Engine 51,

firemen are under
gunfire. Notify the sheriff.

There's a sniper on top of the
Purdue Building. This is a Code “."L

Put that tarp in it.

— Get it up here,
fast. — Take it away!

[Gunshot]

— [Gunshot] — [ Stanley]
Everybody take cover.

This guy is shooting
at anything that moves.

[Gunshot]

Why the tarp?

It'll offer us some
concealment. Not much.

— You got any better
ideas? — [Gunshot]

Lord.

[ Siren Blaring]

[Gage] Let's hope
he's kept occupied.

[Siren Blaring]

He's losin' a lot of blood. We're
gonna have to get him out of here.

You have any suggestions? Deputies
oughta be over there any minute.

I figure if they can keep that sniper
busy, we can get this man down.

We're gonna have to try.
He's losin' too much blood.

— All right. Let's do it. — [ Police
Shouting Over Speaker, Indistinct]

[Police Continue Shouting]

Well, I guess they're keepin' him busy.
They must be doin' somethin' with him,

'cause he hasn't been
shootin' at us for quite a while.

— Well, what's your pleasure?
— Let's get out of here.

All right. You go ahead.

He starts to get ornery again,
I'll— I'll scream or somethin'.

Okay.

[ Police Talking Over
Speaker, Indistinct]

You are completely
surrounded by deputies.

And come out with your hands up.

Anything? Nah. It's
pretty quiet over there.

I heard that firemen weren't supposed
to get into these kinds of things. Yeah.

Well, we'd better get him
below and notify the hospital.

[Dispatcher] Engine 51, sheriff reports
sniper in custody. What's your status?

Engine 51 available. Squad
51 available. Barely available.

Yeah. Real good.

Okay. Thanks a lot, Dix. Bye.

Well, they got the bullet
out. He's gonna be all right.

Captain, what'd the sheriff have to say
about the sniper? Well, nothing, really.

They had him
I.D.'d. That's about it.

What was he shooting for? I
mean, he must've had a motive.

Well, if he did, they don't know it
yet. I guess he just liked human targets.

Hey, Gage. Did you get
a good look at that tarp

before we left? No. Why?
What does it look like?

— Like a hunk of Swiss
cheese. — You know, that

was a real good idea, You
probably saved our lives.

— What made you ever
think of it? — Well, it was one

of those natural instincts
the anthros talk about.

You see, it's an
awful lot like a blanket,

and everybody knows us redskins
have a big thing for our blankets.

10—4? 10—4.